I don't own Twilight. Watching all these interviews, and I fucking LOVE that Rob doesn't understand why the hell Edward lets Jacob keep coming around. It's one thing to be understanding and quite another to be made to look like a fool. I'm in total agreement with you on this, Rob! SM's love of Jacob will always be a complete mystery to me. *end rant*
This is a slash story with m/m lemons involved and language. If you're under 18 or that's not your thing, please just hit the red X.
There will be alternate POV's every day. Jasper will be first and is much more talkative, but Edward is starting to talk a bit more!
Chapter 27 - Almost
J-
After giving Edward one last kiss, I finally got us down from the loft and started our work day. There really isn't a lot to learn in the barn. It's more just being able to handle the physical part of it, and learning a few tricks to make things easier on yourself.
First thing I do is get Edward a sturdy pair of gloves for his hands. I know how bloody and beaten up they'd be if I let him use the shovel all morning bare. I don't wan't his beautiful, piano playing hands damaged in any way.
He kind of rolls his eyes when I hand them to him, but when I tell him in a stern voice he needs to put them on, he does. He also gets a strange look in his eyes. I wonder what that's about. He had the same look up in the loft when I was warning him not to call me sir. It was kind of a cross between lust and insanity. I'm finding I like that look on his face very much.
I'm sure mine didn't look much different when he was baiting me up there. Calling me sir, biting his lip, and touching his hard cock, just about made my knees buckle. I don't know what it was about that certain term, but it turned me the hell on like nothing else he's ever said to me. Maybe I really am going crazy. I've never had anything effect me that way, but when he said it, I couldn't get my hands on him fast enough. He didn't seem to be scared or weirded out by me when I reacted like that. Maybe he liked it.
Working beside Edward was easier and more fun than I thought it would be. The morning passed quickly while we talked and laughed, and even though him getting all hot and sweaty was a challenge to my control, I was able to keep my distance and get the stalls all clean by lunchtime.
"Hey, come on. Let's take a break and go up to the house for lunch. We won't eat up there every day, but my mom wants to meet you."
He looks so scared all of a sudden, and I don't know why. It's just my mom.
"Jasper, do you think she'll like me? I know we can't act like we're more than friends, but I still want to make a good impression. I might be around a lot when…. Oh, never mind. I don't know what I'm talking about."
I want to laugh at him being so worried about meeting my mom. He'll learn soon enough how loving she is. I hate that he's upset about it, though.
I lean a little closer to him and whisper, "Baby, you've got nothing to worry about. She's going to love you just like my dad does, and I definitely plan on you being around a lot. You're going to be hanging out here a ton this summer."
He smiles so big it makes my heart hurt a little for him. It's pretty sad when you'd rather hang out at this run down old farm than in your own home in the fancy subdivision. I'm kind of hoping me being here has something to do with that.
"Okay, Jasper. Is there somewhere I can clean up a bit. I don't want to meet her all hot and sweaty."
"I think you look just fine, Edward. In fact, if you want to pull that T-shirt off, I won't mind a bit."
I've been trying to talk him into taking his shirt off all morning, but he won't budge. I wonder what's going on in that beautiful head of his. It's hot as hell in this barn, and I've had my shirt off since around 10:00.
"Um, no thanks. I don't want to meet your mom half naked, Jasper."
He's trying to play it off, but I can tell there's something he's not telling me. He won't look me in the eye. I'm not going to push him, though. He'll tell me when he's ready.
"I was just kidding, baby. You can wash up over by the well. Do you remember where it is from yesterday?" I smile slyly at him, because I know he remembers me at the well washing up yesterday.
"Yeah, I think I remember where it is vividly. I might have had a dream or two about it last night." He turns quickly and walks out of the barn leaving me there to watch him walk away. I will never get tired of seeing that perfect ass. Watching him bend over while he cleaned out the stalls this morning, just about did me in.
I finally get my wits about me and head out of the barn. When I see him, I'm even more confused by Edward's behavior. He's washing up at the well, but he's kept his shirt on. It's almost soaked through. Why wouldn't he just take it off? My first thought is that his dad has done something to him physically. It makes my blood boil just thinking about that cocksucker with his hands on Edward. If he so much as thought about hurting my boy, I'll make sure he regrets it.
I take a couple of deep breaths and try to think rationally. I don't know if his dad has done anything, and I don't want to scare Edward and make him not talk to me about it. I just have to hope that he'll feel comfortable enough with me soon to tell me what's bothering him.
"Here, let me get you a towel and we can head to the kitchen. Mom usually makes a pretty nice spread for lunch. Are you hungry?" I try and sounds light and carefree even though I'm worried sick.
"I don't think I've ever been this hungry in my life!" Edward doesn't seem to notice my concern, and I'm glad.
"Well, hard work will do that to you. Come on, let's see what mom has cooking."
I lead him into the house stopping just inside the door in the laundry room for a towel. He takes it and rubs it over his hair and T-shirt.
"Thanks, Jasper. I feel better now."
"No problem. I'll keep a couple of towels in the barn for us so we can get cleaned up a bit during the day."
