A/N
I don't own these boys, but if I give them my loose change, they let me play dirty with them.
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This is the second out take of this story. Back when the boys were 16.
After the purchasing of the condoms and lube.
As for my amazing Beta Deβra Anne, She's such a Geekster but I gotta love her.
so lets go find out what Jasper Hale and Edward Cullen have been up too:
What the fuck? What the fuck! Clean up on aisle six people! Clean up on aisle six!
Shit. I'm so God damn out of sorts, I'm climbing the walls. I can't stop pacing. It's Friday night, and I'm pacing my room like a caged animal.
On the bed, off the bed, on the bed, off the bed, on the bed, twiddle my thumbs, off the bed, pace some more.
Yep, people, Friday night... Yepper, you heard me right, it's THAT Friday night - soon to be known as the infamous 'Jasper and Edward Fuck Fest Friday night. Well, it depends on how lucky I get or how persuasive I can be.
It's been a week since our shower and a few days since our purchases, so I think we're as God damn ready as we're gonna be.
But if so, then why the heck am I in my room still? Fucking pacing? And wanting to puke! Clean up on aisle six! I tell ya.
It just might have something to do with the fact that I've been waiting for this for so long...Oh, get over it, people, I know. I know. You heard me right.
I said. LONG. And yeah-yeah-yeah, I know I'm ONLY sixteen - well, closer to seventeen - but who's fucking counting? Right?
But when you've known forever that you're gay, and never had a chance to express your fucking self like all your other fourteen-, fifteen- and sixteen-year-old peers, it feels like forever. OK? So you all need get the hell over it.
It's not that I feel the need to express myself like my peers, cause shit knows some really are messed up. But this is different. In a strange way, it's not all lust and sex - it's more wanting and needing - and it's making me feel weird and out of sorts with myself.
And maybe it's the fact that I want this so fucking bad I could spit... Just the thought is making me crazy. And making me climb the walls and pace my room like the crazy bastard I've become. The boy has that effect on me.
Hours spent driving all the way to Port Angeles, just to rent fucking porn, has finally paid off.
'Well, a boy's gotta know what a boy's gotta know...
What's that the Boy Scouts say? 'Be prepared.' Right? Well, I try.
Its not as if I could drop by the local Blockbuster. I could just see that happening. Mrs. Cope would have a heart attack If I came to the counter with a shit eating grin on my face before presenting her proudly with Boys Gone Wild...A Sucks and Fucks Vacation video.
I could see it now. All the respectable Forks townsfolk chasing my sorry ass up the middle of main street America with their God damn pitch forks.
Or maybe it's the fact that I've finally found the person I want to do this with. And the knowing that I'm actually in love with said person.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You heard me, people. LOVE. Don't be hating.
And I told him as much. I hadn't meant to. I mean who would intend to blurt it out in the condom and lube aisle of the fucking drug store. But God damn Emmett with his big ass mouth was scaring the shit out of my boy, and I was having no part of that. I had to do something, and do it real fast to calm his fucking nerves. So me being the hopeless romantic that I am, 'Bows at the waist hearing fake cheer's from the crowd! "Thank you. Thank you. I try.'
Well any-who, I came up with that brain-fart. Real smart, right? It was the first and only thing I could do on a moment's notice. God damn Emmett and his big fucking mouth. He's such a douche bag sometimes.
So I'm assuming that's what has me pacing: LOVE. Yep, God damn love.
Who would have ever thunk it? Not me..
Don't get me wrong. Loving Edward is the easiest thing to do. He makes it that way. To think that I, Jasper 'balls to the wall' Hale, am in love with Edward 'butter wouldn't melt in his mouth' Cullen. 'I'll give him something else to melt in his fucking mouth, and hopefully tonight if I have my way.' See people! 16.
It's very hard for me to fathom sometimes. It's surreal. I've always been a selfish bastard, so to think that I feel the need to protect, possess and pleasure Edward for the rest of our lives is very daunting and overwhelming to me.
