[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] I'm totally blown away by the amazing response I've received for this story. Boy slash is not my main genre but I heart the idea for this one so much that I want to give it a try. We'll see how things turn out.

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**2**

I can't fall asleep. After turning around on the bed for a while, I decide to go down to the kitchen for a bite. My stomach feels weird whenever I replay what happened in Jasper's car. He makes me nervous, and I'm getting the impression he enjoys that somehow.

There is still light in the kitchen, and my twin is sitting at the table. His nose is buried in a thick book.

"Hey," I greet him. "Are you still studying? It's the middle of the night."

Anthony is really overdoing it a bit with the whole learning thing. Yes, school is important, but that's no reason to torture yourself like that.

He sighs and takes a big gulp from the mug of black coffee in front of him. "Crap, there is no way I'm getting this into my head. It's hopeless."

"Maybe you should try again tomorrow," I suggest. "After getting a few hours of some decent sleep."

"I can't sleep. What about you? Why are you still up?"

"Can't sleep either, I guess," I tell him, and sit down on the chair next to him. "Dad was pretty pissed at me for ditching school."

"He'll calm down soon. What did you do?"

"Hang out with Jasper."

"Mo- Esme said you came back home after dark. What the hell did you do for so long?"

"Just talking and listening to music in his car."

"Good. I'm glad the two of you are getting along. Just don't take him as a role model when it comes to school. That wouldn't end well."

I nod my head and rub my eyes. Then I stand up and search the cupboards for some candy. Ripping a pack of Hershey Kisses open, I offer them to my brother before taking one myself.

"I shouldn't eat those. There's milk in them," Anthony states before ripping off the foil. "But they're just too good to resist."

"Being a vegan must be tough."

"It was harder at the beginning. Sometimes I used to wake up and my mouth was watering for a piece of bacon. That very rarely happens anymore."

"If you want to eat meat, you should just do it."

"I can't. Tanya says she won't go out with a carnivore."

I wonder if he asks how high when she asks him to jump. He's putty in her hands. It's so obvious who's the boss in their relationship.

He sighs again and turns his book to the next page. "God, this is fucking hopeless. I'll never manage to learn this before next week."

"What's next week?" I ask him, stuffing a bit more of the candy into my mouth.

"My French exam," he states. "The one I'm going to fail."

"How can you be sure about that?"

"Let me think. Maybe because I can't speak French? I'm fucking screwed!"

He closes the book and stands up from his chair. "Dad is going to freak if I fail. I can't fail. This is going to ruin my good GPA."

"How can you not speak French when you are in the advanced course?" I ask him. French is the only subject I was ever somewhat good at back in Chicago. I would have loved to attend the advanced course here as well, but it was already full.

Anthony pours the rest of his coffee down the sink and leans back against the counter.

"The truth? I've not set one foot inside that course since I started it three years ago. It was so easy to convince Mr. Laurent that I would study everything at home. When your grades are as good as mine, teachers give you all kinds of liberties. Everything was working fine. All I had to do was submit a written report at the end of each school year. I had this senior chick do it for me."

"Doesn't she want to help you anymore?"

"She can't help me during an oral exam. This afternoon, while you were ditching, Mr. Aro let me know I'm going to have mine next Wednesday. You can't cheat on an oral exam. That's fucking impossible."

"Well," I start hesitantly. "It wouldn't exactly be cheating if you're not going to be there."

"What?" he asks, raising his left eyebrow. "How is that supposed to work?"

"I don't think we have time to teach you how to speak French in a week. The easiest option would be that I take the exam instead of you."

xxxx

The next day at lunch, I can't manage to eat even a single bite with Jasper sitting next to me. The situation feels awkward. I want to take his hand, but he probably wouldn't like that here in public. Or would he? He's quiet today and continues to dip greasy fries into the mayonnaise on his tray before he nibbles on them.

"Aren't you hungry, Edward?" Tanya asks worriedly. "You and Anthony look like you didn't sleep well. Is everything okay, honey?"

"Yes, sure," Anthony tells her quickly. "There's no need for you to worry. Right, Edward?"

"Yeah," I mumble, sipping my Coke. Then someone throws down a tray on the ground next to me and I turn around. Rose has her arm on Emmett's and looks livid.

"How could you do that to me?" she yells, smacking Emmett in the head over and over again. "I hate you! I hate you!"

"Rosie, calm down." Jasper tells her, trying to get a hold on her hands. "Please, stop this. You're embarrassing yourself."

"He's the one who embarrassed me by screwing around with that slut Lauren behind my back. Jessica saw them. She told me everything!"

