A/N Stephenie Meyer owns The Twilight Saga, its characters and everything else. I merely own the laptop on which I wrote this. Thanks to Beate73 and Twiboy for betaing this chapter.

Christ, I can't get this song out of my head. What's even worse is I can't, for the life of me, think of the name of it. The melody just keeps spinning circles in my mind, driving me up the wall. Even the movie I'm watching isn't helping to drown it out. The fact that I've resorted to humming the damned melody isn't helping matters either.

I'm sitting in the basement watching Primal Fear. I've watched it eleventy hundred times because it's fucking epic. Now I'm watching it for educational purposes. We're wrapping up our section on mental disorders in class and we have to present a case study on our chosen disorder. Mine is Dissociative Personality Disorder. My case study is Aaron. It doesn't matter that he's faking – he has nailed every aspect that makes this disorder fascinating to me.

Still, I can't concentrate on the film because of the song that's looping through my skull.

I share this big ass house with my brother, Emmett and two of our mutual friends who we've known since preschool, Edward Masen and Jacob Black. Emmett is at the gym, that meat head. Edward is God knows where – most likely squirreled away in his room with the latest hottie he has managed to dazzle in class. Jacob is in the basement with me, throwing darts.

I don't know why he keeps it up; his aim is impeccable. We all stopped playing against him when we realized he could nail the bull's eye from across the room. Blindfolded.

Showoff.

I resume my humming, certain that as soon as I remember the name of the fricken song, it will be out of my head.

"What the fuck is it?" I mutter.

THUNK!

I hold my breath and hesitate before turning my head to look at the dart that's lodged in the wall not half an inch from my ear.

"What the hell, Jake?"

The target's situated on the opposite wall, nowhere near the couch.

"That humming was getting on my nerves," he responds, before resuming his assault on the felt target.

"Shit. You could have just said something instead of trying to impale me. By the way – you missed."

He chuckles. "I wasn't talking about your humming. And I didn't miss."

Huh?

Jacob walks back to the wall where the dart juts out from the dark wood paneling, and he yanks it out before showing it to me.

The remains of a housefly speckle the metal point.

He caught a housefly. With a dart.

"I'm impressed, Jake." Seriously. That's talent right there. Catching a fly with chopstick is so 1984.

"Sure, sure." He cleans the dart off with his shirt and throws it over his shoulder at the target, keeping his eyes on me. He's grinning like a jackass.

I know I should be used to this, but my eyes nearly fall out of my head, because sure enough - bull's eye.

"I am the fucking man. You can admit it, Jazz."

"Yes, you are the fucking man because you can throw sharp objects at the wall. Good for you." He scared the shit out of me when he hit that fly. I'm still a little pissed about that.

Scoffing, he walks over to the target to retrieve his weapons.

"The song's by Muse, by the way."

"Excuse me?" What the hell is he talking about now?

"Supermassive Black Hole. The song you're humming."

Well, I'll be damned.

I chuckle. "Thanks, Jake. I needed that."

"You're welcome. Now kindly shut the hell up. You're fucking with my concentration."

And mine's gone. I'm gonna finish the movie later. Time for a nap, because…well, just because. Heading upstairs to the kitchen, I throw back a glass of iced tea. After refilling the glass, I toss in a few lemon slices before making my way up to the second floor to my bedroom.

Climbing the stairs, I hear laughter coming from Edward's room. It's Edward and he's chuckling and snorting with abandon.

"Stop! Stop it! You're killing me!"

I can't help but snicker. Bella's back. I knew he couldn't stay away from her for too long and she's the only one I've known to make him laugh like that.

"Well, hey. Now you don't have to stop that." His chuckle drags out into a hum.

Now this just got interesting in a hurry.

I tiptoe up to his doorway. My intentions are to listen until he's about to lose it and then poke my head in and scare the crap out of both of them. I'll finally be able to get back at him for pulling a similar stunt with Alice and I.

Alice had been in Seattle for a week visiting her parents, and by the time she returned home, I had been going through some serious withdrawal. As a result, we wasted no time getting into my bedroom and yanking off all our clothes for some frantic fucking. No foreplay, no sweet talking, just grunts, groans, and skin slapping skin. I had Alice on all fours while I stood at the foot of the bed, speeding towards what was sure to be a tremendous orgasm when I heard a shrill whistle behind me.

"Hoooowee! Get her, John Wayne! Show her how the cow ate the cabbage!" Edward ducked out of the room cackling just as I sent a throw pillow careening toward his head.

That fucker.

Payback time. I quickly decide that instead of popping in and shouting "boo" or something similarly lametastic, it would be even sweeter if I dump my iced tea on that messy bed-head of his. He hates tea of any kind; he refers to it as "rancid piss".

