Forsaken and Broken

LIZ SALVATORE

Jasper stood from the bed, pulling out the earphones. It had been more than fifteen minutes since Stacy left to drink water and hadn't returned back. He had a bad feeling about it. Normally he found this whole thing fun and exciting, just the right thing he needed to survive the huge void inside him. But that day he was kind of restless, just wanted to ignore everything and go upstairs and sleep.

As Jasper made his way to open the door—planning to search for Stacy— he stopped when she walked in, eyes red and watery. Thinking that unconsciously he did something that was too much for her, Jasper quickly apologised, “I am sorry, did I hurt you someway?”

But when she shook her head at him before opening and closing her mouth several times, Jasper raised his brow in confusion.

“Stacy, what happened?”

Stacy rubbed her running nose before speaking, “You told me that Alex was going to be late today,” Her voice broke and that confused Jasper even more. He nodded his head anyway not knowing where she was going with it. And Alex himself told him that he would be late. She shaking her head continued, “I saw him in the kitchen right now, h. . . he saw me and— ”

Jasper looked at her shocked, cutting her from finishing her sentence. He spoke , raising his voice, “Are you serious?”

She nodded her head, “I don't know what to do, he is close with my boyfriend and if he told him. . . .”

“He will not tell him, I promise you that.” Jasper sighed before picking his trousers from the chair, “I will let my driver know to drop you home. I will see you tomorrow in office, good night.”

He pulled his pants and even before Stacy could get any words out, he stormed away from the room. In his way he called his driver to let him know about Stacy. For some unknown reason, when he reached the door, he felt shameful and nervous about Alec knowing what he was doing downstairs with Stacy.

He took a deep breath and opened the door to his bedroom. He knew that Alec wouldn't even talk to him or be near to him if he isn't clean. So with a reluctant sigh he made his way towards the bathroom and quietly allowed the door to close behind him. 

Looking over at the bed, he didn't see anyone.

Maybe Alec went to one of his friends house for the night.

He visibly relaxed thinking that he'd sparred the awkward conversation and uncomfortable environment that was a fix every time Alec caught him with someone else.

Jasper made his way into the bathroom and looked into the mirror and noticed how tired and exhausted he looked. There were several bite marks near his collar bone. He never liked getting a hickey from any of the girls, but he was too tired to say anything and let Stacy do whatever she wanted. He stared back to his tired eyes, never had he thought that he could be this exhausted from not even doing anything.

Yawning a little, Jasper made his way over to the shower and turned the water on.

As the water started to spray out, he casually discarded his pants and briefs and ran his fingers through his hair lazily before stepping into the warm stream. The water silently rolled down his back and he involuntarily moaned at the feeling of pure relaxation. It was eliminating all the knots and strain in his muscle by gently raining down on him. He gradually leaned his head back under the spray and closed his eyes as the water made its way over his hair and reached into his scalp.

He reached up and grabbed the body wash from the near shelf, lathering up every part of his body ever so slowly, making sure to pay extra attention to some parts. He skillfully kneaded his fingers over his tip, taking in each and every sensation as his head filled with the image of several girls he had spent his time with, moaning and groaning under him. His breathing started to pick up and he quickly wrapped his hand around his hardened shaft.

He wished it would just lay limp, so that he could just take a normal shower.

But the memories were too much, just thinking about all those nights sparked the need of desire within him. His head was soon filled with the erotic images of several girls, their body glistening with sweat and eyes sparkling for need. He gripped himself, stroking firmly. It was time like these when his mind would go back to the time when he was happy, truly happy.

Jasper unleashes a lengthy moan when her face comes before his eyes. He can still remember those naughty forest green eyes, sandy blond hair and those full lips that were once heaven for him. He can still remember it all as if it had been only a few days and not two years.

    Liz had come home from a week long meeting in Paris, so they hadn't seen each other much at all during the past few weeks. Although Jasper knew that she would be tired, he wanted to impress her with a new Indian meal that he'd learned to cook from his friend.

He made sure that the clothes he chose to wear that night hugged his body extra tight, so that the moment she would walk done the hallway, her eyes would be right on Jasper, nothing else.

He was ready when she finally arrived as Alec had already messaged him when she left her house. The front door opens, Jasper knew he had to put his plan in motion but as soon as Liz stepped into the house, he couldn't help but stare. She was wearing a really tight emerald dress that ended at her thighs, making her creamy legs even more attractive.

Her hair was curled and the red lipstick totally stole his heart and once their eyes met, he knew that their food would have to wait, because it wasn't food he needed at that moment, the only thing he wanted was her, his oxygen.

