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Chapter 10 – JPOV (Distractions)

I must have finally fallen asleep at one point, because my eyes snap open, and I am blinded by the sun flowing in through our window. After that fucking disastrous date yesterday, we had both been so sick when we arrived back to the room that we had forgotten to pull the shade before falling into bed.

I don't think anyone will ever be able pay me enough to get on a goddamn boat again. My stomach churns at the thought. I roll over, and practically fall out of bed. I stretch my sore muscles, trying to loosen them up in vain. I lift my hands high over my head and tilt to the side, stretching my side. I groan from the shooting pain that runs up my back.

Great, the plane ride home today is gonna be a blast.

That thought reminds me that this is our last morning together, until I meet him at his place in Chicago in three months time.

It's going to feel like a lifetime…to me. I glance over at sleepy head, as I cross the room to head for the bathroom.

His head is buried in a pillow, his soft auburn locks positioned in a million different directions. The sheet lies along his hips, just displaying the ripe curve of his gorgeous ass.

I scamper quickly to the bathroom to take care of some morning activities, so I can quickly return to Edward without wasting much of the time we have left. I take a leak, brush my teeth, wash my face and am back in bed in less than five. I climb in slowly, and quietly, resisting the urge to pounce on him. While I was in the bathroom he had, at some point, turned to his side, with his back facing me. I gently pull on his shoulder, so that he is now lying on his back.

Every morning this week I had awakened before him, and every morning I stared at him until his tired green eyes opened, then I waited for that moment of recognition when he realized that I was in bed waiting for him. I loved watching his drowsy eyes come alive, and a slow, crooked grin spread across his face. Every time, he would pull me into a very chaste hug that had nothing to do with passion, but instead wrought with tenderness and genuine affection. These have been some of my favorite moments of the week. But I know from experience that it could take another hour before he opens those beautiful eyes, and we can't have that…not today, when our time is limited.

The sheet is wrapped around his waist, exposing his ivory chest and stomach to my hungry eyes. My hand hovers inches above him, trying to figure out where I should touch him first. Almost anywhere I am liable to caress him will elicit a response that will surely wake him up immediately.

Edward's body is so sensitive. Throughout the week, I had found several places on his body that would inevitably draw out a long moan, a frustrated growl, a hiss or gasp.

He loves to be touched and caressed. He also loves to be groped and man-handled. Edward is diverse in every sense of the word, and I love how open-minded he can be about everything.

I grab the edge of the sheet and pull it down over the bulge that lay just beneath. His morning wood lies thick and heavy over his belly, moving up and down minutely with his steady breaths.

And that is how I decide that I want to wake him up this morning. I crawl over him so that I am straddling his thighs, and with the slightest touch of my fingertips, I position his cock vertically, so I can wrap my tongue around his swollen head.

"Guh….Oh God," he whispers, but his eyes remain shut.

His hips move slowly in a sensual undulation, while he stretches his torso and arms, by reaching them high above his head, and arching his back lasciviously. I gaze at him, hypnotized by his simple but sinuous action. When he is done, his eyes are open, and he stares at me, as I take his head in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and lips, switching from gentle suction, to flicking and nibbling, and then back to sucking.

"Come here baby." He motions with his arms for me to crawl up his chest, so I do. His hands are in my hair instantly, and his mouth devouring mine, but almost as fast as it starts – it ends. "No fair." He pouts, but in a sexy-as-fuck way, and not in an annoying girly way.

"What?"

"You've already brushed your teeth. Let me up." He pushes at my chest. I hesitate, not wanting to give up my advantageous position. I rub my cock on his belly, and then surrender, swinging one of my legs over him, so he can get out from underneath me, but when I had grinded my cock into his stomach a little precum had dribbled out and onto his skin. I decide to tease him some more, by picking up the small bead with my fingertip. Edward opens his mouth thinking I am going to deposit it there, but instead, I bring it up to my own lips and I suck the finger into my mouth.

"Fuck you Jas." He growls, and then clasps my cheeks in his hands roughly, holding me still for his invasion. His tongue plunges into my mouth, looking for a taste of any essence that may be left on my tongue.

