I Ain't Playin' Your Game
AN: Thanks goes to OCDJen for taking time out of her very busy schedule to preread this. The Brit is comin' to America, y'all. :)
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JPOV
Gulpin' lungfulls of fresh air my head begins to clear. What the fuck just happened in there? I'm not normally that angry, or that childish. Why did I throw a childish temper tantrum? If my mama saw that I'd never be able to sit down again. There will be permanent bruises on my ass, she'd make damn sure of it. I'll claim temporary insanity. The culprit? Cullen. I swear my IQ drops anytime I'm near him, so I lash out.
Good god, I've turned myself into a bitchy drama queen. One of the stereotypes I hate about gay men. I refuse to turn into that, I'll never be with someone that acted like that and yet, here I am, actin' like one. Somewhere in the back of my mind lurks the thought that Edward isn't one of them.
Cullen is one cocky bastard though, I know that for a fact. Is he really? Or is he just confident and knows what he wants? Unlike you. I almost kick myself for bein' a traitor to my own thoughts.
Shakin' my head of the thought I quickly decide to start walkin'. I took my keys so I could drive away, but there is nowhere to go in this town. Also, I think I'm too angry to drive. I'd do somethin' stupid and end up wrapped around a tree and no one is worth doin' that to me, definitely not motherfuckin' Cullen.
My feet take me forward and I follow along mindlessly, no destination in mind. When I reach the park I sit down on one of the swings, alone with my thoughts. Lookin' up at the sky, it's a clear night, only if you look through the holes in the clouds. Sighin', I wish to be at home, minus one Edward Cullen. I want things to go back to normal, back to they way they were before. I don't know what to do with the new developments. Things will already change too much once I get to college, why does Cullen have to fuck up my life before I even leave?
My parents seem to be in on Cullen's conspiracy. My boyfriend, seriously? I don't know why they think I need one. As far as I'm concerned, I'm goin' away to college and will probably try to fuck as many guys as I want. I'm too young for any serious shit and I don't think anyone should push me into it. They can just give up on that idiotic idea right fuckin' now.
Closin' my eyes I loll my head to the side and try to keep calm. I think I fall asleep. A noise behind me sounds like shufflin' feet. Whoever the person is they place hands on my shoulders and I feel lips on the back of my neck. Hmm... must be Cullen, but I'm dreamin' anyway, so he can do what he wants, no repercussions for either of us. Although the lips on my neck do feel awful real...
Cullen makes his way around to the front of me and kneels in the dirt between my legs. Huh, must be dreamin'. Spoiled, rich, brats like him don't kneel to someone like me and definitely not in the dirt. The idea is ludicrous. He turns those absinthe eyes upwards to look at my face, he seems worried. "Jasper..." he ventures. When no response is forthcomin' from me, he says, "We've been looking for you for hours."
I roll my eyes at him. One, I haven't even been gone an hour. Two, why would he give a fuck about lookin' for me?
"No, it's true, Jasper. We thought when you didn't take your car that you just needed to take a walk and cool off. No one thought you wouldn't come back in so long," he stresses and places what I think are supposed to be soothing hands on my thighs. Whether it's to soothe him or me is as yet to be determined.
"You found me. I'm okay. Now go away," I dismiss him with a wave of my hand.
He doesn't leave, he just keeps starin' at me. Fuck you. "I'm not leaving you, I just found you," he argues.
Closin' my eyes I pray that I'm dreamin' and he's just a figment of my imagination and won't return. When my eyes open, no such luck. There he is, rubbin' my thighs, still givin' me a concerned look. The night turns his moonlight skin to silver, and I think this must be a fantasy. Surely no one real can actually look like that, right?
Long fingers work their way underneath my t-shirt and the light touch almost tickles. I wish he'd be harder, but he has this wary look, as if I will run any second. I still may. Those fingers move up my sides and across my chest, back down my stomach, landin' right at the button of my fly. Unable to breathe, I wait, watchin' him. How far is this dream Edward goin' to go?
