Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters... I just want Edward and Jasper to bump uglies.

A/N: Most of the chapters won't align so much with SMIH (or be so sappy), but I thought the boys' first time together was important, so there will again be some overlapping dialog here. But, there's a lot of new stuff, too. :)

I had a boyfriend.

Edward Cullen was my boyfriend.

At least, I was pretty sure he was my boyfriend. I mean, I didn't just go around telling random guys that I was in love with them, and I was pretty sure Edward didn't either. We were even going on a date sometime next week. Edward had some huge group project due this upcoming week and was going home for the weekend, but I was already looking forward to spending more time with him. Even though Edward had said he wasn't really thinking about dating, I figured I must have been an exception to that.

But, maybe he didn't want anything serious. I just sort of assumed we would be exclusive. Would it be wrong to ask that after one date?

How was I supposed to do that? Get down on one knee and ask, "Edward Cullen, will you be my boyfriend?"

I was starting to think myself out of my good mood, so I put it out of my mind as I walked back to my dorm from Edward's room.

"Hey Felix!" I gave him a friendly clap on the back as I entered our room.

He turned to look at me like I was an alien who just asked if I could impregnate him.

"Hi... Jasper..." he said slowly, before turning back to his computer screen.

I shrugged and decided it was high time I took a shower. I couldn't even imagine how I smelled after the excessive drinking, the creepy James incident, the walking around campus, and the puking. Edward had to be hard of smelling, or something.

My body was sore and I still had a dull throb in the back of my head, but the hot water rushing over me seemed to wash a lot of that away. I felt human again as I turned off the shower. I was humming to myself as I padded back to my room and got dressed. As I was trying to get the tangles out of my hair, which was getting way too long, Felix stood up and put on his coat.

"Heading out?" I asked him.

He continued to look at me as if I were a pod person, but he answered, "Yeah, I'm going to my girlfriend's place..."

"Tell her I said hello!" I said. I had met Felix's girlfriend a few times; we definitely weren't friendly enough that Felix would pass along the message, but I was in too damn good of a mood.

Felix just rolled his eyes at me and said, "Whatever, Jasper."

After Felix left, I decided to drop in on Paul and Jared. They would be happy for me. I think I nearly skipped the few feet down the hallway. Their door was ajar when I barged in.

"Hey!"

They both turned to look at me. Jared looked me up and down from his spot on the futon. Paul got up from his desk chair and walked around me slowly as if I were a horse he was thinking of buying.

"What the fuck are you doing, dude?" I asked.

"Who are you and what have you done with Jasper Hale?"

"What?"

"You- you're..." Jared started.

"Happy," Paul finished.

"Have I been that bad?"

"No," Paul said, just as Jared said, "Yes."

"I really didn't know I had gotten that bad," I started. "I mean, I've kind of felt pretty miserable this whole semester, but I didn't realize anyone else could tell."

"No, man," Jared finally said. "You just, didn't seem like yourself when you got back from winter break. Like you just didn't want to be here at all."

"I'm sorry," I started. I never really thought that the bad mood this semester put me in could really affect the people around me. "I've kind of been having a rough time. I guess I didn't think anyone else noticed."

"Don't worry about it, Hale. It's just nice to have you back," Paul replied.

Jared nodded in agreement, then asked: "What changed between yesterday and today?"

"Yeah, what happened?"

I grinned at both of them as I perched on Jared's desk chair. "Edward," I said. "Edward happened."

"So, you finally..." Jared asked with raised a eyebrow.

"No, no," I frowned. I was still preoccupied about Edward's comment about not wanting to worry about dating. "That'll happen, I'm sure. But, I think this was better. Are you sure you want to know?"

They both nodded.

"I realized that I love him," my grin returned. "And, he loves me, too."

Jared snorted, though not maliciously, but Paul smiled at me and said, "That's great, Jay. So, I take it you saw him last night?" He had finally asked Rachel out last semester and they were getting pretty serious, so I knew he understood.

"Well... it was more like this morning," I started. "It took me getting shitfaced, almost fucking my psych T.A.s roommate, and stumbling to Ed's dorm room at three in the morning, but yeah, after I puked my guts out this morning, I fessed up."

Jared was laughing, and I could see Paul trying not to.

"Go ahead and laugh."

Paul shook his head while letting out a guffaw, "In true Jasper fashion..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're like me, man. You go with your gut first and think about it later."

That was exactly like me.

