A/N

I did it… a chapter update before the weekend. Enjoy!

This chapter and the next one are NSFW. If you're under 18 or m/m sex offends you, please find your entertainment elsewhere.

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I do not own Twilight or its characters, Stephenie Meyer does. I just like to take them out to play.

"One, I'm in love with you too, Edward. Two, we need to go to your bedroom now, so I can show you how much I love and desire you. Three, yes it's time for stage three, baby!"

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Chapter 11

"Jaz, before we go to the bedroom… I need to ask you how come you know so much about stages in gay sex life, when you've never been with a guy before." I ask him as we take our cups to the kitchen and clean up.

"Oh babe, I've had plenty of time to think it through. All those lonely nights in Texas this summer, I fantasized about you and me being together, and all the amazing things we would do to each other. I also found some rather informative pages on the internet when the others had gone to sleep." Jasper replies. He wraps his arms around me, and pulls me closer. I can feel the growing erection in his pants against my arse, and I teasingly push back – causing a deep moan from him.

He pushes back. Bites my ear lobe and places kisses along my jaw line. "You know I've never been with another guy, as I said, but that's not because I lacked invitations," he whispers.

"No, I never doubted that," I say as I turn my head, giving him better access to my neck. As I urge him to continue, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom where we now sit on the edge of my bed.

"There were this mid-twenties couple at the ranch," he starts telling me… "James and Victoria."

I am a bit confused now… a man and a woman?

"Don't look so surprised, they were really hot. Just like Em and Rose, you know?" He giggles and looks for my approval.

"They must have noticed they never saw me with nor heard me talk about girls around the camp fire at night. One day Victoria… oh my, she had real pretty reddish hair like you Ed, found me in a particular sad mood and asked if I needed someone to talk to. I told her about you and all the feelings and fantasies I did not know what to do with. She told me she and James liked to spice up their sex life, so if ever I needed some real release instead of just fantasy orgasms, I was welcome to join them. I couldn't believe it, and weeks went by before I'd gathered enough courage to face them."

His statement astonishes me.

"I don't understand… You had sex with them?" I ask with a rather high-pitched voice.

"No not with them - I watched. They liked having an audience while they fucked. I learned a thing or two, as she gave great hand- and blowjobs and they both liked anal sex," he confirms.

"But how did…" I do not get to ask my question before he interrupts me.

"You'd be surprised," he says matter-of-factly with a crooked smile. "But now, I really need to be a good student and practice some of Victoria's amazing tricks…" Jasper implies with a sexy voice.

I swallow and feel my cock hardening in my boxers. Jesus, I have no idea what all those tricks and stages he talks about will be, but I cannot wait to try them all. I have seen my share of gay porn on the internet, and I know there are several ways to please your lover. However, I have never made any lists… well that is not completely true. I have a rather large variety of Jasper fantasies to jerk off to.

We take turns in my bathroom and tonight we skip the pajamas. I subdue the light in my bedroom and go lie down on the bedspread; waiting for Jasper to join me.

"Fuck, you're so hot when you lie there waiting for me," Jasper says while he takes me in from the end of the bed. He climbs in and soon his fingers moves down my stomach, following the line of hair, from my navel to the band of my boxers.

"Ed, I really want to taste you, is that alright?"

"Pleeeaaasseee…" It is all I manage to say, as I am aching with need. His husky voice makes me even harder in my now too tight boxer shorts.

His index finger traces along the elastic band, and I lift my hips so he can ease my boxers down my legs. He tells me not to expect too much, since he has never given nor taken a blowjob before. He sits between my now spread legs, and I place a pillow under my head so I am able to see him, and follow what I know he is about to do any second now. My cock is achingly hard and lies flat against my stomach as his warm hand gently strokes the underside from root to top. He stops just before my sensitive head.

"Babe, why are you circumcised?" he asks me, still stroking my length with a finger. I tell him about it being a family tradition, just as I feel his tongue licking my shaft. This time he does not stop when he reaches my head. His tongue swirls around my sensitive glans a few times before he points his tongue and presses the tip down my slit. I nearly blow my load. He moves back and looks pleased when he sees my reaction to his actions.

"Well that might be the only wise decision your mother ever made. I just love your cut dick, all ready for me to eat," he says before I feel his hot breathe tracing the wet line he made seconds before. I shiver and beg him for more, and send my thanks to Victoria and James for making him an exceptional student.

