AN: Hey ya'll! I have a new story for ya! It's hopefully gonna be nice and fluffy, with a minimum of drama. Anyway, I hope ya'll like it!
Special thanks goes to my prereader, OCDJen, for being so fuckawesome, and making my shit all shiny! I fucking love you, bb!
Thanks also to My Name Is Seren Dipity, for sitting up with me through the nights and giving me awesome advice, lots of laughs, and her wonderful friendship! I heart you hard, bb!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Twilight. All I own is my weird, perverted mind.
Sitting in my chair with my feet propped up on the table, and my hat pulled low over my eyes, I scanned the dance floor. This was so fucking boring. Emmett had brought me here because I made him go to the gay club with me last week. Here we were, sitting in this shack looking place, with hay on the floor, and loud ass country music blaring in our ears. Emmett looked like he was having the time of his life. Well, whatever. I would sit here and endure this shit if it made him happy. I shook my head. The things you do for your siblings.
Emmett and his girlfriend Rosalie, some tall, blonde who looked like she should be on the cover of a magazine, were doing some line dance I had never heard of. It was boring. Rosalie kept looking at Emmett with starry eyes that made me want to gag. I had only met her once, when she came to pick Emmett up one night, and I guess she was okay. If she ever hurt him, though, girl or not, I would give her a piece of my mind. I wouldn't hit her, though I could fight well enough.
Taking a swig of my beer, I continued to watch them, uninterested. Rosalie was motioning to someone who was sitting out of my eyeline, and, after a minute, she pulled that someone over to Emmett.
Well fuck me! Now! Please!
Standing there with Rosalie and Em was the most gorgeous creature I had ever laid my eyes on. He was tall and lean, looking extremely fuckable in dark blue jeans and a white button up. I looked him up and down, memorizing every detail with my eyes. He had on black and white chucks, those blue jeans that hugged his ass perfectly, the shirt that was open at the collar and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, showing his lightly tanned forearms. He had long fingers that, I thought, would fit perfectly around my cock. I stifled a moan with a large gulp of my beer and I had to put my feet on the floor so I could discreetly adjust myself. My eyes then traveled up his slender neck to the mop of unruly golden curls that I so wanted to bury my hands in as he sucked me off. And his face! He had the face of a God. Thin eyebrows over a pair of heavy lashed bright blue eyes. High cheekbones with a hint of a blush under them. His gorgeous blue eyes were partially obscured by square, black rimmed glasses. His lips were full, pouty, and the color or ripe strawberries. How I wanted to taste them.
Draining my beer, I sat the empty on the table and sauntered over to Em, Rosalie, and the beautiful god whom they were trying to teach to line dance. He couldn't get it figured out and he looked embarrassed as hell. That's when I noticed it. The bracelet on his wrist. It was a cloth rainbow bracelet with the words 'Out and Proud' stitched in black. Fuck me running my dreams have come true.
"Hey Em, Rosalie," I drawled at them. "Who's this?"
Emmett rolled his eyes at me. "This is Jasper, Rosalie's brother."
I stuck my hand out to Jasper. "Pleasure," I added with a wink. "I'm Edward, Em's brother."
Jasper shyly shook my hand. As our hands touched my skin became enraged with fire that burned deeply into me. My breathing hitched in my throat and Jasper got even redder in the face, casting over a stunning flush of pink making him look freshly fucked. Did he just feel it too? Pulling myself together, I smirked at him. "Well, Jasper, they can't teach you line dancing for shit. How about I give you a lesson, darlin'?"
"Hold it, Cullen," Rosalie growled as she moved in between me and Jasper. "I don't know what you're thinking, but you are not thinking of it with my brother."
Suddenly, I was pissed. Who was she to talk to me like that? She only met me once for not even five fucking minutes!
"What the fuck are you talking about, Rosalie?" I asked angrily. "I had no intention of doing anything other than teaching Jasper here how to line dance. What's so fucking wrong about that?" I seethed through gritted teeth.
