Boyfriend Swapping - Couples Style

A/N: These characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer. They look to me for directions because they can see I'm the one holding the map.

Do you like boy-on-boy love? (I do!) If not, or if you are too young to understand the term slash, leave now. Eighteen and over only, please—don't make me ask you twice. Go now. Staying? You have been warned: slashy lemons ahead.

Note: This is not a light-hearted look at an emotional subject. There will be angst combined with as much humor as possible. I always feel cheated if I don't get an HEA. I expect this to be a dark exploration of two imperfect individuals who have all the pieces, but haven't worked-out how they fit together. This is not a hanky-alert (I don't really like tears, myself.) I am using this fic to hone what I understand about this world. It's a subject dear to me and fingers crossed I can handle it with both the sensitivity and the heat it deserves. The CA ruling on gay marriage was also an impetus to writing.

I'm going forward with my plan to include both the present day and the beginning of their relationship in each chapter. In truth, I could probably offer the 'inception' sections as outtakes or a separate story, but it's a device I like at present. If it seems too cumbersome, I'll pull it out and plop in outtake chapters.

I posted a link to the photos/slideshow of Jasper/Edward muses on my profile if you are interested.

Music: Rufus Wainwright: Across the Universe

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Chapter 5 They Stumble Blindly As They Make Their Way (EPO)

From Chapter 4: (JPOV)

I marvel that even without talking to me, Elizabeth has somehow been able to make me feel in the wrong about this subject, courtesy of Edward.

"Lover, I think the only thing I'm capable of deciding right now is that you need a shower. And I want to soap you up and get us off. We can save the ice-capades for later, after dinner. And we are definitely using lube." I give him a significant look; there'll be no relaxing of our usual precautions, much as either of us might wish for it.

"Love you, Jigsaw. Always." And Edward winks at me before folding me back against him for another kiss.

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Jasper's body is tucked tightly against mine, a smile playing over my lips before we kiss, but my thoughts are focused elsewhere. I'm replaying the vision of his sweet mouth forming the four syllables confirming my latest torment: 'Predictable.'

I roll the entire phrase around in my head for perhaps the twentieth time, cringing at the finality of the statement.

"Damn, you're predictable."

Yeah. It had definitely stung.

And over-thinking its meaning had left me too distracted to anticipate and dodge the verbal hand-grenade my mother had lobbed at my head. Instead, I had fallen headlong into her trap: 'fix your Cousin Peter, and do it quick.'

Oh, and if doing so torpedoes you and Jasper by introducing a third into your lives, c'est la vie! Family first! (I'd added that last part on my own, but it didn't matter that she'd failed to give voice to the sentiment. I always knew what Elizabeth was thinking.)

So now I'd somehow agreed to meet with Peter on Saturday, and roped Jasper into the unpleasant task of helping me sort out my cousin's drug-fueled existence.

The bathwater I'd drawn for our little afternoon game was drained and long-forgotten when we step from the shower, sleepy and thinking 'cat-nap' after assisting each other in decorating the shower tiles with creamy bursts of our jizz. I casually suggest we don clothes and leave the suite to roam the Bird Sanctuary's trails, earning me a dirty look from Jasper.

"Let's see…my choices are snuggling naked with you under these so-soft cream-colored sheets and comforter, or playing voyeur in a bird sanctuary? I need a minute to think."

Looks like the wonders of the ornithological world will have to wait.

I sink beneath the cool, fresh sheets, and he follows, settling his head on my chest, his arm relaxed and loosely holding me. The room is amazingly quiet, and Jasper's slow susurration as he begins to let go is the most comforting sound.

As my partner drifts in and out of consciousness, I envy his untroubled thoughts. The timing of the phone call from my mother doesn't surprise me. Whenever I find myself ready to move forward, it seems family obligations intrude and make me question everything. And that includes the ongoing mystery of why Jasper stays with me when I'm so damn predictable.

I'm not blind to the fact that certain people see dollar signs when they dream about snagging someone like me. But the reality is just the opposite. Money will be an issue for me and my partner until school loans are retired. And I'm still driving the same car I had in med school—no Maserati or Mercedes for us.

