a/n Firstly, I'd like to apologise for my epic review-reply fail last chapter. I have no excuse, but I absolutely love reading your thoughts, so please don't stop. I will try harder in future and be more organinsed! Thanks to the lovely TwiWeasel for pre-reading and my super-speedy awesome beta GemmaH. Their comments make me laugh no end!

Special thanks to Fr333bird and MssDare, this chapter wouldn't be ready today if it wasn't for them kicking my ass on gchat.

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JPOV

"Fuck," I whispered, closing the front door and leaning against it for a moment. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before going in to join Pete in my living room.

The last hour had been interesting, to say the least. I'd gone from meeting Edward's friends, to outing myself to my cousin and thinking that Edward had cheated on me. My emotions had been all over the place and I was exhausted. Thank God it was all sorted now, because when I'd seen Edward kissing Seth -I still cringed even thinking his name- I'd never felt so crushed and I really fucking hoped I never felt that way again.

I still had my phone clutched to my chest and I felt a smile tugging at my lips as I thought about Edward. He'd been so desperate for me to believe him and I could hear the pleading tone in his voice as he apologized over and over. As I'd listened to him explain, I realized that he'd never treat me like that, and it was more than likely my inexperience in relationships that let my mind automatically assume the worst. It was pretty fucking clear in that moment how much I meant to him, and my chest tightened at the thought, warmth spreading throughout my body and my small smile rapidly turning into a goofy grin.

I'd told Edward that I was hanging out with Pete for the rest of the weekend, which was sort of true. I had something very important to take care of and I really wanted Pete's advice and support.

I wandered in to the living room, swallowing nervously as I thought about what I was going to say.

"I guess from the fucking cheesy-ass grin on your face that everything's all sorted now?" he asked, smirking as I entered the room.

"Yeah," I replied, grinning even more. I walked over to the sofa and collapsed down beside him with a deep sigh.

"So?" Pete said after about thirty seconds of silence, nudging me in the ribs and raising a questioning eyebrow. "Are you going to tell me, or what?"

I looked at him for a few a few seconds longer, almost laughing at his eagerness to know everything. His knee bounced annoyingly up and down and his fingers repeatedly tapped on the edge of the sofa.

"Jasper! For fuck's sake, I thi-"

"Okay! I'll tell you," I interrupted, laughing now. "You're such a girl."

He shoved me with his shoulder, grinning as I almost fell over onto the cushions. "Fuck off. You're just as bad."

I ignored his pointed look. I was so not the girl in mine and Edward's relationship. No way.

I spent the next ten minutes filling Pete in on what Edward and I had talked about on the phone. He asked all about how we'd met and how long we'd been together. It felt so good to finally talk about our relationship that I briefly wondered why I'd not done it sooner. Pete was one of my best friends as well as my cousin, and I needed him to believe that Edward was telling the truth about what had happened in the club. It was definitely not the way I'd envisaged introducing them to each other and I just hoped that I'd get a second chance to do it properly. I finished up by mentioning I was going round to Edward's on Sunday night and then waited anxiously for his reaction to everything I'd said.

He scrubbed his hands over his face, before turning to face me. "Look, Jasper, as long as you're happy, then that's all I care about. Edward seemed nice enough, but I don't know him. If you think he's telling you the truth," he paused for a minute and I nodded my head, letting him know that I did. "Well, that's good enough for me."

"Thank fuck," I laughed, more than a little relieved. "Because I really want you two to get along."

"Well, now that's all cleared up, I could really do with a fucking drink!" He grinned at me and gave me a not-so-gentle shove in the side. Taking the hint, I reluctantly pulled myself up and headed off to retrieve a couple of beers from the kitchen and headed back in.

I handed a bottle to Pete, and settled back down alongside him. I knew this was the perfect opportunity to discuss what had been on my mind since I'd spoken to Edward, and I placed my bottle on the table in front of us, before taking a deep breath and speaking.

"So, um...Dad asked if I was bringing someone to your welcome home party," I said, fidgeting in my seat, my fingers idly pulling at the label on my bottle. "I was thinking of taking Edward."

Pete choked a little on the mouthful of beer he was trying to swallow and I gave him a hard slap on the back to help him out.

"Thanks," he rasped, glaring at me. Okay, maybe it had been a little harder than necessary. "You're not serious? Are you gonna turn up, introduce Edward as your boyfriend to everyone and then shout 'surprise'?"

"No, of course not! I know-"

"You need to tell your Mom and Dad first," he cut in. "They'll need some time to get used to the idea."

