Twilight [Edward/Jasper] - Break
Title: Break
Author: sodapopsound
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Edward/Jasper
Warnings: S E X :O
Summary: Control is a hard thing to maintain when you’re designed to destroy.
Break
The words on the page blur and even Jasper can’t read them quickly enough as a sudden rush of air flips the pages of his book, sending them flying forward. He inhales the intoxicating scent permeating the air and glances up from the novel. His gold eyes are steady and his expression is neutral.
“You’re early,” Jasper comments, offhand. He doesn't expect a response, so when Edward says nothing he simply returns his attention to the book. He flips back to the last page he had read and pretends not to notice the thickening emotions in the atmosphere - the crisp quality of impatience and the silky sensation of lust. They tease at his mind as he pretends to read the words in his book. His thoughts are drifting though, wandering under the influence of Edward’s impatience and lust.
Edward says nothing and the silence remains for Jasper.
Jasper’s hand slowly teases at the button of his jeans. If it weren’t a known fact that his species provides him great dexterity, the action could even be perceived as fumbling. But it’s not. He bites his bottom lip, tugs the flesh between his teeth and his eyes smolder as the button pops loose.
A wave of lust crashes over Jasper and he draws in a pleasantly surprised breath out of habit. He lifts his gaze to Edward and is not the least bit surprised at the hungry gleam in the other vampire’s eyes. It seems Edward is enjoying his thoughts.
“Did Bella wake early again?” Jasper asks in a formal tone though his eyes glint mischievously.
Edward growls, the sound a low rolling rumble in his chest, and steps forward. “Nightmares,” he explains thickly, taking the book from Jasper’s hand and setting it aside.
His finger skims the waistband of his briefs, trailing just beneath the band and tingling over his skin. His other hand comes to rest on his jawline, fingers brushing over his lips and dragging at them. He reaches deeper into his pantline, hand hitting a thick patch of curls and whispering across the base of his cock. He pants out a thick heavy breath and bites the finger in his mouth.
“Jasper,” Edward breathes out the warning and sits on the loveseat alongside the other vampire. Their shoulders bump and Jasper can’t resist closing his eyes and increasing the viscous atmosphere of frustration and desire that is whirling about him.
“Edward,” he responds seriously, with a small nod of his head. The perfect gentleman.
“Where’s Alice?” The question is heavy on Edward’s tongue and Jasper doesn’t need to be able to feel the ambience of his emotions to know that he expects a certain answer.
Jasper laughs, a deep strum of sound, and folds his hands politely in his lap. “She’s decided to make herself scarce this evening,” he informs Edward candidly, “She saw something earlier that left her... needing some alone time.” He chooses his words carefully and feels a bolt of expectation that isn't his own shiver down his spine.
A warm finger follows the shiver’s trail, tracking the bumps down his back. The touch ghosts over his skin like a murmur. Jasper shudders involuntarily as Edward’s fingers go as low as they can.
Jasper bites back a whimper and feels the ricochet of the stab of lust it gives Edward.
In a movement so quick the human eye would struggle to even register it, Edward has Jasper sprawled on his back, pinned to the loveseat. A thrilling dash of anticipation curls in Jasper’s stomach as he stares up into Edward’s eyes, which have grown darker now.
“You’re hungry,” Jasper whispers as he wraps his legs around Edward’s slender hips, rocking up to brush his growing arousal across the other vampire’s.
Gliding his hand up the length of his cock, Jasper sucks in a breath and, painfully slow, dances his fingertips along the head of his member, catching drips of pre-cum on the digits. His hand curls around the top of his length at a deliberately measured pace before slithering down the lengt-
“Jasper,” Edward growls, breaking into Jasper’s thoughts - quite rudely actually. Jasper blinks in innocence and lifts his eyebrows in a display of honest inquiry.
“Yes?” he asks with a hint of a smirk on his features. His hands reach up to curl around Edward’s shoulders and he pulls the man closer. Their lips brush in a teasing kiss.
“Keep your thoughts on me,” Edward demands and his tongue flits out to sashay along the crease of Jasper’s lips.
Jasper opens his mouth obediently and lifts his head a tiny fraction, closing the distance between them. The kiss starts soft because Edward has become gentle by habit. His fear of breaking Bella has established itself in Edward’s subconscious and become an instinct.
Jasper breaks away from the kiss and his hands trail down Edward’s back. “Stop peaking if you don’t want to see them,” he retorts and his eyes gleam with challenge.
Make me think of you.
Something about Edward’s personality makes it hard for him to turn and look the other way when a trial is placed before him on a silver platter. His eyes become black as he hears the thought and all bets are off.