I grip his hair, and pull his head back, so that his throat is exposed. Pure heat flashes in his eyes as he stares up at me. His head is slanted, and I bite his tantalizing jaw. "There is plenty more where that came from. Now go…and hurry." I add the last part as a warning.

He jumps off the bed to take care of his business. I lay back in bed, with my hands underneath my head, feeling pretty smug about the response I just drew out of him. Although, he could possibly argue that he has just as much to boast about, as I look at my throbbing dick.

He comes out of the bathroom, still fully aroused, and heaves himself on the bed and over me, but I quickly switch back to our original positions.

Lordy, I loved having Edward beneath me.

I place hot wet kisses along his chest. I tease and pinch his nipple, as I suck and lick the other one until it puckers up. He squirms and moans out his pleasure, and it is so fucking hot. He seems to be quite a bit more vocal when we are in private, as opposed to being onset. The camera would eat this up, but I am secretly pleased that he has reserved this piece of himself for just me to witness.

I start moving lower, trailing hot tongue kisses down the planes of his stomach. "What are you doing? Come back up here."

"I want to suck you Edward." I mumble, as I continue to eat up his abdomen.

"Well, turn around then, because I want to suck you too."

I am not one to turn down a sixty-nine, and Edward had to be the best blowers I have ever come across. So yeah, to say that I am up for that would be a massive understatement.

Let's get it the fuck on.

I turn around so Edward's head is between my thighs below me. He suckles on my balls for a moment, before angling my cock for his mouth. I do the same thing, taking his dick deep down my throat and bobbing my head up and down.

Between sucking him, and the sensations from whatever the fuck he is doing to me down there, I can hardly keep a coherent thought, but suddenly he stops, and I feel a tapping on my back, and it registers that he is trying to get my attention.

"Let's not make this a contest okay?" He pants.

I slow down immediately, understanding that I am bringing him a little too close to the edge, a little too soon. I reach forward to lap at his balls. I suckle one of his nuts into my mouth, and roll it along my tongue.

When I had leaned forward, I had taken some of Edward's access away, so he makes due with teasing my balls, and licking the area located just underneath them. He sucks at the sensitive skin for a moment, and then trails his tongue to my ass, circling my entrance.

Involuntarily, all movements on my part halt, as I feel the sensations of his tongue swirling around my opening. The shock of his touch makes me want to pull away, and grind my ass into his face, all at the same time.

His hands spread my cheeks as he licks the puckered skin over and over, flapping his tongue and then giving it sharp, delicious jabs. I strain for composure, forcing myself not to push my ass into his face. It had been so fucking long since I had been rimmed. Goddamn, so fucking long, and I had forgotten what this had felt like. I had forgotten that it could feel so damn amazing. I take my aggression out on his thigh, biting, licking and rubbing my face into his skin while he has his way with me.

I grab his cock and I stroke it with fervor. I am too afraid to put it into my mouth, since I have been clenching my teeth in the sweet fucking agony of a long forgotten pleasure.

It feels like heaven.

Knowing the reaction he is getting from me makes him relentless in his torment. He presses his lips against my hole and hums. And my heaven has suddenly lit up, and is now a blazing holy fire. The vibrations from his action cause me to scream out. My dick bobs heavily on his chest begging for a release from this everlasting torture.

"Edwa…darlin'…please…" I don't know what I am begging for. I don't want him to stop, but I know he can't go on.

He, regretfully or thankfully, removes his tongue, but he starts probing with one of his fingers. His hips are gyrating, imitating what he would be doing if that wasn't just his finger inside of me. "Please Jas?"

I know what he is asking.

Since we have known each other, he has, grudgingly, complied with all of my stupid demands, because he just wants to be with me, fuck. He was making me feel so fucking good right now, and this is when he is just probing lightly. I want to feel him inside of me. All of him. It seems stupid now that I would have declined the offer. It makes no difference; the next three months are going to be hell, regardless.

