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NOW FOR SOME SEXY MEN!

The last seven days have been...unbelievably wonderful. Jasper and I have spent as much time together as possible. We were really trying to put the physical stuff on the back burner for now and just become friends. Of course, I couldn't help sneaking in a kiss or two here and there, and Jasper loved to hold hands...cuddle...and touch... but nothing like what happened that first night. We had made it a point to take things slow and, in my opinion, we were.

We mostly hung out at the park and my house. I hadn't been back to Jasper's place since the night we sorted things out. He never mentioned the woman on the couch, which I assumed must be his mother. In fact, he hardly talked about his parents at all. I knew his dad used to be a cop, but got injured on the job and hasn't worked since. His mom used to work at a craft store, but she quit when her husband got hurt so she could take care of him. That was all Jasper would say about his parents. When I'd ask something about them he'd either shrug, change the subject, or answer with a simple 'dunno.'

My parents, on the other hand, came up a lot in conversation. Jasper adored them and they almost immediately thought of him as family. He ate dinner with us on nights he didn't work and usually hung around late watching movies or bad TV. He'd always stay after everyone went to bed, so we could have some alone time before he had to leave. Keeping my hands off him was proving more and more difficult everyday. Today was probably going to be the most difficult day yet; my first day of work.

Orientation was yesterday and it basically consisted of sitting in the birthday party room of the theater, watching a training video for two and a half hours, on tiny chairs meant for 6 year olds. Torture was an understatement. And if that was torture, our first 8-hour shift together should prove to be very interesting. So, I came up with a plan.

I pulled in front of Jaspers house to find him waiting for me on the porch. He quickly jogged to the car and hopped into the passengers seat. He immediately placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. This was the only physical contact we could have until we made it out of his neighborhood.

"Hey, you ready for today?" He asked, as I sped down the street.

"I think so. I'm a little nervous." I took one of my hands off the steering wheel and placed it on top of his.

"Don't be. It's an easy job and everyone's pretty nice. If someone gives you trouble just tell me and I'll handle them." He glanced around quickly before leaning towards me and pecking my cheek, then whispering in my ear, "No one messes with my man."

Fuck.

I pulled into the first parking lot I saw, which ironically, was a church, then drove behind the building and parked. "What are we doing?" he asked in amusement. Unbuckling my seat belt, I turned towards him, bringing my hands to his face.

"This." I responded before hungrily attacking his lips. Jasper moaned and grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer. His tongue darted out at the same time mine did and we began a slow, sensual dance. One of my hands traveled to his soft hair, pulling it gently. He tilted his head, granting me access to that beautiful neck. At first I placed feather light kisses right under his jaw, but Jasper was having none of that.

"Edward, stop teasing..." he groaned in frustration. I chuckled into his neck, before gently nibbling his ear lobe. Moving my lips just behind his ear, I licked the spot I knew would drive him crazy. The hand that was on the back of my head, gripped my hair tightly, urging me to continue. I parted my lips and sucked on the skin, then softly nipped the sensitive spot. Jasper moaned and pulled my hair almost painfully. I loved the fact that I could do this to him. I pulled back, searching for his lips again, but stopped when something caught my eye. I saw what were clearly four small bruises along his neck. At first I thought I had done it, but we had been really careful about not marking each other. We didn't want any questions from our friends or family.

"Jazz, what happened to your neck?" He quickly pulled away, covering the dark purple spots with his hand. His initial reaction was, what looked to me like fear. He recovered and started laughing nervously.

"Oh, that? I don't really know. I've always got bruises on me. I'm kind of a klutz." He leaned in to kiss me again, but I wasn't convinced. I gripped his chin lightly between my fingers, tilting his head in the opposite direction so I could inspect the other side of his neck. There was another bruise, slightly bigger, but the same shade of dark purple as the others.

"It looks like it hurt. Whatever it was." My finger slowly traced the shape of the bruise. Jasper tugged my hand away from his neck and gave me a half smile.

"I'm fine. I promise." I was about to protest again, but Jasper silenced me with his lips. We kissed slowly for a few more minutes, before he pulled away. "I don't know how I'm going to make it through eight hours without touching you." His statement echoed my thoughts from earlier, which reminded me of my plan.

