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Chapter 8

Edward's POV

The next time I visit, Jasper is asleep. He lies in bed with his unkempt blond locks haphazardly scattered across the pillow. As I approach him, I have the urge to grab at my golden treasure. With my fingers buried in the softness, I close my eyes and can't help but imagine him kneeling before me.

On the inside of my eyelids, the most mesmerizing documentary is projected. No visual effects or stunts are needed; it's the raw material of the two of us, Jasper and I, while he gives me head.

I grasp at handfuls of his gorgeous hair and tug, never letting go, showing him exactly where I want him. Allowing him to breathe for only a mere second, I fill him with my cock, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly.

Fucking Jasper's mouth is the equivalent of paradise on earth. The warmth and wetness send waves of immense pleasure to the core of my bones. My skin is hot, and my breathing shallow. I thrust forward, hoping my shaking legs will hold on to the end. I thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and he never flinches. I hear him moaning around my cock, his continuous sucking adding the sounds of moist skin rubbed against the softest lips. Those lips create a sweetly torturing vacuum around my swollen flesh. It's hard to breathe.

Trying to catch up with my rhythm, he gulps several times, the depth of his throat surrounding my tip like the abyss of the ocean encases the remains of the wrecked ship, creating its bed for eternity. I believe I have found the place where my cock can rest for said eternity - in his gorgeous mouth, forever. I thrust again, and then once more, with the best measured sway of my hips without leaving the contact of those wet lips. I tug at the golden silk once more, suppressing the scream in my throat. It's the moment when I come in his throat, and he swallows, oh, he swallows it all.

Ah, the silken, golden hair in my fist. Immaculate.

Shit.

My panting has wakened him, and when I open my eyes, he stares at me in the semi-darkness. His nostrils flare while he tries not to look at my other hand covering my bulging groin.

My ears are turning red.

"Don't be ashamed," he whispers. "I know exactly what you feel."

I see motion under his bedsheet, and it takes a couple of seconds to realize it's his hand sneaking to where his cock is prominent under the white cotton material. The hand crawls there, aiming to cover a huge erection.

Did you hear me shout my gratitude to Fate? Guess you didn't, 'cause I'd never do it out loud.

I shout inside my head though, face up toward the ceiling.

Thank you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll never call you a bitch again! I promise! I'm sorry! Thank you!

"Jasper, can I touch you?" I can't believe I'm this brave. But it's now or never, or I'm going to burst.

I see his Adam's apple move swiftly under the skin of his neck and immediately want to lick there. It only stops me that he's obviously thinking, and thinking hard, before he opens his mouth to say what seems like a life-changing sentence.

"I have no idea what's going on here," he finally speaks, "but I sense I'll be relieved if you touch me. Please, do."

And he closes his eyes, waiting for my next move.

My hand finds its way instantaneously and rests over the bulging sheet. His cock is now pressed under the weight of both his palm and mine, and I hate that the cotton material separates us. Maybe it's for the best, giving my inexperienced patient the chance to take one step after another, smoothly, and not get scared. So I choose the barrier of the cloth to be my ally, knowing the feeling of a rubbing thumb along a cotton-clad erect cock is actually sensational. I slowly and very gently push at the side of his palm, giving him a sign that he needs to remove it. There it remains prominent again, the ridge of his erection, slightly tilted to the right side of his stomach.

I use the pad of my thumb to trace the ridge. When I'm halfway up, his cock twitches under my touch.

Oh yes, he likes it. He likes my touch.

I exhale loudly, only now realizing I've been holding my breath.

"I want to kiss you, Jasper. Please."

There's that Adam's apple, moving up and down , up and down again. The nostrils flare once more, but then he speaks, and there's no hesitation to his voice.

"I think I want to try it."

I'm on a mission. I need to kiss him delicately, not with the rising passion I feel inside me.

You don't want to suck the air out of his lungs and scare him to death, do you, Cullen?

So I do my best to be gentle. I brush my lips against his, ever so lightly, wanting to be like the breeze which caresses the ocean's surface. Then, like gliding a palm and trying to catch a tiny wave by the shore, I let my tongue trace the heavenly outlines of his lips - the upper one, then the lower one - until I feel the slightest of movement, and they are almost invisibly parted. I dip the tip of my tongue inside the sweetness. His lips are velvety, the tongue that meets mine is moist.

My groin throbs. A succession of light flashes block my vision, and I lose my eyesight for a long moment. I lose my ability to breathe, and I only concentrate on the thought that I mustn't suffocate him. I break the kiss the moment I feel I'm not able to control myself any more.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh.

"What's wrong, Jasper?" I see tears in his eyes, and they scare me. Did I somehow manage to ruin this?

"Why the hell do I like this so much?" He indicates my palm, which still cups his fully erect penis. "And why the hell do I like being kissed by a man? Does this make me gay?"

I have no answer. Maybe he's bisexual, who knows.

"This makes you my possible lover, Jasper. That's what I can tell. I can give you a blowjob for a start, and you can tell me if you enjoy it. Although there's no physical difference between a woman's mouth and a man's, you'll feel different, believe me. We're gonna try it as soon as I manage to get us both out of here. Now, let's practice that goddamned convulsion."

"I need to know what you're planning, Edward." He speaks calmly. There's no trace of confusion in his voice.

"We need to get you to the ICU, which is very near the emergency exit. We'll find a moment to disappear. I'll take you home."

"So we need a convulsion in my record to explain why I'm back in the ICU after so many days of improvement."

"Right. Like I said, several convulsions in a row."