Cowboys and Coffee

By: JazzyFay

Prompts: glasses, DILF, overhead projector

Beta: MsKathy

Pairing: J/E

Rating: M

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Twirl. Lower. Adjust. Twirl. Lower. Adjust. Repeat.

I was rapidly nearing my breaking point. If he didn't stop soon, I swore I would lung across the lab table that separated us and… And what, Whitlock? Punch him? Kiss him? Lick him and drag him onto the table top to have my way with him?

I shifted uncomfortably on the hard plastic lab stool, and the rhythmic movements from across the table paused. Green eyes met my own from behind a set of black geek-chic plastic frames, before darting back to the notebook in front of him. A crooked smirk tugged at his lips as the cycle resumed. Twirl. Lower. Adjust. The smirk remained. As usual, my lab partner, Edward Cullen, seemed to know exactly what I was thinking—never mind that I had yet to speak a single word to him that didn't directly pertain to ZOO 2203, invertebrate zoology. It was disturbing, to say the least.

Another pass was made, the mechanical pencil raised as Edward twirled it between his long fingers. Lowering his hand, he brushed the frames of his glasses, adjusting their tilt on his perfectly proportioned nose. Satisfied, the pencil was once again lifted.

I groaned.

The smirk deepened.

An eternity later, the overhead projector was switched off, the classroom lights were turned on, and we were free to pack up our notes and flee. The torture was over.

In front of me, Edward slammed his notebook shut, shoved it into his undoubtedly expensive leather messenger bag, and was standing before I even managed to pick my old Jansport up off the floor and sling it onto the table. Yet, instead of bolting for the door like he usually did, he stayed by the table, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot while I finished packing up. Well, this is new. I could all but feel the anxiety rolling off of him.

"Yes?" I asked as I finally rose from my seat, tossing my backpack over one shoulder.

He moved around the table until he was standing directly in front of me. It took all my will power to resist inhaling any deeper than usual to fill my lungs with his scent: an odd assortment of coffee, evergreens, rain, and cinnamon that had driven me insane since the first day he sat down at my lab table. Belatedly, I realized that he had started talking and mentally shook myself back to attention.

"…if you'd like to join me." Join you? Yes and please. Wait…

"What?" I asked, like a dumbass. Suave, Jasper—Way to impress.

The smirk was back—I wasn't really sure when it had left, but it was definitely back, and his green eyes were sparkling with repressed laughter.

"Would you," he paused to point at my chest, "like to go," his fingers—God, his fingers! – mimicked walking, "with me," he pointed to his own chest, "to get some coffee?" He finished with a quick pantomime of drinking, and then leveled me with a pointed stare over the tops of his glasses.

"Uh, yes? Please?" Dear God, did I actually just squeak? I did. Thankfully, Edward didn't seem put off. Instead, his smirk morphed into a smile that could only be described as "dazzling."

"Wonderful." With a nod and a wink, he turned and led the way out of the classroom and toward the nearest Starbucks.

The walk was a short one, taking no more than five minutes, and the silence we shared during it had been comfortable rather than awkward, much to my relief. Once our drinks were ordered and we were settled into chairs, our conversation began to flow. Edward, it turned out, was much more observant that I had given him credit for being. He was very aware of the appreciative glances he was receiving from the majority of the students, both male and female, though he didn't seem interested in it. He was also familiar with the current campus gossip concerning him. Or rather, his family. I nearly choked when he caught me admiring the leather wrist cuff he wore on his left arm.

"Cullen crest," he said, tracing the raised metal emblem in the center of the black leather band. "It was a present from doctor DILF for my first birthday with him, when I was sixteen." He smiled ruefully.

"Doctor…?" I stammered, once my airways were cleared.

"DILF…" he responded. "As in Dad I'd Like to...Actually, I wouldn't, personally. But I happen to know that most of his patients have a different opinion. Probably the most popular gyno U Dub's ever had in the school infirmary's history." He took another sip of his pumpkin spice latte and lifted his eyes to meet mine. "Myself, I prefer someone a bit…younger." He trailed off and licked a spot of foam off his bottom lip.

When had my pants become so tight? I shifted and tried to discretely rearrange myself into a more comfortable position.

"And I've always been a sucker for an accent…" He finished with a rather poor imitation of my own Texas drawl and raised an eyebrow at me. Well, damn now. That I can work with.

"Is that so, darlin'?" I matched his smirk with one of my own and leaned forward until our forearms brushed. "Just so happens, I've always been a sucker for a man in glasses."

His fingers flexed and trailed down my own as he stood. Wait! What'd I do?! Did I misread him? "Excuse me, I think I'm going to hit the restroom for a moment." Oh, thank God! "But I do think we should continue this conversation," he added, leaning down so that his breath tickled my ear and his scent filled my senses. By the time I cleared my head, he was halfway across the room. As he reached the bathroom door, he turned back to me and grinned, before slipping into the single occupancy room.

I was up and out of my chair before the door had fully closed behind him. Thirty seconds later, I was reaching for the door handle, only to find it open for me. The next instant, a hand tugged me by the buckle of my belt and I was pulled inside the small, dimly lit room and slammed up against the now closed door.

