A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY to one of my first fanfic friends ever - Zigs. We've been through a ton together...fics, contests, Jax, mmm...hee hee. Hope you have a fabulous birthday filled with fab fic, fab music and lots of boylovin. xoxo

A big thanks to PerfectlyPersuasive for beta-ing this bad boy.

and Zigs...the HP shiz? only for you bb. only for you. *mwah*

He unzipped his pants and pulled it out, much to the other man's astonishment.
"Now let's see what kind of magic I can create with this," he said, a devilish look on his face.
Harry's eyes grew wide as he licked his lips.
"Y-y-your w-w-wand...it's so so big!" he exclaimed as he watched Draco stroke it up and down.
He cocked an eyebrow before taking...

"Edward!"

I slammed the laptop shut just in time and dropped my hands to my lap to hide my hard on. The door to my room burst open, a grinning Jasper standing on the other side.

"Hey man!" he exclaimed, bouncing up and down.

"Dude, nobody should be this excited to go running. Especially..." I glanced at the clock nearby and saw that it read eight-thirty. "...this early."

"Quit your bitchin'," he said with a roll of his eyes.

Jasper walked into my room, but kept the door open. Looking around, he spotted my sneaks near the closet and bent down to retrieve them. As he did, the gym shorts that he was wearing stretched across his ass, drawing my eyes straight to it. As if he could feel the heat of my stare, Jasper stood up suddenly and tossed the sneakers at me.

"Lace up, Edward; we've got a schedule to keep," he told me, tapping an imaginary watch on his wrist.

I groaned but quickly tied my shoes before standing up to stretch. I grabbed one foot and pulled it back, stretching out my quad, before doing the same wit the other leg. A couple of arm stretches and I was good to go. I looked back to see Jasper's gaze moving from my waist back up to my face. I quirked an eyebrow at him and was treated to the most delicious blush in response.

Did I just catch him checking me out?

I suppressed the grin that threatened to erupt and instead, just smacked his ass as I headed out the door, leaving a wide-eyed, slack-jawed Jasper in my wake. As we hit the track near my dorm, neither of us spoke, which was fine by me. I had no idea where the sudden burst of confidence had come from back in my room, and I wasn't sure I'd be getting a second dose anytime soon. I kept trying to sneak glances at Jasper out of the corner of my eye, but my hair whipping in my face and the sweat ripping down my forehead prevented me from getting a real good look.

Instead, I concentrated on my running, the burn in my lungs and legs felt good as I pushed myself even harder, making multiple passes along the track. Despite my earlier grumbling, I actually loved to run. In high school, when I had come out for the first time to all my friends, it was the one thing I could do to escape things. I was lucky in the sense that nobody seemed angry or upset with me when I came out, but there were still times when I needed to get away from all the talk of dances and boyfriends and relationships. While I was out and proud, it seemed that nobody else in my small town was, and it was easy to feel alone at times.

Thankfully, when I made it to college, a lot of that changed. I was able to be out and not be alone. Granted, that didn't mean that it was now suddenly easy as pie to get a date. I had been on my fair share of craptastic dates, including one with some guy named Mike who showed up wearing a gold mesh tank top and told me I'd be 'riding his pony,' by the end of the night. I think it's safe to say that pony never made it out of his stall. So, in between the occasional date and focusing on my school work, I ran. That's how I met Jasper. We noticed that we were at the track a lot at the same time, and we started talking during our cool down stretches. We realized that we lived in the same dorm and ended up meeting up for meals or even a movie every random Saturday night.

I was ninety-nine percent sure that Jasper was gay, or at least bisexual. The fact that he openly said that he'd sex up a young Sean Connery while we had a Bond night pretty much sealed the deal for me. Yet, neither of us made a move, and we found ourselves stuck in the friend zone despite the fact that it was insanely filled with sexual tension, at least on my end. There was never a night I went home after hanging out with Jasper that I didn't find myself in bed, dick in hand, stroking myself until finally sated. Thank fuck for lucking out and snagging a single room my sophomore year.

After almost an hour of pushing ourselves to the limit, Jasper and I finally slowed down, heading off to the grass for our cool down stretches. It was hard not to stare as he sat on the ground, legs spread wide and leaned over to grab his toes. His shaggy blond hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, yet pieces were falling in his face as he continued to stretch. A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead and upper lip, and I would have given anything to reach over and lick it dry.

"Ungh..." he groaned, and I really couldn't help but wish that he was making that noise for another reason.

"Are you gonna stretch or just stare at my fine ass all day?"

Jasper's words startled me, and I realized that I was totally hypnotized watching him stretch.

"I...uh...huh?" I mumbled, totally at a loss for words.

Jasper smirked before shaking his head and standing up.

"So, what were you working on before?" he asked, and while I was thankful that he didn't dwell on my overt ogling, I really didn't want to discuss this either.

"Oh, uh. Nothing. Just some homework," I shrugged.

There was no way in hell I was going to tell Jasper what I was really doing. It was embarrassing enough that not only did I still love reading my collection of Harry Potter books, but I was completely addicted to reading fanfiction based off of them. The moment I found out that people paired up Harry and Draco and put them in some rather, um, compromising situations, I was beyond hooked. Yeah, there was no reason to tell Jasper any of that. Thankfully, he let it go and hunched forward, offering me his hand. I grabbed it, glad that his palms were sweaty too.

"Let's head back, okay? I could use a shower," Jasper said and automatically my thoughts drifted to him, wet and naked, with soapy bubbles dripping off his hard...

"Edward?"

I looked up, broken out of my Jasper-induced trance once again.

"Huh? Yeah, sounds good," I said, flashing him a smile.