Our lives will be a very long fucking time!
But I need this - want this - gotta have it - so when I say surreal. I mean it.
Even my skin's not my own, I feel like it doesn't belong to me anymore. It's all tight and tingly. Every nerve is on edge. My toes and fingers are numb. And I don't think my heart's beaten regularly for the past forty-eight hours.
To say I'm anxious would be an understatement right about now.
Edward, on the other hand, is way to fucking excited. He's bouncing off the God damn walls right now. Fucker has been all week. He's such a loser.
But tonight he's taking the cake; he has to have called my sorry ass at least a hundred times already, not to mention all the God damn texts.
Hope his God forsaken thumbs hurt and fall the hell off. It would serve him right, the little fucker that he is.
But I have to smirk as I think to myself, Eager much? Ya gotta love my boy.
I know my boy - he's as nervous as I am! He's as much as told me so, and when he looks at me with his awesome forest greens, they always seem to have this slight far away look in them. It scares me sometimes, but then I remember how much of a thinker my boy is, and I let it go.
He wants this as much as I do! Another thing he's made very clear - after he'd thought about it some more.
He trusts me. What can I say, as much as he loves me he trusts me. Cause I'm amazing people! Amazing!
But! Me being me - the ass that I can be sometimes, 'don't even say it - I said it first, an ass I am.' Well anyway, the ass in me means, I couldn't keep the God damn porn to myself. I had to share, and who better to share it with than my boy?
So now we both know what to expect, making us both gulp loudly and swallow hard. I really fucking think I saw a tear in Edwards eyes, cause as we all know, expecting, knowing and doing are all very different things, when its time to getting down to the nitty-gritty.
So yes, we're a little fucking nervous right now... And here I am... pacing.
It's time for me to leave. Shit! Grabbing my bag, I head downstairs. Mama's in the kitchen, so I made a quick detour to say my byes and give her a kiss, I run face first into a brick wall, Where the fuck did that come from? I know that wasn't there this morning. What the hell? But it wasn't a fucking brick wall, it was just the big douche Emmett, and of course as always his sorry ass was headed for the kitchen also. Don't think the kid even knows that there are other rooms in this God damn house, cause if you needed to speak to or find Emmett McCarty, the kitchen was the place to look.
He's pushing me off him - as I'd came to one abrupt halt and froze - I'm stuck to him like peanut butter to jelly, having to peeling myself free, I look up at him angrily, cause right now the big gorilla was standing in the way of me making a quick exit. I had things to do, people to see, and a boy to fuck. So he really needed to get his big fat ass out of my God damn face right now.
And as I look at him, he's smirking - eying and smirking at me. Asshole. So raising my eyebrow, I question, "What?"
"WHERE YOU GOING BRO?" Still he smirks.
Before I get to speak. Rose enters from the kitchen, answering his question. "Leave him be, Emmett. He's having a sleepover at Edwwwwward's house tonight" She smiles widely and knowingly...Bitch.
And that's all the fucker needed.
"JASPER, YOU'RE HAVING A SLEEPOVER AT YOUR LITTLE FRIEND'S HOUSE?" He then proceeds to do a stupid little happy dance. Well I think that's what it was.
His legs are wobbling as his arms waggle, and his huge body whirls, and now he's prancing like a fucking fairy up and down the hall. All Rose and I can do is stare in disbelief. She looks at me, I stare at her, and then we both glance over at him. "Emmett, give it a fucking rest. M.C Hammer you are not" And with that, we all start laughing.
Hearing all the commotion, Mama makes her way to the hall, wiping her hands on her apron. She smiles knowingly at me before trying her best to shoo Emmett into the kitchen. "You going to your sleepover, hon?"
"Mom, it's not a sleepover. I'm not four anymore. I'm spending the weekend. That's all!" I try my best to look innocent, giving her my best Jasper Hale smile, dimples and all, hoping it works, and when she sighs softly and deep, I am content in knowing my job here is done.
