Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer
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Where the Lines Overlap
Season 1 - Stuck on You
It's not a dream anymore (It's worth fighting for)
I took my cell out of my pocket as I came down the library stairs. I fucking missed him already.
My thumb scrolled down my recent calls until I found his name. As I was about to allow the phone to dial, his perfect face popped up on my screen.
I answered it smiling.
"Hey."
"Hey you." His voice was soft. "Off work already?"
I was not the only one anxious as it seemed…
"I'm leaving. Heading to my car, actually." I answered simply. "You're ready? I'm picking you up in ten."
He sighed and I stopped midway 'cause I felt something wasn't right.
"Actually, there's been a change of plans." he said cautiously.
I forced myself to disguise the disappointment.
"You're not having dinner with me." I assumed.
"No." He sounded as frustrated as I felt. "My mom came back from Seattle earlier, she's just arrived."
"So you're talking to her tonight." I presumed, feeling strangely excited with the perspective.
Edward sighed nervously.
"Yeah. After I break the news to my father. I just spoke to him, he's gonna take a short break from his shift. He said he'd be home in half an hour, tops."
It was my turn to sigh, and it sounded a little sad. Edward noticed.
"I know." He whispered. "I wanted to be with you, too but it's better if I deal with it at once."
"Yeah, I agree. I'm just a little…"
"Disappointed." He completed. "I know the feeling. I'm sorry for this."
"Hey, don't worry, it's okay. You have to do what you have to do. Forget about us a little and just put your mind to it. And don't be nervous, your mom is gonna understand. Everything is gonna be fine."
"Yeah, I think so." He huffed. "I'm nervous anyway. I don't want her to flip out."
I resumed walking towards my car.
"She's not gonna flip out, your mom is the calmest person I know. I've never seen her lose composure."
"You're right… but then again, it has never crossed her mind that her son would love another boy and that would be her best friend's son who she also sees like a son." He sighed heavily. "I know it's unlikely but, there's still a slight chance of her disapproving us…"
I felt my heart skip a beat, which made me halt three feet away from the Vanquish. Suddenly I was terrified of Esme's reaction. Would it make him give up on me if she objected to us?
"What if she does…?" I asked the question slowly and in a low, hesitant voice.
"I'll be heartbroken." His tone was plain as if it was obvious. "I'd hate to disappoint her. We've never even argued…"
"If she doesn't accept us… we'll have to back down…" I thought out loud but it came out sounding interrogative.
"There's nothing to be accepted. It's not up to her." Edward spoke sternly, and it surprised me. "If she doesn't approve us I'll be truly sad, but her opinion, or anybody else's opinion on this matter, won't change a thing." He heaved a sigh. "Why did you ask that? Did you think I would give up on us?" And then he sounded a little hurt.
"I didn't think, I feared." I said a little embarrassed.
"How could you..." He cut himself off with a huff, clearly discontented. "We'll talk better about it but, Jazz… you know how I feel. I'm serious about us."
"I'm sorry, I'm not doubting you. I just fretted for a moment. I'm just…" I exhaled forcefully. "...afraid of losing you."
"You'll never lose me." He assured me. "Not due to other people's influence. It's just you and me, okay? We're in this together and there's only us."
We remained silent for a while and I took a deep breath while assimilating what he'd just said.
"You're mad at me?" I whispered.
"Of course not, I understand. Just have a little more faith in me, okay?"
"I have faith in you. I'm just too insecure, you know that." My tone was apologetic.
There was another moment of silence as I finally approached my car. I could practically feel through the phone, through his heavy breathing and his tense muteness, how nervous he was.
"You want me to be with you? I can skip dinner, I'm sure my mom won't mind." I offered as lovingly as I could, even though I knew what his answer would be.
"Thanks, but I have to do this alone with my family." He was cautious again. "It's not that I don't want or need your support. It's just that, this is the kind of thing that I have to face on my own. You understand, don't you?" He asked softly, seeming a little apprehensive.
"I sure do, babe." I replied sweetly.
He laughed subtly and I felt immediately curious with the sudden change of mood.
"What?" I asked kinda smiling.
His sigh seemed content to me.
"You just called me babe."
"I did?" I asked surprised.
"You didn't notice?" His smile was clear in his voice.
I shook my head although he couldn't see.
"I didn't." I answered kinda timidly.
"Good. It means it was spontaneous." his voice was lighter now. "Is it gonna be my pet name?" And his mocking tone made an appearance.