"Jasper, tell your sister this is bullshit. I've never cheated on her. I swear!"

"Em, that's between the two of you. Keep me out of it."

Jasper grabs his tray and stands. "This is too much drama for my liking. I'm going for a little walk now. See you later."

"Care for company?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as possible. If he tells me no, I'll get the point. It doesn't happen, and a couple of minutes later we're sitting underneath the roof to the gym. It's raining, and for a few minutes neither of us speak. This is what I like about him. Jasper doesn't feel the need to fill every goddamn moment with conversation.

"I hate when she gets all agitated. My sis has trouble keeping her emotions at bay when she's pissed."

"Do you think Emmett is lying?"

"Does it matter? He's her boyfriend, not mine. It's Rose who needs to trust him."

He pulls out a box of cigarettes and holds it up to me.

"I don't smoke."

"Neither do I," he states, throwing the package into the trash next to us. "Have you made up your mind what you want to do for our date on Friday?"

A date. He actually called it a date. My heart does a backflip in my chest.

"Um, we can do whatever you like to do."

"Kay," he mumbles, leaning forward to brush his forefinger over my mouth. Is he going to kiss me now? I close my eyes and wait for the touch of his lips.

"Open your eyes. I'm not going to kiss you here where any idiot in the school can see us."

"Yes, sure," I whisper. "I wouldn't want that either."

"Why? Don't you want people to find out what you are?"

"I don't mind anyone knowing I'm gay."

Well, technically no one knows I'm gay, but if someone asks me directly I won't lie. Will I?

We walk back to the school building in silence, barely making it to the class room a split second before Mr. Aro enters the room.

Today, he doesn't pay any attention to Jasper because he seems to have found a new victim. The dainty black-haired girl in the first row looks like a ghost. She's pale and nibbles constantly on her fingernails. When Mr. Aro calls on her, she stares right through him and doesn't speak one single word. The same thing happens several times until the bell finally rings.

"Hey, Brandon," James calls through the class room. "What was it like in the looney bin? Did they put you in a straightjacket?"

"Keep your fucking mouth shut," Jasper snarls. I manage to step back when he lifts his chair up and throws it towards the poor guy. Then he climbs over the tables and pushes James against the wall.

"Hey, I was just joking."

"So am I, shithead. I could kill you, you worthless loser, but that would just be a waste of time. Now, get out of my sight!"

"Mr. Hale, drop your hands from Mr. Tracker this very moment," the principle's nasally voice thunders through the room. "My office! Now!"

Jasper steps back from James and runs his fingers casually through his hair. When he follows the principle out of the classroom, he's whistling through his teeth. God, how can he be so calm when they're probably going to kick him out of school now?

I pack my stuff together and pull out the paper I have written my classes on. The school building is huge and I still haven't memorized where everything is.

On my way out of the classroom, I bump into the tiny girl. Her books fall down and I kneel down to help her pick them up again.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," I tell her. "My name is Edward. Anthony is my twin brother."

"Don't talk to the weirdo, Masen," Jessica tells me, tugging on my shirt. "We should go to the next class."

The entire way to our Literature class she babbles nonstop. It's terribly annoying, but I don't know how to tell her to shut the fuck up. My head is starting to hurt. How can one person talk so much unimportant crap in such a short amount of time?

I ignore her rambling and try to focus on the poem the teacher has written on the blackboard.

"And?" Jessica asks so loudly I finally turn to her again. "What are you saying? Do you want to go out with me on Friday?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Look, I know you're a bit on the shy side, so I'm trying to make this easier for you by making the first move."

"Jessica, I like you," I lie to her in my smoothest voice. "But I don't think this is a good idea."

"Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"Yes, you are, but still…well, I just don't feel like starting anything serious right now, and I don't get the impression you're interested in anything less."

Her cheeks turn a bit red and she quickly nods her head. "Just let me know in case you change your mind. Will you?"

I tell her yes, and that seems to make her happy for now. One day I need to tell everyone, including Jessica, I will never be interested in going out with a girl. This is not the eighties anymore. Coming out is supposed to be easy, right?

The rest of the school day passes by in a flash. When I make my way to the parking lot, Rose is arguing with Jasper in front of his car.

"Rose, it's enough now," Anthony tells her. "Just leave him alone."

"I won't. God, how can someone be so incredibly stupid? Expelled for a month? Jesus Christ, Mom is going to have a heart attack when she hears of this!"

"They should have kicked me out completely. It would have been less paperwork for Mom."

"What the hell is wrong with you, Jasper?"

