Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters... I do own an Emmett/Charlie slash fic that's never going to see the light of day.

A/N: See end. It's gonna be long and gushy. But, as always, I have to thank PerfectlyPersuasive for being beta-tastic with this chapter! I also have to thank OnTheTurningAway for sharing some picspiration with me. ;)

Our place.

Alice, Jasper and I all drove back to Seattle together a few days before classes started, both to get re-settled and to enjoy some vacation parent free. Over the course of the drive, Jasper and I were lamenting about school work and not being able to see each other as often as we'd like when Miss Clairvoyant made the suggestion of proposing a switch to Bella. That is, Alice could move in with Bella, and I could move in with Jasper.

Since dating Jake's friend Seth, Alice and Bella had started spending a lot of time together, and Alice knew they'd get along. Furthermore, since Bella was often at Jake's, it would give Alice the apartment to herself, and I assumed Seth, a few days a week. Leaving Jasper and I together in our own apartment.

Bella agreed readily. Even though she would miss me, I think she knew that this was a step that Jasper and I were ready to take. The only real reluctance about moving in with Jasper I had was the lack of time I'd get to spend with Bella. Even though both she and Alice insisted that I could come over anytime and our weekly dinners weren't going to stop, Bella had been my best friend since we were kids; I didn't want to lose her. So far, we had been able to maintain our friendship even as we grew up, as her relationship with Jake became serious and as I began seeing Jasper. I couldn't help feeling like it would never really be the same again, but I reconciled that this was part of the territory of growing up.

Jasper and I had been dating for almost two years and had lived together for the past two summers, so I knew we would get along. I still had some hesitance about being able to get work done without a buffer zone between us. Now that Jasper was a lot more serious about school, I knew that he would be around more but have less free time than he had in the past, but it wasn't Jasper I was worried about. I could see myself trying to distract Jasper out of his work, getting in his way, but then I realized that this was a compliment to Jasper's maturity. I respected him enough that I was determined I could keep my hands off of him when he was busy.

I could try anyway.

We decided not to tell the leasing office that Alice and I were switching, because it didn't really matter. Our rent was the same, and it all went to the same place. We assumed they'd make us sign new leases if we tried, and we weren't sure we wanted to stay another year.

Alice moved into my old room, and Jasper and I turned her room into an office. I had suggested sharing Jasper's closet with him. Both he and Alice looked at me as if I had sprouted a second head, so I kept my hanging clothes in Alice's old closet, putting everything else in my bureau, which was moved into the bedroom.

Our bedroom.

I didn't care about the way it was decorated, but both Jasper and my twin double-teamed me, convincing me that it would feel more like "our place" if we made some decorative changes that "reflected our personalities."

Since we couldn't paint the walls due to the terms of the lease, this meant we had to rearrange the furniture, along with putting up new curtains, throw pillows and artwork and photographs. I could at least get on board with the last part. Jasper insisted I hang the Titian print in the living room, but when Jasper started asking me about what color throw pillows to put on the couch to best compliment the colors in the painting, I was out of my element. I tried to appease him, telling him that whatever he picked out would be perfect. He knew I was patronizing him a little but just shook his head and muttered something about me being a poor excuse for a gay man. I let him fuck me bent over the kitchen table shortly thereafter, just to get my gay cred back.

Not that I didn't enjoy it.

On the contrary, I rather loved the fact that every surface of the apartment was now fair game.

I tried to be a little more enthusiastic about arranging the bedroom. We decided to be on the look out for cheap bedroom furniture, because nothing we had matched. Apparently, matching was important. Though, I did kind of understand why co-buying furniture would make our living together feel more permanent. Since we didn't have a headboard of any sort, I agreed immediately when he told me he wanted to put the three photographs I gave him for Christmas to hang above our bed.

Our bed.

We got rid of both of our full size mattresses and bought a queen, getting a deal on the floor model at a discount furniture store. Alice and Jasper forced me into a Bed, Bath and Beyond so I could help choose bedding. I insisted that I would like, and by like I meant hardly notice, whatever Jasper picked out, but I could tell that he really wanted me along. So, I caved.

We spent at least two hours in that damn store.

Though, admittedly, I did enjoy looking at the wall of kitchen tools.

I may have even bought a new microplane.

