AN: This was originally posted as a one-shot. I am probably going to extend it another couple of chapters.

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Chapter 1

JPOV

Another fucking family reunion.

I was told that this year there was a hundred and fifty people in attendance which means there would be a hundred and forty people that I wouldn't know. The only family that we ever saw on a regular basis was the Black's and Denali's, neither of which have kids my age except for my cousin Peter who is four months older than me. My dad and his brother Marcus were close so I saw Peter often growing up.

Whenever we were together we looked for trouble. I had my first cigarette, my first drink and my first girl with Peter. When I turned fifteen I told Peter I was gay. I admitted it to him before I told the rest of my family to gauge his reaction myself.

I would have been pretty devastated if he didn't take the news well, but it should have been no surprise that Peter accepted me with open arms…literally. He gave me a big bear hug and told me that my being gay could never affect our relationship. He jokingly asked me if I wanted to swap hand jobs, and then laughed hysterically when I turned beet red with embarrassment. He was right, our relationship never faltered, if anything it grew stronger.

I was looking forward to seeing and hanging out with him for the weekend. I briefly wondered what kind of trouble he was going to get me in. I chuckled at the thought.

The reunion was held at the same place every year, up north in the boonies, on some reservation. The park would actually be a great place to hang out if it wasn't for the four, long fucking hours in the car with my parents to get to it.

The reservation had a huge lake on which my family rented various pieces of recreational equipment for our entertainment. They had jet ski's, boats for skiing and tubing, a pontoon boat, canoes, kayaks and paddle boats that were all to be used at our leisure. The park had other activities such as horseback riding, hiking, tennis courts, volleyball and a baseball diamond. None of which I planned on partaking in, unless under duress from one of my cohorts.

This year I was bringing Bella. She was my BFF; we had been friends since we were six. I sat in front of her in Mr. Banner's first grade class and one day, out of the blue, she started twirling my blond curly locks with her finger. I turned to glare at her and she just smiled and told me she loved my hair. I returned her smile and we sat on the bus together every day from that day on.

We hung out at least five times a week, alternating from her house to mine. My house had more amenities, like Wii, PlayStation, and we had a vast movie and CD collection. We liked to watch movies on the projector TV, sitting in matching leather recliners, but Bella's house had something just as inviting…no parents.

Bella's dad was the police chief of our little town and he was rarely home. Bella's mom took off when she was ten, finding motherhood and marriage dissatisfying. Her dad buried himself in work, leaving me to help Bella cope with her loss. We grew closer after that year; our relationship took on a whole new level. I had become her brother…her protector.

Bella had been in and out of some pretty volatile relationships and every time she got hurt I would have to do damage control. That usually meant that I had to have a little talk with the boy at the time, and then give him a bloody nose for good measure.

Nobody messed with my Bella.

My parents still had hopes that Bella and I would be a couple one day. Even though they had known about my sexual preference for a couple of years now, mom and dad still hoped Bella could turn me straight. I tried dating the opposite sex because frankly, being gay wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

I had been hurt a lot in the beginning of my coming out; not fully understanding that the boys I ended up with were never planning on going public themselves. I was naïve enough to think that I could have any kind of normalcy. Most of the boys I had been intimate with turned on me in vicious ways when they felt that our relationship would be revealed.

I received daily beatings from them to prove that they were pussy lovers. Yeah…I had been hurt more times than not, but it made me stronger. I enrolled in Tae Kwon Do and kickboxing. I didn't have a choice when every Tom, Dick and Harry thought that they could get a piece of me because I liked cock, but I was not that gay guy. By looking at me you'd think I was straight as a goddamn arrow. I was a boy and I acted like a boy. I liked my partners to be boys, too. I didn't like girls, and I was not attracted to guys that acted like them.

I had become cynical. My "relationships", if you will, lasted no more than a couple of hours. We reached our mutual satisfaction than I was out the fucking door. I never lingered, I never stayed the night and I damn sure never saw them again. Because of my past, I never lead another guy on. They always knew what they were getting into, and that there was no future for us. It didn't matter, only a few had turned me away, even though they knew the way I was.

