A/N: Since the last chapter was written completely from Emmett's POV, I decided to write this chapter from James' POV.

This was supposed to be a total of two chapters, but this chapter took a different turn so there will be at least one more part.

Instead of giving a long drawn out explanation for why James went to jail, I chose to write a flashback scene.

I want to thank everyone for reviewing… there's nothing that makes a struggling author feel better than reading nice reviews.

I probably would have posted this quicker, but there was a bad storm that knocked my internet out for a few hours earlier this week.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters.

Chapter 2: I'm Moving On

James' POV

Three And A Half Years Ago

It was a nice warm and breezy summer day and I was feeling great. I was rolling a joint and watching a baseball game with Emmett in our living room. I gave him a chaste close-mouthed kiss on the cheek and asked him to get me something to drink. He mumbled something about him not being a waiter, but he got up and poured me a glass of lemonade anyway. I reached into my pocket and pulled my lighter out. I lit the joint and took a puff.

"Want a hit?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," He simply replied.

"Baseball is already fun to watch, but it's even better when you're high," I told him.

"You think everything is better when you're high," Emmett pointed out.

"That's because it's true," I argued.

"Whatever," He murmured.

"What's with the attitude, Em?" I wondered as I began to have a coughing fit.

"You know what my problem is," Emmett growled.

I drank some lemonade. "You're pissed because I'm smoking a little weed?"

"I care a hell of a lot more about you selling drugs. Your dumbass is going to get caught one day," He cautioned.

"No, I won't," I disagree.

"All criminals are arrogant and think that they're invincible, you're not as slick as you think you are," Emmett warned.

"You're wound so tight, you need to relax," I observed.

I put the joint out and then I climbed on top of him. He tried to protest, but I kissed him and cut his objection short. My legs were straddling his hips and his hands were running up and down my back as he deepened the kiss. I pulled away briefly so I could free us of some of our clothing; I unbuttoned his shirt first and then I lifted my arms to rid myself of my t-shirt. He brought me as close to him as possible and our bare chests created great friction.

"James…" He whined.

"Tell me what you want," I demanded seductively.

"Touch me," Emmett whispered.

I knew how sensitive that Emmett's nipples were so I gently nibbled on them before pinching them. He bit his lip, but a soft moan escaped anyway. My fingers brushed his hard abs and they stopped moving when they reached the waistband of his boxers. He raised his hips off of the couch so I could take his jeans off and slide his boxers down. I licked my lips at the sight of his big hard cock leaking pre-cum. I cupped one of his balls and his dick twitched in my hand.

"Always so eager," I teased.

I used his pre-cum for lube as I wrapped my fist around him. I slowly moved my hand up and down and I could feel the tension leaving his body. I leaned in for a brief kiss as I continued to stroke him. His cock felt smooth yet rough and heavy in my hand. I found that magic spot just beneath the head of his dick and his whole body shook as he moaned deeply. I placed my other hand on his thigh to control his movements.

"So fucking good," He praised.

I spit on my other hand to get some lubrication. I wrapped one hand around the head and the other around the base and I started twisting my fists in opposite directions. His eyes closed in ecstasy so I jerked him off harder and faster. I knew that he was going to cum soon because he fucking loved the double fist technique. I bent down so that my mouth was level with his neck and sucked the sensitive skin there before I lightly bit him. He was only moments away from his orgasm.

"Cum for me," I ordered.

His body shuddered and he came all over his stomach and my hand not even five seconds later. I waited until the trembling stopped and until he was looking directly at me before I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth; I licked each finger individually. He groaned and I'm sure that he would have been rock hard if it wasn't so soon after his orgasm. I removed myself from his lap and I put my shirt back on.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" Em asked breathlessly.

"Nope, I'm going to finish this joint, eat and then take a nap," I replied.

