A/N..

I don't own these boys, SM does. But they do let me fuck with their heads from time to time.

I want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you guys are amazing. My alerts and being added to favs grows daily.

And as always my wonderful Beta Deβra Anne, have to thank her, she rocks, really she does..Jasper loves the shit out of her cause she puts up with his crap on a weekly bases. And believe me that's a lot of crap.

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

Locking up the house, I check the front door twice before I step off the porch. I'm sorry to say, but our little fucking experience with God damn Volturi has messed with our heads, and to say we both now have fucking trust issues concerning our safety – Well, Edward's mainly - would be a God damn understatement.

I already called chief Swan and asked if he wouldn't mind having one of his boys do a drive by over the next couple of days, informing him that Edward and I will be out of town, and not to worry too much about us.

With him being somewhat in the dark regarding the Volturi fucking 'incident,' and with Edward not remembering anything - So Charlie thinks anyway - he's a little easier to manipulate. Letting him think there's a stalker around town, or even some sick bastard who targeted Edward because he was gay, makes Charlie even more sympathetic to our cause, and a little easier to handle for right now, keeping the heat off of Emmett and me.

I stride contentedly and confidently to my bike, grabbing my printed directions from the duffle and placing them in the inside pocket of my bike jacket. My brows rise as I let my eyes fall softly on Edward, his poor face so pale and delicate in the morning sun. My eyes narrow and my fists tighten at the sight of the pale yellow and green bruise covering the side of his cheek and the small scar he'll have on the outside of his lip once all is said and done and the stitches dissolve.

He nervously straightens his jacket and runs his shaky fingers through his fucked up hair. I just want to hold him tightly to me and reassure him that everything is going to work out right, but I can't. He's not going to listen. The stubborn bastard that he can be sometimes won't let him.

But the time will come - I know it in my heart. My love for him will break that shell, and when it does, I'll be right there to watch the understanding play across his beautiful face and dance in his forest greens. But right now, he's feeling guilty about this morning. He's thinking that he led me on and that I'm angry, but I'm not. I couldn't be if I tried. Angry, no! Disappointed, hell yeah! Thirty more seconds, and I would have been buried deep inside my boy for the first time in weeks. So fucking disappointed. Hell fucking yeah! To say the least.

He hasn't said much since I caught him off guard; he just gives little sideways glances now and again. But that's OK, cause he knows I'll wait. Fuck! I still can't believe he agreed to do this, not that I gave him much of a chance. Even if I had to sling his sorry ass - as cute as it may be - over my God damn shoulder caveman style, the boy would still be getting on the fucking bike right now.

But I'm really over the moon that he wants this, and that he came willingly. My heart feels a hell of a lot lighter knowing that he's up for it, and that he still trusts me to take care of him.

Straddling my bike, I start the engine, feeling as Edward climbs on behind me, his thighs sliding up side mine as he pushes tightly to me. Then his arms fold firmly around my waist. My head spins a little as my cock hardens slightly, feeling his warmth and heat pressed so close to me. My mind's still reeling from the aftermath and confusion of this morning's activities. But that doesn't stop my body from slightly shuddering as a cold shiver runs up my spine. I can't help the effect he has on me. My body loves this boy as much as my mind and heart do.

But that's not to say my chest doesn't still hurt from the confusion and anxiety, so I sigh deeply, trying my best to control myself as I feel him mold himself, and lightly melt into my back. He's finally feeling at ease and a little more relaxed, and we're not even out of the God damn driveway yet. I smirk to myself as his fingers clasp firmly around my chest and he takes one last deep breath.

Before putting my helmet on, I stare into the skies, first wanting to thank anyone or whomever was listening for letting this happen, and hoping to all hell that it all goes as planned and without a hitch. I also want to scope out the clouds or the lack thereof. The weekend weather should be warm and dry, so our ride should be a calm and pleasant. I shouldn't need to concern myself, worrying about the rain, but so help me God, if one God damn drop comes in contact in any way with my boy's fucked up red hair, then there's a couple of weather sites whose asses I'm about to kick from here to next Sunday on my return.

I make quick work of getting us out of our neighborhood. Traffic's light, with it being mid-morning and a weekday, so making it to the highway with no trouble should be a piece of cake. I love the freedom of my bike and the feel of the steel between my legs. The fact that Edward has always thought it hot kind of helps the situation. It's one of the first things that caught his eye in high school - he likes to remind me from time to time that when he heard the roar of the engine pulling into the parking lot, he had to turn stop and stare. And then he adds with a smirk that when he saw how sexy the ass getting off the bike was, he was a goner.

