A/N
Sorry it took so long :)
Warnings:
- A little bit of angst on the way in this chapter and a little more in the next one, but as I said – DO NOT BE AFRAID! I want those three to be together as much as you all do ;)
- bare anal sex
Thank you my amazing beta's – Fr333bird and Im_not_a_lizard (rhythm junkie)! You ladies are the best!
(whispers: Did you know that Fr333bird wrote some angst? *gasp* Go check "Rinse and repeat"!)
BPOV
Next week Rose invited us to her birthday party in a club. I didn't usually like clubbing or parties, especially dancing. But it was her birthday and obviously I couldn't say "no". So I stuffed myself in a pair of tight jeans and fancy flats and put on some make up while my boys did whatever they were doing in the bathroom. They came out looking a bit flushed so I quirked my eyebrows at them, sighed loudly and said, "Really?"
"It's just to get rid of the tension," Jasper murmured and I laughed at them.
"Yes, because going to a party is a really stressful thing." Then I thought about it. "Actually you're right… Can we just stay home?" As usual, before any such event I was suddenly very tired and would love to just curl under a blanket in front of the TV with the boys by my side…
The club was loud and crowded – with music banging and lights flashing – just as a club should be. But at least the DJ played decent music and the drinks coming on the house, or that is – on Rose's tab - were making the whole thing much, much easier. By the end of the evening to my great surprise I found myself dancing with both of my boys.
Jasper held me in his arms with my ass pressed into him and he was moving his hands on my hips to the rhythm of the music while Edward was dancing in front of me with his hands placed on Jasper's. We were way too pissed to even think about people casting glances at us or Rose smirking at us. I was a bit lost in it all, the flashing lights and the buzz of the alcohol in my head making it a bit surreal. I wanted this moment to stretch and consume me somehow, while my mind was capturing only the tiny details -the tip of Jasper's finger sliding just under my shirt and drawing excruciating and tantalizing circles over my exposed skin, or the sight of Edward's lips while he licked them so slowly that I felt I could count the passing hours before he shut his perfect mouth.
"I've got to go to the bathroom," I told them and walked on wobbly legs toward the toilets. Inside the bathroom the lights were bright and made me look ugly – my lips cracked, my skin too pale, my eyes blurry and clearly drunk. The music was banging outside, but here it was muffled, as though I was hearing it from underwater. I went to the cubicle, and while I was there I heard some people enter the bathroom.
"She's just a slut." I heard and immediately felt that the woman was talking about me.
"Yep. She's totally fucking them both," the other voice said. I couldn't recognize any of them, but the feeling that the women were actually talking about me increased.
"Well, she can fuck them or do whatever she wants, but that won't change the fact that they're fags," the first girl said and laughed.
"Yeah. It's a real shame that a nice piece of ass like that blond one is wasted. From the way he moves I can tell he could fuck for hours…"
"I prefer the copper haired one. I'd gladly do him. But without that whore around – I'm not like her - I don't like to share…"
I had no doubts now. They were actually talking about us and I felt heat crawling up my cheeks. I waited in the cubicle till they both went out before I slowly emerged from the toilet, splashed my face with cold water and went back to my boys.
"Edward." I grasped his hand. "Can we go home now? Where's Jasper?"
"I don't know," Edward said, shouting into my ear over the music, "I thought he was with you, I mean, he went to the bathroom right after you."
After almost an hour of searching for Jasper, we gave up and decided to go home leaving a message for him with Rose, as well as texting him. I was a bit anxious about him, but Edward assured me Jasper was a big boy and could handle himself on his own. But it was odd for him to leave without a word and I started to wonder if he could have heard the bathroom conversation of those two bitches. But it was held in the women's toilet so how could he have been able to hear it?
I was still very drunk and Edward was helping me to undress, making the process even longer because we kept getting tangled up, giggling and pulling at our clothes.
"I want you," Edward said while gathering me into his arms from behind, pulling my ass towards him and grinding his erection into me.
"My head's spinning," I told him, giggling again.
"Let it spin. I won't be using your head." He laughed and started fumbling with my pussy. I felt a bit numb, but I wanted it too so I pushed hard against his hand.
"Just put it in me," I told him, "I don't have patience for this."
Edward grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer and soon enough I felt cold, slick fingers sliding over my folds and then dipping inside, coating me with lube. He hitched my leg, placing it over his, and wrapping his other arm around my body. Then he pushed the head of his cock inside me, pausing for a while before pushing all the way in. I was still feeling hazy , but enjoyed the feeling of stretching, and his fingers on my clit. I was sure coming for me was not an option – not when I felt so desensitized - but was really surprised when the familiar feeling rushed through my body, and suddenly I was just right there.
"Oh God, Edward, I'm… now," I told him, and he increased the speed of his thrusts, knowing that would bring me over the edge. He came right after me, his cock thick and hard, pulsing inside me in a delicious way. He didn't even slip out of me – we just mumbled "I love you's" and fell asleep.
