A/N

I don't own these boys,but if I offer them candy they let me play with them.

I want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you guys are amazing.

This is the Third out take of this story: Back when the boys were in college and Edward asks Jasper to bottom for him for the first time.
It was hinted at in chapter 11.

And as always my wonderful Beta Deβra Anne, have to thank her, cause I love her. She keeps me straight so to speak LOL.

so lets go find out what Jasper Hale and Edward Cullen have been up too:

Entering the room, it takes me a second to process Edward's request, and now I'm fucking nervous. A slight sweat gathers on my brow. As I bring my hand up to wipe it, then anxiously rub it on my jeans.

Why the fuck am I becoming so nervous? I don't understand - this is Edward! Not some God damn stranger! Glancing over at him, he has his back to me, and he's still singing quietly to himself, being a cocky fucker - well as cocky as my Edward can muster. Wonder whats brought this on? Wonder what's gotten into him? He's never requested this before! He's never even voiced the need for it. So should I be suspicious? Nuh-uh... Should I question him? Nuh-uh...

Then like a hurricane, my self-doubt takes over and decides to play havoc with my heart. Has another guy caught his eye? Does he feel the need to practice before he leaves my sorry ass and runs off with said fucking guy. Jasper Hale, calm the hell down! You're acting like a fucking idiot!

Didn't you just have this talk with him? Didn't he just declare his undying endless love for you? Isn't this the guy you want to spend the rest of your life with? What are you thinking? Aren't you the one kicking your own ass trying to find a way to propose? So what's your fucking problem? God damn it, Hale!

But the nasty ass doubt continues its battle on my weakened heart and overzealous mind. What if it is another fucking guy? Now I feel my blood start to boil. As my chest heaves rapidly, I find myself inhaling deeply just to stop my head spinning out of control. Who the hell's after my boy? What the hell would you do? What then, Jasper? Not the fucking big man on campus now, Hale, are ya?

My mind's now racing, running through our daily routine like an old black and white silent movie. For some reason, I can't panic in color. I think it's got something to do with forest greens and copper reds having a calming effect on me. So when I delve into the deepest darkest corners of my nightmares, they seem to appear only in black and white - feeling the need to screw with my head even more... Fuckers.

Who the fuck would it be though? Who the fuck would have caught his fucking eye? I'm racking my brain trying to think of someone, anyone, who might have propositioned my boy. M-mm-hm mm. Paul? I bet it's Paul! Fucking Paul from the coffee shop! I see him! I see how he looks at my boy when we go for coffee. Fucker! I'll kick his sorry ass from here to next Sunday if it's fucking Paul.

Thinking again, this time harder, making my head hurt even more. Fuck! And then another situation dawns on me. I got it! I got it! It's Felix - Felix the fucker! The tall guy from our English class. I see what he's fucking up to, pretending to question Edward about our classwork, pretending he doesn't get what the fucking professor is talking about. Idiot! I always knew someone in college could never be that fucking stupid.

He must take me for a fucking fool if he thinks he's going to get the fuck away with this. He's another one that makes my list off sorry asses to kick from here to next Sunday.

Jasper, shut up. Stop fucking second guessing yourself. This is Edward you're talking about. This is your boy! He just wants you; its not a crime. He doesn't have an ulterior motive - this is God damn normal! Long term couples can switch... Right?

Making my way over to our bed, I take a seat on the edge, not really sure what the fuck to do next. I eye Edward quizzically, maybe looking for some kind of answer. Or maybe hoping for the God damn floor to open and swallow my sorry ass. I don't know. I haven't decided which one I prefer right now.

But as I watch him, I'm filled with even more confusion. The boy's busy - way too busy. It seems he's fluttering around like a fucking butterfly right now to even look in my direction.

Has he gotten taller? Nuh-uh...
Does be look thinner? Nuh-uh...
What has changed him then? What the fuck has happened?

