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How to Turn a Straight Guy Gay
Part 15
Edward has been 'moved in' for a few weeks now, and while there have been tough days, most of the time I couldn't be happier to have him here constantly.
He has managed to keep his jealous outbursts to a minimum, and he actually even called Emmett and Jacob to help us move him in. That was interesting...
"Don't fucking drop it," Edward yelled, again.
"Dude, would you shut the fuck up and go away, or I'm going to drop it right on top of your bitchy ass," Emmett snapped back at him.
Emmett wasn't exactly the type to snap about anything, which told me Edward was getting on his last nerve, and that's never a good thing.
I grabbed Edward's hand, practically dragging him away as he stared anxiously at his piano being manhandled by Butch and Butcher. I closed his bedroom door, sanctioning us off, then flipped on some heavy rock music to drown out any of the sounds that may have carried from the hallway, were they to drop it—oh dear God, please don't let them drop it.
"Baby, you know I'm all for sexing you up anytime, anyplace, but I cannot concentrate on pleasing you and keeping it up while those fools are fondling my beloved piano," he said apologetically, looking rather disappointed in himself for 'turning me down'.
I nearly wanted let him think that he was actually turning me down for a second, but the way his lips was pouting out at me made me feel bad. I leaned into him, twirling the hair that reached his neck. "You need a haircut," I told him offhandedly, forgetting what I was going to say.
He stared disbelievingly for a moment then smirked. "I can get a haircut, but what the hell are you going to hold onto then when you're fucking my face?"
Oh, unf. "I brought you in here to pack, but if you keep talking dirty I might have to take your hair for one last joyride."
He made this incredibly sexy purring growl sound and pushed his body up against me, wrapping his arm around my back to hold me against him while knowingly avoiding my tender area further south.
"You brought me in here to pack what exactly?" he asked with an eyebrow raise and smirk.
I laughed and smacked his chest, shaking my head at his ever perverted mind. "You're so fucking bad," I said amusedly.
"I'm your bad, bad boy," he teased, trailing his fingers up under my shirt across my back. "You're going to have to teach me a lesson."
He continued to smirk as he led me towards the bed, pulling me down on top of him as he fell onto the mattress. I crawled upwards, settling myself fully atop him, kissing him lightly until he was nearly begging for more.
Unfortunately, a carrying curse word pulled us from our fooling around. Edward tried to jump up and I pinned him down to the bed, much to his shock. Eyes wide, he stared at me in horror, and lust—fear and horniness meshing together.
"You are not going back out there to bitch at them," I told him. "We are either going to pack up your shit or we're going to sex up this room one last time then pack up your shit, but we are not leaving until your shit is packed. Got it?"
Eyes still wide he pushed up against my hands, forcing me to shove him down harder. He groaned, arching his hips up against my thigh, making his arousal obvious.
"Decide, baby, fooling around then packing or just packing."
Emmett, of course, made that decision for us, walking right in like a closed bedroom door meant nothing at all.
"Damn," he said, eying us as he turned the music off. "I was hoping for something a little more erotic than dry humping. Do you ever get enough, Jasper? I would have thought with the way you are limping around like a little nancy that you'd have been sated for a while at least."
"Get out, Emmett," Edward warned.
"Naw, Jacob and I have shit to do later today so we need to get a move on. Hurry up and finish whatever it is you are doing so we can get the fuck out of here."
I sighed and dropped my head into Edward's shoulder, releasing his arms. One of his hands immediately went between us, adjusting his hard-on into a more comfortable position.
"Sorry, baby," I whispered, kissing his cheek.
He rubbed my back lightly in response. "It's okay, love. Later, right?"
I nodded and pushed myself away from him. As I stood, I very noticeably shoved my dick around while glaring at Emmett. His cock-blocking ways were starting to piss me off.
"Hey, Jazz, you have a boner," he said, smirking at my obvious tent.
"No shit, Emmett?" I replied sarcastically.
"No, yeah, dude, seriously, you have like full-fledged hard-on right now. Do you need a minute?" he asked unsmilingly.
"I fucking hate you," I muttered, grabbing an empty box off the floor.
He chortled, giving Edward an appreciative glance while he fixed his hair and shirt. I kicked his shin, which made him hiss and slap my ass, which only led to Edward threatening to kill him.
There was no way in hell we were ever all going to get along.
Edward and I started to pack up his music while Emmett more or less just stood around. Neither of us noticed him doing anything inappropriate until Jake came in and asked him what he was doing. I glanced over my shoulder to see them both on Edward's bed, looking at girly porn.
I elbowed Edward and he followed my line of sight, his eyes bulging as he shoved the box into my arms and darted for the bed.
"Get your fucking hands off my stuff!" he yelled.
"Dude, what's this?" Emmett asked, holding up a leaf of paper he'd pulled from between some pages in the porno mag.
"Nothing, you fucking asshole," Edward blurted, ripping the sheet out of Emmett's hands and stuffing it into his pocket. That definitely wasn't nothing. "Go fucking pack up the rest of my shit in the upstairs room, okay? Please," he begged, looking distraught.