"Speaking of guts, I need to eat something, something that my stomach won't revolt against. Wanna grab lunch?"

"I'll go with you, man," Jared stood up, then said in a sing-songy voice "Rachel's coming over."

Paul rolled his eyes, "And if you would stop trying to be such a manwhore, I'd set you up with one of her friends."

Jared punched Paul in the arm and then turned to me, "You sure you want to join the ranks of the pussy-whipped, er, dick-whipped in your case."

"You don't know Edward," I said with a shrug that contrasted with the stupid grin I just couldn't get to leave my face.

Jared simply shook his head at me, and we didn't bring up Edward again during lunch.

When I got back to my room later that day, though. I thought about what Jared was implying. I thought about the handful of guys I had drunkenly made out with. I thought about James. That's not what I wanted. I didn't want to play the field and hook up with guys whose last names, and in some cases first names, I didn't know. I knew I loved Edward. So what if I was inexperienced and, as my mom tried to tell me, "too young to know what I wanted." Paul was right, I did rely on my gut, and it never once led me wrong, at least, when I chose to listen to it. I had a strong feeling Edward was it for me, and I didn't care if it was foolish or romantic, I was surer of that than I was of anything. I would be more than happy to be dick-whipped by Edward Cullen, figuratively, of course. Well, maybe literally, too.

I was still too chickenshit to ask him to be my boyfriend, though.

The week went by slowly.

I purposefully ran into Edward on campus a few times, after forcing Alice to give me his class schedule. It was all I could do not to pull him into my arms and kiss the life out of him when I saw him with his messenger bag, covered with buttons, slung over his shoulder. One day he was wearing his glasses, and I nearly did jump him in the middle of campus.

It really made me question how much affection I was willing to show in public. In daylight. When I was sober.

I wasn't fully out of the closet by any means, but it was getting easier for me to utter the words, "I'm gay." Occasionally, someone would write "fag" on Felix's whiteboard that hung on our door. I was actually surprised at how pissed off he got about it. Not because they wrote it on his board, or because he thought it could be linked to him in some way, but because of how stupid it was.

"What is that going to accomplish? It's juvenile name-calling. I'd like to see them say it to your face." His eyes didn't leave his computer screen as he ranted after it happened for a third time.

Listening to Felix rant was usually pretty funny, because it was almost always about Windows products, and I really had no idea what he was talking about. But, I was actually kind of touched that he got upset over me being called a "fag."

"I guess I kind of expect it," I tried to brush it off, remembering the time I kissed Edward outside his dorm.

"But, you shouldn't have to! It's just like me getting beat up for being a nerd in Middle School. I can't help it that I'm smart and happen to like computers!"

With every exclamation, Felix was punching his keyboard harder as he took out his aggression in whatever shooter he was playing.

I guess Felix and I had something in common after all.

I could easily see myself holding Edward's hand in public. Or greeting him with a kiss. Or being one of those annoying people who puts their hand in their significant other's back pocket while walking. I'd really use any excuse to touch Ed's ass. However, I had yet to figure out if Edward even wanted to be my boyfriend. So, when I walked him to his Bio lab on Friday, I settled for nudging him affectionately with my shoulder. The crooked grin he gave me in response damn near made me melt.

Edward and I had been talking on the phone more nights than not. He usually got in pretty late from working on whatever this mid-term project was, but I gladly suffered sleep-deprivation in order to hear his tired voice.

Even though he called me from Forks, I about went out of my mind that weekend. Normally, I would have been drinking myself into a stupor, but now that I decided to stop playing the partying game, I was sort of bored.

Thank god for NCAA basketball.

The regular season was starting to wind down, so there were all kinds of games on TV. Jared and I barely left their room the entire weekend, our eyes glued to the TV, and we mocked Paul mercilessly for missing the Stanford-USC game to do something with Rachel.

"That's another bonus in being gay," I smirked. "Ed likes sports as much as I do."

"When are you going to bring this kid around, Hale? I'm starting to think he doesn't exist."

"He's a busy guy. I'm probably not even going to see him until next week."

"Too busy to get the third degree from your friends?"

"He's working on some big presentation that's, like, worth half of his grade in one of his classes."

"Ah hah," Jerad said knowingly. "That makes sense."

"What makes sense?"

"You seem like the type to go for a nerd."

"I do? Wait. Edward isn't a nerd."

"Whatever you say, Hale," Jerad replied, clearly not believing me. "Until I meet him, I'm picturing Steve Urkel."

