Strange Desire: Chapter Seventeen

Strange Desire: Chapter Seventeen

AN: So, I wasn't too sure I was going to do the last chapter from Edward's point of view or not, but as I have pneumonia and didn't want to leave you with nothing, I decided to anyway. Don't skip over it, there are important pieces in here even if it's similar to the other chapter.

Can anyone tell me what the deal is with so many of the slash writers getting flamed lately? Skip right on by if that's not what you want, duh.

Okay, Jen, I told you I was going to get my leather whip out if you didn't get to crackin' on your next chapter, haha. I know I'm being mean, aren't I? Hey, you have more readers than me and they want their fix. You're their drug.

Characters belong to SM

EPOV

“Oh.” I heard Esme's voice.

Jasper stilled above me, his face and neck burning red. Tilting my head back to see both our parents standing there I whispered “Fuck.” They had caught us on the floor, no shirts on, and making out. Next time we need to find a room with a lock on it, shit.

“Um... I'll be right back. I want to show you boys something.” Esme said pulling Carlisle away along with her.

Groaning in embarrassment Jasper rolled off me. He seemed like he was in a panic looking for our shirts that had been thrown to the other side of the room behind us. I didn't know how he thought putting our shirts on was going to make everything better. The thought made me laugh in my head as I remembered him fully dressed after walking out of the bedroom naked when Emmett was there. With our shirts on we sat next to each against the couch. When I started laughing Jasper shot me a dirty look and snapped “What the fuck is so funny?”

The look on his face was priceless and made me laugh harder as I said “What's so funny? Jasper, do you realize we just got caught by our parents making out like a couple of teenagers? It's something that should have happened when we were teenagers and never did. I never thought that would happen as that's backwards from where we are in our relationship.” This made one of my teenage fantasies come true, making out with Jasper, of course, not getting caught.

Our parents sat down on the old, decrepit couch. Esme had a thick book in her hand as she said “I wanted to show you something.” What the hell was that book?

Carlisle rolled his eyes at her saying “I doubt they want to look at pictures, Esme.” Who the fuck wanted to look at pictures? They interrupted us for that? I was surprised those words didn't come out of Jasper's own mouth.

“I know they probably don't want to, but they need to see them. Maybe it would address some of their confusion.” She argued. Jasper looked at me to see if I knew what she was talking about, I didn't. I was just as confused as he was. “Go ahead, look.” Esme said handing the book over to Jasper.

Holy shit, the whole book had nothing but Jasper and I in it as we grew up until present day. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to freak Jasper out, but I knew automatically where they'd come from. There was no doubt in my mind that my mother had something to do with it. My question now was why? Did she have more of these photo albums that had me doing other things in them?

Jasper must have flipped through that book ten times or more in shock. I was shocked too. Those pictures clearly showed his love for me as we grew up. Swallowing I almost wished he'd seen these before, then maybe he wouldn't have acted like an ass. He must have been thinking along the same lines too. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jasper's jaw tighten, his hands clench and the color start to creep up his neck. Closing the book and putting it to the side I wrapped my arms around Jasper and kissed his lips. “Jasper, it doesn't matter. We are together now, it doesn't matter.” Then I said “I love you.”

Jasper swallowed his anger back and said “I love you, too.” He sighed in relief. He'd managed to hold himself together, to not lose his temper. It was a big step for him to get better, even if he couldn't control the anger yet, he could control his reaction.

Hearing sniffling behind us Jasper turned to see Esme wiping tears away from her eyes. What was she crying over? “Mom? Why are you crying?” Jasper asked her.

“I'm just so happy. W... I've been waiting for my boys to realize what I've known for a long time.” She answered. When she started with w... it only confirmed what I'd already deduced. My mother knew, she had those pictures taken. My father wouldn't be happy about this, so it must have come from her.

Carlisle got out of the couch carefully and came over to help Esme out of it. He said “I think we need to give them a little time, Esme.” Nodding her head she let him help her up.