I laughed.
"Too random." I replied in the same playful voice. "My boyfriend deserves something a little more exclusive."
"Oh, yeah? Like what?" And now he was provoking me.
"It'll come to me at the right time." I said calmly.
"I'm sure it will. But I kinda liked hearing you call me babe."
"You can get used to it. You'll probably hear it a lot from me, babe."
He laughed softly again, seeming satisfied, and I felt so content I was the one making him feel that way.
"So I'll head home." I resumed the main talk while opening the driver's door and getting in. "Will you call me once you're done? It doesn't matter the time."
"I will." And just like that the joy in his voice was gone. "We'll see each other tomorrow?"
Another sad sigh.
"I have to take my mom downtown for grocery shopping tomorrow morning. But I'll see you in the evening, after work. Do you want me to pick you up, or you'd rather I go and stay there with you?"
"Whatever you prefer is fine with me. I just want some alone time with you."
I smiled involuntarily, sighed, and leaned my head on the backrest.
"I'm missing you already."
"Me too." He exhaled heavily. "I have to go, but I'll call you."
"Love you."
"Love you more." He answered so lovingly I had to close my eyes to absorb the impact of the sentiment without melting down.
We hung up and I remained there just for a couple more minutes, thinking how a simple sentence, exchanged not those many times between us, quickly became somewhat like a vow.
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Edward and I talked very briefly over the phone that night. He called me around eleven just to let me know that his parents already knew about us. From everything he told me I could understand that they were more than okay with our new status and seemed happy for us.
Although I had been a little apprehensive, I wasn't that much surprised. I had known Carlisle and Esme since forever. I knew how they were loving and caring parents, very understanding people, and, most importantly, open-minded individuals. They loved Edward and had always respected his decisions, advising him but never interfering in his choices. I saw it as I grew up practically living at their house. Of course I was still feeling a little tense whenever I thought that soon I would have to face them while they knew their son and I, two boys, were in love and together. But I knew they would do everything in their power to make me feel comfortable. It was just who they were, and I loved them for it.
What I couldn't even begin to consider was disclosing my newly started relationship to my father. But this was something I didn't have to worry about for some time…
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Thursday was an ordinary, uneventful day. And by the end of it, I was a little depressed.
I didn't see my boyfriend at all.
First I spent the whole morning downtown with my mom. She took so long that, by the time we arrived home, I had to hurry to work. I called Edward on my way to the library. We exchanged some affection over the phone and agreed to speak again later to decide what we would do. But, unfortunately for me, by the time I left work and called him, he was in Seattle with his parents. Esme and Carlisle had decided on a family night and he couldn't turn it down. According to Edward, they thought it was important to have this moment to themselves. It had something to do with "their baby becoming a man". I laughed at that, and mocked him a little, but deep down inside I envied him. His family was celebrating his coming out proudly. I couldn't envision a parallel universe where mine would do something remotely resembling.
After that I went home and straight to bed, frustrated to the core.
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I woke up the next morning with his smile on my mind. I missed my boyfriend.
Boyfriend… I loved this word so much. I loved that I was using it to refer to Edward because he was mine and because we were together.
What a silly but great thing to love… I never thought I would like so much to be in a relationship, to call someone mine…
I'd never had this sense of belonging with Alice, even though when we were together I'd thought I was in love. It was so different with Edward. With him, it seemed so real, so serious… and we were together for less than a week! Regardless, I felt as if it was for life. And I wanted it to be. For life. Forever.
I checked my watch and realized it was too early but what the hell…? I wanted to see him, I needed to be with him, and I couldn't wait. So I got up, took a hurried shower, and sneaked out of my house. Before I hopped up on my bike, I texted him.
#You awake already, babe?
I didn't have to wait more than one minute.
#I am now. Love that you're calling me "babe".
I smiled at his answer.
#Can I come over? I miss you. Can't wait till later.
He answered faster than before.
#I'm waiting. Coming already?
I replied as I started riding.
#On my way.
My legs were burning when I arrived at his house, but I didn't care at all. As soon as I left my bicycle beside Edward's Volvo in the Cullen's garage I put them to work again. I couldn't run because I knew that his parents were home, but I strode inside as quickly as humanly possible.
My stomach flipped and flooded with this icy sensation once I remembered that I would see Carlisle and Esme for the first time after their son and I became a couple. I took a deep breath, opened the internal garage door, and got in the living room ready to meet my fate for the day, but begging the universe that it didn't happen so soon.
