Fic: Said and Done (22/25)

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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 22: Dip and plunge


A/N: Thank you for reading.

Thanks ever so much to Theladyingrey42 for prereading and to TwilightMundi for betaing.

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Chapter 22: Dip and plunge


"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Jasper cursed as he came all over the bed.

I slowed my thrusting as he did so, and enjoyed the sensation of his body tensing around mine. I was also loving this new doggy-style position Jasper had suggested we try. Technically, it actually more closely resembled the mating of the Asian snow leopard, but I didn't tell Jasper. He was beyond hot from this angle and if he was content, I wasn't about to muck it up by insisting on accurate zoology.

I stroked his cock once or twice, causing his body to tremble with aftershocks.

When I saw his arms threatening to give out below him, I reached around him and pulled him back up tight against my own chest. He turned to kiss me, and I teased his lips and tongue with my own. And then I grasped him carefully around his abdomen so I could fuck him at vampire-speed without giving him whiplash. It took 43 seconds for me to come.

I was getting better indeed.

After I took care of the necessary venom cleanup, I returned to the bed to curl up with Jasper.

He turned to me with a sly grin. "I think I need a cigarette."

I pointed to my chest. "Um, highly flammable. Besides, I'm ready to go again when you are," I told him, waggling my eyebrows.

Jasper groaned. "Edward, I can't. I've got to get to class. I can't skip any more."

"You can though! You haven't missed this one yet," I insisted.

He closed his eyes for a moment before slowly opening them slowly. "You know what? You're right. I could. But I don't want to. I want to go to class."

"You like class better than sex?" I pouted.

"Of course not," he said, patting my knee. "But we've already done it three times and it's not even noon!"

"That's not so many times," I said. I mean, I'd overheard Emmett and Rosalie have sex three times in the span of 41 minutes before. Not that I'd counted. Or listened.

"It is considering last night's marathon," Jasper pointed out.

"Ugh, fine," I said, frowned. I sighed as he got up from the bed to get ready from class. Now what was I going to do? What had I done with my free time before Jasper? Whatever it was, I doubted it was very interesting. All of my previous activities paled in comparison to being naked with Jasper.

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"Yesssss," I hissed as Jasper wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked it. I grasped the comforter beneath me as he worked on my sheathed erection.

"Jasper," I moaned his name as he picked up his pace. He always knew exactly what I—

"Oh!" I yelped. That was new. "Uh, Jasper?"

He looked up from between my legs and grinned. "Yes?"

"You shouldn't uh, put your finger, um, right there. It might be dangerous," I said quickly.

He laughed. "You say that about everything new that we try. Why would this be any more dangerous than touching you anywhere else?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose you might be right."

"I'm always right," he said, a smirk on his face. "Now, turn over, because there's something else I can put right there."

There was just no way that I could bottom for him, and I wasted no time in reminding him of this. "Jasper, come on, we've been over this a hundred times. You're not strong enough. My body is too inflexib—"

"That's actually not what I meant," he told me. "Now roll over."

Wondering what he had in mind, I did as he asked and waited.

"Actually, get on your knees, okay?" he said after a moment.

I frowned. "Jasper, you won't be able to—"

"Trust me, Edward," was all he said.

I huffed and raised my ass so it was practically level with his face. It was hard not to feel unusually exposed in this rather vulnerable positioning.

And that's when I felt Jasper's tongue on my right cheek. I shivered a bit at the sensation. Okay, well, that was kinda nice, I thought, as he moved to the other side and nipped at the other cheek.

"I love your ass, Edward. You should know that," he said slapping my butt.

"Thanks, Jasper!" It wasn't my favorite body part, so I appreciated his kind words.

He chuckled. "No problem," he replied, slapping my other cheek.

And then he pressed his finger to me again.

It was fascinating, really. I tried not to squirm.

And then he started sort of...massaging...me a bit.

And holy fuck, it was nothing like I'd ever felt before. Not like John Cage's 4'33", which I'd had the displeasure of experiencing once during a student recital a few years back, but like the first time Jasper kissed me. In other words, I hoped to become intimately acquainted with Jasper in this way, in every possible manifestation of the act, repeatedly, until the end of time.

And then something slick, and hot, and wet took a light pass at me.

I gasped. Holy fuck. Jasper put his tongue right there.

"Jasper?" I squeaked.

"Shaddup, I'm busy," he told me, giving me another slap on my ass.