Captain Cock-Block has some justice to dole out.

I hear some mumbled curses and words of encouragement from Edward followed by his hums of satisfaction. Checking my watch, I see that I've been standing here for more than five minutes, and he doesn't even sound close. Edward has frequently bragged on Bella's fellatic skills and how she wastes no time in sucking him into oblivion. The fact that he sounds like he's barely warmed up means one of three things: One – Edward exaggerated. Two – Bella is drawing things out for the fun of it. Three – Bella's losing her touch.

I begin to give up on the Adventures of Captain Cock-Block because I'm not going to wait all day for this to reach its peak when I could be taking a perfectly good nap right now. And I am not about to waste my tea on Edward unless he's as close to the brink as I was with Alice. It wouldn't be nearly as much fun that way.

"Mmmm…there you go. Just like that," Edward purrs.

I now hear muffled slurps and wet suction. It sounds like Bella's under a blanket, which is quite a shame because I absolutely love an audible blow job. The faint sounds drifting to my ears are making me hard.

Looking down at the bulge in my jeans, I decide that when I finally get to my bedroom, my nap is going to have to be put off for just a little bit.

Suddenly, I hear Edward growl. "Fuck! Ung, don't stop!" He starts breathing heavily through his nose.

I cover my mouth to conceal the snicker threatening to bubble forth as I prepare to jump in and douse him.

"Whoa, whoa whoa. Slow down a bit, babe. No, don't stop…just slow down. There you go."

What the hell? Come on, Edward! Captain Cock-Block has shit to do! I have a dick to yank and a nap to take. Let's get this show on the road!

"I smell that rancid piss you call a beverage, John Wayne. Get your ass in here," Edward calls out.

Fuck! Fuckin' shit!

Oh, and did I mention that he has called me John Wayne ever since he walked in on us? Cock-blockin' fucktard.

Clearing my throat, I adjust the front of my jeans and finally appear in the doorway. Leaning back against the door frame, I take a sip of my iced tea.

"I totally planned on pouring it on your head, Masen. I'm still pissed at you."

The man has absolutely no shame, neither does Bella. He's sitting in his bed with his back against the wall and he's not wearing a shirt. Bella remains under the comforter, hidden from sight. What's not hidden, however, is the fact that she is still very obviously bobbing her head up and down in Edward's lap.

See? No shame.

Edward chuckles and his eyes roll back in his head.

"Fu-huck!" He bites his lip and squirms where he sits.

Shaking his head, he finally says, "Jasper. Seriously. That was a fricken month ago. Certainly Alice isn't still carrying a grudge, and if she is, that means you're not doing your job very well."

The juicy, wet sounds of an epic blow job in progress start to fill my ears once more. The sounds are now amplified by my proximity and I have to adjust my jeans again.

I clear my throat. "Well, on that note," I say before I start to turn around.

My movement catches Edward's eye and he glances at what is now an embarrassing bulge in my pants. Thank you, Bella. Now he knows what I'm planning to do once I get back to my bedroom.

A half grin appears on Edward's face just before he bites his lip. Closing his eyes he says, "Wo-ho-ho. Watch the teeth, baby."

Rolling my eyes, I turn towards the door again before he speaks.

"So, you gonna ask Alice to come over and help you with your problem?" he asks, glancing at my pants again.

"Might…might not." Taking another sip of my drink, I head for the door.

"Well, if it's…good God...if you're leaning towards 'might not', you're welcome to join us."

I stop dead in my tracks.

Hello.

I am now totally considering my options. Prepare for my nap and take care of things myself, call Alice and beg her to get her little ass over here, or hmmm…Bella. Now there's a thought. And she's still going to town, not even objecting to Edward's suggestion.

Alice and I aren't exclusive. We're both free to see other people and she exercises that freedom frequently. I'm just happy having someone willing to scratch the itch when I get one. She's phenomenal in bed but annoys the shit out of me otherwise. We wouldn't last five minutes outside of the bedroom together.

So…Bella. A peach if there ever was one. She has long, thick, brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, the perkiest breasts, and legs for days. Hell yes, I'd tap that.

"Hmmm. Well, Edward, you might wanna get permission from your bashful partner there, first."

He chuckles, squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip. "One step ahead of you. Permission already granted."

He was planning this? Hell, this will be very interesting, indeed.

He sneaks a peek under the comforter and says, "Why don't you come out and say, 'hello' to Jasper?"

He draws the comforter back.

"Hello, Jasper."

I'm suddenly choking on my iced tea as I dart out the door, and I'm flying down the stairs before I even realize my brain has issued the order to my legs.

That is definitely not Bella.