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The following morning, Emmett and I are packed and ready to get on the road at ten-thirty. Not bad, considering I had to call him several times before he was able to drag himself away from Rosalie's bed. As soon as we get into the car, though, I can't imagine why I hurried Emmett along. I'm wracked with nerves and feel sick to my stomach at the prospect of seeing Edward again. When Emmett asks if I'm okay, I tell him that I'm just missing my family, which satisfies his curiosity for now. Somehow, he manages to keep up an almost entirely one-sided conversation for the first two hours of the drive, and if he realizes it, he doesn't say anything.

As we reach a lonely stretch of highway, the radio starts to get fuzzy. Thank God. I don't know how much more of Emmett's crappy hip-hop I can take right now. I reach over and hit the seek button until the radio lands on a station playing some Southern Rock.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about. This here is driving music!" I laugh and then start singing along to "Sweet Home Alabama."

"All right, fine." He gives in. "I'll give up radio control for a little while."

Emmett starts singing along with me, and when the song is over, I point out one of the great things about classic rock is that almost everyone knows the words to the songs. Steve Miller Band is up next, and we sing and clap along to "Take the Money and Run". I actually find myself enjoying the drive and spending time with Emmett. After two full weeks of tests, essays, cramming, and let's be honest, feeling sorry for myself, it's refreshing to feel a little carefree.

That is until the first few notes of the next song begin. It sounds really familiar, but I can't quite place it yet. Emmett reaches to change the station, but before he can, I breathe out, "Wait."

"Uh, what's this, Jasper?" He asks.

"Hold on a second, Em. I think I know this song." I turn the volume up and cock my ear toward the radio as if that will help me figure it out.

Then the words start, and it hits me. It's so fucking fitting.

You may be sweet and nice,
But that won't keep you warm at night
'Cause I'm the one who showed you how
To do the things you're doing now.
He may feel all your charms.
He might hold you in his arms,
But I'm the one who let you in.
I was right beside you in the end.
Once upon a time,
You let me feel you deep inside,
But nobody knew, nobody saw.
Do you remember the way we cried?
I'm your toy.
I'm your old boy,
But I don't want no one
But you to love me.
No, I wouldn't lie.
You know I'm not that kind of guy.

I haven't heard this song in a couple of years, but listening to it is like looking in a fucking mirror. The gut-wrenching lyrics and pleading tone of Gram Parsons' voice cut me to the core, causing my heart to clench painfully in my chest.

Jesus, Jasper, what's wrong with you? It was only one fucking night.

When the song finishes, Emmett looks over at me with his eyebrows raised. "Uh, what the fuck was that, Jasper?"

I try to pull myself together quickly and respond. "What? You've never heard of the Flying Burrito Brothers? Gram Parsons is a country rock icon."

"Um, no."

"Emmett," I state, "you officially have the worst taste in music that I've ever encountered. You've got to expand your musical horizon beyond hip-hop and pop. Seriously."

"Whatever, dude. Any song that makes chicks want to grind and take their clothes off is my favorite song. And what we just heard wouldn't make anyone want to take their clothes off."

Well, I've got to hand it to him. He has a point.

The light atmosphere we had disappears as my thoughts turn back to Edward, and the drive continues in relative silence. By the time we pull into to Forks, my nerves are completely shot. As Emmett opens the door to the house, I start taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

I'm officially freaking out.

When we walk inside, Emmett calls out a hello, but no one answers. "Huh," he grunts. "I guess there's no one here. Let me show you to the guestroom, and you can get settled in."

We walk upstairs, and Emmett points out various rooms. He gestures to a closed door, and states, "That's Edward's room," then mutters to himself, "Hm. Wonder if he's in there."

I take some time to unpack my toiletries and wash up, and then meet Emmett in the living room. "Dude," Emmett starts excitedly, "I was wrong about no one being home. I just walked in on Eddie in bed with some chick. Well, not exactly some chick. His friend, Alice. You know, I always wondered when those two would hook up. Maybe that's why he's been too busy to call me. He's been too busy gettin' busy!" he laughs.

Emmett has no idea, but his words completely crush me.

Well, I came here to get some answers, and it looks like it didn't take long to accomplish that task. Unfortunately, now I'm stuck in the same house as Edward for the next five days.

Fuck!

I knew coming here was a bad idea. I need to get the hell out of this room.

