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For Matthew, always one of my favourite boys. Miss you already, babe.

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"I'm glad you're staying," he said, "and I do still want to be friends. Anything else ..." he trailed off looking torn. The heavy feeling in my chest swelled at his expression and I squeezed his shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. "Well, anything else I'm not sure about ... yet," he finished, looking up at me and smiling a cautious smile.

Yet. Well, I'd take that.

"Are we still on for dinner?" he asked me, a wider hopeful smile crossing his face.

Hell, yes.

Chapter 10

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So you'd think it would have been easy. Just get out of the pool, go and get dressed and then meet up again to go and get dinner. No, I, of course, had to make a drama out of it.

A shower to get rid of the chlorine water? Check.

Deodorant stuff, one that I had picked out because I liked it not one Tanya had chosen for me? Check.

Jeans, my only clean pair? Check.

Shirt? Problem.

I stood in front of the closet staring at the meagre amount of things hanging in there and felt a moment of panic. What should I wear? I'd only brought a limited amount of stuff with me and it was all of the smart comfortable working variety. Not the I-want-to-try-and-impress-a-guy-and-make-him-want-me variety. Not that I actually owned anything like that anyway.

Shit.

What was I thinking? This was not a date, it didn't matter what I wore. I grabbed the first shirt and pulled it off the hanger. Grey and black check. That would do, right? But I didn't really like this shirt much. I pulled the only other clean shirt I had out of the closet too. Black and grey check. Fuck. Since when had I got so boring? Since when did I care? Stupid question.

I just couldn't choose between the two. I pulled one on then the other. Neither of them magically transformed me from ordinary Edward to amazing Edward, which I was kind of hoping to be able to do tonight. Where was the innate sense of fashion that gay men were supposed to have? It was obviously a hyped-up stereotype because I sure as hell didn't have it.

I heard voices out in the corridor and thought that one of them might be Pete. I could ask him which shirt to wear. He'd know, right? Because he'd been gay for a lot longer than I had.

Not thinking past my lack of fashion expertise, I clutched both shirts in my hand, flung the door open and hurried down the corridor to Pete's room. I was right; he was there. So I quickly knocked on the open door and then thrust the fistful of shirts towards him.

"I need some help. I don't know which one to wear!" I have to admit that he recovered from the shock quite quickly. I hadn't thought about it before I left my room but I was only wearing jeans and, although maximum clothing was pretty optional around here, I didn't make it a practice to wander around the place bare-chested myself, but this was an emergency!

"It's just a barbeque, Edward, wear what you like," he replied soothingly. Since when had I needed soothing? Oh yeah, since I started to panic over clothing. What the hell was happening to me?

"I'm um ... not going to the barbeque," I replied, realising in consternation that I was going to have to explain my actions in words to another person. "Um ... Jay asked me back to his place. For dinner," I hastily added as Pete's eyebrow rose. Damn, I could feel the flush of embarrassment as it rushed to my face. Pete bit back a grin as I watched him watch my flush spread down my chest too. Damn, why didn't I put a t-shirt on?

"Okay, well, I'm sure that either of those shirts will be fine," Pete said, gesturing to the crumpled grey and black in my fist and obviously enjoying my fashion freak out. "Just for hanging out together, kicking back and relaxing ... unless ..."

"Actually, I was hoping that, um ... well." The fucker - he was teasing me. He was going to make me say it.

"I was-hoping-to-make-a-good-impression, you know," I mumbled, trying not to cringe at Pete's wicked smirk. "I thought ..." I trailed off. Really, what had I been thinking? "Um ... never mind," I added, turning to make my escape before I humiliated myself any more.

"Wait!" Pete leapt across the room and grabbed the shirts I was holding, stopping me from leaving. "Don't go," he added, laughing. "I know just who you need to ask. Wait here." He darted out of the room and I heard him head down the stairs. Oh God, what had I got myself into?

A few minutes later, I heard him return this time bringing a dark haired man with him. Nearly my age, I guessed. He'd been on Jay's team during the water-dodge-ball thing. His name was Troy, I think or ...

"Edward, have you met Trey yet?" asked Pete. "He's our fashion expert - ask him anything."

Trey grinned at me. "You're not coming to the barbeque then? Got better plans?" he wiggled his eyebrows and grinned even harder at my returning blush.

