A/N: My first story, ever, has gone over 500 hundred reviews and has been nominated for an award. As a thank you to all of my lovely readers, I thought I'd post an outtake from Southern Charm. This is Chapter 6 - I've got the b.l.u.e.s. from Jasper's point of view. I know some of you were hoping for this, so enjoy! And as always, thanks for all of the reviews, favoriting, and alerting. You have made my first experience as a fan fiction writer amazing!
Outtake I – First Impressions
6/30/2002, 22:30 – JPOV
Zac had called me in at nine because one of the servers, Steve, had gone home sick; apparently he had the stomach flu. Since I lived right across the street from the bar, I was the go to guy in situations like these, but I couldn't really understand why they needed me at all. It was slow as hell. I leaned up against the bar and sighed. I didn't mind helping them out, but I had classes early the next morning and didn't want to be here until all hours of the night. "If it stays like this, I'll let you go in a few," Zac noted from over my shoulder. "We're not typically this slow on Sundays."
"No worries, it's just that I have class in the mornin' and don't want to be here until close, if that's okay?" I replied, turning to face Zac directly. Mary, the other server on duty came up to the bar and placed an order – Zac just nodded to me in recognition of my request. I loved working here. The people were amazing and the music was a great side benefit. I wasn't really into blues music before I started, but there were some talented musicians playing here that had definitely changed my mind and expanded my musical horizons. I had even bought a guitar and started taking lessons in my spare time at the music store located below my apartment.
My sister Rosie and I had moved here from Texas just over a month ago. She was accepted at the University of Chicago and was pre-law. I took another path and had enrolled at the police academy. We found a two bedroom loft on Halsted just north of Lincoln Park and were sharing it. We were twins and got along pretty well for siblings although we were as different as night and day. Rosie was fiery and outspoken while I was laid back and introspective. The week we moved in I was exploring the neighborhood and noticed the help wanted sign in the window of the blues bar across the street from us. The rest is history. I had met a lot of great people working here and at the police academy; I was settling in well and happy that we made the move to Chicago.
Rosie was having a blast. I had introduced her to one of my classmates from the academy, Emmett, and they had hit it off right away. In fact, she'd been spending more time over at his place than ours. I asked her this morning if she thought maybe they were moving too fast, but she said that she knew that he was the one. How on earth she knew that after only a month was beyond me, but he seemed to treat her well and that was enough for me. Plus, Emmett and I were becoming great friends too. My only concern was that he kept trying to set me up on blind dates with girls he knew – saying it would be great if I could double with him and Rosie. I hadn't gotten the courage up yet to tell Emmett I was gay – I was trying to keep it quiet since the police department wasn't always the most welcoming to gays and lesbians. Sighing again, I promised myself I would tell him soon. I didn't think he would have a problem with it, but you never knew.
Turning back to check on my tables, I almost fell over when the door opened and the most beautiful man I'd ever seen walked into the bar. He was tall with a lean build, but had broad shoulders and what had to be the best ass in the world. "Sit in my section, sit in my section, sit in my section," I prayed under my breath and watched as he promptly made his way to a table in Mary's section. "Fuck!" Looking around, I found Mary on her way back to the bar and basically attacked her. "I'll give you twenty if you let me take that table in the back?"
Mary glanced at the new customer over her shoulder and gave me a wink, "I see how it is. No need to pay me, I was getting ready to take my break anyway. Go ahead and have at it," she teased.
"You are a goddess among women," I replied and pushing off from the bar, made my way over to the table. "Welcome to b.l.u.e.s., what can I get for you tonight?" I drawled, playing up my Texas roots a bit. The view up close was even better than from afar. But the dim lighting in the bar kept him in the shadows and he replied without even looking at me. Look up, damn it!
"A double scotch on the rocks," he said, his attention focused on the band instead of me.
"Comin' right up," I noted. "I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail."
I walked back to the bar and put in his order with Zac, who was looking at me in amusement. "What?" I said snarkily.
"Now are you glad I called you in?" he asked, smirking.
"Shut up – have you seen him? That's my dream man right there," I teased back.
"Well, you may be his dream man too – he couldn't take his eyes off of you as you walked back to the bar."
"Really?" I said, with a hopeful expression on my face.
