Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters... I just like to make it NC-17. ;)

A/N: Thank you all for reading and reviewing! I'm totally floored by the number of you who've put this story on alert and I love each and every one of you who have reviewed. So long as the ideas keep coming, I'll keep writing. I no longer have a final number of chapters in mind, but I'm fairly certain that I have enough to at least get our boys through college graduation.

Now, as promised...

I didn't think this really qualified as a date. We both only had morning classes on Wednesdays so we were just going to meet for lunch and then go study together at a coffee shop. But in my overactive mind it felt like the start of something, like my brain had finally caught up with my dick and it wanted more from Jasper than an all-season pass to his spectacular body.

Even though this wasn't really a date, it kind of was, so of course I was a nervous wreck about it. Alice, who had shrieked into the phone so loud when I told her that Jasper told me he loved me that I think I sustained permanent damage to my high-frequency hearing, insisted on coming over before classes this morning to dress me.

At first it didn't register to me when Jasper had uttered the three words that I had spoken to him in my head so many times. But as soon as I was able to comprehend anything beyond my pounding heart, I was able to whisper back,

"I love you too."

He had thrown his arms around me then and we just held each other.

"What now?" Jasper asked after awhile.

I was just as clueless as he was about what this meant. I just knew that I didn't want to ever be apart from Jasper again.

"Well, maybe, I don't know. Maybe we could go out together, like on a date. Do people even date anymore?" Of course people dated, even I dated, but the embarrassing rambling spewed forth. "I just- I just want to be with you Jasper, I want to know everything about you. And we've always been so good at the physical part, but I really want to know who you are. Underneath it all."

The way he kissed me in response took my breath away. It was so cliché, but having declared our love just made our physical response to each other that much stronger. The only thing that stopped us from progressing any further was my stupid roommate coming home from his walk of shame.

Alec was all right, a bit of a slob, but overall a good guy. I could have gotten stuck with a lot worse. Jasper's roommate didn't even speak to Jasper; he just sat at his computer all day doing god knows what. Alec didn't care that I was gay at all. His sister Jane was a lesbian and I had gotten to know her through some of the QSA sponsored outings. Alec even came along to events sometimes, though I noticed he only seemed to do so when there was guarantee of free food.

But seeing me in only pajama pants and Jasper in nothing but those fuckhot red boxer briefs making out on the futon was probably pushing it. So we broke apart and quickly dressed.

Now a week and a half had passed since Jasper had declared his love for me and I spoke mine aloud. I hadn't seen him much during the week, and that weekend Emmett, Alice and I had gone home to Forks for my dad's birthday. I didn't tell my parents about the change in my relationship with Jasper, partly because I wasn't sure exactly what it was yet, but mostly because I didn't want to answer the inevitable avalanche of questions including how long this had been going on. My mother somehow knew that Jasper stayed over at our house that lovely Friday in July, which confused her to no end because I never hung out with Jasper alone. It probably didn't help that whenever she brought it up I shrugged it off. I'm sure she knew though, Alice's omniscience had to come from somewhere.

I noticed that a lot more people seemed to pay attention to me as I walked to class that morning. Mostly girls, but because I was more attuned with them, I caught a couple guys checking me out as well. Apparently Alice's magic worked; though I was way over-dressed for attending class. I usually just wore jeans, a t-shirt or button-down and trainers. But today, starting at my feet, I was dressed in my Kenneth Cole boots, slim-fitting, boot-cut black jeans with a black leather belt, and tucked into them was a fitted, long-sleeved black button-down shirt that hugged me in the right places. I left the top couple buttons undone. Spring had not yet fully sprung in Seattle, so I had to cover the ensemble with a black trench which I left hanging open. It was a lot of black, but Alice assured me that it worked. She was right; being the man in black seemed to be attractive. But I didn't care about the bystanders, I just wanted Jasper to get hot and bothered.

