Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters... though I STILL want Edward and Jasper to get it on.
A/N: First, I must thank PerfectlyPersuasive for her mad beta skillz and for pandering to my writing insecurities. Second, I have to thank all of you for sticking with me on this story despite the update fail, and for your continued reviews and alert additions. The next couple chapters will be very fluffy... I know you've all noticed this, but I just can't bear to make our boys suffer too much. :)
I had flown a few times before, but I always hated it. Flying over an ocean was much worse than flying across the country. I felt like such a wuss, and unfortunately, I was not yet old enough to get pleasantly intoxicated at an airport bar before stepping onto a tiny aluminum vessel that flew at 550 miles per hour, 35,000 feet above an ocean. On the other hand, I got to spend the entire flight pressed up against a sexy man with dirty blond hair and gray-blue eyes who kept his arm around me for nearly the entire flight; even though, it had to make him uncomfortable. He even distracted me on the landing with an intense make-out session that I'm fairly certain offended the woman sitting on my left.
Once we made it through the painfully slow queue through customs and retrieved our luggage from baggage claim, we found the sign for our group. The director of the program gathered together a group of 35 exhausted-looking college students and herded us off to the bus that would take us on the hour long trip to Oxford.
Everyone was making introductions, but I was so tired and grumpy after sitting enclosed in a tiny airplane cabin, breathing canned air and having to piss into a metal bowl, that it all passed in a blur. I hoped I didn't come across as too terribly aloof, but the effort it took to paste on a phony smile just wasn't happening. I tried to watch out the window during the bus ride, but I ended up drifting in and out of consciousness. Eventually, though, we arrived at our home for the next seven weeks. The college was primarily contained in what felt like a fortressed building. There was a main gate that opened into a courtyard and passing through it made me feel like stepping into a different world. We were given a brief tour of the dining hall and the laundry room, as well as the rooms where our classes would be held. Afterward, we all waited around the small office at the entrance to pick up our room keys.
Our living quarters were housed in a smaller fleet of buildings across a narrow alleyway, behind another locked gate to which we were also given a key. The buildings in this part of the college looked newer than main portion, but I was sure that still made them older than any building in the entire city of Seattle.
I was happy to find in a serendipitous turn of events that Jasper's room was not only next to mine, but connected to it via a tiny bathroom we were to share. The bathroom contained a toilet, a pedestal sink, and a shower that looked too small for even one human adult male. I supposed shower sex was out for the next two months. After getting a feel for the layout, Jasper and I decided to do some rearranging, moving the desk out of my room and into his and exchanging it for his small twin bed that we brought into mine. We pushed the two beds together, making a decent-sized bed for us to share.
Hopefully, no one would do a bed check.
They were forcing us to stay awake in order to adjust to being eight hours ahead, but I was already about to collapse from exhaustion. In order to encourage this horrible torture, they had set up a "get to know you" dinner with the other students in the program at an Italian restaurant near the college. It began with everyone going around the long banquet table and making a brief introduction. Most of the students were also from Washington, but there were a few from the University of Alaska, a few Italian students, and one from Argentina, which was a pleasant surprise.
It didn't take long for me to realize that I was probably not going to develop a lot of deep, lifelong friendships out of this experience. A lot of the students from UW seemed to know each other and were already breaking off into their cliques. The majority seemed like mouth-breathing boneheads and vapid girls who were probably all planning on seeing how many European countries they could get wasted in and wouldn't get anything out of the trip other than a new Facebook profile picture.
Even so, I tried to be friendlier than I had been on the bus ride, so I made small talk with a girl named Angela who was also from Washington but didn't know anyone in the program. She was extremely shy, but I managed to find out she was in both classes that Jasper and I were taking plus some other minimal information about her.
It didn't take long for everyone to figure out that I was gay and that Jasper was my boyfriend. A few of the students snickered, and some gave the typical offended huff when Jasper called me "babe." It didn't bother me that much anymore, and it made it a whole hell of a lot easier for me to know who to talk to and who to avoid. I recognized the glint in Jasper's eye, and I imagined the owner of the offended attitude was going to frequently be in the vicinity of some intense PDA.
