AN: Hey ya'll! I know it's been a while, but it's finally here: Part Two! This is for my wonderful wifey, SarahAH30, for her birthday.

Thanks to OCDJen for prereading, and Katy for betaing…you girls rock!

I do not own Twilight.

I hope ya'll enjoy it!

JPOV

Opening my eyes, I looked down to see Edward passed out with my cock right in front of his mouth. Stifling a chuckle, I briefly thought of getting my phone out of my pants pocket and taking a picture. I quickly decided against it, because if I did and Edward found out, he would kill my ass. And, I really didn't want a pissed off husband.

Carefully moving out from under Edward, I got out of my jeans and pulled our blanket up and over him. Sitting back, I looked him over. His hair, damp with sweat, was hanging over one of his eyes and his red, velvet lips were parted, still in a slight 'O' shape from being around my cock. He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He was a little androgynous, maybe, but definitely all man.

I remember flying to Vermont to get married. Edward was so fucking nervous; he had to use two of the damn airsickness bags before we got there. He was hilarious. Our marriage was no big affair. It was only me, Edward, our parents and siblings who attended at the courthouse. A big, fancy wedding just wasn't how we were, and our families respected that. To us, as long as it was legal on paper, we were good.

On our wedding night, we stayed in the fanciest inn, courtesy of our folks. It was one of the best nights of my life. We had dinner, took a long, hot bath together, then made love until sunrise. That night was the first night I had ever been topped. Our lovemaking was special anyway that night, because it was our first time with one another. Sure, we dated for two years before getting married, and had done everything sex related, except the actual deed. Thinking about how mind-blowing the sex was, I was so glad we had waited.

Visions of how Edward looked that night, hovering over me while thrusting long and deep into my ass, flooded my mind. He was so fucking sexy with his mouth open as he panted and groaned above me. I remember how after, we lay tangled together, watching the sunrise and talking quietly. That is one of my most precious memories.

Remembering when Edward and I married had made me unbelievably hard, and I looked at my sleeping husband again, taking in all of his divine features. The curve of his shoulder sticking out from under the blanket, dotted with freckles, his small elf-like ear, in which I loved to tease with my lips and tongue, were perfection to me.

So, I did the natural thing. I gripped my cock loosely, pumping it lazily and thinking of kissing every freckle on my gorgeous husband's body. God, how he could make me scream with pleasure! I hadn't felt anything until I felt him. He awakened emotions in me I never knew I had.

Gripping my cock a little more firmly now, I started stroking in earnest. Edward's face filled my mind. The way he laughed, the way his lips would purse when he was sleeping, like he was ready for a kiss, was all such a turn on for me.

My breathing started coming out heavier, and my strokes were faster. On every upstroke, I would slide my thumb over the tip, spreading around the precum. My hips gently thrusted to their own accord into my hand, and my eyes rolled back a little. This was so good.

Vaguely, I wondered if Edward would be freaked out by the fact that I was wanking off to him sleeping. He probably wouldn't, but it also made me wonder if he had ever done the same while watching me sleep. That image of Edward fisting his cock, head leaned back in pleasure as he stroked himself, made the coil of my impending release tighten in my lower stomach, heating me from the inside out. Groaning, I quickened the pace of my hand and hips, almost desperate as I chased after my release.

Thoughts of the drunken striptease I was given filled my mind as I got closer to cumming. Edward's hands, running over his silken skin, drove me crazy. He was so sure of himself in his drunken state, unaware of just how fucking sexy he was. And his ass, as he was wiggling it almost in my face, was glorious. It was hard for me to control myself while he was doing that; I wanted to reach out and grab a handful, but I was afraid that if I did, he would stop. I didn't receive that kind of seduction often.

But, the thing that brought me over the edge, every time, was Edward's eyes. Dark green, pupils dilated, swirling with lust, desire, and love. God, I could get lost in his green pools of heaven. It was with that thought that with a final grunt and thrust, I was shooting my load all over my hand. When I was spent, I reached for my shirt to clean myself up, and looked at Edward. He was still in the same position he fell asleep in, and snoring lightly. He was gonna be fucked in the morning.

