Strange Desire: Chapter Eighteen

Strange Desire: Chapter Eighteen

AN: I know, I know, you are all wondering what happened to this update. Sorry, had a serious plot bunny with a one shot that would NOT go away and leave me alone until it was done. It's been a major distraction for a while. Anyway, it took some of my time away from writing this one.

Okay... most of you seemed to like the last chapter anyway. It couldn't have had anything to do with that lemon... nah, none of my readers are THAT horny, haha. I hope you paid attention to the other things going on in that chapter too, they may not come up yet, but they will. Blaculicious this chapter is for encouraging me about getting it out and writing and smacking my ass to write you some smut, haha. Thanks for the inspiration. And yes, you too, Jamie. Although if it wasn't for you, I'd probably have been done sooner.

Normally Jasper doesn't have flashbacks, but in this one he will, this one I think is more important told from his point of view than Edward's as he'd probably recall more of it.

Characters belong to SM, I'm just playing around with the boys, hehe.

JPOV

The front door loomed large before me, taunting me, teasing me, daring me to come inside once again. What else could possibly happen there? Hadn't all the major shit been dragged out into the open whether we wanted them to be or not? Coming out to them and then my mom's incessant talk of marriage and kids, I wanted to kill her. Then to top it off finding out people were essentially sneaking around taking pictures of our life together. That really pissed me off, damn it.

Shooting the door of the house dirty looks I really didn't want to walk in it again. That was crazy, as the house didn't actually do anything personal to me, but shit... what did people want from me? More than I could give them. Edward noticed it and held me close as he said “We don't have to go back inside now, let's just stay out here and enjoy the sun.” Relaxing under his words I pushed my face into his neck and breathed in deeply.

Ignoring everything around us I kissed Edward's soft skin on his neck gently sucking, going up to where his jaw met his ear feeling the stubble there. Then I nipped his ear with my teeth and Edward pushed me back. Placing his hands on either side of my face he threaded his fingers through my hair behind my own ears. His eyes were a clear green with the sun shining through them. Edward's lips descended upon my own slowly. The kiss was languid, and lacked the frenzy of need as we'd already met each others' this morning.

Pulling his lips away from mine he kissed my jaw and when he got to my ear he whispered “You are beautiful.” No, I wasn't, he was. Maybe one day I'd believe him, but for the most part I had to stop myself from laughing whenever he said it. To me, men weren't beautiful, except Edward.

Edward's hands moved down my back and I winced slightly at the unexpected soreness. Note to self: having sex on hard surfaces, especially ones that aren't flat is hard on the back. Would I do it again? Hell yes.

Stepping back away from me Edward frowned as he asked “Are you okay?” Seriously I wanted to roll my eyes at him, but amazingly I didn't.

“Yeah, I'm fine, back's just a bit sore.” I answered. He bit his lip furrowing his brow as he looked at me and flicked his eyes to the car and back again. I could see he was regretting doing that because he thought he hurt me. God damn, that was a memory I'd carry with me forever, it wasn't something I was likely to forget. “Edward, please chill out, I'm fine.” Starting to get extremely annoyed with him I wished he'd stop babying me so much, damn it.

He nodded his head and I reached out for him and pulled him back to me. As I put my own arms around him I felt his hands barely skim over my back as though he was trying to see where I was the most sore without me catching on. Yeah right, I knew that's exactly what he was doing. I wondered if he had been like that with everyone he'd ever dated or if that was the doctor in him that he couldn't just put away or if he was just like that for me. Whatever it was I wished he'd stop it.

Thinking about Edward and being on the car with him I smiled to myself. That is, until I fully remembered that someone had been following us around taking pictures with us unaware. Holy shit, did they see that? Rattled and creeped out my head snapped up and my eyes darted around trying to see through the trees to see if anyone was there. “What's wrong with you?” Edward was watching my face concerned.

“Those pictures...” I breathed out. “What if they saw us?”

Edward snorted at me and I nearly kicked him, this wasn't funny. “Jasper, so what if they saw us? They either turned away or got a good show, depending on who they are.”

“Yeah... and what about your mom seeing that?” I snapped at him.

Edward's jaw clenched and he said “Surely they would keep that to themselves.” I wasn't entirely too sure, but I hoped to god they did.

Anger was pouring through me at the thought that someone was fucking with us. Looking around from all angles I tried to determine if someone was really there. Fuck, now I was going to always be paranoid. I had to get away from here, but I wasn't ready to go back inside the house.