"I'm aware of that, thanks." I tried not to sound defensive, but he wasn't letting me finish. "Edward has already pointed that out to me. In fact-"

"Smart man."

"Will you shut the fuck up for two fucking minutes, so that I can speak?" I was almost shouting now, and I reached for my beer to try and calm down a little. Jesus Christ, I was never going to get the words out if he didn't stop interrupting.

"Sorry, man," he said, at least having the decency to look a little sheepish. "Go ahead."

"What I've been trying to say, is that I want to tell my parents now, this weekend I mean, and I want you to come with me."

I grabbed my beer and gulped the rest of it down as I waited for him to say something.

"I guess we'd better get some sleep then," he replied eventually, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Since we have to drive home and everything."

"Really?"

"Of course, you idiot," he said, standing up and shaking his head. "You didn't think I'd say no, did you?"

"Well, no. But I didn't like to assume."

"I think it's a really good idea, Jasper. Both for you and Edward."

The mention of his name sent a thrill of pleasure through me and I couldn't wait to see his face when I told him about this. I knew he'd wanted to come with me when I told my parents about us, but when it came down to it, I thought it was something I really should do on my own. My parents were going to be totally blind-sided by my revelation, and while I hoped they'd be okay about it, I suspected they'd appreciate a little time to get used to the idea before I introduced my boyfriend to them. I hoped Edward would understand.

"Yeah, I think so too," I said, collecting up our bottles and depositing them on the kitchen counter.

I fetched pillows and blankets for Pete and set up the sofa for him; there was no point him going back to his place at this hour.

Although I was fucking exhausted from the night's events, my mind refused to shut off. I was both nervous and excited about the prospect of coming out to my parents. It would be such a huge relief not to have to lie or mislead them any longer. I tossed and turned for a little longer, going over what I planned to say in my mind, before finally falling into a deep sleep in the early hours.

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The trip back to Forks was long enough for me to catch up on some sleep, since I'd had a rough night, so I threw Pete my keys and let him drive. We talked a little about his trip, after I'd apologized for not asking sooner, but before long my eyes drifted closed and I was fast asleep.

It seemed like only five minutes later that Pete was nudging me awake.

"We're here."

I forced my eyes open, rubbed them slightly with the back of my hand and yawned loudly, much to Pete's amusement.

"Are you coming in?" I asked as I pulled open the car door.

"No. I think it'd be better if it's just you this time, don't you?" I nodded. "Besides," he said, smiling and rolling his eyes. "My mom will kill me if I don't go and see her first."

I laughed a little at that, because he was right. Pete's mom was fierce, and she would definitely not be happy if she wasn't his first port of call.

"I'll be over later to pick you up. Ok?"

"Yeah, ok. See you later, then." I climbed out of the car and paused for a second to duck my head back in. "Pete?"

"Hmm..."

"Thanks, man." I smiled at him and he grinned back, before reversing out of the drive and heading over to his mom's house.

I watched his car until he turned the corner and disappeared from view, only then did I turn and make the short walk to my parents' front door. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was getting progressively drier the closer I got to the door.

Fuck!

What had possibly made me think this was a good idea?

I'd not told them I was coming; I figured it would cause them to ask too many questions that I really didn't want to answer over the phone. They'd want to know why, especially since I was due home in a couple of weeks or so for Pete's 'welcome home' party. I'd decided that it would be best to just surprise them. Yeah, they were gonna be surprised alright.

After several deep breaths, I raised my fist to knock on the door and waited. It wasn't long before I heard footsteps and voices from inside and I started to feel a little ill. I watched as the door opened painfully slowly to reveal my mom, her eyes going wide and her hands covering her mouth as she saw me.

"Jasper!" she shrieked and I had the urge to over my ears. "What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Her hands were covered in flour and she hastily wiped them on her apron before pulling me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her, my chin resting on the top of her head and I relaxed for a second, lost in her comforting embrace.

"Well?" she asked, drawing back a little to look up at me. With one eyebrow raised, she had a look that I recognized only too well. She knew there was something on my mind. "What's happened? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Mom, just the opposite."

Here we go.

"There's something I want to talk to you and Dad about," I replied, swallowing thickly. I was beginning to wish that I'd begged Pete to stay, I could have done with some moral support right about now. "It's important and I didn't want to talk about it over the phone," I added.

"Is it to do with the special someone you told your Dad's about?"

"Um...sort of?"