I got to the restaurant first, and stood outside, leaning against the building, one knee bent with my foot resting against the wall. It was warm enough by then that I shrugged out of my coat and draped it over my messenger bag which rested beside me. When my dirty blond Adonis came strolling up toward me I could see that his eyes were wide. He greeted me with a smile, looked me up and down, and licked his lips. Thank you, Alice. He held the door open for me, and I could feel his eyes on my ass as we went into the restaurant and were led to a table. It was the non-fastfood restaurant that was closest to campus, and the crab Rangoon was delectable.

I was perusing my menu when Jasper's voice uttered words that cut through me like a knife.

"I thought I could do this, but I just can't."

I froze. This was ten, no a hundred times worse that seeing him with that guy at the party. I was about to have a breakdown in the middle of the restaurant but I was too shocked to do so.

It was an eternity of a split second before I felt a warm hand prying my own from the death grip I had on the menu and then squeezing it tightly.

"No, no!" he was speaking very quickly. "You misunderstand me, Ed. Not 'this' as in you and I, 'this' as in Chinese food."

"What?" I'm sure I sounded like an idiot, but the proper synapses just weren't firing.

"I- I don't like Chinese food. I hate it actually. When we lived in El Paso my best friend's parents ran a Chinese restaurant. He and I would bus tables in exchange for food. I just ate so much Chinese food... I can't stand the sight of it anymore. Plus, Hu's parents would complain about a lot of tricks of the trade that some of their competitors used that, uh... circumvented health codes. I know I suggested it, because it's close to campus and Alice told me you liked this place... but I'm sorry, I can't."

The realization slowly developed in me. He still wanted to be with me. He just didn't want to be with me here. And only because he didn't like the food. I wondered if he felt the same way about Thai food. That could be a deal breaker.

I laughed, both at the misunderstanding and at my current train of thought, which helped to ease the tension that was beginning to knot in my shoulders. I couldn't properly express my relief so I just stood up.

"Well, let's go somewhere else then."

Jasper smiled in return and leaned in to kiss me gently on the cheek.

"Thanks babe," his arm snaked around my waist. "Though if you really wanted to stay, I would have choked down some egg rolls for you."

It was just a kiss on the cheek and an arm around me, but it made my heart leap. It was the first time he had shown me any affection in a public place, where strangers could see. I didn't know how long it would take for it to sink in that this was really happening.

We apologized to the hostess on our way out, and settled on an Indian place a few streets over that we had both wanted to try. It was a bit of a walk, but spring thaw seemed to be buzzing in the air, plus it allowed me to hold onto his soft, warm hand for that much longer.

I had told Jasper during a phone call earlier in the week that I was really serious about wanting to get to know him better. He laughed at first, because we had known each other since sophomore year of high school, not to mention that there were certain parts of each other's anatomy that we knew intimately. But after I reminded him that we didn't spend much time together, or much time talking at all really, he readily agreed with me.

"I don't even know what you order at a coffee shop," I had said.

"You're right. I guess it just feels like I've known you my whole life."

I almost melted.

And then he added, "But I do know that there's a little spot behind your left knee that makes you moan when I lick it," the tone of his voice had gone husky.

Had Alec not been in the room at the time, I would have asked Jasper to talk me off.

So after we placed our order, I started drilling Jasper with questions.

"Any other food you don't like?"

"Not really, I guess I'm not fond of beets, but luckily I don't come across them very often. You picky about anything?"

"Oh, there's some weird health food shit of Alice's that tastes like cardboard, but other than that not really. I'll even eat liver and onions."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"My Grandma Hale used to make the best liver and onions. She would always make something else for Rosalie, because she would cry and refuse to eat it."

"Somehow I can picture that."

"My turn," he said. "What's your favorite movie?"

"Wow, we've never even watched a movie together have we?"

"Hmm... alone with Edward in a dark room... I move to introduce weekly movie night into our schedules."

"Motion granted," I laughed. "I guess my all-time favorite is probably Cool Hand Luke, yours?"

"The Godfather. One and Two. There's no point in distinguishing."

"That was actually my second choice. But I- well, nevermind."

"By the blush on your face, you have to tell me now."

"Okay, fine. Paul Newman was the first crush I ever had."

"He was a fine-looking man," Jasper agreed.

"Who was yours?"

