This is a futuretake – one special evening between Edward & Jasper.
S. Meyer owns it. I just gayed them up. Enjoy.
I check my watch for the tenth time while I lean against the cold brick facade. I smile, trying not to laugh at a group of three women standing in a line of people that wraps around the block. They're doing their best to charm the bouncer into letting them in, even though it's painfully clear that they're under age.
Jasper should be finishing up any minute now, after playing an early set at the Beat Kitchen-which isn't a kitchen at all, actually. I sat mesmerized, drinking him in while he played, but the room was so thick with billowing cigarette smoke that I couldn't take it anymore. I signaled to him that I was going to wait outside. He smiled and nodded while he sang and strummed his guitar; he didn't even have to concentrate.
I take a deep breath of the clear, crisp evening air, and my lungs thank me. I've been looking forward to tonight for a few weeks. I aced my last final for the semester, and I'm now completely free of studying and lab work for the next six weeks. Six weeks of spending the day with him - and the nights in his bed. My schedule is insanely hectic and his is the exact opposite; he stays with me most evenings, so I can get up and go whenever I need to.
"Hey, Peter! I'll see ya next weekend," Jasper says, walking out and clapping the bouncer on the shoulder. He surveys the block, first looking to his right, where he doesn't find me. I bite my lip and grin at his adorable confusion. When he turns to the left and catches my eye, his face breaks into a mischevious smile.
"There you are."
"Here I am."
"Why didn't you stay inside?" he asks, nodding toward the club. I don't know how it's possible, but his dark eyes are twinkling as they rake over me.
"I couldn't breathe in there. I don't know how you do it," I tell him.
"Eh, I guess you just get used to it. You,uh...hungry or anything? Maybe?"
"Not really," I say, even though I can always eat, I'm more eager for something else.
"Me neither," he agrees. "Come on." He offers his hand and I take it. This is a neighborhood where I don't mind so much being seen in public showing affection. Boystown is close by, and it's pretty common to see gay couples walking hand-in-hand.
Jasper's hand is warm, his fingertips are calloused from guitar playing, but I like the rugged feel of them as he passes them over my knuckles. He holds my hand in his right, and his case in his left. We casually stroll down the sidewalk, enjoying the nightlife that surrounds us. He's wearing worn-out jeans, an equally tattered, dark blue, plaid button-down that's rolled at the sleeves, and brown leather boots that softly smack against the concrete as we walk. Even though he mostly looks like he just rolled out of bed, it's ridiculously sexy.
I free my hand and wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him closer to me as we walk the last few blocks to his and Bella's apartment. Bella, who I might add, I see on a daily basis at my place. As we stroll, we don't say much, other than small talk about how the gig went, and whether I thought I did well on my finals.
We do a lot of talking, actually, but most of it when we're lying together in bed, legs tangled, and my head on his chest. That's where we've learned the most about each other.
It's where Jasper asked me to confide in him about how I handled the death of my parents, and becoming something of a parent to Alice. Wrapped up in his arms is where I confessed that I dread the day I have to leave her on her own. It's the place where he asked me to move in with him.
I think about his question constantly, but I've yet to give him an answer. It's...complicated.
I break away from my thoughts when we reach the entrance to his building. Jasper stops abruptly and turns to me. "You don't have to go in the morning, right?" He asks with what I think is real concern, but ends in a playful smile.
"I already told you. I'm all yours. For weeks."
Something resembling a growl escapes his lips, and he grips my jacket, pulling me against him. I think he's going to kiss me, so I close my eyes. Instead, I feel his lips against the shell of my ear, and he whispers, "I'm looking forward to waking you in the middle of the night, rock hard against your ass, and then fucking you without a word."
My eyes roll back in my head at the images that flit through my mind: being roused from a deep sleep by Jasper's cock teasing my backside, me pushing back against him, his arm draped over my waist, his fingers dipping into my underwear, stroking me with rough fingers.
"Please. Let's go inside," I beg in a whisper.
After giving me a quick, but soft kiss, he types in the pass code, and I follow him up the short walk. I focus on the ground below me, trying to regain my composure. They were just words, but the affect they can have is amazing.
Once we're inside, Jasper throws his keys onto the side table in the foyer, and I follow behind him, picking them up and putting them in the drawer. I hear him chuckle and see him shake his head at my obsessive behavior.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. You'll be able to tune it out in no time," I say playfully, reassuring him. I slip off my shoes and bend over to place them neatly on the mat. As I stand up, I feel him. Jasper's arms circle my waist, his hands creep their way under the hem of my shirt, splaying against my stomach, and holding me close to him.
He speaks against the warm skin of my neck. "I would never want to tune you out. Anyway, I like your voice. It's sexy."
