Thanksgiving was here, and I was sitting on the bus home next to Edward. He was asleep, head on my shoulder-as adorable as ever, but I was too nervous to sleep. I was going to come out to my parents tonight. Part of me wanted to wait so I wouldn't ruin the holiday, but I didn't want to be hiding Edward either, so I decided to just get it over with.

"Edward, wake up, we're almost there."

"I'm up. Are you okay? Did you sleep at all?"

"No, I was too nervous. How aren't you nervous? You're meeting your boyfriend's parents."

I'm trying not to think about it. I'm sure it will all hit at once and I'll throw up all over your parents' living room. What a great first impression."

"You'll be fine. We're here. There are my parents."

After kissing and hugging and thanksgiving wishes, we caught up on the ride home and were now all in the living room drinking cider with my parents and Bella. I had told Bella about the upcoming weekend, and the second hand nervousness radiating off of her and Edward compounding upon my own nervousness was really killing me.

"So Jasper, how did rushing go? What fraternity are you in now?" Oh no. I had forgotten about that. My dad wanted me to join a frat so badly.

"I…uh…didn't get any bids."

"WHAT? What happened, son"?"

"I…uhm…well I…" I felt Edward stiffen next to me.

I took a deep breath and started again.

"Dad, I didn't get a bid because I'm gay. Edward isn't just my roommate, he's my boyfriend."

I felt myself crying and Edward put his hand on my knee to still my shaking leg.

"So you didn't get a bid because you're gay?"

I nodded my head and Edward' grip tightened.

"You wouldn't want to associate with these homophobes anyway. Darling, how long until dinner?"

"About five minutes." And with that, my parents walked out of the room.

"Was that it?"

"Jasper, mom and dad are okay with it."

"I was so ready for a fight."

"Me too," Edward and Bella said at the same time.

"Huh."

Dinner went well and my parents seemed to be loving Edward. We were all joking and laughing and no on flinched when Edward and I would get slightly intimate while keeping it PG for our current company.

Thanksgiving was small at our house, but we did have our traditions. As we curled on the couch for our annual post-meal movie, we decided on "Love Actually" to get in the Christmas mood.

My parents and Bella were all wrapped up in blankets on the big cough, and Edward and I were sharing a blanket on the large chair.

I never really thought of "Love Actually" as a particularly arousing movie, but I think the combination of having to stifle our affections some and the relief of my coming out made us both kind of horny. While keeping it on the down low under the blanket, Edward starting palming me through my jeans. I carefully unzipped his pants and took him out to be more thorough and he quickly reciprocated.

We were getting pretty close when the movie ended and we had to stuff ourselves back in when everyone started moving about. I quickly excused us claiming travel weariness, and before my mother could insist we sleep in different rooms, my door was closed and locked and Edward was pressed up against it.

We were fringing against each other uncontrollably and moved to the bed. Shirts were removed, followed by pants, and I realized this was it; I wanted all of Edward. Now.

"Edward, wait. I want more of you. I want you inside of me."

"Jay, are you sure? This is…"

"Big. I know. I'm sure."

"It's going to hurt."

"No matter how long we wait, it's going to hurt. But the sooner we deal with the pain, the sooner we can have the pleasure."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You'll be gentle."

With that, I reached into my bedside table and pulled out a condom and lube. The condoms had never been used, but the lube had gotten a lot of personal time action.

I rolled the condom onto him and lubed him up before laying back to pull him on top of me and start kissing him.

I hear him click close the bottle after putting lube on his fingers and slipped a finger in my hold. The pinch passed quickly as we had been doing this much quite often, but it was a little pinchier when he added a second finer. He pumped in and out waiting for the pain to pass while I matched his rhythm via hand job. He entered a third finger and lined himself up for penetration.

He looked me in the eye and I nodded my head with a smile and he slowly started pushing himself in.

And it hurt. I saw him straining not to move, and when the pain started ebbing (but not going away), I grabbed his hips and cued him to push in further. We did this dance for a few minutes before he was fully sheathed and began pumping in and out.

I felt no pleasure, but I mentally prepared myself for this, and hoped he would be done soon. He stiffened and came, when he looked up at me and realized I hadn't gotten anywhere.

"Jay, baby, I'm sorry. I don't know what I did wrong. I-"

"Sweetheart, it's okay. This was the first time. If we keep working at it, it will get better. I would, however, like to remind you that there are other ways to take care of my little situation," nodding down to my still throbbing hard on.

Edward smiled and relaxed while he took me into his mouth.

I came shortly thereafter, and Edward crawled out of bed to get some wet wash clothes to clean us up.

Once we were clean, we made our way under the covers, curled up tightly, and kissed each other to sleep.

I was going to be sore in the morning.

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