~Chapter Thirteen~
JPOV
“Are you being safe?” Mom quizzed
me as I tried to leave the kitchen table.
Now, she was going start talking
now? About this? Of all things? God, woman, I love you dearly, but please let
my food have a chance to settle first!
I slumped back down in my seat. “You ain’t going nowhere,
Jasper,” playing in my head as if I were Gilbert Grape.
“Yes, mom, and
to be honest, we’ve not really done anything that needs us to be safe, if you
know what I mean,” I moaned.
Was I really
having this conversation with my mother at the table?
“Yes, I
understand that, but you can never be too sure, men have a wicked way of
becoming overwhelmed in situations,” she pushed.
No shit!
Overwhelmed guy
sitting right here, mom!
“What your mom
is trying to say, son, is that have you really gotten to know this man, do you
know what he wants from you? And being safe doesn’t mean condoms and lube, it
means being safe with your heart, too,” dad cut in and it was quite nice,
coming from him, apart from the condoms and lube remark.
My mind
wandered back to the stairs and what he told me.
I did not need
to have that in my head.
“Trust me, dad,
I’m fine, we’re fine. We both made a point of not doing much while I was still
with Maggie and I know it sounds wrong of me to even think about doing anything
while I was with her, but I couldn’t stop myself, he’s really taken over a huge
chunk of my life,” I said quietly, desperate for them to understand.
“I get it, son,
I do, you have urges, just like everyone else and we’re proud that you didn’t
betray Maggie’s trust like that, even though she did, in fact, betray yours,”
mom said softly.
My eyes whipped
up to hers. I thought that had been a
private conversation between the two of us.
Huh. Apparently not.
“Yes, Maggie
drank nearly as much as you last night and got quite vocal, even though you
were completely out of it on the floor. Her parents tried to drag her out of
the house, but she just wouldn’t budge. She kept going on and on about how she
had you for the money, Edward for the sex and some poor man named Eric for the
reputation. Quite frankly, I’m glad you didn’t marry the little trollop,” mom
said icily.
Well, this was
a turn of events.
“Okay, on that
note, I’m heading home,” I said with a smirk as I saw mom’s eyes alight with
fire.
I knew if I
stayed, she would have me helping her clean out all the cupboards in the house
while she ranted and fumed about Maggie.
“You’re not
driving, are you?” mom screeched one decibel short of breaking glass.
“No, mom, I’m
not. It’ll only take me awhile to walk home and the fresh air will do me some
good,” I chuckled painfully as my brain decided to let me know that I was still
suffering the after effects of the wine.
“Okay son, just
call or send us a text when you get home, just to shut your mom up,” dad
chuckled as he gave me a hug goodbye. Mom had disappeared to somewhere in the
house and we both cringed as we started to hear things clattering about.
I gave dad a
pity look.
“Tell her I
said goodbye,” I said as I walked out of the house. As I headed down the street, I pulled
my phone out of pocket, to see if I’d missed any calls from Edward, or worse,
to see if I’d tried calling or texting him in my less than gentlemanly state
last night.
I saw that I
had a missed call from Edward, and my heart soared...but first, I checked my
outgoing actions.
TO Sexy: RbtD
eMee
I stared at the
nonsense on my screen, my hand wiping down my face slowly and sliding around to
cup the back of my neck as I muttered ‘what the fuck?’ If he didn’t think I
was a head case before, he most certainly does now, I thought, cringing as
I quickly confirmed that at least this was the only thing I’d sent out.
I was now afraid to listen to
Edward’s message, but I knew I couldn’t ignore it. I pulled it up and hit play, bringing the
phone to my ear. His three words froze
me mid step, not because of the words themselves, but because of the anguish I
could hear in his voice.
Why did he sound so upset? I know our make out session got cut short,
but we’d kissed and I’d left, telling him I’d call him...I hadn’t told him
goodbye. I replayed our last few minutes
together and got a sinking feeling in my gut.
Although I’d known I had every intention of coming back, I could see how
he might be questioning my intentions.
I needed to get home, get showered
and get over to him. He was going to be
ecstatic to hear that she was officially gone, that I was completely free to be
his...if he’d have me.
