Fic: In the hands of a newborn: Said and (Not Quite) Done Outtake

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A/N: Thanks to Missyfits and Theladyingrey42 for prereading, and to TwilightMundi for betaing.

This outtake occurs a few days after Jasper's change. Enjoy the crazy!

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Edward normally enjoyed running. And of course he enjoyed Jasper. So it might be expected that Edward would especially enjoy running with Jasper on such a beautiful spring afternoon.

However, this could not be farther from the truth.

Jasper was, after all, not running with Edward, but instead chasing him.

And despite the fact that Edward was the fastest Cullen, Jasper was merely three days into his life as a vampire, so the remnants of his human blood fueled his new body such that he was able to keep almost perfect pace with his speedy vampire boyfriend.

"Edward, come on!" Jasper called as he hurtled himself over a boulder and around a bush in hot pursuit of Edward.

"No!" Edward cried back for the 57th time in the last three hours. "No, no, no!"

"Please! I promise it'll be fine!" Jasper begged, catching up with Edward just enough to grab onto his shirt, at which point Edward tore himself free and took off again minus one sleeve.

"Edward!" Jasper whined, dropping the scrap of material and dashing off after Edward, who proceeded to run in a large circle through the woods until he arrived back at the discarded shirt sleeve, which he snagged off the ground on the way by, as he was not exactly a fan of littering, and then proceeded to head a few miles to the east.

"Jasper, no!" Edward growled as Jasper nearly caught him yet again.

"But—"

"No!"

And so it went, the two chasing each other through the Olympic peninsula, both incredibly stubborn and incapable of exhaustion. Only one of them, however, was also ridiculously horny.

"Come on, Edward! I promise it'll be safe!" Jasper pleaded as he ducked under a branch and reached out for his boyfriend, who was a mere three and a half steps ahead of him.

Edward laughed sharply. "That's what you said last time!"

"But...This. Is. Different!" But his last word was cut off by a yelp from Edward when Jasper managed to grab hold of his jeans.

Unfortunately for Jasper, the denim was no match for Edward, so once again, Jasper was left holding nothing but the pocket that normally covered Edward's right ass cheek as Edward pulled ahead of him.

At least now both sides matched, Edward reasoned, as Jasper had claimed the other pocket in a clever maneuver before they'd even made it out of Forks. In fact, at this point, Edward was actually wearing just under half of the clothing he'd started the day with. He'd lost all but the collar and top third of the right half of his shirt—his sweater long gone—and he was down to only one complete pant leg, and even that was missing strips of material where Jasper had managed to grab hold briefly as they ran.

As many times as Jasper had envisioned disrobing Edward to have hot vampire sex, however, this wasn't the way he'd ever imagined going about it. But Edward seemed to be leaving him little choice.

"Edwaaaaard!"

"No!"

"It's completely safe—"

"No. It. Isn't!"

Edward knew that in time, he would quite enjoy a little chasing, a little teasing, even a little begging from his Jasper. But not when Jasper was only a few days old. No matter what Jasper said, it just wasn't safe.

Edward shuddered, recalling with perfect precision the way Jasper was hurtling through the forest. Sure, he was a vampire, so of course there was innate grace in his movements. But he was also completely unaccustomed to his new body. Earlier in the day when he'd had to jump over a small river, Jasper had misjudged the landing and flung himself smack into a very surprised herd of deer that had gathered at the water's edge to drink. And just a few miles back he'd tried to jump over a bush, underestimated his strength, and catapulted himself halfway up into a large evergreen. And then there was the time he used the trunk of a young elm for leverage as he rounded a tight corner and snapped the small tree right in half.

And while Edward was a well-endowed man, his favorite appendage was not even a quarter of the width of that poor tree, and he simply loved his penis too much to subject it to that sort of fate.

If Jasper even pulled a little too hard...well, Edward shuddered to think of it. He simply could not trust his junk with a newborn. That's all there was to it.

Meanwhile, Jasper, for his part, unaccustomed to vampire sensations, strength, stimulation, and his new-found ability to repeatedly attain an erection despite the fact that he jerked off fourteen times in rapid succession earlier that morning, was filled with newborn lust and was steadfastly determined to get into what remained of Edward's pants as soon as possible. The fact that his eyes had been trained on Edward's ass for the past five hours as he chased Edward through the forest only fueled his desire.