Cut it the hell out... Jasssssper? Shut up. I chastise myself as I'm bending over to put my head in my hands, crazily running my fingers through my hair, desperately tugging on the ends. Please, Jasper, shut the hell up before I want to kick my own ass!... Pleasssse I beg ya.

But deciding that not even listening to myself was a good idea, I continue my rambles. The boy's just happy. That's all. Course he's fucking happy! You idiot. He's getting to tap your sorry ass tonight. The thought makes me gulp hard, unable to swallow as my mouth decides at this very second to run bone dry.

But really, Jasper, you need to get the fuck over this and stop your worrying. You should be happy and overjoyed that he wants you this way. As a matter of fact, you should be happy that he still fucking thinks that your ass is still sexy enough for him to want. And you're fucking lucky he waited this fucking long. He should have shoved his cock in your sorry ass a long fucking time ago, if you really think about it. God knows it's his turn, for crying out loud.

So stop your God damn whining and being a selfish bastard. You're just nervous, that's all. You've had the reins all these years, and now he wants to know what all the fucking fuss is about. So shut the hell up and grow a set and let the boy have his moment. You never know, you just might fucking like it. Asshole!

Staring at Edward, eying him questioningly, my mind just keeps racing. But now I'm wondering what the fuck he's doing. From what I can make out, he's doing a whole load of fucking nothing right now. He's picking up shit from one spot and putting it in another, picking clothes from the floor near the hamper and throwing them in. The silly fucker's cleaning the room like he's expecting company.

Fuck, maybe he is. Would he be turning kinky on me! Fuck! I hope not.

I don't get it,. He's confusing me. What the fuck is he doing? Then it dawns on me, he's fucking stalling. If I look a little closer and read between the lines I can see it. His hands are shaking slightly. His body lets loose a little tremble every once and a while, and the silly fucker can't make eye contact. Fuck I've been so busy questioning his motives, I didn't see how much the fact that he wants this so bad is making him nervous and crazy.

God, I really am a selfish bastard sometimes.

God, I'm so stupid!

"Edward?" And nothing.

"Edward! Sweetie, you OK?" Still fucking nothing.

He's in the bathroom now! I hear him puttering around - he's folding and unfolding towels. God, he's a silly fucker sometimes!

"Eddddddddwwwwwward?" And now I have his God damn attention, as he pops his head around the door frame, eyebrows raised questioningly, like hearing my voice right now surprises him.

The boy worries me sometimes, I tell ya! Worries me.

"Yes, hon, you need me?" It's more than a whisper, but still not as loud as his normal voice, but I can just make out the shaky undertones.

My poor boy's scared shit-less.

"Edward, c'mere babe!" I keep my voice low and calm.

But still I'm sitting alone on the edge of our bed.

"C'mere Edward, I need you!"

"Be right there, sweetie, give me a minute, just finishing up in here!" His voice sounds a little too squeaky and unsure.

"Edward Anthony Cullen? If you don't get your sorry ass out of the fucking bathroom right now. I'm coming in there, and so help me God! I'll fuck you senseless on that little fucking fluffy rug you love so much - you know the one I'm talking about - the one in front of the fucking shower. Do you really want me to make a mess of your little fluffy rug, Edward? You wouldn't want me to do that now, Edward. Would you? Edward?

"Do you hear me Edward Cullen ?"

And with that, he slowly but surely makes his way into our room, wiping his hands on a towel before dropping it at his feet. I smirk to myself. Silly fucker's going to have to clean that up later. He's slightly slumped and still not making eye contact, and as I now watch him closer, I notice his hands shaking nervously.

At that very moment, my heart breaks a little for my boy.

I remember what it feels like! The nervousness.
I remember how it messes with your head! Making you second guess yourself.
I remember feeling the doubt and dread! Not feeling worthy.

So I decide within an instant, as my heart skips a little and I get some of my confidence and cockiness back to make this as awesome a first time for him, as he did for me.

