Fic: Said and Done (19/25)

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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 19: Pulse points


A/N: A few lovely Twitter friends contributed to a certain scene in this chapter. I wonder if they'll recognize their contributions. :) (PS. I'm on Twitter! www.twitter.com/icmezzo/)

Thanks to TwilightMundi for betaing this and every chapter and to Bookjunkie1975 for prereading.

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Chapter 19: Pulse points

"I'm...just...saying...you...taste...really...really... good," I said between kisses, which I placed precisely over Jasper's various upper body pulse points.

He chuckled and I felt his stomach muscles clench beneath me as I began moving my tongue slowly up the side of his body.

"You taste good too, you know," he said, trying not to laugh. He swore he wasn't ticklish, but I read him well enough to tell that he was definitely lying in that regard.

I just rolled my eyes at his words and proceeded to run my lips across his bare chest, giving him the freedom to squirm beneath me, as I hovered over him on his bed.

Our shirts had long since been discarded and I decided it was time for Jasper's jeans to follow. I started to unbutton them but Jasper surprised me by putting his hands on mine as though to stop me.

I looked at him, puzzled. Normally he was all about removing our pants.

"Can I do it?" he asked.

"Uh, sure?" I replied, confused. I liked undressing Jasper, but if he wanted to do it, of course he could. I sat back on my heels so he could get up off the bed.

I watched, trying to be tolerant as he undid his zipper. God, humans were so slow sometimes. I growled, impatient.

"Well, I'd let you do it, but you always end up ripping my pants and I'm starting to run out," he explained.

I thought for a second, recalling the various times I'd disrobed him. I suppose he was right. There was that one time when I ripped the zipper entirely off his favorite jeans. Another time the right leg of his khakis just seemed to separate from the left one—I really had very little to do with it. And that other pair of jeans now had that huge hole in the crotch the size of my right hand. And there were those gym shorts that I really loved too. It was really pretty sad that they didn't survive the encounter I now fondly thought of as The Great Dry-hump of 2010.

I frowned. "Sorry, Jasper."

"Oh, it's fine. I just like this pair," he shrugged stepping out of his jeans. I nodded.

"What about your... um... underwear?" I asked, trying to sound casual when he didn't remove them himself. I mean, mine had to stay on of course for safety reasons, but Jasper's, his were just decorative.

He looked down. "You can remove those," he said, blushing a bit and climbing back up on his bed and lying back down. "They aren't my favorite so it doesn't matter if they don't survive intact."

I growled again and I didn't even try to hold back. Within a second his underwear was shredded into tiny confetti-like pieces and I tossed a handful into the air to rain down over us.

He looked at me like I was crazy, but I just shrugged. It seemed appropriate to celebrate Jasper's underwear a little.

But when I watched the pieces land on Jasper, covering a good 2.3% of his body, I realized how foolish I'd been. I needed to see all of him. So I took a deep breath and blew it out across his skin, causing the cloth bits to go flying, and Jasper's body to tremble delightfully.

I moaned, watching his body's response.

He grinned and pulled me down to him, while craning his neck up. I swallowed and we met in a hungry kiss.

I had recognized recently that while I was always thirsty, it was actually a sort of hunger that I felt for Jasper. I was glad that I was becoming a connoisseur of my own desires, that I could separate the want I felt for Jasper and my want for a fresh drink of mountain lion. The call of his blood differed from the call of his person. I was glad I could now separate the two.

I ran my hands down over Jasper's chest until I reached his hips. I parted from his lips allowing him to breathe a bit while I surveyed the terrain of his body.

I looked back at Jasper's eyes and he nodded shyly, giving his permission for me to touch him where he wanted it most. As much as he told me I didn't need his explicit permission every time I wanted to do so, his safety was at stake and I needed it from him.

Once granted, however, I was eager to ghost my hand over him, testing my control. Once I judged that I could handle more, I carefully wrapped my hand around his length.

And then it was his turn to groan. I looked up at his face and delighted at the want in his eyes.

I moved my hand slightly around him and he moaned again. I swallowed hard at the sound.

