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Rose blew out the candle as we sang, then peeled the paper off her cupcake. Licking a smear of buttercream from her thumb, she looked straight at Emmett and smiled. He rolled his eyes, and I stifled a laugh.

"I don't even know how you can think about eating that," he told her.

She cast a hard look at Em. "What? When did you become such a prude?"

Emmett laughed, eyes huge, hands flailing. "Today, when we walked in on them bent over our kitchen counter fucking, Rose!"

Rose mumbled under her breath, looking from me, to Edward, and back again. "It was hot. You know it was."

I had to look away, to keep Emmett from commenting on my blush.

Edward threw up his hands and grunted. "Aw, fuck. I'm going to bed. Happy birthday, sweetie." He kissed Rose on the forehead and squeezed her shoulder. She stood up and hugged him tight, and whispered loud enough for us all to hear.

"The buttercream was delicious, E."

Edward smiled widely and looked at me. "Thank Jas for that." He kissed her again, a quick peck on the lips, and headed for our bedroom with a smirk on his face. I wasn't far behind.

~x~x~x~

I was whisking the butter when I felt hands on my hips and little nibbles on my bare neck, above my apron strap. While the oven had been running, it was too hot for a shirt.

"Am I too late to help?"

I turned just enough to catch his lips in a sloppy kiss, trying to ignore the desire to drag him off to our bedroom. In addition to his full class schedule, he'd been working extra hours to save for a new guitar and it felt like days since we'd had any time alone.

"Cupcakes are ready, and all I have left is the frosting." I gestured over my shoulder to the kitchen table, where the cupcakes were waiting. They'd turned out nicely, and I was glad Mom had the patience to talk me through it over the phone. I was a decent enough cook, but baking had never been my strong suit. Earlier in the week, I'd watched four different videos on making buttercream, knowing Rose hated the pre-made stuff.

He dragged his hand across my ass as he walked toward the table, admiring my work. I had to shake my head at his obvious attempt to distract me.

"They look nice, babe."

"Thanks, E." I turned down the mixer and began adding half the confectioner's sugar to my softened butter. "There's an orphan there, if you want to try one." I'd flubbed filling one and it wasn't as pretty as the others, with a large dribble of overcooked batter clinging to the outside of the paper.

"This one?"

I looked up, licking a smudge of powder from my finger. "Yep." I smiled when his eyes glazed over as I licked again, more thoroughly. Two can play this game.

He picked up the small cake and sauntered back, then leaned against the stove at my side. He toyed with the paper, peeling it back slowly, while I poured heavy cream into the mixer bowl. A little splashed on my hand, and I held it up to him. Grinning, he closed his eyes and used the tip of his tongue to taste the cream, softly moaning.

I was glad my running shorts were loose and could accommodate my growing problem. We hadn't had sex in almost a week, and I was eager to get him into our bed. He went back to fiddling with the cupcake, taking small bites and then breaking off tiny pieces and popping them into my mouth. I tried to catch his fingers with my lips, but he was too quick.

After the cream came more sugar, then vanilla and a pinch of salt. Finally I added just a drop or two of red food coloring, yielding a beautiful soft peachy-pink I hoped Rose would like. I turned off the mixer, satisfied with my results. He started to stick his finger in the mixing bowl, but I knocked his hand away, scowling.

"What?"

"Get your fingers out of there! You'll get a taste. Have some patience." I smiled and bumped his hip with mine.

"I want more than a damn taste," he muttered, pretending to look away but still watching me from the corner of his downcast eyes. He hopped up to sit on the counter, clunking his bare feet against the cabinet.

"Oh, there's plenty for more than just a taste, babe."

I brought the tray of cakes back to the counter. With a small spoon, I scooped up a bit of frosting and brought it too my mouth. His face drooped with disappointment. I tasted the frosting, enjoying the way it melted on my tongue, then held the spoon out to him, and he smiled. He popped it in his mouth and hummed, sucking it like a popsicle. He flipped it over so his tongue could conform to the bowl, and pulled it from his mouth, ending with his head tilted back and his lips parted. I licked my lips, wanting to taste the buttercream on his tongue.

