Two Person Party by stolenxsanity

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Two Person Party

Pairing: JasperxPeter
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Twilight and all recognizable characters belong to SM.

Erica, I know you told me that I’d better not be writing anything for you since you never finished my birthday fic but did you really expect me to listen? I sure as heck hope not. In fact, I’ve been stressing myself out since June trying to write something for your birthday. There have been a lot of failed attempts that Nae knows all about. Plus, you couldn’t seem to make up your mind on whether you wanted JasPeter or Jalice. So, I wrote both. I love you, ficwife bffl and I wish I could be there with you to celebrate your birthday instead of stuck here in Hawai’i. Hope it’s memorable anyway!

Big thanks to naelany for pre-reading and the prompts and the beta work and SweetDulcinea for beta'ing last minute and doing such a fuckawesome job on it!

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Distance

I watched him from across the room, my eyes taking in his lithe and lanky frame appreciatively. It wasn’t often that my brother could successfully convince me to get out of the house and party with him, but for once, I was thankful that he’d pushed me tonight.

The entire night, my eyes had been on the man that had walked through the door barely fifteen minutes after we had.

He was devastatingly gorgeous, and a very specific, persistent part of my anatomy had certainly taken notice.

Shifting to hide my rather overt and protruding reaction to him, I grimaced.

Imbibe

It wasn’t until an hour later, after I’d downed drink after drink – scotch, neat – that I’d worked up enough courage to ask about him.

“Peter?” Edward had responded as I nodded in the man’s direction, a smirk pulling up one side of his mouth. “He’s single.” A nod followed this statement before my brother turned his dark green eyes on me and raised his eyebrow in question.

“You interested?”

“Would he be?” That, of course, was the crux of the matter. There was no point in pursuing something – someone – if it were unattainable.

“You mean is he gay?” Edward asked.

Happy

Clutching the glass tumbler in my hand, my knuckles white under the strain, I nodded in response.

It felt like the whole evening, and whether or not I enjoyed myself tonight, hung in the balance as I waited for Edward to reply.

“Then he’d definitely be interested.” Edward’s smirk transformed into a full-fledged smile as he clapped me once on the shoulder – a gesture of support – before wandering off to find his girlfriend.

I smiled, too.

After a long moment of indecision and second guessing, I tossed back the drink that I held and placed my cup on the counter.

Over

The crowd was thick, and as I made my way through the mass of grinding, sweaty bodies, I gave myself a pep talk.

It’d been a long while since I’d been with anyone after my last relationship had ended.

My proclivity to withdraw at the drop of a dime was my greatest flaw and it’d been no different when Riley and I had gone our separate ways. It was that character trait that often prompted Edward to include me in his plans, even when I was more prone to declining than accepting.

Now, though, I felt ready to move on.

Bass

The music was loud and pulsing. I could feel the beat course through my body with each step closer to Peter.

He was standing beside the speakers with a beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. I stopped to watch him, briefly, and felt my dick stir in my pants as his lips wrapped around the filter.

I swallowed thickly as I tore my eyes away.

My feet continued to carry me forward and I soon found myself standing in front of Peter, my mouth turned up at the corners as I caught his lingering stare.

Address

“Hey,” he said as he leaned forward, his mouth beside my ear. “I’m Peter.”

“Jasper,” I replied, mimicking his movements while my brow furrowed at the predicament before smoothing out almost as quickly. “Do you want to head outside, talk?” I questioned before tilting my head back and catching the way that his tongue swept across his lower lip.

A wide grin settled on his face as he nodded and gestured for me to lead the way.

I could feel his gaze on my back as we made our way to the front door and I shivered beneath his stare.

Disbelief

“I’ve never seen you around before,” Peter stated as he finished off his cigarette. I followed the thin tendrils of smoke with my eyes as he spoke, contemplative.

“You wouldn’t have,” I said, shrugging nonchalantly with the words. “This isn’t really my scene but my brother – Edward – wouldn’t take no for an answer tonight.”

“Cullen?” Peter asked, smirking. “You’re the younger brother of the famed Edward Cullen?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his words as I answered in the affirmative. My brother was a rather hot commodity around here. Unfortunately, he was also a one woman kind of man.

Anticipation

We talked awhile longer about Edward and, by relation, Bella before the conversation turned.