I watched as I began to stroke him, wondering at the beauty that was his body in my hand. I wanted to get closer still though; holding him in my hand was more than I ever dreamed yet it also seemed to be insufficient. I wondered if maybe...

I licked my lips and looked up at him. "Um, Jasper? Can I... um... taste you... you know... there?" I asked hesitantly, suddenly unwilling to meet his eyes after my bold request. "I mean, you can say no, of course. In fact, you probably should—"

"Edward, stop," he said, laughing. "Trust me when I say that that would be fantastic. You promise to swallow, right?"

I looked up at him, shocked. And I'd thought I'd been forward!

I thought about it for a moment. I wasn't sure that it was actually safe for me to swallow. What if the taste of his release made me lose control in an already precarious having-Jasper's-penis-in-my-mouth-type situation? But if this was a requisite of his, I'd have to find a way.

I was trying to envision a way to make this work for both of us when I noticed Jasper's eyes widen. "I was joking. I mean, of course you're going to swallow, right?" he asked. "No offense, but I don't really want your venom anywhere near my—"

Oh. Oh! Understanding dawned on me. He wanted me to swallow beforehand, not when he... But...what if I did want to swallow then? I swallowed at the thought. Twice.

"Edward?" Jasper asked in a small voice.

"Of course I'll swallow," I reassured him, placing light kisses on his chest. "I was just a little confused. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Confused?" he asked.

I coughed. "Well, it wasn't exactly clear what you were asking me to swallow."

I watched as realized what I was saying. He chuckled. "Ahh. You don't have to do that."

I picked at the bedspread, suddenly quite nervous. "What if..."

"That," he said slowly, clearing his throat, "That is up to you. Just keep your venom and teeth away, and trust me, I'll thoroughly enjoy anything else you want to try, okay?"

I nodded, and kissed my way up to his lips, desperate for the connection. Soon, I was stroking him lightly while our mouths moved over each other.

"Umm, are you stalling?" Jasper asked a minute later as I was licking his neck.

"Maybe..." I admitted to his shoulder.

"Edwaaaard," he whined.

"Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a bunch," I told him, sliding down on his bed.

"Now that's hot," he rolled his eyes. "Thanks for that image."

"Oh, right. I never really thought about it before. Rosalie always says it and I guess I picked it up from her," I explained.

"And now I'm thinking about your sister's underwear. Even better. Hey! Wait a second! Are you stalling again?" he demanded.

I sighed. "You're so impatient."

"Will you just suck on my cock already?" he huffed.

I gulped and nodded, and moved down to his hips, close enough to feel the incredible heat of his body on my skin, when something very important occurred to me. What if I was too cold for him? What if the temperature of my mouth was terribly uncomfortable? Shit. Why hadn't I thought of that before? I might well be the equivalent of an oral sex cold shower. I racked my brain for a solution.

And then I realized the answer was right in front of me. Before Jasper had time to ask what I was doing, I sat up, grabbed his bedside table lamp and unscrewed the lampshade. I ran my hand over the now-exposed light bulb. It was a little dusty, but it would have to do. I stuck my tongue out and pressed as much of my mouth as possible against the burning hot bulb, praying I would absorb enough of it's heat to make things more pleasant for Jasper.

Jasper, for his part, was now sitting up on the bed with his mouth hanging open.

I shrugged. "I donth wan tho beh colth," I explained around the light bulb. I don't want to be cold for you, Jasper.

"You know what, I'm just going to go take a shower, because you're obviously not actually interested in—" he started to say while moving to get off the bed.

"No. I'm sorry. I really want to taste you now. Please?" I begged, putting the lamp back on the table.

"Do you promise?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly.

"Fine," he growled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Get over here."

I quickly knelt on the ground in front of him and took him in my hand and swallowed multiple times just to be sure my mouth was as poison-free as possible.

I stuck my tongue out and then very, very carefully touched the tip of my tongue to Jasper's penis.

Oh, sweet mother of all grizzlies. I should have known he would taste like perfection. I swallowed again, and drew my tongue up along his entire length.

"Fuck," he breathed.

I grinned and did it again.

"It's just... I don't even... please..." he was mumbling.