As Emmett yells from the kitchen, his mouth stuffed with something.
"Yeah, Mama H., a sleepover it is not!" Oh, please God; do I really have time to kick his ass right now? Pleasssse.
Fucker!' douche! Asshole!...
So as quick as possible I pull Mama tight to me, kissing her head, hoping to all that is holy that she didn't get smart-ass's innuendo as he's leaving the kitchen. Looking over my Mama's shoulder, I give him my best fuck you look. And he gulps hard then turns to retreat back from where he came. I think to myself as I smirk: Yes, fucker, be afraid. Be very afraid. He's lucky my mind's elsewhere, and I have no time to kick his ass, cause seriously, that's what would happen. He might be a gorilla, but he's a gorilla who dances like a fairy. So I'm sure I can take him. Fucker.
Heading to Edward's, I run every stop sign - well all six between his house and mine - and the one and only red light in town, thanking my lucking stars that I know Chief Swan's in the town diner eating his steak and cobbler. Predictable much? I have to take my hands off the bike handles a few times and wipe them on my jeans, trying my best to stop my anxiousness and calm my nerves.
Pulling up out front, I take a moment before heading in. My heart is pounding while my stomach cramps. I know it's stupid to be so nervous, and I know it's childish to feel so overwhelmed, but I cant help it. This is not just a fuck or a one-night stand. Yea Know! If I had wanted that, this would have been sealed and done a long time ago.
But weirdly enough, I've known we were different from the first time I set eyes on him. This is Edward Cullen, people. He's my boy, my love, and forgive me if I want it to be nothing but awesome.
Before I get to knock, the door swings open, and there in all his fucked up red headed glory is my boy. And as always, he takes my breath and calms my nerves, as he steals my heart. And in that very moment, all is right with the world, I can do nothing more than smile madly and wildly at him as he returns it tenfold.
Mr. and Mrs. Cullen are standing by the door, ready to exit, and I shoot them a quick glance, not wanting them to see my anticipation or nervousness. And the fact that the front of my jeans is just way too tight right now, hoping not to tip them off. Cause God knows, all I want them to do is get the hell out and stop the fussing.
Mrs. C. kisses us both, telling us to be good, as Mr. C. shakes both our hands and informs us that there's a few beers in the fridge, but not to go overboard, and that the pizza's on its way. He eyes us gingerly before saying sternly, "Edward, your mother and I don't want to be disturbed this weekend!" as he gives Mrs. C. a wink, raising his eyebrow. Yuck! Gross! And I swear I hear her giggle. Yuck! Grosser! Then he continues eying us, giving us a once over." I have no desire to hear from Chief Swan this weekend, informing me of whatever trouble you two got yourselves into. All right?" Edward and I glance at each other then back to him and nod frantically.
And with that, they're gone. The door clicks loudly behind them. Edward and I stand frozen in the entrance-way as we listen intently for the car engine to become a distant memory.
We're still standing, staring, when there's suddenly another knock at the door. And with a deep exhale of disappointment, Edward opens it, chuckling to himself when he spots the pizza delivery guy, grabbing the money from the table telling him to keep the change. He carries the pizza to the kitchen as I follow, placing it on the table as I grab two beers from the fridge, and we both sit down in silence - eating, drinking and staring at each other over the kitchen table.
We're finishing our second beer and the rest of the pizza before either of us speaks, and it doesn't surprise me when it's Edward that breaks our comfortable silence, "Jasper?" I look at him, and I mean really look at him.
His pale, soft skin - on which there's a slight blush right now - his greener than green eyes - in which I see us, our lives, our love, my world and somewhat of a little fear and concern - his redder than red fucked up, sticking all over the place hair wanting nothing more than to run my fingers through it, tugging on it just so I can hear him groan that deep down in his chest groan again. My gaze finally lands of his straight nose and square jaw. He's perfect in every fucking way, and as my cock twitches and hardens in my jeans, I sigh deeply! He reaches across the table, placing his hand on mine.
