A/N Sorry this took a little longer than normal, watching an old friend tear itself apart tends to make my muse a bit flighty and morose.

"Whitlock, I don't know what the hell you did to Cullen, but I like it, you have made him into a born again hard recruit. I think that sad sack may actually turn into a decent officer that won't get himself or someone else killed his first week on the street."

"Yes Sir. Thank you for your confidence in my work, but Cullen has just become a motivated recruit. He's always been top notch academically; he just needed a little time to get squared away with the proper way of thinking. He's doing a good job now."

"Well, I think you both care looking towards a bright future with the department, and I will be glad to see you out there keeping this knucklehead on the straight and narrow. Cullen, I don't know what got into you, but it's done you some good, you are definantly born again hard. Now just keep it up and you are on track to graduate at the top of your class with Whitlock as your second."

Don't laugh. Don't even smile. I was never as glad in my life for my Marine Corp training as I was in the Directors office that day. Ed feigned a coughing fit to cover his loss of composure when the director asked "What had gotten into him", I was afraid he was going to say something. I just knew he was, he had been so damn casual about what we had been doing for the past few months that I was afraid someone was going to pick up on it, but it seemed that as he had gotten tougher appearing and more in line with academy standards, no one had a clue that almost every night he was begging me to just about pound him through the mattress.

The class shrinking in size at a fairly rapid rate as the academic as well as physical standards took their toll, and with the advent of practical exercises, injuries had also begun to decimate the ranks. In just the impact weapons block alone we had lost 3 recruits to broken hands, ribs and one shattered cheekbone. They would be able to cycle though with a later class, but only if their departments needed them and if they healed well enough to return.

Ed and I had both nursed some pretty substantial injuries, but due to his academic prowess and willingness to help out with study groups, the rest of the cadets took it easy on him, I had not been as lucky, and recovering from a dislocated shoulder had taken longer than usual because I could not miss a day of training unless I wanted to be recycled, and when I got struck in the head by one of the other recruits during 3on 1 hand to hand combat and knocked unconscious, I was afraid that I would be recycled even with my protests to allow me to continue, but I had awoken to find Ed lobbying heavily on my behalf and after I assured the director and our advisor that I would assume any liability for any long term effects, I was allowed to continue training, all I can say is , thank God it was a Friday and I had the weekend to recover.

"Thanks Ed, I guess I owe you one again."

"Oh I like the sound of that Jasper. What shall I collect from you that I haven't already gotten?"

" Oh Jeeze, I don't think I like the sound of that."

"Oh now come on Jasper, Have I lead you wrong yet? I do believe you seem to be enjoying the way I collect on my debts from you."

"I haven't had any real complaints, but I feel like hell so if you don't mind, I think I am going to take a shower and hit the rack and sleep for once."

"That's fine, Jasper, we have the whole weekend ahead of us."

"Yeah, right Ed, whatever."

"Wake up, Jasper! Wake Up!"

"Jeeze! What Ed! What the hell do you want? I have a fucking headache from hell and I feel like shit."

"Dude! You have been asleep for almost 24 hours! I think you need to get up and move around or some shit, it's starting to freak me out. You didn't even wake up when I put my junk in your face."

"Ed, why did you put your junk in my face?"

"To see what you would do with it."

In a lot of ways he had become a really dedicated, hardcore recruit that was taking to training like he was born to be a cop. In a lot of other ways, he was still a an overgrown teenager that seemed to thrive on teasing me, even though we had rapidly become best friends, if not something more to each other.

What we did with each other was not love making, I would not call us lovers by any measure of the word, though we had a bond and a friendship that had been formed due to the stress of the situation we were in, much like in combat.

Around Christmas time, Ed had reached out to his family to see if things had changed, and it had not gone well. He was alone in the world; in fact, he had been replaced by his sisters' new baby and was essentially written off as a lost cause as far as his parents were concerned. He never said much other than the bare facts, but hardness showed up in his eyes after that phone call, and it never left. He trained harder, and pushed himself to achieve more and more in the academy and with the department than even I had thought him capable of, that was also the first time he hinted that he might want to try to change how we were doing things between us.