"Really," Zac replied, shaking his head at me. "Here's his drink, try not to jump him in the middle of the floor, okay?"
I just snorted out a laugh and headed back to my obsession for the evening. "Here you go - one double scotch on the rocks. Are you wantin' to start a tab or pay as you go?" I asked, leaning across him to place his drink on the table. As I straightened up to hear his response, our eyes met and I was lost. Absolutely done in. What the fuck? His jade green eyes were filled with such sadness that it took my breath away. In that moment, I wanted to do anything and everything to make this man smile. I gazed at his hair, trying to determine what color it was and gave up. It was a darkish brown, with blond and red highlights and messy as hell. I just wanted to run my hands through it for hours. Jesus, get a hold of yourself, Jasper, before you start drooling!
"Um, what?" he asked, looking up at me in confusion. Maybe I wasn't the only one having a moment?
"Are you wantin' to start a tab or pay as you go? If you want to start a tab, I'll be needin' your credit card. If not, it's $7.00 for the drink," I repeated with a smile. The sadness I had seen in his eyes a few moments ago was changing to something else, I just couldn't figure out what yet.
"I'll start a tab; just keep them coming," he responded, reaching for his wallet and pulling out a credit card. He handed it over to me and I took it over to the bar for Zac to run. I was about to look and get his name from the card when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught him checking out my ass. With a smirk, I waited until his eyes met mine and raised an eyebrow – did he need something? He shook his head once and directed his attention back to the band. I handed his card over to Zac, directing him to start a tab for my table. Once he'd finished running it, I grabbed it from his hand and walked back to the angel at table 10.
He was moping about something. I was a good reader of body language and the way he was slumped in his chair told me that he wasn't here to enjoy the music. Someone was drowning their sorrows. As I reached the table, I placed his credit card in front of him. He held up his nearly empty drink and said with a self-deprecating smirk, "I'll be ready for another when you need to come back this way for your other tables."
I just winked and replied, "Will do."
Back at the bar, I gave Zac the order and tried to gather up my courage. I was going to get him to smile if it took me all night. I had never felt such an instant connection to someone before and tried to wrap my head around it. I wasn't the most experienced of gay men, but I was pretty sure that Mr. Magnificent played for my team – but you never knew. Yes, I wanted to throw him down on the table and have my way with him, but I wanted to know what was bothering him even more. Someone that beautiful should never look that sad.
I watched surreptitiously as he pulled up another chair and put his feet up. He slouched down further in the chair and tossed back the rest of his drink. Slow down, hard charger, I thought. Getting smashed isn't going to solve any of your problems. Shaking off my worries, I tried to wrap my head around the feelings I was experiencing. I had only dated one person before – Peter, but I'd never felt like this with him. Peter was a good friend and the only other gay man that I was aware of in my small home town back in Texas. I guess you could call us fuck buddies more than boyfriends, but it wasn't like there was a hell of a lot to choose from. Being out and proud deep in the heart of Texas wasn't exactly easy and I would be forever grateful to Peter for his friendship as I came to terms with my sexuality. He had been there when I came out to my folks and Rosie, promising me that it would be okay. I had expected the worst and was shocked when they accepted me for who I was unconditionally. I was especially worried about the reaction of my former military father, but he took it in stride. In fact, he seemed more upset about the fact that I was moving to Chicago to become a police officer than the idea that I was gay. Zac's insistent calling of my name brought me back to the present and I just shrugged in embarrassment as I took the drink from him. I took a deep breath and resolved to talk to my boy.
I arrived at the table and waited for him to look up at me. "Here's another drink. Still doin' okay or can I get you something else?" I asked with a stupid grin on my face. Way to make an impression Jasper.
"I'm good for now, thanks," he replied, reaching for the new drink in what I took for a gesture of dismissal. I wasn't about to give up yet, though. Time to man up, Jasper!
"Will anyone be joining you tonight?" I asked. Please say no, please say no…
"Um, nope," he stated. Score!!! But then he mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't hear.
"What was that? I didn't catch that last bit," I asked, wanting desperately to know what was going on in that head of his.
"Nothing – just muttering to myself," he responded.
"Well, you know what they say about talking to yourself…" I teased. Lame, Jasper, lame!