Jasper dropped me off at my room, and we made plans to meet up at the cafeteria for dinner later that night. I kicked off my shoes, swapping them for flip flops and grabbed my shower kit and a towel. I ended up staying a bit longer in the shower then I had intended. My mind kept drifting back to Jasper stretching on the grass, his legs spread open wide as his hands roamed his body. Soon I was as hard as a rock, and thankfully, nobody else was in the bathroom. I took full advantage of that and within minutes was hissing out Jasper's name into the steam. I looked down as my jizz swirled into the drain, remembering why I wore my flip flops in the shower in the first place.

I quickly dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist. When I got back to my room, I noticed that my door was open slightly, but I could have sworn I closed it before. I pushed the door open the rest of the way, but was not prepared for the sight in front of me. Jasper was there, clean, and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, sitting at my desk, reading the last page I had been on off my laptop!

What. The. Fuck.

I rushed over without even thinking, tripping over my flip flops in the process. I almost tumbled into Jasper but steadied myself at the last second, snapping the laptop shut. Unfortunately, my towel didn't get the memo, and we both watched as it fluttered to the ground. I immediately bent down to grab my towel, but Jasper beat me to the punch. He already had it in his hand when he straightened up, his face coming in direct eye line with my now quickly hardening cock.

Fuuuuuuuck.

As if this situation couldn't get anymore awkward... oh, wait, yes it could. Because then, Jasper began to speak.

"Mmm..." he sighed. "Are you looking to conjure up a little...magic?"

"Shut the fuck up, asshole," I said, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

I looked everywhere but at Jasper, until it just got to be too much. He just remained fucking silent, and I couldn't take it anymore. I glanced down at him and the expression on his face told me he wasn't joking. At all.

Then, my world came to a crashing standstill when I felt Jasper's warm breath against my hip. He followed it up by brushing the tip of his nose against the skin right below the bone, and I had to brace my hand on the desk to steady myself.

"J-J-Jasper," I stuttered out, unable to formulate an entire sentence.

He looked up at me through his thick eyelashes and winked. He fucking winked.

"Is this okay, Edward?" he asked, as if his face being mere inches from my excruciatingly hard cock was not okay. Of course it was fucking okay!

"F-f-fine," I managed to stammer out.

"Good," he growled before licking his lips.

After that, a mass of sensations took over. Jasper's hands came up to grip my waist and pull me closer to him. Stumbling forward, my hands made their way to his head, and I instinctively gripped his hair. Realizing what I just did, I quickly pulled them back, only to be met with another growl from Jasper. One of his hands flew up from my waist, only to grasp my arm, tugging my hand towards his hair. Smirking, I threaded my hands back in and gave an experimental tug. Jasper groaned, and I took a moment to bask in the sound. It didn't last long, because at that moment his lips made contact with my cock and all thought went flying out the door.

I closed my eyes, wanting to feel everything Jasper was doing, still not convinced that this was entirely real. Jasper's wet mouth encompassed the head of my dick, his tongue darting out to taste the skin. His fingers rubbed gentle circles right under my pubic bone while his mouth began to slowly work its way up and down my cock. I couldn't help but moan at the feeling, almost embarrassed at how quickly I was going to climax. Jasper must have sensed my impending release because he pulled back to make long, languid licks up and down my shaft, kissing the head of my dick each time he passed it.

"More," I hissed out, needing more of everything - his touch, his mouth, just more of him.

Jasper opened his mouth and engulfed me again, trapping my cock in his hot mouth. His head started to bob up and down while his teeth barely grazed the skin of my dick. A tremor shot through me as Jasper hummed around my cock, sending me to the edge. The humming gave way to intense sucking when Jasper hollowed out his cheeks, creating the most wonderfully tight sensation as he took me further into his mouth. His hand caressed what his mouth couldn't take in, and when his other hand moved down to tug on my balls, I lost it. I grunted out that I was coming, hardly giving him any warning, but Jasper didn't seem to mind, relaxing his throat and swallowing around me.

I stumbled back slightly, my legs having turned to jello. Jasper caught me before I took a spill and walked me towards the bed, where we both collapsed. I spied the towel that had dropped near the edge of the bed and plucked it up, covering my now flaccid cock.

"A bit late to be getting shy on me, Edward." Jasper smirked and turned his gaze toward me.

I rolled my eyes and tossed my arm over to him, dragging him closer.

"Thanks," I mumbled, still a bit shell-shocked.

"You're welcome. It truly was my pleasure."

Jasper muttered something else under his breath, but I didn't catch it.

"What was that?"

"Uh," stalled Jasper. "I was just saying that it took long enough for that to happen."

"Oh." I blushed, not really knowing how to respond.

"Must have finally been some magic in the air or something..." Jasper said with a smirk.

I brought my finger down to his nipple, lightly caressing before twisting the hell out of it.

"Motherfucker!" he shouted, and I grinned.

"You deserved it," I snorted, watching him rub his now red nipple.

Jasper huffed and stuck his tongue out. I leaned over and placed a rather chaste kiss on his nipple before working my way up his body, aligning my lips with his.

"Better?" I asked and felt Jasper nod his head.

I moved a speck closer and kissed his lips, relishing the way they felt against mine. Our kisses grew more heated, and when Jasper slid his tongue into my mouth, I couldn't help but reciprocate. I shifted towards him, feeling his hard cock push into my thigh.

"You might need to conjure something up to help get rid of that," he snickered. Instead of answering him with words, I grabbed his cock through his pants, eliciting a moan in response.

I loved that while Jasper's teasing was lighthearted, he didn't seem all that put off by what he had read, and in fact, it seemed to have spurred the heavenly reaction I was treated to only minutes before. However, that didn't mean I wasn't about to tease the hell out of him...