Inspiration..

Inspired by this pic for story..

Never Forget

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EPOV

“Shit!”   

  I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten…

“Fuck!” I cursed out loud, rushing through the hospital as I headed to the parking lot. Kicking my car into gear, I hightailed out of there like a bat out of hell.

Damn it…how could I forget our anniversary?

As I attempted to weave my Aston Martin quickly through traffic, I cringed at the thought of anything happening to it - or getting caught speeding – and praying my dad wouldn’t find out.

After all, he had gotten me the car as a graduation present after med school. He knew of my love for fast cars.

  

But this pales in comparison to my first love, Jasper….

Even after all these years together, the thought of him has my heart racing and my body responding as if no time had passed. We’d known each other for over fifteen years and have been married for nine – well ten as of tonight – out of that. 

 After stopping off at a 24hr mart and picking some flowers (fake..Of course!) and some chocolate knowing how much he loved anything chocolate, I made it home safely and in one piece despite the daredevil driving I put down to get there.

I knew these things I had bought couldn’t compare to what I would have given him if I had just remembered, but still I hoped he would see the gesture behind them and would forgive me.

With a heavy sigh, I got out of the car and made my way to the elevator.

Inside, I mentally psyched myself up for whatever came next, and with a sigh, I got out and made my way to our door.

Here goes…

”Hey baby, how was your day?...”  I tried as I made my way inside noticing him on the couch, book in hand.

“Fine…” he says nonchalantly without even looking up from whatever interested him on those pages.

I tentatively made my way over to him and decided to just jump right in.

“Listen… babe… I am so sorry for being this late, I know you probably had something in mind for today. But when I took that shift I forgot about what today was completely. And I just remembered now so I got home as fast as I could to see if maybe we could still do something if you want…” I babbled out as I placed my gifts in front of him and looked at him apologetically.

                                                                                                      

Finally… he looked up at me, closed the book, looked at the time and got up.

“At 2 in the morning?”  He asked looking at me with disbelief before letting out a small chuckle.

“Listen….I just wanted to make sure you got in safely, so I’m heading to bed...Good night…” he said without a second glance at my gifts and headed off for the bedroom leaving me there in shock.

I stood there for a second before heading to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and headed back to the couch.

I plopped down and chased down two beers back-to-back thinking how badly I’d fucked up.

I would have pissed as hell if he had done that to me. God…he looked so disappointed when he passed me, so sad...

“How the hell do I make this up to him?!..” I mumbled to myself running my hand through my hair in frustration wondering what he had planned for us earlier on.

 I sat there for a while just thinking about us and couldn’t help going back to that summer that had brought him into my life….

I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on him….

It was a Saturday, middle of summer, a sunny one at that, which was rare in Forks. I was 17, and just broken up with my boyfriend, Felix..

But, wouldn’t you if you caught him and his presumably straight friend going at it like rabbit?

 So here I was in my room, my music wasn’t helping and the more I laid here the more I thought about Felix’s betrayal.

 So I thought maybe heading outside to shoot some hoops would help a bit.

As I made my way downstairs, I heard some voices coming from the living room; it looks as if my mom had some people over.

I thought maybe I could sneak by without her seeing me, but as I went by, she called out for me to come and meet the new neighbors.

I swear that woman had eyes in the back of her head.

With my head held down, I headed over to greet them, I just wasn’t in the mood but no one crosses Esme.

 When I finally look up I was greeted with the most gorgeous blue eyes I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking into….

He was so beautiful…I couldn’t speak….

Clad in faded blue jeans sitting on his hips, hands in his front pockets and a fitted white T-shirt that held his broad shoulders and rode up enough for me to catch a glimpse of the perfect “V” muscles on his hips and rounded off with cowboy boots stood the hottest guy I ever seen...

 Felix who?

I stood there in stunned silence just gawking at the beautiful boy in front of me.

“Hi there…I’m Jasper Whitlock and this is my mom Pat.”  He said extending his hand for me to shake but all I could do was continue to stare at him.

Thankfully my brain started to function enough for me to get out:

“Umm...I’m Edward Cullen, welcome to the neighborhood.”  I said taking his hand in my own. It felt so good I hardly wanted to let go.

“Well, um...I’ve gotta go...” I said nervously…

I couldn’t get out of that room fast enough, due to the situation that was taking place in my pants.

