Title: A Boston Valentine
Rating NC-17 If you are underage go away now. Please.
Pairing: Edward and Jasper
Word Count: 5374
Tags: fic, AH, non-canon, slash, romance
Prompt(s): Our First Valentine’s Day
Warnings:Swearing, boysex, dirty talk, boysex, voyeurism
Summary: Jasper wants his first Valentine’s Day with Edward to be perfect.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Pre-read by the lovely OCDJen & beta’d Mrs. Aggett.
This was one of my entries for the No Stress Love Fest which was hosted by otta_ffn and naelany
~ooOoo~
Valentine’s Day is in a month and I have no idea what to do for Edward, or what to get him. This is our first Valentine’s Day as a couple, and it needs to be perfect. That leaves me with two options: call Edward’s best friend Rosalie or call his sister Alice. Rosalie wins, hands down. She's become a great friend and supporter of Edward and I. Alice, on the other hand, well, she's never really warmed up to me. She always looks at me like she thinks I'm going to hurt him. It may be because of her own past and the pain she’s dealt with. She knows how it feels to be devastated, to be broken. She’s lived with the nightmares and the sleepless nights. The fact that she harbors bad feelings is understandable, to a point. Edward and I love each other and are committed to making our relationship work. The bond we have is so much stronger than we ever could have imagined. Yet, Alice doesn't see that. That's why I'm going to Rose. She'll know what to do.
Edward is at class and not due home for another four hours. Plenty of time for me to drive over and talk to Rose. It's a quick ride from our home to hers. Edward's desire to stay in the Concord area hadn't left us with many options regarding housing, if we wanted out of an apartment that is. We lucked out and managed to find the perfect place in West Concord. It's a Victorian house that was converted into condos a few years ago. It's got three units, all of which have garage parking. We have the top floor. It has high ceilings and original wood flooring. It's gorgeous and quickly became home to the two of us. The location puts us about three miles from Emmett and Rose's house and about five from Alice’s apartment.
Pulling into the Rose’s driveway, I spot Esme's car parked in front of the garage. Huh, wonder what Edward’s mom is doing here. Maybe I should have called first. As I approach the front door I pause, Rose wouldn't mind if I just walked in; but with Esme here I'm not willing to risk barging in on a personal conversation. So, that leaves me one option. Pulling out my cell phone, I send Rose a text message.
At the front door. Don't want to interrupt. Do you have a minute or should I come back later?
No sooner had I hit send then I heard Rose's voice yelling from inside.
"Get your ass back here, Whitlock," Esme's laughter can be heard in the background.
Flushing just a bit, I make my way to kitchen. She and Esme are sitting next to each other, staring at a small picture. Both have tears in their eyes. What the hell have I walked in to?
"Uh....I can come back later if this is a bad time....."
Esme shakes her head and dabs at her eyes as Rose just points to one of the open chairs.
"Sit, Whitlock."
Not wanting to upset her, I sit quietly and wait for her to lead the conversation. It takes a few moments, during which she and Esme sniffle and giggle of all things. Being a bit slow, it takes me a few minutes to realize they're crying happy tears. That makes me study the back of the picture they're staring at. It's not a normal 8x5 picture, this one is longer and curled at the edges and the paper seems a bit thinner than normal. Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
My eyes flash up and meet Rose's watery gaze. She's beaming, her smile lighting the whole room with happiness. Of all the dumb luck, I've managed to barge in on Rose and Esme sharing an extremely personal moment. Talk about wanting the floor to open up and swallow you.
"Jasper," Rose says quietly, "you will not breathe a word of this to Edward. Understand?"
My head is nodding in agreement before she even finishes the question.
"I won't say a thing. I swear."
She smiles. "Good. Em and I were planning on telling the family tonight at dinner, but....well....Esme came by to take me to lunch and I just had to share. And now, well, now you know too....I just...I want to be the one to tell Edward."
She's crying again. Esme pulls her in for a hug as I reach over and take her hand in mine.
"Hey, it's okay, Rose. I won't say a word."
She nods and sniffles then straightens herself and regains her composure.
"Right, good. Okay then." Sniffle. "So, what exactly did you come by for, Jasper?" Rose asks.
Esme has cleaned up her tears and is sitting back in her chair, waiting for my response.
"Ah, well....I ah....I came to ask for help," I stammer out.
Esme smiles as Rose cocks an eyebrow at me. "Help with what, exactly?"
"Valentine’s Day. I want it to be special and I can't think of what to do. Help, please." I ask, looking at them both.
Rose smiles, but it's Esme that starts talking. "Do you have any ideas, dear? Or are you at a total loss?"
Laughing, I reply, "Well, I'd love to take him away, but with school and work that's not possible. I mean, we could do a weekend away I guess, but I still don't know the area well enough to know where to go."
Esme smiles again, pleased that I have given this at least some thought.
"How much do you want to spend?" Rose asks. Trust her to be blunt and to the point.
"Money really doesn't matter. I've got plenty from work. Did you have something in mind?"
Rose nods and looks at Esme. "The Boston Harbor Hotel."
"Oh, Rose....that's perfect!" Esme says, smiling.
Rose looks at me and says, "It's right on the harbor and has great views of the city. Emmett and I spent a weekend there two years ago. We had a suite with a balcony. It was very romantic."
Rose and Esme proceed to tell me more about the hotel and it's amenities. It sounds like the perfect place for Edward and I to spend a romantic weekend together. We grab Rose's laptop and log on to the hotel site and book a Greenway suite. My mind relaxes as soon as I receive the email confirmation. Now, is there anything else I want to plan while we're there, or do I want to let him decide? Checking out some of the local attractions, I find myself at the Celtic’s website. Turns out they’ll be in town that week and have tickets available. Without even thinking about it, I buy two tickets for seats for the game closest to Valentine’s Day. Edward loves the Celtic’s and we've not had the chance to get to any games yet this season.
There are a few other places I think he may want to go to, but if I really have my way, we won't be leaving the suite all that much.
Time seems to fly by and before I know it, it's the week of Valentine’s Day. Edward knows not to make any plans for the weekend, that much I told him, but he has no idea exactly what we're doing. Saturday dawns, bright and sunny. It's a beautiful day, not too cold, a crisp February day in New England. I surprise Edward with breakfast in bed, light fluffy pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, orange juice and fresh berries with cream. A single red rose in a bud vase and his card are included with the assortment of food.
Quietly walking into our bedroom, I place the tray of goodies on the bureau. Making my way to the bed, I take a moment to study my sleeping god. He is perfect. Pale peach colored flesh lying silken against the dark blue sheets. His hair, tousled and mussed gleaming auburn in the early morning light. His red lips are pursed as if awaiting a kiss. He is laying on his stomach, his firm ass covered by the smallest slip of cloth; it would be a crime to call it clothing. He's taken to wearing the most revealing underwear knowing they drive me crazy.
His left arm is curled under the pillow, his right is draped across the bed, resting where my body normally would lay. His fingers are gently curled in the sheets. As if sensing my presence, his hand begins to move, reaching across the bed, searching for me.
"Jas...." he mumbles, with his eyes still closed against the morning light.
"Right here, Edward."
"Come back to bed..." he asks, patting the bed next to him.
Laughing, I reply, "I will, but you need to sit up first."
He moans and buries his face in his pillow. "Don wanna." His voice is muffled by the pillow, but I catch what he says.
Laughing again, I say, "I have food......pancakes and bacon...."
He groans but rolls over and sits up. The promise of food, bacon especially, works every time.
Taking the tray, I walk over and place it across his lap before climbing into the bed with him. Leaning over, I kiss him once, on the cheek.
He grants me a sleepy smile as he reaches for a slice of bacon. He eyes the tray and spots his card. He looks at me and nods towards the card.
"May I open that now, or do I need to wait until after breakfast?"
Shrugging my shoulders to hide my nerves, I look at him and say, "Open it whenever you want, babe."
He squints at me as if trying to decipher my mood. With a small nod, he leaves the card on the tray and begins eating. He hums his approval of the flavors as he tucks in. We sit and eat, quietly talking about school and our families. Soon enough, the food is gone and all that remains is his card.
He gingerly lifts it off the tray and after a quick glance at me, he opens it. It's a simple card, the front adorned with an artistic drawing of a heart. Inside is a hand written note from me, as well as another envelope with the Celtic’s tickets and hotel reservation information. He sets the envelope down and reads the note first. My foot begins to twitch and bob as my nerves thrum. He is quiet as he reads the note, his face calm and smooth. He finishes the note and closes the card, resting it back on the tray. He raises his head and turns to look at me, tears pooling in his eyes. His left hand reaches up and gently traces my mouth as he leans in for a gentle kiss.
We part after a moment and he looks up at me. While there are tears in his eyes, it is the love that I see that overwhelms me.
"Jasper....." he stops and takes a breath. "That was beautiful. Thank you. I love you so much. Your words....I don't know what to say. Thank you."
With tears in my eyes, I lean forward and rest my forehead against his. "I meant every word. You are my life, my love, my heart."
We sit and gaze into each others eyes, lost in the love of the moment. Fingers tangle together, lips meet in brief tender kisses.
With a sigh, he leans back. Taking a moment, I move the tray to the floor. Sitting back against the pillows, he reaches down and picks up the envelope. He looks at me with a smile.
"Is this going to make me cry too?"
Laughing, I shake my head, no.
He opens the envelope and looks at the contents, his eyes getting wider by the second. His head whips around and he looks at me, a huge smile gracing his beautiful face.
"We're staying at The Boston Harbor Hotel for the weekend? And going to see the Celtic’s game Sunday? Damn, J! Thank you!"