Unfortunately, some of the people we were with weren't happy to stop with merely glaring at us. After dinner, we all trudged back over to High Street and back to our college building, and I was so tired, I had to grip Jasper's hand to be sure I stayed upright. Apparently, this didn't sit well, and the words "fucking faggots" was slurred in our direction from passing students. As I opened my mouth in retort, Kate, one of the girls from Alaska Jasper spoke with over dinner, beat me to it.
"Ignorant bigots," she called out loudly, and then she and her friend Tanya giggled at us and told us we were "so cute together."
I was almost too tired to roll my eyes.
Jasper and I were clinging to each other as we climbed the two flights of stairs up to our pseudo-suite. I was too exhausted to even brush my teeth, somehow managing to strip off my clothes and crawl under the comforter. I was out so fast, I didn't even feel Jasper climb in beside me.
I woke to an overcast day, but when I became cogent enough to realize that I was pressed up against my sexy, mostly naked boyfriend in a foreign country that was ours to explore, nothing could dampen my mood.
I sighed contentedly when I felt his lips brush against the back of my neck, and he pulled me back to close the already infinitesimal distance between us. I felt his morning arousal press up against me and groaned.
"They only serve breakfast for another hour," I said hoarsely.
"Fine, but we're breaking in these beds before the day is over," he said in his low, sexy voice, before hopping out of bed. "I call first shower," he called brightly over his shoulder.
I picked up the pillow and threw it at him, "Tease!" I called back.
When he was finished with his shower, I took my turn. As I exited the bathroom, I found him sitting as still as a statue in the small arm chair in the room, looking out the window. I walked over to him and hopped into his lap. He smiled and leaned in, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling deeply.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too," I said. I wanted to ask him if something was wrong, but he looked so calm. I didn't want to disrupt his thoughts.
We trudged over to the dining room caressed in a warm drizzle. We were treated to a proper English breakfast, an incredible spread, including beans and toast, eggs, sausages, mushrooms, tomatoes, cereal, coffee and tea. We sat on long benches in the dining room that was bathed in dark wood and built with high arched ceilings. Huge portraits of the college's founder hung on the wall at the front of the room. I felt like I was on a movie set, and not in what was essentially a cafeteria. I took a seat across from Kate, and we had a pleasant conversation about what it was like to live in Alaska. She gushed about how beautiful Denali was, and by the end of the meal, I was convinced I had to see it for myself someday.
Though the program did plan a few day trips for us on Fridays, after a brief orientation that morning, we were given the rest of the day to explore the city.
As we were leaving the dining room, I saw Angela off to the side, so I asked her if she wanted to come along with us.
"Thanks," she squeaked. I wondered to myself why a girl so shy decided to study abroad, but then again, maybe she was hoping to come out of her shell.
Jasper was able to put anyone at ease, so eventually he started bringing her out of her shell. We found out that she was the daughter of a minister in Port Angeles, and unbelievably enough, she had actually been to Forks.
As we strolled around the city, I was finally able to take a look at my surroundings in a clear state of mind. It was exactly as I expected and, at the same time, not at all as I expected. Neither Jasper nor I were seasoned travelers. I had only ever been to Canada before this trip, and Jasper only to Canada and Mexico. Though, he had promised that next year for Spring Break we'd go to the Yucatán Peninsula.
We meandered down High Street. I took in the cobblestones, the buildings crammed closely together, the vast number of pedestrians, the odd sound the sirens on police cars made. The city was an extraordinary combination of old and new. Centuries-old buildings had been renovated to include modern convenience in very creative ways. I stared at an ATM carved into an extremely old stone building for so long Jasper had to drag me away, so we could check out the rest of the city.
We walked around the area by the college first, and found a path near Christ Church where we could jog in the mornings.