I nodded agreeably to the first comforter that Jasper picked up, and he rolled his eyes. I could sense that the afternoon was likely to end in him snapping at me for not taking this seriously, so I forced myself into choosing a favorite color.

Eventually, we settled on bedding in various shades of gray, even though, Alice kept trying to force purple on us, insisting that it was the color of royalty. I told her that if were going purple, we may as well just decorate the whole apartment in rainbows. She got a devilish gleam in her eye. Instead of yelling at me like I thought she would, she told me that she had the perfect idea for our housewarming present.

Now, I was worried.

I had to admit, after the few decorating changes we made, I no longer felt like I was in Alice and Jasper's old apartment.

It felt like ours.

Like, this was a preview for the rest of my life.

It felt... right.

It took a couple weeks after the start of the semester for us to fall into a routine that was agreeable to both of us. Luckily, we were both night owls, because one of my favorite things to do in the world was fall asleep next to Jasper and wake up with him the next morning. We usually ate breakfast together then walked to campus together, separating for our respective schedules. I tried to get work done on my breaks between classes, so I'd have more time with him in the evenings. Though, I had to work at least one evening a week for my internship, most days we would eat dinner together, and once a week, I would go up to my old apartment and cook a group dinner with Bella.

I quickly found that one of my favorite things about living with Jasper was going grocery shopping with him. We would go late at night, and it would turn into an hour long event. With a practically empty grocery store, we would get fewer dirty looks when I would grab Jasper's ass as he bent down to retrieve something from a low shelf or when he would come up behind me, pressing his body flush with mine, helping me steer the cart.

He didn't cook much, other than breakfast foods, so I would have to stop him from putting all kinds of pre-packaged, preservative-packed foods into the cart. He would pout when I insisted that Hot Pockets weren't real food. I agreed to a compromise though, so I turned a blind eye when he put several cans of SpaghettiOs into the cart. He claimed it was for the times when I wasn't around to make fresh marinara sauce, but from the way he batted his eyelashes at me when he said so, I knew he was mostly just trying to butter me up.

He accused me a being a food snob from time to time, but I never heard him complain when I fed him.

I, in turn, accused Jasper of being a neat freak. Before I moved in with him, I thought I was a neat person, and, admittedly, even a bit of a germophobe. I did do most of the actual cleaning, but Jasper was almost obsessive about putting everything in its proper place. He couldn't deal with the stacks of papers and books I would leave on the coffee table.

The first time it happened, I was getting ready to go to bed and had left my biology book and notes in a stack on the coffee table. As I stood up, I heard a huff.

"What do you think you're doing?" His arms were folded across his chest.

"Uh, going to bed?"

"You're leaving your books there?" I could hear the horror in his voice.

"Yes...?" I brought my voice up to ask.

His eyes grew as wide as saucers.

"I mean, no?" I questioned tentatively.

"I just want to keep the living room neat."

"You're going to be the mean parent, aren't you?" Neither of us were sure we wanted kids, in the very distant future maybe, but it seemed to come up in conversation a lot, even if in jest.

"Without everything having a place there'd be chaos," he smirked at me. Then he muttered, "you're obviously going to be the pushover."

Eventually, we compromised, and I agreed that I would take all of my work back to my desk instead of leaving it sitting out. I was not about to keep my desk as anally organized as Jasper's. That was my personal space. He blamed the military upbringing. I wondered how he and Alice got along, and when I asked her about it she said,

"I kept my bedroom door closed and told him there would be severe repercussions if he touched any of my makeup in the bathroom."

The only other issue we ran across was the fact that he would sneak his dirty laundry in with mine, and I would end up washing it unwittingly, noticing it only when I started folding. Though it bugged me a little that he tried to trick me, I also found it a bit endearing.

I decided to let him play his game for awhile and not tell him that I would be willing to do his laundry for him if he would just ask. I already did his ironing, before we even lived together.

After we had been settled in for almost a month, Alice came over one night and insisted that we throw a house warming party the next weekend. Of course, she took over most of the details, including invitations, decorating and food, which I was roped into preparing. Since it was close to Valentine's Day, she decided that would be the "theme." This wasn't entirely disagreeable, though both Jasper and I cringed a little at the idea of having our apartment covered in pink hearts.

Jasper promised he would accompany her to any and all trips to the party store to minimize the sickening cuteness Alice insisted upon.

