Happiest of birthdays to Naelany. I’m not one to write things like this but, for you, I tried. I hope you had a fabulous birthday and that this makes you smile, maybe just a little bit.
Thank you to oOza for finding the missing word and to IzzyHeartsRob for saying she’d rather read this than cry on her birthday.
Edward liked to think that Jasper tasted like summer. When he licked across the model’s skin, it was like everything Edward had ever loved in his entire life was spread over his lover just so he could enjoy him.
The thought came to him, one day, after they finished having sex; during those times, Edward couldn’t count how many times his mouth parted against Jasper’s flushed skin, but the taste never settled in his mind. When Jasper was already half-asleep, body calm and pliant, Edward leaned over and pressed a kiss to the area behind Jasper’s ear. His tongue slipped out quickly to taste and knew what flavors burst into his mouth.
It had been nearly a month since they’d seen each other. Jasper spent the beginning of September in South Africa for a photo shoot and Edward left for San Francisco two days before he returned. There were phone calls and text messages and e-mails and it was enough to get them through the weeks apart.
In the middle of lunch on the second to last day in California, Edward checked his e-mail while a fellow architect stood by his temporary desk, still talking about the meeting they just left. Edward laughed but the sound faded away as the picture from Jasper loaded. He swallowed and blinked and wondered if anyone would notice if he left that night instead of the following morning.
It was worth it. The extra meeting, the loss of flyer miles in order to change the flight, and a red-eye – it was all worth it.
Edward was practically dead on his feet as he unlocked the door to the Manhattan apartment they shared. It was quiet but there was a set of keys on the counter next to Jasper’s Blackberry. Leaving his suitcase by the door, Edward toed off his shoes and socks and dropped his keys next to Jasper’s before he made his way down the short hallway.
He was in the bedroom, lounging on the bed in a pair of loose pants, looking like he just woke up. The clock on the bedside table glared 7:53 so it was possible. The bed dipped under Edward’s weight; Jasper twisted at the sudden movement and opened his mouth to speak but then there was wet heat on his shoulder as Edward mouthed his skin.
“Edward,” he said in a strangle voice. Without stopping, Edward’s eyelids flickered to look up at Jasper. “What are you doing back already? Wasn’t your flight for tonight?”
Smiling, Edward licked away a tiny bead of sweat from Jasper’s neck, just beneath the hairline. “You sent me one of the safari proofs,” was all he said before he leaned in some more. The tip of his tongue trailed over the tendons in Jasper’s neck. His teeth grazed softly over his collarbone before he smoothed his lips over it, relieving the red marks that appeared. “I wanted to see if the real thing was just as good or if it was all airbrushed.” The air from Edward’s words hit the expanse of skin that was Jasper’s shirtless body. Edward licked the space where neck met shoulder and felt the cold metal of Jasper’s chain, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his still-awakening body. “I wanted to taste you all over.”
Jasper leaned back on one hand and brought his other hand up to curl his fingers around the collar of Edward’s shirt. He tugged until Edward’s face was even with his and pressed a kiss to his lips. “So taste me.”
With a sparkle in his eye, Edward reached up to cover Jasper’s hand and pulled the fingers from the fabric. Eyes locked on Jasper’s, Edward brought their joined hands up to his mouth and slid his tongue in the spaces between his fingers, loving the groans that filled the room. Letting go, Edward moved his mouth back to the arch of Jasper’s shoulder, down the smooth expanse of a muscled bicep, then back up before he began leaving soft, fluttering kisses across his upper back. His tongue traced the lines of muscles, the tip tasting the skin that reminded him of sweet summer peaches and family vacation in Georgia.
Shifting his body, Jasper arched his back. The movement made his muscles more defined and Edward scraped his teeth against the skin covering hardness. Feather light touches made their way up Jasper’s arms and back down the sides of his body, pads pressing into a lean waist. Edward moved a hand along the ruffled comforter until he found Jasper’s right hand. He felt the metal of a ring beneath his palm and brushed a finger over it. In response, Jasper let out a deep sigh that resonated from within.
“You taste like the sun,” Edward murmured against slightly-wet skin. Still covering Jasper’s hand with his own, he moved and ran his tongue down the curve of Jasper’s spine, the tiny ridges of bone seeming to move beneath Edward’s mouth. He stopped at the center of his back to swirl heat over the tanned skin.
He pulled away for a moment and his hands curved over Jasper’s shoulders. He pulled him down, twisted his body so that Jasper lay on his stomach, and swirled circles of nothing over his back. Open-mouthed kisses replaced the tracing of shapes.
“Sweet,” Edward said lowly as his hands splayed the bottom half of Jasper’s back. “Sweet the way the sun always feels in the dead of winter.” He stopped talking to lick the black ink etched between prominent shoulder blades. “But right here,” he continued, “it’s spicy and hot, the way the sun feels in the summer.”
