Remember What It Tastes Like[Emmett/Jasper][One-Shot]
Title: Remember What It Tastes Like
Pairing: Emmett/Jasper
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns.
Summary: Every time he was with Rosalie, he would try his damndest to feign interest - to make her believe he still actually cared. But it was a difficult task, especially when his passions lye elsewhere.
Author's Note: This story was written as a birthday present for you_ravish_me, an amazing and dedicated reader - and also the author of the brilliant and hilarious Twilulz.
Emmett watched from the other side of the room as Jasper caressed his mate’s cheek with the back of his hand, placing small kisses along her jaw while she giggled sweetly.
It was love. And it made him sick.
No, not sick. Angry.
Jealous.
Jealous.
Every time he was with Rosalie, he would try his damndest to feign interest - to make her believe he still actually cared.
But it was a difficult task, especially when his passions lye elsewhere.
He was all too aware of the fact that Jasper felt his jealousy, and was none too concerned with disguising it.
Let him know, he thought.
Edward knew too, of course. But as of yet he had made no attempt to approach Emmett about the things in his mind. Perhaps it made Edward feel uncomfortable. Or perhaps he was just afraid to ask, “Why are you thinking about our brother’s body?”
Emmett believed that maybe Jasper enjoyed the attention he knew he was getting. Enjoyed Emmett’s wandering eyes and appreciative glances. Even enjoyed the little stabs of pain Emmett felt when Jasper and Alice kissed.
No matter, Emmett told himself, I’m only dreaming anyway.
* * *
Time passed in a haze over the following weeks. Emmett knew it was absurd to let himself become obsessed with Jasper. And he knew he was only setting himself up to fall. But he could not resist the pull of Jasper’s beauty - his large golden eyes and shaggy blond hair. And his lithe, agile body, muscled and strong but small in comparison to his own. He wanted that body; to pull it close and rough it up, have it submit to his will.
But Jasper wasn’t the submissive kind.
And neither was he.
* * *
Emmett knew he had been beaten by his longing for the empath when he could no longer get it up for Rosalie. Under different circumstances this would have caused severe embarrassment, but right now it only brought on anxiety.
There was nothing he could do to combat his craving, and even less he could do to satisfy it.
His body only needed one thing.
* * *
It was an awkward decision for him to make, when Jasper asked him to come hunting. Obviously he really, really wanted to. But he was afraid that the rush of the hunt might cause him to act… irrationally.
He was going to say no - he honestly was, until Jasper looked up from beneath dark lashes and smiled. “I can feel your stress, Emmett. I’m sure the hunt would do you good.”
“Yeah… I guess.”
He was certain he saw Jasper smirk as they left the house. He was sure of it.
* * *
They travelled further than they usually did. Jasper seemed intent on leading Emmett as far from home as he possibly could without it seeming suspicious.
Emmett, however, was already suspicious.
The empath continued to shoot him odd glances.
Emmett grew more frustrated with each passing minute. Jasper was definitely toying with him. “How much farther are you going to take us?”
Jasper slowed and looked at Emmett over his shoulder. “That depends, actually…”
“On what?” Emmett growled.
“How much noise you make when you fuck.”
Emmett stopped, confused. And angry. If Jasper was making fun of him…
“Oh, come on, Emmett. Don’t bother getting upset with me. I thought I would be doing you a favor, bringing you out here to help release a bit of tension. You’ve been so… uptight lately.”
Emmett sighed and kept walking, pushing past Jasper to take the lead.
“What?!” Jasper cried. “Why are you angry? Unless I misunderstood your jealousy…? Maybe it was really Alice that you wanted?”
“Could you not be an asshole about this.”
“I didn’t think I was. I’m just offering a little help. Offering my services.”
“I don’t want your services.”
Jasper laughed, loud and sarcastic. “Yes you fucking do! Its all you’ve been thinking about - Edward told me. This was partially his idea. And poor Rosalie, thinks you’re disgusted by her. I think it would be in everybody’s best interests for you to get this out of your system.”
Emmett turned, his eyes growing dark as he loomed over his brother. “What do you think ‘this’ is, Jasper? You make it sound like a germ - like I have a disease that you all need me to be rid of.”
“Wow, Emmett, you’re being very dramatic.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Okay, okay.” Taking a deep breath, the empath decided to take a different approach. “Listen, you’ve needed me for a long time. I’ve felt it, Edward has read it in your mind. And right now, that need is stronger than ever. I am offering to help you. This is lust, and its consuming you. We want our brother back, and Rosalie wants her husband back. If you want me, take me. I’m not going to say no.”
For a moment, Emmett didn’t say anything. He stood still as a statue, considering the significance of what Jasper was offering.
“Well?” Jasper asked, stepping closer.
Emmett rubbed his hands over his face, breathing slowly. His body was already reacting to his brother’s offer, but his mind was tossing around all of the possible consequences of acting upon such desires.
“Yes.” He finally said, sighing. “Yes, I want to do this.”
Jasper smiled, and it wasn’t mocking or suggestive. It was just a smile.
Emmett didn’t move as his brother closed the distance between their bodies. He didn’t move when hands slipped beneath his shirt, pushing and lifting it over his head. He didn’t even move when Jasper’s mouth began to suck gently on the flesh of his right shoulder.
