Strange Desire: Chapter Twenty-five
AN: Hey, I'm updating as promised. Thanks guys for the well wishes. I tried to get back to everyone, I'm sorry if I missed you. Thanks to OCDJen for prereading this for me.
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EPOV
Stirring a bit, it took me a minute to figure out where I was and why I was so damn tired. Why the fuck was I not sleeping if I was tired? My eyelashes fluttered over something... a nipple? Yeah, that's what it was. Jasper must have felt it as his arm around my shoulders tightened. Lazily my hand caressed his stomach, my finger circling his belly button. I could feel Jasper's stomach tighten when I did it and listened in fascination as he moaned above me. "Edward, if you don't stop that right now I'm going to fuck you," he warned. That was a punishment? Right...
No, I needed to sleep today or my evening was going to be hell, as if it hadn't been last night. Last night... I squeezed my eyes shut. I had tried to remove the memory from my mind, but it still lurked there. Sensing my mood shift, Jasper sat up and pulled me to him. Tilting my chin up to look at him, Jasper just waited. He didn't say one word, not one. He was patient and calm and god, how I'd missed that. Lifting his hand he brushed my hair away from my face.
Sighing, I knew I'd break down and admit what was going on, but I just couldn't bring myself to do that first. Snuggling into his arms I started talking, or it might have been babbling. Picking something randomly to start with that wasn't heavy, I said, "Jazz, it looks like we are going to have to reschedule that double date with Bella and Jacob."
"Huh? What double date?" Jasper asked in confusion.
"The one we were supposed to go on, this weekend. You agreed to go after we got back from our parents," I reminded him.
"Oh. Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten about that," he admitted.
I snorted, "Why am I not surprised?" He probably rolled his eyes at me, like he always would have done, but he didn't retaliate with a scathing remark. Jasper was either much better or he was trying hard to rein it in. I hoped it was better, that meant he'd be better and I really needed him to be calm for me right now. If not, I expected a massive explosion. Or maybe it was neither. It was possible he'd always be angry about many things, but learn to control his outbursts better.
After a few minutes of silence Jasper finally spoke up, "Why can't we go on a double date this weekend?"
Oh, I guess I'd left that part out. Or maybe I didn't want to acknowledge the reason. Knowing it would be harder to let this be a long, drawn out conversation I stated, "Because I have to work tonight."
"Okay... why are you working?" he asked hesitantly, knowing that I shouldn't be.
"I traded days with someone. I wanted to be off on Monday," I mumbled, hoping he would know what I was talking about and not bring it up. Of course, he didn't, the confusion was still there.
"Why the fuck would you do that?" Jasper blurted.
"So I could be home with you," I said softly.
He didn't say anything for a few minutes as he thought that through. I thought I felt wetness in my hair and looked at Jasper's face. There were tears streaming down. I knew then that I'd made the right decision, even if I'd gotten flack because of it.
Kissing Jasper's cheeks, I waited until the tears subsided to continue. I explained exactly why I'd been late coming home this morning. Jasper listened to me patiently without interruption and attempted to calm me down.
Last night wasn't the worst in my working career, but the fact that it veered into my personal life made me angry, resentful, sad and desperate to get home. I needed to remind myself of why it was worth it to go through trouble most others didn't.
Everything started out normal for a Friday night. My patients all ranged from people that waited too long to go to the doctor and people that drank too much. Although I laughed when I told Jasper about the guy that came in because he got his wife's vibrator stuck in his ass and couldn't retrieve it. His wife brought him in, but he'd been alone when he'd managed to get it stuck inside. We came close to having to perform surgery to get it out. Fortunately, we didn't have to go through all that trouble. Before he was discharged, I admonished, "Next time don't stick something in there you don't have a handle on." His wife snickered as he paled.
"I won't... I won't be sticking anything up there again," he gulped. I doubted that. I knew this wasn't the first time he'd 'borrowed' his wife's toys.
After Jasper's laughter subsided from my tale I launched into the rest of my night.