Turning away from Edward I started towards the woods at the back of the house. I couldn't stay there. Slowing I asked “Are you coming?” He was still standing there, not having moved, looking at me, speechless. Shaking his head no at me his feet came forward towards me anyway, I kept walking.

The trail we were on was overgrown as it hadn't been used in many years. Edward took my hand as we stepped through the underbrush trying to remember what had once been our home away from home. It wasn't until we hit the end of this trail that I realized that neither one of us had stepped off it and we were nearing the end. Shit, shit, shit. I didn't want to be here and I knew Edward didn't. Trying to steer him away either further into the forest or back towards my parent's house I tugged his hand and started in the opposite direction. Too late. He'd seen the house, his parent's old house.

He stood there staring at it in silence, that couldn't be good. His parents moved out of that house shortly after kicking him out. The story around our small town was that his parents were moving, so they let him stay with my parents so he could finish out high school in the same place he'd grown up. No one seemed to mention that he never visited his parents, nor did they visit him. Neither of us even knew who spread that story around, we just went along with it.

“Edward?” I questioned to see if he was still with me. “Are you alright seeing your old home?”

Barely above a whisper, so quiet that I nearly missed it, Edward said “This was never my home, my home has always been where you are.”

Turning into him I placed my arms around him and held him while he stared at his old house. I wanted to leave, but it almost seemed important that he was here, like he was letting go of something, so I waited patiently with him. Patiently, Jasper? Yeah, that's a good one. You haven't been patient in a good while. Oh, shut up, for this I will be.

My eyes watched Edward to make sure he was alright. I was turned toward the trail, not looking at the house. That trail had been carved out by my own feet as a kid. Wanting a way to get to Edward's house that didn't involve a road my parents didn't think it was safe to walk on I started slowly making a path between our two houses. Normally it took thirty minutes to get between the two houses by foot, each direction, so an hour total. Reminiscing about that day I finally showed him the path I held him tighter, reflecting on the fear and terror I'd felt for him then.

The path I was making was a secret, Edward didn't know anything about it. I was hoping to surprise him and I got more and more excited the closer I got to making the path clearer and closer to his house. This would make it so much easier to see each other whenever we wanted to.

One Saturday rolled around and as I was twelve now my parents decided they could leave me at home alone that afternoon while they went on a date. I tried not to gag at the idea of my parents on a date. My dad had come into my room and said “Your mom and I are going out on a date. I can trust you not to burn the house down, right?”

Snapping my head up I gaped at him, this was the first time they'd left me alone in the house. “Yes, dad.” I answered. This was awesome, I finally felt more grown up. They'd gone on dates before, but I had a babysitter or I was at Edward's for it, which was rare. I almost never was at Edward's house if his dad was there and never spent the night there unless he was out of town, he preferred coming over to my house and stayed as long as possible.

“Good. Edward's mom is out of town visiting her mother in the nursing home, so I didn't want you going over there.” My dad told me seriously. He didn't like me over there at all I knew. Then what about Edward? Where was he? My dad didn't seem to know the answer to that.

Leaving me alone in the house I watched TV that I shouldn't be watching and ate almost every junk food I could find in the house. What every teenager left alone would do with no way of bringing friends over, not that I had many. Desperately I wished Edward was here, this was starting to get boring.

Laying on the couch and watching some movie on cable I was startled when the phone started to ring. Who would be calling now? People didn't call here much, if my father needed to be reached they just paged him. Picking up the phone I said “Hello? Cullen residence.”

There was almost no sound on the other line except ragged breathing. At first I thought someone was trying to play a prank and nearly put the phone back on the receiver. Then I heard a sniffle and said again “Hello?”

“J... Ja... Jazz.” Those were almost the only words Edward spoke over the phone, no matter how much I tried to get him to talk to me.

“Edward, where's your dad?” I asked him carefully.

Whispering he said “Passed out.” That was the full extent of our conversation as I started to panic. What happened? What was wrong with him?

“Look Edward, my parents aren't here.” I told him and he choked out a sob. He couldn't stay there, that was clear. “Go outside to the back of your house and meet me by the woods. I'm coming to get you.” I didn't even wait to hear his response to me. Hanging up the phone I scrawled out a messy note in case my parents got home before I did and raced out of the house and ran as fast as my legs would go, trying to get to him.

Sunlight streamed through the trees whose sighs sounded as though they ached, as if they felt his pain too. I was at Edward's house in seven minutes flat, panting, trying to catch my breath. He was standing there looking forlorn and... Oh my god, his nose was bloody, his eye was black and swollen shut already, and his jaw had a bruise on it. What the hell happened?