I dialed up his number, wanting to
tell him that I’d be in his arms in about an hour...and listened to his phone
ring...
“Edward’s phone, this is
Emmett...”
Emmett? Who the fuck is Emmett?
EPOV
Freshly showered and the llama
scraped off my teeth and tongue, I felt much better. I came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped
around my hips to find Emmett sitting on my bed with a smile that said he was
up to no good.
Trust me...I’d seen that smile
enough times in my life, and felt the resulting whipping, to recognize it.
“What?” I hedged.
“What?” he shrugged.
“I know that look...”
“I’m certain I don’t know what
you’re talking about brother dear,” he said with a big cheesy grin.
Yeah, fucker was up to
something.
“Sure you don’t asshole,” I
snapped at him. I wasn’t in a good mood
as I hadn’t heard from Jasper yet. I
went to grab my phone and it was lying on the bed instead of the nightstand,
where I was sure I’d left it.
“Did you move my phone?”
He batted his eyelashes at
me. “Nope.”
“Goddamn it, Emmett. I am so not in the mood for your shit. Get out of here so I can get dressed,” I snarled
as he continued to sit there giving me that shit eating grin. Suddenly I was five years old again and
having a staring contest with my idiot brother.
I wasn’t expecting it when he
suddenly grabbed the sides of my head in his big paws and pulled me forward and
planted a big kiss on me, complete with an exaggerated smooching sound, making
me think of Bugs Bunny. I started
grinning evilly at him.
“Tell me, Bugs, did you sort out
mom?” His brow furrowed as he realized I
was changing the tide on him, but he hadn’t figured out how yet. It was rather amusing.
“Um, yeah, I did...told her I’d
found you lost in your thoughts at the gym so you were just cleaning up real
quick. Dinner’s being put on the table now, so hurry up,” he said, standing to
leave.
“Thanks, Bugs!” He spun around to
look at me and I just grinned at him.
“Yeah, sure. By the way...you...me...we’re going out
tomorrow night,” he announced and strolled out of my room, closing my door
before I could question him.
What I was able to do, and probably
shouldn’t have, was chuck my phone at the door as it closed and proceeded to
watch as it landed on the floor in pieces.
Lots of them.
“Goddamn it! Fucking hell!” I roared out as the brilliance
of my move came to light. I’d just lost
Jasper’s number.
Dinner was cordial...as it usually
was. I tried to participate in the
conversation, but pretty much left it up to
everyone else, just supplying one word answers where I had to. The highlight
was that our sister made the announcement that her baker man had finally done
the job...and she had a bun in the oven.
Mom was over the moon, and I was no longer the focus, nor was Emmett.
I kept reaching for my pocket to
pull my phone out every few minutes, and then would remember it was shattered
upstairs, until Emmett kicked me under the table, pointing out that my behavior
was not normal.
I’d like to see him in this
situation where his head was fucked through alcohol and sex troubles.
Oh, hang on, that was his normal
behavior.
Well, at least if he understood, he
could have been more supportive.
I finally settled on gripping my
security blankie, under the table of course.
Poor guy was feeling neglected and unloved.
I needed Jasper.
~Chapter Fourteen~
JPOV
I needed Edward
and I needed him like yesterday.
After the quick
garbled conversation with who I assumed was his brother, we made plans to go
out tomorrow night and as much as I wanted to, was desperate to in fact, I was
fucking nervous as hell.
All this time
there had been a maggot, I mean Maggie, standing in the way of pretty much
everything we did, but tomorrow night there would be nothing.
Just us two.
And that scared
me because maybe he liked me because of the chase. What if, once he got
me, he would tire of me?
No, it’s
more than that, Jasper. I scolded myself as I walked down the empty street.
I knew that it
was more than that for me, I didn’t know how Edward had felt because all of the
times we had been together, we had other things on our mind than pouring our
hearts out.
Hearts.
Maybe I could
convince him of how I felt and that would make him talk to me, open up, tell me
how he felt.
With a slight
plan hatching in my brain, I walked with a purpose to the store that I needed.
I just prayed to God that they were open.
I wanted to do
this before I saw him next.
I needed him to
see how he made me feel, and I just hoped to
hell he felt the same way. Otherwise, I
was about to do something really stupid.