As night turned into early morning I heard someone hollering, "I need help here." My head whipped in the direction of the sound. The E. M. T. that had yelled was still half outside. A man laid on the gurney, bloody, and unconscious. That, in itself, wasn't that big of a surprise. What was a surprise were the cops with him.
They rushed the man through the glass doors and people were shouting, "What happened?" I don't think I was one of the ones shouting.
"Car accident," one of the E. M. T.'s said. "The person in the other car didn't survive, their car caught fire. This one," he nodded to the man lying on the gurney, "they think is drunk." My body felt drained of blood. The other person didn't survive, this one is drunk. A hand clamped over my heart, not that I gave a shit about these people, except that it was my job, but the fist was for Jasper. I had to forcefully shove it away. That wasn't the first accident like that I'd seen, but it was getting to me today.
We worked hurriedly to try to get the man stabilized. The E. M. T.'s had already left, ready to go where they were needed next. The cops, however, were still there, waiting for the man to wake up.
For the most part, the man didn't have that many injuries. He had a lot of cuts and bruises that would heal, and I thought he'd wake from his unconscious state soon. The patient didn't have a smell of alcohol or drugs on him.
Someone had found the man's sister and she came rushing into the hospital in hysterics. "What happened to my brother?" she screeched so loudly that half the people in the ER turned to look at her.
"Calm down, ma'am. We need to ask you a few questions," one of the cops told her gently. She only glared at him.
"I'm not telling you a fucking thing, until I know my brother is okay," she yelled.
Sighing, I came closer. "Your brother was in a car accident. He's still unconscious, but we think he'll wake up soon," I explained.
Looking at me, she calmed down. Apparently she trusted me, not the police. "He'll be okay?" she asked in a choked sob.
"I believe so. There are no internal injuries," I answered softly.
Sniffling, she gulped lungfuls of air. "Why are you here?" she accused the cops. "My brother hasn't done anything wrong in a long time."
"Ma'am, we think your brother was drunk at the time of the accident," one of them responded.
Shaking her head vehemently, she protested, "No, he hasn't drunk anything in over ten years. He's clean."
"There are witnesses that say he was weaving all over the road," he retaliated.
"No, no, he wasn't drinking. He hasn't been sleeping well. I think he might be on some prescription sleep-aids, but he doesn't drink anymore," she persisted.
"Okay, we'll look into that," the cop said in attempt to pacify this woman. I didn't know if the man had been drinking or not. Blood had been drawn to find out, but I had no answer to that yet.
"Can I see him?" she asked me in a small voice. Nodding, I led her to his bed and gave her some privacy.
Making my rounds with my other patients, I didn't notice the woman go back to the cops. "Why are you still here?" she seethed. "I told you he wasn't drinking."
"Ma'am, the driver of the other car he hit was killed. He won't be going home from here," he delivered this blow in a round about way.
The fury I knew the woman was capable of exploded, "What do you mean he won't be going home?" Closing my eyes I wondered why didn't they do this at the police station or somewhere more private. I glared at them, they were interrupting my other patients.
"Someone died because of your brother. Regardless if he was drunk or not, he isn't going home," the officer stated. The woman's shrieking wails were probably heard through the entire hospital.
Interrupting me, annoyed, Jasper asked, "I know that was a bad night and all, but what the fuck does that have to do with anything?"
"I'm getting to it, if you'd be patient," I shot back. Grumbling to himself, and at me for waking him up when he should be asleep, I held on to what little of my own patience I had left. The whole accident part of this was making him lash out instead of listening, I knew.
Someone, I don't know who, but I'll assume it was one of the nurses, took the lady into another room and shut the door. The wails were still heard, just not so much that my heavily sedated patients were groggily wondering what was going on.
Making my rounds amongst my other patients, I checked to see how all of them were doing. Everyone looked good, not healthy, but improving. Turning my attention back to the man from the car accident I looked him over carefully. He was doing okay, and wouldn't be here much longer. Looking at him brought thoughts of Jasper back and his parents accident. Shit, this Monday was the day they died and I'd completely forgotten. I had to work on Monday. Groaning at my stupidity, I had to rectify it soon. How could I be so forgetful? The one time I don't remember is the time we are finally together.
