Chapter Five
Up is Down and Down is Up
Edward's POV
The next morning...
My senses stirred, becoming aware of my unfamiliar but peaceful surroundings, as I slowly opened my eyes and breathed in a large amount of air to fill my lungs and clear my mind.
There, lying on his stomach next to me, was Jasper...still sleeping with his messy head nestled adorably amongst his pillows with his arms stretched out underneath them.
I narrowed my eyes as a smirk curved my lips at the sight of so much effortless appeal, such flawless attraction emanating from him even as he continued sleeping beside me, and I had to touch him again.
The blue and white-designed comforter, now hanging loosely around my waist, was draped haphazardly across the middle of Jasper's back, leaving about half of his extraordinary Cathedral tattoo open to my wandering, admiring eyes.
In the brilliance of the white daylight peeking in from outside, I was able to clearly read the words that were included inside the banner that twisted and turned elegantly across Jasper's shoulders, as I leaned in close to the slumbering Russian.
"...honor..."I read aloud quietly as I let a few of my fingers trace over the foreign language decorating my blonde angel's back and shoulders, feeling his smooth skin move slightly with his breathing underneath my fingertips as I continued to the other side, "...sacrifice...family..."
My mind stuttered for a moment, having just read over the three, simple words that were etched darkly along the width of Jasper's shoulders, as I took a solid second to digest their Faction-related meaning and all the things that they meant for Jasper.
"...never dishonor the Morozov Faction...sacrifice everything for the Morozov Faction, even if that means your life...they are your family," I surmised just enough to make my heart clench painfully inside my chest, realizing on a much more personal level than just reading over files and information...that Jasper was not to have a life of his own...that he was supposed to dedicate everything he did to the Faction.
"...to hell with that...to hell with all of that...he will have a life of his own...a happy one...with me," my thoughts, being surrealistically clear and concise for this early morning hour struck me heavily, but my internal musings were cut short as my full attention was captured the instant Jasper began rousing from his sleep, his head turning away from me as he made a little whine in his throat.
I smiled as I carefully brought my hands to his sides, and then settled my chest on top of his back, feeling the expanse of hard muscle encased in satin skin pressed against me in the most fulfilling of ways.
"Mmn..." Jasper voiced as I looked down at his profile and noticed that he was smirking, his eyes still closed as I pressed my lips and nose to the back of his neck, inhaling him deeply before placing slow, sensual kisses to his curly, blonde hair.
"...good morning..." Jasper said tiredly but happily as he savored my candy-sweet kisses to his neck and unruly locks of hair, my hands still holding him gently, anchoring him to me as I felt him stretch his slender body, loving my touches and seeking more of them out.
"Good morning," I blurted out, my words having no added accent whatsoever and I immediately felt Jasper stiffen inside my embrace, my eyes quickly scanning over his features and noticing the way his sapphire-colored eyes were wide with confusion.
Suddenly, Jasper was trying to tear himself away from me, trying to scramble out from underneath me, but I held fast onto his arms as I pinned him down to the mattress, having to climb a little more on top of him so I would have enough leverage, words of consolation pouring out of my mouth to him as I felt my whole world start to rattle uncontrollably...and I was instantly terrified that I was going to lose him.
"Wait, wait...Jascha...please let me explain..." I panted out, Jasper breathing heavily below me as his cobalt eyes were glaring hard at his bedside table, anything to avoid paying me attention, as I continued, "...yes...yes, I am American...I only lied because I wanted to be close to you."
"Why?" Jasper growled angrily, giving his arms another harsh but fruitless tug against my hold on him, "...ugh, just get off me and get out...! I never want to see you again! Get out!"
"No...not until you understand..." I countered, before quickly taking my weight off of him and then using my hold on Jasper to flip him around so that he would finally face me, admittedly using some of my FBI training to execute such a maneuver as Jasper bounced a few times on top of his mattress.
I pulled Jasper's wrists above his head, pinning them down against the pillows there, as I straddled his legs once more, the duvet having twisted around both of us a number of times, but I paid such information little mind whilst I regarded Jasper's heated glare with a pleading one of my own.
"Jascha..." I cooed my angel's name, watching as Jasper, divine in my eyes as his golden locks were fanned out across his pillows and just barely touched his heavenly face, closed his eyes and defiantly turned his head away from me.
I utilized the opportunity of Jasper not being able to see what I was doing to duck my head down towards his upturned cheek.