Without a warning, Edward straddled the backs of Jasper’s legs. As he leaned down, his hands held onto Jasper’s hips; he breathed hot air on the already-heated skin beneath him. Stretching out over Jasper’s back, Edward kissed the space behind his ear, dug his fingers into flesh. Beneath him, Jasper writhed but found he couldn’t get away from the tight hold he was in.
“Shh,” Edward shushed him, the sound seeping into skin. A trail of wet heat started at the back of Jasper’s neck and traveled down until Edward met a pair of boxer shorts. “Lift up,” he instructed and as Jasper did as he was told, the soft cotton was pulled down his legs and discarded onto the floor.
Perfect teeth bit into the flesh above Jasper’s ass. “Don’t stop,” he mumbled through clenched teeth.
“Oh, I won’t.” His tone was deep and it sent a shiver up Jasper’s body. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at the wink Edward sent him before the head of messy hair dipped lower.
Jasper turned his head back into the bed, burying his face, when he felt Edward’s tongue flick over his body’s opening. Muffled groans surrounded the two bodies as Edward’s fingers skimmed over smooth skin as his tongue dipped deeper. Jasper’s body moved back into the touch; the sheets twisted in a tight grip and he let out a long, guttural moan when he felt fingers press against him.
He wanted it. He needed Edward’s fingers, his tongue, his dick. He wanted it all.
As if Edward knew what he was thinking, he slid two slick fingers into Jasper’s body. He pushed himself up on both hands at Edward’s touch, a slight shock to his system after a month of intimacy with just his hand. A warm hand slid around Jasper’s stomach to pull him completely on his knees.
“You okay?” he murmured into his ear. Jasper nodded and trembled when Edward’s teeth tugged at the lobe of his ear. “Good,” he said. “You taste so good.” His fingers left Jasper’s body, leaving him feeling empty, but he just leaned back against Edward’s body as he leaned around Jasper to the side table. There was a moment of shuffling and muttering, and Jasper almost laughed when Edward nearly knocked over the items on the table with the force of slamming the drawer shut.
More seconds of fumbling and then Edward pressed two warm, slick fingers back into Jasper’s body while he mouthed the base of his spine. “Do you want me?” he said against Jasper’s back when he added a third finger.
Jasper managed to grunt out a “Yes, fuck.” A feeling of emptiness came over him and Jasper looked over his shoulder to see Edward ripping open the condom and sliding it on.
Pushing Jasper forward gently so that he was supporting himself on his hands and knees, Edward leaned down to brush the hair at the nape of Jasper’s neck with his lips. His hands held Jasper’s hips as he pushed forward. Beneath him, Jasper’s hands curled into the sheets and he tugged so hard that the fabric came loose from the corners of the bed.
Jasper groaned at the pressure Edward gave him. His back arched sharply against deep, long strokes anchored by strong hands at his waist. Curses and names filled the stuffy air in the room but neither cared who was saying what. It could have been Edward who was trying in vain to hold Jasper still under him or it could have been Jasper who had grabbed a pillow to hold onto as his body moved against the tangled sheets.
They moved against each other, losing track of time. Their bodies ebbed and flowed like currents in the ocean, each one trying to take more from the other. Edward’s hand snaked its way around Jasper’s body and down until he was fisting his cock in an unmatched rhythm of the thrusts. Tightened bodies, strained muscles that ached for more and begged for release, and with all the stimulation, fire rushed through Jasper’s veins, doubling when the rough scratch of Edward’s tongue tasted the flex of his spine again.
One, two, three, four thrusts, hard and deep and Edward came. He froze, his body curved over Jasper’s, until he felt a loosening in his limbs. He pulled out of Jasper, still tasting the sweat of his back on his tongue. Running a hand over Jasper’s ass in a soothing motion, he paused just long enough to let him turn over beneath him so they were staring at each other. Edward got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, stripping himself of the condom before he started the shower. Jasper’s body heat surrounded him only seconds after the water began running.
“So,” he said. “All that because of a photo I sent you?”
Edward laughed and stepped into the glass shower, pulling Jasper in after him. The water was still warming up but the coolness was refreshing over their skin. “Well, you looked good in it.” He leaned in and kissed sweat and water off of Jasper’s mouth. He pulled away and lowered himself to mouth the muscular curve of a shoulder. “You taste sweet, you know that?”
“You’re crazy,” Jasper said with a shake of his head. Edward smiled and they maneuvered around each other until Jasper was beneath the spray and Edward stared at his back. He placed an open hand over the ink he saw and leaned in again to taste it. Even there, where a black tribal sun rested between shoulder blades, Edward tasted warmth and peaches and sweet tea.
that was both sweet and unf! Thank you so much, bb. And yes, you definitely made me smile ;-)
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