Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

A/N: I have been persuaded and motivated to extend this story a little further. It won't be a full-blown saga, but I have at least another 3 or 4 more episodes in mind for the continuation of Edward and Jasper's burgeoning relationship. (Update: It may not end up being a saga, but it will definitely be longer than 3 or 4 more episodes!) This chapter is more fluff. I like fluff. Especially sexy fluff. There will soon be a slight shift away from the fluff and a complication will enter the picture... but only because it has to get a little worse before it gets better ;).

It was going to be the first time we had been alone since that night at the playground. That torturous game of Truth or Dare that had turned into one of my deepest desires come true; I was sure it would be one of my fondest memories that I would carry for the rest of my existence. Sometimes when I lay awake in bed at night I could feel his lips on mine, as if the sensations Jasper had kindled would never completely leave me.

Graduation had come and gone in a flurry of friends, relatives, caps, gowns, memories and nostalgia. My parents, mostly mom, had thrown a graduation party for Alice and me. Our relatives from Alaska had shown up. Even one of my dad's old friends from the years he spent in Italy came, though it was just coincidental that Aro had been in the U.S. at the time. I never figured out what it was Aro did for a living, but I always assumed it was something unsavory. Regardless, he gave Alice and me each $500 as a graduation present, and I wasn't about to question where it came from. Even though we did take in a nice haul, the party was ridiculous really. It wasn't as if we had won the Nobel Peace Prize or something. We had merely endured four long and tortuous, coddling years of book reports, math tests and pep rallies, and lived to tell about it.

Nevertheless, one good thing came out of my mother's enthusiasm. There were so many people crawling around our house and backyard that I could slip away unnoticed, so that night during the party I was able to briefly corner Jasper, again ironically in the pantry this time, for a few minutes of making out and feeling one another up. When his lips connected with mine, I couldn't explain it – it just felt like they were exactly where I was supposed to be. Connected to him in an intimate yet loving gesture that transcended every other worldly want and desire I possessed.

I had every intention of spending the rest of the summer attached to those wide soft lips, and having them shroud me with attention.

Of course my plans were foiled.

Unfortunately empty nest syndrome had hit my mother with full force and she smothered all three of her children, though Alice and me especially, with way too much motherly attention. She and Alice would drag me on shopping excursions under the guise of buying new clothes and dorm room supplies for college. I didn't understand why I needed new clothes. We were both going to school in Seattle, a mere 140 miles from home; it wasn't as if the weather was going to be any different to necessitate a new wardrobe. In addition to shopping there were movies, lunches, and sniffling through photo albums that inevitably ended with mom wailing about her babies being all grown up.

Yet somehow Alice, little, manipulative, sensing-her-twin's-sexual-frustration Alice managed to get our parents out of the house for an entire night, under the guise of an anniversary present from their three loving children. Of course, we were happy for our parents' strong marriage after seeing so many of our friends experiencing their parents' messy divorces, but we were also grateful to have some time for ourselves. I was positive that it was not a coincidence that Emmett had somehow convinced Rosalie to go camping with him until Sunday or that Alice was spending the night at the Rez, under the guise of staying over at the Swan's house.

Sometimes I loved that damn pixie of mine.

Alice had finally realized that through Bella's boyfriend, she had access to a whole new set of boys to paw her way through at the La Push Reservation. She was currently seeing Jake's friend Embry. I tried to warn her about serial dating her friend's friends, but somehow none of the boys Alice dated and discarded ever seemed to hold a grudge against her.

I think she must have taken over all of the charm in the womb.

Regardless, I had the entire house to myself for approximately 20 hours and miracle of miracles I wasn't scheduled to work until Sunday afternoon.

I wasn't really cut out for retail, but in such a small town, I was lucky to have a job at all. Every summer I worked at Newton's Sporting Goods. I worked in the sports section, so most of my job entailed screen printing letters and numbers onto the back of little league and softball uniforms, helping fit kids for cleats, and setting up Forks' elite with new tennis rackets and golf clubs. For a summer job it wasn't so bad.