What can I say? My boy's a horny fucker sometimes! So the thought of this getting my boy all hot and bothered under the collar has crossed my mind. Knowing that all the dirty thoughts from when we were teenagers just couldn't help themselves but go through his dirty little mind right now, and that thought alone was just turning me on all that much more, not that it took fucking much these days. Fuck, if the wind changed, I was ready and willing. Well, maybe it's me who's the horny fucker!

I know you've all noticed I took the bike and not the car. I'm southern, people, not stupid. There's a means behind my madness. I knew if we took the car, we'd have to do some kinda talking, and that I didn't want. I wanted Edward to feel the wind on his face, smell the fresh air and blow the God damn cobwebs out of his head. The boy needed time to wrap his mind around some things, he needs to realize in his own time that we haven't changed, and no matter what we come up against,we will always remain the same.

It takes us about an hour on the highway to get where I needed us to be. Pulling off the shoulder, I slide into the first available parking spot. From here it's non-descriptive. We're surrounded by trees and bushes, but as I glance around excitedly, I see a small gate leading to a pathway disguised by the dense overgrown vegetation.

Removing my helmet as Edward does the same, I walk to the back of the bike, releasing the straps holding down the cooler and blanket. Placing his helmet on the back of the bike beside mine, Edward slides up to me, warily eyeing me and confusedly taking in the surrounding area. I take his hand tenderly in mine before I lead him to the entrance.

The small gate is only thigh high, so I push it open easily with my knee, having to push some of the overgrown brush as we cautiously make our way inside. My boots crunch noisily underfoot, the gravelly pathway being our only indication of which direction to travel.

I take his hand tighter as I watch him take everything in. He looks a little overwhelmed and excited, his eyes dancing gleefully from trees to bushes to pathways as they fork off in all directions. The forest is making the most enchanting noises. There are birds chirping as wild life scurries beneath the underbrush, and if you listen closely, you can hear the faint sound of water cascading. It takes every sense you have to take it all in.

Our eyes dart eagerly, and our ears hum in enjoyment. This place is magical and bewildering, and at this very moment, we're looking like two lost boys in a toy store, trying our best to absorb all the colors, sounds and wonderment at once.

We walk through the forest slowly. There is no rush; we're in no hurry. It's nice just being in the moment.

Placing the rolled-up blanket under my armpit as I grip the cooler tighter, it's possible for me to wrap my arm tenderly around Edward's waist, pulling him gently to me as we fall easily into step.

His eyes are everywhere. They sparkle in awe of this magical place. His lips part to question me from time to time, but then something new catches his interest, and I guess the thought leaves him. And I thank God silently, cause that's what I wanted, that's how I need it to be. He needs to let his mind wander. He needs to have something other than us to think about.

We've been walking for about forty minutes, just leisurely strolling and taking in the sights and sounds, the crunching of our feet being the only conversation, and a gentle squeeze of our entwined fingers being our only communication. When we come to a fork in the road, we simply look at each other raise our eyebrows; then with a smile, we continue to our left.

Suddenly I hear what I've been looking for before I see it. My chest heaves under my deep, knowing sigh as I relax further into the moment. And as we emerge from the thick, dense undergrowth, I hear the sweetest sound that has struck my eardrums in weeks: Edward gasps in amazement. His fingers tighten eagerly around my hand, and without even glancing in his direction, I feel his chest heave strongly as his body starts to vibrate in awe and excitement.

After all the time we've been caught up in the dim, dense thickness of the forest, we have now stepped wondrously into a sun-filled opening. Having to let our eyes adjust momentarily, we gaze in excitement and awe. My eyes flutter closed as I breathe deeply into my lungs, giving myself a second to download this moment to long term memory.

The shade of the trees is lighter, enabling the sun to filter through in the most delicious way. The colors bounce and textures dance. The grass beneath our feet is soft and supple, stretching out forever over little hills and valleys as they surround this amazing rock-edged watering hole. And in astonishment, we stare in admiration as this huge waterfall rushes forcefully down from the highest peak, consuming our hearing, making our ears hum in agreement as the thunderous cascade of water plays like a finely conducted orchestra into the pool below.

