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Well hello my lovelies! Did you miss Headward last week? Chances are you already know, but the kinky plot-bunny from the A/N in chapter 21 refused to let me continue until I got the one-shot done. So if you enjoy some romantic, voyeuristic, lightly kinky het sex, check out Reconnection, a Carlisle-Esme O/S.
What would I do without my amazing Beta Laverett?
Right, so enough of all the silly Edward freaking out, it's time to get down and dirty. At least; FAKE down and dirty. Let's get to it! And yeah; Not Safe For Work! Contains Sexual Content! Under-age get out of here! Shoo now!
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Jasper was already at the studio when Edward and Rosalie arrived, and he was firmly ensconced in Angela's make-up chair. The top half of his chin-length hair was pulled back and tied with a black elastic band. He was wearing the fucking guyliner yet again.
And he… sparkled.
Really.
It was subtle, but there. Angela was still busy with her brush, vampirizing him.
The flecks caught the light, reflecting it in myriad pinpoints. Like shiny silver stars. Really tiny stars.
Edward followed the abstract constellations down Jasper's shirtless torso. He clenched his fists at the urge to drag his tongue down too.
Fuck.
Instead, he focused on Jasper's clothes. They were… glamorously over the top. He rode the line between bad-ass and feminine. He was wearing a short sleeveless vest of black leather that hung open to show his glittered torso. The vest itself looked tough, but there were feathers lining the collar.
Edward couldn't decide if the feathers were such a deep black they appeared blue, or if they were such a deep indigo they appeared black. He wondered if they belonged to the stupid birds.
His stupid birds.
Edward felt a strange affectionate companionship with the noisy things.
Vampire Jasper's pants were pitch black and super skinny, ending in mid-calf broken-in black combat boots. Tough. But the belt buckle that held them up flashed with sparkly stones. Not tough at all.
Both his wrists were lined with leather bracelets (or was it cuffs- Edward would have to research the difference. Later.) One side had a single black band, thick and chunky. The other wrist disappeared beneath multiple slimmer bracelets, some with metal snaps all around. And was that a spike or three there? Tough.
A few large rings caught the light on his pale fingers, chunky and bejeweled. And his fingernails were painted black. Not tough. But they were square and short, and there was no mistaking Jasper's hand for a woman's.
The whole effect was striking.
Unforgettable.
It flirted with androgyny; the longish hair, the feathers, the make-up, and the jewelry. Yet, Jasper was strong enough to rock it, his confident masculinity almost aggressive.
He lounged, one leg crooked over the armrest, debauched and dangerous.
His eyes flashed at Edward, but his greeting was a relatively mild ''Hey.''
Edward nodded, mouth too dry to answer.
Fuck.
Watching Jasper, Edward wanted to be his plaything.
That was bound to complicate things. Fuck fuck fuck.
''Alice baby, you're breaking new ground today!'' Rosalie pushed around Edward to hug and air-kiss somewhere over the smaller woman's spiky hair. There was about a foot of difference between the two.
Rosalie moved to Jasper, trailing a nail through the feathers near his neck. He stared up at her, sultry and suggestive. Maybe it was the way his lips pouted.
Or the make-up.
Or the sparkles.
Or the memory of his videos.
For whatever reason, Jasper fairly oozed lazy lust that morning. Edward was getting a semi just from drinking him in. Drinking in the SIGHT of him. Jesus. Because Edward had already had a taste of Jasper and he sure hoped he'd drink him in again.
Rosalie smiled, trailing her nail along Jasper's sharp jaw toward his soft lips. ''You sure look the part, honey.''
Jasper playfully nipped at her finger, a surprising darting movement with a little growly sound. God.
''Anything to please you, darlin'. Even feathers.''
Fuck, Jasper had better stop talking because his dark tone was only making Edward's cock react more. He fought to keep from squirming.
''Besides,'' Jasper continued in a lighter voice, ''added benefit is it hides my back too! Are you coming in, Edward?'' He called to the man who still hovered in the doorway.
Jasper's thoughts burned with dark fantasies as Edward came closer. Edward seemed relaxed enough, if a bit uncomfortable.
And he'd appraised Jasper too long. Jasper had felt Edward's gaze running over him. He'd had to stomp on the urge to touch his dick as it jumped in his pants. Instead, Jasper had swallowed hard, dissipating the need, feeling the fire simmer through his veins.
Jasper was hard.
