Yes I know I know…I've been a bad author… To be fair though school started and work was evil this last month and I was sick…though many of you won't take that excuse I'm sure LOL Well the important thing is that the weight is over! What I have been getting death threats about lately is finally hear and low and behold it seems to be good! At least I hope so…

I guess I will leave that up to you all :D Much thanks to Misty Haze who as always keeps me inspired with her love and support. God Jopie!

Oh! And two my best friend who has now joined my little world of Edward and Jasper! I am so happy you are part of it now!

Bon Appetite!

Xoxo Maria/Philomina

Jasper asleep was a beautiful thing.

Jasper asleep in his arms in his bed was an even more sublime thing.

Edward never thought that the simple act of sharing a resting place with someone could feel so intimate so loving and sensual. He certainly didn't think it would happen after today incidents that much he knew.

How could a man who had held the life of another in his hand suddenly so gently kiss him with such tender sadness that Edward could feel it reach into his soul and sweep it away? Never before had the touch of a man made his skin shiver with pleasure or his heart heavy with love and compassion and …need.

Edward brushed his hands down Jaspers t shirt clade back feeling the power wrapped around him in the muscles that lay sleeping just waiting to be used again. The tension knots were obvious under his fingertips making him absently rub them in hopes of bringing some relief to his Jasper.

His story was so unbelievably heart breaking…Edward had grown up in a typical family with good friends. He had a happy childhood, and an even happier adult life. But Jasper…he knew that the man had nothing easy that his life had been hard and not filled with much light.

But never did he suspect that so much darkness had covered his soul for so long.

Jasper was so powerful in his criminal life, so certain of his potential for bad that Edward knew that he didn't think much of his goodness. It was as plain as day, as simple as a hand gesture of a phrase that passed his lips or a glance in his eyes. All of the puzzle pieces fit now about his past and his present. His hesitance and his pain.

All that was Jasper was now not only wrapped around Edward psychically but mentally as well. His heart beat steadily against his own chest reinstating how very much alive and wonderful and how much of a miracle that such a thing was possible considering the life he had led.

So much bad that had been overshadowing the good…and Edward wanted all of it.

The moment his lips touched Jasper, and the slow tentative hope crept into that kiss from him he knew without a doubt that this was where it was leading for them. He wanted to not just give Jasper all the beauty in the world but wipe away the grime and grit and let him discover for himself that this life was something special, that you didn't have to be scared. Although he was beginning to see that Jasper's fears came not just from the outside world and its people but from his own lack of faith in his own decency.

Because even if Jasper couldn't see his goodness Edward would have to be there to show him just what he knew was there from the start. He would be in this to kiss him and hold him and listen and love this broken man who he now knew beyond a doubt that he loved even more than before now.

And not because he had to or felt an obligation but for the simple fact of how easily their bodies fit together, the slow exquisiteness of their kisses…and the fact that he never felt more at home then now as Jasper lay sleeping in his bed.

"I won't leave you." Edward breathed in the barest of whispers into the blonde locks, "I want to hold you up and help you to fly."

Though he was sleeping Edward felt the arms squeeze around him tighter.

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When Jasper woke up he knew he was alone in a bed too soft to be his own. It smelled too nice, like cinnamon and apples and the air around him was clean and comfortable. His mind for the first time in his life was beautifully blank when he came out of sleep, and he basked in a few moments of not being hit with the stench of reality that usually came when sleep ended.

As with all things though as soon as he opened his bleary eyes, took in the cherry red hues of the dawn spiking their way across Edwards bedroom the thoughts and actions of yesterday flushed back to his conscious.

He waited for the acid to drip into his stomach, for the pounding headache of despair and loneliness to jolt him out of the last of his slumber and give a not so friendly outlook to the day. It was how Jasper had come to know his mornings since he had been incarcerated 7 years ago.

For the first time this day he didn't feel it.

Jasper observed in his mind the malicious events of the previous night with a sort of detached attitude. James had come…threated his Edward…he had nearly sliced his throat…all bad…all evil. If Edward hadn't stopped him Jasper knew he certainly wouldn't have been lying in this bed right now. But instead…

Instead a dream had occurred after his savagery.