On the way there Bella and I had several road trip games going on. We were currently playing Slug Bug, I Spy and The Alphabet Game simultaneously, but after two hours we both got bored so I pulled out my iPod and gave her an ear bud. After stopping for one needed potty break we finally arrived.

Already it seemed like there were hundreds of cars in the parking lot. Fantastic. I glanced over at Bella who was eagerly looking at her surroundings.

Bella had always wanted to attend my weekend family reunion, but her dad wouldn't let her spend the night with me.

Since he now knew that I was gay he felt confident that I wouldn't ravage her, safely protecting her virtue – which was something that disappeared quite some time ago. Bella wasn't a slut by any means, but she had more than a few sexual experiences.

What her dad also failed to realize was that for the last three years Bella had a thing for Peter. Peter didn't go to the same school as Bella and I, but since Bella and I were inseparable she had the pleasure of meeting him on more than one occasion.

Peter was clueless to Bella's feelings, and she said she would tear my dick off if I ever made him aware.

How was that going to accomplish anything?

Especially since Peter felt exactly the same way, except he hadn't offered to remove my dick from my body if I said something to her. His threat had something more to do with a hot poker and crazy glue. I had no idea what that meant but I didn't want to find out.

"Oh Dear." My mom exclaimed as she noticed the lack of parking spots available. Dad eventually found a spot hidden between two RV's and squeezed his Escalade in. We all exited the car, stretching our sore leg and back muscles. We grabbed a few items from the vehicle and headed off to the reunion site by following the "Cullen/Hale etc." signs.

Bella was skipping along side of me, excited at the prospect of participating in all the reservation had to offer and the idea of spending some quality time with Peter. I rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm as we walked toward the large group of people.

After a million hugs and kisses from people I didn't know I snagged the nearest lawn chair on the little beach, and pulled a book out of my bag intending to get some reading done.

It was a perfect day. It was in the mid eighties and the sun was out in full strength. I tilted my head back, soaking up the rays. Bella had disappeared when we were in the throngs of welcoming embraces, and had just found me, sitting in the lawn chair opposite me.

"Oh Jasper. He's not here yet." She pouted, and I chuckled.

"Bella, he'll be here. Believe me, he wouldn't miss it. He's been talking about it all month." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Why is he so excited? Doesn't he come every year?" She inquired.

I thought about her question and then I thought about crazy glue and hot pokers.

"I dunno. They didn't have the paddle boats last year, so maybe that's it." I lied. As soon as Peter found out that Bella was coming he had been bouncing off the walls.

"Oh." She said sullenly. I shook my head internally. She just had no idea.

I looked out into the lake and noticed a boy and a little girl frolicking in the water. Without focusing, I would say that the boy appeared to be about my age and the girl seemed to be closer to four or five. They were in water that reached her midsection and up to his thighs, just above the knee. I noticed that his wet swimming shorts were plastered to his body. My dick noticed too and twitched in my shorts.

I squinted in the sunlight to get a better look as my eyes made their way up further onto his body. You could see a well defined "V" disappearing into low hanging shorts. His abdomen was flat and taut, his chest and arms were toned. He had the body of a runner or swimmer, muscular but not heavily built. My crotch was rising to the occasion as I languidly perused his magnificent body.

Imperceptibly, I adjusted myself while I delved into my bag for my sunglasses. I wanted to make sure when I saw his face I could distinguish every detail. With my sunglasses on I saw that he and the girl were wading their way out of the water. I watched as the muscles contracted in his thighs as he made his way to the shore. I finally looked into his face, scared that I would ruin the beautiful image of his body with a less than appealing face.

Holy fucking shit. Had I been wrong. The guy was a fucking God. His hair was a mass of bronze strands that stood up, out, and in every other direction. He hadn't gotten it wet, so it was flying in and out of his eyes as the wind gusted around him.

Those fucking eyes.

They weren't just green. You didn't need to be standing at close range to see those motherfuckers were as bright as emeralds. With no help from the sun, his eyes sparkled of their own accord. His nose was straight and prominent, his cheekbones chiseled, his lips plush and kissable, and his jaw! Fuck. It could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. He was fucking perfect in every aspect.