My lips met his in a heated kiss and my one of my hands instinctively rose to tangle in his brownish hair that seemed to shine like bronze in the soft light, while the other curled around his waist and pulled his body flush against my own.

He groaned into my mouth as I ground my hips against his, my hand drifting lower to grab his firm ass through the back pocket of his worn jeans. I couldn't stop the growl that rose from my chest as I pushed him back until he leaned up against the sink. His hands fisted into the soft fabric of my t-shirt. I broke our kiss to tug the offensive garment over my head, discarding it on the floor as he followed suit. Immediately, his mouth, hot and moist, was on my neck. His hips were rocking insistently against mine, pressing my cock against his through the layers of heavy fabric that still separated us. I whimpered as he bit down, hard enough to leave a mark, then lapped gently at the wounded area.

Suddenly, he pulled away, and I was left gasping as he dropped to his knees in front of me. He winked as he reached for the button on my jeans and quickly pulled both them and my boxers down past my knees. Smirking up at me, he leaned forward until he was head-to-head with my cock, then delicately licked the head with just the tip of his soft, pink tongue. I grasped his silky hair, silently encouraging him to continue. He did not disappoint as his tongue snaked out again, this time to twist its way down my length before slowly working its way back up. My fingers tightened as he opened his mouth and sucked in my head, hollowing his cheeks to create a delicious vacuum as he slid his lips down to my base, then back to my head. He released me with an audible pop and watched as a bead of pearlescent pre-cum formed at my tip. Again, he leaned forward and licked it off without breaking eye contact.

Groaning, I tugged on his hair. He complied at once, grazing my body as he rose fully to stand and quickly pulled a small bottle and a foil-wrapped square from his pocket before removing his own jeans and briefs. I latched my lips onto his mouth, tasting myself on him.

He broke away from me, and my lips shifted to his chiseled jaw.

"Bottom or top?" he asked, his voice husky with want as his fingers began to play with my nipples.

I pulled my lips away from him and grinned. "Always considered myself to be something of a cowboy," I answered. I then sighed and arched into his touch as he pinched my nipples gently, watching as they pebbled under his touch.

His answering groan shot straight to my straining shaft and I urged him to turn and face the sink, forcing his body to bend with my own as I placed his hands on either side of the basin. I paused to kiss the back of his neck, then reached for the bottle of lube he had set out.

"Always prepared?" I asked, as I coated my fingers with the slick gel. He nodded quickly, and pushed his hips toward me.

"Always optimistic," he mumbled.

I chuckled as I slid one finger down the curve of his ass to gently message the band of muscles that guarded his entrance. Beneath me, Edward's hips bucked as I added a second finger, sliding them in and out while I reached around to grasp his cock. He moaned as I began to pump him in my fist in time with my fingers' movements.

"Ready?" I murmured against the salty skin of his back.

"Yes," he panted, bucking against me even harder as my fingers found his prostrate and stroked. "God, yes…"

"Good," I responded. Removing my fingers, I reached for the condom, tore open the package and rolled it on, then coated myself with more lube.

I pressed myself into his welcoming body and nearly fell to pieces. "Edward…God…so…" I struggled to find words as I slowly withdrew, then gave up in favor of rocking forward again. His hips shifted back to meet me, and his head dropped to rest against the porcelain beneath him.

Our pace rapidly increased as we became lost in the sensations we were creating in each other. I knew he was close, his movements were becoming as jerky as mine.

"Fuck. Jasper…yes," Edward breathed as I met his thrusts. The sound of my name falling from his lips made my cock twitch inside of him and pulled a feral growl from my throat.

"Edward. Edward…" His name was becoming my mantra as I buried myself within him.

"Come, baby," he gasped. "God, come in me." His words became holy orders and I had no choice but to obey as my body tensed within him and my world blackened around the edges. Beneath me, I could feel Edward freeze, then thrust frantically as he tightened down on my length and my orgasm overtook me.

Eventually, the euphoria subsided and I regained enough control over my body to slide out of him and discard the condom. Edward quickly turned on the faucet and rinsed the evidence of his pleasure down the drain. When he had finish, I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my chin against his shoulder. Our eyes locked in the mirror, and we both grinned.

"So I guess it was good for you too, darlin'?" I whispered in his ear.

"Hmm…Good might be an understatement," he answered with the crooked smirk I loved.

"Might? We'll have to work on that," I said as I picked up our clothes.

We dressed in silence, then took one final look around the bathroom. Aside from the spent condom in the trash can, there was no evidence of our activities.

Satisfied, I unlocked the door and held it open for Edward. Grinning, he walked past me and back to our table where he began packing up our belongings.

"So, Edward…" I began, as I took my book bag from his outstretched hand. "Invertebrate zoo's kickin' my ass. Wanna tutor me?"

He studied me for a moment before answering. "Can't have that, now can we Jasper?" He turned on his heel and strode toward the door, then paused to look back at me. "Your place or mine?"