Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my pick up and ole girl is on her last leg. SM owns these hotties but I drive 'em where I want.

WARNING: This is a SLASH story which includes dudes kissin/lickin/humpin other dudes! If you didn't know that Saved By the Bell: The New Class wasn't the original, go find a cute little cannon fic with a T rating and take the haters with ya!

A/N: Sorry this shortie took so long, but seriously y'all would have disowned me if I didn't give my fuckawesome beta, arianawhitlock a chance to perform some reconstructive surgery. Really. But don't tell her I fucked with her ass lift when she was done. Just go read/review her stories, they are brilliant! A word to the wise tho… start with Trusting Love. That's all I'm sayin.

Hands and Feet

JPOV

I couldn't help but give a small chuckle at Edward's enthusiasm as he jumps into bed with me, wearin' a wide spread grin. He joins me in my laughter for a moment but soon our chuckles die down and we just lay facin' each other. My breathing falters as he slowly raises his hand to my face, lightly tracing his fingertips over my scare. I close my eyes as my mind races to not so pleasant thoughts.

"Did it hurt?" he whispers.

"A lot." I sigh leaning my cheek into his hand.

"You don't have to talk about it."

"I'd rather talk about what your 'dream' meant for us" I smile when he blushes. "I'm sorry I basically raped your dick with my mouth last night. It's just you were talking in your sleep and—" I bite my lower lip when he groans and hides his face in my chest.

"I was afraid of that." he mutters. "I have always talked in my sleep and was worried that I'd said something embarrassing when I remembered my 'dream' this morning."

Then in a pained murmur, so soft, I needed to lean in closer, I can barely hear, "Last night was…" he cuts off.

"Yeah, I'd like to see where this could go." I smile shyly, "If you want to, but you just ended something and I don't want to push too far too fast."

"Okay, so let's take it slow." he agrees. Then, blushing, he asks, "Is this too fast for slow?" he whispers leaning up to kiss the scar by my ear and then across my face to the one under my eye. I move to kiss his lips and he surprises me by reaching to grip my short hair. With a mumbled "Mmm, Jasper," he quickly takes over, plunging his tongue into my mouth.

We're a heap of tangled limbs when he rolls on top of me. His hands are everywhere at once. "Touch me Jasper." He whispers, lickin' my earlobe. Shit, him tellin' me what to do is so fuckin' sexy.

I slide my hands under his shirt and he shudders at the feel of my blunt nails raking up his back, taking his shirt with me. He impatiently yanks mine off and starts to lick my naked skin, suddenly he lightly bites down on my nipple and I shout, "Christ!"

When I lick across his neck, to his Adam's apple, I nip at it gently causin' Edward to shift positions, forcing our growing cocks to collide. I can't help the moan that escapes me when he begins to rock his hips against mine, feelin' him hardening against me. "Fuck, Edward! Don't stop!" I pant, clutching his ass to grind him harder against me. Fuck me, I thought last night was hot, him bein' lucid is so much better! With a growl, he claims my mouth once again and begins writhing even faster and harder against me.

Edward stroking his cock against mine, with only a couple layers of thin cotton between us is the hottest experience of my life. But then he grunts, "Take off your pants." Oh, God. We both frantically work to remove the rest of our clothes, panting and lickin' and kissing the entire time.

I'm finally able to slide his all the way off with my feet and he settles himself between my legs, sliding his hard dick against mine. "Damnit, Edward, you feel so fuckin' good." I groan.

When I begin to lick and suck the sweat gathered on his shoulder, he whimpers, "God, Jas… so close." I'm matching every one of his increasingly frantic thrusts and when he whispers, "Cum for me, Jasper," I begin to shudder beneath him.

"Edward!" I gasp, clamping my teeth down on his shoulder, causing him to cum, his cock pulsing against mine in long, thick streams across our chests.

We are both laying there breathless, placing random kisses on each other until Edward leans down to lick a small trail of my cum next to my nipple. Fuck, he's gonna get me hard again. But then whispers "Shower with me?"

When he lifts himself up, he takes my hand and he pulls me out of bed, leading me into the bathroom. After starting the water, I pull him into the hot water. We share a quiet, intimate shower, washin' ourselves off of each other and kissin' occasionally on whatever part is close, too soon when the water begins to chill and we get out to dry one another off.