I pat the bed softly, looking up at him through my lashes, and as I'm swiping my hands down the legs of my jeans, I hear him sigh deeply. But he stays put – frozen - not moving a muscle.
Taking his hands in mine - as they continue to shake timidly - I tenderly rub my thumbs over his knuckles, trying to soothe his nerves and anxiety. He gives me a small smile while biting on his bottom lip. God, my boy is so adorable. Gotta love him. But right now, I gotta show him.

His eyes are glassy and his lashes wet. His nervousness and uncertainty hurts me to the core. He shouldn't have to feel this way! He shouldn't have to struggle with himself for wanting this. And if I make him feel anything other than the ultimate awesomeness that he is, then I should walk away right now, cause I don't fucking deserve this amazing boy standing shakily in front of me.

Pushing him by the shoulders, I make him kneel before me, tenderly placing my fingers under the hem off his t-shirt. I ease it up and over his head, as he releases a struggling deep sigh. Breathing deeply, I open my legs, pulling him to my body.

He wraps his arms tightly around my waist, clinging to me like his life depended on it. His cheek presses against my chest as he starts to pant softly, trying desperately to inhale through his nose. He's worrying me. If I don't calm my boy, he's going to hyperventilate.

I bring my hand up, running my fingers through his fucked up red hair, making him melt into me. He purrs gently in his throat, pressing his lips to my collar bone. Fingering his hair tenderly - it feels so soft and silky under my touch, making my breath hitch. I inhale his sweet scent, letting it take over, letting it consume and possess me. His whole self engulfs me, and suddenly I calm, feeling serene and at peace.

My body shivers with need and anticipation. I bringing my lips down to met the top of his head.

He pulls me tighter, and twists himself so my lips now find his forehead, then his eyelid, traveling to his nose, until they make their way home, crashing with full force into his mouth. It's not gentle or tender. It's full of passion and lust. We suck and slurp, bite and lick. My tongue enters him, exploring every nook and cranny of his moist smooth heat. He's moaning and groaning uncontrollably, purring and growling. Shit, that's hot. I tug and pull on his hair, dragging his head back to stretch the sexy length of his neck, encouraging it to accept my lips, teeth and tongue.

I'm claiming him, marking him. My teeth bite as my lips suck. He whispers my name - all hot and sweaty - his breath fanning the back of my neck.

My hands wander down his back, over every roped muscle and smooth contour, my blunt nails dipping and trailing at his wondrous skin as I suck on his collar bone.

His shaky long fingers find their way into my hair. He fingers and pulls on my curls, His hot lips travel to my ear as he sucks my lobe between his teeth. He's chanting and praying, "God, Jasper! Fuck, Jasper! Shit, Jasper! Oho, o baby!"

His eyes flutter closed - he's unable to stay focused. Our chests are heaving in unison as I let my fingers sink deeper into the waistband of his jeans, cupping his supple skin, his firm cheeks resting readily into the palms of my hands.

I pull him towards me, enabling our lips to find purchase in each others. His denim-clad cock rubs deliciously with mine, making us both growl eagerly onto each other tongues, mixing saliva while combining flavors.

The room is heavy with lust, full of longing and desire. Our names and prayers echo off each wall, causing us to pant and groan, buck and ram. Everything's raw and rough, coarse and crude. The anticipation grows as the air becomes thick.

Putting my hand between us, I tug on his button, jerking on his zipper, trying my best to extract him from his clothes. His hands fall from my hair, pulling on my ears. Traveling downwards, blunt nails scratch my neck and shoulders as he pulls vigorously at my shirt, I swear! The fucker's stretching it; and its my favorite too! But whatever. At this moment I couldn't give a fuck!

I stand, taking him with me. He's all sweaty, his skin hot to my touch. Bending, I free him of his jeans as he kicks them to one side, and the fuckers find the hamper! Wow, two points to Edward! I chuckle to myself. While still bent, I take this opportunity to lavish his muscled thighs with bites and sucks. His taut skin ripples and shivers under my manipulations. My boy's exquisite - peerless and perfect. I'm sure there will never be a time when I'll ever have my fill of him.