After that greeting, we saw each other a couple of times, waved hello, had a few one-on-one sessions of basketball over at my house while mom invited him and his mom over a few times for dinner.

Through this time, we got to learn a lot of things about each other such as our likes and dislikes in music, books and movies.

Also, we discussed where we would like to go to college, which schools were the best bets for us and so on. And what it will be like after summer was over.

During these conversations I got to know quite a bit about him and his past.

His parents had just been through a terrible divorce and that’s what prompted the move for him and his mom.

His dad was an abusive, overachieving businessman, who bullied him and his mom around a lot; nothing was ever good enough for Whitlock Sr. he would say with a distain.

His mom had finally had enough and through some very good threats, got her divorce and a hefty sum to start over elsewhere.

“It’s as if we never existed to him...” he would say sometimes with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Every thought he decided to share with me, I listened and every time I saw him I fell for him a little more.

It was hard sitting there sometimes listening and looking at him and convincing myself not to pounce on this unsuspecting boy with the wavy blond hair and beautiful blue eyes.

 Damn… It was hard. And I mean that in every sense of the word.

The fantasies that would take place sometimes were something else.

Like what those lips tasted like, how they would feel against my own?

How his hair would feel under my fingertips?

How those lips would feel wrap around my cock?..

But then I would snap back to the present, because while fantasizing about him, I didn’t know if he was gay. He probably had some girlfriend he left behind and would kick my ass if he knew how I felt.

Believe me, I’ve gotten wrong before and vowed to sure next time.

But fuck me, if endless nights weren’t filled with erotic dreams about him, naked across my bed like a beautiful buffet just for me.

We’d start off slowly kissing, nipping, licking, just becoming familiar with each other. I’d suck on his neck, whispering how good it feels to be so close to him and what I wanted to do to him.

 Our hands would roam all over each other’s body until they went where we want them the most.

With firm strokes of each other’s cock, we’d finally receive the pleasure we were seeking but it wouldn’t be enough for me because I had to see it, to taste it, to feel my lips wrapped around him.

These dreams would always lead to cold showers and another frustrating day of hiding my feelings from him.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to say something.

Every time I saw him, my heart would race; and I couldn’t complete a full sentence without stuttering.

It was sweet torture.

The opportunity finally came the week before school started, We were having one of our usual discussions and I couldn’t figure out what he was saying because I was so transfixed by his mouth and the way his lips moved and was trying so hard not to grab him and kiss him.

 But when I cleared my head a bit, I finally made out what he was saying.

Apparently, he was talking about his old man and how he wasn’t pleased to learn about a particular secret his son was carrying. This perked my interest, and before I knew it I blurted out. “What secret?...”

He began mumbling and taking up an interest in some imaginary thing on the ground. So I pushed…

“What secret? What did he learn about you?” I pleaded.

“It’s okay...I swear to you I won’t ever repeat it...” I continued.

He stared at me for a second before beginning. “Well Daddy Dearest, being ladies’ man he was, wasn’t too keen to know that he’s pride and joy to follow in his footsteps was...Umm...gay...” he whispered...

I was in shock; I couldn’t say a damn thing, only stare at him.  Maybe he took this as a bad thing because he continued on, rambling now.

“Look..I know you’re shocked but I just had tell you because I really like you and I may be new to this but I know what I’m feeling...” He said to me.

Before I could get a word in, he continued “I’m gonna be blunt here, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, It was so hard to sit across from you during your mom’s dinner invites. I wanted you so badly, sometimes I thought to hell with it and I’d just grab you and kiss you right then and there. I’d fantasize about you; about the things I would do to make you feel good. And I don’t care if you wanna kick my ass or call me a fag and never speak to me again; I just had to get it off my chest…”

“So there….bye...” with that he got up to leave.

There was nothing else I could do, I couldn’t believe it he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

So I did what I have been fantasizing about since I met him.

I grabbed him and kissed him…

Summer came to a close and we returned to school. Days were spent in class and our nights were spent fooling around.

Hot make out sessions after sneaking into each other’s bedroom. Time was spent exploring our bodies.

To say Jasper was a good kisser was an understatement. I could kiss him for hours, if only oxygen wasn’t required.

He did admitted to making out a bit with a friend from back home, but that’s as far as it went and everything else he wanted to experience with me.

We took it slow…kissing lead to hand jobs, which then lead to blow jobs and I have got to say nothing tasted better than him.