"I don't want you fucking....corrupting him!" Rosalie yelled at me.
Thank God the music was so loud, or the whole fucking place would be staring at us by now. Emmett grabbed one of Rosalie's arms, and, surprisingly, Jasper grabbed the other. Rosalie turned to look at Jasper, who was blushing and flicking his eyes between me and Rosalie. "Rosalie, " he said quietly, "leave him alone."
Mine and Rosalie's eyes widened at the same time. Em's mouth hung open. Obviously, Jasper didn't speak up for himself very often. "What did you say?" Rosalie asked him.
Jasper opened his mouth but nothing came out. Em took charge, relieving Jasper of his embarrassment. "Rosalie, you heard him, leave Edward alone. He's not doing anything, and Jasper's a big boy. Now, come on." He pulled Rosalie away by the arm, throwing me and Jasper a wink over his shoulder. I smiled widely at him. Damn, I love my brother.
Turning back to Jasper, I held my hand out again. "Sorry bout that," I said. "Let's start over. I'm Edward Cullen."
"Jasper Whitlock," he answered, and shyly shook my hand again. I felt the fire again, and smiled widely. "So, Jasper," I drawled at him, "do you like coming here?"
He looked at the floor briefly before answering. "Um...not really," he said. "They made me come."
"Why?" I asked, frowning. Surely Rosalie and Em weren't being mean to him. Just the thought of that made my blood boil, and I wanted to slap the shit out of Rosalie and Em.
Jasper looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and I had to swallow hard because I swear, he made my mouth water. "They said I needed to get out more," he answered simply.
"Well, Rosalie and Em are not your keepers, so, do you wanna go outside and talk while we wait for them? This place ain't for me, either," I told him. A look of relief crossed his face. "Um, yeah....please." He gave me a small smile showing me just a small peek of his straight, perfectly white teeth. Fuck me! He was absolutely breathtaking when he smiled. Gesturing towards the front doors of the club and gave him a wide smile. "After you, darlin'."
Jasper walked ahead of me toward the front doors and I couldn't help but stare at his ass. God, how I wanted to touch it. But, I knew I couldn't. Not yet. Believe it or not, Jasper had intrigued me and I found myself wanting to know more about what was going on in his mind. When I first saw him? Yeah, all I could think of was getting the fuck. But now, after meeting him, and feeling that fire when I touched his hand, I had to know more. I wanted to know why he ignited that fire in me.
When we got outside, Jasper kept walking and I kept following until we finally stopped around the side of the building. We were half in and half out of the shadows. Wow, I thought. Was he really this shy? He sat down in the gravel and dirt and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. It looked like a defensive gesture to me.
Sitting down next to him I stretched out my legs crossing them at the ankles. "So," I said, as he looked over to me, his face only slightly covered with a beautiful pink blush this time. "What do you do, Jasper Whitlock?"
"I'm a...um..musician," he answered, making me smile.
"Wow," I said. "I'm impressed. What do you play?"
"Guitar," Jasper said in an almost whisper. I was starting to get a little concerned at his behavior. It was just me and him out here, and he seemed even more shy than he did inside around all those people. His shyness was cute and all, but at this moment, he almost seemed scared.
"Jasper," I said quietly and with concern, "are you alright, darlin'?"
He nodded once and I slowly brought my hand up to touch his shoulder. He didn't flinch away or anything, and damn. There was that fire again. "What is it?" I asked him.
"Why me, Edward?" he asked, looking up at me. His sinfully beautiful eyes were clouded with concern and disbelief.
I was taken aback, surprised at his question. Was he serious? "What?" I asked, unable to help myself.
"Why did you want to talk to me?" Jasper asked, fiddling with his shoelaces.
