A/N
I don't own these boys they own me and let me play dirty with them and I love it.
First I want to thank everyone who has voted in the Slash awards as you might or might not know my wee story has been nominated in 2 count them 2 categories: Best New Author with 3 or less stories. And best Comedy. Who would have thought. Not me.
Jasper is oh so pleased with himself, and Edward cant wait till its all over with as his man and his ego are a little hard to live with right now. But as Jasper says Edward will just have to get over himself, as greatness will prevail as he snickers. with a backhand slap to the back off the head from his boy.
I want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you are all amazing and make me smile and jump for joy.
As as for my amazing Beta Deβra Anne, what can I say the woman is a God send and all kinds of awesome.
This chapter is dedicated to one of my reviewers Elyze26 :Her reviews and concern for this story is very endearing and they are now known between us as her boys and I'm only taking care off them for her so I hope I do her proud and she doesn't kill me once she's read this chapter.
so lets find out what the Hale-Cullen household has been up too lately:
Fuck me! What the hell time is it? I'm too fucking tired to look. 'Jasper, turn your head.' "I can't." I whimper. 'Fuck! Jasper, just turn your God damn fucking head and look, dude!' "I can't." I whimper again; "I'm just too fucking tired."
I know it's the middle of the night. Gotta be after four, at least, but I'm just way too fucking comfy and cozy to turn my lazy ass head and look at the clock.
I hate when Edward works nights. It leaves the bed with an empty feel and me just tossing and turning all night. Fuck! I hate this shit, rolling over on my side, pulling the covers up over my shoulders. Lazily struggling to open one eye, I see the red digits on the nightstand. Well! I was nearly right; it's only three.
Desperately seeking some relief from my insomnia, I try to shut my fucking mind down. It doesn't come easy, but I find myself slipping into a restful slumber. My last waking thoughts being of shades of forest green and copper red. Sighing deeply, my eyes flutter closed.
Feeling the bed dip, I sigh with relief! My boy's home. Thank fuck for little mercies. He's as quiet as a mouse, and trying his very best not to cause to much of a fuss. As he slips under the covers with a low grunt and a slight groan, his head finally hits the pillow, twisting from side to side a little, trying to find his niche.
I moan contentedly, wrapping my arm over his waist, pulling him to me, snuggling into the back of his neck, kissing softly that beautiful little mole he has right behind his right ear at his hair line as my other hand travels up under his pillow, entwining my fingers with his cold ones.
He lets out a low but strong sigh. I whisper into his hair, "Glad you're home safe, baby! Did you have a hard night?" I wait patiently for his answer.
It's been over a month since I last set eyes on Alec Volturi, kicking his sorry ass out of my pub. But not a moment's gone by that I haven't thought of a way to kick his sorry ass again - or in my darkest hours, even kill the bastard.
With Edward's help, I even went as far as to write my little plan down in detail, it's in a private journal, well hidden at the back of our closet. I knew I had to get the dark thoughts out of my head before I acted on them - all the time, Edward advising me, explaining his fears and concerns if I didn't.
He knew I wanted to hurt Alec, but killing him would be a little extreme, even for me. A hot head I might be, but a killer, not likely. So I did the next best thing... Yeah, you know me, forever the drama queen. But the fucker rubs me the wrong fucking way.
But poor Edward is still working with the asshole each and every day, which has made it a little stressful for my boy, and I find myself worrying about him daily. My fear of Alec wanting some retaliation for my actions and hurting Edward consumes my every thought.
Edward has spent most of his working hours trying to stay a fair distance from Volturi, but on the occasion when they must work together and have to be in very close proximity, Edward says that Alec has tried his damnedest to make some kind of advance towards him, with Edward trying his best to brush him off. He tries to assure me that it's nothing he can't handle right now, knowing what he now knows about Volturi.
The pleasantries have gone out the window, and Edward has discovered newfound strength and freedom in the ability to be rude, and my boy's getting the hang of it really fast. Never heard my boy say the word fuck so much in all our lives, and ya know what? I think I kinda like it! When he lets it slip, I find myself chuckling, getting a little turned on by my dirty-mouthed boy.
We try our best not to discuss him or mention his name while alone; and in our intimate moments, he is put on the back burner. But still I worry.
Shimmying back to spoon his body with mine, he replies to my question with a soft, tired, "Mm mm... mm mm," nodding his head gently with my face buried in his hair. His body quickly melts to mine. We're like two magnets that are drawn to each other - there's always been and always will be this pull between us that we can't deny.
He pushes his ass back a little into my groin, shaking his hips softly, but slowly trying to get himself comfy, releasing a whimper from me and a chuckle from him. 'Fucker!'