And so it went.

"Edward!"

"No."

"But Edwar—"

"No!"

Until a rather devious idea popped into Jasper's head.

At first when Edward no longer heard Jasper's footsteps directly behind him, he wasn't worried. In fact, it wasn't until Edward heard Jasper's weak whimpers in the distance that he stopped dead in his tracks.

Had Edward been a mind reader, he might have recognized Jasper's trap. And if he had paused to think about it at all, Edward would have realized that a new vampire really had no cause to whimper—there was no such thing as a sprained ankle, bee sting, stubbed toe, or bite from a rabid grizzly—no, as an incredibly powerful newborn, there was very little in the forest that could have caused him harm.

But Edward wasn't thinking, and as he was still unaccustomed to Jasper's new durability, the previous months spent serving as Jasper's overbearing protector took over. He spun around and headed immediately in the direction of Jasper's human-sounding sobs. When he reached him, he found Jasper sitting on the ground, his head tucked against his knees.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Edward crouched down beside Jasper.

Jasper pretended to sniffle. "I just... thought... it would be different."

Edward wrapped his arm around him. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously, his sense of guilt eagerly kicking in. Jasper had seemed fine with his recent transformation, but perhaps he was now regretting things.

"Well...I thought... when I was a vampire..." Jasper paused to sigh dramatically.

"Yes?" Edward prompted, tilting Jasper's chin toward him.

"I thought you would finally stop saying sex wasn't safe!" Jasper growled and suddenly pounced, pinning Edward to the ground.

"No, Jasper, wait!" Edward protested. "You don't understand!"

But Jasper simply clamped his hand over Edward's mouth, sat atop his waist, and started tearing off Edward's remaining clothing with gusto. To be fair, Jasper really didn't see what could possibly go wrong. He'd already been changed into a vampire, so what was the worst that could happen?

Meanwhile Edward flailed a little bit beneath Jasper as he struggled to free his lips so he could explain.

When Jasper turned momentarily to yank off Edward's single remaining shoe, Edward managed to peel off Jasper's hand and gasp out his explanation. "Please! Stop! Your safety isn't the issue! I don't want you to hurt me!"

Jasper whipped back around to face Edward. "What are you talking about?"

While Edward frequently protested activities based on whether Jasper might risk injury, this was a very new development indeed. In fact, the concept was so strange that Jasper didn't believe him.

Jasper paused and a look of pain flashed across his features when he realized another reason why Edward might not want to have sex. He proceeded to look around, at the ground, the nearby mud puddle, anywhere but at Edward. "Is it... are you...am I not attractive to you anymore?" he said quietly.

"Oh god, no!" Edward was stunned. He grabbed Jasper's hand in his. "You are everything I could ever desire. You always were, even if I didn't know it. And now...you're perfect. Not that you were full of imperfections before, of course, but there was that one scar that you used to have on your left calf—you know, the one shaped like Czechoslovakia circa 1948? Well, that's gone, so, now, yes, you're absolutely perfect. I couldn't want you more. It really is a safety issue." Edward grimaced. "I don't want you to... um... accidentally...tearmycockoff. You're really strong now and, well, I think eternity would feel really long without intact genitals. I saw what you did to that sapling, and..."

Jasper gaped at Edward. "I'm not going to hurt you!"

"Well not intentionally, but it could happen so easily. I was just hoping we could give your body a few more days...or weeks...or maybe even a few months. I mean, even a year wouldn't be so bad..." Edward trailed off, covering his groin defensively.

In the past, Edward would have had a very difficult time envisioning any reason why, once Jasper was changed, they should not have sex at least nine times every day—well, except Sundays. Sundays, he had long ago decided, deserved at least 14 times. He'd never been a huge fan of Sundays, but he assumed this would improve the day dramatically.

But that was in the past. Now that his penis was at stake, he could see every reason in the world why they should wait until Jasper was a little more comfortable in his new skin.

Jasper, however, wasn't having it. "I won't hurt you. I trusted you. Now you have to trust me!"

"And look how well that turned out," Edward pointed out.

Jasper rolled his scarlet eyes. "Edward, I'll be really careful, I promise. Can't we just try?" He wasn't above begging.