Lucky me, the house was silent. They were probably still sleeping.
I took my sneakers off and tiptoed until I reached Edward's bedroom door. Before I could knock it was opening.
"What took you so long?" Edward whispered while grabbing my shirt and pulling me in.
He closed the door and pushed me against it, putting both his hands, even the plastered one, against the wood on each side of my head. He looked at me from above, his intimidating expression making me feel vulnerable, and leaned to me slowly. I splayed my hands on his bare chest, not to push him, just 'cause I needed the contact.
"I missed you." He murmured while nuzzling my cheek.
"I did too." I said just before he took my lips with his.
This kiss started differently from all the others we'd shared. There was no pecking, no nibbling… our lips parted and fit simultaneously, our tongues plunging eagerly into each other's mouths. My hands glided over his smooth skin to his neck, and I held it forcefully, bringing our faces as close as they could get. He pushed us away from the door and soon his arms were wrapped around my waist.
We started to move. I had my eyes closed, I was lost in the way he was kissing me, so I let him guide me while I dived into the sensations he was eliciting.
Suddenly I was trapped between his mattress and his body. I was instantly hard. His weight felt incredible against me but I needed some friction, so I undulated my hips in search of it. Edward, understanding what I wanted, pushed his groin against mine, and the hardness under his flannel pants pressed my cock just the right amount I needed.
I moaned low. He grunted and intensified the contact and the kiss in response.
I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care.
All I could think was that I wanted more. And he was giving me more. His body sank a little deeper by the minute, and I pushed a little more forcefully against him.
He broke the kiss abruptly. I opened my eyes instantly and looked at him.
His eyes were darker than I had ever seen, his gaze was plainly lascivious.
"Can I take this off?" His voice was grave, his breathing irregular.
I took a little longer than necessary to answer the simple question. But just because it took me a while to understand that he was talking about my shirt, which he was clasping by the hem.
I nodded. Then there was this blur and my torso was exposed to him, my shirt thrown on the floor.
He started spreading open-mouth kisses along my chest, shoulders, and neck, his right hand alternating between grazing and kneading my abs.
When he nipped my skin, right above my left nipple, I closed my eyes tightly.
"Oh, shit…" I uttered breathlessly while feeling my whole body shuddering. "Fuck."
My hands roamed from his shoulders to his neck and found their way into his hair. My legs, with a mind of their own, trapped his body against mine as I crossed my ankles below his butt and pressed my thighs around his hips.
Edward groaned and came back to my mouth promptly, kissing me deeply as if he wanted us to merge, his weight pressing me further against the mattress as he started thrusting rhythmically, more and more forcefully against me.
I continued to respond in earnest. And all that could be heard in the room was our breathless and continuous low groans as we thrust against each other and writhed, as the lust escalated out of control.
And just like in the only other time we did this, I was quickly losing myself. I could feel tingles everywhere. All my muscles, especially the ones in my abdomen, clenching and unclenching repeatedly, heat coiling in my lower abs rapidly.
How he could do this to me would be an everlasting mystery. No one had ever been able to arouse me that easily, much less as fast as he could. Not to mention how promptly he was capable of driving me to the brink with nothing more than dry-humping and kissing.
So there I was, swirling down a spiral, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
I was a panting mess as Edward provoked goosebumps in my skin with his right roaming hand gliding non-stop along my abs and chest, eliciting long moans from me.
Then he broke the kiss slowly, pulling my lower lip until it slipped from between his with a popping sound, and attached his luscious mouth to my neck.
"Damn, E…" I gasped. "You'll make me lose my mind."
He hummed and sucked the skin below my jaw lightly.
I couldn't go on for much longer. Our movements combined with the way he was touching and kissing me were pushing me to the edge. My cock was so hard it was almost painful. It was straining against my jeans, dying to be freed.
And Edward chose that moment to bite and suck the skin on my collarbone.
My dick started to spasm.
I closed my legs around his hips with force and grabbed his butt with my right hand to force him to still. With the left one, that had remained in his hair, I clasped a handful of locks and pulled his head away from my body.
At first, he looked at me puzzled, a little dazed. But when he saw my face, which was probably distorted in plain lechery, he smirked.
"If we keep this up, I'll cum in my briefs." I was blunt, no hesitation, no embarrassment.
"You promise?" His tone was lewd and defiant.