I can feel precum leaking from my slit and Jasper gathers it with his tongue. I know what my cum tastes like, because I was curious some years ago. It is not too bad, a bit salty. The way Jasper hums, I figure my taste pleases him. It is not a real blowjob he is performing – more a lick-job, but then again, this is a very new experience for the both of us, and a few more licks and swirls is all it takes for me to come. The sensation is very intense and I do not notice if Jasper moves away in time. When I open my eyes, I see sprays of cum on my stomach but also a drop on Jasper's cheek. Fuck that looks hot.

"Was that alright for you, babe?" he asks, looking adorable.

"Totally," I reply and see the proud look on his face before I pull him closer, and smash my lips against his. I can taste myself on his lips, and wonder if he did get a bit of my cum in his mouth, as he tastes a bit salty.

We come up for air and I lick the drop away from his cheek and reach over for a Kleenex on my nightstand. As I wipe the cum away from my stomach and the bit that is now on his as well, he says, "Well aren't you prepared," and we both let out a liberating laugh.

I feel amazingly relaxed but can tell by looking at Jasper's brief clad crotch that he is in much need of a release too. When he feels my stare, he turns my head up so our eyes meet.

"You don't have to return the favor tonight, babe. A hand job is just fine by me," his sweet voice says.

He must have mistaken my lustful stare for nervousness.

"No, I want to smell and taste you too, Jaz. Believe me I do, I just hope I don't disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me. Just thinking about you is enough to make me come," Jasper smiles.

I lean in a give him a soft kiss on the mouth and then I cover his beautiful body with kisses, from collarbone to the band of his white boxer briefs.

Instead of taking them off right away, I trace my nose along his hard shaft and inhale deeply. He smells fantastic and I can see a damp spot right where the head of his dick lies. I sneak a finger inside and touch the smooth skin of his length. He twists and turns on my bed, and together we ease his briefs off.

"Eager now, are we?" I tease him.

"You have no idea," he replies.

When he lies there completely naked before me, I can hardly believe my luck - it is my wildest fantasy come true. I want to worship him in every way I can, and I hope some of the internet porn I have watched lately, will prove to be worth the while. I place myself between his spread legs, as he did with me. I figure I will have better access to his cock and balls this way. Again, I stroke my nose along his length and inhale his musky smell. My hand takes over, and I raise his cock form his stomach where it lies rested in his nest of trimmed golden curls. I gently pump him a few times before I lick him from root to head.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Jasper almost screams.

He lifts his head from the blanket and looks at me with hooded eyes. I point to my stack of pillows, and he places them under his head, in order to view my actions better. He tastes even better than I could ever imagine, and I swirl my tongue around his thick shaft until I get to the top. Ever so slowly, I push his foreskin back with my fingers and his pink glans appears. It is the most fascinating thing I have ever seen. I am sure if I had my own foreskin, I would play peek-a-boo all day long! I smile at my thought and Jasper asks what is so funny about his dick.

I get an idea and instead of answering him, I start to sing, "Dear Jasper, won't you come out to play?"*

He giggles, but not for long. I continue to hum around him, while I suck as much of him as possible inside my mouth. There will be no deep throating tonight - just plenty of licking and sucking. While my mouth is full with his cock, my fingers run up and down the inside of his upper thighs. In the shower this morning, I noticed he liked it when I touched his balls, so I roll them between my fingers, and I gently brush the soft skin just behind them. He is taking deeper breaths now. I could easily move my fingers further back, and I would be touching his most intimate place. However, I think we will save that for a later stage.

I can feel the tension building in his body and I replace my mouth with my pumping fist, as I gently press the spot right behind his balls with two fingers from my other hand. His body spasms and waves of pleasure run through him as he paints my hand and his stomach with thick ropes of cum. I place a kiss on his sensitive head and my tongue gathers some of his essence. It is not bad, and I am glad his salty taste does not offend me, as I have other oral tricks I will like to perform in the future.

"Where the fuck did you learn something like that, if you haven't blown anyone before?" he asks when he has come down from his orgasm.

"I too have watched a lot of porn, Jaz, and I've had plenty of years to fantasize about what I would do to you, if ever I got the chance. Just remember, this was only stage three!" I joke.

He looks at me in a horny way and reassures me he will be ready for stage four in a few minutes. I laugh and tell him we better clean up and get some sleep instead. I have not told him I need to go to a lecture in the afternoon, but that can wait until tomorrow. Tonight we sleep without any clothes on. I like the feeling of our warm naked skin touching, as he spoons me.

