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Chapter Fourteen

JPOV

"Shut the fuck up Whitlock, and listen. 'Cause I've got some shit to say, and you better sit there and fucking take it in."

Edward's tone left no room for argument, and I froze under his gaze. The fire behind his jade green eyes made something inside me stir, and I pushed the feeling down and tried to focus on what could potentially be a disastrous confrontation.

"I don't even know what to say to you right now Jasper." Edward ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up in all directions, a habit he and I shared. "I mean, how fucking dare you, for starters."

I don't think I could've made my voice-box work even if he had wanted my input, but the confused look on my face seemed to speak for itself.

"Don't fucking give me that look. How dare you just fucking kiss me then decide that you don't want anything to do with me. Fuck you Jasper." Edward wasn't yelling just yet, but the venom in his voice indicated that he probably wasn't far off it. Some part of me registered just how much he was swearing, a trait that was more usual of me than him. Edward swore, but only on occasion or when he was worked up, like now for instance. I was more the one with the mouth of a sailor, living in the same house as Emmett and all.

"I don't not want anything to do with you." My voice was small, but I managed to get it out. I couldn't, however, meet his gaze.

"Oh really?" Edward asked incredulously. "Is that why you left my house in the middle of the night without telling me? Is that why you haven't spoken a word to me in nearly three weeks? Is that why you've avoided me every chance you got? If that's you wanting to still be my friend then you have a really fucked up way of showing it."

"I just didn't want to hurt you." I was staring intently at a lose thread on my bedspread, trying not to show that fact that it was getting harder and harder for me to breathe the louder he got.

"Well you did, so congratu-fucking-lations Jasper! I thought that after the party we would at least be able to talk about what happened. I didn't expect you to just automatically be okay with everything, but I didn't expect you to be so homophobic that you'd freak and not talk to faggotty Edward ever again, because that's the real reason isn't it? You're just like everyone else, you're okay with pretending everything's fine, but the second it hits too close to home, you run."

"That's not true!" Edward's words hit me as if he had walked across the room and gut punched me. I'm not gonna lie, it fucking hurt to know that's what he thought of me.

"Then what is Jasper? Why that fuck have you been avoiding me, other than you're scared the gay might rub off, or that I'll try to have my way with you, huh?" I couldn't help but flinch at the last part, and If Edward noticed he didn't show it. I could see the shining of tears starting in his eyes, and I now understood why. He thought I left that night because he's gay, and that's the reason I have been avoiding him. He thinks I'm just another bigoted asshole, one that's been lying to him this whole time.

"It's because you're better off without me, Edward!" Suddenly I was on my feet in front of him, my fear of confrontation be damned. "This is the kind of bullshit I put you through and it's not fucking fair on you."

"Stop trying to tell me what's fair on me! Fuck, you hate it when people take pity on you, but you're doing the same thing to me. Oh, poor Edward, he has to put up with his best friend. You're a fucking moron if you can't get it through your head that I am here because I want to be. You're not a task Jasper, you're my friend."

Edward's words faltered my resolve a little, and standing there, with only a foot of space between us, the electricity in the room was palpable. I took a deep breath and lowered my voice back to a normal level, "I don't want to put you through anymore than I already do. Being my friend is one thing, but that kiss…" I dropped my gaze back to the ground as my voice cracked, "that's a whole other thing."

"I know Jasper, I was there."

I took a step backwards and sat on the edge of my bed and buried my face in my hands. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"Well you did a pretty shitty job of it."

"I did, I didn't I." I felt the bed shift as Edward came to sit beside me. "I'm real sorry Ed, I fucked up."

"I really wish you'd stop saying that Jazz." Edward's voice had lost all traces of anger, and was now a soothing tone that helped to put my racing thoughts at ease. I lifted my face from my hands and looked over at my friend. Edward was regarding me with an expression that I couldn't place, and our sudden proximity made it hard to breathe, a sensation I never thought I would enjoy.

"Edward," I had to swallow the lump in my throat to get the words out, "about that kiss-"

"Do you regret it?" There was a hint of desperation lacing his voice as he cut me off.

"No, I really don't." It was the honest truth, I didn't regret kissing him – I regretted acting like a dick afterwards, but I didn't want to forget that night.

"Jasper…" Edward seemed unsure of what he wanted to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He was so close beside me; I would actually be surprised if he couldn't hear my pounding heartbeat.

"Yeah?" Holy shit his eyes were green. So fucking green that I couldn't tear my gaze away from his, and I couldn't understand how I had never looked at him like this before. I mean really looked at him, taken in every tiny detail of his face, the tiny flecks of gold around his pupils, the hard line of his jaw, and the fullness of his lips. He was so beautiful, and I was so stupid for not seeing it.

"Can I kiss you?" My breath caught at his words. With our faces only inches apart, I nodded my head just enough to let him know that this was what I wanted, so badly that it hurt.

Edward hesitated for only a second before he closed the already minimal space between us, pressing his lips ever so slightly against mine. The kiss was chaste and only lasted a few seconds, but within it was everything that neither of us was able to put into words. Edward was the one to break away, but he immediately made up for the loss of contact my cupping my jaw and leaning his forehead against mine.