Jasper moaned as his breathing picked up. He remembered how delicately she came closer to him, all the while he himself was unbuttoning his shirt. Liz smirked at him while gently bringing her cherry bottom lip into her mouth.

Jasper gasped slightly, feeling the constrict in his pants. He deftly bit his lips as she finally stopped in front of him with the biggest smirk plastered on her face. Jasper let his eyes roam all over her body cautiously before he stepped forward so that their chests were touching. Letting a breath go, he hastily wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to his body.

She let her finger graze over his body before slamming her lips harshly onto his. They both moaned into the kiss as their lips moved against each other in perfect sync. He carefully let his lips flick out just as she groaned, making her mouth open slightly. Jasper took advantage of the moment and swiftly slipped his tongue into her mouth, softly swirling their tongues together.

She slowly pulled away, Jasper watched as a smirk appeared on her face. Dropping her voice into a deep monotone she whispered lightly, “I love when you pout Jasper. It looks so right on you. Damn, I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on even more than I already am.”

Liz watched as he blushed bright red all the way from his neck to ears. She loved him a lot, they were dating for years now and nothing felt more perfect and permanent in her life than the man standing in front of her.

“I. . . I thought I could hold it till dinner, but you are making it impossible. So, can I ask you something?” Jasper said after a few minutes, his heart throbbing and thousands of butterflies flying in a circle inside his stomach.

She smiled warmly at him and said, “Well if it's that important that you can't even wait for the dinner, pretty sure it would be interesting.”

“Ye. . . .yes it is.” He took a deep breath before getting on his one knee and pulling a white velvet box from his paint pocket. “Miss Salvatore, we've known each other our entire life. And I don't think I could ever live without you, so can I have the opportunity to show you how important you are to me. Will you marry me, Liz?”

She blinked, unable to believe her ears. She looked at him and then back to the diamond ring inside the box. It was the most beautiful day in her life. “Who'd be that stupid to let you go.”

She got on her own knees and kissed him as he slipped the ring on her fingers. Their tongues fought with passion and breathing hard. It was the most treasured memory that Jasper had of her, the dream that she broke without even thinking for once.

Hissing low, Jasper opened his eyes as he was brought out of his painful memory. His hands sped up as he was about to reach his c****x. He looked down when an angelic face popped into his head. This one also had the same forest green eyes and full lips, but the eyes were behind a thick framed glass and instead of blond, the hairs were brown.

Jasper tugged from root to tip as he pictured Alec's hand wrapped around him, stroking him while looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of his. His breath picked up when he pictured wrapping Alec's long legs around himself, pounding into him. His lips swollen and face flushed, hair messy and eyes filled with ecstasy.

“Alexander Salvatore,” He moaned as he came.

He opened his eyes and felt vertigo, hitting the tiled floor behind him. It felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest. He couldn't believe the image in front of him a moment ago. It never happened to him before. Alec was never in his mind like that. He had slept with him, multiple times, but it was not out of love, he did it because he was angry at Liz and knowing how much Alec meant to her, he wanted to hurt her.

He watched as the evidence of his doing washed away with water. With shaking hand he once again grabbed the body wash and lathered his body. Once his body was properly rinsed, he reached for the knob on the shower and turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Shivering due to the cold, he quickly grabbed the towel from the towel rack and dried himself with it.

After wrapping another towel around his waist and dropping the old one in hamper he exited the bathroom, approaching his side of the bed. He was just about to drop the towel and climb in when he saw the covers of the bed move slightly. He pulled the covers softly to reveal the same angelic face he saw in the bathroom.

Smiling softly he looked at the small sleeping figure, but what he saw made him frown. Alec's eyes were puffy and red and he was clutching the blanket like it was the only thing that mattered to him. Sighing softly, Jasper carefully climbed on the opposite side of the bed and quietly reached his hands over, making sure not to startle the sleeping being. He brought his fingers up and started gently pushing them through Alec's silky brown hairs. It was always a calming sensation.

He watched as Alec's chest rose and fell in rhythmic pattern, remembering the time when they were kids and on every Christmas how they shared the same bed. Jasper warily let his finger drop from Alec's hair only to hear a low mumble erupting from Alec's sleeping self, “I love you Jasper, please don't let me go.”

He was about to reply when he realised Alec was mumbling in his dream.

He lowered himself on the bed, gently wrapping his arms around his husband and pulling him closer to himself. He smelled Alec's hair as his body slowly began to shut down