**THIS IS A SLASH STORY.**
JASPER & EDWARD, SO IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT...SIMPLE, PLEASE DON'T READ.
*Warning – Language, sexual content*
~*Chapter Two*~
We left my hotel room, making small talk as we headed to the elevator. I had been to Jasper's wedding a few years ago, and him to mine, but it had been eight years since we had been alone, just the two of us. That last night back in University was a night I had never forgotten, and even though neither one of us had ever brought it up, I knew it was something that we would need to talk about eventually. I wondered if this would be the night, or if we would continue as if it never happened like we had for the last eight years.
Eight years...it was a long time, and so much had changed. I was excited to hear what he had been up to, and nervous as all hell if he would bring up the last night I was in Chicago. I had doubted he would, we had both moved on and had our own lives, so I wasn't expecting anything, but even still, the pit in my stomach was weighing heavily as we waited for the elevator to take us down to the bar.
I stared at the wedding ring on my finger, and casually played with it twirling it around as I tried to think of something to say to him about my marriage, my wife, my children…my life, but nothing was coming to mind. It was as if my mind refused to taint this moment with my miseries, and I let out a big breath as the elevator doors opened and I stepped inside.
He walked in behind me and I think he noticed my apprehension as he pushed the button for the Lobby. We rode in silence for a little bit before he turned to me.
"Relax, Cullen," he said warmly trying to calm my nerves, and I had hoped he didn't know the reason for my unease. "Trust me…" he said smiling, "they're all the same." I returned his smile, grateful for his ability to pick up on my moods.
"We all are," he added quietly, just as the doors opened to the lobby and there they all were, all six of them waiting for us as they shouted greetings filled with obscenities.
~*~ Eight Years Ago ~*~
We had just finished our last exam, for our last class, for our last year of University. It was invigorating and scary all at once. This was the end of an era for us. We'd all be moving on to something bigger and hopefully better. Well I definitely was. I was the only one out of our group that was leaving Chicago. I had been accepted into an internship program at one of the most prestigious financial investment firms on the East Coast, and I was leaving tomorrow. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I was eager to begin my new life, but terrified to leave the comfort of Chicago and leave behind the friendships I had made over the last four years.
We didn't belong to a fraternity, but it was a fraternity of sorts. There were eight of us and we all met in our first year, four rooms all of us sharing one floor. It was extremely rare that eight freshmen were assigned to one floor, and to have so much in common and actually got along was unheard of. We had remained friends over the duration of school and even applied for the same housing for the next two years. My roommate for the entire four years was, one, Mr. Jasper Whitlock, a typical smart-ass with a laid back disposition. We got along famously since the first moment he kicked open the door to our room with his weather-beaten cowboy boots, carrying a guitar case and a large, old, battered steamer trunk.
"Thank fuck that's over!" Jasper hollered in my ear as we left the lecture hall. He clapped me on the shoulder jumping on my back a little as we walked down the steps.
"How'd you do?" I asked, wondering if he thought it was as hard as I did.
"Who cares? It's over. Stop dwelling, Cullen, nothing you can do about it now." He shoved my head laughing at my predictability, but then stopped in his tracks while I turned and looked at him curiously.
"What?" I asked.
He smiled a little and let out the most deafening scream, almost like he was howling at the moon, except it was mid-afternoon and we were surrounded by students walking to and from their exams.
I rolled my eyes, not too concerned by his behavior. Jasper wasn't exactly reserved, he liked to think he was low key and didn't draw attention to himself, and for the most part he was, but every once in awhile his extroverted tendencies broke through his quiet reserve.
"You're insane, you realize that, right?" I said, turning to continue walking to get away from his antics.
"God! That felt good. You should try it," he ran to catch up to me, "you know…it might do you some good. Loosen you up a bit." He grabbed my shoulders giving them a bit of a massage. "Where are we headed tonight?"
I took a deep breath enjoying his hands on my shoulders. They worked out the kinks in my muscles from hunching over the wooden desk I'd been sitting at for the last three hours. It felt so good that I let out an involuntary moan without even thinking. I felt his hands stiffen as he cleared his throat, immediately dropping his hands. The flames of embarrassment burned their way up from my stomach to my cheeks, appalled by my body's inability to control itself.
"Um…well, we have two options," I quickly said, trying to change the subject. "Some people are heading to the bar, and some are heading to that house on Langley for the barbeque. What do you want to do?"
He stood still for a moment, staring at the blue sky, his fingers interlocked resting behind his head as he analyzed both options.
"I say we head to the barbeque, get some free food, then head to the bar," he said smirking. "Best of both."
That was Jasper, always honest and direct and always looking for the best opportunities. I could never fault him though, he never made rash decisions, and carefully thought out everything, and rarely led us astray.