As I pull him tighter to me, his toes find mine as he swings his ankle over to get comfortable. Jumping with a yelp, my head hitting the pillow again with a thud, I raise my voice a little higher than a whisper, trying to sound annoyed, but having a hard time keeping the smirk out of my tone.
"What the fuck, Edward! Your feet are freezing, baby." I gently rub his toes between mine as he sighs.
"I know, baby, I know. It's cold outside! But isn't that what you're for, to keep my feet warm? Sweetheart." He cuddles deeper into me.
Spooning him a little tighter, kissing the top of his head, taking the time to breathe in his manly scent, I chuckle while sucking his ear lobe between my teeth as a low deep whimper leaves his lips, escaping into the night air, echoing back and spilling over us.
His hand reaches behind him, placing it on the back of my head, twirling my curls with his fingers, pressing me a little harder onto his ear, causing me to bite down gently, creating the most delicious moan to leave Edward's chest,I reply with a deep set moan of my own, fanning my breath over his ear lobe and down his neck.
He continues to rock back into me softly as my fingers start to travel from his chest over his tight abs, across his belly, following his happy trail over the soft material of his boxers until it comes to rest on his semi hard cock, pressing gently scooping his balls into my fingers, creating a little friction for him to push forward. The growl that escapes him vibrates in his back, in return, making it rumble over my chest, causing me to moan into his ear deeply.
We are both tired to the point of total exhaustion. This is not sexual for us; this is loving, caring and needing to be connected. We push back and forth, rocking in and away from each other. We are surrendering to our peacefulness.
"Baby, remember we have an appointment in the morning with Alice!" a hint of excitement in his tone.
Shit. Nearly forgot - how could I forget? I'm such an ass. Fuck! I'm such a bad husband. We're going to hear the baby's heartbeat tomorrow, and Edward's been jumping out of his skin with anticipation all week.
Pulling him closer, giving his cold hand a gentle squeeze, I let my own "Mm-mm…" leave my lips. "I remember, baby! How could I ever forget?"
"Good-night, sweetness." I kiss his hair.
"Good-night, baby." He tugs on my curls with a sigh.
And once again I smell it: liquid gold, the aroma awakening every one of my senses. With the biggest grin crossing my face, I head for the kitchen. My boy's amazing. I swear, when God was creating this awesome creature, he had me in mind, knowing I would always want and need him in my life, and would be the one person who would appreciate his awesome coffee making skills.
I stretch with a groan, heading in the direction of the scent, and in search of my beautiful boy.
Reaching my destination, leaning against the counter, wanting to take a minute to study my boy, watching him at the stove, swaying his hips in his little burgundy boxer briefs as he sings to himself… Have I mentioned my boy can really carry a tune? You should hear him play the piano. The boy's a genius, I tell ya. The way his long, lean fingers glide over the keys is like watching poetry in motion.
So there he stands in all his well rested, fucked up, red headed glory, in his little burgundy briefs. Oh yeah! And socks. My boy's feet were really cold last night, really fucking cold. Eying his little tight glorious ass, I let out a low groan, and he turns in surprise, and shit almighty, I have to chuckle just a little.
Cause not only is he so beautiful he takes my breath away, with all his red headed glory, burgundy briefs, not to mention his little white tube socks, but the boy's got an oven mitt on one hand and a spatula in the other.
"Whatcha doing, sweetness?" I smirk at him as I shamelessly eye fuck him to death right in our kitchen, the same place my boy makes Christmas cookies every year. I'm going to hell, I tell ya, going to hell.
"Eggs, Jasper. Eggs and toast - we need a good stable breakfast this morning! Don't you think?" He cocks his eyebrow so adorably at me.
"I'm guessing we do, baby. Got a busy day today!" I walk over to wrap him in my arms, taking full command over his mouth, squeezing him to me, pulling tighter as a gust of air leaves his lungs and enters my mouth, dancing with my tongue, and his eyes close slowly as he moans softly.
As I try to deepen the kiss, cupping his well rounded ass cheeks in my hands, grounding my hardening cock into his little burgundy briefs, I get an oven mitt smack to the back of my head as I groan in disappointment, pulling back.
"Don't even try it, mister. We have a busy day ahead, and you need to get some breakfast in that belly. You know what you're like when you're hungry." He shakes his spatula at me, smirking. 'Fucker.'
Finishing breakfast, we clean up before heading for the shower. We have at least two hours before meeting up with Alice.
As I enter the bedroom, expecting to find Edward half way to the shower, I'm surprised when he's not. I hear him in the closet, hangers swishing from side to side. That's not good - we'll be here all day.
