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The dimple action? It's all for you, Steph...
"Naptime?" I yawned.
"Mmm, naptime."
EPOV
I woke up in basically the same position I had fallen asleep – curled around Jasper's body. The sun had filtered through the bedroom window and was lower in the sky, shining almost directly on us. I felt like a cat curled up in a sunspot for a nap, and it was blissful.
As I peppered light kisses on Jasper's shoulders, my hand moved around to the front of his body, pulling him tighter into me. He nestled his body against mine and I knew he was awake.
"Have a nice nap?" I asked.
"Mmm," he replied and rolled over to face me. "You?"
"Very nice nap," I said, smiling.
Jasper sat up, his hands rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair was a little wonky and stuck up in places, reminding me of my own at times.
"Wanna go grab a beer, watch some TV, and talk?" he asked.
"Sure."
He got up, not bothering to put his boxers back on. I followed him out of the room just as naked as he was, watching the muscles in his legs, ass, and back flex and relax with each step. He turned around halfway down the hallway to the kitchen and smiled at me.
"Enjoying the view?" he teased.
"Hell fucking yes," I said.
"Go relax on the couch. I'll be right there with two beers."
I sat down and pulled the soft fleece blanket from the back to cover myself with; I wasn't shy, just cold. I stretched my legs out to the other side and closed my eyes for a moment, thinking about the last 48 hours and how crazy they'd been. Grabbing the remote, I turned the TV on just as Jasper returned. He handed me a bottle of Corona and sat on the opposite side of the couch from me. His legs wrapped up with mine under the blanket and I could feel his cold feet against my hips.
"Damn Jasper, you're so fucking cold."
He smiled sheepishly and said, "I know, sorry."
I attempted to use his remote to change the channels, but finally gave up and handed it to him. He turned on Comedy Central and set the remote down. I put my beer on the table and brought my hands under the blanket to his left foot, picking it up and rubbing it gently. Beginning with my thumbs on the arch of his foot, I rubbed slowly, my fingers curling over the top to warm it up. I pressed and circled, hopefully easing some tension with my hands. He slipped further down into the couch, his head resting against the armrest, eyes closed. His breathing sped up and his mouth went slack, seemingly enjoying the moment. It was a calm, peaceful interaction between us, as if we had been doing this together for years.
Setting his left foot down, I picked up his right and repeated my rubbing and warming. That time, I let my hands trail up his calf, my fingertips softly skimming his leg hair. I could see him gulp and he peeked one eye open at me.
"Edward?"
"Yes," I said, smirking.
"What's your favorite movie?"
Huh, I wasn't expecting that.
"Of all time, or do I get a genre to narrow it down?"
"All time," he clarified.
"Shit, that's a tough one." I thought for a moment. "I'm partial to The Matrix series as well as the new Transformers movie, but I do also enjoy The Little Mermaid to be honest."
Jasper laughed. "The Little Mermaid? Are you kidding me?"
"I like to watch it with my niece. It's a cute movie," I huffed at him, setting his foot back down.
"Niece?" he asked.
"Yes, I have a niece."
I wasn't intentionally being mysterious, but it was fun to tease him and make him work for the answer to his obvious burning question.
"Alice has a daughter?"
"No, Alice doesn't have a daughter. Emmett, my brother, does. You haven't met either of them yet, but she's six."
"What does he do?" Jasper asked before sitting up a little more and taking a long pull from his beer.
"He's a doctor; a Pediatrician with my dad down at Children's Primary. He's a single dad, so we all try to pitch in and help him."
"Christ, two doctors, a lawyer. What does Alice do?"
"She's still trying to find herself," I hedged. "She's been through a lot in the last few years. She has a degree in dance, but I suspect she'll end up working with my mother at her design house."
"Design house?"
"Yeah, my mom is a clothing designer," I said.
"Huh." He closed his eyes again and I wondered if he was doing a mental psychologist dance in his brain, trying to figure us out.
Jasper's eyes were still closed as he spoke. "Edward, what made you want to be a lawyer?"
I thought back through all of the reasons I'd given over the years when people would ask.
"I think initially I wanted to be a lawyer because it wasn't a doctor. By the time I settled on a career path, Emmett already knew he was going to follow in my father's footsteps. There was some family pressure for me to do the same, and I just didn't want that for my life. I wanted to help people without the potential for people to die at my own hands, you know?" I laughed lightly.
Jasper opened his eyes and looked at me while I finished explaining.
