Official Description: When Jasper receives a long term photo assignment in a region of conflict, an unexpected colleague’s presence complicates the next three months of his life. Written for TwiFansForHaiti. AH E/J Rated M for language and lemony lemonstuffs.
Word Count: 14,542
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Now, let me say this… not everyone can (or should) write slash. Many aren’t even brave enough to try it, but thank Rob that annanabanana was. Because even though this was her first time writing boy-on-boy, I have to say… I think she should write more.
Lots more.
Bulletproof is fan-fucking-tastic.
Why? Well… let me tell you. The first part of the story is told by Jasper, a freelance photographer, has agreed to take a three month job overseas shooting a military pictorial on the life of military members in Iraq for Vanity Fair. What he doesn’t expect, is the stranger who shows up before his plane can even leave the ground…
A long, capitulating sigh drew me out of my almost-sleep, and I peered through groggy eyes at the figure sliding down the wall to sit near me. He was looking at me and exuded easy, inoffensive arrogance. His sharp, dark emerald eyes stole my intentions, trapping my glance, transforming it into a gaze. With effort, I regained control of my thoughts and let my eyes search the rest of this confident stranger in front of me.
Full, red lips smirked under his strong nose and just above the sharpest, most enticing stubbled jaw line I’d ever seen. His hair was naturally tousled, reds and browns and golds and perfect for my fingers to weave into. I should have been embarrassed at my instant reaction to this stranger, but I couldn’t. He was so pretty, the prettiest man I’d ever seen, and from the looks of him, he knew it.
Pulling my knees up in front of me, I shifted into a lazy seated position. I tipped my head at him in a casual greeting, muttering “hey” quietly.
His hand pushed confidently toward me. “Edward Cullen, Associated Press,” he said by way of greeting, a seductively sure leer gracing his face.
This handsome new stranger also happens to be a photographer, and wouldn’t you know it, they’re both headed to the same place. For three months. Once they arrive, their first month settling in is spent working during the day and living in a ten person tent at night (in beds that are too small). Jasper quotes about how difficult the dichotomy is for him, how confusing it can be. ‘During the day, we were competition, we were professionals. At night, we were friends.’
Everyday, I tried harder and harder to see Edward as a colleague and sometimes friend and nothing more, and every day, it was harder and harder for me to remember there were reasons why I was asexual when I was on assignment. Good reasons.
What Jasper doesn’t know is… Edward surely doesn’t see him as a friend, but just like Jasper—sex on assignment was off limits. The second part of the story, told in his point of view, reveals quite a bit.
Lounging on my bed, I watched Jasper. I was surprised he didn’t catch me watching him more often. Maybe he did, and he was just really good at hiding it. Better than I was at avoiding watching him.
You will get invested in these characters as they get to know one another and their bond forms in a place where all around them, there is madness. There is clear knowledge of not only military practices but of the area this takes place in. In other words: annanabanana did her homework. It’s superb, the UST is astronomical and when these two find themselves in a situation where the choice between ‘the perfect snapshot’ and their lives becomes very important. A little brush with death might just be what these two need, though… Just saying.
He was off his cot now, glowing magnificent with his rage, shadowed by unmasked agony. His finger pointed into my chest, poking with each emphasized word. “You are a pompous, self-important narcissist. You were going to get shot. By a bullet. My chest was where your head had been. This has nothing to do with a god damned picture… but don’t worry I won’t hold my breath for an apology… or a ‘thank you’.”
My cheeks flared with irate heat, blood pumping thunderously through me. “‘Thank you’? ‘Thank you‘? Are you fucking kidding me? ‘Thank you’ for what? For, for being incompetent? For fucking up my shots? For, what, being infuriating?” My words were stinging, I could tell. It should have made me feel better, hurting the person who had hurt me, but it didn’t. Every flinch of his features and roll of his shoulders was like a punch to my gut, and my shoulders slumped, weary from spent adrenaline and fear. So much fear. “For… what? For almost dying?”
He was all blurry, and I couldn’t figure out why until I realized my eyes were hot with unshed tears. His watery face was horrified. His eyes softened, he stepped forward, brows furrowing in indecision for a moment. Warm fingers found mine tentatively, rubbing a thumb into the back of my hand. “Edward?” he was so quiet, careful. “I’m sorry I scared you.” His face was so close to mine now; I could feel his hot breath on my skin.
Can you guess what happens next? I bet you can. You’re truly missing out if you haven’t yet read this. Go over and give annanabanana and her fabulous boys some much deserved lovin’. You won’t regret it, I promise.
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