I don't own Twilight. How can Rob be so goofy and awkward, and still be so incredibly hot? How is it possible, people?

This is a slash story with m/m lemons involved and language. If you're under 18 or that's not your thing, please just hit the red X.

There will be alternate POV's every day. Jasper will be first and is much more talkative. Edward not so much….. for now.

Chapter 14 - Change

J-

I'm still holding his hand and it doesn't feel strange or weird. I feel so grounded and calm. He's looking at me with those green eyes that seemed to see directly into my soul. How have I never felt this with anyone else before now? I know I'm only 17, but I've heard the guys talking. The ones who aren't trying to show off and make up shit about the girls around here really act like they care about their girlfriends. Ben and Angela have been going out for years and you can just feel the love between them. I was never jealous of what they had, because I didn't know what I was missing. If they feel for each other even a tenth of what I feel when I'm near Edward, I don't blame them for staying together. I don't even want to drive Edward home right now. I wonder if he would be opposed to me setting him up a place in the hayloft.

"Edward, can we talk while I'm driving you home? I have some things I really need for you to hear." I'm trying to be manly here and not let my voice crack and I think I do a pretty good job. That's until I realize the hand that Edward is holding, is shaking. I watch mesmerized as he slowly pulls my hand against his chest where his heart is.

"I would love to listen to anything you have to say, Jasper. I know we just met, so I'm willing to take this as slow as you want to." He's still holding my hand and is now rubbing my palm with his thumb. How can something so simple be so fucking arousing?

"Come on. My truck is parked out front."

Every male teenager in Indiana drives a pick-up truck. It's like a written law or something. They are a bitch to park and get shitty gas milage, but it's just what you do. It seems like we all always follow the leader around here. Always afraid to be different or step out of the box. I guess we just learn it from our dad's and everyone here is just too laid back to change. Loose jeans and plaid button-ups, Carhartts, work boots, and pick-up trucks are all just the standard uniform around here. I never realized how boring that all is until now. Looking at Edward in his tight ass jeans and T-shirt, his hair not cropped short but long on top and messy, just wakes me up even more. This right here was what was missing from my life, and I was just too stupid to even notice.

"My truck is the blue one." We let go of hands as we leave the barn. I don't blame him for not wanting to advertise this. Being the new guy is going to be hard enough without being known as the "gay" new guy. I know I'm not ready to let everyone around here know what I'm feeling. I want Edward to myself for a while without the complications of everyone else in our business. It might be fun sneaking around a bit this summer. I've never done that before.

We hop up in the truck and get buckled in. I can't help but glance over at Edward as I start the truck up. He looks a little nervous, and that's the last thing I want him to be when we're alone together. I reach my hand across the seat and turn it palm up. I didn't have to wait for long before I got the smile I was craving and his warm hand in mine. I hope he's ready to hear what I'm about to say.

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E-

Please tell me I'm not dreaming. Please let me really be sitting here holding Jasper's hand. His fingers are so long and beautiful. His hands are rough from all the calluses, but it just makes them even more perfect for me. I know he wants to talk, and I know what he's saying is going to be important, but damn if I can't help imagining what those hands and fingers could do to me. What would he think if I pulled his Fuck Hot Farm Boy hand over here and let him feel for himself what only holding hands does to me? No, I have to be good and listen. No hand-job for me today, but fuck if I can't help myself from imagining how amazing it would be.

Jasper wouldn't stop thinking today! Hope you don't mind him talking so much. Up next, THE TALK! Finally!

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