Just as Jasper wants them to be.
Gentle is fine when you’re trying not to break a human but Jasper is neither breakable nor human.
With a bright tearing noise, Edward rips through Jasper’s shirt and the atmosphere makes the tiny shift between desire and aggression. Pale skin glimmers in the moonlight streaming through the windows and Edward impulsively scatters kisses over Jasper’s chest like tiny dots of colour on a finger painting. He licks at the soldier’s scars and brings his hands up to trail over them, nails scraping against the silver skin.
If Jasper were human the force would have gutted him. He moans loud and guttural. Nothing about sex should be soft, especially the sounds.
Edward grunts his agreement at that sentiment and sits back on his calves, his eyes fixed on the button of Jasper’s pants.
“Do it,” he orders gruffly, nodding his head at the button.
Jasper’s expression is cool and blank as he surveys Edward a moment. He agrees instantly to the command in his head but holds off a second.
Let Edward squirm a bit, he thinks, enjoying the darkening of the other’s expression.
“Now.”
Jasper says nothing in response, instead choosing to allow the steely taste of patience to push back and overcome Edward’s insistence. The man’s expression relaxes and a flicker of irritation ghosts over his eyes.
Jasper is pleased as he watches the other vampire wait without complaint when, slower than a children’s snail race, he leads his hand down the length of his body. Edward’s eyes track the progression, unblinking, and he makes no move to hurry Jasper’s pace.
The blond drops his chin in a small nod of acknowledgement at Edward’s unwilling cooperation. His lips, which are still void of a smile, war with the amusement in his eyes.
“That’s better,” he states and leisurely pops open the button on his jeans.
Edward’s jaw tightens.
Patience is not always accompanied by calmness.
But Jasper enjoys watching Edward squirm and so he draws the mood out a bit longer. Long enough to draw his zipper down and push his briefs out of the way.
His cock springs free of the constraints his clothing provided and Edward licks his lips without even realizing it.
Desire. Need. Urgency.
Jasper takes away his influence and is winded with the strength of Edward’s emotions. His eyes widen as he is flipped onto his stomach and his pants are ripped from his body. He is completely naked now, exposed to Edward.
There’s no need for preparation here so Edward slips painlessly into Jasper with a heavy grunt. He shoves against the vampire below him and Jasper finds his hands clawing at the loveseat’s arm as warm feeling pools in his groin.
Edward’s member flicks teasingly at Jasper’s prostate and an overwhelming sensation of pleasure coils in the smaller vampire’s stomach. He groans, the sound long low and stretched out as Edward pulls away before slamming back into him. Jasper’s body is rocked forward and his cock drags along the leather of the loveseat, drawing a hiss from his parted lips.
“Edward,” Jasper murmurs, tight and hard, as strong hands roam over the length of his back.
There’s no holding back. No fear. Just senseless overwhelming pounding.
Edward thrusts into Jasper with so much force he might as well have hurtled at the vampire’s ass and the distinct sound of splintering echoes in the air, dancing over the conjoined noises of their pleasure.
Jasper buries his face into the sofa and bites hard on the material as Edward pounds into him again. His grip on the sofa’s arm is uncompromising and the force of Edward’s movement causes Jasper to push the armrest right off the loveseat with a resounding snap. He tosses the broken piece of furniture to the side and reaches around behind himself, grasping Edward’s hips.
Large warm hands tangle in Jasper’s thick blond locks of hair and strong fingers dig into his scalp. The smaller man tosses out a strangled growl and the bolts of pleasure searing his nerves begin to build. Edward’s grip tightens and his pace quickens.
The legs of the loveseat begin to creak, splintering under the force of their sex.
Jasper starts panting under Edward's ministrations even though he has no need for air and he pulls the other tighter to him. The warmth in his stomach coils up like a snake preparing to strike. It tightens and he can feel his entire body squeezing and stiffening in anticipation. Edward chokes on a snarl and the sound reverberates through Jasper’s body, poking at the snake and the beast springs forward, striking, and Jasper can hardly think as his mind goes black with gratification.
Edward’s movements halt and he joins in Jasper’s orgasm, his hands tightening around the other’s head so to the point where it nearly causes pain.
The moment ends and Edward collapses on top of Jasper in a heap of pleasure. The action is completely learned on Edward’s part. Jasper does it out of habit from his life as a human. Edward does it because it intrigues him and because he would feel out of place doing anything different when Jasper is so content to act boneless and lethargic.
Eventually he pulls out of Jasper, standing and doing up his pants. His clothes stayed on the whole time. Jasper rolls onto his side and examines Edward with a hard expression of condemnation.
No clothes next time.