"Rosie, you need to calm down. You're just pissed because you think Emmett wet his dick in Lauren's pussy." Jasper tells her, pushing the backdoor of his car open. "Now, get inside the fucking car so that we can get home."

xxxx

Anthony is very quiet while we have dinner with Dad and our stepmother. She's made some rice stuff with mushrooms that is actually the tastiest meal I've gotten here.

"How was school?" Esme asks me, and I shrug my shoulders.

"Like always."

"Jasper got expelled for fighting," Anthony says, pushing the food on his plate from one side to the other.

"Oh my god, that's just horrible. Did he hurt the other boy severely?"

"No, James is fine," I mumble, taking a sip from the glass of water in front of me.

"He's probably lucky nothing worse happened. Maria should send the boy to that military school. They'd teach him some discipline there," Dad says. "If one of you behaved like that, I'd do the same."

"Dad! Not that again. Jasper doesn't mean it like that," my brother tells Dad.

"You find an excuse for everything he does. Fighting at school is not acceptable."

"He was just trying to defend this girl," I murmur with a full mouth.

"Yes, sure, Jasper Hale, the knight in shining armor. Look, I don't have any more time to talk about this. I have some paperwork to do at the hospital."

He stands up from his chair and plants a kiss on Esme's cheek before walking out. The two of them are so devoted to each other. It's barely endurable.

"Is Maria really going to send Jasper to that school? That's going to kill him."

"Anthony, she doesn't know what else to do. The boy is driving her insane with his behavior," Esme states. "Maybe you should try to talk to him. I mean, you're his best friend. He listens to you."

"Jazz knows what I think about his attitude in school. It doesn't change anything."

I feel my stomach clenching and it has very little to do with the food I just had. The thought of Jasper being sent away is horrible for me. We finish our meal, and afterwards, I try to come up with an excuse to go to Jasper's place. Unfortunately, my brother decides to come with me. On the way there, I'm silent. I want to tell Anthony I want to be alone with Jasper, but I don't dare.

"Are you okay?" he asks, killing the engine. "You keep biting your lip as if you're thinking pretty hard about something."

"It's nothing."

"You can tell me."

"I know," I mumble, opening the door. There is loud music coming from the garage. That's where we head.

My heart makes a little jump when I see Jasper. He's sitting on a pile of tires, throwing darts against the wall in front of him.

"Prison visitors," he says with a grin. "How nice."

"Is your mother home?"

"She's off to kiss the principle's ass. I don't know why she can't just give it a rest."

Anthony grabs his shoulder. "Are you stupid? You got expelled for fucks sake!"

"I don't care."

"Anthony, just give it up," Rose states, walking inside the garage. She turns off the music and snarls at her brother. "He just likes the thought of ending up under a bridge."

We walk inside the house and notice the scent of freshly baked chocolate cookies.

"Are you baking?"

"She's not dating anymore, so back to eating whatever crap she likes."

"You're an asshole, Jazz. I hate you."

Rose pulls out the baking tray and places it on the counter. "Twins, feel free to help yourself. I'll be in my room waiting for hell to freeze over."

"Stupid bitch, she's getting on my nerves."

"Your sister is right for telling you off. Where do you think this bullshit is getting you?"

"Well, it got me an entire month off from school. That doesn't sound too bad to me."

"What kind of work will you get without a diploma? You will be squirting mayonnaise on burgers in some fast food place."

Anthony is getting more agitated with every word he speaks. His face is red. When his cell starts beeping and he walks out of the kitchen to answer it, I sigh in relief.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice cracking slightly. "I didn't know he would give you crap about the getting expelled thing."

"It's okay. That's his way of showing he cares."

"Who cares?" Anthony asks, sticking his head inside again. "Edward, I need to pick up Tanya from her cheerleader practice. Her car won't start."

I clear my throat. "Just go and get her. I'll keep Jasper company."

My brother nods his head. For a moment, I wonder if he knows what's going on between me and his best friend. Will he be okay with that? Should it matter? My inner rambling is interrupted by Jasper pushing me roughly against the kitchen counter behind me.

"You coming here is the only good thing about this shitty day," he whispers, brushing his lips lightly over mine. I fist my hand into his hair. It's soft, and his mouth against mine is even softer. My tongue finds its way between smooth lips.

The sound of the front door opening again makes Jasper pull away. The muscles in his jaw tighten when three tall guys enter the kitchen. I recognize one of them as Jasper's older brother, Peter.

"God, it smells good in here," he states, inhaling deeply. "It seems like we've come just in time, guys."

Jasper crosses his arms in front of his chest and sighs. "Hey, Peter." Then he clears his throat and steps a bit further away from me. "Edward, that's my brother, Peter. Peter, this is Anthony's twin brother, Edward. I've told you about him."

