A/N: Lookie here…I listened and you get more…these boys would not shut up and they will be a short, probably five chapter story.

Thanks to OnTheTurningAway for fixing my shit…I love her with my whole fic lovin' heart.

Disclaimer: I own Band Hero…SM owns the rest.

Please read important note at the bottom.

EPOV

"Come on, you know you want to go with me...please?"

My best friend looked over at me, rolling his eyes.

"What the fuck, Edward? You know that shit you listen to does nothing for me."

I sat down next to him and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Seth, it would mean the world to me and need I remind you of what I did for you?"

Seth was a lot bigger than me, he had four inches on my 6'1" frame and about forty more pounds of muscle. There was no use in fighting when he wrapped his long arms around me and started running his large hand over my hair, it was as good as fucked up.

"Dammit, why do you have to mess up my hair? It's not like yours, I have to fucking wet it down and restyle it, shithead."

He snickered, "Oh, poor Eddie, did I mess up his pwetty wittle mohawk? Did it bother you? Then I guess this will really piss you off..."

Quicker than humanly possible Seth had me pinned on the floor and was straddling my lap. He stuck his finger in his mouth and then swiped it across my eye, smearing the thin line I had just drawn there. I wanted to be mad but his body on mine felt too good.

When I looked up at him, his eyes were full of want and lust and I instantly hardened.

Seth was my best friend, ex-boyfriend and the only other person besides Jasper I had ever had sex with. We were closer than two normal guys had the right to be, but it worked for us. There was no jealousy, no pettiness, but there was love. We loved each other very much, but we weren't in love, we never were and when one or the other wanted to go out with someone else, there was nothing but happiness and encouragement on both sides. Both of us wanted to find a long term partner, but it wasn't in the cards yet.

"Fuck, Seth," I groaned as I tried to buck him off. My hips ground into his and I felt his hardness through my jeans and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Seth fell on top of me and his hands went under my shirt before removing it, touching me everywhere and it felt so damn good. It had been almost six weeks since Jasper had fucked me in his dressing room and my daily masturbation sessions weren't cutting it. My body needed more.

"Edward, I need you," he groaned into my neck, his mouth moving over my skin. It felt so damn good.

Reaching up, I grabbed onto his thick, black hair and wound my fingers tight. Seth moaned and moved his hips faster, I was gonna lose it in my pants if we didn't get out of our clothes quickly.

"Take off your pants," I panted, trying to still my movements. It was so difficult when I wanted to cum so badly.

Seth finally moved his mouth from my throat and sat up, pulling his shirt overhead as he did. His body never ceased to amaze me. Muscles rippled through his torso as he turned and tossed his shirt to the side and I couldn't wait to lay my body on his hot, sun-burnished skin. He stood and pulled me up to him, I laid my head on his chest and looked at the mirror on the wall. We really were striking. Pale against caramel, slender against thick and his long onyx hair looked amazing against the brilliant blue hues in mine.

My eyes widened in awe as I watched Seth's hand reach down and undo the button on my jeans. I loved seeing his tawny hands on my skin and my cock was ready to burst as I watched him free it and drop down in front of me as he took my pants with him. Stepping out of them, I never took my eyes off of him in the mirror and I cried out when I felt him suck one of my balls into his mouth.

"Oh fuck, Seth," I moaned when his mouth released me and wrapped around the head. In no time he had his nose buried against the base of my cock and he swallowed around me before pulling back, his teeth lightly grazing along the way. He knew exactly what I needed and I pushed my fingers into his hair and wrapped them around the back of his head. My gaze was still trained on the erotic picture we made in the reflection, he was so perfect as he sucked and released me over and over.

When he stopped, I reluctantly turned my head and looked down at him.

"Holy fuck," I whispered. He slowly began his movements, his coffee-colored eyes trained on mine as I watched my cock sliding between his red lips. It was wet and shiny from being in his mouth and I nearly came when I saw his tongue teasing the head. I wasn't going to last much longer.

My fingers tightened in his hair, holding his head in place and I began thrusting my hips into his beautiful face. His eyes closed and he relaxed his throat, taking me even deeper.

"Shit...not gonna last much longer," I rasped as I felt my release rushing forward. Normally I would try and hold out a little longer, but it had been so long since my cock was sucked and I didn't want to stop it.

"Fuck!" I screamed as threw my head back and came hard down his throat. All of my energy drained from me as the last waves hit me, my cock fell from between his lips and I sunk down on my knees in front of him.