"I just ... um ..." Oh, fuck it. "I'm going out tonight with this guy and I want to try and look good," I blurted, "and I don't know which of these two shirts I should wear."

Trey looked at the crumpled fabric in my fist with dawning horror.

"It's not a date," I reiterated, hoping that they would believe me, "but, I wouldn't mind if it was ... if you see what I mean."

Trey glanced at Pete, who nodded at him, then looked back at me. "Edward, drop those shirts on the floor and come with me." I looked at Pete too, and seeing him nod encouragingly at me, did as Trey asked. I could always come and pick them up later.

I followed Trey down the stairs to one of the rooms the models slept in and watched as he opened a closet and began rummaging through the clothes hanging there. They couldn't all be his could they? How long was he staying here? With a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled a shirt out and looked it critically up and down, then he shook his head and thrust it back in again. I had no idea what he was looking for exactly. A shirt was a shirt, wasn't it? But then he pulled another shirt from the closet and turned to me grinning. "This is the one," he said. "Put it on. Let's see how it fits." The shirt was long-sleeved in a sort of teal-blue colour and looked a bit small for me.

"Are you sure it will fit?" I asked, dubiously.

"Yeah, we're about the same size - it'll be fine," he told me. "Roll the sleeves up to there," he pointed to a place on my arm, "and leave the top and bottom buttons undone."

I frowned dubiously at him again. "Okay, if you say so."

He just grinned and pointed to a mirror on the wall once I had it on. "Take a look."

I looked. The shirt was a much slimmer fit than any I usually wore, but it was still really comfortable. I rolled the sleeves as instructed and looked critically at myself. I looked so different! Without the loose baggy shirts I normally wore, I looked taller and slimmer and the unbuttoned look was, well, somewhat sexy in a casual way. I met Trey's eyes in the mirror. "Wow!" was all I could think to say.

He grinned even more. "Just call me your fairy godmother. Now the hair."

"Hair?"

"Yeah, what do you usually do with it?"

"Um ... I just leave it. It does what it wants anyway."

He grimaced at my hair regime, turned and rummaged through a drawer by his bed. "Here," he threw a jar of hair product at me. "Just use a little of this and run it through your hair."

At my perplexed look, he laughed and came over and took the pot back from me. "Like this." He demonstrated on his own hair and I cautiously tried the same. To be honest, I couldn't see much difference but Trey seemed to think it was an improvement. "That looks great, now it looks deliberately messy instead of just messy."

... Okay.

Pete came back into the room just then and whistled when he saw me. Predictably, I blushed and he laughed. "I feel sorry for Jay! He doesn't stand a chance!"

"Jay?" asked Trey, "is that who ...?" Pete nodded and they both grinned.

"He's down stairs," added Pete. "You'd better go, don't want to keep your date waiting."

I blushed harder still, which just made them laugh even more.

"It's not a date," I said through gritted teeth. "It's just a meal, hanging out, friends."

They laughed harder still.

"Thanks," I muttered mutinously as I turned to stomp out of the room, but I hesitated at the door. I really did owe them one. "Really, thanks guys." And I left to grab my shoes and jacket and go to meet my non-date. I hoped he liked what he saw.

~GF~

Jay's jaw had dropped as I hurried down the stairs to meet him a few minutes later and I was sure I heard muffled laughing coming from the top floor of the house where two fairy godmothers were obviously watching. Jack asses.

"Edward, you look ... great," Jay said weakly, his eyes scanning repeatedly up and down my body. I swallowed hard at the heated look in them. It seemed Trey really did know what he was doing. I had an almost irresistible urge to say nonchalantly, 'Oh, this old thing?' but managed to bite it back in time. How corny, Edward.

He almost looked as if he wanted to take my hand as we left the house, but settled for a very unJay-like, awkward gesture instead. I really hoped that I hadn't pushed things too far. I wanted more with him, but I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

We decided to walk to his apartment. It would take about half an hour he said and we didn't want to sit in traffic in the back of a stuffy cab. I for one needed some space and air to get used to this non-date. I got the impression that he might feel the same. Somehow during the walk, we managed to loosen up, relax and talk, though we steered clear of anything too personal. Because then the conversation would get difficult again and neither of us wanted that. Yet.