Jasper shivered as I lightly ran my lips over his high cheekbone, pressing cotton-soft kisses where I pleased as I settled more of my body on top of his own, able to feel his resistance lessening against my possessive hold on him as I brought my lips to his ear and slowly brought out my tongue so I could tease the outer shell.
Jasper's gasp brought a small smile to my features, as I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh, prompting me to kiss and lick his ear once more as I applied a bit more pressure to his arousal, the air inside the quaint bedroom becoming unfathomably electric, tangy with current and emotions and puzzlement where the only thing he and I could both do safely was to feel.
However, the moment Jasper groaned softly, I was lost, as I released his wrists from my hands so that I may take hold of his beautiful face, slamming my lips to his, uncaring of whatever consequences might follow as I purged all of my accumulated yearnings for solely this man to be in my life with his sweet mouth crushed against mine.
Jasper struggled at first, wanting to reject me, but gradually gave himself into my crippling need for him, my own personal passion for him having become far too engrossing to ignore for a moment longer as I ground my rigid member into his own, making the both of us groan wantonly into our kiss that I could not help but thank God that he was reciprocating.
"But...but you..." Jasper tried to voice to me in between our furious kisses, his hands squeezing at either of my biceps pillared down on the bed at his waist, before I cut off his attempt at speaking by making him groan loudly this time with another blood-igniting thrust of my hips against his, making him feel every, hard inch of me and just how much I wanted him.
The sleek fabric of our boxers only added to the addictive smoothness in which I ground my throbbing length over and over into his own, delighting each time I was able to make him clutch onto me tighter, voice his pleasure even louder, as Jasper broke off our increasingly ravenous kisses so that he may toss his curly head back against his pillows.
"...Eduard...haa...keep going...mmn...I'm so close..." Jasper moaned the sensual words to me, his lustful pleas practically making up my whole reality as I moved my lips to the side of his neck, licking and biting at his sensitive skin there, before a low, feral growl escaped me upon feeling Jasper sensuously scratch his nails down my back, bringing me awe-inspiring hints of pain to be savored as I could literally feel the way he wanted us connected, wanted me.
The both of us moving fluidly, beautifully frantically against one another in our search for wonderful ecstasy, I could feel our symmetrical need to simultaneously solidify our indisputable craving for one another, I could feel the raw heat that was riddling through Jasper because of me...and it was absolutely intoxicating; I had never experienced anything so pure than intimacy with this man.
I slid a hand down the length of Jasper's immaculate, tattooed body until I seized one of his hipbones, loving the way I was able to feel Jasper spread his legs a little wider for me as I continued to dig my pulsating cock into his own, our actions stimulating both of our members from base to tip in a dazzling euphoria that I could barely wrap my head around, as I felt my lower abdomen coil even tighter with the urgent need to experience relief at last.
"Jascha...come with me, sweetheart...I want to see you come...now..." I breathed, my words ragged with unbelievable desire for this man beneath me, as I watched as Jasper brought his hands above his head once more, gripping and pawing at the pillows and headboard beyond them, as he squeezed his eyes shut tight, stretching his body taut underneath my own, while he battled with his oncoming orgasm right before my eyes.
"...ahh...haa...Eduard...I...ohh...coming, Eduard...I'm coming...!" Jasper's passionate cries sang through his ruby-red lips as I felt his toned stomach flex against my own before suddenly erupting with his warm, creamy essence that felt too wonderful for words against my own moving cock, my eyes zeroed in on the way my Russian's lovely face looked whilst in the throes of his ultimate pleasure, and it was more than enough to push me over my own vastly disappearing edge.
"Jascha...baby...Goddamn...you feel so fucking good...mmn..." I groaned the words to the blonde-haired Faction member beneath me as I allowed myself one, two, three more thrusts before feeling my own release tear through my every fiber with positively maddening bliss, such powerful sensations I had never felt before that made my skin and soul feel as if they might float away from my body.
Elated euphoria and sated wonderment became me in an instant, as I carefully lowered myself down on top of the gorgeous Russian male, my eyes never leaving his face as I searched every inch of his expression for any signs of regret over what he and I had just done.
To my infinite relief, I saw none, only wholesome contentedness framing the features of my blonde-haired angel.
I rested my chin on the flat, hard planes of his chest, my half-lidded eyes locked lovingly onto his features, memorizing even more of his relaxed tranquility, absolutely stunning for me to behold so closely, and I felt no rush to move away from being just like this with him...