As I stand, I bring him to me. Our bodies pressed from knee to shoulder, we pump and grind our boxer-clad cocks, creating friction for each of us as we push and pull. I can feel the pre-cum gather on the material as we slip and slide into one another. Silently I think to myself: Whoops! Edward's not going to be happy with this. He hates sticky.

The room starts to spin, the groans getting louder and more powerful. Slurps and sucks echo throughout the space. I whisper his name - he whimpers mine. I yell to all that is holy - he screams to the heavens. This is us - this is who we are - this is where we're always meant to be, and where we belong, and where I want to spend the rest of my life.

Pushing him on the bed, I relieve him of his underwear, tossing them towards the hamper, silently fist pumping myself as they hit the rim, slowly tumbling into the dirty wash. Score two points, Jasper.

He lies there all wanton and panting, his cock all hot heavy and hard on his hip. I sigh deeply, trying my best to stay put, trying my best not to pounce. Licking my lips, I stand and stare. I want it - I need it! I just want and long to devour it. My mouth dries as I suck eagerly on the inside of my cheek. The thought of putting him between my lips, taking him in my mouth, sucking on his thick heavy head takes over my brain. But I can't. I have to let go. I have to give this over. Sucking and claiming him is not my job tonight. I have to learn to relinquish my power. I won't be in control tonight - I'm finally handing him the reins.

I eye him hungrily as I remove my own underwear, finally standing at the foot of the bed, looking expectantly down on him, all buck naked and eager.

His eyes scan me, landing ravishingly on my hard cock. His lips part as short breaths leave his lungs. He moistens his lips in anticipation.

Fuck, he's gorgeous!

Placing my hands on my hips, I straighten, watching in amusement as Edward's eyes never leave my cock. Wanting to have a little fun, I swing my hips. I watch excitedly as Edward's eyes follow my dick while it bounces off each thigh. Only when I let out a hearty chuckle does he make eye contact, shyly raising his eyes to mine, embarrassment adorning his beautiful face in a slight blush. And now we both laugh heartily, quickly evaporating the tension between us.

As I regain my composure, I smirk up at him devilishly and raise an eyebrow. He swallows hard as his dick twitches on his hip, now moist from his pre-cum, all hard round and shiny, Perfect! making my mouth water and my vision blur. I close my eyes slowly as my mind chants quietly, Fuck, Jasper. You can do this, buddy! You can do this! So once again opening my eyes, I speak in a low, strong tone and place my order. "Edward, babe, I want you crawl up the bed backwards and put that beautiful head of yours on the pillow behind you! Can you do that for me, sweetness?"

And he nods vigorously, and keeps doing so, while crawling backwards up the bed. The heels of his feet pushing his body weight, helping him reach his destination all that much faster. And finally the eagle has landed, as his fucked up red head hits the pillow behind it.

The bed dips as I start my journey. Sliding on all fours, I go to him clawing wantonly over his body. I kiss and lick as I go, tasting his salty sweat as it lingers on my tongue. My teeth gently nip at his thighs and hips, making him toss and turn, duck and weave. His long lean fingers find their way to my hair as he pulls and twirls on my curls, panting deeply as I tease his stomach, kissing and sucking, finally reaching my destination and placing a hot, sensual kiss on his oh so sexy luscious lips.

He's moaning and bucking, trying to find friction wherever he can land, but as he pushes up, I pull away. Growling with frustration, he tugs my hair stronger and tighter, trying his best to bring me to him, clawing at my neck and shoulders. With gritted teeth, he groans deeply "Fuck, Jasper, please. I need you. I need to touch you!"

I raise slowly. Still straddling his chest, I place my hands on the headboard behind his fucked up hair. Thrusting forward, I tap his lips then pull back.