“Edward?” I whispered out afraid of scaring him.

Scowling at me he said “Let's get out of here.” His jaw was hard and set, his mouth was pressed in a firm line. The anger and fear radiated off him to me.

Not knowing what to say I nodded and led the way back to my house. This wasn't how I wanted him to find out about all the hard work I'd put into making this trail, but... I was incredibly grateful that I'd done it now. Edward followed behind me in complete silence.

Debating on whether or not I should page my dad I led the way into the house. Deciding I'd wait until he got home and Edward had calmed down I went and got the first aid kit anyway. There really wasn't much else I could do for him other than hand him some ice. The blood had finally stopped flowing by the time we got to the house and I got a washcloth and wet it so it could be removed. Snatching the washcloth in his own hands away from me he wiped away the blood gently, but still angrily. The furrow between his brows couldn't get any deeper.

I wanted to know what happened to him, but he was still too pissed off to tell me I knew. “Come on, let's watch some TV.” I said and then grinned at him saying “My parents aren't here, we can watch whatever we want.”

Edward snickered and immediately regretted it, and put his hand on his nose. Frowning at him I started to speak, but Edward wouldn't listen and just shoved past me to the den. Sighing I figured he'd tell me or my parents whenever he was ready, it's not like he could hide the evidence.

Sprawling on the floor I turned the TV back on and flipped through the channels trying to find something to watch. Edward laid down on the couch with the ice still pressed to his face. He didn't even look like he was in the room with me.

Staring intently at the TV watching the screen with my eyes, but not comprehending the storyline, my thoughts kept drifting back to Edward. I was impatient and wanted to know what happened. His father apparently did that to him, but why? As far as I knew of his father had been verbally abusive, but never physically.

The entire movie played out and we were on the next one before Edward spoke to me again. “Jasper?” He called out and I turned my head to look at him. My hands itched to touch his face, he looked so sad and heartbroken. Shoving the thought away I clenched my hands to keep them where they were. That wasn't right for me to want to touch him, so I wrapped it up and buried it deep down, hopefully for good, pretending it was never there in the first place.

“Yeah?” Swallowing hard I wasn't sure I wanted to know what he was going to tell me now.

Letting out a shaky breath he said “I... my... well...” He was never going to get out what he wanted to say like that, so I decided to help him out by asking questions this time. He would either answer if he wanted to or not, I wouldn't push, just steer the conversation.

Sitting up I faced him and asked “Why didn't you go with your mom?” That was probably the easiest question he could answer.

“Why would I want to go there? I barely even remember my grandmother and she doesn't remember me or my mom at all.” He said frowning, I think he wished he'd gone and endured it over what happened when he was left alone.

“Edward, is this the first time you were left with your dad by yourself?” I asked him wonderingly. He only nodded at me.

“You said he passed out?” This came out as a question, not a statement.

“Yeah, he'd been drinking, a lot.” Did he normally do that? “My mom usually stops him before it gets out of hand.” Okay...

“Edward, why did he hit you?” I wanted to say beat you, but for some reason I thought he'd shut himself off if I did.

“I... I... I don... don't know.” Edward stuttered and his voice shook. He was quiet for a while before he said “I don't think he even knew it was me he was punching.”

“What do you mean?” I asked him curiously.

“I mean he acted like he didn't even recognize me as his son.” He explained. So then who'd he think he was?

“Jazz... don't make me go back there, I don't want to go back.” He pleaded with me. As far as I was concerned he'd never go home, but his parents wouldn't let him stay here indefinitely. When his mom got back he'd have to go back to his house.

Opening my mouth to speak I heard the front door open. Running to it I tried to intercept my parents to let them know what was going on. They'd either flip that I had a friend over when they weren't there or they'd flip when they saw Edward, I wasn't too sure which.

“Mom, dad, Edward is here right now. I hope that's okay.” I decided to get just that part out first.

“It's okay this time, Jasper, but we'd really rather you didn't have anyone here when we aren't. What if something bad happened?” My dad said. I snorted, something bad did happen, but it didn't happen here.

My parents stood stock-still in front of me looking behind me. Well, it looked like I wouldn't have to tell them myself after all. Edward must be standing behind me for them to look like that. He truly looked terrible. My mom's eyes started to tear and she pushed past me to hold him in her arms. Holding him carefully she asked “Honey, what happened? Who did you fight with?”

My father looked at me and my hands to make sure I wasn't the one that did it. I knew we roughhoused, but we never got that out of hand, so I was more than a little offended.

Edward still hadn't answered my mom, so I answered for him. “His dad.” Both my parents gasped and my mom sobbed harder, my dad was furious I could tell.

