|Seven More Minutes
Author: tuesdaymidnight PM
A dare one night brings outed high school seniors Edward and Jasper together for a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, sparking a future that neither had imagined possible. Jasper’s POV. AU/AH/OOC. J/E Slash. Rated M.Rated: Fiction M - English - Jasper & Edward - Chapters: 5 - Words: 31,755 - Reviews: 148 - Favs: 171 - Follows: 179 - Updated: 08-09-10 - Published: 10-22-09 - id: 5460864
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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters... I just have a compulsion to put them in homoerotic situations.
A/N: Finally some new material! I've made this offer to some of you individually, but of course it extends to all of you: although this can be read as a stand alone story, if there is any part of Seven Minutes in Heaven you'd like to see Jasper cover, let me know, and I'll try to work it in.
Warning: Jasper gets a little political in this chapter. If the 1993 standoff at Waco is a sensitive topic for you, then just skip his little speech. It's only meant to show that Jasper has a head for history... and that I get a kick out of making him rant. I endorse nothing other than Edward and Jasper getting it on.
I was kind of glad I didn't have to go through this more than once. Emmett and Alice were two of my closest friends, so there was no need to introduce them. Likewise, I already knew Bella and Jacob, who were Edward's closest friends. At some point, I knew I was going to have to meet some of his other friends, especially those from the QSA, but he wasn't as close to them as I was to Paul and Jared. They were rapidly becoming like brothers to me. Maybe not as close as I was with Emmett, but I could definitely count on them if I needed to.
I decided that because an ambush from them was likely, it was best to have them meet in a neutral setting. So, I brought Edward to our weekly pickup basketball game at the rec center. Edward had protested a little, because he claimed he wasn't athletic and would make a fool of himself.
The truth was that although he was a runner, Edward had an unnatural grace to him and a killer jump shot. The boy wasn't going to drive to the hoop and didn't play gritty enough to be a great defender, but he was a natural shooting guard.
Edward fidgeted during the whole walk to the rec center.
"You grew up with Emmett for a big brother. You have nothing to worry about," I told him gently. It was really cute how nervous he was. I wondered how bad he would get whenever I introduced him to my parents as my boyfriend. Luckily, neither of us seemed too eager to get to that step.
"Yeah, but Emmett loves me. He doesn't have a choice."
"And?" I prompted.
"And your friends could hate me and try to convince you to never see me again."
"Babe, nothing in this world could convince me to never see you again. Plus, that's ridiculous, they'll love you. Just relax."
Edward stopped walking so that I had to stop and turn to face him. He was grinning his crooked smile I loved so much.
"What?" I asked.
"That's the second time you've called me 'babe.'"
"You like it?" I asked. I honestly hadn't noticed, it just slipped out. Plus, if there was ever a man in the world to be described as a 'babe,' it was Edward Cullen.
"I do like it."
The grin on his face was too cute. I closed the distance between us and planted a kiss on his lips in broad daylight in front of the gym. Before long, I was going to be riding parade floats in a banana hammock.
Actually, I bet my junk would look damn good in a banana hammock.
We swiped our ID s at the door to the rec center, then headed into the locker room to change. The game wasn't going to start for another half hour, but I wanted Edward to meet Paul and Jared before everyone else got there. We changed quickly and headed down to our reserved court to warm up.
Paul and Jared were already there, playing a game of HORSE.
They stopped as soon as they saw us, and stood with their arms crossed as if they were sizing Edward up.
"So, you're the famous Edward." Jared said, looking Edward up and down. "You don't look a thing like Steve Urkel."
Paul elbowed Jared, then stuck out his hand. "It's nice to finally meet you. Jasper talks about you all the time."
"I do not!" I protested with a blush.
Edward shrugged as he shook Paul's hand and then darted his eyes over to me. "Well, Jasper, I am kind of a big deal."
I grinned. As much as I loved sweet and nervous Edward, cocky Edward was just as irresistible.
"But why the Steve Urkel comparison?" Edward turned to Jared.
"Jasper kept using some excuse that you were busy studying and that's why he never brought you over," Jared said with a laugh.
Edward shrugged, "I do study a lot. I have a heavy course load and am admittedly obsessed with my GPA. But, that's not the real reason Jasper hasn't brought me around."
"Nah, he's just embarrassed that you'll find out I can kick his ass at Madden."
It was true, actually, Edward had an uncanny ability to be instantly awesome at any video game he tried. Despite the dig at my expense, I was glad he felt comfortable enough to tease me in front of my friends. But, if he could dish it, he could take it.