“Mom, why do we still have this couch?” Jasper asked her. I wondered why she had the hideous thing too.

“You don't remember?” She asked him.

Shaking his head no he asked “Should I?”

Looking at Jasper sadly she answered “It came from your parent's house, it was theirs.”

Sucking in a breath Jasper looked at it again. He ran his hands across the old, itchy fabric and said “Mom, you don't have to keep this. I don't even remember it.” She nodded at him once and walked out of the room.

“Jasper, are you okay?” I asked him concerned. Would that open his heart again only to have it ripped out? Sometimes that's how I felt with things like that about my own parents.

Leaning into my shoulder he sighed and said “Yeah.”

We stayed like that, not speaking for a while. For some reason all of these things made me think about my father and the first fight he'd had with my mother. It was about his brother, but what was it about his brother that caused the rift in the first place?

Remembering back to the following day after the fight I heard my dad on the phone with someone, someone that I now knew was my uncle.

My father was standing in his office on the phone, the door ajar. I knew I shouldn't be listening, but I was curious. Peeking an eye through the opening I saw my father's face, it looked grim and angry. He spoke into the speaker and asked “How could you do this to me? To my family?”

Waiting for the answer on the other end my father closed his eyes and said “If you needed money, why didn't you come to me? I would have given it happily, no questions asked.”

I watched as my father's face purpled in anger before he exploded out “I don't care about your fucking pride, what you did was unforgivable.”

He was shaking his head at the response on the other line. “You cost me the election, everything you did. I loved you, it didn't have to be like that.”

Then his shoulders started shaking, my father was crying? “I want you to stay out of my life and my family's life.” He spoke down the phone.

“No, it's too late now. Just don't contact us anymore.” My father said and hung up the phone. He had tears running down his face right before he caught me peering in. Wiping his face he set his jaw and looked right at me and told me “Edward, boys don't cry.” If that was the case, then why was he crying?

My mom saw me standing there and took my hand saying “Come on, sweetie, your father needs some time alone.”

“Boys?” Esme mom called quietly from the doorway, interrupting my flashback. Looking up at her she said “Dinner's ready, if you want it.” My head still couldn't wrap itself around the memory. Clearly I wasn't the first person that he'd disowned. What I did know is that I had to find my uncle to make sense of my fucked up life. I wanted to tell Jasper, but this wasn't the time or the place. He was still angry and confused and being here was making it much worse.

Sitting next to Jasper we had a good dinner, nothing out of the ordinary until Esme blurted out “Are you going to move?” Move? I knew what she was on about before Jasper did. Frowning at her I wondered why she would bring that up now.

“Mom, what are you talking about? Why would we move?” Jasper asked her confused.

“Well... you can't get married in Washington.” She stated. Yeah, I was right, I knew where she was going with this. Fuck, way to freak Jasper out. This made me uneasy. What would Jasper do when he fully realized that we couldn't be married without either leaving the state or the country? I didn't care about getting married, but I knew he did, he always thought he would be, albeit to a woman. Would that just make him question his decision to be with me more? Fuck. Why would she bring that up? I'd only just gotten him back.

All three of the rest of us of the male gender had our mouths hanging open, dumbfounded. Jasper was irritated as he said “I don't want to move.”

Blinking a couple of times first I said “I don't want to move either.” Did that mean Jasper didn't want to be with me like I wanted to be with him? As far as I was concerned, he was my forever.

“But don't you want to get married?” She asked us, pushing. No, I really didn't want to get married, but I wanted to be with Jasper.

Carlisle rescued us from this conversation, thank god, as he said “Esme, even if they moved and got married where it was legal as soon as they left that state their marriage wouldn't be recognized anymore. There is no point in pushing the issue.” Fucking hell, why wouldn't these people just drop it? I fully expected Jasper to explode at some point by this time.

