A/N: Good morning! And happy Saturday! Thanks to all my readers and reviewers! I have over 200 reviews (which is a LOT for me) and I'm so excited and happy and a little overwhelmed. I 3 you all!
This chapter, and all the chapters of this story, were written for theladyingrey42. Love you hard, sweets! Big beta thanks to ahizelm and thanks to Miss_Becky_Louise for the British help.
*WARNING* This is the chapter you don't want to read, rmhale. For you, this is a night of words of endearment and snuggling.
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The Setting: Hobart backpackers, Tasmania
The Music: Everlong, Foo Fighters; Don't Let Go, Sarah McLachlan (with Bryan Adams)
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EPOV
Turning onto my side facing the wall, I sink slowly into sleep, drifting peacefully in the blackness with a vision of Jasper behind my eyelids, his blonde curls tousled in the wind. It's bittersweet. I know I may not see his face again, but I don't will it away as it has become one of my favorite dreams.
I'm startled from this relaxed state as someone slips in behind me on my slim mattress. An arm curls around my waist and I half turn to see his face inches from mine, his warm breath fanning across my cheeks.
"Jasper?" I question, wondering if I fell into a dream but hoping beyond hope that this is reality.
"I've wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you," he whispers, his fingers clutching at my shirt. "Stop me now if you don't want this, because I don't think I can stop myself."
"No, Jasper," I start and he loosens his grasp on me, shifting on the bed. I panic, realizing he took my words as rejection. Turning quickly, I grab him by the shoulder, not allowing him to move away from me. I pull him closer wrapping my arm around the nape of his neck and pressing my mouth against his, memorizing the feel of him and making sure he doesn't mistake my intentions. "No, I want you, too," I mumble against his lips.
His eyes search mine and I hear his quiet exhalation. "Edward, you're the only one I want." His mouth is suddenly pressed against mine, his soft, full lips moving over my jaw, my neck. I move my fingers into the curls on his head and use my grip to pull him back to me, desperate to feel the warmth of his mouth again.
I angle my head and slip my tongue along his lips, tasting him for the first time. He groans and opens his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over mine. I'm still half facing away from him and I turn completely onto my other side, pressing my body fully against his. He wraps his arms around my waist and shifts his hips into me slowly, tantalizingly. I can feel his hard length pressing into my thigh and I moan at the sensation.
Our mouths and tongues tangle, slipping against each other sensually. I break away from his lips to nip and suck along his jaw, feeling his stubble against my sensitive skin. I pull his ear lobe into my mouth and his grip tightens around my waist and shoulder.
"Ungh, Edward. I want to savor you," he breathes into my ear before pulling my mouth back to his much the same as I had done moments before. He pushes me gently onto my back, tugging at the hem of my shirt and lifting it slowly, his lips following the fabric. He crawls up my body until he's leaning over me, his elbows on either side of my head, and I catch myself before I run my tongue over his biceps.
He leans closer and I lift my head, capturing his lips with my own, relishing in his taste once more. The kisses are slower now, less frantic, and I can feel the passion and yearning behind them. I know all the careful conversations, innocent touches, and carefree laughs have all led to this moment, to his body pressed into mine and his hands in my hair as I place heated, open-mouth kisses on his shoulder and neck, lightly biting the skin at the junction.
He hisses and lifts his body to kneel over me. He runs his fingers over my chest and abs, pinching and pulling one nipple as I gasp and writhe beneath him. Dipping his head, he bites and nips my chest, teasing one nipple then the other with his lips and teeth. I grab his head as he moves further down, trailing his blond hair along my chest. His fingers tuck into my pajama pants and I lift my hips so he can pull them down. After he tosses them onto the floor, he reverently skims his palm over my cock before looking up at me with a smile.
"You're more beautiful than I imagined."
I smile broadly at that, happier because apparently he's been thinking about me as I have him more than that fact that he called me beautiful. I don't have much time to dwell on that as he flattens his tongue along my length before taking the head into his mouth. I lift my head to watch him, those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, licking and sucking and feeling like a tiny bit of paradise.
He takes my length all the way back to his throat and I groan obscenities as he swallows around me, his throat muscles constricting. His hand wraps around the base of my shaft, pumping with the rhythm of his mouth. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, and I don't want to come like this. I want all of him.
"Jasper, slow down, love."
He looks up at me, confused, and I pull him up to me by his arms.
"What's wrong, Edward?" he questions, his brow furrowing as he smoothes his hands over my face.
"Nothing, love. I just didn't want this to end too quickly, and it was about to," I explain, kissing him fiercely, putting all my want and need into it. "And I want you. I want everything."
Jasper's eyes widen with realization. "Everything? Are you sure?"
Internally, I'm screaming, hating his insecurity. If this is the only time we ever touch, I want to remember everything, have every sensation to carry with me forever.
Outwardly, I remain calm. "Yes, I'm sure. Please, Jasper. Make love to me?"
He hesitates for a split second before devouring my mouth with his, his lips more urgent than ever. He stops to lick his hand and I stop him again.
"Um...Jasper, I...yeah," I stammer. Why can't I just spit this out? "So, I have lube... in my bag."