“Son, you are going to stay here a while.” My dad spoke firmly and Edward visibly relaxed at his words. I didn't even know when his mom was coming home as this was summertime. She might be gone all summer for all I knew, he didn't need to go back to his ass of a father. Yep, ass, ass, ass. That's when I first started cussing in my head and almost always in threes. My parents would wash my mouth out if I said that out loud.

Edward stayed and I tried to make it feel like one really long sleepover, so it wouldn't be as weird, so he wouldn't feel like we were just pitying him. My father called CPS, and as Edward's father was well-known in the community and respected, not to mention extremely powerful, they of course did what they thought was best. They ignored it, swept it under the rug, and left Edward to fend for himself.

Edward's mom came home finally, so Edward had to go home. By this time I'd told my dad about the path I'd made between our two houses and instead of being upset like I thought he might be, he seemed pleased. I wasn't sure why until he handed Edward a key to our house. “Edward, always come over here when you are left alone with your dad, or any other time it gets to be too much for you over there. Even if we aren't here, you are welcome here, always.”

Edward sucked in a deep breath and took the key with shaky hands saying“Thanks.”

It'd been long enough by the time Edward's mom got back that the bruises had disappeared, I doubted he was ever going to tell her they were there in the first place. It was unlikely his father even remembered giving them to him as drunk as he was, or if he did he might have thought he was imagining it.

Walking down the path with him I wanted to make sure he was okay, and I was going inside his house regardless this time. If his dad was still going to be violent then Edward was going home with me. I would bet anything that his mom would let me take him.

“Jazz?” Edward's voice brought me back to him, back to the here and now.

“Yeah? Are you ready to go now?” I asked him.

“In a minute.” He said quietly and looked at his old house and then back at me. Putting his hands around me he held me to him tightly as his lips touched mine in a passionate kiss. It was almost like he was thumbing his nose at the old house and his parents, maybe he was.

Breaking our lips hold Edward pulled me even tighter to him hitting a particularly sore spot. Remembering not to wince so he wouldn't overreact to it I still couldn't stop myself from stiffening. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Dropping his hands from me he stepped back and looked at me sadly then back at the house. That's when it hit me what was bugging him. He didn't just think he hurt me, he was equating my pain with the beating his father had given him. That was absolutely absurd.

“Edward, look at me.” I commanded. He brought his eyes back to my face and I could see the internal struggle he was going through in his eyes.

Placing my hands on either side of his face I held him still willing him to listen as I said “My back is sore, that's all, nothing more. It's an unfortunate side effect of having fun, which by the way I asked you to do. I wanted it.”

Blowing out his breath he said “I know, but...”

“But nothing. You aren't your father. If you'd beaten me like he did, you'd be just as injured right now. I promise you that, because I wouldn't put up with that shit.” Raking my hands through his hair I tugged on it painfully and pressed my lips to his as I kissed him hard and rough and bit his lip, on purpose. Pulling away I said “Now tell me that wasn't painful, and you didn't enjoy it.” He could lie to me all he wanted to, but I felt the effect of the kiss against my thigh.

Sighing at me he said “Alright, alright. I get it.” You sure about that?

“Good.” Then I put his hands around my back once again, he wasn't getting away that easily. Enough of this sadness, I was finally ready to go back to my parent's house. “Edward, let's go back to the house.” I said softly in his ear before I flicked my tongue out over his earlobe and sucked it between my teeth. Hissing at me he pulled back and grinned wickedly before he attached his lips to my neck and bit down hard, marking me. I knew it wasn't going to be a small mark either. Great. I just hoped my parents didn't say anything about it, but as of right now I was sure my mom at least would. Shit, shit, shit.

Scowling at him he laughed at me, fucking laughed. “Catch me if you can.” Edward taunted me smirking before he smacked my ass and took off running. Fucker. Jasper, what happened to being calm and patient? Shut up, you knew it wouldn't last long.

Watching him run I forgot to try and catch up, I was enjoying the view too much, his beauty was fluid. That is, until he rounded a corner and I couldn't see him anymore. No, that wasn't going to work. My legs pumped fast to catch up or at least see his backside. To be honest, I didn't care if I caught up with him as long as he was in my line of sight.

Edward looked behind him to see me checking out his ass. His laughter floated back to me as he began to run even faster. Fucker.