When all had seemed lost…when his world lay shattered at his feet…like all those weeks ago when a knock on the door of his bleak world and the gift of friendship and a plate of cookies from his little red head…Edward had reached out and touched his heart and offered the gift of a kiss…of his own love.

For him. Jasper 'the Major'…the prisoner the monster. For now Edward seemed to want all of him. The good and the bad. All he could hope for was the chance to bask in the affection and love for as long as he could have it.

He didn't want to think about the day when Edward wouldn't want him anymore.

Speaking of where did Edward run off too? He had woken up around 6 in the morning and had acknowledged that he had been asleep wrapped deliciously around him trying very hard not to pop a boner. It was a natural thing after all Edward's soft supple ass pressed against his dick was a thing he thought would only happen in his visions that captivated him in the shower.

Speaking of which he could distinctly hear the water running in the adjacent bathroom and the sounds of Edward shuffling about in it, letting him know where he had gone.

Jasper stilled his stretching movements when a thought dawned upon him.

Edward was in the shower. That meant he was naked. And wet… and if he was like most men in the morning probably stiff and hard and…wanting.

Jaspers dick liked that idea a lot. It liked it so much in fact that it compelled him to rise off the pillow and stare at the light peeking out from the slightly cracked door.

It made him imagine his red head his innocent little Edward flushed under the heat of the water pouring down on him his pretty white skin now pink and firm just trying to deal with his morning wood.

It made him forget the events of last night of the things that still needed to be discussed and how this was fast and how it might hurt what was most precious to him in the end.

It allowed him the luxury of fantasy that so often he locked away when it came to Edward.

For now the power of lust and longing and love drove the self-loathing and questions from Jaspers mind and replaced all with the single goal of just this once allowing himself to do something happy, and to show his Edward that he was ready and he wanted so very badly to try and be with him.

Before he knew it he was naked and pushing open the door quietly to the bathroom.

His heart hammered in his chest as he stepped into the brightly lit tiny steam filled room. As with the rest of Edwards's house though small it was neat and tidy and beautifully decorated in soft colors. Later he would notice a lot more but not now…now all Jasper could see was the figure moving behind the warped glass of the shower door. Steam swirled around him, his skin becoming sticky though weather it was from perspiration or the flush of lust at seeing the one thing he had wished to see for so long he didn't know.

Edward stopped his actions suddenly and Jasper felt his heart slam into his already thundering chest, the blood pulsing in his ears. Had he seen him? Heard him approach? He didn't want to frighten him, but still he took a step forward being able to distinguish the fact that Edward was looking directly at him through the foggy glass.

Jasper didn't really know what to do next. He wanted to rush inside the little shower and let whatever happened happen…but this was a boundary… a barrier of more than a simple glass door. Or maybe it wasn't so simple? Maybe in some twisted way this is how they had always been.

"Jasper?" Edwards voice was soft but carried easily over the drone of running shower water. A delicate little hand was placed on the door and he swiped a hand across the glass clearing it of the condensation and giving him a clear view of wet red locks and green eyes that suddenly looked heady and beckoning.

"Come inside…" those eyes spoke without words.

Did he dare? Did he think he could cross the threshold into Edwards clean glass world, join him on the other side allowing himself to be cleaned of the past the dirt washed away?

Now he was knocking on Edward's door, asking him silently to be allowed to come inside and…be with him.

"Come inside with me." Edward's now whispered words were slow and warm and…sensual.

"Be with me Jasper."

And suddenly he was sure of himself, suddenly he knew that this moment though there would be no going back, and he would be plunging into the unknown Edward would help light the way through the cavern of emotions and thoughts that we so foreign to him. If he took these steps he was sure of what was to come…and he relished it and for the first time believed that he might even if it was for a moment in time, have someone who loved him.

So it was with sureness and strength that Jasper picked up his feet and walked to the shower. Grabbing the door handle he listened to the glorious sound of a gasping sigh that escaped Edwards's mouth as inch by inch he slid the foggy door aside and exposed what was now his to his eyes for the first time.

It stole the very air from his lungs.

Edward stood there haze twirling and twisting around limbs that were firm and blushing in the hot water that slicked and defined the creases of his body.

Jasper couldn't help but stair at the cock twitching forth from the bed of neatly trimmed curls at his thighs. It was beautiful, if a dick could be that is. Smooth and long and turning red the longer he stared…he rather liked that color…it matched the hair he loved so much.