"Mmmhmm," I say, leaning my head back against his shoulder. "You say that now. What about in five years, when I'm still nagging you about putting your keys away?" I reach behind me to weave my fingers through his hair, pulling slightly.
"Even then." He kisses the side of my neck, and then gingerly bites the same spot.
I moan and it carries through the quiet space.
"Come on, sugar, I'm takin' you to bed."
"That's the best thing I've heard all day."
He walks backwards down the hallway, pulling me by the waist of my jeans. He's unbuckling my belt, unsnapping the top button, sliding down the zipper - the entire time looking directly into my eyes. It takes all of my courage not to look away under his intense stare. As we cross the threshold of his bedroom, he lifts my sweater up over my head, and I raise my arms in cooperation.
The scent of him rushes over me - hints of leather, wood, honey, and his skin. He throws my discarded clothing to the floor, and pushes my jeans and boxer briefs down over my hips. I watch him kneel, his mouth excruciatingly close to the most sensitive part of me. I step out of my clothes, and place my hands on the top of his head, guiding him.
In the dim light of his bedroom, Jasper takes me into his mouth, and I fall prisoner to his movements. He grips, I shiver. He pulls, I push. The urge to thrust faster and with more force is strong, but I refrain. I whimper each time his mouth falls away. He's teasing me, but he always comes back for more.
To distract myself from the intense pleasure and to prolong this, I weave my fingers through his hair, concentrating on the soft caress of each strand as it falls between my fingers. However, it's a weak distraction, and only moments later, the sounds his mouth makes as it suctions against my skin fill the room. When I chance a look down to watch him, he's looking up at me. The fire in his eyes sets my heart racing; I warn him of my impending release.
He hums against me, taking me in fully. When I hit the back of his throat, every muscle in my body tightens.
"Oh...yes. Just like that...fuck. Just...like that," I whisper, each word a struggle to push past my lips. He continues, bringing me so close to the edge, and then pulling me right back. My chest heaves, and I feel a bead of sweat trickle down the back of my neck.
Every time is just like this. Each and every sensation is overwhelming.
Jasper grips the base of my dick, and focuses his ministrations solely on the tip. When his tongue finds the separation, sliding deftly back and forth, I come undone.
"Fuuuck, Jasper. Oh, fuck..." My voice trembles and I'm panting. When I just can't take it any longer, I hold the back of his head and thrust. He moans and I pulse into his mouth. Breathing raggedly as my orgasm recedes, I drift back down to earth. My stomach clenches, and I jerk away slightly as his tongue sweeps across my overly sensitive cock, licking me clean of every last drop.
"Come here. Please," I beg him.
When we're face to face again, he shakes his head, and says, "God, I fucking love listening to you come. One of the best sounds in the world - better than any music I've ever heard."
My response is a lazy smile; I'm more than incoherent. He laughs quietly. "What? Cat got your-" He licks my parted lips. "-Tongue?" And that's all it takes.
"Make me come again," I demand.
"My pleasure," he says with a smirk.
I lick my lips in anticipation of getting fucked.
"Where do you want me?" I ask.
"On the bed. On your back. Legs spread. You know how I like it." His voice has taken on a slightly authoritative tone.
When I don't move right away, he adds in his deep southern drawl, "Go on, now." I never had a chance, not with that accent. It tends to make it into our bedroom talk quite a bit, but not as much outside of that. I don't even care if it's real - he could probably make me come with his words alone.
I raise my hands in defense. "I'm going, I'm going." He smiles in response, looking me up and down.
I crawl up onto his bed and get comfortable, raising my arms above my head and spreading my legs for him. My dick is already starting to get hard again. I reach down and stroke myself slowly, waiting for him.
He's pushing buttons and adjusting dials on the ridiculously old stereo system that he won't let me replace with something modern. So stubborn. "What are you going to play for me?" I ask.
"Something a little different tonight. I think you'll like it," he responds without turning around.
Seconds later, a few drawn-out, fuzzy electric guitar notes crackle through the speakers. The woozy rhythm continues until the clash of a cymbal joins in. Then a lazy, deep, melodic voice sings the first verse.
My mind is ramblin'
From place to place
Tell me, tell me
What must I do?
"Who is this? I like it."
"The Black Keys. The song is called My Mind is Ramblin'," he says with a meaningful look that I don't quite understand. He tells me this as he stands at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, and slipping it off. He sheds all of his remaining clothing, and then pulls his hair back into a short ponytail, wrapping it in a rubber band. After kneeling onto the bed, he places his hands on my bent knees.
"I'm glad you like it. Now, I'm going fuck you to it. That alright with you?" He raises his eyebrows in question.
Everything he says to me is calculated and meant to disarm me. It works. Like magic. My reply is breathy and greedy. I nod my head eagerly. "Yes."
