A/N

These boys don't belong to me cause if they did then I wouldn't have the time to write..SM has that pleasure.

Thank you to everyone that reads and reviews- it still amazes me that this little story has caught your interest.

A huge thank you to my wonderful Beta Deβra Anne, without her I would be lost- the woman is on vacation and still found the time to make this chapter look good. And for that I will be forever grateful.

And last but not least a big thank you to the amazing Prassacut author of Roads: For pre-reading this chapter. And once again if you haven't read the story please do so now- you will not be disappointed.

So now that I am a day late and a dollar short- for which I hope you all forgive me- lets get on with the story and go see what...

Mr Edward and Jasper Hale-Cullen along with their new friend Mrs Sweeney have been getting up to...

Upon my return, I let the door close loudly behind me, feeling the need to have my presence known, notably forewarning them of my arrival.

'We wouldn't want anyone jumping to the conclusion that I would intentionally eavesdrop on a private conversation now, would we?

I laugh childishly at my own expense, feeling the need to take this opportunity to interject a little of my own humor, and maybe try my best to lighten the mood somewhat- with the awesomeness of my infamous Ricky Ricardo impersonation.

As I yell out sarcastically, in my best, cleverest - but somewhat silly - Cuban accent.

"Hunnie - I'm - hooooome!"

I smile madly as my ears buzz - their mixed giggles and soft laughter float like feathers in the air around me. A sense of overwhelming serenity fills my weary heart, making my pulse pound rapidly throughout my once-lethargic chest - and for the first time in weeks, I am able to fucking breathe effortlessly.

My once-dormant organs drum frantically within my newly awakened body. The sensation tingles within me, keeping me alert and vigilant as tiny goose bumps dance like raindrops upon my ever-expressive skin. The mere thought of Edward and me finally heading the in right direction fills me with enthusiasm and conviction.

I inhale deeply, stealing this moment for myself, letting the wonder and awe wash over me, enabling me to drown in its tranquility. Edward's laughter plays like a symphony for my soul, making my tired, sore eyes flutter closed.

Inhaling deeply, I give in to the sensation of his soft velvet tones - shades of blues, greens and yellows -dance delicately behind my heavy lids.

Shit, is this happiness I feel? It's been so Goddamn long, I can't fucking remember.

I listen attentively as Mrs. Sweeney playfully orders Edward, in her soft voice, to fill the wine glasses. His childish huffing makes me smile, as in my mind, I imagine her pointing a short, plump finger in his direction, barking out her demands and making him snort playfully like a spoiled brat. And in return, she scolds him jovially.

My skin starts to tingle and flush with anticipation and promise, as my fingers twitch in excitement around the plastic bag carrying Mrs. Sweeney's fucking crusty Italian bread. You know me, guys, always the fucking optimist - OK! OK! Well maybe not always - but at least I fucking try - you have to give me points for fucking trying. Right

But the atmosphere that fills the space seems lighter and humorous. Their schoolyard antics flow excitingly throughout the summer night's heat and tap dance deliciously in my weary eardrums, making me grin foolishly to myself. As I said before people always the fucking optimist!

I'm grinning to myself, pleased at the thought of Edward finally being at peace after his confession - though hard and somewhat gut wrenching to hear, yet completely understandable. I knew exactly where he was coming from - his fear of me not being there for him was mirrored in my dream - or should I say fucking nightmare - of him no longer wanting me. So to judge him for his misunderstandings and misgivings would be hypocritical on my part - there is no guilt to be felt and nothing to forgive. That 'incident,' or fucking situation, caused us both to completely mind fuck. Alec Volturi, the bastard that he is, played us well, causing dormant fears to raise their ugly heads - but from this day forth, we're determined to move forward, hoping with all my heart that our love, faith and endurance will get us through.

I do my utmost to look nonchalant – Remember, I only said I try to be optimistic; try being the operative word here, guys - but feel the need to force myself, as I've lost the ability to be confident where Edward is concerned. This fuckery has stolen and crushed whatever confidence I had left, and the thought that I need to fight to achieve it pisses me the hell off even more.