The down side, of course, was that I had to work under the same roof as Mike Newton, the obnoxious leech of a horny teenage boy, whose only seductive move was to annoy a girl to death until she finally gave in - out of pity or exhaustion I wasn't sure. I don't know why he felt he had to try so hard. He was a good-looking guy, not my type really, but very boy-next-door. I just didn't get why he felt like he had to come on so strong. He was not terribly fond of me after I had to step in between him and his hopeless attempts to get Bella to go out with him sometime during sophomore year. Though I think he assumed it was because I was interested in Bella, because when she started dating Jake, Mike's murderous glances stopped being directed toward me. Apparently I was on his level now in his mind, as we were both "rejected" by Bella. If only he knew. Unfortunately, this now meant in his simple-mindedness that we were friends, and maybe in an alternate universe we could have been.

I couldn't really complain though, because if tolerating Newton was the worst part of my job, I had it easy compared to Jasper.

His father thought that back-breaking physical labor was the most beneficial type of work for a young man of 18 to do. I could agree with him to some extent, I believed in sound in body, sound in mind, but working at the docks in Port Angeles seemed a little much*. I had a small suspicion that even though his father had outwardly accepted his son's sexuality, he still thought it was a choice on Jasper's part, and that somehow hard labor would shock the straight back into him. Apparently he had never thought about all the sweating, well-muscled men Jasper would be working around. Or the lonely fishermen and seaman that docked temporarily in Port Angeles. Even though I had no real claim on Jasper except in my own imagination, I couldn't help feeling a little jealous. Mostly because of thinking about the possible temptations Jasper would encounter, but partly too because there was nothing at Newton's Sporting Goods to tempt me. The possibility had struck me that Mike was a closet case, but I was not at all interested in testing those waters.

I only wanted Jasper.

He would get up at 4 o'clock on Monday morning and drive to Port Angeles where he would work a full 8 hours loading and unloading vessels that came in to port. He usually stayed all week with his godparents who lived in Port Angeles. His godfather was a retired Army Officer that Jasper's father had served with during Desert Storm. I had met him after our graduation ceremony and I couldn't imagine that staying at his house would have provided a whole lot of opportunity for fun. I wouldn't have been surprised if he made Jasper run through a morning PT regimen. Assuming he wasn't too fatigued, Jasper would drive back to Forks on Friday afternoons. It left him exhausted nearly all the time. He went to bed shockingly early even on weekends, so I was only able to see him on the occasional weekend afternoon that my mother didn't usurp. Because his time in Forks was so rare, those afternoons were usually spent along with Alice or Emmett or Rose, all of whom were also clamoring to spend time with him. Needless to say, it left me pretty frustrated, and by the lust-filled looks he would shoot my way, I'm fairly certain he felt the same.

But this Friday night was different. The 4th of July was Monday so Jasper had a three day weekend, an extra day for him to catch up on sleep.

I was almost painfully nervous now, my hair a mess from my tugging at it. I had made out with Jasper exactly twice, and other than briefly in the pantry I had never even laid my bare hands on him anywhere below the belt.

Now I had a whole night alone with him.

Thinking about the possibilities this evening could bring was enough to send my overactive brain into overdrive. I'm sure I was wearing a hole through my mother's area rug in the front entryway to the house as I trekked back and forth from one edge to the other.

The knock at the door roused me from my pacing.

I approached it cautiously, took a deep breath, focused on my bare feet and swung the door open.

"Hi," I said lamely my eyes still down at my toes.

"Hey."

I made the mistake then of looking up. Before me stood Adonis.

He was already well-built, but his summer job had only increased the definition and bulk of his chest, arms and back. It was as if he left for Port Angeles that first Monday morning a boy, and came back a full-grown man. A man who was staring at me as if I were something to eat. I wanted to talk to him, relax for awhile with him, but his glorious chest was my automatic undoing. All rational thought escaped me and horny Edward emerged in all his glory.