But when Jasper drew his eyes to Edwards face, at the wild locks and parted pink lips, he was sucked into the pits of inkish green that were fixed on his body, his own cock and finally too his face.

Never had a simple look made him want to fuck more than Edwards did in that moment. Edward's eyes spoke of his hunger, of his want and his…love.

If there had been any doubt before that this was the right move it was washed away in that instant.

Extending his hand to him Edward said nothing but his eyes spoke more volumes than could ever be expressed in words.

Be with me…I want you…I want this…

If he crossed that threshold there would be no going back. Everything would change in a heartbeat and he would be faced with the knowledge that finally perhaps the old Jasper was a thing of the past.

Just barely a month ago such a thought or decision would have seemed like a far off dream in some other world. But now with everything he wanted before him and all he loathed behind it was an startlingly obvious choice.

And so Jasper reached out and took Edwards hand.

They had obviously touched before but this time the zing, the heightened awareness seemed to startle them both. None the less Jasper walked into the little shower stall letting the water wash over him…wash him away…

Edwards face was a mask of pure joy and need, as he clasped his hands on Jaspers face, staring into his own lusty gaze, speaking without words what needed to be spoken.

The moment passed and soon his bodies demand couldn't wait any longer. Pretenses, and old insecurities dying Jasper leaned forward and slowly pressed his lips against his Red Heads. A sharp contrast to the way his hips and dick roughly ground into Edwards own. They both let out a gasping sob between kisses, Edward slumping into his arms consuming his mouth with his tongue and teeth.

Jasper trailed his hands over his lean body, marveling at the toned skin the light hair around his nipples and his navel, dark in contrast to the pearly skin that seemed to rise up and meet his palm. He was perfect, every curve of muscle and sweep of plump ass just made him more frenzied, hungrier. Edwards smooth fingers danced over his own flesh too, those pretty digits rubbing his nipples, making him moan and grunt in a way that hardly sounded human anymore.

It was becoming too much, the touches and kisses along his neck…he needed, or wanted or fucking craved more than that. Running his hands down Edwards wet back Jasper grasped an ass cheek and feeling his dick swell even more when Edward's backside nuzzled into the palm. He took the globe squeezed it harshly then pulled it to the side, knowing when Edward's breath hitched that he had exposed that expectantly pretty asshole to the warm air of the shower. His other finger slowly rubbed the little smooth ridge of skin and he shuddered with the knowledge that it was going to be tight and hot and would embrace his dick perfectly. Edward must have gotten the image too because he pulled away from biting his neck to look into his eyes with a stair that was glazed over, mouth agape in a soundless groan.

"Jasper…please…" his mewling pleads inflamed him more and he rubbed a little harder on the nub of flesh, pressing his pointer finger harder.

"Tha' feel good?" His rasping accent sounded deeper even to him. "Ya' like it when I touch ya' here?" For good measure he slipped his wet fingertip barely in the hole. Edward cried out in answer and started to grind furiously against his own dick, sobbing helplessly as a sticky substance began to smear along his stomach. Jasper could feel every move of their cocks as they ground together and the thought and sight of them both weeping with anticipation set off some sort of…need in him.

Pulling his hand away, his Red Head begging for more Jasper placed both hands on his shoulders and looked him deep in the eye. In no uncertain terms he was letting him know that he was in charge here…that he would take care of Edward during this, but that he was the alpha. And his mate seemed to get the message because he nodded his head and if anything the green eyes became darker.

Backing Edward into a wall of the shower, he pushed him to his knees, and took his purple cock in his hands almost roaring with pleasure as Edwards gaze followed every movement of his hand as it swept along the hard skin.

Jasper too the time, staring at him building the need and the want, before he leaned forward and nudged the round head against those pink swollen lips, enjoying the string of precum that connected them and how Edward's tongue swept out to eat it up.

Doe eyes looked up at him, feigning innocence, but that mouth made a humming noise and smiled. It told him that he liked the taste of his cum with a simple smacking of his lips.

He felt like he was going to burst.

"Suck it…" Jasper growled and without another word Edwards's mouth encased him in warm wetness.