"Watching my dad all those years, then seeing my brother in med school, I just knew it wasn't for me. I decided on law because I knew I was gay and I was really outraged at some of the things going on in the legal system. I hated the powerless feeling I got when I looked at the inequalities; I wanted to be able to do something. I really didn't want to move back here, either, with the laws the way they are and such, but I just..." I trailed off with a sigh. Even as intimate as Jasper and I had been, I wasn't ready to get into the nitty gritty of things with Adam yet.
"I just didn't want to feel powerless. How about you, what made you want to help kids?"
I took a few sips from my beer while I listened to Jasper. I was watching the lines of his mouth move as he spoke, the way his lips puffed out at times into a pouty grin, thinking about how I wanted to suck his full lower lip between mine again. His eyes sparkled and danced as he spoke about working with and helping kids. Fucking pay attention, Edward.
"Really, I've never done something as rewarding and difficult before. I imagine it's much like raising a child of my own, only not as intense. At the end of the day, I get to leave and come home to this comfort. It can be torture to know that I've left them behind and not completely fixed them the way they need or deserve to be. The kids I work with have done nothing to deserve the sort of physical, mental, and emotional torture inflicted on them. Most of them had nothing, no one to love them before coming to our facility. It's heartbreaking and awe-inspiring at the same time."
I gave him a soft smile and after a few moments we turned our attention to the TV; there was a rerun of Reno 911 on and we both laughed, allowing the relative seriousness of our discussion to dissipate. We sat mostly in silence, limbs tangled beneath the blanket, both of us on our sides. Jasper's hands rested on my legs, tracing slow circles on my calves. The sun was nearly gone from the sky, darkness settling in on a strange Sunday evening.
"Jasper?" I whispered.
"Hmm?" he said, and flattened his hand against my leg.
"I have to go soon."
"I know," he sighed.
"I had a nice weekend. Do you think we could go out again some time?"
It seemed a little silly to ask; we had engaged in some rather intimate activities that afternoon. We seemed to be getting along and it was pretty clear Alice and Bella were going to strike something up, but I didn't want to assume.
Jasper smiled at me and stared for a moment before speaking. "I would like that very much. What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I think tomorrow would work for me, as long as Bella doesn't play the slave driver role too heavily at work," I said, laughing.
"How about we meet up here and make some dinner, maybe watch a movie? No Little Mermaid, though," he teased.
"That sounds good. Do you cook?"
Oh God, please say yes.
"I do, actually. Do you?"
I smiled. "I do." Nothing was hotter than a man with the ability to cook... except perhaps me cooking in the kitchen with said man.
I suddenly realized I was still naked as I twisted my body to get off the couch. Oh well, he's seen it before, hopefully he'll see it all again.
As I walked into the guest bedroom, I laughed when I noticed our clothes thrown around the room. Picking up my things, I piled them onto the bed, then caught a glimpse of Jasper standing in the doorway.
I smiled at him, half-hoping he'd stay. "You going to watch me?"
"I am," he said, smiling back at me. "When you're done, would you mind helping me get the sheets off so I can put them in the wash?"
"Of course. I helped sully them up, I can help you clean, too."
The memory kept my smile on my face. I took my time and put a show on for him, bending over slowly to put my boxers and pants back on. I flexed my muscles more than necessary when I put my shirt on, and decided to just leave my shoes off. Once I was done, I pulled the sheets off the bed on the side I was standing on, and noticed Jasper doing the same on the opposite side. We met in the middle and he took the sheets from me, grazing his fingertips across the back of my hand.
My hands moved up to his head and I pushed my fingers through his soft curls, then brought his face to mine, our mouths touching tentatively at first. He let out a gust of air through his mouth as he pulled back slightly. I could taste the beer on his breath and I wanted to simultaneously throw him down and fuck him and run from the house to prevent it from happening. It felt too fast, too soon for me; I needed to breathe.
I moved my mouth back to his, softly that time, slowly. I wanted to taste him, to absorb as much of him as I could without crossing the invisible line that established our boundaries for the moment. My fingers tugged gently on his hair as they moved down to the back of his neck. I stopped, stroking along the sparse hair at his neck, twisting the wispy hairs through my fingers without pulling them. Tilting back slightly, I took note of the dimple on Jasper's left cheek. It only came out when he was smirking that fucking sexy smirk of his and I couldn't help it; it was as if I was drawn to it, and I placed a soft kiss right on top of it.
"Jasper," I sighed. Why did real life have to get in the way? "I have to go now, before we fuck on an unmade bed before we're ready."
I ran my thumb across his dimple, tracing it and putting it in my memory. I loved it already and knew I would need to see it as frequently as possible. Jasper bent down and picked up his boxers and pants, putting them on slowly. I could see he was hard; I felt his pain, knowing I'd be going home in need of some private time myself. That gave me an idea of the best kind.
