A/N:This story was originally written for YogaGal's birthday last year. I figured I'd bring her boys back for her birthday again. A bunch of wonderful writers put a blog together for her bday. You can check out all the stories at: yogagalbirthday(dot)blogspot(dot)com
My dearest Motek! Yom huledet sameach! Happiest of birthdays my love. I'm sorry I didn't have the time to write you a full blown story, but I hope you'll enjoy a little bit of time with Jasper and Geekward. Sadly, Precious doesn't actually make an appearance this time. You are a wonderful friend and mother, and I love you, and hope this year brings you everything you wish for. FarDareisMai.
"Right there! Oh my god, Jasper!"
I looked at Edward, the way his eyes were bright and wild behind his glasses, and the flush that was making its way up his neck. I wanted to trace the flush with my tongue.
Three years with my fuckhot computer nerd of a boyfriend, and I never got tired of seeing how his body reacted when he got excited.
Never stopped getting turned on by it. I adjusted myself discreetly.
He grabbed my arm. "Jasperrrr." He whined when I didn't give him what he wanted.
"Edwaaaaard," I taunted in reply.
"Jasper, please! There, right there!"
He grabbed my chin and redirected my face.
"Would you please just look?"
I grinned as I turned my head. Then I turned back.
"Yes, Edward, that's Neil Gaiman."
I snorted. I had to get him to stop speaking in internet acronyms.
We were at ComicCon. My book had been optioned as a t.v. show, and I was invited to be part of the panel for the show. Although I was there as a panelist, the truth was Edward and I were pretty much walking around like a pair of slack-jawed fanboys.
But just then?
Just then I only had eyes for my Edward. He was all geek hot, with his thick-framed glasses and Chucks, although I made him wear better fitting clothes since we started dating. I liked seeing my boy's ass in tight jeans, and enjoyed the way his "Resistance is futile" t-shirt stretched across his chest.
We had several hours until my panel, and suddenly I wasn't feeling very fanboyish. No, in fact, there was only one boy I wanted to pay attention to, and he was standing to my right.
"Jasper, do you think we can meet him?"
"What? Oh, ummm, I dunno, maybe? But, ummm, uh . . ." I trailed off hoping he took the bait.
I looked around furtively. "I don't want to talk about it here," I told him, then grabbed his hand and pulled him toward what looked like an empty hallway.
The hallway was long and dark, and more importantly, it was empty. I found a small alcove and shoved Edward into it.
But that was all I let him get out before I kissed him. It was messy and desperate, and I managed to knock his glasses off, but when I wove my hands into his hair and ground my hard on into his hip, his protest ended in a desperate groan.
"Need you," I whined.
"Oh fuck," he whispered, his hips bucking against me.
My hands went to his belt and started to unbuckle it, while my mouth kept kissing him—his lips, his jaw, his neck, my tongue finally tracing his flush up his neck.
His hands grabbed mine. "Jasper! We can't! Not here."
I batted his hands away. "Yes. Here. Now. Need to taste you. Need to be inside you. Please baby."
I dropped to my knees.
"Do you remember the first time I did this?" The belt was unbuckled.
"You were so fucking hot, baby." The button was open and the zipper was down.
"You kept looking down at me. Kept trying to type." I pulled out his cock, hard and with a small pearl of moisture at the tip.
"Such a dirty mouth you had. I wanna hear your dirty mouth, Edward." My tongue flicked out to taste him.
"Oh god." The words tore from him in a needy grunt.
I sucked the head in.
"Fuck yes," he hissed.
I swallowed him all the way down, and pulled his pants down to his knees.
"Oh fuck! God damn son-of-a-bitch!"
I listened to the string of profanities that came out of his mouth while I sucked him. I loved dirty talking Edward, and I loved teasing and drawing out his orgasms just so I could hear him talk, but I didn't want to finish him off with my mouth.
Standing up, I kissed him hard again, then spun him around.
"Keep your hands on the wall," I whispered to him while I kissed his neck.
"Christ, Jasper," he whimpered. "We can't. . . . not here . . ."
I nipped at his neck. "Yes we can. Right here."
I pulled the small packet of lube and condom out of my pocket. A couple of minutes and fingers later, I was pushing in to him. I bottomed out with a groan, and pressed all the way against him, my fingers entwined with his against the wall, the full length of our bodies touching.
"I love you so much," I whispered.
Then I pulled back, settled my hands on his hips and began thrusting. Truth was we didn't have the time for a long and sweet fuck. No, it had to be down and dirty and fast, before we were caught.
I slid my right hand around and fisted his cock.
I won't lie and say it was our finest moment. Two strokes and Edward was painting the wall with his come. One more thrust from me and I followed, coming hard and biting down on his shoulder to keep from shouting out loud.
After we caught our breath, I pulled out of him carefully, and we both began to snicker like a couple of schoolboys as we righted ourselves.
"That was perfect," Edward told me.
I leaned my forehead against his and then kissed him. "Yeah?"
When Edward nodded, I grinned. "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?"
About a year into our relationship, Edward and I had started a list of things we wanted to try, sexual things. One of Edward's favorites was sex in a public place.
Remember what I said about the quiet ones?
Yeah. Edward's list was much, much longer than mine.
I kissed him again, then grabbed his hand and began to pull him back up the hallway, when suddenly a tall, backlit figure loomed in front of us.
"Excuse me," a familiar British accent said. "I'm looking for the loo and seem to have gotten lost."
When Edward and I just stood there, dumbstruck, he continued. "Oh, where are my manners? Hello." He extended his hand. "I'm Neil—"
"Jasper, I think you just fucked me stupid, because I could swear that Neil Gaiman is standing in front of us and introducing himself, and that just can't be, so yeah, you just, you must have, you—"
"I, uh, I think I see . . . oh yes, there's the sign . . . I'll just . . ." and he hurried off, escaping us as quickly as possible.
"Edward? You realize that was . . . that was . . ."
I heard him gulp, then whimper.
I turned and looked at him, then started laughing.
After a moment he did too, and we were still laughing as we walked back out into the main room.
Seconds later Edward's cell phone pinged that he had a text. His face blanched as he read it.
He looked up at me in a panic. "Oh god, Jasper. Did I just tell Neil Gaiman you fucked me stupid?"
I laughed. "Yeah, yeah you did."
"Oh god," he groaned.
Edward handed me his phone.
Eddie, dude, you're gonna owe me big! Room 2142. One hour. Gaiman needs his computer fixed. Now, who's your favorite brother?
"F.M.L," Edward muttered. "F.M.L."
Yeah, we're gonna have to work on those acronyms.
a/n: So, I hope you enjoyed that little bit of PWP. Also, no I have no proprietary interest in these peeps, they belong to SM. Of course, Neil Gaiman belongs to himself. No offense to anyone is intended.