Jasper has offered to moonlight as a bodyguard or work security at entertainment events, but every time I imagine him being injured as Bieber's screaming underage fans flail out of control, I flip. Truth is, I like coming home to our crappy two-bedroom and finding Jasper making dinner for us, ready with a kiss and a glass of wine, his warm eyes and soothing banter washing away my workday moodiness.

I readily admit I'm a domesticated bore, with no signs of change on the horizon. But losing Jasper because of it? A buzzing builds in my ears as I finally come to terms with what I must do.

Edward predictable? No more! When I'm back at my office, I'll send the damn email invitation I've already drafted to the happy, but evidently equally bored couple, Carlisle and Garrett.

'Friends…and more,' is a small price to pay for keeping my partner at my side.

It takes a while, but eventually I settle back down, strangely less relieved than I expected now that I've finally made the decision. Still, I'm eager to get on with it; it's nearly impossible to control my restless twitching in the bed. This is the best plan, although dinner and a movie aren't guaranteed to lead to group groping. But I don't want to risk inviting in another single man from the LA Weekly personals, and then having him come between Jasper and me. There's safety in numbers.

"Why are you muttering about arithmetic?" Jasper's sleepy voice sounds against my chest.

"Nothing."

"I'm asking. Don't tell me? Your choice," he replies, put out. And more alert.

"So I'm asking you; what do you want?"

"You. Oh, that's right, excusemegirl: I just had you."

"Actually, Jigsaw, we sort of had each other, but is that all you want?" Sassy boy needs a lesson. I let my arm drift down and pinch hard the delicious heft of his sleek rump.

"Oww," he fakes, chuckling. "Is this a serious conversation, sugar britches?"

I pause, not sure how much I want to reveal just yet. What if Carlisle and Garrett reject us?

But watching his mouth as he speaks, I'm reminded he tastes like fresh berries and cream on my tongue, and I lose the will to bring up what I've labeled the "friends…and more" subject. I move forward for a kiss, only to find the vertical edge of his hand blocking my access.

"Now that you're awake again," I begin, arching an eyebrow as I admit defeat, carding my fingers through his wavy blond, sleep-crumpled hair.

I get distracted; Jasper gets focused.

"I'm awake enough to wonder where this is going," the tension in his voice noticeable.

Sighing, I give up. "Ever think about the future, Jasper?"

A sharp intake of breath; and I feel him barely jerk against me, as if I'd struck him.

"Sure, doesn't everyone?"

"Except us?" I ask.

Jasper uses the silence that follows to restlessly pull out of my grasp, letting me know he's finished cuddling for the moment.

"Serious conversation time, right? I think I'd like a glass of water, or a beer. Is it too early for a beer?" Jasper's voice trails off as he moves to sit up, feet planted on the rug, back turned toward me. Usually just the sight of so much of his skin is enough to make me pop to attention, but today his back looks too young and vulnerable. I don't have to see his eyes to know he's hiding something from me.

When I don't answer quickly enough for him, he stands and moves towards the small kitchen area. I watch the muscles ripple in his back as he stretches, cradling his arms overhead, keeping limber. At the sound of the tap water, my stomach growls, and I remember our uneaten lunches. He's thinking the same, because I hear the sounds of the microwave being used.

"Is this place stocked with beer?" I call out, more loudly than necessary as I wonder when we'll be able to continue our discussion.

"Yessir; there's a six-pack of hand-crafted beer here in the refrigerator. And some Merlot. Glass for you?"

"Sure," and I stand and walk naked into the next room to find him watching the front of the microwave, impatiently waiting for the timer.

I wrap my arms around his slender waist and lean into him, laying my head on his shoulder. I mumble into his so solid flesh, "Thanks for heating up the food, Jasper. You're always the practical one, remembering our basic needs and seeing that they are met. You take good care of us, baby."

Usually this sort of closeness triggers a bigger reaction from my lover, but now he impatiently pushes me back off of him, wiggling a bit as he replies, "Just because I'm hungry. Otherwise I wouldn't have moved a muscle."

Knowing that lobster ravioli wasn't the only reason behind his hasty exit, I don't give up.

"Doesn't booking The Inn's best suite earn me even a token look inside your thoughts?" I joke as I snag the glass of red he'd poured for me, giving it more attention than the indifferent year deserves.

