If on a Winter's Night

by Touchstone67

One fateful, winter's night, Edward and Jasper's lives are turned upside down. Is their relationship strong enough to withstand the aftermath, or will they be driven apart forever? Rated M for sexual situations, language. AH J/E slash

15. Remember I'll Always be True

Disclaimer: S. Myer owns all, but what I wouldn't give for a Jasper of my very own-sigh.

A/N-A lot of you were very happy for Edward, even shedding some tears for his erection (lol) and their first ILYs since the accident. This chapter picks up where that one left off, but we've also got some Jpov on some events that happened in Edward's chapter. Again, I think sometimes we really need to see what the other is thinking, and things like…why doesn't Newton say anything to anyone? What was Jasper thinking at Senior Night? Oh, and I feel guilty this chapter is only 16k…

Thank you to everyone that has read, recommended, reviewed, and learned from this story. Star Wars cookie cutters for you all!

Special thanks to Dannie, who stuck by me for so long with this story, if it wasn't for her encouragement and faith in my writing, they wouldn't be here.

This chapter is unbeta'd, all mistakes, grammatical and otherwise, are mine.

Now Jasper pov

"**~~**"

If on a winter's night he hadn't trusted me…

"**~~**"

Fucking sated.

Relaxed.

Drained.

And every other fucking synonym there was, I felt. I couldn't remember the last time I had come so completely and utterly undone. Lying limp on Edward, I let him support my weight completely as my head rested on his shoulder. Behind me, his chest heaved and his panting breaths washed over my neck and shoulder. Watching me come in my pants had unraveled him as much as it had me. My entire body felt loose as I turned my head toward him, my forehead nudging his jaw. Edward's hand was still resting on my jeans, his fingers lightly drawing circles around my semi-hard cock. With a lazy smile on his face, he kissed my nose and sighed.

"How did you know?" he asked quietly.

"I know your body, baby, I know what makes you hard," I replied softly.

He reached up and pushed my damp hair off my face, tucking it behind my ear before pressing his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. His tongue met mine in between and I gasped into the kiss when his hand left my cock and moved to the fly of my jeans. What breath I had hitched when he popped the button and slowly lowered the zipper. Then his hand was on my cock again, with only the wet cotton of my briefs separating our skin. Instinctively, and well beyond my control, my hips moved against his touch, urging him for more even in its softening state. The kiss deepened when I tilted my head and wrapped my arm around his neck, tickling the hair at his nape. When I raked my fingers through the soft tufts there, his upper body shuddered. While his tongue swept through my mouth to twist with mine, he slid his hand to the elastic of my underwear, and when I sucked in a breath, his easily slipped his pinkie under the band. My cock twitched as he brushed his finger along its length, tracing the vein and curving under the flare of the head before swiping over the slit and smearing the cooling cum.

Then he moaned.

"You came," he said, almost unbelievably.

"Because of you."

"You were so fucking hot," he groaned, his finger moving back and forth along my skin. "Thank you."

My eyes were half closed as I stared at him, my body lulled by his finger grazing my cock. "You're welcome."

We remained like that for as long as we could, Edward's finger moving slowly over me while we kissed and parted and kissed again. His other hand was still on my chest, his palm flattened over my heart as he held me to him. Finally, I broke our kiss and sighed. It was getting late and our time alone was quickly coming to an end. Alice had promised to be home by ten and it was nearing nine-thirty.

"I should clean up," I sighed regrettably.

He nodded but made no move to take his hand from my pants. Instead, I felt a second finger join his first, and he began sliding them over me in tandem. My cock responded with tiny jerks, stirring back to life.

"I like touching you," he admitted.

"I like you touching me," I replied quickly. "A fucking lot."

Smiling, he kissed my cheek. "Alice will be home soon."

I nodded.

We didn't move.

In my undone jeans, my cock began to grow under his caressing strokes and I groaned. "Baby, what are you going to me," I whispered.

It wasn't a question. We both knew what he was doing.

He was trying to get me hard again.

"Nothing," he denied, his fingers stroking harder.

"You're trying for round two," I challenged, spreading my legs to give his hand room. I was greedy, I wanted more just as much as he did. "I want you touch me, baby."

"Alice…"

"I promise, it'll be quick," I gasped, my breaths already shallow from his scarce touches. "Please…"

Reaching down with my free hand, I grabbed my briefs and pulled them over my erection. When the air hit my exposed cock, I flinched. Edward's eyes grew wide and dropped to my dick. I followed his gaze and saw his long, skilled fingers toying with my skin, skimming along it teasingly. Cum was slathered along them and my cock as he spread it around with each touch. I watched his cheeks flush as he wrapped his fingers around me completely for the first time since the accident.

"Fuck, yes," I answered to his touch, my hips already moving into his loose fist. "More, baby, touch me."

Tightening his grip, he began to pump me in earnest, his stroke fast and sure, just like he had done it only days before. Our time was limited, he knew he had to get me there as fast as fucking possible, but coming quickly for Edward was never a problem.

"Yeah, that's it, fuck my hand," he murmured.

I wasn't even sure he knew he'd said it, but his pace quickened and my hips thrust into him. The arm around my chest was like a steel band holding me firmly to him and I released my grip on my underwear and put my hand on his forearm, groaning when I felt the muscles bulging against his skin. My nails dug into his flesh and my breaths became heavy and labored. I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how fucking amazing it was to feel him touch me, to have him play and work my body the way only he knew how, but all I could manage was a steady stream of obscenities as he hurled my body toward my second orgasm in a hour.

Sometimes being a hormonal teenage had its advantages.

Part of me hoped Alice would be late just so Edward could touch me longer. His tongue darted out and flicked along my earlobe before working its way down my neck. Sinking his teeth into my shoulder, he growled and his hand pumped me faster.

"So close, fucking close," I rambled, my body completely focused on my impending climax. The tingling spread outward, my balls drew up tight between my legs and using what leverage I had, I thrust up into his fist frantically while he stroked me. Turning my head, I took his lips with mine, moaning into the kiss when our tongues met again. My body tensed and I ripped my mouth from his, gasping for breath. Under me, his needy cock pressed against my ass.

My boy was hard again.

"Watch yourself come," he barely spoke, his hot breath on my ear.

Looking down through my haze, I saw his right hand on my cock, expertly stroking me. The swollen head poked out from his fist, cum and precum coating it with a slick, opaque sheen. Amazed, I watched the movement, the way my cock responded to him. I licked my lips when the muscles in his forearm rolled under his skin and the veins on the back of his hand stuck out. Flexing his wrist, he put me over the edge and the coil in me sprang wildly.

"I want to see you come for me again."

My body unraveled with his command, my orgasm hitting me, the burning traveling throughout my entire body as it contracted and stilled right before my cock pulsed and released short, weak bursts of cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered breathlessly as my cock continued to empty onto his hand and my abs. My eyes had never left the sight of his hand on me, my cock shooting its load onto us both. It was one of the fucking hottest things I'd ever seen. Unable to stand it, I dropped my head to his shoulder as he continued to milk my too sensitive cock, and I shuddered. Reaching down, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He obeyed and released me, letting my dripping cock fall against my stomach. "Baby…" I began.

"I know," he finished, his forehead resting against my temple. "Now we really need to get you cleaned up. She's going to be home soon."

With great effort, I rolled my head to the side to see the clock.

9:59.

"Holy shit!" I cried out, sitting up.

"She's always late, don't worry. C'mere," he encouraged, pulling me back to him with his iron arms. "Kiss me."

He didn't need to tell me twice. Twisting my body on his lap, I cupped his cheek and kissed him, softly and gently, barely there whispers of lips over each other before I sighed and leaned back.

"I love you," I whispered.

He smiled, but it was his eyes that told me how happy he was. It had been a long, winding road, weeks of hell, a few more of tentative touches and words to confessions of fears in the shower to finally where we belonged.

In love and together.

The front door opened and closed.

"Shit," I mouthed before jumping off Edward's lap and pulling my underwear up. As soon as I was standing, he pushed himself backwards and shut his door. Hissing, I shoved myself into my jeans and zipped them up.

"Boys, I'm home, put all your junk away," she warned.

"Always late, huh?" I growled as I bent over for my shirt. Edward laughed as he watched me rush around the room. "Am I entertaining you again?"

"Especially with cum stains on your jeans."

I stopped and looked down. There were few large dark spots, with several smaller ones around them, on my jeans right where the head of my cock was pressed against them.

"Fuck. Can I borrow sweatpants?" Without waiting for his answer, I opened his drawer and grabbed a pair, undoing my jeans and pulling them down.

"Boys?"

"Just a minute," Edward replied to her but his eyes never left me as I stood in front of him in my cum stained briefs. Rolling my eyes, I hooked my thumbs into them and yanked them off too, then used them to wipe my dick dry before putting the sweatpants on. Edward moved to his bed, dragging himself up the headboard, where he leaned against it. As soon as I had the sweatpants pulled on, I opened his door and then hopped on the bed with him, sitting next to him, my head on his shoulder. I was out of breath, but next to me Edward the picture of complete calm.

There was a knock before the door creaked open.