"Well it wasn't all that long ago that I let myself have crushes on men," he qualified. "But it was probably Johnny Depp."

"Mmm... such a shame he's straight," I agreed.

We continued to question one another in that manner for the rest of the meal.

I was feeling full and sluggish after lunch. We lingered on our walk, not really ready to study. Our hands were clasped together, swinging between us and we enjoyed the crispness of spring that emerged in the afternoon air. All too soon we were entering the coffee shop and waiting to place our orders at the counter.

"I'll have a medium soy latte," he was speaking to the barista, but his eyes were gazing into mine the whole time.

I beamed at him, leaned in and planted a kiss square on his lips.

"Sorry," I said to the red-faced girl behind the counter after I pulled away. "I'll have a café au lait, the biggest size you have."

We settled into studying. I took my school work very seriously, and Jasper picked up on my mood so we worked in silence for a few hours, our legs and hands sometimes purposefully brushing up against the other's. A few times I caught Jasper staring at me through his eyelashes.

After I was satisfied with the amount of work I got done, I asked Jasper if he was ready. He jumped up readily and we made the short walk across campus to my dorm.

My dorm room was empty and we were barely inside the door before his body was attached to mine, pushing me back to the futon. I thought after his experience with James that he would be a little gun shy at being physical. He told me that if I were anyone else, he probably would be, but he insisted that he wasn't sure he could exist and keep his sanity if we didn't restore our physical connection. He was clearly trying to establish that connection now, and who was I to refuse? His tongue plunged into my mouth as he pressed me down into the futon, settling himself between my legs and lowering his body on top of mine. I could feel his hardness rub up against me even through our layers of denim. As I was about to press my hips up even further, he sat back on his heals.

I may have whimpered at the loss of contact.

But then, he started ever so slowly unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, gradually exposing my second favorite part of his anatomy. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch. Jasper smirked at my change in position, or maybe at the fact that I was practically drooling. When he reached the last button I couldn't take it anymore, in a matter of seconds I sat up, pulled off my own shirt unceremoniously, finished Jasper's work of pushing his own shirt from his arms, and pulled him back down on top of me. The feel of his bare chest against mine was pure ecstasy.

I was getting lost in the feeling of his lips, the weight of his body over me, and the feel of his arousal rubbing against mine when we heard Emmett's loud voice booming through the hallway.

"Hey Al! Are you heading back to your room? Do you know if Ed's around?"

I groaned, sat up, grabbed my shirt and threw it back on.

I felt Jasper's eyes drilling into me. He had made no move to put on his shirt, which wasn't helping to make the tightness in my pants disappear. I looked at him questioningly and he just shook his head and returned to his position on top of me.

"Let's test their limits," he whispered slyly into my ear.

Then he turned us so we were facing each other on our sides, his back pressed against the back of the futon. We continued our makeout/grinding session, and as we heard the key being shoved into the lock, his right hand lowered to grab my ass. He slid it down my thigh and then grabbed my left leg, hitching it over his hips, and returned his hand to my ass. I could hear the key turning but I couldn't stop myself. He overwhelmed me until there was nothing else in this world. I started dry-humping him rhythmically and he reciprocated, squeezing my ass, pushing my hips even harder into his at the pace I set.

A voice broke out, but we didn't stop.

"Edward are you... oh, shit! Sorry, I... fuck!"

Alec left the room in a flash, closing the door loudly behind him.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't stop what I was doing. Jasper's confidence was contagious. If we kept this up much longer I was going to shoot my wad into my jeans.

And then I could hear Emmett's voice, closer this time, "You look like you've seen a... what? Is my little bro ass-pirating in there? Give me the key."

Not ten seconds later Jasper and I were being pelted with pillows, socks, notebooks and whatever else Emmett could grab.

I buried my face in Jasper's shoulder. He smelled divine.

"Damn cockblocker," Jasper muttered.

Emmett just laughed. "Alec, dude, they're not even naked."

I finally got the nerve to look up.

"Maybe he was just respecting our privacy."

Jasper and I sat up, though I didn't want to break our connection, so I threw my legs across his lap and he rested his left hand on my thigh.