He moves purposefully around the small space, finally forced to look at me as I'm blocking the exit. "Your call, Edward," he mutters.

Sullen Jasper doesn't visit often, and I already want him to leave.

"Shouldn't we be thinking about where we are headed?" His unexpected reluctance has me feeling slightly off-balance, and it's not the wine.

"I want what you want, Edward. Nothing's any different than it was two weeks ago, right?"

Wondering why he's qualified his statement with a timeline, I slurp my Mondavi in silence.

The ding of the microwave galvanizes him into action. When he has our food set up on the unit's dining table, we both settle quickly into chairs, heads down. We usually take plates and eat on the couch at home, but this unit's couch is in pristine condition and informal doesn't fit our mood just now.

We eat in silence for a few minutes before I slip my hand over to snare his and lift them both to the tabletop.

"Yeah?"

"Different to be together here, cocooned like this, I think."

"Eating together? Not so unusual, Edward," he scoffs.

"Don't be obtuse. It's like a mini-vacation. We should do it more often."

"Stay in expensive hotel suites, or eat a late take-out lunch? Which one?"

I'm not exceptionally intuitive, even if I am a healer, but I can field this one.

"Baby, why are you being hostile? Aren't you having fun? I didn't plan this, so it's not like I didn't give you a chance to say 'no.' So, umm, would you have said 'no' to me if I'd asked?"

A guilty look I rarely see on Jasper's face briefly appears before he fixes his gaze on his lunch. "It's my fault, really Edward. Lots of changes are going on around us, while we seem to be stuck on hold. Not much different happens with us…"

I cut him off before he can go further; the word 'predictable' once again floating in front of my now closed eyes.

"I agree we are re-plowing the same fields, baby, but hear my plan to alleviate that."

I know he's still next to me: his breathing is slow and steady. I plunge ahead.

"It's all part of what I was trying out today." I hesitate, fully cognizant I've made an important decision about us without consulting him. What if he isn't ready to do some experimenting? His next words reassure me I'm making the right choice.

"I may have said I was bored, but today's a start at easing it. And it's not serious…"

I lean over to run my finger up his arm, over his shoulder, skimming his cheek to land on the tip of his straight, finely formed nose.

"Let me decide my level of concern over your happiness and pleasure, dear h…heart." I stumble over that troublesome "H" but recover quickly. "I think we need to get out and meet some new friends. Emmett and Riley are steady, but they are glorified fuck-buddies with softballs for brains, not like us. If you agree we could use some fresh blood, leave it to me. Do you trust me, Jazz?"

"Of course I do. But what do you…"

I swipe my fingers across his lips to cease his questioning. "Internet dating," I offer, confident I've explained everything.

"Isn't that for singles…" He stops, catching his error.

"We've been together for years; I thought maybe we could try meeting other gay couples. Guys who are…" I hesitate, "more similar to us. Expand our options; God knows there are a lot of us here in Los Angeles."

"So nothing like Match-dot-com, or Chatroulette, or Grindr..." he finishes with a chuckle.

I groan and shake my head.

"A new gay couple—do you mean, arrange to meet them? Take in a baseball game? Better yet-how about a softball game?" I interrupt with a louder groan, and Jasper grins. "Or we could go surfing or biking?" I grimace at the thought of pedaling bikes along the PCH or fending off Great Whites mistakenly eager for a bite of Edward, and he reacts accordingly.

"Hmmm." Feigning deep concern, he offers, "Maybe just a picnic in the park? We'll sit on our butts on comfy cushions and make polite chatter. Just, no other doctors, Eddie. Someone I can talk to would be a plus."

I'm not sure, but knowing Jasper, I briefly wonder if he has another agenda in agreeing to meet a new couple. Of course, I'm actually the one with the agenda, but since we are back in sync, I don't bother to elucidate the other part of my plan.

"No physicians, and no shop talk, Jigsaw. I promise."

A grateful smile tells me I'm good to proceed. "I'm finished eating, Ed. Why don't you refill the bucket from the ice maker in the hallway while I stack plates in the sink?"

I nod in agreement before instructing him, "And find our lube, baby."

We split up to accomplish our separate missions.