Still feeling the need to impersonate, I push myself forward, striding awkwardly but playfully into the deliciously aroma-filled kitchen. A wide smile is planted firmly in place, and the hopes and dreams for a new future are tucked securely in my back pocket. I swing the plastic bag between my fingers, acting more like a school kid myself rather than a full-grown-ass man.

Mrs. Sweeney stops what she's doing abruptly and eyes the bag knowingly, then smirks devilishly before asking, "You found it okay, I see! Hmmm... Ricky?" She raises her wicked eyebrow in my direction. So without any hesitation on my part, I shoot her a sideways glance, and a returning smirk of my own, accompanying it with a wicked knowing wink as I eye her amusedly.

'You really underestimated this little old lady, didn't you, Mr. Hale-Cullen?'

Her nervous eyes dart around the kitchen, her sparkling baby blues propelling frantically between Edward's confused gaze and my knowing stare. She's wearing a look of guilt - terrified at being caught or maybe misunderstood. The shame written all over her round, weathered, flushed face makes me grin a little smugly at her discomfort. The anxiety causes her to nervously smooth her apron before running her fingers through her short, silver hair, drawing deep shaky breaths into her lungs. But as she straightens herself, she sneakily smiles up at me, and her plump cheeks redden even deeper as those baby blues start to shimmer with mischief and she childishly bats her delicate lashes in my direction.

Raising a surprised eyebrow, I scold jeeringly: "Stop that, Mrs. Sweeney, it won't work on me. I'm gay! And married! Remember?"

Her ringing laughter is intoxicating; it fills the room with warmth and comfort. And as I listen attentively, Edward decides to accompany her in her merriment, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame in his direction. I eye Edward longingly for the first time since my return, watching in amusement as he obediently pours the wine into the glasses. We both nod in understanding. His forest greens sparkle with hope and ambition, making me smile widely at the beauty and strength that is he and he alone.

His face is light and smooth, taking on the youthful look of our teenage years, and as he laughs along with Mrs. Sweeney, his head thrown back, neck stretched to the ceiling. I can't help but join them, and within seconds, our wondrous giggles, chuckles and hearty laughter fill the kitchen once more.

Approaching Mrs. Sweeney, I watch in amusement as she tenses slightly, making me smirk. I'm surprised that my appearance still somewhat and in some way intimidates her - plus the fact she's under the impression that I'm a little angry right now - making her a little anxious and uncomfortable.

Wanting to soothe her nerves and not cause the nice old broad a fucking heart attack, I slow my actions. My palms face her in surrender as I carefully, but tenderly, wrap her in my warm embrace. And as I hug her tight, her head rests and relaxes into my soothing touch, and I feel her body calm. Squeezing her to me softly, I speak low but firm, trying desperately to disguise the humor in my tone, doing my best to forge disapproval at her actions, but also wanting to convey my gratitude for her meddling loving ways. "I found it just fine, Mrs. Sweeney. Your directions were dead on. However, I'm assuming that you already knew that! Didn't you?"

Pulling her tighter, I ask questioningly, but playfully, "So what did you guys get up to in my absence? I hope you both behaved yourselves. Edward didn't give you any trouble now, did he?"

I kiss the top of her head as she sighs deeply and squeezes me back tenderly before letting me continue.

"But I have to say you guys did well, cause something smells really delicious. Is it time to eat yet? I'm sure Edward has warned you that I'm a growing boy, and if it ain't nailed down, I'll eat it."

She giggles softly into my jacket, and my breath hitches as I feel a gentle, moist kiss damping my t-shirt as it's placed upon my chest. Pulling her back, I stare into her overly-concerned, loving eyes watching as the corner to her pink lips curl up slowly, giving me a small, warm, understanding smile.

And as our eyes dart between each other's and a sense of peace floods me, I return her gaze, hoping to convey my gratitude and thankfulness for her uninvited but utmost appreciated meddling. Her damp sparkling orbs flutter closed and as she exhales deeply and returns my stare, I word silently, 'Thank you,' and with that, she nods knowingly and releases me from her hold.