The button snaps open on my jeans and the zipper lowers. My hands try to stop him, but before they get to his, he pulls them more open and pushes my underwear down. I glare at my dick for betrayin' me again. Whatever. This is a dream, so I'll go along for the ride.
Edward lowers his head and takes a lick at my cock. He looks back up at me, afraid of my reaction. Where the fuck am I goin' to go? Groanin' in frustration I push his head back down. I think I feel a smile against my stomach when he kisses me there, as if he won something. Hmm... that's somethin' like the real Cullen would do.
Lips wrap around my dick and I moan loudly. Edward's tongue worships my shaft as best as he can. He is no expert, like he should be, if I am I dreamin'. Then again, I know he isn't from previous experience. This is more real, less like porn. However, it feels far more excitin', in spite of it. Hot damn, I think this is real. Only a real person's lips and tongue can make someone feel that good. Shit. I look around, hopin' no one is there watchin' us.
A sharp smack on my thigh brings my attention back to where it belongs, on Cullen. I can tell he's annoyed with me. What else is new for the two of us? Well, aside from this bein' the second time he's had his lips anywhere near my cock.
With a huge sigh Edward lets my dick go. What the fuck? "Why did you stop?" I whine. No one stops a blow job in the middle of it, what the hell? Doesn't he know better? It's not like I pushed him away.
Snortin' at me, Edward complains, "You weren't enjoying that." Lookin' down at my still very erect dick, I take a swing at his head. He shuffles away before I make contact, but manages to grab my wrists and hold them down.
"I was too enjoying that, you bastard," I protest.
Shakin' his head at me, he states, "No, you weren't. You were enjoying me here," and he lets go of a wrist to run a finger down my cock, "but you weren't enjoying it here," and touches my forehead.
Huffin' at him, I push his head back down to my crotch. He better get a clue or I will deck him again. My fingers tangle in his messy hair this time, holdin' him to me. Edward is goin' nowhere until he takes care of this problem. It's his fault I have it anyway. Dude should have just left when I told him to go.
Hands grip my thighs tightly before runnin' a soothin' hand over 'em. This is purely to get my attention back where it belongs. Sighin' when his tongue runs up my shaft again, I spread my legs wider. His tongue twirls the head of my dick a few times, until he sucks me back into his mouth. The pace he is goin' is okay, but not as fast as I want. Graspin' his hair between my fists, I slow him down. Absinthe eyes look at me in confusion, but fortunately he's learned not to take his mouth off my cock. Plantin' my feet more firmly in the dirt, I use them to push myself back and forth on the swing. The swingin' motion still isn't as fast I would like, but the only way it would be better is if Cullen is movin' his mouth over me at the same time. I'm pretty sure that will gag him though. Holdin' his head still I fuck his mouth as he tries to use his tongue against me. The heat and wetness feel good and all, but I need more suction. "Suck harder," I command. Edward's brow furrows as he comprehends my command. His cheeks hollow and I sigh in gratitude. Knowin' this can't go on forever, I speed up my movement.
My muscles coil, ready to explode. "I'm goin' to cum," I tell him and try to pull him off me. The shake of his head is minute, but he holds himself to me and actually swallows around my dick. "Fuck..." I shout and let go. Cullen attempts to swallow, fightin' back a grimace as he does so. Most of it goes down his throat, some runs down his chin.
Slippin' out of his mouth, I let out a deep sigh. This felt great, but shit, why does it have to be Cullen? Edward swipes a finger over his chin, collecting the leftover cum there. Carefully watchin' me, he sucks the finger inside the same mouth I had been in. Fuck. Snatchin' his hand away, I suck his finger, tastin' myself there. Edward groans, takin' his finger from me and grasps either side of my head. Lips touch mine, breath minglin', as my eyes slip shut. Oh, hell.
Before I can fully form any other thought or encourage the kiss deeper Edward stands and starts to move away. What the fuck? "Where the fuck do you think you're goin', Cullen?" my voice comes out in a low growl.
Smirkin' at me, he says, "Away, like you asked me."