He groans, and I smirk. Sneaking his tongue out, he laps the head of my cock, making me drop my now heavy spinning head between my shoulders as I gasp a loud, "Fuck! babe."

Gaining some of my control, I straighten, gripping the headboard tighter. I whisper softly, "Edward, I need you to open that beautiful mouth of yours, and let me slide my dick over your velvet tongue. Cause I really want to revisit the back of your throat."

The hands that were on my thighs are now grabbing my hips tightly, pulling me forward. As his lips part, he thrusts me sternly to the back of his throat. I gasp, "Jesus! Wow, Edward." He thrusts me forward then pushes me back. I'm gripping on the headboard like my fucking life depends on it.

My nails are digging into the wood in front of me as I hold on tight, riding my high. He's sucking and slurping. His tongue laps at my head then travels to the base. The room's growing humid and thick, as the groaning and moaning echo throughout the space.

Slowly opening my heavy eyes, I stare down at my wonderful boy, trying to stay in the moment and become grounded again. But oh my fucking gravy, he's matching my stare, looking up at me through his long lush lashes, his forest greens floating with all the emotions he holds in his heart. We're so caught up in the moment, neither of us wants to break this connection.

I'm thrusting, he's pulling, his hands cupping my ass. Blunt nails dig into my flesh, making me hiss in delight. He slips his one hand between my legs, his lean fingers caressing my balls as he rolls and squeezes them gently, making me groan and growl above him. His finger slowly slips to my entrance as he teases it softly. He circles and massages, causing a wave of pleasure to run up my thighs and across my balls, gently cradled in his palm, to where his finger's teasing my ass.

I feel the tightness begin and the rush make its way through me wanting to release. And as he continues to suck and slurp, I hold on to the headboard harder, rising to my knees as I vigorously fuck his mouth. And because he loves me, he lets me! He has me panting and hissing, rolling my hips, frantically seeking my release. And then as I close my eyes watching the fireworks and sparklers go off behind my lids. I explode - feeling the hot energy leave my body and enter his like a volcano erupting.

My forehead hits the headboard in front of me as my thighs tremble and my arms shake while my chest heaves, panting hot air in and out of my lungs. I gradually try to cool myself and regain my control. But suddenly my eyes shoot open, stretching wide in shock, cause fuck me, I just heard the cap of the lube open. As I swallow hard, I look down between my arms, still trying to come down from my rush and high. My vision's still a little blurred. I have to shake my head a little, bringing myself back to what's ahead of me and my boy.

His face is flushed and beautiful. Parted lips pant short hot breaths over my abdomen, making me shiver slightly. All the while, he looks up at me with lust-filled hooded eyes. As I watch him lustfully, he pours lube into the palm of his hand, spreading it throughout his fingers.

Bringing his attention back to me, he seems a little more shy and nervous. His forest greens are fluttering closed as he strains to keep them focused. Leaning back and down, I cup his face in my hands, tenderly kissing his forehead, nose coming to rest on his soft, swollen lips. I lick them tenderly, trying to ease his anxiety, sighing deeply when his hot tongue comes out to play and dance with mine. And before I second guess myself or have a chance to rethink this situation, I carefully place his hand between my legs, settling his fingers under my entrance.

He looks up at me nervously, unknowingly, and all I can do is smile softly in his direction, his eyes slowly close as his body shivers.

Bringing my face to his, fanning it with my hot breath, I try to speak gently and calmly, needing him to hear and understand. "Edward!" Nothing. "Edward, sweetie!" Still nothing. "Edwwwwwward!" Got him.

"Edward, baby, you OK?" And he nods, still not opening his eyes.

I trail my fingers gently down his cheek as his breath hitches. He sighs deeply and his eyes flutter open, showing all his concern and nerves as he swallows hard. "Baby, you sure you're OK?"

He nods frantically as he whispers unsure, "Yeah! Yes, babe, I'm good!"

As I cup his face in my hands, I do my best to distract him, grinding my ass over his hard as all hell cock. He groans wantonly as I press my lips tightly to his, stealing his breath and hopefully devouring his nerves and anxiety.