I soon felt his tongue blaze a wet trail up from my balls to that place. And then...then...then he... well, he stayed there. Circling a bit, and well, dipping, even. He dipped. Dear god, Jasper was dipping. Dipping, and circling and licking and pressing and holy fuck, he was doing it all right there.

Fuck, he must really love me, I realized, to... well, plunge and swirl...like that.

He then proceeded to press his thumb against the flesh right behind my balls as he continued to plunge, and dip, circle and... oh yes... fuck... swirl.

I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations, the exquisite sensations, brand new and intense and perfect, as they washed over me.

And then, while thumbing, and licking, and plunging, Jasper reached around with his other hand and wrapped his hand around my cock. Quite the multi-tasker, my Jasper.

Once, twice, three times he stroked me and I couldn't help it. I howled, and my hips were jerking and I was coming hard, caught off-guard by the orgasm that ripped through me.

"Whoa," I finally whispered.

"Ha! Ya like that?" Jasper asked, smacking my ass.

"Thank you sir, may I have another?" I replied. Emmett was always saying that, and it seemed appropriate.

Jasper laughed so hard he fell off the bed.

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I was lighting the last of the 28 candles I recently purchased and scattered around my bedroom when Jasper got back from his last class. He came in and took in the candles along with the Spanish guitar music playing in the background and the new luxury sheets I'd put on the bed.

He glanced at me, darkening eyes meeting pitch black ones.

"Playing with fire, Edward?" he growled.

"I was very carefu—" I started to say, but he cut me off.

"Shh," he admonished me. "That's hot."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, mentally high-fiving the "Spicy Night" scented candles I'd ordered online. Frankly, I didn't see what was so great about the scent, but Jasper seemed to dig it. That was what mattered. Besides, until Yankee Candle decided to market a "Fresh Plasma" scent, I'd remain largely uninterested.

I hummed in enjoyment thinking of it, the smell perfectly vivid in my mind. In fact, I could almost taste the red blood cells in my mouth. I gulped and tried to dismiss the thought and turn my attention back to Jasper.

Jasper. Must think of Jasper. Forget the blood. Jasper.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was standing in the doorway to my bedroom eying my bare chest and biting his lip.

And that lip was bleeding slightly.

I growled. Fuck.

He released his lip and the scent washed over the room.

"You're so fucking sexy," he breathed.

"You're bleeding," I replied, swallowing repeatedly.

"Just for you," he whispered. I wasn't the only one playing with fire.

"Fuck," I growled. "Jasper..."

He bit his lip again and deepened his wound. "That's the idea," he said. "Fuck me, Edward."

I tackled him without another thought.

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"Can I do this?" I asked, moving my tongue across Jasper's tender flesh as he lay naked before me.

"I don't know, can you?" Jasper muttered.

I looked up. "I don't have to. Do you not like that? I just thought maybe..."

Jasper sighed. "No, it feels great. Everything has felt great. It's just that you've been teasing me for hours straight and if you don't let me come soon, I'm going to tear my hair out."

"But how else will we know what you like and don't like? I need time to figure it out." I reminded him, eager to keep exploring his body and to learn its intimate secrets. "Now, how about this?" I ever-so-lightly ran my teeth across him.

Jasper shivered. "Seriously, if you don't suck me off in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to go take care of things myself in the shower. I can't take it any more. I'm starting to think my penis will never be the same."

"You'll be fine," I told him. I was sure of it. Those commercials always warned against having an erection for more than four hours, and we'd only been going three and a half. "In fact, we still have 30 minutes left."

"No, you have 10 seconds. Not even that. You're down to seven," he warned. "Six... five..."

"God, Jasper, if you wanted me to give you a blow job you should've just asked," I said.

He glared at me. "Three... two..."

"Alright!" I yelped, and took him in my mouth. We'd just have to experiment more another time, which was completely fine with me.

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I held Jasper's penis in my hand and watched it harden beneath my gaze. Veins pulsing, flesh swelling. I gulped. It was enough to cause a vampire to lose his mind.

God, his cock was so beautiful. I was tempted to write vast quantities of poetry in its honor. Perhaps some nice sonnets. Oh, or a few odes. "Ode to the Rise of Jasper," maybe. Or perhaps "Ode to the Penis that didn't care I wasn't human". And definitely "Ode to that one Vein." I sighed. That one was my favorite. I gazed at it unabashedly.

When I heard Jasper turn the page in his textbook, I looked up in time to see him glance at me.

"You know, I'm not a science project," he said after a moment.

