Fic: Said and Done (18/25)

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Said and done

Synopsis: Graduate students Edward and Jasper feel the connection, but is it enough to overcome their differences? (E/J slash, vamp/human, comedy/romance, rated NC-17)

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Chapter 18: JSPR WNTS DWRD


A/N: Thanks so much for reading...

Thanks to TwilightMundi for betaing this and every chapter.

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Chapter 18: JSPR WNTS DWRD

I looked up from my laptop at Jasper and informed him that unless he actually started studying, he'd never complete any of his assignments. He'd been looking at me more than his homework ever since he'd gotten to my place.

He huffed in response and looked back down at his textbook that sat on my desk.

But two minutes later he was watching me again. "Can I help you?" I smirked.

"Well, you're just sitting there in the sun all handsome looking, and making it impossible to concentrate on my Ugaritic," he explained.

I nodded. Ugaritic was one of the more uninteresting ancient Semitic languages and he was still learning the alphabet. Borrrrring! But he needed to study. I shifted where I was sitting on my bed so I was no longer in the pool of sunlight that came though my window. While I enjoyed the warmth on my skin, I didn't want to distract Jasper who, for some unknowable reason, liked seeing my skin in the natural light.

"Here, I have an idea," I said, tearing a sheet of paper from my notebook. I quickly drew dozens of the little wedges on the paper, phonetically spelling out a message to Jasper, and handed it to him, figuring he would learn the letters while translating my note.

"Gee thanks," he laughed, when I jumped up to hand him the paper, but he dutifully went to work.

After a few minutes he looked up. "KSS DWRD PLS?"

I nodded, smiling, and watching as he supplied the missing vowels and understanding dawned on him, at which point he set his textbook aside and came over to me.

"My pleasure," he whispered and kissed me deeply. I sighed and he hummed in pleasure. His lips absolutely belonged on mine. Too bad he had to breathe, I thought as we parted.

"Okay. Enough. Back to work," I told him sternly.

He grinned at me, but then returned to the desk, wiggling his hips as he did so, earning a groan from me.

I watched as he grabbed the piece of paper and went to work, apparently writing a response just for me. He was concentrating hard, and his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth as he did so. I swallowed repeatedly at the sight.

After a few minutes, he came over to the bed and returned the folded piece of paper to me. I smiled, wondering what message he'd labored over. I watched him walk back to the desk and pretend to study, while instead watching me out of the corner of his eye.

I quickly opened the piece of paper and looked at the wedges. It wasn't perfect, but it was damn close.

JSPR WNTS DWRD RT FKNG NW

Ugaritic translation had suddenly become far more interesting.

I growled. Within a half second, I jumped off the bed, darted to the desk, tossed Jasper's book to the floor, picked him up off the desk chair, and dropped him carefully on the bed. The next half-second was spent tearing off our shirts, and climbing on top of him and placing my lips on his, where they remained nearly constantly for the next four minutes until he was literally gasping for air.

As he panted, I took the opportunity to explore his chest. I moved one arm beneath him so he arched up into me. I then gently ran my open mouth along his ribs and up until I stopped and teased one nipple with my tongue, while my other hand toyed with the other.

He was writhing beneath me, his hands alternately fisting my hair and pushing my head down onto his skin. Eventually, I pulled myself up and studied his face—his messy curls, his hooded eyes, his open mouth breathing heavily, I could see no signs of hesitancy, which made me inordinately happy because I was somewhat unwilling to stop myself.

I took a second to steady myself and then very gently ran my hand over his hard length through his jeans.

"Oh my fucking god," he whispered, and pulled me back down to kiss him again. But I resisted his pull and decided to use this as a learning opportunity. It was the least I could do having put an early stop to his studying. I'd make sure he never forgot at least one aspect of his Ugaritic studies.

"Oh my fucking Baal," I whispered.

He rolled his eyes at me but smiled despite himself.

I palmed him again and waited for his response.

He looked at me confused.

"Oh..." I prompted, tightening my hand around him very slightly.

"Oh god—I mean... Oh... Dagon?"