"Get the fuck back here," I demand. My mama didn't raise no ungrateful brat. He gave me a blow job, I should reciprocate. Hell, he even swallowed.
Edward moves in front of me, his crotch at my eye level. Lucky for him I actually like to suck dick. Openin' his fly I push his jeans and underwear down to his knees. When my eyes land on his body, all silver in the moonlight, I decide I must see more. "Off," I command, pushin' his shirt up. Takin' the hint, Edward pulls his shirt off.
"Fuck..." I breathe. If I have to see this every day I'll be broken down right quick. Drinkin' in the sight of the beautiful man in front of me, I wonder how I stayed away so long. My hands take hold of his ass, bringin' him forward. Placin' a kiss on his hip I move inwards towards his belly button and lick it, makin' him shudder.
Dark absinthe eyes look down on me and I have to look away. Lickin' my hand instead I grasp his cock, runnin' it up and down. Moans escape Cullen and I look up to see his head thrown back. Smilin' at the sight, I wet my thumb and forefinger of my other hand and reach up to tweak his nipples. Cullen's breath becomes shallower as I play with them.
Kissin' his thigh I work my way up to his balls, suckin' on them. The hair there is cropped short, but still a rusty red color, even in the dark. Do I care? No. I love the soft texture of them on my tongue anyway. Edward tugs on my hair then, tryin' to keep steady. Getting the hint I take his head in, lickin' the ridge. Hands pull harder and I slide down his dick as far as I can go, before startin' upwards again. "Mmm..." Unsure if the moan was from him or me, I look up and see him with wide eyes, startled. Hmm... must have been me then. The tightenin' of Cullen's stomach muscles in front of me are the only warnin' I have that he is goin' to come. Cum coats my tongue and throat as I swallow it down.
Cullen is shakin' and falls to his knees, head in my lap, muttering unintelligibly. Nice. I'm good, but even I don't think I'm that good. I wonder if Edward will do that for others... No, he can't do that, he's mine. A surge of jealousy shoots through me when I think of other guys. I want other guys, but I don't want him with anyone else. He's mine.
As Cullen begins to relax he lifts his head from my lap, even in the dark his face looks flushed. Hurriedly he redresses, denyin' me the sight of his beautiful skin and I frown. Without a word, a sound, or a kiss Cullen walks away from me again. This time he seems more embarrassed than anything. "Where are you goin?" I shout at him.
"Home," is his one word answer. After a few more feet of distance between us he turns and tells me, "Tomorrow. Seven. Don't be late."
"Late for what?" I demand.
"Our date, that you are taking me on tomorrow," he says smugly and keeps walkin'.
"Keep dreamin', fucker. I never agreed to that, you manipulator," I snarl at him.
He repeats, "Tomorrow. Seven. Don't be late."
"Fuck you," I shout after him.
The next day I find myself lazin' around the house with not much to do. I refuse to give into Cullen's demands, capitulation' to him is the last thing I want. He'll always have the upper hand if I do.
Sometime around eight o' clock I hear the doorbell ring. "Get the door," my dad orders. Rollin' my eyes at him, I get up and open the god damn door. Edward Cullen is standin' there in front of me, livid.
"What the fuck are you doin' here?" I demand.
"Our date was supposed to start an hour ago," he points out.
"Uh huh and when did you get the impression I actually agreed to go on this date?" I shoot back.
"Let's see... Could it be about the time you had my dick in your mouth," he retorts.
"Can you keep your voice down? My parents are in the next room," I grind out.
"We heard it anyway," my step-mom shouts back at us. My face is flamin' and so is Edward's, I'm surprised we don't both burst into flames.
"Get off my porch," I hiss at Edward.
Edward pushes the door aside and steps inside, smirkin'. Givin' him an incredulous look, he says innocently, "What? I'm off your porch."
"Why can't you understand that I want you to leave me alone?" I question.
"Stop giving me mixed signals. What are you so afraid of anyway?" he quietly demands, placin' a hand on my cheek.
"Losin'." I don't elaborate.