I never wanted to yank my cock so bad. It took nearly all of my restraint not to rip open my shorts and start jerking it in front of my entire family; extended and immediate.

Who the fuck is this? And please God, tell me we are not related.

He was coming closer now; his large hands enveloped the little girl's as she trudged through the sand. He had his head bent in her direction and his mouth was moving. I glimpsed down at her to see she was smiling. He glanced up, and our eyes connected for a brief moment before he quickly moved his eyes to the sand at his feet, his lips separated minutely taking small breaths of air.

When he was about to pass me, his eyes returned to mine and, fuck me, the expression on his face would have brought me to my knees had I been standing up. His eyes quickly roamed over me, it was so fast I probably wouldn't have noticed had I not been completely entranced by him. A shot of pure heat ran through me as if it was transferred from his eyes to my insides. When he passed I turned around to get a good look at his backside, already knowing that it would be perfect, no doubt making me crave to bury my dick in it, but when I turned around I was met with a pair of knobby knees.

"Hey Peter." I said irritably, not needing to look up to confirm it was him. When my eyes finally flickered to his face I noticed that he had looked behind him to check out the ass that I was supposed to be evaluating. He turned back around with a smirk.

"Well, I gotta say, you do have good taste, bro. If I was gay I would totally hit that. It doesn't take a fag to realize God given beauty, like that." He admitted, as he hitched a finger in the God's direction. It never bothered me when Peter used verbiage like "fag". I knew that he wasn't a homophobe, and that he respected any guy regardless of what they liked to dip their cock in.

Peter moved in between me and Bella. He looked at her and then looked at me expectantly. I raised my brow in question and then I glanced at Bella who was playing the same damn game. Are you kidding me? I played my part.

"Bella, this is Peter. Peter – Bella. You remember each other right?" I said on a sigh, as I waved my finger between the two of them.

Peter spoke first, "Bella, so nice to see you again."

"You, too." She replied with a shy smile. They clutched and pumped each others hand. Did they actually just shake hands? It took everything in me not to laugh out loud at this charade.

They began to have light conversation, but I was distracted, adding monosyllabic answers and nodding when I felt it was called for. I was thinking about bronze hair, emerald eyes and fuckhot body. I had to find out who he was.

If he was a cousin, would it be a first, second, third cousin? Aw shit, would it fucking matter?

Peter wanted to get something to drink, and so did Bella. I still had a massive hard-on, so I told them to go ahead and I would be right with them. Bella looked at me in confusion while Peter gave me a knowing look.

After ten minutes my erection had not subsided. I knew that it was not going away until I manually intervened. Holding my backpack in front of my arousal I went in search of a restroom. It didn't take me long to find one, I ran in, entered a stall and yanked my shorts and boxers down.

I looked down at my engorged cock that was begging for attention. As I brushed the length with my fingertips it jumped repeatedly. My God, I was so fucking sensitive right now that I was ready to explode at just a single touch. I had never been so horny in all my life. I grasped it in my hand and could not stop the moan that escaped my lips.

I started with long, slow strokes, but as I recalled his eyes and hair my hand began moving at a fast and furious pace. I could not stifle the groans and moans, as I visualized his body underneath mine; he was bent over and I was driving into his tight puckered hole while I stroked the back of his hair. "Oh God…ung…fuck." I grasped the wall with my free hand, as I tried to maintain an upright position. My stroking became erratic and choppy, my breathing hard and labored. I looked down at my throbbing cock, but I was envisioning him crouched down, his emerald green eyes looking up at me as he was just about to put his lips around my shaft…"Oh, fucking A…" I groaned as I spewed my release all over the toilet and wall behind it. My eyes squeezed shut as I rode out my orgasm.

I stood there for several moments as I waited for my breathing to even out and my heart beat to return to normal. I didn't remember the last time I jacked off with that level of intensity. I gathered myself and returned to the party.

We had several cabins reserved for our family to stay in. Some of the cabins were larger than others, some had indoor plumbing and some didn't. Usually, the parents and older family members stayed in the larger cabins which had five bedrooms because they were equipped with restrooms and showers. The younger kids got stuck in the one room cabins that had four cots. I assumed that Bella, Peter and I would be staying in one of those.