Gettin' dressed, he looks over to me nervously, "Keep me warm tonight?"

"Of course, babe." I smile.

Getting' into bed, he rolls over to face me. "God, we've been stupid." he says with a sad chuckle. "We could have been together a long time ago."

"Not really, you'd of had to stay in the closet with me. Even then, I wouldn't have wanted to put you through so many long deployments."

"You're wrong, Jasper." he implores, "We'd never have needed to hide at home and with our family and friends. But that was then. No more hiding." Reaching for my hand, he smiles sadly, "And you're wrong about the deployments. You're worth waiting for. Think of it this way, I've waited years on something I thought I'd never even have a chance at."

"Really?" I smile as I bite my lower lip. We've waited for each other?

"Really." He smiles pressing his lips to my neck and pulling me into him. "Sweet dreams beautiful."

Wakin' up to Edward's morin' breath in my face probably made me the happiest son of a bitch on the planet. And needin' to get up to piss made me the crankiest because it means I need to unwrap myself from his warmth. When I come back, Edward has taken hold of my pillow, clutchin' it tightly to his chest and burring his face in it.

Sliding back into bed, I remove the pillow whispering, "Edward, hon', wake up," as I run my fingers through his hair.

He groans, rollin' over and pulling me tightly to him. "Five more minutes," he mumbles into my chest. Or forever. I think pulling him to me chuckling as I continue to play with his hair. When I lean down to kiss his forehead, I can feel his smile.

"What time is it?"

"We were up kinda late last night. It's just after ten." I reply. "C'mon, let's figure out brunch." After getting' dressed, we did just that.

Edward managed to make pancakes again but this time he diced a can of peaches to go in them. Instead of continuing the movie marathon after breakfast, we go in search of what else there may be in that could keep us entertained. "Jasper, why don't you check the utility room while I dig through the hall closet?"

I smile to myself remembering a box I thought I saw the other day. After a few minutes of diggin', I walk back into the den, with it behind my back.

"Jasper, I found a deck of cards. Did you have any better luck?" Edward calls.

"You could say that." I call back and give an evil grin when he walks up to me confused.

"What?" he asks warily.

"Twister." I smile showing him the box and become instantly hard when he groans. Fuck yeah.

We quickly pull the mat and spinner out of the box and lay it down on the floor. On our sixth spin, he calls, "Left foot, Blue." I manage to make it but Edward has to reach his leg across mine and falls right on top of me. "You win." He says, breathless from the fall, and leans down to kiss me.

We roll around on the twister mat, making out like kids for a while until I break away from his mouth to pant, "Couch." When he jumps up, he offers me his hand to pull me from the floor and begins backin' up to the couch, bringing me with him and somehow managin' to keep his lips locked to mine. When his legs press against the couch, he stops to stretch out against the back of the couch and pulls me down next to him.

Our kisses become more frantic and desperate when we pull off each others' shirts. Scrapin' his teeth down my neck, he moans "Damn, I want to feel you. Let me touch you, Jas."

I whimper, "What happened to goin' slow?"

"I'm not going to fuck you yet." he growls, shovin' my zipper down. "Just jack you off." he purrs, wrapping his hand around my stiff cock.

"Oh, fuck!" I moan as he slowly starts pumping his hand around me.

When he brings his lips back to mine, I reach down to free his straining member. With a growl, he thrust into my hand. "God, Jas!" I match the pace of my hand with his, gatherin' the precum from his weeping slit with my thumb and giving a small twist at the head at every other thrust.

I'm so damn close but I suddenly hear a high pitched scream. "Oh, God! My eyes!" Emmett. Fuck! We both freeze, still wrapped around each other.

Just as I begin to panic, Edward drops his head into the crook of my neck and whispers, "Shh, babe, it'll be ok." He clears his throat, "Um, guys, a moment please?"

"Don't you two go anywhere," Alice chirps, "I think we have a few things to discuss."

Here we go.

Rec: for all you slash lovers out there that might like something a little different, cbaty has a new one called Highland Dreams that is unlike anything I've ever come across… and has Edward in a KILT! Mmmm

Rec 2: for something COMPLETELY different, if you like True Blood/SVM novels, ericizmine has several fics right now that completely own me… (no, they aren't slash, and for that series, they're cannon). I just love 'em!