I punched Jared in the arm. Luckily the game came back on, and I didn't have to endure anymore of his teasing.

I didn't get to see Edward until Wednesday.

For our first date.

Well, it was partly a study date. We were meeting for lunch and then going to Ed's favorite coffee shop to do homework together. It was going to be the first time I cracked a book all week. I was almost hoping that Edward's discipline would rub off on me.

I was on time meeting Edward, but he had already arrived and was waiting outside.

Fuck. He was hot.

He was leaning against the building, Steve Perry-style, with one knee bent up against the wall. He had on Kenneth Cole motorcycle boots that I knew Alice had bought for him. Those were followed by a pair of boot-cut black jeans, and even though his back was against the wall, I knew his ass looked absolutely fuckable in them. He finished off the outfit with a black button-down. The top button was undone and the sleeves were rolled up. The best part was that he looked so nonchalant. He had no clue how gorgeous he was.

And, if the way he was looking at me was any indication, he found me just as attractive. The way he looked at my chest always made me feel objectified, but in the best way possible. I, of course, had my outfit picked out since we made plans on Monday, after almost an hour of trying on things in front of Alice. I had decided to go for my strategically torn jeans and a blue button down that brought out the blue in my eyes.

We started out at the Chinese restaurant that Edward liked. Supposedly they had the best Chinese food in this area of the city, but I hated Chinese food. Eventually, I fessed up, and Edward agreed to go get Indian food. I quickly found that just being around Edward made me want to be affectionate. I even kissed him on the cheek in the middle of the restaurant. If anyone saw, I didn't notice.

It made Edward blush and smile, though.

I grabbed his hand as we walked to the Indian restaurant. Though, truth be told, I did look around to see if there were a lot of other people around to notice us. I didn't like that I was so concerned with what other people thought, but my self-preservation instinct was just too strong.

During lunch, we pretty much played a game of Twenty Questions. Edward claimed he didn't feel like he knew me very well, but really, it was just the superficial stuff I didn't know about him. I already knew he ran his hands through his hair when he was nervous. I knew he washed his hands before eating a meal, because of all his knowledge about germs and diseases. I knew his left foot turned in a little when he ran. I knew he would do anything for either of his siblings, even if it meant being Emmett's wrestling dummy or Alice's shopping partner. I knew he was allergic to pet dander, and that's why the Cullen kids never had a dog or cat growing up. But, it was nice to learn the superficial things, too.

After lunch, we walked to Edward's coffee shop.

I thought it was funny that he had a favorite coffee shop. He was addicted to coffee, so I teased him about it stunting his growth. He rolled his eyes at me.

"You know you like being taller than me," he responded.

"I'm not that much taller than you. See? Our hands are at the same height," I laced my fingers through his. It felt good, right, holding his hand, even as we cut across campus where people could see us. I found that when I focused on feeling connected to Edward, I was able to ignore everyone else around us.

While we sat at quiet table in the corner. I tried to read my Psychology book. It was just an intro class, but we had an exam on Friday. I just couldn't concentrate on it; it was a lot easier to watch Edward. He was doing Calculus homework, and he looked absolutely adorable when he furrowed his brow while deep in thought or when he chewed on the end of his pencil. He did his homework on graph paper, and I was fascinated by his handwriting. It was neat and controlled and looked like it belonged to someone who hadn't grown up in the age of technology. He really was kind of a nerd.

But, he was a hot nerd.

He caught me staring at him a few times, but I tried my best to keep quiet and let him work. Of course, sometimes I would "accidentally" brush my leg up against his. And once, I couldn't refrain from tucking one of his stray hairs back in place. I probably could have sat watching him for hours, but when he finally deemed himself finished, I hopped out of the chair a little too quickly.

I walked with Edward back to his dorm, partly to be a gentleman and partly because I wanted to attack him. Sitting across from Edward all afternoon was making me ache to touch him. As soon as we were back in his room, I practically tackled him onto the futon. I savored the way he felt underneath me. His body was slender, but hard and utterly lickable. I had missed it during the long months when I had been foolishly oblivious to his love. As I explored his mouth with my tongue, his hands drifted up to grip my hair. I loved the way Edward tugged my hair, and I'm pretty sure he knew it.

In retaliation, I lined up my hips to his and pressed my hard on against him, causing him to hiss and raise his own hips up, causing even more friction. I was really embarrassingly close to coming in my jeans, so I sat back on my heels and started unbuttoning my shirt.