I glance over at Edward as I watch his moist, tired eyes dart back and forth in wonder and amazement. Then slowly he turns to return my gaze. Our eyes move slowly but surely between each other's, and my heart melts as I watch the excitement dance behind his dark orbs, noticing in that split second that this wondrous place was made for my boy as his forest greens and copper red melt exquisitely into our surroundings.

Then he breaks his silence as a hushed whisper slowly gushes from his moistened lips.

"Jasper... Oh my God… I… I… I have never seen anything more beautiful than this."

And as I squeeze his hand, gently thinking to myself, I have you, babe! You! I nod my head in reply.

Regaining my composure, I straighten myself and cough softly to get Edward's attention. I point in the direction of the rock path and stairway leading down to the water. I take his hand as we tread carefully down to the next level. The rocks are slippery from the spray of the waterfall, but as we take it slow and easy, one step at a time, we make it down safely in one piece. Now being level with the waterhole, the rock formation surrounds and cocoons us. The rushing thunder from the fall is the background music, and the spray is our only interruption from the sun's rays.

I find a shady spot where the grass is soft, though a little moist, and I unroll the blanket, throwing our towels to the side. I have to bend a little because of the rock jutting out overhead forming an umbrella from the spray of the falls. Setting the cooler aside, I remove my jacket. Turning towards Edward, I smile crazily. His jacket is thrown to the ground as he now eagerly sits on the edge of the blanket removing his socks and sneakers.

Gotta love my eager boy.

He eyes the area shyly and cautiously, and I raise my eyebrow in his direction questioningly. He turns to stare at me, and as his tired, damp eyes search mine, I ask, "What's up, sweetness? You OK?" He nods, but his eyes still dart in curiosity. So I worriedly ask, "What do you need, babe? Is there something wrong?" He shakes his head slowly from side to side, letting me know that he's fine, but his wary eyes still dart between us and the water.

And then it dawns on me, and I realize the battle going on in his worried little head. Once my boots and socks are nestled by my side on the grass, I stand, wrapping my arms tenderly around his slim waist. Kissing his forehead softly, I inform him joyfully, "Babe, we are all alone. If you feel the need to remove your jeans and go for a dip, feel free. There's no one here to disturb us." And with that information tucked securely away, he gives his surroundings one last glance before frantically removing his t-shirt and jeans and running freely like a fucking four-year-old towards the water.

I sit on the blanket, having removed my own shirt, but needing to feel my way through the moment before I release myself of my jeans. I watch as Edward plays. Yep! You heard me right: plays. He's swimming back and forth between the rock edges, sometimes sinking under only to return to the surface to spit a fountain of water from his beautiful, full lips. And as he watches me watch him, he smiles a small, gleeful smirk, turning up the corners off his mouth. His eyes dance and sparkle as he brings his lean, long hands up to his forehead, only to push them into his fucked up red hair, gliding it back, letting the water run smoothly down the contours of his back.

Fuck he's so hot.

I swallow hard as I watch him. My eyes follow every move he makes, no matter how small or unimportant. This man before me. Yes, Man! I said it; cause that is what he now is, a beautiful, outstanding man. Always my boy, but still a man. Well anyway, this beautiful man is the most intriguing person I have ever known, and God knows I've known him forever. I've watched as he's grown and blossomed to becoming the most loving, caring, understanding creature God has ever graced this planet with. And I know just being in his presence has made me want to be a better person as well.

It still astonishes me that he chose me to join him on this journey. It still amazes me at times that he still keeps my sorry ass around. Sometimes I think it's just to open tight lids on jars or take out the heavy trash, but other times I see it in his forest greens, I sense it in his touch. But I hope one day to see it through his eyes, and maybe he'll explain it all to me more clearly, cause shit knows I don't get it, and at times, I wonder if I even deserve it.

I jump with a yelp, looking confusedly around. I hear Edward giggle from the water's edge. Looking down on him, his head and shoulders are the only body parts I can see as he smiles widely, leaning his chin on his folded arms in front of him. Droplets of water drip from his red locks onto his face, making me swallow hard. As I follow the little sexy streams flowing freely down and over the muscles of his face, over his strong brow, the bridge of his nose, the curve of his cheekbones and the square of his jaw, they disappear down his lean, long neck and over his strong muscled shoulders. And after I rein in my lust for this boy and the effect he has on me, I smile brightly down on him as I watch the water behind him splash and spray from the kicking of his long legs.

