I know it's been a while since I promised another chapter but real life is a bitch sometimes, so I'm sorrrrrryyy for the delay.
Well, I guess Edward is in for a surprise today...
Ulli
PS: I somehow don't think this is the end of the story but we'll see! ;-)
2. A (not so) welcome surprise!
"Edward!" Moms voice pulls me out of my Jasper-induced haze.
It's not the nerves that kept me from leaving the car. That was all him. His scent, his innocent looks but most of all the innuendo in his voice when he told me to watch the street while he opened my pants. So who am I to just leave the car when we arrived at my parents place?
A kiss that left us both breathless was his reward but now we have to hurry. The whole cab smells of sex… one handed pleasure and I don't want Esme anywhere near it, so I open my door and jump out, right into my mother's arms.
A few hugs and kisses later she just looks at me and a mischievous grin that I've never seen before spreads on her kind face.
I guess the cat's out of the bag now with my swollen red lips that are mirrored in Jaspers face.
With a shy smile he circles my Volvo and tries to greet my mom with an outstretched hand but Esme Cullen won't have that. One big Mama-Bear-hug later, the three of us enter the house where Esme yells for my father to come and greet "Edward and his guest".
I hear his heavy steps on the huge wooden staircase and grab Jaspers hand just to leave no room for doubts of any kind.
No one puts Jasper in a corner! He belongs with me.
I still don't know if my father is aware of my preferences or if that was just my moms instinct. But I guess I will find that out now.
As soon as he sees me, his welcoming smile grows wider but as he reaches the foot of the staircase, he falters in his steps. Then he stops. His gaze meets Jasper and his smile disappears. Wide-eyed he stares at us, takes in our joined hands and… says nothing.
No polite greeting for our guest. No kind welcome for me. No nothing.
Seems like my mom didn't tell him about her sneaky match-making ways and he's in some state of shock.
"Dad?" I ask for his attention, begging him with my eyes to please understand…
But he just turns around and leaves us behind.
What the fuck? Is that the same man who taught me not to judge people? Why doesn't he talk to me like he usually does? Is he serious or right out of his mind?
Never letting go of Jaspers hand, I follow him into the dining room, where he took his place at the head of the table, as if nothing happened. I pull a chair back, offering it to Jasper and then sit down right beside him. All the while my father looks anywhere but my direction. His face a serious mask, I cannot even guess what he is thinking and everything in me screams for answers. But deep down I know what his problem is. He's begun to realize why I never brought a girl home for dinner, why I never showed any interest in the women they introduced me to since I started to prepare for my position as CEO.
A first course soup bowl appears on the table and Esme is trying to encourage us all to eat while it's hot. Carlisle Cullen eats mechanically, avoids my stares, ignores me to the point where I can't take it anymore. Just as I'm about to ask him, out loud, what his problem is, my mom enters the dining room with a huge pot roast and about a hundred side dishes.
I can't believe she still plays nice, although the pink elephant in the room is screaming for attention.
"Will you ever look at me again?" I address my father but he remains stoic, shows no sign of recognition. Frustration boils over, bubbles up and even Jaspers hand on my thigh won't stop me from speaking my mind. I've been silent for too long, kept all my worries to myself but I'm done with that now. I want a normal life, I want my family to really know and accept me. I want it so bad that it doesn't stop me from begging.
"Dad… nothing's changed! I'm still the same Edward I've always been!" I offer, but he remains silent.
"Don't do this to me, Dad! I finally found the courage to let you know who I really am… I found someone I can love and who might love me back! Why can't you just be happy for me?" I ask and finally his cool grey eyes stop staring right through me.
"That is not acceptable behavior, Edward! I will not tolerate your perverted ways and I will not stand by to watch you ruin first yourself and then the company. I'll call in a meeting first thing tomorrow morning…"
His words echo in my head and it takes a while for me to fully realize what he's trying to tell me.
"You can't be serious!" I whisper in bewilderment, trying to grasp what is happening here.
"Carlisle stop it! Before you say something you might regret later…" my mother jumps in just as I'm too stunned for words.
"There's nothing for me to regret! I didn't raise my son to become a faggot!" my own father seethes and then he gets up to leave the room, muttering strings of swear words under his breath.
I sit there in a daze, barely hear my mother crying. She begs us not to leave, so I just get up and go to my old childhood bedroom, feeling nothing but cold and defeated.
"Edward…I'm so sorry!" his softly spoken words let my anger subside and all that is left is disappointment. Here in my childhood bedroom my world is crumbling apart and there's nothing I can do about it. I want to crawl under the old quilt my mom made when I was ten years old and curl up into a little ball just like I used to do as a kid.
But I'm all grown up now and shutting the world out until some cookies and a glass of milk will end my misery, just won't help anymore.
A warm hand on my shoulder reminds me that I'm not alone. I feel his presence and when he puts his arms around me and pulls me closer to him, I just let it happen. Burying my nose in the crook of his neck, I inhale his scent and let it soothe my inner turmoil.
Yes, he is worth all the pain and heartache my visit to this weeks' Sunday dinner has caused. My Jasper…
We've spent this whole weekend together and although it's only been two days, I just know I did the right thing, when I asked him to meet my parents.