Esme sighed and said “I just want my boys to be happy.” I was happy, I didn't need to be married to be happy. That was clearly insane. If marriage made people happy then their wouldn't be near as many divorces.

Holy shit, married? Jasper and I had just told them we were together fucking yesterday, he didn't even know at that point that they knew he loved me. Why did women think you had to be married to be happy? That was nonsense.

Helping clear the table Esme was at the sink washing dishes. I heard Jasper ask “Mom, why are you crying?”

She was still turned away from him when she said “I'm not crying.”

Jasper was starting to color again, muscles tensed, we didn't need that right now. Speaking up I said “Yes, you are. What's wrong?”

Turning around, her eyes still had tears in them as she said “Now I won't have grandchildren.” Jasper started laughing, he laughed so hard he clutched at his sides. Fuck, why was he laughing? Great, now I felt guilty. I'd taken away her chance to have grandchildren, I knew without a doubt that I didn't want children. I would not project the things my father did out onto a child, it wasn't fair to them. I knew for certainty that I never wanted to have a child that came from me, ever. If I ever changed my mind then I always thought I'd adopt, there were too many children out there without parents, but with a man... it would take much longer to do it. Giving Jasper a reproving look for laughing at his mother Jasper laughed harder. Why was he still laughing? This wasn't something to laugh about. “Why are you laughing?” Esme asked him looking hurt.

Taking deep breaths Jasper tried to get his laughter under control. Finally calmed down Jasper said “Mom, even if we were with a woman that doesn't mean we'd have children.” I almost snorted out loud then, he was right.

She looked befuddled as she said “Of course you would.”

Shaking his head no he stated “You didn't.”

Her mouth popped open and her eyes got wide as the lightbulb went off in her head, she said “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. I'm your adopted child, not your biological one. Edward is your child, in a way, even though you didn't adopt him. Again, he's not your biological son.” Jasper said explaining the obvious.

Esme wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled at Jasper and me. She said “You're right. Both of you are my sons.” Jasper sighed in relief. I felt my heart squeeze feeling more guilt, if it wasn't for me then I knew Jasper would be with a woman, probably married, in a house, with kids by now.

When we were done Jasper and I sat down in the living room with my dad, talking. Esme had gone into the den. She came back carrying that photo book and asked Jasper “Jasper, are you sure you won't mind if I change the couch?”

“No, I don't care.” He answered her.

“Okay, if you're sure.” She said and sat down with us. Then she rattled off “I think I'll keep the frame of it though, they don't make them that strong anymore.” Why was that even relevant enough to mention?

Turning to Carlisle we talked about some of the more interesting cases we'd had lately. I shared with him my story of the patient that had been run over by a train, that I'd finally gotten to see him again. He was probably the only one that could understand how important that was to me. Jasper tried, but he just couldn't. Jasper had his head leaning against the back of the couch with his eyes closed, looking tired.

“Mom?” Jasper asked.

“Yes, honey?” Esme asked back.

“Where did those pictures come from?” He questioned her. Gulping at the question her eyes diverted to my Carlisle, then me.

Taking a deep breath my mom said “I can't tell you that.” Jasper's temper was rising, he'd held it in over the marriage and children conversation, but this was just one too many things on top of everything else he'd dealt with.

“What the fuck? Why can't you tell me?” Standing up Jasper shouted at her. Rounding on me Jasper shouted “Did you know about this?” I looked at him in surprise. Fuck no, I didn't know about that. If I'd seen those pictures before now then I probably wouldn't have held in how I felt for so long.

“Jasper, honey, please sit down.” Esme petitioned him. Jasper's fists were clenched making the abrasions on them stand out. Surely he didn't want to storm out of here like yesterday. He'd be angry with himself if he did that again. Touching his hand I swiped my finger across his knuckles, he sat down like I knew he would. “Edward doesn't have anything to do with this. He didn't know either. Just trust me when I tell you I can't tell you.” She said. Now I knew more than ever that I had to find my uncle, had to find out what had happened. Somehow all these things seemed to be connected. “Don't go looking for the answer either, please. I'm begging you, both of you, don't look for it.” I wasn't making any promises I couldn't keep. My mother might need to be left out of this, but surely if my uncle was disowned then it shouldn't be a problem. Maybe I'd finally have a real family member in my life.

