Chapter 1

It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was stuck in gym. Usually that shit doesn't bother me, but today I was finding it hard to concentrate. It was getting pretty dark outside despite the fact it was three in the afternoon and, of course, it was pissing it down with rain. In a place like forks you get used to the rain pretty fucking quickly, but that doesn't mean that none of us were annoyed when it happened. It was November after all, everyone was hoping for a couple of inches of snow at least, but every day we were always met with the soft patting of rain falling of every goddamn surface. It was enough to drive any man insane.

But that's beside the point. I couldn't put my usual enthusiasm for sports into good practise today, because I was putting all my effort into not paying attention to him. I hadn't kept my secret this long by drooling over other boys after all, but he just looked so gorgeous standing there, and it was so fucking hard to ignore him when his skin was glistening with sweat and he was panting for breath. His usually curly blonde hair was starting to straighten at the tips, sticking to the skin on his face and slightly obstructing his eyes. I subconsciously licked my lips as I continued to watch him as he ran across the gym and tackled Newton for the ball. I was just standing there, staring at him in a trance. The way he moved across the gym was enticing and I couldn't help but let my mind wander to images of his sweaty body on top of mine in bed…

No Edward! Not now. You can't think this now. You've worked too fucking hard to keep your secret, you can't blow it now. You're with Bella. People think you love Bella.

This was getting stupid. Who was this guy anyway? I didn't even know his name; I'd barely even seen him before, and now I was thinking of him in bed? I moved across the gym towards Emmett, who was now swearing under his breath for losing that point, hoping that he might help me find some distraction.

"Fuck Edward. We're losing" He panted.

"You've got to admit man, he's fucking good. Maybe you should think about letting him join the team?" I inwardly cursed at myself. If he was on the team I'd be distracted all the time. There was a distinct possibility that people would find out and then what? I'd be alone. No one would talk to me. Not even Emmett and especially not my dad. Hell, I thought, Emmett would probably be the one to start it all.

"You need to take him out, Edward." He replied, completely ignoring what I'd just said.

I looked at him incredulously. "You can't be serious."

"Tackle him so he's out of the game. We can't lose this."

"Emmett man, this is just gym…" But he cut me off.

"Edward, tackle him. We can't lose this." He looked deadly serious. I couldn't believe it. But that was Emmett. He took all sports way to seriously. It was his passion. Even when he was younger, all he thought or cared about was sport. That's probably how he grew up to be so huge. Emmet was same height as me but he was hench as fuck. The guy was a serious weight lifter. His muscularity has gone to his head though, and he uses his intimidating physique to control everybody in the school. Including me.

I looked up over at the blonde boy. He had his eyes closed and his lips were slightly parted as he brushed away his hair from his face.

There is no way I can do this without getting a hard on.

When coach blew the whistle, Emmett nudged me forward. The serious look on his face was still there. For the next ten minutes I kept my eyes on the boy, watching him move across the gymnasium in awe. As soon as he got the ball I ran forward and tackled him to the ground, landing on top of him. The ball flew out of his hands and landed somewhere away from us, completely forgotten.

All I could think in that moment was how much I wanted to lean down and kiss his beautiful full lips and taste the salty sweat on his skin. I could feel my cock starting to stir and it took me a couple or seconds to realise I was still straddling him. I looked down and saw that his face slightly distorted in pain.

Shit.

Coach came over then and pulled me from him by my shirt. "Bench, Edward." He growled.

"But coach.." I tried.

"I said, go sit on the bench Masen." He yelled.

Dammit Emmett. This is the last time you talk me into anything. A vow I knew I wasn't going to stand by. Like I said before, everyone was intimidated by him and would do practically anything he said, just to avoid getting beaten up.

I walked over and sat on the bench at the side of the gym and I watched as coach checked if the boy, who was still on the floor, was okay.

"Newton." He called out, "Can you take Jasper here to the school nurse?"

"No, no. I can go myself, don't worry." He said as he slowly got up, wincing slightly. I watched as he walked to the gym entrance, throwing a scowl in my direction before exiting. I looked down at my shoes. I felt like crap.

As I sat there for the last twenty minutes of the lesson, I thought about him. Jasper. I'd never really given him a second look before, but that was probably because I was too scared to look at a boy for more than a second for fear of someone discovering my secret. No one knew I was gay and I was going to keep it that way. It's not that I was in denial. I accepted that I was gay and I didn't really care if the kids at school were going to treat me like shit. After all, I was only there for the rest of the year. I kept it a secret for my dad. I couldn't do that to him. If he found out, it wouldn't matter if I went to an Ivy League college to study medicine. He'd never be proud of me, and he sure as hell would never love me if he knew. I couldn't let this happen now.

Jasper walked back into the gym then, just when the bell signalling the end of school rang. I got up to leave, wanting to avoid Jasper at all costs.