Taking me by the hand, he leads me upstairs, grabbing my bag on the way. Reaching his room, setting my bag down and closing the door with a gentle click, he turns slowly and smiles devilishly as I gulp hard.
But before I can speak, all hell breaks loose and my boy pounces, knocking me off my feet and onto his bed my back hitting it with a hard thud. As all the air leaves my lungs, my eyes open to find Edward straddling my hips, grinning like a fucking lunatic and all I can do is laugh. A horny, eager Edward is definitely my favorite Edward.
He kisses me vigorously, biting my bottom lip, making me release a moan, watching as he leans back and smiles. Fucker. Oh, he so thinks he's in charge here, but not if I can fucking helps it. And with all the force I can muster, I switch us. Who's smiling now. Fucker? Me! that's who!
He takes this opportunity to reach up and rid me of my t-shirt, tossing it to the floor. His hands wander over my shoulders and down my chest, stopping directly over my piercing as he thumbs them. My head falls back and my chest heaves, while a thick, deep, gravelly groan leaves my lips. Making me buck down unto him,as he release's his own. Fuck, I love his touch. Don't intend to live without it.
Leaning down, I attack his mouth like it's my favorite ice cream, but there's nothing sweet about it. It's all licks and sucks, bites and tongue. He's moaning soft and low, panting hard and heavy. His hands come up, fingering my hair as he pulls it roughly. I groan into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, vibrating back to dance on my tongue.
As I grind my denim-clad cock over his, he bucks up into my touch, seeking his own friction. Pulling back, I help him dispose of his own t-shirt, and with hungry eyes, I stare in awe at my boy lying back on this bed all flushed and sweaty, panting and wanton.
He smiles shyly, and I chuckle to myself, wondering what the hell he's got to be shy about right now? What's he gonna do when I have his ass completely naked, which will hopefully be in a few seconds if my sorry butt has anything to do with it?
Laying my weight back on him, we're now chest to chest, and I can feel the need and electricity flow between us. It's overwhelming and surreal, but right and honest at the same time, making it perfect.
Our breathing fills the room. Our groans, moans and grunts reach every corner, vibrating back in stereo.
I watch my boy as he squirms beneath me, and my heart swells with all the love and passion I have for him.
God, I love his wantonness. I yearn for his need. In this moment, he doesn't think, he feels. He wants. He lets loose and becomes free. He's amazing when he's coming undone, so keeping him undone is my intention.
Our breathing is heavy and labored. Our chests are heaving excitedly. Sweat builds slowly, and glistens, covering our entire chests, making us slip and slide. Hands are everywhere - touching, feeling, groping. I slip my hand down between us, struggling to release him. As he follows my lead, our fingers tangle with each others, being caught up in our haste and urgency. It's getting us nowhere, so I lean back on my heels, taking a moment to breathe, a moment to feel and a God damn minute to think.
He looks at me in all his fucked up flushed glory. He's all confused and bewildered, and all I can do is smile, all the while trying to catch my God damn breath. This shit is not for the weak of heart, I tell ya!
Placing my hands on either side of his head, I lean in as my hot breath fans his face. His eyes flutter closed and his lips part. Fuck! He's as sexy as all get out. Not able to resist my boy, I press my mouth to his, stealing his panting breaths into my own lungs. And when his eyes are finally able to open, he sighs deeply, as his head reaches back further, offering me his long, lean, smooth neck. And who the fuck am I to say no. I lick, suck and bite my way from below his ear, the home of my favorite little mole, down and over every sexy pulse point, reaching his collarbone and shoulder, tasting salty sweat and the sweetness that is Edward.
Leaning back once more, I eye him timidly before I speak. My voice is low and heavy. My own nerves and breathing won't let it be any other way. So as I stare into his dark, deep, glassy eyes, I sigh deeply before continuing.
"Baby, we need to remove the rest of our clothes. And I don't know how you feel, but I'm not really in the mood to fight your jeans to release what belongs to me."