Sometime during the night I felt the mattress dip and a cool body aligning with mine, and I reached to embrace Jasper to bring him closer to me. He kissed me, murmured something I couldn't make out, and the next thing I knew it was morning and I was waking up to hushed but angry whispers.
"You should have told us. We were worried about you. You cannot pull shit like that and just disappear. How can you be so selfish all the time? You have to think sometimes about others too, Jasper – not only yourself!" I could hear Edward was really angry but I knew his harsh words must have been hurting Jasper.
"I told you I'm sorry. I met Peter, I wanted to talk to him, I went out for a minute, and the next thing I know you're both gone."
"We've left you messages."
"But I didn't get them until later," Jasper insisted, pausing when he felt me stirring.
"Ugh," I mumbled, feeling like a thousand bricks had fallen on my head, and my stomach was inhabited by a swarm of angry bees.
"Morning, sleeping princess," Edward said, and shoved something in my hand.
"God," I complained, pushing myself up on my elbows and trying to open my eyes to see two pills in my hand. Edward passed me a glass of water. "Oh fuck," I winced, and thought never, never again.
"***"
Wow, that day might have as well go fuck itself, I thought, while trying to make us some coffee and hiding under the bed sheets I'd spent most of the morning and part of the afternoon under. However, after I'd eaten some pho soup Edward ordered for us, and spent what seems like an eon under the hot spray of water, I finally felt a bit more human.
I stepped into the bedroom to the sight of Jasper and Edward making up – or making out if you will – Edward on his back on the bed, and Jasper lying on top of him They kissed each other lazily, gently, and with so much admiration that I paused, not wanting to interrupt them. But of course they noticed me after a while, and both smiled , inviting me to join in.
I don't really know what it was, but something about Edward that day made him vulnerable and sweet, and just a little bit lost – which was unusual, as he was always the most confident one of us all. I couldn't quite put my finger on it – maybe it was his way of saying I'm sorry to Jasper for being harsh, or maybe he was decompressing his worry, but I felt I loved him even more in that moment because he was so sweet.
Jasper kept stroking Edward's thighs and hips, slowly, without his usual urgent need. It felt like time had shut down, and we were forever captured in that little cocoon of our room, suspended in nothingness. The usual roar of the street behind the window was muffled, and only the sound of water running in the pipes reminded us that time was actually passing . here – in this room, cuddled together and stroking each other bodies, we were warm and safe and enveloped in our feelings, gentle touches and smiles.
Jasper took the lube from the drawer and reached behind Edward's legs, pausing, unsure, before asking, "You want this?"
"Yeah," Edward answered, and Jasper started slowly rubbing his fingers over Edward's ass, not breaking eye contact even for a moment.
Edward breathed a long, content sigh and took my hand.
"Come here," he murmured reaching for me and lifting me up, making me drop my towel in the process. He held my ass and pulled me up so I was straddling his face, grabbing the headboard for support. I knew I shouldn't, but I felt a bit ashamed at being exposed like that – above him, with my pussy lips touching his mouth. I knew I was blushing, but he just rubbed reassuring circles on my hips.
"Beautiful. You are beautiful. Come here," he repeated, and pushed on my hips to bring me closer to his mouth. I moaned when I felt the hotness of his lips around my pussy followed by his insistent tongue pressing inside .
I didn't know what Jasper was doing to Edward, so I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was still sat on his knees, between Edward's thighs. I watched the slow movement of his arm as he fingered Edward, opening him up for his cock. Then Jasper leaned down and kissed up my spine – leaving a hot trail of saliva on the way, and I felt Edward shiver, pressing me harder on his face, moaning in my pussy. I glanced back again surprised that Jasper must have entered Edward just like that, bare, , no more preparation, just the unhurried shift of their bodies.
Edward composed himself after a while, finding the rhythm of his tongue in my pussy corresponding to the lazy thrusts of Jasper inside him, and moved one of his hands to add fingers, stroking my slick entrance whilst kissing my clit. I needed him inside me, there was nothing else I wanted in that moment. I slid up onto my knees and repositioned myself, grabbing Edward's cock, hard, throbbing and sticky with pre-cum, directing it to my pussy, impaling myself on it with an eager groan. Edward took my hands in his, pulling me on top of him, making me spread on his chest with our arms extended above his head while Jasper placed his palms on my ass cheeks, pressing the flesh, squeezing them a little, before brushing them lightly again with just his fingertips.
And then I felt Jasper's fingers rubbing my hole softly. They were still slick from prepping Edward earlier, and beautifully insistent as they pushed inside me, inch after inch, circling, teasing, filling me up whilst simultaneously stroking Edward's cock through my walls.
I was still feeling it, the magic of that moment, like the molecules of air were trying to push against themselves, shining, warm and needy – just like us. I got lost a bit, allowing Jasper to take charge on the rhythm, synchronizing my movements over Edward's cock with Jasper's, still so painfully slow but deep, thrusts.
"Bella," I heard Jasper, and felt his hands in my hair, tugging very gently.