He launches himself at me, grabbing me and kissing me thoroughly. We laugh and make out and begin to plan our weekend.
Hours later, we're sitting at the Rowe Warf Sea Grille eating the most delicious dinner. We checked in to the hotel a couple of hours ago and took full advantage of the well appointed shower. So far we've shared an order of Cod Filled Corn Empanadas and Crème Fraîche Salad. For our main course Edward has Caramelized Jumbo Sea Scallops, Black Quinoa and Red Kuri Squash Sauce and I have the Grilled Atlantic Swordfish Medallion, Jasmine Rice and Curry Coconut Essence. The food is beyond amazing. Our table is quiet except for the clink of silverware and our hushed hums and ahhs over the flavors. Somehow we manage to save room for dessert and split a Duet of Melted Caramel Custard and Chocolate Espresso Pot De Crème. That, along with coffee, push us straight into a food coma. We slowly make our way to the suite and after changing into our sleep pants and t-shirts, sit on the sofa and talk quietly for a couple of hours.
We make love slowly that night, slowly savoring each other's bodies. Our sleep is replenishing, leaving us ready to face the day at the Garden. It is another bright and sunny day, though much colder than the day before. It’s a perfect to be inside watching a basketball game. We walk from the hotel to the ball park, stopping to play tourist and take pictures along the way.
The Garden is packed as usual and it takes us a bit to reach our seats, but once we do.....wow! Our seats are in the Club section at midcourt. Edward grins like a twelve year old the entire time. He eats like one as well, munching on nachos, and popcorn, and soda. It's a great game; the score is tied 111-111 against the Miami Heat with 3 seconds to go. Kevin Garnett has the ball. He shoots and scores a beautiful three pointer just as the buzzer sounds. The arena goes nuts, fans screaming and cheering, as team share high-fives.
We leave The Garden on cloud nine and make our way back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. We have reservations at Meritage and there is no way we are missing out on the spectacular food there.
Leaving the suite, I'm not able to tear my eyes away from Edward. He looks amazing in a charcoal colored suit and white shirt. His tie is dark green and sets off his eyes perfectly. In a word, Edward looks fuckhot. The Maître d' agrees with my assessment, as he blatantly ogles my man right in front of me. Not one to tolerate such behavior, I step in and whisper in his ear.
"If you want to keep those eyes in your head, you'll stop staring at my boyfriend like that." My eyes blaze with anger as I stare him down. He gulps, loudly, and calls for one of the waitstaff to show us to our table. Minutes later, we're presented with a bottle of champagne, compliments of Sebastien, the Maître d’.
Dinner is amazing. The food is sublime. We start with Pan Seared Tarragon Jumbo Shrimp Lemon Taglierini and Roasted Red Pepper Coulis. Edward has the Black Pepper Rolled Seared Rare Yellowfin Tuna with Zinfandel Butter Sauce and I have the Wood Grilled Filet Mignon with Soft Whipped Potatoes and Horseradish Onion Cream Meritage Syrup.
Deciding we want to spend some time alone, we arrange to have dessert and coffee sent to our suite. We have enough time to shower and change before everything is delivered. Then, sitting in front of the fire, we share the White Fruit Tasting Plate. The Coconut Sorbet Dacquise Sandwich is to die for. Once again, bordering on food comas, we sit and enjoy the sounds of Boston at night. We fall asleep sitting together on the sofa, waking only when the sun rises.
It's the perfect way to start our last full day, sitting together watching the sun rise over Boston Harbor. The slowly rising sun bathes my beautiful Edward in soft golden light. He leans in to me and kisses me, slowly and softly.
"This has been the best Valentine’s Day, Jasper. Thank you."
"It's been my pleasure, Edward," I reply, as I lean towards him.
We sit and watch dawn break, then make our way inside to shower and dress. Edward wants to walk around the North End and then head to Faneuil Hall Marketplace. We have fun playing tourist, buying silly souvenirs and taking pictures everywhere. We must have walked for ten miles, but we loved every second of it. I tell Edward early in the day that we have to be back to the hotel by 5:30PM. By then, we are both freezing and more than happy to be back. We share a shower and are just getting dressed when there is a knock on the door. Edward answers and gasps in surprise.
He steps back as a hotel staff person wheels in our dinner. She sets up the table in front of the balcony doors and quickly leaves, a grin evident on her face.
Holding out a hand, I ask Edward to join me. Blinking back tears, he takes my hand and lets me lead him to the table. We sit and eat more spectacular food from Meritage. We eat and talk and share sweet kisses. It is heaven. Dinner is soon over, and then the real fun begins.
During dinner Edward hands me a card and a small box. He watches with worried eyes as I read the card. It is lovely. A simple picture of a rose and his hand written words expressing his love for me. My fingers tremble slightly as I unwrap the box. Inside are two plane tickets to Texas for this summer. Beneath the tickets is a note from my Mama. Edward has arranged for he and I to go visit my family for three weeks in June. It will be his first trip there, and his first time meeting my parents face to face.
With tears in my eyes I lean over and kiss him gently on the lips.
“Thank you, Edward. This is.....it’s perfect,” I say.
He smiles and takes my hand. “I’m so glad you like it. Your Mom was over the moon when I asked if she thought you’d like it.”
“I love it, babe. I love it, and you....so very much,” I murmur as I lean in for another kiss.
The hotel staff have just finished clearing away the remains of our dinner, leaving Edward and I alone in our suite once more. The suite is dark, the only light coming from a few randomly placed candles in the bedroom and on the balcony. We stay seated at the table by the balcony and enjoy the night time view of the Boston skyline. Edward finishes his champagne and places his empty glass on the table between us. Leaning forward, I placed a gentle kiss on his neck.
"Do you want more, babe?" I ask.
He shakes his head and leans back, resting his head on my shoulder. His fingers reach up to tangle in mine. We sit quietly for a few moments, simply enjoying the peace and the comfort of being together. After a few moments, Edward turns and kisses the side of my mouth.
"Thanks for a wonderful day, Jasper," he whispers.
Smiling, I disentangle my hands and rise, moving to stand in front of him. "It's not over yet, Edward."
Holding out a hand, I ask him to stand and join me. He smiles at me and takes my hand before rising to stand with me. Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him closer. Looking in his eyes, I see his joy and his love. The immensity of his feelings never ceases to amaze me. How did I get so lucky, he loves me as much as I love him. Leaning forward, I kiss him, softly, gently, pouring my love into one sweet kiss. He hums out a quiet sigh before opening his mouth to me. Our tongues meet as we languidly explore each others mouths. He tastes of the champagne and of the strawberries we've just finished. Sweet, my love's mouth is so sweet. It makes me wonder if the champagne will taste as sweet everywhere.
My hands move to the waist band of his pants and I begin tugging his shirt out. My fingers quickly undo the buttons of his shirt and soon enough I am pushing the garment from his shoulders and dropping it to the ground. His skin is like silk beneath my fingers, smooth and cool. I could touch him forever.
My lips move across his jaw and down his neck as my fingers stroke up and down his back. Teeth and nails scrape and tease his sensitive flesh. He moans in appreciation.
"Jasper....please."
Smiling, I lean down and begin kissing and licking his left nipple. He arches into my mouth with a whimper.
His hands pull me back up, and he kisses me with a fierceness rarely displayed.
"Damn it Jasper....want you....here....now!"
He kisses me again and quickly removes my shirt. Our pants follow and soon we are naked in each others arms, touching and teasing, slowly stoking the fire of our passion. Gently, I begin pushing him backwards until he bumps into the table. He hisses as his naked backside makes contact with the cool wood of the table.
'Sorry babe," I say. "It's gonna get worse in a second."
He quirks an eyebrow at me then gapes as I pick him up and sit him on the table.
"Fuck! Jasper, what the hell?"
Laughing, I lean in and kiss him. "Shhh, you big baby. It'll warm up in a minute."
He pouts at me. "It's not funny. The table is cold." He pauses, then gives me a wicked grin and a wink. "You might have to do something to distract me..."
"Oh really?" I ask. "Such as....." leaving off as I begin trailing kisses down his torso. Grabbing a cushion from one of the chairs, I throw it on the floor in front of me. Kneeling down, I am now at the perfect level, eye to 'eye' with his glorious cock. He's already so hard for me. It won't take much to get him off....this time.
My hands rest on his thighs, pushing his legs open just a bit to give me better access. My thumbs stroke the base of his cock as I lean in and begin teasing his balls with my lips and my tongue.
"Oh....god....Jasper...." Edward moans from above. He's leaning back on his left hand while his right is buried in my hair, softly massaging my scalp. The sensation sends shivers down my spine. I respond by licking the underside of his cock, from base to tip, before taking just the tip in my mouth and sucking, hard.
"Oh God! Jasper...please...."
Enjoying his reaction, I begin taking his cock in my mouth. Slowly, I work him in, bobbing up and down, sucking him in and swallowing around his head. His hips begin to move, thrusting gently off the table. He is gorgeous. His head is thrown back, hand fisted in my hair, as he begins to fuck my mouth.
"Ugh....good...so good....love your mouth...."
Placing my hands on his thighs, I relax my jaw and let him take his pleasure. He is as gentle as he can be as he claims my mouth. As he gets closer to his release, I increase the level of suction. My right hand reaches down and begins playing with his balls, tugging gently.
"Jasper!" He yells my name as he climaxes hard in my mouth. Swallowing most of his hot cum, I hold a small amount in my mouth. Standing quickly, I grab him and pull him forward and kiss him, sharing my treasure. He hums in my mouth, savoring the taste of his essence in my mouth.
"Mmmm, God, Jasper. So good..." Edward murmurs against my lips.