"But it's Valentine's Day! It's about love and hearts and red and pink!"

"We're gay, but we aren't that gay, Ali," Jasper said.

I snickered as Alice glared at me.

She turned back to Jasper. "Well, what's your brilliant color scheme then?"

"Red and white, with black accents."

"Black?" Alice sounded almost disgusted.

"Black is sexy," Jasper said, coming over to where I was sitting and leaning forward to plant a less than chaste kiss on my lips, as he ran his hands down my black t-shirt covered chest. My own hands snaked around his neck, and I started running my fingers through his hair, forgetting the smartass comment about color schemes that had been on the tip of my tongue. I was trying to pull him down onto my lap when we were rudely interrupted.

"Ahem. Twin still in the room."

We both turned to Alice. I had honestly forgotten that she was still here.

"No pink," Jasper said pointedly.

"Diva," Alice muttered. Then, louder, she said, "Fine, but for the record, I am dissatisfied."

"Oh, Ali," I said, hating the disappointed expression on her face. "How about I use pink frosting on your cupcakes?"

She considered it for a moment.

"That's a start," she said.

Since most of our friends were coupled and had plans for Valentine's Day, we decided to hold the party two days before. The morning of the party Jasper went out with Alice to pick up supplies, and as soon as they got back I was shoved into the kitchen by my twin after Jasper reassured me that no pink hearts made their way into the shopping cart. Shortly thereafter, I called Bella to see if she would help me put together my twin's crazy menu.

"Did Alice come up with this?" Bella laughed as soon as she came into the kitchen.

"What gave it away? The fact that even the food matches the 'color scheme?'" I asked, as I chopped red bell pepper into strips that would be used as vessels for the white bean dip.

I put Bella to work assembling skewers that contained balls of fresh mozzarella, cherry tomatoes and black olives. After we had completed hors d'oeuvres, we set to work dipping strawberries in both very dark chocolate and white chocolate. While those set, Bella and I filled bowls with normal snack foods that I had convinced Alice to buy in order to appease our guests, namely Emmett. Then, Bella arranged a white-cheese-only cheese plate to serve along side red grapes. Meanwhile, I set to work on the final task of frosting the dark chocolate cupcakes with bright pink frosting; because as crazy as she was, I loved my twin and wanted to humor her love of the color pink.

After the food was prepared, covered, or tucked into the fridge to keep fresh before the guests arrived, Bella and I went out into the living room. I had to hand it to Jasper, it was probably the most butch Valentine's Day decorations at a party hosted by a gay couple could possibly look. Alice looked more than pleased with the results as well.

They had draped a thin red material over the lamp shades and over the curtain rods. Twinkling red and white strings of lights hung from the ceiling around the perimeter of the room. Slick black, red, and white heart-shaped balloons were tied to some of the heavier pieces of furniture. The coffee table, as well as the kitchen table, was draped in black cloth. Both were outfitted with white tea candles and red rose petals in the center.

I had to laugh when my eyes rested on the stove pipe hat sitting on top of the entertainment center.

"Inside joke?" Bella asked me, when she saw that it was the object of my gaze.

I shook my head.

"Today is technically Lincoln's birthday, not Valentine's Day."

"I told you he'd get it!" Jasper looked pointedly at Alice, who merely rolled her eyes at our nerdiness.

"I love it," I said to Jasper.

His eyes lit up. "That's why I love you."

Once Alice was certain that everything was in place, she and Bella went back upstairs to relax for a bit before changing for the party. Though, knowing Alice, she was probably setting Bella's hair in rollers at this very instant.

All the tedious preparation had already exhausted me, so I crashed on the couch and watched TV while rubbing Jasper's feet as he worked on a history paper from his laptop.

I hopped into the shower about an hour before the guests would arrive. As I stood in front of my closet with the towel wrapped around me, I decided that I was out of my element and called Jasper in so he could dress me. Though he didn't squeal like Alice did when I indulged her fashion sense, I knew he enjoyed it just as much as she always did.

He looked me up and down briefly and then said, "Wait right here."

He came back into the office carrying a small shopping bag that he thrust into my arms.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Valentine's Day present," was all he said.