"Mmm?" I managed to murmur, but he didn't reply, just reached for me, hugging me in the middle of my body, bringing me up to him while Edward still kept his hands clutching mine. Jasper started kissing me – shoulders, neck, jawline, finally – lips – when I turned my head toward him, while his arms kept bringing me impossibly closer to him, crushing me a bit, pressing on my breasts and belly. I still felt the movement of Jasper's hips behind me as he continued thrusting into Edward. Warmth was spreading quickly through my whole body; I was hot, and covered with a layer of sweat – my skin slippery like ice under Jasper's palms.
He left my lips, tracing the trail back to my ear once again and whispered, his breath hot and sweet on my skin, "I love you."
Oh God, oh God, I panicked, trying to find the answer to Jasper's words, but nothing felt right except saying it back to him, but I didn't know if I was ready for it, not yet, not like that – with Edward sprawled under me, watching me with lust and devotion in his eyes. Did he hear? I wondered, but it didn't really matter in the moment because Edward reached one of his hands to my clit and I was coming, catching Jasper's lips again to make him feel it – that yes, I loved him too, so much - that I loved them both.
If Jasper was crushing me before , now he was literally bruising me. He kept gathering me up for himself while his thrusts into Edward became frantic, needy, desperate. I felt Edward's cock grow even more and pulse inside me, and envisioned the long spurts of hot cum erupting deep inside me. Jasper tensed behind me, mouthed Edward's name, then mine and "oh Gods", then the whole world stopped. There was only our ragged breaths, the thumping of our hearts and the hazy buzzing in our ears.
"Dear lord." I panted, trying to extract myself from Jasper's arms, but only managing to shift a bit before lying down on Edward's chest, his cock sliding from me, leaving a trail of cum on the inside of my thigh and a feeling of emptiness inside me. Jasper was still keeping his arm around me as he lay down next to us, extending his hand to Edward who took the hint and entwined their fingers together.
I didn't want to move – God - I wouldn't dare to move, to break this – whatever it was we were sharing tonight, so I closed my eyes, placed my hand on top of theirs.
"***"
We were totally out of food – a lonely, dry sausage rolled sadly in our fridge, along with some very suspicious looking marmalade and half-eaten can of pesto sauce, and also our toilet supplies were dangerously low, so I ordered a bigger grocery shop. That was how we found ourselves in a god damn huge supermarket, navigating the cart along the enormous aisles, and stuffing it with totally unnecessary things.
"Jasper," I slapped his hand and took a truly industrially sized package of popsicles out of the cart. He laughed and kissed me whist Edward wrapped his arms around me, trying to push me along with the cart.
"I swear, you're like babies!" I laughed at them and extracted myself from Edward to reach for some frozen fries, when I heard a nervous hiss behind me.
"You should keep your perverted relationship at home, not flounce it in front of children" a woman dressed in violet trousers and baby pink shirt scolded us. She was, in fact, holding a hand of a four year old boy, who seemed to be totally uninterested in us while trying to reach some kind of chocolate bar from the self with his free hand.
As usual in such situations, I was too stunned to say anything – I wanted to tell her it was none of her business and walk away, but saw that Jasper and Edward jumped back from each other as if they were burned, and I foolishly muttered something which sounded awfully like "I'm sorry retreating from the aisle with the cart, my ashamed boys following me in silence.
"So, do you want some chicken salad for dinner tonight?" I asked to break the silence, and after they'd hummed their appreciation I went to fetch the meat, leaving them to provide the drinks.
"***"
I knew they were angry – as much as I was, or maybe even more, but no one wanted to speak about it. After we'd come back from the supermarket and put away all the food and supplies, we went on to our daily chores, ignoring the subject. But I felt it lingering, and I could see it in the way Jasper snapped at Edward during their evening COD session, or in Edward's absentminded responses to my questions about dinner.
And later, when we all packed ourselves into the small space of the shower – I felt it in the way Edward crushed his lips against mine, holding me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and stroked my entrance with rushed fingers to bring me quickly to the edge, and then shoved his dick inside me, pushing roughly and fast. He withdrew from me before he even finished coming, his seed spilling down my legs and onto the shower floor, and stepped aside to make room for Jasper, who was standing pressed against the glass, wide-eyed and surprised but already hard, with his hand on his cock.
Jasper took Edward's place and I urged him to go for it. "Come on, come on," I murmured, pressing my fingers firmly on his ass while he hitched my leg over his hip, pushing my back to the tiles and holding me up in his arms as he entered me roughly, and fucked me hard against the wall. I bit his shoulder as I came and he slipped out of me, placing me back on the ground, and pushing on my shoulders until I was on my knees in front of him and he was filling my mouth with his cock. I could taste myself as well as Edward on his dick, and Jasper kept fucking my face with quick thrusts before he too, found his release, and I nearly choked on his spunk.
He stood still for a while longer, silent, before he dropped to his knees, and kissed me softly and deep, brushing away all the traces of cum from my face with his thumb. Then he pressed his forehead against mine and sighed.
Edward turned the water off and reached for the towels, wrapping me and Jasper like we were kids.
"Let's just go to bed," he said.
We crushed together, wrapping ourselves in the sheets and tangling our legs and arms as close as possible.
A/N
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