Raw and Rosy by tuesdaymidnight, O - S
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Raw and Rosy by tuesdaymidnight
Title: Raw and Rosy
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. No copyright
infringement is intended.
Pairing: Jasper/Edward
Rated: NC-17. Contains mature content.
Warning: This is a spank!fic. It has a great deal of PWP and contains EXPLICIT
ADULT CONTENT. This is not exactly a bdsm story. Edward and Jasper are seniors
in high school, both 18, so they don't have a lot of experience. They naturally fall
into a sort of d/s dynamic, and this is a story of how they work through this
discovery. Though this is 80% smut (and the smut is not entirely realistic), I see
the remainder as a character study into Jasper's psyche. If this is not your cup of
tea and/or if you are not of legal age - please stop reading now.
JPOV
I hated Edward Cullen.
I hated him with a passion.
I hated the way he smiled that obnoxious crooked half smile. I hated the way the
other guys at school tried to get their hair to stay up the way his so casually did.
I hated the way all the girls at Forks High soaked their panties every time he
walked by. I hated hearing my sister swoon about him ever since the first day he
showed up in Forks. I hated the way he was so aloof and basically a dick to
everyone, but somehow had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. I hated
that I was no longer big man on campus.
All perfectly logical reasons as to why, after lunch, I had him pinned to the floor
in the hallway in front of Mr. Banner's classroom, punching him in the ribs as he
struggled against me. He had gotten a few good blows in before I had him
trapped. But, now I had my hand on his jaw, holding his head down, about ready
to use my other to get him square in his precious face.
"You like that don't you," I sneered. "You like it when I put you in your place."
"Hale! Cullen!" I heard the vice principal's voice calling down the hallway, and the
clicking of his wingtips on the tile as he approached.
Shit.
"What is the meaning of this? You're both seniors! I expect you to act like adults!
What is it going to take to get the two of you to stop fighting? Every week I'm
pulling the two of you apart!" His face was red and angry, so I immediately broke
in with as soothing a voice as possible.
"We were just horsing around," I pleaded.
"Yeah," Cullen's immediate agreement shocked me. "Just messing around."
"We're good," I nodded. "Really, it won't happen again."
I scrambled up and reached out my hand to grab Cullen's. He hesitated, but
played along and let me pull him up.
"See?" I said to the vice principal. "It's all good. Right, Eddie?" Without really
thinking about it, I gave Cullen a quick slap on the ass, as if we had just been
wrestling for sport, and not because I actually wanted to bash his perfect face
into the lockers.
The vice principal and I both looked to Cullen for a response, but it was not what
I had expected.
At all.
Cullen's reaction was unmistakable. His body tensed and his face turned a rosy
color, but it was his expression that was the most revealing.
He was aroused.
My mouth gaped open a little, and I barely heard what the vice principal said to
us. It was something about us not letting it happen again. If we want to
roughhouse, we should do it off school property, and blah blah blah. I tried to nod
in the right places, but I kept glancing over in Cullen's direction.
His shoulders were slumped down, and it was obvious that he was trying to
conceal his groin. I sneaked a glance, and I did not miss the unmistakable bulge
that was impossible to hide in his ridiculous skinny jeans that basically clung to
his body.
I tried to catch his eye, to let him know that I knew, but he kept his eyes trained
away from me. I knew he could feel my eyes on him, though, because his blush
continued to deepen.
Interesting.
I was absolutely worthless for the rest of the day. My mind kept turning over the
strange chain of events that had taken place. I wasn't sure why I cared, but I was
starting to become obsessed with the idea of Cullen getting off on our altercation.
Was it the fighting itself? Sure, occasionally I might have gotten a little excited
when in the middle of one of our countless fights, but I was a teenage guy and it
was due to all the adrenaline. I had certainly never been straining against my
jeans the way Cullen had been. But, if he had been hard when I had him pinned
down, surely I would have noticed it, right?
No, it was when I gave him the slightly-harder-than-friendly pat on his ass that
he reacted so strangely.
Then, I finally realized it.
Edward Cullen liked to be spanked.
Oh, this was too good to pass up.
I thought about all the ways I could use this to exploit my nemesis. I could make
t-shirts that said, "I Spanked Edward Cullen," or, better yet, try to slowly drive
him insane by giving him a pat on the ass every time I saw him.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat in study hall.
Fuck.
Was the thought of spanking Edward Cullen getting me hard? I let my mind drift
a little, away from thoughts of Cullen, and my hard on resided. Then, I heard the
door creak open and my head turned. Into the room walking my rival himself,
carrying a note for the study hall teacher. I studied him surreptitiously as he
walked to the front of the room. I watched as the muscles in his rear end tensed
as relaxed with each step. I thought about what it would be like to see it
unclothed, to be able to put my hands on it, to give it a rough slap while Cullen
writhed beneath me.