Jasper was fucking hard.
He'd been hard before even getting there, before seeing the ridiculous look the girls had concocted for him.
Jasper had been hard all through the freaking restless sweaty night, half-awakening again and again to realize he was grinding against the mattress and rolling himself over with a frustrated huff.
Jasper had gone to a club the night before.
One he hadn't frequented for a long time. It had felt right; he knew in his gut it was what he needed to get into the right mindset for today's shoot.
He'd felt alive with sex, prowling the darkened smoky rooms.
Pale flesh, twisting. Exposed. Reddened. The sounds of rough treatment, gasps and slaps. Moans of pleasure. Begging. Various bondage accoutrements. All sorts of pairings; small, tall, old, slim, heavy, hairy, young.
Lust so thick it trickled down his back, settled in the very pores of his skin.
He'd half expected to come across Victoria and wondered how he would deal with that. He hadn't though. Victoria was still in Vegas.
It was a new experience to go there sober.
And alone.
Garrett's absence ate at him, a dark empty hole he'd been surprised to realize he could actually tolerate easily. It was a part of him, like his throbbing cock. An accepted and necessary ache.
Safe behind his black mask, Jasper had observed in silence.
He'd steeped himself in sex until he couldn't breathe, until his hands shook at the desire ripping through him.
He'd been approached, again and again. Men, women, sometimes both at once; they could sense the power vibrating in him. He'd been tempted. But he'd declined in a low voice. Every time.
He was saving himself.
Saving it for Edward.
In broad daylight though, watching a nervous Edward strip out of his clothes and into the ones Angela had selected, Jasper wondered at his judgment. Jasper obediently opened his mouth for Angela to glue the sharp teeth on him, his mind elsewhere.
Today wasn't even real.
It was why he'd wanted so much to place himself in the right mindset. And it had worked.
Too well.
Jasper reminded himself that today's scene was acting.
As the need to dominate, to fuck and bite and mark refused to be subdued, singing through his veins like sweet poison, Jasper worried.
Worried for Edward.
For himself.
For their budding relationship.
Darkness rolled in him; his skin felt too tight. Jasper would just have to find a way to keep it somewhat leashed.
He would.
He had to.
Somehow.
For Edward.
For himself.
For their budding relationship.
Alice shooed him out of the chair to make room for Edward, insisting Jasper follow her to the set.
Because today, they weren't shooting in the studio.
No, Alice had decided that she would switch things up. They were shooting in the locker room in the basement.
As he followed her, Jasper could tell she was dying to speak with him alone.
He was right.
Ducking under the ''no entry'' tape, Alice pounced on him the second the door clanged shut.
''Jasper. Are you all right?'' Alice asked.
''I'm fine.'' Jasper attempted to shrug nonchalantly, but he wasn't quite sure how successful he was because he felt wound tighter than a watch-spring, and Alice was goddamn perceptive.
And she proved it yet again, simply regarding him with crossed arms.
Avoiding her gaze, Jasper looked the set over. Navy blue metal lockers lined two walls. The floor was orangey tile, and there was a wooden bench parallel to the far wall. It was a bit cold and smelled of damp mold and gym shoes. The lighting was harsh neon, which surely explained the many reflective umbrellas and spots and diffusers.
Already, his mind was cataloguing possible options. Sexual positions involving the wall. The lockers. The bench. The floor? No, too gross and mildewed, Edward would freak out for sure.
When Jasper failed to elaborate, Alice continued.
''Jasper. I haven't seen you like this for a long time. If I didn't know you better, I would think you'd relapsed and were chaffing for a fix''. Her voice grew small and insecure, her eyes searching. ''You didn't, Jasper, did you? I know the last few weeks have been hard…''
Jasper moved to Alice, impulsively hugging her tight. Well, tight as he could without pressing his boner into her belly. Because that would just have been awkward.
He stared into her grey eyes, letting her read him. Forcing his barriers down, knowing she needed to see into his soul at that moment.
''No.'' His voice was soft and serious. ''I didn't. But it's true, in a way. I'm craving right now. Craving sex. Craving Edward. So bad, it's almost like needing drugs.''
''Why?'' Jasper wasn't even sure Alice had really spoken the question, or if he'd taken it directly from her mind.
He answered anyway.
''I went to Volterra last night.''
Alice gasped, eyes widening, pulling back in his arms.
''You didn't!'' Her voice was awed denial.