Passing the nurse's station, I asked one of them, "Who is working tomorrow night?" She rattled off a name and I hurried to find the doctor, knowing they weren't working on Monday night.
Catching up to him, I asked, "Can you do me a huge favor?"
Raising a brow at me, he retorted, "Depends on the favor."
"Will you switch days with me? I'll work tonight and you take my shift on Monday night," I requested.
"You are giving up your Saturday?" he questioned me. At my nod, he agreed to trade.
"Thank you. Monday is important to Jasper and I need to be there," I explained.
One of the nurses walking by, piped up, "Oh, how is your boyfriend doing? Is he better?"
"Yeah, he's better," I answered, wanting to end this conversation quickly.
"Boyfriend? You're a faggot?" the screeching woman was back and turned her wrath on me. All of us stared at her with wide eyes, shocked. "Don't go near my brother again. He'll flip out when he finds out a fag touched him. I won't let you."
"Calm down," the nurse soothed. I still hadn't found my voice.
The other doctor gave me an apologetic look and told her, "I'll take over your brother's care, if that makes you feel better." She nodded her head and sniffed, as if I was the one that offended her.
Fury flooded my veins and I was tempted to snap her neck. I wouldn't, but man, I was pissed. This is why I'd kept my private life, private. Whether or not I had a boyfriend, had nothing to do with me being a good doctor.
The rest of the morning I went through the motions, but anger was right below the surface. I couldn't go home like that. Finishing my shift, I left the hospital and headed for the park. The same park Jasper and I came to sometimes. The fact that I was in scrubs didn't deter me, I took off running on one of the trails. The anger was pushed out through exertion, the air and nature replacing it with calm. That wasn't anything like what Jasper could give me. However, I wasn't willing to go home in the state I was in, knowing Jasper still had some anger issues and if I brought mine into the mix? Well, I didn't want to know what would happen then.
Ending my story with how I ended up in bed with him, I let Jasper soak up what I'd said.
Jasper hadn't spoken for a good ten minutes and I feared he'd fallen asleep. When I glanced up at his face I noticed the hard expression. "Jazz, are you okay?" I asked him, worried.
Swallowing a few times, he finally answered, "Do you want to break up?"
Sitting up so fast I nearly hit my head on his chin, I looked at him and blurted out, "Of course not."
He didn't look at me. What was going on in his head? After everything I just said, why would he think that? That wasn't the point of the story, was it? Wait, what was the point? I no longer remembered. "Jasper," I started, "are you afraid I will because of that woman?"
Licking his lips, his voice faltered, "You may not want to now, but what happens if it happens again? It will happen again. Are you going to get as mad as you did today and decide that I'm not worth the trouble?" Dumbfounded, I stared at him. How the hell could he think that? After nearly losing him, because of the meningitis and then our miscommunication, I wasn't about to give up on him now.
It took me a few minutes to say anything and Jasper was getting out of bed, away from me, before I finally broke in, "Jazz, you'll always be worth it. I love you so much."
"Yes, that's what you say now, but what about when we fight? What about when people tear you down for being with me?" Jasper worried.
"That won't matter. I love you too much and always have, no stranger is going to take that away from us. We won't let them," I argued. "Now come back to bed."
Jasper laid back down, still tensed, but held onto me like he always did. His arms held me tighter than usual, again afraid I'd disappear, after I promised I wouldn't. Perhaps this was a ridiculous thought, but I was happy he held me that tight, that he was upset. He loved me and didn't want to let me go and that's more than I ever could have asked.
Relaxing into his embrace, my tired body fell asleep quickly.
Lying on my belly, my four year old self played with my hot wheels cars. The track I was currently having them race and crash on was one my father and I built together. Well, mostly he built, and I watched and was in the way; but he would have made it wrong without my help, I just knew it.