Once I'd licked him a few more times, I decided that I would try to take him in my mouth. After all, things were going pretty smoothly and Jasper seemed to be enjoying himself. I slipped my mouth around his head and sucked a little bit.

Immediately Jasper's hands were in my hair, pushing me into him. Interesting.

I tried a second time, and took a bit more of him in my mouth this time.

He whimpered. I looked up and saw him watching me with hooded eyes. Excellent. We were in agreement then. This was pretty fucking fantastic.

I moved my mouth up and down a few times before pulling off him to swallow a few times. I grimaced. It was way too easy to forget I was a vampire with Jasper's penis in my mouth.

I alternated with the licking and the sucking and used my hand when I wasn't doing either of those and it wasn't long before Jasper was thanking God for vampires, and more specifically, for my tongue.

He felt the need to warn me when he was going to come, but of course that was highly unnecessary what with the increase in his heart rate, blood pressure and respiration.

And I did swallow. It turns out I was pretty good at it, according to Jasper. He said that lots of times it didn't always go well during someone's first try.

I guessed it was because I'd had so much practice.

XXXXX

I checked my e-mail later that day and was pleased to see the e-mail I'd sent the day before was circulating around between my family members. It seemed there was some consensus regarding many of the things I should do for our first Valentine's Day together. Dinner, a card—but only one—they agreed, and a gift was appropriate. As to what the gift should be, opinions differed.

Esme thought I should write him a song. But that was her suggestion for everything. I composed one for her each and every holiday. I was certain there wasn't another on earth who had as many Labor Day concertos composed in his or her honor.

Carlisle suggested something related to what Jasper studied, such as giving him a 2,500-year-old Phoenician oil lamp. Apparently the Volturi had a few laying around that Carlisle was certain they wouldn't mind parting with.

Alice took the more traditional route, suggesting that a nice dinner was enough. But by traditional, she meant traditional for a vampire. She thought it would be best if I was the one who fed for a change. I think she was tired of me having all the attention and wanted more of it for herself. And to her the best way to eliminate all of the drama in my life was a little snack for me and a little change for Jasper.

Rosalie was not a lot of help either. I was pretty sure I was on her hit list for all of the time Emmett was spending lately researching gay sex on the Internet instead of Googling her.

And Emmett, he was certain all Jasper wanted were several large deposits made in his... well, not in his honor, let's just say that.

It was fairly safe to say that in terms of choosing a gift, I was on my own.

XXXXX

 

"Jasper, may I take you out to dinner on Friday?" I asked as we walked along the water one afternoon.

"Why?" he asked. "Edward, it's okay that we don't do that kind of thing. You don't eat, it's silly."

"Well, I want to. It is Valentine's Day and just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean you shouldn't be treated to a wonderful meal." I replied.

"Okay, I don't know how to say this nicely, but, honestly, I don't really like being in restaurants and being the only one eating. I feel stupid. I know you like to watch me eat, but I just feel dumb. The dining hall is fine because half of the people are studying and not eating anyway, and it's the same with coffee shops and that kind of thing. But to go to a really formal restaurant seems uncomfortable. I know that is stupid, but... I just can think of other things I'd rather do with you than eating," he explained.

"Oh, that's easy enough. I'll eat too, if you prefer. It won't be a problem," I said confidently. Sure, I'd have to do a little regurgitating later, but it would be well worth it.

"You can't eat," he scoffed.

"I most certainly can!" I replied.

"Fine," he said. "Eat this." He handed me the half-eaten apple he was munching on.

"Nope," I told him. "Not until Friday."

"Fine," he agreed, his eyes sparkling. "Friday."

XXXXX

By Friday morning, I was mostly ready for my date with Jasper. My gift and card for him had arrived via overnight shipping the day before. I'd also placed reservations at six different restaurants, figuring I would let Jasper choose our destination. Frankly, I wasn't about to eat human food every day, even for him, so I wanted him to thoroughly enjoy himself while we were out. And thanks to Alice who sat with me on Skype for several hours while I tried on clothes, I was fairly certain I had reasonable clothing selected for each of our potential destinations. I hadn't been sure that having all of the different options was necessary, but when Alice reminded me that the inside of the Thai place was largely a dark shade of sepia and I had planned on wearing charcoal pants, I saw her point.

