Please come home for Christmas
(Please come home)
If not for Christmas by New Year's night

Bon Jovi – Please Come Home For Christmas

To make the waiting worse than it already was, the plane had to circle over the airport many times until it had permission to land. At some point, I was sure we were turning back to New York, or maybe a nearby airport. But thankfully, an hour after the scheduled time, we landed safely.

The check-out and baggage claim were torturous, but finally, finally I made it into the waiting area of the airport. I was searching for my phone to call Jasper to make sure he hadn't ditched me after the long wait when my eyes landed on a small group.

A huge smile spread on my face when I saw Riley dressed in a short, white fur coat. He was holding a large cardboard sign reading: WELCOME HOME, PRETTY BOY!

I turned fifty shades of red as I made my way to them, dragging the suitcase after me, along with my violin case.

Getting closer, I saw Peter and Garrett behind Riley. They seemed deep in discussion but stopped when they noticed me. There was Alec too, with a grin to match my own. But no Jasper.

I tried not to let my heart sink too deeply.

"You're here!" Alec was the first to break from the group. He crashed into me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. "Edward!"

"H-hi!" I choked out, patting his back. "Easy there. Sheesh. What are Jane and Sophie feeding you?"

He pulled away, smiling sheepishly. "I went to the gym with Liam."

"Good for you!" I kissed his cheek. I was so happy he'd finally found someone. Who would have thought a persistent kid like Liam was the answer to Alec's loveless life?

I was snatched into another bone-crashing hug, this time by Riley who'd ditched the sign. Then Peter patted my back, smiling at me warmly, and even Garrett shook my hand.

Before I could ask of Jasper's whereabouts, I was lifted from behind, flipped over then a cold mouth pressed against mine. I sagged into his arms, welcoming all things Jasper—his cologne, his cigarette smell, his cold hands and face, the snow in his hair.

"Pretty Boy," he murmured between kisses, his hands moving everyone.

I moaned, deepening the kiss. His tongue curled around mine, making me buck into him. I needed him. Now. I couldn't wait until home, but we were in the middle of the airport.

I almost had a vision of us in the men's room, but as if reading my mind, Jasper pulled away, smirking. "You're home."

That lone word made my stomach do a somersault. Home.

For a long time I wasn't sure if I still had a home, but Jasper was my home, as cheesy as that sounded.

His cold thumb rubbed my cheek, his eyes watching me concerned. "Cat got your tongue?"

I let out a nervous chuckle, realizing I hadn't said a word to him since he surprised me. And what would be appropriate to say?

Hi?

I missed you?

A pathetic, breathy, Jasper?

"Let's go home." I took his hand, smiling.

I could see his shoulders sagging. He snatched my suitcase off the ground, making a point to dramatically mock-stumble.

"It's not that heavy!" I protested. "Think I had to carry it!"

"I can show you a few tricks I learned at the gym." Alec appeared at my side, handing me my violin case.

Jasper shoved his shoulder playfully. The whole Jasper and Alec friendly was mind boggling.

"You're supposed to work out there with the equipment, not the tricks. Tsk, tsk. I don't know if I should be proud of you, or concerned."

Alec turned red. "I'm working my muscles," he mumbled.

I knew Jasper well enough to predict his answer.

"The wrong muscles, I'm sure."

I stepped on his foot, making him yelp and narrow his eyes at me. I returned the glare, but it wasn't as menacing as I wanted because I was fighting off a smile. "He's not you, sweet pea. Not everyone goes to gym for that kind of workout."

Jasper gaped at me, before bursting out laughing. Peter clapped his shoulder, laughing along.

"I couldn't have put it any better, kid."

"I'll have you both know that I haven't been at the gym in months, as for the other activities you're talking about…when did we last go to Rainbow?" He frowned at Peter.

"After you came back from Texas."

"Too long ago," Jasper said pointedly.

Wow.

That meant he hadn't tricked in months.

As we stepped into the crisp winter air, the snow storm attacked us. I hurried to fasten the zipper of my coat. Jasper rearranged my scarf, placing his lips to my ear. "My balls are blue, and it has nothing to do with the weather."

"I'll warm them up in a jiffy."

"Oh, learning new words?" He laughed, steering me to the car.

"Yup." I poked my tongue out at him.

At the BMW, Jasper stowed my bags in the trunk. I made plans with Alec to meet the next day.

"Hey, can't we head to Rainbow now?" I wondered, catching Jasper's eye.

"I'm sure you're tired."

"Not really. One drink?" I begged.

"You're here for a couple weeks. There's time for Rainbow."

"Yes, sweetie. Go home. Jazz has a present for you." Riley winked.

"Can't it wait?" I almost pouted. I really wanted to go to Rainbow. I missed the club.

Jasper put a hand on my shoulder after closing the trunk. "Tomorrow night. I promise we're going to Rainbow and staying for how long you want. Now, we're going home. I'm sure you're tired."

"Go, because you're mine tomorrow until it's time to head to the club." Alec gave me a stern look.

They all seemed to plot against me. It wasn't like I didn't want to get home with Jasper, but dancing with him sounded better.

