I don't own Twilight. I'm so excited to see Rob on Letterman tonight! Let's hope we get some fun quotes and amazing pics to look at. PromoRob is the best!
This is a slash story with m/m lemons involved and language. If you're under 18 or that's not your thing, please just hit the red X.
There will be alternate POV's every day. Jasper will be first and is much more talkative, but Edward is starting to talk a bit more!
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Reviewer of the day goes to….. KM525 who asked, "Oooo, what is Edward hiding under his shirt? Scars, flab, sparkles?" That, dear reader, made me laugh my ass off. Thank you! :)
Chapter 29 - Perfection
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Well, thank God Edward hasn't been hurt by anyone. After he realizes why I'm so upset, he seems to be genuinely sorry for upsetting me. I know he didn't realize what the hell was going through my head. It's not his fault I always jump to the worst conclusion. I think it's just a farmer thing. Being negative and always expecting terrible things to happen kind of comes with the territory.
He seems to come to a decision about what he's going to tell me. I can see the determination in his eyes as he lifts up his shirt.
"See, Jasper. I'm not as gorgeous as you think I am."
For a second, I don't say or do anything. I just stare at his perfectly normal and beautiful stomach and chest. He's pale of course. I knew that from staring at his face, arms, and hands. It just makes his skin look like silk. It makes me want to lick every inch of his body. That lovely light chest hair that I saw near his collarbone is dusted all over. He doesn't have a lot, by any means, but just enough to let you know he's a man. God damn, his nipples are hard and so inviting. I've never really thought about my own before, but seeing his, I want to bend down and take them in my mouth. I can just imagine how they would feel and taste on my tongue.
I can tell that it's his stomach he's worried about me seeing. He's half covering it with his arm while his other hand is holding his shirt up.
Does he have a six pack? No.
Is he fucking gorgeous? Yes.
I know I'm still staring, and but I don't' know what the fuck the problem is. I need to know what the hell is going on in my boys head.
"Edward, what's wrong? I still don't understand why you don't want me to see you without your shirt on. You're absolutely beautiful, baby."
"Don't patronize me, Jasper!" His voice sounds so loud in the quiet barn. The horses startle a little at it.
He lowers his shirt, and I miss his skin already. I know he's upset, so I need to get him to talk to me.
"I'm not, honey. What did you think I would do when I saw you without your shirt? Why did you think I wouldn't find you even more sexy than I already do?"
He looks like he's about to cry. Tears are in his eyes, and he turns quickly away from me so I won't see them fall.
Well, that won't do.
I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around him. He tenses up at first, but when I don't let go, he relaxes into me. I don't say anything. I just wait until he's ready to talk to me. Whatever he's thinking, he couldn't be more wrong.
Finally, he wipes his face and takes a couple of deep breaths. I keep my face buried in his shoulder, lightly kissing the side of his neck.
"Jasper, I saw you. I saw you yesterday by the well." He turns in my arms then and puts his hand on my stomach. "I know what you look like without your shirt. Your skin is so tan and dark and don't even get me started on these abs. I don't have any of that."
I start to interrupt, but he stops me. "No, let me get this out."
I nod and he continues. He never once takes his hands off me, and somehow it gives me hope that this won't be a major obstacle for us.
"Growing up in Chicago, my dad was never home. He worked all the time and was never even home on weekends. I didn't learn to play sports and didn't do any outdoor activities. Mom kept me close to her. We stayed inside and I practiced piano many days. When I got into high school, though, I saw how the other guys were all filling out and knew I needed to do something. I didn't want to stay thin and skinny. Then I hit a growth spurt and it was even worse than before. I went from skinny to tall and skinny. I talked mom into letting me go to a gym. I didn't last long there, though. I was hit on aggressively by the women there, and even more so by the men. You know how shy I am around strangers. After the first week, I couldn't force myself to go back."
My heart broke for him. It pissed me off that he was harassed at the gym. Just the thought of him sitting there with some sleazy guy trying to get in his pants, got my temper up again. I had to stop that line of thinking fast before Edward saw my face. I was still very confused as to what he saw the problem was, though.
"Gorgeous, I don't quite understand what's got you so upset. It fucking pisses me off that you were hit on, but why do you think you should be ashamed of your body?"
"Because Jasper, I'm deathly white, and I don't look like what other men find attractive." He says this in a whisper. It's like all his anger has gone out of his body, and he's just accepted his fate.
My mom would tell you that my stubbornness is legendary. Edward about to find out, because he's not going to leave this barn until he understands just how beautiful he really is.
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I resigned myself to my fate. If Jasper can't find me attractive then, how the hell is he going to love me? The answer is he won't.
That's when I know I need to try and give him an out so he doesn't feel bad about all this. I mean it's not his fault I look like this.
I can tell he's about to say something, but I hold my hand up and take a couple of steps back. I need to put some distance between us. I've already broken down in front of him once today, and I'm not doing it again.
"Hey, let's just forget about this. I know we need to get these bales stacked before we're finished for the day. Let's just get back to work."
