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Summary: Jasper Whitlock spent his high school years being tormented by Edward Cullen. When their paths cross again years later, could the boy he once hated become the man he loves? Mature themes. For mature audiences only!
EPOV
"What the fuck!" I shout as I push him off of me. However, my heart stops when I see Jasper standing there, his face murderous.
I move towards him and he takes a step back. "Jasper, love…this…is…that fuck…" I try to find the right words in my drunken mind, before finally getting out what I want to say. "Jasper, this is not what it looks like."
How the fuck did I end up here?
My day was going great. Jasper had left for the hospital for the day shift after a heavy make-out session by the door. He didn't want to go in. He was whiny and horny, and it took a blowjob and him coming down my throat to convince him to head in to work. He didn't comply until I promised that we'd pick up where we left off, after the costume party tonight.
After he left, I got to work. I only had a little time and I wanted to use it wisely. I called Peter and asked him to come over. My call was cryptic, and I knew he was dying to know what I was up to.
Peter got here around the same time I hung up with my travel agent, after booking three tickets to Virginia.
Jasper needed to see his dad. As did Rosalie. I doubt Jasper wanted to do this without his sister, but I wasn't about to let either of them do this on their own. I wanted to be there, even if I would understand if Jasper didn't want me to go into the prison with him. However, a part of me wanted to see this man who was foolish enough to walk out on such an incredible family.
What a dick!
Peter threw himself down on the couch, and I hung up the phone. "So, what's so urgent?"
I didn't really know how to say this so I just blurted it out. "I want to get a tattoo."
Silence.
"Peter, man, did you hear me?"
"I think I heard you, but you're not making any sense. Because the Edward I know, is way too fucking scared of needles to want a tattoo." He laughed.
"Yeah, well, I'm conquering my fear by getting one," I said. "Plus, Jasper is worth it."
Peter chuckled and looked down before meeting my eyes. "I gotta say, I love you two together. You're good for each other. I had no idea that punk hurt him so much. I'm glad he has you, Edward."
Being reminded of Demetri made my blood boil. That asshole almost fucked up my time with Jasper yesterday. I had to admit it was a relief to have him so open, free, and playful. We were in a post coital glow after some fuckhot sex. My body was still tingling, but when I realized it was Demetri calling Jasper, my body tensed when he said who he was. I fought hard, not wanting Jasper to see the anger plastered on my face, so I kept my cool.
"Don't remind me." I growled, getting up and pacing the room. "That bastard called him yesterday."
"What?!"
"Yeah," I said. "He wanted to talk to Jasper and when I wouldn't give him the phone, Demetri proceeded to tell me, that Jasper will never love me the way he loves him. That I'm just a piece of ass Jasper liked to fuck and nothing more. I'm a fucking bastard and that no matter what, Jasper will always return to him."
"What the fuck?" Peter said incredulously. "Did you tell the prick off? Come on, Ed, I fucking know you and if that dick was in front of you saying that shit, you'd have your hand wrapped around his throat."
"Yeah, you're right." I smiled, figuring that Peter was on to something. I would kick that prick's ass. "But I didn't say anything."
"What?!" Peter shouted. "Come on Edward, man, tell me you told him to go fuck himself."
Peter was rattling my cage. "If an ex called for Riley, and you picked up. What would you do if you were trying to keep Riley calm, and not give the asshole the time of day to satisfy his ego?"
Peter looked defeated as he responded, "I would handle it."
"Exactly, and that's what I did," I told him. "I'm not sure if Jasper will try to call him, but I know it would be the wrong move."
"Yes, it would be," Peter agreed. "So what about this tattoo thing?"
"I want to get one." He laughed. "Yeah, laugh it up, but I'm serious. This is something I've been thinking about for a while, and I know the perfect thing to get."
Peter looked at me for what seemed like forever before he said, "You want to marry him, don't you?"
I didn't deny it. "I lost him before I even knew exactly what I was feeling." I smiled. "Now I know, I'm not going to make the same mistake again by letting him go."