When we got to his apartment, I was pleased to see that it was as interesting as he was. It was one of about twenty, which had been carved out of an old industrial unit. It was modern and homey, small enough to feel cosy, large enough that he didn't have to keep tripping over his stuff. I liked it.

He offered me a beer and then while I watched, threw together some kind of pasta dish that tasted delicious and seemed to appear from nowhere. I'd no idea how he did it, cooking was a mystery to me. We didn't stop talking the whole time he cooked and just carried on while we ate. Conversation just seemed to come easily and, although we still avoided the personal stuff, we began to edge a bit nearer to it.

"Edward, would you call me Jasper?" he asked soon after we arrived. "Away from work I mean, it would be nice to be able to leave all that behind and just be me, you know?" I grinned at him in response and wanted to kiss him again so badly. His eyes darkened for a moment and his gaze turned heated before he pulled himself back and picked up a non-personal topic to talk about.

Once we'd finished eating, we took our beers over to the couch still talking and laughing over a movie that it turned out we had both gone to see last week. As we sat on the small couch, his knee brushed against mine. The atmosphere changed immediately as I felt that brush of denim with every nerve in my body. And he did too. Every ounce of sexual tension that had ever been generated between us flared to life again and I sucked in a breath sharply and held myself carefully. I couldn't make a wrong move. I had to convince him to give us a try.

Logic was absent however. I ran my tongue over my suddenly dry lips and felt my heart pound when he mirrored the movement.

"Jasper ..." I breathed having no idea what else I was going to say. I could see him putting up barriers again and I lurched into speech again, trying to stop him. "Give us a chance, " I almost begged. "I'm here, I'm staying and I'm sure about who I am, about who I want."

"Edward, I wouldn't want to ..." he began.

"I'm sure, Jasper."

"... start something and then find that ..."

"I'm sure."

"... you regret it."

"Jasper, I'm sure."

"Or that you change your mind."

I leapt up from the couch and started pacing up and down in front of him; I'd never felt so frustrated. Perhaps I should just tell him that. "Damn it Jasper, I'm sure. Look," I rummaged through my mind trying to think of something that would persuade him. "I've never had sex that didn't leave me wondering what the fuss was about. Never felt a real connection to a person or a desire for a hug or a kiss or a ... a long hard fuck. I do now. I'm sure."

I could see him mentally searching through his list of other objections before picking one and throwing it at me. "Tell me how you came to be here, Edward. You came out here to film porn, didn't you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I was here for, well, for another job but it didn't work out," I squirmed, a bit uncomfortable with my thoughts of the porn industry at that time.

"What job was it?" It was an innocent question but I knew that the idiot who had messed with him before had been deliberately looking to hook up with a porn star and that this was an important point.

"Look, Jasper, I'm not proud of it, okay, but I needed the money. My girlfriend ..." I skidded to a halt at his quickly hidden stricken face.

"Go on," he said his face tight.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, wanting to grip and pull and shout. I had to make him understand. "Jasper, about Tanya, it wasn't ..."

He held up a hand, stopping me. "One thing at a time, Edward. Tell me how you came to be in Vegas." I sighed as he stood up and moved to the kitchen to get another couple of beers, putting physical distance between us.

"I needed the money," I continued. "College had been expensive and I'd only had a few jobs since then. Working freelance is, well, tough in this economy. Then ... Tanya and I had an argument, another one, and she threw me out. Took some of my stuff, my savings, everything." He looked outraged on my behalf and I took comfort from that. "So, I was pretty desperate and I heard about a job here in Vegas filming porn." His face hardened again.

"I didn't choose it. I'd rather have done anything else, quite frankly but I needed the money. And it wasn't here," I added, "not with Corbin. Just, I don't know exactly, some guy who makes porn. I was desperate so I bought a ticket and flew out here. But it was awful Jasper, it was so sleazy and I'm not even sure how old the girls were. I left. And that's when Corbin found me. Contemplating my miserable life at the airport." I tried a small smile at him but didn't tell him I'd had no way to get home. That was just too humiliating.