I opened the bag and pulled out a pair of dark blue low-rise, rather revealing briefs that I would never, ever pick out for myself in a million years. I was a boxers kind of guy. Even though I zoned out when Jasper attempted to talk to me about or show me clothes, I had notice that his underwear had become increasingly less covering. I hadn't said anything to him about it, but I knew he could tell that I noticed. I certainly ogled him more than I did before, if that were even possible. I guess it made sense, if women could have sexy lingerie, why couldn't men? But, he had never once suggested to me that I go this route.

I saw the gleam in his eyes as his gaze roamed my body.

"For me to wear or for you to drool over?" I asked as I watched his eyes hone in on my package pressing against the towel.

"Mmm... both," he said in approval as his eyes lazily combed over my body.

I dropped my towel and slipped on my present. It was going to take some getting used to feeling so constricted, but when I looked down, my junk was emphasized quite nicely.

I caught Jasper rearranging himself as I looked up.

"Almost as good as seeing them come off," he murmured, shaking himself out whatever little fantasy he had playing in his head.

Call me vain, but I loved being able to have that effect on him.

He went to work in my closet, pulling out my motorcycle boots, a pair of black jeans, and a white button down, with the sleeves rolled up. Even I thought the ensemble was a little blasé until he brought me a pin-striped vest from his own closet to put over the shirt. The vest was too snug for Jasper, but it fit my slightly narrower frame perfectly. Jasper told me that I may as well keep the vest as he circled around me like I was a statue on display, eventually nodding in approval.

I looked way over-dressed from my usually routine of jeans and t-shirts, but Jasper was grinning at me like he had won the lottery. So, I thanked him with a kiss, and then went into the kitchen to put the finishing touches on Alice's menu.

Emmett, knowing that there would be free food, arrived with Rosalie just before seven. I took their coats and hung them up in the front closet. Rosalie complimented Jasper on the decorations, and Emmett just snorted and said sarcastically,

"You'd almost believe the two of you weren't a couple of buttpokers."

I rolled my eyes and led my wonderful older brother to the food.

Alice and Bella arrived shortly thereafter. Bella was wearing a simple blue v-neck sweater with skinny jeans. Alice, on the other hand, was deck out in a short pink dress. The color was so loud, it was all I could do not to crack a Pepto Bismol joke, but I figured Emmett would get to it once he could pull himself away from the refreshments.

I just raised an eyebrow and said, "Your way of getting more pink into the room?"

Alice beamed at me in silent twin assent.

After taking the girls' coats, I noticed that Alice was carrying a huge gift bag. She handed it to me. It weighed next to nothing, and horrible visions of sheer fabric and Jasper making me hang yet another set of curtains danced through my head.

"Open it!" Alice insisted.

"We were supposed to bring gifts?" Emmett asked, his mouth full of food.

"Uh, you've known Alice for how long?" I teased him.

"Anyway, it's not anything you need, I just saw it and knew you had to have it," the tone of her voice told me that this was Alice's revenge for not choosing her preferred colors for our bedroom.

Jasper grabbed the bag from my hands, tossed the tissue paper aside, peered into the bag, and started laughing. He held the bag open for me before taking it out.

I groaned when I saw it.

Jasper pulled out the gift to show everyone else the giant pillow shaped and colored like a rainbow Alice thought screamed Edward and Jasper. Emmett started guffawing, but Alice just ignored him, jumped up and darted into our bedroom. Jasper followed, dragging me behind him.

"See! I knew it! It looks perfect against the gray!"

"It actually does brighten the room a little," I said from the doorway. "In a whimsical sort of way."

Jasper and Alice gave me matching looks of incredulity. You would have thought they were the twins.

"Shit. Did I say that out loud?" I asked as my cheeks reddened.

Alice danced over to me and threw her arms around me.

"There's hope for you yet, Eddie."

Jake and Seth arrived then, along with Seth's sister Leah. I didn't know her very well; though, she was also a junior at UW. She had apparently just broken up with her boyfriend, and Seth was trying to get her out of the house. I wasn't sure a Valentine's themed party was the best idea, but once Tyler arrived and he and Emmett had all of us in stitches, I caught her laughing at the overgrown man-boys.

Jared was the next to arrive, along with Paul with his girlfriend Rachel.