The first time he took me in his mouth; it took all I had not to get a heart attack on the spot. So good!

The way he tentatively took the tip between his beautiful lips sucking a bit before pulling back with a smirk, and then taking all he could in his mouth and sucking with earnest.

I lost all sense of everything around me the only thing that existed was this beautiful boy before me.

All I could do was encourage him, I couldn’t think, much less form a coherent sentence.

The only things that could come out were, “Ugh…baby don’t stop!”

“So good! Fuck!” before screaming my orgasm and shooting my cum into his mouth.

These were some of the moments we shared….

We graduated and got into the college of our choices. The problem was his was UW and I got into Dartmouth, but we promised to make it work for us, no way were we going to lose what we had.

And by some struck of luck it did work but not without its failings.

Yes…we had our fights and broke up a couple of times, Long distance was a bitch.

But always found our way back together….

So as I sat here, I realized that we have come too far to let this mistake out of everything we have been through, ruin us...

I left the couch with determination that I would fix it.

I made my way into the bedroom hoping that maybe he would still be awake but I found him curled up on his side of the bed seemingly avoiding mine.

With a sigh, I made my way to the bathroom for a shower to wash away the dirt and grime of the day and maybe some of the hurt I felt.

After the shower, I dried off and threw on my sleep pants and made my way to the bed.

He was still in the position I left him in, I climbed in carefully with a peek to see if he was sleeping and stayed on my side to watch the rise and fall of his body.

What should I do?

Let him sleep and deal with this in the morning? Wake him and hash it out right now?

Hell...I was never known for my patience. Now it is...

“Jas...Jas…Jas, baby please wake up...” I said slightly shoving his shoulder.

“What is it, Edward?” he answered in a surprisely steady voice.

“Have you been awake all this time?” I asked.

“I couldn’t sleep.” he said curtly.

“I…” I trailed off as he turned to face me suddenly only to shock me as I saw that he had been crying.

“Baby I’m…” but he didn’t wait for me to finish.

“You’re what? You’re sorry?!..” he shouted shooting up into a sitting position.

“Yeah...You’re always sorry…” he concluded glaring at me.

“Listen I told you, I lost track of time...” I told him while sitting up to mirror his position.

“Lost track of time?” he said chuckling.

“More like you fucking forgot!” he shouted.

Fuck, this was gonna be hard...

“Everything you’ve achieved, I’ve went out of my way to be right there for it. To support you, to cheer you on, to love you and the most important date and you can’t even remember to make time for our love...” He shouted sadly with tears in his eyes.

“Look I know...the job is hectic and your time is limited, but so is mine as an architect and you know that once I’m on the job, I’m there and that’s it darlin’ that’s where the focus is. But I still find the time to remember you.” He continued me…

“Maybe this means more to me than it does to you and maybe it’s time to leave you with what’s more important to you…” he said shocking me..

“What! No! Hell No!  Baby... Jas... You mean the world to me. All this shit is nothing without you... This marriage means everything to me, having you in my life makes every day worth living…” I told him grabbing ahold him and making him look at me, pleading with him to see the truth in my eyes.

Ten years…ten years Jasper, and I can still remember the first time I saw you, love.

I can still remember how the sun reflected off that beautiful hair of yours through my mom’s window making you look like an angel.

I still remember how sexy you looked in those cowboy boots and blue jeans and that white t-shirt that hugged you just right. That luxurious neck, God, I wanted to grab you and just begin to suck and leave my mark on it.

Those beautiful lips that I yearned to kiss and those eyes…Ugh, they were my undoing.

 I had to get out of there as fast as I could before I jumped you in front of our moms…” I told him, watching his reaction before hearing a low “me too...”

So I continued on….apologizing again for having forgotten, for making life so hard at times for him, for not always remembering to put us first.

I told how I’d felt all the times we’d broken up in the past – how lost I was; how pointless everything had seemed to me without him in my life. And when he shared that he had felt the same, I don’t know what it was but something in me released and I breathed a little easier.

He smiled shyly when I told him about all the fantasies I still have of him, even now.

“I know it hasn’t been easy being with me, and I apologize baby, I’m so sorry…

Those times that we were apart, were devastating, nothing mattered without you in the picture….” I told him.

“Some days I felt like the walls were closing in on me and I couldn’t breathe.” he whispered looking down at his lap.

My heart still beats so fast when I see you smile, your body is so beautiful, every time you’re naked it makes me blush...” he told me.

