Wow! Thank you all so much for the love in the last chapter! I was blown away by the amount of people who reviewed, and I even drew out some new reviewers! Yahhoooo! Sorry this one took so long but I have figured out I have a bad habit of getting sucked into Youtube when trying to find good writing music and well…things get pushed aside! But I hope that this chapter makes it worth your wait! It's a little sappy I'm not going to lie but with all the drama of the last few chapters I think a little fluff is good for the soul don't you think?
So gay movie night which some of you expressed excitement for is actually a thing that me and my gays used to do every Sunday night. We'd cook, each making an appetizer main course and desert rotating each week, and then we'd watch a Gay themed movie. At one time my local movie rental place had a HUGE selection of these movies and the one that I mention in here Latter Days is probably one of the best movies gay or otherwise that I have ever seen. Look up the trailer on youtube! It's such a heartfelt and lovely film. I'll bet you will all fall for it and you can also watch it on Logotv . com (remove the spaces) Seriously check it out!
Much thanks to Misty for texting me through tears, and heartache and helping me finish this chapter with thoughts of pervyness. You are my girl!
Happy reading all! XOXO Maria/Philomina
A needle.
Small and tiny, deceptively sharp and oh how it had glimmered in the yellow surgical lights overhead.
Ink, red and black the colors of fury and death, glistening wetly in little tin pots.
His arm, and tender pale skin of his 16 year old body primed and ready for this honor, this occasion that would mark him for his life as one who was not to be fooled with. Just by having this tattoo with the little TS above a jagged red toothed smile would make him a man to be feared and respected in Beeville, add an additional severity to his prison term, make him a target behind bars and now was something he frantically sought to cover up as much as he could. But in his nervousness he had pushed the sleeves of his shirt up exposing it to the critical eyes of the two men before him.
Jasper once had loved his Texas Suckers tattoo. The power and status it gave him. But now…now he felt it burning…as if once again the needle was sinking the ink in his skin again making it scratch with fire.
Jacob and Sam both gave him stony ice cold glares, daring him to lie and to just see what would have happened if he did. But Jasper did not run…nor did he ever lie about his past if someone asked him a direct question about it. Besides it would be fool hardy to see that these men meant business.
So he took a deep breath, looked them square in the eyes and faced the accusation.
"What could ya both even know 'bout it." He growled. To show any weakness would be his undoing. He had to know what they knew.
Sam barely budged as he spoke. "I know that, that mangled piece of shit on your arm is the stamp of a criminal. Jake and I both grew up on a Rez where more gangs ran around and fought. I know one when I see one and that right there is the mark of a street solider."
"And besides," rasped Jacob, "I know your face and I know what you are all about there. We might have grown up on different parts of the USA but you and I and Sam all played the same games as kids. I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your hands that you grew up in some fucked up piece of trash town where only the strong and cunning survived. You were sizing me and him up the moment we walked in."
"So," said Sam taking a step closer, the muscles under his white shirt bunching. Jasper balanced on the balls of his toes, taking the defensive stance. It was all too natural for him. "I love Edward like a brother but he is as innocent as my Seth who has no idea about these things…he may not be able to see that you aren't what you appear to be but we know and before this little dinner goes further you had better tell me and Jake what the fuck you want with our Edward. And don't you dare lie."
Jasper knew he had to answer them and answer them quick. He wanted so badly to bolt and run back to his apartment but…to do that to Edward. It would break his heart. He had gone to so much trouble for him already and…maybe if he could explain to Sam and Jacob that he would never ever lay a hand on him…then perhaps these two could at least give him a small chance.
Taking a deep breath he answered them.
"Your right…'bout the tattoo." His voice was quiet and steady. He would not look away. " It is a gang tattoo…the Texas Suckers…they was my group a long time ago. I ain't had any gang things in a long while and well...as for Edward…can't a man try and make thing better for his self?"
Jacob shook his head, "Maybe in the world of the delusional but you and I both know that change is small and hard to come by."
"Look," Jasper took and aggressive step towards the men tired of them being just as every other person he had come across since he could remember. Judging him on his past rather than on what he was trying to do now with his life. " I ain't out to hurt Edward…I never would an' any fucker who comes near him with nothin' but good is gonna feel my fist in their gut so back off. I know I don't belong anywhere near him, an' trust me I tried to stay away but…" he looked at his feet. Maybe they were right…maybe this was a sing to tell him to stop fooling himself and just distance himself from Edward. " He has a way 'bout him ya know? I…I like bein' with him. Makes me forget that I'm a fuck up…"
When Jasper looked up at both of them their faces had changed someone. Jacob looked curious while Sam's gaze was slightly less severe. Taking a deep breath, he spread his arms tattoo and scars in the plain light of Edwards Christmas tree.