Yep, my boner had returned with full force.
After school got out, I waited around in the hallway where his locker was. My
eyes were honed in on him as he pulled books out of his locker and shoved them
into his bag. It was when he started toward the door that I made my move.
"Cullen," I called.
He kept his head down and kept walking.
"Edward," I called again, trying his first name.
He was visibly startled but picked up the pace. I jogged after him. He was fast,
but I was faster. I caught up to him just as he reached his car - a stupid, shiny
Volvo.
Before he could reach the door handle, I used my weight to press his body up
against the car, effectively trapping him against me. I could hear his heart racing.
"Hale," he hissed. "What the fuck do you want?"
"I want to know what happened today."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
"N-n-no, I don't." For the first time, his demeanor cracked.
"Yes, you do. Look, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'm not going to hurt you." I
lowered my voice and leaned in a little, my lips almost brushing his ear. "I just
want to see if I can make you blush like that again."
Edward's mouth formed a perfect "o," but he didn't say anything.
"Your parents home?" I asked him.
He shook his head.
"I'm coming over."
He swallowed hard and nodded.
He waited for me to return to my truck, and again for me to pull up behind him,
so I could follow. I knew where he lived, everyone in Forks knew where the
Cullens lived, but the driveway was hard to find from the road. When we reached
our destination, I parked my truck behind his car and got out slowly, as he did
the same.
He didn't say a word, but he did glance over his shoulder, seemingly to see if I
was still there. I silently followed him into his house. Once we were inside the
elaborate foyer, he turned to me awkwardly.
"Um, can I get you anything? A drink?"
"How polite, Cullen," I sneered. "You don't need to pretend. We're not friends. I
came here for one thing, and one thing only."
I stepped up to him and grabbed the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned the fly
slowly, closing the distance between us by nuzzling into the crook of his neck,
greedily drinking in his scent. I never noticed it before I had him shoved against
his car, but he smelled like sandalwood, musk and something else I couldn't
place. Then, I yanked the stupid skinny jeans along with his briefs down in a
rough motion and spun him around.
I took a second to take in his lithe body before speaking.
"Bend over for me," I ordered.
He glanced over his shoulder at me and his eyes widened, but he still said
nothing. Instead, he shuffled over to the stairs that ended in the foyer, his jeans
at his knees. I was about to scold him for not following my orders immediately,
when I realized he was simply using the stairs for balance. He bent forward,
resting his elbows on the stairs, pointing his perfect, firm, round cheeks up in the
air.
"Fuck, you look so hot." I couldn't help the words escaping my mouth.
I approached slowly. Then I put my left hand gently on his left cheek. I ghosted
my hand over the smooth skin, and then across the other cheek. His skin was so
creamy and soft. It was all I could do not
to lean down and take a bite.
Instead, I struck.
Right in the center of his left cheek.
I left a beautiful pink marking right in the center.
He gasped.
I pulled my hand further back and struck again, a little lower this time.
"Fuck," I heard him whisper.
"You like that don't you?" I repeated my words from earlier that day. This time,
Cullen responded.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned.
I struck again, this time closer to the crack of his sculpted buttocks.
He whimpered, and his body shifted as I saw his right arm move.
"Are you touching yourself, Edward?" I asked roughly, trying out his first name
again.
"Need- need-" he started.
"What do you need?"
"I need to come."
I grabbed his arm to stop his movements.
"No, Edward," I said, feeling more comfortable using his given name, like
somehow he was a different person from the Cullen whose ass I tried to kick at
school. "You don't get to touch yourself. I'm going to make you come just from
doing this."
I spanked him again, this time on his bare right cheek, leaving a nice, bright red
mark to match the other side.
"How many strikes do you think it will take?" I asked in a whisper.
Cull- no, Edward, made a soft whining noise.
"Four?" I asked roughly as I continued my assault on his right side.
"Five?" I asked again, this time nearing his crack, my hand brushed against his
scrotum as I brought it back.
He groaned.
I stopped counting after that, but it wasn't much longer, barely into the double
digits, before his whole body was trembling on the staircase.
"Oh!" he cried with another strike that had me glancing his ball sack. "Jasper-
Jasper-" He was panting my first name now. I couldn't remember ever hearing
him call me "Jasper." It was only then that I realized how painfully aroused I was.
I paused to free my cock from where it was struggling against my Levi's. I
gripped it with my right hand and started tugging. Edward whimpered, so I bent
forward and rubbed my hardness against his crack.
"Good god," he hissed.
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