I did eventually fall asleep and I was having a good dream before the boisterous knocking at the door woke me up. I looked around for Emmett and I didn't see him so I wiped my eyes and started heading toward the door. I heard water running and Em came out of the bathroom a few seconds later. We both walked into the foyer and I cursed and told whoever was at the door to stop knocking like they were the goddamn police. Of course I opened the door and there were actually two police officers there…

I run some cold water over my face as I try not to remember the day that changed my life forever. It's been a week since I kicked Emmett out and I haven't seen him since. I can't say that I'm really surprised though. I put Emmett through hell and I'm lucky that he even came to see me period. The one thought that's plaguing my mind though is if Emmett has read any of the letters or not. I remember each letter and the content vividly. I even nicknamed some of them.

Letter #1: The first letter that I wrote Emmett was probably the hardest for me to write. It was mostly an apology letter. I apologized for treating him like shit and I admitted that I missed him. I told him that I never deserved to have someone like him in my life.

The Sex Letter: This was the fifteenth letter that I wrote. I had a set of sex rules and I never explained them to Emmett, I know he wanted to probe, but he never really did. We never had sex in any position where we were face to face. My guard almost completely comes down when I'm in the throes of passion and I couldn't allow Emmett to see me that way. I also couldn't look in his soulful blue eyes and watch him come undone. I never even let him give me a blowjob because I was too scared to be that exposed.

The Love Letter: I wrote the letter professing my love for Emmett about two years ago. It was the only letter written on an impulse. I didn't really plan on telling him that I loved him, but I couldn't stop my hand from writing. I didn't even realize how deep my feelings were until after I wrote it; when I re-read the letter; I knew that it was true. For the first time in my life, I was in love with someone.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear Alice's high pitched voice and the sound of her heels approaching the living room. When she comes into view, she looks just as pretty as I always remember. She sits down next to me on the couch and she kisses me on the cheek. She places her tiny hand in the palm of mine and we stay like this for a few moments. I used to always hold her hand when she was scared or worried and I guess it's her turn now.

"Edward's taking me shopping and then we're going out to eat so you'll have the house all to yourself," Alice informs me.

"Great, now I have to find some form of entertainment," I complain.

"Here's a great idea; why don't you call Emmett?" She suggests.

"I made the first move, Ali. It's up to him now," I tell her.

"You're right, but you need to do something. You've been moping for the past week and you reek. Take a shower and go somewhere," Alice demands.

"Fine," I concede.

She smiles victoriously and I can't help but smile back. I make sure that the water is really hot before I step into the shower. I take my time because the scalding water feels great on my taut muscles and my sister was definitely right about my lack of hygiene. After I get out of the shower and dry off, I brush my teeth and then I shave. I brush my still damp hair before I put it in a ponytail. I put on my favorite pair of ripped jeans, a tight black shirt and a pair of sunglasses. I give myself the once over before I walk downstairs.

"Who is this hot guy and what have you done with my brother?" My sister teases.

"Very funny. Where is Eddie? Shouldn't he have picked you up by now?" I ask.

"You know he hates it when you call him that and he's running a bit late because his mom needed his help with something," Alice explains.

"I hope you're aware that your boyfriend is a total fag," I inform her.

"He is totally not gay!" She objects.

"Listen to your big brother, ok? I know my shit when it comes to gay guys. I warned you about Jasper, remember?" I remind her.

Alice frowns. "You warned me about Jazz right before you fucked him behind my back. How could I forget?"

"You were broken up, Ali! And you know that I toyed with him to get back at him," I defend.

"I really don't want to talk about this. You don't have to stay here with me, you should go," She hints.

It's not very often that Alice isn't extremely bubbly and perky, but she never wants to be bothered when she's moody so I respect her wishes and leave. I get in my car and I decide to drive to my favorite club. Very surprisingly, I haven't had a drink since I've been out and I'm really in the mood for one. I make it to the club about twenty-five minutes later and I take my sunglasses off once I'm inside. I approach the bar and I stop dead in my tracks when I see someone with very familiar floppy blonde hair. I sit down next to him and I order a drink. He smirks when he notices me.

"Does your parole officer know that you're out past your curfew?" Jasper jokes.

I smirk as I accept my drink. "I'm a model ex-con; I got out early for good behavior and I already have a job lined up. My p.o. could give less than a fuck about me going out."