"Yes!" I whispered. I moved again over his cock, wondering if he understood my game.

"Unnngh, oh... fucking... Yarikh?"

I nodded and swallowed before leaning down to kiss him deeply while my hand continued to rub against his jeans.

When we parted lips, he gasped out, "Mother of Molech, Edward!"

I chuckled and removed my hand from him, instead settling my weight over him and pressing my own erection against his. Perfection. If there was nothing more for me after this existence, I think I'd be okay with it having experienced Jasper's heat rubbing against me. There was nothing that could possibly supersede this.

While I ground against him, Jasper ran his teeth along my neck and nipped at my shoulder.

"Jasper!" I called out in a strangled voice.

"You like that, huh?" he asked, chuckling.

He then bit along my neck and I hissed in response. Even if his teeth could never pierce my flesh, there was something about the act of biting that was incredibly hot.

I forced his head up to meet mine again, unwilling for our mouths to be apart as he arched below me. His tongue eagerly met mine, his slick soft wetness unbearably erotic as it tangled with the smooth, hardness that was mine.

I felt my control slipping as I felt him work himself against me. This was dangerous. I had to get a grip. I pulled my lips from Jasper's, closed my eyes and stopped breathing and froze my body above him, hoping to minimize the assault on my senses.

I remaining above Jasper, however, trying to maintain enough control so that I wouldn't have to pull away completely. I breathed out slowly, as Jasper continued to grind against me.

"Stay," he whispered. And I felt his lips placing brief chaste kisses all over my face.

Yes. I would stay for him. He needed this.

And to be honest, so did I.

"Okay," I breathed, loosening enough to meet Jasper's rocking hips this time as he pulled me down more tightly against him.

"Okay," I repeated, pressing my forehead against his and opening my eyes, so I could stare into his.

"Okay," I whispered, a final time, as I breathed in his blood and his breath and his sweat.

And we moved together and against each other, pressing and grinding as if to erase the layers between us.

The combination of his scent, his warmth, his friction, and the look of more than lust in his eyes, caused the warm tightening in my abdomen to swell and move over me like the incoming tide. Anticipating my now inevitable climax, I fought instinct and tightened the muscles necessary to ensure I would not thrust into him too hard. And then I let go, and allowed myself to be pulled under as wave after wave of my orgasm washed over me, racking my body.

"You're glorious," Jasper whispered some moments later.

I worked to focus my eyes on him, as he smiled lazily below me.

"Welcome back," he teased.

Right. Welcome back indeed. I wasn't sure where I'd gone, where he'd taken me or even how long I'd stayed, frankly. But I knew enough to hope we'd go again.

And then something occurred to me. I'd forgotten about Jasper, putting my own pleasure first. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry. I, Jasper, you... you didn't..."

"Cum? Well first of all, I most certainly did. But don't worry, you can watch next time. And second, from now on you can call me, "Master of the Ugaritic Pantheon and All Around Sex God."

"Like El," I teased, before placing a kiss on his nose and rolling off him to collapse next to him on the bed.

XXXXX

"In public?" I asked incredulously as Jasper and I walked to a local cafe for lunch. He had to be kidding me. He wanted to talk in a public place about sex. Did he not understand that everyone would hear? I told him as much but he just laughed and reminded me that humans didn't hear quite as well as I did.

"I think it would be a good neutral place to have the conversation," Jasper explained. I hesitated, still wondering if we could converse quietly enough. It was not the sort of conversation another human should overhear. But Jasper apparently took my silence as acquiescence.

"Great," he confirmed.

Though I suddenly had the feeling I'd agreed to something without intending to do so, I let it slide. We were almost at the cafe anyway.

Soon we were seated in a booth in the corner, Jasper with his large cup of French roast and a chicken salad sandwich, and I with a napkin I was slowly tearing to shreds. Jasper claimed this conversation required coffee. I watched him take a sip of his drink and hum his enjoyment as he swallowed. I could certainly understand how he would find pleasure in having deliciously hot liquid pour down his throat.

And there was the venom. I quickly swallowed a few times and tried to think about something else.

