I don't own Twilight. Can I just get a raise of hands from everyone who thinks the guy from Lionsgate is trying to cash in on Twilight? I swear if they try and make a Jake/Nessie movie or a lame TV show, I will lose it. Twilight without Rob is a complete and total waste of time and money. Just my humble opinion!

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. They are both pretty damn talkative now!

Reviewer of the day goes to…. KM525 who said, "Oooo, hell hath no fury like a Momma Bear ignored! I would have been upset too if I were her. But now that she knows her boys are safe, she can go take her frustration out on big Daddy C!" That's right! Now that she knows they're safe, she can focus on lovin' her man. Maybe Rose is off whoring around, and they have the house all to themselves. Esme won't have to be quiet! :)

Chapter 92 - Bath

J-

"Come on in with me, baby. I want to make you feel all better."

I will control myself and not try and attack him in this bath. I know he has to be sore, and I'm not going to make him feel bad for not wanting to have sex again. Besides, there are lots of other things we can do.

Watching him get in the tub and sit down was pushing my control already. He's just so fucking beautiful. Sitting down gently, I hear him hiss a bit when he leans back against me.

"Is something wrong? Is the water too hot?"

"No, baby. It's perfect. This feels so fucking good."

I know he has to feel me hard on his back, but he doesn't say anything. I wish I wasn't, but there isn't a damn thing I could do about it. Having him here in the bath with me, is just too much for my senses.

He doesn't say anything else, and just shuts his eyes and leans his head back against my chest. Kissing him lightly on his neck and cheek, I do all the talking for us.

"I love you, Edward. What we did together was so special to me. I will never forget this night here with you."

I see him smile, and then feel his hands pull my arms tighter around his body. I wrap him up in a cocoon. Damn, I wish we could just stay here just like this forever. Everything about this night has been magical.

Grabbing a clean washcloth off the side the tub where I placed it earlier, I dip it into the water and start moving it all over his chest. I'm fascinated by the warm water running down his body, and into the light dusting of bronze hair on his lower stomach. He's hard for me again. I can see the head of his cock sticking up out of the water. I wish there was a way I could get my mouth on that hot, wet dick.

I know he's relaxed so I don't want to move him. I've got a better idea, and even though I know I'm done for the night that doesn't mean he has to be.

Reaching over, I grab the soap we'd used earlier to lather up the cloth. His eyes are still closed, so he doesn't see what's coming.

Holding the cloth open in the my hand, I reach down and wrap it completely around his hard cock. His eyes spring open, and I hear and feel him moan against me.

"Sweetie, what are you doing?

"Edward, if you can't figure it out, I must not be doing a very good job."

Squeezing a bit tighter around him, I start to rub the soapy cloth up and down his length. He can never stay still when I'm touching him, and he doesn't disappoint this time either. Waves of water start coming dangerously close to the side of the tub, but I don't stop him. We can just take care of any water on the floor later. Right now, I'm more worried about getting my love off.

"Jasper! Oh, fuck that feels so good!"

His hips keep rising up to meet each of my strokes, and his pleas are getting louder. Fuck, I love it when he screams my name.

His hands grab onto my thighs as he tries to find purchase onto something to steady himself. He needs to just relax and let me take care of him.

"Baby, just lay still. Let me do this for you."

I start moving my hand faster. The rough texture of the cloth is making this so much better for him. I can tell he's about to explode, and I can't wait to see it.

"Jasper, stop. Please stop! I'm about to come!"

My hand stills, because he really sounds serious. Why the hell would he want me to stop? He was so damn close.

"What's wrong, baby? Don't you want to come for me?"

"I do want to come, and I will, but not until you're inside me again."

What the hell is he thinking? There is no way in hell that's going to happen.

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E-

I know I'm going to get a fight on this, but I don't care. I want him inside me again.

I'm not going to lie. I am a bit sore, but it's nothing I can't handle. I've been preparing myself for tonight for quite a while. I've used toys on myself before. After I bought my first one, that's when I knew I was a bottom. Over the years, they have been what's kept me from making foolish decisions where guys are concerned. I didn't need to try and go out and find random hook-ups. Toys are safe, they feel fantastic, and they don't talk. Until I saw Jasper, they were the perfect boyfriend.

Yes, I admit that Jasper is by far larger than any toy I've ever used, but I'm not going to let that stop me from getting what I want.

Jasper's voice it pained and I hear a slight bit anger when he finally speaks.

"There's no fucking way, Edward. You don't have to do that. Lay back, and just let me take care of you."

I know I should just listen to him, but I can't. I've wanted him for too long, and the thought of having him inside me again is all I can think about. I know he's ready for me. He's erection is pushing into my back, and I don't want him to come by my hand or mouth. I want him in my ass.

Now, I just need to figure out the right strategy to use to make that happen.

Sitting up straight, the water rushes off me and his hands and the washcloth fall into the water.

"That's fine. If you aren't going to come again tonight, then neither will I."

I stand up, and get out of the tub. Jasper just sits there stunned as he watches me towel off and walk back into the bedroom. I sit down on the bed, wondering if I screwed up as I listen to him get out of the tub and drain the water. I watch him walk out with a towel around his waist. When see his face, he doesn't look happy.

Looking away, I jump up and rush over to the bag I brought with me. I didn't know if I would need some sleep pants in case we ordered room service or something so I brought them just in case. I'm glad I did now. Grabbing them out of the bag, I start to put them on.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I look up, and see him standing right next to me. He doesn't look pleased at all that I'm about to put some clothes on. Maybe this can work to my advantage.

"Well, if we aren't going to do anything else tonight, I might as well just get ready for bed."

I bend down again to put my pants on, but his hand stops me.

"Don't you dare cover that cock, Edward."

I feel a glimmer of hope start to spread. Am I actually going to get my way?

"Why not? I said I'm not going to let you make me come unless you're inside me, and since you aren't going to let that happen….."

My words are cut off by his lips covering mine. I think about protesting for a split second, but when his tongue sneaks inside my mouth, I'm done for.

He grabs my face with his hands, and kisses the breath out of me. His tongue slides against mine trying to dominate, and I let him. I love it when he takes control.

I reach up and run my hands up and down his abs, and tease the edge of his barely there towel. One little pull, and it would be gone.

He moans into my mouth, and then pulls back but still keeps a hold of me.

"Baby, are you sure? I would never forgive myself if I hurt you."

"Jasper, I'm fine. The bath helped a lot, and you prepared me really well. I need to feel that again, baby. Now that I know what it's like to have you inside of me, I'm going to want it all damn time."

Growling, he grabs the sleep pants out of my hands, and throws them over next to my bag. Smirking up at him, I tug at his towel until it come loose in my hands. I throw it over to join my sleep pants.

I don't think we'll be needing them again tonight.

Round two anyone? Yes, I'm sure Edward would be entirely too sore in real life to have Jasper again, but this is fiction and Edward really, really wanted him again. Can you blame the boy? I just write what he tells me! :)

So glad you all agreed with me that the boys should have called our dear Esme. The mom in me just couldn't let that go! Thanks once again for your kind words.

See you tomorrow!