Once we took to the rest of the city, our first stop was Blackwell's books. The three of us spent a good hour reveling in our utter nerdiness until we decided that we should probably see the rest of the city. So, we continued our stroll along Broad Street.
We ran into Demetri and Marcus, the two students from Italy, who were reading a menu outside a kabob place, so we decided to join them for lunch. The two of them were hilarious. Demetri was not originally from Italy but had actually lived all over Europe, and both were very well-traveled. They spoke impeccable English, and they had more stories about awkward American encounters than I would have thought possible. As they began to tell them, I became a little embarrassed, but they assured us that not all Americans were obnoxious and oblivious, nor were Italians off the hook for being ignorant about foreign countries.
"You are all very much more... strict, though," Marcus smirked. "Once I was in the Musée D'Orsay and was going toward the men's toilet and there was an American in front of me. He opened the door and screamed because there was a French woman in there using the toilet. She wasn't upset about it, but women never use men's toilets in America, no? Even when there's no line? The American man's wife was so angry; she started yelling at the French woman for not locking the door!"
Angela looked horrified, but Jasper and I just laughed. So, Jasper decided to tell them about the time Jasper was performing fellatio on me in the men's restroom of the Seattle Art Museum when some guy walked in, even though the museum had been practically deserted.
"...and then Ed said, 'Look, I'm going to finish whether you leave or not, but if you're going to fucking stare, you should at least pay for the peep show."
I was a little worried that Angela would be offended by the story, but she snickered along with the two Italians, shaking her head slowly at our exhibitionism.
It turns out that Angela was also a shopper, so after we parted with Demetri and Marcus, she and Jasper convinced me to do some shopping. They claimed it was to get some living necessities, like laundry detergent and some snack foods to keep in our room, which I could accept, but I was certain that clothing stores would enter the picture.
We walked down to Westgate and eventually found a Sainsbury's where we could buy groceries. We didn't want to be weighed down with bags yet though, so we decided to come back later. We found a Marks & Spencer, a fairly large department store that also contained a small café and grocery section. I tried to suppress my groan as Jasper and Angela made their way toward the clothing department. I told them I'd come find them in a bit and wandered around, through the luggage section, then upstairs to the electronics. I found a few albums that had yet to be released in the states, but with the exchange rate not being in my favor, I decided the expense wasn't worth it.
I finally made my way back to the clothing department and found Jasper in front of a mirror outside the fitting room trying on a pair of slim fitting black jeans and a v-neck sweater that hugged his chest. He later claimed it was the department store line of some designer I had never heard of, but regardless, he looked achingly sexy.
I came up behind him and traced my hands across his chest and down the front of his body, lightly rubbing my hands across his crotch.
"Get it," I whispered into his ear.
He leaned his head back into my shoulder and turned his head to kiss my check.
"I'll think about it," he said. "You really like it?"
I pressed the bulge in my jeans into his ass in response.
Then, a voice rang out behind us, "You'd better not pull another art museum stunt!"
"Sorry, Angela," I said meekly.
"We'll behave," Jasper added, mimicking the tone of my voice.
The three of us laughed, and I was glad that Angela felt comfortable enough to tease us.
They managed to window shop for the rest of the trek back up High Street, stopping only in one chic clothing store, where Jasper got Angela to buy a minidress. I tried on a wool blazer, and the eye fucking Jasper gave me almost convinced me to get it. Our last stop was a stroll through the covered mall off Cornmarket, which was full of food stands, a sinful looking chocolate shop, and few other small boutiques.
That night, Jasper and I christened our bed. I'm sure our downstairs neighbor heard the loud thumping, but I didn't care. At least, we tried to keep our vocalizing to a minimum.
Kind of.
We had enrolled in the same classes, and both were a refreshing change from all my biology and chemistry classes back home. One was a British history course, which nicely fulfilled my world cultures gen-ed requirement, and the other was a literature of Oxford course, which focused on the fantasy stories of Tolkien, Lewis, and Carroll, all of whom wrote Oxford into their work. Both professors were British and truly looked the way I always though a professor would look, right down to their tweed jackets with elbow patches. Our history professor even stopped class halfway through in order to have a tobacco break. Although Jasper didn't smoke, he spent the break chatting with the professor as he smoked his pipe.
