A Very..... Happy Birthday

Story Name: A Very Happy Birthday

Written for: SarahAH30

Disclaimer: All things Twilight belongs to S. Meyer.

Thank you:

OCDJen who despite her insane schedule not only pre-read this for me but provided the prompts as well.

&

Mrs. Agget for her kick ass beta services.

Rating: M

This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.


Yeah, and this is NSFW





Red

Staring in the sea of writhing and sweating bodies, I ask myself again why I let my sister talk me in to coming to a club on our birthday? This was one of those times when being a twin pretty much sucked.

"Come on, Edward. It'll be fun. You'll work off some of your tension on the dance floor, and who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and get laid," Alice had said to me with a smirk.

That was a week ago. A week during which I had to suffer through daily phone calls and hourly text messages, all begging me to go dancing with her for our birthday. I finally broke down last night, unable take her incessant nattering at me any longer. She of course decided that none of my clothing was suitable for dancing, so not only was I being subjected to going to a dance club with Alice and her friends, but I had to endure a shopping trip as well.

Catching a glimpse of myself in one of the many mirrors caused me to smile. Decked out in tight black jeans that showed off my ass to perfection and a red skin tight t-shirt, I look damn good right now. At least the shopping trip was a success. Maybe Alice is right. Maybe I'll get lucky and find someone tonight.

Speak of the she-devil and she shall appear. Alice squeezes her way through the mass of bodies, drinks in hand, a huge smile on her face. She plops down in the seat next to me and laughs. "Isn't this great, Edward?"

Taking a sip of my drink, I nod. "Yeah, great."

Alice scowls at me. "Come on, please just try and have some fun."

With a roll of my eyes I acquiesce. "Fine, Alice. I'll try."

She laughs again. "Good, because I think someones on their way over to ask you to dance," She says with a huge smile, bobbing her head to my right.

Turning a bit, I see him. Tall and bronze, long black hair and eyes the color of burnt caramel. He is gorgeous. And she's right: he's headed straight towards us.


Leather

He stops just in front of me. Extending a hand towards me, he smiles and says, "Dance with me."

It is not a question, nor a demand really, more a statement of fact. The easy smile on his face relaxes me enough so that I place my hand in his and stand.

"Lead the way.....?" I ask with a smirk.

"Paul," he replies with a grin.

"Edward."

He smiles again and it is radiant; brilliant white teeth and sparkling eyes flash before me. My heart skips a beat. He is nothing short of perfection, which has me questioning why he's chosen me to dance with.

He leads us through the mass of bodies that pack the dance floor, directly to the middle of the floor. Stopping, he turns and pulls me towards him. There's not much space on the dance floor, something he takes full advantage of. We end up pressed together from knee to chest. His hands rest on my hips, guiding my movements against his smooth and effortless ones.

I feel myself relax into the music, swaying my body with his. He leans in just a bit. I feel his hot breath on my neck and shiver at the sensation. His hands grip tighter, pulling me even closer. My body tenses. This isn't what I want. A one night stand or worse, a quick fuck in the back room. That's not what I'm looking for.

"Hey, it's okay," he says in my ear. "Relax. I won't bite, I promise." He leans back a bit so he can look me in the eyes.

"It's just, I don't think I can be what you want....do what you want." I stumble through my comment, feeling my face flush. I'm sure at this point that my face now rivals my shirt in color. Turning, I try and leave, but he holds me tightly, preventing my flight.

"Easy there....really, it's okay. I just want to dance....nothing else. Stay, please." His eyes never leave mine. I see the sincerity in his gaze and feel it in his touch. Slowly my body begins to relax again. We start moving to the music, letting the beat guide our movements.

It's hard to say how many songs have played before he motions that he'd like to get a drink. Once again, he takes my hand and weaves his way through the crowd, only stopping when we reach the bar. He orders water for both of us. I drink mine gratefully, not having realized how hot it had been on the floor.

"So," he starts with a smile, "what got you spooked out there?"

My face flushes again. "I uh.....I thought you were going to expect something after we danced, and I'm not...." My babbling is cut off by his hand, which is waving at me to stop. He'd probably be telling me to stop, except he's laughing at me. Queue the blush. Why did I wear red again?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. You're just too cute when you get flustered. Edward, I asked you to dance because you're hot and I haven't seen you in here before. But I knew the minute I laid eyes on you it would be nothing more than a dance. You have nothing to worry about with me. Plus, you're not really my type." His eyes sparkle with laughter.

Hmmm, I'm not sure how I feel about his comments. "Okay, what did you mean by that? How did you know? Did I do something?"

"Calm down, Edward. You just have a feel about you that fairly screams "not a one nighter". That's not a bad thing, if guys pay attention to it and respect it. As for the other....you see that guy at the end of the bar....the one with the black leather vest? Yeah, he's my type."


Rope

The man Paul is pointing towards is tall, at least 6'6", with short black hair and brilliant blue eyes. He's underwear model gorgeous. His leather vest is open, showing off stellar abs. Abs I know he works on at least an hour a day. Now it's my turn to laugh.

