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You Can't Stop Loving Someone Just Like That

This is the first part of a one shot story I wrote for a contest about a foreign exchange student.

EPOV

I can hear his loud breathing.
I know he is not asleep.
I squint my eyes and peer through the darkness of my bedroom trying to make out the outline of his body under the duvet. I can vaguely see he is lying on his back with his arms folded firmly across his chest. Another clue to tell me he is still awake.
For the sixth night running now, I desperately want to leap out of my bed and snuggle down next to him. However, as he has given me no definite indication that he is gay or that he would welcome such a move, I remain motionless where I am.
My cock is solid and I am fighting a losing battle against stroking it. I know, however, that he would hear me if I started to give myself some welcome relief.
I have known Embry for less than a week now and yet my body is so wound up by his presence in my bedroom. I don't think I have ever felt this way about anyone before.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7573374/1/You_Cant_Stop_Loving_Someone_Just_Like_That

I Could Always Make You

This is the first chapter from my latest story.  Edward is human and Jasper is the vamp!

Chapter One

EPOV

From the moment our eyes met, he had me.
And he knew it.
His eyes were beautiful.
Beyond beautiful.
I had never seen such a golden colour before; deep ochre with a faint fleck of almost red.
As he stepped onto the coach, I couldn't help but catch his eye. I was seated on the front row of seats and there he stood right in front of me. I had no real choice but to look at him.
And he at me.
He offered a welcoming smile.
And I, of course, returned it with an added nod.
He welcomed a few more passengers as they made their way onboard the coach.
We waited for the last remaining members of our tour group to arrive and within moments, the door closed and the coach was pulling away.
With my eyes still fixed on him, he pulled down the tour guide's seat and chatted in Italian to the coach driver. His voice mesmerised me too. It was so sweet and full of charm, almost soulful.
Forcing myself to look out of the window and away from him, I absorbed the view as we made our way out of the airport and through the Italian countryside.
But not for long.
His eyes had me from the start, but the rest of his face and body were, in fact, just as beautiful. As the sun shone through the glass and caught his face, his skin almost appeared to shimmer and I wondered if for some reason he had applied glitter to his skin. Perhaps it was the remnants of a party from the previous night.
Being seated in front of me and to my right side, I could only glimpse his profile as he turned towards the driver. His hair hung in wheat-coloured waves on either side of his pale face. The breeze from the open window was making his chin-length hair flutter from his face, so every now and then I could see more of his beauty.
Too soon, I kept saying to myself. Too soon.
This holiday was meant to be a chance to recover from the recent split from my boyfriend of two years. I hadn't intended to look for a holiday fling.
All I had wanted was a chance to mull things over, and hopefully, pick myself up after being hurt so badly. I wanted to be in the right frame of mind when I took up my first appointment.
I had been with Emmett for my final two years at university. We had shared a room from the beginning and eventually declared our affections for each other. I truly thought he was the one for me and we would spend the rest of our lives together.
But apparently, I wasn't good enough for him.
On the night of our end of university celebrations, we had become separated in the large student crowds. Not wanting to continue on my own, I made my way back to our room, only to find Emmett screwing a second year student on my bed. He said it meant nothing to him, but when I went along to Mike's room to find a place to crash for the night, he told me it wasn't the first time Emmett had been unfaithful to me. In fact, it was a regular occurrence.
I was shattered beyond belief with this revelation. I had no idea what Emmett had been doing behind my back for the last few months and the more I thought about it, the more heart-broken I became.
The thought of returning home to stew for the summer months was not appealing in the slightest, so I decided to book myself a touring holiday around Italy as a treat instead.
Culture, some glorious sunshine and the chance to think alone and away from my family were the excuses I had given. I would use the time to distract myself and get over Emmett before I began a new life on my own.
But here I was falling for a guy I would probably never see again.
A tour guide who probably has his pick of tourists each week.
The way he flirted with everyone, including the little old ladies, told me that.
And he was flirting with me.
As he sat there, talking into the microphone, telling us about the fascinating history of Volterra, his gleaming eyes frequently caught mine and he smirked.
Not just once.
Or even twice.
No, our eyes were like magnets being drawn to each other.
He would point to the buildings or other geographical features he was referring to, but then he would turn, occasionally looking to the rest of the passengers, but mostly he would stare into my eyes.
I could not resist.
He made me feel so... good. My mood had definitely lifted already.
Emmett would soon be forgotten I was sure. What the hell!
I could live with a holiday hook-up. It was probably just what I needed to make me forget.
Sex.
Sex for the sheer pleasure and fun of it.
With a total stranger.
A fucking gorgeous stranger.
No commitment.
No ties.
Just for the hell of it.
Nothing more.
As long as I didn't fall for him, I kept telling myself.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7563386/1/I_Could_Always_Make_You

The Time Traveller's Husband

The Time Traveller's Husband

When will I see you again?