Emmett and Jake shared a look before Jacob nodded and rolled off of Edward's bed. Emmett grudgingly followed, palming his boyfriend's ass right in front of us. "Gonna fuck this ass so hard tonight," he growled loud enough for us to hear, leaning in to nip at Jake's neck, making him giggle.
It was oddly cute, and completely disgusting at the same time. At least when I grabbed my boyfriend's ass, I didn't intend for anyone to see.
Edward went back to packing, more quiet than before and I didn't bring up the paper as he seemed anxious about it as it was. If he didn't want to tell me, then, I guess, so be it.
Edward's clothing, music, and personal effects were about all we could take from the house as he moved into it when it was completely furnished. He bought the piano with his father's money, but decided he was taking it anyway. With it safely loaded on the trailer, he was much friendlier to Emmett and Jake, though they both still rubbed him the wrong way. That was mostly their own fault though because they really liked pushing his buttons, especially by involving me in some way.
Jessica showed up, making a goddamn scene from a Spanish soap opera when she realized Edward was moving out. She cursed me out, in Spanish, then proceeded to hug me and cry about how much she loved me.
It was quite possibly one of the most awkward moments of my life. She didn't show nearly as much affection for Edward, which was weird considering she just had a melodramatic breakdown because I was 'taking him away'. Maybe she just thought she was going to lose her job. Maybe she would. Maybe she's just a crazy Latina cleaning lady.
Either way, we got all of Edward's shit out of there and it was good riddance to Edward's past once and for all, though, I did feel terrible for Jessica. I kind of wanted to take her with us, if only for entertainment purposes. Edward said I wasn't allowed.
At home, everything was unloaded and dumped haphazardly wherever a spot could be found and Jake and Emmett left. I couldn't get the note in Edward's pocket out of my mind, so I did something terribly bad.
Yeah, I stole that fucker. He chased me down, trying to get it back, begging me not to read it, pleading that I hand it over.
Yeah fucking right.
What I found completely flabbergasted me though.
It was nearly like a diary entry, only just the one single piece, dated just a few short months ago, and in Edward's elegant handwriting. It wasn't complete either, there seemed to be a part missing as it started mid-sentence.
"Jasper doesn't seem to notice."
Like I could stop there.
"He keeps shoving the loose dirty blonde curls up out of his eyes and I'm tempted to do it for him. I don't know what in the world I'm thinking or why, but I want so desperately to tuck his hair behind his ears with my fingers, to let them linger in his soft looking hair, to feel the smooth skin just behind his ears. It's a ridiculous train of thought, but one that is mild in contrast to the others I have.
He doesn't seem to like the movie we're watching, he keeps fidgeting and glancing at me. I don't think he notices the way I'm doing the same thing. He keeps getting up to get more food, though there are already seven bags of chips on the coffee table, sitting untouched. I think he's afraid, that he doesn't like the scary parts of this film, but I think he's too embarrassed to admit that.
When he disappears to get yet another bag of chips, I change my position on the couch, discreetly trying to get closer to him without him noticing. He doesn't seem to mind at all, in fact, he seems to appreciate it and sits down closer to me than he was before.
I want to reach out to comfort him, but I'm too afraid to because I haven't ever felt this way before. I don't like men this way, but Jasper, he's different. I find myself attracted to him even though I don't know why. Is it his hair? His eyes? His body? I'm not really sure, but I'm impossibly turned on by the fact that he is so close to me right now. I can hear him breathing heavily.
He cringes as yet another person is axed off in the slasher flick we're watching and I bravely reach out and place my hand on his upper thigh."
I gasped, pulling my eyes from sheet of paper. I distinctly remember that night, and Edward's hand did not ever touch my thigh. But everything else was spot on. I was so fucking freaked out by that stupid scary movie he was making me watch and I was trying not to push him too fast and at the same time in need of some serious comfort. And Christ, he had already been having sexual thoughts about me. Fantasies...
I yanked the door open, met with Edward's angry, apprehensive eyes. "Where's the rest of it?" I demanded.
"I tore it up."
"You did fucking not," I gasped, stuffing my hands into all of his pockets, looking for the rest.
I came up empty handed and he nodded. I groaned, shoving the one sheet of paper back at him. "Why, Edward? I want to read them!"
"It's fucking weird, Jasper, don't pretend it's not. Who fucking writes down fantasies about being with another man?"
I grabbed his hand, placing it on my thigh. "Show me what else you wanted to do," I ordered.
He rolled his eyes, but smirked at me. "I've done what I fantasized about many times now, baby."
"Write more, I want your dirty thoughts," I begged, sliding up close to him to grind my half-hard dick on his thigh.
He caught my hips, pulling me closer and stepping his leg between mine as he started to grind back into my thigh. "How about I just show you?" he suggested.
I shook my head. That wasn't good enough. Knowing he wrote down his sexual fantasies was ten times hotter, I wanted that. "Write them down, every dirty naughty thing you think of, write it for me."
"No," he insisted. "It's fucking creepy, Jasper, I'm not writing that shit."
"You've done it before."
"Yeah, and it's totally fucking creepy."
I growled and grabbing his hand, shoving it over my obvious erection. "Do you honestly think I'd get this worked up over something I thought was creepy?"