He laughed softly and said, "I don't think it's that bad yet." His laughter was like manna from heaven. I would pay millions of dollars to hear it again.
"Good to know," I replied with a grin. Okay, Jasper, you can do this. Take a deep breath and just ask. "Look, I'm fixin' to be off for the night in about 10 minutes. Would you mind some company?" I inquired, hoping that he would say yes. I watched as a range of emotions played across his face – surprise, nervousness, and then fear?
"Um…" was the only response I got and I started backtracking immediately. Apparently I needed to get my gaydar readjusted.
"Oh, sorry - I just thought… No worries…" I said apologetically and started to walk away back to the bar. Idiot, idiot, idiot!
Just then I heard, "Oh God, NO! Um, I mean yes, I wouldn't mind some company," he nearly shouted from behind me.
I wasn't about to give him time to change his mind. "Excellent – I'll be back in a jiffy and I'll bring another drink with me," I replied, smiling widely at him and nearly running back to the bar.
"Zac!" I called, watching the older man raise an eyebrow and walk towards me. "Ummm, do you think I can take off now?"
"Sure, Mary should be back from her break in about five minutes. Why don't you start closing your tickets and then you can take off," he said with a smirk. "Got big plans all of a sudden?"
"Maybe – we'll see," I responded with a grin. "Can you get me another double scotch on the rocks and a Pepsi?"
"Will do," he said, shaking his head at me and walked off to fill the order. I closed out the two tables I had remaining and handed them off to Mary. Kissing her on the cheek, I thanked her again for allowing me to take her table. Grabbing the drinks from Zac, I walked back over to Mr. Magnificent. Placing the glasses on the table, I waved off his attempts to move his feet off of the chair to make a seat for me. "You look comfortable; I'll just grab a chair from one of the other tables," I noted.
I grabbed a chair from the empty table to the left and pulled it as close to his as I could and still be considered appropriate. Wishing that I was old enough to drink legally - I definitely could use the courage right about now - I instead took a large gulp of my Pepsi. "Thank God, I needed that. So, the name's Jasper…" I said, wiping the condensation from the glass off on my jeans and offering my hand for a shake.
"Edward," He replied, placing his hand in mine. I held onto it a bit longer than necessary, but the touch of his skin against mine was divine.
"Edward, huh? I wouldn't have figured you for an Edward," I said with a smirk. I very well couldn't tell him that I'd named him Mr. Magnificent in my head.
"Really? I can't say that my first thought would have been Jasper, either," he said defensively. Shit! Fix it, Jasper, fix it!
"Don't get me wrong, I like Edward. Mine's a family name – could have been worse, I suppose. I could have been named after my Uncle Cletus," I noted with a grin. Oh my God, why are you bringing up Uncle Cletus, he doesn't care!
"Oh my God," he laughed heartily, "You're right, Jasper is definitely the lesser of two evils!" I sat there for a moment lost in the sound of his laughter and then realized that if I wanted him to talk; I needed to continue the conversation.
"I haven't seen you around here before, you new in town or just visitin'?" I inquired. Have I seen you around here? Smooth move, Jasper. Rolling my eyes at myself internally, I waited to see if he would respond to my lame question.
"No, I'm originally from Chicago – actually Naperville – but was here visiting my brother in Lincoln Park. I've been living in Virginia for the past two years," he replied. An out of towner? No!!!
"Virginia? You work out there or somethin'?" I inquired.
"I was doing my internship. Now I'm getting ready to start my residency program," he said.
No way was Edward old enough to be a doctor. I had him figured for being only a couple of years older than me. "A doctor, huh? Fancy that. You don't look old enough to be a doctor," I remarked.
"I'm 26, I finished my undergrad early. You don't look old enough to be serving drinks," he teased back.
Oh shit! He's going to freak when he finds out how old I am. "I'm old enough to serve drinks, just not drink them. Liquor law says you have to be eighteen to serve, twenty-one to drink em'," I said, toasting him with my glass of Pepsi. Wait for it, wait for it – here comes the brush off…
"So, why are you hanging out with an old man like me and not your friends or girlfriend? The night is still young," he asked curiously.