"Ya both are his friends…I respect that. But I ain't ready to leave him just yet…I want to…I want to see if I have anythin' good left in me. A couple a' weeks ago…I didn't think even in a way a' good. An' then," his smile was sudden and soft at a memory and he trembled slightly from the emotion and realization that for the first time in a long while…he was fighting for someone other than himself. " An' then Edward shows up with his smiles, an' cookies , and laughs an' I just…I can't help it…he…" his lips pursed and he floundered looking for the right way to say his heart. "He breaths somthin' in me."
And like that to himself Jasper suddenly felt like something in his life made sense. Like the out pouring and confusion of the past month had all come together into a shining reason for existing.
Edward.
The epiphany must have shown on his face because when he looked at Sam and Jacob it was as if they were seeing something that they had wanted to find all along. The iciness was gone and Jacob's face was kindly calm and Sam was smiling slightly.
"Now we see," whispered Jacob, "You had us worried there for second."
"Yeah man," Sam chuckled, "I thought I was going to have to throw out some thug for messing with my wife's best friend." He gave Jasper a crooked grin. "At least I know you are a reformed thug."
And just like that they motioned for him to sit on the couch and grabbed him a beer. Cautiously Jasper eased down into the plush couch, watching as the men settled with familiar effortlessness into the duel wing chairs across from him. They all took long gulps of the Killian's Red, trying to calm the testosterone that had been flying through the air. Jacob looked at him for a long moment.
"So…" he started slowly, " Me and Sam here are going to tell you a little story, let you know where we are coming from and then maybe you can be a little less threatened. Trust me Jasper you are in good company for those who haven't had the most sparkling past."
"We both," Sam motioned at himself and Jacob, " Know a little now as to why you are here…its probably the same reasons we are."
Jasper's brow bent and he looked over at the closed door where Edward and the others had disappeared, "Won't they be…?"
Sam waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry Seth will keep them occupied for long enough…" he folded his massive hands and leaned towards him, "But for now…you're going to listen to us."
Jasper nodded stiffly, realizing that this was something he was going to have to endure for these men to trust him enough to be around their mates.
Jacob took another swig of his beer and smiled tightly, "Long time ago me and Sam here grew up on the Reservation…it was a rough place…"
"We didn't have much of anything…money or hope," Sam took over.
"But," said the other, "There were always ways to make money…not always the best of ways but we learned to scrap a living off what and who we could. I'm not going to go into details but it's enough to say that we fought for our food, and our homes and whatever dignity we had. We watched as the gangs sucked people in…almost got sucked in ourselves. In a way when I was 18 maybe it was a good thing that I got busted for stealing power tools…"
Jasper was shocked. "You?"
Jacob smirked, "Yeah I was young and stupid and tried to resist arrest…they found some meds on me that let's just say I didn't have a prescription for and well…I spent a good year in the county jail."
Now he was really surprised…he knew these men were hard but not like…him? At least in some way.
"Ya did time?" he asked.
"Yeah… I sure did…a whole yeah behind bars at county." That was where Jasper had seen those eyes before…after his first year in prison he remembered looking into a mirror to shave. The face that stared back was one that held such an empty sadness…that had only gotten hollower as time went on. Up until Thanksgiving when Edward had first appeared he had wondered if his eyes would always look as if he were haunted by all that was cruel. "And it…was bad. In fact it was…unimaginable."
Sam smirked a little, "It was hard making rent at the time…we had roomed together in the city and I was working as a bouncer at this bar. I was flat broke but…even if I wanted more than anything to go back and try and crack a car or something…I knew that I needed to do something good…or else we were going to BOTH be in the slammer. And then who would come and help? I had been in juvie when I was 13 for stealing already I knew how bad it would be now if I went back."
The men were silent for a moment each in their own memories and Jasper felt the words slip put before he lost his nerve, "I was…sent to State prison…for 7 years."
He had their attention.
"I…it was hard…I know what ya are talkin' about…the quiet and the aloneness." God he had never spoken about this…never once to any soul. "I weren't a good man before then. Hell, I was hardly a man at all. But now," he stared trying to convey that he was simply trying. " I need ta find me a job that don't care that I have no diploma or that I was in prison." He huffed and took a long drink, " Ya'll know how hard that is."