"Goodnight babe," he says and kisses me behind my ear.

"Goodnight Angel," I reply.

"You just called me Angel," Jasper says with amazement in his voice.

I had not realized I had said it aloud, and I turn around and look into his blue eyes.

"I have watched you sleep a few times, and when your face is all relaxed and your hair lies spread on a pillow, you almost look angelic. You also saved me by turning up on my doorstep, and that makes the name fit even better. Do you mind me calling you Angel when we're intimate?"

Jasper gives me a sweet kiss on the lips, "No I don't mind babe - I love it."

Then he kisses me a few more times before we go back to our spooning position and fall asleep.

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During the night, I have turned over and I now lie face to face with my beautiful Angel. His tight fist is pumping my morning wood under the blanket and I try to stroke him too. Our position is awkward but we both come in no time and kiss passionately before we share a warm shower.

"Ed, will you do something for me tonight?" Jasper asks while I wash his back.

"Anything!" I reply.

"I've noticed how smooth your balls are, would you help me shave mine too?"

Jasper trims his pubic hair and has a bit of downy blonde hair on his balls. I do not mind his soft hair. I have shaved my balls for some time now, and I tell Jasper that when you have done it once, you will never go back to hairy balls. First, because it is a very itchy time when the hair grows back, second because you get addicted to the feeling of the smooth skin.

"Well, that is one addiction I won't mind," he concludes.

We dry one another's backs and get dressed. Jasper in faded jeans, a white V-neck T-shirt and no socks. I like him walking around barefoot. It looks very sexy and like he feels comfortable in my flat.

We slept until 9 o'clock this morning, and with the little action we had before the shower, it is now too late for breakfast but too early for lunch, so we make a light brunch. When we are full, I tell Jasper I need to go to a lecture for a couple of hours at the university. I am a bit afraid of his reaction, but he is not holding me back. We have at least two hours before I need to be there and decide to go for a little walk. We can buy some groceries on our way back and Jasper suggest he will prepare dinner while I am away. He also tells me he will make the dreaded but necessary phone call to his parents.

There is no denying he is nervous. Telling your parents their only son is gay and in love with his best friend is never an easy task, but with a narrow-minded father, it must be even harder.

"Jasper, if it would make you feel any better, you can make the call now, before I leave for my lecture. Then we'll be able to talk it through right away," I say as I reach for his hand.

"Thank you Edward, I think I'd like that. Is it all right if I make the call by myself, and we just talk about it afterwards?"

I tell him he can use the phone in my bedroom to call his parents. It is better than his cell phone and gives him the privacy he asks for. I give him a kiss and wish him good luck.

Seeing this unknown nervous side of Jasper, makes me think about coming out to my own family.

My mother has loads of gay friends in Italy: stylists, florists and interior designers. She always invites these "lovely-colorful-people" to her soirees. So maybe she will think it is great to have a gay son. I am not so sure about Aro, though. One thing is the artistic friends they have, another is family; even if we are not blood related. I find that I am indifferent about how they are going to react when I tell them, sometime in the future.

The people's approval I cannot live without, Esme's and Carlisle's is a completely different matter. I promise myself I will give them a call and break the news of having a boyfriend as soon as Jasper has gone home. I only hope Jasper's father will not have told them before I get to do it myself.

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While Jasper makes the call from my bedroom, and I pack my messenger bag with my laptop and some books I need for the lecture, my doorbell rings. I know from the intervals, that it is Alice. I blame myself for not calling her last night, instead of having to deal with her now. But then again, she is my best friend apart from Jasper, and I better let her in before she destroys my bell.

When I open the door, I find myself run over by her tiny figure. She is carrying a very large plastic bag along with her usual oversized shoulder bag. I do not know what it is with girls and all the stuff they always need to carry around with them 24/7. She walks straight to my living room.

"Thank God you're home, Edward. Wouldn't want to carry this around all day," She says as she drops both bags and herself on my couch.

"Hello to you too, Alice," I say when I join her on my couch.

She says hi, and gives me a friendly kiss on the cheek and asks where Goldilocks is hiding. I can tell she is hoping for the best, but ready to help me through my heartache if the Jasper-situation has turned bad.

"He's still here, Alice." I give her the biggest smile I can produce.

She looks around my living room hoping to catch a glimpse of him and I continue,

"He's in my bedroom calling his parents and telling them about us. He thinks it's easier breaking the news of having a boyfriend over the phone than face to face with his rather narrow minded father."

