A/N: We finally have part 3! Thanks for the faves, alerts, reviews!

This is, once again, dedicated to my wifey, Mattie-Hale. This is because the crappy UK postal service we call Royal FAIL (ok, it's really mail) didn't manage to get my Christmas card to her! So, apologies, bb, hope this story will make up for that failure. Boysecks is better than cards anyway! LOL. Hope you like it.

And everyone else, enjoy! ;)

The shower feels really good right now as I stand under the stream of warm water – opposite Whitlock.

It's blissfully good as it pelts the top of my head and runs down my spine, soothingly good on my slightly aching knees…

Torturously good on my still hard and aching cock.

And fuck, Whitlock looks hot.

His hair's out of the ponytail and plastered on his neck, his body's golden, despite him being in Forks for over a month now, and he's all wet and smooth and lean and muscular.

He's soaping up his body now: running the soap and a washcloth over his skin in a circular motion. I watch it, watch his hand as he rubs his body, lather coating his toned abs and his pecs and around his hard, pink nipple…

He laughs. Shakes his head. Continues soaping up his body – slower now, as he brushes over his nipples.

"You're eyefucking me again," he says.

I shake my head a little. "Sorry."

He rolls his blue eyes. "What are you sorry for?" He stops soaping up, looks at me from under his dripping hair. "C'mere."

I take a step forward so there's barely an inch between us.

Whitlock reaches behind me and grabs my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh.

I gasp.

He smirks.

Then he pulls me by the ass so my body is flush against his, so the soap on his chest smears against mine, so my cock presses into his.

And he's hard again.

He tilts his head slightly and leans forward, planting his wet lips on mine, pushing his soft tongue into my mouth, kissing me.

I shift my hips into him, grip his waist as I pull him closer. Groan.

His mouth presses harder against me – just before he pulls back a little, sucking on my bottom lip. He grins and releases my ass, leaning back away from my face.

He starts running the soap over himself again, eyes roaming my body, grin unwavering as he says, "I really wanna fuck you right now." My eyes widen a little and he chuckles, quickly adding, "don't worry, I'm not going to. Well, not today anyway…"

He takes a step towards me again and the tips of our erections touch.

"Turn around," he says.

I turn around, nervous, not knowing what the hell he's doing but so fucking excited, so turned on I'm breathing fast – fast enough to start feeling lightheaded.

His mouth is at my ear. "Relax," he whispers.

His soapy hands go around my waist and he starts soaping me up slowly, running the bar of soap all the way up to my neck and shoulders, and then back down my body, across my pecs and my nipples, the palm of his hand following the soap's trail down my stomach, below my bellybutton –

Wrapping around my cock.

My head involuntarily tips back onto his shoulder at the feel of it and I groan, my body instantly reacting to the contact: hips jerking, skin prickling with pleasure.

His chin is resting on my shoulder as he whispers again, "Relax, Cullen."

And then I feel it.

And there's no way I can relax.

My body tenses up immediately and I lift my head up off his shoulder, instinctively moving my hips forward – away. I don't get far though, because Whitlock's arm is still around my waist, his hand still holding my cock.

The soap is lying on the side of the tub now, and his other hand is between our bodies – between my ass cheeks.

He stops stroking me there when I stiffen, the hand around my cock starting to move slowly up and down the length, and I can't help sagging against him again.

"That's it," he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck as he speaks. "Relax. I'm gonna make you feel good."

"I thought… I thought I was –"

"You are," he interrupts. "I'm just showing you how to get me ready for it… as well as giving you a taste of what it feels like..."

His fingers start caressing the crack of my ass and I tense up again, ass growing rock solid.

He snickers. Slaps my ass a little. "Stop tensing your ass."

"I can't help it."

He sighs, going back to stroking my cock – harder and faster this time.

"Oh… Oh shit," I breathe.

"Feel good?" he murmurs.

"Yeah..."