"Aw, aren't you two adorable," she smirked, her eyes taking in his bare chest and his hand on my thigh. It stilled seemed strange to not have to move away from Edward, to not hide what he meant to me when she was around.

"Shut the fuck up," Edward shot back at her playfully. "How was the party?"

"Meh, it was okay. Someone made me leave before the good shit," she complained. "When are mom and dad due home?"

"They said probably around midnight."

"What did you guys do? Did you give Jasper what I suggested? Did he like it?" Her eyebrows wiggled at the last words and Edward glanced at me then back to her.

"We watched a movie," he replied, ignoring her other questions.

"Sure you did," she chuckled and motioned to the pile of clothes on the floor. "Aren't those your jeans, Jasper?"

Swallowing, I barely nodded. "Yeah, um…I…I…."

"He spilled soda on them," Edward supplied.

"Right," she nodded. "Well, I will let you two get back to your…movie. Just remember, thin walls. I'm young and impressionable, I don't need to hear you two doing the deed." Before Edward could respond, she was gone and the door was closed. We heard her footsteps as she walked down the hall toward the stairs. "Thin walls," she yelled out right before she went up them.

"That was embarrassing," I sighed, burrowing my head into the bend of his neck.

"Could have been a lot more embarrassing if she had caught us with your dick in my hand."

"True," I laughed.

My entire body shuddered with an aftershock of the two orgasms, the feeling still reeling through me as curled into Edward's side. I ran my fingers up his stomach, around each nipple and back down into the dusting of hair above his jeans. Smiling when I saw goose bumps and the way his nipples hardened into tight buds. It was a reflex, the same as his hard-on, his body had reacted to the stimulation to his cock without him even realizing it. My eyes followed my fingers, watching his skin quiver as I ran them over his hard pecs and down his arm, over his biceps and forearm. Looking up at his face, I saw his eyes drift closed and I continued to let my hand roam him, hoping that I was giving him some small amount of the pleasure he had given me.

Twice.

Bringing my hand back up his arm, I traced his collarbone and then went to his nipple again, taking it between my index and middle finger, tweaking it lightly. Instantly his back arched slightly and he moaned, pressing his head back into the pillow, his Adam's apple bulging. Enthralled, I watched his face as I repeated the motion to his other nipple, he reaction was just as intense. Keeping one between my fingers, I let my tongue out to lick the other.

"Jesus," he groaned.

His hand was in my hair at the back of my head, keeping my mouth fused to him. My tongue flickered, lapped and swirled around the brown pebbled skin. The whimpers that escaped him were quiet and contained, but I knew it was taking effort to control himself. While below his waist was completely still, his upper body was a mess of tremors and gasping breaths. His strong fingers fisted my hair as he tried to lift his chest to me.

"Baby, I gotta admit I am fucking loving this buff look on you," I mumbled between kisses around his nipple.

Edward had always been in shape, lean and lithe, but in the month since he'd started lifting weights, concentrating only on his upper body, his chest and arms were already reaping the benefits. Even in a relaxed state, his biceps and traps were defined and curved around his bones in just the right way. Over the past few weeks I had noticed that his tee shirts were fitting tighter around his shoulders and chest, but it wasn't until I had seen him shirtless that I knew just how much bigger he was getting.

Vaguely, I heard the movie end and the credits begin, but Edward made no move to stop me from lavishing his nipples. Keeping one bud in my grasp, I moved my lips up his neck, smiling when he titled it to the side to give me more room. I nibbled and sucked my way over his skin, feeling the vibrations from the keening sounds he released in his throat.

"Do you know how bad I want to mark you right now…"

He chuckled, a smile on his lips. I continued along his neck and jaw to his ear, blowing my breath in it before working my way back down to his shoulders, teasing the skin by pulling it into my mouth and dragging my tongue along the bites I left behind.

"Feels so good," he groaned, his fingernails scratching my scalp as he sought a better grip on my hair.

"Can I touch you?" His breath caught and he opened his eyes to look at me. "I want to touch you," I whispered.

"I…I can't…not yet…."

I nodded, putting him at ease.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, releasing my hair.

"Don't be, I understand."

Shaking his head, he tried to move from my hold and push me away, but I refused to let him go and he finally gave up, staying in my arms.

"I'm sorry I pushed you," I apologized. "I shouldn't have."

"No, it's me. I just…I can't do that yet."

I kissed his cheek and laid my head on his chest, soothed by his steady beat.

"Jasper?"

"Mmm?"

"I want you to touch me again someday."

"I know."

"I just…it's different now," he whispered. "I was worried you might not be attracted to me like that anymore."

Lifting my head, I took his chin into my hand and made him look at me. "Are you fucking serious? You just made me come…twice," I snorted and he looked away, jerking his chin from my gasp. "Edward, listen to me. I want you. All of you, every fucking part of you. Every hair on your head to your toes to this fucking incredible chest you've got going on. From the scar on your lower back to the freckle on your right shoulder to the birthmark on your calf to the incredible mind in your head and heart in your chest. Nothing will every change how much I want you." I laid my head back on his chest, and sighed. "Fuck Edward, I get hard by looking at you, by hearing your voice."

"But there are so many things I can't do," he voice shook. "I tried to get hard the other night watching porn and it didn't work."

It explained why he was so hesitant about being touched, he was thinking he couldn't get hard. I knew that Edward hadn't done any research on his condition, and I couldn't blame him. He was afraid of what he might discover, of having all hope dashed with the click of a mouse.

It was time to admit what I had been doing when I wasn't with him.

"Someday you might, but it might be awhile. It's possible with your kind of injury though. There are two types of erections. Psychogenic is when you get hard by thinking about something, and reflex is when you get hard by direct contact to an erotic area of your body. Right now your body is still adjusting to the injury, still recovering. You need to give it some time, baby."

"How do you know all this?"

I shrugged. "I've done some research."

"How much?"

Lifting my head, I smiled. "I could probably tell you about as much as your father could."

He actually laughed and shook his head. "Why?"

"Because I wanted to know what was going on with your body. Because I love you."

The tenseness that had invaded his body rolled away and he relaxed under me again.

"I love you, too," he said, kissing my head. We were silent for a few minutes and then he chuckled. "I can't believe you came twice. How long has it been?"

"A week."

"Aw, poor guy," he teased playfully.

"Well, you made up for it tonight," I laughed. Moving up his body, I kissed him, slowly and leisurely. His hand returned to my hair while his other ran up and down my back. We remained like that for a long time, my body half on his, our lips meeting in lingering kisses until I finally pulled away.

"My parents are going to be home soon," he complained.

Nodding, I sat up, and leaned over him to get the Saint Christopher keychain from the table and my keys next to it. It took me a few minutes to change my keys over to the silver disk, and when I was done I held it up for Edward.

"Thank you for this," I whispered, "and thank you for…ya know."

"The hand job?"

Blushing, I nodded. "Yeah. Both of them."

I climbed over him and off the bed, gathering my clothes to stuff in my bag. Putting an arm behind his head, his eyes never left me as I got ready to go. I didn't have to look at Edward to know he was watching me, if we were in the same room, more than likely we were watching each other. It was something that just happened, and I'm not sure either of us realized how much we did it. When my bag was packed, I grabbed my sweatshirt and tugged it on.

"I wish you didn't have to go," he admitted.

"Me either. Maybe I can sleep over soon? We haven't done that in a long time," I suggested and his eyes brightened.

"Next weekend?"

"Sure."

I sat on the edge of the bed next to him, and hesitantly leaned toward him. Smiling, he curved his hand around my neck and pulled me to him, certain and confident. Our lips met for that last time that night in a soft kiss.

"Thank you for tonight, love," he whispered into the air between us.

"I love you, baby. I'll see you tomorrow. I've got to help my dad in the morning, but I'll be over after. We've can work on the history paper."

He smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow."

Grabbing my bag from the floor, I stood and went to his door, turning to find him watching me. The look in his eyes, a combination of love and devotion and pain, took my breath away, and I swallowed the lump that had risen in my throat.

No matter how beautiful he looked laying there, bare-chested with his newly muscled body, loose jeans on his slim hips and his hair messed from my fingers, he was still different.

No matter how many times I prayed and wished and dreamed, the boy on the bed was not the one he had been in December, and he never would be.

"Be safe, baby," I whispered.

"See ya, love," he replied, his eyes already fluttering closed. "Love you…" his voice faded off as he fought sleep.

I closed his door and headed down the hallway for the front door, hoping to get out before his parents got home. After I got into the truck, I started it and headed for my house. The night had been a risk. I had gone over to his place without a gift, hoping that what I had planned would work, and pretty fucking afraid it might not.

But it had. He had gotten hard, and I had made him that way.

The keys jingled as I drove, swaying back and forth with Saint Christopher. There was no wiping the fucking goofy, schoolgirl grin off my face.

At home, I walked in and found my parents on the couch watching a movie. My mother's head was on my dad's lap as he played with her hair.

"Hey, Jasper," she said, her eyes never leaving the movie. "How was your night?"

Wonderful.

Perfect.

Amazing.

I'm in love with a beautiful boy.

"Pretty good. What did you guys do?"