"Oh, that reminds me!" I said excitedly. I took his hands in mine and blushed a little at what I was about to ask. Hopefully, he wouldn't take it the wrong way. "I was thinking… since we have to work late tonight and you have to be there again early in the morning… maybe, um… do you want to stay the night? With me?"

"What would that entail?" he asked cautiously.

"Nothing you don't want it to." I answered in a serious tone. "I'm not ready for us to... you know," he nodded bashfully, "but I am ready to spend more time with you. To fall asleep in your arms and wake up to your beautiful face." He rubbed the backs of my hands with his thumbs.

"That sounds nice." His eyes shifted to my lips so I leaned forward, kissing him tenderly.

"So, you'll stay?" I asked, my lips never fully leaving his.

"Of course." he replied, kissing me one last time before pulling away. "We have to get to work though. You don't wanna be late your first day, do you?"

A few minutes later we pulled up in front of the theater. After clocking in and putting on our hats and very manly aprons, we made our way to the concession stand. There was hardly anyone in the theater. I guess Tuesday nights are pretty slow. Since Jasper was a supervisor, it was his job to show me around. He started pointing out different things to me, explaining what they were and how to use them. Popcorn merchandiser, ice cream freezer, espresso machine, nacho warmer, pizza oven, hamburger grill, deep fryers, pretzel oven, Icee machine, and last but certainly not least, the candy display. Instructions on how to use/make/cook everything were posted all over the walls on laminated cards.

"Jazz man!" A voice called from behind us. We turned around to see a guy about our age, but much taller and very muscular, approaching us, arms open wide. He collected Jasper in a bone-crushing hug, lifting his feet right off the floor. "Where ya been buddy? I haven't seen you in over a week." The big guy set him down and stepped back. Jasper just laughed and shook his head before turning to me.

"Edward this is Felix, he's a good friend of mine. He's worked here for about a year, so if you need something when I'm not here just ask him." Felix stuck out his hand and shook mine firmly.

"Nice to meet you Eddie boy. Welcome to Hell!" He let go of my hand, gesturing to our surroundings.

"Come on Felix, it's not that bad." Jasper protested.

"The only thing that makes this job worth while are all the awesome parties we throw. Speaking of which..." he turned back to Jasper, "where the fuck were you on Friday? Maria was looking for you all night. She was totally gonna blow-"

"Felix, I told you. I'm not into Maria like that... she's great, but there's nothing there." Felix rolled his eyes and turned back to me.

"This kid could get more pussy than all the guys in the stand combined. Seriously man, Jazz is a prude." He put his arm around my shoulder, "Either that or he's gay." Felix teased, before he started leading me away. "Come on Eddie boy, you can run for me, while Jazz does his supervisor shit." I glanced at back at Jasper, he gave me a small wave and mouthed the words 'good luck' as he grabbed a clipboard and started counting candy.

'Running' for Felix basically consisted of filling the orders that he took from customers. All in all it was pretty easy. Felix was a really cool guy. He was completely obsessed with girls, but I guess most 17-year-old boys are. Pretty soon, the night was coming to an end. As Felix and I were helping the last few customers in line, I heard a high-pitched voice yell from across the lobby.

"JAZZY!" I looked up to see a girl skipping over to the stand. She had long blond hair, blue eyes and what most guys would considered a 'great rack.' Jasper was on the outside of the stand, refilling straws and napkins. When the girl finally reached him, she jumped up and threw her arms around his neck. He patted her back, but mostly just looked annoyed. She finally let go of his neck, but never took her hands off of him.

"Hey Maria," Jasper said uneasily.

"Jazzy, you didn't come to my party!" she whined, jutting out her bottom lip in an attempt to look cute. I thought she just looked pathetic. "You promised you were coming!"

"Yeah, sorry about that... Something uh, came up." he responded with a smile and a glance in my direction. I smiled back, remembering Friday night... in my basement... cuddling... kissing...

"And who might this be?" Maria's annoying voice interrupted my thoughts. She walked towards me and stuck out her hand, which I shook politely.

"Edward." I answered simply. Recognition dawned on her face and her smile grew wider.