"Why do you always do that?" Jasper asked.

"Do what?" I wondered.

"Swallow. You're always swallowing," he explained.

"Oh, right. Well, uh, it's venom. I'm swallowing venom," I looked at the table and took my already mangled napkin and ground it into a pile of lint. I reached for another and began to assault it as well.

"Yeah. So, speaking of that, why don't you explain to me exactly what we're dealing with here. If you explain to me the specific dangers of being together physically, then I think we will be in the best position to decide together what we can and cannot do."

I took a deep breath. "Well, there's everything you already know, of course. I'm strong enough to snap your neck or any other part of your body if my control slips for even a second. I could squeeze you too hard and crush you. That kind of thing."

"Of course," he replied with a slight smile.

"And then there's my constant desire to drink you," I continued.

"Right. There is that," he said. "But what about the, um..." he trailed off.

"Venom," I spat out. "Well, vampires, we're highly poisonous. I've told you that before?"

He nodded.

"So I have to swallow constantly to kiss you, so I don't poison you with venom. That's why your lips and tongue sometimes get all swollen. It's from trace amounts of diluted venom that remains in my mouth. And pleasure, desire, want, all those things that I feel when I'm with you, they make the venom flow in my mouth more than normal. So you can imagine why I am constantly swallowing around you. You're perfect and gorgeous and you smell absolutely exquisite. It's a small wonder I don't actually end up drooling more often."

I paused and glanced up from the table at him. He was studying me intently, but he didn't look as upset as I expected. But then, I hadn't told him the worst part yet either.

"And, you see, it's not just in my mouth, the venom. Quite a fewof my bodily fluids are now venomous. Some extremely so," I explained.

"Like your..." Jasper trailed off.

I had to answer. He needed to know. "Yes. My..."

And then we both spoke at once.

"My seminal fluid," I finished, while Jasper whispered, "Your jizz."

I coughed. "Right, that," I replied. I quickly glanced around to make sure no one in the coffee shop had heard us. Luckily, there was no one close by.

I looked back at Jasper. He wasn't even blushing. But he did look thoughtful. Suspiciously so. So I was unsurprised with his next comment. "Well, that doesn't sound too bad. We can work around it. I'm sure there are plenty of things we can do."

"You have to understand, Jasper, that there probably are things we could try, but we're really in uncharted territory here. This," I explained motioning back and forth between us, "It doesn't happen every day. Doubtless you've read of human and vampire sexual encounters, but those you've read are largely fictional. And I sincerely doubt you've encountered anything about homosexual encounters between vampires and humans. But even if you had, they'd almost have to be entirely fictional. Regardless of the type of encounter, the human partner rarely survives to write about it afterward. But I care about you too much. I will not hurt you."

"And I appreciate that. But I would also appreciate being able to touch you sexually. That's a part of adult relationships. So... you say there are things we could try. Want to fill me in on what that might be?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "I don't particularly want to give you ideas. As long as I keep my pants on, swallow every half-second, and constantly keep in mind your absolute fragility, I think I can touch you without accidentally killing you."

"Well, as great as that sounds, what if I want to touch you too?" he asked. "Wouldn't you like that?" he said in a low voice after licking his lips.

I swallowed 14 times in short succession. "Yes," I squeaked, my voice cracking. "But don't worry about my penis. I mean, my happiness. It is a small price to pay to be with you."

He humphed. "Well, you said humans rarely survive. That means that some do. How?"

"The vampire would have to somehow avoid not only not drinking, crushing, or otherwise breaking the human, but also the human couldn't come in contact with the venom because it would incinerate the human's flesh. And trust me, the burn is highly unpleasant. As I told you, I endured it for three days to become what I am today," I reminded him.

"Why is it okay if you wear boxers then, if it is so dangerous?" Jasper asked.

I shook my head in disbelief. Would he not be dissuaded? "It only burns living cells," I answered.

"So...just thinking out loud here... synthetics? Or maybe nonliving matter, like your cotton boxers, or say... latex?" he said, looking somewhat mischievous.