"So good," he said, handing the spoon back to me. I deliberately grazed his crotch before taking it from him.

"Mmm hmm. Creamy and delicious," I said, running my hand up the inside of his thigh. He clamped his legs together, momentarily trapping my hand. I laughed and leaned in for a brief, but heated, kiss.

"So, what's next?" he asked, eyeing the mixer bowl. I removed it from the stand and folded the frosting once or twice with a spatula.

"Now, we frost." I handed him a second offset spatula and demonstrated how I wanted them to look. Nothing fancy, just a generous swirl of frosting on each cupcake, as neat as possible. We got through about half the cakes before he gave up, frustrated that his didn't look as good as mine.

"Fuck it. I'm done." He hopped down from the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, watching me work.

"Oh, come on. It's just a flick of the wrist, and a little twist. I know you can flick and twist."

"Flick and twist?" he asked, now standing behind me with his hands on my waist.

I nodded, concentrating on the cupcake in my hand and the glob of frosting on my spatula. "See? Flick… and twist. Easy."

I heard a soft whoosh behind me as he pulled off his shirt, then wrapped his arms around me. He pulled us close, my bare back against his chest, with his chin resting on my shoulder as he watched me frost another cupcake.

"Hmmm. Are you sure you've taught me this technique before?"

"Well, to some people it just comes naturally," I said, pushing my ass back into him. "Maybe you're just not able to master it… properly."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to practice more." One of his hands slid down to the top of my thigh and the other reached for his abandoned spatula. I held up the last cupcake up and wiggled it, waiting for him to try. He scooped up some buttercream, way more than he needed, and began to frost the cake in my hand.

"That's too much!" I said, pushing his hand back at the last minute and finishing the cake myself.

The hand on my thigh anchored me against him and I felt his complete arousal through my thin shorts and his jeans. "Too much?" He looked at his loaded spatula and brought it back toward his face for what I assumed was a big taste of buttercream. The next thing I knew, I felt the cool slide of frosting across my shoulder, followed quickly by his lazy tongue. "Mmmm, I think it's not enough."

He leaned back but kept his hips pinned against mine, grinding into me with his own version of flick and twist, while dragging the spatula down my spine.

With shaking hands, I put down the forgotten cake and grabbed the edge of the counter. I pushed back harder and leaned forward, feeling his hot breath on my skin as he licked and bit his way slowly along the trail of frosting.

"Mmm, so fucking good, baby. I love the way you taste, but this is even better.

"More," was all I was able to say.

"More?"

"Mmm." I pushed my hips back again, wiggling until he was wedged along the cleft of my ass, then grinding up and down. I liked the way my running shorts slid against my skin.

He picked up the spatula again, loading it with more frosting, and drew a shape on my back. Once I recognized it as a heart, I stood back up and twisted around enough for a kiss. He pulled me against him, and I felt the buttercream smear between us, leaving a sticky-sweet heart on both of us. He pushed me forward against the counter, and I slid the heavy mixer away, its hard rubber feet chattering loudly on the formica. He nudged the tray of cupcakes to the side, keeping them out of harm's way. This wasn't going to be tender and slow.

I rested my head on my crossed forearms and moaned when I felt him push my shorts down over my hips, letting them pool around my ankles. I kicked them aside when I heard the slow click of zipper teeth, and his breathing coming hard and fast. He sunk his teeth into my flank as he bent over to get rid of the jeans, and I couldn't help but moan at the sensation.

"You are so fucking hot standing there in nothing but that apron. Jesus, I want to fuck you right here."

"Do it."