Jane surprised me by coming along with Irina. Jane had been a serial dater up until this, so that they were together for over a year was pretty epic. I was sort of shocked when Irina squealed at seeing Rosalie and rushed in for a hug. I forgot that they were sorority sisters. They started gushing about wedding plans, and I hardly noticed either for the rest of the evening. Jane told me that Alec wanted to come, but had just started seeing a new girl and was already "pussy-whipped."

"Funny, I could say the same thing about you," I teased, when I saw her gazing across the room at Irina. She smacked me across the chest and walked over to hop up into Irina's lap.

I was thrilled when Angela arrived. She was still very shy, but since she already knew Jasper and Bella, and had met Jake, Seth, and Alice, she seemed a lot more comfortable than the girl I met on the first day in Oxford.

Ben was the last to arrive. As soon as he walked into the room, Emmett, mocking his fiancée, gave the most girlie squeal I had ever heard and slow motion ran over to Ben who opened his arms for the incoming hug. Emmett jumped up as he threw his arms around Ben's neck, and though it defied the laws of physics, Ben somehow not only didn't buckle under my brother's weight but managed to lift him off the ground.

Their comedic timing brought everyone in the room together for a laugh, breaking the ice for all the people in the room whose only connection was their acquaintance with either Jasper or me. With people from various areas of our lives all coming together I had my doubts at how well everyone would get along. I had visions of cliques forming, even among our small guest list, but as I mingled with everyone and kept drinks full and refreshments stocked. It seemed that everyone was having a good time, despite not all being previously acquainted.

I saw Tyler trying to teach the tiny Jane Taekwondo moves. Jared and Jake seemed to be in a heated debate about the current college basketball rankings. Irina challenged Seth to a game of Mario Kart Wii. after she heard him bragging about his times. This turned into a mini-tournament along with Paul and Emmett that Irina ultimately won.

The most shocking thing that happened was seeing Angela leaving with Ben. I had gotten to know Ben pretty well over the past three years. He was a nice guy, but it was still shocking to see Angela practically flirting with him.

As the night wore on, most of the other guests started heading out as well. Eventually, it was just Alice, Bella, Jake, Seth, Jasper and me. I was feeling worn out from playing host and had taken residence on Jasper's lap on the couch. The six of us we were shooting the shit, talking about what some of the people we had gone to high school with were up to now.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys," Seth said. "When I was home last weekend, I went grocery shopping with my mom and ran into Mike Newton there."

"Ugh," I groaned. That kid was never going to get out of Forks.

"I used to think he had a crush on you," Jasper laughed into my back. "I hated him for that."

"Really?" I was always surprised when Jasper told me that he had admired me from afar in high school. "Wait, you thought I'd go for Newton?"

Jasper laughed, "Well, when you put it that way, I guess it was pretty ridiculous. But, he did follow you around sometimes like a puppy dog."

"He followed everyone around like that," Bella broke in. Mike Newton had asked Bella out on almost a weekly basis until she started dating Jake.

"What is that loser up to anyway?" Jake growled, and I stifled a laugh, forgetting the weekly requests didn't stop immediately after Jake and Bella started dating.

"Get this," Seth continued. "He asked me what I was up to, and we made the usual small talk. I asked if he was still dating Jessica. He is, and she's pregnant, by the way."

"Oh, god," I smacked my hand to my forehead. "The last thing the world needs is more Newtons!"

"Yeah, I threw up in my mouth a little when he told me," Seth grimaced. "He asked me if I had met any cute girls at UW, and when I told him that I was dating Alice, he about shit a brick. He asked me when she and Jasper broke up."

"What?!?" Jasper shrieked into my ear.

"Well, you two did hang out a lot in high school," I reasoned; though, I felt a twinge of totally unfounded jealousy. I just didn't like people thinking that Jasper was something he wasn't; especially, when that something was supposedly dating my sister.

"Yeah, and we spent most of that time shopping," Alice snorted.

"What'd you tell him?" Jasper asked.

"Uh, I hope this is okay, but I told him that he was thinking of the wrong twin."

"I bet that went over his head," I smirked.

Seth laughed, "It did! So, I said point blank that the two of you were together. I'm sorry; I was sort of caught off guard."

"Doesn't bother me at all," I said. I actually felt a little relieved.

I felt Jasper's lips on the back of my neck.

"Me neither," Jasper responded. "Though, it will make the 10 year reunion somewhat less entertaining now that our whole class probably knows."