After the first day, I immediately saw a change in Jasper. It had been so long since I had seen him so excited about something that wasn't either a sporting event or a shoe sale at Neiman Marcus. As soon as class let out for the day, he started in on everything we had covered in history class, going on and on about the Battle of Hastings and the political situation surrounding William the Conqueror. That night the professors joined us for dinner, and Jasper spent the entire time engaged in a discussion with the history professor.
That weekend, since we never had Friday classes, most of the students had planned weekend trips to various locations around Europe. Jasper and I didn't have enough expendable income to be jetting off every weekend, but we planned on doing some traveling in France after classes were over. Anyway, there was enough in Oxford and the vicinity to keep us busy, so we spent Friday in town and decided to take a day trip to London the next day.
Our first stop was the Ashmolean museum. It was the world's oldest public museum and it was packed to the gills with artifacts. I thought it would probably take weeks to look at everything, so we stayed selective about what we viewed. I was more interested in the art and Jasper wanted to see the relics of past civilizations. So, we parted ways, and I left him to look at ancient coins that all looked exactly the same while I sought out the sketches of Michelangelo and Rembrandt.
When I went back to meet him, he was still looking at all the coinage. The moment I crossed the threshold of the room, an odd feeling overwhelmed me as I realized I was so far away from everything I had ever known.
I didn't think I would be able to do this without Jasper here, so I hurried to him and grabbed his hand, needing to feel his grounding connection.
"Is everything okay?" He was startled out of his contemplation.
"I just- I don't know, being in here standing in thousands of years of human history. It's so... intimidating. I'd be so homesick if you weren't here with me, Jasper."
He turned and kissed my cheek. "I'm glad I get to share this with you, too."
The next day, we rose early and took the bus to the train station to ride into London. Once we arrived, the first place we went was kind of corny, but it was on both of our lists. The night before we had each compiled a list of places in London we wanted to see and then combined them to decide what to do on this excursion. So there we were, at Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum. Even though I was a little embarrassed, it was surprisingly very entertaining.
It was sort of bizarre at first being in a room full of statues of famous people we didn't know and would never meet, but Jasper and I fully embraced the absurdity when we both caught each other ogling wax David Beckham.
"I never want to share you, ever, but I don't think I'd be entirely opposed if Becks wanted to join us," Jasper mused.
I gave a low groan and nodded in agreement.
We made our way through the museum and got our pictures taken with the Beatles, Justin Timberlake and President Obama. Jasper even made me pose next to wax Albert Einstein.
We had lunch at an amazing hole-in-the-wall Indian restaurant, reminiscent of our first date.
Then, we spent the rest of the afternoon in the British Museum. I was getting a little tired of museums. Jasper, though, always humored me when I drug him to art galleries, so I did the same. I'm certain that I saw the Rosetta Stone and pieces of the Parthenon and the place in the library where Marx often studied, but honestly I spent most of the time there watching Jasper. His eyes would light up when we got to something that obviously piqued his interest. He would bite his lower lip when he was reading the signs and placards. Then his face would scrunch up, and I could only imagine that he was trying to reconstruct the time period in his mind, thinking about what it would be like to conquer the world with Alexander or live in ancient Greece.
When we got back to school after that weekend, our time in Oxford seemed to fly by. Though I was really engaged in both of my classes, I was really enjoying the city itself. My inner nerd was in love with all of the history and culture that was crammed in every crook and cranny.
Most of the students, as I suspected, spent most of their spare time in the college's pub or going out to all the clubs that made up Oxford's night life. Jasper was serious about only drinking champagne and only when we celebrated, so we hardly ever joined them. I was so proud of him for taking his vow seriously, and even though he told me he would be okay if I went to the pub, I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything. I could get sloppy drunk at home if I ever was so inclined, and doing it in a foreign country didn't make it any more appealing. We spent a lot of time with Angela, who was not a drinker, and even though Kate and Tanya, as well as Demetri and Marcus did like to imbibe in spirits, they didn't feel the need to do so every night and would often accompany us on our sober exploration of Oxford.