Peter chuckled and shook his head. "I'm fucking proud of you, man." He pulled me into a one armed hug, and when we parted, we decided to go out and look into different tattoo shops I could use.
We found the perfect shop downtown, and I made the decision to do it after the party, but probably before we made the trip to Virginia. I'd have to talk to Dad about some time off for Jasper and me.
Peter and I parted ways after lunch, and I called Jasper, wanting to hear his voice but got his voicemail. I left a message telling him how much I loved and missed him, and he called me back minutes later, telling me how he loved me and then he told me about the surgery he was assisting with. It was great to hear Jasper talk about work sometimes. He was fascinated with everything he did.
After a round of 'I love yous', we hung up. I missed him so damn much.
~~wytwm~~
The party was in full swing by the time the gang and I arrived. I was happy to be here but also disappointed when Jasper informed me we couldn't arrive together because he was still working. Dr. Denali pulled him in to assist at the last minute and I knew how much this internship meant to Jasper so he wasn't about to turn down opportunities like these. I wouldn't let him either.
So while I was sulking, I still had the rest of our friends to keep me occupied until Jasper got here. Alice and Bella were ready to have fun, as was Peter and Riley. Alice was dressed as a fairy, Bella as a witch, Peter as a doctor, Riley as a cowboy and myself as a cop minus the hat. Alice thought it was funny for me to try another profession. Jasper would be a Navy officer, all dressed in white, and I couldn't wait to see him.
About an hour into our dancing and drinking, I got tempted into calling my dad and asking a favor to get Jasper here with me, but I told myself it was the buzz from the shots I was gobbling down one behind the other. I was a little mad, and I wanted my boyfriend here dancing and having fun like the rest of us.
Nonetheless, I was stubbornly like Jasper as his mom had said, and I didn't cut corners while on the job so I wouldn't dream of making him do it just so we could party. There would be more parties and more time spent together. Hey, I wanted forever with him so there was a lot more to come.
After being hit with that thought, I let go a little. I danced with the Alice and Bella as the club's walls practically shook with the dance music thumping through the speakers. Alice sang along, Bella and I were off key, but we were laughing and having fun.
Rosalie and Emmett arrived a little while ago. Emmett was coming from the hospital from his shift, and said Jasper said to tell me he'd be here as soon as he could. I smiled at the message and his thoughtfulness, though, I was still sad. I wanted him to walk through that door with Rosalie and Emmett. I wanted him here when they danced together, Rosalie grinding on Emmett. I laughed out at one point thinking of how Jasper would be trying to kick Emmett's ass if he saw them.
"Oh, come on, Edward," Alice said, handing me a drink. "Quit pouting. Jasper will be here soon. Remember, I dropped off his costume at the hospital and he's gonna head right over."
Looking at Alice as the music pumped through the club, I watched her eyes dance a bit. "How drunk are you?" I shouted.
"About…this much!" She thought she was showing me a small amount, but really, it was huge.
"Okay." I chuckled.
Bella and Rosalie came over and Emmett and the guys looked apologetically at me from their place on the floor while laughing. The girls had been drinking, and had a good buzz going. I text Jasper, but got no reply. He was still in surgery. Shit!
However, with the whiskey and beer, I was starting to let loose. I danced some more, a couple of guys flirted with me but I turned them down. In the past, I would've dragged them off somewhere, but not anymore. I had the best guy in the world, which I loved very much. Nothing could take that away.
I slowed down on the drinking because I wanted to be coherent when Jasper got here. I had to keep my tongue in check. Something a drunk me could not do. I didn't want to blurt things to him like how I plan to propose for instance. Alice placed another shot in front of me, and didn't stop cheering until I drank it.
Okay, maybe after that one.
We were all on the dance floor. The girls circling me, our hands in the air while singing along to whatever was on and laughing our asses off.
The girls integrated me in whatever they were doing while Riley, Emmett and Peter would stand off to the side, laughing at me. Rosalie was crazy and would smack me on the ass every now and then, Bella would grind on me, laughing and kissing Alice at the same time. Alice was the worst. She was a ball of energy, and hard as hell to keep up with, but it wasn't over. We took another drink, and then Riley turned into the girls' target.