Smiling slightly to myself, I threw my shirt into the corner of the tent and slid under the blanket next to Edward, being careful not to jostle him. I scooted close to him and kissed his forehead softly before turning over and letting sleep claim me.

~~xo~~

"Do. Not. Fucking. Move."

Those were the first words I heard as I opened my eyes the next morning. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Edward laying on his back with his hands over his eyes. Chuckling, I turned over to face him as gently as I could, but even then, he groaned at me.

"You okay, babe?" I asked, trying to hide my grin.

"Shut up, asshole," Edward said through gritted teeth. "I know you're smiling."

"Do you want me to get you something for the headache?"

Groaning again, Edward answered, "What the fuck do you think?"

Chuckling to myself, I got up off the mattress as careful as I could. Edward didn't hold his liquor well, and if I wasn't careful, he'd be puking all over the place. Going to our cooler, I got Edward a bottle of water then rummaged in our bags for the bottle of Ibuprofen we brought. As I shook a couple of the pills out into my hand, I saw Edward slowly sitting up, pushing the blanket down into his lap, showing me his gorgeous chest. Hungover or not, the boy was hot when he just woke up.

"Don't even think about it, Jasper," Edward warned, and I couldn't help but laugh as I went over to bring him his water and pills.

"What?" I asked innocently, and Edward shot me a glare.

"I know how you are in the mornings," he said lowly, and held his hand out for the pills. I placed them in his hand and he popped them into his mouth, followed by a swig out of the water bottle I also handed him.

"I'll be good, babe," I said with a sweet smile.

Swallowing the pills and handing me the bottle of water, Edward huffed. "Sure, like you were being good at your parents' on New Year's?"

I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing. Edward clapped his hands over his ears as no doubt my loud laughter was hurting his head. Then, he was rushing out of the tent with the blanket clutched around himself, and I could hear him retching beside the tent. Still laughing, I got a couple more pills for him and waited for him to come back.

On New Year's, my folks had a party, and to make a long story short, Edward and I got drunk and fucked on their pool table. The next morning, we were embarrassed as hell, got bitched out, and had to buy them a new pool table. Emmett gave us hell about that for months after. It embarrassed the hell out of us every time he brought it up. Now, it was just funny as hell, and when we visited my parents now, we made sure to go nowhere near their game room.

After a few minutes, Edward came back in looking a little better. Wordlessly, he held his hand out and gave him the pills I had been holding, along with his water. He swallowed the pills and laid back down. Sliding back under the blanket with him, I laid on my side and propped my head up with my hand.

"You feeling better?" I asked him quietly, and he slowly nodded.

"Yes, but if you hurt my head like that again, I'm gonna kick your ass," he said, giving me a serious look.

Smiling, I leaned over and kissed his mouth softly, running my free hand over his bare chest, my palm skimming over his nipples. Looking at him through my lashes, I said softly, "I know how to get rid of your headache, babe." I tried moving my hand further down, but Edward used his hand to stop me.

"No, Jasper. I have a fucking hangover."

"Yeah," I replied, leaning in to kiss the part of his chest that wasn't covered by the blanket, "but after that fucking hot lapdance you gave me last night..." another kiss "and after you passed out with my cock in your mouth..." another kiss, sucking lightly this time, and Edward pushed me away, looking at me with wide eyes.

"I...I did...that?" he stuttered out, and I nodded, smiling.

"Yeah. It was an incredible turn on," I told him.

"Shit..." Edward groaned, putting his hands over his face. I couldn't help but laugh a little. He was so fucking adorable when he was embarrassed.

"It's okay, babe," I said. "Nothing to worry about." Leaning over, I kissed his bicep then got out of bed, searching for something to wear.

"Hey! Ya'll fucking in there?" Emmett's voice boomed outside of the tent.

"No!" Edward yelled, just as I yelled, "Yes!"

Emmett laughed and stuck his head in our tent. "Very funny," he said. "Jasper, Charlie says come eat cause you're fixing to have to go to get ready."

I nodded towards Emmett, and he left us alone.

