A/N: Hello again! This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but the next chapter should make up for it. Also it features some male/male action! Oh yeah, I know you've been waiting for it. Thank you for all of your reviews! I do a little dance whenever I get one!

Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, only the plot is mine.

Chapter 7

EPov

I had barely landed on the bed before Jasper covered my body with his. He trailed kisses down the side of my neck while his hands began working my shirt up, his fingers brushing my exposed skin. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, then pulled mine off. He looked at me, devouring me with his eyes before dipping his head down. His tongue traced the plains of my stomach, and I used ever ounce of control in me not to thrust against him and stay still. Instead I twisted my fingers through his hair, tugging when he reached my nipple and nipped it with his teeth. I wanted to urge him down, I wanted to feel his hot mouth around my cock, but even in my aroused state I knew I would freak out about that later. Instead I did the one thing I knew I wouldn't regret. I pulled his mouth back up to mine, tasting him in my mouth. My hands ran down his sides.

"Jasper," I moaned into his mouth. I grabbed his ass, pressing him against me as I thrust against him. He moaned and rocked his hips against mine.

"Yes, love?" He asked, breathing heavily.

"Can I touch you?"

"Fuck baby, you can do whatever you want," he said. Jasper grabbed my hand and put it on the front of his pants, letting me feel how aroused he was.

I rubbed his erection timidly, but his moan of ecstasy gave me courage. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down over his hips with his boxers. Before I could think I reached out and grabbed his leaking cock. I began to slowly pump him, running the pad of my thumb over the tip. Unable to ignore my needs, I used my other hand to undo my own pants, taking my own erection out.

"Here baby, let me," Jasper said. He grasped my cock, making me almost come right there. He batted my hand away from his cock, encasing both our erections in his hand. I covered his hand with my own, and soon we were thrusting against each other, revealing in the feeling of our cocks against each other. With my free hand I pulled Jaspers mouth back to mine, kissing him with all the passion I was too afraid to tell him.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said. Then he dropped his head onto my neck, nipping on my collarbone. The feel of his teeth on my skin sent me over the edge; several more thrusts and I came, riding my orgasm as Jasper thrust harder against me until he exploded. He collapsed on top of me breathing deeply into the side of my neck.

After his breathing calmed, he got up and went into his bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned me up, tossing the washcloth into the hamper before lying back down on his bed. He pulled himself closer to me and threw his arm across my chest.

"That was… wow," he said.

"Yeah."

"I could get used to that."

"It was one hell of a second date," I said, making him laugh so hard that the bed shook. Jasper propped himself up on his arm and stared down at me.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. I nodded, knowing that I had to get myself out of his bed or else I would be hungry for an entirely different thing. And I knew that Jasper wouldn't refuse.

Jasper got off the bed and pulled his pants on. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I dressed slowly, only now noticing his room. I had seen it when we had walked in here, but I had other things on the mind, so noticing the picture on his bedside table, or the book that was there which was obviously what he was currently reading, or even the fact that it was a fairly clean room for someone not expecting company, had completely missed me.

He cocked an eyebrow at my scrutiny of his room. "I just didn't expect your room to be so clean," I explained.

"Oi, I can have a clean room!" He exclaimed.

"Well I just figured with your shopping technique and easy nature, that you would be a bit messy. Not really messy," I qualified, "just a bit. Maybe some dirty clothes or an unmade bed."

"Have you been thinking about my cleanliness, Mr. Cullen?" he teased.

I blushed, knowing that he completely understood my neurotic nature and was willing to make fun of it, "no," I lied.

"You have, admit it. While I've been dreaming of your moans and wondering what you looked like naked, you've been wondering if I make my bed." He kissed my lips gently, "I guess we both got what we dreamed about today. Now come eat."

"I'm not really in the mood for crackers, Jasper," I said, following him into the kitchen.

"I have more that crackers you ass," he said, glaring at me.

I smiled and jumped up onto the counter, "so what do you have then?"

He looked into his cupboards and pulled out some spaghetti noodles.

"I have spaghetti and sauce. And wine. So we have a proper dinner date," he said. I gave my approval and watched as he began making the pasta. Every once in a while he would walk past me and I would grab him, pulling him between my legs to kiss him deeply.

When dinner was done cooking I took the plates to the kitchen table while Jasper got us each a glass of wine. This meal was much more relaxed than breakfast. I told him about my students, the successes and frustrations, while he expressed the same thing with his students.

"This only goes to show that as far as learning goes, there isn't that big of a distance between a kid and a college students. Without someone teaching them how to learn, frustrating students will always be frustrating students," he said.

"How is your class going?" I asked taking the last sip of my wine.

"It's going really well. I have a great group of students who really interact with me, which makes the class so enjoyable. You know music; it means different things to different people and my students really understand that and apply it to the history of the music. I'm loving the class." Jasper took my plate and I took the wine glasses, bringing them into the kitchen. I looked at the clock on his microwave and noticed that it was already 7pm. I really hoped that I wasn't taking up too much of his time, but I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay here as long as he would let me.

"And are they excited about their final?"

