Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and Jasper; I just borrow, use, and abuse him for my own self-indulgent little pleasures.
Thanks to nails233 and butterflybetty for tolerating my incredible perviness.
Due to overwhelming demand, here is Edward's POV. This chapter was submitted as part of Project Team Beta's Back to School Fundraiser. Updates will come when I am in the mood, so if you are interested, please put it on alert. There will be no rhyme or reason to when these boys will "pop up" next.
This is SLASH. That means, eventually, boys licking, sucking, and loving other boys. Can't handle it, push the little red X. If you are under 18, please come back when you are legally old enough to vote in the United States.
Chapter Two
EPOV
"Fuck, Alice! Give me a break! I don't want to go hang out over at the Whitlocks' house." I slammed my locker door, trying to avoid the puppy dog eyes I knew my sister would be shooting in my direction.
"Fine, then stay home. I'll just go by myself," she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out, making her look like a disgruntled pixie.
"Yeah right, like I'm going to let that happen. Think again, little sister." I ruffled her short, spiky black hair, before continuing, "You don't need to be running around a pool party with a bunch of Seniors, especially not when the object of your obsession is going to be there." Yeah sure, Edward, I thought to myself. Your sole reason for keeping her away from Jasper is because you want him for yourself. As if…
I'd never doubted my sexuality before we moved to Forks. I'd had plenty of girlfriends, had sex with most of them. While I'd enjoyed getting my rocks off, it always seemed lacking. I chalked it up to the lack of any real connection with them. I'd liked them all well enough, but I'd never been in love' I figured it had to be the missing element, and when I found that girl, all the pieces would fall in place. I hadn't counted on meeting Jasper Whitlock.
From the first time I saw Jas in our Advanced Biology class, I'd fought an ongoing attraction to him. His blond, wavy hair danced around his face, causing him to frequently shove it away from his vibrant summer green eyes. His angular face and prominent cheekbones gave way to the fullest, softest, most delicious lips I'd ever seen on anyone – male or female. Sliding into the seat next to him, I had crooked my knee to cover my growing problem, confused as fuck. I'd never even considered the possibility I might be gay, or at least bi-sexual, until that moment.
Since then, I'd tried to keep my distance, working my way through the more than willing girls of Forks High. I'd dipped my wick on more than one occasion, too, but my mind remained haunted by a pair of green eyes looking up at me from under a shock of dark blonde hair, while those gorgeous lips wrapped around my throbbing dick. That image got me through more than one awkward encounter with the opposite sex, leaving me guilt-ridden afterward. It had been a few weeks, though, since I'd taken that route to satisfy my needs, having finally come to the realization that I did a disservice to them, and me, by continuing to pretend to be something I'm not. Instead, I resorted to a lot of showers, enhanced by a growing mental bank of images of Jasper to flog the log to.
The visuals weren't hard to come by, either. By some malicious twist of fate, Jasper and I were assigned to the same Gym class. Watching him change in the locker room five days a week put me in the position of imagining dead puppies, Mrs. Cope naked, or other disturbing images, in order to quell the inevitable erection. His boxer briefs left nothing to the imagination, the long thick outline of his cock clearly visible when he stripped down, his firm ass in the air when he bent over nothing short of a siren's call that shot straight to my crotch.
I figured I didn't stand a chance; Jasper barely spoke to me. Hell, we didn't even run in the same group of people. His twin sister dated Emmett, the one close friend I'd made in Forks, though, so there were times we ended up the same place at the same time. However, most of those occurred before I'd fully accepted my attraction to him. I wasn't even sure where his interests laid. I'd never really seen him with any of the girls at school, but Alice had commented on how shy and quiet he tended to be whenever she spoke to him. Yeah, right. More like threw herself at him, but still.
Alice kept badgering me all the way to the car, demanding to know why I wouldn't go to the pool party. The fact that I was pissed over the shit he pulled in gym held no weight with my sister. In the end, with no good reason to turn her down, I gave in and agreed to go. Delighted, she called Rosalie for directions, then demanding we hurry up when we arrived at home. Even my telling her that Jasper had detention didn't deter her. Resigned to my fate, I jumped in the shower, determined to rub one out before we headed over. No way did I want to spring wood in my board shorts, knowing the very real possibility of it happening with Jasper half naked and wet, close enough to touch, and completely off limits. Just the thought alone had me harder than the Man of Steel.