We said goodbye to the gang as they piled in Peter's jeep. I told Peter to drive carefully and take Alec straight home. He rolled his eyes at me, saying something about kidnapping him.

Sliding in the soft leather seat of Jasper's BMW gave me a sense of familiarity, comfort.

He pulled out carefully, driving slowly. I stared at him for a good ten minutes, memorizing his features. A muscle in his cheek kept twitching, probably because of my insistent look, but I couldn't tear my eyes off him. I'd missed him so much.

"What, Edward?"

I jumped. "What?"

"Why are you staring?"

"Missed you," I admitted.

His soft blue eyes turned to me. "I missed you too, but you don't see me gawking at you."

"I'd be worried for my safety if you were. Keep your eyes on the road, okay?" I leaned closer, kissing his jaw, nuzzling his ear.

"Are you going to blow me?"

"Another time." I licked at the spot behind his ear. "I plan on torturing all the way home, so when we arrive you'll rip my clothes off and…" My breath hitched at the images filling my brain.

Jasper tearing my clothes off.

Jasper pushing me against the wall, kissing me furiously.

Jasper inserting two slick fingers into me.

Jasper taking me against the wall.

Jasper fucking me on the stairs.

Jasper making love with me on our bed.

His soft chuckles made me look at him. "Your face. Did you cream your jeans just imagining what I'm going to do to you?"

I shifted uncomfortably. My hard on was pressing against the zipper. "No."

"We'll be home soon. But trust me, you'd like to see you present first."

"A new sex toy?"

He choked on his spit. "I created a monster!" Jasper groaned, glancing toward the ceiling of the car. "Surprisingly, it doesn't have to do with sex. Gasp. I know."

I giggled. "Can't wait."

The closer we got to his house, the more agitated Jasper got.

"Hey, is that present so bad? You think I'll hate it?"

"Actually, I know you'll love it. The thing is…I haven't celebrated Christmas in…too long. So don't judge my arrangement too harshly. I'm sure I'm rusty, and I insisted no one helped me."

His words broke my heart. His fucking parents did that to him. It was because of them he forgot about the Christmas spirit, but apparently I brought it back to life.

Maybe they had to be out of the picture for good so he could finally live his life without worrying about being judged. I could relate.

"I'm sure you can't fuck up Christmas decorations."

Jasper snorted. "Wanna bet?"

"I can help you if you did something wrong. Which I doubt."

"Good. I rely on you, Pretty Boy. Alice says she trusts me, but I know I'll fuck up somehow." We were no longer talking about Christmas. "She thinks I'm a natural, just because I covered for her a few times when she was too sick to come to work. You know she specializes in children psychology. Until I talked to these kids, I had no idea what existential problems an eight year old can have, or even a five year old one. Not giving you details here, but divorces and bullies affect people of all ages."

"No shit?" It was all I could say.

"Yeah, and I have no idea how she can do this. Seriously. It's one thing to be cold hearted and detached when a teenager starts crying, but when a child breaks down in front of you…" He took a shuddering breath. "Shit. It just sucks, Pretty Boy."

"Did you find a replacement for her?"

"Yes, they're attending the session together so the children will get used to Pedro. I have no idea where she found him, but he's damn good. Because of course, Alice found him. After Pete and I lost a month of our lives searching for someone, she came one day with this Latino guy, introducing him as Pedro, her replacement. I wanted to strangle her."

"I thought you were used to Alice. You should have known how she gets. I know her." I laughed.

He pulled in the driveway, shutting off the engine and sighing heavily.

I looked around and saw a light garland around the edge of the roof and there was a blown-up Santa in the spot I knew it used to be grass, now covered by snow.

"Not bad," I commented.

"Wait until you see the inside."

"So is this the surprise?" I got out of the car, shivering as the cold air made me rush to the porch.

"No. And didn't you forget something? Your bags."

"You bring them." I hopped from one foot to another, rubbing my hands. "Hurry!"

"Here. Catch!" He threw the keys to me, before bending to gather my suitcase and violin case.

My hand shook so bad, it took me a few tries to unlock the door. I only had time to flip the hallway light on and disarm the alarm before something small attacked my feet. I yelped, jumping back and almost tumbling in Jasper's arms.

"Don't let him out!" He groaned, dropping the bags and picking the small brown dog who tried escaping. "Surprise?" He turned the puppy to me, grinning.

I stared at the small brown puppy then into Jasper's bright blue eyes. "You get me a puppy?"

He shrugged. "Don't you like him? I'm afraid he's already been named."

"Is it a terrible name?" I tried overcoming the shock of Jasper buying me a dog. Tentatively I reached a hand to rub between the puppy's eyes. He whined in pleasure.

He was a beautiful dog, mostly milk chocolate brown with white paws, muzzle and belly, and with huge black eyes. I was already in love with the small being. And that pink spot on his mouth? It was adorable.