~~xo~~

Hunkering down in the bushes, I looked all around for the men in Union uniforms. It was hard to see from all the cannon smoke swirling around, but I was gonna make it my mission to avoid the fuckers at all costs. Yeah, the bullets were fake, as were the cannon shots, but I loved doing this shit. It brought me back to my roots.

Dad, squatting beside me, elbowed me in the arm and pointed to our right. There were two Union guys walking our way and I immediately brought my rifle up to look through the sight, hoping the bayonet on the end wasn't sticking out of the bushes. Dad did the same, and on the count of three, we fired.

The two soldiers fell and all of a sudden, we were surrounded by blue uniforms. I nudged Dad, and he nodded, then we did the only thing we could think of...we ran. There was a small ditch nearby and we ran full pelt for it, diving in as the Union's bullets marred the dirt at our feet. We could hear the Union guys approaching, so we held our guns at the ready, waiting.

Soon enough, the soldiers were bearing down on us, and we shot as many as we could, before they became too many and overpowered us. There was nothing to do but surrender. Dad and I laid our rifles down and raised our hands before getting up. The Union guys herded us to where they were keeping all of their captives. We went in with the rest and sat down, looking to see if there was anyone we knew. Sure enough, I spotted Sam sitting in the opposite corner.

"Hey! Sam!" I called, and he raised his head, looking around. I waved my hand and he smiled, walking over to me and Dad, sitting next to us.

"Well, you made it longer than I thought you would," Sam commented, and I flipped him the bird. He laughed loudly, along with Dad, and I just smirked.

"Where did you get caught?" Dad asked Sam.

"Not too far from here, actually," Sam answered. "Me and Jake were hiding in a fucking tree, man, and the idiot thought we both could be on the same branch. He hopped on my branch, and the damn thing started cracking. He jumped up onto another branch, the nimble fucker, and got away. I fell and got caught."

Laughing, I said, "Damn man, that sucks."

"Seriously," he agreed.

We spent the next few hours sitting in our prison, just shooting shit and waiting for the rest of the reenactment to be finished. Finally, about an hour before dusk, we heard the bagpipes start up and we knew it was finished. Lining up, we waited until the other Confederate guys were walking past, in neat military rows, and we joined them. As we walked toward the front of the battlefield, where we started out, I could see the Confederate flag waving. That, along with the bagpipes and bugle playing the old battle songs, made my heart swell in my chest. That feeling was why I wanted to do this every year. It was a chance to return to my roots, and I was very proud to be a Southern gay man.

Rounding the last corner, Edward, Mom, Rosalie, and Emmett came into view. Smiling widely, I nodded at Edward and he mouthed 'I love you' to me. God, I was so fucking glad he came with me to this. Him being here was exactly what I had been missing at all the other reenactments I had ever done. He completed my life, in every way possible.

Never taking my eyes off of my gorgeous husband, I stood patiently until all honours were finished and we were dismissed. Instead of mingling and congratulating the other guys, I made a beeline for Edward. When I got close enough for him to reach, he was pulling me into his arms in a bone crushing hug.

"That was fucking amazing, Jasper!" he breathed into my ear, kissing it lightly before flicking his tongue against the lobe. "Do you know just how fucking hot you are in that uniform? It's all I can do not to fuck you right here. Your ass is mine tonight."

Edward's words made goosebumps travel up my back, and my cock began to harden. Moving my mouth to Edward's ear, I growled lowly. "Can't wait, babe, cause I'm already getting hard just from your words."

Winking at my love, I went to Mom and threw my arm over her shoulder, kissing her cheek lightly. "What's fer eatin', Ma?" I drawled in a horrible hillbilly accent, making her laugh. She smacked my arm and I let her go, going back to Edward's side. Snickering, he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"You're something else, love," he murmured to me, kissing the side of my mouth.

"Dude, that was great," Emmett said, holding his fist out for me to bump.

"Thanks, man," I answered, bumping his fist.

It wasn't long until we were all sitting around, eating Mom's awesome food. I couldn't help but notice that Edward was watching me almost the whole time. Every so often, he would flick his tongue out to wet his lips, making sure I noticed. Did he really like seeing me in my uniform that much? I never thought it was a big deal. Obviously though, Edward and his crotch thought it was a big deal, if the bulge in the front of his jeans was anything to go by. He carefully kept it hidden by his plate so as not to clue the rest of the family in on his arousal. There was really no need to try to hide it because his face gave everything away.