He looks so happy and peaceful. I can now see the youthful look of the boy I once knew shining back at me. For a minute, he's out of his head. There's no worries in his bright eyes. His complexion is smooth and untainted. And that image makes me melt. My heart soars and skips every other beat as it tries to rebuild its broken structure. My chest tightens with the possiblity of recovering from this nightmare of a fuckery. I just need to get him to understand; and I need him to open up and talk to me, as I do him. He needs to start listening to my words, and if he won't do that, I'll get him to watch my actions and convictions.

As he tilts his head cutely to the side making me sigh deeply, he inquires, "Babe, are you coming in?" I smile widely before I answer. "Don't you think we should eat first? I made us lunch!"

His brow frowns as he pouts like a four-year-old then squeaks out, "But?"

I chuckle loudly. "No buts, Edward! You need to keep your strength up if you're going to swim for the next few hours, and knowing you, you probably will!" And as I let my eyebrows sternly rise, he obediently raises himself out of the water.

And as my lustful eyes drink him in, my body can't help itself but shudder with desire and need for him. I turn my back to him abruptly, sucking fast gulps of air into my lungs, letting my eyes close, momentarily adjusting the hardening bulge in my now overly tight and uncomfortable jeans.

Bending to retrieve a towel for my boy, and who are we kidding, giving myself a God damn minute to recover from my teenage urges, I feel like I'm losing it. My God damn mind is in turmoil, spinning out of control. With Edward and me unable to be intimate in such a long time, I feel my nerves are on edge. My body tingles at the mere sound of his fucking velvet voice, and seriously, it fucking hurts when the wind blows, cause I end up with a God damn hard on. So to say I'm a horny fucker right now would be an understatement, so the fact that I have to control myself should not come as a surprise to anyone.

Turning, I throw him the towel as he stands all fucking soaking wet and gorgeous. I lick my lips nervously. My fingers tingle in anticipation, wanting to reach out and touch his shimmering skin, recalling to memory how his touch and feel felt under my caress. I gulp hard, sucking back saliva, trying my best to coat my now dry throat as he stands wrapping himself in the towel.

My eyes catch his stare. He has noticed my lustful gawking, and now my body shivers in anxiety. I don't want to scare him. I don't want to make him anxious. I never want him to think that I only want his body, and am not taking any of the fucking incident under consideration. I only want him to understand that I'm willing to wait, I'm able to be patient, and that I'll never push him into something that he doesn't want to do. I'm a horny fucker, but I'm trying my best not to be a douche.

After drying off, and with his towel firmly wrapped around his slim, lean hips, he takes a seat on the blanket next to me as I reach for the cooler. I offer him a beer, and he raises his eyebrows in my direction, but not without me noticing that he took the fucker a little too quickly and eagerly for my liking, right out of my God damn hand. "What?" I inquire with a smirk.

"We are driving today, right? Cause I didn't see you carrying a tent over your shoulder as we walked," he counters.

And with that in mind, I sheepishly answer, "Yes, babe, we're going to be doing a little more driving today to get to where we need to be, but I knew we would be here for a few hours, so I didn't think a beer or two would kill us. If you prefer, I do have sodas. Would you like one?" I watch as his throat downs the contents of the ice cold bottle, and I have to once again close my eyes and breathe deeply into my strangled lungs.

I hear him reply with a chuckle, "Naah, this is delicious. I'm good for now."

When we've finished our sandwiches and most of our beer, we lie back, taking in the sun's rays and the forest noises. And as I lie there, I try to let my mind rest and somewhat forgive myself for lusting and wanting after my poor boy, kicking myself mentally for being unable to rein in my urges. I have to close my eyes and bite my lip, cause God damn it, I'm unable to do so, and I hate myself a little more for it.

Suddenly I feel a slight tug on my fingers. Glancing down without raising my head, I watch through my lashes happily as Edward entwines his shaky fingers with mine. My heart beats joyfully in my chest as I watch in wonder as my boy sneaks his fingers under my palm. Glancing over, letting my eyes rest on his glorious face as the sun bounces off his fucked up red hair, I sigh deeply with contentment. I watch him gleefully as he plays with my fingers.