When will we share precious moments?

Will I have to wait forever?

Will I have to suffer

And cry the whole night through?

Edward's Prologue

It's always hard for the one who's left behind, waiting. What makes it even harder, is the knowledge that this time I may never see Jasper again.

I try to keep myself busy. Reading, listening to music, playing my piano, even walking in our meadow - but everything reminds me of him. I just want to see him once more, to hold him, to kiss him, to tell him how much I love and need him.

I have always desperately wanted to be able to follow him, to know where he was, to be there for him, protecting him. But all I can do is wait for Jasper to return. Wait and hope and remember.

Jasper's Prologue

What does it feel like?

I always think I can hear a sound of rushing wind and then the world around me seems to be pulling away. I can't stop it or slow it down. It just happens. I may be standing in the supermarket, lying in bed with Edward, or at work in the library. In fact, it can happen at any time and in any place. I don't know when or where or why. It just happens and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I always hope I will appear somewhere in time with Edward, but that's not always the case. I have appeared in the middle of a field, a highway, even in a police car and at various times of day or night. I usually go back in time, but not always. It is usually somewhere in America but not always. I just want it to stop so I can be where I belong - with my Edward, my husband.

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Chapter One of 'Always'

'Always I want to be with you,

Make believe with you,

Live in harmony...'