Girlfriend? WTF? And I thought my gaydar was broken… "Well, I have school in the morning – I'm attendin' the police academy. I just moved here a few weeks ago from Texas with my twin sister and haven't really had any time to make a lot of friends yet. And no boyfriend, either," I responded with a wink, holding my breath while waiting for his response. Was I wrong? I didn't think so, but again - you never knew.
There it was again, that expression of fear. I guess that was my answer. Grabbing my glass, I stood up and said, "Sorry, I guess I read the signals wrong. I apologize if I bothered you…" I trailed off, embarrassed at getting it so wrong, not to mention, extremely disappointed.
"No!" Edward exclaimed loudly, garnering looks from the tables around us. "Please sit back down," he said in a quieter voice. "It's not that, I just…"
"You just what?" I asked, growing frustrated with the mixed messages he was sending.
"I just can't … look, I'm in the military," he explained in a low tone of voice. Fuck! Okay – back-up plan, Jasper, back-up plan.
"Oh, shit. Sorry – listen, why don't we go somewhere a little more private then? I'd like to get to know you a little more and my apartment is right across the street. I room with my twin, but she's staying at her boyfriend's place tonight. We can talk without being interrupted," I noted, pleading with my eyes for him to say yes. I wasn't ready to let him go yet.
"If you are sure, I'd love to," he said, and then looked surprised at his response. Hell, I was surprised at his response and did a little jig on the inside.
"Um, okay. Let me go settle your tab and we'll head out," I said with a nervous grin and made my way over to Zac. Edward followed close behind me and settled the tab with Zac.
Zac, being the smartass that he is, couldn't resist one last comment. "You boys have a good night," he said. "Be safe."
"Will do – Zac," I promised with a wink, "See you tomorrow."
06/30/2002, 22:35 - JPOV
"Jasper, are you sure about this?" Edward asked as we exited the bar. Am I sure? I haven't been surer of something in my entire life…
"You aren't a serial killer or anything, are you?" I joked, smirking.
"I'm not, but I could be. You really shouldn't invite strangers back to your place," he cautioned.
"Look, I know that we don't really know each other, but I can tell you need someone to talk to and I'm interested in learning more about you, Edward. Besides, Zac knows that I left with you and if I don't show up for work tomorrow, he'll know whose description to give to the police," I replied with a laugh. "Now, are you comin' or what?"
"Yes," he replied, following me as I crossed the street. The first floor of my building was a music store and the entrance to our loft was at the side of the building. I unlocked the door and disengaged the alarm. Turning slightly, I gestured for Edward to follow me up the stairs. As I unlocked the door, I tried to shake off the nerves. Edward said yes! Edward was going to be in my apartment. Now what?
"Home sweet home," I said sheepishly, holding the door open for Edward to enter. I gestured towards the couch for Edward to take a seat. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you somethin' to drink? I have some beer if you are interested?"
"I'll take a beer, thank you," he replied. I watched as he took in my apartment and then strode off to the kitchen to retrieve the beer.
"You have a lovely home," I heard him call out as I made my way back to the living room.
"Thanks. My sister and I were lucky to find something that was close to both work and school. She attends the University of Chicago and works part-time at the bookstore there. Once we moved in I found out that b.l.u.e.s. was hiring servers; it has worked out perfectly," I rambled. Shut up – Jasper! "So….you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"Talk about what?" he evaded, quirking an eyebrow at me in attempt to avoid my question. I wasn't buying it though.
"Whatever has you looking like your dog was run over and drowning your sorrows in double scotches on the rocks?" I shot back.
He sighed and said, "I told you earlier that I was here visiting my brother. We had a fight and basically, I left without saying goodbye to him. It's just we've been having the same argument the entire time I've been home and I'm tired of him not supporting me."
"What was the fight about?" I queried.
"I joined the Navy in medical school. They offered me a full scholarship, plus room and board, in exchange for completing my internship, residency, and four years of service at Navy hospitals. Carlisle, my brother, thinks I'm absolutely insane - that I'm basically throwing my life away for the next 8 years. But, I honestly couldn't see a better solution to paying for school. I didn't want to come out of school owing over $200,000 and Carlisle and his wife Esme have a 6-year-old daughter and just bought a new house. If they had had to pay for my education, they would never have been able to afford the house."