''Yes.'' Jasper half-smiled.'' I did.'
''And… ''Jasper could see the hesitation in Alice's eyes. ''How was it?''
Jasper forced himself to keep his guard down, to hold her loosely and let her read him even if instinct yelled at him to protect his soft wounded insides.
''It was… okay. Weird, being there sober. And alone…'' Jasper trailed off, and finally looked away, not wanting Alice to divine the extent of that hurt.
She made a soft sound of understanding and hugged him tight.
Jasper's voice was rougher when he continued. ''It was certainly hot as fuck. It sure got me riled up. I almost didn't make it to the shoot…''
''And you're sure you're alright?'' Alice pushed.
Jasper nodded.'' Yes. I am. It hurt of course, I don't often let myself miss Garret. But at Volterra… That was his thing, his passion. So of course…''
Jasper's voice cracked and he tried to clear the lump in his throat.
Fuck, he wasn't going to start crying! Not today, right before the shoot.
Fuckin' hell.
His voice was choked as he pushed himself to finish. ''I'm fine, Alice. Really. I swear I didn't cry myself to sleep last night… I was too horny!''
He laughed; a desperate mirthless sound. ''Garrett would love this, actually. He would be proud of me. He'd approve…''
Alice smiled, her fingers absent-mindedly toying with the buttons on his vest. Her voice was gentle and serious.
''He would. Jasper, Garrett always wanted you to be happy. So he'd be proud of you for pushing your limits. With Vicky. And today. Going back there yesterday. Even this thing with Edward. You're starting to open up to him, Jasper. That's good. And I'm sure Garrett knows. He's up there raising hell in heaven and he's smiling at you for accepting yourself more and more…''
The tears piled up then, Jasper's vision blurring and his mouth twisting as a pitiful sound forced its way past the knot in his tightened throat.
''Fuck, Al… don't.'' He grated.
Jasper pressed his burning eyes hard into her bony clavicle, willing the sobs down. As he gathered his composure, he heard Edward and Felix chatting as they approached. Sniffing hard, Jasper had to press his thumbs into his eyeballs, carefully wiping the extra water away.
Fuck!
Alice kissed him softly on the cheek, with a whispered apology.
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Edward felt absolutely ridiculous as he pushed the swinging door into the locker room.
Absolutely completely ridiculous.
He actually blushed when Jasper surveyed him.
Edward was wearing a ridiculously preppy work-out look. A thin cotton t-shirt, blindingly white. Some tiny red shortshorts. Seriously, it was indecent. Edward kept having the eerie feeling that one of his balls was hanging out. How unsexy could you get?
And on his feet he had running shoes, but mostly white socks that Angela had insisted he pull up to midcalf. They were even whiter than the t-shirt if that was possible. Seriously, they were nuclear fusion white. Solar flare white. Crest-man smile white.
With a red line. A double red line.
Almost as red as his face.
Jasper's eyes were burning over him, the trail of tingles running amok.
''Pretty bad, huh?'' Edward voiced his discomfort, tugging on the bottom of his shortshorts.
''Well.'' Jasper's voice was rough, and he cleared his throat before continuing. ''At least you don't have feathers…''
Edward laughed, for real.
There was that.
Crazy Alice.
''So yeah, guys? This is how it's going to work…''
Alice proceeded to explain in detail to her actors and cameraman exactly what she wanted.
Edward tried to listen.
He really did.
But the sound muted to a buzz as Edward was distracted.
Jasper was staring straight at him. Unflinching. Burning. He looked… hungry. It made Edward's dick want to swell in its soft mesh pouch. Fucking hell. Breathing deeply, Edward tried to focus on Alice.
He moved to stand by the bench.
Bad idea. That was closer to Jasper.
Jasper, who was still looking at him with a constant intensity, like he was lunch.
Edward's dick started to poke up, despite his best efforts.
Apparently, it wanted to be lunch.
Jasper's lunch.
As a swell began to form in his shortshort's front, Edward placed a foot on the bench, hoping to hide the prodding of his dickhead.
If only Jasper would look away…
His dick continued to struggle to a heavy slanted position, tugging on the mesh insert of the shortshorts. And Edward was suddenly reminded of his shaved ass crack.
How would Jasper react to it?
Fuckin' fuck fuck fuck.
Edward was blushing again, but it wasn't shyness this time. He made himself hold Jasper's hooded gaze, watching in satisfaction as the other man's jaw clenched.
