That tattoo on his hip …damn, that just killed me. If I was a cold-hearted, intending to take advantage, use him, abuse him and then kick him to the curb bastard, the sum total of all the things about that boy that melted my heart was found right there in that damn tattoo. "Im Lost" . DAMMIT! Why the hell couldn't have been a Goddamned Tasmanian devil or some USMC tattoo like all the other knuckleheads had to get? Why couldn't the night have been a little darker so I couldn't see it? Why did he have to get so damn deep under my skin? I couldn't just go ahead and fuck him after that no matter how badly I may have been tempted. I was going to make this all about him and make him feel good, and I was going to try hard to stick with my plan of romancing the lil fella, hell, maybe we could make a go of it. I leaned down and kissed it and then I made sure I put a hand on his chest to keep him in place as I kissed my way across to the other hip bone. He had a nice little happy trail leading down to his package, and his dick was as pretty as the rest of him, curving a little bit to the left, but otherwise straight and thick, rising up out of a neatly trimmed nest of hair. The boy was smooth up top, but his legs were hairy, and I could tell he had to shave fairly regularly, so he was quite the puzzle of perfect that I couldn't not wait to look at in some light. I softly blew on his dick, just to watch it twitch, and he whimpered softly, arching his back in an attempt to find some relief, and just as he did that, I leaned down and grasping the base of his dick with my free hand, I took the rest of him into my mouth as he let out a garbled shout. I didn't give him time to process what was going on, I swiftly teased the head of his dick with my tongue as he gasped and moaned, his hips bucking in spite of my hold on him, his hands slapped the bed of the truck as he tried to figure out what to do with them. Working the head of his dick over with my tongue, I used my other hand to give his sac some attention as well as his perineum. I slowed my pace a bit so that he could process a little of what I was doing and he finally thought to put one of his hands on my head, but he didn't try to control what I was doing I looked up at him and he was raised back up on his elbows, watching me, his eyes as large as saucers, mouth slightly open in both arousal and shock. I allowed some of the spit in my mouth to run down so that I had a little lubrication, and I became a little more adamant about teasing around his backside with my fingers, he dropped back down flat and moaned so decided to get his attention again by deep throating him and picking up the pace, As I took him all the way into the back of my throat, I dipped a finger in and moan that came out of him was erotic enough to make me able to cut diamonds with my dick.
JPOV
Nothing could have prepared him for that, nothing. He was so far into sensory overload that he knew he was about to explode at any second and then Edward slowed it down and just let sensation after sensation build within him. He was in ecstasy but also agony, afraid of looking like a damn fool if he came to fast or did the wrong thing. He didn't know where to put his hands or what to do. Was he supposed to do that back to Edward? He didn't know if he could yet. Was he supposed to tell him he was coming? What if Edward wanted to go the whole distance tonight? He knew he wasn't ready for that, and when Edward pulled his jeans down to his knees he realized he was more vulnerable with the much larger man than he had ever been with anyone in his entire life, and he was a little worried, if Edward wanted to just push the matter, there wouldn't be a whole hell of a lot he could do about it, its not like he would be able to fight him off or even get anyone to believe him. It was the combination of sensory overload, the beer, stress and anxiety that led to what happened next and left Edward debating just how good of a guy he was willing to be.
EPOV
I was doing my damndest working him over, and after I slipped a finger into him up to the first knuckle, he should have come like a rocket going off, but there was nothing, and in fact he had gotten mighty damn quiet and still. What the hell, he was even going soft! Ohh shit, I broke him! I looked up from what I was doing and I saw that he was doing a pretty damn good imitation of an unconscious fella. Ill be damned I thought to myself, he's fucking out cold. I looked in the carton of beers and realized that he had been working them over pretty steadily, so he was assed out drunk. That's right, I had a gorgeous, mostly naked, virgin, passed out mid act in the bed of my truck. This was one of those situations where the angel and the devil on my shoulder are in a full-fledged knock down drag out to the death brawl, and its damn sure a close deal. I am still hard as a rock, he is very much out cold. I tried to wake him up, calling his name, slapping his face, nada…zip, he was out. I packed up the beer and the rest of the stuff into the cab of the truck and as I was debating what to do, I decided to get a good look at him with my minimag light that I carried in my glove box, where I happened to have some lube, and condoms.