The water sluiced down my skin, its heat working the knots of tension out of my neck, while I squirted body wash in my hand. I worked up a lather, rubbing my hand across my chest, my nipples hardening under the friction. Leaning against the wall, I slid my hand down to grasp the base of my shaft, my hand gliding from base to tip, twisting over the head and back again with a flick of my wrist. Closing my eyes, I let the images of Jasper run through my mind, my hand a tight fist around my throbbing dick, my hips jutting forward to meet each stroke. The tension built in my groin, almost painful in its intensity, my body seeking its release. Struggling for an image to put me over, I stroked faster, my other hand reaching to gather my balls and tug on them. Then, I found it.
In lunch, two weeks ago, Jasper had grabbed a banana from the salad bar. Fascinated, I'd watched him from under my lashes, while he slowly peeled it, his attention focused on something his sister had been telling him. Seeing it slide between his lips, I'd hardened, imagining them wrapped around me, my cock pushing into his mouth. Suppressing a groan at the time, I had pushed my palm against my crotch, shifting to ease the building ache. Continuous, the image played in my mind, a perpetual loop created by my desire to have him. My hands worked faster, pre-cum building on the glistening head, only to be rinsed away by the pelting spray. Pressing my face into my arm to keep from shouting out, my orgasm erupted from me, thick streams of cum painting the tiles. I slouched against the wall, my chest heaving, my body limp from the exertion.
A sudden pounding on the door reminded me of my waiting sister. Muttering a curse, I yelled to her to chill the fuck out. Rinsing off my body, then the wall, I turned off the water and stepped out, quickly dragging a towel across my body. I'd placed my trunks on the counter when I walked into the bathroom earlier. Picking them up, I pulled them on, before opening the door to find my sister leaning against the opposite wall, her body barely covered by a string bikini and cover-up she wore.
"It's about damn time! I'd like to get there before everyone leaves," she groused. "I don't know why the hell you needed a shower, anyway. We're going swimming, remember?"
Ignoring her, I walked into my room. Pulling a battered Kings of Leon concert shirt out of my dresser, I tugged it over my head, before grabbing my wallet, phone and keys. Turning around, I saw her leaning against the doorjamb.
"What? I'm ready. Are you really going to wear that? You might as well be naked; you haven't left anything to the imagination. Contrary to popular belief, some guys don't like things to be too easy, Ali."
Huffing, she whirled on her heel. "Fat lot you know. You've nailed every easy bitch at school. You've never had to work for anything in your life. Some guys, unlike you, need a push in the right direction. Now, come on, let's get over to Rosalie's."
Following her out to the car, I thought about how wrong her perceptions were. Not everything came to me. I couldn't have the one person I wanted more than anyone I'd ever met. Not only couldn't I have him, I'd be forced to spend the next few hours watching my sister trying to seduce him, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. With a heavy heart, I backed out of the driveway, consigned to drive myself to what I felt certain would be the demise of my heart.
Thirty minutes later, we were immersed in the party at the Whitlocks. Half the senior class, and quite a few juniors, too, were hanging around the pool, indulging in the piles of food Rosalie and Jasper's mom had provided. Alice had a bevy of guys flitting around her, hanging on her every word. She looked deliriously happy, while I hoped one of them would make a move before Jasper got home. And what fucking difference would that make, Edward? It's not like you're gonna do anything. I shook my head, chasing the Voice of Reason away. I dove into the pool, my arms cleaving through the water until I reached the other end. Shaking my head, droplets sprayed off the ends of my hair, splashing my sister and causing her to squeal. Laughing, I planted my hands on the side of the pool, pushing myself up to sit on the edge, my feet dangling in the water.
I waited there, catching my breath, while observing the intricate mating rituals of the American teenager. Emmett had grabbed Rosalie around the waist, pulling her off the chaise she'd stretched out on. Swinging her over the water, he roared with laughter while she shrieked for him to put her down. Pulling her back from her precarious perch, he wrapped her in his arms, kissing the pissed glare off her face. Liam, a junior who played football, had sat down next to Alice. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, causing a light blush to drift up her cheeks while she nodded in agreement to whatever he'd asked. I knew the guy in passing, he seemed decent enough, and I decided not to run interference. He knew me well enough to know I'd kill him if he hurt my little sister. Partygoers clustered in small groups, the assorted couples standing with their arms draped around each other, everyone taking advantage of the weather and the party to spend extra time together before graduation came, sending us out into the world like so much chaff in the wind.
Over the dance music Rosalie had blaring out of the pool house; I heard the faint strains of heavy drums and guitars drifting from a window that looked out over the pool. Jasper must have finally made it home from his detention with Mr. Banner. I sat a few more minutes, waiting for him to come join the party. My nerves were wound tight, my body on edge. Having come to the realization that my feelings went way beyond platonic, I needed to see him. And do what, asshole? Tell him you just realized you're gay and dream about his lips on your dick? Get a fucking grip, Edward!