He sighed, squeezing my cock through my pants. "This is a fucking stupid conversation. I fucking told you I have a vivid imagination, that writing bullshit was just my way of trying to get my confused mind to calm the fuck down. I'm not doing that shit anymore, it's weird."
"So my drawing is weird too?" I pressed.
"What? No, Jasper, that's—"
"Exactly the same thing. Expressing yourself, getting what you think and feel out of your head, be it through drawing or writing, it's not weird, Edward."
"Do you get off on your drawings?" he asked pointedly.
My lips curled up on their own accord. "You got off on what you wrote about doing with me?"
His face turned its usual shade of bright pink as he grew embarrassed. "Yes, I mean, shit, it's fucking creepy."
I took hold of his hips and shoved him back towards my bed, pushing him flat on his back and climbing over the top of him once we're to it. "It's fucking hot, baby. Do it and let me watch."
He moved his hands up my shirt, thumbing my nipples as he asked, "You fucking want me to write out my fantasies and masturbate in front of you?"
"Oh my fuck, yes," I moaned.
He sighed and shook his head at me. "And you call me the fucking pervert."
That was a fucking show I really wish I could have recorded for playback. Edward, in nothing more than a tight pair of boxer-briefs, hair mussed, glasses on, notebook at the ready, on my bed, sporting hard wood.
Yeah, it was damn near impossible to sit there and do nothing while I watched him write from the chair in the corner. I practically sold my soul to the devil to get him to agree. Not really, I more than readily agreed to his stipulation.
Do whatever he wrote.
Hell yes, I jumped at that.
He let me watch him for about half an hour. Imagine my surprise when there were only two simple sentences.
"Make love to me.
But first, put your mouth where it's never been."
I preformed analingus like my damn life depended on it. You better goddamn believe he appreciated that shit too. I promised to make love to him soon, but we didn't do it that night, which he wasn't disconcerted about at all, surprisingly. Probably because he got to poke me instead.
We've practically grown inseparable by now. It seems like every day we get closer to each other, any minute apart is spent thinking about the other. We go everywhere together, whether it's just out to Rogue's or to the grocery store.
The only time we're really apart at all anymore is when he's job hunting... That's not going so well. He gets incredibly frustrated most days just trying to find something he wants to do. I let him vent to me and I'm definitely his outlet. I'm not going to lie, I kind of like it when he's harboring some residual tension, makes the sex interesting.
And there's a whole fucking lot of sex. I'm quite possibly the most sexually satisfied man in the Pacific Northwest. Yet, I still can't get enough. Neither can he for that matter.
Emmett and Jacob are still going strong. We hang out sometimes, but the fact that we can't all seem to get along deters any type of strong bond between the four of us. Emmett does everything in his power to annoy the both of us, Jake helps Emmett along nicely, and either Edward or myself gets pissed enough to want to kill the both of them. Yet, for some fucking reason, I love them like brothers. Big, stupid, overtly sexual brothers.
Edward really seems to be doing fine with the whole you're-my-only-family-now-Jasper thing. I want to tell him about his mother, but every time I work up the courage, something happens and I forget or decide it's not the right time. It's usually either a fight or sex that keeps me from telling him, which seems kind of selfish, since the fights always lead to sex. Really good, angry, make-up sex.
We're getting on just fine—and also getting it on just fine. Fighting is limited, sometimes he actually does just pick an argument to get me riled up so he can calm me down. My boy loves sucking cock, and you better believe he's fucking good at that shit too. I knew it from the beginning, those lips were made for cock-sucking.
I'm working on some drawings currently because Edward is out of the house, job hunting. He called about fifteen minutes ago, verging on a breakdown and ready to give up. He's undeniably frustrated with this and I feel fucking terrible.
I've decided that I'm going to do it today. He needs some good news, and I think that once he calms down, finding out he can visit his mother will be good news. I hope. I'm tempted to tie him down to something before telling him so he can't do anything rash. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I told him and he went off and accidentally hurt Esme in the process. He wouldn't forgive himself for that either.
I tidy up my art room as I hear his car pull into the drive and glance out the window. He looks worse than usual today. His hair is an utter mess and I can tell even from a distance that he's upset.
I meet him at the door and he barely notices me. It's pretty normal for him, sometimes. He gets lost in his head and doesn't function like my loving, perfect boyfriend. He forgets about what's good in his life, dwelling only on the bad.
"Why do you even love me?" is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, and it breaks my fucking heart. "I'm a failure, I can't do a fucking thing right."
I go to him, wrapping my arms around his neck while he refuses to even meet my eyes. "I love you, baby, and you aren't a failure. You do more right than you know. You should just take a break from this job hunting thing. Look into school, sweetie, find what you want to do and do it."
"I'm not going back to school while you support me," he growls, tension rippling through his body. He meets my eyes, and he's more angry than I've seen him in a while.
"I won't be supporting you. You have twenty thousand dollars in the bank to support yourself."
This only manages to piss him off more. "That's not my fucking money, it's yours. I gave it to you."
I shake my head. "I told you, I don't want the money, it's yours. Use it to go back to school and find what you love to do."