Edward looked a bit pained. After all, he'd become accustomed to having Jasper very regularly, and going without him for six days four hours and 17 minutes was starting to take its toll. Not to mention that he'd been squirming a bit under Jasper as he'd tried to free himself and the friction such wriggling provided had felt rather good.

Jasper caught Edward's moment of indecision, and pushed further. "Maybe we could minimize the danger somehow? Surely there's a way..."

Edward thought about it. Perhaps if they started slowly, and maybe if Jasper held something else in his hands other than Edward, it might just be possible. Because until Jasper proved he could handle Esme's most delicate crystal without breaking it, he was not getting anywhere near Edward's penis.

Still, he wanted to meet all of Jasper's needs. That had been true when Jasper was human, and now as he was adjusting to his new existence—which Edward couldn't help feeling at least partially responsible for—this remained a priority.

So they put their heads together and brainstormed, and came up with a solution that even Edward had to admit seemed relatively safe. The level of absurdity seemed less relevant, however, which is why, a few short minutes later, a completely naked Jasper could be seen hanging by his hands from a low branch of a nearby pine tree, his prominent erection at a carefully planned 5'7" off the ground, which was, of course, the same height as Edward's mouth.

Edward approached Jasper slowly, and first reached out to steady him by his hips so he wouldn't end up swinging around uncontrollably. Smiling a little to himself knowing the absolute pleasure he was about to bring Jasper, he placed a delicate kiss on his thigh. When Jasper didn't react beyond a small sigh, Edward kissed him again on his hip, and when that proved safe, he moved up to the delightful flesh just below his navel and gave that area a tentative lick.

Jasper, intent on behaving himself, gave a little moan, but otherwise, held quite still as he hung in the air.

Edward's final test was to simultaneously tweak Jasper's nipple while sucking a bit at the especially sensitive place he'd learned Jasper loved right on the inside of his upper thigh.

When Jasper did nothing more than pinch his eyes shut and hiss softly, Edward assumed it was safe to take Jasper in his mouth, and he did so with gusto.

But Jasper, experiencing the incredible intensity for the first time as a vampire, was unprepared for the physical and emotional onslaught and promptly let go of his branch.

Edward caught him, of course, and helped him back up into the tree to try again.

And by the fourth time, Edward was able to actually take the entirety of Jasper's length and swallow once before Jasper's grip faltered and he fell again, Edward extracting Jasper just in time to prevent a rather unfortunate and hard to explain injury to either of them.

After that close call, Edward decided that he could live with the safety risks involved in a grounded blow job.

He found two small trees that were close enough together that Jasper could stand, legs spread between them, while grasping a trunk in each hand.

When Jasper was in position, Edward paused a moment to take in the sinful view of Jasper on display for him. Jasper sparkled a bit in the afternoon sun that cut through the trees, the rays catching against the newly hardened and perfected angles of his body, and his darkening eyes displaying the barely controllable desire of a sexually charged newborn. Of course, Edward spent the most time staring at Jasper's cock, but that had been true since the very first time he'd seen Jasper naked.

Jasper cleared his throat. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

Edward looked up briefly to see him smirking. "You," he breathed, nearly overcome as the sun moved through the leaves to spotlight Jasper's erection.

Jasper chuckled. "How about you suck now and look later, hmm? I'm told we have plenty of time."

"Sure," Edward breathed, only half-listening as he stared in adoration.

Jasper feigned a cough in another attempt to catch Edward's attention.

"Mmmhmmm..." Edward hummed, newly absorbed in Jasper's abdomen, which had clenched delightfully with his cough.

"Edward!"

"Huh? Wha—?" Edward looked up.

Jasper sighed. "Look with your lips, not your eyes, please."

Edward decided Jasper had a point. He was ready for a close-up view anyway. And so Edward found himself on his knees before Jasper.

"Don't move," Edward reminded him, before reaching to preemptively steady Jasper's hips in the event of unintentional bucking he was sure would be forthcoming.

He was right. Jasper barely contained himself when Edward's mouth was finally wrapped around him. And when Edward began using his practiced tongue to its fullest potential, Jasper's tenuous hold began to slip.

"Edward! Edward, Edward, Edward, Oh, Edward! Edward..."