"Wow! I am so happy for you Edward," she almost squeals with delight. "I can't wait to hear all about it… also the juicy details," she says in a serious voice.

"Alice, I know we're close… but, I think I might want to keep the more juice details to myself," I add.

"Spoilsport! I come well prepared then," she says as she empties the content of the plastic bag on my couch. I go completely numb when I realize she has brought a whole sex store to my flat. There are dildos in all kind of sizes and colors, flavored condoms, butt plugs (do not ask me how I know about those!), lube, a how-to-give-fantastic-fellatio-guide and DVDs.

"I hoped this bag's content was the right pick, but…" then she looks in her other bag and finds a jar of B&J ice cream, our favorite vanilla flavor "… I bought this in case we needed comfort food. We can eat it anyway, don't you think?" she asks, making puppy eyes. I laugh and urge her to open the jar while I get us some spoons. How anybody can live without an Alice in his or her life, is a mystery to me - I conclude, while we share the ice cream.

Jasper has not joined us yet, and I hope everything is going all right next door. I will give him five more minutes before I check in on him.

"Alice where does all this things come from," I ask her while I look at the waterproof lube.

"My cousin Mike took me to this erotic shop, when I told him about you and Jasper. I've never been to one, you know, and didn't really want to go at first. But then I did anyway, curious as I am, and it was soooo much fun," she continues, looking like a child at Christmas Eve. "There were all kinds of stuff. Did you know they even have costumes there?"

I am not sure I want to know about that part. I pick up one of the silicone dildos she has bought. The color is nude and it looks rather realistic with its cut head and veins.

"At least I did not get you the pink one with glitter… I might just have bought that for myself though," Alice blabs.

I raise an eyebrow at her.

She blushes a bit and adds, "Well it was so cute… it even vibrates. I'll show you next time you come over."

There are three DVDs in the pile. I pick them up and read some of the cover texts, not that there will be much plot information. I am glad to see, she at least bought some according to my taste. The guys on the covers look around my age and there's no leather or beards.

"Do you know there're all kind of categories when it comes to gay porn," she says enthusiastically and starts to rattle them off.

When I look at one of the covers, I actually recognize the guys from some of the videos I watch on my favorite porn site. They are what Alice just referred to as Twinks - lanky 18-year old boys. I take a closer look at the cover and notice the sealing has been broken.

"Alice how come the sealing is broken on this DVD – is it one of Mike's old ones?"

"Oh… you noticed. Well, let's just say I had to check the quality before I handed them over to you." Her cheeks are completely red and she buries her head in one of my pillows.

I laugh loudly.

"Okay, okay… so what! I actually thought the boys looked hot and wanted to see what I'm missing out on," she says.

"Was it hot then?" I tease.

"Oh you have no idea Edward… it got to a point where I…"

"ALICE! I don't want to know," I scream.

By that time, Jasper returns to the living room. He looks a bit bewildered by our behavior as Alice and I are in the middle of a pillow fight.

"Looks like fun," he says and we both stop, a bit embarrassed about our actions.

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"How did it go I ask him?" on my way over to where he is standing. He looks completely calm, but it could be a façade or chock even. I take his hand and we walk back to my bedroom for some privacy. I signal for Alice to stay in my living room. Jasper and I take a seat on my bed, but he remains silent.

"Please say something… were they mean to you, Angel?" I question him, dreading his answer. I cannot bear for him to feel unloved and unwanted by his parents.

"Oh Edward, I must be the worst judge of character in the world," he finally says.

"What, I don't understand…" I start, but Jasper interrupts me.

"First I failed to realize I'm in love with you, and then I misread your actions and thought you didn't feel the same about me, and now my father…"

"Jasper, I still don't follow you…"

"All this time, I thought my father was a bigot trying to raise me believing homosexuality is wrong. When it was me… I misinterpreted his words all along. He never said he wanted to hurt Peter or that he found him a disgrace for the Whitlock family. He was speaking of my uncle. He dissociates himself from his brother's actions towards Peter and the way he prevents Peter from visiting his sick mum," he says, voice trembling.

"But you said you heard your father saying…"

"I know. I thought he meant Peter was a disgrace. I never heard him say Peter's name, I just assumed he meant him, and not my uncle. See what I mean… about being a bad judge of character. How did I believe my mother would love my father and stay with him if he actually meant those words?" Jasper says in a tearful voice.