In a flash, he's off the bed, and like lightning his jeans are around his ankles. And now he's standing there all sweaty and sparkling, his hands on his hips with the most amazing smile on his face. As I said before, eager much?
I stare hungrily as I lick my lips, breathing deeply, begging my eyes to stay open, so I may enjoy the view, as they fight me, wanting to flutter closed, wanting nothing more than to download this to memory.
Struggling, I stand, unbuttoning my own jeans and pushing them down and off. And now - Finally! - we both stand naked, making me flash back to our shower, causing me to take a shallow breath and gulp hard. My head is spinning, so I close my eyes as my heart thumps hard and heavy in my chest. And then his fingers are on my face and my eyes flutter open, looking over at his amazing sexy-ass eyes and smile.
He releases his own soft sigh before he speaks. "Baby, can we do this? I need this. I need you!"
And with that, I push him back to the bed. And it's so much God damn easier now that we don't have fucking clothes in the way. I'm beside him, and he rolls to face me. Pushing his hands into my hair, he pulls me towards him, attacking my lips, groaning and moaning with every lick and swipe. He bucks into me, as I do him. My hand roams to his hair, and I finger the softness, pulling on it gently.
He groans deep and loud, filling the room with his glorious noises, and my heart skips a beat. I've waited a week to hear that sound again, and it doesn't disappoint. It is just as I remembered, if not better. I once thought it was the acoustics of the bathroom making him sound that way, but now I know it's me - Fucking me! - making him sound so wonderful, and I couldn't be fucking happier.
I roughly rub my leaking pre-cum with his making it easier to glide. I groan deep, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down gently. He whimpers so soft and low. Kissing down his face, across his cheek, I suck tenderly on his ear lobe. Making him shiver before I whisper soft and hoarse," Edward? Baby, I want to suck your cock!" His breath hitches as he gasps his hands in my hair tighten and pull harder, making me smirk to myself, and enabling me to continue.
"I need you in my mouth! I want to feel you glide on my tongue!" And with that, he pulls me to his face, eagerly sucking on my lips and tongue. He's panting hard. His chest is heavy and heaving while he inhales heavily through his nose, continuing to buck up onto me frantically. As I think to myself, Bingo! I have a green light.
Releasing myself somewhat from his grip of death, I start my journey to the Promised Land. But unlike Moses, I will not be waiting forty day or forty nights to quench my thirst, the waiting and longing ends tonight!
He offers me his neck, and I take it hungrily, sucking and biting gently, leaving marks, I am sure, but nothing that won't fade soon or hurt my precious boy. He's whimpering and squirming deliciously below me. His sweat is saltier and sweeter as his nerves and anxiousness release it from his every pore. I lick at it, lap it up, taste and savor every God damn drop he offers me willingly.
Reaching his heaving chest as his long lean fingers play tenderly with my hair. I pause, giving some well-needed attention to his budding nipples. They're hard like pebbles, but the skin is soft and smooth on my tongue. I lick them tenderly before taking each one in turn between my teeth, making him pull harder on my hair and buck roughly up into me as his back arches. I smile with the knowledge that I affect him this way, hoping to get the chance to tell him the same.
I reach his flat, hard stomach as it contracts and expands beneath my lips and the tender touches of my fingertips. It falls and rises with every movement I make. I hear every sound and breath leaving his lips, and for a moment, I'm caught up in the sights and sounds around me, once again downloading it to what I now fondly call the Edward file.
My tongue takes over and awakes me from my musing. It's found his happy trail, and the tip of it is excitingly twisting and lapping in the short soft hairs lying there. As I follow the path, my eyes widen and I swallow hard, cause for the first time ever, I'm up close and personal with Edward's long, hard, heavy cock. And I finally realize in that second that I've never fucking done this before, and hope to all hell and pray to all that is holy that I don't fuck this up, cause God knows I want this again, God knows there's no going back, and God knows I won't be able to live without it.
