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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. The original characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 10
The kiss lingered for a long time. Edward didn't know what to do with his hands, so he buried his fingers in Jasper's hair. He realized he had craved to grab and pull at that beautiful golden mess, and he grabbed, and pulled, trying to be gentle at the same time. He heard and sensed the tremble of Jasper's growl within the kiss. Something changed; Jasper couldn't stand still, and his hands started roaming. Edward mourned Jasper's decision to let go of his denim-clad, bulging groin while a delicate touch traced the outline of his neck, the shoulder, the arm, the elbow, and the wrist, and removed his hand from where it was nested in the golden silk. When their fingers became entangled, Edward felt a light squeeze, and their joined palms were pulled downward until they reached the front of his chest—to the right of his heart—and remained there. Jasper's body pressed incredibly close, and their hands got trapped; Edward could feel Jasper's heartbeat. It was fast, and strong, and compelling. His own heart thumped in his ears even faster.
The kiss was broken once again, and Edward suddenly felt cold when their bodies lost contact. Jasper had stepped away, still squeezing their palms together in the air between them. Their gazes locked for several endless moments, and Edward felt the need to swallow dry, time and again.
Jasper opened his mouth and took a deep breath, then held it for too long before huffing out loud.
"I don't think you're ready for this," he whispered and closed his eyes. He tried to pull his hand back then, but couldn't, because Edward didn't let go.
"Ready for what?" Jasper heard the other man whisper back. He opened his eyes to see a smiling Edward with green irises that sparkled in the late afternoon and pupils round and huge with unspoken emotion.
"I want to see you naked, Edward. I want my lips on your skin, I want my teeth on your nipples, I want my tongue on your opening. And I want you to make love to me, Edward. Are you ready?" Jasper was no longer whispering. His voice was gaining volume by the end of his little speech. He expected Edward to turn around and run.
But Edward didn't.
"Of course I'm not ready," he spoke. "But I want to try, with you. One step at a time." And in the next moment, he withdrew his hand and reached for the hem of his shirt.
It was Jasper's turn to swallow dry. Edward was undressing in front of him, a fantasy come true. He had seen the man almost naked—was it only yesterday when he interrupted Bella's guest's morning routine?—but he wasn't prepared for the sight at all.
Edward was still fully aroused, and it became very obvious when his cock popped out the moment his briefs went down. That cock was on the long and thick side, Jasper assessed, with a beautiful pinkish hue, covered with an intricate design of swelling veins. It was uncircumcised, and Jasper felt a new strong pull, wanting to reach for the skin and uncover the head which bulged there, hidden, allowing only a glimpse of a shy, little patch of purple skin and the most captivating sight of the little hole on the tip.
Jasper licked his lips and fell to his knees.
"Amazing," he said, his arms half-raised as if in a prayer to the figure in front, inviting Edward closer. "Come here. That cock belongs to me now."
Edward visibly shook, rooted to the floor for a while. He finally took a step, then another, and got close enough to Jasper's alluring lips; arousal kept his cock pointing straight ahead to the upcoming bliss.
He couldn't remember the exact number of blowjobs he had received, but this one was different, it was a first of its own kind. The cogwheels which clicked in his brain right now made it surreal, decadent, and so much more exciting.
Those were another man's lips, wrapped around his cock, pushing the sensitive skin forward to unveil the head, to lick the first drop of precome. That was another man's hand, sneaking around his ballsack, pressing gently near his hole, nails ghostly scraping and ruffling the little hairs along their path.
The golden silk swayed back and forth; Edward wished he could see all of Jasper's face but it was impossible, so he pushed the other man's shoulders and hinted he wanted a better view. It worked; he could see the luscious lips now, sliding along his length, and the tanzanite eyes which fixated him. There was tranquility in those eyes, but in the next moment, a glint of devilish playfulness appeared. The repetitive motion was rhythmic and hypnotizing. Edward couldn't fight the urge to pull at the golden silk once more, with both his hands. Somehow, his fingers had gotten frail, fragile, and the pull wasn't even half-efficient, but it made the bobbing head move faster, still fastidiously engulfing most of his length. Edward made a sound and realized it resembled the cry of a wounded animal. Nearly a wail, a muffled howl, a subdued weeping—a desperate, inarticulate plea for more. Still, it was what made Jasper slightly change his angle, and Edward's full length disappeared into that blessed mouth, sliding deeper inside the welcoming throat, until his balls rested against Jasper's slight stubble. Edward realized he was imprisoned by Jasper's hands which held his buttocks.
Jasper swallowed around him.
A myriad of small, burning bright stars blurred Edward's vision. A force of unrecognized magnitude was born in his heels; this force gained volume, climbing up his calves, through his knees and thighs; it reached his insides and burned brighter, blinding and shaking—bursting out, exploding, blowing away every connection to the earth, to the here and now.
Edward collapsed to his knees after Jasper's tongue licked the last trace of his come.
"That was—" Edward started.
"Shh," Jasper silenced him. "Don't." He reached for the trembling, naked man's forearms. "We both know what it was. Let me hold you for a while now."