What I was not ready for, however, was Emmett's visit. He'd be stopping by in the next 15 minutes or so. At least this time he'd texted to ask before just coming by, and I made sure the timing coincided with one of Jasper's three-hour seminars.

I shook my head. My brother's last visit had gotten me in a good deal of trouble. Jasper was further convinced that condoms were the answer to our prayers thanks to Emmett's substantial latex donation. And that was just crazy. I could put a hole in one of those things just by looking at it funny.

I heard Emmett approach well before he reached my door, of course. Who else would be humming the theme song to Inspector Gadget?

"Hey Emmett," I greeted him when he entered.

"Hey," he replied but looked confused... and something else. Perhaps a little queasy? That was strange.

"Well, where's Jasper?" he asked.

"Class," I replied. Thank god.

"Fine. I'll just wait," he said, shedding his coat and plopping himself down and turning on my television.

"Wait for what?" I asked, narrowing my eyes, flipping the television back off.

"For Jasper, who else? You think I'm going to teach you twice? Once will be bad enough," he replied calmly, but I swear he once again looked a little nauseous.

I pinched my nose, horribly afraid of the answer to my next question. "Teach us what exactly, Emmett?"

"How to do the deed. Bump uglies. What else?" he said, but this time his discomfort was plainly written on his features.

I decided at that moment that it was time to teach Emmett an anal lesson of his own, namely, how to butt out.

"You were going to teach Jasper and I how to ride the bologna pony? Wow, Emmett. That's great." I said innocently. "I really thought going up the down escalator would be too dangerous for us, but if you're here to show us..."

"Uh, yeah," he replied, frowning. "That's what I'm here for." He forced a chuckle.

"The ol' in out, huh? How exactly were you going to teach us? Will there be illustrations? Demonstrations, perhaps?" I asked wide-eyed. "I didn't think to ask you about this kind of thing. Who knew you were such an expert on putting meat in someone's seat."

"Well, I uh, if you...need...I guess..." he gulped.

"Great! I'm sure you have great tips on the ol' pickle tickle." I watched as Emmett started looking greener than a vampire had a right to. "Oh, and you'll definitely have to show us the best positions for fertilizing asphalt? I mean, I wasn't sure that was possible because of the venom, but if you think you can help..." I paused, and decided to push him even further. "I don't know, I hope you don't need to demonstrate anything yourself. I'd hate to put you through that, but then, you do seem to know so much about gay sex... Oh, and while we're at it, what do you know about rimming? And maybe you have some ideas about what Jasper might like in terms of his balls?"

"I, uh, yeah. I suppose... I know something," he shifted uncomfortably. "I guess I could..." he trailed off, getting up from my chair and heading over to the window, almost as though he was looking for an escape. I decided to go for the knockout punch.

I crept over to him and spoke softly in his hear. "I'm so glad you want to teach us the fine art of how to insert a hard, pulsing penis into the eager asshole of another hot gay man," I breathed.

"You know what? Maybe I should just go. Jasper isn't even here, so maybe another time?" he suggested, grabbing his coat and walking quickly to my door.

"He'll be back soon... why don't you wait? I'm sure Jasper will be excited to learn about doing the backdoor dance," I teased, moving to block the exit out to the hallway.

"I... uh... no... I can't... I mean... uh... I gotta go," his voice rising in panic.

Checkmate.

"Well, that's too bad. Maybe next time you can teach us all about marinating the chicken. And I could certainly use some tips on flanking the basement castanets," I replied. I was just making stuff up at this point.

"Fuck, Edward. I can't. I thought I could, but I can't. I gotta go touch Rosalie's breasts or something. I'm sorry, but you guys are on your own," he cried, shoving me aside and darting out the door.

And that was exactly what I wanted to hear.

XXXXX

A few hours later I picked up Jasper in my car and drove us to the destination of his choosing, Il Bistro in Pike's Place Market.

I know that Jasper thought I wasn't paying nearly enough attention to the road during our drive, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I was unaccustomed to his more formal dress, and there was something about seeing him in a tie that just made me want to undress him immediately.