Huffing Jasper said “Fine. I'm going to bed.”

Jasper left us and went upstairs. Esme looked disappointed, Carlisle looked resigned. Deciding I'd retire with him too I left them alone downstairs.

Jasper was laying on the bed when I came in with his arm over his eyes. Getting ready for bed first I turned off the light and got into bed beside him. Moving his arm from over his eyes he asked “Did I miss anything else?”

Snorting at him I said “No, I think you ended the conversation.”

Closing his eyes Jasper sighed. He looked so tired, what happened to the innocent man I'd fallen for? I wished he was better, that all of this hadn't been so stressful. One day I'd get him back, I knew, but it seemed a while in coming. Kissing his closed eyelids his eyes fluttered open and I looked at him in concern. “Are you okay, Jasper?” I asked him.

“No. Aren't you a little freaked out about those pictures?” He questioned me.

Smiling at him I kissed his lips before saying “No, I'm not.”

“I am, why aren't you?” He asked. To me, that was one of the best things, aside from Jasper, that had occurred in several years. My mother was out there somewhere watching me, observing my life, even if it was from a distance. In a twisted, fucked up way it made me feel that she still loved me.

Chuckling at him I hummed happily, giving him my crooked grin. “Jasper, those pictures... we might not be able to go looking into it, but I'm, without a doubt, positive that my mother had something to do with them.” I told him. Jasper gasped at me and I watched as several expressions crossed his face.

Pulling me into his arms he fell asleep, tired and exhausted. He was far more tired than I was. Jasper started panting hard and shouted out “Edward?” I sat up and looked at him, was he dreaming?

He called out my name again“Edward?”

He was thrashing around trying to get something away from him, he nearly hit me in the face. Straddling him I held his arms down and shouted “Jasper! Fuck, wake up, Jasper.” He had tears running down his face.

Snapping his eyes open it took him a minute to realize where he was, that that had just been a bad dream. “Are you okay?” I asked him finally letting his arms go. He nodded his head. Jasper still looked like he was in pain, I didn't want to see him like that. One of my fingers touched the tears on his cheek and I brought it to my lips. Then I leaned down and licked his lips removing any remaining tears before kissing him.

Wrapping his arms around me he pulled me closer to him. “Why were you holding me down?” He asked me.

“Jazz, you were thrashing about so much I thought you were going to hurt yourself or me. Or at the very least dump one of us out of bed.” I explained. “What were you dreaming about anyway?” I questioned him. What could possibly give him a nightmare like that? When he got through telling me everything in his dream I started laughing. “Oh my god, if my dad knew a place like that existed he probably would have sent me there.” I said still laughing.

“You mean those are real places?” He queried.

“Yes, Jasper, those are real places.” I answered sighing. Unfortunately, those were real places. My father would have sent me to one I knew if he had known they existed. “My father is an asshole.” I burst out.

“What?” He asked me thrown for a loop.

“You heard me. He's an asshole.” I replied.

“No argument there, but is there a reason you are mentioning this now?” He questioned.

“Yeah. Your mom.” I stated.

“Yeah, and?” He was getting impatient with me I could tell.

“Jasper, I don't want any children.” I said flatly. Instead of pushing me Jasper waited for my answer, waited for me to tell him what was weighing on my mind. Sitting up still straddling his body I closed my eyes and spoke softly “I don't want to end up being like my father.”

Reaching up to my face he placed his hand there and waited until I opened my eyes. Opening my eyes he said “Edward... if you don't want children, then we won't have any. All I want is to be with you. But... I don't think you'd be anything like your father. You wouldn't be like him in any way, you would know better.”