I loved these cars, making them crash and burn and all the sounds they made. When I grew up, I thought I might want to be a race car driver. How cool would that be? I couldn't think of a better job. Waiting to get big enough to drive was a pain.
A knocking interrupted me. Annoyed, I said, "Come in." All I wanted to do was play, thank you very much.
"Sweetie," my mom addressed me and stopped speaking until I turned around. She was sitting on my bed waiting for me. "I wanted to talk to you," she told me and patted the bed beside her. Sighing dramatically, I got up and moved next to her. What was so important that she couldn't wait until I was tired of playing?
"Edward, you remember our friends, Carlisle and Esme?" she asked me. Thinking about it hard, I nodded my head yes, I did remember them. They lived next door, only next door wasn't all that close to our house. At least it was far away to me, my legs got tired if my mom tried to make me walk there. "Good," she grinned at me.
"Why?" I asked, this still wasn't worth making me lose play time.
"Well... they are going to adopt a little boy, about your age," she stated, and waited for my reaction. I'd have someone else to play with? It was about time.
"Can I go play with him now?" I asked, excitement taking over.
My mom laughed, "Not yet. They are still in the process of adopting him." As if I understood what the hell that meant. Why was she telling me, if he wasn't here now? "Sweetie, I just want you to be nice to him when you get to school, try to be his friend. Can you do that?"
Nodding my head at her, I wondered how hard that could be. "Why do I have to wait til school starts, mommy? Can't I try to be his friend now?" I asked, undeterred by her telling me no. Someone my age was going to live next door. I didn't have any brothers and sisters, nor anyone else nearby, this was great news. I hoped we got along.
"Sweetie, Jasper needs to settle in and get to know his new parents," she explained. Jasper, his name was Jasper? I'd never heard that name before.
Indignant, I told my mom, "He needs to get to know me too, if we are going to be friends."
My mom smiled at me, in that, she thinks 'I'm cute kinda way' that usually made me mad. I was not cute. "Yes, I know that. You'll get to know him soon enough."
"What happened to his real parents?" I asked her, wondering why they didn't want him anymore. Surely, he wasn't a bad kid, if my mom wanted me to like him.
Giving me a sad look, my mom answered, "They died in a car crash, sweetie."
"Oh." My head turned to look at my hot wheels cars and track. Perhaps I didn't want to be a race car driver after all.
My mom ruffled my hair, and commanded, "Pick up your toys. I'm going downstairs to make dinner. I expect this room to be clean before suppertime."
Groaning at her, but not saying no, as I knew what she'd do if I did, I slid off the bed. She left me and I looked around the room. Man, there was no way I could play anymore if I wanted to get to dinner on time. I had too much to do now. The new kid should be comfortable here and I'd make sure I didn't do anything to upset him. Getting to work, I threw half the things out of my closet, making room in the corner. The track my dad and I spent so much time building was going to have a new home where I could play with it, but Jasper didn't have to see it. Dragging the track to its new place, I put all my hot wheels cars inside a shoe box, close to it, in case he accidentally saw my closet.
Looking around the room, I still wasn't done. All the things I'd taken out had to be put back somewhere. It seemed to take forever to find everything a place.
Instead of yelling at me to come downstairs, my mom pushed my door further open and took a look around. She wanted to make sure I put all my toys away, as if I never did or something. "Sweetie, what happened to all your hot wheels stuff?" she asked me, knowing that was one of my favorite things to play with.
"I put it in my closet," I answered and showed her.
"Why?" she asked, bewildered.
"So the new kid can come over and play," I told her proudly.
"Why can't he play with your cars?" she asked, still baffled.
"He can, but if my parents died in a car crash, I wouldn't want to play with them," I pointed out.
My mom hugged me hard and sniffled. What was her problem? They were just toys. "You're the best son a mother could have," she announced and led me out the door so she could finish up dinner before my dad got home.
