A/N: And here it is, the conclusion to this TwiKink fest story. Hope you have enjoyed the ride. After so much fun with this, I have joined a new fest/contest called KinkBingo, but will likely be posting on AO3 or Dreamwidth. I have the same username (bmango) on both sites.
Gigantic snuggles to my lovely, LyricalKris, for beta-ing this in record time.
Three days have passed since I last saw Jasper. Since I left him in the backroom of the tattoo parlor and stumbled through the shop to the door. Leah had held the door open and thankfully let me go without a word.
In those three days, I have locked myself away from everyone. Luckily, nothing has been mandatory, but I've called in sick or indisposed to all my functions and sessions. I know I have an obligation to the people, that I fought hard for this job, and I want to continue working. But the last few days have made me realize I need to fight hard for other things in my life, too.
And Jasper holds the top position on that list.
The only thing holding me back is his request for time to think. I want to rush to his side, to hold him tight, to tell him I will never let him go and I will always want him with me, but I don't think he wants to hear that yet. Fortunately, patience has always been one of my better qualities.
However, at the end of three days, with nothing to keep me company but my own thoughts replaying each moment from that dreadful day, even my patience is wearing thin. So I contact the one person who has always been safe middle ground for Jasper and me.
"I'm not going to tell you anything, Peter."
I sigh, running my free hand through my hair. "I know, Leah. I'm just going a little insane by myself here and need a voice of reason."
"Well, Peter, you aren't going to get any information from me."
"What are you talking about? Are you even paying attention-" I stop as a thought occurs to me, and my heart thumps in my chest in anticipation. "He's there, isn't he? He can hear you."
"You can beg all you want, but you're barking up the wrong tree."
"I appreciate you wanting to protect him, but I will do anything to get him back. I'm going to fight for him, but I don't want to push too soon. I'm giving him the space he wanted to think."
There is silence on the other line for a few heartbeats, then her voice again, firm and cold. "I don't think that's a good idea."
I know she's being cryptic, but I'm just getting confused. "Do you mean that I shouldn't fight for him? Or that I shouldn't give him space? Please, Leah. Help me."
I'm only answered with silence again that stretches on and on. "Leah? Hello?" I look at my phone and see the call is still connected. "Hello?" I'm just about to give up and call her back when I hear something that stops me cold.
"Was that him? Did you just hang up on him?" How I've missed the sound of his voice, although it sounds far away and soft.
"Yeah. I told you I'm not getting in the middle of this, so I told him the same thing. You need to sort this out."
Leah is brilliant! She must have pretended to hang up, then put the phone down nearby. I listen intently, happy to hear his voice and hoping to learn something to get him back.
"I just need some time, Leah. I need to think this through."
"Think what through? You are miserable without him, and I'm sick of all this moping. It's really starting to bring me down."
"Oh, well I'm sorry this is affecting you so much. Of course, I'll just run back to him for you."
There's the sound of a smack. "Oh, shut up. You know what I mean. He fucked up, and he knows it. You could at least talk to him."
"It's not that easy, Leah. He humiliated me in public, pretended he didn't even know who I was. How can you do that to someone you claim to care about or love? Did you know he told me that? That he loved me?"
"I know what he said, but I wonder if he's figured out what he did to you. I wonder if he's as miserable as you."
"Well, if he is, he hasn't told me about it. I haven't heard anything from him since he left."
"You told him to give you space. He's only giving you what you want."
There's a pause, then a long sigh. "Yeah."
Could that mean what I think it means? The faint click in my ear startles me, and I realize that Leah had hung up on me.
"Thank you, Leah," I whisper into my bedroom. I know what I need to do.
As soon as I hang up the phone, I switch into go mode. I shower in record time, cleaning days of grime off. I trim the scruff of my chin, shaving my face to its normal bare self. My eyes are red and puffy, and I have heavy bags below them, but there's not much I can do about that. Those are the marks of the pain I've been feeling the last days, and I will not hide from what my actions did to me or him. I brush my teeth and hair and feel almost human again.
I stare at myself in the mirror, reminding myself of why I'm doing this. If he needs me to show I care, then I will be there for him. Now.
