The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 24
Pen name: SorceressCirce
Pairing: Edward/Jasper
Rating: MA

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A/N: Another slash one-shot – read on if you like that sort of thing :)

The metal clangs and creaks as I climb the fire escape, my gaze shifting between my footing on the rickety stairs and my goal – the light pouring out of the seventh story window left propped open like a neon enter sign. I brush my hair out of my eyes and smile, biting back a moan as I think of what waits for me there.

Or rather, who waits.

I can just picture him lying on his bed, looking for me, but my smile fades, a grimace replacing it as I think of the reason I'm scaling the goddamn building.

Fucking Rosalie.

Jasper's sister is a controlling bitch. She hates me. She hated me even before I "turned" her baby brother gay, back when I was just a guy who hung out on their sofa and played video games with Jazz and her boyfriend Emmett.

I snort, rolling my eyes.

If that whore only knew the things her sweet, innocent little brother does to me and begs me to do to him, she'd fucking die of shock. Literally.

And maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

We placate her to keep the peace. Jasper's family is important to him and, therefore, important to me. So I show up at the front door and take him out on proper dates where we dress like the gentlemen we aren't. He never stays at my place past midnight – at least when the Bitch is at home – and we occasionally drive out to motherfucking Forks to spend the day with his family. I'm accepted, if begrudgingly, so we've worked out all these rules and details to keep things kosher.

And then I climb the fucking fire escape about four nights a week to do all those other things nineteen-year-old men want to do. We find other times throughout the week, but it's always quick and dirty, and we need the uninterrupted hours to fuck and suck and fall asleep together.

Because despite what Rosalie might think – and what our clandestine behavior might suggest – we are in love.

At first, Jasper occasionally spent the night with me, but then Rosalie caught him coming home before the sun was up and freaked the fuck out. It caused this big family meeting – which I had to attend – where they talked about what was "proper" and how they expected Jasper to behave. It was goddamn bullshit, but I bit my tongue because Jazz wanted me to. I'd thought that maybe Rosalie went along with it for the same reason he did – to keep up appearances – but the more I got to know her, the more I realized…she believes all that shit.

I feel sorry for Emmett. The poor guy is probably still waiting for a blowjob, and they've been together a year longer than we have.

I got my first blowjob from Jazz on our second date.

Granted, we'd been friends since the first day of college, so it wasn't like we'd just met or anything, but it was still pretty fucking unbelievable.

I pause for a few seconds when I hit the fifth floor landing, just to let the anticipation build. Thoughts of Jasper's family keep messing with my head, too, and I want to get over that shit before I climb through his window.

They're close – really close – which is something I just don't understand. My dad left when I was a baby, and my mom raised me the best she could, but we've just never really had that bond, I guess. She's still somewhere in Chicago, and we talk sometimes, but it's just sort of…casual. I accepted my free ride to UW and moved to Seattle without ever looking back.

So, I try to let Jasper have that. I think it must be pretty cool, really, but I hate to see how it upsets him when Rosalie says something bitchy or when he has to ask me to leave when I know he doesn't want to. It sucks. For both of us.

But there's nothing we can do about it right now.

There's a lot I'd like to do about it in the future, but that's for when we're older and ready to settle down…because I honest-to-God have no doubts that it's Jasper I want to be with. He just has to be ready, too.

When I climb up from the sixth story, I can hear music drifting down from his room – The Clash, this time. I smile, and my steps quicken. I poke my head in his window, stealing a few seconds to watch him before letting him know I'm there.

He's stretched out on his bed, propped up on one elbow, and the way the lean muscles in his shoulders bunch up underneath his thin white t-shirt is fucking hot. His shirt has ridden up some, letting me see a little strip of skin above his ratty old jeans that are pulled low on his hips. The top of his boxers is sticking out like always, but before I get any further, he runs his fingers through his hair, and the motion draws my eyes.

"Should I stay or should I go now? If I go, there will be trouble…and if I stay, it will be double…"

As the music penetrates my brain, I realize I'm standing on my boyfriend's fire escape with a semi, when I could be inside, pressing him down into that mattress he's lying on and feeling his lips all over my body.

Fucking moron.

"Hey, baby," I call out softly to let him know I'm there. He glances over his shoulder, and a slow smile spreads on his lips before he tosses his magazine to the floor and stands up.