Climbing up onto one of the bar stools around the island in the kitchen, my mom warned, "Sit still if you are going to sit there. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Moms, they didn't know anything. I wasn't going to get hurt. Rocking on it anyway after she told me to be still, she glared at me and asked, "What did I say?"
Sighing, I sat still and waited, impatiently. My mom apparently forgot the cookies she'd left on the island. Cookies weren't my favorite, but sweets were. Getting in a kneeling position on the stool, I reached for the cookies, almost falling over, but I managed to stay upright. See? Mom's didn't know anything.
Making sure she didn't see me, I snatched one of the cookies and shoved it in my mouth before she could stop me. The cookie was dry and nearly made me choke. I needed a drink, but I forced myself to swallow it down anyway.
Hearing a car pull up in the driveway, I announced happily, "Daddy's home," while cookie crumbs spat out of my mouth. I couldn't wait to tell him that I was going to have a new friend. In my excitement I rocked back and forth on the stool, still kneeling. The force that I was rocking couldn't hold me and I fell over backwards, stunned. That shouldn't happen to me. My back and head hit the tile floor and I heard my dad cry out.
Tears fell down my cheeks. My back hurt, my head hurt. I glared at the stool, in anger, for not holding me up. The reality that I was not, in fact, invincible, was overwhelming. I could get hurt, my parents couldn't always save me.
My dad knelt beside me and asked, "Edward, are you okay?" He looked worried and shaken. I nodded at him, my throat too tight to speak.
"I'm going to call Dr. Cullen and see if he can check and make sure he's all right," my mom said and picked up the phone. I couldn't hear anything she said to him.
"Daddy, that hurt," I whined.
"I know it did, son," he acknowledged, wiping my tears away.
Sniffling, I said, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" he asked me, probably thinking I was sorry for doing something I shouldn't be, after being told not to, but that wasn't it.
"I'm sorry I cried. You told me boys don't cry," I said in shame.
"That's not what I said, Edward. Even I cry sometimes, but I don't let other people see me do it," he admitted, sorrowfully.
"Carlisle will be here in a minute," my mom told us. My parents still hadn't move me, as though they were too afraid to do so.
Carlisle got there a few minutes later and checked me over. "I think Edward here will be all right, but if he..." Carlisle started telling my parents to take me to the hospital if I had some other symptoms. I stopped listening, he said I was okay.
"Thank you, Carlisle," my parents said before he left, and before I got to ask about Jasper. Man, that meant I had to wait until school started. That seemed like an eternity, even though it was less than a month away.
My mom hugged me, and told my dad what I'd done that day with the cars for Jasper. She should really learn not to tell people stuff, I wanted to tell my daddy about Jasper and she took it away from me. My dad picked me up and sat me on his knee. "I'm proud of you. You sure are growing up," he declared. If I was so grown up, then why was I on his knee? Parents.
We ate dinner like that and my dad hugged me before letting me go with an, "I love you." Little did I know that was the last time I'd ever hear those words from his lips.
"I love you, too, daddy."
The sound of sobbing woke me up. Why were my cheeks wet? Oh, the dream. No, not a dream, a memory. We were happy, once. I felt denied of what should have been a happy childhood. My father had been a good man, at some point. Disappointment, anger and sadness filled me. I took some comfort knowing my mother didn't marry someone that was a complete asshole before they tied the knot, or even before they had me.
The mattress behind me dipped and I felt Jasper's chest against my back. He must have gotten up while I was still sleeping. A hand snaked it's way underneath me, so one arm was under me. Jasper's other arm tightened around my waist, bringing me close to him. He kissed my ear, making soothing sounds. Turning my head towards him, he captured my mouth with his, attempting to chase away my nightmare. Jasper's tongue lapped up the tears on my cheeks, as the flow ebbed. Fuck, I didn't want to cry about this.
Distracting me, Jasper kissed my shoulder, nibbling a bit when he reached my neck. Trying to turn over and face him, Jasper commanded softly, "No, stay where you are." Wondering what he was up to, I remained facing away from him.