After one final kiss, I pull back and grin at him. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet, Edward." Bending down, I rifle through the pile of clothing until I find my pants and retrieve the lube and condom I had been carrying. Standing, I walk to the other side of the table and pick up the half full bottle of champagne.
"Thirsty?" Edward asks with a grin.
Walking back to the table, I lean in and kiss him once on the lips.
"Mmmm, a little bit. Now, lay back and let me quench my thirst."
He shoots me a puzzled glance, but complies. Hissing again as his bare skin meets the cool top of the table, he lays there, waiting, beautifully open to me. Placing the lube and condom by his hip, I lean over my love and began kissing and licking his abdomen.
"Mmmmm....Edward, you taste so good. But somethings missing..."
He looks up at me and smiles, finally realizing why I have the champagne.
"Oh, let me guess....I'm missing a certain fizz?"
Grinning at him, I nod and slowly pour champagne over his hot skin. My tongue darts out to lick it off his chest before it drips to the table. Pour....lick....pour....lick. Aiming delicately, I pour a few drops over his right nipple. My mouth immediately latches on to the sweet tight bud of flesh. Sucking gently, I remove all traces of the tart liquid.
"Ugh...Jasper..." he moans.
Using my teeth to nibble and tease, I continue my attack on this, his most responsive skin.
"Jasper...please....need more...." he says, his back arching up off the table.
Laughing, I release him from my mouth and move down his torso. My next target is his belly button and I pour a generous amount of champagne in the small dip of flesh. Leaning in, I begin lapping at the pool of liquid like a cat.
"Jesus, Jasper!"
He is hard again, his cock pressing into my chest as I assault his navel. We're both ready and eager for more. Moving further down his body, I pour champagne over his pelvis and watch as it rolls around his rigid cock and down over his balls. My mouth attacks, licking and sucking every last drop from his silken flesh.
Pausing, I look up at him and whisper, "Babe, shift back a bit. Pull your feet up so they're flat on the table."
His eyes remain closed as he moves. He is spectacular. His head is thrown back in pleasure, his skin glowing silver in the moonlight. He is perfection, and he is mine.
Tilting the bottle, I pour champagne directly over his balls and watch as it flows down over his tight hole. My mouth resumes it's attack, licking and sucking, nibbling and teasing.
"Fuck!......Jasper....God....." he pants from above.
Flattening my tongue, I swipe over his puckered flesh with broad strokes. He writhes and bucks his hips up. My hands hold him still as my tongue begins pressing into his waiting hole.
"Oh God....ugh....Jasper....fuck....so good...."
His hands claw at the smooth glass table top, trying in vain to find some purchase. His body writhes in pleasure as my tongue pushes farther and farther into his body.
"Please....please Jasper....need you in me....please..."
This is what I've been waiting for, Edward at his breaking point.
Standing up, I grab the condom and make quick work of putting it on. Picking up the lube, I pour some in my hand and gently spread it over Edward's tight flesh.
"You ready, babe?" I ask.
"God, yes...please..." he whimpers.
Pressing one finger in, I begin pumping slowly. Quickly adding a second, I pump and twist, bringing him closer to the edge. Adding a third finger, I stretch him more, readying him for my cock.
He growls at me. "Jasper....fuck me....now....want your cock in me...."
Laughing a bit, I pull my fingers out. Flipping open the lube, I pour a generous amount directly on my aching cock. A few good strokes and I'm well coated. Placing my hands on his knees, I grab hold and push into him in one hard thrust.
"Fuck!" He screams as I groan in satisfaction. He is always so tight and so hot. We fit together perfectly.
He thrusts up, asking for more. My hips begin moving, and setting a tortuously slow pace, I thrust in and out. He wants no part of slow, begging me for more.
"Dammit, Jasper....fuck me....fuck me hard..."
"You want it hard?"
"Yes!" He shouts in frustration.
Grinning down at him, I reply, "What my love wants, my love gets." With that, my hips thrust harder, filling the air around us with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh.
"You like that, Edward.....you like my cock in your ass....you like it hard?"
"God....Jasper....yeah...." he moans.
Grabbing his legs, I lift them and wrap them around my waist as I lean over him. My hands grip the sides of the table hard, my knuckles turning white with the effort. With the added leverage and the change in angle, I am able to thrust deeper, hitting his sweet spot with every hard stroke.
"Ugh....Jasper....God....gonna cum...."
A few more thrusts and he's done for, cumming hard and shooting thick white ribbons of cum over his abdomen and chest.
"God...Edward!" I shout his name as I thrust one last time and fall over the edge. My arms give out and I collapse on top of him.
Moments later, I become aware of noise in the background. It sounds like clapping and....cheering? What the hell. Edward looks up at me, also perplexed about the noise. We stand and take care of cleaning up a bit before looking through the doors and across the balcony. It's easy to spot the source of the noise. It's a group of women on the balcony for the suite next to us. It's a good 20 yards away, but it has a clear view of ours. They've been able to see everything.
Edward and I look at each other, trying to figure out what to do. He's the color of a ripe tomato and I'm sure I'm about the same. Deciding to just let go and have fun, I look at the women and wave.
Opening the door, I yell "Thanks, ladies! Glad you enjoyed the show!"
Edward is chuckling as he tries to put his pants on.
The women laugh and I hear one of then say, "Now that’s the way to spend Valentine’s Day! I mean, come on! You can't beat watching to hot guys fuck each other senseless, can you?"
Their laughter is muted as they go back inside their room. Pushing Edward towards the bathroom, I said, "Go, shower and get ready for bed. I'll clean up out here and be in in a minute."
He kisses me and turns and walks inside. Gathering our clothes, I can't help but think that while this may have been Edward's Valentine’s present, I have experienced so much joy and happiness that it feels like mine as well. With that thought in my head, I walk to the bathroom to shower with my love.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
To Be, One
To Be, One
Pairing: Edward & you'll have to read to find out.
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: T
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author's Note: This is a short birthday o/s for My name is Seren Dipity.. She is one of the nicest and sweetest authors on ffn, and I adore her.
~ooOoo~
To Be, One
The moon hangs high in the sky, golden and full. It calls to me, pulling me from my self imposed isolation.
Venturing outside for the first time since he left, I run, fast and hard, to the cliffs. My speed does not decrease as they come into view. No, I continue running full out until I'm hurtling through the air towards the crashing ocean below.
My body slices through the water with ease as I avoid the jagged rocks. Grabbing on to a large boulder I swing myself up and out of the water, landing on the steep cliff wall. The climb up is longer than the fall down, but for me it's still effortless.
Finally back on top of the cliff, I sit and watch the moon. Golden light dances over the waves, looking like gems sparkling on velvet. It is beautiful. I know this, and yet it does not make me yearn or ache. It does not make me feel. No, that ability left me when he did.
He was the one that convinced me I had a heart, a soul. Then he ran away, and my heart went with him. My 'family' followed soon after. Alice said it was meant to be, but I know she lied. She had manipulated us for years with her visions. I went along with most of them because it was easier, that and I just didn't care.
This time though, this time I wanted to care, I just didn't have the energy to try. They left, and I stayed in my room for days. The only time I left was to feed, and then only enough to sustain myself. Then it was back to my room and the silence.
Sitting on the cliff I realized how loud the silence really was. Sounds crazy, right? But when you're used to hearing voices all the time and then they're all gone it's a bit of a shock. The silence screamed at me. Between it and the moon I had no choice, I had to leave my room.
Now, here I sit, listening to the pack as they watch over me. They're worried, even Jacob and he hates me. They know I can hear them, and try to send me reassuring thoughts. Surprisingly, it's Paul and Leah that are the most worried. They both walk out from the trees, and sit on either side of me.
We must be a sight, that's for sure. Two giant wolves and a man that glows in the moonlight. It sure as hell beats sparkling in the sun though.
They spend the rest of the night filling my head with the events of the past two months. We watch the moon as it slowly sinks into the ocean, and the sky behind us begins to lighten. There is comfort here, in the presence of my one time enemies. We are bonded now, through battle and blood, we have become family. Paul is the one that tries to make me understand and accept that. He's the one that tries to make me see that my life isn't over.
It is shortly after dawn when Embry shifts and calls Leah home. He won't say why she's needed, just that Sam wants her home ASAP. Paul elects to stay with me, and actually convinces me to go hunting.
We run through the trees, testing each others agility and speed. It is the first time I've had fun since 'he' left.
We find a small herd of deer grazing in Bella's meadow. Paul plays guard dog while I drain them, one by one. He phases back and helps me dress the carcasses. We bury the remains and carry the meat back to Sam's house. It's become a part of our routine now, not wasting a kill when it can still provide sustenance to the pack. Symbiosis, the new nature of our relationship.
We cross the border into La Push when Jacob appears. He is agitated, his thoughts are disjointed and running a mile a minute. There is one he is trying to hide though, one that keeps jumping to the surface no matter how hard he tries. 'He' is back.
My body freezes in it's tracks as I try to process this. It's too much, my mind isn't ready, my emotions are still too raw. Leaving the deer meat, I turn and run for my house. My room is there, and that will be enough. I don't need the pack, not if it means hearing about him in their thoughts. The house is good, it's my sanctuary. They will not disturb me there. Sam has forbidden it.
I make it half way before I feel him, his mind eases into mine like a missing puzzle piece. There is comfort in feeling him again, and then the pain comes. The pain of his denial. The pain of him shutting me out. Of him leaving. My legs move faster as I try to outrun his thoughts. He will have none of it though. He screams at me, begging me to stop. Three words keep repeating, getting louder and louder as he closes in on me.
Sorry. Forgive. Love.
My steps falter as he gets closer. His words become clearer.
I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. I love you, Edward.
