Disclaimer: As always, these boys aren't mine. I'm just playing with them for my own twisted pleasure! The plot is mine though.
Here it is, EPOV. What has been going on under that mane of bronze sex hair? Only one way to find out, read on.
EPOV
I'd been living in Arizona for about a month now and I was enjoying the change from living in the Windy City, but I was missing the hustle and bustle of Chicago and I was missing my friends and family even more. I hoped I had done the right thing in moving across the country, now with the benefit of hindsight I wondered if it had been extreme to pack up and move nearly 1,500 miles to get away from the memories of my relationship with Seth. It was hard to feel fully at home and settled in whilst I was living in the staff accommodation at the university and I hoped that I'd find a suitable apartment (with a good air conditioner) soon.
It had been almost six months since Seth and I had parted company and I was desperately in need of some sexual healing and it didn't seem entirely appropriate to hook-up with someone and then bring them back to campus. Somehow it felt icky and I wasn't sure that the faculty would be too pleased if students saw me bringing a succession of random men home with me just to scratch that itch. So I'd developed a close relationship with my right hand and a fairly close relationship with my left hand (I like to ring the changes every so often, you know how they say if you sit on your left hand and then use it to jerk off it feels like someone else's hand? – well it's bullshit but a change is a change.) I hadn't jerked off this much since I was in high school and had gym class with the very attractive Emmett McCarty, God that man was built!
The reason behind all this masturbation? Well, apart from plain horniness? Jasper Fucking Whitlock, with his golden curls, lightly tanned skin and drop dead gorgeous body, not forgetting those beautiful blue eyes. He was the reason I was doing the five knuckle shuffle on a nightly basis, not to mention the occasional daytime visit to the men's washroom in the humanities building. It was embarrassing, I just had to look at him and I could feel a stirring in my pants. What made it even more ridiculous was I had barely exchanged two words with the guy, beyond Hellos etc. I actually thought the guy didn't like me. Well, until today that is.
When I walked it into the faculty lounge at lunchtime and saw Jasper sitting there eating his lunch I almost turned on my heel and walked straight back out again, I was so embarrassed by my body's response to his proximity. I was a grown man for God's sake. I needed to get over this infatuation and I needed to do it soon. However, I was somewhat taken aback when Jasper spoke to me. Fair enough, his 'hard morning?' was hardly the wittiest or most original of conversational opening gambits but he had spoken to me and it was a start. I took another sip from my coffee and when I looked up again he was still looking at me. Not just looking at me, staring at me. I raised my hand to my face trying to surreptitiously check for charcoal. I didn't find any but I thought I'd better check to be sure. When he tells me that he was off in his own world and blushes at my response, I start to wonder if he might be interested in me in the same way as I am interested in him but I quickly dismiss the idea as stupid. The man is a gay man's wet dream! However, I did summon up the courage to see if he would be willing to show me around the city a little bit and to my delight he agreed and we made plans to meet up after classes.
The brief exchange leaves me feeling hot under the collar and my pants tight around the crotch. I think a brief stop in the faculty mensroom will be in order before my next class. When I got into the cubicle I was harder than I can ever remember and I can't release my dick from the confines of my pants fast enough. I take myself in hand and stroke vigorously picturing Jasper's full, red lips wrapped around my cock, a faint blush on his cheeks as he takes me deep and swallows around the head. As I feel my balls start to tighten and I hear the tell-tale signs of someone else pleasuring themselves nearby, the sound of skin on skin and then my name called out in a strangled cry and I release all over my hand Jasper's name on my lips as I do so. Once I've recovered my composure I feel slightly embarrassed about jacking off and calling out Jasper's in the men's washroom but I tamp down those feelings and noticing the time, I leave the cubicle. To my utter delight and horror I see Jasper at the sinks washing his hands. It was him I heard jacking off and he said my name. We exchange glances but he doesn't say anything and neither do I. However, inside my brain is having a party and everyone is invited. Jasper finds me attractive, perhaps as attractive as I find him and we have a date later. Okay, so it's not really a date but let me have this one for now please!
We leave the washroom together and before I go up the stairs to class I can't resist giving him a little wink to let him know that I heard him and that he heard me.
My afternoon classes couldn't go fast enough and of course because of this they dragged on insufferably. Finally, 5pm rolled around and I was out the door like a bullet from a gun.