Once at the restaurant, we were seated quickly and Jasper seemed happy with the relatively private table we'd been given.

"So how about if I order for both of us?" Jasper suggested after we'd received our menus and gotten settled.

"Sure," I grinned. "You'd know better than I would."

"You're seriously going to eat?" he asked again, giving me a skeptical look.

"I told you I would," I reminded him.

He hummed his approval and began perusing the menu. I looked at it as well, wondering what he would choose for me.

When the waiter reappeared, I listened in amazement as Jasper informed him of our selections. Even though the items he chose sounded anything but appetizing, the sound of the Italian rolling off his tongue was unexpectedly seductive.

For himself, he'd chosen salmon—because he fucking loved it, he told me afterward—and for me, he'd selected the Cioppino, hoping I would feel at home with the tomato broth. I didn't tell him that the tomato sauce was as bloodlike as the Cocoa Krispies he'd had for breakfast; it was the thought that counted.

True to my word, I choked down enough of my dish to be plausible while Jasper inhaled his and finished most of mine as well. He never seemed to quite get over watching me eat, however, which made me smile. When I read a book in his pitch black room at night while he slept, or moved at vampire speed while we puttered around his rooms, he didn't blink an eye. But me swallowing a bit of sea life? He couldn't get over it.

Despite the absolutely disgusting food, the meal really was pleasurable. I just focused on how Jasper looked with the candlelight dancing across his face and the color of his eyes and cheeks, accented by the blue-gray and maroon tie he wore, and of course, the look of his lips when he used his tongue to track down an errant droplet of his red wine.

Toward the end of the meal when I could tell that there was no one in the restaurant's men's room, I went to excuse myself for a moment to take care of the uncomfortable regurgitation that had to follow the equally-unfortunate act of consuming the food in the first place.

Jasper looked confused when I started to get up, which I suppose was to be expected because I didn't exactly explain this part of the process. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I smiled. He didn't need to know the details.

"Do you... uh, do you need to take the menu with you?" he asked after a second.

It was my turn to be puzzled. "A menu?"

"Well, I know you like watching me eat. Maybe... uh... you know... you need reading material?"

Reading material. Reading material. Reading material. I searched my brain for some context to this suggestion. And then I remembered. The diner.

"I, uh, bathroom," I had told him, needing a moment to calm myself down and um, figure out a way to calm myself down. I stood up quickly and moved to exit the booth. But before I could dash off, I recognized that Jasper was watching me with a strange look in his eyes. And then I realized exactly where Jasper's gaze focused. Shit. I grabbed a menu off the table and tried to casually hold it in front of my groin.

"Reading material," I muttered, before dashing off across the diner to the men's room.

The diner. The pie. His lips. My raging erection. I rolled my eyes. Apparently there was only one reason Jasper could think of that I'd need to go to the bathroom. I'd have to explain everything to him later but for now I darted off to the men's room to take care of business.

When I came back, I noticed that our place settings had been cleared and where my plate had been, a card now sat.

I grinned and fished my own card for Jasper out of my coat pocket and handed it to him. "Happy Valentine's Day," I said, excitedly.

He grinned. "You too," he said, before urging me to go first.

I quickly tore into the card hoping to determine exactly how Jasper felt about me by the message it contained. I was surprised, however, by the image on the front of the card. It was of two peanuts holding hands. I stared at it trying to decipher the meaning for a moment before giving up and opening it up.

"I'm nuts about you. Happy Valentine's Day! -Jasper" it read.

I looked at Jasper who was grinning from ear to ear. He was nuts about me, huh? I could deal with that, I thought. Especially because I saw what fell out of the card when I opened it—a key.

I picked it up and recognized the cut pattern of it immediately.

"It's a key to my place," he said.

I nodded. "I know. Thank you." It was wonderful. This was much better than breaking into the Res Life office to steal a key; it meant so much more this way.

"Plus, there are two more things I have for you, but I can't give them to you here," he explained. "For one thing, I need my guitar for one of them."

"Are you finally going to play for me?" I asked.

"Yes," he blushed. "I wrote something for you."

I suddenly understood exactly why Esme loved her concertos so much. I couldn't believe he'd written a song just for me. This was definitely the best Valentine's Day ever. I couldn't wait to hear it.