I pull on the first jeans I find and a clean t-shirt; I know he's never needed me to be fancy, just present. As soon as I'm dressed, I race into the garage, hopping into my car and waiting impatiently for the door to lift. As soon as I can clear it, I'm reversing down the driveway and into the street.
I drive through the streets like a madman, swerving around cars and speeding around corners. The days from when I last saw Jasper are somehow compounding my need for him. The manner in which I left isn't helping either.
He must have been so confused after I was such an asshole, and then I left without even fighting for him. I would be confused, too. Luckily, my wait is soon over, and within 30 minutes of the end of my call with Leah, I'm pulling into the parking lot. I almost sprint from the car, but once I lay my hand on the door to the parlor, I freeze.
What if this isn't what she meant?
What if he doesn't want me here?
And then I remember his words. He sounded like he wanted me here - that he wanted to know what was going on with me. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I'm here now. I will fight for him.
I open the door and step into the waiting area, blinking at the sudden shift to darkness. The first person I see is Leah, and she has a small smirk on her lips for two seconds before she yells "What are you doing here? Jasper doesn't want to see you!"
I almost smile, knowing it's a ruse, or at least hoping it is. "I need to see him."
"Yes, I need him. More than you can know. He's everything to me, and I need to tell him, to show him."
She nods for a second and smiles genuinely. She leans forward and whispers, "He's in the back." Louder she shouts "No! You can't go back there!"
I nod at her, mouthing a quick "thank you," then stride purposefully into the backroom. I find him sitting in a chair in the same room that I left him in days ago. Even from behind I can tell he looks disheveled, clothes awry, hair a mess.
I take a cautious step into the room. "Jasper?"
Immediately, his shoulders stiffen. "What do you want?"
"I needed to see you. I needed-" I stop, organizing my thoughts and trying to sound sane even though all I want to do is wrap him in my arms and never let go. "Please, I just need you."
"You should have thought of that earlier, days ago."
"I know, and I'm so sorry. There is no excuse for what I did. My job is no reason to treat you like that, and I realize that now. Nothing is more important than you."
"Nothing?" He swivels in his chair to face me, his eyes glistening, and I see the first signs of hope.
I rush forward, kneeling in front of him, reaching for his face. "Nothing. I swear, I will never do that again." My fingertips brush his cheek, and his eyes close as he leans into the touch. Everything that felt off, unbalanced, in me is righted in that one moment of contact and acceptance. "Please forgive me."
He opens his eyes, the pain so obvious. "I only need to know one thing. Why?"
I swallow, knowing I need to explain everything, my cowardice and my shame, but my tongue seems thick in my mouth, and I have to force the words past my throat. "I'm afraid... and ashamed."
"No, not really. It's me and my perversions and my-" I pause and swallow again, the words becoming more difficult. "What you and I do fulfills a place in me that I thought would always be empty. Who could understand my need for pain, for ink, mixed with sex? Who would accept it?"
He lowers his eyes. "Fuck, Peter. I did."
"I know." I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I need to press on. "And I know how precious that is, but seeing you at that convention, I felt like everyone could see that side of me. That everyone knew, and it was going to be the end of everything I had worked so hard for in my life."
His hands close into fists, his body tight with tension. "What we do behind closed doors is no one's business but our own. I would never expose you like that."
I nod. "I have spent the last three days realizing I always knew this was true, that this situation is entirely my fault. I fought hard to be where I am today, to be a Senator, but it means nothing to me if you aren't there when I come home. I will fight for you even harder. Whatever I must do, whatever you want from me, I will do. I love you."
Jasper sighs and cups my cheeks in his hands, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss on my lips. The tenderness in his touch undoes me, and I can feel the tears tracking down my cheeks. The kiss feels like goodbye, and I want to scream my frustration at my stupidity.
"Shhh," he whispers, kissing my eyelids. "No more tears. I love you, too, and I think you will find you won't have to do much actual fighting to get me back. But I do have one request before I'll let you leave this room."
With his words, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted; I can breathe again and my heart beats wildly in my chest. "Anything. I will give you anything."
"Okay then, perhaps two. I need to know where you see us in the future, or if we even have a future."
My voice catches in my throat again. Oh, how I have failed this man. "Of course, I do. You are the most important part of my future."
"Good. Then the other request." His smile turns wicked. "How about you give me your ass on that chair over there."