"I wasn't looking to hook up with someone famous or someone rich or someone to teach me stuff. It just ... happened. I ended up here by accident. Corbin didn't tell me what the work was, and after that other guy, I wouldn't have come if he had. But suddenly, here I was, five minutes in the house and being asked to film two guys having sex. Talk about in at the deep end." I tried to laugh, to show that it had been all in a day's work, but the shock was still pretty fresh in my mind.

"It's been a learning experience ever since," I finished unthinkingly.

Jasper's face hardened again and he chugged down half his beer in one go. I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and licked my suddenly dry lips. It wasn't the beer they were wanting. Suddenly he leapt up from his seat and strode, straight backed, angrily over to the window where he stood gazing at his reflection in the black glass. There was nothing else to see.

"Well, I'm glad you are getting an education while you are here," he ground out, gripping the bottle tightly, condensation running down his fingers.

Water. Fingers. Shower.

I felt myself start to harden from what I now knew was my usual 'I'm near him so I'm interested' not quite soft to definitely on the way to a noticeable semi. I sighed. Why did I keep noticing these things? My body was in overdrive. So many years to catch up on.

I hesitated not knowing what to do. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to snatch that bottle out of his hand and kiss him senseless. But I also knew that I wouldn't do that. Couldn't do that. You grabbed him and kissed him last night, I reminded myself. Yes, and look how that turned out. I sat on the edge of the sofa, miserably watching him fiercely scowling at himself.

What a couple of asses.

He'd made it perfectly clear today that he was only interested in friendship. That he didn't want anything more from me. The continued little rejections hurt like hell and I was disgusted with myself to feel the prickle of tears in my eyes. Blinking them away furiously, I gripped the bottle I was holding tightly and wondered how soon I could leave.

"Look Edward, I think you should go."

What? Had I been thinking that aloud?

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, still not taking his eyes from his reflection, not looking at me. Another little stab of rejection. Since when did I get so sensitive? I was used to being ignored or rejected, wasn't I?

"I ... I want you to go. I'll call you a cab."

There were a great many of these things I realised were feelings swirling around in my chest after these words. The pain of rejection. Check - understood that one. Something deeper, a much bigger hurt that I didn't understand but now recognised was there. And something else. Something building. Something red and hot and loud.

"No!"

My voice was loud in the painful silence following Jasper's words. I stood up, putting the beer down on the table and drawing myself up to my full height. Planting my feet firmly, I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not leaving till you hear me out." Where the hell had this voice come from? The slight quaver at the end of the last word showed my slipping resolve. I did not do confrontations. Ever.

He turned slowly to look at me. Surprised at my strong attitude? Well, hell, so was I.

Slowly, he looked me up and down as if seeing me for the first time. I swallowed hard against the sensations of his gaze as it swept over me, probed me piercingly, and tried to keep my chin raised, my knees not to buckle.

"Go on then," he said quietly. "I'm listening."

Shit. I had no idea what to say. I'd sort of thought that what I was going to say was that Corbin had asked me to stay for a month, maybe longer and he had better just get used to it dammit, but that isn't what came out. What I did say surprised me, shocked me, and sure as hell wasn't what he'd expected.

In a quiet low voice, I told him, "Sometimes, I didn't come, and I'd have to sneak into the bathroom after or lie on my side and hide so she wouldn't know. I've been miserable, Jasper."

His stern features relaxed in shock at my confession and some of the tension dropped from his stance. Blinking rapidly, he said in a shaky voice, "And? Go on."

Go on? What the hell else was I supposed to say after baring my soul like that? But it seemed a part of my brain was on a roll all of its own. "Just because I didn't realise I was gay before I came here, doesn't mean that I'm not. I am. I know it now. It's not a side of me or a pastime. It is me."

Whoa. I found myself breathing fast and shallow with stress and nerves. Damn it, I hadn't said anything untrue or anything to be ashamed of. I straightened my shoulders again, lifted my chin. I'd said it. Out loud. "I admit I don't know what I'm doing. I've never had s ... sex with a guy but don't be mad at me for what some asshole did to you. I'm not him. I'm here, I'm staying and I'm not playing around. For the first time in my life, I know what I want and what I want is you."

I stared fiercely at him, my chest heaving from the force of my words. Somehow during my diatribe I had moved across the room towards him and was now standing inches from him. To my disappointment, he stepped back and sank into an upholstered chair looking up at me assessing, nervous, and needy.