As I sat in the teachers' lounge and waited for Jasper I started to fantasize about making my blow job fantasy into reality. He would come into the lounge as agreed but instead of us leaving and grabbing some food. I would grab him by the tie and push him into the mensroom and then into a cubicle. Once in there, I would release my cock from the confines of my pants, hissing as the cool air enveloped my dick and then push his head down onto it, telling him to suck it hard and deep. He would take my cock deep into his mouth, running his tongue over the head and underside just the way I like and then deep throating me, all the while he would be looking up at me through his eyelashes. My hands would be in his hair, pulling at his gorgeous curls and I wouldn't be able to stop a torrent of dirty words coming out of my mouth. 'Oh yeah, just like that. You're so good at sucking my cock baby, I can't wait until I'm inside that tight ass fucking you slow and deep.' I begin to feel my dick hardening again and decide I'd better try and distract myself otherwise I'll jump on Jasper the moment he turns up. Literally seconds later he walks through the door and I can't help the blush that paints my cheeks as the pictures of my fantasy play through my mind when he walks towards me.
Jasper suggests having a drink before we eat and we quickly find a booth and Jasper orders a pitcher. We're having a great time at the bar chatting about hiking in the mountains and national parks when Jasper drops a bombshell. He has a wife! He has a fucking wife! I am totally dumbstruck by this piece of information and by the way he casually drops it into conversation like it's no big deal. Well, buddy it' a big deal to me I can tell you! How could he be beating his meat and calling out my name, my name for God's sake and then go home to his little wife? What a jerk! I tell him what I think of him and let him know for certain that I heard what he was up to in the mensroom.
I decide I need to get out of there straightaway, I knew it was too good to be true, all the good ones are straight. When I start to get up Jasper pretty much begs me to stay. He tells me that he has never been so attracted to a man before despite having hooked up with guys in the past. I am totally floored when he says he wants to do everything with me, what does that mean? It can't mean what I think it does can it? I am momentarily distracted by thought of taking Jasper or being taken by Jasper before I realise that this situation is ridiculous, he is married and I am no good at sharing. I have no interest in being the other man. It would be easy if he wasn't so hot (and funny and interesting). Damn it!
I realise that Jasper has got up from his seat and has his bag over his shoulder. No! He can't leave, not yet! I realise that despite my reservations about his wife, I really do want this man and I really don't want him to go anywhere yet. I need to tell him how I feel.
When I tell him that I really want to kiss him, he tells me to do it. How can he sit there and say it like it's that easy? How can he kiss me and then go back to his wife and tell her about it? I tell him about being no good at sharing and he says that it's the only way forward for us and I realise that I will have to try if I want a chance of being with him and I do, I really do.
Suddenly, the urge to kiss him is overwhelming. I don't want to think anymore about his wife, or how complicated the situation is. I just want to kiss him, to possess him and to have him possess me even for only a moment. So I do. I grab his face in my hands and I kiss him with everything I have. I feel like I'm pouring my soul into him. It sounds corny but I want to give him a piece of me to take home. I want him to think of my hands and my lips when he is in bed, with his wife. I want him.
He kisses me back just as furiously, his hands go up into my hair and he pulls and tugs on the coppery strands. I feel a need to mark him, to claim him as mine and suddenly my lips are on his neck and I'm panting heavily. Before I can stop myself I find myself telling Jasper exactly what I'm thinking, how fantastic he tastes and how much I want to feel his lips and mouth on my cock. It's like I have no filter when I'm around him. To my relief his reaction suggests that he wants that too and when he suggests we leave the bar I am right behind him.
Once we are back out on the street I feel slightly calmer, slightly more rational. I realise that that I had been only moments away from going anywhere he wanted to take me and doing anything he wanted to do and I feel completely powerless and slightly scared. I need to reign myself back in, get myself back under control. He's already admitted that he wants me but I should have more respect for myself than to give it up on a first date. More than anything, I want to get to know him. I don't want just one quick fuck in an alleyway. I want more and suddenly I'm more scared than I've ever been.
How was it from Edward's perspective?
Don't worry I don't intend to repeat every chapter from each person's perspective. I just thought we could do with a little insight into Edward's mind.
In the next chapter we finally meet Alice and there might be a proper lemon too.
Please let me know what you think so far. I might even be able to give a little sneak preview of chapter four.
Gabby – who didn't leave a signed review so I can't reply personally. Bella is definitely not going to get involved with Edward, Jasper and Alice (threes company but four is a crowd!) She might have a role to play in the story though.