"Certainly not," I agreed. I couldn't imagine 7th grade biology students studying the likes of Jasper's length, perfect specimen though it was.

He sighed. "I'm actually trying to study," he pointed out.

"Oh, that's okay, I don't mind," I told him. I didn't need his attention to bask in his beauty.

"Well, it's distracting," he said, pulling my hand off him and tucking himself back into his shorts.

I frowned. "But..."

He rolled his eyes. "Edward, later, okay?" he asked, before giving me a peck on the lips.

"Fine," I agreed, picking up a book and pretending to read.

After a few minutes, when I was certain he was engrossed in his textbook, I slowly reached for his shorts, hoping to expose him to my gaze once again without his notice.

Unfortunately, I wasn't halfway to his hemline when he swatted me away.

"Fine," I huffed, getting up and going to find my laptop. "Another time then."

"Sounds good," he replied, pausing for a moment before telling me he loved me.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, booting up my laptop as I planned the first line of my "Sonnet 69: On his glorious erection."

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"You know what I think we should try?" I asked Jasper.

Jasper looked up from his laptop, where he was working on his paper on Babylonian political propaganda. It was due the next day but it was only Sunday morning and surely we could have sex once or twice and he'd still have plenty of time to finish.

"I think we should do it standing up. I could hold you around my waist. Maybe we could use that wall over there for support. Here, let me show you." I moved to pick up Jasper and show him what I envisioned, but he stopped me.

"No, no, that's not necessary. I know what you mean," he said.

"Great! So, can we?" I asked.

"Uh, not right now," he replied.

"Please? I'll write your paper for you?" I offered.

Jasper looked at me. "Edward, listen. I'm serious now. No. I can't have sex you anymore. I'm really sore and I have homework."

No more sex? Impossible! "But Jasper—"

He shook his head. "I'm only human, Edward."

Well, how could I argue with that? I frowned.

"How about visiting your family for awhile? Aren't some of them home on spring break this week anyway?" he asked.

It was true. Alice's spring break began this week, whereas ours was still a few weeks away. Actually, it wasn't such a bad idea. I hadn't seen many of them in some time. I wondered if Emmett and Rosalie could also drive home for the day. I'd have to give them a call.

"Okay," I agreed. "But will you still have time to write your paper?"

He looked confused. "I have all day."

"I thought you wanted to visit Forks?" Geez, Jasper, make up your mind.

"No, I meant you. Why don't you visit your family?" he said, getting off the bed and coming over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I'll stay here. I need time to work and you haven't seen them in awhile."

"Oh." The word seemed caught in my throat. I looked at the floor, the ceiling, over Jasper's shoulder at the wall, anywhere but at Jasper. "Okay then." I blinked at the strangled sound of my voice. I hoped Jasper didn't notice. I stepped away from him.

Jasper was silent. I could feel his eyes on me. He didn't speak to me until I finally gave in and met his gaze. "Edward, come on. You didn't have sex—or me, for that matter—for 90 years. You'll survive nine hours on your own. I just need time to work."

"Well, I have quite a backlog to work through," I pointed out.

Jasper raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," I huffed. "I said 'okay'." If he needed me to go, I'd go. I went to put on my shoes.

"Just for a few hours. I appreciate that," he said as I got ready to go.

"Right," I said curtly, heading to the door. He came over to kiss me goodbye, but I turned my head and let him kiss my cheek instead, still hurt that he had chosen his class over coitus.

He rolled his eyes at me. "I love you," he said.

I knew it was true. Seventeen pages with his signature at the end pretty much proved that beyond a reasonable doubt. I tried to smile. "How could you not? You're only human," I told him attempting a joke.

I could tell he appreciated my effort. "Have fun," he told me, heading back to his laptop. "Drive slow."

I shut and locked the door behind me and started to head down the hallway of the dorm on the way to my car when I heard Jasper call to me, just loud enough so that I could hear him through the walls.

"Hey, Edward?" I paused, but before I could decide to go back, he continued. "When you get back I think we should try the thing where you take me up against the wall."

I smirked. I wasn't gone 15 seconds and he already missed me and my cock.

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The rest of the family had already gathered when I arrived in Forks.

"What took you so long?" Rosalie asked. "We left after you and had a longer drive and still beat you by a half hour."

"Nice to see you too, Rosalie," I sighed. "And it's because Jasper doesn't like me to drive too fast."

Rosalie looked at me like I was crazy. "He's not with you."