"Jasper, you mustn't blame yourself. We all sometimes misinterprets words and actions, I did the same with you, remember?"

"Yeah, but how could I have misjudge my father like that?" Tears start falling down his cheeks.

"Sometimes we just make wrong assumptions… Hey, how did they react to the information about you being gay and having your first boyfriend then?" I smile.

He wipes the tears from his cheeks away with the back of his hand and sniffs before he sighs with relief.

"They're very proud of me for telling them, and they're very happy that we are now more than just friends. They both really like you, you know. I think my mother might have suspected there was more than just friendship between us."

"I am very proud of you too," I say and tell him I will call Esme and Carlisle tomorrow night.

"We already know that Esme knows we're in love, but do you think she has told Carlisle?" he asks.

"Even though I've never meet anyone as close to one another as my aunt and uncle, I don't think Esme has told him anything. She hasn't even heard it from me yet. However, Carlisle knows something's up. I could tell when he drove me to the station in August."

"What about Bella? She's not been very communicative the last few months. I blame it on her crush on Jacob, but do you think she knows about you and me?" Jasper asks.

"I know for a fact she does. I told her I am in love with you on the very first day during my stay this summer. Or rather, she told me. She's a very sweet girl and she helped me get through the summer without you," I reply.

"Okay, that might be the reason why she's not been very nice towards me since you and I did not part on the best of terms," he says and continues. "I'm really sorry I hurt you so much this and last summer, babe. Please believe if I could turn back the time, I would do it all differently."

"We are both to blame, Jaz. I should have told you about my feelings a long time ago instead of being too afraid of losing you as a friend. Let's not dwell with the past. We still have around 24 hours together, and tomorrow we'll talk about how we're going to make this long distance relationship work." I kiss away the remaining tears and grab his hand.

"Come, I want to introduce you properly to Alice."

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When we return to my living room, Alice has risen from the couch and stands impatiently next to it.

"Jasper, I'd like you to meet my best friend Alice, and Alice I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend Jasper," I say as they stand across from each other.

"Very nice to meet you properly Alice," Jasper says and gives her his hand.

Alice takes it and replies, "Oh, it'll be my pleasure to get to know you better, Jasper."

He smiles one of his wide dimpled smiles and I can see Alice is as affected as I am, when he turns on his charm. She takes a close look at his outfit, and notice the bare feet.

"Fuck he's hot," she whispers when she passes me on her way back to where she left her shoulder bag. "Ed, look what I brought," she says while she searches her bag and takes out her Polaroid camera.

Now I recall why she needs such a big bag. Instead of using her cell phone camera, Alice often carries this ancient thing around with her in case she sees a dress or something else she would like to capture, for inspiration later on.

"I remember you said you did not have any photos of Jasper here in London, now you can take some. I think there're five or six sheets left," she continues.

I do not tell her Jasper brought my photo album from Scotland. I can tell her later in the week when I am sure, she drops by to get all the details anyway. I thank her for lending us her camera and kindly but firmly indicates she can leave now.

"Hope very much to see you again Jasper, I think we could be great friends too," she giggles as she packs her bag and put on her coat.

"I hope so," Jasper replies.

I follow her to the front door and she whines, "Oh, you look so cute together. I am so happy for you Edward. I guess Laurent won't be happy about your happy news. Please call me soon, or even better, you can come over to my place? I've got some news too, you see."

I am about to ask what she's referring to, but she just strolls past me saying, "Byeeeee Edward."

I can tell Alice has made an impact on Jasper as well, and I am relieved the two most important people in my life, seem to get along. Fuck, I had forgotten all about Laurent. I had better call him soon, letting him know I now have a boyfriend.

Jasper and I no longer have time for a walkbefore I have to be at my lecture, so we just go to my local super market and buy groceries for tonight's supper. Jasper is going to make his famous Chili con carne since he has at least 2-3 hours to kill before I return. I have never tasted it. Apparently, he learned how to make a mean chili during his stay in Texas.

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When we return from our walk, we unpack the groceries and I ask Jasper one more time if he is okay with me going to the lecture. He nods approvingly.

The Polaroid camera lies on my coffee table and I grab it and tell Jasper I want to take his picture, to bring along with me. I take a close up and he smiles his wide dimpled smile at me. God he is beautiful and all mine. The photo ejects and I place it on the table, waiting for it to develop, as I have seen Alice do so many times. I am very pleased with the result. Now I have the possibility of carrying him around in my pocket all the time. He wants a photo of me too and we change position. I have always been a bit shy having my picture taken, but I will do anything to make Jasper happy, so I pose.