Paul is not amused. "What's funny? He's a god....I mean, look at him!"

I laugh harder and grab his hand, dragging him towards his 'god'.

"Edward, what the fuck are you doing? I can't just walk up to him and start talking to him!"

Stopping, I spin around and look at him, eyes wide. "Oh, but I was okay to approach?"

He shuffles his feet and looks down. "Well, yeah. Like I said, you come off as not looking for a quickie. He, on the other hand, is clearly on the prowl."

I laugh again and continue dragging him to his 'god'. We get about ten feet away when his 'god' spots us.

"Eddie!" his voice booms as he leaps towards us. He pulls me in to a hug that I swear cracks a rib or two.

"Emmett...can't breathe..."

He puts me down and lets go, leaving a hand on my shoulder to steady me.

"Uh, sorry about that Eddie. So, I see Alice wore you down and got you to agree to come tonight. I'm glad, man. You don't do this enough. Plus, if you let it out that it's your birthday, you won't have to pay for another drink all night."

"Wait a minute," Paul cuts in. "It's your birthday? You should have said something!"

Emmett quirks an eyebrow at me and grins lasciviously. "Eddie, you dog. You've been here for ninety minutes and you already scored. Good for you! Now, introduce me to your hot man friend."

"Emmett, meet Paul. Paul, this gorilla in a man suit is my best friend Emmett."

As they shake hands, I see the spark. They can't let go of one another. Emmett realizes he's still holding Paul's hand and tries to let go. He's muttering something about not stepping on my turf. I hear Paul start to explain that we're not together, but frankly I'm not really paying attention to them. My eyes are transfixed by the man walking across the dance floor. He is quite simply stunning. Blond hair that curls gently around his face. Blue eyes that seem to notice everything, capture every detail of his surroundings. His body is long and lean, and moves with a preternatural grace. It's almost unnerving how he moves. He does not walk around the dancers, rather, they dance around him.

He is halfway to the bar when our eyes meet. The connection is instantaneous. Everything else disappears; there is just the two of us. I feel myself moving, slowly walking towards him. It is like there is a rope connecting us and with each step it grows tauter. We meet at the edge of the dance floor, stopping only when we are in each others arms.

His eyes search mine, and I see my own confusion and desire reflected in his gaze. His voice is like velvet, rich and smooth as he speaks one word. "Mine." His pulls me tighter as his lips cover mine. He is not gentle, no, he is not gentle at all. He is claiming me as his. This kiss is his brand, searing his claim into my very soul. I respond in kind, kissing back with just as much force. For as I am his, so is he mine.


Cotton Candy

He breaks our kiss and steps back. "Come with me." It is not a question. I nod my head in agreement anyway, and follow behind as he leads me out of the club. His hand burns in mine, but there is no thought of letting go. Where he goes, I go.

He leads me to his car, a black Audi TTS Coupe. The car exudes quiet passion much like its owner. He unlocks the car and opens the passenger door for me. He reaches up and gently strokes a finger across my lips; his eyes still dark with lust watch my reaction. My mouth opens to him and my tongue darts out to taste his skin. He is sinfully sweet, like cotton candy that melts against the heat of my mouth. I groan, needing to taste more of him, needing to devour him. I grab his hand and hold it steady as I begin sucking his finger slowly into my mouth. His eyes roll back and a shudder wracks through his body. I move on, repeating the action on each finger, watching his arousal grow with each flick of my tongue, each nip of my teeth.

He lets loose with a guttural growl that seems to emanate from his very soul. He pushes me back on the car, and his arousal is hard against my hip.

"I will not take you in a parking garage. I want you in my house when I fuck you for the first time. You will scream my name where no one else can hear you but me. Do you understand?"

The power in his voice is nearly my undoing. This man may just be the death of me. I manage to say one word. "Yes."

"Good. Now get in the car."

I climb in and try to find a position that will not aggravate my aching erection. He laughs from the other side of the car as he also adjusts himself.

He starts the car and before I know it, we are whipping down the streets of Boston headed towards Cambridge. He pulls onto one of the side streets and into the driveway of a small Victorian style house. It's too dark to make out many details. I find myself hoping that I'm still here in the morning so that I can get a better look.


Overdrive

He parks the car and walks around to open my door for me. He keeps a hand on the small of my back as we walk through the front door. He closes and locks the door before turning back to me. His eyes are almost feral, burning with desire. He walks towards me with cat like grace. He looks as if he's stalking his prey...it is both unnerving and enticing. I realize how fitting that description is when he once again lays claim to my mouth. He has surely caught me; I am helpless to escape his arms. His kisses are deep and passionate, slowly sending my pulse out of control.

His hands reach under my shirt and gripping the hem, he pulls it up. We break apart just long enough for him to yank it over my head. He removes his shirt as well and soon enough we are once again locked in each others arms. His mouth moves over my skin, sucking and biting, teasing and taunting.