Sighing I said “Thank you. One day I might change my mind, but not right now.” I was grateful. He knew the right words to say, this time. He made love to me after that which surprised me after the day we'd had.

Showered and dressed Jasper asked “Edward, can we get out of here, at least for a little while?”

“Yeah, Jasper. Where do you want to go?” I questioned him. I knew he was starting to find this house oppressive.

“How about the diner?” It was the only place open this early in this small town and also the only restaurant.

“Alright, let's go.” I said heading out the front door with Jasper in tow.

Taking a table by the window of the diner we waited on someone to take our order. There were a few people here, but not many. God damn, the waitress smelled like a chimney.

“What can I do for ya, fellas?” She asked in a raspy smoker's voice.

I heard her take a sharp intake of breath before she asked in surprise “Jasper?”

“Yeah. Do I know you...” Jasper glanced at her chest to see the name-tag there “Molly?” Molly? Fuck. I hoped I'd never meet her again in my life. I took some sick satisfaction that she had not turned out well.

“You sure as hell better.” She said huffing. My jaw was tight and my fists clenched. This woman was one of the many reasons I'd started fucking random men. Thinking about Jasper ever having been with her twisted a knife in my heart.

“I'm sorry, but I don't remember.” He told her.

Blowing out her breath she said “We went to prom together.”

“Oh, so what have you been up to?” He asked her trying to be polite. Fuck, I wish he'd tell her to go to hell. That wasn't very nice, but it's how I felt. He'd never do something like that though.

“Married, divorced, ex in prison, three brats.” She ticked off. Snorting in my head I wondered uncharitably if her ex was happier in prison. “What about you? Are you married?” She asked placing her hand on Jasper's shoulder running it down his arm. I was going to fucking kill her if she didn't leave Jasper alone, he's mine.

“No, we aren't married.” He answered her hoping she'd catch onto the 'we' of his statement, I knew. She didn't. I wasn't surprised, she didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed.

Barely sparing me a glance she said “Aren't you guys like brothers or something?” No, we are not fucking brothers, get your hands off my lover.

“No, we aren't brothers.” Then he placed his hand over mine and repeated “We aren't brothers.”

Looking back and forth between us she hissed “You're together?” Jasper nodded his head, now she got it. She started laughing and said “Jasper, you aren't gay.”

“Never said I was.” He snapped at her.

She crossed her arms under her breasts pushing them up as she leaned down to his face. Jasper turned his head away so he wouldn't choke on her smell. “As soon as you're done fooling around with this farce, call me.” Even if Jasper wasn't with me, there was no way in hell he'd ever be with her, no way.

“Molly?” Her manager shouted at her, thank god. “Get a move on and take their order, stop scaring off the customers.” She grimaced and took out her pad and pencil to get our orders.

Watching her walk away I narrowed my eyes at her. Jasper turned his head to me and said “Please tell me she wasn't like that in high school.”

Snorting at him I said “No, she wasn't like that. I actually used to be jealous of her.”

His brows shot up before asking “Why?” Did he really have to ask that question?

“She had you and I didn't. Why else?” I asked stating the obvious.

“She didn't have me. You did, I just didn't realize it.” He said and squeezed my hand, putting a healing balm over my heart. The rest of our meal went by in relative silence. Fortunately the diner started to get more of an influx of customers, so Molly couldn't give us too much attention.

Before we left though she slid her number on the table, right in front of my eyes. I wanted to strangle her right there in front of everyone. “Call me when you come to your senses.” Then she ran her hand in Jasper's hair, my hair.

Finally having had enough I stood up seething. My voice was low and angry as I said “Get your fucking hand out of his hair. He doesn't belong to you.” She looked at me stunned and unmoving. “Did you hear what I said? Remove your hand.” Why wasn't her hand moving out of his hair? Wrapping my hand around her wrist I removed it forcibly, I'd been nice enough and this was the last straw.