"Thank you," I whispered as I took his face in my hands and kissed his lips. It was a chaste kiss, we never deepened them, it was a line we never crossed.

He sighed against my mouth, "Wanna fuck you."

My whole body tensed, Jasper was the last one inside of me and I wasn't ready for anyone else to be there.

I laid my open mouth against his chest and began to kiss my way down, hoping to distract him. His arms reached down and pulled me up.

"Your room, now," he said, pulling me against his chest.

"No," I whispered, "Let me suck you, I want your cock in my mouth." My hand slid under his shorts and grasped his thick cock.

"Fuck, Edward," he whimpered. His hips were thrusting into my hand and I kissed my way down again, not taking my time. I didn't want there to be any room for him to think and want to fuck me. I quickly rid him of his shorts and took his erection between my lips.

"Yes," he hissed. I knelt over him and looked at his face one time before taking him into my mouth again. Seth's face was breathtaking. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. My hand slid down his cock and I watched his perfect, white teeth sink into his plump lower lip. He was beautiful.

Lowering my mouth once again, I took Seth's cock inside and wrapped my hand around the base. My mouth moved over him, bringing him to the edge and back until he couldn't hold back anymore and he was moaning and pulling at my hair. His body moved underneath me as he sought more friction and then I felt him tense before his hand pushed my head down to his pubic bone, nearly gagging me with his size. I was used to it after all this time and opened up as he shot into my mouth and down my throat.

"Oh, Edward," he cried as I swallowed around him. When he finally stopped moving, I collapsed on his damp chest. His skin was smooth and hairless, I loved laying there. He wrapped his arms around me and lazily rubbed circles into my back.

"So," he said. "You gonna tell me what's up?"

"What's up?" I mumbled into his chest.

"Why didn't you want me to fuck you?" he said softly.

Sighing against his skin, I thought about how to answer that.

"It's him, isn't it? The guy you hooked up with." His arms were tight around me, he wasn't going to let me go until we talked.

I kissed him softly, licking the saltiness from his sternum.

"Don't distract me, Edward. It's not going to work."

Seth rolled us both over until he was hovering over me, his cocoa eyes boring into me, wanting answers that even I wasn't sure of.

"Is he the reason I didn't want you to fuck me?" I said, pondering that myself.

"I don't know, Seth. I guess maybe he is," I sighed.

"Are you going to tell me about him?" Seth laid next to me on the floor, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck once while he waited for my answer.

"There's not much to tell," I said. "We had this amazing sex, mind-blowing, like nothing I ever felt."

Seth chuckled into my neck, "Wow, Edward, way to make a guy feel inadequate."

"Shit, Seth, I didn't mean it like that," I turned to face him.

"You and I were never connected emotionally, we both know that," I told him.

"Yeah, I know, sucks," he said regretfully. "I really love you, you know, I only wish it was enough."

"I love you too, Seth, you know that. Sometimes it would be easier if I loved you that way, but what can we do?" I smiled at him and his mouth curved up as well.

"Keep fucking around until Mr. Perfect comes along?" His face darkened a bit when he said that.

"Looks like you may have found him," he said sullenly.

"I don't know if he is Mr. Perfect or if we will even be together again. For all I know I was just another one on a long list of people he has fucked and forgotten, but I am not ready to let go of the idea just yet."

"Who is he, Edward?"

"No one you know, but I am hoping to see him again soon, and I need you there so I don't make a lovesick fool out of myself."

"Is that why you want me at that concert, will he be there?"

"I hope so," I told him, knowing full and well Jasper would be there. It was his show and it was the first one that was close enough for me to drive to since the last one.

"If it is that important to you, dude, I will go with you," he said, leaning forward and dropping a quick peck on my nose before getting up.

"I looked up at him as he redressed, "Thanks, Seth, it really means a lot to me."

"I know, I know, now get up and get dressed. I only have so much will power and even all smudged under your eyes you look sexy as hell." He winked at me and went into the bathroom.

As I stood to put my clothes on, I felt jittery all of a sudden, knowing that by tomorrow night I would see him again. I had no idea what to expect and it's not like we exchanged numbers or anything when I left. I played it coy and only made a promise to return. The rest was up to him.

I knew what he did, I had seen it at almost every concert I had been to. They were all in small venues and he usually left with some good looking man in tow, none that ever looked remotely like me. I wasn't lying to Seth when I told him that I had never had that deep emotional connection during sex before. It blew my mind that I could feel that way, that his body touching and moving inside of mine could burn itself into every cell. When I closed my eyes, I could still feel the fiery touch of his hands on my skin and the strength with which he held my entire body in his arms. When he came and I wrapped myself around him, I felt like that was where I was meant to be. For how long, I didn't know, but I knew Jasper touched me in a way Seth never had.