The blow job was a blur of him swearing and grunting and Edward moaning and slurping on his dick like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Vaguely through the haze of pleasure Jasper registered pressing Edwards head against the wall with his hips and face fucking the hell out of that mouth, but he wasn't sure.

Just as he was about to cum, he felt the pressure leave his cock and he yelled out in frustration looking down to see Edward smirking up at him, lips all bruised and red, a little shinny spit and precum dribbling down his chin…and his dick resting heavily against the flushed cheek.

"Please," Jasper whispered, "Keep goin' I need it I need ta' cum Edward…" He wanted to shove himself back in so badly. But Edward smiled knowingly and placed a final kiss on the tip of his dick before standing up next to him once again.

He leaned over and husked in his ear.

"Wouldn't my ass feel better than my mouth?"

Jaspers mouth went dry.

Edward giggled and took his hand, taking the lead as quickly as he had given power over to him. He shut the water off and steered them out of the shower, still dripping wet into the bedroom.

The mood changed as soon as they entered the warm space, and Edward laid down on the rumpled bed. Jasper felt a bit of his bravado gained in the shower slip away, and he was suddenly faced with the breathtaking picture of Edward…naked, wet…and spread out for him like a feast. The realization of what they were about to do…a blow job was one thing but this…this was real full on sex. He suddenly felt a little shy…slightly intimidated by what was about to happen, and he stood alongside the bed, watching…waiting for a signal of what to do next.

Edward as intuitive as always seemed to sense his sudden onslaught of feeling. A bit of the lust was replaced by loving compassion and he held out his arms to him.

They cuddled on the bed for a short while. Hands in hair, kisses only on lips, words soothing and gentle, each settling into the mindset of what this first encounter was going to be. The time for dirty lust would come next…right now both of them…needed and wanted the sort of loving lust that a first time together could bring.

Sometime later Edward reached over in a side drawer, and retrieved a bottle of lube and a string of condoms, then eased Jasper back against the headboard, into a sitting position. It was a perfect view for him to watch as his Red Head stuffed the lube into his ass, moaning at the look of ecstasy that crossed his face as the practiced fingers stretched their own tight little hole. Jasper hissed as Edward slipped the condom on and grasped his dick with the slick lube. It felt so good, those soft fingers on him…

The moment had come.

Edward crawled onto his lap, his cock slapping against his stomach much to his delight, and his ass nestled snuggly on top of his wet dick. Those green eyes bore into him, conveying all the love and desire and want that he hoped his own reflected back.

Slowly Edward maneuvered himself so that the tip rested against his opening. With a breathy sigh the man in his arms began to lower himself over Jasper.

Bliss.

The moment his tip crowned inside that tight moist heat, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Tight so very tight…hot like a sun…and so fucking good… he wanted it forever…wanted the pleasure to stay with him always. He could barely register the brief look of pain on Edwards face, hardly even see anything other than the lights going off in his head…but he with stood the urge to thrust upwards…he knew Edward had to do this in his own time.

An eternity later, Edwards's tight ass cheeks were flush against his thighs, and his face was buried in his neck. Edwards's teeth gnawed on his shoulder and he made little helpless cries that didn't help the situation at all.

"Are ya' ok?" Jasper managed to bite out. Too much pleasure too much too much…

It seemed to take forever, though it might have only been a second but soon he felt the nod against his head and that was all he needed. Jasper's hips pumped upwards and their mouths fell open in a soundless scream.

It was hard and fast and desperate, each man hungry with kisses and licks and bites, words escaping them as their bodies did all the talking. There were hands and groans, thrusting and growling and all in this they locked eyes, seeking the truth in one another's face.

They found it when Jasper's dick hit Edwards's prostate, when the world exploded around them and they seemed to flow into each other, endless and profound in their knowledge that this time, this joining was something special and beautiful.

When his release came, moments after Edward spurted between them, Jasper felt the weight of the past ease away, and as if rebirthed he opened his eyes, now shining with years of pent of emotion and looked into Edwards euphoric face. He was whole…for the first time in his life he was made a new man…he had given his Red Head…his Edward the gift of pleasure and now he was dare he think it…a good man.

But now was not the time for such reflection…all Jasper wanted to do was curl around Edward, feel the cooling cum on his stomach, a testament to their shared joy, and fall asleep with them man who had changed him forever.