And now that some of the tension has released itself from my poor doubting boy, I sit myself down gently on his shaky lubed fingers, feeling him enter me inch by glorious inch as I suck his staggered breath into my lungs.

My hands find his hair sticky with sweat, clinging to his forehead and the pillow. Running my fingers through it, I pull and tug, trying my best to get closer as I rise and fall onto his waiting hand. He brings his other to my hip. Nails dig into the flesh as he guides my body in rhythm with his fingers.

When he enters a second, I gasp, tensing slightly, feeling the first initial burn, and he freezes. But instead of even thinking or giving it a second thought, and before Edward can start to rethink or doubt himself or what we're doing, I slam myself down on him, slapping the palm of his hand with my butt. Fuck! It burn's, but Oh my God it's good. I rise and fall, riding his fingers, forgetting to think, only wanting to feel.

Before I can get to straighten myself into a sitting position, Edward's hand is in my hair, pulling on the ends, dragging my face of his. He kisses my lips furiously. His tongue enters me, fucking my mouth, wanting dominance, and I give it, offering it up, tasting my own flavor mixed with his as we both groan in unison.

As I straighten, placing a hand on his chest, he slips a third finger into my hole, making me yelp! Unexpectedly, he glances up worriedly, but as I continue to concentrate on the pleasure and sensation, I let loose, riding his fingers while I scream his name, thick and heavy, combining with the air in our room.

Taking one hand off his chest, I reach for the nightstand, retrieving the condom, bringing it to my teeth and pulling it open. Smirking down at Edward, whose eyes are everywhere in wonder - on the hand between my legs, on the fingers entering my hole, on my heavy hard dick dancing before his eyes, and on the foil wrapper of the condom as I spit it towards the floor.

Slowing momentarily, but not letting him remove his fingers, I lift my thigh slightly. With painful slowness, I dress his delicious cock with the condom. Eying him knowingly, I smile and for the first time all night. He returns it willingly. And as my knee returns to the mattress, I lean over him, placing my forehead to his. Our panting breaths cover our faces, sweaty, hot and wanton.

And as his forest greens meet my vivid blues, I whisper softly, "Sweetness, you ready?" And I wait.

He slowly and gently removes his fingers from my entrance. And I whimper, instantly feeling the loss of our connection.

And with new found confidence and sincerity, he whispers softly, " Yes, I want this right now. I need this, Jasper. I need you, babe. I love you!"

And that's all I need to hear. My boy loves me, wants me, needs me. And in knowing that, I am complete.

So taking a deep breath as Edward release's his, I sit gently onto his lap. Sliding carefully down his cock,oh God so much pressure,my breath hitches. As the head enters, I suck in air as it fights to move forward, feeling the resistance in my muscles.

We've done this before. Edward likes to play with his fingers and the few toys that we possess, but shit, this is different - and slightly strange. My body fights the intrusion as my heart pounds loudly in my chest. I remind myself to breathe and relax. I close my eyes tight as my palms lay flat on his chest. My nails dig slightly into his skin. As I hiss, I hear my teeth grind.

And just as I'm about to lose it, I feel soft warm hands rub my thighs. Opening my eyes slowly, I look down into the most beautiful face with the most amazing sparkling forest greens that I could ever have seen.

My boy looks up with a little worry and concern shadowing his look of love-lust and want. And shit, I can't have that. Ain't gonna happen. Not this time, mister. So inhaling a sharp breath, I push forward and ease myself further down onto him, there's the little burn! there's the little pressure! and God damn it, right there's the fucking pleasure! And as my eyes stay tight, I hear him huskily whisper, "Fuck, Jasper! So tight, so good, baby. Fuck!"

And as I breathe deeply and relax, finally my eyes flutter open. I now sit lap to butt with Edward. He is in me fully, filling me completely. My heart is pounding, my head's a little light, and I swear I can feel the blood rush speedily throughout my every vein. It's surreal, magical, wondrous. And oh so fucking awesome right now.