He's pumping my cock hard, and I know I'm not gonna last long if he continues 'cause I've been hard and horny for a long while now. And how am I gonna get to fuck him if I blow my load already?

"Jas – Jasper." I'm panting now.

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna come if you keep doing that."

I feel him smile against my neck. "You want me to stop?"

No! "Yeah…"

"You sure?" he asks – still stroking away.

I respond with a groan –

And his fingers are there again, between my ass cheeks.

The shock of having them there again staves off my orgasm, but I'm too far gone to be able to tense again – and besides, it feels sort of… good.

He's still jacking me off, slower now though, and then I can only feel one finger, travelling from the crack of my ass all the way down to just underneath my balls, and fuck me it definitely feels good.

"You like that?"

"Fuck yeah…"

He chuckles. "Still want me to stop?"

I groan, shaking my head.

He laughs again, pressing his lips against my neck in a lazy kiss. "That's what I thought."

But then his finger starts… starts pushing into me – and my ass goes into clench mode again.

He stops pushing, carries on caressing, kisses my neck again. "It'll feel good, I promise," he whispers, punctuating his words with gentle strokes.

So I relax, just a little.

And he pushes, just a little further.

And further.

And further.

Until I can feel his whole finger… inside me, and it feels uncomfortable and weird and not really pleasurable –

Until he starts moving it.

"Christ."

My knees nearly give out and he has to grab me tightly, steadying me.

He laughs. "See? Feels fucking awesome, right?"

I feel his finger pushing, sliding in and out, the fist of his other hand simultaneously pumping my cock as he does.

His finger curves inside me, and he keeps hitting a spot that makes me shudder every single time, because it feels as if the hairs are rising on my body, like I've got goosebumps all over. It makes my legs start to tremble, makes my cock throb rhythmically and my balls grow tight – and I'm about to come again, even though he's not jacking me off nearly as fast as how I would normally need to be jacked off if I wanted to bust a nut.

And I swear I've never felt something as good as this before. Ok, so I'm not very experienced, but I've had sex with girls a few times in the past, and this? This feels like, ten times better than that and it's only jacking off. How the fuck is that possible? I mean, a finger up my ass makes that much difference? Why haven't I done this before?

"Jasper," I groan. "I can't… Can't… fucking take it…"

He groans now, I feel him push his cock against my ass, feel his hips start to rotate.

"I know you can't," he breathes. "And it's fucking sexy as hell."

"Jesus… but… but I don't wanna come yet."

"Then don't," he says.

"I can't…"

I don't wanna come because I wanna fuck him, but I don't wanna tell him to stop 'cause this feels too fucking perfect…

And he stops.

I let out a whoosh of breath, doubling over like I've just been kicked in the balls, because honestly, building someone up to an orgasm that intense and then stopping it so abruptly is a fucking kick in the balls. I mean, shit, my balls are even aching.

His voice is a raspy breath in my ear. "Shit. I don't think I can take the teasing anymore either."

I feel his body lean away from me slightly, hear his hand rustling around on the little shelf on the side where the shampoo and body wash and stuff stand.

"Here."

His hand is around my waist again, and he's holding a square foil packet between his index and middle finger.

I take the condom from him with slightly trembling fingers – nervous all over again.

Whitlock grabs my hips. He pushes his hard cock against my ass again, rests his chin on my shoulder.

His lips brush against my earlobe as he murmurs,

"This is the part where you fuck me."

-x-

We trade places, him standing in front of me, his ass against my groin.

"Here." He hands me a small, nondescript white bottle with a pump. Glances over his shoulder at me. Laughs at the confusion probably etched on my face.

"Fuck, you're cute." He shakes his head. "It's lube."

I feel my face burning. "Oh yeah. Right."

I hold the condom in one hand, lube in the other – have no idea how to start this.

Whitlock sighs. Turns around to face me, his cock rubbing up against mine as he does.