The forest echoed with the sounds of Edward's slurping and Jasper's cries. It was enough to unsettle a wide range of wildlife within a 5-mile radius.

Jasper intently watched Edward's lips around him, the sun dancing across his bronze hair and features, including the hollowed cheeks that made him absolutely wild with desire.

Jasper's newly heightened senses meant he was quite quickly overcome, and Edward braced his hips in preparation for the approaching orgasm.

Truth be told, it went quite well, Edward acknowledged afterward. They both made it through Jasper's coming uninjured and intact. The trees weren't so lucky, of course. Jasper ripped one from the earth and held it over his head in victory as he came in Edward's mouth. The other he crushed in his fist so it split in two, the top toppling to the forest floor. Clumps of dirt and wood splinters rained down around them as Edward licked Jasper clean while Jasper continued to tremble before him.

Eventually Jasper pulled Edward up to hold him tightly in his arms and kiss him in sated gratitude.

"Can I take care of you now?" Jasper asked, looking down to Edward's cock.

Edward frowned, weighing his options. He was rather interested in a sexual release of his own, especially because there was no longer the need for a condom barrier between Jasper and his venom. But then, the two newly destroyed trees did little to increase his confidence that Jasper should be allowed anywhere near his own wood.

Jasper caught Edward's glance at the uprooted birch and decided he'd better up the ante. "What if we did something that didn't involve my hands?"

Edward bit his lip. "Like what?" He had a few ideas, of course, but he wanted to hear Jasper's suggestions. He decided that if Jasper wanted to watch him jerk off, he could certainly agree to that. But if Jasper wanted more...

Jasper sensed victory. "We could fuck," he said simply.

Edward glanced down at Jasper's cock, which was already hardening again as any vampire's would in the presence of a naked Edward. He looked back up at Jasper, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to ask the question that was suddenly relevant again now that Jasper was also a vampire. "Who...I mean...would I... who would...um...Did you want to...um..."

Jasper took it easy on him. "Next time," he whispered into Edward's ear, nipping at the skin. "I want you to fuck me."

Edward tried not to make his sigh of relief too blatant. As much as he looked forward to exploring everything with Jasper, he was simply too unaccustomed to his body to make Edward comfortable with the idea of trying something new for both of them.

And so, with his own need raging within him, Edward decided to take Jasper up on his offer. Besides, a little danger was sexy.

So he gathered their discarded clothing and picked up Jasper in his arms and took off, his erection leading the way toward the north, where he had earlier passed a perfectly shaped boulder that could serve as a mud-free bed for their passionate loving.

Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly the romantic rose petal strewn bed Edward had envisioned for their first post-change encounter. He supposed he could scatter some pine needles on the rock instead; he thought them much more erotic anyway. And at least the sun was setting, so there was a bit of delightful mood lighting.

When he reached the flat rock, he lay Jasper down on it, with their clothes balled together as a pillow. Jasper reached between his legs and palmed himself as he watch Edward approach cautiously. Edward was just as concerned about the condition of Jasper's genitals as he was his own, but asking Jasper to keep his hands off his own body seemed a bit extreme, even to Edward. So he tried to ignore Jasper's dangerous but enticing actions and instead reached for his own erection, stroking it slowly.

"So, um, we don't need lube or condoms anymore, but a bit of, um, moisture wouldn't be a bad thing," he explained, noting that he should donate their remaining crates of condoms to the local Planned Parenthood. "Venom works well, or so I've been told."

Jasper raised an eyebrow, but to Edward's relief, he didn't ask any questions about the four extremely uncomfortable conversations he'd had with Emmett on the subject.

"Well then, you'd better come here," Jasper said, shifting to his side so he could reach for Edward.

"Uh, no hands, okay?" Edward reminded him.

"Oh, right," he quickly pulled his hand back.

"And, um... you'll be really, really careful?" Edward asked warily.

"Of course," Jasper confirmed solemnly.

Edward nodded and stepped up to the rock, nearly quivering with anticipation as he took himself in hand to guide his body so he could brush his tip against Jasper's lips, tracing the lines of his mouth, feeling for the first time Jasper's flesh directly against his most sensitive skin. Edward decided at that moment that, if there was a heaven, it was completely devoid of latex sheaths. (Other previously banned items included werewolves, piano concertos in C-flat Major, Rosalie's temper, and Coke, for obvious reasons.)