In no time at all we were in the yard of the house. Edward was turned towards me laughing because I never even tried to catch up with him. Narrowing my eyes I attacked him so that we were both on the ground. He chuckled beneath me, his eyes crinkling in the corners, the green sparkling. He didn't attempt to get out from under me. The messy bronze hair, the wide crooked smile, the joyful, carefree eyes for a change were mesmerizing. Smiling at him I leaned down to kiss his still wide smile.

Hearing someone clear their throat I looked up to see my mom standing in the doorway of the house. She was grinning from ear to ear and made me wonder just exactly how long she'd been watching us. “Boys, lunch is ready.” Lunch? Didn't we just eat breakfast? My stomach's rumble told me that more time had passed since then than I thought. Laughing even harder at the sound of my stomach Edward pushed me off of him.

Walking into the house we took our shoes and socks off. My mother's lips were twitching until she couldn't hold it in anymore. “I think you boys need to change clothes, they're filthy.” Those were the words that came out of her mouth, but she was looking right at the mark Edward had given me. “You've been having a little fun, I see.” She said before she burst out laughing. Eww, mom. I knew she would say something.

Shaking my head at her I went up the stairs to find some cleaner clothes than these, she was right, they were filthy. Edward changed his clothes so fast I nearly missed it, what the fuck was the hurry? He gave me a mischievous smile, winked and walked out of the room. What the hell was that all about?

When I made my way down the stairs Edward was talking to my mom in hushed tones, before glancing at me, his eyes dancing. He was up to something, I'd know that look anywhere. I was sure I'd find out what it was eventually.

Entering the dining room I saw my dad sitting there reading the Sunday paper. He didn't seem too happy, but I didn't know if it was over what he was reading or not. Shrugging it off for now I took my seat and waited for my mom and Edward.

Sitting beside me Edward grinned and squeezed my hand before tucking into his food. My mom made too much, as per usual. Emmett should be here I thought inwardly, nothing would go to waste then.

Chewing my food I tried to enjoy the flavors in my mouth, as we'd be going home late tomorrow, I knew I'd miss my mom's cooking. Interrupting me my mom said “So Jasper, I hear you saw Molly this morning. You know I always thought you two would hit it off and be happy together.” She had to be joking, right? Edward snorted beside me, but as I wasn't looking at her when she said it, I had to look up to see the mirth in her eyes.

“Yeah... you know me. We would have lived happily ever after.” I told her dripping with sarcasm.

“Can you tell me just exactly why you were making out at the table in the diner?” She said becoming serious. What? Furrowing my brow in confusion I looked at Edward, he had the same disbelieving look on his face.

Turning back to her I asked “Mom, what are you talking about?”

“Well, since you haven't been in the house, you wouldn't know, but we've gotten a stream of phone calls by people that were disgusted by your behavior at the diner.” She explained, almost like she was scolding us. Why? I thought she was happy for us.

“What behavior? I kissed Jasper once on our way out the door, and that was more to show Molly that Jasper belongs to me. I don't care about the town.” Edward stated. Stupid ass small town, this is why I didn't live here anymore. I'd love to live in a small town, but not at the expense of everyone knowing your business.

“Really? That's all you did?” She asked us, her brow shooting up in surprise. Well, that's the only thing that we did that would set their tongues to wagging. I nodded at her. My mom's eyes narrowed and she looked pissed, so did my dad. What the fuck for?

“Mom, what else is going on?” I asked.

Releasing her breath she said “I've had two clients pull out of business with me because they didn't want to give their business to someone that would raise and allow their children to behave the way you did. I got the impression that they were under the delusion that you were too physical in the diner, don't know if they didn't like that, or if it's because it was you two, no one said.”

My father spoke up and said “Yeah, we've gotten over twenty phone calls this morning.” Wait, what? There weren't even twenty tables in that diner. Stupid ass small town gossip, that shit spread like wildfire. I bet everyone in the town would say they were there. I was so glad we were going home, but I felt bad for my mom losing her clients.

Edward's lips were turned down and he looked... guilty? He shouldn't feel guilty. “Esme, I'm sorry I caused you trouble.” He told her apologetically.

Smiling at him she said “You didn't cause me trouble. I don't want to deal with assholes like that anyway.” My mom said assholes? Okay, who was she and where did she hide my mother? “Besides, I already have two more clients to take their place, people that were proud of you for standing up for yourselves. I'd much rather deal with them.” Wow, I guess even in this small town not everyone was as close-minded.

After lunch Edward and I made our way to the den to watch TV, something we rarely did at home and just do nothing. Tomorrow we'd be leaving, so today we were going to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon together. Inwardly I wished we were spending that at home, because I knew we'd be in the bedroom, but I also knew we couldn't hide ourselves away in the bedroom with my parents here, even if they weren't in the same room as us.