"You always do find ways to get what you want," He insinuates.

"I don't hurt and manipulate people in order to get my way anymore," I tell him.

"Good for you," Jazz says sarcastically.

"Don't act like a self-righteous ass. Yes, I did use and mistreat you, but you fucking deserved it. You broke my sister's heart so it was only fair that I broke yours," I explain.

He shakes his head. "You know that I didn't mean to hurt her. I loved Alice."

"You should have had the balls to tell her you were gay instead of stringing her along," I point out.

"I was a coward, I know," Jasper agrees.

"When I left the house, I didn't plan on going back alone," I hint with a wink as I pay the bartender for my untouched drink.

I want to get home as fast as I can, but the last thing that I need is to get pulled over by the cops so I take my time. I pull my car into the driveway and Jasper parks right behind me. I'm so excited and nervous that I drop my keys before I can get them out and unlock the front door. I haven't had consensual sex in three and a half years and I'm itching to bury my dick into Jasper's tight ass. I finally open the door and I push Jazz against it as soon as it's closed.

"Someone's eager," He observes with wide eyes.

"Need you," I mumble.

I grab him by the belt loops in his jeans and I lead him into the living room. I almost tear his shirt into pieces in my haste to touch him. I run my fingers through his slightly hairy chest and he shivers when my hand reaches the button on his pants. I growl in pleasure when I see that he's going commando. I raise my arms and take my shirt off as Jasper steps out of his jeans. He sets his hand on my cheek and leans in to kiss me before I respectfully turn my head away.

"No kissing on the mouth," I order.

"Fine," Jasper concedes.

I remove a condom out of my pocket before I pull my jeans off. We're both naked and I'm ready to proceed when I realize that I don't have any lube. I think about fucking him dry, but that'd be really cruel so I decide that I'll use spit. I bend him over the arm of the couch and he spreads his legs wide. I suck on two of my fingers until they're moist and then I position them at his entrance. He jerks at the intrusion and I lace kisses down his back to get him to loosen up.

"Breathe, Jazz. It'll get better once you relax," I coach him.

"Fuck! I need to have lube on me at all times," He suggests.

Although I'm hard as hell, I ask him if he wants me to stop and I'm grateful when he tells me to continue. I slide the condom onto my erect cock after I've thoroughly prepped Jasper. I slowly inch my way inside and I groan when I feel his internal walls clench. My hands dig into his hips with each vigorous thrust inside and I know that I'm not going to last long at all. I pull out and swiftly push back in; driving us both crazy with pleasure.

"James! Shit!" Jasper moans breathlessly.

He curls his hand around his dick and he starts stroking in time with my movements. I withdraw my cock from the constricting heat and I plunge in roughly at a new angle that hits his prostate directly. Jasper's entire body shudders in pain/surprise/ecstasy and he jerks his dick vigorously. I'm sweating profusely and my hair is sticking to my shoulders because my ponytail holder is long gone. I move my hands onto his shoulders as I start fucking him wildly.

"I-I'm…cumming!" He announces.

Jasper screams my name as his cock explodes; white pearly ribbons of cum decorating the carpet. He rests his head on his arms which are outstretched in front of him on the couch. I wait for him to catch his breath before I resume pounding into him rapidly; I can freely chase my own orgasm since he's already had his. My eyes close tightly and I feel my release rapidly approach after I slam into him a half-dozen times. I moan Jazz's name softly as I completely fill the condom with relentless spurts of cum. My eyes pop open once I'm able to breathe normally and I'm shocked to see Emmett standing about a couple of feet away from the couch.

A/N: *Dodges virtual rocks* I know, I know, I'm kind of evil for ending this chapter at this exact moment.

I was going to make this chapter longer, but I felt this was an appropriate stopping point.

I really struggled to write this chapter and I think it's because this was not my original idea.

I'm a huge fan of writing drama so there will definitely be some in the next chapter.

I am going to split the next chapter up into Emmett's POV and into James' POV.

I'm very interested to know what everyone thinks of this chapter.