And then he's there, standing before me. His golden brown eyes lock onto mine as he walks towards me. He stops less than a foot away. My body shudders as I feel the heat radiating off of his. How I long to be surrounded by that sweet, sweet fire.
"Edward, please...listen to me, please..." he begs. "I'm sorry. I know it's probably not enough, but I was scared. I let my fear take control and I ran, but I was wrong. I knew it even as I was leaving. I love you and nothing will ever change that. Please..."
I watch the tears stream down his face as he pleads for my forgiveness. How can I not forgive him. He is my mate, my bonded, my love.
Stepping forward, I gather him in my arms. He sighs and melts into me. We cling to each other, neither of us speaking.
Eventually we ease apart, though never letting go of each other.
He looks at me and smiles. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
I pause, but only briefly. "Promise me, Seth. Promise me you'll never leave me again. Promise me we'll be together, forever."
He takes my face in his hands and looks deep into my eyes, "I promise."
It is enough. We walk to the house, hand in hand, to begin our forever.
Pairing: Edward & you'll have to read to find out.
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: T
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author's Note: This is a short birthday o/s for My name is Seren Dipity.. She is one of the nicest and sweetest authors on ffn, and I adore her.
~ooOoo~
To Be, One
The moon hangs high in the sky, golden and full. It calls to me, pulling me from my self imposed isolation.
Venturing outside for the first time since he left, I run, fast and hard, to the cliffs. My speed does not decrease as they come into view. No, I continue running full out until I'm hurtling through the air towards the crashing ocean below.
My body slices through the water with ease as I avoid the jagged rocks. Grabbing on to a large boulder I swing myself up and out of the water, landing on the steep cliff wall. The climb up is longer than the fall down, but for me it's still effortless.
Finally back on top of the cliff, I sit and watch the moon. Golden light dances over the waves, looking like gems sparkling on velvet. It is beautiful. I know this, and yet it does not make me yearn or ache. It does not make me feel. No, that ability left me when he did.
He was the one that convinced me I had a heart, a soul. Then he ran away, and my heart went with him. My 'family' followed soon after. Alice said it was meant to be, but I know she lied. She had manipulated us for years with her visions. I went along with most of them because it was easier, that and I just didn't care.
This time though, this time I wanted to care, I just didn't have the energy to try. They left, and I stayed in my room for days. The only time I left was to feed, and then only enough to sustain myself. Then it was back to my room and the silence.
Sitting on the cliff I realized how loud the silence really was. Sounds crazy, right? But when you're used to hearing voices all the time and then they're all gone it's a bit of a shock. The silence screamed at me. Between it and the moon I had no choice, I had to leave my room.
Now, here I sit, listening to the pack as they watch over me. They're worried, even Jacob and he hates me. They know I can hear them, and try to send me reassuring thoughts. Surprisingly, it's Paul and Leah that are the most worried. They both walk out from the trees, and sit on either side of me.
We must be a sight, that's for sure. Two giant wolves and a man that glows in the moonlight. It sure as hell beats sparkling in the sun though.
They spend the rest of the night filling my head with the events of the past two months. We watch the moon as it slowly sinks into the ocean, and the sky behind us begins to lighten. There is comfort here, in the presence of my one time enemies. We are bonded now, through battle and blood, we have become family. Paul is the one that tries to make me understand and accept that. He's the one that tries to make me see that my life isn't over.
It is shortly after dawn when Embry shifts and calls Leah home. He won't say why she's needed, just that Sam wants her home ASAP. Paul elects to stay with me, and actually convinces me to go hunting.
We run through the trees, testing each others agility and speed. It is the first time I've had fun since 'he' left.
We find a small herd of deer grazing in Bella's meadow. Paul plays guard dog while I drain them, one by one. He phases back and helps me dress the carcasses. We bury the remains and carry the meat back to Sam's house. It's become a part of our routine now, not wasting a kill when it can still provide sustenance to the pack. Symbiosis, the new nature of our relationship.
We cross the border into La Push when Jacob appears. He is agitated, his thoughts are disjointed and running a mile a minute. There is one he is trying to hide though, one that keeps jumping to the surface no matter how hard he tries. 'He' is back.
My body freezes in it's tracks as I try to process this. It's too much, my mind isn't ready, my emotions are still too raw. Leaving the deer meat, I turn and run for my house. My room is there, and that will be enough. I don't need the pack, not if it means hearing about him in their thoughts. The house is good, it's my sanctuary. They will not disturb me there. Sam has forbidden it.
I make it half way before I feel him, his mind eases into mine like a missing puzzle piece. There is comfort in feeling him again, and then the pain comes. The pain of his denial. The pain of him shutting me out. Of him leaving. My legs move faster as I try to outrun his thoughts. He will have none of it though. He screams at me, begging me to stop. Three words keep repeating, getting louder and louder as he closes in on me.
Sorry. Forgive. Love.
My steps falter as he gets closer. His words become clearer.
I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. I love you, Edward.
And then he's there, standing before me. His golden brown eyes lock onto mine as he walks towards me. He stops less than a foot away. My body shudders as I feel the heat radiating off of his. How I long to be surrounded by that sweet, sweet fire.
"Edward, please...listen to me, please..." he begs. "I'm sorry. I know it's probably not enough, but I was scared. I let my fear take control and I ran, but I was wrong. I knew it even as I was leaving. I love you and nothing will ever change that. Please..."
I watch the tears stream down his face as he pleads for my forgiveness. How can I not forgive him. He is my mate, my bonded, my love.
Stepping forward, I gather him in my arms. He sighs and melts into me. We cling to each other, neither of us speaking.
Eventually we ease apart, though never letting go of each other.
He looks at me and smiles. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
I pause, but only briefly. "Promise me, Seth. Promise me you'll never leave me again. Promise me we'll be together, forever."
He takes my face in his hands and looks deep into my eyes, "I promise."
It is enough. We walk to the house, hand in hand, to begin our forever.
Moving On
Moving On
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: R for language
AH,AU, Angst and Drama
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: This was originally written for the Fandom Against Domestic Violence compilation.
~ooOoo~
Edward sat in his car trying to calm his racing pulse. He knew Jasper was less than twenty feet away, waiting for him. Edward drew in a deep breath, and held it for a minute in one last ditch attempt to control his emotions. He opened the door, and got out of the car as he exhaled. He was as ready as he was going to be.
He slowly walked around the car and across the lush grass to the tree where Jasper waited. Edward shivered against a sudden gust of wind. His hair flashed bronze and gold in the bright summer sunlight. Silently, he moved across the grass until he finally stood in front of Jasper.
"Hey, Jasper," he said quietly, "it's been a while, huh?"
"Yeah, it sure has." Jasper smiled as he took in Edward's appearance. He had changed so much in two years. Gone was the shy, gangly nineteen year old he knew. Standing in front of him was a man who was comfortable in his skin. Tall and fit, Edward had become the man Jasper always knew was buried under the awkward teen-age skin.
"Um, so Alice has been after me to come and see you for a while. I, ah......shit...." Edward's voice hitched as he tried to settle his emotions. His left hand flew to his mouth, as if to trap the sobs that were threatening to escape.
Jasper took a step forward, arm outstretched as he reached for Edward.
"Damn it!" Edward yelled as he turned away. "Just....ugh....just need to get through this..." he pleaded.
Jasper lowered his arm, and took a step back.
"It's okay, Edward. I understand. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."
Edward took a deep breath and exhaled, then another, and another. He managed to regain his composure, and turned back to where Jasper waited.
"I knew this was going to be hard, but damn, I guess I wasn't as ready as I thought." He frowned, irritated that he had broken so quickly, "Okay, let's try this again."
Jasper waited, knowing there was so much to be said.
Edward looked up, his green eyes flashing with anger and pain. "You left me." he said in voice laden with emotion, "You just left. No good-bye, no explanation, you were just gone. Do you have any idea what that did to me?"
Jasper nodded, tears in his eyes. "I know, baby, I know."
"Do you have any idea what that did to me?" Edward repeated, his voice thick with tears, "I was a mess. The first three months I barely existed. Alice and Emmett had to force me to eat and bathe. They took care of me even though they were broken too. It was hell, for all of us. You just left us....me...alone...so very much alone. Those first few months I was numb, I felt....empty, and then one day I woke up and the numbness was gone. I started feeling again. God, it hurt. It hurt so much I begged for the numbness to come back and make it go away. But it didn't. The pain stayed, and with it came anger. So much anger, Jasper. I wanted to scream and rage at you, to find out how you could just leave me like that. What did I do to make you leave me like that? Why didn't you come back to me?"
Edward's breath hitched again as tears slowly rolled down his face. His eyes, so full of anguish and pain, looked towards the sky.
Jasper ached to step forward and take Edward in his arms, but he knew it wasn't the right time. Edward wasn't ready, not yet. So he stayed still and waited for Edward to continue.
"That's when the self destructive behavior started. It felt like I was nothing without you, and there was no point in existing. Whiskey was quickly becoming my best friend. That is until Emmett and Alice stepped in and saved me. Alice stopped me from trashing everything you left behind, all the pictures and the clothes, the silly mementos of our life together. She knew I'd end up regretting it someday. She was right, I would have. And Emmett, shit, Em dragged my sorry ass to the gym. He said there were better ways to work through my anger, like weight lifting and swimming. He told me that it was just as easy to kill myself in the gym as in a bottle, but I'd at least look good on the way out. He's responsible for transforming me from a scrawny wimp to this..." he said as he waved a hand up and down in front of himself.
Jasper grinned. "I'll have to thank him. You look great."
