A/N:

This is another Smut University lesson. Slash. Oh yeah! For those of you uncomfortable with buttsecks, you can breathe easy because none is here. But there,might be some jacking off and blowjobs. Just sayin'.

Pairing: Jasper & Edward

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A Halloween costume, a shakeweight and a U-Dub sweatshirt.

Three packages are out for delivery. And since I stalk the UPS website with a vengeance, I know exactly where each one is.

I'm going to be forced into debt soon. All because of him. My UPS delivery guy. He probably thinks I'm a goddamn shopaholic due to his daily deliveries to my place.

But I just… need to see him. So I go online and order a bunch of shit that I'll probably never use. As a result of my infatuation with my UPS guy, all of my Christmas shopping is done and everyone has a few birthday presents lying around here. Hell, I'm pretty sure I have a few baby shower gifts somewhere, too. Maybe some Bar Mitzvah shit as well. Who the hell knows?

Since I got a better job offer and am relocating, these three packages will be the last delivered to this house. Today is the day. I need to make a move.

He'll be here in five minutes. He's always like clockwork.

I run to the bathroom to brush my teeth for the second time and rub more deodorant under my arms. The hair is no use, so I just leave it.

Aaand, there he is. I've picked up super hearing since he walked into my life wearing that ugly-ass brown uniform seven months ago. I can now hear a UPS truck from a mile away.

He's outside.

I jog to my front door and am right there just as he knocks, but I don't wanna seem desperate or something, so I silently run to the hallway so I'll sound like I'm busy doing... something.

"Hold on! Coming!"

I walk casually to the door, take a deep breath to steel myself, and open the door.

And all of the air whooshes out of me.

He's smiling. At me. All toothy and dimples and sexy stubble.

And I can see the crisp muscle shirt peeking through from under his uniform.

Fuuuck.

"Hey there, Ed."

He's always so bright. He's also the only person on the planet who I allow to call me Ed. He can call me anything he wants.

"Hi, Jasper. Got something for me today?"

I could slap myself for asking such a dumbass question. Of course he has something for me or he wouldn't be here.

He politely ignores my stupidity and smiles wider. "Yep. Got three parcels for ya."

He picks up three small boxes from the ground next to his feet and hands them to me. Our fingers touch for a fraction of a second and it's not enough.

"All set."

"Okay. Yeah. This is everything."

"Alright, well, I guess I'll see ya tomorrow, Edward."

He salutes me like a Marine or something and turns around.

He's leaving. Fuck!

"Um," I start. He turns back to me, eyebrows raised in a silent question. "I'm not—I'm moving."

"Moving? When?"

I shift uncomfortably for a few seconds under his gaze, feeling guilty for not telling him sooner. He seems kind of... hurt?

"Ah, in a few days, I guess. Er, these are the last things I ordered."

"Oh." Jasper shuffles his feet and takes off his brown hat, ruffling his hair before putting the hat back on. "Well, I guess... I guess I'll see you around then."

He walks back to the truck and I can't fucking let him go. Not now. Not ever. Fuck. Think of something! Now!

"I'm going to Mardi Gras!" He looks at me like I'm batshit crazy but I continue. "The one in Australia."

If he's straight, he'll have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. If he's gay...

"You are?"

Oh, fuck. Oh, my holy fuck and angels and cherub babies! He knows what it is! Oh, fuck!

He walks toward me again, all smiles and dimples, just how I like him. "The Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras? I've always wanted to go..."

I think I want to cry ridiculously happy tears right now.

"You have?"

"Yeah."

We're on the same page, speaking the same language. He knows what I'm trying to tell him and I know what he's trying to tell me.

"I know you can only stay a minute, but, uh, you wanna come in? I have lemonade."

Aw, hell. Could I sound any fruitier? Lemonade? I could have offered beer or even fucking water, but lemonade?

He looks around nervously. "Sure, just for a minute."

We're inside and his hat is off and he's drinking my lemonade. His lips are on my cup, Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp and fuck he's sexy. I'll never wash that cup again.

The drink is gone; he's now eating the ice. That distinct crunch has never sounded sexier.

I need to take charge, stop being such a puss. This is my last chance.

"So, can I give you my new number?"

He stops chewing for a second and smirks, nodding his head. "I'll give you mine, too."

Is that... do I hear a choir singing "hallelujah"?

I run to grab a pen and paper and bring them back out to the living room. Most of my furniture is gone, so we have to settle on the wall as a smooth writing surface. I press my little scrap of paper against the wall and begin writing my number.

I stop when I feel his fingers run up my arm.

"Edward?"

He's so close. Right behind me.

"Yeah?"

His lips are trailing kisses down my neck, my shoulder. I turn around and we're close, so close. My dick is pressed against his hip and he reaches between our bodies to grab it.

Oh ,fuck.

We're kissing, his lips needily colliding with mine as we grope and grab and tug. Tongues gliding and probing as clothes are discarded and the world is forgotten.

He's on his knees and, oh, fuck, he's on his knees in front of me. Everything switches to slow motion as he looks up at me and grabs my cock in his rough palms.

His scent is surrounding me, cologne and sweat and mint and my breath quickens as his smooth tongue slides down my length. I watch fascinated as my dick disappears into his mouth. Oh, holy fuck. He's taking all of me. All of me.

My hands move to his hair, gripping and pulling and feeling the soft, wiry curls as I surge my hips forward, urging, begging him to take more.

His head is bobbing and my hips are thrusting and we're moaning and his cock is out, thick and long and being jerked wildly by his hand.

I lick my lips and taste him, taste the lemonade that was in his mouth as I watch him swallow my cock repeatedly. And I'm close. Moaning louder, breathing ragged, hips moving faster, hands gripping tighter. He comes, his loud groans and cries muffled by my dick in his mouth, long streams shooting onto my floor and he keeps going, he doesn't stop. And I'm done for. I come. I come so fucking hard and he takes it all and I'm screaming his name and he sucks harder and swallows all of me as my knees start to give out.

He stands and is kissing me again and I'm gripping the collar of his uniform. I don't want him to go. He can't go. Not yet.

His lips are on my ear and he's out of breath. He's panting. His breath smells like my lemonade. "I gotta go, Edward."

I just nod my head. I can't think of anything to say.

He slides a little piece of paper into my palm and I close it into a fist. I'll never lose it. "Call me."

I nod again and he's gone.

I plop down on my couch, feeling sorry for myself and look at what he gave me. His number. A short note beneath the digits.

We'll be in the same area code. Looks like we'll be closer than we thought. Call me. Jas.

I close my eyes and smile. I like closer.