I turn on my heels, placing the bread on the counter, trying my best to regain a little of my lost composure as I happily think to myself, Mrs. Sweeney might be a pushy old broad - but fuck does she know her shit. Note to self: Never underestimate the power and wisdom of age and pushy old fucking broads.

To have someone who gets it is huge. God only knows how long I've waited for this moment to arrive. Edward's happiness is all I've ever wanted. I made him a promise years ago to always try my best to put it first, and Goddamn it, if it kills me, I will not renege on that fucking promise.

The thought that Alec fucking Volturi tried to steal our happiness burns me up inside, making my blood boil and my heart turn cold and harden. It pisses me off to feel like this. I want my happy back, Goddamn it. I'm determined to fucking fight for it, no matter what, and with Mrs. Sweeney's assistance, I'll do my best to achieve it.

Fuck knows this shit can change in a heartbeat. I'm not going to lie; I'm scared fucking shitless right now. I have to remind myself to be always on my toes, and at least somewhat guarded. I don't think my poor heart can take much more off this crap or heartbreak. I really think I've filled my quota for a lifetime, if you know what I mean.

I'm taken out of my disturbing musing abruptly, silently kicking myself for letting the bastard invade my happy thoughts. As I hear their laughter continue, my heart lifts and I gladly push my hateful memories to the back of my weary mind.

Mrs. Sweeney eyes me curiously, sensing my inner turmoil and mind fuck. But I'm paying her stare no mind. Letting her push me gently to the side, her forceful shove makes me move quickly as my eyes widen in dread when I realize she possess one sharp-ass bread knife. She swings it in the air playfully between her fat little fingers, pointing it in my direction, doing her best to be threatening.

I make her laugh again as I act fearful, taking a jump back and letting loose a girly yelp. Edward giggles from behind me and as I shoot him a stern glare. I take a few steps further back with the understanding that this would not be the right time to fuck with this very smart, very scary- little old lady.

Feeling his heat and sensing his presence, I turn slowly, just in time to watch Edward pull up behind me. His warm hands slip firmly around my neck, his fingers finding purchase in my curls, as he pulls me closer to him. His blunt nails scratch lightly over my heated goose-bumped skin, and the sensation makes me groan softly as my mind loses all coherent thoughts and my dick does a happy dance in my pants. Smiling devilishly, I listen as Mrs. Sweeney giggles like a schoolgirl from her pervy perch off to our side.

I'm somewhat amused with the thought that there's still some life left in the old broad after all.

Returning my mind's attention back to my boy, I eye him curiously, and as his happy damp eyes flutter closed, his face turns upwards. His willing lips seek mine as he pulls me closer, gripping me tighter into his strong embrace, making me determined to cut his search short and not keep him waiting any longer. I eagerly find his awaiting pout.

I press my mouth tenderly upon his, and as our now eager, hungry, moist lips meet, a soft moan releases from both our jaded chests. Tired limbs weaken, and bones turn to mush as we rejoice in this heavenly connection. This kiss is tender, soft, slow and longing, stealing my breath and restarting my weary, damaged heart.

His tongue leisurely swipes along my bottom lip, and I feel my now hard cock twitch joyfully in my overly tight jeans, his heat and excitement release an eager groan from us both. My breath hitches as his hands wander over my shoulders, firmly slipping my jacket off, letting it fall to the floor.

His eager fingers travel down my back, making me shiver slightly. Goose bumps dance deliciously over my overly heated skin. Every nerve is jumping for joy, waving frantically, wanting nothing more than to have his tender touch glide seductively in their direction.

A small, soft, moist moan vibrates from deep in his chest, making my lips quiver at the sensation. A gush of air rushes from my lungs, and with one swift move, he covers my gaping mouth with his and steals my breath.