Was it because I wanted him for so long? Was it because he was famous and I slept with him? I didn't know, but I knew I wanted more. My skin itched to feel him against me once more, but I also didn't want to be just a series of random fucks when he was nearby. Being that he was only the second person to ever have that part of me, it was something I held in high regard and I regretted throwing myself at him so wantonly that night. I would never regret letting him fuck me, but it would be hard to convince him that he was more than that for me when I let him shove his cock in my mouth before he even knew my name.

Maybe he had already forgotten, maybe I was just another fuck to him, but tomorrow night would tell the tale for sure

Getting ready the next afternoon, I was so nervous. The time was drawing near and Seth would be here in thirty minutes to pick me up. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't find a single flaw in my appearance, but I also didn't want to look like I tried too hard. I had enough time to redo the black polish on my nails, they were the one thing that never changed. No matter what I did to my hair or what color I decided it needed to be that day, the nails were always the same.

By the time Seth got there I was ready to tear my head out, but I didn't let it show. We listened to my iPod on the way to the show so I could educate Seth on Jasper's music and lyrics, but hearing his voice was doing nothing but making me picture that night and the sound of his voice when he told me to suck him and the scream he let out when he came. You could hear that same passion in the words he sang and my cock was ready to burst ten minutes into the three hour drive.

Seth was so easy going, he listened and really did try to like it, but he and I would never agree on music taste. We really were opposites in every way. When we finally pulled up at the club they would be playing at in just under an hour, I felt nauseous and my heart was pounding.

"Hey, Edward," Seth said as he took my face in his outside of the club. "It's going to be okay, don't be so upset."

"I don't know what I am doing here," I whispered. "It was a mistake to come." What did I expect? Jasper Whitlock, lead singer, drummer, piano player, trumpet player, guitar player and more, to fall down on his knees and say he felt it too and that he needed me? Not likely.

"We didn't drive all the way here for nothing, man. You need to resolve this one way or another, okay?" he said emphatically. He always knew what I needed, even if I didn't.

"Okay," I whispered.

"I love you, no worries. If it is meant to be, he'll be here and you will know what to do," he hugged me hard, resting his head on mine.

I hugged him back and sighed in comfort when his hand went under the band of my shirt and rubbed the bottom of my back. That always calmed me down, it was working, until I felt prickles on the back of my neck.

Shit, someone was going to kick our ass for being two guys hugging in a parking lot.

At the other end of the building, leaning inconspicuously against a tree was Jasper and he was staring right at us. No one else saw him, but there was no way I could miss him. My arms dropped immediately from around Seth.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"He's here," I said.

"Where?" Seth was looking around, but I wasn't going to point Jasper out. I discreetly looked over at the tree and he was gone. I was a little flustered now that I saw him. Knowing he was really there, even though I knew he would be, but actually seeing him made all the memories so much more clear.

"He's gone, but I saw him," I took Seth's hand and pulled him towards the entrance.

We went in and the first thing I did was go to the bar and order us some beers. It was going to be a long night and I needed to loosen up a bit. By the time the opening act was on their last song, I had had three beers and Seth was still nursing number two. His eyes kept looking around, trying to pinpoint the mystery man we were here to see and I was mute on the subject. He knew better than to push me.

There was a brief intermission while the bands changed and I could hear every tick of the clock in my head as I waited for that red curtain to rise and let me see him.

"Are you ever gonna tell me who it is?" Seth murmured into my ear.

"No, not yet," I said, squeezing his hand once before letting it go.

"Fine, the next band better not suck," he muttered.

"They never suck, they rock, " I told him with a smirk on my face.

They didn't suck, but I sure as hell did.

When the curtains opened and revealed the man behind all my fantasies, my heart dropped. He looked amazing and I couldn't deny it any longer.

I wanted him, all of him.

My mind was in overdrive, wondering what to do about Seth when the show was over because I needed to see him, to smell him, to taste him and hold him close while he moved inside of me. His eyes scanned the crowd and the minute they landed on me his face hardened. There was no warmth, recognition, nothing. Just a mask that dropped into place.

He looked right at me when he opened his mouth to sing and the rage behind his words made me take a step back. His eyes never left mine as he wailed the words into the microphone. The angry lyrics were making me dizzy and he was singing them all at me and my stomach tensed as I wondered what the fuck I had done to deserve it.