Rough and wet, Jasper's tongue slid along the shell of my ear before teeth sank in, gently nibbling. The moan that came out of my mouth was much louder than I thought it would be. Lips moved across the back of my neck as fingers pinched my nipples. Struggling to turn around to face him, Jasper only held me so tight I couldn't move. "I told you to stay where you are and I meant it," Jasper warned. Keeping still was difficult.
Jasper's arms relaxed around me some, as he thought I'd obey him. My shoulders and back were wet and on fire as his tongue left trails along the muscles there. Fuck. When would he let me move?
Hands moved down to my hips as Jasper continued on lower and finally reached my ass. Taking a small nip at me, my body jumped. When Jasper stopped I turned my head to look at him. "Turn back around, Edward," he commanded with a light slap on my ass. Grunting my displeasure at not being able to look at him, I looked at the wall.
Hearing a click first, the smell of something strawberry assaulted my nose. What the fuck was he doing?
Rustling sounded from behind me and I felt Jasper press himself against me, again. Jasper's hands pushed me knees up and lifted one leg so it was over his head. Wait, head? I could feel his hair against my leg, so I knew that was right. Warm breath spread across my ass. The same tongue that licked its way down my back, licked the crack of my ass, asserting that someone else owned me. Groaning, my head tilted back and that's when I saw it. Jasper's cock was across my shoulder, just there, just tempting me, just waiting to be licked. Taking a swipe at the head, I heard and felt Jasper's growl. Pleased, I went to work and tongued as much of his cock as I could in this awkward position.
When something colder than the warmth of Jasper's tongue spread along my ass, I yelped in surprise. That must be what the strawberry lube was for, but as Jasper had already been licking my ass, I didn't see the point. As Jasper hungrily lapped the flavored lube from my ass, the point became clear. Fuck. He never would have gone after my ass with that much enthusiasm before, even if he liked it. My moans were loud and I'd forgotten to tease the cock, so near my mouth. Jasper's hips jerked, reminding me, and I sucked the head in, as his tongue breached through my hole.
Letting Jasper go, I panted, "Fuck me." Please, fuck me. I wanted something besides a tongue in my ass. Jasper took a few last licks of my ass, removing the rest of the flavored lube.
Turning his body right side up again, Jasper kissed my neck and moved my head to face him. He kissed me, and left the taste of himself, my ass, and strawberry lube on my tongue. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I liked the combination or I thought it was a turn on.
Pulling away from him, I begged, "Please..." Kissing me once more, Jasper picked up the lube we normally used and put some on his fingers to coat my ass and stretch me. "Damn it, would you hurry up?"
"Yes, sir," he mocked. Whatever, just fuck me, for god's sake. In this position I still couldn't see anything he did, but I felt it when his cock pushed inside. Sighing, from both the burning sensation and the contentment of finally being filled, I let go of my annoyance.
Jasper moved his hips, brushing my prostate and I moaned in pleasure. One of his arms held my leg up and his hand easily found my balls, tugging on them. Fuck. They were already sensitive from every thrust against my prostate. "Harder," I breathed. I wasn't going to last much longer, not like this. Jasper picked up speed and I felt warmth and tightening of my muscles. My stomach spasmed as I let go, my ass clenching Jasper's cock. When my body stilled, I was relaxed and satiated, and felt Jasper finish himself off. He collapsed behind me, breathing heavily. Our room smelled like sex and sweat, our flesh hot and flushed.
Moving my legs from their cramped position I turned over and kissed Jasper, hard. Looking down at his naked body, I drank him in. I missed this when he wouldn't let me see him. Removing the condom from his softened cock, I tied it off and threw it away for him.
We didn't have that much time left together before I had to leave for work tonight, so after a few minutes I got up to take a shower. Jasper stayed on the bed, looking worn out.
Cleaning up, I came back to him, still lying on the bed. Both bottles of lube were lying there on the bed. I picked up the strawberry one, curious where he got it.
"Err... Jazz?" I ventured, looking at the strawberry lube in my hand.
"Yeah?"