Edward blushed and continued on, "So, I worked through the anger. It took a while, but I finally realized that it wasn't my fault that you were gone, and there wasn't anything I could do to bring you back. It was hard, but the anger slowly went away. The pain though, oh the pain stayed. It gnawed at me night and day. It felt like it would never end. Working out wasn't helping as much anymore so I decided to focus on school. My parents made me withdraw that first semester after....I missed too many classes and frankly just didn't see the point anymore. So, I had plenty of work to do if I wanted to graduate on schedule. A nearly full summer semester, and some extra classes in the fall, and I was caught up."
He paused for a moment, "Graduation was a month ago. I graduated with honors."
Jasper grinned, eyes flashing with delight. "Good for you, Edward! It doesn't surprise me, though. You've always been the smart one."
Edward looked down, his body tense. When he spoke again his voice was quiet, barely a whisper. "It was during graduation that it finally hit me. My eyes kept scanning the crowd, looking for something. It nearly broke me when I realized it was you. But you weren't there. You weren't there to celebrate with, or to share that day with. My breath caught as I waited for the pain, and it came, but it wasn't the same. It was a dull ache, it hit me hard, but it didn't cripple me like before. It was then that I finally accepted that there was never going to be a Jasper and Edward again. Those days were gone and it was now it was just Edward. It's also when I finally accepted that there wasn't anything you could have done. What happened, happened. There's no way to change it and put things back the way they were."
He paused, gathering his thoughts before he moved on. Jasper stood silently and waited. This was Edward's time, not his.
"Rose and I had a conversation about my realizations later that same day. She told me I was being an idiot, and that I didn't have to be alone. She pointed across the room at friend of mine, and told me he was waiting for me. She said that he had been waiting for me for a few months. It seemed crazy to me, that someone wanted me enough to wait, but your sister is...well, persistent works, I guess. She told me that it was okay, and that I needed to start living my life and to take a chance. She was right. He and I talked that night, and he admitted that he had feelings for me. His name is Harry. He's sweet and smart and he has a wicked sense of humor. We're moving slowly, but Jasper, I think I'm falling in love with him."
Edward paused for a moment, drawing a deep breath before continuing, "That's why I finally agreed with Alice and came here today. I need my good-bye....."
Edward's eyes filled with tears. He turned away, shoulders hunched and shaking as he choked back a sob. His arms wrapped around his torso, as if to hold in the pain. Jasper stepped forward, placing a hand on Edward's shoulder.
"It's okay, Edward. You need to move forward. You deserve to be happy. Please, babe...stop crying, it's okay."
Edward turned, his eyes wide as he looked forward, "Jasper...." he whispered, "God, I still miss you. I wish...."
"I know, babe, I know. I do too." Jasper said as he reached up and wiped the tears from Edward's face.
Edward leaned in to Jasper's touch, "You know I'll always love you." he whispered.
Jasper smiled, "And I'll always love you, Edward."
Edward slowly stepped back, withdrawing from Jasper's arms. "It's time though, right? This is it, this is good-bye."
Jasper nodded as he whispered, "This is good-bye."
Edward nodded his head once, "Okay then." He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Good-bye, Jasper."
"Good-bye, Edward," Jasper said as he watched Edward walk back to his car.
Edward paused and looked back. He saw Jasper standing under the tree, his blond hair shining in the summer sun, blue eyes flashing as he smiled and waved. Edward blinked and Jasper was gone. All that remained was the black granite stone, proclaiming Jasper a beloved son, brother and friend, Taken too soon from this earth.
"Good-bye, Jasper. You'll always hold a piece of my heart," he said as he opened the door to his car. He smiled as he felt the gentle press of lips on his cheek. A sense of peace settled over him as he drove home to his family, and his future.
A/N: If you'd like to learn more about the Fandom Against Domestic Violence, please visit their blog:
fandomagainstdomesticviolence.blogspot.com/
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: R for language
AH,AU, Angst and Drama
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: This was originally written for the Fandom Against Domestic Violence compilation.
~ooOoo~
Edward sat in his car trying to calm his racing pulse. He knew Jasper was less than twenty feet away, waiting for him. Edward drew in a deep breath, and held it for a minute in one last ditch attempt to control his emotions. He opened the door, and got out of the car as he exhaled. He was as ready as he was going to be.
He slowly walked around the car and across the lush grass to the tree where Jasper waited. Edward shivered against a sudden gust of wind. His hair flashed bronze and gold in the bright summer sunlight. Silently, he moved across the grass until he finally stood in front of Jasper.
"Hey, Jasper," he said quietly, "it's been a while, huh?"
"Yeah, it sure has." Jasper smiled as he took in Edward's appearance. He had changed so much in two years. Gone was the shy, gangly nineteen year old he knew. Standing in front of him was a man who was comfortable in his skin. Tall and fit, Edward had become the man Jasper always knew was buried under the awkward teen-age skin.
"Um, so Alice has been after me to come and see you for a while. I, ah......shit...." Edward's voice hitched as he tried to settle his emotions. His left hand flew to his mouth, as if to trap the sobs that were threatening to escape.
Jasper took a step forward, arm outstretched as he reached for Edward.
"Damn it!" Edward yelled as he turned away. "Just....ugh....just need to get through this..." he pleaded.
Jasper lowered his arm, and took a step back.
"It's okay, Edward. I understand. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."
Edward took a deep breath and exhaled, then another, and another. He managed to regain his composure, and turned back to where Jasper waited.
"I knew this was going to be hard, but damn, I guess I wasn't as ready as I thought." He frowned, irritated that he had broken so quickly, "Okay, let's try this again."
Jasper waited, knowing there was so much to be said.
Edward looked up, his green eyes flashing with anger and pain. "You left me." he said in voice laden with emotion, "You just left. No good-bye, no explanation, you were just gone. Do you have any idea what that did to me?"
Jasper nodded, tears in his eyes. "I know, baby, I know."
"Do you have any idea what that did to me?" Edward repeated, his voice thick with tears, "I was a mess. The first three months I barely existed. Alice and Emmett had to force me to eat and bathe. They took care of me even though they were broken too. It was hell, for all of us. You just left us....me...alone...so very much alone. Those first few months I was numb, I felt....empty, and then one day I woke up and the numbness was gone. I started feeling again. God, it hurt. It hurt so much I begged for the numbness to come back and make it go away. But it didn't. The pain stayed, and with it came anger. So much anger, Jasper. I wanted to scream and rage at you, to find out how you could just leave me like that. What did I do to make you leave me like that? Why didn't you come back to me?"
Edward's breath hitched again as tears slowly rolled down his face. His eyes, so full of anguish and pain, looked towards the sky.
Jasper ached to step forward and take Edward in his arms, but he knew it wasn't the right time. Edward wasn't ready, not yet. So he stayed still and waited for Edward to continue.
"That's when the self destructive behavior started. It felt like I was nothing without you, and there was no point in existing. Whiskey was quickly becoming my best friend. That is until Emmett and Alice stepped in and saved me. Alice stopped me from trashing everything you left behind, all the pictures and the clothes, the silly mementos of our life together. She knew I'd end up regretting it someday. She was right, I would have. And Emmett, shit, Em dragged my sorry ass to the gym. He said there were better ways to work through my anger, like weight lifting and swimming. He told me that it was just as easy to kill myself in the gym as in a bottle, but I'd at least look good on the way out. He's responsible for transforming me from a scrawny wimp to this..." he said as he waved a hand up and down in front of himself.
Jasper grinned. "I'll have to thank him. You look great."
Edward blushed and continued on, "So, I worked through the anger. It took a while, but I finally realized that it wasn't my fault that you were gone, and there wasn't anything I could do to bring you back. It was hard, but the anger slowly went away. The pain though, oh the pain stayed. It gnawed at me night and day. It felt like it would never end. Working out wasn't helping as much anymore so I decided to focus on school. My parents made me withdraw that first semester after....I missed too many classes and frankly just didn't see the point anymore. So, I had plenty of work to do if I wanted to graduate on schedule. A nearly full summer semester, and some extra classes in the fall, and I was caught up."
He paused for a moment, "Graduation was a month ago. I graduated with honors."
Jasper grinned, eyes flashing with delight. "Good for you, Edward! It doesn't surprise me, though. You've always been the smart one."
Edward looked down, his body tense. When he spoke again his voice was quiet, barely a whisper. "It was during graduation that it finally hit me. My eyes kept scanning the crowd, looking for something. It nearly broke me when I realized it was you. But you weren't there. You weren't there to celebrate with, or to share that day with. My breath caught as I waited for the pain, and it came, but it wasn't the same. It was a dull ache, it hit me hard, but it didn't cripple me like before. It was then that I finally accepted that there was never going to be a Jasper and Edward again. Those days were gone and it was now it was just Edward. It's also when I finally accepted that there wasn't anything you could have done. What happened, happened. There's no way to change it and put things back the way they were."
He paused, gathering his thoughts before he moved on. Jasper stood silently and waited. This was Edward's time, not his.
"Rose and I had a conversation about my realizations later that same day. She told me I was being an idiot, and that I didn't have to be alone. She pointed across the room at friend of mine, and told me he was waiting for me. She said that he had been waiting for me for a few months. It seemed crazy to me, that someone wanted me enough to wait, but your sister is...well, persistent works, I guess. She told me that it was okay, and that I needed to start living my life and to take a chance. She was right. He and I talked that night, and he admitted that he had feelings for me. His name is Harry. He's sweet and smart and he has a wicked sense of humor. We're moving slowly, but Jasper, I think I'm falling in love with him."
Edward paused for a moment, drawing a deep breath before continuing, "That's why I finally agreed with Alice and came here today. I need my good-bye....."