"Those would be fine barriers, yes," I confirmed.

"Great!" he said, looking far more excited than he had for the past few minutes. "We'd have used condoms anyway!"

"No, Jasper. What if there was a hole or what if one broke?" I reminded him.

"You'd know immediately," he countered. "Vampire, remember? You'd feel it." He grinned. "So we could just stop before there was any damage done."

"I...well... yes, I suppose I would know." I frowned.

"Perfect," he said. "Well, I'm done with my coffee. Are you ready to go?"

"I...wait...what? Oh, yes, I'm ready." I confirmed as Jasper rose and put on his coat.

Soon we were on our way out of the coffee shop, and I was quite sure that for the second time already that day, I'd been talked into something dangerous. Jasper was as clever as he was fragrant.

XXXXX

While Jasper was in class the next day, I took the opportunity to run to the local CVS drugstore. I was almost completely out of shampoo and body wash. What can I say? I'd been showering a lot lately now that Jasper was getting persistent in furthering our physical relationship.

I quickly found my usual selections, but then decided it wouldn't hurt to try new products. Especially those that Jasper used. I was quite sure CVS wouldn't sell "sweet red blood cell" scented body wash, but I wanted to smell like him as much as possible. So I ignored the glares of the salespeople hovering nearby and smelled all of the different containers until I located Jasper's various products.

And then, because there was at least another hour until Jasper got out of class, I decided to look through the store to see if there was anything I could maybe get Jasper as a gift. I wandered up and down the aisles. They had plenty of chocolate. Also, there was an intriguing sale on tube socks. But there had to be something better.

And then I saw it. The greeting card aisle... veritably bursting with reds and pinks and glitter and those grossly inaccurate portrayals of hearts that humans seemed to favor. It would have taken even a human less than a second to realize the cause. Valentine's Day.

And it was approaching quickly... I had only six days to decide on a card for Jasper. And there were so many to choose from. And that was only at this particular drug store. I'd never had cause to recognize the holiday before, but now the date meant something. And what if Jasper wanted more than one card. He certainly deserved more than one. But crap. What do you get the human you care about more than all others?

I decided to start looking at the cards in the hopes that I might stumble on the perfect message. Well, maybe not a perfect one—Hallmark was unlikely to print an "I like you enough not to drink you or let you touch my venomous penis again no matter how many times you try" card—but at least one that was acceptable.

Unfortunately, I realized almost immediately that all of the cards spoke of love. That was fine with me. I mean, I'd already pledged to care for him for the rest of my existence. Hell, I'd done that the first time I watched him lick his lips while eating blueberry pie. But of course I'd only voiced my commitment internally so as not to scare Jasper. Human males were supposed to be "commitmentphobic," according to Alice. And I didn't want to freak Jasper out. Perhaps if I found the right card, I mused.

I started going through the cards, reading them much more quickly than a human could have whenever the salespeople weren't watching. But I went through all of the cards twice, before determining that there wasn't a single one that had the message I wanted to convey to Jasper. I frowned, unsure of what to do. I decided I'd just have to check another store next time Jasper had class. Or perhaps I could order a card online and have it shipped overnight so I'd have it in time for the holiday. Well, it made sense for me to do a bit of research anyway before making a purchase. Perhaps Alice or Emmett or Rosalie would have some advice as to what I should get Jasper for our first Valentine's day together.

I started in the direction of the cash register but only made it a few aisles further until another section of the pharmacy caught my eye.

Condoms.
Personal lubricants.
Sexual enhancement aids.

I gulped and walked quickly past that section of the pharmacy and continued up to the cashier. No need to go down that aisle. No sir. Except that... No. Absolutely not. I didn't need those items. They would just invite danger. I had to protect Jasper. But then... they called condoms protection for a reason, so maybe... But no. No. Edward. No. Absolutely not. Never.

Never, I growled.

But...

Maybe...

I shook my head and approached the cashier, unloading my purchases from my basket onto the counter.

"Did you find everything you wanted?" a perky little cashier girl asked.