I walked around to the bed of the truck and shone the light on him. Damn! he had a few pretty obvious scars, but he had 7 tattoos total including the one on his hip. Rolling him over I could see that the boy was damn near perfect. His ass was round and smooth and I couldn't help but to run my hand over it. I drug him to the end of the truck so I could figure out what to do with him. He whimpered softly as he laid there, and I thought for a minute he might be coming around, but he just muttered under his breath. His damn jeans were all the way down to his boot tops and I could not resist just looking at him and contemplating gagging and securing my good angel in the glove box for 10 minutes for so while I had my way with him. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Jasper, I really want to fuck you, is that okay?" He didn't answer and I ran my finger down his back to the cleft in his buttocks, to see if he even twitched, but he was out. Dammit. Yeah, I had thought about letting the bastard side of me win for about 2 minutes, but then I thought about the sum total of the boy and that tattoo, and I knew I had to do this right. I reached down and hoisted his jeans up and then rolled him over so I could get his shirt back on him. Have you ever tried to dress a boneless chicken? that's kinda what its like dressing unconscious Jasper. Luckily hes a small fella and I just scooped him up and put him in the back seat of the truck on his side and fastened him in so he didn't go falling into the floorboard before I could get him home. I went through his pants and found his keys so I could get him in his place, though God knows I wasn't looking forward to meeting McCarty under these circumstances.
EMpov
He knew he was fighting a losing battle trying to stay awake, Hell, Jasper probably would want him to be asleep when he came home if anything had gone on, but dammit he felt like he had a right and an obligation to be worried about his combat buddy. Jasper had saved his life, and he was damned if he was going to let anything happen to him that was going to put him at risk for being hurt. He laid there in the dark, waiting to hear the familiar scuff of Jaspers raggedy assed cowboy boots to come up the sidewalk. He didn't know why Jas wore those damn things other than they gave him an inch or two of height. They were worn out on the sides from Jaspers odd bow-legged walking style, and he refused to get them resoled, or even polished, he just wore them looking like they had come off the range, and for all Emmet knew they may have, Jasper had them in his gear when they met, and he knew there was some kind of story behind them, but he figured that was yet another story that Jasper would tell him when he was ready. It was going on 0300 when he heard the sound of a big truck pulling into the parking lot outside their building, and as he laid there listening, he heard first one door open and then a couple of minutes later another door open and close on the truck. Emmet expected to hear Jaspers boots coming up the stairs, but he heard the step of a much larger man, and he was instantly on his feet when he heard a key in the lock and muttering as the deadbolt stopped the person from opening the door. He grabbed the door and flipped the latch, jerking the door open and to his surprise revealing a stunned Captain Cullen standing there with his unconscious brother thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
EPOV
I was going to be killed right on Jaspers front door. Emmett was going to kill me right there before I even got to say anything. He grabbed ahold of Jaspers limp body and cradled him to his chest like a little kid and he glared at me like I had killed his puppy. "What the fuck did you do to him?" He laid Jasper down on his side, after giving him a quick once over and then he stood up and advanced on me before I could even get back out the door. "Answer me GodDammit!" I started talking fast, "Nothing, I did nothing to him, he had too much to drink and he passed out so I brought him home." Emmett glared at me from under his eyebrows, " You didn't fuck him did you?" Holy Jesus! I was damn sure glad I didn't because I would be getting killed right about then I was damn sure, "NO!, He had too much to drink and he passed out, I didn't fuck him." Emmet stepped to the side and pointed where Jasper lay on his back, "The can you explain why his pants are undone and his shirt is on inside out?" Oh. fuck. I knew I had to shoot straight with McCarty, those two were like brothers and if I wanted to walk out of that place with my head still on my shoulders, I had to get Emmett on my side, so I fessed up., "Look Emmett, we were fooling around, it must have been a combination of sensory overload and too much booze, but next thing I know he is assed out and I am dealing with a party of one. I didn't take advantage of him. I like the kid and I want to do it right, so I dressed him as best I could and I brought him home. What do you say we get him comfortable and on his side so if he pukes he wont choke on it, and we will talk, you find some towels and I will get him undressed." Emmett looked at me like he was still not quite sure about things, but he went and grabbed a couple of towels and a small trash can out of the kitchen as I sat Jasper up and pulled off his inside out shirt. Emmett pulled off his boots and set them off to the side as I undid his jeans and worked them down past his hips and off. Emmett looked about as uncomfortable as any straight guy could look, seeing his buddy being stripped by a guy he knew wanted to put it to him, but I snapped him out of it by asking, "Dude, does he have any sleep pants or chones or does he always fly free?" Emmett rooted around in a duffel over in the corner of the room, and pulled out a pair of giant boxer briefs that we managed to get onto Jasper before I rolled him back onto his side and blocked him up with a couple of blankets so he couldn't end up flat on his back again. He never even whimpered as we rolled him all over changing him out and tucking him into his bedroll, and I knew that he had to have just been totally out of it, so I had Emmett get him a bottle of water to put next to his head so he would have some hydration when he woke up, and then I knew I had to go deal with poppa bear before I could make my escape before the sun came up. I couldn't resist taking a look at Jasper one last time after I stood up, asleep with his face all relaxed, he looked so damn young that I about felt like a pervert, but the tattoos and scars helped to ease that feeling just a little bit, but damn! he looked so young and innocent, it almost broke my heart to think I was considering taking advantage of him…almost.