"How is that going to work though? If you are gay, and I'm assuming you are from the way you were checking out my ass earlier," I quipped, tossing him a cheeky grin, "isn't this going to be very difficult for you?"
"It's that whole 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' thing. During my internship, I pretty much kept to myself. I didn't date and threw myself into work. I figure I can do the same thing during my residency and no one will ever have to know that I'm gay. I'll be so busy with work that I won't have time for a relationship anyway," he replied with a sad smile.
"True, but that's a hell of a sacrifice to make. No dates, no relationships, nothing for however long. I'm not sure I could do that," I offered. "I give you credit for doing it, I think it's great that you are doing this for your family and for our country, but I'm just not sure I could push away that side of myself for that long."
"If I'm being totally honest Jasper, I'm not sure how I'm going to do it either. But, I've always been a bit of a loner and even though I'm 26, I've never really had a serious relationship. I just threw myself into school and then work. Don't get me wrong, I've dated some, but I guess I haven't ever found that person that would make me second guess this choice," he explained, looking down at the floor. "Besides, it's not like guys are falling down over themselves to get to me. I'm pretty much a plain Jane."
Ok, now the boy was just delirious. "Are you shittin' me, Edward?" I exclaimed, completely at a loss as to how he could not know.
"Huh?" he asked, looking confused.
"Edward, you are absolutely, positively gorgeous. I nearly fell over when you walked into the bar tonight. Hell, half of the people in the room were eye fucking you. I didn't think I would even have a chance until I caught you checking me out," I said passionately. I had to touch him and reached over to grab his hand and squeeze it gently in reassurance. "Edward, you are a beautiful man, inside and out."
He lifted those beautiful green eyes to mine and gave me a searching look, almost as if he was trying to determine if I was telling the truth or not. Was he really not aware of his affect on others? How was this amazing man so insecure? He brought our entwined hands up to his mouth and brushed his lips across my knuckles. I felt my dick twitch in my jeans and tried to concentrate on what he was saying. "Thank you. I think you are beautiful as well," he said quietly.
My heart quit working for a moment and then restarted at a frantic rate. I wanted to kiss this man but I wasn't sure if that was what he wanted. When he released my hand, I took a chance and moved so that I was kneeling next to him on the couch. His eyes were still locked with mine when I placed my hands on either side of his face. "Stay still, I just want to try somethin'," I whispered, moving slowly to give him a chance to say no. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his tentatively. I began to pull back when I felt his hand reach up and cup the nape of my neck and bring me back to him. Edward placed the sweetest kisses on my cheeks and my closed eyes before finally, finally kissing me again. I was lost – completely lost in the feeling and taste of this glorious man as he deepened the kiss. Nothing in my life had ever felt this good and within moments I was basically attacking him, tangling my tongue with his in attempt to drink him in.
I moved to straddle Edward's lap and moaned loudly, pressing my arousal against his. "God Edward, you taste so good," I said, my voice husky with desire. Edward ran one of his hands down my back and plunged the other one into my hair, caressing my curly locks. I cupped his face again and kissed him as if my life depended on it. I felt Edward's hands move under my shirt and groaned again. He was going to be the death of me. I broke away from him, gasping for air, and then reached for his shirt, waiting for him to give me a signal that he was in this with me. He nodded shyly and I lifted the shirt over his head, revealing his toned body to me. I bit my lip to stifle yet another moan. Edward removed my shirt as well and pulled back slightly to look me over. Oh God, what if he didn't find me attractive? I was about to grab my shirt and put it back on when I felt Edward's hands run over my chest and shoulders.
"Mmmm, Jasper, your body is amazing," he whispered. He placed soft kisses on my neck and then dragged his lips down to suck lightly on my collarbone. I could barely form a coherent thought, the pleasure I was experiencing at just the simple touch of his lips against my skin was overwhelming. He placed his hands on my ass and pressed me into his erection and I knew that I was done for. When Edward flicked a nipple with his tongue, I lost all control and began rocking my hips against his, moaning his name. I wanted those lips back on mine and pushed my fingers into his hair to drag his face up to mine. I kissed him slow and deep, drowning in the sensations of his tongue teasing mine. Needing air, I broke away and leaned back. I wanted him in my bed. I needed to feel his body on mine and the couch just wasn't long enough for both of us.