Emmett was the best. He was at the bar trying to convince a twink that he was straight. However, the guy wasn't taking no for an answer. He still flirted until Rosalie went over. She was a fierce kitten. She and the twink got into an argument over Emmett and he had to throw her over his shoulder to get her out of there before she ripped the guy apart.
It was right then that Jasper walked in. My head was spinning, but I swore he walked in that Navy outfit Alice had gotten him to wear. It fit him like a glove and my heart leaped as I watched him scan the crowd for us. Jasper had the hat pulled down in his face and I chuckled thinking he was taking this costume thing very seriously.
Peter was watching me and followed my eyes as I pointed Jasper out to him. He smiled and waved before he went to dance with Riley as I made my way over to Jasper.
When I got close enough, Jasper smirked and grabbed my hand, dragging me to a darkened part of the club. I didn't care; I was so fucking glad he was here. Apparently, he wanted a little time with me before we joined our friends, and I wasn't about to complain.
I couldn't stop touching him; neither could he stop touching me. However, the funny thing was, I felt like...off. Like something was wrong. That was strange because whenever Jasper was close, I felt at ease, happy, not cold and distant.
Nonetheless, I shook the thought off, because this was my boyfriend, and maybe it was just the alcohol talking.
"I missed you so much," I said, but he only smiled. Or I thought he did. "I thought you'd stay longer. I know you like to be thorough, and you wouldn't just run out on a patient."
Still, he said nothing, which was strange, but I was too happy to care. His hands were doing delicious things to me. They were everywhere. It was like he couldn't stop touching me.
"God, love, talk to me," I slurred. I wanted him to say something; anything. "Is this one of your games?" I staggered back a little, but he caught me, his hands moving down to my ass, grasping it as he pulled me into his growing erection.
Fuck! Jasper was horny. "Really, here? We can't do it here." I didn't know if I was making any sense to him, but I knew what I was trying to say. We couldn't have sex here in the club. Maybe we could go out to his car, or mine, or even an alley.
God! The more he touched me, the more that uneasy feeling mingled with my lust. I just couldn't shake the feeling, that something wasn't right. I wanted to erase that feeling. This was Jasper, the love of my life. Why would I be uncomfortable around him?
I grinded myself against him, wanting him to know what I wanted, and he pulled me close, biting my ear and moaned.
Wait, it sounded off. I knew Jasper's voice. I knew his moans. That wasn't…this wasn't…wait…what?
I tried to pull away to rip the hat off his head, but he held strong. I tried to shake my head clear of my drunken haze, but it only made me dizzy.
"Jasper, what the fuck?"
He didn't answer. Jasper would've answered.
We struggled and I grabbed his throat, pushing him away but it wasn't good enough. It all happened so fast. He pulled my lips to his, pushing his tongue in my mouth and suddenly, I saw Jasper and Peter standing behind us.
"What the fuck!" I shouted as I pushed him, slapping the hat off his head to see Garrett smirking at me. The bastard! However, my heart felt like it was going to stop as I stared into Jasper's eyes. He stood there, stock-still, bristling as he looked between Garrett and me, his face murderous.
I moved toward him and he took a step back. "Jasper, love…this…is…that fuck…" I tried to find the right words in my drunken state before finally getting out what I wanted to say. "Jasper, this is not what it looks like."
Jasper looks between Garrett and I, but he doesn't answer. I look back at Garrett, pissed off and ready to kick his ass in my inebriated state. Looking between him and Jasper as Alice walks up, blurting out, "What the fuck? You!" I realize who the mix up was at the Laundromat yesterday.
"Why the fuck would you do that?" I ask him.
Garrett stares at me with a smug expression that's just making me see red. "You...what the hell were you thinking?" I get in his face as the rest of our friends make it over to us and some other party goers start to take in the scene.
"What was I thinking? hmm..." he retorts, smiling. "I saw a guy all by his lonesome and thought I'd have a little fun. You know for someone so in love, it's surprising that you could be over here, ready to fuck another man." He moves around me, his back to Jasper and our friends, giving me a full view of their faces.