"Wow. The two of you really look alike. That must be fun." He shakes my hand before he turns to Jasper. "Where is Mom? I wanted to surprise her."

"School."

"Let me guess, you pulled some crap again. Someone should knock some sense into your thick scull."

I feel terribly out of place. The guy standing next to Peter looks me over as if I'm some kind of insect. Creeper.

Rosalie rushes down the stairs and jumps into Peter's arms. She makes some annoyingly high-pitched sounds, and for a moment I think she's going to start crying.

"I'm so glad you're home, Peter. I missed you."

"No need to cry, Rose. I'll be here for an entire month. Guys, I'll just drop off my suitcase in my room, and then we can leave to get some drinks."

Peter grabs his bag and walks up the stairs. Creeper guy smirks and it makes him look a bit like a shark. "Well, there is my little Rosie all grown up. See, John? I told you Hale's sister is a real looker."

"It's a bit hard to tell with the baggy sweater she's wearing."

Rosalie blushes, and when she speaks up again her voice is trembling a bit. "Hi, Royce."

He takes her hand and mimics one of those hand kisses you see in old movies. Rosalie's cheeks are crimson.

"I got your letter," he tells her. "That was very nice of you to write me for my birthday."

"You're welcome."

"Can I get a little late birthday kiss? You know I don't get to—"

"Keep your fucking paws from my sister if you wish to keep them, asshole," Jasper hisses, pulling Rosalie away from him.

Royce chuckles and takes a step backwards. "No need to bust a vein. Rosie, you and I should go out for dinner this week. I'll call you."

"There is no way she's going out with you, sleazeball."

"Who is going out with whom?" Peter asks when he comes down the stairs again.

"Your sister and I," Royce states with a grin on his face.

"Tell her she can't do this," Jasper says. "That's a shitty idea."

"King, my sister is a little too young for you, plus she has a boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend," Rosalie states, emphasizing the word. "And I don't need neither your's nor Jasper's permission to date anyone."

xxxx

Friday night comes with the crappiest weather possible. There is a storm building up when I park the car two streets away from Jasper's house. This feels a bit more like an attempt to escape than a date. Maybe it would have been better to wait until he isn't grounded anymore. I highly doubt that is going to happen any time soon though.

A knock against the window startles me.

"There you are. At least it's not raining yet," he greets me when I open the passenger door for him. He is wearing that leather jacket again. It has effects on my body that should be illegal.

"Hi," I whisper, leaning over to brush my lips against his. The kiss is slow. I want to savor the feeling of heat that spreads throughout me.

"We'll end up spending the entire night in the car. I can see it coming."

"Where do you want us to go?" I ask.

"I thought we could do something classy for our first date. So, it's dinner at this steak place I love, and then we're going to see a movie."

He almost makes me crash the car against a hydrant when he starts rubbing his hand gently over my crotch.

"God, damn it! You can't touch me like that when I'm driving."

"Didn't know it was so easy to distract you, pretty boy. I'll keep my hands to myself to keep both of us safe."

He chuckles, and when I pull over to the parking lot in front of the restaurant, I crash my lips against his again.

"You're a fucking tease."

"I don't tease, ever. I always finish what I start. Now, let's go inside. I'm starving."

The steak is good, but I can't concentrate on my food. Jasper is distracting me too much. I want to know everything about him, and somehow that makes it difficult for me to figure out where to start. There is so much I want to ask him.

"Your sister told me you're going back to school on Monday."

"Yeah, unfortunately, I am. My mother has made a very gracious donation to that dump and they agreed to take me back."

I sip my drink, and watch fascinated how Jasper licks a bit of sour cream from the edge of his mouth.

"You should tell your brother we're together before he hears it from anyone else. He wouldn't like that."

"I know. It's just…I've never told anyone I'm gay."

"Well, then it's time to start. Don't you think?"

"Yes, I know, but...maybe I'm just not ready yet."

He sighs and places his hand on mine. His fingers caress the back of my hand very lightly and the touch makes my skin all tingly.

"I can be patient, but it's not my strong point."

"Okay," I whisper, my throat unpleasantly tight all of a sudden. I feel like I've disappointed him.

"Oh, there's our dessert. You do like chocolate cake, don't you?"

He dips his fork into the cake and lifts it to my mouth. "Try. The cake is to die for."

I open my lips and a little shudder runs through me as he keeps his eyes on my mouth the entire time. The cake is sweet and warm. I love it.

"Good, isn't it?"

"Delicious."

Jasper takes a bite and hums while he chews it slowly. He has such a sweet tooth.