"She's not pregnant is she, Jasper?" she gasped. "I mean, obviously we'll love the baby but-"

"Mom!" I tried to interrupt but she kept talking about going to school and who'd look after it. I had to stop her before she started too get excited. "Mom, stop! No-one is pregnant."

"Oh, well that's good then." She smiled at me, but I saw a tiny flick of disappointment in her eyes and it made what I was about to tell them seem ten times worse. I was never going to be giving her that sort of news.

"Can we just go inside, please?"

"Oh, of course! Where are my manners?" She stepped back and ushered me through to the living room, where my father sat reading the paper and drinking his coffee. He looked up and smiled.

"Hey, Dad."

"I wondered what all the commotion was out there," he said, getting up and walking over to hug me. "Good to see you son, what's the occasion?"

"He has something important to tell us," my mom blurted out before I got chance to speak.

"Well, in that case, maybe I ought to sit back down."

Yes, you definitely should.

My mom went over and sat down next to him and they both looked up at me, expectantly. I shifted from foot to foot, having no idea how to start. It had seemed so easy when I'd discussed it with Pete. Drive over, tell them I like boys -well a boy- and we all live happily ever after. But faced with their eager, but slightly wary expressions, the words just refused to come out.

"Jasper?" My dad asked, looking slightly worried. "You can tell us anything. You know that, right?"

"I know."

And I did know, they'd always maintained that I could talk to them about anything, no matter what. I just needed to trust that they'd meant it.

"I've met someone," I said, finally. I saw them smile and my heart clenched a little knowing that they'd assumed it was a girl. My dad opened his mouth to speak, but now that I'd started, the words wouldn't stop. "It's serious between us. And it's...it's...his name's Edward." I heard my mom gasp and my dad sat there with his mouth open but saying nothing. I carried on talking, regardless.

"He's an ER doctor at HarborView Medical. I really like him and I want you to meet him. I'd like to bring him to Pete's party."

I stopped to catch my breath, watching my shocked parents carefully and waiting for one of them to speak. I hoped like fuck that they'd understand. The silence in the room was approaching an uncomfortable length and I was beginning to feel the prickle of uncertainty and fear creeping under my skin.

"Mom?"

Maybe it was the slight tremor in my voice, or the look on my face, but she flew off the sofa and wrapped me in a fierce hug. "Oh, Jasper, honey. I'm so happy for you and of course you can bring him to the party," she choked out. "But I expect to be meeting that boy long before then."

I hugged her tightly, not wanting let go. I could feel the tell-tale wetness on my cheeks and I just wanted to hide for a little longer. I was also horribly aware that my dad had yet to speak. It wasn't unusual for him to take his time to think things through, but it had been a long time even for him.

I chanced a glance at him over my mom's head and I really fucking wished I kept my eyes shut just a little longer. He was sat with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees as he looked at the floor. My stomach dropped to my feet and suddenly it was too hot in there and I needed some fresh air. I gently moved my mom away and stalked out to the back porch, not stopping even when I heard my mom calling my name.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I couldn't stop the tears from falling and I really couldn't give a fuck about them anyway. I was shocked beyond words. Yes, I'd been nervous about telling them, but deep down I never expected them to be anything but supportive. My legs buckled at the thought that my dad might not be okay with this, that he might not accept who I was and who I chose to be with.

I held on to the porch railing as I thought about Edward. He'd told me that if people didn't understand that I wanted to be with another man, then there wasn't a lot I could do to change their minds. I knew he was right, but when it was my own father who appeared not to understand, it was a little harder to take.

The back door opened behind me, but I studiously ignored it, choosing to stare out over the backyard instead. It was probably just my mom coming out to comfort me and try and excuse my dad's behavior. I seriously doubted there was anything she could say to make it better though.

"Son?"

I jumped as I heard his voice. My heart pounded in my chest and my knuckles turned white as I tightened my grip on the rail. Did he honestly believe I wanted to hear anything he had to say? I think I understood all too well what he thought about me, judging by the look on his face when I'd told them earlier. I spun round to give him a piece of my mind, but the look on his face stopped me cold.

He reached a hand out towards me, hurt washing across his features as I flinched back slightly.

"Look, Jasper." His voice was strained and rough, not at all like the confident man I was used to. "I know I've royally fucked this up, but please just let me explain."

My eyes widened a little at hearing him curse, not that I'd never heard him swear before, but it wasn't really something I was used to. I kept quiet, but gestured with my hand for him to continue.