Edward's eyes filled with tears. He turned away, shoulders hunched and shaking as he choked back a sob. His arms wrapped around his torso, as if to hold in the pain. Jasper stepped forward, placing a hand on Edward's shoulder.
"It's okay, Edward. You need to move forward. You deserve to be happy. Please, babe...stop crying, it's okay."
Edward turned, his eyes wide as he looked forward, "Jasper...." he whispered, "God, I still miss you. I wish...."
"I know, babe, I know. I do too." Jasper said as he reached up and wiped the tears from Edward's face.
Edward leaned in to Jasper's touch, "You know I'll always love you." he whispered.
Jasper smiled, "And I'll always love you, Edward."
Edward slowly stepped back, withdrawing from Jasper's arms. "It's time though, right? This is it, this is good-bye."
Jasper nodded as he whispered, "This is good-bye."
Edward nodded his head once, "Okay then." He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Good-bye, Jasper."
"Good-bye, Edward," Jasper said as he watched Edward walk back to his car.
Edward paused and looked back. He saw Jasper standing under the tree, his blond hair shining in the summer sun, blue eyes flashing as he smiled and waved. Edward blinked and Jasper was gone. All that remained was the black granite stone, proclaiming Jasper a beloved son, brother and friend, Taken too soon from this earth.
"Good-bye, Jasper. You'll always hold a piece of my heart," he said as he opened the door to his car. He smiled as he felt the gentle press of lips on his cheek. A sense of peace settled over him as he drove home to his family, and his future.
A/N: If you'd like to learn more about the Fandom Against Domestic Violence, please visit their blog:
fandomagainstdomesticviolence.blogspot.com/
A Very.....Surprising Question
A Very.....Surprising Question
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading and Mrs. Aggett for beta-ing.
Rating: NC-17
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts.
~ooOoo~
JPOV
Nincompoop
It had been a week since I spoke with Edward’s parents, a week of nearly sleepless nights as I tried to come up with the perfect way to propose. Two things had become clear to me over the past seven days. I am a nincompoop, and completely unimaginative. None of the ideas I had seemed right for this most important event.
Throwing my hands in the air, I caved and called in reinforcements.
After squealing and then crying, Alice got right down to business.
“Jasper, this is Edward. He won’t want a spectacle. It should be something simple and comfortable.”
Delight
It was another week before the perfect moment presented itself. It was a rainy Saturday and we had both slept in. Something in my head said today was the day. Around nine, I got up and with no hesitation or reservation, I dug the blue box out of my nightstand and put it in the pocket of my sweat pants.
I calmly made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. There was no hint of nerves, no, I was almost unnaturally calm.
Edward smiled with delight when he walked in and saw the bounty of food spread before him.
Smooth(ly)
We chatted quietly as we ate. It was normal and relaxed and perfect. This is what I wanted, this kind of moment with him.
He finished the last of his homemade waffles and sat back in his chair with a sigh. His right hand gently rubbed his stomach as he graced me with a lazy smile.
“Okay, now that I’m incapacitated, do you want to tell me what’s up?”
He’s always so perceptive.
Smoothly sliding off my chair, I knelt in front of him. His eyes grew wide when he saw me pull the small box out of my pocket.
Flummox(ed)
Taking his left hand, I brought it to my lips and grazed his knuckles with a tender kiss. Gazing up at his bright green eyes, I was overwhelmed with my love for him.
“Edward, I love you. You are my best friend and my companion, my lover and my love. Marry me, Edward? Let me be your husband as you will be mine....”
Edward stared down at me, completely and utterly flummoxed. He didn’t move, or breathe, for about thirty seconds.
Finally he blinked, and with that blink, his smile became rapturous.
“Yes! Yes, Jasper....oh God, of course...Yes!”
Prize
Removing the ring from the box, I gently slid it down Edward’s finger. Our hands intertwined as we stared at the sight of my ring on his finger.
The impact of what happened seemed to hit us both at the same time. He leaned down as I arched up, our mouths meeting halfway in a desperate kiss.
There was so much emotion in that one embrace. It was bliss kissing my fiancé, my Edward.
Catching the look in Edward’s eyes, I realized I may have asked the question, but he looked like he was the one that captured the prize.
Unique
We spent the day wrapped around one another, always touching or caressing. We just couldn’t stop.
We remained in constant contact as we moved from room to room. There were moments of respite as we gave our bodies time to recuperate, but they were short lived. Our need to be together, to be as one, seemed to outweigh all others. His unique flavor helped to fuel my desire while my agile fingers fueled his.
It was nearly two in the morning before we finally passed out from exhaustion and hunger. Thankfully, we had all day Sunday to replenish our strength.
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading and Mrs. Aggett for beta-ing.
Rating: NC-17
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts.
~ooOoo~
JPOV
Nincompoop
It had been a week since I spoke with Edward’s parents, a week of nearly sleepless nights as I tried to come up with the perfect way to propose. Two things had become clear to me over the past seven days. I am a nincompoop, and completely unimaginative. None of the ideas I had seemed right for this most important event.
Throwing my hands in the air, I caved and called in reinforcements.
After squealing and then crying, Alice got right down to business.
“Jasper, this is Edward. He won’t want a spectacle. It should be something simple and comfortable.”
Delight
It was another week before the perfect moment presented itself. It was a rainy Saturday and we had both slept in. Something in my head said today was the day. Around nine, I got up and with no hesitation or reservation, I dug the blue box out of my nightstand and put it in the pocket of my sweat pants.
I calmly made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. There was no hint of nerves, no, I was almost unnaturally calm.
Edward smiled with delight when he walked in and saw the bounty of food spread before him.
Smooth(ly)
We chatted quietly as we ate. It was normal and relaxed and perfect. This is what I wanted, this kind of moment with him.
He finished the last of his homemade waffles and sat back in his chair with a sigh. His right hand gently rubbed his stomach as he graced me with a lazy smile.
“Okay, now that I’m incapacitated, do you want to tell me what’s up?”
He’s always so perceptive.
Smoothly sliding off my chair, I knelt in front of him. His eyes grew wide when he saw me pull the small box out of my pocket.
Flummox(ed)
Taking his left hand, I brought it to my lips and grazed his knuckles with a tender kiss. Gazing up at his bright green eyes, I was overwhelmed with my love for him.
“Edward, I love you. You are my best friend and my companion, my lover and my love. Marry me, Edward? Let me be your husband as you will be mine....”
Edward stared down at me, completely and utterly flummoxed. He didn’t move, or breathe, for about thirty seconds.
Finally he blinked, and with that blink, his smile became rapturous.
“Yes! Yes, Jasper....oh God, of course...Yes!”
Prize
Removing the ring from the box, I gently slid it down Edward’s finger. Our hands intertwined as we stared at the sight of my ring on his finger.
The impact of what happened seemed to hit us both at the same time. He leaned down as I arched up, our mouths meeting halfway in a desperate kiss.
There was so much emotion in that one embrace. It was bliss kissing my fiancé, my Edward.
Catching the look in Edward’s eyes, I realized I may have asked the question, but he looked like he was the one that captured the prize.
Unique
We spent the day wrapped around one another, always touching or caressing. We just couldn’t stop.
We remained in constant contact as we moved from room to room. There were moments of respite as we gave our bodies time to recuperate, but they were short lived. Our need to be together, to be as one, seemed to outweigh all others. His unique flavor helped to fuel my desire while my agile fingers fueled his.
It was nearly two in the morning before we finally passed out from exhaustion and hunger. Thankfully, we had all day Sunday to replenish our strength.
A Very..... Unusual Request
A Very..... Unusual Request
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: NC-17
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts.
~ooOoo~
JPOV
Cul-de-sac
The night that Garrett came over was a turning point for me. I had known for a while that Edward was it for me, that he’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, but that night made me realize that I wanted it now. Our forever together couldn’t start soon enough as far as I was concerned.
It was with that thought in mind that I found myself pulling into the cul-de-sac where Edward’s parents live. This was going to be done right, and that meant meeting with his parents and getting their approval.
Hullabaloo
Esme was surprised to see me, but happily lead me into the kitchen and offered me some coffee.
“So, Jasper, what can I do for you?” she asked.
It was a simple question, one I had tried to prepare for, but instead of my carefully scripted response I blurted out, “I want to marry Edward.”
Esme stood stock still for about three seconds before she erupted in whoops of joy. Carlisle came running in to the room, a shocked expression on his face.
“What on earth is all this hullabaloo for?”
Esme giggled at him, and them sicked him on me. “Ask Jasper,” was all she said.
Gift
A few moments later I found myself seated at the kitchen table across from a beaming Esme, and a rather confused looking Carlisle.
Realizing it was now or never, I dived right in. “You both know that I love Edward, and I’m sure it’s not a surprise that I want to spend my life with him. So, Carlise....Esme.....with your permission....your blessing....I’d like to ask for the gift of Edward’s hand in marriage.”
Holding my breath, I waited for their response. Esme beamed at me, as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Carlisle looked a bit stunned and just stared at me.
Tingle
My fingers began to tingle, and my vision blur, before Carlisle found his voice.
“Wow...yes, Jasper......I’m honored that you came here to speak with us first. You know we both believe that you and Edward belong together,” he smiled as he stood and dragged me to my feet. “Yes, son. Of course you have our blessings.”
Carlisle pulled me into a hug, and soon enough I felt Esme’s arms wrap around me as well.
We hugged for a minute, then resumed our seats. Carlisle asked if I had thought about when and how I was going to propose. Smiling, I admitted I had no idea what I was going to do.
Cockamamie
Esme looked across the table at me, concern in her eyes. “Jasper, dear, please don’t tell Emmett until after you’ve proposed. If you let him know beforehand he’ll come up with some cockamamie and grandiose plans for how you should propose.”