He tried to lean and kiss me, but I pulled his hair a little more forcefully. He didn't seem affected. Actually, he seemed to enjoy it since his smirk became more pronounced.
"Edward, I'm serious." I whispered-yelled.
"What makes you think I'm joking?" He murmured as his right hand kneaded the skin on my navel. I panted. "Just humor me…" He licked my lips.
His gaze was so intense that I had no other choice but to cave. I couldn't deny him anything, especially when he looked at me that way… My hand started to loosen its hold on his hair.
"What happened to taking things slow?" I asked in a weak voice, and he was already leaning toward me.
"I am taking things slow." He said after nibbling my lower lip. "We still have our pants on and my hand didn't venture in yours."
I closed my eyes. The possibilities he was implicitly presenting to me were alluring and made me feel as if my skin was burning.
"I want to see you cum." He murmured with his lips on my neck, right below my left ear, and I was engulfed in a haze of powerful desire. "I want to make you cum."
And just like that, I gave in.
My hand in his hair pulled his face to mine and we were kissing again. The one on his butt encouraged him to press his body against mine while I thrust up unabashedly. And then I let myself go with the flow, and I allowed myself to feel freely the sensations rising within me.
There was no holding back anymore. I pushed my heels against his ass and we were pressing and rubbing our clothed cocks together with no hesitation, at an increasing pace, while grunting shamelessly.
My dick started to throb, getting even harder than already was. I felt lightheaded as my whole body began preparing to climax.
"Oh, fuck..." I panted in his mouth, effectively breaking the kiss. "I-I'm..."
Just then I heard the door. It opened with a low click just before someone gasped "Oops" quietly.
I stiffened, my whole body frozen in the position I was, my heart thundering inside my chest. Edward looked at me with a tranquil look in his gorgeous eyes, even though he was blushing a little, and then he turned his head to the side. He seemed so calm that I immediately wanted to shake his shoulders and yell at him.
"G'morning, Dad." He said as if nothing was happening.
I felt heat creep up my neck and face. I knew I was blushing at least three shades of red. I stared fixedly at the ceiling and placed my feet on the bed, feeling impossibly disconcerted.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, boys." Carlisle's voice sounded nothing repentant. Actually, I had the impression he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Just came to wake you, son. It didn't cross my mind that Jay was here."
I saw Edward nodding from my peripheral vision.
"I'll leave you boys to it." He was clearly smiling, I could tell by his tone.
I wanted desperately to disappear.
Once Edward and I were alone again I looked at him.
The bastard burst into loud laughs, barely containing himself. He was laughing so hard he got off of me clinging to his stomach and sat on the floor.
"I hope you're having a breakdown, and not laughing at me." I said in an angry tone while straightening up and sitting on the mattress.
Edward tried to stop laughing but he clearly couldn't.
I got involuntarily angrier. I got up from his bed and sighed, decided to leave. But as I passed by him he got up quickly and stopped me with his right hand splayed on my chest.
"I'm… I'm sorry, Jazz…" He said between chortles. "I'm not… laughing at you…" He took a deep breath and bent his head for a moment. "It's the situation… my father walking in on us…" He shrugged. "I never thought it could happen."
I jerked his hand away and immediately felt guilty, but I was so fucking tense and embarrassed that it made me vexed.
"Well, it happened." I replied kinda harshly while picking up my shirt from the floor and putting it back on.
He laughed softly this time, ignoring my tantrum. He came to me and pulled me to him, hugging me.
"Hey, don't be ashamed…" He whispered in my ear. "It's just my father." He backed away a little and held the nape of my neck with his right hand.
"It's just your father?!" I questioned skeptically while arching my eyebrows.
"It's not like he doesn't know we're together." He replied smiling.
"Edward, we were… dry-humping, and he saw it!" My voice was strained.
"So what?" He replied serenely. "We're eighteen and we're boyfriends. Isn't it natural to act on our feelings? Or do you think he doesn't know we feel sexually attracted to each other?"
"I know he knows." I huffed. "But we don't need to show it to him!"
He laughed and brought me a little closer.
"Jazz, he walked in on us. It's my room. I do whatever I want in here. He should've knocked."
"Well, he didn't. And he saw what we were doing. How do you expect me to face him now?"
He shook his head and smiled, then pulled my face to him until our nose tips were touching.
"C'mere."
He kissed me softly, slowly, and of course I melted down.
"Eddie, Jay! Breakfast is ready!" Came his mother's voice through the closed door.