The color finally started to return to Alec's face, and he spoke: "We need a signal or something. Sock on the door, Marvin Gaye music, anything."

I knew that his shock and embarrassment had nothing to do with my being gay; I would react the same way if I caught him here with a girl.

"You might want to Scotchgard that futon too, since it's soon going to be covered in man jam if it's not already."

Jasper and I simultaneously threw the pillows back at Emmett's face.

"I'm just saying," Emmett said with a grin. "Now, sorry to ruin your foreplay, but I need to ask you a favor. Rose's big sister is getting married this weekend in San Diego and Rose wants me to go with her."

I was confused for a second until I realized that Emmett was talking about her sorority sister. I was never all that interested in the Greek system. A few guys tried to get me to pledge Delta Lambda Phi but I insisted that it wasn't my thing, frankly the rituals and ceremonies kind of frightened me.

Emmett didn't notice my confusion and kept going. "We're leaving tomorrow morning and won't be back until late Sunday. I need you stop by my apartment once or twice over the weekend to get my mail, feed the fish and water my plants."

"No problem, wait, you have house plants?"

We shared a look and at the same time said, "Mom."

Emmett gave me his spare key, chatted with Jasper for awhile about wrestling and then left me with specific instructions for the care of his ficus. It was a little weird to see Emmett being so protective over a houseplant, but I had a feeling that Rosalie had something to do with it.

So now here it was Saturday afternoon and I still hadn't checked in on his place.

I called and asked Jasper if he wanted to come with me so I picked him up at his room before we walked over to Emmett's place. I loved that it had quickly become customary for him to hold my hand whenever we walked somewhere together; we were almost the same height, so our hands were just naturally at the same level.

Emmett's apartment wasn't very far from campus, so the walk was only about 15 minutes. I hadn't been over to his apartment very much this semester, so I was shocked at how neat and tidy it was. My brother wasn't a slob by any means, but he was the type of guy who wouldn't care if there were dirty dishes in the sink for a few days or dirty socks all over the place. I could only conclude that he and Rosalie were getting serious and he was trying to please her.

I think Jasper drew the same conclusion, "If your brother marries my sister, that won't make us related will it?"

"Well, she'd be my sister-in-law, but I don't think it makes you anything."

"Not that it'd matter, but it'd still be kind of weird."

I nodded in agreement, setting Emmett's mail down on his kitchen counter, which included the latest issue of Penthouse – ah, same old Emmett, then put the watering can under the faucet to fill. I added some plant food and then set about the task of watering while Jasper tended to Emmett's fish tank. I was watering the ficus in Emmett's bedroom when I felt Jasper come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. His lips pressed against the back of neck and I was a goner.

I meant to take things slow, I really did, but it was no longer in my control. My body was taking over and I could deny it no longer. And that big, comfortable bed was just... there.

I cocked my head toward it and gave Jasper what I hoped was a sultry look.

He responded quickly.

His lips were as soft as ever, but there was something different this time, as if I were kissing him for the first time. And in a way I guess I was, this was the first time we were letting ourselves get really carried away without the chance of being walked in on since the summer, before our estrangement, before our declarations of love.

"Emmett is going to kill us," Jasper pointed out, stopping the kiss.

I put my lips back on his, not willing to break the union long enough to answer. It came out something like this,

"Mmm...

Kiss.

"He'll-

Kiss.

"get o-

Kiss.

"verit."

Jasper just groaned and kissed me back in response.

We went slow, which was new for us. Usually tenderness only came after a frantic, primal orgasm or two. But this was pure passionate bliss. We stripped each other slowly, as soon as his chest was free I couldn't help but touch it, lick it, let my teeth graze over his nipples. Eventually we stood before each other, naked and vulnerable. He cupped my chin in his hands and then he tilted my head to the side and brought his lips to my neck. He gently sucked on my neck and then up to my earlobe, before pulling me lightly down onto the bed, and then we were facing each other, on our sides, our legs intertwined. At the same time, we paused, our eyes meeting.

