I was at a music festival this summer and saw a guy who looked like a Riley to me and I immediately started thinking of this story about Jasper and Riley.

Thank you so much M-alice Slashlover for pre-reading and Sue273 for betaing. Any remaining mistakes are my own.

I don't own Twilight. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter 1

This summer has been almost perfect, and I've hot memories to think about in the long, cold winter to come.

The only thing stopping me from enjoying my summer fully, is the thought of the one I let slip through my fingers. Everywhere I've been, at the beach, on boat trips, shopping, he's been on my mind. Several times, I thought I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye, but it has never been him. Unwillingly, I have concluded that he's not from around here, but was most likely visiting the night we met.

There is nothing I can do about it now. I've realized he'll just be my favorite memory from the summer, slowly fading. Tomorrow is my first day at work and I'll finally make use of everything I've learned and worked hard for for a long time.

After finishing my masters in history this spring, I moved back to my hometown like I have always wanted to do. This is where my family lives and several of my childhood friends have already moved back and settled down after studying all over the country.

I've bought an apartment about ten minutes walking distance from my new job at the local high school. The apartment is small, but big enough for Edward, me, and our needs. The only drawback was that the former owners were not going to move out before early autumn, which left me without a roof over my head for the summer. I didn't want to move into my old room at my parents' house as my mother had made it into her sewing room.

At the last moment, I got a tip from my friend Bella about a small cottage I might rent. I knew immediately I'd been very lucky when I found the place. It was a small, white, wooden cottage with a green front door and white picket fence. Right at the end of the luscious garden smelling of blooming fruit trees, following a winding path paved with slates of granite, the most spectacular beach I have ever seen revealed itself.

From the small window in my cottage, a little house in the big garden, I've had the most beautiful view in the world. In the morning, I've woken up to cries from seagulls and lapping of waves and at night, I've been lulled to sleep by the smell of salt and sea.

The owners of the property, an old married couple approaching their eighties, have lived here forever. They never had children of their own, but Bella told me that she and other kids from Carlisle and Esme's neighborhood, always had been close to the couple, as they always had open doors and homemade cookies.

Unfortunately, Carlisle slipped on the ice this winter and fractured his hipbone, and since then he hasn't been able to drive a car or take care of the garden like he always has. They're sensible people, and even though it's difficult for them to sell their home, they have bought an apartment with everything on a single floor with a grocery store, pharmacy and doctor in walking distance.

This summer, I've had free bed and breakfast as I've kept the garden and the facade of the house in order until they sold the house. They wanted to sell not only for the right price, but also to the right family. Two weeks ago, they got the right offer, and they were happy to sell it to a family with two children wanting to live in the house and not only use it as a summer home.

To me it's only been a pleasure to do the various tasks Carlisle has given me, and I've also done other things I could see for myself needed to be fixed. Edward has been very happy in our summer home, too. Every morning, we've gone for long walks at the beach, Edward chasing seagulls and swimming after sticks I throw into the sea.

Evenings I've often spent playing cards with Carlisle and Esme, or we've been sitting at the front porch sipping sweet homemade plum wine while they've told me old stories, or I've given them a glimpse into my interest in history.

One night, as I mentioned I played guitar as a hobby, Esme became especially interested. She led me into their sitting room where an old, but well kept piano was placed. Since then, I've often had my guitar with me and we've been playing old hits from the fifties and sixties together.

We've enjoyed each other's company, and I've promised to keep in touch after moving. I offered to help them move, but they had already booked a moving agency. They've given me some of the furniture they won't have room for in their apartment. The flat I rented while I studied was furnished, so I'm very happy to make use of everything they wouldn't need. However, Esme has decided to keep her piano. Even though her fingers are stiffer than when she was younger, it doesn't take much warming up before she plays like she used to.

I've always been interested in music, but I realized early in my education that I wasn't good enough to make a career out of it. My choice then fell on history, and I've been content with my choice. My work as a teacher will give me long summer holidays, and that suits me perfectly. In past years, I've spent a few weeks every summer working as a volunteer at festivals. I've had different part time jobs through the years, but summers I've spent on unpaid work.

To me it's not a job, but a nice way to keep the local culture alive, help keep ticket prices low and to meet new people as interested in music or history as I am. Mostly I've been working at the same festivals every year, a renaissance fair and a big music festival in my hometown being my favorites.