The boy's got a problem! He can't pick an outfit on his own if his life depended on it. He's too fucking fussy. He hangs his jeans on hangers, for crying out loud - now how fussy do you have to be to do that. He has a problem, I tell ya, a problem.
Thank God he spends half his life in scrubs and a white coat, or he'd never make it out of the house for work on time. But for him, everything has to be just right. Like the baby's gonna give a shit what he's wearing!
As I grab myself a clean T-shirt, briefs, socks, and jeans, throwing them on the chair, I head for the bathroom to start the shower, and still the fucking swishing of hangers. What the fuck?
I yell back into the room, "Edward, hon, let's go. Get a move on. The baby won't care what your wearing, hon. It can't see you!" I smirk to myself.
And then I'm stopped in my tracks, my hand on the door jamb. My heart stops and my breath hitches, and I'm silent. And I hear it again. A sob.
Spinning on my heels, I head for the closet, still hearing the sound of fucking hangers swishing from side to side.
Entering the closet, I watch in silence as he pushes hangers from side to side. He's still in his burgundy briefs and tube socks, but he's not looking at the clothes. His head hangs heavy between his shoulder blades and his back is tense, as little sobs leave his lungs every once and a while.
In two strides, I wrap myself around him. He leans back, relaxing his full body weight into my chest. As my arms wrap around his body, he sighs deeply. Burying my face in his hair, kissing him tenderly, I whisper, "Sweetness, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
All he can do is sob harder and shake his head from side to side.
Now I'm worried, so I squeeze him tighter to me. "Honey, why you crying? Aren't you happy?"
And he sighs deeper, it being cut off half way though when a heavier sob leaves his lungs. He nods his head, letting me know that he is happy.
"Then what's wrong, sweetness? We're going to hear the baby today! This is a good thing. This is a happy thing. Right?" I try my best not to sound worried or nervous.
He turns and looks at me, his forest greens all wet and shiny as his lashes stick together from the dampness, and my heart stops as his bottom lip starts to quiver slightly.
Then it dawns on me. Two gay men, standing in a closet, half naked: how ironic! This conversation needs to be moved to a different location.
Kissing his forehead, I wrap my arm around his shoulder and lead him into the bedroom, over to our bed. Seating him on the end, I reach for my bottled water on my nightstand, opening it and handing it to him so he can take a few sips as I slip between his knees, kneeling on the floor facing him.
As he looks down all wet eyed and panting, I wipe away his stray tears with my thumbs, trying my best to give him a small, warm, reassuring smile.
Taking another sip, he hands me back the bottle, I place it back on the nightstand as he straightens himself and breathes deeply, trying his best to compose himself, wiping his own face with the back of his hand.
"Better, sweetness?" I give him a small smile.
He nods his head, sniffing a little as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. "Sorry."
And I wait!
Our eyes flicker back and forth between each other. I smile as he bites his bottom lip.
"We're going to hear the baby today?" He looks at me a little nervously but eager.
"Yes we are, sweetness. Aren't you excited? Doesn't this make you happy?"
And once again he nods, unable to speak yet.
I cup his face in my hands and stare into his dark as night deep green eyes, wanting him to hear me, wanting him to understand and take note.
"Yes, my love, we're going to hear our baby today, and I understand that this makes it real - like really fucking real - and it's overwhelming and all consuming. And when I think of it, my heart stops, cause I find myself unable to breathe. But ya know what? I also feel empowered, excited and overjoyed cause of what this means. We're going to be parents, we're going to be a family. And I know that thought is scary, but it's also very exciting and fascinating, and I can't wait to be a daddy with you, cause I know deep in my heart that we will be the best."
He smiles, softly sniffing another tear back, as his face comes closer to me. Leaning in to catch his lips, I kiss him tenderly.
"Promise, Jasper?"
"I promise, sweetness"
"We're going to be daddies, huh! Jasper?" His arms wrap themselves around my neck, pulling me closer.
"Yes, babe, we are. And I am scared shit-less. But I couldn't be happier right now."
Pulling me up as he lays himself back, making me lay a top him on the bed, pushing him into the mattress with my full body weight, his hands find their way into my hair as he pulls on it gently, making me groan into his neck, biting him tenderly.
"I love you, Jasper Hale-Cullen." He kisses my temple.
"I love you more, Edward Hale-Cullen." I crush my lips to his, passionately wrapping his body tighter to mine, feeling his strong body press up against me from chest to knees.
As I press my boxer-clad cock against him, he wraps his legs around me, grinding up into my groin, a deep, hearty groan vibrating from his chest.