Edward felt strangely empowered to be tempting Jasper like that. He focused on trying to send him his best bedroom eyes. He was quite experienced in dazzling women that way. Surely Jasper was just as vulnerable?
Channeling the lust that wanted to settle in his belly, Edward stared at Jasper just as intently as the man had been watching him.
Jasper chewed on his lip, and nervously twisted a cuff on his wrist. He was breathing faster, Edward could see his torso rising and falling in the opening of the vest.
This was so hot! Payback time! Enough of being devoured, time to win back his power. Show him two could play that game.
Edward was going to push Jasper tell he lost it!
Edward slanted his eyelids, parting his lips on a shaky breath. How could he make it more convincing?
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
It started as a distant chant, resonating in his subconscious.
Gradually, it forced itself into his conscious thoughts, but by then it was too late to stop it, to think of the implications.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Edward stared into Jasper's eyes.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Jasper bit his lip, his entire body tensing. Smoldering.
It was working!
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Edward's non-verbal taunted, challenged.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Jasper made himself remain still, froze himself to the spot.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Both men were caught, needing to break the contact; unable to.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-m-...
''Guys?''
Edward got the feeling it wasn't the first time Alice had called them, trying to break the trance.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me. The chant grew quieter, a whisper of wind. It wouldn't be ignored though, breezing softly through every cell of Edward's body.
''Since no-one is listening to me, we'll just start shooting and I'll direct as we go along. Do you need prepping time?''
Jasper's dark eyes finally turned to her.
''No.'' His voice was back to that sultry, a bit rough tone.
It made Edward shiver.
Really.
It did.
Fuck.
Me.
''No thanks to you, boner killer. But Edward here was kind enough to take care of that issue…''
''Ha, ha, very funny.''
But the look Alice sent him was apologetic. Bringing up Garrett, right before a shoot. Jesus. She was lucky he was too horny to be depressed.
''I want to start off with Jasper in the corner over there, waiting and watching for Edward. This one is your locker, Edward.'' Director Alice tapped a door in the middle of the top row. ''I put some stuff inside, and the lock is there but it's not locked. And remember guys; it's Robert and Jackson, right?''
Jasper obediently slunk to his designed spot and lounged against the wall. Edward half expected him to light a cigarette, or bully some kid for lunch money. It's what his stance reminded Edward of; one of the tough kids who had terrorized him in school.
Well, until he got switched to that private school for gifted students.
Tugging on his shortshorts, Edward moved out of camera view.
''Now, Edward, you just finished your workout. I want you to do stuff at your locker so Jasper can get a good look at you.''
Edward readjusted his semi and wished one more time the shortshorts were longer.
Just a couple inches.
He walked to his designed spot, feeling self-conscious and rather ridiculous.
He turned and waved to an imaginary friend- Robert was a popular guy- before stopping in front of the lockers.
Edward scrubbed a hand through his hair, feeling the stupid shortshorts ride up as he did. Hastily bringing his arm down, Edward pretended to twirl the lock and pulled the door open. He could feel Jasper watching him and it made him want to squirm.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me. The whispering started up again, muted.
Nervous, Edward grabbed a white towel from the locker and dabbed at his face. Fuckfuckfuck. Man, Edward hated acting. He was a power-top, not a real actor. What the heck was he supposed to do, to captivate Jasper's attention? He draped the towel around his neck.
Suddenly inspired, Edward grabbed his foot and pulled it up into a stretch.
That's right.
He should stretch after a workout.
Even if it made the shortshorts shift dangerously up his thighs. Bracing his hands on the locker, Edward raised the toes of one foot up and stuck his ass out, feeling his calf tighten. And also the red shortshorts.
He thought he might have heard a growl from the corner.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
The litany was gaining strength again, and Edward didn't try to force it down. It had worked earlier.
Let Jasper watch.
Edward WANTEDJasper to watch.
Biting his lip, Edward had never been so aware of his body as in that moment. He could feel the way his muscles stretched and bunched, as he lifted his arms above his head. He was aware of the shirt pulling tight across his shoulders, of the slice of skin he exposed, right under his bellybutton.
He could feel Jasper feasting on the sight.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Trying to keep a straight face as the mantra grew stronger, Edward angled his hips and curved his back as far as he could, arms linked together and pushing his pecs out.
He actually had to bite down a moan at the thought of how Jasper must be reacting. He WOULDN'T look to see.