I barely manage to get directions to the nearest restroom before running down the hallway. Once I'm inside with the door locked, I lean against the counter with my face in my hands, trying to stop myself from losing it. I had a feeling there was something up with that girl from his Facebook pictures, and I'm practically turning green with jealousy. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down while I ponder how the fuck I'm going to make it through the next few days. With one last look in the mirror, I attempt a smile to see how well I can cover up my emotions right now, but it comes out looking like a grimace. Great. I'm sure Emmett's parents will love meeting his incredibly emo college roommate.

Why, yes, the same one who tried to turn your younger son gay.

When I get back to the living room, Emmett starts filling me in on our plans for tonight, and I hope it will be enough to keep me distracted from this bitch of a situation. Unfortunately, that's when I hear a melodic voice call out Emmett's name before seeing a tiny brunette woman run into his arms. My eyes are immediately drawn to the figure following her into the room.

Edward.

He's so fucking beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for the first time in weeks, my chest doesn't feel weighed down by sadness. But the feeling doesn't last long. Before I realize what I'm doing, I clear my throat out of nervousness, and when his eyes flicker over to me, the anger in them overwhelms me. He has dark circles under his eyes as if he hasn't been sleeping well, and I feel so fucking guilty. He doesn't deserve to have to deal with me in front of his family, his friends, his fucking girlfriend.

Before things get too uncomfortable, Emmett introduces me to the girl, and Edward quickly looks away. She turns and, with her back to Emmett, narrows her eyes at me as she extends her hand for me to shake. I do my best to say a pleasant hello. Edward just sort of throws a wave in my general direction without making any more eye contact. They both quickly turn away from me and start discussing tonight's party with Emmett while I stand there with no idea what to do.

I don't know how things could get any more awkward at this point. Edward fucking hates me.

After another moment, Alice interrupts Emmett, telling him that they have to go and they will see him at the party tonight.

"Well, they sure were in a hurry. Wonder what that was all about," he muses to himself.

"Hey, Em?" I ask. "Do you mind if I take a quick nap before we eat dinner and head over to your buddy's place?" I just want to be alone right now and can't fathom trying to put on a happy face around a bunch of Emmett's old high school friends.

"That sounds like a great idea, Jasper. I'm a little worn out from getting up early and all the driving. Help yourself to anything you need. As they say, 'mi casa es su casa.'"

"Emmett, we didn't really get up that early," I point out.

"Speak for yourself," he replies and starts humping the air. "There's a reason I was running late this morning, and it had nothing to do with sleeping. Know what I'm sayin'?"

"Jesus, Em, thanks for the visual. See you in a bit."

When I wake up a few hours later, it's to Emmett knocking on the door, telling me that we've got one hour to get dressed, eat and get out of here. I curse under my breath before letting him know that I'm awake and getting ready. Once showered, I pull on a dark pair of jeans and my pearl snap cowboy shirt to represent my Texas roots. Heading to the staircase, I notice that Edward's door is closed again, and let my fingers drag across it as I walk by. I pull them back with a sigh and meet Emmett in the kitchen. He's already inhaled half a pizza while I'm barely able to choke down a slice before we get into his car and drive to his friend Sam's house.

I make small talk with the guys as we drink a couple of beers. They're actually pretty cool once they finish poking fun at my accent, but my mind keeps drifting back to Edward. As usual. He certainly didn't seem very loving toward this new girlfriend of his, but it's hard to tell how much of that was due to my presence. However, she didn't seem to be making him very happy from my point of view.

Now you're sounding bitchy, Jasper.

Fuck. I think the booze is bringing me down. Luckily, we leave shortly thereafter to go to another party.

We reach the local reservation, and Emmett and I hop out of his Jeep, heading directly toward the keg. I decide to go for one more beer and see how I feel. While I'm waiting in line, I notice Emmett walk up to a group of guys. Turning my head to get a better look at them, I see an unmistakable flash of bronze hair and feel the familiar ache in my chest that has barely given me any respite in the last few weeks. As I'm trying to get a better look, Emmett moves slightly to the side, and I'm able to take a long look at Edward without anyone noticing.

My jaw drops as I try to figure out why I'm being fucking tortured like this.