Some of my old friends, Sam, Jacob and Alec, were those who initiated the music festival several years ago and they still run it. We were in the same music scene growing up and sometimes playing in bands together, but they stayed in our hometown to develop the festival when most of our other friends moved away.

Last year, I developed a problem with Alec, and I wasn't quite sure if he would let me work as a volunteer this year. Since we were teenagers and he found out that I also was gay, he has constantly been hitting on me. I've always told him I wasn't interested, but last year he wouldn't listen and it became quite uncomfortable when in the end we had a big quarrel in front of his friends.

Luckily, he hasn't mentioned one word about the episode, and I have to choose exactly which shifts I wanted.

The summer weather varies in this state. It has a fair amount of rain, but also a lot of sun and the weather conditions at the weekend of the festival have a lot of influence on how successful it is.

The first two days I was working as backstage crew at Stage 1, the main stage, helping bands on and off stage with their equipment.

The first day I had chosen the early shift, and was off all night to see shows I wanted, but it rained heavily, so I went home early. I was a little worried that it would be muddy the second day, but luckily, the turf reinforcement mesh they had put on the ground worked perfectly. Walking around in bright sunshine, I enjoyed a couple of beers and some music.

That night I got the opportunity to meet one of my favorite bands backstage. Over the years, I've collected many autographs and pictures of myself with famous musicians. Quite often I am hit on by someone in the band or the crew, but I'm very fussy with whom I'm with and rarely have one night stands.

I came early for my morning shift the last day. There was a clear blue sky and this year could easily become one of the most successful years of the festival. I was working at the main bar and had a great view of Stage 1. I could talk to customers and my co-workers as I enjoyed the show. The early shift at the bar is great, as people haven't had the time to get drunk yet and queues are short.

I worked with a woman named Alice. She was so tiny, she almost didn't manage to serve at the bar, but she refused my offer to get her a box to stand on to get a better view of the band, as it would be inconvenient for her to get up and down in a hurry to get what her customers needed.

Discussing the skills of the guitarist currently playing, we were interrupted by someone clearing their voice. A pair of big, dark brown eyes enhanced by eyeliner met mine. The sides of his head were shaved, and at the back, he had long, soft looking brown hair in a ponytail.

Feeling Alice's elbow nudging me, I snapped my mouth shut realizing I was staring at him instead of taking his order. His bare, white chest was gleaming with sweat, and he was smiling widely at me clearly amused by my reaction.

"Hi, can I have a beer please, handsome?" he said slipping a coupon to me. My eyes went to the band around his wrist, that showed whether he was old enough to buy alcohol or not.

"I'm 21, in case you're wondering," he said waving his wrist at me. "See, it's blue." He was still smiling at me. His slender upper arms were covered in large tattoos depicting dragons in bold colors, contrasting against his almost white skin.

"Yeah," I swallowed. "I noticed. I'll get you one."

Taking his cup, he swiftly pressed it to his flushed chin. "It's so hot today I had to take off my t-shirt when we were dancing in front of the stage."

"Did you dance to this band?" I found myself wondering what he thought of it.

"Yes, they're very good." Taking a sip of his beer, he turned to the stage where the band now had finished. "I especially like the guitarist. He must have been playing for many years."

Leaning forward, I put my elbows on the counter. "Yes, Alice and I were discussing him when you came over. Do you play any instruments yourself?"

I could see he had black cargo pants hanging low on his hips held up by a black belt with spikes. His lower stomach ended in a trail of brown hair. Feeling my throat drying up, I suddenly realized I was staring openly at his crotch. Swiftly turning my eyes up, I was met by his glittering eyes as he let them wander freely over the parts of me visible above the counter.

"Yes, I play guitar myself. I'm in a band. We're actually playing at Stage 3 in two hours." I found the thought of seeing him playing guitar intriguing.

Luckily, my shift was over in time for their show, and I asked Alice if she wanted to go with me. There was quite some distance to walk and people everywhere, so when we finally reached the stage they had already started playing.

Being a bit of a sound freak, I always try to fight my way through the crowd to my sweet spot; center in front of the stage. Keeping a firm grip of Alice's hand, I dragged her after me. Looking up, I discovered a pair of black cargo pants tucked into worn military boots. A sunburst Fender Jazzmaster hung low in front of him, as he stood with his head down and his long hair covering his face.