Seth exhaled with relief.

"Well, I don't know if your whole class knows, because Mike looked really uncomfortable with the information."

"I knew it! He did have a crush on you," Jasper teased.

"No, it's probably because he was in my gym class, and now, he's worried that I've seen his dick."

"You didn't sneak a peak at Newton, did you?"

"Are you kidding me? I kept my eyes up higher than anyone. Though, if you had been in my gym class, then all bets would have been off."

I turned to capture Jasper's lips in mine as he pulled me into him a little tighter, humming in agreement.

I had to admit I was a little surprised. I always kind of assumed that everyone had figured out that I was gay during high school. I never dated any girls, and I stopped letting girls make out with me at parties around the time a certain blond moved into town. Then again, since graduating, I hadn't spent any significant amount of time in Forks, so no one had ever seen Jasper and I together. I'm sure the Hales weren't shouting from the rooftops that their son was gay, and my own parents probably didn't think it was anyone's business.

I got up to freshen drinks, and Jasper followed me with empty glasses into the kitchen. I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss we had started in the living room. Once we parted for a breath, I pulled away and searched his eyes.

"So, you really don't care if people in Forks, people we went to high school with, know we're together?" I asked Jasper.

"I'm glad they know," he responded immediately.

I must have had a questioning look on my face, because he continued.

"I know I tried to hide in high school, and you did too. I'm not really proud of it, but it was necessary. I mean, I was on the wrestling team. Can you imagine what would have happened to me if anyone found out? But, the older I get, the less I feel like that kid who was afraid revealing my true self. Being gay is part of who I am. You, Edward Cullen, are a part of who I am, too. I don't care what the people of Forks think, but I'd much rather they know the truth than not. I always feel like I'm hiding something whenever I go home, and I think that feeling will go away now."

I loved this man.

I almost kicked our remaining friends out of our apartment so I could have my way with him.

I had to force horny Edward to wait.

I did the next best thing and spun a startled Jasper around, so I could grab his hips and rub my growing arousal against his backside.

"Why would you do that?" Jasper whimpered.

"If I have to suffer, so do you," I breathed into his ear before walking out into the living room.

Eventually, after reminiscing for another hour, the respective couples decided to break apart for the evening.

Even though it was pretty late, after we cleaned things up from the party, I was surprised to find that I was still wide awake. After I started the final load of dishes, I found that Jasper, too, was still up, sitting on our couch, watching an infomercial for an ice cream maker.

That gave me an idea.

I leaned over the couch and whispered in his ear,

"Meet me in the bedroom."

He turned around to look at me with wide eyes but grinned and nodded back at me.

I nearly skipped into the kitchen and quickly went to the fridge to retrieve a few items. I walked into the bedroom holding my supplies behind my back. Jasper was lying in bed in nothing but a pair of rather skimpy black briefs, his arms behind his head and his ankles crossed.

"What have you got planned?" He nodded toward my arms.

"What have you got planned?" I asked back. "You had on a lot more clothing a minute ago."

He looked at me and licked his lips. Then, making sure my eyes were on him, he sat up slowly as he uncrossed his ankles, rising up to his knees. He slowly hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the briefs and ever so slowly slid them down his thighs. My eyes honed in on his swollen cock as he settled back down onto the bed, fully removing the piece of black cloth and tossing it aside.

Jasper's strip teases killed me.

He knew it.

Slowly, I revealed the chocolate syrup and can of whipped cream from behind my back.

Jasper's eyes grew first wide, then hooded with desire.

"Lay back," I whispered, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of his naked form.

He leaned back, propping himself up against the pillows so he could watch me. I crawled toward him, raking his body with my eyes, trying to decide where to start. I turned the bottle of chocolate over and drew a line of syrup up his inner thigh, then licked my way up it, lapping up the chocolate as I went. When I reached the end, my nose was almost buried in his ball sack, and I took a moment to inhale his musk. I turned the chocolate bottle over a second time and dribbled a few drops of chocolate on the delicate area. I gently ran my tongue across and around each nut, tugging them gently into my mouth one at a time.

Jasper hissed in approval.

I handed the can of whipped cream to him.

"You spray. I lick." I ordered.

He grinned at me.