One of the best discoveries we found was a theatre company who performed Shakespeare in the park. The way they used the trees and very minimal set design to bring the plays to life made it very fun to watch, even though, I barely understood a word that was spoken. I could almost see how Bella would seethe with jealous when I told her about the plays we saw.
One evening we even went on a walking ghost tour of Oxford that led us through some of the most infamous deaths that occurred in the city. I didn't believe in ghosts in the least, but even I shivered as the tour guide told us about Jack the Ripper, who likely had walked the very street where we were standing pursuing his next victim. Jasper smirked at me because he knew of my fondness for horror movies and the hard time I gave Bella when she got scared, but he didn't tease me. He just squeezed my hand sweetly.
On Demetri's birthday, however, our group of friends convinced to go out dancing with them. We started in the college pub, and I indulged in an ale after Jasper insisted again that it didn't bother him. He reminded me that he was best friends with Emmett, so he was already used to being around beer but not participating in it. It was nice not having to be 21 to drink. Plus, if I was going to dance, I was going to need to be a little toasty, so I had a second ale before we left for the club. And, a shot of whiskey. And, at least another ale once we got there. And, I think Marcus bought me another shot of whiskey. Taken in Demetri's honor, of course.
I had never actually seen Jasper dance before, other than just messing around or slow dancing, middle school style, so, when I was finally feeling a little fuzzy from the alcohol, I was surprised at how willingly he was to be pulled onto the dance floor. The thing about dancing in a club like this was to look around and realize that everyone looks ridiculous. That was my policy, anyway, so I gave into the beats, clung to Jasper, and just let go.
Jasper looked so at ease while dancing, I could hardly keep my eyes off of his body when he twisted and turned and moved his hips. It only took a song or two before I closed any respectable distance between the two of us and started what could only be viewed as foreplay by anyone who happened to notice us. At first, I just positioned myself so I was straddling his leg and moved my body, basically rubbing my hardening dick into his hip.
But, it wasn't enough.
I turned so my back was facing him and ground my ass into his obvious erection. His hands came up to my waist, holding me in place, our hips gyrating together. We gravitated back to a darker part of the room as I felt Jasper's left hand slip up under my shirt. His fingertips grazed across my abs and then slipped under both the waistband of my jeans and boxers. Ever so slowly, he walked his fingers closer until his hand was fully wrapped around my piece.
I leaned back. "Baby, don't tease," I whispered.
"I wasn't planning on it," he whispered back.
Then he put his right hand to his mouth, coating it with needed moisture, and in a quick motion replaced his left hand with his right.
He was doing this. He was really doing this. He was jerking me off on the dance floor in a night club.
So I did the only thing I could do and licked my own palm, reaching it behind my back and plunged down blindly under Jasper's low slung jeans.
Our hips were still rocking rhythmically to the beat as we stroked each other frantically under our clothes. Knowing that we could be spotted at any second made it that much hotter, and even though, we didn't have a lot room, constrained in our clothing as we were, I was frighteningly close to orgasm after a couple minutes. It was obvious that Jasper felt the same way.
Simultaneous orgasms didn't often happen in our love-making, but when Jasper whispered in my ear "cum for me," it pushed us both over the edge.
I wanted to scream, but I had to settle for a low growl as Jasper bit into my shoulder to hold his own exclamation at bay. We stood in our position, panting for a moment. I looked around the room, trying to see if anyone noticed, but they all seemed oblivious. Sufficiently recovered, my Eagle Scout pulled out the handkerchief he always carried and very subtly wiped away the signs of our indiscretion.
We were both sweaty from dancing, and I probably smelled like the inside of a beer stein, so other than the post-orgasmic glow on our skin and our matching goofy grins, there wasn't really any sign of what had just happened in the dark corner of the discotheque.