Emmett is holding Rosalie back. Bella is talking down Alice. Riley has a hand on Peter's chest, forcibly keeping him back. However, it's Jasper who worries me. He's not moving and his face is unreadable. He's quiet. He's too quiet.
This angers me even more, and I turn my attention back to the dick who is about to get his ass kicked. "I wasn't ready to fuck you." I sneer. "I thought it was…"
"Jasper," Garrett says, rolling his eyes. "I know, but…" he steps even closer to me, and I take a step back, wanting some distance, so I can punch him in the face. "That wasn't what your body was saying."
"You're fucking delusional, like my mother!" I'm so angry. I want to rip him apart. "She sent you, didn't she?"
"Don't blame someone else, because you're not getting enough from him, and you need to seek out a new ass to fuck." Garrett counters.
That's it. I'm about to make my move, when Jasper moves past me so fast, it's almost inhuman. His fist connects with Garrett's jaw, and sends him flying to the ground. Jasper jumps on him, his fist moving at the speed of light as he slams it down on Garrett's face. Garrett hits him back, but it's not enough to deter Jasper.
I jump on Jasper's back, not wanting him to get into any more trouble, but even though Emmett and Peter join me, it's hard to get him off of a bloodied Garrett.
"Don't you ever fucking touch him again or I'll fucking kill you!" Jasper screams at him. His hand is around Garrett's throat and the more the three of us pull, the worse it gets. It's like Jasper wants to choke the life out of him.
"Baby, please, let go." I try to plead with him, whispering in his ear. "Love, please, let go."
He glares at me. "Get the fuck off me!" The thundering of his voice is enough to make me jump back. I cower in the corner while Emmett and Peter continue to struggle with Jasper to get him off Garrett. His face is furious and his eyes are on fire.
Rosalie moves over to me, breaking my gaze from him when she offers her hand. "Come on." I take it and she helps me up. "He's pissed. Don't believe him, just let him calm down. Don't make him push you away."
Rosalie is right, so I move back over to him as Emmett and Peter, now along with Riley get Jasper off of Garrett.
He's feral. He's like a fucking animal, growling and yelling out explicit things at Garrett, while telling him that he's going to kill him. I know this is bad, especially since Garrett is smiling after he gets up and staggers, spitting blood.
Garrett is a powerful man. He can end Jasper's career, but not if I have anything to say about it.
"You bastard," Garrett says. "You're through. When I'm done with you, you won't ever work anywhere again! I will be pressing charges, you piece of shit!" Garrett's words don't have the effect they should on Jasper as he continues to rant while trying to free himself from our friends' grasp.
"You press charges, and I'll sue you for sexual harassment," I counter.
Garrett's eyes snap to mine. Fuck everyone's eyes snap to mine. Garrett's widens and Jasper stops struggling as Garrett asks, "Sexual harassment?"
"Yes, I didn't know it was you, and not to mention, you've been stalking us." Garrett looks rattled so I go on, "You do anything to hurt him, and you'll deal with me. Now when I'm through with you, you'll have nothing."
Jasper yanks himself away from everyone in that moment and storms out. Without another word, I follow the most important to out the door. I run after Jasper, screaming his name, but he doesn't acknowledge me. He's running. He's taking this mistake and putting on his shoulders and fucking running.
I'm not having it.
He stomps over to his car, and I don't know how he got across the busy street so fast.
I make it across the street in time as he jumps in his car and starts the engine. I jump in beside him. Before I can say anything, he turns to me and says, "Edward, I love you, but not now. Please. I don't want to be…fuck! I don't want to say something I'll regret."
"I'm not moving." I'm not. Anywhere he goes tonight, I'm going. This is my fault. I should've listened to my instincts when they were screaming that something was wrong. I'm the one who fucked up...not Jasper.
His fist slams down against the steering wheel. "Get out!"
"No!" I scream back.
Jasper looks at me, his eyes furious as he nods his head frantically. "Fine!" He puts the car in gear and we speed out of there.