I'm not making it easy for him. I'm letting him work for my attention, so as he pushes each finger between mine, I turn my face back to the sun and smirk. And finally his lean long fingers come to rest wrapped in my own, and I swear I can feel his pulse pound loudly on his palm as it comes in contact with mine, matching the drum beat that rumbles under my skin. So lying back, I let the orchestra inside me take over and play the most beautiful music as we relax into the moment.

After about thirty minutes of lying in my peaceful heaven, I'm pulled abruptly from it as Edward eagerly rises, informing me that it's time to return to the water. And within a few seconds, the water splashes as his lean body cuts through its peaceful calmness. Downing the last of my beer, I decide to join my boy. I stand hurriedly and remove my jeans, my excitement growing as I listen to Edward laugh loudly from the water. His beautiful symphony echos throughout our little cocoon, and within a seconds, I'm making my own splashes right along side him, the water feeling cool and soothing as my body cuts through it.

After swimming around for a while, Edward and I having a little fun challenging each other to a few races and diving experiments, and of course, the God of all challenges and bets, who can hold their breath the longest. I won two out of three, but who am I to gloat? I think sticking my tongue out at Edward and childishly singing the Na Na Na Na song was payback enough.

I pull myself up onto the side, resting my wet ass on the hot rocks. I lean back on my hands and watch as Edward continues to enjoy himself happily swimming and splashing, diving and spitting fountains out his beautiful plump lips. My eyes fall upon him, and my heart skips a few more beats.

The sight of him enchants me - it makes me whole and happy. My mind spins with the knowledge that he is the best part of me, and always will be.

He has the ability to reach inside me, and drag the foremost greatness from my very heart and soul. And if it God damn kills me, I'll fight every day to let him understand what he's done to me and what he means to me.

I'm taken out of my musing by wet hands softly touching my now hot outer thighs. As I gaze down upon my beautiful smiling boy, I grin widely in return, watching his dark green eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Then suddenly his eyes divert, and my brows furrow in confusion. Reaching out, I place my fingers under his chin, tenderly bringing his view back to my face before inquiring. "What's up, sweetness? Are you tired? Do you want to leave?"

I give myself a few seconds to look around, noticing that it is still early in the afternoon, and the sun is still high in the sky, enabling us to bask in its warmth and enchantment for at least a few more hours before we have to leave.

And as I bring my hand up to cover my eyes and shade them from the brightness of the sun, I hear it.

"Jasper?"

His shaky nervous whisper feels like a vise wrapped tightly around my weakened heart, and my soul sadly cries at the knowledge that it's about to receive. So taking a deep, quivering breath, I place a soft touch on my frightened boy's shoulder, hoping to let whatever confidence I have left sink into him so he may continue.

But before my eyes find his, he hurriedly gushes out on a short flow of air, " I'm scared."

Our eyes meet, as though for the first time. They dart frantically between us, both full of wonder, hope, curiosity, faith, love, cautiousness, bewilderment and pain.

But as our damp, dark eyes search for answers, I'm unable to say a word. I just stare like in a weakened state as my poor, hurt, tired boy bobs between my thighs, begging me to give him a chance. His dark orbs urge me to listen to what he needs to say to hopefully unburden his heavy chest. So all I can do right now is give him my utmost attention.

As he pulls himself to me, he wraps his arms around my waist, placing his cheek on my chest as I gather him into my embrace, folding my arms around his neck, feeling him relax somewhat into my hold before he goes on.

" I don't want to lose you, Jasper. I... I... don't know what I'd d...do... but I'm scared, baby. I... I... I've never been this scared before."

And as I fight the falling teardrops, I place a single soft kiss in his fucked up hair as I squeeze him a little tighter to me.

" I... I... I try to hide it, and I'm so...sor...sorry, cause I know that you can see it. Y...y...you see everything, Jasper. I know you do. B...but... the thought that it hurts you so bad kills me. I... I... don't mean to hurt you. I... I... would never knowingly do that. Can you forgive me, baby? Please say you can."

And as I'm thanking everything that will listen that his hair is wet so he can't feel my falling tears, I nod into his sticky, damp head, unable to trust my own voice.

" I thought I... I... was nev...never... going to see you again. I... I... thought h...he... was going to kill me if I didn't do what he... wanted. But I couldn't, Jas...Jasper. I couldn't do what he wanted, even if my life depended on it. I couldn't... live with myself if I had... So I was prepared to die."