I feel his fingers trace my tattoo as he sighs wantonly onto my awaiting tongue. Bringing my hands up, I cup his head, making him lean effortlessly to the side, enabling me to slip my tongue further to the back of his awaiting, wanting throat. And as he moans deeply, he continues to leisurely and somewhat hypnotically finger my tat, causing me to relax and melt to him even more. I feel his other hand wrap around me tighter, pulling me firmly, enabling him to press his now hard cock solidly to mine. The sensation makes my head slightly spin as a slow building growl rumbles within my now not so weary chest. It's a small move to some, but at this moment, it means so fucking much.

My arms wrap around him tightly, making him rise slightly off the ground. Resting on the tips of his toes, his chest leans firm and strong against mine, as my hands cup his supple butt, pulling him closer. My engorged cock finds purchase against his. The rough denim extinguishes the need - but not the want - as my fingers slip slowly into the back pockets of his jeans, digging my blunt fingernails into his awaiting flesh.

And as his plump lips leave mine and wander my jaw and cheek, he finds my earlobe. Biting down gently, he whispers seductively, "Jasper, later, please?"

And as my eyes dampen and flutter slowly closed, realizing the fuckery that is now my life, my only response is to nod, listening as he repeats his request determinedly. " You Promise?" And yet again, all I can do is nod, wrapping myself in his warmth and pulling him tighter longingly.

We're taken out of our sex-hazed musing as Mrs. Sweeney giggles softly, punctuating it with a small cough. We both eye her devilishly, and somewhat embarrassed, our cheeks flushed due to our internal heat and want for one another.

However, her nod and knowing smile reassure us of her understanding. Her grin widens as her damp eyes dart anxiously between ours. She raises an eyebrow while inquiring smugly, "Ready?"

We both eye each other curiously. I raise my eyebrow seductively at Edward - cause fuck knows I'm always ready! - before we both return our gaze to her somewhat childishly.

And as the look of understanding crosses her plump, flushed face, she smirks knowingly before repeating her proposal somewhat shakily. "Dinner, boys! Are you ready to eat?"

And with that, we're all laughing joyfully. Mrs. Sweeney taps my arm, feigning disgust before meeting my stare and smirking appreciatively.

As we fuss and settle, the aromas deliciously dance across the table. Dishes are passed while food is served and our glasses clink. The conversation is light and amusing - questions regarding family and friends and inquires about our schooling and employment. And as much as Mrs. Sweeney finds interest in us, the little old lady has lived a few lifetimes of her own, making for some entertaining banter - her travels and strifes enthralling and captivating. And with each word she speaks or picture she paints, my respect for this adventurous old lady grows by leaps and bounds.

Our laughter fills the kitchen as our new found familiarity enables us to joke and jest at each other's expense. I take this opportunity to glance around the table. Edward smiles widely. His eyes sparkle with mirth, and as I reach out, I let my fingertips trace the soft skin covering the knuckles of his right hand. His fingers twitch under my touch, and as his white smile bites down gently, but playfully, imprisoning his plump bottom lip, his eyes slowly close with lashes fanning his reddened cheeks. My fingers entwine with his, and as our eyes meet, I blow him a silent, tender kiss.

Mrs. Sweeney smiles fondly when she catches my stare, nodding in understanding. Her eyes sparkle and dance with fondness and merriment as her chubby cheeks flush deep crimson. A teasing wink catches me by surprise as she mouths the silent words, "It's all good, Jasper."

I smile fondly in her direction. The woman is a force to be reckoned with. She hasn't missed a beat, all the while matching us drink for drink - and believe me when I say it's flowing freely. The wine is long forgotten, and a bottle of Mr. Sweeney's best bourbon has made its way magically to the table.

Well, maybe not so fucking magically. The old broad nearly killed herself, or at least broke her butt on her quest to find the fucking thing. I watched curiously as she scurried somewhat shakily across the kitchen floor, having to jump to my feet abruptly as I watched dumbfounded as her portly body attempted to pull a chair over toward a high awaiting cupboard, finding myself on my feet and by her side in seconds.

I chuckle to myself comically as I watch Mrs. Sweeney try her shaky best to mount the kitchen chair. Arguing with her playfully, explaining that I could never live with myself if something bad ever happened or she mistakenly caused herself any shape or form of bodily harm. I beg her to let me retrieve the bottle, and for her to sit back down at the table, as Edward desperately needs her company.