My hands find his hair. I'm pulling and pushing my fingers through it, while crushing my lips to his, dominating his mouth with my tongue, forcefully hitting the back of his throat.
I push down as he pushes up. He leaves my lips, licking and sucking on my jaw. My head rests against his forehead. He's panting. His chest is heaving as he chants out my name over and over.
I want him. I need him. Hell, he needs me. But we're on a time limit. We have stuff that needs to be taken care of, and I'm kicking myself in the ass for not finishing what I'd started in the kitchen earlier.
One of my hands leaves his hair, traveling down his side and cups his little burgundy boxer brief-clad ass cheek, pulling him up into me, making his hard as hell cock rub against my hard as hell cock, and he groans deep and powerfully into my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip, making me whimper.
"Jasper, fuck!" he screams at me. "Feels so fucking good, baby." He pulls me to him tighter. "Jasper, love, you're going to make me cum." A gravelly groan leaves his chest as he pushes his head back into the mattress.
And with that, I push harder, pulling him tighter, squeezing his butt cheeks a little harder, forcefully pushing my fingers between his cheeks, through his boxers, making him clinch his cheeks tight around my fingers, pushing his cock harder into mine. And I groan deep and moan loudly. "Fuck baby."
My stomach's tight, my thighs hurt, and my breathing's accelerated as my cock continues to grind into him unmercifully, wanting to make him cum, wanting to make him feel, wanting to make him know how much I love him.
"Edward, baby?" I whisper softy and breathlessly.
"Edward, hon, I need you to cum for me, I need you to release, baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of you"
And with that, he's gone, holding onto me tight, grinding himself up onto me as I grind down onto him. His head hits the bed as he pushes it back, trying to catch his breath. Feeling the dampness around our groins as I empty my own orgasm into my boxers. I bury my head in his neck before I raise my eyes to look down on him.
He's panting, chest heaving, eyes closed shut. He's trying to regain his composure. I look down at him lazily, giving him a devilish grin and small smirk.
As he opens his eyes, they're dancing and sparkling, and my God, he is oh so beautiful. He smiles shyly as I wipe his damp hair from his forehead. I smile down at him, starting to chuckle a little as he gives me a concerned look and a frown.
He looks at me questioningly. "What?" And I think what I'm going to say dawns on him, as he's now smirking to himself.
"Edward, know how long it's been since we've dry humped? What are we, sixteen?" And we both start a hearty laugh.
Seeing him smile now makes me smile in return. "Let's go, baby. We have a shower to take, and a baby to get to. So chop! chop!" I pull him to his feet, removing his sticky boxers along with my own, tossing them towards the hamper.
Now we're showered, shaved, and shined, Edward's skin scrubbed raw in the shower. My boy has a thing about being sticky. Told ya the boy has a problem. He's lucky I love him so fucking much.
And now we're ready to walk out the door. Edward grabs his car keys. No bike today - we want to at least look like grown-ups. Taking his hand and opening the front door, I turn and smile, "Let's go hear Peanut!" then pull him down the driveway.
He pulls me to a halt before we reach the car. Raising his eyebrows questioningly. "Peanut, Jasper?" He smirks to himself.
I look at him, then I smile shyly. "Yes, Edward. Peanut. That's my name for the baby until I'm told differently." I look down at my feet, waiting to be scolded.
He raises my chin with his fingertips, kissing me tenderly before whispering onto my lips. "Peanut, huh? I love it. Peanut it is!" And we both smile widely at each other like the dorks we are.
We make it to the doctors office in record time. Edward tends to think he's a God damn Indy race-car driver when he gets behind the wheel.
When we make it to the waiting room, we spot Alice sitting on one of the chairs, reading a fashion magazine. When she hears the door open, she glances up to smile in our direction. We walk over and greet her with hugs and hellos.
As Edward sits down beside her, he inquires, "How you feeling, sis? Is everything okay?" He places his arm on the back of her chair, giving her his full attention.
She smiles, kissing his cheek, and nods gently. "Yes, I feel wonderful. Never been better. Are you guys excited to hear the heartbeat?" She looks between the both of us.
Edward and I smile widely at each other, and in unison say, "Hell yeah!" making the nurse behind the reception desk laugh.
"Wow, Alice, you look big. Are you supposed to be this size so soon?" I ask.
"Jasper Hale-Cullen, you don't ever say that to a pregnant woman. Especially the one carrying your child!" Edward scolds, looking at me sternly.