"Dinner, then rented a movie."

"Wild night, huh?"

"Always is," my dad deadpanned. "Don't forget you're helping me with the Simmons's place in the morning."

"I haven't. I'm heading up to bed, see ya tomorrow."

"Night," they both replied as I headed up the stairs.

In my room, I tossed my dirty clothes in the basket, took off my sneakers and then fell onto my bed. Rolling onto my back, I opened on my text messages and began typing.

Night was awesome, thanks for the advice.

I knew Jake was with his boyfriend for the night, so I didn't expect a reply. Then I opened up a new message and typed again.

Thank you for a perfect night baby. I love you.

I went to his playlist and selected "Here Comes the Sun", smiling when it began to play. Setting the phone on the iHome, I closed my eyes and let my mind recall the week that had ended in a perfect night with my boy.

The Friday before had been Senior Night for Edward's basketball team, and I don't think either of us had expected the reaction he received when he arrived. I'd seen a fucking lot of games played there, but never had I seen so many kids or heard it so loud.

All for him.

Watching him go out onto the court with his parents and pose for the picture had been one of the proudest moments of my life. He was on his way back to reclaiming his life. It was going to be different, and not the one he had been used to, but he was on his way to living again. His parents beamed with pride, looking at him with such love. To them, it didn't matter if he never walked again, he was their son and he was alive.

Right before the game started, my phone vibrated and I looked at my messages.

Are going to come sit down?

Shaking my head, I scanned the bleachers for her and found in her about halfway up the right side frantically waving at me. I glanced at Edward and saw him start to push out to the middle court when the captains were introduced. I walked around the edge of the court, my eyes never leaving my boy in the center. He tried to hide it, but I saw the nervousness in him, the way his hands kept tightening around the hand grips, and the way his tongue would dart out to lick his lips. When I reached the bleachers, I took them by two and plopped down next to Bella.

"Whitlock."

"Swan," I greeted with a nod.

"How's he doing?" she asked, nodding toward Edward as he and the other captain headed back to the bench.

"Nervous as fuck, but he's doing okay."

"I'm glad he came."

"We weren't expecting…all this."

"It wasn't planned, it just kinda happened. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Definitely."

The game started and the players ran up and down the court, but my eyes never left Edward at the end of the bench. Bella commented on the game few times, but I just nodded, not really hearing anything she said. I saw Edward's eyes following his teammates, I saw his hands fisting in his lap and the way he gnawed on his bottom lip. Suddenly, he eyes left the players and he glanced at the end of the bench where I had been standing. Then they grew wide with worry and began to dart around the gym. Even from across the room, I could practically hear his heart pounding.

Something was wrong.

Finally his eyes landed on me, and I saw it, the turmoil and anguish in his eyes. It had been there since the accident but for the past few weeks he had forced it behind other emotions by sheer will. Being there was making him weak, and the agony of what had happened was beginning to stir in him, gathering strength with each beat of his heart. Sitting up straight, I held his gaze, only vaguely aware of Bella's hand on my forearm trying to stop me from leaving.

As if anyone, or anything, could stop me from going to him if he needed me.

Fuck, I'd run across the middle of the fucking court if I had to.

But I wanted to give Edward a chance to do it on his own, he needed it, more than he realized, he needed to reconnect with his team and his other friends. If it were up to me, I would have Edward all for myself, but that wasn't who he was. Edward was social; he had a lot of friends. Unlike me, he was a team player.

"You okay?" I mouthed.

He didn't reply right away, his eyes were still on mine and he swallowed hard. Brushing Bella's hand away, I started to stand, but then he sighed and nodded. Holding his stare, I sat back down. The anguish faded from his eyes slightly, the pace of his heart slowed and I relaxed a little.

"Everything okay?" she asked next to me. I had almost forgotten she was there. Nodding, I glanced at her and gave her my best dazzling smile.

"Of course, everything's fine."

I wasn't sure she believed me, but I didn't care. Warily, she eyed me until she was convinced she wasn't going to get anything more from me and finally turned back to the game. While she watched the players, I stared at Edward. His eyes followed the ball, but they occasionally traveled back to me, as if to reassure himself that I was still there.

When the buzzer rang for halftime, I offered to get Bella a soda and she accepted. Standing, I made my way down the bleachers and along the end of the court before I reached Edward. I sat next to him on the bench.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, but it's hard," he admitted.

"What is?"

"I can't, not here, not now."

"Okay, we'll talk later. I have to get Bella a Coke, do you want something?"

"A Dew, please."

"Be right back."

He didn't have to tell me what was wrong, I knew what it was.

He missed playing.

Running was a huge part of my life, it's what kept me sane, and if I wasn't able to do it anymore, I honestly think I would have gone fucking nuts. For Edward, it was basketball, he lived and breathed it. If he wasn't with me, he was playing or shooting around his driveway, or working out to get in shape for it. It was part of his soul, it coursed through his veins just like his love for me did. Waiting in the concessions line, I debated on what to do to help him. I didn't want to suggest leaving; I knew he needed to see the night through, even if he didn't think so. He just needed to shift his concentration from playing to something else.

When I returned, I sat on the bench next to him again.

"You can go back to Bella."

"At the end of halftime I will. I'm not leaving you here alone," I replied firmly. He wanted to argue but he wouldn't. I was where he wanted me…next to him. It was time to see if my plan would work. "So, how's the team doing?"

He shook his head. My boy was already on to me, much faster than I had anticipated.

But he answered me anyway, using his skill to move the focus of the game from how much he missed the physical aspect of it to the tactical and strategic side. The locker room door opened and I stood up to head back to Bella, but just as I reached the end of the court, the announcer spoke and called Edward to the desk. He glanced at me before moving and I shrugged.

"Edward Cullen has been playing for me since his freshman year. I remember he came to me, too small and scrawny to play, but he was quick and had natural court vision. You can't teach what he already knew. He tried out for varsity that year and not only did he make the team, he became our starting point guard. Each year, he's improved and I've never seen anyone so devoted, his love for the sport shines down on us all, making his teammates want to be better players. It is with great pleasure and pride that I present this game ball from the last game you all played together signed by the team to you, Edward. Thank you for being the incredible inspiration you are. It is my honor to coach you, and the team's honor to play with you."

"Thank you," Edward said quietly.

There were a few seconds of utter silence and then the crowed exploded into cheers even louder than before. It was all I could do to not cry tears of joy for my boy.

I was so fucking proud of him, I wanted to rip the mic from his coach and tell everyone what an amazing person Edward was, and that I loved him. Instead, I went back to my seat with a stupid grin and handed Bella her soda.

"You look happier," she acknowledged.

"Really good Coke," I replied, holding up my bottle of soda.

"So the grin plastered to your face is strictly because of a caffeine high?"

"Yep," I nodded. Smiling, she turned her head and spotted Edward looking at us. She waved at him, shoving me when I teased her about being such a girl.

The game resumed and Edward stared at me for a few long seconds, gathering himself before his attention returned to his teammates. When the game was over, and his team had won, I met him at the bleachers with a sly smile. My plan had worked.

"That second half was much better. I saw that Brent started making that pass to the left a little quicker. Someone must have given him some advice."

"Thank you," he said, looking up at me.

Anytime, baby, anytime.

It was later, in the dark cab of the truck sitting in the driveway of his house when he told me how much he missed playing that I realized I needed to come up with a way to help him. There had to be something I could do. I told him he was an inspiration to all those people in the gym, and while he denied it, I think he realized I was at least right about one thing.

He was as stubborn as I was.

I was fucking helpless to ease his pain from not playing. All I could do was reassure him I was there, that I would follow him anywhere, even into his darkness if he needed me to.

I was simply his.

That weekend we were doing homework in his room. I had stopped by the sub shop on my way there and had picked up lunch for us. Sitting on his bed eating my spicy Italian, I read our physics assignment. He was in his chair at the end of the bed, his books laid out in front of him.

"I want to ask Bradshaw to let me back into gym class," he blurted.

I wasn't surprised by his revelation, it was a natural progression of his recovery. He had gone to the game, he had seen his friends play the sport he loved so much, and his desire to be physically active again was kicking In, although it was happening sooner than I had expected.

"Go for it," I mumbled around the food, brushing the crumbs off his bed with an apologetic look.

"Do you think it's crazy?"

"Not at all. I think it's crazy for them to think you can't do gym. They've obviously got their fucking heads up their ugly asses."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Because it needed to be your decision, not mine. I was pissed when you told me they were sticking you in study but you seemed okay with it."

"I was, but now I'm not. I want to do gym. At least try to."

Swallowing my food, I stared at him and smiled. "My boy's got some fight."

"Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up."

As brave and confident as he had sounded that day in the safety of his room, it was midweek before he had worked up the courage to make an appointment with Mr. Bradshaw. When I picked him up that morning, he asked me three times if he looked okay. He ran his hand through his hair every few seconds until it was standing straight up on its own, and he gripped my hand a bit tighter on the ride to school. During lunch, he was quieter than usual, even Bella noticed and raised her eyebrows at me. Shrugging, I looked away, trying to suppress the urge to put my hand on his. I walked him to class after lunch; the slowness at which he pushed himself along did not go unnoticed.