"What kind of movie are we going to see?" I ask him.

"That's a surprise, but I'm sure you are going to like it."

"It's not a chick flick, is it? I always used to watch those with my mother."

"I don't think you watched this kind of movie with your mom. There are some good chick flicks out, though. Alice has some that are actually funny."

"Are the two of you friends? She's a bit…different."

"That doesn't mean she's crazy. I should have broken James' jaw for the crap he said about her. Bet that would have taught the bastard a lesson."

"Why are you so protective of her?"

"I just don't like anyone talking shit about people I care about."

"I see. Is it true what he said, though? I mean, that she was in an asylum."

"She was in therapy. It's not like they locked her up in a padded cell or something. Why don't you ask her yourself if you want to know?"

"She's not exactly a talker. At school, she barely speaks a word. It's like she's in her own world somehow."

"There is only one world, Edward," Jasper says, before wiping his mouth on a napkin. He ends up eating most of our cake, and afterwards, he insists on paying for dinner. I agree, but only if he'll let me pay for the movie. That makes him laugh, and I don't get what he finds so funny.

On our way to the theatre, he guides me through endless streets, and I lose my orientation completely until he makes me park in a dark alley. It doesn't look like there is a movie theatre here.

"Are you sure we're in the right part of town?"

"Definitely, pretty boy, definitely,"

We step out of the car, and he pulls me to the back entrance of a brick building. This is getting ridiculous. Is he trying to sneak inside the movie without paying?

The door opens with a loud squeak, and before I can protest, he leans against me from behind and his hot breathe tickles my skin.

"I've fantasized about bringing you here with me," he whispers, pushing me inside the completely dark room. I can hear loud moans from a bit further away. Where the hell are we?

Jasper takes my hand and guides me over to a ratty couch standing between countless boxes. Then he pulls on a curtain and light fills the room. For a moment, I'm blinded by it. Another groan reaches my ear and I look up.

It's porn. It's gay porn on a gigantic screen. There is a brown-haired dude with a beard who has two of his fingers buried deep inside another guy's ass. The man makes some grunting noises that make my own cock react almost instantly.

"Do you like it?" Jasper asks, letting his hand glide up my inner thigh. "I think you do."

"Yes," I whisper huskily, watching fascinated when the bearded guy replaces his fingers with his lubed-up cock. The movements are rough. The sounds of their hips slapping against each other makes every fiber inside me vibrate.

Jasper's fingers fumble with my zipper. I hold back a moan when he pulls it down and wraps his hand around my shaft. It will probably take about five more seconds until I blow my load. Try to think of something non-sexy, I tell myself. God, it's impossible with the porn in front of me and Jasper's hand gliding up and down on my cock.

"Fuck," I hiss through my teeth. "Stop…you need to stop or I'm going to…oh fuck."

He lets go of me with a groan. His teeth scratch playfully over my earlobe.

"Touch me, pretty boy," he demands, placing my hand on the prominent bulge in his jeans. He's hard like steel. I want to feel him in my mouth. My fingers are a bit shaky when I pull out his cock. It's thick and long and just perfect. He's uncut, and I tug very lightly on the skin before pulling it back. Jasper moans when I lower my mouth and take just the tip between my lips. I hum and let my tongue swirl around the head, tasting the droplet of slick wetness. Then I try to take him deep inside my mouth. It makes me choke and almost throw up my entire dinner all over him.

"Come here," he whispers. "You don't need to suffocate yourself on my dick."

He pulls me onto his lap and makes me whimper when he rubs his cock, still slick with my salvia, against mine. His hips shift back and forth. The sensation is overpowering. My insides clench, and my balls tighten as I erupt over his throbbing length. Jasper's body goes ridgid. He shudders, and a second later his seed covers both of us. A great amount of it ends up on my shirt, too. Crap.

My lungs are burning. It's like I forgot to breathe for too long. Inhaling deeply, I rest my forehead against Jasper's shoulder and wait for the beating of my heart to return to its regular speed. The movie is over. There is some low piano music playing in the background. It's helping me to calm down.

Jasper grabs something from underneath a pillow and wipes the towel over me to dry me off. Then he repeats the same on his own cock and pulls up his jeans.

"You've been here before, haven't you?"

"A couple of times," he admits with a smirk. "Which part did you like best?"

"I don't know…the fucking scene was pretty hot."

"Would you rather fuck someone or be on the receiving end?"

I shrug my shoulders. How are you supposed to answer a question like that when you're still a virgin? Yet, I'm not completely dumb. I know gay men label themselves as either top or bottom.

"Not sure yet, huh? You'll find out soon enough."