As his sobs echo off the rocks, I pull him closer to me, feeling his hot, sweaty, nervous breath fan my now cooling chest.

"I love you, Jasper. You're the best part of me. Y...you... you get me; you always have. And I... I want us to get back to being us. I don't want to b..be scared anymore. I need y...your help. Will you help me... Jasper? Please?"

And as I let my tears freely flow and my sobs escape my lungs, I feel my body tremble and shiver as I listen to Edward's pained cries hum within my ears. His blunt nails dig somewhat painfully into the tight skin and muscles of my back as my fingertips grip onto his flesh like my life depended on it - and really it does, cause this boy is my life.

He continues with heavy breaths and sputtered sobs. "Wh...when we ge...get back, I'm going to call my dad a...and ask him to recommend some...someone for me to talk to. I... I think that's... wh..what I need. Don't you?"

And as I'm finding it hard to breathe and control my emotions, I once again nod vigorously into his hair.

" I... I can't live without you... Jasper. The thought terrifies me. It makes my heart hurt."

As I bring a shaky hand up to wipe his sticky hair from his forehead, knowing it's driving him crazy right now. The boy's got a problem, remember, a big problem. I tenderly press my lips to his sweaty skin inhaling his heavenly scent and hopefully a little of his fear.

And then in surprise, he releases himself from my hold. He bobs back in the water, bringing his own wet hands back to swipe away the stray hairs that have fallen over his dark eyes, and as he glaces up at me, he takes a deep breath as he announces, "Jasper, you're my world; you know that right?"

I nod slowly this time, regaining a little of my composure.

"I want us to fight this. I want us to get through this. I don't want him to win. And I know if I keep this up, that's what I'm letting him do.

"I don't know where he is, and I really don't give a fuck right now." He raises his eyebrows sternly. "I hope whatever you've done to him or with him does not come back and haunt us."

I raise my eyebrow at him questioningly before he continues. "But if it does, we'll stand by each other and fight if we have to."

As I open my mouth, not knowing what I'm really going to say or how to answer him. He places his fingers on my lips, letting me know he really doesn't want to know before he continues. And I'm happy to let him do so, cause I really don't think I've heard my baby speak this much in the last few weeks, and I've really missed it.

"I miss you, Jasper. My soul and heart are lonely without you in them. I want to make this right. I'm not saying that it will happen today, or even tomorrow, but I want you by my side as I get through this. Can you do that for me? Can you find it in your heart? Which I know I have broken daily. But can you help me?"

Pulling him to me, I crush my lips to his without words. I'm trying to tell him that I agree wholeheartedly with what he has said, and hopefully inform him that my heart and soul are also lonely without him.

And as my mind replays his every word and action, my heart skips a beat upon realizing that every sentence included the word 'us,' meaning me, meaning we, meaning together. And I couldn't be happier.

I feel his fingers sneakily playing in my hair as he drags my face closer to his. He pulls himself up into me, making me have to cup his wet boxer-clad ass to keep him steady. He pushes forward, rubbing himself roughly into my now hardening cock. With one hand still in my hair, he wraps the other around the back of my neck, holding on to my shoulders. He pulls back, making me release a slight whimper from my lips, and he devilishly smirks before proceeding to plant soft, tender kisses all over my face. His moist lips glide across my cheekbones, eyelids, the bridge of my nose, just before his hot tongue comes out and licks the shell of my ear, making me shudder and groan deep in my chest. My head starts to spin as I feel his clothed dick rub seductively over my own. My nails dig hungrily into his supple flesh. His butt cheeks tighten and relax in the palms of my hands.

Next thing I know, he's crawling up me, pulling himself out of the water with the help of my weight as I lean back, giving him access to my naked chest as his beautiful lips suck and slurp eagerly over my longing torso. My sweaty hands travel his muscled back as my eager hips roll up into him. He growls deeply, and the amazing sound echoes within the rocks. Our kissing is angry and wanton. Our hands and fingers grip, slide, pull and tug on each other's skin.

As he pulls on my hair, pushing my head into the soft grass, his lips release me as he moans my name into the air. "Fuck! Jasper I need you! I need more! I need something!" And with that, I roll him so his back now lays flat against the moistened ground. I move swiftly and eagerly to remove his wet boxers, and I gasp in awe, for at last my hungry eyes fall lustfully upon my beautiful boy's naked glorious body.

