A/N: Hello Everyone! I'm back for another chapter. As usual, I'm sorry about not replying to reviews. But I did read each and every one and I just have to say a giant THANK YOU to all of you! That there are so many people who read and enjoy this story still blows my mind. So here, for all of you, is a brand new chapter. Enjoy!

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

Chapter 13

EPov

"When we get back from this, I'm breaking up with you," I said without any humour in my voice. I was pissed and embarrassed and at the moment, only Jasper was here for me to take it out on. Not that he seemed to take me seriously.

Jasper's laughter in the seat next to me was doing nothing to relieve my mood. "I'm serious," I said.

"Of course you are, love." Jasper seemed amused by my humiliation, which deepened my gloomy mood.

It had been a perfect trip. The flight was filled by Jasper telling me about his family and by touchdown, I knew all about his parents, his sister and her family, who to talk to, and which family members to watch out for. After I repeated all the information back to him – ensuring that I remembered it all – he proclaimed me a Whitlock family expert, and said I was ready for Texas.

Too bad for me he didn't anticipate meeting Peter.

We had to stop for gas at the small town's gas station before getting to the hotel. While I sat in the car soaking in the warm Texas air, Jasper got out to pay the bill and grab a soda. He was gone for a really long time, and after a while I got out to see what was holding him up.

I walked into the gas station and saw Jasper leaning up against the counter laughing at something the guy behind the counter was saying.

"… So then the fucker fell out of the damn tree, got up, hobbled around, and fell face first into the fence. His face is still fuckin' skinned."

"Yeah, well Craig always was risky drunk," Jasper said, "You never knew what bone he was going to break. And he always climbed things. Scared as hell of heights when he was sober, but get a bit of alcohol in him, and he just wanted to climb everything in sight."

"Clearly, he's still the same," the man said. I held back, debating on whether to go to them or not. I didn't want Jasper to think I was trying to move him along, or even that I needed to be part of the conversation. I was just about to head back to the car when I heard Jasper's sweet voice call out for me.

"Hey, Edward, come here." I walked up to them and stood next to Jasper, smiling at the man behind the counter. Jasper took my hand, and grinned proudly at me. My heart swelled at the sight of him, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Edward, this is Peter, an old friend. Peter, this is my boyfriend, Edward."

"You finally got yourself a boyfriend, huh?" Peter smirked at me, and immediately I knew that I would regret not going back to the car.

"Fuck off, Pete," Jasper laughed. But Peter's eyes were full of mischief, and I didn't trust him.

"It's nice to meet you," I said.

"Oh yeah, it's nice to meet you too," Peter said, "You here for the Whitlock party, right?"

Nodding, I said, "Yeah, it'll be interesting."

"Interesting?" Peter barked, "It'll be fucking crazy. Leave now man. Run as far as you fuckin' can. I'd rather walked through town buck ass naked through a tornado than go to a Whitlock family party. Run, don't stop until you get out of Texas, then make Jasper call you when he gets home."

"They may be crazy, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it," I said.

"Well, just make sure you have a be-line to the bathroom in case you need to cry and curl into the foetal position in a corner."

I was at a loss for what I could say to that comment so I said the only thing I could think of, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Hey, you two," Jasper exclaimed, "don't call my family… wait. I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

"Of course he's being sarcastic. But I'd be fucking terrified, man." Peter said.

"Don't listen to him," Jasper said. He took my hand and pulled me closer to him, "They might be intense, but they'll love you. Don't worry."

"I'm not," I assured him.

Peter looked back and forth between Jasper and me. And when he opened his mouth, he ruined my day. "So Edward, you're letting Jasper fuck you a lot right?"

"Peter!" Jasper reached across the counter and tried to hit Peter, but he managed to dodge Jasper's hand.

"I'm just looking out for my boy!" Peter yelled. He leaned across the counter and looked right at me, "This is a small town. Far as I know, Jasper was the only gay kid in town and he didn't even have a car to go into the city. He had to go through his entire adolescence without getting laid. I just wanna make sure you're letting him make up for it. If he had just given in and tried girls…"

"Gross," Jasper muttered.