He's wearing a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a skinny black tie and his black square-framed glasses. He looks so fucking gorgeous; I can't stand it. I decide to forget the beer and turn around to find some space away from the crowd, but at that moment, Emmett calls out, "Come here, Jas!" Taking a deep breath, I put my stupid fucking happy face back on and walk over to the group, trying to look anywhere but at Edward. As Emmett introduces me to a couple of the guys, Edward sneaks away from the group.

All night I find my eyes drawn to him and I fucking hate it. Eventually, I lose sight of him and feel emotionally exhausted after trying to keep up with the crowd getting more and more drunk, talking about more and more pointless things, and generally acting like idiots. Don't get me wrong, I do my share of all the above, and Emmett is the fearless leader, but I just can't handle it anymore tonight. So, I decide to go for a walk along the edge of the clearing to get away from the crowd.

I'm lost in my own head when a familiar flash of copper catches my eye.

God, I can't get away from him!

Then I realize what's happening in front of me. It's devastating, but I can't tear my eyes away. Like watching a gruesome accident, I can do nothing but stare as the scene unfolds.

He's got some fucking dude's tongue in his mouth right now.

This can't be real because if it is, it means that sexuality and confusion and gender had nothing to do with Edward leaving.

It means that he didn't want me.

At that exact moment, his green eyes flicker away from the boy he's kissing, and he catches me staring at him. I'm sure that my eyes are betraying the anger and hurt now coursing through my body, but I can't control my emotions any longer. Nor do I want to. I want him to know exactly how pissed I am for all the fucking guilt I've been living with for weeks.

At least he has the decency to pull away when he sees me. He jumps up, eyes wide open in shock, rubbing his hands over his face. The kid on the ground turns around to see what Edward's looking at, and suddenly, Edward takes off toward the woods. The kid yells out his name and then stalks over to me.

"What the fuck, man? You got a problem with this?" he challenges.

"Uh, not exactly, kid," I respond, unsure of what to do. I'm pissed off and hurt, but mostly confused. I mean, did he already know and was just testing stuff out on me? And what about what Emmett saw this afternoon?

I need to know what the hell is going on. If Edward made a mistake with me, then I'll fucking deal with it somehow, but I can't keep feeling this way. I quickly walk past this guy in the direction that Edward went, vaguely aware that he's still talking.

When I start to feel the telltale tingle of his presence on my skin, I know that I'm close. Glancing around a few trees, I spot him leaning against one of them with head in his hands. As I approach him, his position shifts slightly, and I know that he knows it's me even though his hands are covering his face.

I need to start the conversation if we have any hope of discussing this reasonably, so I ask, "Edward, are you okay?"

He lowers his hands to his sides, and I see them clench into fists. His jaw sets, and his eyes narrow as he says, "Seriously? Not you, too. No, clearly I'm not okay. But don't let me ruin your fun this weekend. Why don't you go and find some guy to confuse the shit out of, make out with, and then toss aside? Riley seems to be into guys, and maybe he won't have a problem with being used." He closes his eyes again and slumps down to the ground while I stand in front of him, in shock.

Is this some sort of joke? I never tossed anyone aside; he did that to me. And I feel the anger that's been bubbling at the surface finally overflow. "What the fuck are you talking about? Talk about being used... Was I some kind of fucking experiment for you before you freaked out and snuck away back to your precious little girlfriend? And you have the nerve to say that I used you? Fuck you, Edward," I spit out. He's the one that left me with no explanation. I don't need this bullshit. I spin away from him, deciding that it's probably in my best interest to rent a car and drive back to campus in the morning because I can't spend another four days under the same roof with him.

But as I take the first step, I barely hear his quiet voice behind me, whispering. "I saw you, Jasper."

What the hell is he talking about? Saw how much I wanted him? Saw how much I liked him? Or wait, maybe he saw how he drove me crazy every time he stared up at me through his lashes or blushed or bit his lip. I need a little clarification here.

"You saw what, Edward?"

He pauses briefly before answering. "I saw you with that guy at the Halloween party."

What? What the fu…? Oh, fuck. Did he see me with James?

No. This can't be possible.

"Fuck," I whisper, not really realizing that I'm saying it aloud. I turn to look at Edward, and he's curled himself into a ball, chin resting on his knees. I barely catch sight of his watery eyes before he turns and hides his face from me.

No… no… no.

I can't fucking believe this. I can only imagine what he thought he saw, and his actions make so much more sense now. Oh, my God. He must think I'm such an asshole.