His jaw tightens and his eyes move away from mine again, distancing himself from me again even though I have him in my arms. "You're going to resent me, I know you will. You support me, through everything, and taking this shit out on you is going to push you away. I don't know what the fuck to do, Jasper, everything feels like the wrong choice. I'm so afraid of losing you."
I lean in, nudging his face up with mine to kiss him. "You're never going to lose me, baby, stop worrying. Do what you think is right. Do what's right for you. I'm happy as long as you are."
He sighs and reaches up to rub his eyes, taking several deep breaths before looking directly into my eyes. "Why are you so good?" he asks.
"I'm not," I laugh.
"Yes you are," he says seriously. "You're the best man I've ever known. You're so loyal and strong, you hardly ever breakdown, you love so fiercely, you're so passionate about everything you do."
I chuckle and stroke his jawline with my thumb. "Baby, don't fool yourself. I assure you, you're a much better man than I am."
He glowers, mouth pouting, eyes hard, angry and sad and so fucking beautiful it hurts. "I'm not even a man. I'm just a boy, a fucking child. I don't know anything about life, everything I know I've learned from you. I didn't even know how to work a goddamn washing machine, Jasper. What kind of fucking idiot am I?"
"You're not an idiot, it's not your fault that you were never taught fundamentals. Esme spoiled you, and honestly, Edward, I don't look at that as a bad thing. So you're a little naïve and inexperienced, that doesn't make you any less of a man and I love teaching you new things."
His mouth quirks up just a little bit at that, giving me a small smirk in what had been a mess of frowns and grimaces thus far. "You teach me the best stuff."
"I know," I laugh. "Knowing how to run a washing machine and give a blowjob are the necessities of life."
"Knowing how to preheat the stove and properly finger your boyfriend are important as well," he supplies, chuckling slightly.
"Definitely. And you learn so quick, never forgetting a damn thing I tell you. You're so fucking smart and so fucking sexy, your heart is enormous and I've never been happier than I am with you. I love you, more than anything, and I don't give a shit about material things, Edward. I'll support you through anything, whatever life throws our way, and I'll do it all without a hint of resentment. You can't make me love you less, only more, baby, forever."
"You know it could be like this, just like this always," he drawls dramatically.
"Oh my God, shut up," I laugh.
"I wish I knew how to quit you," he continues, laughing with me.
"Don't go Brokeback on me now, Cullen, or we're going to run into a problem."
"You're the fucker who made me watch that damn movie," he grumbles, releasing me part way, keeping his arm around my waist as he leads me down the hall.
"Oh, whatever, you fucking cried."
"I did not fucking cry," he hisses. "You got a fucking hard-on watching them fuck."
"Says the fucker who was grinding on me halfway into the first sex scene."
"Only because you had a hard-on."
I snort and roll my eyes at him. "Whatever, doesn't matter, you don't have to admit you cried, I know."
He groans and shoves me up against the wall, grinding on me. "Fine, I probably had a tear, but you fucking got hot watching them."
"I did," I admit. "But you did too."
"Yeah, I fucking did. At least he used a little spit, I thought they were going for that shit dry." I snicker, because he noticed that and it's just a movie, it's not like anyone really put anything anywhere. He's so fucking cute. "It has be awkward screaming out 'anus' while you're getting plowed," he muses.
"Probably. Do you want me to try it once?" I ask jokingly.
"Yeah, right, like you could say anyone else's name when I'm giving it to you," he teases.
"Mm," I hum, gripping his hips and pulling him against me, thrusting forward to grind into him with a humping motion. "Edward," I whisper. "Edward," I moan a little louder, thrusting against him harder. "Edward," I cry out. "Edward, Edward, Edward," I pant, grinding against him frantically. "Anus!" I scream, tossing my head back.
I burst into a fit of giggles the moment the word leaves my mouth. A gay character named Ennis really needed to be thought through a little better.
Edward groans. "Don't test me, Jasper, that wasn't really fair."
I bring my head forward and open my eyes to find him pouting at me. He rubs his most recent erection against my leg. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you later. I have to give you something first."
"Oh yeah?" he asks with a smirk.
"It's serious," I tell him firmly.
The smirk falls and he nods. "Okay, what's up?"
I lead him to the couch and he pulls me down into his lap. The address is in my pocket though, so I can't reach it with him pinning me down against him. I slide from his lap, kneeling on the floor to dig the small piece of paper from my pocket.
Edward gasps and I raise my eyes up to his face. His jaw is slack, his eyes popped open wide, his face pure red.
That's when I realize that I'm kneeling before him, digging in my pocket. I nearly laugh, he thinks I'm going to propose.
I look back down, pretending to hesitate as I search my pocket. I clear my throat, using his tactic by looking up at him through my lashes. His eyes search mine, his mouth still hanging open. I swear to God I can hear his heart hammering in his chest, see it pounding in his throat.
"Jasper," he whispers hoarsely.
It makes me feel a little bad for teasing him to see him so choked up over this. But I'm a bastard so I draw it out a little more.
"Edward, I love you so much," I say, turning my head into his leg to kiss the inside of his denim-covered knee.