~*~
“Holy mother of
all that’s holy!” I cried out painfully as it touched my skin.
“I haven’t even
started yet, handsome,” the lady giggled lightly as her gloved hands caressed
my skin.
“A little
warning would have been nice,” I gritted out as she started again.
“Well, how
about you do something to take your mind off of things, find a song you like,
or think about game stats,” she smiled, “or think about sex, that’s always a
good one, have a fantasy while I get busy.” She winked at me.
“I’m gay,” I
blurted out so that she would get the hint, just in case she was trying her
luck.
“Damn, it’s
always the pretty ones,” she giggled as I let out a deep breath before taking
another deep one in.
A perfect song came to mind as I
began singing it lowly through gritted teeth.
You Wanna Feel
I'll Let You Feel
Come Here
Can't Help What Love
Could Do To You
“New Kids on
the Block, that’s a new one for in here, normally it’s some type of grunge
mix,” she mused with a smirk as she carried on her work.
“Mhmm,” I gritted out again.
You With Cuts, Scars, Bruises
Hurt
So What You Like, You Like All
The
Screws, Tattooes, Cool
That I Can Do, You're Telling
You're Telling Me Your
“Why do people get this done?” I
asked painfully. I was happy that it was starting to go numb by this point
through the tiny vibrations, but it still fucking hurt like a bitch.
A Little Bit (little Bit)
Twisted (oohhh)
Can't Feel Your Heart
You Want Me To Twist It (for Ya)
A Little Bit (little Bit)
Twisted (tell Me Where It
Hurts)
Where Does It Hurt
Tell Me Where To Kiss It (kiss
It)
Kiss It (kiss It)
Kiss It (kiss It)
Where Does It Hurt
Tell Me Where To Kiss It
“Art, addiction, you name it and
that’s your answer. You have cute abs by the way,” she smiled again.
How Do You Feel
I Got You Ill
From All The Love
I'll Try Not To Kill Ya
Ya Close Enough But,
You With Cuts, Scars, Bruises
Hurt
So What You Like, You Like All
The
Screws, Tattooes, Cool
That I Can Do, You're Telling
You're Telling Me Your
A Little Bit (little Bit)
Twisted (oohhh)
Can't Feel Your Heart
You Want Me To Twist It (for
Ya)
A Little Bit (little Bit)
Twisted (tell Me Where It
Hurts)
Where Does It Hurt
Tell Me Where To Kiss It (kiss
It)
Kiss It (kiss It)
Kiss It (kiss It)
Where Does It Hurt
Tell Me Where To Kiss It
“How ya
feelin’? You’ve gone almost silent,” her voice broke through my hums to the
song as I thought about all of Edward’s ink.
I’ve decided that he must have
some sort of twisted addiction to having this done.
You Need A Little More
I'll Get You Where You Want
I'll Push You How You Want It
Just Tell Me Where To Pull
You Want It (Harder)
Need It (Harder)
Girl It's (Turnin)
How You (Like It)
Girl (Whatever)
You Been (Missin)
You (Need Me To)
Come And
Twist It For Ya
I'll Come And (Twist It For
Ya)
I'll Even (clean It For Ya)
I'll Hurt Ya (if You Like It)
And Then I'll (kiss It For
Ya...)
“Fuck getting
pierced,” I muttered as she finally finished after what felt like hours. I was
sure there was going to be nothing but raw hamburger in the space she’d been
working on rather than what I’d asked for.
“That’s not too
bad at all, piece of piss compared to ink,” she laughed as she pulled off her
gloves, “just stay there for a bit while I tidy up.” She patted my shoulder as
she stood up from her stool on wheels.
“I’m a wimp, I
really am, I am so surprised that I didn’t pass out,” I tried to joke.
“I used to be
too, until I got my clit pierced, after that, its plain sailing,” she giggled.
“Damn, that
must have hurt,” I mused as I thought about it. That was one hell of an area to
get it done, but saying that, it couldn’t have been too bad if Edward could
have countless ones done around his cock.
His cock.
God I wanted
that piece of him in me. Hell, I’d settle for anything of him in me at the
moment.
“I thought you
said you were gay?” she giggled again as she looked blatantly at my ever
growing cock.