But he's wrong about me. And I was wrong about him.

I have to fix this.

I walk over to Edward and ask him to look at me, placing a hand on his shoulder. I can't help it, having him close to me feels so good. That same electricity that I felt every time we touched that weekend flows through my hand, and the ache in my chest that I've lived with for the last few weeks disappears.

He must've felt so betrayed, and I understand when he tries to shake my hand off of his shoulder, asking me to leave him alone. But I won't. Instead, I start rubbing light circles along his shoulder with my thumb.

Damn it.

I can't believe this.

I try again, pleading, "Please, Edward. I need you to listen to me." He doesn't say anything, and I decide that's enough of a yes for me. It's time to lay it all out on the table for Edward to either accept or reject.

Taking a deep breath, I squat down to sit on the ground next to him and just start talking. "I had an amazing time with you the weekend you visited." He snorts in derision, but I ignore it and keep talking. "I felt such a strong connection to you right away. I've never felt that way with anyone before. When we kissed, it felt like my heart was going to explode because I was so excited and being with you felt so good. But not just good, that's not the right word. It felt right.

"The next morning, I loved waking up with you in my arms, but I was also scared. Scared that you were going to regret everything that happened. Scared that you would reject me. Scared that you would think that I took advantage of you. But then, you proved me wrong. I mean, I'll never forget the way you smiled at me when you woke up; it was absolutely beautiful. And spending the day with you and Emmett was amazing. I don't even know if you noticed it, but every time your arm brushed against mine or you patted me on the shoulder to ask me a question, I got butterflies in my stomach. Then, that night at the Halloween party, you were so fucking sexy, letting me sneak you into hidden corners of the party to steal kisses from you."

I take a deep breath before continuing because it's time for me to explain what happened at the party. "When you asked me if I needed anything to drink, I spotted James." He turns his head even farther away from me, and I know that it hurts, but he needs to know the truth. Even if it makes me look weak. So, as much as I hate to talk about it, I explain what had happened with James earlier in the year. Edward still doesn't respond, but I can tell that he's listening from the way his head cocks in my direction.

"I didn't know he would be at the party that night, and when I saw him walking toward me, I wanted to deal with him before he made a scene. I mean, people know that I'm gay, Edward, but I knew that this was all new to you, and I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. So I asked you to get me a drink. I waited until you were out of sight and headed toward James, who asked me if we could talk." How could I have been so naive?

"He led me over to the side of the frat house and started asking me why I didn't want him, if it was because I thought I was too good for him." I let out a heavy sigh before continuing. "He was drunk, and I could sense that he was starting to get irrational. He said that he was going to show me what I was missing, and before I could push him away, he grabbed me and kissed me. I swear, Edward, I didn't kiss him back." My voice is almost shaking as if I'm begging him to believe me. "I was shocked at first, so I didn't do anything, but as soon as my brain function kicked back in, I threw him off of me." I train my gaze on Edward before I continue. "I told him to stay the hell away from me and that I was seeing someone else."

His eyes flicker up to me with this admission, wide with surprise. It's the first time today that he's looked at me without hurt visible on his face. But he quickly shifts his eyes back down and it's obvious that he's torn as to whether to trust me or not.

I want him to trust me, so fucking badly.

I continue. "Wishful thinking, I guess? I left him there without looking back and searched all over the party for you. When I couldn't find you, I started to panic but finally found Emmett, who told me that you had left. I ran straight back to the dorms and found you asleep in Emmett's bed. All I wanted to do was wake you up and hold you, but I couldn't understand why you would leave without finding me first. I was so pissed at myself. I didn't know if you started to regret everything that happened between the two of us or if you really felt sick and I wasn't there to help you. I figured I should let you get some rest, though, and we could figure it out in the morning. But when I woke up, you were gone. I found the note that you had left for Emmett and just broke down. And broke a few items in the dorm room as well." Yeah, my poor alarm clock paid the price for that.

"But, Edward, I've been a mess ever since you left. I think about you all the time. I've been moody and antisocial; I think Emmett's ready to kill me."

His breathing speeds up, but I still don't know if I'm getting through to him because he hasn't spoken a word to me yet. My eyes start to tear up, and I plead, "Edward, look at me."