"Now that I think about it...I should have known that you were not from Ukraine..." Jasper began speaking, his eyes still closed as he admitted his recollection to me, all as he let the most heart-stopping smile curve his lips whilst speaking, "...your Russian was not that good..."
My breathing stopped for a moment upon seeing such ethereal, blinding beauty, my chin lifting up from Jasper's chest, which gained his attention as he opened his calmed, cobalt eyes to seek me out.
"...my God...do that again, baby...please..."I cooed out to my lover, seeing him quirk up an eyebrow in bafflement for a moment before he replied.
"Do what...say that your Russian was bad?" Jasper replied smartly, still managing to please me with his good-natured jab, as I smiled before clarifying.
"Let me see you smile again, Jascha..." I whispered as I shifted my weight off of him, allowing me to peer directly into his porcelain features that I could not help but bring a gentle hand to the side of his face, needing to physically touch such magnificence presented only for me.
Leaning into my touch, Jasper's cheek resting against my palm, he smiled once more, granting my wish and succeeding once again in taking my breath away.
"Jesus..." I murmured mindlessly, rubbing the pad of my thumb across his cheekbone as Jasper let his brilliant smile fade into a softer one directed my way, the unbelievably attractive dimples still present in either of his cheeks, "...you're so beautiful...so fucking beautiful, Jascha..."
Jasper tentatively let one set of his fingers rest along my wrist, as he first blinked his eyes down before meeting my gaze once again.
"I uh...I still don't know how I feel about you, Eduard...but..." Jasper briefly left his impossibly important words hanging in the air above us as he ran the tip of his pink tongue over his full, bottom lip, seeming to need to gather his thoughts once more before finishing, "...I suppose if...you do not care where I am from...maybe...I should not care where you come from either...even if it is America..."
I laughed softly at the last of Jasper's words, my whole self feeling as if I had just been given a second chance at something amazing, perhaps it was life...as I brought my smiling lips to Jasper's forehead and pressed a chaste kiss to the smooth skin there in between a few of his shorter curls.
"Thank you..." I whispered the only words I could think of down to my Russian, watching as Jasper peered those time-stopping blue eyes of his up into my own, another smirk pulling at his cherry blossom lips that I simply had to kiss in gratitude.
The feel of his exquisite mouth against my own felt like catching a glimpse into heaven, true peace as a human being, as there was nothing to prove with him this time around, no haze of carnal need or blind ambition...just...me and Jasper genuinely loving being like this with each another.
"Meet me at Udachi tomorrow...so we can talk...?" Jasper posed the request upon breaking off our simple yet significant kiss, his words caressing over me just as much as his precious lips had, as I held his gaze for a moment, our noses touching affectionately all the while.
"Of course I will, Jascha...of course I will..." my words trailed off as I kissed his lips once more, this time making the sweet Russian male beneath me purr against my determined, pursuing mouth as he let his hands slide down my back.
"But...Eduard..."Jasper spoke in between our increasing, butterfly kisses, his fingers tickling at my sides as he trailed them back up to my arms, taking a firm hold of me as he captured my bottom lip inside his mouth, nipping playfully at my sensitive flesh before releasing it so he may speak again, "...be sure to use your accent there...just in case, da?"
I smirked knowingly at the breathtaking blonde holding onto me so dearly, speaking to me so tenderly, all while gracing me with his angelic smile that easily held such impact to render me nearly thoughtless with admiration, and my mind's musings reached me first before my capability of forming a reply.
"Christ...I was right...I am falling in love with him...I...had only thought it was possible before, but now...now, I am certain...I love him...I love him..." my thoughts spoke crystal-clearly to me, some of which I knew I could not hide from displaying in my weighted gaze towards him, Jasper's fingers never stopping in their endless coasting back and forth along my sides as he patiently awaited my answer.
I licked my lips, gazing at Jasper closely as if seeing his blonde locks and perfect features for the first time, as I uttered one, single reply to him, my brain still quite unable to catch back up to reality from everything that had happened...what was still happening to me right this moment, as those three words still replayed over and over inside my mind, begging me to voice them out loud to him.
"Da," I agreed to Jasper's reasonable suggestion, finding it rather uplifting that he had found it in himself to worry about the possible outcome should someone else have heard me speaking with my American accent inside the bar, and I responded to such a touching revelation with another heart-felt kiss to his life-changing lips.
Author's Note: Ku ku ku...ready yourselves for the first of my crazy-ass twists! All that and more coming up next!