Something in the mood shifted and suddenly everything was right, the stars, the planets, everything was in perfect alignment and I knew I was ready. Jasper was ready. This was it. Even the butterflies in my stomach let up, as if they knew that there was nothing they could do to stop this from really happening.

In a brief moment of rationality I jumped up from the bed, startling Jasper. I went over to Emmett's bedside table and frantically searched through the drawer.

"Dammit."

"Bathroom?" Jasper suggested, catching on. "Unfortunately Rosie may have mentioned something about shower sex to me the other day."

I just shook my head as I took my search to the bathroom. I didn't want to think about Emmett and Rosalie together, especially not because of what I hoped to be doing with Jasper on Emmett's bed momentarily.

I pulled open the medicine cabinet. Bingo. A box of Trojans and a bottle of warming personal lubricant.

I went back into the bedroom as the sound of gentle music flitted through the air. I found Jasper stretched across the bed, lying on his stomach, messing with his ipod, which he had put into Emmett's docking station.

He looked so beautiful with his hair curling into his eyes, biting his lower lip as he concentrated on putting together a playlist. My eyes followed down his body, the elegant curve of his neck, his broad muscled back, stopping to linger my gaze on his perfect, firm ass. He looked over at me then and I held up the findings of my scavenger hunt. His eyes lit up and he slowly crawled across the bed toward me on his hands and knees, he eyes blazing with lust.

"Fuck, Jasper. You are so goddamn sexy," I could hardly form the words.

"It's all for you," his voice lowered in the way he knew drove me crazy.

I pounced.

My lips were on his in a split second and then I moved on to his neck and his chest, pressing hasty wet, open-mouth kisses all over his body. I met his eyes and they were laughing at the onslaught of my attack. So I stopped and hovered over him, resting on my forearms, then leaned down slowly to wrap my lips around his Adam's apple the way he liked.

"Mmm..." he sighed. "How do you want to do this?"

"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." Even I was getting annoyed at my inability to be straightforward. "I mean, I don't think it matters to me. I want to do everything with you. But what do you want?"

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

I groaned.

"But Ed, I- I need you to- I need you to be inside me. Now."

And then he was everywhere, the only thing any of my senses could register. Hearing those words was the final spark I needed to ignite the fire that was slowly fueling inside me. I locked my eyes on his while grabbing one of Emmett's spare pillows, I folded it in half and slid it under Jasper's hips, bringing the promised land up to a slightly better angle. I scooted down and traced my tongue around his entrance, then licked slowly up to his balls, putting each one in my mouth, then continued up his shaft, ending with a swirl around the head.

I met his eyes once again and that was all the reassurance I needed.

If pure love and desire ever existed anywhere in the world, it was right here between me and Jasper.

I surprised myself by the dexterous ease I used to sheath myself with the condom, I spread what seemed like a lot of lube on my cock and positioned myself for entry.

"Are you ready?"

Jasper nodded and spread his legs further apart, feet on the bed.

With the help of the lubricant, I slowly pressed the tip of my cock into his hole.

Jasper exhaled.

"Does it... hurt?"

"Not really," a beautiful giggle escaped his lips. "It just feels... weird. But not bad weird."

He looked up into my eyes, they looked bluer today than usual and more intense than ever.

"Not bad at all..." he trailed off, smiling.

I took that as my sign to continue. So I slowly started rocking my hips back and forward, pushing in a little further each time. I was concentrating so hard on not hurting him that it wasn't until I was almost fully inside him that I finally opened myself to the sensation of his tight walls around my dick. The only thing that stopped me from cumming right there was the feeling of latex wrapped around me. Jasper was so warm and so tight, I couldn't even begin to describe the sensation. Words were inadequate.

Once I was fully in I stopped for a moment, then receiving no complaint from Jasper, I slowly pulled out, shifted my hips slightly and plunged back in. Apparently I had made the right adjustment because Jasper's response was immediate.

"Fuck. There. Right there. Faster. Oh don't stop," Jasper was already panting underneath me, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.