Placing my hands on his hips, I push myself down as he opens his legs wider, enabling me to sink between them, squirming a little to get comfortable, my own hard cock rubbing against the sheets and mattress. I take a few nervous breaths, gulping back the thick saliva that now rests in a pool at the back of my tongue; I take a minute to glance up at Edward.
He's lifted his head off the pillow, and is staring wide eyed down at me. He looks nervous, his body slightly trembling, I feel his legs shaking anxiously by my shoulders.
Trying to claim him, I circle my thumbs into his hipbones, and with a deep shaky sigh, his eyes flutter closed as his head hits the pillow.
Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, its heavier than I thought even somewhat thicker. Shit thicker! Don't think Hale! Don't think about thicker right now! Just feel. Squeezing a little tighter and firmer, I realize he's hot to the touch. Well God damn knew by boy was hot but this hot. I hear his breath hitch as he exhales loudly. And then something stirs in me. My head stops spinning, my heart stops pounding, and suddenly I'm now calm and relaxed. I can do this. There's no worries. This is Edward - the boy I want, the boy I need, the boy I love - so there is no wrong in this. It's all love. passion and want, no wrong or right to be seen or heard of. And with that final thought, I continue.
As I pull him towards my waiting lips, my eyes close slowly. My tongue swipes over his slit, making me tingle as I hear Edward gasp before he whispers softly, "Oh fuck! Jasssssssper! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I can't keep the smile off my lips as I proceed to lick him again, this time releasing a low, hearty groan from my boy.
His hands are now gripping frantically in my hair, pulling on it tightly, as if he needed something to ground him. Not waiting any longer, I open my lips wider, and I take a deep breath through my nose, inhaling his musky scent before placing the head of his now throbbing cock on my tongue. And oh my fucking gravy, it's everything and nothing like I expected. It's hard, but soft. It has ridges, but it's smooth. It's thick, but I'm able to handle the girth. I push down and pull up, wetting and sucking, slurping and slobbering.
He's panting and moaning. He's cussing and groaning, squirming and whimpering. I take a chance to look up at him, and his eyes are closed, lips parted, chest heaving, and he looks so fucking beautiful and glorious right now.
Reaching for the side table, I grab the lube, smirking to myself, and the stupid fucker wanted hot and tingly.
He freezes when he hears the cap click, but I do my best to distract him with my mouth. I take him deeper, twirling my tongue over the thick, heavy head. He gasps and whimpers as I suck him harder, more eagerly.
"Fuck, Jasper! Don't stop! Please don't stop! EVER!"
Releasing him with a pop, I smirk crazily before informing him confidently, "Patience, sweetness. All in good time"
I place one lubed finger at his entrance. Taking one last deep breath, I push forward, slowly feeling him tense under me. I wait. As long as it takes, I'll wait. And then he whispers softly, "More, Jasssssper. More please."
And I smile.
Pushing forward patiently, now having the green light, I feel the heat and tightness of his ass. This is harder than I thought! Shit! Shit! Shit! What the fuck do I do? Sucking slowly, I release him one last time before looking up at him. His eyes are tight, his body tense.
"Edward?" Nothing. "Edward, baby?" Nothing. "Eddddwwwward?" He raises his head slightly, nervousness and fear written all over it. Pulling back, I kneel, not letting go of his cock, stroking him gently, tenderly rubbing my thumb over the head spreading pre-cum and saliva around the ridges of his thick heavy dick, still fingering his ass timidly and slowly as I whisper softly and calmly, "Edward, I need you to relax! Can you do that for me, baby?" He nods. "I'm not going to hurt you! Do you trust me?" And he nods again. As shaky fingers come up wiping sweat from his brow.