Eying him sternly, I try my best to convey my need for his help, so he calls her name childishly.

She turns her attention to him as he flutters his lashes all puppy dog like, making her smile gleefully, and I swear I see her swoon.

I huff playfully- as I roll my eyes sarcastically in his direction. 'I swear the boy forgets he's gay sometimes.'

The remainder of the night plays out peacefully. Sally! Oh yeah! You heard me right. Sally, AKA Mrs. Sweeney, has continued to capture our hearts with her loving, although a little drunken, ways and entertaining banter. Every now and then, I see her reach for Edward. As he smiles at her pleasantly, their eyes meet and sparkle in their no-longer so secret understanding.

And as I pause to daydream, watching in wonder and awe this jigsaw puzzle that is now us - as slowly but surely and at times painfully - reconnects. Since this fuckery began, I've sometimes felt like I'm living my own personal game of Tetris - always trying to make the pieces fit and the colors match, the burden of which has had me in a constant state of awareness - always anxious and a whole Goddamn lot on edge. But tonight's accomplishments are immeasurable. I feel my body relax and my soul soar.

Sally, with her undying words of wisdom and perpetual understanding, has given us that hope. Her want and need to see us whole - accompanied with a tender, soft, motherly voice - enchants and demands our utmost attention. And as we listen in awe, she advises in kind. Her melodic words are caring and concerned - pulling from past experiences and life mistakes. Her voice rises and falls, whispers and waves, her emotions sometimes getting the better of her. Her lips quiver as she swallows hard. Her voice strains with need, trying to make us understand and comprehend.

She urges us to take note and accept, deduce and distinguish- She begs for patience and faith, hope and love. She longs for us to remember and always reminisce - asking us to take heart as she explains in detail what she has observed when we think no one else is looking.

She asks hard questions while demanding honest answers. Edward and I sit side by side, leaning on each other for strength and reassurance. Unbeknownst to me, my arm slides tenderly along the back of his chair, caressing his shoulder lovingly and in understanding, as his warm, clammy palm cups my thigh, squeezing gently, consoling and encouraging with each and every truthful answer given.

As our night ends, we leave the confines of the cozy kitchen with full hearts and lightened souls. Burdens have been extinguished and promises have been made. Throats sore from discussion, eyes damp from laden tears and brains a little swamped thanks to Mr. Sweeney's best bourbon.

Sally Sweeney invited the devil for dinner tonight, but as darkness fell around this peaceful little cottage, he slowly became an unwelcome and uninvited guest.

We make our departure in the hallway, and she plants a tender, if not watery, drunken kiss upon each of our awaiting puckered pouts. She smiles gleefully as she somewhat shakily makes her way to her bottom floor bedroom. Yelling happily over her shoulder, she tells us to pay no mind to the noise from her TV. It's time for her to watch her recorded stories. Her eyebrows dance upon her fat face, eyes wide as saucers, as she informs us drunkenly that this is the only chance she gets. Mr. Sweeney is not a fan, so his being out of town is a Godsend. She snorts in disgust, spitting the words in the air as she retreats. "Smut! He calls them, smut! Can you believe it, boys?"

And as we make our way upstairs, the hallway fills with laughter. Entering our bedroom slightly sluggish, but excitingly giddy, the slight scent of bourbon lingers in the air. With glassy eyes, shaky legs and soft giggles, we ready ourselves before climbing under the warm comforter.

Like two magnets, we gravitate to one another, our fill of bourbon liquefying our limbs and causing our sensitive skin to tingle with every libidinous touch.

Edward wraps himself in me, pouring and draping his overheated body onto mine. Our groans deepen as moans lose themselves, thick and impenetrable, gathering upon the humid air hanging heavily above us.