Maybe he was pissed that I showed up, maybe it was his way of telling me that there was going to be no more interaction between us. Whatever it was, I knew I couldn't handle much more. I broke my gaze from his and spun around to head to the bathroom. When I got in there I leaned over the sink and splashed water on my face. After taking a few deep breaths and calming down, I checked my reflection and went to head out.

When I opened the door, the same security guard as last time was standing there.

"He wants to see you, after the show, come find me and I will look out for you," he nodded and walked off.

He wants to see me? Then why is he so angry? Guess there was only one way to find out.

I walked back over to where Seth stood entranced by the performance on stage. I didn't blame him, they were excellent performers in a live setting. Of course my reason for liking them went a whole lot deeper and had every bit to do with the good-looking lead singer that had gotten under my skin in a way no else had. It was alarming, especially not knowing what was in store for me later. I just hoped he wasn't going to tell me to stay the fuck away from him.

Seth and I stood in silence as we listened to song after song. Never once did Jasper's eyes stray back to mine as he finished singing and my feelings were more and more hurt by the minute, but he wanted me to come to him, that had to mean something.

When the curtain drew closed before the encore, Seth finally spoke to me.

"Wow, man, they really are good. Not saying I want the CD or anything, but yeah, not bad to listen to."

Just as I was about to respond, the security guard walked over to where I stood.

"He wants to know if you are coming," the man asked, a serious look on his face.

I glanced quickly at Seth and back at him, "Tell him I'll be there."

The guard walked away without saying another word.

"What the fuck is going on, Edward? Who is it you are meeting?"

"The lead singer, he was the one I slept with," I said with my eyes looking down at the ground.

"Jesus, Edward, the singer? Really? When were you going to tell me?"

"Ummm, now?" I said, afraid of his reaction. He really was protective of me.

"Edward, not to rain on your parade here, but how serious do you think this guy really is about you? How many "you's" were there before you graced him with your presence? How many were there after the last time you left him?"

Seth was voicing every fear I had, "I don't know, Seth. I just know I need to talk to him, is that okay?"

"What do you want me to say? No?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not really wanting to say much else right then.

"Of course, Edward. Go talk to him, go throw yourself at him and come back to me when he hurts you. I'll be in the car."

I watched Seth walk away from me just as Jasper's voice hit me. I turned to the stage and looked up at him. He was sitting on a stool, only his guitar in hand and his hair was falling over his face. The sounds of his voice wrapped around me and the words weaved their way into my heart. He was singing about love and loss and I only hoped he had never felt as sad and desperate as the lyrics were.

Jasper never raised his face until the last note was sung and as the crowd erupted into cheers. He stood, bowed his head and walked off the stage. My heart was straining in my chest, wanting to go to him, but I would soon enough.

"Come on, son," a voice said behind me. The man took my elbow and led me to a similar room as the one he had last time.

"Wait in here, he will be in shortly," he closed the door with a soft click and I was left alone. This time he wasn't in the shower, he wasn't waiting for me. The tables were turned and I was apprehensive about what was to come.

It was about thirty minutes before he came in, and he didn't even acknowledge that I was there. He walked over to where a collection of water bottles stood and unscrewed the cap on one before drinking the entire bottle. His back was still to me when he finally spoke.

"Who is he?" He said in a cold, hard voice.

"Who is who?" I asked, confused.

"Why did you come?" he asked angrily. I wanted him to turn around and look at me.

"I told you I would," I said as I walked up behind him.

He flipped around and grabbed my arms, pulling me to him, "No, why did you come if you are seeing someone?"

I opened my mouth to protest, the realization of what he thought finally dawning on me, but his mouth was on mine before I could say a word. His tongue pushed into my mouth and he ravaged it, licking, sucking and biting like it was his last meal. His arms held me against his body and I wrapped my arms around him. He was sweaty, his clothes were damp and he smelled like salt and Jasper. It was heady and I was losing myself to him when I knew we needed to talk.

I took his damp strands in my hands and held his face to mine, pouring everything I felt into that kiss. How much I missed him, how I thought about him every day. The passion, the need and desire to feel him against me was all encompassing. I wanted to feel his naked body against mine, just as he was, wet, dirty and smelling like smoke and beer. He was fucking perfect and having him back in my arms quenched a thirst I didn't know was there.