"Keep it up and I'm not going to let you play on my team, nerd boy," I taunted.
"You don't want to do that," Edward warned in a mock serious voice.
"One, because I am better than you at Madden and you know it. Two, they'll have me cover you, and I know plenty of ways to distract you," he said with a waggle of his eyebrows. "And three, I happen to know you like nerd boys."
Paul and Jared laughed as I lunged for Edward. I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back until he cried uncle.
"You'll fit in nicely, Edward," Paul said as I released him.
"Well, except for one thing," I said. "You've just been witnessing foreplay."
Paul started laughing. Jared groaned and put a hand over his eyes. Edward blushed, although he had a smirk on his face that told me it was okay. Even I was shocked at my openness. I still tended to avoid talking about sex to my friends. Edward just had a way of bringing out my boldness. Not to mention, even in a gym full of straight men, I had a weird animalistic need to mark Edward as my territory – figuratively, of course.
The guys we usually played with started showing up then, and eventually we had enough for a full five on five game. Edward and I had talked about it beforehand, and I didn't introduce Edward as my boyfriend to everyone else. It wasn't that I wanted to hide Edward, but I didn't always know all the guys that came to the game, and you never knew who would be a hatemonger. After everyone arrived, I was pretty sure all the guys playing with us already knew I was gay. I'm sure it didn't escape notice that I nearly got the ball taken away from me twice because I was checking out Edward's ass. Either way, no one said anything or gave us a hard time.
Despite his protests, Edward ended up playing really well.
He and Emmett had been playing in their driveway for years, and in my first years in Forks before Edward and I were really friends, I would join them on occasion. Add that to the fact that he and I were sort of just in tune with each other, I was somehow always able to find him when he was open. After he started draining threes, the other team accused me of bringing in a ringer.
"If you guys could set screens, you'd be up by 10, too," Jared taunted, taking the heat off an increasingly uncomfortable Edward.
We ended up winning by a pretty wide margin, even after Edward's hot shooting cooled off a little.
As soon as the game was over and we all shook hands, I noticed that Edward was still breathing really hard with his hands on his knees.
"Are you all right, Ed?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little out of shape, I guess."
"Well, you're not used to playing a full court game," I reassured, putting my hand on his shoulder.
He straightened as Paul came over to us.
"Hey, they reopened the sauna, want to check it out?"
I looked at Edward, who shrugged. Then I thought about Edward wrapped in a towel, with sweat dripping off his flushed body.
"Yeah," my voice cracked. I cleared my throat, "Yeah, that'd be relaxing."
Edward smirked at me, as if he knew what I had been thinking. As we walked back to the locker room, he casually touched me a few times, and I knew he had known exactly what I was thinking.
I had been an athlete my whole life, and I knew well enough not to be affectionate with Edward in the locker room. Nevertheless, it didn't stop me from ogling the hell out of him. I tried not to watch him as we showered, but out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but look as he ran his fingers through his hair, rinsing out the shampoo. The one good thing about locker room etiquette was that hopefully no one else would notice that I was half hard.
I was quickly developing an Edward shower fantasy that wasn't going to be easy to fulfill. I couldn't ask Emmett to borrow his apartment again, especially not just for the sake of fucking his little brother senseless in the shower.
Eventually, Edward caught me staring at him. He combed his eyes up and down my chest for a second, before he mouthed the word "later" to me.
Jared caught me pouting in response and said, "Oh my god, Jay, you do have it bad, dude."
I sputtered as Edward turned and laughed.
The University was funny about their sauna policy, so we stayed in our shorts when we went into the steam room. At least I wouldn't have to deal with Edward in a towel that could just be casually tossed aside.
Even so, I had a hard time keeping my hands to myself. I had gone from joining the jocks at Forks High in their locker room conversations about nailing chicks to sitting with my thigh pressed up against my boyfriend's in the steam room in a little over a year. It might not be a lot, but I marveled at my progress. There was something to be said for feeling comfortable in your own skin.
I knew we were way closer than was socially acceptable between two men, but after Edward sat down, I couldn't help but touch him in some way. Paul and Edward were chatting about some computer program they both had to use for their science classes, but I tuned it out. Instead, I watched Edward's messy bronze hair grow limp from the steam and start to fall in his eyes.
I couldn't help myself and brought my hand up to brush the strands out of his face.
He smiled softly at my touch, but apparently he wasn't the only one who noticed my gesture.