"So you're Edward." She looked me up and down, making me feel very uncomfortable. "Bree was right." She concluded with a wink. "So Edward, think you and Jazzy can come to my party next Friday? I promise it'll be worth your time." I looked over her shoulder at Jasper; he shook his head frantically, mouthing 'no' over and over.

"Sorry... Maria is it? Jasper and I already have plans that night. Maybe next time." Looking from me to Jasper, who simply shrugged his shoulders, Maria huffed before stomping away. Felix, who had watched the whole exchange in silence, spoke up for the first time.

"I'll be there, Maria!"

"I don't give a flying fuck!" She yelled over her shoulder. Felix just laughed, unfazed by her words.

"She's firkin' hot isn't she, Eddie?" he asked as Jasper re-entered the stand.

"I guess. She's a bitch though." Felix shook his head and turned to Jasper.

"Where'd ya find this kid, Jazz? He's a hoot." Felix asked, walking behind the stand and disappearing into the kitchen, leaving Jasper and I alone. He waved me over to where he was standing, once I got to him, he pulled me into the corner behind the pretzel oven. I gave him a questioning look.

"It's the only place in the stand the cameras don't see." he explained, before wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his head on my shoulder. "Thanks for getting Maria to leave." I chuckled softly, bringing my lips to his ear.

"No one messes with my man."

It took a little under an hour to close the stand and when we finally got home it was almost midnight. Of course, my parents were still awake, wanting to hear all about my first day of work. When my mom found out Jasper was staying over, she insisted on reheating some leftovers for him. It didn't take much to convince Jasper; he loved her cooking. So while he ate, I went to take a shower and get ready for bed. After my shower I went to my room where my dad was setting up the air mattress.

"What are you doing dad?" I asked as I grabbed some boxers and t-shirts out of my dresser.

"I'm blowing this up so your friend doesn't have to sleep on the floor... duh," he added, trying to be funny.

"You didn't have to do that."

"What, were you going to sleep in the same bed? I doubt either of you would be comfortable with that." He responded in that all-knowing father voice.

"I meant I could have set it up."

"It's not a problem, son. I know you both had a long day at work." He finished with the mattress and walked up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I'm really proud of you, Edward. You're making the best of a bad situation. I know you weren't happy about moving here, but you've already made a great new friend and now you have a job where you'll make even more friends. Maybe you'll even meet a girl." He said with a wink as he made to leave the room. "I'll let Jasper know the shower's free." He said over his shoulder.

Once I was dressed, I went back to the bathroom to set out some towels, a new toothbrush (my mom always had extras), a pair of my boxers and one of my t-shirts, then went back to my room to wait for him. Sitting on the end of my bed, I went over my plan again. I had an idea of how I wanted things to go tonight. Of course, I wanted to take it slow, but we'd been making out everyday for over a week now. I think we were both in need of a satisfying release.

"Hey." I looked up to see him stepping quietly into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He looked at the air mattress, then back to me, raising an eyebrow. "Is that for me?"

"My dad didn't think we'd be comfortable sleeping in the same bed," I explained with a smirk on my face. He walked over to the mattress, plopped down in the middle and stretched out.

"It's comfy," he said with a yawn. "Goodnight, Edward." Deciding to play along, I laid down on my bed, reaching over to turn the light on my nightstand off.

"Goodnight, Jasper." I replied. I rolled on my side, facing away from where he was, waiting for him to join me. After only a minute or so, I couldn't take it any more. "Jasper..." I whined.

"Yes, Edward?" He asked calmly.

"Please..." I begged shamelessly.

"Please what, Edward?" he pushed, wanting me to say it out loud. He asked for it...

"Please come to bed with me," I brought my voice down to a whisper for the next part, "so I can do wicked, wicked things to you." He was quiet for a moment, obviously shocked by my statement.

"Edward," he spoke, a smile apparent in his voice, "I don't think your dad would be comfortable with that."

"Jasper, get your ass in this bed." I commanded. He merely laughed, getting up from the mattress and finally joining me. I immediately put my arms around him, pulling him close to me.

"This is nice." he sighed, burying his head in my chest. I kissed his damp hair and started running my fingertips up and down his spine.