"Where did you get this?" I asked him. Where the hell would he get such a thing? As far as I knew, we had nothing like this in the house before now.
"Um..." Jasper trailed off, looking guilty.
"Um... what?" I questioned.
"Promise not to get mad?" I nodded my head, in what I hoped was a believable manner, not sure I was succeeding. "Jamie gave it to me earlier today," he admitted.
Taking a deep breath, I asked, "Why?"
Jasper's lips twitched, as though he was holding in laughter. "Well, his exact words were, 'Here, take this. I'm still not getting any and someone ought to, you know.' Then he sighed and said, "I've always wanted to lick Edward's ass, but since that's not going to happen, at least I'll know what it tastes like when you do,'" he mimicked
Narrowing my eyes at him, I accused, "You're making that up."
Snorting at me, Jasper shot back, "I wish I was, but I'm not. That is what he said. Actually he seemed half-crazed when he was here." I didn't know if I should be amused or angry at Jamie's antics.
"Is he coming over again tonight?" I inquired. We were going to have words if he did.
Jasper shook his head no, and told me, "No, he's going out with Grant." Breathing a relieved sigh, I was happy he was still with Grant. Why wouldn't he be? Grant liked Jamie for Jamie. All the possible interests in Jamie's life before now were only there for the fucking. Jamie was used to being used and thrown away, his life selling himself left that stamp on him, as though he's worthless without it. Grant was smart, I'd give him that. He seemed to know that if they did fuck then he'd be out of the picture pretty quick. Although it's not like Jamie couldn't find plenty of people to fuck and leave, or vice versa, if that's what he really wanted. Right now, I'd bet anything Jamie was enjoying this, even though he acted annoyed.
Getting ready for work, I asked Jasper, "What are you doing tonight?"
"Emmett called, he wanted us to meet him at the bar we took him to after he gets off work. I told him you were working, but I'd meet him," Jasper answered. A small surge of jealousy flickered and I told myself that it was because I wasn't able to join them, not that they would be together, alone.
"Promise me one thing," I said and Jasper looked at me curiously. "Promise me you won't fall for Emmett," I joked, keeping the mood light, even when I knew I wasn't kidding.
Jasper wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Why would you think I'd fall for Emmett?"
"Because he's Superman," I teased.
Jasper seemed to know that underneath the lightheartedness, I was jealous. Instead of laughing or teasing me, he pulled me into his arms and reminded, "Don't forget you've saved me, too." Kissing me on the neck he let me go to finish getting dressed.
Pushing my jealousy aside, I gave Jasper a kiss goodbye and walked out the door and I felt, right back into the lion's den. Work wasn't that bad, and people I worked with went out of their way to not say anything that could be construed as me having a boyfriend where a patient could hear them. After last night, I was grateful.
A few hours into my shift, I heard a familiar voice boom, "Dr. Masen, we need you." I was shocked he knew my last name, much less called me doctor of anything.
When I turned around to see why he was here, I saw Emmett holding up Jasper. Jasper looked pale, sweaty and holding his arm at an awkward angle. His shoulder appeared to be dislocated. Rushing over to them, I barked, "What happened to Jasper? Did you do this?"
"What? No. Please just fix him. I'm not sure what happened, but I know who did it. Jasper flipped someone over his shoulder, if that helps," Emmett replied, releasing Jasper into my care. Barely containing my anger at whomever did this I led Jasper to a bed and manipulated his shoulder back into place. Amazingly, he didn't pass out, even though I expected it.
"Jasper, what the hell happened to you?" I demanded.
His eyes were blurred with tears, from the pain, and he barely mumbled out, "Later." Sighing, I was impatient to know, but I had work to do.
Putting his arm in a sling, I instructed, "Go home and rest, I'll see you there." Determined, before I lost my will to do it, I kissed Jasper and said, "I love you."
Jasper attempted a smile, that came out instead as a grimace from the pain. "I love you, too." Emmett led Jasper away and home. The rest of the night I was distracted and if anyone said anything about Jasper and I, then I didn't notice.