Laughing, I quickly agreed with Esme. “There’s no way Emmett’s finding out about this until after the ring is on Edward’s finger.”
“Plus,” I said “Emmett’s been pretty busy lately with Paul. It seems to me that he may be working out his own extravagant proposal plans.”
Carlisle laughed, “Lord, can you even imagine what he’s going to do?”
Paramour
Esme asked if I had a ring picked out yet, and was excited when I said no. She offered to come with me and help find something Edward would like. Knowing nothing about jewelry, I readily accepted her offer.
We ended up at Tiffany’s where, after convincing the sales girl that Esme was not, in fact, my paramour, I settled on the Lucinda band. It’s a simple platinum band with a small diamond embedded in it. Esme agreed, it was perfect for Edward.
We left the store, happy and satisfied. My little blue box was tucked safely in my pocket.
The ring:
www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?sku=GRP00260&mcat=148208&cid=288177&fromGrid=1&search_params=s+5-p+9-c+288177-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+-k+
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: NC-17
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts.
~ooOoo~
JPOV
Cul-de-sac
The night that Garrett came over was a turning point for me. I had known for a while that Edward was it for me, that he’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, but that night made me realize that I wanted it now. Our forever together couldn’t start soon enough as far as I was concerned.
It was with that thought in mind that I found myself pulling into the cul-de-sac where Edward’s parents live. This was going to be done right, and that meant meeting with his parents and getting their approval.
Hullabaloo
Esme was surprised to see me, but happily lead me into the kitchen and offered me some coffee.
“So, Jasper, what can I do for you?” she asked.
It was a simple question, one I had tried to prepare for, but instead of my carefully scripted response I blurted out, “I want to marry Edward.”
Esme stood stock still for about three seconds before she erupted in whoops of joy. Carlisle came running in to the room, a shocked expression on his face.
“What on earth is all this hullabaloo for?”
Esme giggled at him, and them sicked him on me. “Ask Jasper,” was all she said.
Gift
A few moments later I found myself seated at the kitchen table across from a beaming Esme, and a rather confused looking Carlisle.
Realizing it was now or never, I dived right in. “You both know that I love Edward, and I’m sure it’s not a surprise that I want to spend my life with him. So, Carlise....Esme.....with your permission....your blessing....I’d like to ask for the gift of Edward’s hand in marriage.”
Holding my breath, I waited for their response. Esme beamed at me, as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Carlisle looked a bit stunned and just stared at me.
Tingle
My fingers began to tingle, and my vision blur, before Carlisle found his voice.
“Wow...yes, Jasper......I’m honored that you came here to speak with us first. You know we both believe that you and Edward belong together,” he smiled as he stood and dragged me to my feet. “Yes, son. Of course you have our blessings.”
Carlisle pulled me into a hug, and soon enough I felt Esme’s arms wrap around me as well.
We hugged for a minute, then resumed our seats. Carlisle asked if I had thought about when and how I was going to propose. Smiling, I admitted I had no idea what I was going to do.
Cockamamie
Esme looked across the table at me, concern in her eyes. “Jasper, dear, please don’t tell Emmett until after you’ve proposed. If you let him know beforehand he’ll come up with some cockamamie and grandiose plans for how you should propose.”
Laughing, I quickly agreed with Esme. “There’s no way Emmett’s finding out about this until after the ring is on Edward’s finger.”
“Plus,” I said “Emmett’s been pretty busy lately with Paul. It seems to me that he may be working out his own extravagant proposal plans.”
Carlisle laughed, “Lord, can you even imagine what he’s going to do?”
Paramour
Esme asked if I had a ring picked out yet, and was excited when I said no. She offered to come with me and help find something Edward would like. Knowing nothing about jewelry, I readily accepted her offer.
We ended up at Tiffany’s where, after convincing the sales girl that Esme was not, in fact, my paramour, I settled on the Lucinda band. It’s a simple platinum band with a small diamond embedded in it. Esme agreed, it was perfect for Edward.
We left the store, happy and satisfied. My little blue box was tucked safely in my pocket.
The ring:
www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?sku=GRP00260&mcat=148208&cid=288177&fromGrid=1&search_params=s+5-p+9-c+288177-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+-k+
A Very.....Interesting Encounter
A Very.....Interesting Encounter
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: NC-17
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts. I have nine prompts left, so look for a bit more smut from the boys.
~ooOoo~
Smile
The next two weeks seemed to pass by in a blur. Jasper and I were both busy, and rarely seemed to have time to spend together. We tried to have breakfast together every day, but even that fell by the wayside as we spent more and more time working. We barely had time for a quick kiss in passing, sex was becoming a fond, but distant, memory.
My project at work was completed a week early. So, it was with an eager smile that I drove home to my love. His project ended three days ago so I knew he would be home, waiting for me.
Daze
There was a strange car in the driveway when I arrived home. Curious, I made my way inside. The quiet murmur of voices led me to the kitchen where I found Jasper standing with his back to me, his hand raised and resting on the cheek of a strikingly handsome brunette man. My heart lurched as I realized who it was. Garrett, Jasper’s former lover.
The two were standing in a very intimate embrace, arms around each other as they spoke in hushed tones. Jasper’s fingers softly stroking his jaw. I watched in a daze as Garrett leaned in and kissed Jasper.
Color
No, my Jasper wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t, I know it.
Drawing a deep breath, I watched and waited to see what would happen. My Jasper didn’t disappoint. He pulled away and turned his head, holding Garrett still as he stepped back.
“No, Garrett, I won’t do this. I’m with Edward now, I love him.”
Garrett looked down, his cheeks flushed with color. “Damn it. I’m sorry J. I just...I just miss Riley so much and I wanted to feel something....anything....” His voice broke as he began crying.
Jasper stepped forward and gathered Garrett in his arms, speaking quietly in his ear.
Pale
From our conversations I knew that Riley was the man Garrett left Jasper for. According to Jasper it was love at first sight. He never begrudged Garrett or Riley their relationship. As he explained to me, he would never stand in the way of true love, and that’s what Garrett had found with Riley.
Seeing Garrett in this state, broken and pale, I could only imagine how he must be feeling. Knowing that if Jasper ever left me I’d be dead inside, and I would try to take comfort with those I cared about. With that in mind I turned to leave.
Soar
Jasper looked up as I moved, and his eyes caught mine in our reflection in the window. He smiled at me and mouthed, “Sorry”.
Smiling back, I pointed upstairs. He nodded and mouthed, “Thanks. Love you.”
My heart soared at this simple, silent, declaration. I mouthed the words back to him and made my way upstairs. An hour later I heard the front door shut, and a car leave. Jasper appeared in the doorway moments later.
He walked over and sat on the bed next to me. He leaned down and kissed me, his lips gentle as they covered mine.
Hold
“God, Edward....love you so much,” he murmured against my skin. His body shuddered against mine as he held me tight to his chest. “Please....please don’t ever leave me...” he whispered to me.
Leaning back, I gently took his jaw in my hand and forced him to raise his head. “Babe, I’m not leaving. Not now, not ever.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine, “You don’t understand the hold you have on me, Edward. I think I’d die if you ever left.”
“I feel the same way about you, Jasper. So I guess that means we’re stuck with each other,” I whispered against his lips.
“Forever, Edward?” he asked.
“Yes, babe, forever.”
“Good.”
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: NC-17
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts. I have nine prompts left, so look for a bit more smut from the boys.
~ooOoo~
Smile
The next two weeks seemed to pass by in a blur. Jasper and I were both busy, and rarely seemed to have time to spend together. We tried to have breakfast together every day, but even that fell by the wayside as we spent more and more time working. We barely had time for a quick kiss in passing, sex was becoming a fond, but distant, memory.
My project at work was completed a week early. So, it was with an eager smile that I drove home to my love. His project ended three days ago so I knew he would be home, waiting for me.
Daze
There was a strange car in the driveway when I arrived home. Curious, I made my way inside. The quiet murmur of voices led me to the kitchen where I found Jasper standing with his back to me, his hand raised and resting on the cheek of a strikingly handsome brunette man. My heart lurched as I realized who it was. Garrett, Jasper’s former lover.
The two were standing in a very intimate embrace, arms around each other as they spoke in hushed tones. Jasper’s fingers softly stroking his jaw. I watched in a daze as Garrett leaned in and kissed Jasper.
Color
No, my Jasper wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t, I know it.
Drawing a deep breath, I watched and waited to see what would happen. My Jasper didn’t disappoint. He pulled away and turned his head, holding Garrett still as he stepped back.
“No, Garrett, I won’t do this. I’m with Edward now, I love him.”
Garrett looked down, his cheeks flushed with color. “Damn it. I’m sorry J. I just...I just miss Riley so much and I wanted to feel something....anything....” His voice broke as he began crying.
Jasper stepped forward and gathered Garrett in his arms, speaking quietly in his ear.
Pale
From our conversations I knew that Riley was the man Garrett left Jasper for. According to Jasper it was love at first sight. He never begrudged Garrett or Riley their relationship. As he explained to me, he would never stand in the way of true love, and that’s what Garrett had found with Riley.
Seeing Garrett in this state, broken and pale, I could only imagine how he must be feeling. Knowing that if Jasper ever left me I’d be dead inside, and I would try to take comfort with those I cared about. With that in mind I turned to leave.
Soar
Jasper looked up as I moved, and his eyes caught mine in our reflection in the window. He smiled at me and mouthed, “Sorry”.
Smiling back, I pointed upstairs. He nodded and mouthed, “Thanks. Love you.”
My heart soared at this simple, silent, declaration. I mouthed the words back to him and made my way upstairs. An hour later I heard the front door shut, and a car leave. Jasper appeared in the doorway moments later.