Meanwhile, Jasper peaked his tongue out to taste Edward, who hissed and reached instinctively to Jasper's head. Jasper, however, barely noted the response, as he was busy savoring the Edward's rich flavor as opposed to the rather offensive taste of latex he'd never quite become accustomed to. He then began licking Edward with enthusiasm, and things quickly became a quite sloppy.

Edward stared, completely enraptured as Jasper worked over him, and fully unaware of the fact that he was humming continually - at increasingly high pitches - as Jasper became bolder in terms of force and suction and their mutual excitement grew.

Soon, Jasper's entire mouth and more than a little venomous saliva had coated his entire length and Edward was emitting sounds no longer audible to humans over the age of 30.

Eventually, Edward pulled back regretfully, as Jasper's mouth was such a lovely place to be sans condom, though he knew his ultimate destination would be even better still.

Jasper settled on his back and bent his knees in anticipation, while Edward moved around to the other side of the rock, moistening his fingers as he went.

Once he was settled, Edward started slowly, giving Jasper time to adjust—a little lick of his tongue here, a little massage there, a little press of a finger there, and Jasper was squirming and groaning on his rock, desperately pleading for Edward.

Edward, meanwhile, enjoyed the feel of his mate's solid form. He liked not having to worry constantly that he might crush him or accidentally thrust a little too hard. Just thinking about how he would finally be able to completely let go (something that Edward had never actually managed to do and probably never would), made him so excited that he couldn't wait any longer. He knelt on the rock between Jasper's legs.

"So, ready Jasper? Great! I'm just gonna, well, you know what I'm gonna do, so um, hold on tight. To the rock, I mean, not your, um, yourself, because you don't want to, you know, damage anything..." he babbled as he got into position.

Jasper would have looked at Edward like he was crazy at that point, except the overeager Edward had already decided enough was enough and had begun enter his happy place, also known as Jasper's ass. So all Jasper was able to do was utter a beautifully drawn out "Fuuuuuuuuuck" in response, as he felt for the first time, Every. Single. Thing.

Edward simply marveled at the reactions of Jasper's new body as it gripped him with unprecedented strength. That is, until he decided to really take Jasper out for a ride for the first time, at which point he fucked him so hard that both of them lost the ability to do much besides gasp and groan and cry out rather nonsensical phrases to the heavens.

Jasper would swear later that at one point Edward mumbled something about Jasper's ass "being better than fucking Velcro," which, being familiar with the texture of Velcro, Jasper had sort of assumed had always been the case, even when he was human.

And Edward, for his part, was quite certain that Jasper had actually said either "copulate with me harder" or "give me your grain-filled tower" at one point in ancient Akkadian.

At some point it might be suggested that it was a good thing the two of them were cute.

Regardless, they enjoyed each other's company so much, that when Edward came with a final thrust and Jasper came across his stomach, they merely made out for two and a half minutes before Edward was ready to go again, at which point, Jasper got on his hands and knees and Edward slammed into him from behind with abandon.

The finally stopped sometime just after midnight, when their boulder-turned-bed had been so severely decimated it was impossible to continue what with the uncomfortable angles and the small stone fragments that threatened to become lodged in places Edward was rather they didn't.

When Jasper finally climbed off Edward, he saw for the first time in the moonlight the destructive capabilities of their venom. Patches of nearby grass were deadened and a chunk of moss was completely burned through. And there was one small bush that would never recover from where Edward had wiped his hand on the leaves at one point.

"That's what you did to my ass?" he gaped at Edward, pointing at the ground.

"Well, you wanted me to!" he said defensively.

"I just...wow. I had no idea. It's different reading about it in a legal document compared to seeing it first hand, I guess." Jasper shook his head as he pulled Edward to him, to kiss him. But before Edward could utter yet another apology, Jasper silenced him with a kiss. "I love you."

Edward echoed the sentiment before suggesting they head back home to shower, as he managed to get quite a bit of dirt under his nails and not a little cum in his hair.

And so the two ran back to Forks, naked and thoroughly decorated with their own poison, but at least their genitals were completely intact.