"How do you know it's me and not just any guy?"

Fuck, he was so frustrating! "Jesus, Jasper. It's you all right?" I almost shouted at him. "I've seen other naked guys all week and, yes they turn me on, but no one," I lowered my voice and came closer again, "no one makes me feel what you do."

He looked like he still didn't believe me. I was so mad at him, so frustrated. What the hell could I do to get through to him? Growling huffily, I took the two steps needed to bring me within touching distance. Adrenaline was still surging through me, anger at him, frustration at my life so far ... frustration from being turned on so much. I needed to do something to get his attention, something like he had done last night, dragging me behind the plants and kissing me. Something to prove I wanted him.

Now or never. I pushed the old Edward aside and allowed myself to act on instincts.

Doing the previously unthinkable, I locked my eyes to his, leaned down and gently took the bottle of beer from his unresisting hand. With just a little more hesitation, I leaned down and placed it on the floor by the side of his chair, I put my hand on the arm of the chair, looming over him. His eyes widened, pupils dilated and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. Oh God, those lips looked so good.

Quickly before I could change my mind or lose the adrenaline-induced courage, I brought my knee up and slid it into the space between the padded arm of the chair and his thigh. Bringing my other hand down to the chair to support my weight, I did the same with my other leg.

And there I was. Sitting on the lap of a man. Of Jasper. Of my man.

I really hadn't thought this through. I kind of didn't know what to do next. I know what I wantedto do ...

Then do it.

Biting my lip in indecision and hoping that Jasper hadn't noticed, I scooted my weight forward a bit so we were close, our chests now almost touching when we each took a deep breath together, which we were doing a lot. I hadn't looked away from his deep green eyes for a moment and I saw uncertainty and fear flickering in the depths of them behind the desire. I leant down, placing my lips close to his ear, breathing in the scent that was becoming familiar to me now and made my body think of sex. I whispered in his ear, "Give me a chance, Jay, please. That's all I ask." I stayed there, breathing him in, enjoying the heat of his body, the brush of his shoulder as his chest rose and fell, the rasp of his cheek as it moved against mine as somehow my cheek had moved to lightly press against his.

I was a stranger right now. Taking the initiative, asking for what I wanted. It wasn't me. Wasn't the old me. But it would be the new me from now on. No matter what Jasper replied, I wouldn't just sit in the background any more, wouldn't just accept being ignored and overlooked, even though that had been what I'd wanted in the past. From now on, this was me.

With a start, I felt his warm hands settle lightly against my hips, his thumbs pressing against the bone, his fingers moving to gently cup the round outline of my ass. Sighing in relief and pleasure, I allowed my weight to drop more fully onto his legs, not having realised how stiffly I had been holding myself there.

"Okay," he said quietly. "We'll ... try. But Edward, I can't... I can't ... Please don't ask me to teach you things. We'll just ... be together, okay? And see how things go." The something in my chest ached at this confirmation of how badly he'd been hurt before and I would do anything to make sure I never hurt him too.

"Sure," I replied, my voice no more than a rough whisper. "We'll just see how things go." He tightened his hold on my hips, and I watched some of the tension drain out of him. I could feel the heat of his thighs below mine, our skin separated by two layers of denim, could feel the warmth of his breath and the stroking of his fingers. I didn't know a lot but I did know that sitting like this was going to lead to other things. And I was okay with that. Very okay.

I realised that I was going to have to be very careful to not ask him how to do things; it would stir up old memories for him. I was going to have to learn how to pleasure him somewhere else. Now, where on earth could I go to learn how to please another guy?

A grin spread across my face and I was thankful that Jasper and I were still sitting so closely and he couldn't see it. All the films that I was due to shoot with Dru next week would be like my own personal educational programme. From behind the camera, I could learn everything I needed to know without having to ask Jasper any of it. He might not like the idea, but I didn't know what to do yet and needed to learn somehow.

Pleased with my plan, I wriggled a little on his lap, my knees sinking deeper into the chair cushions on either side of him. It was a move that pushed my straining zipper up against the equally straining front of Jasper's jeans. We both froze, drawing harsh breaths. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I couldn't bear to see it if he rejected me now.