His t-shirt became a casualty. I vaguely registered the sound of fabric ripping, but I couldn't be bothered with the triviality of apparel.

And then my hands and lips were all over his chest and his neck, until finally his lips forced themselves onto mine. My shirt soon joined his in the foyer and his hands were reaching for my belt when it registered to me that we could be a lot more comfortable if we were lying prone.

I practically dragged him up the stairs and into my bedroom, but it was he who pushed me roughly onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Our jeans and boxers and his socks and shoes were shed rapidly and unceremoniously, and soon his strong thighs straddled me. I almost lost it when Jasper started dry-humping me, his engorged manhood rubbing deliciously against me. We settled into a rhythm of thrusts all the while attached in a kiss fueled by shared pent-up frustration at our summer of separation.

Before my mind was completely lost to oblivion, I made myself take control of the situation.

"There's something I wanna try," I whispered, trying to uncover the boldness lurking underneath all the over-analyzing I had accomplished during my pacing earlier.

I sat up and urged him to roll over onto his back. He lied still then, watching me wide-eyed as I spread his legs far enough apart so I could settle myself between them. I met his eyes, licked my lips and went for it.

In one swift motion I leaned forward and closed my mouth around his cock, taking him as deeply as I could.

Jasper gasped at my sudden movement, bucking his hips up involuntarily. I released him from my lips for a moment, but only in order to lick around shaft, making it lubricated enough for my lips to slide up and down it with ease.

The guttural sounds emanating from his lips were so primal, untainted by the insufficiency of words to capture the pleasure he was feeling.

That I was making him feel.

I looked up to meet his eyes, seeing the blissful, hungry expression in those gray-blue orbs was almost too much for me. I couldn't wait. I had to remove my left hand from its position cupped around Jasper's balls and wrap it around my own cock. I was about to lose myself again in my ministrations when I felt Jasper shifting, leaning over to the side. It wasn't until he grabbed my leg, pulling me toward him that I realized what he was doing. I never let my lips and tongue leave his shaft as we maneuvered into our new position, but as soon as I felt his warm breath nearing my now positively throbbing erection, I had to stop and let out a groan.

As much as I enjoy watching him watch me, there could be no greater feeling in the world than having him suck me off as I sucked him. I was fighting not to climax as quickly as I had on the playground, so I focused on the feel of Jasper in my mouth instead. If I could make him cum first, then maybe he would not associate me with being a two-pump chump.

He seemed to like it most when I pulled my head back so only the tip was in my mouth and then swirled my tongue around it, before once again taking him as deep as I could. I tried to relax my throat as much as I could, and with each down stroke, I was able to take him in even further.

The downside was that the moans he was making with increasing fervor against me were not making it any easier to hold myself back.

But this time fate was finally on my side as I could feel him tense in front of me.

Only then did I finally give in and let myself feel the exquisite sensation that was emanating between my legs. I wasn't entirely sure what he was doing with his tongue or his lips or how it could possibly feel good to have his teeth drag across the one place on my body I had never wanted anything resembling teeth near, but it felt nothing short of amazing, and it only made me work on him harder.

Finally there was a brief lapse of contact when he pulled me out far enough to say "I'm gonna..."

And then he came.

I increased the suction as much as I could, and had him as fully in my mouth as possible. I could feel the hot liquid pouring down my throat. I couldn't understand why Alice had complained about swallowing, the idea that the indication of Jasper's orgasm – an orgasm that I had given him – was inside me, well, it made me feel kind of powerful.

I was still riding my high from his climax when my own came - suddenly. I looked down and saw his dirty blond curls, his eyes clenched shut, and the suction of his cheeks, and I was done for. I was hardly able to give him any warning before my whole body stiffened and colors danced before my eyes. He kept me gripped between his lips as I continued to shudder. I was starting to soften slightly when he finally let me go.

He sat up slowly and grinned at me, full of satisfaction and pride.

I crawled toward him and collapsed on his chest silently. We laid together, blissed out, words not needing to be spoken.