"Well, let's go then!" I urged him, throwing a bill that easily covered our dinner on the table and grabbing his hand to pull him up and get him home as quickly as possible so I could hear my song.

But Jasper yanked his arm back. "No way! I wanna open my card first," he laughed. "Plus, don't you want to know what the other thing is?"

I sat back down and tried not to sulk. "Fine. Tell me."

"Well, it's kind of silly and in my opinion, totally gross, but... well, when I was in class the other day I got a paper cut and..." he started.

I swallowed hard.

"And well... it bled a tiny bit and I wiped it on my t-shirt without thinking. And... I haven't washed the shirt yet because I thought that maybe you would want...you know what, never mind. That was the stupidest gift ever. And totally disgusting. I'm sorry. I'll get you something else," he finished.

I whimpered; he was giving me his blood. I was sure in that instant that I had the absolute best human boyfriend ever. I had no idea how I got so lucky to find someone so beautiful and perfect and understanding.

"There is nothing on this earth that is more precious to me than your blood. That is the most beautiful gift I could imagine ever receiving," I told him before reaching across the table to kiss him lightly. "Thank you."

"Really?" he asked doubtfully.

"I promise," I told him. "Now it is your turn. I couldn't bring most of your gifts with me, but can I tell you what I got you?"

He laughed at my excitement. "Sure."

"Okay, well, first, I enrolled you in a beer of the month club. It is supposed to be good? And then, next, I'm giving you my sweater. You know the one that you borrowed when you were at my house in January and you never gave it back and now you wear it all the time? Well, that's yours now to keep. And then I also had several blueberry bushes and a pine tree planted in your honor," I told him proudly. "There's a registry. You can name them if you want?"

"Wow, that's awesome. Those are all fantastic. But wait... why a pine tree?" he asked.

"Oh, because of that one I broke when I... you know what, never mind. You can forget about that one," I forced an awkward chuckle. "Now open your card," I suggested, eager to change the subject.

I watched as he slipped it out of the envelope. He grinned at the photo of a few beer steins on the front. But when he opened it, his face fell a little. "It's blank?" he asked.

I hated the look of disappointment in his eyes, so I stared at the tabletop while attempting an explanation. "It's just that none of the cards had the right words in them so I had to pick a blank one because I just couldn't give you a lacy pink anatomically-incorrect heart card or one with teddy bears—also anatomically incorrect by the way—saying silly preprinted messages because you're more important to me than that, and I suppose I should have written you a poem or even a dirty limerick or something on the inside but I couldn't think of anything that rhymes with 'you're the most important person in the world to me' and then I thought maybe a haiku would work but there are too many syllables in 'I am 93.8% certain that I am falling in love with you but I'm nervous to tell you in case it scares you off because I've heard humans are often afraid of commitment' and you have enough reasons to run away screaming as it is, so I don't want to add to another to that list, so that's why I gave you a blank card, but I'm sorry it disappointed you; I guess I should have looked harder for a better one."
I stopped talking because I noticed Jasper had stopped breathing. I looked up in alarm.

"Me too," he breathed.

"No, really, I liked your card. It was perfect. It was mine that was terrible, I'm sorry," I apologized again.

"No, Edward, I mean... I mean, I'm 93% sure I'm falling in love with you too," he said, staring at his hands.

"Really?" I asked, suddenly desperate for his confirmation.

He smiled and leaned over to kiss me. "I'm more than 99.2% sure," he replied.

I decided I liked our odds.

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A/N: I know you guys love the closing author's notes, but quite frankly, the Cullens weren't exactly available this week. Esme and Carlisle were spending their Valentine's Day out on Esme's Island and had their cell phones turned off. Alice was up in Alaska with the Denali coven, where she and the other girls engaged in serious mani-pedis followed by clubbing in Anchorage. Rosalie's breasts were enjoying the holiday immensely judging by the amount of attention Emmett paid them following his visit with Edward. And Emmett, well, he's doing alright despite the fact that he occasionally gets a far-off look in his eyes and murmurs things like "eager backdoor" or "pulsing bologna insertion."