He grabs me by the back of my neck and kisses me hard. Grabs the condom off me and opens it. Grabs my cock at the base and rolls the condom on.

"Now you just gotta lube me up, lube up your cock and we're good to go," he says.

I look at the bottle in my hand. Frown. "Won't it… you know, wash off?"

He grins, shaking his head. "It's waterproof."

"Oh. Ok." Fuck, I'm such a virgin.

His bright blue eyes meet mine. "Ready?" he asks.

I take a deep breath. "Sure."

He turns around again, braces his hands on the wall, bends over a little, ass cheeks parting before me.

I stare at his perfect ass, can't help taking a good look at it – and yep, hairless too.

"Do you wax?"

He looks over his shoulder at me. Snickers. "What?"

Fuck, that was a pretty stupid question. I blush. "I mean, you don't have much hair…"

He snorts. "Yeah, I wax my ass and balls and most of the pubes around my cock. What, you don't like it?"

"No – I mean, yeah, I like it." I grab one of his smooth butt cheeks. Squeeze the taut muscle. "It's hot."

My cock twitches, and I'm suddenly really impatient, suddenly can't wait until I'm buried balls deep inside him.

I pump some of the lube out on my fingers and reach out for his ass again, between his slightly parted cheeks.

As soon as my fingers touch him he hisses, sucking air in through his teeth.

Which only turns me on more.

I begin stroking him, the way I felt him stroking me, making sure to spread the lube around.

He sighs, releases the wall with one hand to reach for his cock, arches his back.

Tentatively, I start pushing my index finger into him, surprised when it slides in pretty easily. I pump my finger in and out, like he was doing to me, and he starts pumping his cock, head tipping back, groaning.

And it's so fucking hot.

"Ah, fuck…" he groans. "Two fingers."

I blink a little. "What?"

"Stick another finger in there," he murmurs.

"Um… Ok."

Slowly, I slide my middle finger into him too, feeling the tight muscle expand slightly, and he groans really loud, the sound causing me to groan in response 'cause, fuck, he sounds sexy as hell.

A few minutes of me sliding my fingers in and out of him, curving them, like I felt him doing to me – and he tells me to stop.

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm tired of the fingers."

"Oh, right."

He grins at me over his shoulder. "Yeah, right. Now, you gonna fuck me properly or what, Cullen?"

I'm impatient again as I pump a little more lube on my hands, rub it over my cock, position it just right.

And then I'm suddenly nervous.

I mean, shit, what if I can't do it right? What if I'm not as good as the other guys he's been with?

I look down at my cock.

Oh fuck, what if I'm not big enough?

"Edward." He's looking at me over his shoulder again.

It kinda surprises me that he's used my first name – mostly turns me on even more if that were possible,

so I do it.

Slowly, I push my cock into him, push past the tight ring of muscle –

Holy fuck.

I can't hold back the shudder that runs through my body.

It's tight, like, really fucking tight, grabbing hold of my cock like a fist and squeezing it with every inch forward – and it's really warm, like dipping my cock in warm water. I continue pushing all the way in, my body shuddering all over until my hips meet his ass and our balls touch.

And then… I have to stop.

Eyes rolling back, teeth clenched in restraint, hands grasping his hips, I breathe, "Shit, I'm… I'm gonna come."

"Don't move," he says. "Wait a second."

So I don't move for another ten seconds.

When the sensation subsides I start pulling back out.

"Fu –" Whitlock can't even finish speaking, his hand furiously rubbing his cock, head now leaning heavily against the tiled wall.

I push in and pull out slowly, my hips finding a rhythm, cock effortlessly sliding. My eyes roll every time I push in, balls tingle, the tingles gradually spreading all over my body, making my toes curl against the hard enamel.

Shit, I'm not gonna last long.

"Faster, Cullen," Whitlock groans through clenched teeth. "Fuck me harder."

