Thank you Jay's World for your help and encouragement with this and thank you so much Cocoalvin for offering to beta this thing for me.
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Being punched in the face is never a good thing. Luckily I've had my fair share of training cleaning up small wounds from my years in football practice. And of course by being Carlisle's best friend.
Tonight we're partying at LaPush beach at the start of our junior year. It's still hot outside even if the sun set behind the trees a while ago. We've been basking in the sun and swimming all day, but now it's time to party. Carlisle, Jasper and I are sharing a tent, and most of the others are staying the night too.
Before the summer holiday we were all so tired of seeing the same faces at every party, but now, after a long summer apart, we're happy to see our classmates we've known since first grade.
That is, of course, with the exception of Carlisle.
Unfortunately it seems he's never going to learn. I had great hopes for him after this summer and thought he would have matured a bit. Every time he drinks he apparently says the sleaziest things to girls. At least that's what I understand from the way girls shy away from him at parties. This time he obviously picked the wrong girl.
"Oh, Edward, that hurts," Carlisle winces when I try to clean his eye. It's already starting to swell, and under the blood that's smeared around, I can see his skin is turning purple, almost black.
Thinking out loud I say, "I don't think you can ignore this one, Carlisle." Holding his t-shirt to his eye, he tilts his head backward to look at me with his other.
"But I don't want to go home," he whines. "I think Esme really wants me. I'm sure she didn't mean to hit this hard."
"Okay, maybe she didn't, but I think you should take a hint. I'll get Jasper to drive us home in his car, he's only had a couple of beers." Looking around for Jasper I hold my tongue, not wanting to give it to him harshly. We can talk more about this later when he's not in pain and there aren't so many people around us.
Where is Jasper? He was right here when we saw Esme punch Carlisle almost like it was in slow motion. We'd been sitting together on the bench drinking our second beer and talking, of course, about our favorite subject at parties – Carlisle, and all the trouble he got into.
Had he changed his ways with girls after this summer with his father in Italy? We got our answer so quickly that we hadn't had time to even make a bet, yet.
"Keep pressing your shirt to your eye. I'm going to look for Jasper," I tell Carlisle. I get a little worried knot in my stomach. Why isn't Jasper beside me, helping his best friend? I know he saw what happened.
Scanning through our friends and classmates I can't see his tall frame anywhere. I go down to the beach where the waves roll in lazily and there I see him, sitting at a rock looking out at the ocean.
Calling out his name a couple of times, I finally get him to turn around and I wave at him to come to me. He gets up and is by my side in a second.
"Why are you down here by yourself and not helping me?" I frown at him.
He shrugs looking sideways at me as we hurry back. "How bad is it this time?"
"We have to take him home so that we can clean the wound and get my dad to look at it. I don't know if he'll need stitches."
The next weekend, I invite the guys to spend the night in my basement. We used to hang out here before we got to the age where we started going to parties and trying to get girlfriends.
All of us are still trying to get girlfriends, some of us with more luck than others. I dated this girl for a while this spring. We even went to prom together, but she ended up in some other guy's car at the end of the night instead of mine.
I don't really know what happened between us, but at least I got some practice making out. That's more than I can say about Jasper. As far as I know, he has never even kissed a girl.
He's been lusting after this chick, Alice, all summer. He says she lives in Chicago, but they have never actually met in person. He told me they found each other on an Internet forum where he's been spending a lot of his free time.
When we were hanging out after work this summer, he often had to go home early to chat or Skype with her. I couldn't understand why he put all this effort into maintaining a relationship with her, when there are several girls from our town lusting after him, girls he could actually touch. He has this quiet and mysterious vibe going for him, or so I've heard.
We have a lot to talk about, so I'm planning on having a guys night like we used to.
Carlisle shows up first, beer in hand. His eye is better now, but he still has the stitches in.
All smiles, he's his charming self. Why he can't be this way with girls, I'll never understand.
We go straight down to the basement and make ourselves comfortable on the couch. Propping our feet on the table, we open our first beer.
Carlisle and I have made a serious dent in our beer stock when we decide to text Jasper. Just as I'm about to press the speed dial, we hear him racing down the stairs.
"Finally!" Carlisle yells out and pats the seat beside him on the couch when we see Jasper's face. "Come sit here." He watches Jasper walk towards him and his brow furrows in thought. "What's the matter with you? What took you so long?"
Jasper sits down and takes the beer I hand him over the table. He looks a bit uncomfortable. "I'm just tired I guess," he says and looks at me. Am I supposed to know what his problem is?