He walked over and sat on the bed next to me. He leaned down and kissed me, his lips gentle as they covered mine.
Hold
“God, Edward....love you so much,” he murmured against my skin. His body shuddered against mine as he held me tight to his chest. “Please....please don’t ever leave me...” he whispered to me.
Leaning back, I gently took his jaw in my hand and forced him to raise his head. “Babe, I’m not leaving. Not now, not ever.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine, “You don’t understand the hold you have on me, Edward. I think I’d die if you ever left.”
“I feel the same way about you, Jasper. So I guess that means we’re stuck with each other,” I whispered against his lips.
“Forever, Edward?” he asked.
“Yes, babe, forever.”
“Good.”
A Very.....The end to A Very Long Day
A Very.....The end to A Very Long Day
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: NC-17
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts. I have nine prompts left, so look for a bit more smut from the boys.
This is not the end of the line for these two. naelany sent me more promts, so....look for more soon.
~ooOoo~
Where we left off.....
My zipper was already down and I was about to cave in when my phone rang.
Oh lord, it’s him.....
Long
His call goes unanswered. There’s no way I can risk talking to him, not in this condition. Zipping up my fly, I resign myself to waiting. Remarkably traffic breaks and my long ride home is soon over.
The car is barely parked before I’m out and running for the front door. All thoughts of a quick jerk off in the bathroom leave my mind when I see him there, waiting for me.
He is kneeling in the front hall, naked and hard. He looks up at me and smiles that perfect crooked grin.
“I’ve been a bad, bad boy, Jasper. I think you need to punish me.....”
Wish
Looking down at the man I love, it’s all I can do not to cum in my pants. He’s wrapped a tie around his wrists, binding them together.
“Edward, what....why....?” I’m unable to articulate, but he knows what I’m asking.
Smiling up at me, he answers, “It’s on your wish list, right? Having me bound, and punishing me? Taking me....dominating me? It’s what you want, right?”
I take the final steps to stand in front of him. My fly is down and my cock out before he can blink.
Grabbing his hair, I pull him forward. “Suck it. Suck my cock, Edward. Now.”
Fervor
He wastes no time taking me in his mouth. His beautiful green eyes lock onto mine as he sucks me down with fervor. My grip on his hair tightens as my hips begin moving. He lets me use his mouth for a few minutes before pulling off of me.
“Please, Jasper....I need you in me. Please.”
He reaches up and rolls a condom down my cock, then he shuffles around and bends over. His head rests on his bound hands, and his sweet hole is glistening with lube.
He’s prepped himself for me.
Growling with need I drop to my knees and thrust into him. He cries out from the force of my entry, but smiles at me over his shoulder.
Fond
God, the feel of him around me is exquisite.
His tight heat is nearly my undoing, but I want him to feel every minute of the torture I’ve suffered today.
Again and again I slam into him. We are both panting and moaning, greedy for each thrust.
Leaning forward I begin kissing his back. Unable to resist, I bite the back of his neck. He cries out my name as he cums. I follow soon after, and collapse next to him on the floor.
He rolls over and rests against me. I lean down and kiss his forehead.
“I’m not very fond of your day long torture, however, this was a good start to your punishment.”
Bonus material
EPOV
Sprawl
Unable to stop myself, I look at him and smile. His day long torment has been no walk in the park for me. Hell, I’d be willing to bet I’ve been as hard and needy as he has been all day.
He unties my hands and we stand together. Thinking we’re going to the bedroom, I head towards the stairs. He grabs my hand and pulls me backwards. He turns me around and kisses me. It’s long and deep and heavenly.
He walks us into the living room, his lips never leaving mine. My legs bump against the sofa and I fall back. He smiles at me as I lay sprawled across the leather.
He removes his suit jacket and shirt, tossing them aside. His pants drop to the floor, followed by his very tiny black briefs.
Delight
He kneels over me, his hands and mouth worshipping my flesh. Trembling below him, I delight in the sensations he evokes. The need is building again. That fire that burns only for him is consuming me.
He kisses me. It’s long and intense, and it pushes me closer to the edge. His hips grind against mine. It is bliss. We lay together, bodies arching towards each other, panting out words of need and desire.
He leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and bite marks on my chest. Firm hands on my hips will become his mark on me tomorrow.
Slower
He sits back and reaches over to the stash of condoms in the coffee table drawer. Grabbing one he quickly tears it open and rolls it down his cock. His lips press against mine as he pushes into me.
We move together languidly, our bodies thrusting and arching together in an intimate dance. Our coupling is slower this time, and somehow more intense than the inferno we had in the hallway.
His lips are never still, leaving gentle kisses to my face, neck and chest. He is worshipping me with his mouth and his cock. His love for me is clear in every touch, and in every thrust.
Perfect
Whispered words of love pass between us. He is all I need, all I want. There is nothing on this earth for me, but him.
Hands entwine as we lock eyes. One final thrust and our bodies tense as we cum together.
He slowly rises, whispering for me to stay still. He leaves the room, returning a few moments later with a damp cloth.
His touch is tender, nearly reverent, as he cleans me. He tosses the cloth aside when he’s done, and lays next to me on the sofa.
Falling asleep in his arms is the perfect way to end this very long day.
Pairing: Edward & Jasper
Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading.
Rating: NC-17
This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.
Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts. I have nine prompts left, so look for a bit more smut from the boys.
This is not the end of the line for these two. naelany sent me more promts, so....look for more soon.
~ooOoo~
Where we left off.....
My zipper was already down and I was about to cave in when my phone rang.
Oh lord, it’s him.....
Long
His call goes unanswered. There’s no way I can risk talking to him, not in this condition. Zipping up my fly, I resign myself to waiting. Remarkably traffic breaks and my long ride home is soon over.
The car is barely parked before I’m out and running for the front door. All thoughts of a quick jerk off in the bathroom leave my mind when I see him there, waiting for me.
He is kneeling in the front hall, naked and hard. He looks up at me and smiles that perfect crooked grin.
“I’ve been a bad, bad boy, Jasper. I think you need to punish me.....”
Wish
Looking down at the man I love, it’s all I can do not to cum in my pants. He’s wrapped a tie around his wrists, binding them together.
“Edward, what....why....?” I’m unable to articulate, but he knows what I’m asking.
Smiling up at me, he answers, “It’s on your wish list, right? Having me bound, and punishing me? Taking me....dominating me? It’s what you want, right?”
I take the final steps to stand in front of him. My fly is down and my cock out before he can blink.
Grabbing his hair, I pull him forward. “Suck it. Suck my cock, Edward. Now.”
Fervor
He wastes no time taking me in his mouth. His beautiful green eyes lock onto mine as he sucks me down with fervor. My grip on his hair tightens as my hips begin moving. He lets me use his mouth for a few minutes before pulling off of me.
“Please, Jasper....I need you in me. Please.”
He reaches up and rolls a condom down my cock, then he shuffles around and bends over. His head rests on his bound hands, and his sweet hole is glistening with lube.
He’s prepped himself for me.
Growling with need I drop to my knees and thrust into him. He cries out from the force of my entry, but smiles at me over his shoulder.
Fond
God, the feel of him around me is exquisite.
His tight heat is nearly my undoing, but I want him to feel every minute of the torture I’ve suffered today.
Again and again I slam into him. We are both panting and moaning, greedy for each thrust.
Leaning forward I begin kissing his back. Unable to resist, I bite the back of his neck. He cries out my name as he cums. I follow soon after, and collapse next to him on the floor.
He rolls over and rests against me. I lean down and kiss his forehead.
“I’m not very fond of your day long torture, however, this was a good start to your punishment.”
Bonus material
EPOV
Sprawl
Unable to stop myself, I look at him and smile. His day long torment has been no walk in the park for me. Hell, I’d be willing to bet I’ve been as hard and needy as he has been all day.
He unties my hands and we stand together. Thinking we’re going to the bedroom, I head towards the stairs. He grabs my hand and pulls me backwards. He turns me around and kisses me. It’s long and deep and heavenly.
He walks us into the living room, his lips never leaving mine. My legs bump against the sofa and I fall back. He smiles at me as I lay sprawled across the leather.
He removes his suit jacket and shirt, tossing them aside. His pants drop to the floor, followed by his very tiny black briefs.
Delight
He kneels over me, his hands and mouth worshipping my flesh. Trembling below him, I delight in the sensations he evokes. The need is building again. That fire that burns only for him is consuming me.
He kisses me. It’s long and intense, and it pushes me closer to the edge. His hips grind against mine. It is bliss. We lay together, bodies arching towards each other, panting out words of need and desire.
He leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and bite marks on my chest. Firm hands on my hips will become his mark on me tomorrow.
Slower
He sits back and reaches over to the stash of condoms in the coffee table drawer. Grabbing one he quickly tears it open and rolls it down his cock. His lips press against mine as he pushes into me.
We move together languidly, our bodies thrusting and arching together in an intimate dance. Our coupling is slower this time, and somehow more intense than the inferno we had in the hallway.
His lips are never still, leaving gentle kisses to my face, neck and chest. He is worshipping me with his mouth and his cock. His love for me is clear in every touch, and in every thrust.
Perfect
Whispered words of love pass between us. He is all I need, all I want. There is nothing on this earth for me, but him.
Hands entwine as we lock eyes. One final thrust and our bodies tense as we cum together.
He slowly rises, whispering for me to stay still. He leaves the room, returning a few moments later with a damp cloth.
His touch is tender, nearly reverent, as he cleans me. He tosses the cloth aside when he’s done, and lays next to me on the sofa.
Falling asleep in his arms is the perfect way to end this very long day.
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