Jacob gave him a thoughtful glance but said nothing.
Maybe a second later Edward, Seth and Bella filed out of the room. Jasper watched as immediately Jacob went to his wife, arms wrapping around her large waist as if he were checking to see if she was ok. She laughed and kissed his cheek. He wondered what it was like to know such ease and comfort.
Seth bounced over to Sam who was still sitting in the chair and perched on his lap like a little doll, legs swinging playfully. It was easy to see the adoration in the tough man's face when his lover ran a hand through the long shaggy hair, the way his eyes melted into such gentleness. It made Jaspers fingers itch and his heart twinge with the longing of knowing what it felt to hold something so small and sweet in his arms.
The love between the two couples was so…painful. Sam and Seth's relationship in particular, made him hurt. To see such tenderness and love between two men, one so slight and kind and obviously protected and loved by this coarse male made him remember…things. Those two people back in the cell…the blood and the screams and the…
"Jasper?" Edwards little hand touched his arm. Surprisingly he was startled… he had a feeling Edward might have been the only one who could have put his hands on him without him striking out.
"Are you ok?" he whispered concerned.
Jasper just smiled and nodded. Edward breathed a sigh of relief pointing to the couples.
"Good! I was worried about you with the two of them…Sam and Jake can be very…intense when they want to be."
Hell of an understatement.
In a few minutes Edward ushered everyone into the kitchen and the feasting began. For a long while everyone was silent and the food that Edward had prepared spoke instead to all present. The tastes wrapped around Jaspers tongue and he was lost in a sea of sensation and flavor. Everything that Edward had made for him so far not only fed his stomach but more importantly seemed to feed his soul. His food was comforting and sensual often making him feel as if he were being seduced and not just by the taste of what he was consuming. There was always a sense that this was Edwards's way of communicating with those he loved in a way far far deeper than words could express. Words could be cheap but cheese and wine and pasta were symbolic of all things that seemed to matter to him. It made him happy to know that when he came over Edward, despite his quiet protests and no matter how late it was, would always make him something delicious or heat up a leftover dinner he had made earlier. It made him feel special and wanted.
When Jasper finally looked up from his plate he noticed Edward watching him. Deliberately he locked blue eyes with green and stared as Edward fed himself a snippet of bread dripping in olive oil. The fingers curved around the crust, his lips parted and were moist with hunger and left over oil from previous bites. All else faded around him as his red head slipped the bread into his mouth, fingers slightly catching his lips on the way back. The eyes closed as if in ecstasy as if such a simple thing could be so fulfilling. When Edward caught his stair again it was with such an innocent sensuality and red flush that he knew that he would be franticly jacking off as soon as he got home to the image of something else going past Edwards's moistened lips.
"If you two are done eye fucking each other I'd really like to cut my fabulous cake and watch the movie." Seth exclaimed while flicking his wrist in the air. Jasper's cheeks burned as he came back and noticed that everyone was staring at them both, eyes amused and lips quirked in a grin.
"Seth" huffed Edward, "As if you and Sam don't blow one another when you look at…"
"Oh please, he's my husband! Its fine if he wants to rape me every 4 seconds!" Seth waltzed over to the fridge and took out his cake, "Jasper has to make an honest man out of your first!"
Edward looked about ready to die and he frantically stared at him as if he'd become offended and run but instead…Jasper wasn't sure what it was but Seth was just too funny. The laughter bubbled out of him and he shook his head thoroughly amused. This earned him kind looks from everyone who for the first time saw that even if he was quiet he had a good sense of humor about him.
As Seth served up his Icebox Cake, as he called it, the Edward noticed the large bandage wrapped around Jacobs hand. When asked he said that a particular car had been giving him trouble all day today.
"Damn engine was just too hot! I couldn't get the cap off the oil tank and my hands slipped and fell right on the engine. Hurt like a mother fucker." Bella pawed at her husband's wound tenderly as he told the story.
Now at any other time in his life about any other work subject he would have kept silent out of simple intimidation. Especially in this crowd of honest workers, but…Edward was next to him and well…maybe if he spoke and helped…
"What kinda car?" he asked before he lost his nerve.
"Cadillac de Ville." Everyone stopped and looked at Jasper as Jacob answered, all surprised that he had spoken. It was unnerving to have all the eyes on him again but Edward put a warm calming hand on his back.
That made a huge difference.