Of course, as soon as we joined Marcus, Angela and Tanya, who were chatting at a table in a different room, we got called out on it as their eyes seemed to collectively move back and forth between us.
"Bathroom blowjobs, no?" Marcus asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Dance floor handjobs, yes." Jasper answered back, teasing Marcus' English.
Marcus threw back his head and laughed.
"I love you guys. I'm officially claiming you as honorary Italians," he leaned forward to kiss us each on the cheek.
Even with our new found status, we saved round two for when we got back to our room.
Before I knew it, it was our last weekend in Oxford. I had intended on hanging around the city for a couple days before Jasper and I headed to the continent to spend the last week of vacation exploring. So, I was shocked Saturday morning when Jasper told me that he had a surprise planned for me.
After we finished breakfast, we came back to the room. I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and when I came out, Jasper was standing in the middle of the room, holding a duffle bag.
"What's going on?"
"We're going to London today," he said casually.
"We are?"
He nodded.
"And, what will we be doing in London?"
Jasper shook his head, "Nope. It's a surprise."
I knew better than to try to get it out of him, so I just went along.
We walked to the train station. Jasper insisted that we didn't have to hurry, so we strode hand in hand down to Queens Street and Park End. I tried to drink in the scenery. I knew we wouldn't be in Oxford much longer, and it made me sort of sad. Even after such a short time, it really was starting to feel like home. I thought back to the first night when I didn't think I would make any friends and realized how wrong I was. Angela was becoming a close friend to both Jasper and I, and we both fully intended on keeping in touch with the girls from Denali and our Italian friends. Thinking about it all coming to an end, put me into a contemplative mood, which Jasper seemed to sense.
We got on the train and rode mostly in silence. I rested my head on Jasper's shoulder, and he put his arm around me as we watched the English countryside and small towns pass by.
Once we were at Paddington Station, Jasper asked me if there was anything I wanted to do in centre city. I was too anxious to get to the surprise, so we just bought tickets for the tube. Jasper nudged me when we reached our stop, and I followed him off the underground and up to the street. I had no idea where we were, which normally would freak me out to no end, but I trusted Jasper fully.
We walked a few blocks before Jasper stopped us in front of a hotel. He strode to the door and was about to pull it open when I stopped him.
"A hotel?"
"Trust me, babe," he winked at me.
I followed him into the hotel. Jasper began to go through the check-in process and the woman behind the desk exclaimed, "Oh yes, Mr. Hale. That must make you Edward," she continued, looking right at me.
"Oh, um, yes, I guess it does."
I looked from the woman to Jasper and back to the woman again.
What was going on?
We were on the second floor, so Jasper hustled me over to the stairs. There was nothing I could do but follow along, but I was dying of curiosity.
When we entered the room, Jasper set the duffle bag on the bed then turned to me.
"Okay, out with it, love. What's all this?" I couldn't take it anymore.
He strode toward me and cupped my face in his hands. "Well, I know you said it wasn't important, but I still feel guilty for not planning anything on our anniversary. So, I got tickets to see the London Symphony Orchestra tonight."
I gasped.
"You're kidding me!"
He lowered his hands, peered up at my through his eyelashes and asked shyly, "Do you like it?"
I took a half step forward and threw my lips against his, and then wrapped my arms around him.
"You're amazing. I love it. I've always wanted to see the London Symphony." I pulled back from him slightly and scrunched up my face. "But, I can't go like this," I gestured to my jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt.
Jasper snorted, "You think I wouldn't have thought of that?" He moved swiftly across the room and opened the bathroom door. Hanging on the hook was a garment bag. He lowered it gingerly and unzipped it.
"How did you? Rent tuxedos? And the hotel... this must have cost you a fortune."
"Don't worry about it, babe," he winked at me. "Now, try it on. There's not a lot we can do about it now, but I want to make sure I got your measurements right."
"You know my measurements?"
He just chuckled at me and gave me what could only be described as a "bitch, please" face.