“I still have fantasies about you that leaves me so damn hard and wanting you...” I told him as I caressed his cheek and watched him lean into my touch.

“I think about you too, all the time, a little too damn much, you’re so fucking distracting...” he whispered chuckling...

Slowly I leaned into him until our noses were touching; I could feel his sweet breath on my face. I was so transfixed by his lips that I almost missed it as he leaned into kiss me...

“I love you...” I whispered over and over.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He drawled.

When his lips touch mine it was like a rush of fire through me, I couldn’t help but deepen the kiss parting my lips and welcoming his sweet tongue in my mouth, while grabbing a handful of hair bringing him closer, I couldn’t get enough.

As his kisses move to my neck, I couldn’t help but groan out, “Ugh… I love you baby.”

Our hands roamed over each other, removing clothes, kissing and nipping at each newly revealed skin.

“I want you so much, Edward...” he moaned out as I bit down on his nipple while caressing the other.

I continued to kiss and nip my way down his beautiful body to the V of his hips delaying my journey before heading to where he wanted me the most.

I placed a kiss on the tip before sucking the head then pulling away to see the look of abandon on his face.

I went back down and taking him in my mouth sucking as far as I could go, hallowing out my cheeks to suck him with more vigor.

I licked and sucked as he weaved his hands through my hair and began to thrust my mouth as

he moaned and thrashed beneath me.

“Ugh…so good…can’t stand it... gonna cum…Oh! Edward! He groaned out as he went over the edge.

I greedily swallowed everything he gave me before licking him clean and then kissing my way back up his body until I was hovering over him staring into his eyes until he pulled me down to his lips.

They met over and over again with him surely tasting himself on them.

He opened his eyes with a playful smirk before pushing me on my back and climbing on top of me to repeat everything I had just done to him, leaving me breathless...

“Make love to me...” he whispered while reaching for the lube and condom from the bedside table. I rolled over on top of him kissing him soundly before nipping my way down to my favorite spot on his neck.

I continued to suck on it as I popped the cap on the lube and began to prepare myself for him.

After rolling on the condom over my shaft, I tore myself away from him so I could look into his beautiful eyes as I stroked his cock while slipping my prepared fingers into his entrance.

First, one then two, gently moving them in and out at maddening slow pace. I enjoy it when he can’t take it and beg for my cock inside of him.

It drives me up a wall, to hear his sighs and groans and pleads.

“Oh please, Edward...” he moans out.

“I can’t take it, I need to feel you inside me darlin’…” he groaned out with that drawl I love to hear...

“What is it love?” I asked brushing my lips over his ear.

“Ugh…mmm…Edward, please, get inside me baby, make love to me, I need you so much.” He pleaded.

I removed my fingers and slowly yet gently guided my cock inside, whispering “I love you” until I was fully sheathed inside him.

It never matters to me how many times we have made love or fucked, I always treat him as if he were the precious thing I have ever touched.

Oh…please...baby...move…” he moaned out, lifting his hips to mine to prove how ready he was.

I began thrusting in and out of him slowly, wanting to savor the feeling of being this close to him.

We moaned, kissed and groaned out our pleasure, filling the bedroom with the sounds of our lovemaking.

Ugh…Harder...” he grunted out taking his cock in hand stroking it signaling he was close.

I could never deny him and gave him what he wanted and began thrust harder.

Nothing in the world could ever compare to the feeling being with him this way.

Ugh...you feel so good wrapped around me baby…that’s it…rub that beautiful cock for me, cum for me, baby.” I whispered out.

You’re so beautiful…” I continued to urge him feeling my own orgasm approach but wanting him to go over the edge first.

Three hard thrusts later, he came, shouting his pleasure and spilling his hot cum all over his chest and I wasn’t far behind spilling myself inside of him.

We remained together for a while, exhausted but relieved and loving the feel of each other.

Reluctantly, I carefully guided myself out of him and with a soft kiss left for the bathroom, I returned with a warm washcloth to clean ourselves up with.

I gently cleaned him as I showered him with kisses.

 And after dropping it in the hamper I got back into bed deciding to forego clothes wanting to feel his skin on mine.

After a round of soft kisses and whispered “I love yous” he drifted off to sleep.

I stayed awake for awhile staring at him, this beautiful man that loves me as much as I did him and thankful for his presence in my life and vowing never to forget….