He asks if the camera has a self-release button and I am glad when I see it has one. He indicates for us to sit on my couch, leans back against the armrest and pads the place between his legs. I place the camera on my coffee table on top of some books and look through the lens to focus on Jasper's face. Then I press the release button before I snuggle into his chest. Just before the camera take our picture, he whispers, "I love you, Edward". After the self-release-click, I turn around in his embrace and kiss him, "I love you too, Angel"

The photo ejects and when it is dry, we look at it together. It is the first photo of us as lovers and I can see our passion shining through. We leave the photo on the table and I take the one of Jasper and place it in my laptop sleeve pocket.

It is time for me to leave if I want to make it to the lecture in time. I would rather skip the lecture, but it is an American professor lecturing about Henry James - my favorite American novelist, and I have been looking forward to hear him speak since I saw the announcement.

Being apart for a few hours will be some kind of test of what we are about to experience in a larger scale tomorrow afternoon when Jasper travels back to Scotland. I am already dreading the farewell and separation. I give him a spare key in case he needs to go out shopping for a forgotten ingredient, put on my jacket, grab my bag and give him a hug and a tender kiss.

"See you later, Jaz."

"Can't wait to have you back, babe," he replies and kisses me hungrily.

He follows me to the front door and stays in the opening as I walk down the two flight of stairs. He waves at me from the window, and I am almost about to return to his warm embrace, but I keep on walking to the tube and catch a train to the university. On the ride, I think about all the wonderful things I have experienced with Jasper these last two days. We have declared our love, regained our friendship, had fantastic fooling-around-sex and he has come out to his parents and met Alice. It is hard to believe I was very miserable only a few days ago.

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I find an end seat up front in the auditorium and am happy to see the professor is punctual. The sooner we begin, the sooner I can get out and be home with Jasper. I unpack my laptop to make notes and look at the photo of my boyfriend before the lecture begins. I need to concentrate on the lecture, as I might be writing a comparative essay on Henry James and Oscar Wilde and their homosexuality in the future.

The professor is good, and even though Jasper is on my mind every 10th second, I concentrate on getting some annalistic points written down on my laptop. The professor answers questions from the audience and when the lecture is over, I leave the university as fast as I can.

I am lucky; rush hour has not started when I reach the tube station. I get on the first train and even get a seat. My mind wanders to what Jasper asked me to help him with tonight, and I think I might blush a bit by the images my mind produces. I can certainly feel myself hardening. I place my bag in my lap, so my fellow passengers will not notice my growing problem, and keep thinking about the event until I reach my stop.

It is a bit difficult to exit the train with a hard on, but I think I manage without anyone noticing. Exiting the station, I take two steps at a time, and almost run all the way to my flat. I am not used to running, only some light weight lifting, so I soon find myself out of breath. Maybe it would be a good idea to get in better shape if Jasper and I are going to explore all kinds of physical sex in the future. I should probably buy a treadmill, as I do not really enjoy running in the streets. There is room enough for one in my flat. I also need to look my best now that I have a boyfriend. From now on, the weight lifting and abdominal workout will be a regular exercise too.

I let myself in, and a wonderful smell of Jasper's chili meets me in my hallway. As soon as I close the front door, Jasper comes running towards me and holds me tight against his body.

"God I missed you babe," he says before he claims my lips in a passionate kiss.

"Me too," I say between our heated kiss. He tastes divine of hot chili and Jasper, a mixture I will never get tired of.

"Dinner will be ready in a few and then I can't wait to have you perform what you promised me this morning," he continues and points to the bag from Boots on the sofa table.

Fuck me. I am going to shave my boyfriend's balls tonight!

A/N

*The song I'm referring to, is Dear Prudence by The Beatles.

The book Jasper bought last chapter is actually a present for Edward, so I'll not spoil his surprise by telling you about it just yet.

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Hope you liked this rather long and juicy chapter – I would love to hear your thoughts.

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I'd like to publicly thank the three steady reviewers to my story:

MW3addict: For giving me the first review and liking the boys and their continuous journey.

maryhell: For taking her time to give me advice regarding grammar a few chapters back, and for letting me know how she feels and reacts (lol) while reading my chapters.

TD69: For encouraging me to make Alice a bigger part of this story than planned.

XOXO