For the first time in my life I'm not hiding anymore, I'm not lying to anyone, I'm not acting like the good son who just hasn't found the right girl yet.
It's been such a relief to just live and love and give and take, these last forty-eight hours, that I totally forgot about the possible consequences. And now that I've landed flat on my ass, it hurts so badly.
"He'll come around…" Jasper whispers and I really want to believe him but after today's worst case scenario at the family dinner table, I cannot be sure anymore.
I always thought it would somehow be okay, if I ever came out to my parents… that maybe it would take a little time for them to see that there's nothing wrong with me. I used to believe that their unconditional love would be enough to accept me for who I am…
My mom proved me right by yelling at her husband, my father, to get a grip or else…
Usually an empty threat, at least when it came to my childhood sins but somehow I believe she will go through with whatever crossed her mind the second she let those words slip out of her mouth.
Nothing has ever made her look so angry before and despite the pain my father's words have caused me, I fear for him and for the life they built together.
Although he probably doesn't deserve any of my pity. Not after calling me a faggot in this house…
A new sensation is building up inside of me. My breathing accelerates, my nostrils flare and a wave of anger washes over me, tears through me and I can't help it. I jump off my old bed, out of Jaspers soothing embrace and before I know it, I grab everything I can lay hands on, sending framed pictures and childhood memorabilia flying. Only to stop my violent outbreak after the autographed baseball my dad gave me, to keep as a family heirloom when I was twelve, is out the window, through the window and shards of glass lay everywhere.
I give up.
With my back against the wall, I slide down and bury my face in my hands. I don't want to cry but the sobbing breaks out just as violently as my anger did before.
Again it's Jasper who holds me together and the urge to disappear, to crawl into him and never come out again grows by the second. All grief forgotten, I grab him, pull him on my lap, kiss his fucking perfect lips and tear at his clothes. Mere minutes later we're both naked and – once again – on a carpeted floor.
"I need you, Jasper! Need you so much…" I nothing but growl before I take him in my mouth and suck him like a greedy whore. He's trying to suppress his moans but even his hand in his mouth isn't enough to keep him quiet.
"Edward! Edward… your parents…" he pants but I won't let that stop me. If that homophobic asshole of a father can't stand the thought of his only son being a proud gay man, then he's in for a show. This is MY home, too! A place that's always felt safe, even if the grand Carlisle Cullen always had a mighty big stick up his snobby ass.
"I don't care!" is what I tell Jasper while I kiss and bite and nibble my way back up over his belly and chest. That pierced nipple is still a bit red and swollen from all the times I just had to lick and bite and pull and twirl it this weekend and as soon as my tongue laps at it now, Jasper lets out a long-assed moan that sure as hell is heard all through this fucking mansion!
I like that thought but as much as I'd like to keep sucking and pulling his silvery ring, I do have other plans that might get him to scream out loud for me.
His swollen red lips feel so fucking fantastic on mine and his mouth tastes so damn good that I'm about to lose control. I want him! Under me, on top of me, no matter how. I quickly search for my pants and get condoms and a small package of lube and then I barely prepare him before I enter this new-found heaven.
Long, hard thrusts finally take away the edge of pain I feel inside and leave nothing behind but raw lust. I find myself in a feverish frenzy, fucking that delicious body while I hold him pressed flat on the ground and thank god Jasper doesn't mind my dominant side coming out to play every now and then. His loud moans spur me on, his hot wet lips make me forget everything around me, until there's only Jasper left in my world. Skin slapping on skin. Hot and sweaty and I'm basking in the moment, drowning in the intensity of sensations until I reach the point of no return.
The panting subsides slowly while I listen to his heartbeat. It's soothing just like the big fat raindrops that are now drumming on the window sill. A dull rhythm that could lull me to sleep if it weren't for Jazz who's still under me, holding me in his arms, drawing lazy calming circles on my back.
I've been pretty rough with him but as I try to apologize, he just shrugs and says, we both needed it that way. Could he be any sweeter? I think not!
Cold air comes swirling inside through the broken window and chills us both, so I get up from the floor, pulling Jasper with me. A soft kiss later, I thank him for putting up with me but he just says "It's been my pleasure!" and the way he lifts one eyebrow and grins at me, lets my cock twitch.
But I'm done with playing games in this house.
"Let's go home." I say, hoping he will come with me and stay. At least for the night, because I don't want to be alone right now.
Jasper just grabs my hand, after we got dressed, and pulls me with him, down the stairs and through the lobby. I throw one last glance into the living room, where both my parents are sitting in silence.
Esmes eyes are red from crying, so I tell her, I'll call her and I even manage to step into the room and hug her goodbye.
When my eyes are met by cool grayish stares, I put on my tough business poker face and tell this joke of a father that I'll see him in the meeting. He looks taken aback by my cold behavior… Maybe he thinks a faggot can't fight for himself or maybe he thought I'd just leave the company behind on a whim.
Well, he's in for another show, if he really wants to go through with his plan. I'll be prepared and do whatever it takes, to defend my rights and my righteous position.
A/N: Yay! Go Fighterward!