The thought is a warning and receives a scoff in response. “Really Jasper,” Edward intones with amused scepticism.
Jasper eyes him carefully, not liking the arrogance in his tone. He pointedly considers toying with Edward next time, using more than impatience to bend the vampire to his will. Thoughts and emotions rush Edward, pelting at him like tiny bullets.
The superiority is gone in an instant, replaced with a put out scowl. Jasper’s eyes lighten and he relaxes his head in the palm of his head, watching the other man carefully - waiting for the response he expects.
Edward glares at Jasper and remains still as a statue. More images and emotional torture ideas bombard his thoughts mercilessly. A low growl resonates deep in his chest.
“Fine,” Edward murmurs crisply and stares at Jasper with narrowed eyes.
They’re both still and - for the most part - silent (Jasper’s thoughts continue to drone through Edward’s head, less intrusive now) as they observe each other. The sticky sensation of Edward’s discomfort clings to Jasper, overtaking his own feelings of relaxed pleasantness.
This part is always strange for Edward, Jasper observes with mild interest. Neither of them ever quite knows what to say when the sex has passed. Thank you feels too formal and simply leaving is disgustingly rude. Unfortunately for Edward, as Jasper is content to simply stay in the room and lounge, the discomfort and awkward feelings are his alone - until he decides to share them, that is.
Edward shifts awkwardly, a human habit he has adopted to blend in, and Jasper watches. He is ultimately unaffected by the situation as per usual.
In the end, it’s always Jasper that saves Edward from an eternity of the clammy sensation of discomfort and adopted human habits like shuffling and fidgeting as he tries to find a way to leave.
Jasper opts to dip his head in a shallow nod this time and reaches for his book. The dismissal is polite and clear. Edward is gone by the time Jasper’s fingers have curled around the paperback.
Sighing pleasantly, Jasper opens the novel, catching sight of the tossed aside broken armrest from the corner of his eye. Smiling at the damage, Jasper can’t help but feel glad for Bella’s fragile nature.
After all, he rather enjoys being broken when Edward can no longer control his destructive nature.
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AN: This is my first Jasper/Edward fic! Gosh I love this pairing! Not only are they delicious eye candy but the potential for UST and RST is brainbreaking! I would love to hear what you guys think, especially in regards to characterization! I think the Jasper in my head is more silent and sparing with words than most authors’ Jasper but... I hope it comes off okay! <3
Author: sodapopsound
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Edward/Jasper
Warnings: S E X :O
Summary: Control is a hard thing to maintain when you’re designed to destroy.
Break
The words on the page blur and even Jasper can’t read them quickly enough as a sudden rush of air flips the pages of his book, sending them flying forward. He inhales the intoxicating scent permeating the air and glances up from the novel. His gold eyes are steady and his expression is neutral.
“You’re early,” Jasper comments, offhand. He doesn't expect a response, so when Edward says nothing he simply returns his attention to the book. He flips back to the last page he had read and pretends not to notice the thickening emotions in the atmosphere - the crisp quality of impatience and the silky sensation of lust. They tease at his mind as he pretends to read the words in his book. His thoughts are drifting though, wandering under the influence of Edward’s impatience and lust.
Edward says nothing and the silence remains for Jasper.
Jasper’s hand slowly teases at the button of his jeans. If it weren’t a known fact that his species provides him great dexterity, the action could even be perceived as fumbling. But it’s not. He bites his bottom lip, tugs the flesh between his teeth and his eyes smolder as the button pops loose.
A wave of lust crashes over Jasper and he draws in a pleasantly surprised breath out of habit. He lifts his gaze to Edward and is not the least bit surprised at the hungry gleam in the other vampire’s eyes. It seems Edward is enjoying his thoughts.
“Did Bella wake early again?” Jasper asks in a formal tone though his eyes glint mischievously.
Edward growls, the sound a low rolling rumble in his chest, and steps forward. “Nightmares,” he explains thickly, taking the book from Jasper’s hand and setting it aside.
His finger skims the waistband of his briefs, trailing just beneath the band and tingling over his skin. His other hand comes to rest on his jawline, fingers brushing over his lips and dragging at them. He reaches deeper into his pantline, hand hitting a thick patch of curls and whispering across the base of his cock. He pants out a thick heavy breath and bites the finger in his mouth.
“Jasper,” Edward breathes out the warning and sits on the loveseat alongside the other vampire. Their shoulders bump and Jasper can’t resist closing his eyes and increasing the viscous atmosphere of frustration and desire that is whirling about him.
“Edward,” he responds seriously, with a small nod of his head. The perfect gentleman.