"How about we take this to a more comfortable venue?" I asked, standing up from the couching and grabbing Edward's hand.
"Are you sure? I don't want to do anything you don't want to do, Jasper," he said, the sincerity of his question making me need him more.
"Edward, I'm sure," I replied, pulling him up from the couch and leading him to my bedroom. As we entered, I flicked on the lamp on the bedside table. "I want to see every inch of you," I murmured. All night we'd been in dim lighting and I wanted to see it all. "Take off your pants," I demanded, quickly removing my own clothes, but leaving my boxer briefs on. I wasn't quite ready to reveal all – what if he found me lacking? I looked up and found Edward staring at me and I couldn't quite make out his expression – was he going to change his mind? He seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts and soon was standing there in just his boxers. I pulled back the comforter and sheet, and lay down on one side of the bed. Patting the space next to me, I went for what I hoped was a seductive look. I arched an eyebrow at him and said, "Come and join me."
Edward walked around to the other side of the bed and got in. He moved until we were lying face to face, but then went no further, as if waiting for me to take the initiative. I was sure he had more experience than I did, and I was nervous, but I couldn't resist him. I leaned in and took his lips in another slow and deep kiss. I could kiss him for hours and be satisfied, but not tonight. Tonight I wanted it all and placed my hands on his shoulders so that I could move him onto his back. I began trailing kisses down his body until I reached his nipples – flicking one and then the other with my tongue – surprised when Edward released a loud moan of pleasure. The sounds this man made were blissful and I continued my quest, running my tongue over his six pack. I glanced up as I heard Edward moan again and I knew what I wanted to do next. Tossing him a wink, I began to pull Edward's boxers down. He lifted his hips to help me and with a quick movement, I pulled them off and tossed them across the room. His thick, hard cock slapped up against his abdomen and I groaned, "Oh Edward, you truly are beautiful." I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock and to my amazement, it twitched in response.
"You have me at a disadvantage, Jasper," Edward replied, eyeing my boxer briefs. "Do you think we can even the score?"
I jumped off the bed, pulling off the offensive article of clothing and crawled back over his body. Edward pulled me down to lay directly on top of him and took my lips in another hungry kiss. As our bodies melded together, I felt our cocks make contact. "Mmmm, Jasper, you feel so good…"
I couldn't help myself and began to grind my dick against his. I wanted this man so much that it was almost incomprehensible. I needed to feel him, so I reached down to enclose his cock in my hand, rubbing my thumb over the slit at the top. I began stroking it slowly, up and down until Edward gasped out, "Jesus Christ!"
"Can I taste you Edward?" I asked, dying to get a taste of him and feel his dick in my mouth.
"Fuck yes," he groaned and propped himself up on his elbows so that he could watch me. I spread his legs to make room for my body and then knelt between them. I kept up the rhythm of my hand on his cock and then leaned down to take the tip into my mouth. I ran my tongue across the slit, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered and moaned, "Mmmm, so sweet." I took his dick deeper, running my tongue against the underside and nearly came myself when I heard him pant, "Unnhhh – Jasper – so good." I wanted him to let go, to just experience this pleasure so I took his hard dick as deep into my throat as I could stand. Edward's hands plunged into my hair, but then gentled, and I wanted to purr like a cat. I slowed my actions as well, licking his cock as I took him in and sucking it as I came back up. "Fuck Jasper, I'm not going to last if you keep doing this…" he warned.
I didn't care. I wanted him to let go. Releasing his cock with pop, I whispered to him, "I don't care – I want you to come for me Edward. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum. I want to taste you." Then I got back to the business at hand. I was going to have it all and proceeded to suck him for all that I was worth. I got my reward when he began to cry out, "Jasper, oh God – fuck! I'm….baby… I'm going to come …" I took him as deep as I could, swallowed around the tip, and drank down everything he gave me. When he was finished, Edward collapsed back into the bed with a groan and a very satisfied look on his face. I licked off the remaining cum from his cock and sat back up.
Edward reached down and pulled me up so that we were face to face. He brought his lips to mine and thrust his tongue between my lips. He groaned and rolled us so that I was lying beneath him, kissing me harder and then breaking off to say, "That was fucking amazing, thank you."