His chest heaves in anticipation. I watch in wonder as his abs deliciously clench under my fingertips. Bending down, I let my tongue drag gingerly along his roped muscles, tasting his salt and flavor. Inhaling deeply, my head spins as my throat dries. Letting my lips follow his happy trail, I seductively take his soft trimmed hair between my teeth and pull gently. I feel his body tremble with the need to be touched. I feel the goose bumps climb and play upon his beautiful pale skin.

And as I reach the promised land, I glide my nose over his length, sucking his heavenly scent deep into my lungs. I place my hands on his hips, encouraging him to stay put, but it's been too long. There's been way to much time in between, and knowing that, I let my mouth engulf his feverish cock.

And my name glides deliciously off his tongue in hot gushes. 'Jasper, oh. Fuck, baby, I've missed you!"

His legs fall limp to his sides as I climb swiftly in between them. I let my hands gently travel his inner thighs. My fingertips dance softly on his heated skin as I listen to the grunts, growls and lustful pants leave his beautiful mouth.

I take him deep, feeling him hit the back of my throat, humming loudly at the sensation as his hips buck eagerly into my awaiting lips. Placing my forearms on either side of his body, I release him a little from my deep throat, giving him a second to adjust. Bringing one of my hands down now that I'm stable, I roughly roll his balls in the palm of my hand, and as my finger comes in contact with his hole, he bucks frantically into my mouth.

I massage him gently, circling his outer rim tenderly as my palm plays with both balls simultaneously. His hips buck as his fingers find purchase in the soft grass around us and my hair. He tugs eagerly, his hands shaking uncontrollably. His breathing becomes shallow and deep. I watch through hooded eyes and heavy lashes as my boy's body ripples with desire and lust.

The sucking and slurping sounds are creepily eerie as they vibrate off the rocks that surround us. It's like porn in stereo as it coats our sweaty bodies, sinking into our every pore. As I press forward, I break the barrier of his now relaxed hole, not wanting to thrust too hard, and unable to will myself to go further with no lube, I tenderly let my finger ease gently in to the first knuckle.

My heart stops as he tenses beneath me. But without another thought, I suck harder and massage his entrance a little more carefully, not wanting to hurt him, but wanting and longing to bring forth some form of release.

And as I let my throat tighten around his girth, I feel his cock pound and pulse in my mouth. His hands tug in my hair, and his nails scrape my scalp; and as he releases my name into the hot afternoon air, his release explodes in my mouth, coating my tongue and throat, and I savor it, I consume it, I cherish every God damn drop.

After licking him clean, I raise myself above him. His eyes are dark and wondrous, his skin is flushed and glowing, and as hot, heavy pants of air leave his straining lungs, he smiles wearily, his eyes dancing in the sunlight.

All I can do is lean in and attack his beautiful swollen lips with my own. He moans at the taste of his own flavor on my tongue. His hands find my butt cheeks thrusting my now engorged cock against him.

As I pull back, he looks confused, but I give him a reassuring smile before I rise to my feet, ignoring my overly fucking hard as hell cock. Slipping on my jeans, I pull Edward to his feet, and as I wrap my arms around his waist, I try my best to explain.

"Honey, that was for you. You needed it, and I wanted to give it to you. I've missed you so much."

He pulls me closer to him, placing a tender kiss on my parted lips as he whispers into my mouth. "Missed you too, baby. Thank you, and you were oh so right - I did need that."

And as I kiss him back gently, I rest my forehead against his before I continue.

"Babe, I'm sorry to bring our beautiful day to an end, but we really need to get back on the road soon. And we do have a walk ahead of us before we reach the bike."

And as he helps me fold the blanket and roll the towels, he inquires excitedly, "How far to the bed and breakfast?"

Turning to him, I raise my eyebrows questioningly, "About another hour, maybe a little more. Why?"

And as he eyes me apprehensively, he whispers, "I need a shower, babe." And as he wraps his arms around me, tenderly sucking my earlobe between his teeth, his hot breath fanning the side of my face, he continues, "And I'd like you to join me."

So within seconds, we're climbing the rock steps, finding the gravel pathway and making our way - not so leisurely this time - through the forest towards the bike, a little more joyful and hopeful than when we entered.

And I have a God damn shower with my boy waiting for me at the end of this fucking trip!

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