A/N: Remember when I said I was going to update twice a day? Yeah.. apparently I'm not good at that. Here's the last update..the end of the filth…for now.

It was early on Sunday morning when Jasper woke to the pleasant sensation of someone running their fingers through his hair. He let his eyes open, glad he was facing away from Carlisle so he could continue to play possum. The longer he could pretend to sleep, the longer he had before they would both have to acknowledge it was Sunday, and Emmett would be home by three.

So Jasper let himself enjoy the feeling of Carlisle's fingers running through his hair and down to his shoulders. The bed shifted, and Jasper squirmed slightly when he felt the other man's breath hot on his neck.

"Are you awake?" Carlisle asked, using his leg to spread Jasper's wide.

"No," Jasper answered, the word cutting off into a whimper as Carlisle's arm slunk low around his waist, cupping him through his pants.

"I think you're lying," Carlisle teased, rubbing him slowly.

Jasper turned in his arms, swallowing hard. "I want…"

"Yes?" Carlisle prompted, his fingers now tracing the curve of Jasper's ass over his clothes.

"I want to see you," Jasper blurted, wishing he didn't sound so much like a fresh faced kid. It was just that he'd never seen another man's dick in person before. Oh, sure. There were those glimpses in locker rooms or urinal stalls, but this was a whole different ball game. "All of you," he clarified.

Literally.

Carlisle put a little space between them, studying Jasper's face carefully. He'd repeatedly made it clear that Jasper didn't have to push himself on Carlisle's behalf.

But Jasper was eager. While it was a little frightening and disorienting, like the very first kiss, everything about touching a man – or having a man touch him – was like having the volume turned up on life.

Or having his eyes wide open for the first time.

He must have seen the certainty in Jasper's eyes, because Carlisle took his shirt off then. Wrapping his fingers around Jasper's wrist, he drew his arm forward, placing the young man's hand on his chest.

Jasper took his time, tracing his fingers over the muscles he'd only felt through Carlisle's shirt. For a forty year old man, he was as fit as his much younger brother. And again, the smattering of hair on his chest when Jasper was used to breasts was different.

Carlisle was silent, watching the younger man and running his hand idly up and down Jasper's back. Occasionally, like when Jasper stroked his fingers across Carlisle's ribcage, the older man's breath would shudder, or he would sigh lightly.

"Up," Jasper requested, tugging on the hemline of Carlisle's pants.

Carlisle's breath caught in his throat, but he lifted his lower body off the bed, letting Jasper slide his pants down.

Of all the things Jasper never could have predicted he would do, gripping another man's cock like he was now – Carlisle's length hot and hard in his hands – was on that list. Carlisle moaned, his fingers stilling on Jasper's back as he visibly struggled to stay still.

Fuck that, Jasper thought. It was high time someone besides him was squirming.

"Fuck," Carlisle hissed, drawing the word out when Jasper's mouth enveloped his cock. "Fuck!" he cried again as Jasper drew him in. "Jesus. Dive right in why don't you?" he moaned.

Of course, Jasper couldn't answer. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, just taking cues from what he knew he liked. He was sure to take more of Carlisle in slowly, not wanting to gag. He wrapped his hand around the base of the other man's shaft, compensating for what he couldn't get in his mouth.

It seemed to be working well enough.

"Are you," Carlisle spoke between pants, "sure…you haven't… done this?"

Jasper laughed around Carlisle's cock, making the older man moan at the vibrations.

Jasper tried to tell himself it was just that Carlisle had been worked up all weekend, but he couldn't help but feel smug when it took only minutes before he was tugging at Jasper's hair urgently. "I'm going to…going to…"

Taking the hint, Jasper released Carlisle's cock from his mouth with a wet pop, still stroking with his hand. He watched, almost fascinated, as ropes of come painted the other man's stomach as he gasped.

Jasper tore off his own shirt to clean Carlisle up, grinning as he watched his chest rise and fall rapidly.

"You seem pleased with yourself," Carlisle noted.

"That wasn't half bad."

Carlisle smiled, propping himself up on his elbows so he could kiss Jasper. "No," he agreed. "Not half bad. For a newbie."

A/N: PS - drabble my ass... If I don't watch it, these fregging horrendous lemons are going to turn into full chapters. GAWD.

PPS - This is gross.

PPSS - Y'all are perverted.

PPPSS - In one of the episodes of Six Feet Under Peter was in, his character was said to have gotten drunk and sucked a dick. I nearly died.

PPPSSS - OMG I WROTE ABOUT CARLISLE'S THROBBING MEMBER... On Bella's birthday... on the day of the last trailer... fuck. THere is a special level of hell reserved for me.