“So what brings you out tonight?” Peter asked, one eyebrow arched seductively as he looked at me. I bit my lip, smirking inwardly as Peter’s gaze locked on my mouth and his eyes darkened considerably.

“Like I said,” I replied slowly, Peter’s reaction providing me with a confidence that I usually lacked, “he wouldn’t take no for an answer tonight – something of which I’m feeling awfully grateful for right now.”

“Is that so?” I didn’t miss the way that Peter shifted, adjusting himself.

I smiled widely.

Firm

Peter lit another cigarette while we stood out on the front steps. While I normally felt awkward around new people, talking to him seemed natural.

It unnerved me, slightly, but not enough to walk away. I was far too attracted to the man standing across from me to leave.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t yet confident enough to voice these thoughts – to tell Peter that I’d wanted more than just simple conversation when I’d approached him.

Toeing the edge of the top step, I looked out over the yard and startled when I felt a hard, warm body press into my back.

Bold

“If you want me to stop, Jasper, tell me now.” Peter’s voice was low, husky, as he spoke against my ear.

I shivered and leaned back into him, giving myself over to the immediate surge of pleasure that I felt.

“Don’t stop.” The two words were spoken softly as I tilted my head, looking over my shoulder. I shook my head at my inability to say anything more and turned to face Peter, pressing my lips to his in the same moment.

It started off chaste, but soon, we were grasping at each other, groaning as our movements became frantic.

Knowing

“Let’s get out of here,” Peter suggested as he pulled back. His eyes were hooded and I bit back a groan as he shifted. The feeling of him hard against my thigh had a myriad of lascivious images flashing through my mind, each one much more salacious than the last.

I agreed quickly and we both stumbled down the steps our mouths not parting for more than a few seconds at a time.

“I live a few houses down.”

I moaned in acknowledgment, glad that we wouldn’t have to go far.

There was no doubt about what was to come.

Alive

In no time at all, we’d arrived at Peter’s house.

I was filled with a nervous anticipation and my fingers tingled with the energy that he’d caused, created. The feelings that were coursing through my body were unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

It was freeing, something I’d never felt before – not even with Riley – and I found that I wanted it; that I wanted to feel it all the time.

“God, Jasper,” Peter murmured against my ear as we moved through the entryway. “I can’t wait – fuck – right here, baby.”

My back hit the wall beside the front door, hard.

Control

Fisting my hands in Peter’s hair, I pulled him against me and wrapped a leg around his.

“I can’t wait, either,” I admitted, breathless. “I don’t want to wait.”

That was all the permission Peter needed before he was grasping at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. His mouth moved across my neck and down my sternum as he kissed at the bare flesh.

I moaned as he descended farther, fingers digging into the flesh at my hips, gripping me possessively.

The sight of him on his knees in front of me nearly did me in.

Gasp

Without pretense, Peter undid my jeans and tugged them down. A devilish smirk appeared on his face when he realized that I was going commando, and I returned the look with one of my own and an off-handed shrug.

“It’s more comfortable.” My breathing was fast, erratic, as he nuzzled his cheek against my throbbing erection.

My fingers grasped at the wall without finding purchase as the surge of intense pleasure coursed through me.

“I wasn’t complaining,” Peter responded lowly.

Then, he licked the underside of my dick in one long, slow stroke before sucking the tip into his mouth.

Frantic

One hand went to his head, my fingers simultaneously brushing through and tugging on the dirty blond strands.

“Fuuuuck.” The curse was long, drawn out, as Peter continued with his actions, his palm wrapped around the base of my shaft, stroking in time with the movements of his mouth.

I was at his mercy; my words were tinged with desperation. I was falling apart.

“Don’t ... fuck … so fucking close,” I moaned.

The words ran together incoherently.

Taking me in deeper, Peter swallowed, his throat contracting around me and making me whimper.

I shuddered, groaning loudly as I came.

More

My breaths were heavy and harsh as I tugged at Peter’s hair, pulling him to his feet in front of me.

I crushed my lips to his and a growl ripped from my chest at the taste of my release coating his mouth. Our tongues tangled together, biting, sucking and sliding in a fit of unrestrained passion.

We were insatiable.

“Take this off,” I breathed out, my fingers tucked into the waistband of Peter’s jeans, tugging at the fabric.

He complied swiftly and I leaned back to rip his shirt off, over his head, and dropped it to the floor.