I had never given much thought to how things worked in gay relationships before I actually got into one, but I knew that I liked what we had and I didn't want to change it. I had always seen myself as a man, and I didn't see that changing no matter what he suggested. I liked fucking him, he enjoyed taking it, and we had a pretty good thing going between us where we both got what we needed, though the first time he suggested I suck his dick we about had a brawl in the dorm room, but we worked it out, and it ended up not being as bad as I expected it to be, but I'm no bottom, and he's known that from the get go, any movement he made that even hinted at him trying to put it to me lead to me freezing up and everything coming to a screeching halt.

We talked about it a few times, and he was always hinting at it, but to me that was just something I hadn't been willing to do because to me it meant submitting, being the woman in the relationship, and while it all seems stupid now, at the time and considering how I had been raised, I felt perfectly reasonable and justified in my resistance because Jasper Whitlock submitted to no one.

"Seriously, Jasper, you need to wake up and move around a little. You have been out like a light and you are going to be really stiff, and while that might be a good thing in a lot of ways, Monday is going to be a bitch for training and you really need to make sure you aren't too racked to be my partner in the exercise."

"Why do you want me to be your partner, I would think you would want to team up with McCarty or one of the other meatheads for this one, after all, it's going to be facing off against some of the really big guys from the SWAT team and you know they are going to fuck us over really hard anyway."

"I know that Jasper, but if you and I team up together, that gives me the ability to distract them with my height and reach while you get them with your speed and low to the ground sneakiness. We will be unstoppable. Everybody else is evenly matched and will have to just battle it out the best they can being evenly matched, but we will have a good distraction on our side."

"You know what Ed; you just may be on to something."

"I know what I would like to be on, Jasper."

"We haven't done it that way in a while; I guess I don't mind lying down a little longer."

"No, Jasper, you misunderstand me. I want you. I want to top you. I'll take it slow and I'll make it soo damn good you will be begging me to do it again and again, but I want to be in you."

'Back off Ed, don't touch me; you aren't going to be able to talk me into that! We have had this discussion before and you know how it ends."

"Come on Jasper, you know I won't hurt you, you will like this, just give it a chance."

He had started running his hands over me and punctuating each thing he was saying with a kiss or a gentle nip along my neck, (one of my weaknesses), as he slowly climbed on top of me. I was interested in getting laid, and I figured we would have the same mock argument as always, he would tell me he wanted to top, I would say no, he would pretend to pout and then it would end with us both happy after I reminded him why I was the fucker and not the fuckee.

"Mmm Ed, what are you doing?"

I was feeling pretty close to boneless after he had given me a blow job that had left me believing that it just might be possible to go blind from sheer pleasure, when I crawled up over the top of me and started kissing and nipping on my neck again. He was lying between my legs and I could feel that he was not only harder than a rock, he was right there.

"I think you should let me collect a debt."

"Ed, let go of my hands."

He had managed to get ahold of my wrists in one of his giant paws and while he wasn't gripping tightly, he wasn't letting me go easily either. He continued what he was doing, nipping and kissing around my neck and my ear, his body heavy on mine but not crushing or displeasing, "Please Jasper? Just try it a little, no one but us will ever know and I promise you will love it."

He continued to nip and nibble and then when he realized I wasn't fighting him tooth and nail, he rose up and looked into my eyes, "Please Jasper?"

"Ed, I just…I just don't know how I feel about submitting to anyone, I've never been able to just give in, it's in my nature to fight and be in control."

"Jasper, you will still be in control, I promise. I won't hurt you and you will love this, we will take it slow and go at your speed."

"Slow Ed, damn slow."

"Jasper, I promise you, I will go slowly until you tell me different."

He let go of my wrists and began gently and what I would qualify as lovingly, stroking and kissing me, seeming to seek to relax every inch of my body and my spirit before he even made a move towards what was his ultimate goal.