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Interlude: (Three years ago)

'New and unexpected'. That's a good description of what it was like to be with Jasper. 'Mostly exhilarating, but oddly comfortable' also worked. I was thinking 'boyfriend' when I hooked up with him, but after five weeks, and not a day spent apart since he stayed the first night at my apartment, it was more. More meant dinner together that he fixed for us, weekends staying in to watch movies, read, or putter, and nights sleeping soundly in each other's arms. And rushed mornings of hurried kisses, hot showers, and confirmation we'd see each other again at the end of the day. It just kept expanding, scratching itches I hadn't even known existed.

And I wasn't prepared for it. I needed advice, and at 27 going to my mom, Elizabeth, was out-of-the-question.

The first phone call I made was to Leah, my friend from U.C.L.A. med school. She was six years older and lived in Seattle. She'd returned to school after a few years as a public health administrator and found her calling serving as a General Practitioner at the Quileute Reservation's public health center. She made the drive to La Push once a week and stayed over for four days. It was a difficult schedule, but she and her wife Alice seemed to thrive on it.

Leah and Alice had met in high school and had a commitment ceremony after undergrad. I didn't really understand or much like the sprite that inhabited a body my friend seemed very fond of, so naturally it was Alice who answered the phone when I called while Jasper was out.

"Alice!" I exclaimed in a jovial voice that sounded forced even to me.

"Edward, isn't it? Leah is outside in the garage; shall I call her? It is urgent? Someone sprain an ankle, skin a knee perhaps, and you need a consult with my GP?" Without waiting for my response, she dropped the phone and flitted off; I doubted I was the only person who found her annoying. It was too bad, because as a high school music instructor we should have shared some common interests besides Leah. But we didn't.

Several long dull minutes passed before Leah gave me a warm greeting in her lilting, softly accented voice, reminding me why we remained friends in spite of the annoyance that was Alice. After the small talk, she politely inquired about the motivation for my call; I didn't randomly contact her on a weeknight.

"Nothing much; just the usual at work. But, I'm seeing someone." I cautiously began, even though Jasper was the only reason I'd called her, to be honest.

I finally had a boyfriend, and I needed advice.

"Tell me about him, Edward. You sound excited, for a Physiatrist, anyway." I pictured her smile as the G.P. crisply goaded me.

I ignored the familiar quip, and began with my carefully plotted recitation. (It was impossible for me break old habits and act impulsively after years of self-imposed discipline and sacrifice. I'd written up the main points earlier in anticipation of this call.)

She listened without interrupting, for which I was grateful, then asked me his name. Oh, yeah.

"Jasper. He's over at his place, collecting some pads he needs for his classes tomorrow. Guess I also forgot to mention he's a martial arts teacher. Very good; almost made it to the Olympics a few years ago."

"Did you forget to mention he's living with you?"

"Umm, not officially. Not yet, anyway."

"Sure. Is he as beautiful as you?"

I was surprised she would focus on such a superficial topic, and I began to feel a small amount of urgency; he wouldn't be gone forever.

"He's perfect, Leah." And I hesitated, because I wasn't too sure how to ask my question.

"What it is, Edward? You know you always have my support and love. Alice's too, of course."

I suppressed a snort at her amendment, and took a few minutes to describe how we were always together, noting that I didn't like him being gone tonight.

"Hmmm, Edward, are you calling me to…what, exactly?" There was a long pause, and then she continued with, "Are you worried about him?"

"No, I'm just wondering…" I didn't finish because I realized she couldn't answer my question.

"He sounds like more than just a casual boyfriend, right?"

"Jasper is someone I'd like you to meet soon. You and Alice," I also amended, insincerely,

"Yikes! When are you coming for a visit?" M.D. though she was, Leah was not above squealing when she was excited. I had to hold the phone away from my ear as she told Alice the blazing news. I heard what sounded like a 'humpf' from Alice before Leah returned, seeking actual dates.

"Listen, my friend, it's sort of a maelstrom right now, what with work and Jasper. Maybe in a few weeks, we could fly up for the weekend? Am I inviting myself, being rude, thoughtless Edward?" I finished up lamely.

"Never. I've asked you many, many times to come stay with us. You have an open invitation, sweetie. You and now your Jasper; you've made me very curious to meet this man who has captured your interest. If not your heart," she slyly added.