“Where’s Alice?” The question is heavy on Edward’s tongue and Jasper doesn’t need to be able to feel the ambience of his emotions to know that he expects a certain answer.
Jasper laughs, a deep strum of sound, and folds his hands politely in his lap. “She’s decided to make herself scarce this evening,” he informs Edward candidly, “She saw something earlier that left her... needing some alone time.” He chooses his words carefully and feels a bolt of expectation that isn't his own shiver down his spine.
A warm finger follows the shiver’s trail, tracking the bumps down his back. The touch ghosts over his skin like a murmur. Jasper shudders involuntarily as Edward’s fingers go as low as they can.
Jasper bites back a whimper and feels the ricochet of the stab of lust it gives Edward.
In a movement so quick the human eye would struggle to even register it, Edward has Jasper sprawled on his back, pinned to the loveseat. A thrilling dash of anticipation curls in Jasper’s stomach as he stares up into Edward’s eyes, which have grown darker now.
“You’re hungry,” Jasper whispers as he wraps his legs around Edward’s slender hips, rocking up to brush his growing arousal across the other vampire’s.
Gliding his hand up the length of his cock, Jasper sucks in a breath and, painfully slow, dances his fingertips along the head of his member, catching drips of pre-cum on the digits. His hand curls around the top of his length at a deliberately measured pace before slithering down the lengt-
“Jasper,” Edward growls, breaking into Jasper’s thoughts - quite rudely actually. Jasper blinks in innocence and lifts his eyebrows in a display of honest inquiry.
“Yes?” he asks with a hint of a smirk on his features. His hands reach up to curl around Edward’s shoulders and he pulls the man closer. Their lips brush in a teasing kiss.
“Keep your thoughts on me,” Edward demands and his tongue flits out to sashay along the crease of Jasper’s lips.
Jasper opens his mouth obediently and lifts his head a tiny fraction, closing the distance between them. The kiss starts soft because Edward has become gentle by habit. His fear of breaking Bella has established itself in Edward’s subconscious and become an instinct.
Jasper breaks away from the kiss and his hands trail down Edward’s back. “Stop peaking if you don’t want to see them,” he retorts and his eyes gleam with challenge.
Make me think of you.
Something about Edward’s personality makes it hard for him to turn and look the other way when a trial is placed before him on a silver platter. His eyes become black as he hears the thought and all bets are off.
Just as Jasper wants them to be.
Gentle is fine when you’re trying not to break a human but Jasper is neither breakable nor human.
With a bright tearing noise, Edward rips through Jasper’s shirt and the atmosphere makes the tiny shift between desire and aggression. Pale skin glimmers in the moonlight streaming through the windows and Edward impulsively scatters kisses over Jasper’s chest like tiny dots of colour on a finger painting. He licks at the soldier’s scars and brings his hands up to trail over them, nails scraping against the silver skin.
If Jasper were human the force would have gutted him. He moans loud and guttural. Nothing about sex should be soft, especially the sounds.
Edward grunts his agreement at that sentiment and sits back on his calves, his eyes fixed on the button of Jasper’s pants.
“Do it,” he orders gruffly, nodding his head at the button.
Jasper’s expression is cool and blank as he surveys Edward a moment. He agrees instantly to the command in his head but holds off a second.
Let Edward squirm a bit, he thinks, enjoying the darkening of the other’s expression.
“Now.”
Jasper says nothing in response, instead choosing to allow the steely taste of patience to push back and overcome Edward’s insistence. The man’s expression relaxes and a flicker of irritation ghosts over his eyes.
Jasper is pleased as he watches the other vampire wait without complaint when, slower than a children’s snail race, he leads his hand down the length of his body. Edward’s eyes track the progression, unblinking, and he makes no move to hurry Jasper’s pace.
The blond drops his chin in a small nod of acknowledgement at Edward’s unwilling cooperation. His lips, which are still void of a smile, war with the amusement in his eyes.
“That’s better,” he states and leisurely pops open the button on his jeans.
Edward’s jaw tightens.
Patience is not always accompanied by calmness.
But Jasper enjoys watching Edward squirm and so he draws the mood out a bit longer. Long enough to draw his zipper down and push his briefs out of the way.
His cock springs free of the constraints his clothing provided and Edward licks his lips without even realizing it.
Desire. Need. Urgency.
Jasper takes away his influence and is winded with the strength of Edward’s emotions. His eyes widen as he is flipped onto his stomach and his pants are ripped from his body. He is completely naked now, exposed to Edward.
There’s no need for preparation here so Edward slips painlessly into Jasper with a heavy grunt. He shoves against the vampire below him and Jasper finds his hands clawing at the loveseat’s arm as warm feeling pools in his groin.