Bending, I place him back in my mouth, sucking and licking, savoring and wanting. He's getting harder, throbbing stronger. His body is squirming and trembling as I press forward. I feel him take a deep, long awaited breath as my finger sinks deeper into his heavenly heat, and at last, I feel his ass come flush with my palm. 'Oh thank you God! Please make him enjoy this! Please make him want more! Please! I beg. fucking please!' Finally I release the shakiest breath I didn't even realize I was holding as he growls, "Fuck me, Jasper. Feeeelllllllls sooo gooooooood!" 'Bingo.'
And now I have lift off. I go to town. I'm sucking vigorously and fingering him frantically. He's groaning and growling, shaking and squirming, pulling on my hair and pushing on my shoulders. His breath is heavy and hot as he shakes and trembles beneath me. His hole is hot and smooth, tight and slippery. He's devouring my finger, taking every push and pull I give him. He's panting my name, he's yelling cusses, and to my amazement, he's about to fucking cum.
Squeezing and pressing a second finger past his tight muscle, I scissor him slowly, pumping and twisting, stretching him for me. I feel the change. Its hot and tight, harder and stronger, and as his tight ass becomes even tighter around my digits, his hot cum shoots deep and hard to the back of my throat. I gulp him, I take him, I savor him, as I swallow every last God damn drop eagerly.
And as I release his softening cock from my mouth, I lovingly lick him clean.
He lays totally spent and exhausted before me. As I smile down, he smiles stupidly and awkwardly in return. Sweat dripping from his face, rolling into his hair sticking to the pillow his chest heaves as he swallows hard. God he's beautiful! But he's such a dork! However, he's my fucking dork!
"Jas-Jasp-Jasssssssper! Fuck! Fuck me! Soooooo gooooooood!" As he pants uncontrollably. Gotta love him.
Not giving him a chance to think to much or recover to long, I grab the lube again. Reaching for a condom, I quickly sheathe myself with it before lubing up, reminding myself to be generous and not skimp. I wrap his limp, shaky legs up and over my hips and pull him down to meet my own as I raise to hover over him. He quickly yanks me to him, thanking me with his mouth and lips for a job well done as he hums upon my tongue, tasting and savoring his own flavor his blunt nails marking my back and neck making me shiver and squirm.
I feel myself float above him. I'm overwhelmed and overly excited. My heart's pounding in my chest as I feel my form shake and shiver above him. With one shake of the head, I bring myself back to the moment, wanting and needing to be grounded. His hands are tight in my hair he's tugging and pulling scraping at my scalp, as I wrap my hand under and over his shoulder, I place myself at his entrance.
He's still breathing heavy and hard. His skin's all flushed and glistening. His fucked up red hair is even more fucked up - all wet and sticky. And I couldn't be happier, cause I've never seen anything more beautiful than my wonderful boy.
Pushing myself forward, I feel his resistance. Oh fuck, he's tight! Ever so fucking tight! Shit. Shit! Shit.
Am I even going to be able to do this? I can't! I can't! What the fuck am I gonna do? Its not going to work! I can't hurt him! I won't hurt him! will this fucking hurt him?. God damn it. He's too fucking tight!
But as I'm wasting time second guessing myself, I feel two strong, hot, sweaty hands cup my butt and push me further.
I open my squinting eyes to find Edward smiling happily up at me. His eyes are filled with wonder and lust and as he bites his bottom lip. He eggs me on with his glorious words: "Jasper, I trust you please,you can do this baby!"
So taking my hand out of his hair, I have it copy its partner, wrapping under and over Edwards other shoulder giving me the leverage needed, feeling him settle in beneath me, making himself comfortable and content.
Then as I push slowly and painfully into his tight heat, his eyes roll to the back of his head, straining his neck against the pillow. My name gasps from his lips, his tone laden with lust and passion. "Oh my Fuck! Jasper." I roll forward he pushes back. I push in; he pulls me out - slow and steady, forceful and strong.
Fuck, it feels so good-so good-so good. I feel so powerful and overwhelmed all at the same time. My body trembles as I pull him closer to me, wanting to get closer to him, wanting to be one, wanting to escape deeper into his heavenly heat.