I quickly put on my seat-belt as he overtakes everything, and speeds pass everyone.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, but Jasper stays silent so I continue, "I honestly didn't know it wasn't you. He was wearing the same costume…" He stops the car suddenly, and I realize that we were at my place. I forgot I didn't live far from the club. He sits back, staring at me. "I should have known something was wrong. I felt like something was wrong, but I stupidly didn't follow my instincts. I thought it was bullshit. I missed you so much, and when you…Garrett walked in and pulled me away…I was so happy, because I thought it was you. I was drunk…I…baby…I…" I don't know what else to say or how to explain myself any further. I shouldn't have let Garrett kiss me. I should have backed off.
Jasper looks at me, his face still angry, but his eyes have softened. "Come on."
I follow him out of the car and into my building. I walk behind him, afraid to touch him. We ride the elevator up to our home while I pray he still considers it that. We've been making so much progress and then this shit happens. I want to marry him. I want him in my life forever. While others, like my mom and Garrett, and from what I'd heard on the phone, Demetri, doesn't want to accept that. I hope he stills wants to be with me.
We get off the elevator in silence and walk to my door. My phone is buzzing in my pocket, but I don't dare answer it. It has to be one of my friends, and if it isn't, I don't care. Jasper has my full attention. He unlocks my door and holds it open for me. He slams it shut behind us after I enter and locks it.
"Go sit down." It's barely a whisper, but his voice is still laced with anger. I do as he says and he moves to the kitchen.
I sit there, watching him make his way back to me with a bottle of water in his hand, and I'm hit with a sudden feeling of déjà vu. This is how it started.
"How what started?" he asks as he hands me the open bottle. I didn't realize that I've said that out loud before gulping down enough of the water to revive myself.
"I didn't realize I said it out loud."
"You didn't answer the question," he says sitting in front of me on the coffee table. He's so angry.
I cautiously draw closer to him, and he doesn't move away. I take another step, and lace my fingers into his. He doesn't let go. Instead, he squeezes my hand. I smile internally while sighing in relief. "When you'd just moved back and I lost that little girl, I got drunk and you took me home."
"The start of this," he says, motioning between us and chuckles darkly.
"I'm sorry," I blurt out, covering our joined hands with my free one. I know I sound like a whiny teenage girl, but fuck if I cared. I'm not going to lose him. Jasper will close himself off from me. He'll bury this deep inside and I refuse to watch that happen because I know and am related to assholes. I know exactly whose fault this is, and I'm going to destroy her for this.
"I'm not going anywhere, Edward," he says with finality in his tone as his eyes pierce into mine. "No one can make me walk away from you."
My eyes filled with tears and I ducked my head to hide it. "I'm sorry," I croak out again. I can't seem to stop saying it.
"Don't be, darlin'," he drawls as he comes to sit beside me, pulling me into his arms. I can't help but admire how great he looked in his costume. He really looks like a Navy Officer, except for the bloodied knuckles and ruffled hair that was probably neatly combed before. "I should be the one saying sorry. I was so angry, and…I'm…I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I just saw him force his lips on yours, and I lost it. When you got in the car, I was still so mad, I wanted to punch something and I didn't want to be that angry around you. I didn't want you to see it."
"I'm not afraid, Jasper. It's a part of you. I love you. All of you." I move to kiss his cheek, but he turns and our lips meet. This is the kiss I wanted. I sigh against his mouth as I open mine to his, letting our tongues dance. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close as a familiar warmth spreads through me. This is what was missing earlier in the club. This is why it felt so wrong when Garrett touched me. He isn't Jasper.
The smell of blood hit me, and I begrudgingly pull away from Jasper's eager lips. The rumble of his chest in protest from me pulling away makes me smile as I move to examine his bruised knuckles.
I get up, staggering a little from the sudden movement. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.
"Yes, I just got up too fast." I pull him up with me and take him to the bedroom, sitting him down on the bed. Moving to the bathroom, I grab the first aid kit and head back to him.
If Garrett's fucking jaw ruins Jasper's hands or halts his career as a surgeon in any way, I'll destroy the fucker.
