Happy Birthday Yoga! From Domward's Mistress!

Alright, Yoga, I was totally supposed to be on a break from all things fanfiction but I couldn't pass up the chance to show you some b-day love. And what better way to do that than with some boylovin'? This isn't really considered an outtake of Landslide, so I will just call it a glimpse into the future of Fucksper and OCDward :)

Happy Birthday, bb. May it be filled with yummy boyporn and hot smut!

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I stood behind the counter, looking at the beautiful man sitting in the booth, staring intently at the menu spread before him on the formica tabletop. Brows knitted like he would even fucking consider the daily special over the Denver omelette. Why he was looking over the menu with the pretense that he might actually order anything different than he ever did was fucking beyond me.

Predictibility, thy name is Edward Cullen.

Not concerned with anyone else at that moment, I allowed myself to take in his form, my cock hardening as my eyes roamed over the body I had learned so well, and realizing at the same time, that something was different.

Something was off.

Studying him more closely, I noticed he had replaced his usual boring khakis with a pair of low slung blue jeans. A gray cotton t-shirt with sleeves wrapped tightly around his biceps stretched taunt across his shoulders and back had replaced his typical over-starched Oxfords. However, his hair displayed its usual disarray of bronze perfection, giving him that 'freshly fucked' look.

I had never seen him so casual before, outside of being completely fucking nude of course. He looked amazing.

It took everything I had not to throw him over the table and fuck him into next week.

As if reading my thoughts, he turned his attention to me, and that fucking sexy crooked grin was plastered on his perfect face. And then, he fucking winked at me.

Fuck.

He was just begging me to take him, right there, in front of my boss, and the old couple sitting in the corner.

I couldn’t stop staring at him and I must have looked like a fucking idiot standing there, paralyzed; my cock so hard it was throbbing. My control was already worn thin from my dreams the night before, and now he was sitting there. Intentionally. Fucking. Teasing. Me.

He had no idea what he was about to unleash.

With his eyes still on me, he ran his hand through his hair, sliding it down to his neck. He massaged the muscles there for a second, closing his eyes and parting his lips, beckoning me to just fuck his mouth. Slipping his fingertips into the collar of his tee, he dragged his hand around, tilting his head to the side before pulling the material down a bit, revealing his delectable collarbone.

Now he was in dangerous territory.

He was putting his throat on display for me. The one part of his fucking delicious body that I desperately wanted, but couldn’t have. Knowing if I got my mouth, my teeth on his throat, I would mark him. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, and he knew this.

And now he was fucking taunting me with it.

Pulling his fingertips out of his shirt, he ran them across his neck, fingering the sensitive skin over his pulse point.

Soft, warm skin; tender and pale. I wanted to fucking sink my teeth into it, mark him as mine, and let the world know that this boy, this beautiful fucking boy was mine and no one elses. Of course I knew that not to be true, but the possessiveness I felt for him was above all else, and marking him, letting the world know, was all I could think about.

I never fully understood what it was that made me crave it so much, the insatiable want to worship the delicate skin there. It was something primal...something buried deep within me that called out and screamed for me to claim him.

Then, he slowly licked his top lip before pulling his bottom between his teeth, raking them across it.

My cock twitched.

Opening his eyes, he immediately smirked at me, then went back to reading his menu. Thankful for the apron wrapped around my waist, I walked over to him, planning to find out if he'd lost his fucking mind. But before I could say anything, he looked up from his menu with a big fucking smile on his face.

"I'll take the Denver Omelette, please?" he ordered with mock innocence.

I leaned over his table enough so only he could hear my fierce whisper, one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other rested across the back of booth behind him. Edward leaned into me slightly, curiosity etched in his features. "You're goin' to take my cock down your throat in a minute if you don't stop the fuckin' teasing."

"Hmmm...is that a threat or a promise?" he whispered back, looking up at me through his lashes and smirking.

"That all depends on how you look at it."

He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on mine, that mischievous glint shining strongly. Then he set the menu down before dropping his hand underneath the table.

Shit.

His arm moved in a rhythm I knew all too well, and I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, eyelids fluttering closed as he bit his full bottom lip.

Fuck, I almost shot my load right then.

I had to grip the edge of the table with every bit of strength I had to keep myself from snatching him out of the booth and letting my mouth take over for his hand.

Boss and old couple be damned.

Abruptly, he brought his hand back to the top of the table and stood up. I silently thanked every deity known to man because I wouldn't have been able to handle it much longer. Unfortunately, my gratefulness was short lived as I watched him adjust himself, leaving his hand on his cock a little longer than neccessary, intentionally showing me his erection, before stepping out of the booth and heading towards the bathroom. Swaying his hips suggestively, even more so than fucking usual, he threw me a look over his shoulder.

A 'come fuck me hard' look.

Fuck.

He was seriously asking me to follow him to the bathroom. Follow him, and engage in some sort of sexual activity.

In a public restroom.

In the middle of the day.

At my job.

How could I refuse an offer like that?

Mustering what I hoped would be portrayed as calm, I walked at a normal pace, back around the counter and stripped off my apron.

"Val, I'm takin' a break."

"Okay, hon."