I sit up and move away from him slightly. I sit with my legs crossed, "Indian style", on the bed, and he is on his knees directly in front of me, making him quite a bit taller. He looks down, and I can see a series of emotions crossing in his eyes…the most prominent being rejection. He thinks I am turning him down, and it makes my heart hurt.

"It's been a long time," I warn, as I smile at him shyly…and he understands.

He cups my face, and crashes his lips to mine. "Me too, Jazz. But I want to with you…so bad."

"Me too." I grab the lube, and Edward watches as I squeeze some of the gel on my fingertips. I drop to all fours – well…three, since one hand is reaching behind me to slide my slippery fingers between my ass cheeks.

I spread my legs, so I can give Edward the best view as my fingertips glide across the wrinkled cavity. I can feel my hole contracting, as the muscle tightens in anticipation. I watch Edward, sitting back on heels, watching me. He sits, mesmerized, watching me prepare myself for him.

So, I do what I do best, and make a show out of it, although it doesn't take much effort, because watching Edward with his mouth gaping open, his eyes half-lidded, and his hands tightly clenched on his thighs, is the biggest fucking turn-on, making everything I do completely natural, and authentic.

I moan as I slip a finger in, and then gradually another. I circle my hips around them, widening and stretching myself for the intrusion. Edward's eyes shine with profound passion, and his hand flies up to his hair unconsciously running it through the soft mass, before grabbing the ends in a white-knuckled fist. His other hand switches from cupping his balls in his hand, and rolling them around, to fast strokes on his dick.

It seems to me we are both ready, so I stretch my torso across the bed to reach the packet on the nightstand. I crawl over to Edward, rip the condom open, and place it on his shaft. He already had the lube, ready and waiting, in his hand, so he squirts some directly on the tip of his dick.

I coat the rubber, by smearing the gel along it. Edward throws the lube aside, and grabs my neck to pull me in for a searing kiss.

Our tongues duel, and our hands bump, as we jerk each other off. We are both groaning and moaning, ready for more, but can't seem to pull our lips away from each other. Again, I try to back off, but he drags me back for yet another go. His mouth is hot and tasty. Our teeth clang; lips get scraped and abraded, as passion supersedes caution, and gentleness.

He rips his mouth away. With his chest heaving he positions himself behind me. I drop back down on all fours, and Edward immediately drapes himself over me. He attacks the back of my neck, and bites down hard, as his dick slides up and down in the fissure of my ass.

"Does that feel good baby?" Edward whispers, as he fucks my cheeks.

"S-So good. Please put it in now." I know it is going to hurt, and I don't want to agonize about it, opting just to get the painful part over with.

"What do you want me to do?" He says, sitting up and spanking me with his engorged cock.

I growl. "I want you to fuck me darlin'."

I groan, as I feel the head of his dick enter me. That doesn't hurt so much, but he starts to push in further, and yep, there's the pressure. My breath is raspy, and as he continues to bury himself inside of me, the heaviness becomes too much for me to hold in any longer, and I whimper. Edward stops instantaneously. "It's okay Jas, I am almost there," he consoles.

I can't speak, but I reach back, and grasp his thigh, rubbing it a few times, telling him without words that it is all good.

He forges ahead, rubbing my back in soothing circles, until he is fully seated inside of me. As I expand to accommodate him, I relax beneath him. He lays himself over my back again. "Jas…" His forehead drops to my shoulder, taking in several gulping breaths. "You feel so fantastic. I…I…"

I twist myself around to put my scalding mouth against his. Our tongues strain to give and receive, in our awkward position.

He pulls away. "Tell me what feels good, okay?" He begins thrusting in all directions, but stops when I cry out. "Right there, baby…right fucking there." He answers for me. He pushes against my prostate again; my vision escapes me, and is replaced with a kaleidoscope of patterns and colors.

"Oh fuck…" I groan. I blindly reach for my throbbing cock. I spread the dampness that had accumulated on my head around the base of my dick, and then I start jacking in earnest. I rock my hips back and forth against him. I can hear moaning, and the slapping of skin…and my insides roll. On the top of one long, ragged breath, I moan a litany of expletives and prayers, which cause his hands to grip tighter on my ass, and his motions to gain velocity.