He pulled away from my mouth, his eyes never meeting mine as he tore open my jeans and pulled my shirt over my head. Reason was telling me we needed to talk, needed to set the record straight before we did anything else, but I was incoherent in his arms. When he touched me I lost all ability to rationalize, I just knew that I needed him inside me right then. Jasper's hands were yanking at my jeans, pulling them down my hips as he knelt in front of me. I held onto his shoulders as he removed my shoes and pants.

Finally, he looked up at me, his mouth parted, but no words came out. His eyes closed slowly and then he took me into his mouth.

"Ahhhh, fuck!" I screamed, putting my hands on his head, pushing into his mouth.

He took his mouth off of my cock and I cried out at the loss of contact. My body was dying for him to continue, but he had other plans.

He stood up and growled, "Why?", before his mouth was on mine again. I tore my mouth away buried my face in his neck, undoing his pants with my nervous fingers.

Jasper pulled back and took off his shirt and quickly divested the rest of his clothing, before he stood before me beautifully naked.

He grabbed a condom and lube from his bag and I watched in awe as he rolled the condom over his delicious cock, lubed it and then walked over to where I stood.

I was so ready to be fucked by him that I bent over the couch, my ass ready and waiting for him. I felt his hands on my ass at the same time his warm breath whispered into my ear.

"Does he make you feel like this, Edward?" He rubbed his cock in the crack of my ass.

"No, you don't..."

"Shut the fuck up!" he said at the same time I felt the sting of his hand as he brought it down on my ass.

"This is fucking mine," he said, rubbing my ass as I moaned in pleasure. "Mine!"

"Yours, please," I whimpered, grinding my ass back into his cock. I needed him, inside me and I didn't want to wait any longer.

"No, you don't get to be fucked over a couch," he groaned as he teased my entrance by pushing the head inside me then pulling it out.

Jasper pulled me up and turned me around, "You fucking look at me while I fuck you. I want you to know who it is."

"Jasper, please, listen to me," I pleaded.

"Shut up," he said loudly as he picked me up and sat me on the back of the couch. Scooting my ass forward, he lined himself up with me and pushed in.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned as he drove all the way in until his hips were flush with my ass. His already damp skin stuck to me as his hips thrust into me angrily.

"Why," he slammed his hips into mine, "did you bring him here?"

He was hammering into me over and over again, my glasses fell off my face with the force of his body surging into mine.

"Not...what you...think...oh god...don't stop," I grunted as his balls slapped against my ass.

"Wanted to see you," he said before biting into my shoulder, the pain and pleasure of everything he was doing to me making me spiral out of control.

"I didn't...want to see you...fuck...ahhh...needed this...you," his hips stilled and he looked me in the eyes.

"Who is he?" he asked again, holding me on the edge of the sofa, not moving at all.

"My best friend," I said breathlessly. he didn't need to know anymore right then.

"Best friend?" He said as he picked me up easily and walked around to sit on the couch with me straddling his lap.

"Yes," I whispered. That one word hung between us for an eternity before he groaned and kissed me with all the passion he had the first night we were together.

Jasper's hands were on my ass, lifting me up and I knew what he wanted. I put my hands on his shoulders and moved my self up and down over him, feeling him slide in and out of me while he devoured my mouth with his teeth and tongue. He fit perfectly, everything I felt the other night came rushing back stronger. There was no way I would get enough of this man anytime soon and I hoped, if his actions were any indication, that he felt the same way.

It wasn't long before his body was thrusting up into mine with each downward pump of my hips. He had my cock in his long fingers, stroking up and down with his mouth against my throat. His body tensed under mine and he screamed my name as I felt him pulse into me, his eyes closed and mouth parted. He arched his back when he came.

He was gorgeous.

Jasper stroked me a few more times before I followed him, spilling into his hands and all over our laps. My head rested against his neck when we were through and I licked the sweat running down the side. His taste was like no other and I wanted to lick his entire body, but I was too tired.

"Sorry, Edward...so fucking sorry," he sighed.

"Shhhh," I said. "Don't say anything, just feel."

There was plenty we needed to talk about, things we were going to have to figure out, but right then, I had everything I needed.

A/N: Reviews make me write more…just saying…and by the way, you guys blew me out of the water with the number of reviews in the first chapter, so thank you!

IMPORTANT: I know I promised you PSMW and I do write a little every few days, I promise. I know it has been awhile, but if you follow me on Twitter you know there is something really sad going on in my life right now and it is very hard for me to sit and write something that takes me to a sad place when I have enough sadness right now. Please be patient with me is all I ask, I hate this, I really do because I do not want to let you down.