Internally, I was doing back flips and jumping for joy that she'd let me out that easy. Externally, I remained collected, and leisurely made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door, I was greeted with the sight of Edward, leaned back against the sink, bracing himself on his palms while his fingers strummed lazily on the ceramic, his legs crossed at the ankles with that fucking smirk still on his face.

"So, I've decided that I want to take your previous statement as a promise," he declared with a quirked brow.

Quickly closing the distance between us, I crushed my face to his, capturing his throaty moan with my lips. I grabbed him by his biceps and turned, pushing his body against the bathroom wall. While my tongue dominated his mouth, my hands roamed, caressing his chest, the fleshy globes of his ass through his jeans, skimming the warm skin at his waist before sliding around, grazing over, then gripping his cock.

Pulling away from his lips, I had to fight the urge to move down to his neck and capture that perfect skin with my lips, my teeth.

“Jasper…don't...” he pleaded breathlessly, knowing what I was dangerously close to doing.

“God damn it,” I groaned, pulling away from him, and slamming my hand into the wall beside his head, not even considering the possibility that someone might have heard it, trying to rein in some sort of fucking control.

Realizing that control just wasn’t something I had at that moment, I quickly pulled the collar of his shirt down, almost fucking ripping it in the process, and sunk my teeth into the skin over his collarbone. I stayed there just long to leave teeth imprints, needing to do something to fulfill my desperate need to mark him. And somewhere in my subconscious, I knew that those marks would fade, leaving no chance of getting him caught by his....by him.

He moaned so loudly when I bit him, I brought my hand up and clamped it over his mouth, muffling the delicious noises that were pouring out of him.

Grabbing my wrist, he pulled my hand away from his face. "The door..." he panted, reminding me that in my Edward-induced haze I had forgotten to lock it.

With a frustrated growl, I pulled away from his collarbone and turned for the door. After clicking the lock, I turned back to him, admiring the site before me: lips full and slightly bruised from our kiss, breathing heavily, eyes darkened with lust. His cheeks flushed with excitement, and the dim bathroom light made his hair look more brown than the exuberant bronze it normally was.

But my favorite part was the outline of his thick cock showing through his jeans.

Fucking hell, there had never been a more beautiful site.

“On your knees, I want to fuck that teasin' mouth of yours,” I ordered, closing the distance between us again, and pushing down on his shoulders.

Smirking at me before dropping tantilizingly slowly to his knees, he pushed me further over the edge.

Oh, he was just fucking asking for it.

Looking at the God kneeling before me, I quickly unbuttoned my jeans, sliding the zipper down and letting them pool around my ankles. The sight of him licking his lips when my cock bounced lightly against my stomach as it was freed was almost too much, and I nearly came all over his gorgeous face right then. I held off, knowing that soon I would be encased in his hot succulent mouth with those lush lips wrapped tightly around me, and that velvet tongue teasing my head.

"Open," I commanded, grabbing two handfuls of his hair and pulling him towards my cock.

The minute I felt his tongue swirl across the head, I knew that I wouldn't last long.

I also knew it wouldn't be gentle.

Immediately thrusting my hips forward into his welcoming heat, I bit my lip to stifle the groans threatening to bubble out of my throat. His mouth was so fucking perfect; pure euphoria making me dizzy and my legs feel like something resembling Jell-O.

"Yeah, just like that...fuckin' take my cock."

Moving one hand from his hair, I placed it against the wall, bracing myself so I didn't fucking collapse. The hand on his head moved him back and forth on my cock, pushing so forcefully that I slipped into his throat on every other pass. Judging by his humming, he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was. I contemplated taking the rest of the day off just so I could keep him here, sucking me off like the expert he was.

Then, he swallowed around the head of my cock.

"I'm fuckin' coming," I rasped, holding him in place at the base of my cock with me still buried deep in his mouth.

Fuck, he had gotten me so worked up with his teasing that I came quicker than I ever had before.

Slumping against the wall, I rested my head on my forearm, trying to control my breathing and regain the use of my legs. He licked me clean before pulling my jeans back up, fastening them, then standing back up to full height to look at me with a smug grin on his face.

Kissing him, I searched for the traces left over from my orgasm that he had greedily sucked down. That was something I loved; tasting myself on him. It let me know our time together was real, no matter how short lived. Feeling his still-hard cock press into my thigh quickly reminded me of his need, and as much as I wanted to return the favor, I decided against it.

Payback's a bitch.

Moving my lips up his jaw line, feeling the narrow edge and the delicious, light stubble that covered it, I moaned in his ear, purposely letting my breath wash over his skin. “Sugar, your so fuckin' hard for me, I bet your cock is achin' right now, isn’t it?”

As I palmed him through his jeans, he whined and thrust his hips forward.

“You liked me fuckin' your mouth like that? Usin' you for my pleasure only?”

“Oh, God...yeah…” he moaned breathlessly, his head falling forward onto my shoulder and his fingers digging into my hips.

“Good to know," I finished simply, and moved my hand from his cock. I took one look in the mirror, trying to make sure I didn't seem too disheveled. My still heavy lidded eyes were brighter and my cheeks were flushed, but luckily, nothing else seem to be out of place. As I unlocked the door, I felt a hint of nervousness. What if someone heard? What if we got caught?

Only one way to find out.

With one last look over my shoulder at Edward, I noticed the shocked and frustrated expression on his face, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

See if he ever teases me again.