As hard as I tried, I could not make eye contact with him as they played song after song. He was so deep inside the music and his focus was on his guitar and the cues from the bass player and drummer. Looking at each other, Alice and I smiled and nodded, enjoying what we heard.

As the last song finished, in a wall of feedback and crackling, Alice dragged me with her to a tiny stage where a friend of hers was going to play a DJ set with sampler and a laptop. She went to the front of the stage, but I wanted to stay further back to get the best sound. Observing the few people dancing and listening to the music, I found myself wanting once more to lose myself in his dark brown eyes.

More and more people came to listen and dance, and after a while, it became quite a crowd. The sun was setting and the atmosphere was buzzing as the crowd was dancing wilder and wilder and several girls climbed up on stage waving sunglasses and beers.

I thought the music was good and I felt myself moving with the rhythm as I was sucked into the crowd. It was impossible not to follow the crowd's movements. Small lamps shone everywhere and even though it was night, it still was warm. Pulling off my t-shirt, I tucked it into my back pocket.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped my hips and I felt a warm, sweaty chest against my back. It was definitely a man and I turned my head sharply. Big, dark eyes glittered at me and his mouth was serious, like he wondered if I was okay with it. Leaning against him, I continued dancing.

He knew how to move his body and soon we were rubbing and grinding against each other. Moving his hands down my sides over my bare chest, I felt a tight and hot feeling in my lower stomach. It had been such a long time since anybody had touched me in this way and, because it was him doing it, it felt delicious.

Deciding to take the initiative, I put my head against his shoulder and kissed his neck. He smelled like sun and sweat mixed with his own sweet smell. I had not imagined him smelling so good, not that I had imagined I would get the chance to smell him at all.

He turned me around and we danced face to face. I was half a head taller than him, but then I'm taller than most. As I looked down into his eyes, he was staring up at me intensely. My eyes went to his mouth and noticed it had a small inviting smile in one corner. His bottom lip was a bit plump, like it had a scar in the middle.

I let my hands slide up his sweaty back and pressed him lightly against me. Leaning into him, I closed the distance between us. Our noses rubbed against each other as we felt each other's breath. Feeling the tightness in my stomach increase, I closed my eyes before I pressed my lips softly against his.

It was sweet and delicious and my body wanted more at once. Pressing my tongue against his mouth, he willingly opened up. His taste was divine, our tongues slid easily against each other. I felt my heart racing in my chest and my breathing accelerate before I came to myself with a snap, as I realized where we were.

"Shit, we can't do this here," I wheezed out. Gazing up at me with dark eyes breathing heavily, he shook his head as if trying to come back to reality. I could tell he wanted me, but did I want him? I didn't know him at all, but I had been drawn to him from the first sight and now I felt a strong attraction to him.

Looking at me expectantly, he asked, "Do you live nearby?"

Deciding quickly, I said, "Yes, and I have my car right outside." The words were out of my mouth before I consciously registered my decision.

"Awesome!" He took me by the arm and we trailed off.

On our way to my car, he held my hand in his, all warm and dry. With his other hand he quickly texted on his cell. "I'm sending a message to my friends so they don't go looking for me later," he said smiling at me.

A comfortable silence spread in the car as we listened to a CD from one of the bands from yesterday's show.

Parking my car outside the house, I went for the gate. He remained standing by the car door looking around. "Is this your house?" he asked with admiration in his voice.

"No, unfortunately not. But this small cottage is mine for the summer," I said, opening the door to the cottage. It consisted of only one room, so it was sparsely furnished, but I had a comfortable bed.

Edward met us at the door, but quickly went to his place in the corner like the good dog he is.

"Do you play?" he asked me interested. He stood at the threshold with his boots in his hand. He must have looked around and seen my guitar case.

"Yes, but only at home. I don't play in bands anymore. My guitar is my dearest possession."

"I'm sorry, but I guess I haven't asked for your name," I suddenly realized. It was convenient to know our names at least, even if we didn't know much more.

Holding out his hand, and bowing like a small boy he presented himself. "Riley here." I was struck by how expressive his eyes were as he smiled at me.

"I'm Jasper. Nice to meet you," I said, taking his hand smiling back at him.