"What'd you fucking say!" I heard Paul shout, and I turned my gaze from Edward to see Paul launching himself at some guy who had been sitting across from us on the other side of the sauna.
Jared and I grabbed Paul to hold him back, but he was struggling against us. I could only imagine what the guy had said, but it was obviously in response me and Edward.
"It's okay, man. It's just an ignorant asshole," Edward hissed as he glared at the jerk.
The guy muttered something else before giving us a pointed glare and stalking out of the sauna.
What was this? First Felix getting mad at the slurs on our door and now Paul nearly biting some guy's head off. I had to admit, it felt nice to have people defend me. I had never seen Paul snap like that, he was usually pretty mild mannered.
Paul stood seething for a second, and we had to get him to promise not to go after the guy. Frankly, I was a little more worried that the kid would complain to someone at the gym and get us in trouble.
"What'd he say?" I asked through gritted teeth once Paul seemed calmed down.
"The usual," Edward said sadly. "I really appreciate you standing up for us. People like that? There's just nothing you can do. Breaking his nose wouldn't make him any less of a bigot."
"I know," Paul had visibly calmed down. "I just wish I could do something."
The relaxing mood had been killed, so we rinsed off and got back into street clothes. I went back to Edward's dorm with him and finally got to run my fingers through his hair in peace. I tried not to think about the asshole in the sauna and focused on trying to get in my boyfriend's pants instead. We made out on the couch until Edward insisted he had to study.
He told me that I should get some of my own work and come back. I knew he mostly just wanted me to return so we could fool around later, which I was completely okay with, but I also knew that he was trying to be a good influence on me. For all he got teased for being a nerd, he was unapologetically a good academic, and being around him did make me want to want to be a better student. But, it was really hard for me to find motivation.
I did, however, always enjoy watching him study. I tried to behave myself as best I could, but sometimes he would bite his lip in concentration and I would be a goner.
That night, I tried to finish my Econ homework, but after about an hour Edward got up to take out his contacts. When he turned to me in his glasses I had to suppress a groan.
"How's the economics homework looking?" he asked.
I started rubbing my dick through my jeans.
"Not nearly as good as you in your glasses."
"Jasper," Edward scolded.
"Keep talking, babe," I said as I unzipped my jeans.
"What are you doing?" Edward's eyes were wide.
"Watching you. Does it make you uncomfortable?"
He looked down and blushed.
"I guess it makes me a little self-conscious," he said quietly, but he didn't tell me to stop.
"You're gorgeous, Ed. I can't help myself."
I had taken my dick out and was stroking myself lazily.
"Alec could walk in," Edward reasoned.
"Then maybe you could help speed this up," I grinned.
"What would you like me to do?" He asked with a crooked smile.
"You could turn around slowly," I suggested. "Maybe bend over your desk."
"I was thinking about something a little more interactive," he said, lowering his voice.
"Oh, really?" My hand started moving faster on my cock, rubbing my thumb over the head.
He walked slowly toward me and put his knee down beside my lap where I sat on the futon. Then, he leaned down to kiss me. The way his glasses bumped into my nose probably shouldn't have turned me on so much, but it did. He put his other knee down beside my left leg and straddled my thighs.
He broke the kiss first and moved his lips to my ear. He dragged my lobe through his teeth the way I loved, then turned to plant a wet kiss behind it. I was thoroughly distracted by the sensation of his tongue tracing up the shell of my ear, that I nearly jumped when I felt his hand join mine on my dick.
His fingers covered mine as our hands worked together, stroking up faster and faster as the tension started to build in the pit of my stomach.
With his hot mouth against my neck and his hand tightening around my cock I was rushing toward completion.
"Come for me, love," Edward whispered in my ear.
He had never called me "love" like that before, in his low growling voice.
After a shockingly low number of strokes, my whole body tensed as I did what his sexy voice told me, coming in spurts, making a mess on our hands and my jeans.
Edward let go of my softening cock and brought his hand up to his lips, licking my spunk off it. He grinned at me.
"Now, what about you, gorgeous?" I asked after regaining my composure.
He shook his head. "I just wanted to do that for you."
It's possible I pouted.
"How 'bout I let you suck me off, later," he offered with a wink, before planting a soft kiss on my lips.
Needless to say, my Econ homework was turned in only half-finished, but Edward went to bed a happy boy.
I was so ready for the semester to end that I was starting to get irritable.