"I know how it looked in there," he continued, his eyes glancing back towards the house. "But, honestly I was just worried. When you confirmed what I-"

"Wait, what?" I snapped, interrupting him. "What do you mean, confirmed?"

He smiled wryly. "I'm not deaf, Jasper. I heard him, when I called you last weekend."

"Oh." I had the good grace to blush.

"Yes. Oh. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he was your special someone." He smiled at me again, and I couldn't find any traces of resentment or disappointment in his expression, which only left me feeling even more confused.

"Are you mad? Disappointed in me? Because in the house, you looked...well, you didn't look happy." I held my breath, waiting for his reply and praying that just maybe I had got it all wrong.

"No, son." He took a step towards me and this time when he reached out for me, I didn't flinch. He pulled me into his arms and I sagged against him in relief. "I love you and I'm very proud of the man you've become."

A new wave of tears spilled over my cheeks as his words sunk in, and I clung to him a little harder.

"I'm so sorry if I gave you the wrong impression earlier." He patted me on the back and pushed me away gently so that he could see my face. "I'm not mad, or disappointed, or anything else you might think, but I am worried for you, Jasper."

I rolled my eyes and was about to protest that I was old enough now to look after myself, when he cleared his throat, letting me know he wasn't finished.

"I'm just concerned that you're not fully aware of all the obstacles you'll probably have to face. There are a lot of bigoted people out there, Jasper, including some in your own family."

Shit.

He was right. I realized that there would be people opposed to our relationship, but I'd been thinking of strangers who I really wouldn't give a fuck about. I hadn't given a thought to the ones that would probably be in my own fucking family. Some of our southern relatives were not known for their open-mindedness. And a few of them would be coming up for Pete's party - where I'd planned to bring Edward.

Fuck.

I must have looked about as worried as he did earlier because his voice was a lot softer when he spoke this time.

"Look, Jasper, despite what I said, I'd like you bring Edward to Pete's party and introduce him as your partner, boyfriend, whatever."

"But what about Uncle Alec?" I asked hesitantly, since I knew he was the most narrow minded of them all.

"You let me worry about him." He grinned, all the worry disappearing from his face. "If he doesn't like it, he can leave. I won't stand for any of his shit this time and neither will you."

I returned his smile full force; if my Dad was ok about it then the rest of them could fuck off. Well, ok, not really. I mean I loved my family, but knowing that he would be there to stick up for me at the party would make all the difference.

"Besides," he whispered conspiratorially as he ushered me back inside. "You mother will kill him if he steps out of line."

I laughed out loud at the thought. My mom was just as fierce as her sister and just as protective. Uncle Alec wouldn't stand a chance.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening, catching up and relaxing. I told them all about Edward and his family, how we met and tentatively arranging to bring him home to meet them.

Pete came to pick me up about six o'clock, but it was nearly eight before we could get away. My mom and dad fussed over Pete and wanted to hear all about his travels, and so did I. I was already feeling bad that I'd not really spoken to him about it, so I took the opportunity to listen to him this time.

By the time we got back to Seattle, it was getting really late, so I dropped Pete off at his friend's and drove home for a shower and some much needed sleep. The day had been beyond exhausting, but at the same time I felt a like a huge weight had been lifted. I couldn't wait to tell Edward. If I didn't already know he'd still be at work, I'd drive straight round to see him now. It was probably for the best anyway, because I needed to catch up on my beauty sleep for what I had planned.

EPOV

I yawned loudly as I finally walked through the door to my apartment after a grueling twenty-four hours at the hospital. Double shifts were a killer and I was desperate for a shower and my bed. Throwing my keys onto the counter and stripping clothes off as I went, I made my way sleepily down the hall toward my bedroom.

My shift had seemed to go on forever. I spent the whole time thinking about Jasper and counting down the hours until I'd be seeing him again. He'd said he believed me about the whole Seth fiasco, but I wouldn't be happy until I could see him in person. I'd wanted to be with him so fucking bad.

About half-way through my shift, I was running over the whole night in my mind again. I'd taken to dissecting it whenever I had a lull in patients, and I nearly choked on my coffee as I replayed our phone conversation. I'd been the designated driver last night, so I knew it hadn't been my drunken imagination.

Peter hadn't been the least bit surprised when I phoned to talk to Jasper, coupled with the fact that he seemed to know why he was upset and that he'd taken Jasper home, I could only assume that Jasper had told him about us. I hadn't thought much of it at the time, too concerned with getting Jasper to believe that nothing had happened, but when I thought about the fact that he'd come out to a member of his family, I couldn't keep the cheesy-ass grin off my face and it stayed there for the remainder of the shift.