"Jazz?"

"Mhmm?"

"Can we try something? Something we haven't done before?" He sat up a little, meeting my gaze.

"Like what?" he asked curiously. I blushed; hopefully it was too dark for him to notice.

"Can I... touch you?" He didn't answer at first; instead he leaned in and kissed me. He gently sucked my bottom lip in between his, making my cock stir. My tongue swiped across his upper lip, asking for permission to enter, which he granted. Our tongues mingled together as my hands made their way to the hem of his shirt, slowly pushing it up his stomach. I made sure to graze my thumbs over his nipples as I pushed it over his chest. He lifted his arms and pulled away from my lips long enough to get his shirt completely off, before attacking them again.

Our kisses became more and more heated as time went on. Soon enough, his hands were working on getting my shirt off, and I happily raised my arms so he could quickly pull the shirt up and over my head. Once our shirts were out of the way, I knew what my next step would be. Sliding my hand down his chest, I whispered against his lips.

"Tell me to stop and I will." I assured him, his only response was taking my lip between his teeth and tugging on it gently. My hand continued its exploration, pausing momentarily when I reached the waistband of his boxers. I decided to stay above for now and let my hand skim over his hard bulge for the first time. He moaned into my mouth and lightly bucked his hips into my palm. Taking this as a sign to continue, I pushed him onto his back, then slid my fingers into his boxers, pulling them down.

Jasper raised his hips so I could get them all the way off. Before I could do anything else, he pushed me onto my back and pulled my boxers off as well. I rolled us back onto our sides and groaned when our cocks rubbed against each other. Reaching my hand under my pillow, I pulled out the small bottle of lube I kept there. Bella had given me that and a pack of condoms as a gag gift last year for my birthday. Little did she know how handy it had become. I quickly put some in the palm of my hand then snapped the lid shut, leaving the bottle between us. Jasper was too busy with my tongue to realize what I was doing. Hoping that he wouldn't freak out, I gently stroked his length from top to bottom with my slick hand.

"Oh fuck..." he whispered in a husky voice. I started a slow rhythm, squeezing lightly at the base, and then moving back up running my thumb over his tip. His hand searched for something between us and stopped when he found the bottle. I heard him open, the close it before he moved his hand down to my now throbbing erection. I fucking whimpered when he touched me for the first time. The feeling was unlike any other. So much better than my own hand, so much better than porn, and so much better than anything I'd ever done with any girl.

We stroked each other for a while, kissing every now and then, but mostly just panting into each others mouths. Our hands soon picked up speed and I felt that familiar tightening in my balls. I tightened my grip and pumped him even harder, he responded by doing the same to me.

"I'm really close." I whispered.

"Me too" He moaned and thrust his hips into my hand. "Edward... fuck... I'm cumming!" His grip on me tightened even more as his climax overtook him. Feeling his cum on my stomach, hearing him moan in ecstasy and, above all, knowing that I did this to him, sent me over the edge as well.

We continued to stroke each other through our powerful orgasms, letting go when we were able to finally catch our breath. I reached over to grab the towel I had left on the floor from my shower. I cleaned Jasper up first, making sure I got everything off of him, then used it on my self before tossing it into the hamper next to my dresser. Pulling the comforter at the foot of the bed up over us, I tucked Jaspers head under my chin and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"That was amazing." He mumbled against my chest, already half asleep. I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Yes, it was." He was fast asleep within minutes, never stirring through the night. As much as I tried to, I couldn't fall asleep. The excitement of what just happened, of what was to come and most importantly, what it meant, kept me up all night.

As sunlight poured through my windows early the next morning, I sat up slowly, staring at the beautiful man in my bed. I noticed again the small bruises on his neck and leaned in to inspect them closer. They had all turned a light shade of brown, except for the bigger one on the other side, it was still a dark purple. I felt uneasy about them and desperately wanted to know how he'd gotten them.

Then, just like that, it clicked. As dawn slowly rose over Louisville that morning, it finally dawned on me. I brought my hand up to his neck, being careful not to wake him, and wrapped my fingers around his throat. Sure enough, each one of my fingertips lined up perfectly, with each bruise.