"I love you too," he rasps.
I finally produce the sheet of paper and he releases a loud breath, staring at my hand. He blinks several times, a small dimple of confusion forming between his eyebrows.
"What is that?" he asks.
"An address," I tell him.
"What?" he asks suspiciously. "An address for what?"
"Someone important," I say, kissing up his leg, climbing into his lap to straddle him and hold him down, just in case.
"I thought you were asking me to marry you," he whispers sadly, disappointedly, angrily.
"I know," I reply, trying not to laugh.
"You're a fucking asshole," he groans, realizing that I did that on purpose—partially at least.
"I know," I chuckle, kissing his jaw. "Just out of curiosity, what would you have said?"
"Before I realized what an asshole you are, I would have said yes in a heartbeat, but now you can go fuck yourself," he grumbles angrily.
"You'll forgive me, baby, I promise," I say, nuzzling into his throat, kissing, licking occasionally, nipping at his skin from time to time too.
"Probably," he allows. "What is this address for, who's in Texas?"
I lean back slowly, sitting down on his thighs fully. "You have to promise not to act recklessly, Edward. This is extremely important, it's critical that you keep your head right now."
His face turns red almost instantly. "Is this that fucking Peter's address? Do you fucking think I'm going to let you go down there?" he snaps.
I groan, trying to keep my own temper at bay. I don't know why he insists on being so overprotective, I don't want anything to do with Peter.
"You're fucking mine, he can't have you," he growls, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me closer and more tightly to him, like Peter is here trying to steal me away or some shit.
"It's not Peter's address," I say pointedly. "You need to fucking drop this Peter shit, Edward. I was with him one night, you have no fucking reason to be jealous of him."
"You still talk to him," he points out doubtfully. "I don't talk to any of my exes, he obviously means something to you."
"He's a friend, Edward, that's all. We were friends long before I fucked him and he's in a goddamn relationship. So am I, for that matter. Peter is not interested in me anymore than I am in him, which is not at all. You are my one and only, stupid, calm down."
"You just called me stupid."
"I know I did, you're being stupid, so I'm going to call you stupid. Stop being stupid, stupid."
"Fuck you. I don't like him."
"That's fine, you don't have to, but you need to stop accusing me of holding some flame for him, it's starting to piss me off."
He sighs. Blinking rapidly down at the sheet of paper. "Elizabeth Meyer?" he asks, obviously taking a closer look at the slip of paper for the first time.
I cover up her last name with my thumb. "Masen," I say.
His eyes pop open wide and he looks up at me in disbelief. "No. No fucking way. Where did you get this?"
"I can't tell you until you calm down. I need to make sure you're not going to do something foolish, Edward, because this is really her and you losing your head over the whats and whys is going to get people hurt."
His hand twists into my shirt, his eyes wide and frantic. "What did you do?" he cries. "Did you fucking risk yourself? Jasper, you need to tell me where you got this from."
"You need to calm down, baby, I can't answer any of your questions until you calm down," I say, placing my hand over the one he has clutched on my shirt.
"This is my mother, my missing mother, Jasper. The only way you could have found this address is if you did something stupid," he yells. "Who did you hire? You need to tell me what you did so I can help you!"
"Edward, baby, calm down," I say slowly, grasping his face in my hand. "Fucking breathe, Edward. I didn't do anything. You need to calm the fuck down so I can tell you what happened."
"I can't! How am I supposed to calm down? This is my mom. You found my mother, and I can't even fucking be happy because I'm so pissed at you for risking yourself like this."
I sigh, taking my last resort path. I lean in, kissing him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth as he tries to protest. As he fights me, I push him harder into the couch, until finally he relaxes into me. I slow the kiss down, kissing him softer, more lovingly and less forcefully, feeling his breathing slow down and his body loosen up.
I pull away, cupping his face lightly in my hands and ask him, "Are you okay?" He nods slowly before opening his eyes. "This isn't a joke, baby, I need you to take this seriously and pretend just for a minute that you're a logical adult." He glowers. "You can't behave the way you just did and expect me to tell you anything about how this address came to be in my hands."
His glare melts away, being replaced with a grimace. "I'm sorry," he says, turning his face to kiss my palm. "I'm okay, I promise. You can tell me and I won't freak out."
I don't really believe him, but I tell him anyway. Anytime I start to feel him react to my words, I close my mouth and wait for him to relax completely before restarting.
I can tell he really doesn't like the fact that Esme is the one who gave me the address. I'm shocked that he didn't realize Carlisle and Esme were the ones buffering the letters. He gives his father too much fucking credit, which I tell him, then I bitch about what a piece of shit his dad is. He doesn't seem to mind that I'm ranting now that I'm done telling him everything Esme said.
"Thank you," he says honestly.
I sigh, smiling at him. I'm so fucking relieved it's not even funny. "I don't like keeping shit from you. It was for your own good and for Esme, so I managed, but I never want to do that again. It's exhausting trying to hide shit and at the same time figure out when will be best to tell you."
"I'm sorry you had to keep a secret from me. Thank you, love, I don't imagine it was easy trying to figure out when was the best time to spill those beans to someone like me."