"I'm gonna guess it's a '92?" he said to which Jacob nodded, "Yeah them are some hard fuckers to take care of…lotsa old parts tha' don't really work well anymore. Try an' see if ya use a number 2 wrench. Tha' should work."
"You know cars?" Jacob asked, respect and interest peeking in his voice.
"Yeah…well I know old cars…American classic an' all. Caddy's, Impala's all the good ole' Detroit steel cars. Anythin' before '95 really. I used ta have an old '91 de Ville tha' I fixed up real good."
Jacob looked thoughtful then said, "At one tomorrow come by the shop. I could use a guy like you who worked on these old ladies. That's one area I have never been good in and sadly I have had to turn a lot of business away because I don't know enough. If you want I'd be more than happy to give you a job."
Ten years ago Jasper would have scoffed at the idea of being given anything that he didn't earn. He didn't want to be a charity case given a job that he couldn't have gotten on his own. But pride had taken on a new meaning and now the thought of being able to stand on his own two feet with an honest day of work, finally being a good citizen with a job…He was overcome with gratitude.
"Thank you." He stared at Jacob in the eyes letting him know man to man that this was something that he would always remember in thankfulness.
Edwards face was pure happiness and bliss and he couldn't help but match his grin. He could feel the happiness rolling off him. It made his heart so full.
Seth who watched the whole exchange perched on Seth's knee cake plate in hand murmured, "Hmmm…Jasper in a mechanics uniform…covered in grease…Someone's going to be needing a cold shower."
Later everyone settled down in the living room for the movie. Seth explained that this might be some of the best gay cinema he had ever seen. Jasper having not even known that there was such a movie genre was curious and nervous to see what would appear in screen. In his mind he imagined gay movies to be all porn and was terrified of getting a boner while surrounded by not just people he didn't know but by Edward who would be who he was imagining in the movie instead of the actor. Plus how would Bella and Jacob feel about such a movie? He was sure Bella wouldn't mind but Jacob? Wouldn't he as a straight guy find this sort of thing uncomfortable?
But to Jasper surprise the movie was anything but porn. The film titled Latter Days was riveting. Beautiful and simple it told the story of a young party boy whose new neighbor was a Mormon Missionary with a secret, that while it threatens to destroy him, also leads to the meaning of true love. Jasper found himself captivated by the tale having never seen anything like it before in his life. Half way through he glanced around the darkened room, at the 2 couples. Seth and Sam were cuddled together on the one chair, Sam's hand cupping the Seth's plush bottom stroking the cheeks suggesting what he wanted to do later. Bella sat in the opposite chair Jacob on the floor between her legs, her fingers playfully braiding his long hair.
And Edward…
Edward was so close. A mere 4 or 5 inches separated them. He could feel the heat coming off his body, and could smell the cologne he wore along with the sweet scent of the food he had made. Every once in a while he would glance over at Edward, watching as the emotions the movie inspired played over his face. When the bedroom scene happened, his breath caught in his throat as he imagined what was going on through his mind. What was Edward thinking when the main boys Christian and Aaron laid on the bed, sweaty and kissing and withering beautiful muscled bodies stretched and strained to the pleasures of the flesh? Jasper knew what he was imagining in his own head. What he wished that he could do. God, he was going to be hard for the next 5 days after this. He knew that no amount of jerking off was going to be able to erase the idea of Edward…kissing his stomach like Aaron did to Christian…of Christian on his lovers lap obviously riding his cock to screaming pleasure.
He shivered unconsciously trying to will down his dick into submission. Edward noticed and looked over at him questioningly but he smiled and waved it off.
When the movie was over (an excellent surprise ending that made Jasper's heart ache in joy) everyone grabbed their coats and said their good nights. Jacob made sure that Jasper would be stopping by the shop tomorrow and he assured him that he would. When Sam left cradling a half asleep Seth in his arms, Edward shut the door and turned to give him a grin.
"See that wasn't so bad was it? Oh Jasper I am so excited! You have a job!"
"Your friends are good people…I like them a lot."
Edward walked slowly to stand in front of him his green eyes sparkling. Jasper felt so soft inside.
"Well, it's only 9…you don't have to go just yet…I'm sort of in the mood to watch another movie. Not anything like we just saw…an old favorite actually."
Now Jasper was 2 things tonight. Horney and lonely. A lethal combination that made him want to run as far as he could from Edward….and also made him want to throw him down on that little perfect white couch and…well needless to say the horniness overcame the caution of his better senses.