He started high, squirting a dab of fluffy cream on each of his nipples; which, I greedily licked off him, nibbling a little at the peaks, hardened from his arousal and from the colder temperature of the whipped cream. Then, he drew a trail down the front of his body, stopping with a large glob in his belly button.

Jasper knew how much I loved his chest. Even after nearly two years of being able to rub my hands across his broad chest and firm washboard whenever I wanted, I still ogled him on a daily basis. So, I took my time, licking down the front of his body, reveling in the feeling of his shivering against the feather-light touches of my tongue. I let my fingertips graze his pecs and trailed down lower, ending at his belly button; which, I dipped into hungrily, thoroughly lapping up any trace of the whipped cream.

Jasper giggled as I finished making work of his navel.

It was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard come out of his mouth.

"You're going to make yourself sick if I put this everywhere I want your tongue," he said flirtatiously.

"Try me."

It had been a long time since I had taken my time to worship his beautiful body. I wasn't about to stop.

"Okay," he bit his lip seductively. "But, you're going to have to help."

He pushed himself up to a sitting position, then turned around and got on all fours in front of me. He balanced on one arm then reached the can around behind him.

"Tell me if I'm getting it in the right places."

He started at the top of his ass crack, but hesitated because he couldn't see where it was going.

"Just put it everywhere," I whispered.

He moved the can back and forth in a sweeping motion. Then he dropped onto his elbows, gripping his pillow tight in anticipation.

I started at his left ass cheek. I traced slowly over the beautiful curve of his buttocks, lapping at the whipped cream as Jasper moaned softly into the pillow. I moved over to the center of his beautiful fleshy mounds and traced down the crack. His body began to quiver. I continued my path over to the right. I couldn't help it; I lowered my lips, sucking and biting at his perfect flesh. It was going to leave a mark, but I didn't care. Also, Jasper wasn't complaining. In fact, he had reached underneath his body and had his hand wrapped around his manhood.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" I scolded.

"Feels... so... good..." he moaned.

His noises spurred me on. I grabbed both of his ass cheeks and spread them apart slightly, so I could flatten my tongue and lick roughly up his crack.

"Fuck, babe," Jasper cried out.

I reached around to grab his wrist, stopping his ministrations.

I wasn't ready for this to end.

"Please," he whimpered.

As if I could deny him anything.

"Okay," I whispered, as I sat back and returned my tongue to his tight hole. I kneaded both of his ass cheeks, licking around the rim. His hips bucked slightly as his hand kept up its rhythmic pumping. No sooner than the first dip into his pucker, I could feel him tense and release with a loud, "Oh, Ed."

I couldn't help smiling when he screamed my name like that.

He buried his face into the pillow, but I could hear him panting loudly. I licked the remnants of the whipped cream off his cheeks, then sat back on my heels, watching him come down from his orgasm.

Eventually, he turned around to face me and my amused expression.

"How do last so long when I tease you?" He shook his head, "Being on the other side of things, I don't know how you stand it."

"I love the way you tease me," I smirked.

"Not this time," he said, and then, he pounced.

In one swift movement, I was on my back, my pants were unzipped and my dick was free from its dark blue enclosure. A second later, Jasper's lips were parting.

He immediately took me deep into his throat.

There was no teasing about it.

A/N: Incidentally, I love SpaghettiOs. I grew up on that stuff.

First, I have to say how absolutely floored I am that this story was reviewed on PPSS. (That's http://www(dot)pervpackssmutshack(dot)com.) I'm still stunned that some of the writers I love and adore have read my little story. Thank you so, so much for the rec and review!

Second, thank you to all of the readers of this story, both old and new, for your reviews and adding this to favorite and alert lists. I've reached an awful period of writer's block and am dealing with some personal issues, and I'd probably give up were it not for all of you. The good news is, I think I'm slowly starting to come out of it and will be able to finish SMIH in a timely fashion. We're nearing the home stretch.

Third, I've decided that I don't mind if I am e-stalked on Twitter, even though I'm the most boring person in the world. I'm there as tuesdaymidnight, so find me if you'd like. I like to tweet obscure song lyrics.

Fourth, if you read and liked "Permanent," one of my one-shot entries to the Slash Backslash Contest, you should know that I am turning it into a three-shot. The second installment was posted last week (or so), and the upcoming third part will include my first threesome ever. Yikes!

/end epic A/N.