Was I exploiting Edward's fondness for my chest?

Yes.

But, it was worth it. In a flurry of motion, I found myself sans shirt and being pulled down against Edward's equally bare chest. Edward was being forceful and impatient, and I loved it. I again went from zero to sixty in about two seconds, and I continued my dry-humping.

Until Emmett and Edward's roommate had to spoil the moment. Damn cockblockers.

I didn't see much of Edward for the rest of the week.

Until he called me on Saturday.

"Hey, Jasper? It's Edward." It was so sweet, the way he identified himself to me on the phone. Even though he knew I had caller ID; not to mention, I would recognize his sweet voice anywhere.

"I know, babe," I teased.

"Right, well, I have to go over to Emmett's to take care of his ficus and feed Patrick and Squidward." Only Emmett could get away with being a 20-year-old man who named his goldfish after Spongebob characters. "Do you, you know, would you like to come with me? Get off campus for a little while? It will probably be boring, but-"

"I'd love to," I cut him off. The boy rambled when he was nervous, and it was absolutely adorable.

He must have walked over to my dorm almost as soon as he got off the phone, because when I heard a knock on the door a few minutes later, I was surprised to see him standing on the other side so soon.

"Hey," I said softly.

"Hi," he responded and looked down at his shoes.

I almost laughed at how awkward we were. Instead, I swung the door back so he could enter the room and closed it behind him. He remained standing, so I advanced toward him like I would approach a dog that didn't know my scent. When I was close enough, I reached out my hand and lifted his chin before pressing my lips softly against his.

He sighed into them, and a moment later I felt his fingers curling into the hair at the back of my neck. He parted his lips, and I took the opportunity to press my tongue into his mouth, tasting him. I could never get tired of kissing Edward.

Eventually, he broke away and panted, "Emmett... plants..."

"Right," I murmured against his lips.

I tried to kiss him again, but he playfully slapped my chest.

"We can make out after we water his plants."

"Fine, fine."

We walked to Emmett's place, which was in an apartment complex near campus. I had been over there a few times to hang out. Every time I was there, I could see more and more of my sister's influence on him. Emmett wasn't a slob, but he was a typical guy. He was capable of going days without doing dishes, weeks without doing laundry, and I'm sure without Rosalie's staying over would never clean his bathroom. But, his apartment was damn near spotless. It didn't look at all like a single man's place anymore.

If I didn't know it before then, this was confirmation. Emmett was going to marry my sister.

I feed the fish, while Ed filled a watering can at the sink. He watered the fern in the living room, then disappeared into Emmett's bedroom.

"What the hell? My mom gave Emmett a ficus!" he exclaimed from the bedroom.

"What's the big deal about ficus? Er, ficuses? Fici?" I called as I headed toward the bedroom.

Edward laughed, "Fici?"

"Well, the plural of 'cactus' is 'cacti'!" I protested.

"I really never thought about it. I bet the plural is just 'ficus,' but, yeah, they're really finicky, sensitive to environmental conditions. I'm actually supposed to mist this damn thing," he called back, not noticing that I was standing in the doorway.

As I watched him fawn over the silly plant, something inside me unraveled. I didn't know anything else with any certainty other than that I needed Edward at that moment. I needed to touch him. To feel him. To love him.

I stalked toward him and wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing an open-lipped kiss against the back of his neck.

In a flash, he spun around and his lips were on mine. His hands were all over my body, and I was melting into his touch. Before I knew it, we were on the bed.

Then, I realized what this meant. There was no one to interrupt us. No roommates. No siblings. No parents.

The usual rush of fire I felt around Edward began to smolder, and we began to devour each other – slowly and sensuously we savored with lips and teeth and tongues. The heat between us started to build, and when it became obvious that this was it, we both paused without a word. We lay on our sides, staring at each other.

We were ready.

Edward scrambled off the bed abruptly, and it took me a second to realize he was fumbling in Emmett's bedside table for condoms and some kind of lube.

Em and Rosie had probably fucked on every surface of this apartment, so there was no telling where condoms would be. Then, I remembered Rosalie wincing when I had lunch with her the other day. Apparently she hurt her tailbone doing some kind of acrobatic move in the shower that I really, really didn't want to think about.