"Edward, you don't have to…" He starts to say, but I silence him with a deep kiss. He moans in my mouth and it goes straight to my cock. He tries to pull me down on top of him and I oblige. Our lips smack, lick and nibbled while his hands are everywhere. I groan, lacing my fingers through his hair. Our hips circle, grinding our hardened lengths against each other. I want to feel all of him on me, inside of me, but I need to…God, I don't remember what I need to do as he tears his lips from mine, moving them to my neck, sucking and biting while he gropes my ass.
Suddenly, it comes back to me. "Wait…wait…wait," I manage to get out. "Your hand."
He groans and we move back to a sitting position so I can take care of his knuckles. He sits there, his anger dissipating while he kisses me occasionally as I treat his hand. We're silent. No words pass between us, only a few kisses until Jasper finally says, "He will hurt my career, won't he?"
"I won't let him," I say, defensively. "I won't let him get the chance."
"I should lawyer up." He sighs.
"We'll do it in the morning," I tell him as I let go of his hand. I grab the alcohol and gauze I used to clean his knuckles and disposed of the gauze in the trash.
I walk out of the bathroom and into his arms. His shirt is open and he starts to unbutton mine. Suddenly, it all seems to be going to slow and start to rip each other's clothing off. We fall on the bed, our kisses, hard and wanton. His hands are rough on my skin as he bites and licks every bit of exposed flesh. His breath is harsh against my ear. His bites are strong and his movements, fierce.
He pushes me down on the bed, and falls to his knees between my open legs. He grips my cock firmly, taking it into his mouth. I arch at the feeling, groan loudly as he sucks the head hungrily and then work his way down the base before swallowing around me. He leaves me no time to breathe, and the sight of his head bobbing up and down on my cock is pushing closer to the edge. He rolls, and tugs on my balls, and it's enough to send me flying.
"Ahhh...uuhh...fuck!" He again leaves me no time to breathe as he swallows all I have to give him and let's go. He jumps up from the floor and moves over to the drawer. He grabs the lube and wipes. His haste is hungry and so fucking exhilarating to know that he feels this for me. He throws them down beside me and straddles me. He pulls me up to meet his lips and as we kiss, we whisper our love for each other.
I continue and nip at his skin as he pulls me up to my knees. He prepares, stopping every once in a while to massage my tongue with his own.
When we're ready, he lays me down and places himself at my entrance, pushing into me while I welcome the sweet burn as he fills me.
What had started in frenzied pace ends up in slow and sweet lovemaking. There is no haste. Just the sounds of our bodies moving against each other and our deep moans while we claw at each other from the intensity of this union. My cock is hard and standing at attention between us. The feel of his hard abs brushing up against is killing me, but I can't make myself form a sentence for the love of me. I want him to touch me. I want him to wrap his hand around me, and stroke it.
I grip his shoulders, spreading my legs farther apart, taking him deeper inside me. "Jasper...I...tou...uuhh...touch me."
He kisses me, biting my bottom lip before he responds, "I love you, baby." He reaches between us as the familiar tingle starts to build.
"Ooh...I love you so much." I arch into his touch as he wraps his hand around my dick, stroking it.
He pulls me into a hard kiss as the feel of his touch as he pumps my cock floods my brain, filling me with undeniable pleasure. "Don't…ungh…stop…don't stop."
"I won't…God…" I fight to keep my eyes on him long enough to see him close his eyes and arch his back, his cock sliding even deeper inside me with the move. He meets my eyes and breathes out, "I won't stop…love you…want you to come."
Those are the magic words my body needs to hear, because a few more thrusts into me, and I shout my release. My tight muscles clenches around him, triggering his orgasm. He doesn't stop moving as my ass milks him of his orgasm.
He collapses on top of me, whispering, "I love you." while I wrap my legs around him, holding him to me. Our kisses are soft, sweet, and I wipe away the tears in his eyes. "I love you too."
We don't move out of each other's embrace. Tomorrow will be a hard and challenging day for us. However, tonight, right now, I'm in heaven.
Next: The aftermath. Lines are drawn in the sand.