"Yeah…" he whispered, "I'd like ta stay. If ya want."
A few moments later they were in the same position on the couch as before and the movie title Chocolat rolled on the television. Once again Jasper became engrossed into the movie but not for the reasons before. This time the sweeping music and the charming tale of a woman enchanting a conservative French town with her seductive chocolate creations, warmed his heart and made him smile at the loveliness the movie portrayed.
"Do you like it?" Edward whispered quietly about an hour into the film just as Vienne the main character befriended the wandering gypsy played by Johnny Depp.
He looked down to see Edward's hopeful face looking up at him.
"It's very…cute…I like the way it seems like a fairy tale…or somethin' like tha'."
Edward chuckled and unconsciously scooted a little closer.
"That's what I thought too…when I first watched it. I felt like I had been plunged into a beautiful story of music and food…chocolat too of course." He sighed dreamily, "I always wanted to be her you know?"
"Who? Vienne?"
"Yeah…even before I went to culinary school…I watched this and more than anything I found out that my ideal life…my fantasy was to open up a little restaurant, cook and show people how food isn't just some simple fuel they use to run their bodies. That life isn't like that tired little town. So many people today believe that the secret to life is to be skinny, to eat I Can't Believe It's not Butter and think that this…this is living. So often we go through our lives eating wheat thins and Lean Cuisine and wanting to be perfect and for what? So that when you die you can say that you certainly never had an ounce of fat in your diet? No!" His face was so passionate and beautiful that Jasper could hardly look away. "I want people to know the joys of butter toast with eggs and herbs, of Pasta Cabonara with cheese and bacon and cream, and be able to eat REAL puff pastry made from scratch. I want to have them enjoy life and learn to let go of what holds them back. Live and eat and love and…"
Edward blushed and Jasper chuckled lightly urging him to keep going.
"Sorry…I get a little passionate sometimes. But anyways yeah…I want to do what she did…have the passion and the business…and marry Johnny Depp of course." He grinned smartly at Jasper who laughed and inched even closer to him. They were touching shoulders now.
"Ya' really would marry tha' guy huh?" he asked.
"Well…I'd have to be dead not to want to but…I don't know he really isn't my sort of guy."
"An' who is then?" Jasper heart pounded as he asked.
Edward shrugged and sighed. "Oh, sometimes I don't even know if I even KNOW what I want any more in a man. I've been searching for such a long time and have changed my ideas about what my soul mate would be like so many times that it's hard to remember what I really wanted to have in the first place."
Edward was silent for a long time forcing Jasper goad on.
"Go on," he whispered gently, "Ya' don't have ta be embarrassed." To which his red head laughed and whispered back to him.
"It seems almost silly what I'm about to say but…"
"I'd never laugh..ya know tha'."
He sighed, "I know … Ok so my perfect man…I guess he'd have to be um…more soft then me…like I know I can be loud and silly…I almost want someone who is the opposite. An observer or a quiet soul. Someone who appreciates my cooking, and loves my wacky family. Someone who can sit with me in the morning when I have my coffee and not be scared of my morning breath. A man who would…just know when to hold me and be there even when he isn't with my psychically. And he would bring…" here Jasper could see his pink cheeks turn even darker. "Oh this is so silly but…he would bring me chocolates when he wanted to say something special to me."
"Chocolates?" Jasper's eye brow rose in amusement.
"Yeah see…no one has ever bought be chocolate. Not even for Valentine's Day. I think…it says something about them because…well they should know that I adore good dark chocolate and that if they wanted to butter me up or just…show they cared…It's always been a fantasy of mine to receive a beautifully wrapped box of the finest quality dark truffle chocolates. I know! Such a silly thing but…it would mean so much to me. The thought is what would count."
If it was anymore possible for Jasper to fall for Edward than he already had…the last few admissions made him fall even further.
" I don't think it's stupid Edward." He whispered making Edwards smile grow even wider. "I think its…kinda adorable."
"Really? Not selfish or childish?"
"I don't think ya could ever be selfish or childish Edward. If ya want it that way then…well ya deserve a man who can bring it ta ya."
He stared at Jasper for a long moment then wrapped his arms around his shoulders and whispered into his neck, "Thank you…that means a lot to me."
Jasper sat frozen as his little red head curled around him, snuggling into his arms as if he'd belonged there all along. At first he didn't move then slowly, he relaxed into the touch. The movie played on for a few more minutes and all was quiet until Edward asked him softly what he looked for in a man as well.