It was our echoing stomachs growling that revived us.

"No one's here but us?" Jasper questioned.

"Not until morning."

He looked at me knowingly and pulled us both out of the bed. Naked as the day we were born, he led us downstairs to the kitchen.

After some perusing through cabinets and the fridge, Jasper settled on chocolate ice cream. He went to the cupboard to grab a bowl, but I stopped him and pulled two spoons out from the silverware drawer.

He grinned at me, opened the container and dug his spoon in.

I thought there could be nothing sexier in the world than a naked Jasper, but a naked Jasper eating ice cream was an altogether different level of sexy.

He stuck his tongue out and caught a drip of the creamy chocolate that was starting to run down the spoon.

I let out a moan, having nothing to conceal my arousal.

He looked at me devilishly and then ever so slowly brought the spoon to his slightly open lips and pushed it between them. With a blissful look on his face, his lips closed around the spoon while he savored the flavor of the frozen chocolate treat. He made a small humming noise then and just as slowly pulled the now empty spoon out of his mouth, his parting lips the most beautiful blush color from the cold of the ice cream. His tongue darted out to lick the rosy flesh and then he swallowed exaggeratedly.

Fuck. Me.

"That was a dangerous move Jasper Hale." How I managed to keep my voice steady I will never know.

He raised an eyebrow at me, as if to say, "Prove it."

I moved around him as gracefully as I could with my raging hard on and opened the refrigerator, reaching for the chocolate syrup I knew I would find in the door. Lucky for me my older brother had a childish fondness for chocolate milk.

I could feel Jasper's eyes on me and I smirked at his own erection, standing proud as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. I put a hand on either side of him on the counter and pressed my naked body fully against his. This time we both moaned.

My tongue grazed his ear and then I reached for the bottle of chocolate sauce, overturning it to let some dribble out and down the front of his hard body. I licked all the way up and down his chest and tight abs, lifting the chocolate from his skin as I went, until I was on my knees in front of him. I flashed my tongue into his belly button where the final remainder of syrup was beginning to pool.

His whole body started to tremble.

I made Adonis tremble.

He composed himself long enough to grab the bottle of chocolate from me and with the most wicked of glances, drew a snake of chocolate from the head to the base of his penis.

I could have teased him and lightly lapped the chocolate with my tracing tongue, but I couldn't handle anymore teasing. So using what I had learned from our encounter upstairs, I relaxed my throat as best as I could, and took him more deeply than I thought possible, the entire line of chocolate fitting into my mouth.

What could only be described as a raspy scream came from the god I was worshiping and his fingernails started digging into my shoulders. I closed my lips down as tightly as I could, then I pulled them back, erasing the chocolate mark and swirling the underside of his dick with my tongue as I went.

I was only able to repeat the movement three more times, sans chocolate, before he came. Nearly toppling over me in the process.

I smirked up at him. His eyes were clenched tight and he was still gripping onto my shoulders for dear life. His legs were quaking so I reached my hands around his thighs to steady him. He opened his eyes then and they met mine.

"Give me... a minute... damn Ed," he panted.

My knees were starting to ache a little from the position, but I would have stayed that way forever if he needed me to. I began to massage the back of his thighs where I held them, it was almost an unconscious motion on my part, but me murmured a noise of approval and finally released his hold on my shoulders. I leaned back as he offered me a hand to help me up.

"I take it you approve?" I asked slyly.

"Very much," he nodded. "So much that I think I should return the favor."

Even though we still had not eaten anything substantial, he cocked his head in the direction of my bedroom. As we made to leave the kitchen, he grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup.

The rough, animalistic passion from before was replaced by a sensuous, playful game. And it was like that first night at the playground, exploring each other. Only this time there was no territory my lips and tongue didn't traverse.

From head to toe, tonight he was mine.

A/N: *Present day Port Angeles does not receive a lot of shipping traffic any longer, so Jasper's job most certainly would not exist. But, for the story's sake, I ask that you humor me... the lovin' made up for the oversight, right?