Moving my hand off of Jasper's shoulder, I put a finger under his chin and lifted his face so I could see him better. "I was sitting in there, watching Rosalie and Em make asses out of themselves, bored out of my mind. I damn sure didn't want to be here, with all these straight people. I'd much rather be in a country gay bar, but then I saw them pull you onto the dance floor. I sat there watching that fuckhot blush on your face, admiring you, and then I saw the bracelet. It was then I knew I wanted to meet and hopefully get to know you." I took my finger from under Jasper's chin and he looked back down.
"I'm not that interesting, you would have better luck finding someone more interesting down at the gay bar," Jasper mumbled while staring at his shoes. I snorted, loudly. I thought he was interesting, and I wanted to find out more about him, what made him tick. "Jasper," I said. "Please look up at me."
Slowly, Jasper raised his head and looked at me. Half of his face was in shadow, while the rest was illuminated light blue from the neon lights outside the bar. He was so fucking beautiful, and I couldn't understand why he wanted to hide his face all the time. "Jasper," I said again, "please don't hide your face from me. I want to get to know you...be friends. You intrigued me from the first time I saw you in there, and I couldn't help but want to talk to you."
Jasper said nothing.
"Sooo.....can we be friends?" I asked, getting the feeling I needed to be careful around him. And I had no clue why. But I wanted to find out. Ever since we shook hands in the bar and I felt that fire course through me, I thought that we had...connected...somehow, and at that moment, I began to care about him. This gorgeous creature sitting in front of me, not saying anything, and trying not to look down again. He was making an effort to do as I had asked, and not look down, but I could tell he wanted to. It made me wonder again if he had felt the same fire I felt. I hope so. "Jasper?" I prompted.
Suddenly, I was graced with Jasper's breathtaking smile. I could see, even in the dim light, the blush that colored his cheeks. "Okay," he answered, and I gave him a smile. "Good," I told him, then paused for a minute. I wanted to ask him for his number, but I was sort of afraid to. I didn't want him to tell me no, but then again, I knew that I couldn't just not see or speak to him again after tonight. Fuck it, I decided. Deciding that he would be too shy to ask for mine I took the initiative and asked him, The worst he could do was say no, right?
"Jasper, I have a question for you," I told him, and he looked up at me. "Yeah?" he asked.
"Can I have your number? I would like to be able to talk to you again."
"Oh," Jasper replied, reaching in his pocket and taking out his phone. He turned it in his hands, studying it for a moment. "Umm...sure, since we're...friends now."
Fishing my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him so he could put his number in, which he did quickly. As he handed me the phone back, he passed me his. I couldn't help it...I was so happy he had given me his phone, I gave him a big smile. He looked down again, and I put my number in his phone, nudging his knee when I was done so he could take his phone. He took it, giving me a small smile.
Before either of us could say anything more, Rosalie and Em came around the corner. Rosalie had her hands on her hips and Em looked kinda nervous. "Jasper Whitlock!" Rosalie yelled. "You scared the shit out of me! Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" Jasper hung his head. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Immediately, almost instinctually, I became protective. "Hold on, Rosalie," I said, frowning at her. "Why the fuck are you attacking Jasper like this? All he's done is sit here talking with me. He didn't want to be inside anymore. Seeing as how we are at a bar, I am assuming Jasper is of age, so he can do what he wants! So, give him some slack, why don't ya?" I looked back at Jasper, who was staring at me, his eyes full of emotion. "Sorry about that, Jasper," I told him. "I hope you're not upset with me for yelling like that."
I was shocked when suddenly, Jasper graced me with the biggest smile. Seeing teeth that are straight and white, with the most beautiful dimples I have ever seen, my breath caught in my throat, and I was mesmerized for a moment. He was giving me a real, honest to God smile. Fuck me, he was breathtaking.
Returning the smile, I patted his arm that was still wrapped around his knees, and my whole body tingled. What was he doing to me? I had no clue, but fuck, I liked it. A lot.
