Still on college years.

Jasper was intensely glad he was rooming with Edward. One thing about gay men seemed true; their shower products were far superior. Edward always noticed when Jasper used his soap, but Jasper was used to getting bitched out. The smell always seemed to agree with the ladies and Edward was the one with the trust-fund, and less need to be agreeable with ladies.

He refused too much vanity; but plenty of men would gladly give him shit for using a separate face wash, and moisturising. But his mother had been so concerned at his flaky thirteen-year-old jaw after he'd started shaving, she'd ingrained in him some good habits. He took his time showering, thinking back on the lovely evening he'd had.

He slipped a sudsy hand down over his neck, and his memories of the constant attention Alice had paid the area immediately affected him. The way her little rose-bud mouth kept dragging over his collarbones, how she nuzzled under his chin.

He fisted his dick and got himself done in a few quick jerks. The relief was immediate, but temporary. He scowled - he still had two more goddamn weeks before he could get a proper taste of her.

He soaped up his torso, and shivered as his own cum sluices off of him, as well as the surypy remains of Alice. She'd even gotten the hem of his shirt soaked, which pleased him quite a bit. Not two weeks — just twelve days ….

"Fuckin' Maria," Jasper muttered, and he knew, of all things, that she did it on purpose. Not that he needed convincing to do it raw …. The petty little 'ur gonna have to get tested lol' text was probably her last revenge for his moving up from Texas without telling her. Despite the fact that they'd broken up a month before.

Whatever — they were finished, with quite a few thousand miles between them now. Jasper turned off the water, squishing his spunk properly down the drain with his toe and grabbing for his towel. But it was embarrassing … he felt tainted, and he'd continue feeling disgusting until he was sure the virus was all cleared up.

He padded back to his room, still empty, and threw on a pair of sweats.

Jasper glanced down at his phone, seeing a few messages from facebook. It was Alice. He was quick to flick them open.

GONNA PUT A NEW NOTCH ON MY BELT UNLESS YOU SAY NO

HELLO?

NO NO

The next message was a picture; Alice's pink fingernails holding his belt, now with another hole, a good quarter-foot from where the others stopped. He snorted out a laugh, but he couldn't even be mad. He said he trusted her, after all.

'where 2 put' Alice had written with the picture, showing the belt looped around her bedpost.

'rite here' the next picture showed one of her pillows, tightly belted.

He couldn't be bothered tapping out a reply, he called her instead. Not video, just good old-fashioned talking.

She picked up immediately.

"You took too long!" she trilled, but there was a note of anxiety in her voice. "I probably should have asked to add my notch to the belt."

Jasper hummed, slumping down onto his bed and leaning back on one hand. "All yours to do what you please with," he said, and she giggled.

"Well, that'll just be the first one," Alice told him, "until we can meet up again."

Jasper snorted, but the words definitely rubbed him the wrong way. Just how many notches did she want to add? "How many men are you planning to have?"

Alice's answering laugh made the phone crackle. "You!" she chirped, "then I'll have another orgasm, and it's another notch," she continued, her voice sounding pretty damn satisfied.

Jasper relaxed, and gave a scoff. "That's not what that means," he shook his head, settling onto his bed with a sigh. "The notches are people."

"Yeah, when you get off with someone else."

"Yeah, each time someone new."

"Oh my god, really?" Alice sounded genuinely shocked. Jasper laughed loudly. "Who's got the time? Oh, probably you do, rowdy," her tone turned sly, and Jasper stopped laughing.

"I don't want you thinking I'm in the habit of getting STDs," he said quickly, glad no one else could hear him or see his violent blush. Another wave of humiliation settled over him. "Really, it isn't."

"I believe you," her simple statement calmed him immensely. "But I'm gonna keep teasing you about it — I have two weeks of teasing!"

He certainly wasn't going to be doing anything that'd get him another disease. This is all the ammo she'll ever have. "Have at me." Jasper told her, and he meant it.

"I will, after those two weeks," she reminded him, giving a little hum at the end. Jasper felt a shiver over his arms and a tightening in his belly. Just two weeks.

"What took you so long to reply?" she asked, her tone went from casual to very worried as she added quickly, "Not to be clingy."

He shook his head, though she couldn't see it. He found that he really liked the idea of her missing him already. "I just had to shower. I still had some of you on my belly," Jasper purred, his turn to tease, as Alice gave a short gasp, sounding horrified, and he laughed. "I was all slimy," he continued, and there's a slight rustling sound on her end.

"Stop!" she squealed, "I haven't showered. I like how you smell on me," she explained, completely unprompted.

Jasper felt the words all but sucker-punch his dick. He was shocked, since he really didn't think it would affect him like that. But if it was Alice, he couldn't find it gross.

"I'm not going to admit how much I liked that," he said archly and she laughed.

Her laugh trailed off, and she cleared her throat. "Did you … like it?" she asked, sounding shy, "You didn't get to …."

The fact that he couldn't get off was entirely his own fault. "I did, in the shower."

"Aw, really?" Alice's huff caused the phone to crackle again, and her genuine disappointment made him smile. "Can't you call me next time?"

"If you're good," he responded, and he's very proud of how steady he kept his voice, considering he was plumping up all over again at the thought of her big brown eyes watching his dick avidly.

She gave a muted, excited squeal, and Jasper had to grope himself roughly; it got to him. How excited for him she seemed to be. He kept his hand lightly cupped over his groin, knees spread wide.

"What were you thinking about while you were masturbating?" she asked so fast she's breathless. "That little philly that gave you the clap?"

Jasper rolled his eyes. "That's gonorrhea," he told her, "I was obviously thinking about you."

"Really?" Alice sounded genuinely touched. "You're not just saying that?"

"I was just washing myself, gettin' all soaped up," he drawled, as though to bore her, but he's a little surprised when he heard a short intake of breath. Like she was enjoying the details. "I was washin' my neck, and I couldn't stop thinking about all those sweet little kisses you were giving me."

"Did you wash your balls too?"

"Yeah, I was," Jasper floundered, for a moment, unable to conjure up any sexy-sounding words. "I was workin' my balls and jerkin' my dick, thinking about how sweet your pussy looked," he's emboldened as she whimpered. "How I could see your nipples poking through my shirt," he continued, feeling himself swell up, and he shoved his own hand down his pants.

"Wanna get off with you," Alice whined, and Jasper fisted himself roughly.

"Thinkin' about you baby, ridin' that belt buckle for all you're worth," Jasper grunted, getting distracted by his ministrations, and he grunted as he thumbed over the slit of his dick, feeling his gut clench as he got into a rhythm.

"I am!" Alice gasped, and he can hear the creak of her bed, just like before.

"Right now!?"

He knew his tone was too loud, but the idea of her humping her pillow, grinding on his belt buckle at the idea of his masturbating in the shower … His jerking sped up.

She made a low moan, and Jasper hissed at what the sound did to his dick. "Yeah …." she breathed, and the admission finished him.

"Honey," he grunted as he came, glad that the second time in the same hour didn't leave such a mess on his stomach.

There's a hitching whine from her, and he knew that meant she'd reached her peak too. Jasper reached for the wet wipes he kept in a drawer, and wiped himself off.

"I'm sleepy," Alice's voice was soft and tender, and Jasper felt his chest squeeze up.

But it put him on edge; he didn't like that he was alone in his room, something he always fiercely preferred, and he wished she was here. This wasn't just a plan to hook up after his contagion window closed. He felt like it could be something more.

"Night," he said quickly, and hung up.