Was she serious? Of course I hadn't. They hadn't exactly had a Valentine's Day card remotely appropriate for my boyfriend who may or may not be afraid of the word "love," and then of course I wanted condoms that would be certain not to tear even when I lost control during sex, but then, I didn't exactly have those in my basket either, now did I?

She looked at me with wide eyes. Well if she didn't want to know, why did she ask?

"Umm, did you want me to get my manager?" she squeaked.

"No. Just... forget it. It's not CVS' fault that I can't have sex," I sighed.

She turned bright red. "Uh... did you...do you have a CVS Extra Care card? Your, um... your shampoo is 10% off with the card?" she stammered.

I just shook my head and pulled out the exact change from my wallet and handed it to her, and picked up my bag of toiletries. I tried to smile at her and forced a thank you as I left. It wasn't her fault either.

"Thank you for shopping at CVS!" she called after me as I walked out the door.

XXXXX

Jasper and I were studying in my room the following night when I first caught a whiff of his approach.

"Shit, Jasper, time to go! Here, I'll walk you out," I said, thrusting his coat at him so he could put it on while I stuck his feet in his shoes and tied the laces. I threw his books in his backpack while he sat at my desk staring at me blankly.

"Jasper, put your coat on! And zip up! It's cold out!" I reminded him. He needed to go, but I didn't want him getting sick. But there wasn't time for me to do everything for him. We were losing precious seconds, and even at vampire speed, I wasn't sure it would be enough.

Still, Jasper didn't move, so I dashed back over to him and zipped him up and wrapped his scarf around him, praying I'd have enough time to get him out the door before—

"Dude!" Emmett bellowed, pounding on my door. "Open up."

Damn. I looked back and forth between the vibrating door and Jasper, who looked incredibly confused as he stood by my desk dressed in his winter coat and scarf and his shoes on the wrong feet. Ooops.

I walked over to Jasper and took off his coat and scarf and motioned that he could sit down again, praying Emmett wouldn't bust down the door before I could fix Jasper's sneakers and get over to unlock the door.

I sighed. This could be bad, I thought as I walked over to the door, which now seemed a very thin barrier indeed between Jasper and my brother who was spewing expletives out in the hallway.

I turned to Jasper, who was still gaping at me. "Jasper," I sighed. "Meet Emmett," I finished and threw open the door.

Emmett barreled in. "Yo, Jasper. What's up."

I watched as my brother glanced around. Other than one of Jasper's shoelaces, which I'd accidentally torn in my haste, everything looked normal to me. Apparently it looked okay to Emmett as well. "I didn't interrupt any man-loving, did I?" Emmett asked, narrowing his eyes.

I rolled my eyes. "We were studying."

"Sure you were. Studying each other's tonsils, I'll bet." he replied.

"Emmett," I growled.

"Oh, can it, Eddie. I brought you boys a little gift," he said, handing me the large box he carried.

I shook it, but couldn't determine what exactly was in side, although the box absolutely reeked of rubber.

Shit.

Rubber.

I suddenly knew exactly what was in that box.

I tried to force the box into Emmett's hand. "Uh, that's okay, Emmett, we're all set though."

"You are?" he asked in shock. "Did you figure out some other way to keep Jasper from being burnt alive by your man bits?"

I closed my eyes, unable to look at Jasper. "No, Emmett, we don't need them. Take them back."

"Dude, what am I gonna do with them? They're too small for me. You'll use 'em eventually. Best to buy condoms in bulk at the rate we vampires can go through 'em. No recovery time needed means more lovin'," he said, then looked at Jasper. "Am I right, or am I right?" he asked Jasper, winking at him.

I looked at Emmett in horror.

He looked back, confused. "What's wrong, Eddie?"

I sighed. "Nothing. Just... nothing. Never mind. Thank you for the thousands of condoms. I'll call you later, okay?" I pushed him toward the door.

"In a hurry to get rid of me?" he asked waggling his eyebrows.

"Yes. I'm in a hurry to get you out of here so I can use at least a hundred of those condoms before Jasper has class tomorrow. Now go, will you?" I replied.