Sweat pours down from my face, as a blistering heat ransacks my body. The one arm that I hold myself up with is quaking, and about to give way. My hand is pumping like a madman on my cock, as I try to keep pace with Edward.

My stomach clenches, sparks of sensations begin in the pit of stomach and spiral outward, inducing a heart stopping, tumultuous climax. There is no time for a warning, and I couldn't have given one, even if there had been time. My release shudders through me, sending tremors throughout my body. Edward cries out above me, jerking with his own spasms of ecstasy.

Still trembling, I collapse on the bed. His shrinking cock falls out on my way down, and he rips the condom off, throwing it into the waste bin next to the bed. I turn over on my back, and we share a few chaste kisses before he lies tiredly along my chest.

"Is there anything you can't do perfectly?" I question.

He just laughs lightly, but then he looks up at me, completely serious. "I don't ask to do that Jas. I have never asked anyone to do that. The only reason I have done it in the past is because they had done the asking."

"Well, it felt amazing. You are a natural."

"Jas…" He starts out nervously, which always makes me anxious, as well. "I don't expect us to be exclusive during our separation, but maybe we could both avoid doing what we just did until we figure what this is three months from now."

Stupidly, it hurt that he isn't asking for us to remain faithful to each other, but it is a fool's wish. Impossible, for what he has plans for. But I don't hesitate to agree to his suggestion; because even after that experience, there is still no one else I will want do that with. I tip his chin higher, when his eyes had fallen to my chest.

"I think that is a great idea darlin'."

XXXXX

We try to keep breakfast light, but the tension is lying just underneath the surface of our placid smiles, and meaningless conversation. We speak, but hardly talk. We listen, but don't hear a thing at all.

After the farce is over, Tanya and Felix stand in the large reception area of the hotel; Tanya supplies us with well wishes and hugs, while Felix issues a friendly handshake. "Is this it Jas?" Tanya asks, as she hugs me.

"Yep." I say half-heartedly, but trying to sound happy about it. I mean, I am happy. It's just hard, when you are changing all you have ever known for your whole adult life. I had no idea what I am planning to do with the rest of my life, which inspires even more trepidation, but I know I am doing the right thing for me. "But stay in touch, okay?"

She smiles, and nods, with tears in her eyes.

I look at Edward who is waiting for me solemnly. I don't hesitate to grab his hand, and squeeze it lightly in reassurance, and comfort, but the pain is gnawing away at my insides, which I know will soon infect my façade, and be visible to everyone around me. I just want to find a corner by myself to lick my wounds.

"Edward…" I beseech, almost desperately, and the look in his eyes makes the ache intensify. I drag him into a secluded corner, as we wait for the van to take us to the airport. "Can…Can we just say goodbye here…now….and not at the airport." I remember, all too well, the last time I left him at the airport and I didn't want a repeat.

He looks at me in horror. "Noooo Jas…" he pleads. "Nooo…that is like three more hours before we take off. Noooo."

"Okay, okay…just promise me something then."

He shakes his head, waiting.

"No tears," I say simply.

He stares…for a long time. "Okay. No tears."

And we didn't…we hung onto each other for dear life in the van on the way to the airport. We didn't do a lot of talking, but we did a lot of staring, a lot of kissing and subtle touches, like a brushing of a hand over arms and necks.

When we got to the airport we hugged for a good five minutes, and only then, did we reluctantly separate. He punched in all of his personal info into my phone, and I did the same. And then keeping to his promise, we said our goodbyes with dry eyes.

I had barely gotten off the plane when my phone buzzes.

It's a text from Edward. "I made it home. How bout u?"

"I just landed. :)"

"Call u later?"

"Please."

XXXXX

"Hey you. How are ya?" I say cheerily into the phone, when I see Edward's number on the display. It has been two weeks since we had last saw each other, and I looked forward to the few times a week when we talked.

"Great Jas. How are you?" His tone sounds off, but I ignore it, because it is probably just my overactive imagination.