Looking back up at Rosalie, I saw that she had calmed herself a little, and I was glad. She was looking at Emmett, who was giving her a knowing look. I rolled my eyes at them, knowing that Emmett knew I was feeling something for Jasper. He seemed to be telling Rosalie with his eyes. After a moment, she looked back down at us. "I'm sorry, Jazz," she said. "I was just a little worried, you know? Are you ready to go home?"
"It's okay, Rose," Jasper answered. "I'm ready to go...if you are."
"Yeah, we have things to do early tomorrow," Rosalie said.
Jasper nodded and stood up, brushing himself off. I did the same and stepped closer to Jasper. "I will text you, darlin'," I told him, then started walking to Emmett's truck. I turned as I reached the truck, and saw Jasper looking at me. I waved and got in as he returned a shy wave. Settling in my seat I waited for Emmett; God only knows how long he would be out there macking on Rosalie. The thought made me shudder, and I closed my eyes, seeing Jasper behind my lids.
I had no idea what was going on. I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't a slut either. But never, in my entire life, had I felt the way I did with just one touch from Jasper. The only way to describe it is a tingling fire that rages under my skin, making my heart beat fast and my breathing speed up. I wondered what it was, making me determined to find out.
Emmett startled me by jumping in the truck and slamming the door. "Jesus, Em! Did you have to scare the shit out of me?" I asked, trying to control my racing heart. Em just chuckled at me. Asshole.
"So, little brother," Emmett boomed at me over the loud music he had turned on. "What's up with you and Jasper?"
I looked at him and he was smirking as he pulled onto the highway leading us home. "We are friends, Emmett. I just met him tonight, you know."
"No," Emmett said, making me frown. "What?" I asked. "What do you mean, no?"
"I saw the way you looked at him, Eddie boy, and you feel something. I know you do."
Emmett amazed me with the way he could read me sometimes. How the hell did he fucking know that I felt something for Jasper? I know I did, but I didn't even understand what it was, so how could he?
"Don't call me that, Emmett," I said, glaring at him, then softening my expression. I needed to talk to him, badly. "And how do you know what I feel or don't feel?"
Emmett laughed at me. "Edward, I'm not stupid. I am a man in love, you know."
I snorted. You think that's what it is? Love? How can someone love someone else after only knowing them a couple of hours?"
"Two questions, brother," Emmett said, becoming serious as he turned on the driveway to our ranch. "The first is just curiosity. Did you exchange phone numbers?"
Rolling my eyes at him, I nodded. "Yes, Em, we are friends after all," I sighed, frustrated. "Now, what's the second question?"
Emmett looked at me with the most serious, concerned look I have ever seen. "Did you feel it, Edward?" he asked softly, coming to a stop in front of the house and cutting the engine. Suddenly, all I could hear were the crickets chirping. If this wasn't such a serious moment, i would have laughed. "feel what?" I asked almost in a whisper.
"The tingling all through you when you touch him," Emmett answered, looking straight into my eyes. "The heat that goes through your body at the slightest contact. It's like fire."
Shocked me out of my fucking mind, all I could do was nod at him. How did he know exactly how I felt when I touched Jasper? Did he feel the same thing when he touched Rosalie? It was too early...surely I couldn't love Jasper yet. I thought back to the handshake when we first met and the way it made me feel. It was just like what emmett said. Fuck, could I love him already?
Emmett interrupted my thoughts by waving his hand in front of my face. I focused my eyes on him and he was smiling. "I thought so," he said, a little smugly. "Call him, Edward. I think you will be rewarded." He then got of the truck, and walked toward the house, whistling. I was left alone with my thoughts and I decided I would go ahead and text Jasper. I wanted to text because I honestly didn't know how I would react to hearing his voice on the phone. Especially after my talk with Em.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled my phone from my pocket and quickly found Jasper's number. My heart caught in my throat as I saw that he had entered his name as Jazz, with a smiley face at the end. Fuck me, he was perfect. Smiling to myself, I started typing in a message.