His hands gripped my hips again ... and pulled me closer.

Relief flooded through me. Thank God! He hadn't pushed me away. But relief was swiftly followed by urgent need for different relief. Heat, need and want all flooded into me. I followed my feelings and slipped my hands from the arms of the chair where I had been gripping them so tightly. I worried about the condition of the fabric and slid them slowly up his arms to rest on his shoulders.

I opened my eyes and pulled my head back to find him looking at me with burning heat in his eyes, his mouth parted, his pink tongue visible as it flicked along his teeth. I shivered at the sight and he smiled a lopsided wicked smile.

I was a gonner.

He wanted me. Wanted this. Was willing to try. Us. Here. Now.

Just like Elvis, coherent thought had obviously left the building.

I had to taste him. I had to have his lips on mine, now. Slowly, I lowered my head to close the last space between us, and our lips met. Warm and firm, just like I remembered them. He traced his tongue along my bottom lip and I shivered again, clenching my legs instinctively against his, holding him tighter between them. I opened my lips just enough for his tongue to delve in and stroke along my own in a dance that made me groan. I choked it back in surprise. I'd never been a noisy lover, but Jasper just brought out the emotions and the need in me in a way that I had never needed to articulate before.

His fingers tightened on me some more, encouraging my hips to shift forward, and our equally hard cocks to press harder against each other through the layers of fabric and buttons and zippers.

Moving a hand to the back of his neck, I deepened the kiss. He'd said I had been doing it right last night, so I was sure I could do this right tonight. Besides, I wanted more.

He moaned into the kiss and I felt a thrill of excitement that I had done that. I had made him moan like that. I moved my fingers into his hair, so soft and silky and began to card them through the strands, gripping lightly then ever increasingly harder as I couldn't stop the sensations that the feel of his hair between my fingers brought.

Jasper bucked his hips upwards and his pleasure induced moan turned into a hiss of need as our rapidly growing cocks tightened even more in our jeans, rubbing together in a way that was heaven and hell. I bucked my hips towards him in instinctive response and he gripped me harder, urging my hips to begin a rocking motion, forward and up, down and back.

The sensation felt amazing and although I was vaguely aware that dry humping was generally considered a teenage pastime, I in no way wanted it to stop. He moved his hands down from my hips, cradling my ass with his strong hands and helping me to set a steady rhythm. It wasn't enough. Wasn't fast enough or hard enough, it was a slow burn that was killing me. I growled in frustration into his mouth and clenched my fingers tighter in his hair. He chuckled into the kiss and nipped my bottom lip with his teeth before lapping it better with his tongue. I needed to remember that one.

Straining forward more, I needed more. Gasping for breath, I reluctantly broke free of the kiss and rested my forehead down against his shoulder. I needed more. Enjoying the feel of his skin-warmed soft cotton shirt, I dragged my fingers down from his shoulders, feeling the shape and shift of his chest muscles, the hard pebbly nipples which I longed to explore but wasn't quite sure I should do. Remembering the reason I moved my hands in the first place, I pushed them behind him, between the back of the chair and his shoulders and pulled his body tightly against mine. Our chests were rubbing now too, hard muscle grinding against hard muscle. Every few strokes our nipples would drag against each other, feeling hard and pebbly beneath our shirts.

From the sounds he was making, I was sure that he was feeling good, that what I was doing, what we were doing was good for him. It sure as hell was good for me. I moaned and panted into his shoulder and probably panted his name too, though I wasn't sure if I was just saying that in my head or not.

His hands tightened on my ass and I bucked against him more desperately. It felt so good and already I was feeling close, the constriction of my jeans bordering on painful as my balls were crushed and my cock had nowhere to go. It had never felt so good.

"Ah ... ah ..." an incoherent gasp was all I could manage and I clenched my hand on his shoulder to try to warn him that I was close, so close. He pushed his face against mine, forcing our lips back together and I dived into the kiss even though our lips were mashing and our teeth knocking together with the increasingly harder thrusts I was making against him.

I was sweaty, hot and so turned on it was painful. If I didn't get my release soon, I felt that I would burst. God, the feeling was incredible!