"Hey, yourself," he answers, crossing the small room as I climb in through the window. He reaches me just as I straighten up, and his hands grip my hips as he pulls me to him roughly. He's always so forceful and insistent, and it turns me on like nothing else. His lips are hungry and hard against mine, but then he pulls away and frowns at me. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming."

I take a step to the left and shrug out of my jacket as he closes the window against the cool April night. We're always quiet and keep the music going, and I make sure to come over after Rosalie's ridiculous 9:00 bedtime, but it's already after 11:00 now. "Yeah, sorry…I was beginning to think I wasn't ever going to get off. James called in again, and I had to stay a little late to cover his tables until Peter got there." I cut myself off, shaking my head to stop the babble as I pull Jasper back to me and kiss him.

This time, he smiles and gives a little mmm of approval as his hands slip under the edge of my t-shirt. I've already shed the stupid green polo I have to wear when I wait tables, but the thin fabric of my work khakis lets me feel the way he's growing harder against my thigh. His fingers run along my abdomen, tracing lazy patterns as he reaches up to tease my nipple before his hand dips right back down to the button of my pants.

I smile against his lips and begin walking him backwards, heading to the bed he just abandoned as my own fingers make short work of his button fly. He tugs at the bottom of my shirt, and I lift my arms, breaking our kiss long enough for him to yank the fabric over my head. He ducks down, taking my nipple between his lips as he teases it with the tip of his tongue. He has some sort of fascination with my chest, and I do nothing to discourage it.

Our hands are hard at work, and soon, we're down to our boxers, stretched out on Jasper's bed. It's a full size, which takes up most of the damn room, but we bought it together last July after spending all of June fucking sweating to death in his twin. His hips are between my thighs as he rocks against me, our hushed grunts and moans mixing weirdly with the sound of "Tommy Gun" coming from his docked iPod.

We have to be so damn quiet in his apartment that every once in a while, it feels good to go to my place and just fucking scream as we go at it. But we're safer here, or at least Jasper is, because Rosalie never leaves her room after she goes to bed, and we've learned how to be quiet enough to keep from waking her.

Fucking Rosalie.

The last thing I want to do right now is think of her, so instead I focus on the way Jasper's cock feels as it brushes against mine. He's kissing me and biting my lip and nearly fucking growling, so it's easy enough to forget. I slide my hands into the waistband of his boxers, squeezing and rubbing his ass as he pants into my mouth. I breathe him in greedily, losing myself entirely as we become one.

I need to feel him, skin against skin, so I shove his boxers down. He pulls back to give me room, and we're a tangled mess of long legs as we kick them off, leaving us both nude. When he settles back on me again, I can't help the loud ass groan that escapes me, but he's ready for it, his lips covering mine to mute the sound. He knows how vocal I am, and I know just how much it excites him to hear me. The only thing that ever holds me back is the thought of another one of those fucking family meetings – or, worse, hurting Jasper by upsetting his family.

His stiff shaft feels so good against mine, pre-cum leaking from the tip to drip onto my sensitive head. I can't take it anymore – being so passive – and I grab him by his wrists, flipping him over onto his back. He gives a content sigh, and his fingers tangle in my hair as I kiss my way down his toned abdomen. My tongue dips into his belly button, teasing it, and I smile against his skin when the smell of his body wash hits me hard.

I raise my head. "You just took a shower?" He nods, a smile ghosting across his lips before they form a pout, and he lifts his hips from the mattress, the head of his dick bumping against my chin. I know what he wants, and I give it to him. I lick a long line from the slit at his tip all the way to his balls, teasing and messy as I slide my body down to settle between his spread knees. I pause there, my hands moving to caress his skin while my tongue works its magic on the gathered flesh of his balls. He jerks with a needy hiss, his fingers tightening in my hair, but instead of pulling me away, he pushes me lower.

I lick at his sensitive flesh, my tongue tracing tantalizing patterns so close to where he wants me…where he needs me. He's whispering, pleas of "God, yes, Edward" and "Stop teasing me, please" drifting down from above, muffled by his thighs against my ears. I nudge his balls with my nose, and he spreads his legs further, letting my tongue dart down to his entrance, where I flick once before I stop, smiling as he squirms.