I jumped away from Edward, abruptly. Needless to say, I almost had a heart attack.
"What the fuck?!" I whispered-yelled while running my hands through my hair.
"Talk about bad timing…" He laughed slightly. Then he looked suggestively at me. "I think I love your hair like this… all tousled like you just had..."
"It's not a good time to provoke me." I warned him, cutting him off before he could complete his enticing sentence.
He raised his hands in a surrender posture and laughed a little more.
"I'll stop."
"Thanks."
"Will you stay and have breakfast with us?" Suddenly his tone was soft. "I think it's a good moment to introduce you." He explained, reminding me of his request.
He had insisted on introducing me "formally" to his parents when we discussed some decisions on Wednesday, although they had known me since I was a baby. Edward had stated it was a milestone in our relationship, so he didn't want to skip that.
I understood and respected his will. So I complied.
"Let's just go downstairs and get it over with." I answered kinda angrily.
He pulled me to him by my waist and kissed my jaw.
"You're so hot when you're all riled up, you know..."
I huffed, but just to mask how his words affected me promptly.
He backed away releasing a heavy and unsatisfied sigh, then disappeared inside his bathroom. He came back about five minutes later, wearing jeans and a shirt and with his left arm in the arm sling. He came to me, put my arms around his torso, and held my face up with his right hand on my chin.
"You're okay?"
I heaved a sigh and nodded.
"Just a little embarrassed."
"We're doing nothing wrong." He assured me calmly.
"I know." I exhaled. "I'm sorry for being harsh."
He kissed the tip of my nose.
"No problem."
He took my hand as we left the room and we walked down the stairs. He stopped in front of the kitchen door and turned to me, his eyes loving but worried.
"I'm okay." I reassured him.
Edward left a soft kiss on my lips, turned to the kitchen and we got in hand in hand.
"Jay!" I heard Esme's sweet voice and looked towards the counter to find her serving a waffle to Mr. C as she gazed softly at me.
"You two done already?" Carlisle faked surprise. "You looked so busy, I thought you would take longer…" He hinted in a mocking tone, the same one Edward had inherited, and I wanted to turn back and hide.
"Daad!" Edward kind of reprimanded him in a whining. His father just laughed.
"No need to comment on their business, Carl." Esme added quickly, possibly noticing my unrest. Edward's father laughed harder. "Don't make them feel uncomfortable." Esme scolded him playfully. She too had a snicker on her lips. "And next time, try to remember to knock before barging in, or you'll walk in on heavier stuff.
They laughed together.
Edward's eyes were huge at his parents' antics.
"Could you two just pretend to be regular parents for five minutes and let me do this the right way? Please?" Edward asked with a slightly annoyed tone.
Esme was clearly controlling a giggle when Carlisle did an expansive curtsy with his hand and then winked at me. I was mortified but I had to stifle a laugh. The situation was funny.
Edward pulled me to his side, squeezing my hand a little.
"Mom, Dad, this is Jasper Hale, my boyfriend." He announced with a solemn tone, emphasizing the last part.
I took a deep breath, touched beyond words by my boyfriend's gesture.
I saw Esme coming in our direction. Edward let go of my hand as soon as she took me in her arms. I hugged her back with tenderness.
"I'm truly happy you're together." She whispered. "His heart couldn't have chosen better."
She backed away looking at me with so much love I had to fight some traitorous tears. I smiled bashfully at her.
"Don't mind my joking, you already know me." Carlisle said as he took a hold on my shoulders, a warm smile on his lips. I nodded smiling too. "Now, know that I will be right by your side," he affirmed looking from me to his son and back at me. "No matter what may come." I nodded again, losing the battle against the increasing humidity in my eyes that started to overflow. "I've always loved you like a son, Jay, you know that. So you can count on me. Don't ever forget that. I'm happy to see you both happy. I'm relieved to see that you two finally found the path to each other. It was about time." He finished with a sincere broad smile before patting both of my upper arms and giving room for Edward to step in front of me.
I was speechless. Mainly because I knew it would be extremely different once the time to present Edward as my boyfriend to my family came. I could feel the tears of joy (and a little bit of fear) streaming down my eyes, but before I could reach them with the back of my hands, Edward's lips were kissing them away with so much love and caring I didn't even get embarrassed that his parents were witnessing our PDA.
At that moment all I cared about was the fact that we were together and his family was more than okay with that. We had their support and the support of our best friends. It was a start.