His eyes were still closed when he spoke, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I mean, every time-'

"-Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up and kiss me again."

He gave me a crooked smile and laced his fingers through my hair, pulling me to him once again. I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through me as our lips met again, though it only seemed to encourage Edward. The kiss was slow and languid, with no sense of urgency. We had all the time in the world, and nothing outside of this moment mattered. I had time to savor the feeling, unlike our first kiss, which, while full of heated passion, seemed incomparable to this. I let my mind drift as I thought about just how soft his lips were, yet still firm in the best way.

I didn't have much experience when it came to kissing someone, having only dated Jessica Stanley for two months. She and I were never really that into each other, our 'relationship' had been more for appearance sakes than anything else, her the peppy popular girl, and me the mysterious new kid. Suffice to say she had gotten bored of me as soon as she found out I was less mysterious, and more introverted. As a result, our physical interactions had been few and far between, and barely made it past a chaste kiss now and then. But this, with Edward right now was more than I'd ever done, and at seventeen, with little to no experience, I had to admit, it was a little intimidating to be kissing Edward. Though he had never had a 'steady boyfriend', he and Jacob Black as far as I know had fooled around from time to time, though I didn't actually know how far they had gone.

"Jazz?" Edward's voice interrupted my thoughts as he broke our kiss. "You're over-thinking this, aren't you?" He raised an eyebrow and leant back to look at me. He slid his hand out of my hair, down my arm to thread his fingers through mine.

It took me a few seconds to process what he had said because I was staring at where our hands met, his fingers interlaced around mine. The gesture was so simple and small, but it was powerful. "Me, over-thinking things? Never."

Edward gave a small smile, "Love, I want you to want this. Don't over analyse, just tell me what you want, right at this second."

"I want you."

"But?" He knew me too well, though I'm pretty sure anyone could've looked at me and seen the fear in my face. I needed to reassure him that this was what I wanted. I'd fucked him around long enough, now it was time to man up and see this through.

"But, I'm scared, I guess. I dunno. This is big. Isn't it?" I tentatively squeezed his fingers between mine, hoping to reassure him.

"Yeah, I guess it is. But it doesn't have to be scary; we can take things as slow as you want Jazz. I just really want you to be okay with this."

"I am. I think." I furrowed my brow at my uncertain sounding words, "No, I am. I am okay with this. I want you Edward, I do."

Edward leant forward to press a kiss to my lips again. God, I don't think I'm ever going to get sick of that.

"That's great, because I want you too. Probably more than you know actually. But I need you to promise me one thing?" The look in his eyes was serious, and it snapped me out of my wistfulness. "This can't just be some experimental thing for you. It just can't. I can't handle that."

Now it was my turn to lean in and kiss him. I pulled back to look into his eyes, "Edward, the way I feel about you… fuck, I don't know what this is, but I know that I don't see it going away anytime soon. You're my best friend, but this is more than that. I want you, all of you, and I don't want to ever stop wanting you-"

I cut off by Edward's mouth on mine yet again. Not that I was complaining, I was quickly getting used to the feeling of his lips against mine, and I prayed to whoever might be listening that I would never have to go another day without it. Edward leant further into the kiss; with one hand in my hair and the other gripping the front of my shirt, he pulled me impossibly closer. Our lips moved in sync with each other as my hand moved to cup his face, I could feel the hard line of his jaw moving in time with my own. Edward's mouth opened further, and I couldn't help but tense when I felt his tongue run the line of my bottom lip.

Feeling my hesitation, Edward broke away and moved to pepper kisses along my jaw line, continuing along to my neck, stopping only briefly to whisper in my ear, "Don't think."

I tried to heed his advice and shut my brain off, focusing instead on the feeling of his lips on my neck. When his tongue slid over my pulse point a moan escaped my mouth without my permission, and I froze, embarrassed. Edward didn't even falter; instead he increased his ministrations on my neck. He was making me fucking melt and he'd only gotten to my neck. Holy shit.

Just as I threaded my fingers through his auburn hair, trying to convey the level of amazing he was making he feel, Edward placed his hand on my chest and gently pushed my back onto the bed so he was lying over me, his weight supported on one arm. The look in his eyes was asking me if this was okay, when I nodded he crushed his mouth back to mine. Our mouths moved together like before, but this time when I felt Edward's tongue sweep over my bottom lip, I steadied myself and opened to allow him access. Edward's tongue began exploring my mouth and I couldn't hold in the moan that built up in the back of my throat as my tongue joined his.

Edward had moved so his legs were on either side of me holding himself up, effectively straddling me, minus the lower body contact. Part of me was grateful for that, while the other part of me wanted every part of him touching me in every way. The former thought won out, reasoning that it would be easier for me not to freak out if I could just focus on his mouth.

And his hands, my God his hands. They had abandoned my hair when we changed position, and were now running up my neck and across my chest. His touch, even though the material of my shirt was doing wonders to me, and I had the sudden need to feel his chest myself. In a moment of sheer coordination that I while be proud of until the day I die, I somehow managed to flip Edward over, switching our position so I was the one on top of him. The startled look on Edward's face cemented the fact that he had thought he had been taking the lead. Now it was my turn.