"Good. I was just getting ready to watch some football." I am a big Longhorn fan, and we are playing the Cornhuskers in a serious conference showdown.

"Yeah. That sounds fun." He still sounds forlorn to me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah…"

I wait because it seems he has more to say, so I keep silent.

All I can hear was a faint buzz of the line, and I know something is up. Edward is definitely a chatterbox. For him to go this long without saying something is scary.

"What's wrong darlin'? Talk to me."

"I…I… Twinkdom wants me to do a video for their website next week," he blurts out.

The knife is cruelly accurate, targeting the sensitive organ under my breastbone.

"Oh yeah? Who with?" I try not to sound jealous. I try to sound happy for him.

I hate how I feel.

"Jared Jenks." I haven't heard of the guy. Fuck. This is hard.

What the hell do I say?

"Have a great time getting your brains fucked by a guy named Jenks. I'll be sitting home, crying for the next three months." Somehow doesn't sound appropriate.

"Oh. Haven't heard of him," I mutter instead.

"I think he is new, too," he says quietly.

"Oh."

Is that all I can fucking manage? C'mon man…come up with something that will not make you sound like a hopeless, pathetic piece of shit.

You are bringing him down. Suck it up…for him.

I muster up all my strength to lie convincingly. "I bet you are really excited. Wow, that's great. I knew you were going to be a hit." I say with false happiness. Kill me now. I just want this conversation to be over already. I knew this was coming, I just thought I was more prepared.

"Can I call you afterward? Y'know to tell you about it?"

Why?

Why the fuck would he want to do that to me?

Because he's nervous, asshole. Cause you were his mentor, you selfish prick.

"Yeah…umm, if you need to." I hope he hears the hesitance in my voice, so that he will only call me if there is a problem, and not just to tell me what a great time he had.

"Thanks," he whispers, relieved. "I miss you already." His voice barely audible through the receiver by the time he finishes his short confession.

"Miss you too, darlin'." I say thickly.

We usually talk for an hour or so each time we call, but I just can't find it in me to keep up pretenses right now, so that is how the call ends.

XXXXX

The football game is doing nothing for me. My body fidgets with agitation. I pace my living room like a caged animal, looking for an outlet from the distressing thoughts consuming me.

Edward kissing a guy named Jenks.

Edward touching a guy named Jenks.

Edward rolling around naked with a douche named Jenks.

I quickly realize - I need a distraction.

I check my email, but that is a mistake because there is another email from Rosalie. I pull my hands through my hair, and scrub my face with my hands in acute frustration.

What the fuck does she want now?

She disowned me, along with my parent's, years ago, but the last couple of months she has been emailing me every other week. I read her first couple of emails, just in case something had happened to her or my parent's, but Charlie and Renee are fine. Her emails were just light hearted attempts at friendliness, like I was some sort of best friend that had just simply moved away, and she just wanted to keep contact.

Except I am not her best friend – I am her fucking twin.

We had been so fucking close. What the hell happened to us? Stupid question. I became a disgusting faggot – that's what happened.

Instead of reading her email, and not responding, like I normally do, I just delete it right away. If she continues to spam me than I am just going to have to get a new email address and move on from the one that I opened when I had only been a freshman in high school.

Still looking for an activity that will take my mind off of the issues plaguing me, I comb the house for any maintenance or repair that needs to be done.

Once I replaced the two burned out light bulbs in the laundry room, rearranged the pantry, and fixed the track on the closet door in my bedroom, I collapsed on the sofa in aggravation because my mind is still reeling from with thoughts of Edward, the message from Rosalie, and a guy named Jared fucking Jenks.

It takes all of my restraint to not get on the internet and hunt down the fucker. I know it is only a matter of time until I lose the battle on that one, but I am nowhere near ready to look at him today.

I absently glanced outside and my eyes light up as I survey my small front yard. It has been hotter than hell outside, and that is why my yard work had gone slack, but today, I don't give a shit.

XXXXX

Let's make this complicated
Thinking is overrated
We're busting out
Of this shitty little town

Green grass and colored lenses
Tear down these picket fences
Burn in our beds
While the city lies sleeping...