I tried on the tuxedo, and Jasper slowly walked around me, eyeing me up and down. He seemed pleased with the fit. Actually, he seemed more than pleased with the fit, because he made quick work of extracting me from it. Before I could even react, I was flat on my back on the bed and he was between my legs, plunging his mouth around my cock. I'm not even sure how he accomplished it at that angle, but the moment I felt his lips brush against the curls at my base, I knew I wasn't going to last long. He sensed my need and didn't tease me, quickening his pace and swallowing around my head every time I hit the back of his throat. I had gotten over my embarrassment at the speed at which Jasper could bring me to orgasm a long time ago. It was a testament to his skills more than anything else. So I was unabashed and unapologetic when I came shortly thereafter, reveling in the feeling of Jasper swallowing my hot stream, before releasing me from his lips.
After a moment of recovery, I made a move to return the favor, but Jasper brushed me off.
"Today's about you, Ed, not me."
I shook my head, "No, it's about us."
That was all he needed, not that he would have refused once I started.
Once he was satiated, I settled in beside him, and we fell into a comfortable nap.
Upon waking, we took advantage of the slightly larger shower and bathed together. We only lightly touched each other, using lips and tongues and fingertips as the hot water ran over us.
Once we were out and dry, it was close enough to our departure time, so I got back into the tuxedo and had Jasper tie the bow tie for me.
He always wore clothes very well, but fuck me if seeing Jasper in a full tuxedo wasn't the sexiest I had ever seen him. Were seeing the LSO not one of my dreams, I would have been staying in for the evening.
The woman at the lobby desk grinned at us as we passed through. Jasper even shelled out the money for a taxi, so we didn't have to wear our penguin suits on the tube, though Barbican Centre was not terribly far from our hotel.
I was flushed with excitement as we entered the concert hall, like a child visiting the zoo for the first time. I barely blinked as I tried to drink in my surroundings. Once the concertmaster rose and the orchestra began tuning, I was enraptured, and for the next two hours, I lost myself in the notes of Haydn's The Seasons.
I couldn't even speak after the curtains closed. I'm sure that there were tears welling in my eyes. I just sat in my seat and squeezed Jasper's hand until I had the strength to get up and leave this magical place.
We had a late dinner after the symphony. I could feel other patrons of the restaurant's eyes upon us as we dined, but I was sure it wasn't out of hostility or disapproval. We were two fairly good-looking young men, decked out in tuxedos, but it was not as if good-looking, well-dressed people didn't come through this area every day. It felt like something more, like people could sense how happy we were, being there together. The waiter even gave us a decadent dessert on the house, because "we looked so much in love."
For some reason, knowing that our connection was palpable to the world around us, made me unbelievably happy.
I thought I would be exhausted, but the nap we had taken that afternoon had done wonders.
By the time we got back to our hotel room, I wanted to thank Jasper properly, and hotel sex seemed like a fantastic way to do so.
I took on an aggressor's role as soon as the door latched behind us and demanded that Jasper strip for me. He complied and with grace, removed each article of his clothing with a natural seduction. First, the jacket came off. Then, the bow tie. Next, the cummerbund. Then, ever so slowly, he undid the buttons of his crisp white shirt. As he spread open the shirt panels, he rubbed his hands slowly across his chest, stopping to pinch a nipple and let out of soft moan.
I bit my lip.
He then unbuttoned his trousers, slowly pushing them to the floor, revealing his muscled legs. The socks were the final article of clothing to go before the beautiful man was standing before me in nothing more than the red boxer-briefs I loved him in. I could see his manhood straining to be released.
He took a few steps closer to me until he was an arm's length away.
Then he spoke, "why don't you do the honors?"
He didn't need to ask me twice.
I reached for the waistband and used it to pull him closer toward me. I rubbed my finger around the underside of the band, moving slowly from one hip and to the other, caressing his soft skin. I hooked the band around my forefingers and gently lifted the band up and over his beautiful cock. It sprang out at attention, and I couldn't help but lean in to run my tongue along it as I pushed the boxer-briefs down to the floor.