Heaving a sigh, I stood up and walked over to where Alice lounged against Liam, his arms wrapped around her middle, while he talked about his plans for the summer with a couple other guys from the football team. Leaning down, I whispered into her ear to behave, getting rewarded with a light punch to my thigh. I laughed when I walked away, stopping to ask Rosalie where I could find a bathroom. I really needed a few minutes to myself, just some time to get my head out of my ass. The kids she stood with were discussing their college choices for the fall. I'd been accepted into Stanford, with a pretty decent scholarship, where I planned to study a dual major in English Lit and Music. Patiently, I waited for a break, drawn out of my inner musings by Rosalie asking me a question.
"What about you, Edward? Where are you headed in August?"
"Uhm, I'm going to Stanford. I got a couple scholarships and shit," I stumbled over my answer, unprepared for her direct question.
"That's cool. You, know, Jas got accepted to Stanford, too. Well, there and a couple other places, but since Stanford is Daddy's alma mater, he got some extra perks to go there. It's a huge campus; at least you'll know someone there."
"Yeah, I guess so." I swallowed, hard. The thought of being with Jasper, away from the condescending small town eyes of Forks, sent a shot of heat through my veins. Pull it together Cullen!
Luckily, the conversation shifted to one of the other guys standing there. With the focus turned away from me, I asked Rosalie for directions to a bathroom. She pointed toward the pool house, until her gesture was punctuated with some not so subtle moaning coming from inside. Rolling her eyes, she directed me inside, telling me where to find bathrooms on the main floor and upstairs, if need be. Pulling the terrace door closed behind me, the thumping bass I heard outside reverberated louder, floating down from somewhere overhead. Looking toward the stairs, then the open bathroom door down the hall, I made my decision.
Bounding up the stairs two at a time, I came to a stop outside a closed door, the moans from Get Down Make Love fading away to the wailing guitar of Primal Scream. I lifted an eyebrow at the eclectic mix of music, before knocking on the door. Waiting a couple seconds, I knocked a second time, a bit harder. Still getting no response, I took the bull by the horns and pushed the door open. Looking around the room, I took in the walls covered with album art, the drum set and guitar sitting in the corner, and the discarded black t-shirt lying on the floor. Not seeing Jasper, I muttered a curse, my own exclamation overpowered by a strangled groan coming from beyond the bathroom door that stood ajar. Looking back into the hall and seeing no one, I stepped into the room, shoving the door closed behind me. With tentative steps, I moved closer to the bathroom, hearing another groan, accompanied by something that sounded like… Holy fuck! Jasper was beating off in the bathroom. Unable to help myself, I walked closer, catching sight of him silhouetted by the light streaming through the window next to him.
Guttural moans filled the air, punctuated by heavy breathing and exclamations of "fuck, yeah." Watching his hand work over his dick, I licked my lips, groaning when I saw his finger sliding in and out of his ass. Palming my now throbbing erection, I contemplated leaving, but my feet wouldn't cooperate. Watching him was like watching a train wreck, I knew I shouldn't look, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from the action. My eyes focused on his abdomen, the muscles tightening and rippling with the approach of his orgasm. His eyes were clenched shut; sweat dripping down his face, his lips parted. Fucking gorgeous!
Unbidden, my hand pushed the door open a bit more, my own breath coming in short pants. Suddenly, he stiffened, his hips jerking forward, streams of cum spurting from his pulsing cock, while he growled out my name. My…fucking…name! My dick twitched, my painful erection tenting the front of my board shorts. My throat had gone dry, and without realizing it, I cleared it to get rid of the itch. Jasper's eyes flew open, a color flooding his face, even while his glance dropped to my junk now on prominent display. He lunged for the door, my hand shooting out to stop it from closing.
"Thank the fuck, Jas!" The exclamation escaped before my mental filter could engage. "I've spent the last six months trying to figure out how to get your delicious lips around my dick."
His eyes shot to meet mine again, looking to see if I was serious, before glancing toward the closed door across the room.
"But…I…you…," he sputtered, before finally recovering himself enough to grab a towel and pull it around his waist. "I thought you were straight!"
"So did I, but now all I think about is you." I slid my fingers into the waistband of my board shorts, eager to remove them before Jasper had time to realize what I was doing. "You think anyone will notice if we aren't downstairs at the party?"