And as a slight sweat dances and glistens over our dewy nakedness, my mouth devours his. My fingers roam his roped, muscled back, his skin taut and tight under my blunt nails. And as I pull him tighter, his tongue penetrates my awaiting moist heat. Hard and wanton, this kiss is strong and powerful. As need and longing dance viciously upon my swollen lips, they tingle with anticipation. Edward's dominance demands my obedience, and as a hard, heavy groan escapes his lungs, I eagerly and willingly submit.

The kiss is long and hard. Names fall as prayers are answered. Edward pants and pulls, pushes and puffs, his breath moist and hot, making my skin tingle with anticipation. My head spins with excitement. I feel my nipples harden as his lean, strong fingers explore my heaving chest.

My name, along with God's and the baby Jesus's, whispers seductively from his pink, plump pout. His soft, luscious mouth sucks and slurps my dampened flesh. As we steal each other's gasping air and long for each other's wanton touch, our hardened cocks rub deliciously as one.

And fuck me, I can't hang on. It's been too long. The want's too desperate and my need for him is immeasurable.

Edward pulls his body flush with mine. His hips seductively sway as he grounds his erection into my painfully hard cock once more.

A slow, liquid growl rumbles in my chest, and I swear I feel the fucker giggle, the vibrations tracing my body like a tightly strung bow.

I pull back harshly, wanting to watch for myself the fireworks sparkle and dance in my boy's dark eyes, wanting to witness for the first time in what seems like forever, my boy come undone, sensing lust and desire take him over, needing to see firsthand what my body already felt and knew. He wants this, and most of all, he wants me.

Our eyes meet dark, damp and heavy. The sparkle lights his flushed face. Swollen lips part, and panted hot air fans my face. And in a hushed whisper, he asks, "Remind me?"

As I gaze upon him somewhat confused and a little stunned, he pulls me tighter, bringing us nose to nose. And as I lean in to kiss his swollen lips, his tongue drags hard and heavy across my awaiting mouth. His breath fans my cheeks while his voice finds my ear, and as his euphoria drowns me, his words cause my body to convulse. "Remind me how we used to be, take me as yours." And as the last word trails off into the night's hot air, it's stolen from his mouth by my eager tongue. My heart pounds hard and happy as excitement floods my every nerve.

Cupping his sweaty face, pulling him to me eagerly, my lips attack him like my life depends on it, and he doesn't disappoint. Repaying me in kind, he responds to my lustful mouth with wanton of his own, kissing me with so much passion and desire that I almost came - I didn't, just almost, really doing my best to hold the fuck off.

His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, while his hands were doing the same to my body. My own hands travel his like they're lost, and for the first time taking this journey. I'm searching and exploring, groping and tugging, and as my sweaty fingers roam his form, I cup his supple ass cheeks and pull him roughly to me, taking this opportunity to grind our cocks together, causing the most powerful friction, making us both moan unabashedly.

The urgency to get to each other's bodies is strong. The longing to be a part of each other is powerful, and as the intensity builds, our slurps and sucks echo and dance off the bedroom walls.

Sliding down his torso, licking his chest, dragging my tongue forcefully over his salty sweat, letting it tingle in the back of my throat. I roll my tongue over his hardened nipple before taking it between my teeth gently, listening as he gasps and pants. Heavy groans rumble from deep inside his heaving chest, and in what can only be described as a desperate desire, need and want to take him between my lips. I eagerly engulf his awaiting hard as all fuck cock with my mouth and suck for dear life. I take him all the way repeatedly, pulling him out again slowly, smirking gleefully to myself as I hear him whimper wantonly, wanting to savor and longing to last, swallowing around him every time he hit the back of my awaiting throat.

"Mmmmmmmmm... fuck, yes Jasper... fuck yessssssssss... soooooo goooodddd... holy shit baby... Fuck yeah, Jasper." Edwards groans roar and rumble throughout his shaking body as I feel his orgasm hit the back of my throat, and I swallow every fucking drop, licking my lips as I pull back.

He grips the front of my hair tightly, and I watch in awe as his green watery eyes darken in a mirthy haze - pulling me to him and kissing me passionately. Pulling back, he huskily whispers, "Baby, it's been way too long."