I shrugged. "I know, but..." I trailed off.

"Dude, he's got you whipped," Emmett snorted.

Esme cocked her head and examined me for a moment before smiling widely. "I think it's sweet."

Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"I believe you have some paperwork for me?" Carlisle prompted me as we trooped into the house.

I nodded and handed over an envelope containing the contract Jasper had signed. Carlisle would file it away for safe-keeping.

"And things are going well then? Everyone is still...healthy?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes, Jasper's still human," I confirmed.

"And you have progressed in your intimacy?" Carlisle prodded.

I nodded, hoping he'd pry no further.

Carlisle nodded. "Well, if anyone could do it, it's you, Edward. I'm proud of you."

"Yeah, good job letting Jasper sign his life away then sit on you a few times," Rosalie muttered. "Well done."

"Rosalie, enough," Carlisle admonished her.

Alice looked puzzled though. "Why don't you turn him already? How long do you think this can last with him as a human?"

Carlisle shot her a warning glance, and I caught my sisters simultaneously rolling their eyes.

"C'mon Rosalie, let's have some girl time," Alice suggested.

Rosalie nodded and allowed Alice to lead her to her bedroom.

"Connect Four?" Emmett suggested.

I nodded and we headed into the family room. Emmett and I sat around our coffee table with the classic game, adapted for our use by fusing nine game boards together to allow for extended playing time.

Carlisle sat down nearby with the newspaper and Esme curled up next to him with a book.

It was quiet. Emmett hemmed and hawed a bit as he decided how to play his pieces, and books and newspaper pages were flipped periodically, but that was it. Definitely too quiet.

Which is why I definitely wasn't surprised when shortly thereafter, everyone started talking at once.

"Ass-fucking is fucking phenomenal, isn't it? Was I right or was I right? Oh, and dude, have you tried it yet in the reverse Dutch windmill position yet? That's where you hold Jasper upside down and..." I stopped listening to Emmett's explicit description after that. Esme was meanwhile inquiring about the depth of my love for Jasper, and Carlisle was fishing for details about how things were working in clinical terms.

"Okay, okay, stop!" I finally put my foot down. "Esme, I love him and he loves me. A lot. Even though he stayed home to write his paper, I still believe he would choose me over crumbling Babylonian stele if it really came down to it, and I don't want to hear any suggestions to the contrary."

I looked at Carlisle. "Carlisle, yes, as you imagine, I'm the one who has to top, so, yes, my penicular shaft has entered his rectal canal or whatever you were asking. It has done so repeatedly, in fact. And yes, I've located his prostate and despite the cold temperature of my flesh, it doesn't numb him as you suggest, but rather makes him scream my name. Also repeatedly. So I will continue to do both as often as Jasper lets me. So you can write that down in your journal for the good of scientists and physicians everywhere. Anything else?"

Carlisle had the decency to look chagrined, so I turned to Emmett. "Emmett, no we haven't tried that windmill position yet or the one where I hold Jasper around my waist and balance him against the wall while flexing my hips so that I can again, make him scream my name, but even if we had, I don't think it is necessary to tell you despite the fact that you donated condoms to our cause. Though if you have any others you want to contribute, just let me know because we're almost out."

I paused to breath before continuing to address the issues my sisters were discussing upstairs over nail polish. "Alice, I haven't turned him yet because I don't want to kill him, and besides that, his scent is fucking amazing and he's all warm, like the electric blanket you use, except that mine smells perfect, comes when I call, and comes when I call, got it? And Rosalie, I'm sorry that you hate Jasper because he prefers me to you but he's gay and you don't have a penis, though you're certainly acting like a dick, so you're just going to have to deal with that because he's going to be with me for a long, long, long time."

I stood up from the floor where I'd been sitting with Emmett. "Emmett, I don't need to be a mind-reader to know that I'll win our game in six turns when you're inevitably trapped because you'll be unable to block the piece I'll place in the fifth column from the right, four spaces from the bottom, so I'm going to head out now because even if Jasper doesn't want to be with me, I can surely find something better to do then be grilled, hated, or frowned upon by my various family members."

I huffed and headed for the front door.

Esme beat me to the front door, blocking my path, but it was Rosalie who spoke first. "Edward, wait."

I turned to look at her coming down the stairs. "That's not why I hate Jasper," she said softly.