"Good. I set it to repeat."
I squirm at the implication.
"You ready, baby?" He asks, settling between my legs and slipping a single, lubed finger inside me. My breath catches.
"Yes. God, yes."
He pays absolutely no attention to my aching cock, which has become solid once more. He's driving me insane.
I nod, unable to speak when I feel him stretch me further, inserting another finger and fucking me slowly for what seems like forever. The need to be completely filled surges through me.
"Watching you writhe and moan like this is almost as good as fucking you, Edward. Almost."
He removes his fingers. Instantly, I miss the feeling of him inside me. I reach for him, fruitlessly searching for more of it, but he gestures for me to put them back above my head. Without another word, Jasper hovers over me just long enough to lean down and kiss me sweetly. He runs his nose along my jaw, and hums contentedly. I feel the pass of his hand against my stomach, and then a single finger running down the length of my cock. My pelvis jerks in response to his sensual teasing. When he's back on his knees, he watches himself as he aligns our bodies and presses into me. A quiet moan escapes, and he closes his eyes. At his first thrust, I arch my back and grip the sheets. "Unnhh!" I cry out.
Jasper moves in me, slowly, rhythmically. Never fully leaving, but never fully entering me. I raise my head in an effort to try to watch the joining of our bodies and the look on his face is more than I can bear.
He's on another plane of existence - eyes closed, and serenity painted across his features. His muscular stomach contracts and releases with each roll of his hips.
"God, you're so beautiful, Jasper. I love watching you fuck me," I confess.
He opens his eyes - they're dark and glazed over. He looks down at me lovingly. "Tell me more, baby. What do you want me to do you?"
"Fuck me harder."
He gets a firm grip on my hips and begins to pound into me. His thrusts match the beat of the music, so I know exactly when his hips will meet my ass. I know every second that l'll be filled by him. I know which moment I'll feel the tip of his cock pass over the spot inside of me that makes me lose my mind. I brace myself for every sensation, but I can't prepare for the intensity of his every move. His words, his thrusts - everything disintegrates my control.
"Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes, baby," I ramble and groan as the intensity builds. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. I feel him start to slow a little, struggling to keep up the pace because he's close to exploding, tool. I push against him, and our bodies meet at a frantic and frenzied pace as we both struggle to reach the precipice.
The fire grows inside me, lapping at my groin, and I start to spasm around him, practically yelling at him to never stop.
"Fuck, Edward. Fuck..." He moans my name again, and then stills as he comes inside me.
I pull him down on top of me, his cock slipping out of my body. We wrap our arms around each other, holding on, soaking in the aftermath of our mutual orgasms.
He kisses my cheek, my jaw, and right below my ear. I glide my hands up and down the warm, bare skin of his back.
"Edward, move in with me," he says out of nowhere. I can hear the yearning in his voice.
"Jasper..." My non-answer has been weighing on him. I can't stand to think that it's hurting him.
"I know, I know. It's complicated," he says, mimicking my initial response.
"Yes, I mean, no. Jasper, I mean…"
Jasper cocks an eyebrow, confused. I don't blame him.
"I'm just scared, I think." I finally admit it.
"What are you scared of?" He asks, sweeping the hair out of my eyes.
"Of living a life that's solely about me, I guess. I feel selfish. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I do. You're afraid to leave her."
"That's part of it, I guess. I just spend so much time focusing on her, and I'm happy to do it, but it'll take some adjusting not worrying about her twenty-four hours a day. I know Bella will take good care of her, and it won't be long before they're having this same conversation - so she won't be alone for long. It's just that...that...I love you, Jasper. I want to be here for you one hundred percent. I want to live with you."
"Edward, you can still worry about her. Do you think I'll ever stop worrying about Bella? No way. Listen to me. You can love me, and you can be here with me, and even if your mind is far away sometimes, that's okay. You're not selfish. If anyone is, it's me. I just want you by my side, always, because I love you, too."
I feel the tears begin to fall from the corner of my eyes and across the side of my face. It's not the first or the last time he'll see me cry.
"Yes," I say.
"I'll move in with you."
His answering smile is brighter than sunshine. "You've just made me a very happy man, Edward."
"Now we're even," I say and he just stares at me, unbelieving.
"This is the part where you kiss me."
"Oh, right. Of course. Where are my manners?" he says, grinning.
I have to give a big ol' shout out to my home slice, TruceOver. You wouldn't be getting boysecks if it wasn't for her. She held my hand and patted the top of my head in encouragement. I was really scared, believe me. ;-)
Thank you to my beautiful betas, MessyBar and angel_eyes1_uk. Also to my pre-reader extraordinaire, ColorTheEra, who gives me regular ego boosts. I feel super lucky to have them, because they rock. A lot.
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