"Would you like to sit down?" I gestured to the bed. "And would you like some water?" I went over to the tap and poured two glasses. Sitting down beside him, I felt my hand shake slightly as I handed him his glass.

Drinking greedily, he set down his glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Thank you, I was thirsty after dancing." He smiled at me again.

"Why don't you come a bit closer?" he asked leaning against the wall behind him. His hand grabbed mine and I knelt slowly up on my knees. Watching my every move, he kissed me softly when I came close enough. Pulling back and gazing into my eyes, sighing softly, he put his hand on my chin and felt my scruff.

"I noticed you right away at the bar. You're so beautiful," he whispered.

I'm not comfortable with receiving compliments, but as I could see he was serious, I carefully said thank you. "I think you're beautiful too," I whispered back.

I raised my hand to his clean, shaved head, but he stopped me. For a moment, I thought I had done something wrong, but then I saw him taking out the string that held his hair together, as he looked expectantly up at me.

My hand stroked the smooth skin of his scalp and my fingers slipped into his hair. He let out a purring sound from the back of his throat. My other hand did the same thing at the other side and I pulled his head back by his hair, making him moan softly.

Placing my arm behind his back and pulling him close to me, I kissed him hard on the mouth. We fell backwards with him on top of me. Stretching my legs out he wiggled himself between them and pushed himself against me. I was blown away by the thought of someone so good looking wanting to be with me. I could imagine he got a lot of attention usually and could choose whoever he wanted.

I looked deep into his eyes enjoying how good it felt as he lain heavily on top of me. I stroked his back up and down feeling his warm skin. His long hair hanging around our heads like a curtain, we kissed deeply. I felt my chin flush, but the rest of my blood going somewhere else completely. Feeling him harden, I wanted him closer to feel more of his skin.

The zipper of my jeans was becoming uncomfortable against my dick as it hardened. I slipped my hand between our stomachs unbuttoning his pants. Noticing my intentions, he leaned up on his elbows and his hair was like a veil around us.

"What do you want to do?" His eyes brimming with anticipation, his voice just a breath.

"I want to do everything you'll let me do," I answered honestly. "What do you want?"

"I want you to do everything you want to do," he said, his eyes glinting.

I smiled widely at him and told him to get up. Pulling off our t-shirts and pants, I could see that he had a big tent in his boxers. He really wanted me; the evidence was solid as a rock.

Feeling my eyes on him, he took my hand and put it over the bulge in his boxers as we both moaned softly. A grunt escaped my lips when I felt how hard he actually was. Paying close attention, I carefully pulled his boxers down revealing him to me.

His uncut dick was long, but not as thick as mine and pointed to the side. It was as beautifully sculptured as the rest of him. With one finger, I gently stroked up and down the soft skin. Seeing Riley's dick jerk happily at my soft touch, I felt the urge to taste him.

Crawling down to the floor sitting between his legs, I leaned against his dick taking deep breaths along his shaft to inhale his sweet scent. Looking up at his face, he smiled down at me and urged me to continue. "Yes, please!"

Placing small kisses along the vein from base to top, I licked his slit and the taste of his precum felt sweet on my tongue. Wetting my lips, I took him into my mouth as deep as I could. His hand went to my hair and followed my heads movements. Up and down, I sucked him in and heard him gasping for air. It turned me on to hear him make the horny sounds. I felt my dick throb and I wanted to touch myself.

Switching from sucking him, I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick until it was nice and wet. Cupping his balls in one hand, I squeezed them gently before grabbing his dick and pumping him fast. Taking one of his balls into my mouth, I sucked on it hard until I could feel he was about to come.

I quickly put his dick into my mouth so that he could come inside of me. He tried to pull my head backwards, but I swallowed his juices and continued to suck him until his soft dick slipped out of my mouth.

He smiled lazily at me lying on his back humming to himself. It was satisfying to see that he liked it. Even if I had done this many times before, it was some time ago now.

Taking my glass, I drank the rest of the water.

"Come here, you," he smiled at me.

Crawling over him, I kissed him thoroughly. Feeling his hand on my dick, I begged him, "Can I be inside of you?"

Cupping my chin, he whispered softly, "I said I wanted to do everything you want to."

I swallowed heavily. Yes, I wanted to be inside of him and bury myself in the heat of his body.