"Fuck, Edward…just…will you…God, please…"

I fucking love it when he's incoherent like that, and I can't wait to make him even more so. I make myself wait until he grows still, and I can sense his disappointment before I attack, lowering myself to the mattress as I wrap my arms around his thighs, holding him in place. My tongue is teasing and probing, my hand reaching up to stroke his cock as I bury my face in him. I can just hear him panting, and I can feel his thighs quivering as he digs his heels into the mattress, lifting his hips off the bed.

I'm relentless in my attentions until he begins to pump rhythmically, and I know he's getting close. I can hear him then, begging me to stop and to keep going all at once. I know Jasper, though; I know he wants to be buried inside me, and I'm so goddamn hard and aching that I can't wait for that either, so I back off, kissing my way up his thigh.

I can't just leave him like that – he needs to calm down some – so I take his cock deep in my mouth, making my movements slow and soothing. He twitches, his breathing erratic, but gradually, he stills, and his hands in my hair are gentle as he massages my scalp. He tugs lightly, pulling me upward, and I let him go reluctantly.

He kisses me fully, his tongue and lips saying everything he needs to say, letting me feel how much he loves and wants me. He rolls me onto my back and then turns away, reaching into his nightstand for a condom and bottle of lube.

I reach down, stroking him gently until he settles back beside me, leaving the items on the sheets. He moves to kneel between my legs, taking me deeply without any sort of warning. He's swallowing and teasing, his teeth scraping me lightly as he picks up the lube. He pours a little into his hand, and then his slick fingers are rubbing my entrance. I spread my knees for him, letting him press a finger into me. A second joins the first, and then a third, and his other hand is wrapped around my base, squeezing and stroking as he sucks me.

My head presses back into his pillow, my back arching with the sheer pleasure he's bringing me. Before long, it's my voice that's begging, whispering for him to please take me. His tongue traces the line between my balls, letting the chill air in the room breeze across my wet cock. I shiver, both from the cold and in anticipation, and I feel his smile before he blows gently, heightening the sensation.

"Fuck, Jasper…please, baby…" My words are a breathless whisper, but he listens. He spreads out on top of me, letting me feel his weight as we kiss heatedly.

At long last, he moves to my side, and I know that our teasing is through. For tonight, anyway. Our hands work together to roll the condom down his length, and I pour the lube into my hand, stroking him a few times before he moves to his knees again. He braces himself above me, his hands to either side of my shoulders as he kisses me chastely. He's watching me when he whispers, "God, I love you, Edward…"

And then he shifts, one hand moving between us to help guide him in. He stretches me even as I whisper my love in return, and he feels so goddamn good that I wonder again why the hell we ever leave his bed.

My arms wrap around him, one of my hands grasping his shoulder while the other kneads his ass, and I shift my hips, lifting my legs back so that I am spread wide for him. He grunts, pushing all the way in; he leans down and bites my shoulder with a passionate groan. My head turns automatically, my lips seeking his so that our kisses can help keep us as quiet as possible.

His hips rock against mine, and despite our need for silence, I hear the whimpering and panting that accompanies his thrusts, adding an altogether different beat to the music of The Smiths coming from the iPod. My own cries are desperate and breathy, filled with pleading and longing.

My cock is trapped between us, providing just enough friction to drive me mad, but it isn't until Jasper reaches down and takes me in hand that I inhale sharply and begin to meet him thrust-for-thrust. He drives into me hard – again and again and again – as he strokes me faster. I feel the vibrations in my toes, a thrumming that spreads up my calves before traveling through my thighs. My body is taut, right on the edge of something fucking mind-blowing, and then Jasper's thumb brushes over my head as he whispers, "Cum for me, Edward," and I do.

My world shatters into tiny points of light, dots blooming behind my eyelids as my jaw clenches and I grunt so loudly, it's nearly a growl. My cum sprays all over my chest, and Jasper lets go of me, both his hands moving right beside my hips to give him more leverage as he just pounds into me. He's so hard and hitting so deep that it makes my thighs quiver, but he thrusts only a few more times, and then he grows still, a quiet, "Fuck," on his lips before his hips are rocking again, more slowly now as he comes down from his high.

All is quiet in the apartment except for the sound of Morrissey's plaintive voice singing, "Please, please, please, let me get what I want this time…"

Jasper leans down, kissing me tenderly, and then I feel empty as he pulls out, sitting back on his heels to take off the condom. It's moments like this that I feel…whole. As ridiculous as it sounds, Jasper makes me want to be a better man, and it's when he's looking at me like that that I think I just might be.