He was thanking me? "It was most definitely my pleasure," I replied, grinning up at him. I sighed as he began brushing soft kisses on the underside of my jaw and onto my neck and shoulder. My entire body jolted when he lapped at one of my nipples and when he took it gently between his teeth, I moaned loudly.
"It feels like you have a rather large problem that needs tending to," he murmured, pressing his reawakened arousal against my cock.
"Fuck, Edward," I hissed, grinding my dick against his. I couldn't take it – I was going to die from this, I was certain. His mouth continued to trail down my body and I felt like I was going to explode when he wrapped his hand around my cock and began stroking it slowly while sucking my balls into his mouth. "Unnhhh, shit – that feels…" I trailed off, biting my lower lip to silence the loud moans that were eminent. I had to see him, so I propped myself up, much like Edward had done, and watched as he placed his mouth on my cock.
"Do you like that Jasper?" he asked seductively, releasing me and licking up the underside of my dick. "Tell me what you want, baby. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
If he didn't stop soon, I was going to come. I felt this sudden need to have him inside of me, but I'd only ever bottomed one other time. I preferred to top, but this was Edward, and everything was different. I wanted him to make me his. "I want to feel you inside of me, Edward," I replied huskily, reaching down to tangle my hands into his hair while he continued his ministrations on his cock.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I don't have anything with me."
Never let it be said that I'm not prepared. I reached into the night stand drawer one-handed and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. "I'm 100% sure," I replied, handing them to Edward.
He took the essentials from me and laid them by my hip. Crawling back up my body, Edward took my lips in a frenzied kiss, thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth. He then moved to kneel between my spread legs, placing kisses on the back of my thighs as he pushed them up towards my chest. I felt exposed and a bit anxious, but resolved to keep going. Closing my eyes, I felt Edward squirt some lube around my hole and then gently ease one finger in. He moved his long finger in and out slowly, and I thrust upwards involuntarily as he brushed against a spot deep inside me that I wasn't even aware existed. "Fuck, that feels like heaven," I groaned, relaxing against the intrusion. Within moments, Edward added another finger and I felt him spread them apart to stretch me out. It wasn't exactly comfortable and I began to get nervous at the thought of having to make room for Edward's rather large cock. I don't mind a bit of pain with my pleasure, but I'm not a masochist or anything.
"Am I hurting you, Jasper? I can stop if you want me to," Edward questioned and I opened my eyes to find him staring up down at me with a concerned look on his face. The last thing I wanted to do was stop, but I needed to warn him that he needed to be gentle.
"Don't stop!" I exclaimed. "You feel amazin'- it's just …" I trailed off, embarrassed.
"Just what, Jasper?" he demanded, and I nearly laughed at the role reversal from earlier in the night.
"I've….Edward, um, I've only done this once before and you're awful big…so, please – just be gentle with me," I said hesitantly. I turned to look away from him, not wanting to see his disappointment in my inexperience.
"Look at me Jasper," he commanded, and he didn't continue speaking until I finally met his gaze with mine. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do. If you want me to stop at anytime, just tell me and I will. I only want to bring you pleasure, not pain." He placed a kiss against the inside of my knee and resumed his actions, stretching me even further. I relaxed again, sure that I was safe in his arms, and hummed with pleasure as he inserted a third and final finger. His fingers never stopped and at the same time he leaned down to kiss the tip of my cock. Each stroke of his fingers began to bring enjoyment and I wanted him inside of me already.
"Ooohh, fuck – Edward," I yelled, lifting my hips in rhythm his fingers. It felt so good.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked, leaning back and removing his fingers and reaching for the condom. Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled the condom over his hard length and poured more lube over his cock and around my hole. I wasn't going to last much longer.
"Fuck yes," I hissed, "Please, Edward, I need to feel you inside of me!"
He positioned his dick at my entrance and gently pushed his way in. I tensed at first until he whispered, "Relax, baby, I'll take care of you." At first it was painful, not going to lie. Peter hadn't been as large as Edward and it had been a long time. I forced myself to relax and concentrate on the fact that this was Edward and he wouldn't hurt me. Finally, I let out a loud sigh and relaxed around him. "I'm okay, Edward – please, keep goin'," I whispered, clutching the bed sheets in my hands as the feelings of pleasure began to outweigh the pain.