I smirk at him, pushing him down onto the bed, kissing him feverishly, nibbling at his neck and working my way down his chest, taking his hardened nipple once more into my mouth while my lean, sweaty fingertips worked the other.

Feeling him getting hard again, I stop my manipulations on his heavy, heaving chest. Reaching over a little shakily - and somewhat nervously - to the bedside table, I grab the lube. And as our eyes meet in lust, I excitingly raise an eyebrow in his direction before playfully inquiring, "Do you remember how I used to fuck you, Edward?"

And as I grin widely, his only response is to nod.

Impersonating his stare, I reply, "Well, that's how I'm going to fuck you now."

"Gasp!"

Leaning down, I kiss him again with lust and passion. We both moan in unison as he savors his lost flavor on my pulsing tongue, working my way down his jaw, licking and sucking as my lubed fingers find their way to his puckered entrance. I move my mouth down to his nipple again, sucking it tenderly and taking it once more gently between my teeth as I slide one finger into his now tight hole, sliding it in and out painstakingly slowly, angling slightly, wanting nothing more than to find his magic spot. And fuck me sideways! My body rejoices as I'm rewarded with his deep hearty moans and pants.

As I devour his swollen mouth, his body relaxes even more, enabling me to slide in another two fingers and stretch him a little further. Feeling him relax and melt, I bring my cock to his awaiting entrance. Looking down on him longingly, our damp, dark eyes meet finally for the first time in forever in understanding.

And as my heavy eyes give in to the anticipation of things to come and flutter involuntarily closed, I wait patiently for his response. And as I meet his gaze one last time, his breath fans my face and a hushed whisper revisits my weary ears

"Please, Jassssppper. Please."

And with my invitation firmly in place, I slide in slowly. It takes all that I am and all that I have not to thrust into him forcefully. It's been so fucking long, and he's so Goddamn tight, that it's actually a little uncomfortable to take it this slow. But this is my boy, and right now, I'll have nothing but patience for him.

Feeling myself buried painfully deep as his heat engulfs my engorged cock, I will myself to find Edward's eyes, wanting to gauge his emotions and reactions. And when my heavy, dark eyes find his, Edward smiles brightly.

His lean, long legs pull up over my hips and wrap deliciously around my slim waist, pulling me tighter and burying me further into his hot depths. The heels of his feet cup my ass, pushing me forward, making us both grunt hard as I try my fucking best to hold still so he can get accustomed and become reacquainted. After what felt like a fucking lifetime, he starts to rock his hips, letting me know that he's ready.

"Fuck, Edward, so tight. It's been too fucking long, baby. But it's oh so fucking good." I moan as I thrust in and out of him, hitting the spot that makes him groan and whimper.

"Oh God, Jasper. Yes, baby, right there… Baby feels so good; so fucking good… Please don't stop."

His words set off a fire in me, building in my toes and working its way deliciously up and over my thighs. And as my body tingles with need and want, I pump harder and stronger into him for all I'm worth. Continually pounding his prostate.

His groans attack my eardrums as his swollen lips devour my mouth, making us both moan and scream upon each other's flesh. And as I pull back slightly, ready to take his cock into my hand, wanting to push him forward, longing to see his release, he screams my name and his red hot cum decorates his toned stomach and heaving chest.

The tightening around my cock throws me over the edge, and I screamed his name, my name, whoever's name and a few other Goddamn cuss words as I come, and come fucking hard. Unable to hold on, I collapse, sweaty and spent, onto his cum-covered panting chest.

As I lay gasping for air, my head spinning in my afterglow, I dare a frightened glace in Edward's direction. My heart skips as his lips slide upwards into the most glorious smile, and as I raise my eyebrow wickedly, I inquire, "So did I help you remember?"

His laughter fills the room, and my eyes flutter heavily and close. His firm body molds to mine, his thigh tucks in and under as our limbs entwine, making us both melt into the soft mattress. As his lips find my neck, planting a tender, wet kiss, he whispers, "Fuck yeah, Jasper. You made me remember."

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