I walked around the swarm of people until I spotted Peter and Bella sipping iced tea while they made googly eyes at each other. Fuck! This was going to be a long weekend, having to bunk with these two. As I made my way over to them my eyes scanned the perimeter looking for my bronze-haired Venus. I was frustrated by not locating him, so when I reached Bella and Peter I was rapidly becoming petulant.

"We got the key to our cabin." Peter sang as he dangled it in front of me.

"Let's go check it out." Bella exclaimed excited about the prospect of sleeping in a cabin for the first time. I couldn't wait to see if she was still excited tomorrow after she woke up from sleeping on a cot that had a plastic mattress about two inches thick.

When we got to the cabin number that was listed on the key I found I was correct in my assumption about having the pleasure of sleeping in one of the small, bare cabins.

We all picked a cot and then we discussed what our possibilities were for the evening. We were in the middle of our discussion when there was a knock at the door. I opened it and found my Aunt Esme standing there with the bronze-haired God.

If this was Aunt Esme's son it would make him my first cousin. Shit.

I was pushed out the door when Peter saw who was there. Bella followed so that all of us were now squeezed onto the tiny porch.

"Hi, Jasper and Peter." She acknowledged as she looked at Bella questioningly. I was still in shock and found that I had no voice. All I could do was stare at him as he looked at the ground kicking his foot into the side of the little porch, making us all shake infinitesimally at the impact.

"This is Bella. She is a good friend of Jasper's." Peter informed Aunt Esme, finally realizing that I couldn't form a coherent thought.

"Oh, well I just wanted to introduce you to Edward. I was wondering if maybe he could share a cabin with you kids?" Aunt Esme questioned.

Edward. Edward. Edward. His name is Edward.

"Hi." Peter and Bella said in unison.

Finally finding my voice I managed to say "Hi." It came out rough, as if I hadn't used my voice in a week. He snapped his head up, and his green eyes met my blue ones. I grabbed on to the railing to keep from falling.

Fucking gorgeous.

"So, can he stay with you guys?" Aunt Esme asked again.

"Of course, we would love to have him stay with us." Peter answered, too happily. Edward glanced at Peter after he had made that statement and then his eyes came swiftly back to mine.

"Great." Aunt Esme exclaimed, apparently not noticing the tension in the air. She took off leaving Edward with us.

Edward looked back at his shoes not really knowing what to say or do. Say something stupid ass, he doesn't know any of us.

"So, are you a cousin?" Peter asked winking at me right in front of the guy for Christ sakes.

Edward cleared his throat and mumbled, "Well, no…um…me and my sister are staying with them. They are our foster parents." His voice sounded like pure velvet and very masculine. I shouldn't have been happy by his disclosure because he must have went through some shit if he was in the Foster Care program…but I was. Upon learning his circumstances I realized that there was absolutely no relation between us. I barely contained my excitement, even though I still had no idea if he was gay or not.

"Well, Edward there is a bed in there with your name on it, why don't you drop off your stuff and we can go grab some chow. I am fucking starved." Peter's mood was completely jovial which made Bella equally as jubilant. Peter held out his elbow to Bella and said "Shall we?" She had a big smile on her face as she looped her hand through his arm and they proceeded toward the barbecue.

This left Edward and I trailing behind, walking in awkward silence. We had been walking so close that my hand brushed against his and I heard him gasp. Or was that me?

Goddammit. I couldn't think straight.

We reached the barbecue where the selection was immense. Everyone ate heartily, but I had barely touched my meal. I was contemplating this sudden shy behavior that I had been displaying toward Edward. This was not usually an issue for me. When I saw something that I wanted, I went for it. I didn't pussy foot around and I definitely didn't close up like I did with him.

Edward sat with us as we ate; cheerfully joining in conversation. I saw every once in a while his eyes would drift to mine, and I would see worry etched in his face. Whenever I found that he did this I quickly took another bite of my food and smiled at something that one of them had said. I didn't know why I felt the need to extinguish his worries, but I didn't like seeing him like that.