"It's Terror. But he answers to Terry too. It's my fault," he explained, placing the dog in my arms before closing the door. "I had Peter pick him up from the vet where he had to stay a few hours for tests and vaccines. I was swamped in work. When I was finally done, I went to Pete's to take the dog and found him in a sort of war with Snow Princess—that's Peter's cat. He kept calling him terror, so unfortunately the name stuck."

"Aw. He looks so gentle." I squeezed the dog to my chest. "I can't imagine him chasing a cat."

"Well, it's in his nature, Pretty Boy. Aren't you going to take your coat off?"

"And let go of my present? Nope."

Jasper smiled widely. "I'm so happy you like him. I was afraid you'd think it was too much."

"I've always wanted a dog. Come here. Let me thank you properly."

He leaned closer and I pressed my lips to his. When he opened his mouth, someone interrupted us, making Jasper pull away, sputtering.

"I'm all for threesomes, but when the third party is human," he muttered. "Maybe Pete was right."

"No way!" I deposited Terror on the floor, unzipping my coat. Jasper untangled the scarf from around my neck, stealing a few kisses.

The puppy stretched, his front paws sliding on the tile making him fall. He didn't seem to mind as he rolled on his back, looking at us, wiggling his tail.

"Aww! How can someone call this cutie a terrorist? Look at him." I dropped next to the puppy who looked at me eagerly, wanting a belly rub. "Do you think if I call him cute-pie long enough he'll respond to that?" I caught Jasper's eye.

"Please, don't. At least find a decent name."

"Like what? Chocolate bar?" I laugh, scratching at the puppy's belly.

Jasper cringed. "Can't you give him a manly name? Like…George?"

"George?" I stopped scratching, staring at the puppy. "He doesn't look like a George. Do you, little one? Nope. You don't."

"Ah, would you look at that?" Jasper leaned against the stairwell, staring at the dog. "With all that rubbing, you gave Georgy a stiffy."

My eyes went down and I laughed. "Hey, don't make fun of him! He can't help it. He's young and easily excited."

"Like you. So if you're done playing with the dog, I'd like to play with you."

He helped me up, licking the column of my neck. "Mhmm. How about a shower?"

"What? Do I stink now?" I joked, trying to escape his tongue in my ear.

"As a matter of fact, you do stink. But I have the perfect remedy for that."

"What? I don't get to see the rest of your decorations?"

"It can wait until morning. You, get in your basket. If you try coming up the stairs again, I'm going to tie you to the banister."

"You mean he's not allowed in our bed?" I pouted, looking at the sad puppy.

"No! And he won't spend any time in our bed while you're here. If he gets used to that, I'm never getting rid of him! We need rules. Dogs sleep in their basket!" Jasper pointed to an open door under the stairs. "I cleaned the place for him. He has enough space and it will be big enough even when he grows up. And humans sleep upstairs in the bed," he emphasized it, taking my suitcase and walking up the stairs.

"Sorry, boy," I whispered to the dog, petting his head again. His big black sad eyes would haunt me.

I followed Jasper before I could change my mind and decide to sleep in the closet with the puppy.

"So what breed is he?" I asked, stepping into the shower after Jasper. We'd left out clothes in a pile in the middle of the bathroom.

"A Boxer. He's going to grow quite big."

"You need to send me pictures of him all the time! I'm sure in a few months I won't even recognize him!" I grabbed the soap, running it over Jasper's chest. "Do you think he'll forget me?"

"Pretty Boy, no one can forget you. Not even a dog."

I grinned, twisting his nipple, earning a growl from him.

"You mentioned something about warming my balls. Go to it."

Laughing, I kneeled in front of him. Ah, how I missed his dick. I had to take a moment to admire it in all its glory.

"This year, Edward."

"Shh." I grabbed his hips, kissing up and down his cock. "Fuck. I missed you, Jasper."

"That's Jasper Jr., and I think you missed him more than you missed me."

"I admit nothing." I threw him a grin, before taking him in my mouth.

His fingers tangled in my hair. It didn't take long for him to explode in my mouth, shouting my name. A small part of me was disappointed because I really wanted to feel him inside me.

Jasper took hours soaping me, giving me an amazing hand job while massaging my prostate at the same time, then we cleaned up and went to bed. Naked. Dripping wet.

We simply lay there in the darkness, happy to be reunited. We didn't need words. It was enough to feel his left elbow was brushing my right forearm.

At some point he rolled up a joint and after a few drags, he offered it to me, nudging my lips. I had to accept it.

We smoked in silence, enjoying the moment.

A few months ago, I wasn't sure there would still be a Jasper and me if I left. As I lay there next to him, I realized how silly I used to be. We were inseparable and indestructible.

When the blunt burnt out, he rolled on his side, draping an arm over my stomach, kissing my shoulder, sighing heavily before closing his eyes. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, snuggling closer.

Right before I fell asleep I heard him. "I love you."

I grinned into his hair. "Love you," I mumbled.

A big thank you to everyone still sticking around. I barely have time for anything these days. Luckily this has been written ahead. And today, I managed to finish writing the last chapter! We have three more chapters left. Of course, there will be the Alec pov too...whenever I get some time to seat down, look over the story again and remember the hot spots with him. :)