I checked my watch as I slipped underneath the covers. It was nine-thirty. I planned to get a good eight hours sleep before Jasper came round. I was keen to show him exactly how much he meant to me and I'd need all my energy for that.

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The incessant ringing of my buzzer roused me reluctantly from sleep. I contemplated ignoring it, but thankfully a small voice in the back of my mind reminded me that Jasper was due to come over, so I hauled myself out of bed and went to see who it was. Sure enough Jasper's voice floated over the intercom and I smiled as I buzzed him in, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes in an attempt to wake up before he arrived at my door.

A few minutes later there was a knock at my door. I felt a little apprehensive all of a sudden, which was fucking stupid as I'd been waiting for his moment since Friday night. But I hadn't laid eyes on him since our almost fight, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between us. Swallowing my misgivings, I walked across the hall and opened the door.

"Hi," he said, shifting about from foot to foot, looking all nervous and eager and just fucking adorable.

"Hi," I answered, barely stifling a yawn.

"Oh fuck. Were you asleep? Sorry. Do you want me to go? I can always come back la-"

I yanked him swiftly through the door, interrupting his rambling with a quick, but hard kiss. My hands slipped into his blond curls and I held on for just a moment before pulling back to look at him, smiling. "Yes, I was asleep and no, I don't want you to go."

He grinned back at me, his eyes bright and shining. All my doubts from earlier melted away as I took in his earnest expression; there wasn't a hint of mistrust there. I led him into the living room and gave him a gentle shove so he fell back onto the sofa.

"You stay right there, while I go and freshen up," I said, pointing my finger at him. "Don't move."

"And if I do?" he challenged, raising an eyebrow. I shivered slightly at the dirty look in his eyes. Jasper was oozing confidence, lounging back on the cushions like he owned the place. It was a good look on him. I licked my lips and debated how to reply.

"Well, you'll just have to find out, won't you?" I replied, smiling as he shifted position slightly. Yeah, I was so hoping he moved.

Without another word, I turned and headed towards my bathroom, nerves tingling with excitement as I silently willed him to get up off that sofa and follow me. I grabbed my toothbrush, vigorously brushing my teeth as quickly as possible. I'd only just finished rinsing when I felt cold hands slip inside the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

"Fuck," I hissed, as they slid down further and wrapped around my cock. "In a hurry?" I asked, meeting his amused expression in the mirror.

"I missed you."

"So I see."

"I have something to tell you," he said softly, his hands now slowly stroking up and down my length.

"Okay," I whispered, not trusting my voice to be any louder.

"I went home to see my parents yesterday."

His hands stopped their stroking and moved to grip my hips, his eyes never leaving mine. My breath hitched and my mind raced with all the possibilities of what that statement could mean. I swallowed thickly as I waited for him to tell me what I'd been longing to hear.

"I told them about us."

Fucking yes!

My heart pounded in my chest and I turned quickly in his arms, no longer content with looking at his reflection. Leaning back against the bathroom counter, I stared up at him in awe.

"How did it go?"

I reached up to touch his face, my thumbs tracing the edges of the biggest smile I think I'd ever seen. I was guessing they'd taken it well.

"Better than I ever imagined," he beamed.

"Fuck, that's awesome," I said, returning his grin. "I'm so fucking happy for you."

Slipping my hands round his neck, I leaned in and kissed him. Soft, slow, and full of everything I wanted to say; how happy I was that they'd accepted him, how proud I was that he'd had the guts to tell them, and finally as my tongue ran along his bottom lip and my hips pushed up against his, how much I needed him.

"I want you so fucking much, Jasper," I whispered against his lips, rubbing my cock against his as I attempted to show him just how much. I slid my hands over his ass and pressed my fingers roughly down the seam between his cheeks. His breathing faltered slightly, and I pressed even harder, circling around his entrance.

"Oh God," he breathed, writhing under my touch. "I want you too." I stilled my movements, not sure if I'd misunderstood or not, but fucking praying that I hadn't. I wanted nothing more than to be inside him right fucking now, but I needed to be sure that he was ready.

"Jasper?"

"Hmm..." he mumbled against my neck as he nipped and licked his way along my jaw.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes..."

Rough hands in my hair.

"Want you..."

Sharp teeth on my shoulder.

"Now…"

Firm hips thrust against mine.

Fuck.

Not wanting to wait one second longer, I steered him backwards, kissing and stumbling through the door into my bedroom and finally towards my bed.

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