While Edward searched in the bathroom, I retrieved my ipod from my jeans pocket where they had been carelessly tossed aside on the floor. I quickly put together as romantic a playlist as possible at the spur of the moment, heavy on the Motown and Jeff Buckley. I put it in Emmett's docking station, and it was to the quiet restraint of "Lover, You Should Have Come Over" that Edward entered the room.

I crawled across the bed toward him.

"Fuck, Jasper. You are so goddamn sexy," Edward's voice was low.

"It's all for you," I drawled.

I saw him twitch, and then the next second I was on my back with Edward on top of me - covering me with his lips, everywhere he could reach. When his fingers brushed against my side I tried not to laugh, but it was enough that Edward pulled away and balanced himself above me. There was nothing but love in his eyes as he gazed down on me.

I couldn't believe that even for a second I was thinking about doing this with anyone else.

He searched my eyes for a moment and I smiled up at him, trying to tell him everything I was feeling – gratitude, passion, joy. Whatever he was searching for, he found it. He leaned down slowly and wrapped his lips around my Adam's apple, causing a low, deep moan to escape me.

"How do you want to do this?" I murmured.

"I don't know. I always kind of assumed that I'd bottom, but I don't really know why, the alternative isn't exactly unappealing. I mean, I don't think it matters to me. I want to do everything with you," he rambled. I loved the way he rambled. Then, he asked, "But, what do you want?"

What I really wanted was to be as close to Edward as possible. I needed feel his body connected to mine. I wanted to join with him and never let go, never let this moment end, but I knew that wasn't possible.

I had thought about sex with Edward a lot, and I really wanted to try everything with him. It was always easier for me to think about him underneath me, spreading himself for me. Right then, though, I wanted him to be in control. I wanted to surrender to him completely.

He was looking at me expectantly.

"Well, I do like the idea of drilling that tight ass of yours," I started playfully.

He groaned.

Then, I lowered my voice and let my vulnerability show, "But Ed, I- I need you to- I need you to be inside me. Now."

And then, I attacked him. I slammed my lips against him, fueled by the idea of Edward being inside me.

Eventually, he broke away and we rearranged ourselves into a more comfortable position. I lay back with my legs spread, feet on the bed, hips raised and resting on a folded pillow. Edward was kneeling before me and he looked at me with so much reverence, the butterflies in my stomach stopped fluttering.

He finally moved and began to roll my balls in his hand. I was so transfixed by the boy that I could only watch as his head began to sink down between my legs.

I felt his warm breath first, but I was still shocked when he licked around my hole. It was surprisingly arousing, the warm wetness of his tongue provided a sensation unlike any other I had felt. As his tongue continued up to my shaft, I heard a cap snap open, and then he was sliding one of his long, dexterous fingers into my hole. The intrusion felt odd, but right somehow. I clenched a little and Edward moaned against my dick. He added another finger as he continued to tease me with his tongue.

Once he got a little bit of a rhythm going, it could feel myself enjoying the sensation. When I started bucking against his hand, he got the picture and rolled the condom down his dick, then covered it in lube.

"Are you sure?" He whispered to me.

"Please."

He pressed into me. It did hurt, a little, like being stretched in the wrong direction, but it wasn't a bad pain. The weird feeling was a lot more prominent.

As soon as he started moving, it began to feel really good. You just don't think about how many nerves are in there, but then, Edward shifted and brushed against something inside of me that was like an electric jolt.

Edward began to pull out and push back in, and I was spurring him on. I had softened when he first entered me, but now I was on the verge of shooting my load.

He leaned forward to kiss me, and the passion that sang between us was amplified. With his body pressing down on mine, I could feel every inch of his chest on mine, but it was more than that, I could just feel... him. His essence. His soul. I reached around and grabbed his ass with my hands, pushing him deeper into me, trying to increase the connection between us that was already starting to overwhelm me. A moment later, he took my hands and laced his fingers through mine, pinning my arms down above my head on the mattress.

His movement was starting to get more erratic.

I was so close to him, I could feel his climax reverberate through me.

Without even thinking about it, I took my right hand from the slackening grip of his left and snaked it between our bodies to grab my throbbing cock. As Edward continued to shudder above me, I gave myself a few strokes and came with a cry. In that moment of orgasm, I swear my heart stopped beating. I wasn't Jasper anymore, I was united with Edward somehow.

He collapsed next to me, and I could feel his body shake. When I turned my head, I realized that there were tears streaming down his face. His expression showed no trace of regret, it was just the intensity of the moment obviously getting to him. So, I held him tightly against me.