I sit down beside her, not able to make eye contact, thinking I've hurt her feelings. I feel her tiny arms wrap around my neck and a soft kiss on my cheek. "I'm not sure, Jasper, each pregnancy is different, but this is the third baby to take up lodging in my belly, so I'm guessing it's normal."
We both smile at each other tenderly as signs of tears dampen our eyes. I kiss her forehead, sitting back and sighing deeply.
It doesn't take long for our names to be called, and we all three head back to the examining room. A few minutes later, the nurse enters.
The nurse helps Alice remove the clothes around her belly, pulling up shirts and tucking down pants, making it easier for her to get access to it. I slip my hand into Edwards as he turns his head to look and smile at me, giving my hand a little squeeze.
As the nurse squirts some lube onto Alice's belly, she hisses with a little yelp. The nurse looks apologetically at her.
"Sorry, sweetie, the gel's cold."
"Hell yeah it is!" I say, not paying much attention, just getting caught up in watching the procedure.
Then I realize I had said it out loud, as Alice and the nurse start to laugh. Edward just looks at me, shaking his head.
The nurse is still shaking her head as she turns on the machine, placing the little stick do-hicky-thingie on Alice's belly. I'm still embarrassed about my outburst, but it doesn't stop me from gripping Edward's hand even tighter, as he does mine in return.
And then the sound fills the room. It's like being in the bathtub with your fingers in your ears and your head under the water. All I can hear is a swish-swash swish-swash, and I look around confused. Edward and Alice are smiling at each other as he leans into me whispering in my ear, "That's the heartbeat, baby. That's how it sounds." He's smiling like a mad man, so I decide to believe him. God, he is the doctor, so I smile madly back at him.
And then something happens, and I'm even more confused. The nurse seems to look worried, and she has a frown on her face. She rubs the little stick do-hicky-thingie around Alice's belly like crazy, checking her watch, so I look over and Edward's looking down at his watch worriedly.
But still the swish-swash swish-swash fills the room, and I know its the heart beat, but why do the nurse and Edward look so concerned? I feel myself starting to lose it; I'm getting a little freaked.
The nurse smiles small at Alice, then at us, and excuses herself from the room, promising to return in a minute.
I look over at Edward and squeeze his hand. He glances over at me and smiles.
And just as I'm about to ask Edward or Alice what's going on, the little nurse returns. But this time she's not alone, she has a doctor with her. I find myself starting to sweat as I gulp nervously.
The doctor proceeds to do what the nurse was doing to start with, rubbing the stick over Alice's belly as he looks at his watch. Out of the corner of my eye I see Edward do the same, and frown... Fuck, what's going on?
The doctor turns off the machine and directs the little nurse to push over another machine sitting in the corner. As the nurse wipes down Alice's belly just to re-apply more lube, 'this time I don't say anything. I can't. My heart is in my throat.' Alice looks at Edward nervously, but he nods his head and smiles to let her know everything is going to be OK.
He turns his attention to me, smiling at me nervously but lovingly, kissing the tip of my nose. I sigh deeply, trying to relax.
The doctor is now questioning Alice about how she feels. How far along is she? And she answers each and every one of his questions, her voice a little shaky.
And then they turn on the new machine, and the stick runs across the top of Alice's belly once again, but there's no noise. This time and I lose it.
"What the hell! Where's the heartbeat?" I yell out.
Edward ask the doctor for a second as he pulls me to the corner of the room. He explains to me that the first machine was the Fetal Doppler, and could pick up the baby's heartbeat. This new machine is an ultrasound machine, and we're going to get to see pictures of the baby, and there is no sound.
I look straight in his eyes. He doesn't look worried or concerned like he would be if anything was wrong, so I take a deep breath and give him a wide smile. He returns mine, kissing me gently and tenderly on the lips. Pulling back, he whispers, "Now let's go SEE Peanut." And I grin.
Heading back towards the table, I reach down and kiss Alice on the forehead." Sorry, Alice, just nervous!"
She kisses my cheek and squeezes my hand. "I understand, Jasper.. A little nervous myself, babe!"
And we all now turn our attention back to the doctor as Edward tells him to proceed, and once again the stick do-hicky-thingie is getting rubbed over Alice's belly, and the picture pops up on the screen. Shit, that's cool. As I watch on in awe, even though I can't really make anything out, I'm still smiling a big shity grin between Alice and Edward.
And then I feel the pain. The fingers on my right hand are being crushed to the point of breaking, and I hear him gulp hard. I look over at Edward, watching his eyes grow the size of saucers, and sweat starts to appear on his brow.