"It's going to be okay, ya know. You can do this."

He tried to smile. "I'm not so sure. I thought I could."

Fuck, I wanted to hug him so bad.

"Ba-Edward, you can do it."

He rolled to a stop and looked up at me. "Thanks."

"I'll see you after class?"

"Yeah."

"Be safe…"

"See ya…"

As soon as WWII history was over, I ran for the main office and waited for Edward. Shaking his head, he pulled up to me.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have gym?"

"Turns out they didn't need me today."

"You skipped?"

"I like to think of it as participationally challenged. I thought you could use some support."

"Mr. Cullen?" the secretary called him.

"Go kick his ass," I whispered.

Desperately, I wanted to pace while he was in there, the nervous energy traveling through me at dangerous levels. I willed him to have the courage to stick to what he wanted and not let them try to talk him out of it. A few kids passed and nodded to me, I returned their nod and then pushed off the wall. Then leaned against it, and then pushed off it again.

Finally, the door opened and Edward appeared.

"How'd it go?"

"Okay, I guess. He said he needs to talk to Mr. Foote first, but he didn't say no yet."

"Ass," I scoffed, frowning at the office door.

"You should go to class. I have to go use the bathroom anyway. I'll meet you after gym?"

"Sounds good. Be safe…"

"See ya…"

I bolted for gym class, knowing the detention slip would be in my hand as soon as I arrived. It wasn't the first time I had skipped gym, or any class for that matter.

"Decided to join us today after all, Mr. Whitlock? " Mr. Foote said as I entered the gym, the heavy doors slamming behind me.

"Sorry, sir. Intestinal bug or something," I lied with a slight smile. If I was going to get into trouble, I might as well make it worth it.

"Ah, yes, I've heard there is something going around," he returned. "Odd though, I swear I saw you at the office." Sighing, I looked down at the floor and then brought my eyes back to him, jutting my chin out a bit. "I also saw Mr. Cullen."

Glancing around at the other kids, I nodded.

"I'm letting it go this time. Next time, maybe not. Go join a team," he instructed.

"Thanks," I mumbled, and turned to find Bella. The last few classes had been volleyball, and there were four nets set up throughout the gym. She called me over from the far court.

"Want to join our team?" she asked kindly and I nodded gratefully.

The other team served, and the ball went right to Bella, who closed her eyes, swung blindly and ended up hitting someone on the next court in the back of their head.

Bella really sucked at volleyball.

After gym, I meet Edward at my locker, eager to take him home and tongue fuck him. A lot. My smile faded when I saw the look on his face. Putting my backpack over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes and looked around us.

"What's wrong?"

He stopped in front of me and I kneeled so he could talk quietly.

"I went to the bathroom just outside the office and the stupid fucking door was missing the lock so I couldn't shut the damn thing and then when I was in middle of using the catheter, fucking Newton walked in on me. Just when I start to feel the slightest bit normal, something fucks it up."

"Fuck. Sorry, baby. Did he see anything?"

"Yeah, my dick in my hand, the tube in it and the fucking bag with my piss in it. What if he goes around telling everyone?"

I felt his rage leave his body and seep into mine as I absorbed it from him. It was physics as its best.

"He won't," I guaranteed, standing.

"Jasper."

"What?" I asked innocently. He knew better than to continue. Not like I would listen to him anyway.

I took him home, watched him workout and then after a few hours of waiting, finally got to tongue fuck him.

A lot.

The parking lot was pretty empty when I pulled in and I easily spotted his Jeep off to the side of building. Getting out, I went inside and when I didn't see him at the counter, I scanned the store.

"Fuck," I mumbled when there was no sign of him, or anyone, anywhere. Sometimes I wondered how the damn store stayed in business. I caught some motion in the camping department and then the doors that went into the backroom swung open and Newton walked out carrying box. I strode over to him, enjoying the slight look of fear that flashed in his eyes as I approached him.

"Need more gloves?" he asked trying to hide his shaky voice.

"Nope, I came to talk to you."

"About?"

"What you saw today." I stood tall, shoving my hands in my jean's pockets and trying to look casual and less frightening. He looked legitimately confused for a few seconds, then his eyes widened.

"Oh, Cullen."

"He's just starting to feel okay about going to school, and he doesn't need everyone to know the shit he goes through. So can you keep quiet about what you saw?"

He set the box down on the floor and leaned against a rack of winter coats. "Yeah, sure man, no problem."

Exhaling, I tried to give him a grateful smile. "Thanks." I turned to leave, but he spoke again.

"Why are you asking me and not Edward?"

"He doesn't know I'm here," I admitted. "And I don't want him too. This has been hard enough on him."

"No problem, I won't say a word to anyone. Must suck though, having to piss into a bag," he said, shaking his head.

It took several deep breaths and clenching my hands into fists before I was able to regain control of myself.

"Yeah, it kinda does," I growled and he took an instinctive step back, his fight or flight kicking in. "Just keep what you saw to yourself please." He nodded and I took a few steps back, putting some well needed space between us. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

Turning, I left, hoping like hell that Newton would keep his word, because I didn't know if I could do damage control on the entire school.

But I would fucking try if I had to, I wasn't going to let anything hurt Edward again.

That night, I lay on my bed trying to figure out what to get Edward for Valentine's Day. I wanted something different and special, considering all the shit we'd been through the past month and a half, he deserved the world.

Without a job, giving him the world wasn't in my budget.

I needed something that was just for him and me. I remembered our first Valentine's together, the way he had looked under me as I had stroked him and made him come, and then the way he watched me as I took myself into my hand. His eyes had darted between mine and my cock until I shot my load all over his face.

Edward was beautiful, but with my cum on his face he was fucking hot.

Frustrated and hard, I went to my computer and immediately went to the forums I had been visiting regularly. There was something I wanted to try. I had done the research, I knew just about everything about Edward's injury. I knew it was possible for him to get hard, but I didn't know how to make it happen. Clicking on the sex thread, I skimmed through the topics until I found one from a paraplegic guy whose injury was also incomplete but slightly higher than Edward's. He told his story about how he didn't think he could get hard but he was with his girlfriend who was riding him naked and he got an erection.

Hopeful, I read through the replies and saw others had had similar experiences.

That's when Jake messaged me in a chat box. We chatted for a few minutes about everyday stuff, and then I decided that the best way to know what to do for Edward was ask someone that had been there.

ForeverDusk: Can I ask you a personal question?

thebigbadwolf: Sure

ForeverDusk: For valentine's day I was thinking of trying to get Edward hard, show him that he can still get an erection but Idk how to do it.

thebigbadwolf: LOL you don't know how to do it? *wink*

ForeverDusk: Stfu, you know what I mean. How did you do with Embry?

thebigbadwolf: We were making out, I was on top of him and moving around grinding myself on him. Next thing I know he's hard as a fucking rock. He had no idea, he was as surprised as I was.

I felt my entire body shake with the image of grinding on Edward again.

ForeverDusk: Did you do anything?

thebigbadwolf: Wow you are full of the TMI questions huh?

ForeverDusk: Sorry

thebigbadwolf: Nah, it's ok. Not that night no, but we did a few days later. I jerked him off for awhile. He didn't come tho, but he likes to watch me touch him. Start off slow, get him used to the idea first. He's prob going to be surprised he can even get hard. Embry was. Just make him feel wanted, it'll happen.

ForeverDusk: I will. Thanks for the info

thebigbadwolf: Np. Lmk how it goes. *wink*

ForeverDusk: Lol I will. Ttyl.

thebigbadwolf: Take care jas

ForeverDusk: Bye jake

I signed off and climbed back into bed, just in time for "Maybe I'm Amazed" to start to play. Folding my arms behind my head, I stared at the ceiling and wondered if Jake was right, if I could get Edward hard, and what would it mean if I could. I needed to do more research, but I had decided that for Valentine's Day, I was going to try to give Edward an erection.

There was a knock on my door, and I jumped, my mind still full of thoughts from the night and of Edward, and how he'd looked when I told him he was hard.

"Yeah?"

The door pushed opened and my mother poked her head in. "We're heading to bed. Got your alarm set?"

"Yeah."

"Did you have a good time at Edward's?"

"Yeah, just watched Star Wars."

"Again?"

"Never gets old. He wants me to sleep over next weekend."

"Sure, shouldn't be a problem. Those aren't yours." She pointed to the Spartans Basketball sweatpants I was wearing.

"I spilled soda on my jeans, I borrowed these from Edward," I repeated the lie Edward had told Alice.

"Make sure they get washed before you return them. G'night, Jasper."

"I will. Night, Mom."

She closed the door and I turned off my light and rolled onto my side. I swear I felt Edward behind me, his body still, but his hands exploring below my waist. Those thoughts were quickly followed by my own hand sneaking under Edward's sweatpants and slowly stroking myself until I fell asleep.

"**~~**"

I was earlier than expected. There had been a spring track meeting afterschool and I had told Edward I would be by his house as soon as the meeting was over. I knew he didn't want his mother to pick him up, but he had just smiled and told me to hurry.

I had definitely fucking hurried.