But when one graceful hand slid down over his abdomen, and then lower, palming his erection through the thick fabric of his jeans, he couldn’t stay still any longer.
Soft groans escaped his parted lips as he lifted Jasper’s face to his own, stealing only a gentle kiss at first. His brother’s lips were smooth, and he tasted rich and bitter. Closing his eyes, Emmett guided Jasper toward the thick trunk of a tree, pressing him back against it.
Jasper’s hand worked at the zipper of Emmett’s jeans as Emmett himself unbuckled the belt. As they were undone, Jasper slid his hand inside his brother’s pants, beneath the elastic of his briefs, teasing small circles around the sensitive skin just above his cock.
Growling, Emmett claimed Jasper’s lips in a slow, rough, heated fashion. His tongue crawled in and out of his brother’s mouth, teeth biting and dragging at his bottom lip.
Jasper’s breaths were already shaky, as were his hands that wandered and touched. Fingers lightly stroking Emmett’s burning cock, dancing like feathers over the engorged flesh, sticky with pre-cum.
Whispering into his brother’s mouth, Emmett asked, “Will you let me fuck you?”
Jasper whined, lazily nodding his head.
Lowering his head to suck at Jasper’s neck, Emmett began to unbutton his brother’s shirt, sliding it off over his shoulders. Undoing his pants, he pushed them down to Jasper’s knees.
They both took their time as they stepped out of their shoes, working to discard their pants and underwear. Jasper panted and shivered against Emmett’s body, lifting his legs quickly, clamping them around his brother’s thick, strong hips. His own cock rubbed smoothly over the muscles of Emmett’s abs, and he rest his head back against the tree, mouth open slightly as he gasped.
Shifting a little, Emmett adjusted the angle of his hips, hands massaging Jasper’s thighs as he begun to push inside. Jasper’s body stiffened, legs squeezing Emmett’s sides, unintentionally pulling him closer, deeper.
He was halfway in when his skin started to tingle, crawling and itching and yearning. He found Jasper’s lips, decorating them with scattered kisses as he tried to be gentle, pushing again, slowly, until he could bury himself no further.
For minutes he didn’t move, just trailed his hands over Jasper’s lean body, massaging the muscles of his lower back to help him relax.
When Jasper’s body felt comfortable with the intrusion of his brother’s solid organ, he opened his eyes, watching Emmett’s face as he told him, “It’s okay, I’m ready.”
Emmett leant his forehead against Jasper’s throat, beginning to fuck him with gentle, paced thrusts. The tight muscles surrounding his cock squeezed pleasure from every nerve, pulling low, rasping moans from his throat.
Jasper held onto him, embracing him with both arms and legs, keeping him close. His head rest against Emmett’s dark hair, his brother’s cool, heavy breaths caressing the skin of his collarbone. He felt the muscles of Emmett’s abs ripple against his cock every time he pushed in and pulled back. He lifted his legs higher, heels digging into Emmett’s spine.
Emmett chuckled quietly as he hit Jasper’s prostate, listening to the pretty sounds that poured from his brother’s silky lips. His right hand snuck down between their bodies to grasp Jasper’s dick, fisting the organ as his hand slid up and down.
Jasper began to rock his hips, his moans growing louder every time Emmett’s cock hit that spot. His body twitched as his brother’s thick organ filled him again and again, the hand between his legs producing sensations of undeniable gratification. It wouldn’t take long for Emmett to bring him to climax. He could feel the tightening in the pit of his gut, the unusual warmth spreading through his groin.
His fingers dug into the ridges below Emmett’s shoulder blades as he came, whining and moaning as Emmett’s hand slowed its rhythm, finally stopping when Jasper’s dick became limp against his belly.
The empath drew heavy, ragged breaths as his brother continued to push inside of him. He cupped Emmett’s face with his hands, lifting his head so their lips could touch. Jasper tried to kiss the other vampire, his tongue moving about his brother’s mouth, dipping inside and drawing out, tasting and inhaling his breath as Emmett moaned and panted.
Increasing his pace, Emmett pushed harder, thrusts growing more frantic as he neared climax. He pulled back from Jasper’s kiss, bowing his head toward his neck, biting down gently as every nerve in his body tingled, pleasure sparking from his cock and travelling throughout his entire body. Gasping, he gripped Jasper’s thighs hard, fucking him faster until he came, riding out his orgasm as Jasper held him tight.
The empath’s fingers trailed through his brother’s short hair as he whispered, “Feel good?”
“…Yeah.” Emmett breathed, still holding Jasper’s legs as he pulled himself all the way out.
Jasper chuckled, placing a small kiss at Emmett’s temple. “Want to hunt now?”
“Yes.” Emmett said, retrieving his clothes and slipping them back on. “I’m starving.”
* * *
Much later that evening, Emmett lye on the couch with Rosalie, watching the discovery channel.
“Emmett,” she asked, “you still love me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, baby.”
She just nodded, holding his hand a little more tightly.
Jasper sat in the far corner, playing chess with Edward.
He watched the look of concentration painted on the empath’s face, knowing that he was trying to mask his thoughts from the mind reader.
Emmett still wanted him as much as he had before - maybe more. But that was okay, because he could remember what Jasper tasted like. What he felt like. And for now, he thought, that might be enough.