Letting go of her hand I grabbed his and pulled him towards the door. Pausing at the door I looked at her to make sure she was watching and fisted both my hands in Jasper's hair and pressed my lips to his. Jasper was mine and I wanted the world to know it. The diner went completely still, silent. Fuck them all. Pulling away from him I repeated the words I'd said in the shower just yesterday quietly “You belong to me.”

Then I opened the door for Jasper and as we walked out I could hear the sound of conversation pick up. I didn't fucking care. Jasper was mine, I wasn't going to hide it anymore.

We got in the car and with nowhere else to go went back to our parent's house. Parking in the driveway we got out and I noticed the sun was out for the first time in a while.

Jasper was leaning against the side of the car with his hands behind him on the hood. His face was tilted upwards, eyes closed, letting the sun hit his face, a serene smile on his lips. The sun made his hair look like a halo of spun gold. He was beautiful and he was mine, mine. Nothing could stop my feet from propelling forward to touch him. Picking up his right hand with my left I turned his arm over and kissed the skin from his wrist and up his arm, pausing at the inside of his elbow when I felt him shudder. My right hand worked its way under his shirt exploring the planes of his chest. His own hand found itself in my hair, gently tugging. Placing open mouthed kisses across his bicep and up to his shoulder I heard him groan. Nuzzling his neck I moved up to his ear and grazed it with my teeth. Jasper growled at that and I felt the vibration under my hand. My lips met his, they were soft and warm and I couldn't get enough. Opening my eyes I saw his own gazing back at me, they were shining bright, happy. I had missed this. Pulling away from him I smiled and kissed his lips once more. Placing my forehead against his I murmured “I've missed you.”

Frowning at me in consternation he inquired “What are you talking about, Edward?”

“You look peaceful, happy.” I replied.

Grinning at me widely he pulled me closer to him by my belt loops, so that I was standing between his legs and said “Of course I am, you finally showed people you don't give a fuck what they think.” When did I do that? Oh, the restaurant. No, I didn't give a shit, but I did worry that might cause problems for our parents. My grin was just as wide as I pressed myself closer to him, gripping his ass. “Fuck...” Jasper breathed. “Edward, I want you to fuck me.”

“Right here?” I asked to be sure.

“Yes, right here, right now.” He answered huskily.

Taking out a condom and the small bottle of lube I'd put in my pocket earlier I placed them on top of the hood beside him. Originally I intended to do something else, but that could wait, I wanted this just as much as he did. He raised a brow at me in question and I said “What? I came prepared.” I thought I heard him try to hide a snort at me.

Jasper wasted no time in removing my shirt, pushing it up and kissing up the center of my chest. Raising my arms over my head he pulled it completely off before returning his mouth to my chest. He kissed across my pecs softly sucking the skin into his mouth. Turning his attention to my nipples he flicked his tongue over the tiny buds making them harden when the breeze blew across. Groaning I placed my hands on his head and lifted it to mine. Kissing him deeply our tongues danced together as his hand lowered between our bodies and palmed me through my jeans. Already hard, that just made me harder. I wanted to be buried inside him.

Sitting on the hood of the car he ran his hands down to the waistband of my jeans and dipped inside grabbing my ass and squeezing it. Fuck. His shirt needed to go yesterday. I thought I heard a slight tear in my haste to get it off him, I didn't care, it was offensive to cover up this beautiful creature before me. Pushing him back so he was lying against the hood I admired each turn, twist, and plane of his body. The sunlight turned the hair on his chest that I normally couldn't see a fiery gold. My breath caught in my throat as I choked out “Beautiful...”

Impatient, Jasper pulled me down to him kissing me right before commanding “Fuck me, please...” Nodding my head I lowered my head placing soft kisses down his stomach as my hands worked with the button and zipper of his jeans. Slowly pushing the jeans and his boxers down at the same time I revealed his cock to my eyes. Taking him into my mouth I sucked further down as more of the material was pushed away. “Fuck...” Jasper panted. My eyes met his when I looked up. He was on his elbows watching me. Swirling my tongue over his cock I watched as his pink tongue darted out licking his lips. Fuck.