Jasper laughed, "Nervous is more like it. No one likes to present in front of people. It makes it easier that I'll be doing it as well. They really like that idea. One of my students actually asked if they could grade me on my final. I told him 'hell no, that's my job'"

We went into the living room and watched some TV, wrapped in each other's arms. We didn't speak much, which was fine with me because it allowed me time to think.

I didn't regret what we had done. If we had done more, I would have freaked because it would have been too much too soon. I was still getting used to the idea of Jasper and me. I needed time to adjust and feel completely comfortable with the situation.

"Edward," Jasper quietly said.

"Hmm?" I said, too relaxed to actually form words.

"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

I felt my heart stop at his words. I pulled myself away from him so I could look directly into his eyes. He looked nervous and anxious, but most of all there was tenderness. I truly felt that one day it would be just Jasper and me, together and in love, and living out our lives.

I must have been quiet for too long because he began rambling, something I was beginning to notice he did whenever he was nervous.

"I know that it's only been two weeks since we've even met. And I know we've only had two dates, technically one since this date isn't even over. And if you say no I'll completely understand, but I just—"

I kissed him, cutting him off. When we broke, I couldn't bring myself to pull away so I stayed close to him, feeling his lips brush mine as I answered him, "yes. Yes Jasper."

His smile was more beautiful than any symphony I had ever heard.

It was hard to leave Jasper, but I knew that he had work in the morning and I had a 9am lesson. I drove home feeling lighter than I ever had before. I had a boyfriend—a fucking hot boyfriend—who I was completely in love with. Even though I wasn't ready to tell him that yet. Regardless, I was happier than I had ever been and felt the need to tell someone. I tried to fight the urge, rationalising that it was 11pm at night and all my friends would be pissed if I called them at this hour, but my desire won out. Before I knew it, I was waiting for my sister to answer her phone.

"What do you want?" She asked

I ignored her attitude and launched right in to my rambling, "you won't believe what's happened to me. It's wonderful. I can hardly believe it. I'm so excited that I don't even care that I'm gushing!"

"Edward," My sister's tired voice broke through my stream of talking, "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."

"Jasper."

"Jasper? What about him?" Alice finally sounded like she was awake.

"Well, we're kinda… dating." She shrieked into the phone, making me have to hold my phone away from my ear until she stopped.

"I think you may have woken your neighbours," I said.

"I don't fucking care," she yelled, her excitement evident in her voice, "you're dating? Tell me everything."

I told her about first meeting him and the instant attraction between us, but how I tried to push it away and be professional. Alice promptly called me an ass for that. Then I told her about the brief make-out session, the date at the museum and finally, today, leaving out our simultaneous wank.

"Do you love him?" She asked. I paused. A part of me wanted to voice it out loud, feeling that once something had been vocalised and heard, once it had been acknowledge outside of the fleeting thoughts of the mind, that it existed. But I didn't want my sister to be the first to hear it; that belonged to Jasper, so I remained quiet and changed the subject.

"I just wanted you to know because, well, you introduced us."

"You're damn right I did. See, aren't you glad I made him come to you?"

"Made? What do you mean?"

"Well, he was going to have one of the teachers at his school do it. But I insisted that my brother was the best. I knew that he would be perfect for you Edward. He's exactly what you need. I just didn't think it would happen so fast. I was sure you would freak out and repress for months!"

I was a little pissed at my sister's lack of faith in me, but was willing to admit that had it been anyone but Jasper, I would never have done what I had. Alice knew me too well.

"Well, then thank you Alice for introducing us," I said.

"When do I get to meet him? I mean, officially, as your boyfriend?"

"Soon. But not quiet yet, I just want to…" I trailed off, not really knowing how to explain myself. I wasn't ready to share him yet. I wanted to spend all the time I could with him completely alone. Thankfully, my sister often knew me better than myself.

"Fine, be selfish with him. There's nothing to worry about, though. Alec and I won't try to take him away from you."

"You don't know that," I joked, "Alec's never met Jasper and Jasper is quite attractive."

"Hot. Fucking hot. That's the word you're looking for," Alice said, "I assure you though, Alec is entirely straight. Jasper is safe."

"Maybe next week," I relented.

When I got back to my house I got ready for bed starting with showering the dried sweat off me. When I was in the shower I began thinking of Jasper. I remembered how his hand felt on my cock, the way his tongue had licked my chest. I came once more in the shower to the memories of our time together.

When I collapsed on my bed my mind refused to leave Jasper. I wanted him with me, lying beside me. I wanted to feel his arm around me again and I wanted to wake up next to him in the morning.

My earlier thoughts came back to me, and before I fell asleep, into the quietness of my bedroom, I whispered, "I love Jasper Whitlock."

I woke early, immediately going to my piano to write some music. I didn't bother with showering, figuring I couldn't smell too horrible since my shower last night. My sheet music was still on my piano where I had left it the day before.

As I plucked the keys, playing with the tone and tempo of the music, I began to hear something distinctly 'Jasper' in the song. It wasn't a song for him, I would never be that stupidly romantic where I would compose a song for someone, but I couldn't deny that Jasper was still making his way into my music. Little things, like the changing of the base clef tempo would remind me of Jasper's walk, sure and steady. A trill of notes would bring his light chuckle to the forefront of my mind. It wasn't Jasper's song, but still Jasper was present.