Finally, he looks up, and I tell him, "I didn't get in touch with you because I thought that you probably hated me for making you think you might be gay. When Emmett invited me down here for Thanksgiving, I didn't think I was going to be able to handle it. But I had to know. I had to know if what I felt was real, so I accepted his offer. Fuck, and we're here for five minutes when Emmett tells me he caught you in bed with some girl. I had to excuse myself to the restroom because I felt physically ill. When you came into the room, you looked so beautiful, and it was like I could breathe again now that I saw you, as if a heavy weight was lifted off of my chest. But you completely ignored me, barely looking at me, and I could see the anger in your eyes. I was sure that it was my fault, just turns out it's not exactly for the same reason I thought. Can you forgive me, Edward? For being such an idiot that I let you go without a fight?"

I reach my other hand up to cradle his cheek, and my heart soars as he leans into my touch. His tongue peeks out, and I can't help but break our gaze to watch it run back and forth over that pouty lower lip. When I look back into his eyes, he reaches his hand toward me. I hold my breath, unsure if he's going to touch me or push me away. His fingertips touch the edge of my collar and then trace up the back of my neck to fist in my hair. As my right hand runs down his bicep, I whisper, "Please, Edward," imploring him to still want me. With one last look in my eyes, he pulls my face to his and presses his lips against mine.

I groan loudly, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I can feel all of the emotions that he can't verbalize in that kiss, and in turn, I kiss him with everything that I have. I wrap my arms around his body and pull him into me as close as possible while our mouths open to taste each other again and again. He tastes so fucking good, and I kiss him until he's panting breathlessly. Even then, I refuse to let my lips leave his body, moving my mouth along his jaw. I kiss and nip along the taut skin, getting lost in his scent while moaning apologies into his neck.

He whispers my name, but I freeze when he follows with, "Wait."

My face falls.

Oh, God, no.

Maybe it's not enough. Maybe I hurt him too much for him to reconsider. Maybe I'm just too fucking late.

"No!" he states, quickly following with, "I just got a text. It's probably from Alice. She's supposed to drive my car home for me."

I pull back slightly to give him access his phone, but refuse to let go of him completely. He leans into me as he pulls it out of his pocket, and fuck, it feels so good to hold him in my arms again. After looking at his message, he turns his face toward me and asks, "Jasper? Have you been drinking?"

I place a kiss on his forehead before explaining that I stopped a while ago because it was making me feel like crap. "Can you drive my car back to the house?" he asks, looking up at me from beneath his lashes, sounding almost unsure of how I'll respond.

As if I could deny him anything.

I send a quick text to Emmett, explaining that I'm going back to the house with Edward. I'm sure that he's confused as fuck after our interaction this afternoon, but frankly, right now, I don't give a shit. We avoid all the partygoers as we sneak to his Volvo, and I don't let go of his hand for a second while we're driving. In the car, I ask him about Alice, and he explains how she was there to give him moral support for my visit. This entire situation has been a giant clusterfuck, and we haven't even discussed the guy I saw him kissing. Yet.

Once we get inside the house, Edward pulls me upstairs into his bedroom. He closes the door behind me, and I use my body to press him up against it while I plunge my tongue between his lips, sweeping his mouth. I never want to stop kissing him, but before I get too carried away, we need to talk about what I saw earlier. I'm not really that jealous anymore because I know that Edward wants to be with me, but I want to know what happened. And maybe find out who that little punk was.

Reluctantly, I pull my lips off his and ask, "Edward?" I can't keep from nibbling nervously on my bottom lip before continuing. "Can I ask you a question?"

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he assures me, "Of course, Jasper. What is it?"

I don't want to ruin the mood, but it's more important for us to be open with each other after everything that's gone on, so I continue, "Why were you kissing that guy tonight?" He looks away, almost guiltily, and I qualify my question. "I mean, I'm actually a little grateful because it helped me realize that I might still have a chance with you, but it hurt like hell to see it." Cupping his cheek in my hand, I gently brush my thumb along his jaw, trying to show him with my actions what he means to me and that his answer won't change anything.

He explains, "Honestly, I don't know. When he leaned in toward me, I figured that I should at least try to kiss another guy since I couldn't have you. But it felt completely wrong because it wasn't you, and you were all that I wanted."

I don't need to hear anymore. That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard, and a wave of adoration for this boy flows through my body. My face breaks out in a grin, and I'm done thinking. I just need to feel. I pull him toward the bed, and with a smirk, he pushes me down, and then climbs on top of me.