"It was important. I'll do anything for you, don't you know that?" I ask. He nods, leaning in to first kiss my lips then my stubbly chin. "I forgot to shave this morning," I mumble. "Sorry."
He shakes his head, rubbing his soft lips and tongue over the growth. "I like it," he says gruffly.
"Do you? I don't look cute with scruff." I specifically remember Emmett telling me how ugly I am with any type of facial hair.
"I disagree, I think you look all kinds of sexy right now," he murmurs rubbing his lips back and forth over the rough whiskers on my jaw.
I chuckle, rolling my eyes at him. "What about your mom?" I ask.
He sighs, closing his eyes. "If I'm still acting like a rational adult, I think it's best if we save the address for later. I'm worried my dad will find out if I fly down to Texas now. He'll know and I don't want to risk Esme, even if I am pissed that she kept this from me. I can understand her reasons and... I can wait a little longer for everything to settle down."
"You're sure?"
He nods. "Absolutely. Maybe we can invite her to our wedding."
I snort, throwing myself backwards into the couch, bringing him with me. He laughs, sliding between my legs and snuggling himself into my chest. Playing with his hair I get suddenly choked up, as I still do sometimes, realizing this is my life now. He's my life, always.
"I love you," I tell him, again, trying to hide the fact that I'm emotional, again.
"I love you too," he replies instantly, nuzzling my chest.
We're quiet for several minutes, Edward with his head directly over my heart, me toying with his hair.
He leans his head up, resting his chin on my chest. "How much do you love me?" he asks seriously, his face just as disconcertingly serious.
Confused, I search his face for what the hell is on his mind, but only find the genuine solemnity. "More than anything, baby."
"And you said you'd do anything for me?" he presses.
Beginning to worry, I continue to search his face. "Yes, Edward, of course, anything. What is it?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," I plead. "Anything."
His face breaks into a huge grin, more enthusiastic than I've ever seen. "Can we get a puppy?"
The huge knot of anxiety in my stomach basically explodes with relief and I feel a tear slide down my cheek as I start to laugh hysterically.
Fucking Christ. Only my boyfriend could make asking for a puppy a fucking gut-wrenching experience.
When I finally finish laughing, he is still staring at me all enthusiastically and expectantly. Like I could really fucking say no to that face.
"Yes, baby, absolutely."
He nearly fucking squeals with delight, and I'm frankly kind of concerned that he wants a puppy that fucking bad. He hugs me and kisses me and tells me how much he loves me, then he sits up, practically bouncing on my chest with excitement.
"Can we go now? The pound is still open."
My heart fucking hurts it's so damn close to bursting, or maybe it's from him bouncing on my fucking chest. "Yes, just let me—"
"You look fine. Let's go," he says, heaving my ass right up off the couch. He drags me out the fucking door and shoves me into the car, smiling all the fucking while.
He drives even more erratically than normal and we make it across town in like fifteen minutes flat. He admits he's been wanting to ask for a while but he was too afraid I would say no. Apparently he's never had a pet and he's always wanted a dog. He tells me I'm the best boyfriend ever and kisses me like he's trying to have sex with me through my mouth.
I'm rather eager to get this dog. I really think I'm going to get an awesome reward.
Edward jumps out of the car and impatiently waits for me to get out, then leads me through the doors to the office, clutching onto my hand and bouncing like an excited child.
"Hi, we want to adopt a puppy," Edward tells the receptionist animatedly. I chuckle at him and she doesn't even look up to give him an adoption form, telling him to fill it out.
He does so rather sloppily and hurriedly. Normally his calligraphy is almost feminine in its perfection, but right now, he's all childlike, handwriting included.
"Here. Can we adopt today?" he asks.
"Depends on if you're approved," she replies.
"How long will that take?" he demands.
She sighs, looking up at him for the first time. Her eyes widen considerably as she takes him in from chest level on up. Then she glances at me, eyes widening further. "Uh," she stutters. "I'll just take this back now, I guess," she says.
"Okay. We really want to take him or her home today, so please hurry," Edward tells her.
As soon as her back is turned, I cup the back of his neck, pulling him to me to kiss him. "You're so fucking cute, you know that."
He blushes, only adding to the level of cuteness. "I can't believe you're not making fun of me," he mumbles. "I know this is weird."
I chuckle, kissing his lips again, then his nose. "It's not weird, and I'd never make fun of you over something that makes you happy."
He sighs, a smile stretching his cheeks again. "Thank you."
We wait at the front desk, holding hands, while Edward shifts impatiently, looking at the clock then down the hall every two seconds. After about five minutes, the receptionist returns to the desk. After about another five minutes, she starts to get snippy with Edward for asking her twenty times a minute when we could go see the dogs.
"I have to pee," Edward whispers at me, jabbing me with his elbow.
"No kidding. If you were anymore excited, you'd be pissing your pants right now," I tease, not able to resist at least one dig.
He glares and I chuckle. "Do you have a restroom?" I ask the receptionist. She points a claw in the direction of the hallway and I nudge Edward in that direction. "You don't need me to hold your hand, do you?" I joke.