I look at the screen, but still don't understand, so I turn my eyes back to him. He looks at me with a dazed look, but a huge, fucking crazy smile on his face. His mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out but air. Then he shuts it again with a snap, and looks back at the screen.
Then he turns to me again and his mouth opens once more. But this time he speaks, with a shaky, hoarse voice. "Fuck me, two Peanuts."
And it hits me. All the confusion, all the questions, all the concerns. They didn't believe what they were hearing, so they had to see it firsthand.
"Two Peanuts," I say, looking at Edward in shock and awe.
"Two Peanuts, babe." He leans over and pulls me flush with his body, kissing me with all the passion he can muster.
We hear a cough from the table, and turn to look down at Alice. "Peanuts, guys? Really?" With both of us raising our eyebrows and smirking, we all start a hearty laugh that now fills the room.
Our drive home was a hell of a lot more peaceful than the ride there. We didn't speak much, just held hands as we both stared out the window. Edward even kept to the speed limit, I guess not wanting to concentrate too much on what he was doing.
Reaching the house, we entered still in silence, both going our separate ways, Edward heading for the kitchen, me heading for the shower. I think we both needed this time to think and reflect and come to terms with what we had both just been told.
Once changed, I headed for the kitchen. As I enter, I watch Edward as he prepares lunch. Moving up alongside him, I nudge his elbow. Raising his eyes to me, he still looks a little dazed, and if I'm being honest, a little drunk - well tipsy anyway. But he still attempts a small smile. Kissing his forehead, I tell him to go get comfortable, and that I'll help by finishing up lunch.
We both have work this afternoon, and we won't be home till late into the wee hours, so I'd like us to have some quiet time, maybe eating a little lunch, talking a little, and hopefully have a little loving before we have to leave each other and start missing each other for twelve hours.
We eat lunch on the couch with our feet on the coffee table. I was trying my best to keep the atmosphere light and comfortable as I replayed the cold lube story, making Edward bend at the waist he laughed so hard.
We spent a while discussing and laughing about the little surprise the doctor threw at us this morning, and the fact that we now have two - count 'em, two - peanuts coming into our home. By the end of the conversation, we were both excited and overjoyed counting our blessings.
My boy looked tired, but I think he was more overwhelmed than anything else. Leading him to the bedroom, I sat him on the edge of the bed, telling him I'd be right back. I set my cell phone alarm, then return my attention back to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him. I remove his shoes and socks, rubbing the bottom of his feet with my thumbs, making him lean onto his arms with his head falling back, releasing a deep moan from his chest.
"Jasper, that feeeeeels so good, baby. Please don't stop". His eyes flutter closed as his tongue peeks out, swiping across his bottom lip.
"I won't baby. I want to make you feel good. I want you to relax for me. Can you do that for me, sweetness?" My breathing gets heavy and deep.
He nods his head slowly as he lowers himself to the mattress, grabbing the covers, twisting and turning them between his long lean fingers vigorously with every swipe of my thumbs, his breathing starting to pick up.
"Jasssssssper… Feeeeeels so goooood, baby." He bites down on his bottom lip, moaning softly.
Standing, I make him sit up, removing his shirt as I bend, pulling his hair at the back of his neck, enabling me to kiss down his neck and across his shoulders, biting gently on his collar-bone. Pushing him back down into his laying position, his eye's closing as my hands wander seductively over his tight abs.
"Let me take care of you, baby. Let me love you the best I can, sweetness." I start to unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper, slipping my hand in the space, palming his now hard cock from the outside of his boxers, releasing some pressure as a deep gravely moan leaves his chest, his fingers now pushing down on the denim, helping me remove the offensive material.
Removing his jeans and throwing them to the floor, I stand to remove my own. I crawl up the bed, putting my arm under his armpit, pulling him with me to lay his head on the pillows.
Reaching for him, I pull him to me, so we're face to face. As I put one arm under his head, the other wraps around his waist, pressing his boxer-clad hardened cock into my own, making the both of us groan into the room in unison. Kissing his lips, I suck his full, luscious bottom lip between my teeth.
Slipping my hand down into the back of his boxers, I squeeze his tight little cheek between my fingers, kneading his skin, as he releases a deep throaty moan into my mouth. Raising his hand, he pulls the back of my hair to him so he can crush his lips to me.
My lips move to his ear lobe, and I start licking and sucking frantically as my name drops from his lips and onto my neck.
"Jasper, baby I love you so much. Love, you feel so good, rubbing up against me, baby. God it's sooooo goooood. Soooooo goooood."
Squeezing his body tighter to me, pulling on his hair, I pant into his ear, "God, honey, you feel so good. I fucking love rubbing on you so bad it hurts sometimes."