I admit it, I was a coward. I lie there with my eyes closed, going with the ostrich school of thought that if I didn't see anything, then it didn't happen, just enjoying the feel of his hands and his mouth all over my body. I didn't open my eyes when he briefly got off the bed, I knew what he was going after, and I knew very soon that things were going to change.

When I first felt him brush his fingers very softly against my backside, it was odd, but not unpleasant, even though my entire body reacted by going on high alert and freezing up until Ed moved down and began distracting me by working my sated cock over with his tongue.

As that part of me rapidly returned to life and my focus was shifted from my backside to my dick once again, Ed began more and more insistently to stroke against my backside with his fingers and I found I wasn't minding as much until as he stroked past once he pushed one finger inside.

My breathing stopped as Ed intensified his attention on my dick as the movement of his finger stopped and he allowed my body to adjust to the intrusion. It felt funny. Not funny, "ha ha" but funny weird, and I wasn't quite sure I what to think. I was enjoying the other things Ed was doing so I just focused on relaxing and soon enough it didn't bother me as much and I noticed Ed was slowly beginning to move it in and out.

He had managed to shift around to where he was kneeling between my thighs, with one hand gently working at stroking my side and my chest, creating little paths of sensation that added to the intensity of the sensation that was taking place around my dick.

Ed had managed to get the lube open and he had coated the hand he was using to work over my backside and things were getting warm and slick feeling all over the place and it was hard to tell just what was going on until I felt him push a second finger inside me.

That about brought everything to a stop as the intensity of the feeling overwhelmed me and my first inclination was to fight against him and push him off, and out, but he intensified the attention he was giving my dick and I knew that if he kept on, I was going to cum in spite of the initial discomfort of what else he was doing.

My eyes were clenched shut and I didn't open them until he pushed a little further inside and did some weird twist and hit something that sent shockwaves through my body. I gasped and my eyes flew open as I was overcome with pleasure and the desire to actually push down against him even though my head was telling me that I should be resisting the intrusion.

He grinned around my dick and pulling off for a minute he looked up at me and said, "You liked that? Just wait a minute; I have something you are going to fucking love." He twisted his fingers again and hit that place and as I gasped and twitched in pleasure, he withdrew his fingers and taking more lube from the bottle, he coated his dick heavily and then placing the tip against me, began to press forward in place of his fingers.

It hurt. Take your breath away and make you want to punch someone in the face kind of hurt, and I started to pull away, but Ed leaned down and began kissing my neck and holding my arms so I couldn't really go too far. He rolled me up on my side and laid down behind me and started gently pressing into me again, and while it still hurt, the pain wasn't as intense and being cradled in his arms with him reaching down and stroking my flagging dick back to life to distract me, helped to ease it and before I knew it, he was halfway in, his gasps and groans telling me that he was struggling to maintain control and not just thrust as hard as he could. We were both sounding like a bad porn movie as he slowly began a rhythm that allowed him to ease a little further in each time he pushed back into me, and before too long he was all the way in, his body pressed all the way against me as he rested for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the completely weird feeling and himself to gain control.

"Are you okay, Jasper?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to move now."

"Okay, Ed"

He pulled way back and then slowly thrust all the way back in, somehow hitting that spot again and sensation overruled my minds objections as my body took over.

"Oh God, Ed!"

He didn't reply but I felt him grin as he was nipping at my ear, and he drew back and thrust forward a little harder. The grunt that came out of me was not of displeasure, and being he had learned to read me over the past few months, he soon, found a steady rhythm that was punctuated at each thrust by the sound of our grunts and moans of pleasure.

He maneuvered me back onto my back and though my eyes were still clenched tightly closed; I could feel him looking at me intently as my orgasm approached. He arms were wrapped up under my shoulders, his hands cradling my head, with his fingers wrapped in the little bit of hair that had begun to regrow in the intervening months, and somehow, my arms had wrapped themselves around his neck.

His thrusts were becoming harder but more erratic as me both reached our peak, and as I felt him press his forehead to mine, I heard him say, "Jasper, please, look at me?"

I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes and he smiled and kissed me as my orgasm hit me and I was lost in pleasure, but not too much to hear him say, "I love you."