I was sitting in the middle of my American History class a few days later, listening to the professor drone on and on about the siege at Waco, when I snapped. The professor was beginning to rant about the interference of the military being an affront to our civil liberties, and I just couldn't take it anymore.
I was sitting in an aisle seat in the lecture hall, and I finally just stood up.
"This is pointless," I said loudly, but to no one in particular.
"Excuse me?" The professor was looking at me like I was an idiot.
"With all due respect, this is pointless. Now, I'm not saying that it wasn't a tragedy, and I'm not saying that the government didn't over-react or take advantage of a loophole in the 1986 amendment to the Posse Comitatus Act. I mean, you're right, waiting for the end of the world doesn't mean that you're trying to take over the world. But, for you to take this as an opportunity to espouse all the ills of our government and how they use military force unnecessarily isn't helping anything. The Justice Department claims that the Branch Davidians started the fires, and whether they did or not it doesn't change the result. Now, I'm from Texas, don't look at me like that, and I'm telling you right now that people exactly like David Caresh are saying the very same thing you are. The difference is that they are going to do something about it, crazy as it may be, and you're just going to stand up there and whine in front of a bunch of bored college students, because you refuse to exercise your right to make your voice heard where it counts."
I leaned forward to grab my book bag as the professor stared at me agape.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm leaving," I said with a wave of my hand, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to retort. "By all means, continue, but I'm not listening to this bullshit."
A few students applauded as I stalked out of the room.
Luckily, there were only a few more weeks of classes left. The professor had no idea who I was and his teaching assistants would be giving out the final. I could stop going to class, attend the final, shove my exam in the middle of the pile, and the professor wouldn't be able to exact revenge on me. This was my easiest class, and the only one I actually did the readings for.
When I confessed to Edward why I didn't have to go to my earliest class that Friday, he just laughed. I thought he'd scold me for ditching the class and telling off the teacher, but he had the exact opposite reaction.
"You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do that."
"Oh, come on, really?"
"All the time! I did kind of get into an argument with my Philosophy instructor about time the other day."
"You argued with a teacher?" I couldn't picture Edward getting into an argument with someone who was supposed to teach him.
"I'm not as big of a brown-noser as you think! She insisted that time wasn't real, and I tried to reason with her."
"I take it you didn't win the argument," I teased.
"I was right. She just refused to yield," Edward said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well, I highly recommend causing a scene and storming out of the classroom," I joked.
"I'll keep that in mind."
The end of April brought with it the biannual meeting with my adviser to register for Fall classes. I dreaded going into the man's office. It wasn't that he wasn't a nice guy or anything, it was just that without doing anything other than his job, he made me feel like a first-class idiot for having shitty grades and no major.
"Have you thought any more about a major, Jasper?" were the first words out of his lips.
"I've ruled out some," I offered, which wasn't totally a lie. I knew I didn't want to deal with people in any large capacity.
"Well, that's a step. Let me be frank with you, Jasper. It's not your lack of major that's the most concerning thing here. It's your grades. Based on your midterm reports, you seem to be doing better this semester, but you still have Fs on your record."
I pinched my nose with my thumb and forefinger.
"I know, I know. I was dealing with some... personal shit- er, stuff earlier this year."
"Luckily these are gen-ed classes and they are being offered this summer. What I'd recommend is retaking them to bring these grades up. If you want to finish any degree here at UW, you're going to have to raise your grade point average."
Summer school. I wondered how I would explain that to my parents. Well, it's not like they were helping me out financially anyway.
"Okay," I said meekly.
I didn't really have much of a choice.
I met Edward for dinner that night at the cafeteria. It was the first time I had seen him in a couple days, because his nose had been buried in the books.
I really wasn't in the mood to have a serious discussion with him about school, but I knew I needed to tell him about summer school. We hadn't actually discussed our summer plans. I had a horrible feeling that he was going to go back to Forks. The Newtons loved Edward, they'd surely give him his summer job back. If I was stuck here taking classes, I wasn't sure I could handle being away from Edward for the summer.
I had horrible images in my head of a gay tour bus coming into Newton's Sporting Goods on their way to Vancouver and seducing Edward to go away with them.
I knew Edward loved me, but I didn't understand at all why. I was nothing special.
I didn't want him to see how insecure I felt about possibly being away from him for three months, so I tried to bring it up casually.
"So, what are you doing this summer?"
"Um, I was actually going to take some classes. I'm thinking of picking up a second major."
Although I loved that Edward was so smart, sometimes I couldn't help but feel like a complete imbecile around him. A second major? I didn't even have one.