"Jasper? Before I go, can I get your phone number?"
"Of course. Let's go find our phones and swap numbers."
He took my hand in his and led me back out to the living room, the sheets crumpled up and tucked under his other arm. He dropped them on the couch and grabbed his phone off the coffee table. I looked around and picked mine up from a ledge by the door, where I noticed my keys were as well. We swapped our phones and programmed in the pertinent information before handing them back. Jasper smiled at me and I gave him my best smile back, my evil plans for the evening falling nicely into place.
I picked up my keys and Jasper met me at the front door. He pushed a hand through my hair and I closed my eyes. Opening the front door for me, he gently kissed my cheek once.
"Bye, Edward," he said, a slight wistful tone in his voice.
"Bye, Jasper."
I got into my car and he stood at the door in his boxers watching me the entire time. I wondered if this was a regular move his neighbors were used to – the goodbye scene at the door in your underwear. I'd have to figure out more about Jasper, but for now, I was content to leave with his number and the promise of a date.
I drove home quickly, knowing it would take me less than 20 minutes. I only prayed he would wait. The second I was behind my door with the deadbolt in place, I scrolled through my contacts and dialed his number.
"Hello?" he answer, sounding slightly out of breath.
"Hey Jasper, it's Edward."
I heard him laugh a little. "I was just thinking about you," he said, and I could hear fabric rustle in the background.
"You were? Why do you sound so out of breath? Something you need to confess?" I teased.
He hummed lightly, then said, "If you were here, I could show you why I'm so out of breath. But you left me here, all hard and ready for you. That wasn't very nice." He breathed out the last few words, barely more than a whisper of noise.
"Sorry, Jasper, I guess I'm slightly old fashioned, but also find myself lacking in self-control around you," I said with a laugh. "I knew we weren't ready for the next step, I wasn't ready for the next step, but if I stayed, I might not have been able to resist you."
"Edward," he drew my name out over a long sigh.
"Fuck, are you touching yourself?"
Hearing him softly grunting, my mind flashed back to images from that morning of my torso nestled between his legs and my mouth wrapped around his cock.
"I believe I might be, Edward... care to join me?"
"I was hoping you would ask," I said with a smile in my voice as I walked to my own bedroom, crisp and clean, just like I'd left it.
I needed to get my clothes ready for work the next day, but that could wait; I was pretty sure this wouldn't take long. After practically tearing off my clothes, I fell to the bed with a thud. I could hear Jasper moan.
"Oh God, did you just get into bed?"
"Yep. I'm in bed, naked and thinking about you."
"Fuck, that is so hot. I don't think I told you, but you have a phenomenal body. It's too bad we didn't have more time together today, I wouldn't have minded another chance to lick you all over."
"There's always tomorrow. Real life has to happen sometimes though, unfortunately. Why don't you tell me what else you'd like to do to me?"
I nestled under the cool sheets and imagined Jasper's hand where mine was: fingers wrapped tightly around my thick cock, stroking me slowly. Reaching over to my nightstand, I grabbed my bottle of lube and a few tissues to make the job cleaner and easier. Squeezing a few drops of the sticky liquid into my hand, I began to stroke myself as I heard Jasper speaking.
"I want you to wrap your hand around your cock, Edward, and stroke yourself just like I would if I was there. I would start low at the base and squeeze my fingers around you as I moved my hand up." He groaned and I could hear him shifting around in his bed.
"My fingers would graze over the top of your beautiful cock before working their way back down a little faster, gripping a little tighter, bringing you closer. Fuck, Edward, are you touching yourself like I asked?"
"Yeah," I whispered, lost in the thought of Jasper's hands on my body.
"Good boy. Stroke yourself harder. Bring your other hand up and brush your fingertips across your nipple. Keep stroking your dick, I want to hear you come with me."
Jasper was practically panting each breath out and sucking it violently back in, which only made me harder with want. I stroked faster, harder, anything to bring myself over the edge with him.
"Mmm, Jasper, I'm almost there. Ready?"
"Oh fuck, Edward. Yes." He grunted deep, the phone vibrating against my ear, and I could hear what I thought was his release begining to take over his body, just as mine began. My muscles tightened and tensed throughout my body and I moaned loudly as my other hand shot to the tissues, wrapping them over the head of my cock before I made a mess everywhere. I held my breath as my orgasm flowed from my body, the delicious release washing over me.
Jasper was still panting, catching his breath and I laid still, smiling.
Several minutes of silence passed before he spoke. "Edward?"
"Hmm?"
"I can't wait to see you tomorrow."