"Oh Jasssssssper, you feel amazing, baby. I love you so much." Now his hands are down the back of my boxers, and once again we find ourselves dry humping, and our chests are heaving while our hearts are pounding so hard, as hot, humid pants leave our mouths.
We're kissing each other passionately, sucking on lips, biting on tongues, licking on cheeks. It's hot, it's heavy, and it's so fucking awesome right now. I find I can't breathe. My heart's beating so hard in my chest as my blood finds its way to every inch of my body, causing my toes to tingle.
I'm biting his shoulder, sucking on his neck, as I lick my way to find his ear lobe. Taking it between my teeth, his eyes roll back in his head and a gust of air leaves his lungs along with my name.
When I reach his ear, I start to whisper low and gravelly. It sounds strange, even to my ears. I could hardly recognize my own voice.
"I want to taste you. sweetness!" I lick up the shell of his ear as he releases a small moan.
"Let me taste you, baby, please? Let me lick that hard cock of yours." This time a deep groan accompanies both his fists in my hair, pulling hard.
"I want to watch you watch me as I take you deep, I want you hot and sweaty squirming under me baby. Can I please?"
"Oh my God, Jasssssper. Please yes!"
"Pull my hair, baby, make it rough. I want you to make me suck you hard. I want you deep in the back of my throat, sweetness. Can you do that for me baby, huh?"
And now he's hot, sweaty and squirming - just the way I like him - as I forcefully turn him flat on his back.
Sucking his lips one more time, I watch his eyes turn dark deep green and roll to the back of his head. As his neck stretches back, he swallows hard.
Entwining our fingers, bringing his hands down to his waist, I start my journey with my wet hot mouth down his chest and abs.
Dragging my thick heavy tongue over muscles that wrap tight around his chest, ribs and abs, I taste the salty sweat that I've grown to love so much.
My poor boy's pushing up into me, trying to find some kind of friction, begging for some sort of release. With each push, he moves up toward me. I pull myself back, giving him nothing to connect with, making him make the most adorable little pouty noises when he can't get his own way, making me smirk to myself.
Reaching his boxers, I inhale deeply, taking his strong musky man scent into my lungs. As I release his hands, my tongue travels from the base of his cock to the tip, causing a little friction through the material, making his hands go straight to my hair, making him pull hard, and in return, making me hum onto his tip, causing him to shudder from the vibrations.
I lean back, making him whimper and me smirk. As I look up into his dark, sparkling, forest greens, they flutter closed, but he forces them open, trying to stay in the moment.
Removing his boxers, I throw them to the floor, letting them join and become reacquainted with his now rumpled jeans and shirt.
Laying a flat hand on each of his thighs, I grin up at him as I push his legs apart, giving me entrance to his promised land. He grins back, pulling himself forward to place a soft tender kiss on my lips, then licking them before grabbing the front of my hair, pulling me down roughly onto his groin.
Chuckling to myself, I get to work once again, placing my thick heavy tongue at the base, traveling upwards to the tip, making him pant my name into our room, causing me to whimper in response.
Pulling roughly on my hair, he whispers heavily to me, "Please, Jasper, suck me. Please."
My tongue circles his tip, crisscrossing back and forth over his slit, making him hiss and pull my face to him tighter. I look up through my lashes, and my boy is doing as he's been told. He's watching me under his thick, long lashes with his heavily hooded forest greens.
I take him deep in my throat, tracing his shaft with the pad of my tongue, pressing my tongue into the rim at the head of his cock, making him buck up into my mouth and pull my hair tighter, causing me to crush into his groan.
He's thick, smooth, throbbing, and swollen. He's just downright delicious. And I find myself humming around him, savoring his taste. hollowing my cheeks and sucking harder, feeling his body tense and his fists grasp harder into my hair.
Popping myself off him as he whimpers, I look up into the hot, sweaty, heavy lidded face of my boy as he pants and heavily breathes down on me. Winking at him, I let him know with my stare and tone that what I'm about to propose is all right with me.
"Babe, take it. Take me. Do what you have to do. Get your release, I want you to cum, and I want it in the back of my throat."
His eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open, releasing the most glorious groan from his luscious lips as he grasps me by the side of my head, ears and all, pulling me down, pressing his cock into my lips until my mouth falls open and he's hitting the back of my throat. And fuck me, he gets to work pumping into me.
I'm holding his hips gently as he's thrusting and pulling, pushing and panting, grunting and groaning. I slip my hands under him, cupping his butt in my hands, helping my weakened boy thrust upwards, and as I hollow my cheeks, he screams my name into the air, releasing everything he has into my mouth, over my tongue, and deep into my throat. And as usual, I take it. I take it all, and will continue to take it until the day I die.