We spent a few more minutes comparing calendars, and settled on the last weekend of the following month. Agreeing once again to call each other more frequently, I finally escaped without having posed the question I called to discuss. I concluded it was probably because I was a spineless coward.

The apartment was so empty now without him in it; it reminded me of how it was before I met him. Fortunately, it wasn't long before Jasper's key was in the door and he greeted me with a tight, if impatient embrace. He dropped his stuff behind the couch as he described his driving adventures to me. He didn't drive a car that frequently, so he was very careful when using my Volvo. I would have gone with him tonight if I hadn't wanted to speak with Leah.

When I inquired if he might be interested in spending the weekend with Leah and Alice, his enthusiastic confirmation was tossed over his shoulder as he headed to his laptop to begin checking airfares.

I rose slowly to follow him. Watching him work, I was content to observe nothing more challenging than how my palm fit precisely over the bare skin on the back of his neck. He was hunched over the desk, calling out Expedia and then Orbitz fares, as I lazily listened to his running commentary about choices versus preferences.

"Jasper."

He stopped and lifted his eyes from the screen in question.

"A weekend with two lesbians; are you going to be okay with it? You know even I find Alice annoying."

"Women?" He leered, exaggerating the sound before continuing, "Bring on your girlfriends, Eddie, I can handle them," he finished, clearly joking with me.

"They are married. I mentioned that fact, right?" I knew I sounded anxious, but couldn't help it.

"Will they insist on assigning us single gay boys to separate bedrooms, then?"

Before I could think of a good comeback, he continued, "No more than 10-to-15 times. You never said anything about kids, though."

"Alice can't, and Leah isn't ready, but I know her clock is ticking."

He gave me a funny look, but didn't voice his question. This one didn't require any mind-reading.

"No, Leah has never raised that issue with me."

"Aren't you her closest male friend? Would you say yes? Or is that too personal for me to ask, Edward?"

Having tasted every inch of him, and vice versa, I could not imagine that any topic would be too personal for me to share with him.

"You can ask me anything, Jasper. I mean it. And I don't know about 'giving my seed' to Leah and Alice. I'd have to formulate some ground rules, visit with an attorney first, I guess."

"Slow and steady, that's my Edward."

Maybe it was because we were making long-term plans, and discussing the future, but there was more I needed to say to him.

"I'd want to know how you felt about it, too, Jasper. Your opinion interests me. If you said no, I'd have to decline." I swallowed, because although this was easier than I'd thought, I knew we both had more to say. Jasper jumped right in.

"I would like to be a father someday, Edward."

The sincerity I saw in his blue eyes triggered a wave of emotion in me that surprised me. I reached for his hand as he did the same, and we connected, fingers entwined and gripping hard.

"We could be fathers together, I think," and I pulled him up for a sweet, long kiss, eyes closed, strong arms circling necks and waists. Hips pressed close, we each murmured the other's name in satisfaction, reveling in the other's warmth.

"I love you," I whispered to him for the first time, so low because I hadn't breath to fill my lungs.

I watched his expression as he opened his eyes, and it was as if he'd swallowed the sun; light and energy poured from within to illuminate his face. I'd swear the room glowed brighter; anyone standing in the dark outside our windows would surely have seen the surge in lumens.

But he didn't speak, didn't mimic the dulcet sounds I made. He found my lips again and again, the emotions surfacing in his brilliant, shining eyes before the lids dropped, and I joined him in the overwhelming sensation of sharing my heart through my touch.

"Let me show you how I feel," he finally whispered back.

I let Jasper lower me onto my back, a limpet fastened to his form as we stretched out on the couch. Jasper's intent with our positioning was undeniable.

My legs were open and bent up against my chest to give him better access. He shuddered in satisfaction, and settled in between them to grind hard against my cock. We both enjoyed the slightly painful friction from dry-humping one another, and only ceased when the metal zipper on my pants became too toothy against my tender parts.

"Edward, love, is tonight my turn, please?" It was a simple question, one in fact that I'd been waiting for with some misgivings.

But tonight, emotions running high, I was ready for him. I was the dominant partner, or at least I surmised I was, but for Jasper, I was more than willing to be bottom to his top, if that was what he wanted from me.

Because what I wanted from him had suddenly become much clearer to me.