He thought for a while how to answer such an innocent question. Then just as softly he whispered in Edward's ear, "If ya want someone like Johnny Depp in this movie, than I rekon' a guy like Vienne would be the perfect one for me."
That comment made Edward just hold his arm tighter.
Much later…
Hours later Jasper slowly felt his eyes open and he realized a few things. He wasn't in his home, it was dark where he was at and…someone was holding him.
Looking down Jasper saw Edward snuggled against his side, soundly asleep. Comprehending that they had obviously fallen asleep, he felt a little sting of panic at the unfamiliar nighttime surroundings. The DVD had long since stopped playing and the light the TV would have afforded was long gone, being replaced by a large winter moon peeking through the windows blinds.
Edward sighed and hugged his arm closer, and Jasper knew that his Edward would be very sore and stiff if he just up and left him in this position on the couch sleeping. Slowly so as not to wake him, he gingerly lifted the slumbering man into his arms, an easy feet since he was so much smaller than him.
Walking back to the room he knew that Edward stepped in, Jasper couldn't help but take in the calmly beautiful décor of the room. The bed was a soft blue and white with a huge down comforter and soft fluffy pillows. The walls were lined with pictures of places and faces he didn't know and big wooden shelves housed what seemed to be hundreds of books of all types. It seemed like a beautiful place to rest and dream.
Slowly he lowered Edwards still sleeping form onto the mattress, noticing how his soft hands curled around the pillows and he moaned delicately in obvious pleasure at the softness on which he was placed.
Jasper watched him, slumbering unconscious of the eyes of the predator that dared to look upon his beauty.
The moonlight, so bright and blue bathed the sleeping man in its splendor, highlighting his dark eye lashes, his smooth skin, and…his lips. The two supple pillows parted in a sigh of sleep, beckoned him. For the first time ever since he had met him, Jasper noticed truly noticed the small details about Edward. The freckle on his eyebrow, the way his hair slightly curled at the end of his bangs, tiny delicate ears, and long slender fingers…all were captivating. Consuming in their formation, sensual in their siren song. Never could Jasper have believed that Edward would be more alluring when sleeping than awake. But here he was…hovering over him, breathing in his sent, and feeling as if he were gazing upon an angel in a painting: untouchable, and yet so close to touching.
What happened next Jasper knew he would regret later, but his heart was so full with emotions and feelings that he couldn't do anything but lean down…and forward…and brush his own lips against Edwards.
A kiss.
Soft and sweet…barely a feathers meeting of flesh.
He…Jasper Whitlock ex con which more crime on his hands than most saw in a lifetime, had stolen from a red haired angel, a kiss. His core filled with such an ache and a longing that he let out a barely audible sob, the significance of his actions, and the sensation of…love being too much to bear.
He had taken a kiss.
He had dared to…and had done.
Then Jasper was pulling away guilt tugging at his soul for being so audacious as to take from Edward what was not his. His had always stolen in his life…but how could he think that he could steal a kiss?
So consumed in his guilt and love and hate that he never saw the flutter of movement under him.
As he closed the bedroom door behind him…he never saw Edward's eyes open.
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Edward had been kissed many times before. A kiss was significant to him, and from the boyfriends of the past he had always reveled in that first moment when their bodies connected on a level of pure emotion rather than sex. They were all good kisses to be certain, deep and strong and powerful, each burning their way into his heart as flashes supreme instances of deepening self-discovery.
But…tonight.
He had thought he was sleeping…that much he was certain. But Edward never expected Jasper to completely steal the very breath from his lungs by a simple ghost of a kiss. All other kisses, no matter how grand were wiped away like an ocean tide by the purity and…love in this shy man's kiss.
As Edward lay in his bed, face a mask of indescribable happiness, he couldn't concentrate on the later consequences of this action, or why Jasper had run off, because for the first time in a long time he was consumed by a candid wonder and joy, a girlish awe at what he had just experienced.
Suddenly he felt too much energy, just rushing forth through his fingers and toes, screaming to stand and whirl around in glee at finding what it had always been looking for. Spurned by this desire, Edward sprung up out of bed.
His heart pounded.
His lips tingled.
His eyes sparkled.
And in the light of the moon barefoot on the cool wooden floor on his bedroom, Edward giggled incessantly in utter enchantment at the expression of his hopes and dreams since he was a child coming into reality.
In the glow of the nights sun Edward danced for a realization.
He without a doubt was in absolute love with Jasper Whitlock.
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