Carlisle follows Jasper's gaze to me and looks at me with his eyebrows raised. I just shrug. "More beers?" I ask them and they get more comfortable on the couch as we talk.
A while later we're all starting to loosen our tongues. We hear about Carlisle's trip to Italy where he actually got to kiss a girl's cheek. He whispers to me when Jasper is in the bathroom that the girl was his cousin though.
When Jasper's back, I start asking Carlisle about his way with girls. Why can't he try to compliment them instead of harassing them when he tries to chat them up?
"Maybe I don't know how to compliment them without fucking it up," he shrugs.
"So what exactly do you say to them?" I ask. Jasper and I have had several conversations about it this summer.
"I tell them what I see, like -You have big boobs- or -You wear a lot of perfume-," he says.
Looking at each other Jasper and I try not to laugh, but we crack up anyway. Holding our stomachs we can't seem to stop even if it's kind of rude. This is too funny.
"Maybe you should try to make friends with a girl and then ask her what you should say?" Jasper suggests trying to put his empty bottle on the table. He's obviously a bit drunk, just the way I was hoping he would get.
"Can't you ask Alice for him?" I ask Jasper looking at his reaction. "Or maybe Carlisle can ask her himself if you give him her e-mail address?" Jasper is staring at me and turning a bit pale.
"Wh... what?"
"Yeah, can't I borrow your friend for a night?" Carlisle pipes up and almost gets a fist in his face again, but Jasper hits the cushion beside him and then stands up on wobbly feet.
I put my hand on his shoulder. "Oh, sit back down," I say to him. "We're only teasing you." He glares at us, but sits back down.
Giving him another bottle, I ask him: "So what do you and Alice talk about for all hours at night?"
He clears his voice loudly. "Hm, it's not like we speak much."
Carlisle and I look at each other at the same time and both of us have big smiles. "So, what do you do then?" Carlisle says.
Jasper stares from Carlisle to me with big eyes and gulps loudly. I can tell his mind is racing. Maybe the alcohol slurs his doubt, because suddenly his eyes look determined and he opens his mouth.
"You're my best friends and I trust you. So, maybe it's the beers giving me courage, but I'm actually going to tell you something I haven't told anybody before. " He starts fiddling with a torn part of his jeans.
He pauses, clears his voice, and almost whispers: "Her name isn't Alice. Well, his name is actually Alec." He leans forward and puts his face in his hands.
Carlisle and I stare at each other for what feels like a long time. Finally we sit back and Carlisle mutters: "I'll be damned!"
After what feels like hours, Jasper peeks out of his fingers and looks at me. "You're not mad?"
"Mad, huh? No of course I'm not mad! I'm just surprised." I say to him. "Wow! You're gay!"
I get us more to drink and as I hand one to Carlisle, he takes it, but I can tell his mind is somewhere else. I shove his shoulder. "Carlisle? Say something!"
He shakes his head, takes a long gulp of his beer and clears his voice. "So, you're gay, huh..."
"Yeah, I guess I am." Jasper has a worried line between his eyes. "Are you okay with that? You two are really important to me. I would hate to lose your friendship. Alec is the only other person who knows."
I stand up and walk over to him. He looks up at me, a bit worried. "Stand up!" I say to him and he stands up slowly. I look him in the eye and reach out my hand to him. Some of his worry seems to melt away as he takes it and we shake.
"You won't lose me, Jasper, I'll always be your friend," I tell him. His sexual preferences have nothing to do with our friendship.
"Thanks, Edward!" He pulls me in for a hug and as we separate, we both look at Carlisle who's still lost in his own head.
"What's the matter, Carlisle?" I kick his foot. "Do you have a problem with Jasper being gay and all?"
"Huh?" He shakes his head. "I've got to go to the bathroom." He stands up and unsteadily walks to the door.
"Do you think we will see him again tonight?" Jasper worriedly asks me. I'm actually a little pissed at Carlisle for his reaction, but decide not to say anything before we hear his reasons. We sit back down and I shrug. "I don't know. That was a bit of a strange reaction, wasn't it? So, tell me, what's Alec like?"
We talk about his friend for a while, and Jasper denies that they're boyfriends. They only like each other. "I don't love him," Jasper says and we both turn our heads when we hear Carlisle come back from the bathroom.
"So, you don't love him, you only use him for sex?" Carlisle asks with a bit of venom in his voice.