By the time we were done eating, Emmett couldn't take anymore of me teasing Edward. Was I teasing Edward? Oh, hell yes I was. All the while we were eating, I would lick my lips, lick my fingers, making sure Edward could see me swallow. I even went as far as to suck my finger into my mouth once. That was Emmett's breaking point. Setting his bottle of beer down and handing his plate to Rose, he got up, walked to me and Edward, and took our plates from us.

"Just go fuck already," he huffed with an eye roll. "I can't stand the eyefucking anymore." With that, he walked off and I looked over at Edward. He was looking at me with a dead sexy smirk.

Before I could say anything, Edward was up and pulling me to our tent. Once inside, I prepared myself to be attacked. So, needless to say, I was surprised when Edward just stood inside the door, looking me over. I could see his eyes swirling with desire and it made me shiver, despite the hot as hell uniform. I had a feeling I was in for a good fucking, and damn I couldn't wait.

Slowly, very slowly, Edward stalked towards me, shedding clothes as he went. He was completely bare by the time he reached me, I reached for the buttons on my jacket while taking in every inch of his lean form with my eyes. He was glorious.

Reaching out, Edward pushed my hand away from my jacket. "Mine," he said in a husky voice and proceeded to walk in a circle around me, his eyes burning me and making me hotter than I already was. He was like a predator stalking it's prey, getting ready to pounce.

"Jasper, you have teased me all day with this fucking uniform," Edward said in a low voice while trailing a finger down my back. Involuntarily, I shivered again, and when Edward had completed his walk around me, facing me, he reached up and started slipping the jacket buttons from the buttonholes agonizingly slowly. I stared into his eyes and they were burning with lust. They captivated me, sucking me into their emerald depths.

Finally finished with the last button, Edward pushed the jacket off of my shoulders and it fell softly to the floor. Leaning in, he kissed me softly, lingering for a moment before pulling back. Once again, he reached out to me, trailing his fingertips along the hem of the tee I had on. I could feel his fingertips barely brushing against my skin and just that simple touch sent tingles up my neck.

Edward walked around me again, never taking his fingers out from beneath my shirt. When he got behind me, he pushed my shirt up, planting wet kisses between my shoulder blades. His mouth was soft and warm, and my breathing started to speed up. I helped Edward push my shirt over my head, and he walked back around to my front. Without warning, he ran his hands up my chest, brushing across my nipples with his thumbs, making them harden. I closed my eyes, reveling in his touch, and I could feel his breath fan across my skin right before he kissed my neck.

Moving my head to the side, I slid my arms around Edward's waist and pulled him flush against me. His cock was hard against my own and the feel of him along with the kissing and sucking on my neck made me let out a breathy moan. Edward moved across my jaw to my lips and started kissing me gently. Sliding my hands down, I cupped his ass and ground him against me. Our gentle kisses were becoming more heated, and Edward tilted his head so he could taste my mouth. I obliged willingly, letting my tongue caress his, and it was his turn to moan into my mouth.

With our tongues still dancing together, I walked Edward backwards to the edge of the air mattress and lowered him down on it. Breaking our kiss, I stood back up and slowly started opening my belt, pulling it through the loops on my pants just as slowly. Edward was watching me intently, and I teased him by gently palming myself through my pants. His breathing sped up, and he loosely gripped his cock, pumping it lazily.

I couldn't help the groan that escaped my lips as I watched Edward pump himself. Palming myself harder, I worked the button and zip of my pants, and let myself go so I could rid myself of them along with my boxers. Edward drank in every inch of my body as I exposed it, and the more he watched, the firmer the pumped himself.

"Fuck, Jasper," Edward breathed. "Get your sexy ass down here."

Quickly getting out of my socks and shoes, I stretched my body out on top of Edward's, grinding my hard cock against his. He groaned into my mouth as I kissed him, hard. His hands trailed up my back and neck, tangling themselves in my hair. He pulled slightly, which made me whimper against his mouth. It wasn't a whimper of pain, by any means, and Edward knew that. I liked getting my hair pulled.

Breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips along Edward's lightly stubbled jaw, down his neck, and onto his chest, where I started mouthing one of his nipples while gently pulling the other. Edward was withing beneath me, moaning, panting, and alternating between fisting my hair and digging his nails into my back. He was so aroused, and extra sensitive.

Edward surprised me then by rolling us over and attacking my own chest with kisses and nips with his teeth. He was grinding into me, and it felt good, but I needed more. There was an ache that could only be satisfied by Edward, inside me, loving me.

"Edward!" I gasped. "I need you!"

"What do you need?" Edward breathed against my hot skin, and I shuddered.

"Want you," I mumbled out, arching up into him.

"Want me to what?" Edward asked as he bit the side of my neck playfully.

A long, low groan escaped me and I panted out, "Fuck me, Edward. Fuck me hard and fast."

With a low moan, Edward raised up long enough to grab one of our bags that was sitting beside the bad. Within minutes, he crawled up next to me and was sliding his slick fingers between my legs, teasing me. Moaning at the contact, I pulled him in for a kiss and he carefully slid a finger in, pumping it slowly. It was not enough. I rolled my hips against Edward's hand while kissing him hungrily. When Edward pulled back slightly to breathe, I groaned at the loss of his mouth.

"More..." I moaned, and Edward obliged me by pushing in another finger, wiggling them to stretch me more. I groaned, loud and long, and Edward crashed his lips to mine again, finger fucking me hard. My back arched and I cried out into Edward's mouth. He took it as a sign that I was all right and pushed in a final finger.

Breaking our kiss, I bucked my hips against Edward, needing something more substantial than his fingers. I ached for his cock. Biting and sucking my way down Edward's neck, I was groaning almost embarrassingly loud. "Edward, I'm ready...please fuck me now!"

Edward pulled his fingers out of me and I whimpered at first, then moaned as he rolled me over and grabbed the condom, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on quickly. He slid his arm under my hips and pulled me up until I was on my hands and knees, completely open and exposed for him. I heard him groan as he poured lube down my ass crack and over his straining cock. Moving behind me, he positioned himself and pushed in about halfway before stopping to let me adjust.

Groaning, I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of Edward's cock filling me, making me whole. This moment was blissful and torturous at the same time. "Please, Edward, move," I panted out.

Obliging me, Edward started a gentle rhythm which made me arch my back and push my ass against him. He felt so fucking good, and my mind was hazy with bliss at the feeling.

"Edward...harder." I groaned, and he picked up the pace. Dropping onto my forearms, I changed the angle and was rewarded by a hiss from Edward as he could go deeper.

Grabbing my hips, Edward began pulling me back to meet his thrusts and I could feel myself coming undone. His cock slamming into me was a heaven I never wanted to end. "Ugh...Edward...so good...fuck me...yeah...fuck me hard..."

Edward surprised me by leaning over my back and placing a wet kiss right in the middle before straightening up and fucking me harder and faster. Our grunts and cries were swirling around in my head as we neared climax. I didn't know about Edward, but I was floating, right on the edge. My release was building with each thrust and cry of my name from Edward.

"Gonna..cum..." I gasped, and with a long moan from Edward, I felt him starting to pump inside me.

"God...cumming...ah!" Edward yelled, and I was thrown over the edge, crying out Edward's name as I shot my cum all over the sheet below us. My body was trembling with the aftershocks and I'm not sure, but I think I was whimpering.

When we were both spent, Edward carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom before laying on his side next to me and pulling me with him. We were quiet as he was holding me, letting our breathing slow and our bodies cool down. Edward lazily stroked my abs as we enjoyed the moment.

"I love you, Jasper," Edward murmured into my ear and I smiled.

"Love you too, babe," I replied. "Thank you for coming with me to the reenactment this year."

"I am so glad I did, but I just have one question," he answered.

"What's that?" I asked drowsily.

"Can I come again next year?"

Laughing, I turned my head to the side so I could kiss him.

"Absolutely."

I hope ya'll enjoyed it! Leave a review and let me know!

Penny