Lying on my back on the floor I quickly realized that wasn't going to be a comfortable position and rolled over onto my stomach and laid my head on my arms. Edward groaned behind me and I turned my head to look at him. He was sitting with his back against the couch, legs apart, with elbows on his bent knees. His eyes were roaming over my backside, I held in a snicker as I was currently not in a much better state of mind. My eyes were directly in front of his crotch. Licking my lips I wanted to feel his hard length in my mouth. Letting out a ragged breath I crawled my way between his legs. Edward looked down at me in surprise, but before he could do anything I was kissing his cock lightly through his jeans. Lifting his shirt up part of the way I popped his jeans button open and unzipped his fly. Without pushing them down I put my hand inside his boxers and pulled his cock out. Smacking my lips I licked the underside of his cock and swirled my tongue around his head. I watched in fascination as he got harder for me. Edward moaned out “Fuck...”

Lifting my eyes to his I said “Hush. You have to be quiet.” He nodded and bit down on his lip, he was going to draw blood I knew. Edward closed his eyes for a second before he turned his head towards the door watching it to make sure we didn't get caught again.

Turning my attention back to him and his incredible cock I licked him slowly at first. Moving my lips to kiss the skin of his abdomen that was exposed to me my hand pumped up and down his cock. Edward's groans came out almost strangled as he tried not to make too much noise.

Letting go of his cock I placed my hands on his inner thighs rubbing slowly up and down as my mouth took in his cock. My hands moved further inward until I cupped his balls with my right hand. Fuck, I wanted to feel that in my mouth too. Taking Edward down as far as I could I sucked him a few more times. On the last suck I let his cock go and kissed the head, he whimpered at me. Not letting him go for long I wrapped my hand around his cock and began stroking him, my thumb placing more pressure on the underneath side. With my left hand I pushed his jeans and boxers further down so I could suck on his balls. Bringing one into my mouth I rolled it around loving the way it felt. Edward's hands had since found their way into my hair and were tugging at it, willing me to go faster. Picking up my pace I let his balls go from my mouth and licked a line between them. “Fuck...” Edward breathed out. I smacked his thigh for not being quiet which made him moan. Licking his head a few times I swirled my tongue around it before going back to his balls, my hand still pumping him. Sucking one ball into my mouth I rolled it around my tongue before doing the same to the other side. Edward's hands gripped my hair more forcefully and I growled around him. Tightening in my mouth his balls signaled his release was coming and I let my mouth go back to his cock to drink his cum down, that was just for me. Continuing to pump him I swallowed every last drop of cum he gave me. Kissing his softening cock I looked up and smiled at his flushed cheeks. Edward pulled me to him and kissed my parted lips, letting our tongues meet.

Placing my own hands around his neck I sucked his tongue into my mouth and pressed my chest against his. Hearing the damn phone ringing in the background I pulled away from Edward, unhappily. Sighing I could hear my mom talking to someone that unfortunately wanted to talk to me. Apparently it was my cellphone that was ringing, fuck. Who the hell would be calling me? Everyone that normally called me was in this house right now. With no time to right Edward's clothes I pulled his boxers back up and turned around between his legs, covering up his unzipped jeans. Edward put his arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him. Turning my head I put my hand on the back of his and kissed him again, then scooted my body down so my head was lying on his shoulder. Edward's arms came around my waist and I placed my own hands over his.

“Honey, it's your friend Jamie on the phone for you.” My mom called out as she walked into the room. What? She handed me my phone and left. Looking down at it I turned my head to look at Edward, he seemed as baffled as I was. What the fuck was he calling me for? He never had before. Why would he call me instead of Edward?

Raising my phone to my ear I could hear Jamie talking to somebody, before I could even say hello he was telling someone else “I'm the new in thing, I'm a pocket gay, I'm small enough you can stick me in your pocket and take me home.” I could hear the humor in his voice when he said it, as well as a cackle and someone else snorting with laughter. Huh? Edward heard it, my head was moving up and down as he was chuckling. I rolled my eyes, Jamie was so weird sometimes.

Forgetting to say hello I asked “Come again?”

Jamie quipped “If you were with me you'd come again and again and again.” See what I mean? Weird. The other people he was with were laughing hysterically too. Edward laughed harder behind me, and kissed my other ear. Damn it, why was I on the stupid phone?

Sighing in annoyance I asked “Jamie, is there a reason you called me?”

“You don't have to be so rude, you know.” He replied. Was he still on the you knows? God damn.