"Well, I'm going to take a couple classes, too." I didn't feel the need to tell him right then that I was actually retaking French and Psychology. That was just a detail.
"Really?" Edward's face lit up. "You're not going back to Forks? Or Port Angeles?"
"Nope. They aren't hiring where I worked last summer, and frankly, I don't think I could ever go back to living with my parents again."
Edward looked at me thoughtfully.
"So, you're planning on staying in the dorms?"
I nodded and then grinned.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.
Edward's grin matched mine. "I'll get the roommate request form tomorrow."
The next day, I told my parents I was going to take classes over the summer, and they didn't seem alarmed. I tried to stay casual when I mentioned I was going to be living in the dorms with Edward. I didn't really feel up to telling him that Edward and I were dating. They knew Ed was gay, but since they never really saw us together, I don't think they put two and two together.
I figured my mom would probably be okay with it. She really liked the Cullens and I had once heard her say that Edward was "a nice boy." That was the pinnacle of praise in her book.
My dad, on the other hand, well, I'm pretty sure that seeing me in the company of another man would bother him. To him, "gay" was just a word. If he didn't have to see it, he didn't have to think about it, and he could pretend it didn't exist. He lived his life according to "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." I tried to imagine being around him while holding hands with Edward or kissing him on the cheek. I could almost see the vein on his neck throbbing while he festered in silent disgust.
Regardless, they weren't aware I was essentially going to be living with my boyfriend for the summer, and that was okay with me.
First, I had to make it through an excruciating week of finals, and another two weeks before the summer session started. I spent that time in Forks trying to come up with excuses to go over to the Cullens' house. It was hard, though, to find any time alone with Edward. His parents didn't know we were dating, and I didn't want to neglect Alice or Emmett. They were my friends when Edward was just an elusive crush. At least now we could all hang out together without the awkward tension between Edward and I that marred our high school experiences.
There was only one real close call with Edward's parents. Alice, Rosalie and Emmett had joined Edward and me in the Cullens' basement for a Johnny Depp movie marathon. Edward was sitting curled up next to me on one of the couches when we heard the door open and Mrs. Cullen start to come down the stairs. Edward scrambled off me and pretended to be retrieving an errant popcorn kernel from in between the cushions to hide his blushing face.
Emmett teased him for being a pussy for a good, solid hour until I threatened to go home and tell my dad how the scratch on his truck really got there. Emmett and I both had so much dirt on each other, it wasn't funny, but it was enough to get him to shut up.
Edward was appreciative enough to give me a handjob in the bathroom between movies.
For once, I was excited about a school session starting.
As soon as we were alone in our dorm room, I knew I was going to have a hard time giving Edward enough space. I wanted to touch him all the time. Once we were free from roommates, and for the most part siblings, it was like it lit a fire inside me, and I needed him everywhere.
Luckily, since he only had two classes, Edward seemed to be of similar mind.
We fucked in the flimsy dorm beds.
We fucked on the desks.
We even fucked in the showers.
We only got caught once.
And that time, it was just by some drunk kid who was visiting his friend in the dorm for the weekend. He probably didn't remember hearing me groaning, "Fuck yourself on me, babe." Not to mention, he probably thought it was a chick in the shower with me. Anyway, we were the ones who had to listen to him take what sounded like a very satisfying whiz.
After the first time Edward let me fuck him in the shower, I started to become borderline obsessed with getting him naked and soapy. That one time fulfilled the fantasy I had had in the sauna, but it seemed to only fuel my imagination more.
Unfortunately, when you shared a bathroom with at least 30 other guys, it wasn't easy to find a time when no one would hear. Not to mention, the showers were small and the curtains didn't exactly offer all that much privacy. So, I paid way too much attention to bathroom traffic and figured out when the least used times of day were. I started going to the gym earlier and was sometimes able to convince Edward to come with me, so we would be back before the early risers started getting up.
If I put that kind of energy into my school work, I would have had a 4.0.
Edward tried to encourage me with my course work, but it just wasn't helping all that much. It didn't help that I could see what he was doing. I knew he was just trying to be supportive, and I did appreciate it. He never pushed me in a specific direction the way my family did. He genuinely tried to help me study and keep up with my assignments, and he talked to me without judgment about what I saw myself doing in the future.
I just couldn't see myself doing anything. I didn't like science enough to go into engineering like Rosalie. I did like to draw, but I wasn't really good with anything other than fashion sketches. I didn't have the patience to go into education. I hated math too much to go into anything related to business. I definitely didn't have Edward's brains or dedication to go into anything in the medical field.