He cleans us both up, and I feel myself starting to drift off to sleep while he's still settling into bed beside me. I'm lying flat on my back when the light clicks off, bringing blessed relief to my tired eyes. His weight is comfortable and perfect against my side as he rests his head on my shoulder, his hand rubbing my chest gently. I hum in approval and shift, burying my face in his hair to kiss his head.

"Hey, Ed?" he whispers.

"Mmm…" I answer, waiting to hear him say he loves me. Just the thought puts a smile on my face.

"You awake?"

That's weird.

It begins to filter through my post-coital fog that Jasper seems strangely alert. His body is a little tense at my side, and I tighten my arm around his waist, shifting so that I can just see his face in the dim light through the blinds.

"Can I ask you something?"

"'Course, Jazz…" My voice is still a little mumbling, but I'm focused on him, curious about what he has to say.

He takes a breath, and his fingers tap against my ribs, making him seem nervous for some reason. "You know my birthday's coming up, right?"

I frown slightly. "You hinting at a present already, baby?" I smile wryly, wondering where the hell he's going with this. His birthday isn't for another couple of months, but I have some plans in the works – specifically, I've already booked the hotel room, and I'm taking him on a trip to the beach, no matter what story we have to concoct for his family.

"No." I see the flash of white teeth as he smiles. "Actually, I…there's something I need to ask you." He breaks off, muttering under his breath. This isn't like Jasper. He's never flustered, never unsure, and my mind is suddenly more focused. "I'm going to be twenty, right?"

I nod, reaching over to cup his cheek as I wait for him to make some goddamn sense. He sits up partially, propping himself on one elbow as he looks down at me earnestly. The light pollution from the street is just bright enough to let me see the blue of his eyes, and I can't help but smile. He's just so fucking beautiful.

"Can I move in with you?"

The words are a shock to my system, and I sit up, mirroring his position. Our faces are only inches apart as I blink at him. I don't know what I expected, but it sure as hell wasn't that. "Why?" is the first thing I blurt out.

He frowns at me, glancing away, and I curse myself for the idiot I am. I lean over to kiss him with a smile on my face. I keep my lips against his as I murmur, "Of course you can…god, I'll fucking help you move tomorrow…" His lips curve into a smile, and we kiss for a long time before we part at last. "I just wondered what brought it on…why now?"

I've asked him to move in with me more times than I can even really remember, but there was always a strong argument for why it wasn't a good idea – his family. Jasper runs his fingers through his hair. "It's going to sound fucking stupid," he warns.

I roll my eyes. "I doubt that."

He licks his lips, making me want to start the kissing and rubbing and fucking all over again, but I control myself, moving my gaze to his eyes instead. His breathing is shallow when he speaks, and I put my hand on his hip, my thumb rubbing soothingly along his hipbone. "It's a new decade for me, you know? And I…I want to start it as me. I'm tired of this shit." He motions toward the room with his hand, shaking his head before his eyes come back to mine. "I'm tired of hiding us. I want you. I want to be able to go to bed with you at night and wake up with you in the morning, and fuck anyone who doesn't understand."

For a minute, I wonder if maybe I really did fall asleep and this is all some cruel dream, but I'm pretty sure that my dream-self would say something better than, "Hell, no. You're only fucking me."

Jasper laughs quietly, shaking his head at me. "You're fucking adorable when you're tired." He leans over, tilting his head to kiss me, and it's when our lips part and I feel his tongue brushing against mine that the truth of his words sinks in.

I pull back and look at him seriously. "You mean it? You want to live with me?"

He shifts, moving closer to me so that our hips are pressed together, our legs twisting with the sheets. His hand is hot on my lower back when he nods. "Please," he says simply.

I can't answer, not in words. I nod, my lips hungry and insistent against his as I press him back onto the bed. I move to straddle his hips, and his hands are roaming my back, moving over my ass to my thighs when I finally find words again. "Rosalie's going to flip her shit."

He laughs, biting my jaw before he nods. "It's worth it," he whispers back. "I might never let you wear clothes again, though."

My heart feels light, and I laugh with him. "Definitely worth it," I murmur, and he bucks his hips against mine, making me forget everything else for a while.

A/N: So yeah… more E/J smut. I don't know what's happened to me. ;) Hope you enjoyed it, though.

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