I continued composing until my first student arrived. During my lessons I found that I wasn't paying as close attention to the students as usual. Instead I was listening to the songs they would play, dissecting them for chord progressions or rhythms that could inspire my piece. In between students I would bring out my sheet music, making small changes here and there based on what I had thought of in the past half-hour. By the end of my lessons I had composed the piano part. While I waited for Jasper I found my violin and began adding the string layer to the song.

His knocking on my door interrupted me. I briefly toyed with the idea of giving him a key, before deciding that it was too early for that. Instead I would just give him permission to come in without knocking.

I opened the door and was immediately pressed against the wall. Jasper's mouth was on mine; tasting and nipping my bottom lip.

"I missed you," he said when he released me.

"Me too."

"Do we have to have a lesson today? I can think of other things we can do?" He asked, shooting a puppy dog look at me.

"Sure we could," his eyes lit up, but then I continued with a grin on my face, "you'll just have to explain to your students why you suck at your performance. I'm sure they'll understand."

Jasper looked as if he was considering it, but then shook his head, "no, I couldn't stand the embarrassment of sucking. I wanna rock it."

"Well then, we better get started." I kissed him on the lips before walking into the room.

"What were you playing?" He asked, looking at my sheet music.

"It's a piece I'm writing. I finished the piano part today and I was adding a violin part to it."

"Can I hear it?" He asked. I didn't know what to say. On the one hand, I didn't want anyone to hear it. It was too rough, too new. But I wanted to share it with Jasper. The look in his eyes, the hope and genuine curiosity in his voice when he asked, made me want to share this with him.

"It's not completely done." I said, hesitantly.

"I don't care."

I nodded and Jasper got up from the piano bench and sat in my chair. I sat down and pulled the music out of the pile.

"Just a few measures." I started at the beginning, and slowly became enraptured by the music. I let my insecurity at how rough it was slip away and lost myself to the music. When I finished, I had played the whole piece for him. The room was quiet save for the resonance of the last chords in the air.

Jasper took my hands in his and placed light kisses on each of the fingers.

"That was beautiful. I couldn't possibly explain how proud I am that my boyfriend could create something so wonderful. These fingers that have touched me, loved me, can create beauty."

I blushed, "Wow, that's really mushy. I didn't know you could get that sentimental."

"Fuck you," he retorted.

I laughed before kissing him, "thank you. I've never played my music for anyone and I'm glad you were the first. Now it's time to switch." Jasper pouted, but took his seat at the piano bench.

"Now," I said, "show me your mad skills at the scales."

Jasper impressed me with the progress he had made. I knew that he was catching on quick, but he was able to play every piece and scale perfectly. I moved him up to harder songs that would make him work on his fingering.

The lesson ended quickly, and we both went to my couch to spend more time with each other. Our conversation was only interrupted by the occasional kiss. And only a few of those kisses got out of hand.

"I meant to tell you," I said, during one of the moments when we were not lip-locked, "you can just come in now. You don't have to knock. I'll keep the door unlocked for you."

"Good. Now I can sneak up on you when you aren't expecting it. What do you do when you're waiting for me to arrive, Mr. Cullen?" He brought his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for another kiss. I resisted the urge to deepen it when he ran his tongue across my lips, asking for entrance.

"I guess you're just going to have to find that out for yourself aren't you Professor Whitlock," I said, moving my head to kiss his neck. His moan startled me though, and I pulled back wondering what I had done wrong.

"Call me that again," he said, his voice thick with lust. I tried to remember what I had said, before it hit me. I smirked.

"Call you what, professor?" I purred into his ear.

"Fuck," he said before kissing me again, pushing his tongue between my lips and sweeping into my mouth. We kissed for several more minutes, letting our hands roam and knead where they wanted.

"I need to go love, I have a 7am meeting tomorrow," he said.

"No you don't," I muttered, pulling him in for another kiss.

"I don't want to go, but I need to go. If I don't, I'll never leave."

"So don't leave," I said, rubbing his erection to convince him to stay. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

"I want nothing more than to stay, love. But I know you. You'll think it through, you'll wonder if it's too soon, and you may be right. It may be too soon and I don't want to give you any excuse to run away from me. You're mine now and I won't let you get away. Even if you put up a fight."

He got up and straightened out his clothes, "I'll see you tomorrow."

I watched his car pull away and immediately wished he was back with me. I wasn't sure when I would feel completely comfortable with him, but I hoped it was really soon. When I finally lost sight of his car I closed the door and went back to the music room.

I spent the rest of the night playing the violin until the early morning when I was too tired to properly hold the bow. Before I went to bed I pictured Jasper in my mind. I whispered my love to the room again, and dreamed of a time when I would have the balls to tell him to his face.

Was it good? I'll admit, the book I'm writing has no need for a sex scene, so I don't get a lot of experience writing them (and by that I mean no experience).

See you soon! ~AJ Kelly