Jasper kicked off his shoes as my hands had shoved his pants down as far as they would go. Letting his cock go with a 'pop' I pulled them from his legs quickly and returned to my position between his legs. Taking one of his balls into my mouth I rolled it gently around my tongue before doing the same to the other side. Jasper grunted out “More...”

Picking up his legs I pushed the back of his thighs closer to his chest, opening his ass to me. Running a line up the crack of his ass with my tongue I heard Jasper's head hit the hood of the car. Poking through his anus with my tongue he moaned loudly. When I looked up I noticed his hands were clenched into fists, turning white, trying to delay his release.

Straightening up I pushed my own jeans and boxers down watching him watch me with darkened hooded eyes. Tearing the condom package quickly I rolled it down my cock and put the lube in my hand running it up and down giving myself a few firm strokes. Holding his legs up I ran my cock between the crack of his ass. It was sweet, but I wanted to be inside him. Pulling back a little I pushed a finger inside him and another gently thrusting. Jasper growled out “Now, fuck me now.”

Placing my head at his entrance I pushed slowly in, past the tight ring of muscle. He clenched around my cock slowly bringing me further in as I pushed more. Fuck, he felt good. “Tight, Jazz, you feel so good around my cock.”

Leaning down I pressed my lips against his lightly touching his tongue with my own. Standing back up I began to roll my hips forward, thrusting into him, adjusting so I hit him just right. Jasper looked at me and bit his lip before gasping out “Oh my god.” A light sheen of sweat had begun to build over my body. Jasper's hand reached out and dragged itself down my chest gathering the sweat on his hand. Bringing it to his mouth I watched as he licked the sweat away. Fuck. Lowering his hand he gripped his cock and pumped it in upward strokes running his thumb over the head.

Looking down in fascination I watched his hand pump himself, my cock moving in and out of his ass, our balls and thighs slapping against sweat soaked skin. It was too much. “Jazz, I'm about to cum...” He moaned loudly at me and picked up the pace on his cock as I tried to slow my own movements. With a loud cry on his lips he shot his cum onto his stomach, his chest, his hand. He continued to pump himself milking it to the end. He looked up at me and drew a line through the cum on his stomach with his finger and brought it to his lips, sucking on it, tasting himself. I groaned watching it. Drawing another line through his chest he brought his finger to my lips, tracing them. My tongue licked up the cum he'd placed there before sucking his finger into my own mouth. He put his hand over the back of my head and brought his lips to mine, tasting both of us as well as his cum. “Jazz, you taste so good.” I breathed out. He gave me a lazy smile and lay back as I picked my thrusts up again. The warmth, the tightness around me brought me my own orgasm not that much later. My legs trembled and shook at the strength of it. Twitching I held onto his hips tightly.

When I finally calmed down and my breathing slowed I pulled out of him carefully taking the condom with me. Pulling my pants back up I looked around for the trashcan I knew was by the garage. Throwing it away I came back to Jasper, he still hadn't moved. Leaning over him I lapped up the remaining cum, cleaning him.

The breeze that blew through felt cool blowing the sweat from our bodies. Reaching out to Jasper I pulled him up and brought his chest flush with mine. Running my hands through his golden curls I brushed my lips against his and said “I love you.”

Wrapping his own arms around me he said “I love you, too.” I wanted to stay like this forever, but I knew we had to get dressed before our parents woke up. Sighing we put our clothes back on, but we didn't go back inside.

Jasper kept shooting the door of the house dirty looks, so to distract him I held him close to me and said “We don't have to go back inside now, let's just stay out here and enjoy the sun.” He relaxed under my words and pushed his face into my neck breathing in deeply.

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