I pulled him on top of me then, and our mutual desire crushed our lips together with magnetic force. Our bodies writhed together sensuously. Even though we were both turned on beyond belief, there was no rush about it.
We had all night.
He flipped us so I was above him, and I couldn't help myself, grinding my dick forcefully against his. He took this as a sign that our play was over and moved into a position where I could take him, planting his feet on the bed, legs spread, but I shook my head at him. I wanted him inside me; I needed to give myself to him. Not to show my appreciation for what he had done to make up for his transgression on our anniversary, but just because I wanted him to feel my vulnerability, and I his strength.
We switched positions on the bed and continued our languid kissing until I thought my heart was going to burst.
Just as we were both more than ready to consummate our foreplay, Jasper realized that the small box of rubbers he had brought was actually empty.
Before he could really register his frustration, I blurted out: "So, let's just go without."
"Who are you and what have you done with my Edward?" He asked with a laugh.
"I'm not about to stop that huge cock of yours from filling up my tight-
He cut me off with a vigorous kiss.
He prepared me carefully, even more carefully than usual, which I hardly thought possible. Once I was stretched, and we were both thoroughly coated with lube, he settled at my entrance.
"Last chance," he murmured.
In response, I thrust my hips forward. He smiled at my eagerness and then ever-so slowly entered me. The noise that came out of his throat once he was inside me was positively primal, and when he paused, I knew it was less for my sake and more for his. His motion was slow but rhythmic, and I couldn't believe the difference in how his bare skin felt as he penetrated me. The sensation was like nothing I could have imagined, and by Jasper's reaction, I knew it felt incredible for him, too.
Neither of us was going to last long.
He stopped his motion once again and groaned, "Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you feel?" He bit his lip "Ung, so hard to hold back."
After a moment, he began his slow sensuous thrusts once again, this time spreading some lube on my dick and pumping me at double the speed, rubbing his thumb over my head on every upstroke.
The feeling of his warm hand, his thrusts, the intense expression on his face as he gazed lovingly and hungrily into my eyes and with the sound of the symphony still reverberating through my mind, it was too much to hold back any longer.
I came.
Hard.
Exploding in an ablution of sensation, I could feel my eyes roll back in my head and the tears start to well. The next thing I registered was Jasper's voice.
"Are you okay, babe?"
"So much better than okay," I managed.
I picked my feet up off the bed and wrapped my legs around Jasper's waist, pulling him toward me, so I could crash my lips against his.
"Fuck me, Jasper. I want to feel you cum," I panted against his lips.
"F- fuck," was his only response.
He sped up his pace then, still not thrusting as hard as he could for my sake, but hard enough to keep my body shuddering. It wasn't much longer before I felt him climax; his whole body seemed to convulse with mine as he collapsed, completely spent, on top of me.
It felt unbelievable with his hot release inside me. Until I realized that cleanup is a bit less awkward when everything goes neatly into the condom, but it was a small price to pay and it made the whole act that much more intimate.
Even though the entire evening felt like it occurred in some other realm of existence, a place I wasn't worthy of, I don't think I ever felt more grounded than I did that night as I drifted off to sleep, my lover in my arms.
A/N: I will be reducing my posting to approximately one post a week. This is partly because, well, I'm starting to go insane and no one wants that, and because the chapters are starting to get a bit longer, so they take longer to write and polish. So, you get more, just less often. :)
Also, I have two entries in the "For the Love of Jasper" contest – "Serendipitous Savior" and "The Cop and the Addict" (I like both, but I'm rather proud of the latter. As far as I know, it's the only Jasper/Charlie pairing in existence). Both of my stories are up for voting in the round which started Oct. 11 and ends Oct. 18. Check it out! Even if you don't like mine, there are a lot of fantastic Jasper stories over there!
http://www(dot)fanfiction(dot)com/community/For_the_Love_of_Jasper_Contest/72564/
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