After spending the past few days thinking about nothing but sleeping over his house that weekend, I had been in a constant state of arousal, but had refused to touch myself.

I had failed…twice, but I was still pretty fucking worked up.

On Wednesday, the gym teacher had given his okay for Edward to return to gym class as long as there were set limitations. Edward met with him and agreed to the restrictions they put on him. When Edward told me, he seemed excited, so I hid my frustration at the system for not having faith in my boy, and was just glad he was satisfied. Earlier that day, Edward had entered gym class with a nervous look. He pushed himself over to me and we helped set up the volleyball nets. Edward's newfound upper body strength gave him a killer serve and he got twelve points in a row and we won, even with Bella on our team. It was hard not to stare at Edward as he played. He might have been in a chair, but he still moved confidently, like the athlete he was, and it was mesmerizing.

There was no answer when I pushed the door to his house open, but I wasn't surprised. He had said he needed to work out and his mother had taken Alice somewhere. As soon as I closed the door, I heard it.

A deep bass coming from the dining room that sounded vaguely familiar. Curious, I dropped my bag and headed for the new workout room.

I couldn't believe what I saw…or heard.

Edward was in a black tank top and sweatpants, his back to me as he sat under the pulley machine. I watched the muscles in his upper arms contract and strain as he pulled the lever down, and then relax as he slowly let the lever up. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck disappearing under the edge of the cotton tank where the ends of his hair stuck to his damp skin. Expertly, he added more weight and then adjusted the exercise to work his trap muscles that ran along his broad shoulders. Gripping the handle, his tendons and muscles flexed under taunt skin as he pulled the lever down to his chest before bringing it back up again. Enraptured, I watched his body work to pull the weight down, and my cock twitched at the grunt he released from the effort. I listened to him count to ten under his breath each time he pulled the weights down and then exhale as he released them. Holding his arms out from his body, he shook them, and then grabbed the bar again, huffing his way through another ten repetitions. My eyes went from the clumps of his hair at the base of his neck to the sweat beading along his upper back to the hairs on his forearms, finally settling on his shoulders. I could have stood there and watched him do that motion over and over all fucking day.

So I did what any red blooded boyfriend would do.

I eyefucked him.

In my imagination, my hands were peeling off his damp shirt, one rubbing his hard chest while my other hand slipped into his sweatpants and cupped his ass.

As fucking sexy as he was, it was the music that he had playing, that he was clearly singing along with, that really surprised me. It wasn't The Beatles.

Far from it actually.

My fucking hot boy was working out to "Eye of the Tiger".

And as hard as I tried, I couldn't stop myself. The laughter exploded out of me as I stood in the doorway, and by the time he glanced over his shoulder, I was almost doubled over with my arm holding my stomach to keep it from rupturing.

"What?" he grunted as he pulled the lever toward him.

"Mr. Cullen, fine music connoisseur and Beatles lover, succumbing to Survivor?"

"Fucking only good song on this CD."

"Define good."

"Better than the other shit," he quipped.

"Need a headband to go with your eighties rock, baby? Maybe some leg warmers and a half shirt?"

"Shut the fuck up," he growled behind his smile.

Learning against the door, I folded my arms across my chest and tilted my head, eyeing him closely. "Never knew you were an eighties geek. Seeing you in a new light, it's kinda hot."

"I'm always telling you geek is in," he shrugged.

Pushing off the door jamb, I walked over and stood right behind him. I placed my hands on his shoulders, massaging his muscles as they rolled under his slick skin. He groaned and let his head fall back against me. There was a slight scent of body odor around him, and it only made me want him more. The smell reminded me of all the times we had given each other head after a run, or had dry humped on his bed until we were both sweaty.

"Feels good," he mumbled.

Leaning down, I put my lips at his ear. "What else are you hiding from me, baby? Are you a secret John Hughes fan too?"

A shiver went through him and he looked up at me. "Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

"Bueller."

On to my game, he continued. "I can't believe my grandmother actually felt me up."

"Sixteen Candles."

"May I admire you again today?"

"Pretty in Pink." He raised his eyebrows, surprised at my quick, and correct, answers. My hands never stopped kneading his muscles, I had moved down his arms and back up again.

"Very good, my young grasshopper."

Leaning down, I kissed him, tasting the salt of the sweat on his upper lip as mine moved over his.

"I am very, very good, master," I murmured before pulling away and sitting on the bench next to him. "How's it going? I mean, other than the downward spiral of music."

"Emmett says that the eighties had the best workout music. He said it's inspiring." He pushed away from the machine and then turned his chair easily backing up into the spot he had just left. Reaching around, he added weights and then began a new exercise.

"And you let this man into your house? Eighties music was almost as bad as its fashion was."

"Aw, damn, I guess I can return those parachute pants I got for you."

"I'll only wear them if they match my Members Only jacket," I shot back.

Edward smiled, and continued his workout as I continued to watch him. I helped him with a few things, spotting him when he insisted on lifting heavier weights. We laughed and joked at each new song that came on, but then found ourselves singing with them, my foot even tapping along with a few. When Edward was done with the weights, he moved to the bench and I worked his legs for him. He had shown me a few of the exercises that Emmett did with him, and I followed his instructions. Holding his calf and behind his knee, I moved his leg in a bicycle motion. Then he had me stretch it toward him, almost unnaturally so.

It still amazed me, even after all those weeks of seeing him in the chair, that he couldn't feel my hands on his legs. Tightly I gripped his calves and thighs, but if he hadn't been watching me, he wouldn't have known.

Except for the one spot.

It was on the top inside of his left thigh, every time my fingers ran over it, I felt a muscle twitch. It was slight, barely noticeable under the sweatpants, but I was gripping him hard enough that I could feel it. Purposely, I touched there again, pleased when I got the same reaction. Perhaps it was reflex, just like his erection had been, but it was something. My eyes went to his face when it happened. He was watching me.

"You feel it," I said quietly.

He nodded. "Yeah, it's been happening for a few weeks now."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, hurt that he hadn't shared the good news with me.

"I didn't want you to get your hopes up. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything," he sighed.

"Have you told your father or Emmett?"

"I haven't told my dad. He will drag me in for more tests. Emmett said it's a good sign, but it might not improve."

"A glass half empty kinda guy, huh?"

"Nah, he just wants me to keep realistic."

I ran my hand over the spot again, and his muscle flinched. I couldn't help but smile.

"Regardless, it's pretty fucking cool. We should celebrate."

"How?"

"My dad gave me some money this morning for helping out last weekend, how about a pizza for dinner. What's your mom cooking?"

"Stew."

"Yeah, okay, pizza it is. Sausage and pepperoni?"

"Sounds good."

I set his leg down and then went to help him sit up. He ignored my hand and using only his abs, he sat up. Before he could move back to the chair, I reached over and grabbed the hem of his tank top, sliding it up to reveal his defining six pack glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

"Fucking hot," I murmured, licking my lips. Laughing, he batted my hand away and then took the hem into his own hands and pulled it up and over his head before tossing it onto the bench. I might have gasped.

"Can you get my chair?" I pushed it over next to him. "Thanks."

The muscles in his back rippled under his pale skin as he positioned himself to move to the chair. Grasping the arm of the chair with his hand, his biceps flexed, even his pecs moved as he balanced himself for the transfer. While I watched, he moved easily into his chair, his upper body doing all the work his legs and hips could no longer do.

"Baby, these workouts have done your body good," I complimented, almost drooling.

"Tongue back in your mouth, love," he smirked. "I need to shower…"

"Aw, fuck, baby, why do you have to say shit like that?"

Grinning, he shrugged. "Do you want to join me?"

"Fuck yes, more than any fucking thing, but I can't. I have to pick my dad up from jobsite and drive him home. I'm coming back though. With pizza."

"Maybe next time," he said in a singsong voice.

"Yeah, fuck you," I sighed. "Sit there and fucking tease me and then say shit like that when I have to leave. Just remember, payback's a bitch."

I stood up and waited until he was settled in his chair, then I leaned down and kissed him. I may have let my hand run over the warm skin of his shoulder and down his arm, squeezing it before releasing him. Straightening, I walked to the door and turned around. Edward was putting his feet onto the pedals and looked up at me. Making a 'v' with my index and middle finger, I pointed them at my eyes and then to him in an 'I'm watching you' motion.

"Eye of the tiger, baby. Rrrrr."

I didn't even have time to duck, the sweaty tank top landed on my head.

"Fuck you, Whitlock," he laughed. "I wasn't the one outside your window, Lloyd."

"Be safe, baby," I laughed.

"See ya, love."

And with one last very longing look over his upper body, I finally left the room.

"You see Rocky, be sure to ask him for workout tips," I called out as I picked up my bag and walked out the front door.

"**~~**"

"You spoil me," he said with a mouth full of food.

I had arrived about an hour before and was sitting on his bed while he sat in the chair in front of me. The picnic I had brought was spread between us on a towel. A buffet of Fluff sandwiches, grapes, chips, two cupcakes and some Star Wars cookies complete with frosting.

In my bag was our entertainment for the night.

Picking up a grape, I tossed it into the air, tilting my head to catch it in my mouth. "How so?"