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Present day: (continued)

I step back into our suite, bucket in hand, and right away notice the candles Jasper has lit and placed around the rooms. I pause, surprised at the change in the lighting, when I catch sight of his nude form gliding towards me, my gaze inevitably drawn to the gentle bobbing between his legs.

Jasper's joy is in giving himself fully to each experience, no matter the type. I've come to understand that he wasn't made with all the pockets for holding doubts and concerns I've always accepted as normal.

Screw the bathroom, I decide, I'm doing this here. I struggle to unbutton and tug off the slacks I'd hastily pulled on earlier and watch my lover's expression change from one of welcome to stormy lust.

"Baby, down on your knees, now!" I bark at him after affirming we have everything we need.

My boyfriend, elaborating on my orders just enough, spins and drops to all fours, splaying his legs for me as he eases his shoulders to the carpeted surface.

To my way of thinking, naked Jasper on his knees is the most beautiful sight in the world, second only to watching his face in the throes of an orgasm.

I set the half-filled ice bucket within easy reach, and straddling him, press the head of my erection into the cleft between his buttocks. He's at the optimum height to create an erotic saddle for me to slide onto, my balls slotted into his inverted "V" and lightly brushing him. We enjoy playing at the mock-penetration before I grab a single ice cube, already slippery as I grip it gingerly.

"Ready, baby?"

He shakes his ass underneath my hips in response, and it's time to improvise; inconveniently, there was no free instruction set when I'd Googled the subject of 'sex with ice' this morning. I scoot backwards off him and lower myself, using my knee to spread his legs further apart. Grabbing the lube, he reaches behind to drizzle a generous amount on me and him before squirting some into his hand, and we're on.

Curving my hand underneath his rib cage, I find his aroused nipple and tentatively rub the edge of the rapidly dwindling cube over the pebbled surface.

"Oh, fuck!" is the expletive from Jasper.

"No turning back now, Jigsaw," I mutter.

He nods and visibly steels himself for more of my loving teasing, reminding me, "Not my cock."

I think the contrast between applying the ice followed by bathing his cock with my tongue would be amazing, but it's his body, not mine.

I gather more ice, and feet flat on the floor on either side of him, I tease each of his nipples with the edge of the cubes as I continue to slowly, sensuously slide my dick up and down his lubed crack. He shakes a little, but settles into the sensations, rolling his hips in tandem with my moves, his head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted.

With the cubes now melted away from our combined body heat and the abrasion, I wrap an icy hand around his cock and bend forward to capture his mouth, slipping a shard of ice I hold on my tongue underneath his. He shivers at the jolt of cold, and I stroke him like the wanton little pet that he is, tangling our tongues as I keep the ice firmly in place.

His moans are reverberating against my lips as I pull off to gather more cubes, and he drops his head down and arches his back, directing me. His skin, tanned and silky, quivers beneath the glide of the cubes over his neck and along his shoulder blades.

When I hesitate, he whispers for me to keep going. I delicately trace his spinal cord with my chosen instrument, and then circle down and back over the top of each swelling mound of flesh. He's shivering and moving erratically; my own hip movements are much slower as I contemplate the ungodly artistry that made these muscles beneath me.

I take several long, luscious sips of the watery residue left on his delicious golden skin before lowering myself between his thighs, cupping the front of each one as I plant my lips in a long, wet, smooch at the beginning of his divide. Sucking another cube between my teeth, I ghost it along the backs of his thighs and go low enough to skim the base of his balls. He moans in protest; and I'm suddenly longing to see his face.

Flipping him over, I lovingly map his erotic zones with a fresh cube as he lies helpless and immobile beneath me, a soft smile appearing briefly when I glance up at him. I absently notice my fingers are no longer chilled as I begin pumping his shaft again and remedy that immediately, careful to remember he can't handle the gelid shapes placed directly on more tender skin.

When he halts me, shoving a palm against my shoulder, I move so he can return to his knees, the invitation of his spread legs telegraphing desire directly into my cock.

I carefully seat a few cubes on the relative flat at the center of his spine as he squirms in discomfort, watching in fascination as a trickle of frozen melt slips along the dark groove leading to his puckered skin.

I'm hesitant about doing what I really want, and Jasper senses it.

"Ed," he encourages me, "I'm ready for it." And that's all it takes.