"Yeah, well," I stammered, not quite knowing what to. No way in hell was I telling Peter that we had only started having sex a week ago.

"Just treat him well," he said. I just knew my face was bright red and I wanted to sink into the floor. "So who's top? That's how it works right? Or is it twinks and bears? Honestly, all I really know about being gay is what I learned from TV."

"Okay, we're leaving now," Jasper grabbed my hand and started pulled me out of the gas station.

"Hey, Jazz, don't act like that," Peter laughed behind us. Jasper gave him the finger, but I could see a smile on his face at his friend's antics.

We got in the car and after my initial outburst vowing that I would leave Jasper purely from humiliation, Jasper looked over at me, "Don't listen to him, Edward. Pete's always been annoying. He just wants to embarrass you."

I hummed, unable to talk while I processed my thoughts. It wasn't that I was embarrassed – well, I was, but that was beside the point – but what really worried me was if everyone else I met would be so intrusive. Jasper didn't care about anything and seemed to have no shame. I hadn't thought of it before, but now I was worried that this was a family characteristic and this entire weekend would be one mortification after another.

My family never talked about relationships. I mostly talked to my dad about my job. Alice occasionally was able to get personal details out of me, but for the most part I tried to always keep her talking about herself. I wasn't used to having people asking me intimate details about my life. But if I had to get over that for Jasper's family, then I would try. I just didn't want Jasper's family to see me as stiff or guarded.

The desire I had for the Whitlock's to like me was ridiculous. I had always prided myself on being someone who didn't care about what others thought of me. But I knew that I needed Jasper's family to approve of me. If they didn't… I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to think about what Jasper would do if his family didn't like me.

"Hey," Jasper said, reaching over to place a hand on my thigh, "no one else will be like him, I promise." He squeezed lightly, trying to reassure me, but I wasn't convinced.

"No one?"

A guilty grin spread across Jasper's face, "okay, fine, there might be some issues with Emmett. He's, well, a lot like Peter. But don't worry; if he lays into you I'll talk to Rosie. She'll put him in his place."

"As long as no one asks about our sex life again."

Jasper was quiet, focussing on his driving, as he considered what I said. "I'll talk to Rosie when they get here," he said. Perfect, looks like Emmett will humiliate me as well.

We arrived at the hotel about twenty minutes later. It was small and only one level. From what I could tell there were only fifteen or so rooms, and I knew that by the end of tomorrow each of those rooms would be occupied by a member of Jasper's family.

We brought our bags into the lobby and Jasper went to the reception desk to get our room. I looked out the front window at the small town. It was filled with small houses, private restaurants and businesses, and a church. I had never lived in a small town. I had grown up in a house in the suburbs, and when my mom died, we moved to a smaller apartment in the city.

I often found myself longing for the small town life. There was something appealing about the calm way of life that I had always wanted. I loved the city, but someday I dreamed of getting away and calming down. It was the reason I had bought a house. I certainly didn't need all that room to myself, but I wanted somewhere I could get away and calm down. Someday, though, I hoped to share my house with Jasper.

I hadn't told him yet. In many ways it was too soon for me to suggest that he move in or even mention the possibility. But when the time came, I felt confident that he would be willing to give up his apartment with its horrible 60's style bathroom to come live with me. And I knew I would ask him. I was already getting to the point that I missed him on the few nights he wasn't able to stay over at my house.

"Ready to go?" Jasper asked behind me.

"Yes," I said. I turned around to grab my bag and followed Jasper outside.

"I always get this room," Jasper winked conspiratorially at me, though I wasn't sure what we were conspiring about, "It's smaller than some of the others, but it has the best TV, and since it's on the corner you get the wind coming off the fields." He led me to the last room on the row and opened the door.

The room was… nice. There was a bed and a bathroom in the back with the promised TV on the wall. But the room was so small. It would be fine if it was just him, but I didn't understand why Jasper would want to stay in here with two people.