"Sounds good, I'll let everyone know," I said, reaching into my messenger bag for my phone.
"Alright then! Let's get drunk!" he hollered as we continued walking back to the apartment we shared near campus.
True to his word, Jasper was adamant we spend our last night getting drunk and possibly getting laid. Neither of us had had a steady girlfriend during our time at school. We just never found someone that we gave a damn enough about to continue something long term. Our friendships were too important and most of the girls we met couldn't handle that. They usually wanted to control us and couldn't understand that the eight of us were so tight and preferred each other's company probably more than we should have. But as long as we got our dicks wet whenever we needed to, there really wasn't any point to a relationship.
Jasper and I had been roommates for all four years, the last two we spent in the same two bedroom apartment close to campus and usually everyone congregated there after a big night out. We got home from our exams, and I finished packing while Jasper played his guitar. He would be staying on in this apartment for a little bit longer, at least until he found a permanent job and decided where he wanted to live. Neither of us spoke of my impending departure, instead, choosing to drink the cold beer in the fridge before it was time to head out to the barbeque.
I could tell something was bothering him from the chords he was playing on his guitar. I knew him better than he knew himself, and vice versa. I didn't recognize the song he was playing, so I figured it was something new, probably coming off the top of his head. It was slow and sad if that was even possible, and it was depressing the hell out of me.
"Dude…what the fuck are you playing? This is our last night, put the stereo on 'cause that shit is miserable." I had walked into his room and I held a few t-shirts in my hand, trying to fold them against my chest. He was staring at the floor, his brows were furrowed in concentration, and I could tell by the set of his shoulders that what I'd said had pissed him off.
"Sorry, it's just…tonight's our last night and I—"
"I know…you're right." He ran his hand through his hair and took a swig of his beer. "Sorry," he whispered as he leaned over for the remote to the stereo pressing the power button and instantly the room was drowned out with some John Lee Hooker.
I stood in his doorway for a few seconds watching him while he stood up turning his back to me and walked over to the window at the far side of his room. His hands were in his pockets, and again, his shoulders were tense. I opened my mouth to say something, but immediately closed it. I knew that stance of his, he didn't want to talk about it, and I sure as shit wasn't going to press him on it, because there was nothing to be said. Jasper was a moody fuck, and I just needed to give him a few minutes to himself and then sooner or later he would be hollering down the hallway at me about breaking open the premium bottle of Tequila he'd been saving up for this night.
I managed to finish up the last of my packing, organizing what I was shipping and what I was taking on the plane with me into two different piles. I dropped that last box in the "to be shipped" pile, and sure enough, Jasper was standing in the doorway with the bottle of Tequila resting between his fingers.
He waved it back and forth, silently inviting me to have a drink. I chuckled at him and how much we really did know each other. Shaking my head while I walked toward him, I grabbed the bottle from him and took a sip as I clapped him on the shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up," he said while laughing.
"Aaah." I winced and coughed a little as it burned my throat and my eyes started to water.
"Yah, pussy! This is the good stuff," he mocked me. "You going to be able to handle this tonight?" he said with a wry smile.
"Fuck you! We'll see who's standing at the end of the night," I said as I took another chug from the bottle. This one went down a lot smoother but he continued to laugh at me while I handed the bottle back to him.
He stared at me, his eyes narrowing. "To tonight," he said raising the bottle, taking a sip while his eyes never broke their gaze from mine. He licked his lips, and for the life of me I couldn't understand why I had noticed that.
We left for the barbeque soon after, with plans to meet the rest of the guys there. It was a fairly typical evening, food, booze, music and drunk chicks. We had every intention of heading to the bar after a few hours, but the night kind of got away from us. The Tequila was working its magic and before we knew it, Jasper and I were FUBAR'd along with everyone else at the party.
I had spent the majority of the night playing poker in the corner of the back yard under the patio lanterns and some twinkling lights, while Jasper was somewhere inside playing guitar. The other guys were scattered about, trying to get some pussy where they could—a kind of last hurrah to their final year. I had managed to clean up at poker, winning about $300, which would come in handy at the bar if we ever made it there. I collected my winnings, opting out of the next hand which was conveniently switching to strip poker as a busty blonde sat down. She pouted her lips while I stood up, sticking her tits out, and pleading with me to stay. This chick had always scared me a little, she had been trying to get at my dick for four years, and even as drunk as I was, I wasn't going there. My sophomore year I had learned the hard way, that even my dick had limits, besides, tonight wasn't even close to wrapping up and I didn't want to waste it with that diseased whore.