Standing up quickly, I pulled out the drawer under the table. I had to rummage though the mess before I found the lube and condoms I had thrown in the back when I moved in.

When I turned to him with the condoms in my hand, he had already opened the lube and was about to put it on his fingers. "Oh, no, let me do that," I said quickly. I knew how to prepare him well to make it good for him.

Lying back, he put his knees up. He was so tempting lying there and I had to just stand and watch him for a bit. He stroked his thighs and grabbed his ass cheeks pulling them apart so that I got a perfect view of his puckered hole. I felt my dick jerk up and down. I didn't know that it was possible to get this hard.

"Don't you want to be inside?" he asked with laughter in his voice. I may have drooled a little.

Taking a fair amount of lube on my fingers, I sat down between his legs. I took his balls in my other hand and lifted them up before I carefully put my middle finger a bit inside his hole. It slipped easily in and out, and I added my index finger. I curled my fingers up against his navel and found what felt like a hard round bone.

Groaning loudly, his body arched backwards. "There you are," I smiled. His dick had been soft against his thigh but now started swelling again and I took it in my mouth and sucked hard. It was easy to get down my throat when it was not at its full length, but it grew fast as I sucked and pumped in and out of him, rubbing at his sweet spot. I took a firmer grip around his balls, down at the root and pulled at them.

"Oh, my God, more!" he commanded me, but I reckoned he was ready enough for me now. An irritated grunt escaped him when I stopped. Wiping my fingers on my t-shirt, I grabbed my dick. It pulsated and the head was dark red and swollen.

Quickly rolling the condom on, I applied a fair amount of lube as I pumped myself a few times.

"Oh, come on then." It wasn't just me who was impatient now.

"Pull your knees up and grab hold of your legs," I urged him, positioning myself between his thighs.

Paying close attention, I let my dick slip up and down over his eager hole several times. It was such an exciting view and I wanted the tingling feeling of expectation in my stomach to last forever.

"Please, stop teasing me!" he gasped. "I need you inside me now!"

Letting my dick slip inside slowly, I met very little resistance. He had his eyes closed and the muscles in his face relaxed. His tight hole embraced my dick as the head slipped all the way in.

I had to pull myself together not to push further. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I looked down to where we were joined. This sight alone was enough to almost make me come.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself together. It was such a long time since I had been inside of someone and I very much wanted this to last.

As I carefully pushed deeper into him, his eyes opened wider, darkening with craving and lust.

My hips started to move on their own. Gliding in and out of this warm and tight place, I nipped and sucked at his neck. He let out a long and hoarse moan when I nibbled at his earlobe. He put his thighs around my hips, pulling me deeper in.

"You feel so good," I breathed down his neck. He turned his face towards me and kissed me with passion.

Grabbing his legs, I put them on my shoulders changing the angle.

"Oh, yes, right there," he moaned. "Yes, right there, yes, yes, yes."

I had to let go of one of his legs so I could grab his dick and gripped it firmly as I pushed in and out. I felt a familiar tightening in my balls and I hoped he soon would come again.

"Are you close?" I managed to wheeze out.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," he chanted, with his body in a tight arc. His whole body tensed and I pumped him faster with my hand as I tried to withhold my own orgasm.

"Come on, come for me," I panted. Grunting, his white cum shot long threads into my hand and all over his stomach.

Finally letting go, I thrust without control into him, coming deep inside him.

Falling heavily on top of him, we were both sweaty and satisfied. Holding the condom in place as I pulled out of him, I tied a knot at the end and put it on the floor. I didn't have the energy to get up.

Pulling him to me, he rested his head on my shoulder and I put a blanket over us. Gazing into his heavy dark brown eyes, I kissed him softly once more.

"Good night," I whispered to him, receiving a satisfied grunt in response.

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Next thing I remember is the sound of seagulls and Edward licking my chin.

"Yeah, I'm up." Edward probably wanted to take our morning walk on the beach.

Suddenly remembering what happened the night before, I opened my eyes. There was no one else in the little room. I jumped out of bed and ran outside to see if he was in the garden, but he was nowhere around.

Edward went ahead of me as I ran down the stairs to the beach. Reaching the end of the pathway, he came running to me with a stick in his mouth. I took it and threw it as hard as I could into the ocean, cursing loudly.

I looked at my watch. It was 2 pm. He was gone.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!