Edward’s member flicks teasingly at Jasper’s prostate and an overwhelming sensation of pleasure coils in the smaller vampire’s stomach. He groans, the sound long low and stretched out as Edward pulls away before slamming back into him. Jasper’s body is rocked forward and his cock drags along the leather of the loveseat, drawing a hiss from his parted lips.
“Edward,” Jasper murmurs, tight and hard, as strong hands roam over the length of his back.
There’s no holding back. No fear. Just senseless overwhelming pounding.
Edward thrusts into Jasper with so much force he might as well have hurtled at the vampire’s ass and the distinct sound of splintering echoes in the air, dancing over the conjoined noises of their pleasure.
Jasper buries his face into the sofa and bites hard on the material as Edward pounds into him again. His grip on the sofa’s arm is uncompromising and the force of Edward’s movement causes Jasper to push the armrest right off the loveseat with a resounding snap. He tosses the broken piece of furniture to the side and reaches around behind himself, grasping Edward’s hips.
Large warm hands tangle in Jasper’s thick blond locks of hair and strong fingers dig into his scalp. The smaller man tosses out a strangled growl and the bolts of pleasure searing his nerves begin to build. Edward’s grip tightens and his pace quickens.
The legs of the loveseat begin to creak, splintering under the force of their sex.
Jasper starts panting under Edward's ministrations even though he has no need for air and he pulls the other tighter to him. The warmth in his stomach coils up like a snake preparing to strike. It tightens and he can feel his entire body squeezing and stiffening in anticipation. Edward chokes on a snarl and the sound reverberates through Jasper’s body, poking at the snake and the beast springs forward, striking, and Jasper can hardly think as his mind goes black with gratification.
Edward’s movements halt and he joins in Jasper’s orgasm, his hands tightening around the other’s head so to the point where it nearly causes pain.
The moment ends and Edward collapses on top of Jasper in a heap of pleasure. The action is completely learned on Edward’s part. Jasper does it out of habit from his life as a human. Edward does it because it intrigues him and because he would feel out of place doing anything different when Jasper is so content to act boneless and lethargic.
Eventually he pulls out of Jasper, standing and doing up his pants. His clothes stayed on the whole time. Jasper rolls onto his side and examines Edward with a hard expression of condemnation.
No clothes next time.
The thought is a warning and receives a scoff in response. “Really Jasper,” Edward intones with amused scepticism.
Jasper eyes him carefully, not liking the arrogance in his tone. He pointedly considers toying with Edward next time, using more than impatience to bend the vampire to his will. Thoughts and emotions rush Edward, pelting at him like tiny bullets.
The superiority is gone in an instant, replaced with a put out scowl. Jasper’s eyes lighten and he relaxes his head in the palm of his head, watching the other man carefully - waiting for the response he expects.
Edward glares at Jasper and remains still as a statue. More images and emotional torture ideas bombard his thoughts mercilessly. A low growl resonates deep in his chest.
“Fine,” Edward murmurs crisply and stares at Jasper with narrowed eyes.
They’re both still and - for the most part - silent (Jasper’s thoughts continue to drone through Edward’s head, less intrusive now) as they observe each other. The sticky sensation of Edward’s discomfort clings to Jasper, overtaking his own feelings of relaxed pleasantness.
This part is always strange for Edward, Jasper observes with mild interest. Neither of them ever quite knows what to say when the sex has passed. Thank you feels too formal and simply leaving is disgustingly rude. Unfortunately for Edward, as Jasper is content to simply stay in the room and lounge, the discomfort and awkward feelings are his alone - until he decides to share them, that is.
Edward shifts awkwardly, a human habit he has adopted to blend in, and Jasper watches. He is ultimately unaffected by the situation as per usual.
In the end, it’s always Jasper that saves Edward from an eternity of the clammy sensation of discomfort and adopted human habits like shuffling and fidgeting as he tries to find a way to leave.
Jasper opts to dip his head in a shallow nod this time and reaches for his book. The dismissal is polite and clear. Edward is gone by the time Jasper’s fingers have curled around the paperback.
Sighing pleasantly, Jasper opens the novel, catching sight of the tossed aside broken armrest from the corner of his eye. Smiling at the damage, Jasper can’t help but feel glad for Bella’s fragile nature.
After all, he rather enjoys being broken when Edward can no longer control his destructive nature.
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AN: This is my first Jasper/Edward fic! Gosh I love this pairing! Not only are they delicious eye candy but the potential for UST and RST is brainbreaking! I would love to hear what you guys think, especially in regards to characterization! I think the Jasper in my head is more silent and sparing with words than most authors’ Jasper but... I hope it comes off okay! <3