He steps back. "Not here....come, follow me." He pulls me forward, up the stairs and into what can only be his bedroom. He leaves the lights off. The moon is full and pours through the floor to ceiling windows, bathing the room in a soft white glow. His bed is huge, an antique by the look of it. It is brass and copper and gleams in the light of the moon.

We walk towards the bed, hands and lips still moving over one another. He pushes me against the bed.

"Pants. Off."

My hands do not falter as I unbutton my jeans. I push them down over my hips, slowly revealing my skin to him, an inch at a time. He growls low in his throat. That sound sends my body into overdrive. I need to feel him in me, now. My jeans are pushed down to pool at my feet. I've gone commando, so there is nothing keeping me from his view now. His eyes flash silver in the moonlight as they rake over my body. He makes quick work of his pants and boxer-briefs and in just moments he is standing before me, glorious in his bare skin.

He steps towards me, laying one hand against my abs. My cock twitches at his his touch. He pushes me against the bed and I fall back, laying open for his inspection. His hands travel over my chest and abs, leaving flares of heat in their wake.

"Perfection." That one word slips through his lips on a breath.

My need is overwhelming. I look up at him and whisper, "Please."

He nods. "Move up against the pillows and lay on your back. I want to watch you come undone when I take you."

My cock twitches again as I scramble up the bed. Leaning back against the pillows, I realize I'm not ready for this, not just yet.

I raise my hand, palm out, and utter one word. "Stop."


Passion

He stops, looking up at me as if I've lost my mind.

I smirk at him. "Well, it would help if I knew what name to scream while you're fucking me."

He laughs as he settles himself between my legs. "Jasper. My name is Jasper. And you are?"

"Edward," I whisper.

"Edward. I like it. It fits."

God, hearing my name fall from his lips is like heaven. I want, no, I need to hear it again.

He lays over me and kisses me deeply and passionately. It is like our first kiss: he is once again laying claim to me. He moves to my jaw and down my neck, nipping and scraping my skin with his teeth.

My head lolls back, exposing my neck to him. I am submitting myself to him, giving myself completely over to him.

He takes full advantage, attacking my flesh with a fervor I've never encountered before. This is not a slow build, this is quick fire, fast and burning bright. This is passion in it's purest form.

His hands and mouth map my body, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Jasper....please....need to feel you inside me." I'm beyond caring that I'm begging. I need to feel him moving inside me. I need his claim to be complete.

He looks down at me and acknowledges my need by leaning back and reaching over to his night stand to grab lube and a condom. He coats his fingers with the lube and reaches down between my legs, gently teasing my sensitive flesh. His fingers slowly breach my tight hole, pumping and stroking, stretching me for his cock.

My body shudders with need. I hear moaning and am only vaguely aware that I am the source.

After what seems like an eternity, Jasper removes his fingers and rolls the condom on. He coats his cock with more lube and leans over me.

"Ready, baby?" He asks.

"Please, Jasper.....now!" I demand.

He chuckles but pushes into me with one hard thrust.

"Jasper!" I scream.

He grunts in response as he begins moving. He rocks back, nearly removing himself from me, then thrusts back in. My back arches with the force of his movement. He sets a fast and furious pace and each thrust is harder than the one before. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and harsh breaths. I am panting his name, unable to form any coherent thoughts.


Waterfall

He pauses and pulls out of me. I whimper at the loss.

"Shh. It's okay, babe. Just need to change the angle a bit. Lean back a bit more and slide down, yeah...perfect. Okay, I'm going to move your legs." He grabs my legs and maneuvers them so my knees are over his shoulders.

"Ready, babe?" he asks. I nod in response.

He pushes into me again. We both moan at the feeling. The new angle allows him to brush against my prostate with each stroke and it is the sweetest torture. He begins thrusting hard and fast. I feel the tension building; my release is not far off.

"God....Jasper....please....need to cum....please...."

He reaches down and begins pumping my cock in time with his thrusts. It's enough to drive me over the edge. I cum harder than ever before. The sensations cover me as if I were standing under a waterfall. Every nerve is alive and tingling; my breath catches and lights flash behind my eyelids. This is bliss, is all I can think. My cum shoots over my body, coating my chest and abs as I scream his name.

He follows me moments later. With one last thrust he cums deep inside me. My name is ripped from his lips as he collapses on top of me.

He moves my legs and rolls off of me, flopping on his back next to me. I'm wrung out, completely spent. The only way I'm leaving this bed is if he carries me. The bed shifts as he climbs out. His footsteps sound across the room and a light flashes against my closed eyes. Footsteps return, followed by the sensation of damp warmth against my flesh. He is cleaning me, his touch tender and caring.

My eyes open and meet his. He smiles and leans in to kiss me.

"Mine," he whispers.

Nodding, I whisper back, "Yours."

This has been the best birthday I've ever had. Have to buy Alice a thank you present for dragging me to that club. With a small smile, I curl in to Jasper's warm body and drift off to sleep.