After the meal we sat around a camp fire, while family members joined in choruses of "Alice the Camel" and "Funky Chicken" as my Uncle Carlisle played guitar. I was stealing glances at Edward who had moved to sit with Aunt Esme and his sister, Jane. They pulled out s'more ingredients and a bunch of sticks that they had the smaller children search for earlier in the day.

Once the smell of burning marshmallows and chocolate made contact with my nose I realized that I was famished. I grabbed a stick and impaled three marshmallows on it. I moved close to the fire and waited for my marshmallows to become ablaze. I looked up and noticed that Edward had also moved to the other side of the fire and dipped his single marshmallow into the flames. We gazed at each other over the fire. His eyes mesmerized me. They held me captive while he transmitted longing and desire.

I broke free from my trance when I noticed that my shorts were getting tighter, indicating that he had gotten to me again. I was glad it was dark out so nobody could witness my arousal. I sat back down and noticed that Edward had returned to his seat. He stared again, looking deep, for what I didn't know. But whatever it was, I wanted him to have it. Was it compliance? Did he want to see the desire? The desire that I felt was so evident? Did he require proof?

I looked down at my burnt marshmallows and then back at him. I brought the stick to my mouth and stuck out my tongue to test it for hotness. It was still warm, but not hot by any means. I could tell by his eyes and open lips that he had been affected by the action.

I put all three of the marshmallows in my mouth, the stick almost reaching the back of my throat, and slowly slid them off while he watched. I noticed something in my peripheral vision, and I glimpsed to the side to see Bella looking at me with her nose all scrunched up as if she was disgusted. I shrugged and turned my attention back to Edward.

We began watching each other again, as he took the burnt marshmallow off of his stick. He had to pinch it to get it off, so by the time it was free it was a gooey mess. He put the marshmallow in his mouth, along with his two fingers and hollowed his cheeks while he sucked the marshmallow from his fingers.

He removed his fingers only to lick them several times. Oh, how I wanted to do that.

I was as hard as a fucking rock now, and I would be damned if I would be taking care of it myself this time. I stood up and gave him a look, and then I moved in the direction of the cabin. I was a couple of feet away from the festivities before I was pulled back. I was getting ready to lay into whoever was holding me back, but I noticed it was Peter. He didn't say anything; he just held the key in front of my face.

When I made it to the cabin I paced around and waited. Would he come? He better. He had worked me up into this frenzy, and I needed some release. It was five long minutes before I heard the squeak of the cabin door. I turned to face the Adonis. He walked in a couple of steps and just stood there.

"Edward…" That was all it took because he was in my arms and his lips were on mine. Oh my fucking God. He was delicious. Was there anything about him that wasn't perfect?

Stubble on stubble, our tongues and lips danced together as our hands groped each other's backs and hair. We meshed our bodies so our erections could rub against the others causing the much needed and fucking amazing friction. I wasn't the aggressor for once, as Edward found the hem of my shirt and pulled it swiftly over my head, I followed suit. Our eyes and hands roamed each other's chests. His eyes met mine, and I brought my hands to either side of his face, so I could delve into the sweet recesses of his mouth once again…touching every possible surface.

I pulled away and quickly began to remove the rest of my clothing. Edward had a frightened look on his face. "Edward?" I questioned.

Please don't back out on me. Please, please, please.

He just stared as I stripped down to my boxers. "Edward, have you ever had sex with a boy before?" I questioned. He shook his head no. FUCK! I slowly started to pull my shorts up.

I can wait.

Wait? What? Since when have I ever waited around for a guy? But I knew Edward was going to be different. I barely knew him, but I recognized that I wanted more than just physical intimacy. I wanted all of him.

He came to me quickly, and halted my movements. "No, don't…I…I still want to…I just never have gone this far before." He pleaded. I looked at him skeptically, trying to judge him for compliance or sincerity. I didn't want to fuck him unless he wanted it one hundred and ten percent. I had pride and I wasn't about to take Edward on a ride he wasn't sure about. He had removed his clothing and was standing in nothing but his boxers.

"Please, Jas…" He begged breathlessly. Him calling me Jas was my undoing.

