A/N: First of all, thank you so much for all your wonderful words, thoughts and prayers while I was away…you have no idea how much they all meant to me. I read each and every review, note, PM, tweet and email…you guys rock, that is all.
Now…there are no words for all that OnTheTurningAway did for me while I was gone, you guys have no idea. Without her, the journal would have stopped, she took my mess I sent her, fixed it and posted it for me with no complaints and she did it for you as well as me. I love her more than Swedish Fish…that is saying something! I gave her the night off tonight, so all mistakes, grammar or otherwise are all mine.
Disclaimer: I own cute green shamrock toe socks…SM owns the rest.
March 17, 2009
When I woke up this morning, I knew it was going to be a great day. How could you go wrong with St. Patrick's day? It was one holiday that Jasper and I both celebrated with gusto and I knew I was going to wake up with a slight hangover tomorrow, but man was it worth it.
Jasper woke me up and once again made a delicious breakfast of Shredded Wheat and berries, with whole milk of course. He was trying so hard and I didn't have the heart to tell him it was like drinking heavy whipping cream. He poured my coffee, handed me my lunch and sent me out the door with a kiss and the promise of fun times tonight. I couldn't fucking wait.
Work sucked. I only had a few more days before I was off for the next three weeks, but I was still having a hard time getting through the day. My boss was being an asshole to me, I kept telling myself that it was because he was going to be in a world of hurt while I was gone, but it didn't make him any easier to tolerate. The workload I was buried under was made worse by his constant bitching about me taking too much time off. He was the one who approved it, he could have said no, so I really didn't feel sorry for him. When lunchtime rolled around, I was ready to get out of there, so I took my lunch to the park to eat.
I sat down on a bench and opened up my cooler. There was a turkey sandwich, baked chips, an apple and a water. I loved Jasper so much for doing that for me, he didn't have to get up and make my food when he was off and could sleep in, so I appreciated it even more. There was a small package at the bottom, tied with a ribbon made from a few twist ties. He was certainly original. Smiling, I opened it and my mouth fell open. It was a bottle of green apple flavored lube with a Post-it note that said 'Happy Saint Patty's Day Edward...later, I will lick this off every inch of your dick...Love, J'. This was getting bad, we were both about to lose it, horny beyond belief and desperate for any kind of sexual release. He was going to get it, I was sitting in the park, needing to go back to work but had a hard-on that wouldn't go away.
It took about ten minutes and thoughts of having sex with a girl to make it disappear, it was ridiculous. My afternoon flew by, and before I knew it I was racing out the door and on my way to meet Jasper at our place so we could walk to the pub and drink green beer and Jell-o shots. When I walked in the door, Jasper was wearing a tee shirt that said 'Blow me I'm Irish' and he had one for me that said 'Rub my Shamrock for Good Luck'. I burst out laughing when I saw it, put on some jeans and wore the shirt for my man. Sometimes I wondered about him, but he was so fucking fun to be around, my life would be so boring without him.
Holding hands, we walked to the pub, grabbed a small table and started drinking. I lost count sometime around my fourth beer and third Jell-o shot. I barely remember stumbling home with Jasper in tow. He was much better at handling alcohol then I was, must be the Irish part of him. When we walked in the apartment, I fell onto the couch, ready to sleep off the buzz. Jasper was going to have none of that, he scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom while kissing my forehead. I nuzzled against him, loving the smell of beer on him, it was delicious.
Jasper laid me on the bed, and slowly undressed me, kissing me everywhere he exposed. I watched him from under my heavy lids, his lips on my skin lit me on fire. When he had me stripped to my boxers, he pulled out the green apple lube and asked me if I was really that tired. I shook my head and smiled at him while reaching out to caress his skin. He was naked and hard, his need for me evident. He popped open the top and poured a thin strip from the hollow of my throat down to my navel. It was cold and I jumped slightly when it hit me. Jasper told me I wouldn't be cold for long before lowering his mouth to my throat. I was drunk and horny and all of my nerves were burning with lust. His tongue lapped at the line and I watched him slowly make his way down, it was fucking torture. My cock was about to explode and he wasn't anywhere near it.
Jasper's tongue was magic. He put just the right amount of pressure on my skin to make me cry out in ecstasy over and over again as he licked my body. When he finally made it to the end of the line, I felt him bite into my hip and the pleasure was so intense that I reached down to grab my dick. He growled 'no' at me and covered my body with his, grabbing my hands and quickly tying them to the headboard behind me. His eyes were smoldering as he sat back and studied my body as I twisted against the silk he bound me with. He placed his lips on mine, licked the lower one and then slipped his tongue into my mouth. We kissed hungrily, tongues fucking each other's mouths like we wished our bodies would. He tugged off my boxers as he kissed me. Then, he poured lube in his hand, stroked himself twice, knelt over me so our cocks were lined up and started moving his hips slowly.
Jasper was moaning my name as his cock moved back and forth over mine. I wanted to grab his hips and make him push harder, but my hands were bound and his lips were against mine. It was hot as hell for him to murmur my name over and over again against my mouth. He trailed kisses along my jaw and stopped right at my ear, where he whispered for me to close my eyes and act like he was fucking me. I groaned, closed my eyes and let my imagination fly. He was moving faster and faster, telling me how fucking tight I was, how he loved to be buried inside me, how good my ass felt around him. I was thrusting against him, telling him how good his cock felt inside me, how much I loved feeling him slam into me over and over again and how bad I wanted to feel him cum inside my ass.
Jasper cried out, screaming my name as he tensed above me. I let myself go too and groaned his name loudly as our cocks throbbed and came at the same time. It was slippery, wet and fucking beautiful all at once. We didn't care that we were covered in our own mess as he untied me and our arms wrapped tightly around each other. Jasper whispered that he loved me so damn much and I told him that I loved him too. Sometimes the power of our emotions overwhelmed me and I almost felt like crying after that mind-blowing experience. He always knew what I needed, what I was feeling and right on cue he looked at me and kissed me before picking me up and carrying me into the shower. He washed me off as well as himself, then dried us both off before carrying me back to bed.
The combination of the alcohol and what he did to me in our bed made me a sleepy man, so he tucked me in, crawled in behind me and held me close until we fell asleep. How did I get so lucky? He was the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow...
Until tomorrow...
A/N: The links to the shirts the boys wore are on my profile. Blame this horny chapter on OnTheTurningAway and JRath…we were watching YouTube vids of him while pondering the perfection of his peen and getting all hot and bothered…he is so fucking hot!
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