I can't get enough of him, moaning, "Fuck, Edward, come here," and pull him down until his chest is pressed against mine. I take his lower lip between my teeth, sucking on it greedily as my hands run up and down his back before grabbing his ass and rubbing his erection against mine.

He groans. "I need to see you, Jasper." I waste no time reaching between us to unbutton his shirt while he fumbles with pulling his tie over his head. He grumbles "Fucking Alice," but before I can ask him what that means he grasps my shirt and pulls the snaps open in one swift motion, exposing my chest to him. He rolls off of me onto his side, and when I reach down to unbutton his pants, I can't help but palm his cock, just to hear him moan again.

I stand up to make it a little easier to undress and manage to get us down to our underwear in seconds, only taking a moment to admire his flawless body before starting to climb back on the bed with him. All I want is to feel his bare skin pressed against mine, but before I get to him, he stops me with one word. Again.

"Wait."

I can't imagine what the hell he wants me to wait for and think I might die if I don't touch him right fucking now. I freeze in anticipation of what he's going to say.

"Everything," he whispers, shocking the hell out of me.

Holy shit.

He wants to be completely naked. With me.

I start blushing furiously as I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pull them down. Standing up, I move toward him, crawling onto the bed. My skin grazes his, causing a shiver to run down his body. I lean over him and lightly trail my tongue along his abs, loving the feel of his muscles quivering under my touch. As I nip and kiss at his skin, he buries his fingers in my hair and sits up to plant a loving kiss on top of my head. Shifting further down his body, I tongue the edge of his briefs while looking up at him through my lashes. I quirk an eyebrow at him in silent question while bringing my fingers to the waistband of his underwear. His eyes are almost black with lust, and he nods his approval. I slowly drag his briefs over his dick, which springs out, thumping lightly against his stomach, long and hard and as perfect as the rest of his body.

I toss his underwear somewhere behind me and climb back onto the bed to lie beside my beautiful boy. His body is practically vibrating with desire, as if he might explode the second I touch him. I press my mouth to his, and he throws his leg across my naked hip before I drag the back of my hand down his chest. My fingers touch soft curls before I reach the base of his thick cock, and I wrap my hand around him, pumping up and down a few times, slowly. I let my thumb slide across his slit, where pre-cum has already started leaking, and rub the slickness back and forth across his sensitive frenulum. His hips buck into my hand as he pants, hot and damp, against my neck.

"So good, Jasper," he moans as his eyes roll back and his jaw falls open. "S-s-so good."

His moans grow louder as I continue to stroke his dick, and it turns me on so fucking much that he's lost in pleasure that I'm giving him. But I want to give him more.

I want his cock in my mouth.

I push him onto his back and kiss my way down his body while I keep stroking him. As the tip of his dick hits my chin, I look up at him to make sure he's okay. He's panting as he stares down at me, his eyes clouded with lust.

Moving lower, I nuzzle my nose against his tightly trimmed curls, taking a deep breath of his musky scent, then give his cock a long lick from base to tip, swirling my tongue around his head. He shudders and moans my name as the muscles in his stomach and thighs tense. I flick my tongue back and forth across his sensitive slit, and his moans turn into begging cries of, "Please, Jasper, please!"

Finally, I give him what he wants. I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and bob up and down, letting my spit dribble, messy and wet, down his shaft.

He fists his hands into the blankets, and his hips start rising to meet my mouth. Fuck, he's fucking my mouth, and it's so goddamn hot. I move my hands to his hips, and he groans as I encourage his thrusts. Looking up at him, he's forcing his eyes to stay open and watch me. When his body starts to tremble I know that he's right on the edge, so I plunge down and take his cock all the way into my throat, swallowing around him.

"Fuck, Jasper!" he calls out, gripping his blanket for dear life as he cums in hot spurts. "Oh fuck, yes, fuck!" he chants while his dick continues to pulse, and I swallow down everything he gives me.

When he's finished, I remove my mouth from his dick with a pop, and climb back up the bed next to him. He turns his head toward me and gives me a lazy smile that's even more beautiful in the light of his post-orgasmic glow.

"Fuck," he sighs, "that was amazing."

I smile, a little smugly, and ask, "Yeah?" He nods and hides his face in my neck, and I can almost feel the heat from his blush on my skin.