Esme led me back to the sofa, where I sat down next to her. "I think it's time we all talk," she suggested as Alice and Rosalie followed us and sat down nearby. "We aren't, as a species, good at change. But like it or not—and I personally love it—change has come to our family," Esme said, looking at us each in turn while she put a comforting hand on my arm. "And we take care of our family."

After receiving nods from each of us, Esme continued. "Good. Now, let's figure this out, because next time Edward's mate walks through our front door, I want each of us to be accepting, or even better, genuinely loving. Now, who wants to start?"

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A/N: This outtake was dreamed up with the help of friends many chapters ago, but I've had to wait until now to post. Oh, and dear god, I hope you don't mind a little crackfic. Wait, what am I saying? Of course you don't mind. You've read 20+ chapters of Said and Done... ;)

To give you a sense of when this occurred, this scene takes place the night after Jasper puts his finger right there, but the day before Jasper bit his lip for Edward.

Edward knew something was amiss before he even entered his dorm. Jasper was supposed to be studying at Edward's place until he arrived home after class. But Edward could sense it; Jasper wasn't doing homework. He could hear no turning of textbook pages, no scratch of pencil or highlighter upon paper. In fact, what it actually sounded like to Edward was...well, not studying, that's for sure.

Plus, there were other signs. Edward smelled that Jasper had finished off the last of the blueberry muffins; but that was fine, of course. That's who they were there for. But his senses told him that there were other things that had been moved or changed in his dorm room as well. In fact, it smelled an awful lot like... well, anyway, it was clear that Jasper was up to something, he realized. Edward hurried up to his room as fast as he dared.

Jasper didn't hear him coming, but then, he didn't need to. Edward was rarely late, so Jasper knew that his boyfriend would be home from class in about four minutes. And that was exactly the amount of time Jasper needed to finish gathering his supplies and strip down to surprise Edward.

What Jasper didn't take into account, however, was Edward's hurry to get home and figure out what he was up to. Which is why, when Edward burst into his suite only 2 minutes and 37 seconds later, Jasper was still seated on Edward's bed, surrounded by piles of what could only be referred to as a very thorough historical archive of hook and loop fasteners, or to put it simply, Edward's vast Velcro collection.

"I, uh, well..." Jasper looked up guiltily.

"I see you found my Velcro," Edward said rather flatly in response.

"Well, I was studying and I dropped my highlighter and it rolled under the bed," Jasper explained, sure he was in the right, but still uncomfortable under Edward's gaze. "So I went after it, and saw the box..."

"You mean the box labeled 'For Edward's eyes only'?" Edward asked.

"Uh, yeah, that one," Jasper admitted.

Edward humphed.

"Well, it's not like it is a big deal. It's just Velcro," Jasper pointed out.

"Not a big deal?" Edward asked, dumbfounded. "Just Velcro? Do you have any idea what you're holding? That cotton bit beneath your knee? That's a sample from the original prototype. And that strip you're sitting on? The one made of glass and acrylic? That's been in space thanks to a little deal I cut with NASA. In outer space, Jasper. I'm pretty sure none of the pieces in your baseball card collection have been to space."

Jasper stared at Edward dumbfounded and wondered if all vampires were so strangely attached to fasteners.

"I'm sorry..." Jasper trailed off, wondering how he could have gone so wrong, his visions for their afternoon activity fading fast. He started to put the items back in the box, which was boldly marked with the word "FRAGILE" on every side.

"It's fine," Edward huffed. "Just be careful with those orange pieces. Orange Velcro is very rare."

Jasper nodded. "Okay. I just thought that... well..."

Edward raised an eyebrow.

"Well, if you have some that isn't quite so rare, perhaps we could... use it," he mumbled.

"Use it?" Edward scoffed. "Everyone uses it. But they never pay attention to it. It's a small miracle, deceiving in its simplicity, yet no one ever even notices..."

Jasper bit his lip and tried to keep a straight face. "I suppose that's true."

Edward, pleased by the fact that Jasper was respecting the 'cro, realized again, at this moment, that he had the best boyfriend in the history of human-vampire relations.

"So, how did you want to use it?" Edward asked eventually. "Did you need some for your shoes? Or perhaps you'd like me to modify your coat?"

"Uh, no, that isn't exactly what I had in mind..." Jasper responded.

Edward raised an eyebrow.

"Do you trust me?" Jasper asked after a moment. "If so, I need several long pieces. The stronger the better."

It was only when Edward returned with the pieces and Jasper commanded him to strip and sit on the bed, that Edward started to realize exactly what Jasper had in mind.