I threw my bag on the floor and went to check out the bed. I bounced on it a little and grinned up at Jasper. Instantly he was in front of me, pressing me down onto the bed. He covered my lips with his, kissing me deeply.

"I know the room's small," Jasper said. He straddled my hips, barely brushing my hardening cock. "But I'm not done explaining its benefits yet. You see, love," he lightly thrust himself against me, "since it's on the end, there are only people on one side of us. And that room also has a regular Whitlock occupant. My aunt and uncle like the view from that room's window. And both of them snore. Loud."

"And why is that good?" I tried to make my voice nonchalant, but I wasn't able to hide the lust.

"That is good, my love, because I can do this," he thrust roughly against me, the friction of his body and my jeans causing me to moan loudly.

"Fuck," I moaned. I buried my fingers in his curls and dragged his mouth to mine so I could taste him.

He tore his mouth away from mine, "Exactly. And so long as you keep your beautiful moans at a respectable volume, no one will know the difference."

Yes, that was exactly what I wanted. I didn't want to go five days without touching Jasper, without hearing him moan my name when he came. I would certainly put up with a small room and snoring, if it meant I could be with Jasper without worry of others hearing.

I gripped his hips, pulling him down to buck against me. I was rewarded with a nip of Jasper's teeth before he pulled away.

"Not now love, though I desperately want to. I promised my mom we'd be over for dinner. I thought you might want to meet my parents without everyone around." I growled and tried to flip him over so he would be trapped beneath me, but Jasper slid to the side and sat up. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "Well?"

I huffed and sat up, adjusting myself. "I suppose." I wanted him desperately, but I had to agree that it would be easier to meet his parents for the first time if I wasn't also trying to meet the entire extended family. So Jasper won this round. But as I went into the bathroom before leaving, I vowed that he would make it up to me later.

"Let's go," I said.

"Wait," Jasper grabbed my hand and stood in front of me, "are you ready? Because if you want a night to adjust, you can have it. I'll call my mom and tell her that we're too tired or something."

Jasper was too good for me. He was always willing to put me first, and every time he did it made me love him even more. I was terrified to meet his parents, but I knew that Jasper would be there with me. Hopefully he wouldn't let me embarrass myself too much.

I took his face in both my hands and kissed him, "I'm ready. Just don't let me say anything stupid."

Jasper gasped, "Me? I would never do that. Besides, chances are greater that I'll be more embarrassed by tonight than you will. I know that parents showing naked baby pictures is a cliché joke, but it's a very realistic possibility. I'm sorry in advance."

"I don't know. I bet you were a cute baby. Besides, it's not like it's something I haven't seen before."

"Look who gets cheeky when he's confident. You're lucky you're dead sexy, otherwise I might have to teach you a lesson." Jasper smacked my ass to emphasis his point. He started to walk out the door when I grabbed his hand to stop him and pull him back to me.

"What do I have to do to earn that lesson tonight, Professor Whitlock?" I knew what it did to him when I called him that. I was pretty sure that someday he was going to make me role-play with that name. His breath caught in his throat and he angled his head toward me. The look he gave me was pure lust.

"You're not going to do this before we see my parents," Jasper whispered, though I could hear the pleading in his voice, "You can't. If you do this, how will I be able to sit through dinner without wanting to hoist you up on the table?"

I grinned and pulled him in for a kiss, making sure it was light and casual. Just before I broke the kiss, though, I gave his bottom lip a quick nip, then pulled away and raced out the door. I chuckled to myself when I heard Jasper muttering under his breath.

"What's that Jasper?" I asked. I tried to stifle my amusement, but the glare I got from Jasper just made me laugh.

"Shut up."

We got to Jasper's parents a lot faster than I was ready for. I had continued to tease Jasper throughout the drive, and Jasper bantered back at me. I had a feeling that he was only playing into it to keep my mind off dinner, but it worked.