Always by Erasure

Chapter One
JPOV
For a split second, I thought I had finally found him, the man of my dreams.
As he sat smiling at his friends, I took in his glorious tousled copper hair. His emerald eyes glinted as his face lit up and my eyes fell upon his...jaw. Holy jawporn!
But as he moved and talked, I realised that he was far too...what can I say?...effeminate for me.
He was definitely gay.
Very obviously gay.
Far too camp.
An out and out queen, in fact.
His hand movements and the way he flipped his head to the side and lifted up that chiselled jaw were just so flamboyant.
"Jasper," Emmett called drawing my attention away from his beautiful face, "I'm so glad you could make it tonight. Everyone this is Jasper. He's in my History class this term."
I walked towards the group of guys seated around the large table in a booth in this rather rundown coffee shop.
"Let me introduce you to the gang, Jasper. This is Riley," he said pointing to the person furthest from me. "This is Jake and this is Seth."
"Hi guys," I said as I glanced in their direction, "pleased to meet you all."
"And this is Edward," he said rather dramatically drawing my attention back to definitely the hottest guy in the room. "He's my younger brother, but because he's so brainy he moved up a year in high school and has come to university with me."
"Hello, sweetie," he drawled, taking my hand in his, "so pleased you could join us tonight, Jasper." And he actually kissed my hand before shuffling over on the bench to make room for me and tapping the seat next to him.
"Sit next to me, honey," his voice was slow and with an accent which could almost have been English.
I couldn't think of an excuse rapidly enough, so I slunk down next to him and Emmett sat down in the space next to me.
"So Jasper, where are you from? I detect a hint of southern twang in your sexy voice," Edward asked tilting his head towards me.
Before I could answer, Emmett chimed, "I told you, Edward, to leave the boy alone. Don't scare him off."
"Just being friendly, bro," Edward huffed and lifted his chin away from his brother.
I could handle myself. I've had to deal with a lot worse than Edward before. "Yeah, I'm from Texas originally, but spent time in Jacksonville and Chicago in my early and mid teens."
Edward smiled at me and then raised an eyebrow at his brother in defiance.
I found it difficult to take my eyes off him. He was so good looking and despite his mannerisms, there was something about him which kept drawing my attention back to him. His fingers were playing with the collar of his rather loud and slightly too patterned shirt. He had some sort of scarf knotted around his neck and I noticed a single diamond stud in one of his ears when his extremely long fingers went to run through his hair.
"So, beautiful, you're going to major in History then?" Edward enquired with interest.
"Yep, it's always been a favourite subject of mine. How about all of you?" I tried to open up the conversation to include everyone seated around the table.
Emmett took the lead. "These three are all taking Maths and Physics," he said nodding to the guys facing us.
"Music and Literature are my subjects, darling, if you're interested. I'm the creative one." Edward interrupted his brother once more. There was obviously some rivalry between the two of them and I was now playing 'piggy in the middle'.
It suddenly struck me that Emmett had invited me here for a specific reason and if it wasn't to meet Edward, had he intended to set me up with one of the three guys opposite who were now staring intently at me? Or was it a prelude to Emmett actually asking me out on a date?
I forcibly swallowed and tried to remain calm. Emmett had been the one to seek me out in the lecture theatre, his 'gaydar' obviously zooming in on me, and he had introduced himself within minutes of sitting down. I thought he was just being friendly and welcoming, with his invite to meet 'like-minded' students for coffee.
Emmett was definitely not my type. He reminded me of a beefy ex-boyfriend who had become too possessive and too controlling. I hadn't seen the similarity until now. And his brother, who was currently sitting a little too close for comfort, was not my type either, despite his ravishingly beautiful face.
I leant forward and put my arms on the table in an attempt to put some distance between my neck and Edward's fingers, which had started to play with the hair on the back of my neck.
I scanned the three faces sitting across from me just as the waitress came to take our order.
Jake was probably the one I'd choose if I was ever given a choice. His body was lean and the muscles bulged under his tight black tee-shirt. His long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he had a glorious smile with dazzling white teeth. As he hadn't said a lot yet, I thought I'd reserve my final judgement on him just for the moment.
Riley was sweet in his own way, but there was something a little creepy about his eyes. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was no instant chemistry between us.
Seth was cute, I suppose, as well as good looking and seemed to have a wicked sense of humour.
"And what would you like?" the waitress was talking to me.
"Oh, just a plain black coffee, please," I managed to blurt out.
Edward nudged me. "He likes it strong...just like his men," he smirked and winked at me as well.
I just shook my head and decided not to comment.
"So who's up for a game of pool when we've had our coffees?" Emmett challenged, changing the subject.
We all nodded our agreement.
"I think I can bend over in these jeans," Edward informed us all unashamedly and I looked down at his lap to see the denim was hugging his lower half very tightly. My eyes fixed on the bulge at the front for a few seconds longer than I should and only looked away when he leaned in close and whispered, "See something you like, baby?"
I blushed immediately and was fortunately saved from further embarrassment as the waitress arrived and served our coffees.
We all chatted amiably as we sipped our hot beverages and I decided that these guys were going to be fun to hang around with whilst I was at university. I hadn't managed to connect with any of the guys in my halls of residence as I was the only gay male in our corridor and most of them had given me a wide berth.
"So what do you say to three teams for pool?" Riley suggested.
"I'll go with Jake," Seth offered eagerly.
"Emmett's usually my partner," Riley added.
"In more ways than one," Edward grinned. "So that leaves Jasper all for me then."
"Just for pool, Edward, remember," Emmett seriously warned his brother.
"Well that's entirely up to us, isn't it Jasper?" Edward said with a twinkle in his eye. "We'll play last as I've got to pop to the little boys' room."