"What's the matter with you today?" I stand up and face him, but Carlisle's looking at Jasper whose face has turned pink.
"N-no, we talk about many things," Jasper murmurs. "I talk about you two, of course, and school and work. A lot of things."
"So you don't do anything sexually together?" Carlisle relaxes a bit, only to tense up again when Jasper reluctantly tells him they sort of do.
"How does that work out being on the computer and all?"
I'm a bit surprised that Carlisle asks this of him, but then again, since Carlisle doesn't have tact with girls, maybe it's not girls in particular, but all things sexual that seems to get him to talk like this.
"What do you mean?" Jasper asks carefully. He seems as confused as me by what Carlisle really feels about this.
"I mean, do you talk to each other for a bit, then wank together, or what?" Jasper swallows loudly at Carlisle's question and his cheeks are bright pink.
"Sometimes?" His voice is a bit squeaky. Jasper and Carlisle look into each other's eyes for a bit then the air seems to go out of Carlisle when he leans back on the couch.
We all just sit there for a while, thinking. Suddenly Carlisle clears his voice. "So tell us more about what you do together?"
I decide not to say anything, because I have to admit to myself I'm a bit intrigued by this. What do guys do? I've never really thought about that.
I see Jasper staring at Carlisle. "Okay, I'll tell you more about it, but it's not like I have world knowledge about gay sex. That's part of the reason why I've continued this with Alec. We learn from each other."
Both Carlisle and I listen intently to Jasper explaining. "So, what do you want to know?"
"I don't know?" Carlisle says, "What can you do when you're online and not together physically?"
"We often talk about things we've read about or fantasize about. Sometimes it's just stupid, but sometimes it's really hot."
"Like what?" Carlisle's voice is just a breath.
"Well, sometimes we get really worked up and we both start to stroke our dicks. Like you said, we wank together. It's much more arousing when you do that knowing another person gets turned on by looking at you."
Carlisle's looking a bit flushed and looks around before he's placing a pillow over his crouch. Every seventeen-year-old guy knows what that means.
Being the hormonal teenager's we are, just by hearing the word "sex" turns us on. There's nothing strange about his reaction, I tell myself. I feel my own dick stirring, actually.
Both Carlisle and I stare at Jasper as he runs his hand through his hair, tugging at it.
"Sometimes we watch same porn movie and talk about what we see."
"So, what do you see in those movies?" Carlisle doesn't seem to realize he asked a question.
"It's guys giving each other blow jobs and fucking of course!"
Letting his hand glide under the pillow, Carlisle seems to be palming himself. Jasper's eyes follow Carlisle's hand and he touches his own dick through his pants, and then he lets out a small moan. I feel my own dick pressing at my zipper and am surprised by my own reaction – I decide to adjust it a little bit.
"One time we stroked our dicks as we both used our fingers to... ah," Jasper seems to be having a hard time saying the words. "Say it," Carlisle urges him, "say it out loud!"
We pull down our zippers at the same time and take out our cocks. It feels so good to touch my dick. I can hear moaning and slapping, but I close my eyes and try not to think about the others and just concentrate on the tightening in my stomach.
Breathlessly Jasper says, "We used our fingers in our assholes. Oh, fuck!" I hear two grunts and feel my balls explode as I come in my hand.
I realize Jasper and Carlisle also came. Although we never have done anything like this together before, I don't feel embarrassed as I open my eyes and look around for something to dry myself with.
After we have cleaned ourselves up, I ask them if they want more to drink. Both of them decline. We all are a bit exhausted and find our sleeping bags.
We lie there for a bit. Jasper's on his side facing Carlisle who has his hands behind his head and is staring up at the roof.
"So you guys are really okay with me being gay and all?" Jasper whispers after a while.
I'm okay with Jasper being gay. Even if we did this together I know I'm not gay myself, though. I don't say this out loud, because both Jasper and I are really waiting for Carlisle's reaction.
"Yeah," Carlisle whispers back, "I'm okay with it. Why wouldn't I be? You are who you are and you shouldn't have to hide yourself from the world."
Jasper sits up and stares at Carlisle for a while before saying, "Thank you! Your opinion means a lot to me, because you are my best friends."
I feel like I'm intruding on something private, so I turn around and face the wall.
"You are my best friend, too." I hear Carlisle say. I know they're staring at each other and I get my suspicions confirmed when a while later I hear Carlisle whisper, "Jasper, I'm so confused!"
A/N: Thank you for reading!