And I have to stop again 'cause those words alone are enough to make me almost come.

I look down at myself, at my cock buried deep in his ass – and I have to close my eyes tight 'cause the sight alone is enough to make me almost come.

Whitlock is still jacking off despite my lack of stamina, and he's groaning and cursing and his hips are shifting a little, making his ass slide against me and clench even more –

"I'm gonna come soon..."

Fuck, this is embarrassing. I can't even last ten minutes.

Whitlock groans, his hand still pumping his cock. "Me too. Keep fucking me. Hard."

I can't hold it in any longer anyway.

I pull out – fast.

Push back in – hard.

And we groan simultaneously.

I continue doing this, pounding into him, my hips slamming into his hips, balls slapping against his balls.

The tingling sensation in my balls starts to grow, intensify, spreading down to my toes and up to my scalp. My hair feels like it's standing on end. My legs feel like they've been numb and my blood is just starting to rush through them again. My cock is being hugged tight by Whitlock's ass, throbbing with each thrust, and I can feel my orgasm at the very tip.

"Jasper…"

"Keep going."

"I'm really close."

"Fuck… me too…"

"This feels so… so fucking good…"

"I know." – he gasps – "harder, I'm almost there."

A few irregular thrusts later and I'm coming – harder than I've ever come before in my life. It feels like I'm about to lose myself completely, erupt into a cloud of atoms, and wouldn't that be a fucking euphoric way to die?

I'm so high I don't even realize Whitlock came too, not even sure whether it was before or after me.

He's breathless, panting with his head still leaning against the wall, his hand now hanging limp by his side.

We take a few minutes to catch our breath and then slowly I pull out of him, pulling off the condom and tying up the end. I toss it into a wastepaper basket by the door and get back in the shower.

Whitlock's standing right under the stream of water, brushing his hair back from his face.

He tugs me towards him by my forearm so we're both under the water, chests touching.

He leans forward and kisses me. Smirks. Blue eyes hold mine. "Not bad, Cullen," he says.

The water's not even hot anymore, cooler than lukewarm even, and I'm kinda cold but still, I feel my ears grow hot and my face flush.

"You know what you forgot to do though?" he asks.

"What?"

His smile widens. "Pull my hair."

-x-

"I like you, Cullen," he says, eyes boring into me.

I blush. Clear my throat. Can't meet his eyes. "I uh, I… Me too."

He chuckles, grabbing me by the hair and kissing me roughly. "You wanna do this again?" he asks when he pulls away, his mouth still close enough so our lips brush. "I mean, like, on a regular basis."

I nod.

He smiles, kisses me a little more before letting go of my hair and lying on his back, next to me. We both stare up at the ceiling.

"So," he says after a while. "We're gonna keep this thing a secret, right?"

I nod.

"Why?"

"I told you, I'm not ready."

"Ok," he says.

We have another long moment of ceiling watching.

"Besides," I say. "I don't see you telling everyone you're gay."

He smirks, turning on his side again to look at me. Raises his eyebrows in a smug way. "Rosalie Hale and all the cheerleaders know, and I doubt they'll keep it a secret." He jerks a shoulder. "Not that I wanna hide it anyway."

"Oh… Well, the guys on the team don't know."

He shrugs again, lying on his back and putting his hands under his head. "That's just 'cause they ain't asked. They'll hear it from the cheerleaders soon enough, ask me if it's true, and when they do I'm not gonna lie about it."

"Don't you care that they might look at you differently?"

He turns his head to look at me, eyes bright and scrutinizing. "Not really," he says. He pauses. "Is that what you're afraid of?"

I swallow. Look away from him and back up to the ceiling. I'm pissed that he finds it so easy and I don't. Envious that he doesn't care what people think of him and I do. I've always told myself that I haven't come out because there's no point, because Forks didn't appear to have any gay guys for me to date anyway, but deep down I know it's not true. Well, it's true but it's not the only reason, and certainly not the most important.