Though, standing outside Jasper's family's home, the home where Jasper grew up, I wished there was more he could do. The house was a white two-story with a porch and swing in the front. Off to the side was all farmland, and beyond that a gathering of trees. There was nothing special about it, but I could really see Jasper growing up here. Something about the modesty of the house and the wildness of the open farmland seemed to fit my Jasper to a tee.

"Are you ready?" Jasper asked. I hesitated for a second. Now that I was here, I found myself anxious to meet his parents. But I just had to take one final moment to compose myself. After a deep breath I took Jasper's hand and followed him up the porch.

When the door opened I found myself looking at the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Every feature I loved about Jasper, from his blonde curls to his bright blue eyes, were present in his mother. Her smile, which was bright and wide, was directed right at me.

"Mama!" Jasper exclaimed. He opened his arms to hug his mother, but she sidestepped him and walked straight towards me. I saw Jasper's amused frown, but I was too focussed on his mother in front of me.

"Edward?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am. It's nice to meet you." I stiffly held out my hand to shake hers, but instead she encompassed me in a tight hug. It had been so long since I had received a motherly hug that I immediately responded to it, wrapping my arms around her.

"It's nice to meet you too dear. I've wanted to meet you ever since Jasper told me about you. Thank you for puttin' that smile on my baby boy's face." She pulled out from my arms, and kissed my cheek, "Now, lets get some food in you boys. You must be starvin'."

"Mama, what about me? Edward gets a hug but not me?" Jasper whined.

His mother pretended to consider it, the laughed gleefully and launched herself into his arms, "Oh Jasper, I'm so glad you're here. I don't like only seeing my baby boy a few times a year. You need to come back more often."

"Yes mama," Jasper chucked and kissed her cheek, "Where's dad?"

"Inside. Now come on. I've got a chicken in the oven and it should be almost done." Jasper took my hand and we followed her into the kitchen.

"You have a wonderful house, Mrs. Whitlock," I said. Again I could perfectly see Jasper growing up in this house. It was modestly decorated and homey. It was the perfect country home and I was envious of Jasper for growing up here.

"Oh darling, call me Diane. Thank you, it's not much, but we like it. Now boys, I'm so glad you're both here. Edward I can't wait to get to know you this weekend. But you both need to get the hell out of my kitchen. I'll call you when dinner's done. Go see your father. I think he's watching TV in the living room."

"Mama doesn't like people in the kitchen when she cooks," Jasper explained in a loud whisper so his mother could hear him teasing her, "See, I'd never tell her this, but she's a nervous cook. She doesn't like when people watch her."

She turned around and fixed Jasper with a piercing glare – another thing Jasper must have gotten from her – and swatted him over the back of the head, "you keep that up and you won't get dinner. I'll feed Edward your food. He's a bit too skinny anyway," She looked me up and down, "you could use some meat on your bones, dear."

"I think he's perfect, mama," Jasper said. He put his arm around my waist, and I got the impression that he was jokingly protecting me from Diane's mothering.

"We'll see. Now, out!"

Jasper laughed, "Fine, fine, we're going. We'll distract dad from his TV instead." He led me down the hall and into the living room.

Jasper's father was sitting in a recliner chair completely immersed in the TV. His father gave Jasper his bone structure was my first thought upon meeting Milton. My next thought was that I hope his baldness wasn't hereditary. I wanted to card my fingers through Jasper's hair for the rest of our lives; I didn't want him losing it anytime soon.

Introductions with Milton were less stressful than with Diane. He shook my hand, then told me to have a sit and stay quiet until a commercial. As soon as the program ended he turned to me.

"So Jasper tells me you're a composer?"

"Trying to be," I clarified, "I teach private piano lessons."

"What do you compose?" Milton asked.

"Mostly orchestral works and some piano pieces. I'm still working on it."

"But Edward's entered a composer competition, so he's on his way," Jasper said proudly.

"We don't know that I'll win." I really didn't want to talk about this with Jasper's father in the room. Unleashing all my insecurities during the first meeting wasn't my idea of a good time.