He looks at me curiously and I can feel the blush rising on my cheeks. In his silence, I hurry on to explain before he thinks I'm some kind of man whore. "My sister. I think she may be some kind of boy scout in disguise. Anyhow, she insisted I take some although I didn't see any reason for it. I swear, I didn't plan this."
"It's okay, Edward. I'm not offended. Shocked, but not offended," he says as he moves to get the lube. I notice the rippling muscles of his back and the script across his shoulder blade as he bends to open my bag, and the prominent bulge in the front of his pajamas when he stands up again. He wiggles the bottle at me playfully and some of my anxiety is quelled.
He's okay with this. He wants this. He wants me.
He walks over to me, shedding the last of his clothes on the way, and I gasp at the beauty before me, the white light of the moon reflected over his skin, his eyes twinkling in the semi-dark. And I realize, to have him with me here... it is a gift of the gods. He is a gift.
Jasper climbs back into bed, our naked skin sliding together, our bodies perfectly aligning. I hear the bottle top pop open and then feel his slippery fingers coating my cock and slipping over my balls to my entrance. As he leans into me, kissing me senseless, Jasper's fingers circle lazily before slowly pressing into me and I moan into his mouth. He curls his fingers just so, hitting that amazing spot, sending me soaring with pleasure.
"Oh, Jasper," I moan. "I bloody need you now."
"Fuck, Edward. I've wanted you to say that since I first saw you."
He sits up between my legs and places my calves over his shoulders. I clutch the black metal bars of the headboard as he slips into me, a soft groan slipping from both of our mouths. He slowly presses himself forward until his hips hit my thighs but then he stills completely. I move my legs to wrap around his waist as he leans forward to capture my mouth with his. He pauses for a couple breaths while his heat and his mouth consume me. My cock is trapped between our two writhing bodies and the friction and him filling me are almost enough to bring me to orgasm. But I want him with me; I want to come with him.
"Please. More," I beg between kisses, my voice raspy with want.
I grab his hips, trying to force his movement and he chuckles.
"Just...moment. You just feel...heaven... Don't want to leave," he mumbles, continuing to kiss my neck. Finally, he leans back slightly to stare into my eyes, holding my gaze as he begins to thrust. His achingly slow pace is driving me insane with desire. I can feel the fire building in me.
"God, Jasper...please," I continue to beg, urging him to go faster.
He changes his pace and I can tell we're both getting closer.
"Edward... amazing... fuck."
He shifts his weight to one arm and licks his hand before grasping my cock firmly. He strokes me in time with his thrusts and the fire in my groin begins spreading throughout my body.
"Oh fuck! Jasper!" I scream, feeling the pulsing energy surge through me.
"That's it, Edward," he pants. "I'm right there, baby."
His words send me over the edge and my orgasm rips through me, my muscles cleanching, white lights dancing before my eyes. As if far away, I hear Jasper roar in his release before he pulses inside me, and collapses onto my chest.
For several moments we lie together in a sticky mess, just holding each other tightly as we come down from our mutual highs. He curls into my chest, resting his head on my shoulder. I kiss the top of his head, just reveling in the closeness and connection I feel with him.
After another minute, he finally stirs, lifting himself off of me.
"Stay there," he commands as he stands. "I'll be right back."
I don't move a muscle as he wraps his towel around his waist and heads out the door, returning a minute later with a wet washcloth. He quickly cleans us both before tossing the cloth and towel on the floor and climbing under the duvet with me. We lay on our sides, facing each other, stealing sweet kisses and tenderly touching each others exposed skin.
I can't handle the silence any longer, so I break it. "Jasper, you have no idea how I have longed to be with you. I mean, really be with you."
He shakes his head and kisses my nose. "I do know, Edward. And I'm sorry I didn't do something sooner. We only have a few short hours together before we will be thousands of miles apart." He runs his fingers down the side of my face, his mouth turned into a frown. He cups my cheek tenderly and kisses me with abandon. I can feel the sadness pouring through his kiss and I need to stop this now.
"No sadness, love. We need to enjoy this time we have," I pull him into me, wrapping my arms around him.
"Edward," he whispers, longing deepening his voice. He nuzzles into my neck and sighs before pushing me gently til I'm on my back. After sliding his leg over mine, he snuggles into my side, his cheek on my shoulder. As we hold each other, I feel his breathing slow and even out, sleep claiming him quickly.
I lie awake for what seems like hours, the night's activities swirling in my mind. What does this mean? Are we together? Does he want more?
I look down at him, a sweet smile playing on his lips, even in sleep. I brush my fingers gently through his hair and he snuggles even closer. I'm not sure I can ever get over how beautiful and sweet and smart he is, but do I want to start a relationship, or whatever this is, with someone on the other side of the planet?
Do I want this kind of every day torture in my life? Right now my heart is screaming yes. I would do anything for this man. The coming agony of our separation is still on the horizon and I decide to deal with that when it comes.
I try to pull him even closer, not wanting an inch of space between us. I kiss his hair softly and close my eyes as I breathe him in one last time. With his warm weight surrounding me, I slowly drift off to sleep and I dream of nothing but happiness and bliss.
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