Edward started thrusting in and out slowly, and kept his eyes locked to mine the entire time. He placed his hands on my hips and guided us into a simple rhythm. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the sheer beauty of him in that moment nearly took my breath away. He leaned forward to lap at my nipples. Straightening back up, Edward requested in a husky voice, "Rub your cock for me while I fuck you, baby. I want to watch you."
I reached down between us and took my cock in my hand, trying to match my strokes to the rhythm he had set. "Fuck yes, Jasper. So beautiful…" he whispered and then picked up the pace of his thrusts. "I'm so close…" he moaned.
"Unnhhh, me too…" I gasped, placing my feet down flat on the bed in a desperate attempt to take all of him in. I just wanted to meld the two of us into one entity. The angle allowed him to go deeper and his cock began to brush against that spot deep inside and that was it, "Oh God, oh fuck – I'm coming, Edward, unnhhh."
I felt like every nerve ending in my body was awash with pleasure. I kept my eyes focused on Edward's and watched as he reached his climax. He was beautiful and I knew in that moment that he was it for me. He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him, never wanting to let go. "Holy fucking shit, Jasper!" he gasped out.
I tangled my hands into his hair, stroking gently, and chuckled softly, "Holy fuckin' shit is right, Edward. That was, hands down, the best sex of my entire life."
"For me too, Jasper. I've never felt like that before…" he murmured, rubbing gentle circles onto my hip with his thumb. After a few moments, he pushed himself up and disengaged from me. I felt a panging sense of loss.
"Where are you goin'?" I mumbled, wanting to tell him to stay but uncertain if that's what he wanted.
"I'm just running to the bathroom," he reassured. I heard him moving about the bathroom and then heard the water turn on. I was exhausted, but tried to stay awake until he returned. A little while later I felt him cleaning me up with a warm washcloth. I wanted nothing more than to curl up against him for the rest of my life. He left again and when he came back, I murmured, "Stay, please?"
"For a while…" he replied softly, but there was a defeated tone to his voice. I heard him gathering up his clothes and turn off the light. Then he was next to me, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around me. This is where I belong was the last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep.
07/01/2002, 06:00 - JPOV
I was awakened the next morning by my friend Emmett's rather loud and obnoxious voice booming across the apartment. "Jasper Whitlock – is there something you forgot to tell me?" he yelled.
Shit! Jolting wide awake I looked around thinking that he had caught Edward and me in bed. This wasn't how I wanted Emmett to find out I was gay. I came to my senses, realizing Emmett wasn't in my room, but neither was Edward. I glanced around again and saw that his clothes were gone. Maybe he was out in the kitchen or living room with Emmett? Dragging on a pair of pajama pants from the dresser by my bedroom door, I stumbled out to the kitchen, looking for Edward, but he wasn't there.
Emmett; however, was standing in front of the refrigerator drinking out of the orange juice carton and waving at something on the door, "Yours, Edward?" he asked, smirking. What the hell was he talking about? I noticed a note attached to the fridge with a magnet, my name scrawled across the folded sheet of paper. Grabbing it, I read it quickly.
Thank you for an amazing night. I wish that I could stay and see where this could take us, but fate is not on our side. I ship out to Afghanistan today and am obligated to the Navy for the next 8 years. Your care and compassion has given me the courage to face the next phase of my life head on and for that I will be eternally grateful.
Best of luck as you complete your training at the police academy. Please be safe and take care of yourself – no letting strangers into your house late at night! I wish you nothing but the best…
He was gone.
A wave of sadness and frustration washed over me, but I tried to focus on the task at hand. Edward had inadvertently outed me to Emmett. "Is this goin' to be a problem for you?" I asked, scared that I was going to lose my best friend and Edward in the same day.
"Fuck no! I just wish you had felt comfortable enough to tell me yourself," he replied with a reassuring smile.
"Well, I was plannin' on it – but since you are such a nosy mother fucker, you already know," I retorted, waving the private note at him. I pinned it back to the fridge and went back to my room to take a shower. I had to be at class by seven and needed to get ready. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over my body and wash away the tears rolling down my face. I had found my one, and it was over before it even started.
A/N: As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated. I bid you adeiu until next Sunday! :-)