Once he regained a little more control, he started idly tracing his fingertips across my still sensitive body. When he dragged his hand across my stomach, through the drying cum, I could feel his body tense.

He brought his head up to look at me, and I could see disappointment written all over it.

Edward was exactly the type of guy who would feel bad for not bringing me off himself.

"I'm sorry- I didn't, you know, t- touch you while I-" he began.

"Edward," I said firmly. "You're killing my buzz. We have all the time in the world to coordinate reach arounds, or whatever, and mutual orgasms."

He looked at me and smiled softly, dropping his head back down to rest on my shoulder.

I wanted to stay forever in the little bubble that surrounded us then. There weren't any worries or distractions, it was just me and Edward. And we loved each other.

It was all too soon before we were getting out of bed and going through the motions of our lives.

After that taste of sex with Edward, I grew increasingly insatiable. Edward and I started sleeping over in each other's rooms a few nights a week. But, it was pretty much impossible for two grown men to try to sleep together comfortably in my loft, let alone to try to have sex in it. One night we slept on Edward's futon, but even though we had more room, it was still uncomfortable having the metal frame pressing into my back. Not to mention, Alec was sleeping a few feet away in the top bunk, so nothing happened other than an uncomfortable night's sleep. Though, it was still nice to be able to kiss Edward first thing in the morning.

I wanted to feel that intense closeness to Edward again, and the need to try topping him was becoming my obsession.

We needed a real bed. We needed privacy. We needed candles and quiet music. Not snoring roommates and loud neighbors on the other side of a cinder block wall.

I briefly considered renting a hotel room for an evening, but I could only afford a night at a Motel 6. Edward deserved the Crown Plaza.

So, I finally went to my last resort.

Emmett.

I knew Em was a little pissed about the fact that Edward and I used his bed to lose our virginities in, when Edward was just supposed to be watering his plants. But, it was more that he didn't want to picture his baby brother having sex at all, and now he had a reminder of it in his own bedroom.

Even so, I needed his help.

I waited until we were lifting weights at the gym to talk to him. Emmett was serious about his training for wrestling, so I decided it would be best to get him when he wouldn't be using every opportunity to be his big, dopey self.

We were at the bench press when I asked.

"Em, I need a favor."

"What is it, bro?"

I did another rep.

"Um, I don't even know how to ask you this."

"Look, Jazz, I know I'm a good looking guy, but even if you weren't dating my little brother, I'm still not going to fuck you. Rosie'd pitch a fit."

"Ha, ha. Funny," I grunted as a finished my last rep.

I got up from the bench, and Emmett switched places with me.

"Another 50?" I asked.

He nodded. It no longer pissed me off that Emmett could bench so much more than me.

After he finished his first set, I continued with my question.

"I need to borrow your apartment."

"Dude..." he started, and I knew I had to sell it.

"Listen, I don't want to give you any details. I just- I want to spend the night with Edward - the whole night - and... are you really going to make me say it?"

Emmett sat up on the bench and crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, but continued. "I want to wake up next to him, okay. I want to wake up next to him and lie there without having muscle cramps and spasms from having two grown men try to share a cramped dorm bed. Frankly, I think they're just a mechanism to discriminate against gay men of above average height. We can't use the futon in my room, because there's not really enough room to fold it out. Plus, it's Felix's, and it's a fucking biohazard. There's no way Edward would agree to get naked on that thing."

Emmett held up a hand to stop me, "I don't want to picture my little brother naked."

"Your loss," I shrugged. "Anyway, Edward's roommate is usually in their room, so we can't really-"

"Okay, okay. You can borrow my apartment! When do you want it?"

"Sometime this weekend?"

"Fine. I'll stay at Rosie's on Friday, and you can cuddle Saturday morning to your heart's content."

I winced at the word "cuddle" and looked around to make sure no one heard him.

Emmett saw what I was doing and laughed, "Nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a cuddler, too. Repeat that and I'll kick your ass."

"Thanks, Em. I owe you one."

"One? Dude, you already played ass bandits on my bed once. Just make sure you wash the sheets. And, don't think this gets your boy off the hook from last time. I'm doing this as a favor to you and you alone. I'm bound to piss your sister off in the future, and I need you on my good side."

That Friday, I met Emmett on campus, and he gave me the key to his apartment.

Edward and I had planned on hanging out that night anyway, so I just called him and told him to meet me at Emmett's after his last class instead of coming to my room.