I was hoping that by distracting him, it might stop this whole conversation. This is all just so fucking embarrassing. Why didn't I just work out at home? I could have talked mom into getting me some free weights or something. I was always a runner and enjoyed going out in the early morning to get a couple of miles in while the city was quite, but it never built up much muscle. I should have just forced myself to do some push-ups or something. Now here I am with the man of my dreams, and I'm going to lose him because I'm too fucking lazy to get the body he would desire.
I walk over to one of the bales and struggle a bit with it. Jasper didn't seem to have any problems moving them around earlier. Of course not, he's built like a God.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and he hasn't moved yet. Of course not focusing on what I'm doing, I manage to get tripped up with the bale and land on my knees. Before I can get back up, Jasper is there shoving me down all the way to my back. He doesn't look happy.
"Are you trying to tell me that you aren't going to give us a chance because you don't think I find you attractive? Are you fucking serious? What gave you any indication that I don't want you? I've been fucking attacking your mouth every chance I can get!"
He's breathing heavy and he's holding my arms above my head. I would be turn on beyond belief if I weren't acting so emo. Even being all depressed, I still have a semi with him holding me down like this.
"Jasper, you don't understand? Do you not see how fucking hot you are? I can't compete against the men who are going to want you when you come out. They'll be on you so fucking fast, and they all look just like you do!"
He moves one of my writs so he's holding both of them on one hand. He uses his freed hand to grab my chin and forces me to look at him. I know he's upset with me, but his eyes hold such love and caring.
"Baby, you are beautiful. I will never want anyone else but you. Edward, you have to know that. You said you felt the connection, too. This isn't about being tan or stupid fucking abs. I could care less about that. I didn't fall for you because of what's under your t-shirt. I fell for you because of who you are. I will never not want you."
He releases my chin and slowly brings his hand down to grab mine. I thought he was just going to hold my hand, but damn, I was very wrong.
"Do you feel what you do to me, Edward? Do you feel how hard my cock is for you right now?" Oh my God. As he says this, he pushes my hand on to his very erect dick.
"Your're mine, and I'm not going to let you throw this away because you don't see how fucking beautiful you are."
I can't help but moan as he rocks his hips against the pressure I'm putting against him. He's so fucking huge under those jeans. And that was the one area I didn't think I had any reason to be insecure. The boy is going to give me a run for my money.
"Fuck, Jasper. You're big cock feels so good in my hand."
I can't take it anymore. I move my hand and hear him protest. He doesn't have any reason to be upset though. I grab him by the waste and pull his full weight on top of me. Now he can feel what he does to me, too.
"Damn it, Edward. I don't want to hear you say anything bad about this body."
I know he can feel how hard I am against him, because he's rubbing his dick with mine. His hands are all over my body like he's worshipping it, and I don't even flinch when he raises up my shirt. He looks up at me, and I can only nod my head. I'm not capable of words at this point.
He pulls my shirt up over my head and discards it like it's offended him in some way. Slowly, his eyes rake down my chest and stomach. I try to remember his words and stay out of my own head and just feel. I close my eyes for a second because I don't want to see the look of disappointment on his face when he really gets a good look at me for the first time. Instead what l I feel is his hot tongue wrapping itself around my nipple.
Nothing has ever felt this good. His wet licks at my chest while he's still forcing our cocks together, is about to make me cum in my pants. I need to warn him to stop, but I don't think I can.
"Jasper, I'm … I can't… "
I know I'm not making any sense, but I think he understands anyway. He tears his mouth away from my other nipple and brings his lips up to meet mine. Feeling his hot tongue tangled with mine is all it takes. I grab onto his shoulders and force myself up into his thrusts. He doesn't stop moving as I cry out my release.
"Of fuck, Edward. I'm gonna cum."
He's watching me writhe beneath him in ecstasy, and I can tell that's what pushes him over the edge. He continues to grind into me as he moans into my neck trying to muffle his sound.
He doesn't move from on top of me, and I'm glad. I would think he was asleep, but I know he's just completely sated and relaxed. I know, because I feel exactly the same way. I still have my hand on his shoulder, but my other one has moved to the back of his head so I can run it through his curls.
When our breathing is under control, he starts to get off me. I don't want him to move, but he pulls off me a bit probably afraid he's too heavy for me. He's not.
"Damn, baby. Now I kind of wish we would have remembered those towels."
I start to laugh and can't stop. All the tension and worry I was feeling is gone. Jasper is perfect for me, and maybe, just maybe, I'm perfect for him, too.
See KM525! There were no scars or flab. Sparkles would have been cool, though! haha Thanks everyone for your understanding of my little homage to Rob. I know it confused a couple of you, so I hope this explained it. Rob/Edward is beautiful no matter what his stomach looks like!
Thanks for all the fun reviews and new alerts. I would love to know what you thought of the barn (not so) dry hump! They really do need those towels now, don't they! ;)
See you tomorrow!