Dropping more chips onto his back, I track them as they glissade over his hills and valleys before hitting the carpet around us. Quickly grasping my cock, I jerk it roughly to distract myself from the shock of my frigid fingers. He chuckles at my involuntary gasp of pain and tilting his waist, spreads his knees further to give me a better view before locking his ankles over the back of my calves.

I nearly purr in appreciation as he settles his cheek against the carpet to watch me make love to him, feverish blue eyes glimmering back at me from the candlelight.

Coating myself thoroughly with the lube, I position the head of my stiff cock just at his entrance. His breathing is labored as he writhes suggestively, exhorting me to hurry.

Satisfied he doesn't want my fingers first, I push steadily inside, taking him, his walls firm against my pressure, his whimpers urging me forward.

It's so tempting to forget the plan, but when I'm deep inside him, I stop myself. My eyes fasten on the erotic display, his dark ass lips barely visible around my engorged member as I reach again for the bucket to my left.

"Are you kidding?" he blurts, as he feels me minimally shift and guesses my motives.

The cubes are melting, and I drop a small one into the juncture where my cock is buried in him. Both of us let out small yelps as the unfamiliar texture finds purchase, and then I begin grinding my hips in a circular motion, brushing against his prostrate, the ice a smaller burn against the building friction. Jasper reaches beneath him and fishing, finds me, lifting and tugging on my balls. Feels so good! I caress the large mushroom-shaped head of his dick, and we fall into our familiar rhythm.

Too soon we need more ice, and a break in the action before I cum too early. I still and land a smart slap against his butt cheek, adding another form of burn for my lover. I use his momentary distraction to catch a clump of his sweat-dampened hair, yanking steadily as I bend his neck toward me. He lets me lead him for a second, but easily twists away, freeing me to search out the biggest cubes still left in the container.

With no warning, I release a small handful into an unsteady pile at our joining, and we both yell before bucking uncontrollably to dislodge the frigid lumps.

"Jesus, fuck, Ed, fuck me now!" he shouts angrily as he forces his hips hard against mine. The runoff from the cubes finds the lowest point, and hits my tight sac before dribbling down the inside of my thigh. But I'm way too overheated and buried too deep to shrivel from my mistake. It takes just a moment before I can shake off the unexpected jolt, and begin riding Jasper again as hard as he likes it. "Fucker," he soon groans in warning above the sound of our slapping flesh, but I've already lost the measured glide and retreat, already felt the beginnings of the sweet frenzy overtake me. Hooking my hand over the top of his shoulders, I forcibly pull Jasper upright against my chest, both of us on our knees, crushing the small points of ice between my belly and his ass. With a few short, stabbing strokes from me, I assure my lover is equally ready.

I'm almost there, but still greedy for more, I straighten out his leg, and relish in the deeper penetration as I wrap my arm around his waist and shove his hand away. "You're mine," I growl against his neck as I close fingers around him and begin flicking my wrist up and down his iron-hard length, faster than my eye can follow. "Now, baby, I'm so close, want it now," I harshly insist. Jasper responds with several guttural moans, shifting his hips against my thighs in equal need, and begins clenching his ass around my cock.

My hot breath huffing below his ear, he's able to reach my mouth, and we kiss deeply as I feel the mounting fire low in my belly. My thrusts are frantic and out-of-step as the orgasm spreads outward, and I arch and shout his name as I shoot my semen into his ass. His vivid cursing signals his release, his legs flexing beneath me. In moments, I'm feeling his weight bear down on my sensitive, still throbbing cock as he spews his cum.

His ass is so warm and fits me so well, I don't want to break free of him, but we need to clean-up. I reluctantly ease out as he crumples forward to the floor, and stumble into the kitchen to find a cloth towel. After his hard, grunted climax, I could easily whip his ass, if I didn't love it and him so much. Instead, I clean his butt and belly and throw the towel away from us.

Soft endearments pass between us before I tug the coverlet off the bed and wrap it around his limp form, snugging a pillow under his head. Pulling him close, I'm tired and just content to cuddle on the thickly padded carpet until he feels like moving again.

Running my fingers through his shiny blond waves, I watch as his face relaxes into sleep. And this time, I follow him.

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A/N: I intend to move the story faster now. Thanks for reading.

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