I had planned ahead and brought a bunch of candles with me. I spread them throughout the bedroom in places where it was unlikely that they'd set anything on fire, and I replaced the regular light bulbs in Emmett's lamps with red ones.

When I realized that it was time for Edward to be getting out of class, I went ahead and lit the candles. I was trying to find a place to strategically place the lube I had bought for the occasion when there was a knock on the front door.

For some reason, I was really nervous.

I swung the door open, and there he was - in a vintage Van Halen t-shirt that was only partially covered by his unbuttoned gray peacoat and well-loved blue jeans. His messenger bag was slung over his shoulder and he looked tired.

He grinned at me, though, transforming his face as he strolled into the apartment.

"Why'd you want to meet me here? Is Emmett around?"

I shook my head and tugged him to me, silencing him and answering his question at the same time with a kiss.

"What?" he began after I pulled away.

"Em's not going coming back until tomorrow afternoon."

He looked confused for a second before the realization set in.

"Oh!" he said brightly and thrust his lips against mine.

I forced myself to break the kiss.

"I thought we could order in dinner later, but first..." I trailed off and took Edward's hand, leading him into Emmett's bedroom.

I could feel Edward's eyes hungrily fixed on me, but he gave a soft gasp when he entered the room.

"Jasper, I- I don't know what to say," he whispered.

"Don't say anything, Edward. Just feel."

We didn't speak again until after we had undressed each other and had gotten each other riled up the way we always did. I was settled between Edward's parted legs, taking his cock deep into my throat, when I felt him tapping on my shoulder. I looked up.

"I want to wait. Until you're inside me," his voice was shaky.

"Are you sure? Because if you'd rather?"

"No, I want it, Jasper."

"Okay."

The butterflies returned to my stomach with full force.

I put a pillow under Edward the way he had done for me. It seemed to work all right last time. I wasn't sure I'd ever feel comfortable putting my tongue... there. The way he had done. But, I took my time in preparing Edward with my fingers.

When I finally did press into his tight channel, words failed to describe the sensation of his heat closing in around me. I knew I was going to come embarrassingly fast, but I also knew it was going to feel ridiculously good. So, I just gave in and tried to make Edward feel as good as possible.

The way Edward responded to me was incredible. He moaned and writhed, and it was honestly the first time I had really seen him lose control. It was so fucking hot I could feel myself on the edge.

I had to stop moving or I was going to come before him.

Instead, I grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off.

"Oh... fuck..." he started moaning. Hearing Edward curse always got me a little hot, and I couldn't help but start to thrust in and out of him again. It was hard to keep up both rhythms, but luckily Edward solved my dilemma, white ribbons of his cum spurting all over my hand as he groaned and panted.

The feeling of Edward's orgasm and the sounds he made were almost dizzying.

I hardly felt the usual tightening and tension building up, it was more like my climax was ripped from me. It was like hitting a wall, but the best feeling wall you could imagine.

Almost immediately I collapsed on top of Edward.

"I love you," I said into his shoulder.

"I love you, too," he said back as he tried to maneuver his way out from under my dead weight.

I relented and rolled off him.

We lay together in silence for awhile longer, side by side, both staring up at the ceiling. Eventually, Edward started fidgeting and rolled over on his side to look down at me.

"How'd you get Emmett to agree to this?"

"I'm not really sure, actually. I'm pretty sure he did or is about to do something to piss Rosie off, and he needs me to reason with her. So, yeah, he's not going to ease up on you about last time. Sorry."

"Em's still teasing me about the time I threw up in front of everyone after I finished my race at sectionals freshman year. I can take it."

"Good," I responded. "Because I didn't want you to get shit for me wanting to give you a romantic setting."

"Thank you, by the way," he said shyly. "I love that you did this for me."

He settled back down to lie next to me, this time with his head on my shoulder.

"Edward, there's another reason I wanted to do this for you."

"Mmm... why's that?" I could hear the tiredness I had seen on his face start to kick in.

"I- I just wanted to make sure you and I were on the same page."

"Same page?"

"I mean, I wanted to make sure that we agreed to be, you know, exclusive."

His green eyes sparkled down at me as he once again propped himself up on his elbow, "How could you think I'd ever want anyone else?"

"So, it'd be okay if I called you my boyfriend?"

"Yes," he smiled his crooked smile. "Yes, you can call me your boyfriend."

I beamed up at him.

Edward Cullen was my boyfriend.