I graciously declined her offer and left the table heading back to the house in search of Jasper, hoping he was ready to head to the bar. I was sure he'd be ready to leave, as would the other guys. The alcohol was dwindling, the keg was on its last legs, and we would definitely need some more alcohol to achieve the desired level of drunkenness we had planned for this evening. I had a quick look around the yard and happened to notice most of the guys were buried deep in tits of all sorts. They worked fast, I thought to myself. Maybe they won't want to leave. I wasn't sure if I was a little pissed off, or jealous. I knew I could be in the same predicament if I wanted to. There were a pair of double D's behind me that would be glad to let me bury my nose into them, but tonight wasn't about that, at least not yet anyway. I figured I would grab Jasper, and then the rest of them could follow us, or stay, I'd leave it up to them.
Walking up the back porch stairs, I could hear the guitars playing in the house, and followed the sound knowing I would find him there. My eyes did a quick sweep of the room and didn't notice him there. I was greeted by a few shouts of "Edward" while I walked through the room, and I waved in return, trying to focus and get my bearings.
A little brunette, wearing next to nothing, stopped me and snaked her finger down my chest. "Hey, Edward," she purred.
"Heeeey…" I said, trying to cover the fact that I had forgotten her name. I knew she was a "Delta something" or whatever, but I think that was the extent of my knowledge of her.
"This is your last night isn't it?"
I managed to grab her fingers before they hit my belt. "Ah…yeah," I said a little uneasily. I was having trouble focusing and standing upright while looking down at her face.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go upstairs…you know…and…talk." She emphasized the word talk while she smiled, licking her lips.
"Um…yeah…sure. I just need to find Jasper first." I knew what she was implying, and I wasn't exactly adverse to it, if I remembered correctly, I think she was a gymnast, which could prove to be interesting later tonight, but I had plans first. If anything, I could drag her to the bar with us, save my options in the event something better didn't come along.
She grabbed my arm, giggling while she bit her finger. God, I hated it when chicks did that shit. Was that supposed to be sexy? I did my best to control myself from rolling my eyes as I responded to her.
"Give me a minute to find out what's happening and I'll be right back. Alright?" I winked at her, sealing the deal for the night.
"Promise?" she pouted.
"Promise," I said leaning in to whisper in her ear, while I placed my hand on her waist. Works every fucking time, I thought to myself as I watched her swoon a little.
I asked around if anyone had seen Jasper, and a few people said they had seen him heading to the basement, which I promptly headed toward knowing he'd be ready to go. I had $300 in my pocket and if I wasn't shitfaced enough by the end of the night, I had a backup fuck as I nice farewell to Chicago.
I walked down the stairs, careful not to hit my head on the low ceiling beam, and turned the corner to see Jasper pressing some chick up against the washing machine. Her leg was raised up around his waist, and her short little skirt was giving him full access to her sweet spot. He was driving his fingers into her smooth bare cunt while he grunted in pleasure as she moaned in ecstasy. I stopped short, watching them continue without them even knowing I was there. He stuck his tongue down her throat as she said his name and I felt a twinge of something at hearing her call his name. I didn't know what it was but all I thought was who the hell was this bitch? I couldn't believe the feelings that were surfacing. I had seen Jasper take countless chicks home, and I had been privy to their sessions having our bedrooms share a wall. None of them had bothered me like this had. Perhaps it was because it was my last night, or maybe it was that I'd turned down two fucks because I knew the night wasn't over, consciously aware of Jasper and here he was fucking some skank completely forgetting about me. Whatever it was, I needed to get a grip, and I desperately needed another drink. I quietly turned, not wanting them to see me, and headed for the stairs when the gymnast at the top of the stairs saw me, and yelled down to me.
"Edward! There you are!" she said loudly and I cringed knowing that Jasper and his bimbo would have heard and would be staring at my hunched over shoulders right at this moment. The gymnast, in her tiny little outfit, had started to walk down the stairs.
"You said you were coming back. I was lonely," she whined. I had yet to turn around and look at my best friend. On any other occasion, I probably would have hollered and ridiculed him, and I didn't know why it was different this time. We would have laughed about it and he would have told me to get the fuck out and I would have made fun of him for the rest of the night. But something in the air was different this time…I could feel it.
The perky pre-pubescent had finally reached the last step and having seen Jasper and the strawberry blonde skank, she exclaimed with a loud, "Oh!" as she flushed taking in the spectacle. She stood shocked for a moment, not sure of what to do, and then a large shit-eating grin broke out on her face.
"Oh," she said with a little more enthusiasm. "This is what you've been up to." She winked as she placed her arms around my shoulders. "Why didn't you come get me?" She pushed me backward as she stepped off the last step, leading me over toward the freezer that was next to the washer and dryer. I didn't want to look anywhere else, so I continued to look at her face while she swung us around, hopped up on the freezer, and wrapped her tight little legs around my waist. I couldn't help myself any longer and, as 'Mary-Lou Retton,' or so I'd come to calling her in my head, leaned in and started kissing my neck, I snuck a peek to my right at Jasper. His head was resting up against the skank's chest, his fingers still buried deep in her pussy but he was staring at me with such an intensity I had to look away.