“Yeah, yeah, but why'd you call?” I asked again. Edward was still laughing behind me as his hands traveled down to the waistband of my jeans, his fingers dipping inside them. “Move it.” I hissed under my breath at him and pushed his hand out of the way, it was distracting.

“Well, excuse me for caring.” Jamie snapped at me. God damn it, why the fuck did he call me? I still didn't know.

“Spit it out.” I snapped right back.

“Rose forced me to call you.” He told me. What the fuck? Why would she do that?

I could hear her voice in the background saying “I did not. I didn't make you do anything, but damn I was tired of listening to your worrying about what happened with his parents.”

“Okay... so you want to know if my parents disowned me?” I asked.

“Well, duh, that's what I was calling for, you know.” He answered as though I was stupid. Idiot, I wasn't the one that kept saying you know over and over. Edward was only laughing harder, not at Jamie, but at me, he knew things like that annoyed the shit out of me.

“Obviously they didn't as we are still here and my mom was the one to answer my phone.” I wished he could see my eyes roll to go along with that statement.

“Dude, I was just freaked out, you know. My parents and Edward's parents didn't exactly take it well, you know. Wish my parents were more like yours anyway, they were nice at the hospital.” He said seriously this time. Fucking hell, now I felt like shit. I'd forgotten he'd come to see me while I was in there. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Rubbing my forehead I said “I'm sorry, it's just been... not quite a picnic around here. My parents don't care though, that's true.”

“What do you mean, not a picnic?” He asked peaked by curiosity. Shit, shit, shit. Why'd I say that? I really didn't want to get into that, didn't want to get into nearly losing Edward for good because of my own stupidity.

Blowing out my breath I said “I'll tell you about it later, okay?”

“Fine, fine.” Jamie answered. “Em, Rose and me are meeting Grant this afternoon anyway. I'll talk to you later.”

“Yeah, later. Say hi to them for me. Bye.” I told him before getting a reply and ending the call.

Suddenly I felt tired, all the stress of the weekend was finally catching up to me, a heavy burden had been laid on me and I just couldn't shake it off. Closing my eyes I leaned more into Edward. I could feel one of his hands ghost over my cheek and turned into it. “Jazz, let's go upstairs.” He spoke softly.

Standing up I pulled Edward off the floor with me. He zipped his jeans back up, but left the button open. As we walked by the kitchen I saw both my parents sitting at the table looking disgustingly in love. It was nice and all that they loved each other after all these years, but still I didn't want to think about my parents like that. Edward had a slightly awed and jealous look on his face at the display. They didn't notice us at all as we passed by them and walked up the stairs.

Walking into the bedroom something looked off, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. Edward had a huge smile on his face, making me wonder what the hell I was missing. Sitting at the edge of the bed on the end of it I threw my phone into our bag, it wasn't likely I'd need it again.

When I looked up I saw Edward behind me waiting for our eyes to meet before taking his shirt off. Wait. He was behind me? In front of me was a full length mirror that I know hadn't been there before. “Um, Edward?”

“Yeah, Jazz?” He was smirking at me through the mirror as he got on the bed behind me. He was on his knees and his hands rubbed my shoulders, his eyes watching me in the mirror.

“Where did this mirror come from?” I asked him, wondering what the fuck it was about.

“It was in your mom's design room. I saw it when I sneaked a peek in there the other day.” He told me, as his lips kissed my neck.

“How'd it end up in here though?” Holy hell, I knew why he wanted it in here, I hoped to god he didn't tell my mom that.

“I told your mom it would look good in here, and she agreed.” He explained. “Now I want to make love to you and since your back hurts I thought this would be a good alternative so you wouldn't be on it. I still fantasize about taking you this way in our bathroom at home.” His voice got huskier the longer he spoke. Yeah, I remembered that day well.

Edward's hands moved the fabric of my shirt up and I lifted my arms so he could get it off. He kissed along my back as his hands moved up and down my chest and abdomen. My own hands went to my jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Edward pushed my hands away as he kissed my shoulder and slid his hand inside my boxers. Moaning at him I turned my head to capture his lips with mine, making me spin on fire.

Pulling away from me Edward's hands rubbed up and down my jean clad thighs and his voice whispered “Watch in the mirror, see what I see, see how beautiful you really are.” Fuck. Somehow I knew this would be different, in our bathroom we could only see from the waist up, but this time... we could see everything at once.