He glares again and I continue to laugh at his expense. After he's gone, I sigh and lean onto the counter to wait for him. There are chairs, but he's too damn anxious to sit, so I choose to stand with him rather than leave his hyper ass to bug the poor receptionist.
"Is he a little special?" she asks.
"Hmm?" I wonder, then answer, "Oh, yeah, he's special alright."
"Thought so. That's sweet of you," she croons, clapping her hand over mine.
I try not to wrinkle my nose and even attempt to be polite as I pull my hand away from under hers, feigning interest in some poster about internal parasite life cycles. Edward comes back pretty quickly, demanding to know if we are going to be able to take a dog home tonight.
"You'll have to wait just a little bit longer, sweetie," she says to him loudly and slowly.
I snicker, just now realizing what she meant about him being 'special'. Oops.
"What the fuck was that all about?" he asks me, deciding to leave her alone, at least momentarily.
"No idea," I lie, moving onto the poster about external parasites. Pets are so much fun...
It's about another twenty minutes—which I spend forcing Edward to leave the receptionist alone before she kicks us out—until someone comes out to greet us.
"Edward Cullen," the woman calls, though we're the only ones in here.
"That's me," Edward jumps up, rushing to greet her.
She holds her hand out to him. "Hi, I'm Victoria. How are you today?"
"Great. I'm great. Are we qualified?"
"We?" she asks. I mosey on up behind Edward, giving her a grin.
"Yes, Jasper and myself. I put him down on the application," Edward indicates.
"Oh, yes, Jasper. Pleased to meet you," she says. "And you two live together?"
Edward grabs my hand. "Yes, we're a couple," he says promptly.
"Oh," Victoria says lackadaisically, her smile falling. Neither of us miss that fact as Edward's hand goes rigid in mine. She turns toward the receptionist whose eyes are wide and her mouth agape as she stares at our hands.
The receptionist gets a frightened look and quickly mouths the words, 'I didn't know'.
Oh, you have to be kidding me. What a couple of whores.
With Edward's hand still in mine, I pull him closer to my side, fixing a hard look at Victoria. "Are we qualified or not?"
"What?" she asks, turning back to face us. "Oh, yeah, sure. I guess I will take you back. Thank you, Lauren," she hisses at the receptionist who looks incredibly guilty.
Edward goes right back to being oblivious at the words 'yeah, sure'. "Really?" he asks excitedly. "We can get a puppy tonight?"
The woman hums her consent indifferently.
I don't like this place.
Edward is completely ignorant, all but skipping along as we head back toward the kennel area. Bored, Victoria doesn't even attempt to make conversation with us now that she knows we're of no use to her sexual appetite.
"Oh my God," Edward gasps, taking in all the dogs. He clutches onto my hand, sad eyes locking onto mine.
Breaks my fucking heart. I squeeze his hand in reassurance. "Just one today, baby, I'm sorry."
His down-turned bottom lip pouts out but he nods. We walk through the entire row, Edward peering into each and every kennel. He doesn't actually appear to pick a favorite, but as soon as we looked into every last cage, he makes a beeline for one that I hadn't paid much attention to.
She's a thin, distant red Pit Bull. She cowers in a corner when Edward approaches and he stares at her for just a moment before turning to me. I know immediately that his mind is made, I can see it in the stubborn set of his jaw and the certainty in his eyes.
"This one," he says. "I want her."
"She's scheduled to be euthanized first thing tomorrow morning, sir, you're going to have to pick another," Victoria says, not even glancing in our direction as she picks at her nails.
"No," Edward says firmly. "This is the one I want, she's coming home with us."
"Edward," I warn, not wanting him to get his heart broken over a lost cause.
The glare I receive actually frightens me. I quickly shut up and decide to let him fight his own damn battle.
"There's nothing I can do, she's already on the schedule. She's aggressive and too afraid to be fit for a family."
"There's nothing wrong with her. You put her on the schedule, you can take her off. You don't have to kill her, she hasn't even had a chance yet."
"I'm sorry, sir, no can do."
"What do you mean? Are you telling me you'd rather kill this innocent puppy than give her a chance? She needs love, that's all."
Victoria goes to speak again and Edward cuts her off. "I'll make a five thousand dollar donation if you take her off of the list, now," he says firmly.
Her eyes go wide and she stares at Edward incredulously. "Truth?" she asks.
He nods, pulling out his checkbook.
I know better than to say anything, though I am wondering if this is really the best idea considering he is unemployed. But I know this will make him happy, and she is cute, she deserves a chance. My boyfriend is a total softy. I fucking adore him.
"Alright, I'll, um, do that then," Victoria stutters. "Just, uh, follow me."
There is about a half-hour worth of paperwork for Edward, and five thousand two hundred and some dollars later, we're the proud new owners of a red-nosed five month old spayed female Pit Bull puppy. We haven't brought a leash or anything, considering we didn't really know if we'd be coming home with a dog, so we're provided with a cheap nylon slip leash that Edward takes from Victoria rather rudely.
She opens the kennel and Edward crouches down on his knees, slowly moving toward the frightened pup.
"I think you should leave," he tells Victoria while she hovers behind him.
"I can't, insurance purposes and all," she replies indifferently.