This was a new experience for us, we had never done something like this and I was a little uncomfortable with it, but as I heard the skank moan again, sure that Jasper had moved his fingers, I didn't care. I dove into Mary-Lou, pressing my cock up against her jean shorts while I ripped off her bikini top sucking on her barely there tits. She reached for my belt and quickly undid it, pushing my pants and boxers to the ground. My knees banged up against the freezer and I pulled her closer to me, almost lifting her completely off the top of it trying to get her closer. She grabbed hold of my dick, a little too roughly, causing me to cry out, and I hissed as her fingernails dragged down the length of it.
I stole another glance to my right, and Jasper had removed his pants and had the skank on her knees sucking his cock. His hands rested on her head as he guided her speed, pumping his hips toward her mouth. The thing was, he wasn't staring at her, he was still staring at me. With every thrust he jutted his chin out, biting his lip while his eyes were focused on my face. I stopped trying to remove Mary-Lou's pants for a second, a little unnerved by it all, I wasn't sure if I could go through with this, but as she squeezed my balls a little too hard, I was snapped backed, focusing on her pants. She was already wet, thank God,and I plunged my finger in her neat, little, trimmed pussy. She threw her head back and yelled for more which I complied, and looked back at Jasper.
He was still staring, but this time he was staring at my cock and Mary-Lou's tight little hands as she pumped me up and down. His tongue slipped out from his lips, and for the second time tonight I noticed it, but this time, I felt my cock grow harder at this revelation. I continued my ministrations on Mary-Lou, grateful she was a gymnast, because there was no way a normal girl could do what she was doing with her hands, while I was doing what I was doing with mine.
She was cursing my name as I picked up my speed, placing my thumb at the spot I knew would drive her over the edge. I didn't think Jasper could last much longer at the pace he was going at, and in that brief moment I wondered if the skank was enjoying herself. I couldn't see her face, but her moans were either craftily contrived, or she seemed to be getting some pleasure from Jasper fucking her mouth, and then I wondered if she'd swallow, which caused that pit in my stomach to flare up again. I shook my head, as Jasper's grin played out on his lips. It was like he could read my mind, which was ridiculous, but here I was getting off, painfully I might add, but nonetheless getting off, and I was thinking about him, and he knew it.
I was broken from my thoughts by the screams of Mary-fucking-Lou coming around my fingers. She yelled my name falling in a heap on the freezer. Breathing heavily, she giggled as her high-pitched annoying voice was telling me that I was fucking amazing, and she continued to stroke my cock that had been temporarily forgotten in the process. She picked up her pace again, gripping a little too hard again, and her other tiny hand cupped my balls squeezing a little too enthusiastically…again. I cried out, bracing my hands on the freezer, and I heard Jasper chuckle at my pain. I snapped my head around to glare at him, and I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but something prevented me as soon as I saw his face. I had expected it to be smug, but instead it was almost…heartbreaking… for lack of a better word.
I could feel my face soften and I was sure I must have looked shocked, because for the first time, Jasper broke his gaze and looked down at the strawberry-blonde on her knees. His face clenched and he sucked in a staggering breath. He stopped her, grabbing the sides of her head, pushing her back.
"I'm coming," he whispered out of breath, and then raised his head to stare back at me before he let out a few grunts, jerking his cock a few times with his hand as he finished himself off. He continued to stare at me, as he breathed heavily, his chest moving up and down, and I felt the familiar tightening at the base of my cock. With one last moan from Jasper, I fucking exploded all over Mary-Lou, and she laughed while I held his gaze and I knew the look on my face was a "fuck you."
I wasn't even listening to Mary-Lou or whatever the fuck her name was. My head was reeling from what had just happened. I vaguely remembered Jasper's skank saying "my turn" or something along those lines, but all I wanted to do was get out of there. I couldn't stand to be anywhere in the vicinity of any of this shit. I leaned over grabbing a towel from the wash basin and cleaned myself as I pulled up my pants and headed for the stairs. The voices behind me were incoherent, and I wanted nothing to do with them. Taking the steps two at a time, I burst out through the door into the kitchen, grabbing a full bottle of Tequila while I headed out the backdoor. I didn't stop until I had walked through the back gate into the alley. The only thing I wanted to do right now was drink myself into oblivion, and this bottle was going to get me there.
Sitting down on a pile of wood, I pushed my knees up, leaning my back up against the fence. What the fuck was that? My head was screaming. I could feel my eyes start to water, and I banged my head against the fence to try and dull the pain. I continued to pull from the bottle, choking a little as the Tequila burned my throat, but I didn't want to stop until I was comfortably numb.