Controlling myself and regaining my senses, I start to move, pulling up then pushing down slowly. My name leaves Edward's parted lips in a hushed, "Jasper, fuck, baby!"

I reply in kind, "Edward, you're amazing, sweetness!"

As I glide up and slide down, I groan and moan shamelessly. My hands are on his chest, on his shoulders, on his face, in his hair. I want him. I want all of him. I can't get enough. I rock - he rolls. I pull - he pushes. He's so powerful, so strong. He holds my hips and rocks them to him. He entwines our fingers, squeezing them tight, holding them over his heart. Leaning slowly, I attack his gorgeous mouth, sucking on his lips and biting on his tongue when it joins the party. This is a dance we've done before, a dance where only we can hear the music. Its the sound of love and want. It's the sound of forever and always. Our grunts, groans, moans and sighs are music to our ears.

And once again, I rock - he rolls. I push - he pulls. I swing - he sways. And so our dance continues.

It's like our bodies know each other on a higher level.

It's like they've met before and danced this dance in another place and time.

They've just been waiting patiently to be reincarnated with another soul and mind, just so they can have the opportunity and pleasure of reconnecting to continue their dance once more.

I feel his arms surround me and tighten around my chest and waist as he flips us. My back hits the mattress as his chest meets mine. Without missing a beat, he continues. He's thrusting deliciously, hitting my sweet spot time and time again. I think about my cock for all of a second, realizing it's caught tight and amazingly between Edward and myself. I don't even need to touch it. I feel it harden even more. Fuck! Is that possible? I feel my orgasm grow once more. Shit! Two orgasms! I could get used to this. My belly tightens, as my legs wrapped around Edwards hips start to shake, and my fingers claw and scrape at his back. Shutting my eyes tightly, I scream into the night.

"Fuck, Edward! I'm going to come AGAIN!" I thrust up onto him.

As he grinds his teeth, his husky voice whispers seductively in my ear, "Come with me, Jasper. Come for me!" And as I feel my ass tighten around his hard cock while he throbs and empties into me, I let loose, spraying everything I have left, over his chest and my stomach.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, loud panting and numerous kisses, he slips out of me with ease and tenderness. Making his way to the bathroom, a little wobbly on his legs, he runs his shaky hands through his hair roughly. I have to chuckle at my boy. He looks so out of sorts right now. Returning with a hot, wet cloth, he proceeds to wash me off. Then cleaning himself, he throws the towel towards the hamper, making it in.
Fucker! Two points, Edward.

Curling ourselves into bed, Edward goes the usual route and shimmies himself into my side as I place my arm under his back and over his shoulder. We lay silently for a few moments, until he breaks it, curiously asking, "Well, babe?"

I smirk, then kiss the top of his sweaty head before I sigh deeply, then ask questioningly, "Well? Sweetie, well what?" He raises his face so his eyes can meet mine before shyly and unsure asking, "Was it good? Did you enjoy it? Wa... was... I... I go… Was I good?"

I crawl down to face him, my hand and arm going under his pillow as my other pulls him to me by the hip before I begin. "Sweetie, you were amazing! It was out of his world. And anytime you feel the need to top me, you go right ahead, babe."

His eyes go wide. "Really?" He smiles beautifully.

Returning his smile, I reply, "Yeah really, babe! You were outstanding!"

"It's not something I would want to do all the time, Jasper. But it's nice to know, Hon!"

I squeeze his hip in understanding while I lean to tenderly kiss his nose.

Then he looks worried and I frown. "Did I hurt you, love?"

And while twisting my hips a little, I smile wider. "No, babe, you didn't. Just a little reminder of our fun night!"

And as we settle into one another, not parting until we've kissed passionately, I pull him tighter. And before slumber can take me, I chuckle silently to myself as I think, Paul and Felix Who?

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