"One thing first." I pull him toward me, our lips meeting with fire and want this time, no doubts between us. One of my hands grips the back of his neck as the other brings our bodies together, our chests pressing against each other with every breath. Each growl of his into my mouth just pushes my need higher, my want to be under him, controlled by him even stronger.
He pulls back, his face flushed and his lips swollen. "Now, Peter. Get to where you belong."
I stand in one motion, pausing as stars flash before my eyes. I walk to the reclining chair as steadily as I can, my knees unsure they can make the distance.
He steps behind me, one arm encircling my chest as he pushes my head to the side and bites my neck. "You are mine, and no one will ever make you feel unworthy or ashamed." Pressing his hands on my shoulders, he bends me over the chair and I'm reminded of the night months ago when he first claimed me. As before, his mere presence arouses me, his smell and touch overwhelm me, and when he takes control, it's all I can do to hold on for the ride.
I place my hands on the seat of the chair, supporting my weight, as he begins peeling my clothes from my body. I only move when instructed, lifting my foot or a hand so he can remove everything.
When I am standing there naked, he leans over me, his clothing rough against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "You are so fucking hot." His hands grip and rub, touching me everywhere. "God, I don't want to go slow."
I turn my head and look him straight in the eye. "Then don't."
His growl is something feral as he captures my lips once more, biting and licking my mouth as his hand grabs my cock and gives it a rough tug. I inhale sharply at the sudden pain, but then it bleeds into pleasure and arousal, just as the needles in my skin when he inks me. He pulls again at my cock, and I arch my back, urging him on.
Within seconds he has me hard and wanting, and I hiss when he pulls his hand away. He chuckles as I hear the rustling of his clothing.
"Patience, babe. Soon enough." He is back behind me in moments, pulling my face to his and shoving his tongue in my mouth. I suck and kiss him back with every ounce of strength I have. I've missed this connection, this completeness. Two slick fingers press into me, and I grunt with surprise at the intrusion. I feel him spreading the lube around and then his fingers are gone, replaced by the blunt head of his cock.
"This isn't going to be gentle," he says, his hand sliding tenderly down my back in contrast.
"Do it, Jasper. I want it."
Internally, I try to relax everything, try to will my body to accept the intrusion. He places a hand at my hip and shoulder and presses, his cock pushing through all my barriers. There is a streak of pain as his hips are flush with my ass, but he doesn't pause to let my body adjust and begins thrusting slowly. In just moments, the pain begins to fade and there is nothing but the smooth slide of his length and the press on my prostate.
"That's it, baby. I've got you."
My erection had flagged a little when he entered me, but after stroking it a few times, I am back on the edge. Jasper grabs my hips and I have to drop my hand back to the chair as he begins relentlessly pounding my ass. The pain is a soft whisper behind the pleasure, heightening and centering all sensation, focusing my entire world on Jasper and what he does to me.
"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" His screams are punctuated by long thrusts, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulses inside of me.
The idea of him filling me, the feeling of his cock sliding so easily now, is the last little push I need. I fist my cock, pumping it three times before I'm coming with him, splattering the chair and floor with my release. His softening cock is still in me when I come, and I can feel myself clenching around him.
He leans forward, placing small kisses down my spine before slipping out. I can't move. My legs are so unsteady I'm afraid I will fall if I try. Standing there, exposed, a mess, come running down my leg and coating my hand, I realize there's no place I'd rather be, because it's with Jasper. He knows me, and he's still here, still wants to be here.
A cloth on my leg makes me jump, and he chuckles. "Sorry, babe. I've got to get you cleaned up, though."
"It's okay. I was just thinking how incredibly lucky I am."
"Is that so?"
He finishes cleaning me and I turn, placing a single hand on the tattoo over his heart before wrapping my arms around him. "Not many people have a lover that they can trust to know everything about themselves. Most people don't allow themselves that kind of happiness."
"Well, I guess, I'm really the lucky one because you do. You won't let anyone stand between us again." His eyes still have a hint of uncertainty in them, and I curse myself for ever having put that there.
"Never," I vow, smiling when he does. I kiss him slowly and relish in the solid feel of him in my arms once again.
I know we may still have some rough patches ahead, that I will make mistakes, but I trust that we will make it through. Together we can win against the world.