I hum to the tune of Offspring's Nothingtown, as it blares through the portable radio on the porch. I stop to wipe the sweat pouring down my body, and down a bottled water.

I came out here on a mission. I have pulled weeds, trimmed back bushes, raked the grass, and edged. The lighthouse shaped thermometer that dangles from the porch rail shows that it is ninety-one degrees, which is an abnormally hot day for the first week in November. My shirt had been discarded long ago, as I had worked steadfast, in the sweltering heat.

I take a quick break. I pull out the water hose and spray the icy water along my chest and stomach. I bend at the waist to soak my neck and hair. I flip my hair back, and feel a jolt when I am met with most gorgeous pair of azure eyes.

"I am so sorry,"I say, as he swipes at the beads of wetness on his skin and t-shirt.

He chuckles. His laugh is throaty and thick, but his smirk is light and friendly. "That's alright. It felt good."

I can't mistake the journey his beautiful eyes make down my damp chest. I can still fell rivulets of water slide down my neck and abs. The top of my low cut jeans are soaked, and probably hanging lower than propriety allows. His tongue darts across his full top lip nervously, and his eyes jump back up to mine, guiltily.

He is so checking me out.

I can't help but form my own smirk, noticing his body for the first time. He stands about 6'2"; he has light brown, shoulder length hair that gleams and flows freely, with the light late afternoon breeze, indicating that it's probably as soft and healthy as it looks. He appears to be slim in his dark green t-shirt, and dark jeans that fit him perfectly. He has a small tattoo on the inside of his forearm, and I wonder if that is his only one. I look up at a smile, full of perfectly straight, white teeth. His lazuline eyes are surrounded by long thick black lashes.

Now this is a distraction.

"I…I just came over to introduce myself. I just moved in two doors down and…well, I just wanted to say hi." He finishes lamely, his hands rub along the side of his thighs, up and down, in a nervous action.

"Well, I'm Jasper." I hold out my hand, because I just have to touch this guy.

"Hi…I'm Garrett." He hesitates for a brief second, and then clasps my hand in a solid grip.

Very nice.

I start thinking of the many things he can grip on my body, and unwillingly, an image of the last time Edward and I were together floats through my mind. Edward was gripping my sides, in an effort to control his movements while he drove into my ass.

Fuck.

I am not going to do this.

He is doing his thing, and I have to do mine. I can't put my life on hold, while he goes about his business. He was the one to suggest that we don't remain exclusive. In fact, I am one hundred and ten percent sure that he isn't going to be, and if we can't come up with an arrangement that suits the both of us than we don't have a future. I don't want to depend on Edward and I coming up with a compromise, when after three months, he could easily say that he can live without me.

"So very nice to meet you Garrett." I offer him a slow sensual smile.

He translates it appropriately. His smile deepens. "Can I give you a hand here?"

I take only a second to think about it, because I know what will happen if I think about it any longer. In only the matter of a second it already seems like a thousand questions flit through my mind.

I tamp them down stubbornly. "Only if you stay for dinner afterward."

I think he growls a little bit. "Well, come on then Jasper." He removes his t-shirt in one fell swoop, revealing a sculpted, tanned chest and abdomen. "Let's get to work."

He bends low to grab one of the trash bags off of the ground, and his nicely shaped ass is in the air. His jeans drop an inch displaying a pair of gray and yellow stripped Calvin Klein's.

This time it is me that has to suppress a growl. And when only moments ago my mind had been filled with thousands of questions, at this moment my brain could only focus one…

Are those boxers or briefs?

AN: So, what do you think? Was it selfish of Edward to want to call Jasper after his first shoot? Do you think that Jasper should have a little of fun while Edward is exploring porn without him? And most importantly, are those sexy boy panties Garrett (who is NOT the person in the pic I posted on my profile - that's Peter and he comes later)is wearing boxers or briefs?

This story will have some twists and turns, so I hope you guys will just hang in there.

Thanks everyone! I really appreciate you taking the time to read. Please review if possible.