Before I could lose my nerve, I leant down over him to bring my lips to his neck, mirroring his actions from before. Now, I had always thought Edward had just had a ticklish neck, but turns out it's sensitive in a whole other way, because in practically seconds I had him writhing under me. I have to admit, I was pretty proud of myself when I heard him whimper as I ran my tongue over his pulse. He fucking whimpered. Go me.

Feeling brave, I ran my hands down his chest over his maroon t-shirt down to the hem and back up again. Edward was either too distracted to notice, or didn't care, so I repeated the motion, this time toying with the hem and slipping my finger tips underneath to the skin of his stomach. Edward's breath hitched noticeably when I slid my open palms upwards under his shirt, feeling his abs contract at my touch. As much as I was thoroughly enjoying watching his reactions, I really wanted him out of his shirt. I made this known by lifting it up his chest and telling him 'off', to which he complied immediately, throwing it onto the floor beside the bed.

Before, when I realised just how much I'd missed when I looked at Edward's face, I didn't even consider how much more I was missing. I had to take a minute to fully drink him in, his alabaster skin lying under me, my tanned hands smoothing over his chest, the contrast all too evident. Edward was silently watching me watch him, his eyes showing a rare flicker of nervousness as I regarded his naked chest. He had absolutely nothing to worry about – he was fucking amazing. I told him as much between placing small kisses along the line of his collarbone.

"So fucking beautiful."

I couldn't stop myself from tasting his body even if I wanted to. I wished that I could just stay here forever, peppering his body with kisses until every available piece of skin was covered. Edward was making the most amazing noises as I started to kiss his chest, occasionally flicking my tongue out to taste his skin. When I reached his nipple, Edward let out a rush of breath and secured his fingers in my hair. Taking this as encouragement, I flicked my tongue out again, and was rewarded with a moan. I began to circle his nipple with my tongue just Edward put a hand on my shoulder to push me back. I moved off him, thinking that I must have misread his response and done something wrong.

"Jasper, I- I think we should stop." Edward's voice was breathy as he moved to sit up against the headboard.

"Oh, okay." I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice. I thought I was doing well, but I must have read him wrong.

"No, love, it's not that you weren't doing a good job. Because trust me, you fucking were. It's just, if you kept at it, I wasn't going to be able to stop myself." Edward ran a hand through his now total sex hair – courteously of yours truly, high-five Jasper – and leant over on the bed to pick up his shirt from the floor before slipping it over his head.

I was disappointed to see his skin covered again, but relieved that he said I was doing a good job. And also a tiny bit scared completely shitless at his implication. Not that the idea of sex with Edward wasn't appealing in theory, it was just that the whole concept of sex as a whole was an honest to God literal nightmare to me. Edward must have seen the panic on my face and was quick to reassure me.

"Jazz, relax. I wasn't suggesting anything – just a bad choice of words, promise. You don't need to think about anything like that until when or if you feel ready, okay? Anything and everything we might do goes at your pace." He pulled me by the hand to sit beside him and put an arm around me. I immediately leant into his embrace, surprised at just how normal and right it felt to be here. I felt Edward's lips against my hair as I wrapped my arm around his waist, content just to be close to him like this.

Edward had held me in a similar way numerous times before, but those time had all been in an effort to keep me from an all out mental breakdown in one form or another. To be in his arms like this, relishing in the company of one another was just about the most amazing thing I had felt in a long time.

"Hey Edward?" I peaked my head out from his chest here it was resting.

"Yeah?"

"I don't want you to freak out, but I think I might be gay."

"Oh really, you think?" Edward smirked at me and leant in to peck me on the lips. "Hey, Jasper," he repeated.

"Hmm?"

"I haven't told you yet, but there's this guy I kinda like. I think I'm gonna ask him out."

My pulse sped up at his words, and I bit my lip to stop a grin. "Oh?"

"Yeah, what do you reckon he'll say?" Edward was giving me that crooked grin I had subconsciously grown to love.

"I don't know, I guess you'll have to ask him."

"Alright. Jasper, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Um, well, I dunno…" I pretended to mull it over, before Edward smacked my shoulder in mock-frustration. "Okay, okay. Sure, why not." As soon as I said it, I couldn't stop the massive grin that broke out on my face, one that Edward mirrored with the same enthusiasm.

I was only barely able to stop smiling long enough in order to kiss my boyfriend on his stupid adorable mouth.

A/N

Let me be the first to say, YAYAYAY! Finally!

Anyway, I just want to say that this is my first time writing these type of 'physical' scenes, so feedback would be muchly appreciated!

Also, side note – after the last time I updated, I received a few anonymous reviews from some mob calling themselves 'bad fic bingo' -or some shit, I don't remember – kindly informing me of the appalling state of my writing, claiming that I had already filled in a number of their boxes (they didn't enlighten me as to which or what for). And I really just want to say that I will accept that challenge. I fucking love bingo and I wanna win. Do I get a prize? I hope so.

So thank you to those of you who are nice enough to keep reading/reviewing/favouriting my terrible, awful writing. It means a lot, it truly does.

Until next time x