"Could you at least assist Jasper who is so very interested in that aggressive Labrador two kennels down?"
I take my hint, walking away to baby talk to the snappy black lab a couple feet down the hall. "Oh, I think it would be just a wonderful idea if I pet you, nice doggy," I say.
Victoria groans, following after me, leaving Edward alone to bond with his new friend.
It doesn't surprise me that less than a minute later he exits the kennel, his new baby cradled to his chest, and a look a severe hate directed at Victoria.
He shifts the puppy minutely into one arm and clasps my hand in his free one, not saying a word to the woman as we depart.
Once outside, he releases my hand and strokes his shivering puppy's back. He reaches into his pocket and produces his keys without a word. He never, ever lets anyone drive his car... Not even me.
I take the driver's side and Edward slides into the passenger seat, situating the puppy in his lap. "Closest pet store, baby," he instructs.
I do just that and he keeps the radio off, constantly murmuring to his 'pretty girl'. Edward carries the puppy into the pet-friendly store and we receive an assload of attention, though Edward doesn't allow a single person to touch her. I haven't even touched her yet.
Edward points out products and I dutifully grab them, trying not to think about the fortune he's going to be spending. I'm not going to lie, I nearly snapped at him when he made me read off dog food ingredients to him until he finally decided on an 'all natural' dry food.
The damn total was astronomical considering the amount of shit we were coming home with. A collar, a leash, and bowls were obvious necessities, but Edward insisted she also needed a harness, as she might not like her collar; a large sized crate; three beds, because she needs one for her crate, one for not in her crate, and one for our bedroom; several bags of 'all natural' puppy treats; a second leash, just in case; a sweater, for if she gets cold; and more goddamn toys than one puppy is really going to know what to do with.
I kept my mouth shut as Edward wrote out the check one-handed, then carried all of the shit out by myself while he baby-talked about all of her new things.
I really fucking wish I wasn't so whipped so I could at least make fun of his sorry ass. He's just too fucking cute for me to say a damn word though.
Once we're home, he has her all ready to go in her collar and leash, harness on the ready for fear that she may struggle because of distaste of her collar.
He needn't have worried, she behaves perfectly when he takes her to potty on the lawn while I again carry all of her new shit by myself.
About four hours pass and I let Edward bond. I'm not really much of a pet person, and it's obvious she's going to be Edward's dog, so I just let them have their alone time together while I cook supper and clean up—basically play housewife.
Edward brings the puppy to the table with him, at least making her sit in her bed on the floor while he eats. She sleeps happily at his feet, not making a sound as we talk quietly over dinner. Edward talks mostly, bitching about how terrible that Victoria broad was.
He decides to take the puppy out for a bathroom break again and I collapse into the couch tiredly. He returns quickly, new best friend on his heels. She's already as whipped as I am.
He plops down into the couch right next to me, clapping his hands on his thighs to encourage her to jump up. I don't say anything, yet. I will be drawing the line at bringing her to bed though. That's where Jasper Whitlock sets his foot down.
She tries and fails to jump up into his lap, and surprisingly, he makes her continue to hop and even whine a little before she finally successfully makes the jump, with the help of Edward's hand to catch her.
She's not small, really, just underweight, slightly weak, and completely unknowing.
Her tails wags harder than hell when she's finally in Edward's lap, and it seems to be the strongest part of her body, whipping me in the leg. She gets excited and falls into the crack between Edward and myself, stumbling into my lap.
I put my hand out to catch her, in case she accidentally falls, and my hand hovers over her, not actually touching. I look at Edward for assurance, not sure if I'm allowed to touch his dog or not. His eyes are fixed firmly on my hand, and I swear he's holding his breath.
"Can I pet her?" I ask timidly.
His eyes snap up to mine and he exhales loudly. "Yes, of course. I've been freaking out since the pet store when you didn't touch her at all. I thought you hated her," he admits.
I slide one hand into his and lightly stroke the puppy's back as she gnaws on Edward's pant leg from her spot in my lap. "No, baby, I love her. You were just... a little overprotective of her and I wasn't sure I was allowed."
He chuckles and squeezes my hand. "She's yours too, love. She's ours."
I continue to pet her while Edward watches. As she starts to fall asleep, Edward shifts her back into his lap then changes his position, laying down on the couch with his head on my leg while the puppy snuggles into his chest.
I lean down to kiss Edward and laugh into his mouth as warm wet tongue drags along my cheek. Edward smiles, probably hearing the sound of her lapping at me.
"She loves you," he coos, petting the pup while I sit back up. "Not quite as much as I do, but I'm glad she approves."
They both stare up at me, her gold-brown eyes matching the happiness is his green.
"Jasper," Edward whispers. I place my hand in his hair, focusing down on his face. "I want you to name her."
A/N: As always, thank you to my lovely beta, Strae.
I also want to take a quick second to thank everyone who participated in the Slash Backslash 2.0 contest. The hosts, the judges, the contributors, and the readers and voters. Thanks to all of you, it was an amazing contest, both times around, and I hope it continues. I'm incredibly honored to have placed with my entry and thank you to anyone who voted for me, it is greatly appreciated.
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