He snuggles in closer to me, accidentally brushing against my still rock-hard dick and looks up, realizing that I haven't had any relief yet.

"Can I touch you, Jasper?" he asks, biting his lip shyly.

I'm dying to feel his hands on me, but I don't want him to feel like he has to, and tell him so. He pulls my chin up to look in my eyes and says, "I want to, Jasper."

And I am more than fucking ready for this.

I lie back on his bed and watch him tentatively coat his hand in saliva before reaching down. When his hot hand wraps around my cock my hips reflexively buck into him. I shiver as he runs his thumb across my slit, gathering the leaking pre-cum. His slick hand feels so fucking good pumping my shaft and I know that it's not going to take long for me to cum, especially when he reaches down to massage my balls with his other hand. It's been too fucking long, and it's Edward touching me. My body is already tingling, and I'm begging him not to stop as I thrust my hips erratically, fucking his fist.

When I'm right on the edge, I fist my hands in his hair, pulling his lips to mine, and pant, "Close."

His breath is warm against my lips and I can't hold back any longer.

My orgasm tears through my body, coating his hand and my stomach in cum while I groan out his name. Edward continues stroking me as my body shudders again and again. Finally, when I stop twitching, he rests his hand on my stomach and we lie there for a few moments, just enjoying being tangled together before Edward gets up for a washcloth to clean us up.

Once our bodies are free of my sticky cum, I stand up to pull on my underwear while Edward does the same. I'm not sure what he wants me to do now, if he wants me to stay with him or if he needs some space. I know which option I prefer, but don't want to push him, so instead, I stand by the bed as he crawls in, waiting for some direction. When he pulls back the covers and smirks at me in a silent invitation, I dive in next to him and scoop him into my arms.

I still want to reassure him because even though I've told him how I feel, I never want to hear his voice sound unsure about me again. I whisper against his skin. "We're going to make this work, Edward. Luckily, you don't live too far away from school, and I really fucking hope you decide to apply there." I hope he understands that I'm not bullshitting him. I've never felt anything like this before, and he feels so fucking good in my arms.

He looks back up at me with a playful look in his eye and says, "I'm not sure if I'm sold on UDub yet, Jasper. I may check out a few schools in Texas because apparently, I've got a thing for cowboys."

I pull out my deepest Texas drawl and say, "Shit, darlin'. Don't you worry. I'll be all the cowboy you need. And I've got the hat and boots to prove it." Which I'll be more than happy to wear when he comes to visit. And only them, if he wants.

As long as we can get rid of Emmett, that is.

He snuggles further into my body, and I can feel the smile on his face as we fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up to Edward burrowing into my neck, his warm skin and morning wood pressing against me. I squeeze him tightly as I wish him a good morning, and pull his chin up so I can look into his sleepy green eyes while I ask, one last time, if he's okay with everything.

He tells me that there's something he's worried about, and I tense before asking what I can do help.

Then I see the mischief in his face as he says, "You can be the one to explain this to Emmett."

And I laugh because I have no idea how Emmett's going to react, but whatever happens will be worth it. I nuzzle my nose into his chaotic hair and whisper into his ear. "Edward, you are definitely worth the ass-kickin' I'm about the get. Now, let's get this over with so I can drag you back in here and kiss you senseless."

We get dressed, and I follow Edward down the hall to Emmett's room, openly staring at his ass. I grab his hand as we walk in, and Emmett looks confused as fuck when we wake him up. He asks if Edward is okay, and I can't contain the smile that crosses my face. Edward looks over at me, and I wrap my arms around his waist as he says, "Fuck, yes, Emmett, I'm definitely okay now."

I laugh when Emmett responds, "Oh my God, no wonder you guys were both acting like a couple of emo bitches. I should've known. It's too early for this shit, so I'm going back to sleep now. Edward, we're talking when I get up. And Jasper, I'll kick your ass later." Then he closes his eyes and rolls back over.

And with that, I pull Edward back down the hall. It's time for us to get back to the kissing.

A/N: So, I'm not hitting the complete button yet. I have a few future-takes in mind that I plan on writing, but they won't be updated as regularly as these chapters have been. One of them will show Emmett's reaction to all of this. Maybe J following through on his hat and boots thought? Let me know if there's anything special you'd like to see!