"Okay! Okay! I'm going, I'm going! Keep your pants on until I'm a mile away, okay? I don't wanna hear that shit," he mumbled and allowed me to push him out the door.

Why, why did he have to be so loud? I said a quick prayer that none of my neighbors were listening.

"Okay, bye, Emmett. Thanks." I said, shutting the door.

"No problem. Enjoy! Bye, Jasper, nice to meet you!" Emmett called back through the closed door.

"Nice to meet you too," Jasper called back politely.

When I was sure Emmett had left the building, I slowly turned back to Jasper, cringing.

He was looking at me with his eyebrow raised.

"Huh," he said. "Interesting."

"Indeed," I replied. Fucking Emmett.

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A/N: I thought I'd fill you in on what Emmett and Rosalie were up to before Emmett visited Edward. Enjoy. ;)

Emmett and Rosalie were engaged in a heavy makeout session in the bedroom of their off-campus apartment near Oregon State University when, much to Emmett's absolute delight, Rosalie decided to rip off their clothing and treat Emmett to a little oral loving.

Emmett sank back on their bed in complete bliss, though he managed to keep a hand on Rosalie's breast, one of Emmett's favorite parts of Rosalie—the other being her mind, of course—while she knelt beside him on the bed and took him in her mouth.

Emmett paid little attention to the mechanics of what Rosalie was doing, simply enjoying her ministrations on his member. He did note that at one point she released him with a pop, only to sit up and tease him as she licked and sucked on her own finger. However, Emmett neglected to pay much attention to what she did with that finger afterward, because quite frankly, she put his dick back in her mouth, so he had better things on his mind.

Which is why Emmett was entirely surprised when Rosalie pushed her slick finger into his asshole a short time later.

"What the fuck!" he yelped as he shot off the bed and ran to the far side of the room with his hands behind him shielding his ass from Rosalie lest she attempt to do that again.

Truth be told, Rosalie had no real desire to repeat the action, but thought Emmett would enjoy it based on certain evidence she'd uncovered earlier that week.

"What?" Rosalie tried to look innocent.

"What in the fucking hell made you do that?" he gaped at her.

"Oh come on. You know you wanted it," she said pouting a bit.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Emmett demanded.

"Emmett, it's okay. I saw your browsing history. But it's fine. Really. We'll figure it out. I can… do that again. Or maybe a toy?" she asked, trying to see what he might want from her besides her breasts—and mind, of course.

"My browsing history? What in fuck's sake are you talking about?" Emmett was puzzled as he stood with his ass still pressed against the wall furthest from Rosalie.

And then he remembered.

"Best condoms for gay sex"
"Male anal pleasure"
"Gay sex tips"
And, simply because he was a bit curious and the link looked interesting, "Finding your prostate for dummies"

He sank to the floor. "Oh. Oh no. Rosalie. No. No no. No. Absolutely, no." he said. "I Googled those things for someone else."

"Right. You have a 'friend' who is curious," she said, complete with air quotes.

Emmett sighed. "Fine, Rosalie, fine. You want to know? I was doing research for Edward. Your brother. When I go to visit him later, I'm taking him supplies so he can successfully fuck with his boyfriend. Happy?"

Rosalie narrowed her eyes at him, but eventually decided he was being (mostly) honest with her. She even had the wherewithal to look a tad chagrined.

"Look, it's fine, Rose. Just... do me a favor and ask first before you do something like that next time, okay?" he shook his head, trying to forget the fact that her action had actually been a bit pleasurable, which may or may not have added to his freak out.

"Fine," she agreed, before patting the bed next to her. "Come back to bed?"

"Yeah, no, that's okay. I think I'm gonna go for a run or something," Emmett replied, still a bit weirded out, as he got up from the floor to look for his pants.

"Okay," she agreed lightly, while slipping a shirt over her own head.

Emmett was half out the door when Rosalie called after him. "Oh, but Emmett? I forgot to ask. Did you ever end up finding your prostate? Cause if not, I did."

He slammed the door behind him, but it did little to drown out Rosalie's explosion of laughter that followed him down the stairs and out of their building.