I never really worried about getting too clean before I went into the house before. Mom knows dad and I will come in all smelly. She just shoos us to the showers pretty quick.
"That's a good idea. You never know when having a towel around might come in handy."
From the look on his face, I can see he's not talking about drying off after getting cleaned up. What is he…. Oh, fuck.
Yeah, having a couple of towels out there for clean up might be a very good idea.
E-
I can tell he doesn't understand what I mean about the towels at first. Then it's like a light bulb comes on and sexy Jasper comes out to play.
"Gorgeous, do you think you're going to get me all dirty out there? Are we going to need those towels to wipe me off?"
And I'm hard.
I know I started it, but damn I don't want a hard-on when I meet his freaking mom!
"Jasper…" I whine at him, and I can tell he knows what he's done to me when he looks from my eyes down to by cock. It's not difficult to see it straining against the zipper of my jeans.
I reach down to try and adjust it to a more comfortable position, when he bats my hand away.
"Will you let me, baby? Will you let me touch your hard cock?"
He's backed me up against the dryer without me even being aware. I can't help but groan at his words.
"Yes, Jasper. You can touch me all you want."
I reach down slowly and take a hold of the button on my jeans. I don't know if this is what he meant, but I want him to really see and feel what he does to me with that sexy fucking mouth of his. His eyes go wide when he realizes what I'm about to do, but he doesn't try and stop me. He licks his lips and his eyes don't move from where my hand is hovering over the waistband of my jeans.
"Jasper honey, is that you?"
I hear a light and friendly female voice calling from the other room. The look on Jasper's face goes from disappointed to pissed off in a matter of seconds. I can tell his about to lose it and yell at his mom.
"Hey Jasper, don't worry. You'll have plenty of opportunities to let me show you all of me." I whisper as I take his face in my hands and pull his eyes up to mine. He's breathing heavy, and I know he's trying to get control of himself.
His voice is hoarse as he answers his mom,"Yeah, mom, it's us. I was just getting Edward a towel. We'll be right there."
I lean up and give him a quick kiss before I pull away. I smile and grab his hand.
"Come on. Introduce me to your mom who, by the way, has incredibly bad timing."
He laughs and takes my hand until we reach the hallway. He walks me around the corner to a huge open kitchen. The house is obviously old from the outside, but this kitchen sure isn't. His mom sure must like to cook.
I look over and see a petite woman with beautiful, long, carmel hair. Jasper looks so much like his dad it's hard to find him in her at all until she smiles. Those dimples I love must have come from her.
"Mom, I know you've been dying to meet him so here he is. Edward, this is my very nosy mom."
Jasper's mom hits him on the shoulder and pushes him aside to stand in front of me.
"Don't you dare listen to a thing he says. He'll try and make you think the worst of us, but we're all just curious about you." She's so friendly and open. I really think she'd get along with my mom. This was how she used to act a long time ago when everything was happy at home.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Cullen. I won't believe a word he says about you."
I know I'm looking down and shy Edward is back. I hate it, but I'm always like this when I meet new people. I feel a hand grab mine and I look up. Mrs. Cullen is staring at me intently. I can tell she's trying to figure me out and that scares the hell out of me. Can she see how much I love her son already?
"You will call me Esme, Edward, and don't you ever hesitate to come to me if you need anything." She gives me a smile that reminds me so much of Jasper's, I can't help but smile back. I like her already.
The back door opens then and Jasper's dad walks in.
"Did you make us hungry farm hands something good for lunch, woman?"
Esme's eyes narrow at him as she speaks. "Don't you call me your woman in front of these boys. They should learn to treat ladies with respect!"
Carlise is smiling but still gets out a "Yes, dear" before he sits down at the head of the dining room table. Jasper sits on the side opposite of me. I must be sitting in his sister's chair. Wonder where she is?
The conversation is light and fun. Both of his parents have a lot of questions about Chicago and just about me in general, but I don't mind answering them. I really like being here. It's so different from the meals I have at home.
My feet are touching Jasper's under the table. He keeps rubbing is work boot up and down my calf. I love that he has to be touching me constantly. All of a sudden though, I can feel his whole body tense up. I was so busy focusing on what was going on under the table, I don't know what the hell just happened.
"What dad? What are you taking about?"
I can tell Jasper is upset, but he's trying not to sound like he is.
"I said Jacob offered to come in early from the field to help you boys out in the barn. I thought it was strange, but he insisted that he knew some things that Edward would benefit from knowing. I guess he did start out in the barn, so maybe he does."
Oh, hell. Jasper's face is gone all red, and I can tell he's about to lose it.
Is it wrong that my hard-on just came back?
It's official. Carlisle and Esme are cockblockers. js So Jacob is trying to get himself back in the barn with the boys. Think Jasper is going to let that happen? :)
And what's the deal with Edward and his shirt? I can't wait to hear your theories!
I can't thank you all enough for giving me such amazing feedback on the last chapter. I was so nervous that you'd hate it, but you were all so kind and generous with your thoughts. This longer chapter is a small token of my thanks to you for continuing to read and review. MWAH!
See you tomorrow!