"That and a ton of other things," I answer.

We're both silent for a long time.

And then I feel his hand fumbling, searching underneath the comforter – and he grabs my hand, clasps it tight.

"Hey," he says.

I turn my head in his direction but don't meet his eyes.

"I'm only fucking with ya about the whole coming out thing. You know that, right?"

I shrug.

"Do it whenever you're ready. And… And I'll be here, if you need me. For anything."

"Thanks."

He squeezes my hand, and tentatively, I lift my eyes up to look at him.

He winks.

I grin.

-x-

We're in the locker rooms, all changed for the game, about to go out on the field.

"Alright, boys," Coach Banner says with a grin. "Get out there and win. We know damn well those Sequim Wolves ain't got nothing on us. McCarty," – he looks at Emmett – "as Quarterback you know you've got the responsibility of making sure this game gets off to a good start. I'm counting on you."

Emmett nods. "Yes, sir."

"Cullen, Whitlock, we've already got an advantage over the Wolves with two Running Backs. Not to mention how fast you both are. Make sure you're clear on which one of you is blocking and which one of you is running, and whoever is running better stay close to McCarty." He points an index finger at both of us. "And I definitely don't wanna see any more fights or hear about people tackling their own team members out there, got it?"

I nod. "Yes, sir."

Whitlock grins. "Sure, Coach. Me and Cullen," – he slaps me on the back – "have sorted out our differences."

"Good," Banner says. "That's what I like to hear. Now, strap on your helmets and let's go kick some wolf ass!"

There's a collective cheer from the team, before we start strapping on helmets and filing out of the locker room.

Jacob Black gives my ass a slap as he jogs past.

Gives Whitlock one too.

Gives Emmett a double slap, right on each cheek – which Emmett returns.

"Good luck, dudes!" he yells on his way out.

Whitlock sidles up next to me, and I can see his white teeth through the bars of his helmet as he grins.

"Ok, so you're running and I'm blocking, right?" he asks – still grinning.

I ignore his question. Give him a suspicious sideways look. "What's funny?"

"Nothing. Except for the fact that your gaydar is really shitty isn't it?"

I frown, confused. "What're you talking about?"

Whitlock inclines his head towards the door we're all walking out of.

"You weren't the only gay guy on the team before I got here. Jus' Sayin'."

"What? Who else is gay?"

He laughs. Lifts his eyebrows in disbelief. "C'mon, man. Seriously?"

"Who, Emmett? Is this 'cause of the ass slapping thing?" I shake my head. "Nah, we all do that to each other, it's just this thing we do for luck –"

"Yeah, I get that," he interrupts. I see his eyes rolling. "And I don't mean Emmett." He tilts his head closer to mine as he whispers, "Black."

I raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yep."

"How'd you know?"

He shrugs. "I can just tell. Told ya, my gaydar's good." He turns to look at me. "And I don't know how the hell you or anyone else doesn't notice this, but he's totally got a thing for Emmett."

I smirk. "Seriously?"

He laughs, adjusts his helmet, slaps my ass – hard, and starts jogging away.

And of course, my eyes can't help drifting down to his ass. His firm, round, muscular ass covered in white spandex – his ass that I fucked, just yesterday…

And that's when I notice.

Whitlock's running a little funny.

He's running like… well, like his ass got fucked, just yesterday.

And I can't help laughing.

He glances over his shoulder at me, blond ponytail whipping round as he does. "What?"

"Nothing," I say. "But yeah, I'll run and you block," – I snort – "you don't look like you can handle much running today."

I can't see his face through his helmet anymore but I'm guessing he's pretty embarrassed. He starts scratching his jaw and he only does that – he told me – when he's nervous, or embarrassed.

I hear him chuckle. See him shake his head. Flip me off. "Whatever, Cullen."

I laugh again.

Serves him right.

I'm the fucking Running Back anyway.

-x-