Collect

Falling to my knees in front of him, saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight of Peter hard and ready.

For me.

I didn’t hesitate to take him into my mouth, sucking earnestly, my tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock.

Moving my hands to his ass, I dug my fingers into the flesh, silently urging him to fuck my mouth.

My arousal was renewed as his hips snapped forward repeatedly, fast and hard.

I hummed and moaned around him in approval.

Relaxing my throat as he came, I swallowed the thick streams of sticky liquid.

Late

Peter collapsed to the floor beside me, his forehead resting on my shoulder. I could feel his warm breath spreading over my bare, sweaty shoulder and I shivered in response.

This felt comfortable, right, and I wasn’t ready for the night to end yet despite the hour.

“Bed?” Peter grunted into the side of my neck, following it with a quick nip at the flesh just above my thudding pulse point.

I answered in the affirmative, my breath catching in my throat as Peter’s palms ghosted over my sides, squeezing once before standing and offering me his hand.

“Let’s go.”

Morning

My eyes opened wearily as I felt the bed shift behind me. The sun was still rising, bathing the room in an orange-yellow glow.

It took me a moment to remember where I was, whose bed I was in. Once I did, though, a grin spread over my face and I rolled on to my back.

Peter was across the room, rifling through the clothes in his closet – still naked.

His back was a network of muscled lines. They shifted and rolled beneath the thin barrier of flesh, and again, I felt myself hardening at just the sight of him.

Tease

“Morning,” I mumbled, my voice husky – sleep-filled.

The answering smile I received was enough to make my chest tighten and ache more than the erection hidden beneath the white cotton sheets.

We stared at each other briefly, stupid grins on both our faces, before Peter cleared his throat and ran a hand over his face.

“Breakfast? Coffee?”

Nodding, I shifted to the edge of the mattress and swung my legs over the side, standing up in one smooth motion. Stretching my arms above my head, I smirked at the stifled groan from Peter before turning to face him.

Still nude.

Again

Time ceased to exist as Peter looked at me, eyes dark and breaths heavy.

Even though we’d seen each other completely bare the night before, this was different. There was no frenetic rush to shed layers, to feel each other, to come together and apart.

The desperation that I’d felt for Peter at the party was absent – replaced by something more, something indefinable.

Minutes passed before I broke the trance and moved around the bed toward Peter. Our hands explored much more tentatively once I was close enough.

The next two hours were spent in various positions, on various surfaces.

Smooth

I finally managed to pull myself away from Peter. The clock read half past two.

We were both hot and sweaty, but sated. A quick shower followed.

“How about that breakfast?” I asked as we got dressed, my hand unwittingly reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his face. “Or would it be lunch now?” I glanced, fleetingly, toward the window and the bright sky beyond it.

Peter laughed, nodding, as he gestured for me to exit the room.

“I could definitely go for something to eat.” His words were spoken softly against my ear, laced with innuendo.

Fishing

Lunch was simple and quick, a couple of sandwiches each.

Even with as hungry as I was, I was much more interested in getting information from Peter – information that I should have requested before we’d returned to his house.

With a plate and a bottle of beer in front of me, I placed my hands on the table and looked at him, contemplative.

“You look like you’re over-thinking something.”

Peter’s voice drew me from my thoughts. I caught his gaze quickly before dropping my head.

“I was – well, I probably should have asked last night but … you are single, right?”

Learning

“That remains to be seen.” Peter grinned widely, shooting me a pointed glance before he continued to eat.

I exhaled loudly with his response, relieved that what happened between us wasn’t some illicit affair on his part. As quickly as my heart rate had returned to normal, though, it picked back up.

The implication in his answer didn’t go unnoticed.

Smiling shyly, I ducked my head down – a nervous habit that I couldn’t break.

Instead of acknowledging what Peter said, I suggested something else entirely – a way for us to get to know each other.

A game of twenty questions.

Hope

Peter and I went back and forth, asking each other questions and learning everything that we could in what little time we had left before I had to leave.

We discussed everything from favorite colors and foods to past sexual partners and relationships we’d been in.

Before I knew it night had fallen and it was time for me to go. I had fifteen missed calls from Edward and even more unopened text messages to read.

After trading phone numbers, Peter asked me out for drinks the following weekend.

I accepted quickly, without hesitation before capturing his mouth with mine.