I followed McCarty out onto the back porch so we could have our little chat in private without waking up Jasper, and where we would be sure to keep our voices down, because neither one of us wanted a hassle with city P.D. He bummed a smoke off of me as we shut the door to the small porch behind us and he leaned on the railing, looking out over the parking lot. "I want you to understand something sir, that man in there is not just my best friend, he is my brother. He saved my life. I owe him, I would kill for him, I would die for him. He is one of the few truly honest and pure-hearted souls I have ever met. He doesn't have an agenda. He doesn't want anything from you except to be with you and for once in his life to be loved. In all the years I have known him he has never once put himself out there, never once dated or even considered trying to find someone because he has never felt good enough or deserving of love for some fucked up reason. If you fuck him over, if you hurt him, I wont give a damn about anything, I will burn down your Goddamned world, do I make myself clear, sir?" I didn't know what to say to that, I hadn't really considered the depth of McCartys feelings for the boy and I was frankly stunned. Pretty much all I could do was stand there and look at him as I weighed the implications of all of the things he said. If I cut bait and run, then I would be in the clear but I would still be alone and I would never know just how sweet that boy was. If I stuck around and we made a go of it and things went sideways, then I was going to get eaten by a grizzly. I decided to try and reassure McCarty that I was going to treat his little buddy right.
EMPOV
Emmett knew he was probably being given a line of BS by the Capt. but all he could do was tell Jasper his worries in the morning and try to be there to protect him as best he could as thing went along if the Capt wasn't going to step off and leave Jasper alone. He made sure the Capt heard him though, and he fully intended to do his best to keep an eye on things, and if worst came to worst, he would be there to pick up the pieces when it all went wrong, no matter what the cost. "Listen Capt. Jasper is the real deal. He is not a player, he is as loyal as an old hound dog, and he wears his heart on his sleeve. The only things he has in the world are that ratty old truck, those raggedy assed boots, and that battered old guitar. All of those things he could replace a hundred times over, but hes not like that. He takes care of things and he sees the value in taking care the things he cares about. He is a true and good friend, and he will be a good uh…boyfriend or whatever you guys call it, but please don't hurt him, if you are just wanting a piece of ass, you could get that anywhere." The plea was as heartfelt and as honest as any plea could be, and Emmett hoped he was being heard, but he wasn't holding his breath, the Capt was giving him an appraising look and not saying much, so he was either considering what he was being told or plotting a way to get rid of him.
EPOV
Well hell, it was close to 0400 and and I had to get the hell out of Dodge before the light of day caught my ass in town and where it didn't belong, so I thanked McCarty for not eating me as I carried Jasper through the door, and I told him I had to hit the rack before it got much later. I stopped in the living room on my way through to the front door and checked on the boy one more time to make sure he hadn't shifted over. The first rays of morning sunlight were starting to come through the blinds hanging in the main window, and his face was softly lit giving it an even more beautiful cast that I had noticed before. I couldn't help it, I had to, even with McCarty walking into the room, I got down on my knees and I leaned forward and I pressed a gentle kiss to those soft lips before I left, taking his t-shirt with me.