"I plan to." He rubbed his cock all over my ass, dragging it slowly, playfully prodding where I wanted him most. He ran a finger through the smeared frosting heart on my back and sucked his fingers clean, leaving me aching at the wet sounds his lips made.

"Fuck, Edward. Don't tease me." I reached back with one hand and grabbed his hip.

"Shh. I got ya, babe." He stretched and reached for the olive oil decanter I kept near the stove. "Hold still."

I felt the cold trickle of oil at my tailbone, and his blunt cock head spreading it around.

"Fuck…"

"What was that?" he said, pausing with his cock pressed against my entrance.

"I said, FUCK, Edward. Jesus! Stop teas…"

"Like this?" he asked as he pushed forward, ending my complaint.

"Oooh, oh god yes."

He set a good, hard pace; not frantic, but not lazy, either. He held my cock in a loose over-hand grip, allowing our colliding bodies to provide what I needed to drive me rapidly to completion. All too soon, I was shouting his name, that familiar fire from within scorching my skin in waves.

"Edward! Oh!"

Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered the sound of a car in the drive, and the front door opening, but Edward's stream of orgasm-induced profanities blocked out everything else.

"Oh my fucking… Jasper, God! Shit! Fucking hell…" His body shuddered against me, hands tight and hard on my hips.

"Are you guys okay… what the… Jesus, guys!" Emmett's booming voice sounded from a few feet away, and I looked over my shoulder long enough to see Rose's face being pushed into his chest as Emmett turned away.

We couldn't help but laugh, breathless and still slightly dazed from our near-simultaneous climax.

"This is NOT funny, guys! God damn! That's our kitchen too, ya know. Come on, Rose." I heard him stomping away, Rose giggling, and then the front door slamming.

Edward's forehead pressed between my shoulder blades and he dragged two fingers to press against my lips, silently telling me he loved me. I kissed them to complete the gesture, then sucked them into my mouth.

He laughed and took a slow step back, leaving me empty and chilled.

I stood and arched my back, stretching as we surveyed the damage: cupcakes less than a yard away, offset spatula on the floor, mixing bowl overturned, pink frosting smeared on both of us and the counter, olive oil spilled on the stove, clothes strewn everywhere, and both of us shiny with sweat.

I pulled him in for a hug, transferring the smeared buttercream heart on his chest to the front of my apron. "Well, shit. That was fun, aside from the little birthday gift to Rose."

"Eh, she's caught us before. It's Em I'm fucking worried about. We may never get him to step foot in this kitchen again."

I laughed. "And that's a bad thing because…?"

He nodded, smiling. Em was good at dishwashing and cooking on the grill, but that was about the extent of his kitchen skills. "Come on. We've probably got about an hour before they come back. I'd rather be napping when he gets here."

I pulled my shorts back on, and we started cleaning up, sneaking laughing kisses the whole time.

~x~x~x~

I kissed Rose goodnight and headed for our bedroom, hot on Edward's heels. I heard Em's laugh and something about frosting... I stopped and turned back just in time to catch him snaking his hand up under her shirt.

"The rest of the buttercream is in the fridge, if you're curious," I said, earning a couch pillow thrown at my head.

Edward's voice echoed down the hallway from our bedroom. "No it's not, Jas. It's in here."

God, I love my man.

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A/N not a lot of plot here, but some much-requested delicious fun for Jasper and Edward. This was originally a twitter-prompt suggested by (at)jessypt, who kindly requested a return to "Simple," along with a whole bunch of other lovely people who have been clamoring for more of my boys.

thanks so much for the prompt, Jess, and for giving me a firm nudge in this direction. I hope you enjoyed this as much as E and J did! I know i certainly had a good time picturing it...

Thanks to all the lovely Twitter ladies who assisted with my research for this, including alternative uses for olive oil...

xoxox oh, and here's a truly beautiful piece of pictorial inspiration... NSFW

www DOT flickr DOT com/photos/8622063N04/2978998603/sizes/l/

...are you all reading The Diner?