Edward was completely hard by the time Jasper cuffed his right hand to the headboard with the Velcro strips. He was whimpering audibly by the time the left was also strapped in place.

"Now Edward, how many hooks are holding you in place?" Jasper asked, once he had finished.

"4,314" Edward answered promptly.

"Great. So, let's pretend that those four thousand hooks are enough to keep you bound to the bed, okay?" Jasper said, taking a moment to appreciate his handiwork.

Edward gulped and nodded.

Jasper, however, wasn't done. He had more than Velcro planned for his vampire. "I'll be right back," he said, heading to the kitchen. "Don't move."

Meanwhile, Edward, unaccustomed to feeling out of control, squirmed as he lay on the bed with his hands immobilized above him.

But if poor Edward thought he was turned on by the feel of the Velcro binding his wrists, he practically turned inside out when Jasper returned with a jar of blueberry pie filling.

"Jasper, what are you doing?" Edward said—no, squeaked—at Jasper. Edward's voice, Jasper had long ago realized, often became higher in pitch when he was incredibly turned on. This was one of those times.

"What does it look like?" Jasper responded, waggling his eyebrows, as he peeled off his t-shirt, and then opened the jar.

The aroma of sweetened berries instantly filled the room.

After setting the lid on the nearby nightstand, Jasper slowly put one finger into the blueberry filling, then removed it and put on quite the show of licking it off for Edward. And he may or may not have purposely left a bit of the dark red fruit juice stain the corner of his mouth in the process.

It took everything Edward had not to tear himself free from the headboard and tackle Jasper in that moment; only his respect for the Velcro kept him in check.

Jasper, pleased with Edward's self-discipline, decided to reward him.

He climbed onto the bed with Edward. As sorry as he was to cover Edward's perfect cock, Jasper understood the need for safety, and so quickly put a condom on his boyfriend before proceeding further.

Further, of course, included dribbling bits of pie filling across Edward's chest and then licking it off. More than once. It also included pressing his berry-stained lip to Edward's neck and leaving beautiful red prints on his ivory skin. And it included painting on Edward's abdomen a large arrow pointing toward Edward's cock and then writing a sloppy rendition of the word "mine" beside it in the deep purple fruit. (Jasper dotted the "i" with a single berry.)

What it did not include was a kiss. While Edward panted and strained and groaned, Jasper just teased him further by not allowing Edward to taste his mouth.

When Jasper suddenly got up from the bed after removing all traces of Edward's arrow with his tongue, Edward could only assume Jasper was going to the kitchen to find some additional device with which to torture him. Jasper was not, however. He simply needed a drink of milk after licking all of the sweet pie filling off his vampire lover. (Jasper liked the term "vampire lover," thinking it terribly erotic.)

Upon his return, Jasper took one look at the desperation in Edward's eyes, and decided to have mercy on him. It was not a difficult decision for Jasper, as this meant a chance to sit on his lap with Edward's cock buried deep in his ass. No, not a difficult decision at all...

Edward swallowed heavily as he watched Jasper prepare himself for Edward with the lubricant he had picked up from Walgreen's. (He was still upset with CVS after the drugstore proved to have a less than adequate supply of gay vampire-friendly Valentine's Day cards.)

Once ready, Jasper climbed onto Edward and slowly sank down onto him. Once his body had acclimated, Jasper reached for the nightstand where he scooped up a bit of the blueberry filling from the jar he'd left there, and painted Edward's lips with it.

Only then did Jasper finally kiss Edward, allowing the blueberry filling to color their kisses and coat their tongues as their mouths pressed together hungrily.

The two began to rock together, Jasper moving over Edward in a rhythm that drove them both mad as they kissed, and sucked and nipped (well, Jasper nipped, anyway) at lips and jaws and shoulders.

It was the desperation in Edward's eyes that finally caused Jasper to finally give him permission to free himself. "Okay, Edward," he sighed. "Go ahead."

Edward gave a strangled cry as he instantly tore free from the Velcro binding. One hand went immediately to Jasper's cock, which he began stroking. The other,went to the small of Jasper's back, providing support and pulling him close. It was in this position that Jasper and Edward brought each other to their blueberry-tinted climaxes a few minutes later.

Afterward, Jasper would apologize for mashing blueberries into Edward's bedspread, and Edward would apologize for getting pie filling in Jasper's ear though of course neither of them were remotely sorry for the sticky sweet loving.

P.S. Edward ordered additional Velcro off the Internet later that night to have on hand. You know, just in case...