He didn't need to.
Edward could feel the hungry want emanating from the corner, raking over his body like invisible fingers.
The air pulsated with the silent prayer. Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Finally, before he peaked, or maybe begged for it, Edward turned his back to the corner. Placing one heel on the bench, he pushed his ass out.
Taunting.
Challenging.
He bent forward.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Fire engine red shortshorts stretched, straining to cover the firm muscles.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Edward wondered if it would be too much for him to bend down and touch his toes. He wasn't really sure he was capable of it, and his hard-on already protested its smushed position.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Moving his ass a little, from side to side, Edward was certain he'd heard a growl this time.
Before he had time to really process the sound, he was suddenly lifted from the bench and manhandled roughly.
Edward might have yelped at the feel of strong hands grabbing his hips, and somehow propelling him forward to slam against the closed lockers.
He had to resist the urge to mold himself to the body heat that suddenly enveloped his back.
Fuck.
Jasper was sooooo tense. Edward could hear him panting wetly near his ear.
''Well well.'' Jasper's voice was deliciously rough again, seething with quiet menace. ''What have we here?''
Wetness dragged up the back of Edward's neck, raising goose-bumps in the short hairs.
''Didn't think you'd see me again, did you, Robert?''
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Edward wisely remained silent.
If he opened his fucking mouth, the words that resonated in his mind would escape. He was having enough of a hard time pretending not to be affected by Jasper's burning proximity. Fuck, he wanted to press himself back. Hard. And maybe grind a bit.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Jasper's fingers clutched hard at Edward's sides as he licked another long shivery stripe up Edward's neck.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
One of Edward's hands moved then; instinct. It hovered down, maybe to grab at Jasper, or push him off, or even ease the front of his hopelessly tented shortshorts.
Whatever the imprecise intention, the wandering hand didn't reach its goal.
Jasper growled again, fuckin' growled, right in his ear, and grabbed Edward's wrist to slam his hand hard against the lockers, by his head.
The metal made a loud echoing hollow noise of protest.
Thank god; hopefully, the sound overruled Edward's throaty moan.
Jasper's fingers clenched tight in warning around the slender bones, before dragging down Edward's arm to his t-shirt hem.
''Good! Good!''
Alice was there then, suddenly. ''Let's do that again. I want different views, and I have only Felix today because there isn't room for more than one cameraman in here. Let's take that again from the slamming into the lockers part.''
''What?'' Jasper protested hazily. ''But…''
''Come on, Jasper. It doesn't have to be identical-identical. Just close enough. Slam, whisper, lick, whisper, grab hand.''
Edward was too lust-stunned to actually say much.
And Jasper, well Jasper put up with it. He was a professional.
But fuck if he wasn't going crazy.
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Edward didn't actually have anything to do, except remain the willing victim. That was a good thing, because his brain was turned to mush. Jasper, however…
Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.
Slam, whisper, lick, whisper, grab hand.
By Take Four, Jasper was so hard he could barely remember the sequence. All of his rational thought was obliterated by the nearness of a quivering Edward. And then of course, Edward decided to STOP being so submissive and started to struggle against Jasper's hold.
It deteriorated immediately then, into; slam, whisper, lick, struggle, slam, growl, struggle-wiggle, slam, kick legs apart, bite neck, press hard dick to fucking teasing ass in shortshorts.
''Okay, enough.''
Alice's nasally voice forced them apart. ''If you're going to get all impatient, let's take this further.''
Jasper thought he heard a whispered Thank Fuck from Edward. He seconded that.
Time to stop the teasing.
Little did he know…
Jasper's day was just getting started.
A long day.
A very long day.
A very long HARD day.
*Fans self* I know I'll get complaints about stopping the scene there... But know it's actually a positive thing; it means the rest of the lemon was so long and explicit it needed its own chapter... Just saying...
As for Edward's wrist-ornament dilemma; According to /jewelry ''A true cuff is a rigid bracelet with a gap in the material, usually on its reverse side. The opening lets us easily slip the bracelet over a wrist.''
So technically Jasper was wearing bracelets, since leather is not entirely rigid and there were snaps to close the bands. But Jasper feels very strongly about the fact that a cuff is more manly than a bracelet. So Edward is going to play along and say it was a cuff. Besides, I don't think Edward worried about Jasper's wrists more than those first few seconds, he was too busy contemplating his hard cock.
Til next week then...
Mwah!
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