Edward moved in front of me on the floor and I could see his entire exposed back in the mirror, watch how it moved with each gesture. Damn, was this what he saw when he looked at me this way? No wonder he liked it. Looking up at me with hooded eyes his tongue traced my nipples as his his hands went inside my boxers grabbing my ass. Lifting my hips I let him remove them and my boxers at the same time. Returning between my legs Edward gave me a dazzling smile and kissed my erect cock. His lips slid down over it as his hands were on my thighs almost holding me in place. My hands threaded through his bronze locks and I could see the contrast between it and my hands, dark against light.

The feeling of his warm wet mouth around my cock was wonderful as he worked his strong tongue over it, tasting me like he'd never had anything better. Moaning at him his green eyes looked up at mine, they were dark with lust and hungry. I'd never felt more wanted in my life than I did right then. One of his hands moved so it was tugging on my balls as he sucked up and down my cock, the other moved up my arm and down over my chest. “Edward... I need you now.” I breathed out.

Standing before me Edward smiled down at me and I kissed his chest. Unzipping his jeans I pushed them down with his boxers and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and looked down at me, his hand caressing my face. The look of love on his face took my breath away.

Edward sat on the bed beside me and I could see us in the mirror side by side, we were beautiful, both of us. This time I wasn't laughing. Edward bent forward and took the lube and a condom out of our bag and set it next to him. Turning back to me he kissed my mouth tugging on my bottom lip. “Edward, please...” I moaned. He kissed down my neck and across my shoulder, then lifted my arm kissing the inside of my bicep and down my arm pit and ribs, making me squirm with pleasure.

“Jasper, do you want me?” Edward asked me, what a dumb question.

“More than anything, please.” I begged.

“Get on your knees for me then.” He commanded. On my knees now I watched in the mirror as Edward got behind me. His hands caressed my ass and I could see the delight on his face as he looked at it. Pulling my cheeks apart he licked the crack of my ass circling my entrance. I could feel his tongue poke through the ring of muscle and growled at him.

Looking at me through the mirror he sucked on one of his fingers and pushed it gently inside me as he watched my face. “More...” I pleaded. Instead of removing that hand he sucked on a finger on the other hand and pushed it inside. He moved them in opposing directions which created a new pleasure ridden torture. “Fuck...” Edward watched his fingers moving in and out of my ass.

“Now, I want to feel you inside me now.” How much more was I going to have to beg?

Edward smiled at me and kissed my back removing his fingers from my ass. Opening the bottle of lube he poured some directly over the crack of my ass. Pumping his hand over his own cock a few times he tore open the condom package and rolled it on. Pouring more lube in his hand he pushed his fingers in my ass again coating the inside. Removing them he replaced them with his cock slowly rubbing between my cheeks and just pressing the head in on a few passes. Damn it, I was fucking ready. “Edward, now.” I growled out.

Chuckling at my impatience he pushed slowly forward, filling, stretching me, making me feel whole. His hands at my hips he thrust in and out gently making me moan and grip the sheets beneath me. Edward's eyes met mine in the mirror and I could see the pleasure on his face as he felt the tightness of my ass around his cock. Rocking my hips back into him I pleaded “Faster...” Smirking at me he picked up the pace hitting my prostate each time he thrust into me. I could feel my testicles fill with semen as he did it. Reaching down I stroked my cock as his thrusts got harder.

Changing position I leaned my chest forward, so he could get a better angle. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Jazz, you always feel so good.” Then I watched as he swallowed hard and nearly choked back tears saying “I don't know what I'd without you.”

Shaking my head at him I said “Me either, now get on with it and fuck me.” Shit, if he kept that up he'd never get off and I was already nearly there. That, or he'd make me cry and I didn't want that.

Putting one hand behind me I squeezed one of his ass cheeks and left it there as he kept up his thrusts. Watching us in the mirror I could see the essence of two performers, doing a dance. My balls tightened at all the sensations around me, the grunts Edward was making, the sound of our bodies slapping together, the look on our faces as we gazed at each other through the mirror, the feeling of him inside me connecting us, they all combined to make me cry out in pleasure, in wonderment. My muscles clenched around Edward's cock as I shot out a stream of cum, trying to squeeze out every drop.

Edward's face scrunched up in pleasure as he let go inside me and he cried out “Jazz!” His body weak at the expended energy he kissed my back lazily and pulled out of me taking the condom with him. Getting up he threw it away and came back with a warm washcloth to clean up the evidence of our love.

Lying beside me Edward pulled me to him facing him and kissed me full of passion and love. “I love you, Jazz.” His voice was quiet and almost fearful as though he was afraid I didn't love him back.

Giving him a radiant smile I tried to push confidence into him and said “I love you too, Edward."