I let go of my shorts and they dropped to the ground, but before I went any further, "Prove it." I demanded as I looked down at his boxers. He took a deep breath, pulled his boxers down and laid on his cot.

FUCK ME!

I had never seen anything so beautiful in all my fucking life as Edward lying on the bed buck naked. I had to take this all in, commit it to memory. Not that I needed to, because I planned on seeing Edward like this many, many times.

His long, thick shaft was nestled in bronze colored hair, and lying along his abdomen. His stomach was rising and falling rapidly with each of his breathless pants, his head was on the pillow, and his hair was a complete and beautiful mess. His eyes were half closed and his lips parted. His cheeks were flushed. "Jas…I need you." He beseeched.

I quickly lowered my boxers, moved to the bed and bent over him. Looking down at him as our cocks brushed each other I said, "Edward…you are so fucking beautiful. Do you know how badly I want you?" His hips bucked up, and our dicks collided again. "Hold on there, baby. We have got plenty of time." I said throatily.

"We'll have plenty of time tomorrow, Jas. I just want to feel you inside of me, NOW." He pouted.

I brought my face down and our lips connected. He weaved his hands through my hair as I greedily fed from his delicious nectar. Our bodies began moving together, and I felt the moisture as our dicks produced its natural lubricant. I brought my hand down and wrapped it around his inflamed cock, pumping from base to tip. "Jas…Oh fuck…I'm not going to last…please…"

"Please what, Edward? What do you want?" I asked him, as my lips nipped and sucked on one of his nipples. He raised his hips off the bed and answered, "Make love to me Jas." I halted all actions for a moment registering the effect that his statement had on me. No one had ever asked me to "make love" to them. I was overwhelmed with emotions…emotions that I had long since buried.

I pulled the condom I had in my wallet out and applied it quickly. I moved Edward's legs so they wrapped loosely around me and pulled his hips up as I gently pushed my shaft into his opening. "Fuck…Edward…you're so fucking…Oh, God…tight." I shouted out in pleasure and pain. I was almost all of the way in before my instinct took over, and I pushed in hard the rest of the way.

My chest was expanding and deflating at a hazardous pace, but I stayed still allowing Edward to acclimate to the foreign intrusion. His eyes were pinched shut, his breathing wild and his hands were clenched. After a few moments he visibly relaxed.

He opened his eyes and it was staggering. I saw lust, but I also saw trust and…love. I began moving slow at first but he started thrashing around, making guttural noises and my orgasm was rapidly approaching. I grabbed his cock and stroked it hard and fast to match the new rhythm of my cock. My balls started to tighten and I knew I was on the cusp of the best climax of my life. Both of our eyes were open as we both wanted to share this new experience with each other…him physically, me emotionally.

My eyes started to drift closed without permission, I couldn't hold back anymore. "Ed…Edward…cum...fuck…I'm going to cum." I groaned as my release hit me in wave after wave. Edward was shuddering underneath me from the force of his own orgasm.

I quickly removed, and threw away, the condom. I laid back in his bed, and reached for him immediately. He readily moved into my arms, and burrowed his cheek into my neck.

"Jas…" He whispered, reverently.

"I know Edward, I know." I agreed with his unspoken statement, and that was exactly how we fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning with something tickling my stomach. I opened my eyes and rubbed the sleep away to notice my bronze-haired God placing butterfly kisses along my ribcage.

For the first time in years I felt the hope that maybe love still existed in my future. All I knew was that I never wanted to leave this spot.

I noticed that Peter and Bella must have came and went already. I had also noticed that there were still two beds that were never touched. Mine and Peter's.

When we walked outside we spotted Bella and Peter sitting on a bench. Bella was sitting half on top of Peter, and they were kissing gently.

"Well, it looks like someone has the right idea." Edward said saucily, as he gave me a crooked smirk.

I pulled him to me and gave him a kiss of my own. I grabbed his hand to make our way over to the two lovebirds.

I raised Edwards hand to my lips for a light peck. I had a smile on my face when I thought about last night.

God, I loved burnt marshmallow's.

AN: Thanks for reading my first attempt at slash. I couldn't help myself, Edward and Jasper are just too fucking hot.