I picked up the pace a little, but I didn't want it to be over too soon. I leaned forward so I could connect my lips to his. Then I straightened back up and settled into a rhythm with the music drifting through the room, taking his cock in my hand and pumping it with the beat. We didn't speak, other than the sporadic panting and moaning. The feeling was exquisite but as I held his gaze my heart began to swell. I needed to be closer. I stopped the ministrations of my hand, intending to make up for it later. I moved his hands from where they had settled on my ass, pushing me gently in and out, then interlaced the fingers of my right hand with his left and pressed it down into the mattress above his head. I mimicked the motion with my left hand and his right, leaning forward until our torsos connected.

Being so close to him like that, feeling his own pending release building between the friction of our bodies, thinking about how he was so willing to give himself to me, how he needed me, how he loved me.

It put me over the edge.

"I love you, Jasper," I whispered at his ear, and then with another thrust I came, with such intensity that tears welled in my eyes. As my body pulsed I vaguely registered Jasper tense and release below me. I pulled myself slowly out of him, and collapsed. I was partially on top of his body, and I still had the condom on, but movement was impossible. I buried my face into his neck, and let the tears fall.

I think Jasper understood my reaction, because I felt his hand gently stroking the back of head and heard him whisper back,

"I love you too."

We stayed like that for a long time. The light in the room had started to fade with the sun when we finally got up to clean ourselves. When I walked back into the bedroom I realized that it reeked of sweat and sex. For a split second I thought about just leaving and facing Emmett's wrath later, but my conscience got the better of me. And I began to strip the sheets off the bed. Thank god Emmett had a washer and dryer in his apartment.

Jasper laughed at me as he joined me in the bedroom.

"You don't have anywhere important to be for the next hour and a half do you?" I asked, as he helped me carry the linens to the washer.

"Wherever you are is the important place for me to be."

Who knew Jasper Hale was so romantic? Once again he nearly brought me to my knees with his words.

We ended up spending the rest of the evening in Emmett's apartment, raiding his fridge and taking advantage of his Wii. It was late when we walked back to the dorms. We got to my building first, so Jasper walked me to my room, giving me the good night kiss to end all good night kisses as he left.

The next evening as I was walking over to Jasper's dorm, I got the phone call I anticipated.

He didn't even say "hello."

"Why are there clean sheets on my bed?"

"What are you talking about, Em?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. There are clean, downy fresh sheets on my bed. And don't pretend you don't know, because I never, ever make my bed this neatly. Only you make perfect hospital corners. Now come on, I can only think of one reason why my little brother would wash my sheets and remake my bed."

"You mean your little, no-longer-a-virgin brother?"

"Dammit, Ed. I can't even be mad at you now. I'm not saying that I'm not still pissed that you used my bed for your ass party, but I'm proud of you man. Please give me absolutely no details about pitching and catching, but how was it?"

"Thanks, man. It was awesome, amazing, transcendent. The air literally tastes sweeter now."

Emmett laughed. "Welcome to the land of the sexually active," he paused and I could almost hear the wheels turning. "Shit! Now I can't make fun of you or Jazz about your v-cards anymore."

"Yeah, but think about all the buttplug jokes you can make."

His voice brightened. "You're right! You really are an ass jockey now!"

"Is that all Em?"

"Yeah, yeah, I need to make another phone call. 'Night."

"Good night, bro," I said as I knocked on Jasper's door.

"When you answer your phone say 'Ass jockey speaking,'" I blurted out, before pulling him in for a kiss.

"What?" he said, just as his phone rang.

He looked at the caller ID.

"Ass jockey speaking," he said with a smirk. He laughed at Emmett's response then said, "Yeah, he's right here."

I let them finish their conversation, and as they discussed whether or not Rosalie should find out about our use of Emmett's bed, I stripped down to my t-shirt and boxers and settled myself in Jasper's bed.

I heard him say, "Later, man." And then he climbed up the loft ladder and straddled my waist.

"Going to bed already?" his voice was playful. "You know, Felix probably won't be back tonight, now that he found himself a girl he doesn't spend a whole lot of time here."

"I was counting on it."

I lifted my hands and ran them through his hair as he came forward until we were face to face.

"Are we even going to put in a movie under the pretense of watching it?"

Jasper laughed and silenced my question by taking my lips in his.