“Boyfriend, I
was thinking about my boyfriend,” I rushed out, completely embarrassed that she
had caught me.
“Oh, tell me
about him,” she pushed as she played around with the stuff on a tray by my
side.
Before I knew
it, I felt like I had poured out my whole life story from Maggie to Edward and
our last couple of days without each other.
“I think I know
him,” she said as she tapped her finger on her
chin. “Now that man has some ink
and bars,” she mused.
“That cock is
mine if you’re thinking about it,” I joked as I clocked the dreamy look in her
eyes.
“I can always
dream, baby,” she smiled.
“True,” I
replied as I sat up and felt a little lightheaded. “Nothing
wrong with dreaming. Sometimes those
dreams come true.” At least, I hoped
they did, after what I just went through.
“So… do you
want anything else doing? Fancy being a rebel for a change?” she hedged and I
looked around.
“I want to be
brave and say yes, but I want sex with him and if I have anything done in my
mouth or south of the border, I’ll be in too much pain,” I smiled, happy that I
could get out of anything else that included a needle.
“Oh don’t be
silly, you could have your ear done, or your
eyebrow, it will look as sexy as hell for Edward, trust me,” she winked and I
was torn. “Or even better,” she eyed me plaintively; “you could let me do your
nipples?”
I really was a
wimp. I shied away from anything that had anything to do with pain, but then I
wanted to see Edward’s reaction to something. Would he like it? Would he be
turned on?
“Can I have my
eyebrow done?” I blurted out before I could back out of having it done.
“Cool, let me
get it sorted out.”
~*~
Half an hour later and I was
walking down the street like an idiot. My chest hurt, my eye hurt and I still
wasn’t exactly over my hangover.
I just wanted
to go home and go to sleep.
Bella, the ink
girl, said that I needed to keep ice on my eye for as long as possible and to
clean it with boiled water and salt, not something I was looking forward to,
but I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want much, if any, swelling to develop
overnight and for it to look like hell when I finally met up with Edward
tomorrow night.
Edward.
I really wanted
that man to fuck my brains out, I really did.
I wanted his
tongue on me, his hands, his cock, I wanted everything with him.
Forever.
~*~
It was time to get ready.
Time to take control of my life...in my own way...do
what I wanted and not what anybody else wanted me to do.
I docked my iPod and cranked my “Party” playlist and
began dancing in place as I stripped down.
I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
That tonight’s gonna be a good night
That tonight’s gonna be a good good night
Tonight’s the night night
I spun and shimmied around my EMPTY pink-free bedroom,
laying out my True Religion jeans, my ‘sexy’ speedo-like skivvies, my bottle of
cherry flavored AnalEaze and the plug Edward had given me as a joke early on.
Sleek steel.
Topped with a pink jewel.
Tonight’s the night
Let’s live it up
I got my money
Lets spend it up
Go out and smash it
Like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Lets get get OFF
I hurried through my shower, ignoring my diamond hard
erection. I toweled off, carefully
patting the new ink and then applying a thin layer of Vaseline over the
top. With my dick bouncing off my thigh,
I walked to my bed and grabbed the supplies.
Laying back and pulling my knees up and wide, I popped
the lube top and applied an ample amount to my fingers and the plug.
My memories flooded my mind of my night with Edward
outside of my car, making my body willingly open to the plug as I slid it home.
I had to take a few minutes to breathe through not
spraying my room in my salted cream.
As soon as I could move, I stood and tucked myself
into the small skivvies, appreciating the way they hugged my nuts and shaped my
dick. I gave a practice walk across the
room to make sure the plug wasn’t going to make me blow then pulled on the jeans,
noticing that they hung a little looser than the last time I’d worn them.
I ducked into the bathroom, spritzed some Cool Water
sparingly over me, including pulling out the waistband of my jeans to hit that
sweet spot right at the base of my dick.
A quick dab of gel through my hair and I was set. I grabbed my phone and my keys and headed out
the door, a swagger in my step and a song on my lips. It was going to be a good night.
Here we come
Here we go
We gotta rock
Easy come
Easy go
Now we on top
Feel the shot
Body rock
Rock it don’t stop
Round and round
Up and down
Around the clock