"All that's important is that you try, son, " Milton said, "I do a bit of playin' myself, so I know what it's like."

"Really, Jasper didn't tell me. What do you play?" I asked, thrilled there was something I had in common with Milton that we could talk about.

"Guitar. I taught Jasper when he was a boy. Used to play with my friends, but then we got old and it just became embarrassing," he chuckled.

"Dad, it wasn't embarrassing because you were old. It was embarrassing because you sucked. Edward has actual talent. You were working under the impression that just because Bob Dylan and countless other singers get away with unique and sometimes annoying voices, that meant you could."

"Wait, what do you have against Dylan?" I asked, earning an adamant agreement from Milton.

"Nothing, I love Dylan," Jasper tried to defend himself, "but you have to admit that in some songs… never mind. Stop ganging up on me." Jasper turned his whole body to face the TV, but I could detect the pout on his face. He fucking knew what that pout did to me. This must be payback for earlier. I wanted to press him against the couch and wipe the pout off his face, but I didn't think Milton would appreciate me doing that. Instead I placed my hand on his lower back and rubbed light circles with my thumb. Jasper leaned into me, relaxing beneath my touch.

I knew Milton was watching us interact. Diane also peaked her head in from time to time. She would stand in the hall for a few minutes, looking in but saying nothing. I knew that this was my real test. They didn't care about my life – not that my life wasn't important and that they wouldn't want to know me – what was important was how I treated their son. Everything else about me was icing on the cake. They could like me as a person, but if they couldn't see how much I loved their son, then how much they liked me wouldn't matter.

"Dinner's ready," Diane yelled from the kitchen. Milton instantly jumped up from the chair and raced to the kitchen. I made to follow, but Jasper stopped me.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm doing fine, Jasper. Your parents are wonderful."

Jasper grabbed my face and kissed me, "I'm so glad. I was so worried you wouldn't feel comfortable. I know my family can come on kinda strong. That's why I wanted you to meet my parents first."

I kissed him, "I think your parents are wonderful."

"Have I told you that I love you?"

"Yes," I said, "But you can stroke my ego and tell me more."

I walked towards the kitchen, but thought I heard Jasper whisper, "I'd rather stroke something else." I whipped my head around to see him smirking at me. I shook my head and quickly went into the dining room before Jasper could catch me and get us into trouble.

The table was filled with food. It reminded me of the Thanksgiving meals my mother used to prepare for us. I hadn't had a meal like this since she had died, and my mouth was already watering in anticipation.

Milton and Diane sat on the ends of the table while Jasper and I sat next to each other.

"So tell us about yourself Edward. Jasper says you're a composer?" I kicked Jasper under the table and inwardly cheered when I heard his quick intake of breath. Good, he deserved it. How many people had he told that to?

"No I'm not. I want to be, but I'm not yet. I don't know why Jasper keeps telling people that."

"I keep saying it because you are a composer. People don't know about you yet, but you're still a composer."

"Well, I'm teaching lessons in the meantime."

"And tell me about your family," Diane said.

"Well my dad's name is Carlisle, and he's a doctor in Seattle. Then there's my little sister, Alice." I hesitated before mentioning my mom. Jasper grasped my hand under the table and squeezed encouragingly, "and my mom died when I was a 13. So it's just the three of us."

"Oh dear, you were so young. It must have been hard for your family."

"It was. My dad wasn't able to deal with living in the same house, so we moved to an apartment in the city. I've been living in cities ever since. Though I do someday want to live in the country. It's so relaxing out here."

"I didn't know you wanted to live in the country," Jasper said. He had an unreadable expression on his face but he quickly hid it.

"It never came up. It's not something I need. It would just be nice to be away from things."

Milton grunted, adjusting himself in his chair before he spoke, "it is great out here. Near enough to the city that we can go in whenever we want, but far enough away to have peace. Damn cities."

"Don't swear Milton," Diane scolded.