So as we all headed over to the pool table, Edward minced in the opposite direction.
"Sorry about Edward, Jasper. He gets a little over the top when he's nervous or excited. He'll calm down a bit by the end of the evening," Emmett assured me.
"Don't worry about it. I can handle him."
I perched myself on a nearby stool and watched as the two teams each took turns to take shots at the balls.
Edward soon returned and headed straight towards me. I took in his full appearance for the first time. He was tall, probably an inch or two higher than me. He was slim but with broad shoulders; his tight fitting shirt emphasised the shape of his chest. His skinny jeans hung low on his hips and his legs appeared to go on forever. God he was gorgeous and, despite the way he walked, all swaying hips and limp wrist, I felt stirrings in my loins.
I closed my eyes briefly as he perched on the stool next to me.
"You okay, honey?" he asked with concern. "Don't worry, I'm a perfect shot. We'll win, you'll see."
I shook my head slowly. If that was all I had to worry about this evening. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't really falling for Edward. He just wasn't my type, I told myself once more.
Emmett and Riley won the first game and Jake appeared to be a sore loser. Seth consoled him with a kiss and a cuddle and as the night wore on it became obvious that these two guys were an item. But now, I didn't feel any disappointment that Jake was already spoken for.
Edward and I played Emmett and Riley next.
"I'll break for us," Edward offered and as he leant over the pool table, his shirt rode up his back and exposed a sprinkling of stars which were tattooed over his hip and across his lower back. Against his pale smooth skin, they stood out like stars in the Milky Way.
As he stood up to face me, I caught sight of a piercing through his belly button and for some reason I wondered where else he was tattooed and pierced.
As Edward predicted, we did win this game and the game against Jake and Seth. We were about to start the second round of games, when I noticed a figure walking into the coffee shop. I had to do a second take just to make sure.
"Oh shit," I hissed loudly, attracting my new friends' attention.
"What is it, sweetie?" Edward asked as the colour must have instantly drained from my face.
"Oh God, don't let him see me," I said pulling Edward by his shirt so he was standing between my legs as I sat on the stool.
"Who are you talking about?" Edward whispered into my ear as he looked down at me.
"The guy who just walked in," I said quietly against Edward's hard chest.
I felt Edward turn his head to look over his shoulder.
"The guy with the dirty blond hair scraped back into a short tail?" he asked.
"Yes, he's an ex of mine, in fact, a rather nasty ex-boyfriend. Edward, would you do me a favour?" I asked in my panic without really considering the consequences.
"Anything for you, baby," he promised.
"If he catches sight of me, can we pretend that we're together?"
Edward gives me a gentle smile, "No problem, honey."
I risk a peak over Edward's shoulder and instantly freeze when I see him heading towards us.
Edward gets the message and puts his hands on my waist and steps a little closer. I look up at him and blink.
His fingers reach up and caress my cheek, gliding down to my chin. He slowly lifts my face upwards so that we are now a matter of inches from each other. His pink tongue peaks out and before I can stop him, his lips connect with mine. I just surrender to the moment and let my jaw go slack. Edward's warm yet soft lips move softly over mine and his moist tongue seeks entrance into my mouth. I open up for him and tentatively flick my tongue over his. He hums with pleasure I assume, although he may just be acting the part.
When we pull apart, I open my eyes to see another pair of dark eyes glaring at me.
"Jasper," he growls, "can I have a word with you...in private?"
"If you've got something to say, you can say it in front of me," Edward says in a tone I have yet to hear him use.
"And all of us as well," Emmett steps forward making his presence known.
"Okay...if that's the way you want it," my ex sneers. "Jasper, I've been looking for you these last few months and now I've finally found you, I want you to come home with me," he says in a familiar sweet voice. But I've learnt my lesson and I don't accept this pretence of niceness.
"We finished a long time ago and I'm not going anywhere with you ever again," I say as firmly as I can muster.
"We just had a misunderstanding, Jasper. I promise you that things will be better between us this time," he tried to smile and I remember how he would have almost convinced me in the past, but not this time.
I sighed, but pulled Edward closer until I could feel his heart beating in his chest. He no doubt could feel mine pounding as well and my shaking hands as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"He's with me now," Edward said confidently holding me tighter to his body.
Ignoring Edward, James looked at me, "You've got one chance Jasper before I start to get angry."
"I think you'd better leave now," Emmett snarled.
Jake stepped forward too and as he overshadowed James, he wisely retreated, turned and headed out of the door.
"That's the last we'll see of him," Jake gloated but I was not entirely convinced. I collapsed in relief for now and my head rested on Edward's chest.
"Thanks for that," I muttered into his shirt.
"Anytime," he said as he took a step back. "Are you sure you're okay, sweetie? He was a nasty piece of work. Whatever did you see in him?"
"He was really good to me at first and we got on well, but after a few months he got all possessive and I saw a jealous and vicious side to him. Thank goodness I got out while I did. I don't know what would have happened if I would have stayed with him."
"You would have been a battered husband and another statistic," he replied sardonically.
Edward and I lost our next two games as neither of us could seem to concentrate fully on the game. On my part, I'm not sure if it was due to my unexpected encounter with James or the fact that I wanted Edward to hold and kiss me once more.
Edward seemed to quieten down just as Emmett had predicted, but that didn't stop him starting to dance when the background music was turned up a few notches.
So while the other two teams played their final games, I sat and watched Edward gyrating and singing to some cheesy love songs.
"Always I want to be with you, make believe with you, live in harmony, harmony, harmony...," Edward sang in tune and didn't take his eyes from me.

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