Pulling back the covers, I reach for him, scooping him over and into the bed, wrapping myself around his now overly exhausted, overly heated body. He cuddles into my form, kissing my neck and chest as I kiss his hair, and softly he whispers, "Thank you, Jasper, I love you."
"Love you too, sweetness. Now nap. I'll wake you when it's time to shower."
And we're out.
The alarm rang out way to soon - as usual - and we both groan in disappointment and disgust. As I get dressed, Edward heads for the shower.
Entering the kitchen in his scrubs, I handed him a cup of coffee and a snack as both of us stand with our backs to the counter in silence, just sipping on our coffee, contemplating our future.
I escort him to his car, as I have decided to walk. Throwing his messenger bag in the back, he turns to face me, smiling madly.
"Love you, Jasper. Don't have too much fun at work tonight." He raises his eyebrows at me. I'll see you later, baby. Keep my side of the bed warm for me, will ya?"
Taking him in my arms kissing him passionately, humming contentedly onto his lips, I lean back to look into his deep forest greens.
"Love you too, sweetness. And you know I will. Don't I always? Isn't that what I'm here for?" Smirking at him, I kiss his forehead.
As I watch him drive off, I start my short walk to the pub, and watch him fade into the distance, waving madly back at me.
Work was crazy. For some reason, everyone, including myself, needed a few drinks tonight. Thank God for Emmett, cause the guys tried a few times to get out of hand, and I really needed his help keeping everything under control.
I leave the pub about two in the morning, Ben sending me on my way, promising to take care of things and lock up. I take off, happy to have the short walk home with time to think and the wind in my hair to clear my head.
Today was exhausting and draining, to say the least. Being faced with the fact that we now have two children coming into our lives was very overwhelming and exciting. I felt empowered, but I had seen it in my boy's eyes: he was worried he didn't know how I would take it, or if i could accept it, and hoped that I could handle it. If nothing else, I was going to prove to him that we could do this and make it through.
After my shower, I climbed under the covers, tossing and turning a little to get comfortable, sighing contentedly to myself, hitting the pillow with a heavy head. Turning one more time, I take a deep breath, feeling my eyes drop heavily, knowing sleep wouldn't be far behind. I know my boy will be home soon, and I'll be able to wrap myself in his warmth. I drift off to sleep with the dreamy thoughts of two messy red heads with forest green eyes, and with a smile on my face, I was out.
I woke with a groan, turning over to wrap myself around my boy and snuggle into his neck, kissing that little mole I love so much right behind his ear. But as I turned, I realized his side of the bed was empty and cold. I palmed it frantically, pulling the covers back and looking at the clock. It's eight A.M! I stare, confused. 'What the fuck!'
Reaching for my phone, I text him, asking him if everything's OK. And hoping that it is.
He's worked over before, you never know what's going to happen when you work at a hospital, or what to expect. But at times like this he usually sends me a text, letting me know he's working over and what time he thought he would be home. But as I look at my phone, it's blank.
I'm feeling it in my stomach, and it's ripping at my chest. 'Something's wrong. Something's happened.' And so help me God, I'm going to get to the bottom of it, even if it kills me.
Rushing to get dressed, I send him one more text, but still no answer. 'Fuck!'
Reaching the hospital, I park my bike as I look around the parking lot. Shit! I let out a deep breath. His car is in the parking lot, thank fuck. I'm going to wring his gorgeous, skinny little neck when I get my hands on him. Smiling widely, I head for the front doors.
Entering the hospital, I head for the reception desk, wanting them to page him to the front so I can kick his sorry ass in front of everyone. But all of a sudden, the smile leaves my face as the nurse behind the desk looks at me with total confusion on her pretty face.
Swallowing deeply and trying to remain calm. I smile slightly at her, and with a hoarse voice, I say, " Hi, Jane, could you page Edward for me please?"
Looking even more confused, she smiles softly at me and says the words I knew were going to come out of her mouth, but was hoping to God and all that is holy that they wouldn't: "Jasper, Edward's not here, sweetie. He left at four when he shift ended." She eye's me curiously.
And at that moment, my head started spinning and all the air left my lungs and the room at the same time...
FUCK ME. FUCK MY LIFE.
Thanks for reading guys and you know what to do cause I just love reading them so please review.
I know I promised that the next chapter will be Edwards but Jasper wont shut the hell up so Edward will be up after that.
Also don't know if this is a good thing or not but I started a new story today so keep a look out for that around the end of the month.