He's tight and I struggles to stay in the moment, I feel I'm being strangled by his tightness as I throb deep within him. My orgasms growing I feel it rumble in my belly making me light headed. The need to explode consumes me as I struggle to hold off and stay in this moment. His breath fans my face as his pants echo in my ears. He's screaming my name, as I'm chanting his, its lower than a whisper as I press myself to his shoulder its incoherent and barely English.
I roll up into him he rocks down unto me, his hands are everywhere he's scratching and clawing while his lips devour me sucking and biting I cant keep up. Its fucking Amazing!
I try my best to stay grounded and in control, my boy is loosing it so eagerly and deliciously, with his hands on my ass his fingers clawing at my skin he rocks up forcefully.
He wants more! He wants everything! He wants me! And he cant get enough.
I feel the tear escape under my lashes. It rolls down my face, and as I slowly open my eyes, I watch as it lands on Edward's cheek, joining and entwining with his own. I gasp, as does he.
I reach between us, trying desperately to grab at him wrap my hand around his cock. But he swipes me away shaking his head frantically bringing his body up to met mine, tighter bucking eroding sliding and grinding.
"Just you Jasper! I want just you!"
He pulls me tighter to him, placing his lips tenderly to mine. I pull him tighter to me, sucking his tongue into my mouth, savoring his Edward flavor, storing it in my Edward file.
Then it begins I feel it start in my toes. They tingle and curl. It's racing up my legs, over my thighs and through my belly, engulfing me, overpowering me, stealing my breath and stilling my heart. And for the first time in my life, I'm releasing myself into the soft, strong, heavy heat of the person I love. And with that thought, I scream his name loud and proud, as mine escapes erotically from him. Praying loudly wanting him to know what this means to me, wanting him to know how he makes me feel, wanting him to know that he is the most amazing creature ever put on the face of this earth. Cause at this moment, everything is so overwhelming, all consuming, and oh so fucking mind blowing.
I pull out gingerly, as I continue to hover above him, touching forehead to forehead.
Our breathing slows as our chests calm. He tenderly kiss's the top of my nose, as my lips graze his light stubbled jaw. I rise making my way painfully and slowly to the bathroom, disposing of the condom in the small trashcan by the sink, running the water until it runs warm. Returning to the room, I stop short at the bottom of the bed. Edward's on his side, curled slightly into himself, arm over the top of his head. He's breathing gently, his body glistening with sweat while his chest heaves. In addition, the warm flush that decorates him makes him utterly delicious.
Crawling over him, I kiss his calf, his thigh, his hip, his stomach and chest before reaching his beautiful swollen lips. He moves his arm to pull me tighter to him. I gently wipe him down before cleaning myself and tossing the towel to the hamper. Pulling on the blankets, I help him under the covers as he curls into me, head on my chest, legs intertwining with my own. My arm comes and covers my face as I feel Edward sigh deeply.
Eyeing him wearily, I have to inquire, "Sweetie, you OK?" He nods into my hold. "You sore?" He nods again. Now I'm pissed
"Did I hurt you, babe? I'm so sorry!" I rise to get up, now nervous and angry, but as quick as lightning; his hand is on my chest, pushing me back. "No, baby, you didn't hurt me! I'm just sore, that's all! We knew that would happen, right?"
And as he snuggles into me again, rubbing my chest, trying to ease my nerves and pounding heart, he continues, "Jasper, you could never hurt me. You wouldn't let yourself do that! It was amazing and wonderful. You made me feel loved and cared for. Now, for the moment, I have a reminder, and I can live with that. OK?"
Still anxious, I nod. As he kisses my chest.
"I love you, Jasper."
"I love you too, sweetness."
I don't remember closing my eyes, but I do remember the warmth and strength being wrapped around my body. Sighing deeply, he relaxed contentedly into my side and onto my chest. And at that moment, all was right with the world. And so help me God, I tend to keep it that way.
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A/N Jasper's first time bottoming back when they were in college coming up next.