"Masen, sit back down. I need to talk to you." Coach yelled. I sighed and sat grudgingly back down on the bench. "Whitlock, you might want to take a seat too."

Jasper turned and sat next to me with the scowl still on his face.

I wanted to talk to him, apologise for my actions and try to explain that I don't usually act like that but when I looked at him, I couldn't find the words. He was truly a beautiful creature. His blue eyes stood out starkly against his pale skin. A look of pain etched on his features but I couldn't tell if it was physical or mental. Either way it didn't matter. I just wanted to make him feel better but I just sat there, unable to say a fucking word.

"Edward, would you please care to explain to me what the hell you were thinking?" Coach said in forced calm voice. I could tell he was fuming though, since his face was all screwed up like he was constipated. I knew I couldn't lie to him. He'd been coaching here for the last 34 years. He'd seen and heard everything and he wasn't about to accept some bullshit story from me.

"I was just trying to get the ball, and we just landed awkwardly..." I tried. I figured it was worth a shot at least.

"That's bull Masen." He replied simply. I sighed. I knew that wasn't going to work. I looked tentatively up at Jasper. His eyes were fixed on the floor. The look of pain still there.

"Jasper." I said. He looked up and his eyes met mine for a split second before he cast them down again. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I didn't think… I just… I didn't mean to hurt you. Are we cool?"

He looked up and gave me a wry smile and nodded. "Yeah man. We're cool."

"Well I'm glad we sorted that out. But don't think you're off the hook Masen. I'll expect you here every day for two weeks for detention. You hear me?"

"Yes coach." I replied, dejectedly. He motioned for me and Jasper to go shower, and walked off back to his office.

Jasper and I walked to the locker room in an awkward silence whilst I thought to myself. Great. Emmett's going to kill me. I'm going to miss two weeks of football practice! Shit.

The locker room was empty when we walked in. Everyone had already left, most choosing to shower at home. I preferred to avoid my house for as long as possible, so I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into my open locker. Grabbing a clean towel from the basket and laying it on the bench, I kicked off my shoes and reached down to take off my socks. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jasper in just his boxers.

With his back to me, he slowly stripped off, revealing his soft round buttocks. He reached over and wrapped a towel around himself before walking over to the showers.

I gulped. Fuck me. I took a minute to contain myself before removing my shorts and boxers, grabbing a towel and going to what was going to be ten minutes of my own personal hell.

I stepped into the misty shower and stood quite far away from Jasper but I could still see him. The hot water was cascading down his back making the skin it came into contact with, turn a rosy pink. His naked body was a glorious sight. While he may not have matched Emmett's brawn, he was still very muscular and as he reached up to brush is hair away, I could see the muscles down his back moving in smooth motions. I averted my eyes and tried to concentrate on the tiles in front of me. When that didn't work I closed my eyes and tried to think of Bella, but it was impossible. The site of his naked body was etched into my mind. I opened my eyes to sneak a peak and saw him lathering up his body with soap.

I couldn't help the vision that crossed my mind of me standing behind him my head on his shoulders placing soft kisses on his neck, whilst my arms snaked around him lathering up his muscular chest before lowering one hand down to his large, thick, cock and stroking it in a slow rhythm. I let out a soft moan and quickly turned to the side, facing away from him. I couldn't let him see the raging erection I was now sporting. I looked over my shoulder to check if he had seen my problem. It would kill me if he had. I couldn't believe I could jeopardise the relationship between me and my father over this. I felt so stupid.

To say that what I saw shocked me, would be the understatement of the fucking century. Jasper had obviously turned to face me when I moaned and there he was, in all his glory. Naked, wet, and rock fucking hard. The sight made my mouth water. I allowed myself to briefly entertain the idea of me going down on him right there, when I realised that I was standing there, just staring at him over my shoulder. He was hard. I was hard. And then he fucking bolted.

I wanted to go after him there and then, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to go in my condition, so I willed my erection to go away, but it was a stubborn fuck. I tried everything, before turning to my last resort. I imagined Rosalie as my girlfriend. Man that shit worked every time.

I got out of the shower and grabbed my towel before looking for Jasper. I needed to tell him I didn't care. I wasn't like Emmett like he so obviously thought I was. I wanted to tell him that his secret was safe with me. Hell I even wanted to fucking tell him about me and my secret but by the time I got to him, he was already pulling on his shoes and darting out of the gym.

I moved across to my locker and began to get dressed back into my jeans and t-shirt. What the fuck just happened? Did this mean Jasper was gay too? Was he attracted to me? I leaned my head against the gym lockers. This was too fucking complicated and I didn't want to think about it, so I picked up my bag and walked out into the parking lot. I had no other option but to go home and pretend nothing happened.