One afternoon, I came back from my Psychology class to find Edward lying in bed with a textbook open in front of him. He looked engrossed in it, so I cleared my throat as I entered.
He lifted his head.
"How was class?"
"Ugh, I don't want to talk about it."
"I don't know, this is pretty interesting," Edward sounded like he meant it.
"Are you reading my Psychology book?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I already took this class, but our professor had us use a different text book. Didn't have all this stuff about abnormal psychology in it."
"So, have you figured out what's wrong with Emmett, yet?"
"I don't think Emmett's delightful combination of having been dropped on the head as a child and his Peter Pan Syndrome is covered in this chapter."
I laughed and stalked toward Edward, as he sprawled on the lower bunk of our stacked beds.
Upon reaching my destination, I snatched the book out of his hands, threw it aside and draped myself over his body.
I cut him off with a kiss.
He let me kiss him for a good minute before he wrenched himself away.
"Jasper, aren't you going to do your homework?"
"There are other things I'd rather do right now," I looked down at him pointedly.
"There are no deadlines with doing me," Edward countered back.
"Uh huh," I said before attacking his neck with my lips and teeth.
"It's really interesting material," Edward offered weakly. It wasn't all that difficult to seduce Edward, and we both knew I was going to triumph in this battle.
I pulled myself up a little and looked down at his shining green eyes.
"What? Is it going to tell me what's wrong with me?"
"There's nothing wrong with you, Jasper."
"Oh, there's something wrong with me all right," I said right before I shoved my tongue into his mouth again for another probing kiss. "Your dick's not up my ass."
"Fuck," Edward muttered.
"Exactly," I agreed.
I whipped my shirt up over my head, and the shift in weight caused my groin to press against Edward's. If he had any plans to protest and force me into doing my homework, they were effectively ended.
His hands were immediately on my chest, his fingertips traced my muscles lightly before pinching my nipples. I made him shed his own shirt, so I could press my bare skin against his while he pushed his lips up into mine.
I never tired of kissing Edward, especially like this, when we could just enjoy the feel of each other, and let the lust build without worry of distraction.
His fingers curled in my hair as the kiss grew heavier and more frantic. We parted for breath, but almost instantly my lips were on his neck and his chest, sucking on his slightly salty skin. I was so worked up that I starting grind against him. It wasn't long before he started pushing his hips up to meet mine. I also never got tired of feeling Edward's dick, hard and pressing against me, even through layers of clothing.
His hands came up to my belt buckle, and with no argument from me, he was unbuckling, unzipping, and freeing me from the denim. He tossed the Seven jeans I had gotten on sale last month aside, while I worked the khaki cargo shorts off his body. I hated the ugly things and they made Edward look like a damn frat boy, but he insisted that they were comfortable and agreed only to wear them when I wasn't with him for an extended period of time.
I wanted to tear his boxers off too, but I held onto the idea of working him into a frenzy first. So, I got back on top of him and continued grinding against him, until he was the one to put an end to it. It didn't take long.
"Jasper," he groaned. "Need you."
I loved it when he got so horny he was rendered incoherent. I pushed myself off him, and we both scrambled around the room for lube and a condom.
Eventually, I found the bottle under our small loveseat, as Edward retrieved the box of condoms that had fallen behind his desk.
"Lie down," he murmured, as we both returned to the bottom bunk.
I slipped out of my boxer-briefs, then got on my stomach and hugged the pillow at the head of the bed.
He lay beside me, quickly stretching me with a slicked finger. Then, I could almost feel his whole weight on me as he rolled over, replacing his finger with something much larger.
I groaned loudly as he entered me. He let me adjust, before pulling out slowly a few inches and pressing back in. He continued that way, barely moving in and out of me, building up gradually.
I was a whimpering mess when Edward came. It felt incredible when he shuddered above me, so close as we were it was almost like I had come too. Before he had even finished coming down from his bliss, he rolled me over and sucked me off in minutes. Only then did he collapse in the after glow.
I curled up against Edward in the tiny bed afterward as he napped, and I tried to quash the creeping feeling that I was going to be in trouble if I didn't start taking school more seriously. Eventually, Edward shifted onto his side, and I draped an arm over his waist. Even in his sleeping state, his hand instinctively came up to cover mine.
School work could wait another day.
It was a game of denial I was playing, but it was just so easy to forget all my problems and lose myself in Edward's touch.
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