I rocked my hips into his, chasing the orgasm that was on its way, so close, so close. I could feel my stomach clenching, my balls tightening. I moved my hand back to his hair, gripping tightly to give him warning. He squeezed my ass tight and pulled me harder still against him. Heat pooled in my lower belly, my muscles tensed, my balls felt like they were screaming. There was a pause, a hiatus of pleasure and pain, and then my cock pulsed and throbbed and warm come surged and pulsed into my underwear.

"Oh, God, oh ... oh ... ah ... Jasp-" I don't know where the sounds were coming from. They were dragged out of me by the force of my orgasm as I continued to rub and grind against him, drawing out the pleasure-pain to a point of incoherency.

He moaned in response as he felt my body tensing and throbbing against his and I rode my orgasm like never before. Seconds or minutes later, I came down from my orgasmic high enough to realise that Jasper was still gasping and grinding against me. I loosened my hold on his hair and tried to concentrate on regaining a rhythm. I wanted to give him that release almost as much as I had needed it myself. I sucked hard on his tongue as it dove into my mouth and moaned as one of Jasper's hands slipped inside the back of my jeans and grabbed a handful of bare ass. Oh God, if I could have come again I would.

I felt his body begin to tremble under mine, his thighs shaking, his arms trembling; it was more pain than pleasure now, the feeling of him, hard against my sensitive cock but I didn't stop, he was almost there. I wanted to give him this.

I moaned some more and shivered as he began to hump himself desperately up against me, clenching his abs to roll his cock more. Then with one last hard squeeze of my ass, his entire body jolted as he came with a deep moan, pulsing beneath me and filling his jeans as I had done.

I slowed the kissing down, not having the strength to manage anything more than languid laps at his tongue or soft sucks at his lips. He returned in kind absently, still coming down from his high and I could tell that my lips were bruising from the desperate way we'd kissed earlier. When his trembling eased after a minute or so, he gently broke the kiss and shifted me back on his thighs as we both caught our breaths. He smiled contentedly up at me and raised his hand to my face, stroking strands of hair away from my sweat-plastered forehead.

"Wow," he breathed, dropping his hand back down to my thigh and rubbing circles on it absently with his thumb.

"Yeah," I replied, still shell-shocked. I wasn't sure where to go from here. It could only get awkward I was sure. I smiled a smile that probably looked as uncertain as I felt and moved my hands back to the arms of the chair again. "I should probably get up ..."

"Yeah, I think my legs have gone numb." He seemed a bit uncertain himself. I hoisted myself up but when I tried to straighten my legs and stand, I stumbled; my legs didn't seem to belong to me either. I laughed embarrassed and hobbled a few steps away giving him room to stand up too. The next thing I knew, he was hobbling too and we both looked at each other and laughed.

"Old man," I teased. He flashed a delighted grin at me. Dimples and everything.

"Old man, is it? I'd like to see you try that next time!" The heavy silence that followed was so expectant.

"I'd like that," I replied huskily, "very much." And I gave him one of my newly discovered get-my-own-way grins, wanting to see if it worked on him like his worked on me.

He stopped flexing his legs, getting the blood to flow back again and straightened up, watching me. I met him eye to eye, not backing down. "I look forward to it," he replied, reaching towards me and hooking a finger into the top button of my shirt, pulling me towards him. "I'm sorry about your jeans," he whispered, cocking a teasing eyebrow.

My jeans? I frowned, puzzled, and then became aware of the cooling stickiness currently soaking through the layers of fabric. I screwed my face up in disgust. I hadn't come in my pants since, since ... well, ever actually.

Laughing gently, he released me and stepped back again. "I'll lend you some jeans to go back in. Don't want you shocking the neighbours."

"Yeah, thanks, I think that'd be a good idea." Before I could stop it, a huge yawn overtook me and I threw my hand over my mouth and watched horrified as Jasper laughed again.

"Wore you out did we?" he asked, his accent a little stronger as he spoke.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep much last night," I confessed, forgetting that my lack of sleep had been entirely due to the kissing behind ferns that Jasper had instigated. "I guess I'd better call a cab and go. Thanks for dinner, Jasper."

His glowing eyes and husky-voiced reply made the something in my chest swell and take flight. "Anytime, Edward, anytime."

I'd make sure I held him to that.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reads Gone Fishing. It means the world to me to see that you guys are out there reading this!

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