"Pizza the other night, Fluff sandwiches and cupcakes tonight."

"It's a special occasion. I haven't slept over in months," I smiled as I wiped some Fluff from the corner of his lips with my finger. I really wanted to lick it off instead.

Stupid fucking Fluff.

"Remember our first date?" I asked.

"Of course. You fed me the menu of kings," he laughed. "And we danced. Who knew you were such a romantic."

"I had to impress you somehow. What better way than my cooking and dancing skills," I shrugged.

"Actually it was the size of your dick that impressed me," he chuckled, his eyes flashing brightly. He opened his Dew and took a long gulp, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "So what are we doing tonight? Gonna raise some hell?"

"Of course. And we will do that by staying here and watching movies."

"We are such old men. A Saturday night in the prime of our lives and we're staying in."

"Well, grandpa, it's not really a choice. I don't have the truck tonight."

"I hope you at least have some entertainment planned?"

There was something in the way he said it, the way the words rolled off his velvet tongue that sent a chill down my spine. I wasn't entirely sure what he meant, but I sure as fuck wanted to find out.

"Actually, I do."

I leaned over the edge of the bed to get my bag and he groaned. "No, not Star Wars again."

"Nope."

"Star Trek?"

"Nope."

"X-Files?"

I shook my head. "Not even close. Want a hint?"

"Yeah."

"It's sorta social, demented and sad, but social."

He thought about what I had said for a few seconds. Then he started laughing. I pulled the DVDS out of my bag and lifted them one by one. "I've got Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, and Ferris Bueller's Day Off."

Edward tossed the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth and rubbed his hands. "Which one first?"

"Let's go in order of release date, Sixteen Candles is first."

"It's kinda creepy that you know that."

"You're not the only secret Hughes fan, baby." I got off the bed. "I'm going to make popcorn and get some drinks. Need anything?"

"No, I'll start it and then I'm going to use the bathroom."

I went to the kitchen and found his dad heating up some coffee.

"Hi, Dr. Cullen."

"Jasper." He pressed a few buttons on the microwave. "What are you two doing tonight?"

"Nothing, just watching some movies," I answered, going to the cupboard where they kept the bags of popcorn. He didn't seem surprised that I knew my way around his kitchen as well as he did. Since Edward's accident, I had spent more time at his house than my own. "How's work?"

"Not bad, I'm actually off this weekend, not even on call. I was going to take Esme out tonight, but we decided to stay in."

Maybe Edward was right. We were old men.

His coffee finished and he pulled it out of the microwave, leaving it open for me to put in the popcorn. Stirring his coffee with a spoon, he watched me for a few seconds before speaking again.

"How is everything at school? Is he adjusting all right?"

"Yes, sir, he seems to be doing much better, especially since the Senior Night. I think that really helped."

I neglected to mention gym class, since I was pretty sure Edward was doing it without his parents' permission.

"It was good to see him smile like that. I'm sure he misses playing though."

"Yeah, he does."

"You know, Jasper, there are options out there for him when he's ready to take them on."

His words were cryptic, but I knew he was trying to tell me something important.

"Sir?"

Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked down the hall, and then turned to me. "You'll know when he's ready, just remember what he loves."

I felt like he was talking in code and I was missing my secret decoder ring.

"And when the time comes, don't mention to Esme. She might not approve at first, but you and I both know what he needs. Just don't rush him. Let his body heal."

"Okay," I answered, completely lost.

Dr. Cullen turned to leave, stopping at the door. "Thanks, Jasper."

"For what, sir?"

"For being the… person you are. He couldn't have asked for a better friend, and neither could we. You're a good man."

Embarrassed, I looked away. "Thanks."

When the popcorn was done, I went back to Edward's room, not surprised when he wasn't back yet. I decided to keep his dad's comments to myself. I had no idea what Dr. Cullen was talking about but if he did suspect something between Edward and I, I didn't want to worry Edward with it. It was too soon. Quickly, I changed into my sweatpants and then grabbed the remote off the DVD player and climbed onto the bed, moving up so I was leaning against his headboard. Edward returned a few minutes later, closing the door tightly behind him and then going over to his dresser he pulled out his Star Wars pajamas. Then with his eyes on mine, he peeled off his Lennon tee shirt. Swallowing, I watched as he positioned the chair next to the bed to transfer over. It seemed not that long ago, he had struggled with moving from his bed to his chair, but now he did it with a practiced ease. Once he was on the bed, he lay back. Still watching me, he undid his jeans and began shifting them down over his hips by rolling from side to side. When he had them around his knees, he grabbed the bottom with his hand and pulled them off, letting them fall to the floor. Lying on his back in nothing but his new buff body and tight, black briefs, he stared at me.

I loved Edward, but I wasn't beyond objectifying him on occasion. Like right then when he was lying there on display for me.

Slowly, my eyes went from his feet that hung over the edge of the bed, up his calves and thighs to his slim hips. The gray band of elastic sat just under his hip bones, wrapping around the flat of his stomach to curve around his ass. There was a clear outline of his cock as it pressed against the thin material, resting on the left side, just like it always did. There were shadows on his abdomen defining the muscles, and my eyes traced each one before moving up to his chest and nipples, then his shoulders and neck. I took my time looking over his unshaven jaw and lips before finally reaching his eyes.

"Jesus," I mumbled. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?"

Even though he was flaunting himself for me, he blushed at my words.

"I think you should stay like that all night. Fuck the pajamas," I suggested casually, breathlessly.

"I don't think so," he chuckled as he sat up and lifting his legs with his hands, put them into the flannel pants. Then he rocked his body side to side and pulled them up until the elastic snapped around his waist. "Tell ya what though, I'll leave the shirt off."

Eagerly, I nodded and patted the bed next to me. "C'mere, baby."

Dragging his lower body, he pulled himself until he was sitting next to me. I could feel the heat from his skin soaking through the thin cotton of my tee shirt.

"Ready?"

Reaching into the bowl for a handful of popcorn, he nodded and I hit play. We sat close, our bodies almost touching from shoulders to feet. Occasionally, I would let my foot fall to the side and rub his playfully. We laughed at the geeks and the panties in the bathroom, and the way Sam drooled over her perfect boy Jake Ryan.

"You're my Jake Ryan," I told Edward, keeping my eyes on the movie. He kissed my head and I snuggled into him, daringly laying my head on his shoulder. "Ya know, maybe now you can get a cool nickname."

"Huh?"

"These geeks have nicknames, we should do. Let's face it, baby, I love you, but Edward is kinda old fashioned. From like the 1800's, right? And Eddie isn't any better."

"Oh, okay, Jasper. What name do you suggest?" he asked curious with a raised brow.

I thought for a long moment. "I don't know. Hot wheels? Speedy? "

His body shook when he laughed and I smiled. For awhile hearing Edward laugh was something I had never thought I'd hear again, and now every time he did, it warmed me.

"Oh yes, because those are so much better than Eddie," he replied sarcastically. "I think I'll stick with Edward for now."

Reaching down, he put his hand on mine, his fingers gently toying with the bracelet on my wrist, spinning it around and tracing the braided leather. When the movie was over and the bowl of popcorn empty, I got up and put in the next movie in.

"Did you want another drink?"

"Yeah," he nodded and I kissed his cheek before opening the door and running to the kitchen. I returned to find Edward eating a cookie, frosting coating his upper lip before he ran his tongue along it. "These are really good."

"I can show you how to make them if you want."

"Yeah?"

"Sure. They're easy."

I climbed back into bed next to him and handed him his drink. Breakfast Club started and I settled next to him again. Closer than before, I ran my fingers back and forth over his thigh, then repeated the movement on his forearm, smiling at the involuntary shiver he had. We watched as Bender told off the teacher.

"I've jerked off to thoughts of John Bender before," he admitted with a chuckle.

"You've always had a thing for the bad boys," I teased. His fingers returned to my bracelet, absently toying with it.

He was quiet for a few moments, then he asked, "Remember the first time you jerked off for me?"

Instantly my cheeks heated up, and keeping my eyes on the television, I nodded. "Yeah, I remember."

In the week since our first date we had seen each other almost every day, but there had been little touching except for the occasional brushes of hands accidently on purpose and the stares we both caught each other in, but we had rarely been alone.

Until then.

Edward was sleeping over for the first time since I'd kissed him in his pool.

I had waited for him to arrive, even cleaning my room all day to remain busy until I heard the familiar purr of the Volvo when his parents dropped him off. Opening the door before he even had a chance to knock, I grinned at him, instantly relieved to see his messy hair and crooked smile. We stood awkwardly in the doorway until I finally asked him down to my room.

It was something we'd done countless times before, but before he hadn't been my boyfriend then.

He was my boyfriend.

I repeated the word in my head several hundred times.

"Yes, I'm your boyfriend," he confirmed as he walked by me and into my room.

Apparently, I wasn't repeating it only in my head.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked, sitting on my bed watching him as he began to walk around my room. He found it fascinating, always exploring it every time he was there. I didn't know why, it hadn't changed. Long fingers would touch the models on my dresser, the trophies on my shelves, the graphic novels and DVDS on my desk.