"Why woman? You do it all the time! Why do you yell at me when I swear, but it's fine when you do it?" Milton asked exasperated.

Diane seemed to think about it for a little bit before looking at Milton and saying with all seriousness, "because when I do it, it's cute, but when you do it you sound boorish. Now eat your damn food."

This was what I had waited all day for, I thought as soon as I grasped Jasper's cock in my hand. I slowly stroked him while he undid the buttons on my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. I lifted my head and captured his lips, finally able to kiss him with as much lust as I wanted.

He groaned and shifted on top of me causing my uncovered erection to brush against his thigh.

"I've been wanting you all day long," he whispered against my ear, "you were so great today, let me show you how happy you made me today."

He kissed me deeply, dipping his tongue into my mouth before moving down and placing kisses on my body. I thread my fingers through his hair as soon as his mouth covered my cock in his warm heat. This, right here, was one of the greatest feelings in my entire life. Having Jasper's mouth around me, or his cock inside me, compared to nothing else in my world. Except, perhaps, being with him, or kissing him, or hearing his voice. Actually, Jasper compared to nothing else in my world.

His tongue dipped into the slit of my cock and I was done. I grasped his hair harder and thrust, releasing into his mouth. I brought his face up and kissed him, tasting myself mixed with his own taste.

I deepened the kiss, biting on his lower lip and running my tongue along the bites to soothe them, while Jasper rolled a condom onto his erection. He put lube on his fingers and thrust his tongue into my mouth at the same time that he pressed a finger into me.

He slowly prepared and stretched me while palming my cock to make me hard again. This man, I thought, is so precious. He's too good for me. All thought was gone though, as soon as Jasper's fingers were removed and I felt his cock pressing into me. No matter how many times we did this, I was still hit with waves of emotion and the feeling of love every time Jasper entered me.

He gave me time to adjust and then slowly pulled out before slamming into me again. I screamed his name with each thrust, gasping at his back, his ass, any part of him, so long as I could pull closer to me. I needed him closer to me. Flush against each other wasn't enough. I wanted to sink into him completely. I wanted to feel every inch of his flesh against mine as he moved inside me.

"I love you so fucking much," Jasper moaned. He punctuated each word by slow deep thrusts. I dragged my nails across his hardened nipples managing to get the reaction out of Jasper I was looking for. Jasper growled and slammed into me.

I buried my face in his neck, "I love you too."

I was quickly losing control. Our teasing throughout the day had left us both ready and eager. As soon as the hotel door had been closed I had thrown Jasper onto the bed. I could tell that Jasper was ready as well. His thrusts were getting deep and more erratic. I raised my legs and rested them on his thighs, revealing as he thrust deeper into me.

"Come for me, love," I groaned. I raised my hips to meet his every thrust, harder and harder, until Jasper slammed into me. I came and felt his release moments later. He remained on top of me, peppering my collarbone and chest with kisses.

Jasper took a tissue from the bedside table and cleaned us up, then threw away the tissue. He lay back down, pulled the covers over us, and curled himself around me.

"You really were great today. My parents loved you."

"I like them too. Hopefully tomorrow will go as well as tonight did."

Jasper shifted on the bed to lean over me. He softly brushed my hair off my forehead, "It will. And I thought, as a way to unwind after meeting everyone, tomorrow afternoon we take a few hours off and I can show you the abandoned house."

"I'd like that. If people wouldn't be too upset with us leaving. I don't want to miss anything."

"They won't care, other people will be taking off for a while too, so it won't just be us."

I tried to reply, but I was too tired to do more than hum my agreement. A day filled with travelling and stress of meeting his parents, ending with sex exhausted me. I gave him one last kiss before pressing my head against his chest and falling asleep.

A/N: Next time we get to meet Rosalie and Emmett, more from Diane and Milton, and the rest of the family. For those who read "The Purpose of Life" I hope to have a new chapter within the next two week. I hope.

Well, that's enough from me. Until next time! AJ Kelly