He ignored my question and asked one of his own. "Where are your parents?"

"My dad's home, probably in the workshop out in the garage, and my mom's at work."

Nodding, he continued around my room while I just…watched, admired, stared.

He was dressed in the same thing I saw him in ever day, a tee shirt and jeans, but the jeans hugged his ass just right and I couldn't help but notice it as he stood with his back to me. My fingers practically twitched with the desire to touch his perfectly shaped ass. I wondered what he was wearing for underwear.

My cock stirred.

I needed a distraction pretty fucking quick.

Clearing my throat a little awkwardly, I said, "You want to play Fable three? I just picked it up yesterday. So far it's pretty good. The magic system is much easier to use. You haven't played it yet, right? I think you'll like the guns. I like it much better than the second one. Although, nothing can top the first one. It was epic."

Unable to contain my anxiousness, I continued to ramble, not even allowing him time to answer the questions I had asked. Every time I paused, he would glance at me over his shoulder and smile and I would start to ramble again.

"You played it, right? I mean, the quests were just so original. Don't get me wrong, this one is too but it's different, ya know? Well, no, I guess you don't know since you haven't played it, but it's really great. Did you want to play? I can show you all the controls. Though, unlike the second one, this one gives detailed instructions in the beginning. And the first thing you see is this chicken that gets put through hell. I mean, even the opening sequence is better than the entire second game, ya know?"

Biting my lip, I scolded myself for the tirade.

"Jasper?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think of me when you jerk off?" he asked quietly.

Swallowing, I wanted to ask him to repeat the question to give myself more time to answer. Reminding myself it was Edward, my best friend and boyfriend, there was nothing to be embarrassed about, I knew I would tell him the truth.

"Yes," I murmured. Blushing, I couldn't even look at his back anymore, and I glanced away. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him turn to face me and I brought my eyes back to his, wondering if I'd just scared him.

"I think of you too," he admitted softly with a blush of his own.

"You do?" I squeaked and he nodded.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Will you do it for me?"

"Do…"

He took a step closer to my bed, and that was when I saw how dark his eyes had turned, intensifying the same way they had in the pool the night I'd kissed him.

"Jerk off. I want to watch you."

"What? Here? Now?" I stuttered.

"Yeah."

He moved even closer, licking his lips as his eyes dropped to my crotch where my hand had gone to press on my aching dick.

"You're hard," he stated. "It'll feel good."

My mouth was dry and my heart raced, but I knew it would do it. I would do anything he asked. Nodding, I exhaled a long breath.

"But you need to stand in front of my door in case my dad comes," I bargained.

"Okay," he agreed eagerly, moving to my door and leaning against it with his shoulder. Turning on my bed so he could see, I undid the fly on my pants and popped the button. Slowly, I lay back, leaving my feet on the floor. Closing my eyes, I pulled my underwear down over my erection and wrapped my fingers around myself. I pulled my shirt up with my other hand and then slowly began to stroke. Listening to his breathing, knowing his eyes were on me, on what I was doing, it didn't take more than a few minutes until I was grunting, my back lifting off the bed as my cock emptied onto my stomach.

"You were so hot," Edward reminded me. His voice easily slipping me back to him from my memory.

"I'm getting hard just thinking about it," I groaned, casually pressing the heel of my palm into my dick.

"And that's a bad thing how?"

Surprised, I looked at him. Reaching for the remote, he paused the movie and then curved a hand around my neck, drawing me toward him for a kiss. The second our lips met, they parted and I felt his tongue enter my mouth to slide along mine with teasing flicks. I could taste the salt from the popcorn when I deepened the kiss. Shifting, I lay half on him, keeping my weight off his bladder, and running a hand up his other arm into his hair. Just when I thought he might break the kiss, he moaned and pulled me even closer, our lips mashing together roughly as the kiss intensified. Heatedly, we tongue fucked, occasionally pulling away for a second to gasp for breath before moving our lips together again. My sweatpants were loose and my cock had hardened and was pressing into his thigh as I rutted against it in an effort to find relief. One of his hands was still in my hair while the other groped my ass, encouraging me to buck against him. Panting, I pulled my mouth from his and gazed at him.

I had awoken a monster. The lust that had reappeared in his eyes during the past few weeks had increased. Each day it had grown with the confidence he was gaining in himself, us, and my desire for him. Normally pale green eyes were as dark as summer forest as he returned my stare. While watching me, he moved his hand from my ass to my lower back, where he pushed up my tee shirt and let the tips of his fingers dance over the newly exposed skin. Daringly, he moved his hand lower, slipping it under the elastic of the sweatpants.

Then his hand was on my ass, kneading, squeezing, exploring.

"Fuck," I moaned, dropping my head to his chest and moving my hips into him.

I wanted so much, I wanted to touch him, to feel his naked body against mine. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him in me, or be inside him.

I wanted what I could never have.

Tugging on my hair, he forced my head up and his eyes caught mine. "Will you jerk off for me, love?"

"What? Here? Now?" I asked, glancing at his door.

Of course, I would. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him.

"Yeah," he replied quietly, threading his fingers through my hair, letting the ends slip through before doing it again.

I nodded, already feeling my cheeks heat up with the idea of him watching me. Usually when we jerked off together, it was level playing field, but this time, like the first, all his attention would be on me. Also, unlike the first time, I wasn't nervous about him seeing my cock. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it hundreds of times before.

Rolling onto my back, I watched him as he turned his upper body onto his side and ran a hand from my waist to my chest, pulling my shirt up along with it. He exposed my torso and then leaned forward, his tongue darting out to flick over my nipple. Immediately, my back arched and my hand went to his hair.

"Jesus," I sighed.

"Will you take your clothes off? I want to see you," he murmured against my skin.

Pushing him off me, I sat up, and grabbing the bottom of my shirt, pulled it over my head and dropped it to the floor. My glace to the door didn't go unnoticed.

"It's late, they're in bed," he assured me.

It wouldn't be the first time I had been completely naked in Edward's room. There had been a few times I had been sleeping over and had abandoned my sleeping back to climb naked into his bed in the middle of night to lie next to him and feel his body against mine. It also wouldn't be the first time I had jerked off while his parents were home. Edward and I had jerked off together in his room before, our hands on own cocks as our eyes were on each other's.

However, it would be the first time I would be naked and jerking off at the same time.

He moved off me as I reached for my pants. Raising my hips, I slid my sweatpants and briefs down my legs, and using my feet, I kicked them off the end of the bed. Already semi-hard, I lay on my back and stared at him. It was his turn to objectify me, his eyes running from my feet up my legs and hips, stopping at my cock before continuing up to my chest and arms. Tentatively, he reached out and ran a finger down the center of my chest, over my navel through the hair around it, the entire time avoiding the area I wanted him to touch the most. I gasped when his fingers finally brushed up the length of my cock. Desire laden eyes gazed at his fingers on me, the way my cock twitched and grew from his caresses. Light touches skimmed my balls and through the course hair framing my cock before swiping along the head. Within a few minutes, my breaths were shallow and quick.

"Tongue back in your mouth, baby," I teased when his eyes never left the sight of his hand on me. Laughing quietly, he looked up at my face.

"Sit on me," he begged.

Obeying, I sat up just as he rolled onto his back again. I lifted my leg over his body and sat on his abdomen.

"Is this okay?" I asked, making sure all my weight wasn't resting on him. He nodded and licked his lips. Watching his face, I made a loose fist around my cock and pumped myself once. "Like this?"

"Yeah, just like that." Reaching up, he fingered the ends of the waves that had fallen in front of my eyes. "Just like fucking silk," he sighed before tucking the strands behind my ear. "I want to see all of you."

My cock hardened even further as I continued to languidly stroke myself, the pace unhurried even though my heart raced in my chest at the thought of being caught. His hands dropped to my hips, fingertips digging into my flesh with his new strength. With his eyes on my hand's movement, he pushed me down his body until I was resting on his hips, his cock directly under my bare ass.

He wanted to see if he could get hard again.

Without further promoting, I began to grind slow, sensuous circles onto his cock. His hard chest began to heave while he watched me. My cock was in my hand as I leaned back and thrust forward, rubbing his cock with my ass.

He moaned really fucking loud at the motion and my eyes darted to the door.

"Nervous?"

"A little," I replied but my movements never ceased. "They might suspect something if they walked in right now."

He smirked at my words but his attention never wavered from my cock. I continued to stroke myself for him, my pace increasing the more I watched him watching me, but as soon as I felt myself too close, I backed off, loosening my grip and easing the pressure.

Slowly he brought his eyes up to mine. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm not. I'm just watching you. Feeling you under me."

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, hidden behind the desire running through him, but I saw it. Sitting on him, I ground my hips and ran my fingers through his hair, bringing him back to me before he could pull away too far, before the hesitation over what we were doing claimed him. Immediately, I felt him relax, even his hold on my hips lightened.

"Can I touch you?"

"Baby, my body is yours, you can touch me whenever you want," I replied, shoving my hips forward and releasing my cock, presenting it to him. He moved his hand from my hip and gingerly wrapped his fingers around me. I swear my fucking eyes rolled back into my head. Involuntarily, my hips bucked and I groaned. I could get myself off pretty fucking fast. I'd had my fair share of five minute shower wanks, but nothing could get me off like Edward touching me. My arousal hung thick and musky in the air, the potent scent of sex floating around us both.

"You smell so good," he said, breathing my scent in deeply. "You look so fucking hot right now."

"I love you watching me, baby. Makes me so hard."

"More," he breathed.

My boy always did like the dirty talk.

"Whenever I jerk off, all I can see is you working out. Sweaty, grunting…fuck, watching the muscles in your arms move is enough to make me come."

That earned me a smile and a slight roll of his eyes.

After a few more strokes, he released me and I returned my own hand, steadily pumping myself in deliberate measured strokes for him. I slid my ass over his covered cock, riding him like I would have any other time, dragging myself up his length. Pressing down onto him, I felt him growing beneath me, his body responding as it should. Not pausing, I continued to move over him, my hand stroking my cock faster. With my free hand, I reached down and cupped my balls, gently tugging on the hot, wrinkled sac. Instantly, my pace increased and I felt my orgasm sitting low in my belly, just waiting to be released. Lolling my head back, I growled in frustration at the sudden need to chase my climax rather than sit on the edge of it for Edward.

"Fuck," he murmured.

Following his eyes, I saw them staring at my cock, and the drop of clear fluid beading at the slit before dropping onto his skin. In a slow, tight rhythm under his rapt stare, I rolled my hips on him, enticing his cock's reflex. His eyes narrowed as they watched our hips together for a minute before he raised his eyes to meet my stare. With one simple look, he let me see everything inside him, his fear and hope, desire and devotion. In his eyes, I saw us. We were made up of all those emotions, and so much more, but in the end, we were just Edward and Jasper.

Two boys in love.

"Am I…am I…am I hard?" he bravely asked even though he was afraid of the answer.

"Yeah, baby, you're hard. Your cock is pressing against my ass," I confirmed in a whisper. There was an instant relief in his eyes, quickly overcome by excitement of possibilities, of knowing that he was still a man even if he couldn't feel it.

I let go of my cock and shifted my weight off him a bit. Keeping my eyes on his, I hooked an index finger into the elastic of his pants, making sure I had his briefs too. Immediately, his hand was on my wrist, stopping me.

"Don't," he begged, pleading me with his eyes."I can't."

My boy was worried about what he might not see.

"I want to feel you against me, baby. Just for a minute. Please," I begged in return. "I need this."

Fear and the desire to please me conflicted in his eyes before he loosened his hold on my wrist and nodded slightly. Gently, I pulled his pants down over his cock, just enough to free his erection before letting them go, the elastic stretching tight across his upper thighs. Unable to help himself, his eyes glanced down at his cock, and he gasped when he saw the head of it poking toward him from between my legs. My own heart pounded at the sight of his reddening cock straining above his body. I moved back over him, sitting right on his cock so that it was massaging my balls and the soft skin behind them with every thrust of my hips.

"Oh fuck," I groaned at the sensation of his velvet shaft sliding along me. "Baby, you feel so fucking good right now. So hard."

Gradually, the excitement returned to his eyes. He returned his hands to my hips, gripping even tighter than before as he forced me down onto him. His need, urgent and wanton, fed my own. Wrapping my hand around my cock again, I began to stroke furiously, shamelessly seeking my orgasm. Each time he adjusted his hold on me, keeping me tightly to him, I was propelled closer to the edge. Grunting with effort, his jaw tightened, eyes clenched and his teeth gritted. He willed himself to thrust up into me, but his hips remained still no matter the bruises he was leaving on my hips.

"Baby," I whispered, calling him back to me. Opening his eyes, he looked up at me.

"I just want to feel you again," he whispered desperately. "Want to feel you so fucking bad."

"I know, baby," I murmured. The white knuckle grip on my hips eased. "I'm so fucking close."

I battled between holding off for him and fulfilling my body's need to come.

No matter what Edward had been through, he was my boy and he knew exactly what I needed. He always knew what I needed.

"Come for me," he demanded quietly. "I can't feel you, but I can watch you."

There was no pulling back anymore, my cock ached, my balls drew up tight and I felt the sweet fire begin to spread, tickling my nerves before it hit my spine and exploded upward. With one last flick of my wrist, my cock pulsed and then heavy streams of cum burst from the slit, landing delicately on Edward's chest. My entire body flexed, my muscles all working to force the climax through my body, making sure nothing was left untouched. My thighs clenched around his hips, and I felt his cock between them, greedily pressing against me. Stroking myself through it, I rocked my hips on him as milked my cock empty. Cum dribbled down my hand, between my fingers, slickening my skin. Exhausted and panting, I released myself, and flattened my palms on Edward's chest.

"Jesus," I sighed, completely content.

Between my legs, Edward's cock was still hard, and I fought back the desire to take him into my hand and stroke him. He wasn't ready for that, and I wasn't going to push anymore than I already had. Hanging my head, I took a few deep breaths until my heartbeat began to even out. Every part of my body tingled as the remnants of my orgasm washed through it. He picked my hand up from my chest and brought it to his mouth, his eyes on me as his tongue licked some of my cum from my fingers.

"Mmmm, I had almost forgotten how good you taste," he moaned.

"Fuck, baby."

"You gonna get hard again?"

"Give me about ten minutes and I will be," I laughed. "But I need to clean us up first."

Instead of getting off him, l leaned forward and kissed him, sampling the heady taste of myself on his tongue. He kept one hand on my hip, but his other went to my hair, fisting it as he deepened the kiss. At some point during the lazy kisses, my hips began to rock back and forth, my soften cock leaving a slick trail on his stomach. Finally, I broke the kiss and sat up.

"Got something we can clean up with?"

"You don't want to run to the bathroom like that?" he joked. "There might be a towel in the laundry basket."

Before I moved, I reached between us and pulled his pants up over his cock. It was still semi-hard and I fought the guilt for leaving him aroused. After climbing off him, I went to the laundry basket and bent over, digging through his dirty clothes.

"Nice view," he whistled behind me. Without looking, I wiggled my ass and then gave him the finger.

"Ah, here we go." I pulled the towel out and wiped off my cock. Edward's head was tilted as he watched me, his eyes glazed over with a sated look even though he hadn't come. One hand was by his side while the other lay on his stomach and my come decorated his chest in white stripes and blotches. I went to him, cleaning off his chest before putting my sweatpants back on.

"I'm going to go wash my hands, do you need anything?"

He shook his head and I left the room, bolting across the hall to the bathroom where I used the toilet and washed up. When I returned to Edward, his eyes were half closed and his breaths were deep. I kissed him.

"Goodnight, baby," I whispered. I went to move away to set up my sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed, but he stopped me.

"Stay with me," he murmured sleepily.

"I am."

"In my bed."

"Are you sure? What-"

"Set an alarm. I want you with me."

Nodding, I grabbed my phone and set my alarm for four in the morning, then I got into bed next to Edward and pulled the blanket up over us both. Laying my head on his chest, I wrapped an arm around his middle and put a leg over his.

"Why is it we never seem to make it through an entire movie?" I asked as he hit play on the remote.

"You're a distraction."

"Me?" I scoffed innocently.

"Thanks for tonight," he sighed before kissing my head. "I love you so much, Jas."

"I love you too, baby."

Sleep hit me before the next scene in the movie finished. Happy, I nestled my body as close as I could get to Edward without actually crawling inside him. His warmth and scent surrounded me as I drifted to sleep. Soft, airy puffs rhythmically hit my head and I was lulled by the sounds he made, and the way his fingers pressed possessively into my back. I fell asleep in his arms, exactly where I should be.

There was no place I would ever want to be then by his side.

"**~~**"

The floor beneath me was hard. I rolled onto my side, groaning at the slight ache in my lower back. I was too old to be sleeping on the floor. My alarm had gone off at four, but it had been almost an hour later before I'd had enough willpower to peel myself away from Edward's warm body. Curled around him, I nuzzled his neck hoping the movement might wake him up. I had also been hoping he might be tempted to take care of the erection that I was pressing into his side, but he slept soundly through my attempts. Grumbling, I had finally moved to the floor, sliding my body in the small, cold sleeping bag.

The sun was right on my eyes and I covered them with my arm. Flipping side to side, I couldn't get comfortable and I gave up with a heavy sigh. Yawning, I rubbed my eyes. When I realized it might still be early enough to have some fun with Edward before anyone else was up, I opened my eyes and looked up at the bed.

Edward was there, awake, with a scowl on his face and glaring at me with a hard look in his eyes. One that I hadn't seen since….

Rising to my elbows, I began to panic. Perhaps we had been caught. After the talk in the kitchen the night before, maybe his father had decided to check in on us, maybe he had come in earlier and had seen my body intimately entwined with his son's.

"Edward?" I whispered.

His eyes narrowed.

There was something in his right hand, and when I looked more closely, I saw it was my phone.

"What's wrong? Did someone see us?"

He shook his head, but the anger around him didn't fade.

"Then what is it, baby?"

"Who the fuck is Jake?"

"**~~**"

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