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Chapter 3

Jasper POV

I smile all the way back home from the bar, greeting Edward happily when he comes to meet me at the door. After changing his water and getting ready for bed, I set my alarm clock. I have so many thoughts swirling around in my head right now; it will be hard falling asleep tonight.

Just a few hours ago, I was so nervous about meeting my colleagues for the first time tomorrow, but now all I can think of is Riley. At the last minute, I decided to go grab a beer with Jacob and Sam when they called me. I almost couldn't believe it when I saw Riley there, suddenly standing by our table talking to Jacob. I thought I heard the words 'summer tour' being mentioned. Could it be that he had been away all summer while I was looking for him?

He looked just as good as I remembered, maybe a bit tired though, leaning his head on a pretty redhead's shoulder. Was she his girlfriend? I knew almost nothing about him after spending only one night together. Should I acknowledge him or pretend we hadn't met before?

Not one for drama, I decided to go home for the night. Now at least we both knew that Jacob was a mutual friend. If Riley wanted to contact me, he could just ask him for my phone number. I felt his eyes on me as I walked away until I was outside the door. While I was struggling with my jacket, he was suddenly standing there, right before me, just as pale as ever, with his huge brown eyes looking up at me nervously. What does he have to be nervous about? If he has a girlfriend, why did he follow me outside? Maybe it was her he ran off to when he left without waking me up or at least leaving a note saying 'thank you' or something.

He told me he left me a note after all, but it must have been lost. When I told him I've been looking for him all summer, his face lit up and the nervousness seemed gone. He stepped closer to me with a new fire in his eyes and enthusiastically told me about this culture center he volunteers at. It seemed great, but when he was trying to recruit me, I had to stop him because I have a huge responsibility at work already. He looked like he thought I didn't want to see him again, so I quickly reassured him that I was not leaving before I had his phone number this time. As I leaned in to whisper in his ear, I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent for the first time in two months, and he smelled even better than I remembered.

I toss and turn in bed for a while as predicted. I'm not nervous about tomorrow anymore. All I can think about is Riley and how good he looked. I can't help but indulge in my fantasies of all we might do if we get together again; what I'll do to him and what I'll let him do to me.

My dick easily springs to life at the thoughts of him, just as it had all summer. Now that I know there is a chance that I'll be with him again, it's even more exciting to think of him, of his long lean body and his pale, smooth skin. I think about studying the dragon tattoos on his slender upper arms. I didn't have the time to enjoy his body art our night together. I want to trace every line with my finger and study them really closely.

Stroking my dick, I pretend I'm inside his wet and warm mouth, his hand caressing my balls. It doesn't take long before I come hard all over my hand and stomach. Maybe I'll be able to get some sleep now; I'd like to feel rested in the morning.

Tomorrow after work, I'm going to call him. I guess I'll be swamped with work and new impressions all week, making it difficult to meet up before the weekend, but I'll make time to talk to him on the phone.

– O –

We talk together every afternoon when we're both home from work, getting to know each other a bit. He has only a couple of hours to get something to eat before he's on his way to the center for his night shift, though. A couple of times he calls me at night when he gets home early enough for me to still be awake. It's so easy to talk to him and there are so many things I feel like telling him but there is not enough time for us to get into deeper things.

Thursday night when he calls me, I'm already asleep, but I'm awake instantly when I hear my phone go off. He asks me if I want to meet him Friday afternoon. I can come over to their apartment, he says, eat dinner with them and follow him to the center where I'll get a tour and keep him company while he supervises the rehearsal rooms.

When I hesitate for a second, he quickly says that if it's to early to meet his friends, I can just show up at the center. "No, that's not it," I tell him. "Who is the pretty redhead you were with at the bar last week?"

He laughs and tells me that Victoria is his good friend and band mate, James' girlfriend of many years. "Great," I smile in relief. "I'd love to met your friends."

4.30 pm on Friday I stand outside a large building down by the water. There are several buildings here, some that look like they're newly renovated, but the one before me doesn't look like anything has been done to it for a long time. I wonder what the reason for that is. I'm not very familiar with this area and I grow more and more curious the higher up the stairs I go. What is this place? There are no signs on the doors; some apartments don't even have front doors. There is a lot of graffiti on the walls, but there is no garbage on the floors. Riley hasn't told me anything about their apartment, but now I'm dying to know what kind of place this is. I'm full of questions for him; he's such a complex person even with his easy-going personality.

A cute girl with long blue hair opens the door quickly after my first knock. Her face doesn't look older than the girls I teach at school, but her eyes tell me she carries more years of baggage with her.

I extend my hand to her, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. "Hello, I'm Jasper. I'm here to see Riley."

A smile forms on her face, before she yells loud enough for the whole building to hear, "Ry! Your boyfriend is here to see you!"

Riley comes hurrying to the door drying his long hair with a towel, scolding the girl. "Oh, for God's sake, be nice to our guest!" He bumps her shoulder lightly and then looks up at me, and I can't seem to look anywhere else but into his eyes.

"Hey, Jasper. I'm Bree, Riley's best friend. It's nice to finally meet you." The girl breaks our spell, hugging me surprisingly tight. I like that he has told his best friend about me and don't feel so nervous anymore.

Riley puts his hand on my back and leads me to a small, clean kitchen where a long, thin man with dreads stands by the stove stirring a big pot of something that smells delicious. When he sees us coming in, he dries his hand on his apron and greets me. "Hi there, I'm Diego, Bree's boyfriend."

"I'm Jasper. It's smells really good in here!"

"Thanks, I'm making us a vegetarian chilli. It might be the coriander and cumin you're smelling."

Riley leads me out of the kitchen, his hand on my back again. "Come on, I'll show you around."

The rest of their apartment is messy, but seems as clean as the kitchen. They don't have much furniture, only one small well-worn couch under a window. I look out of it and am a little surprised by what I see.

"What is this place? You have a magnificent view from up here."

As we sit around the table and eat, they tell me that this is an abandoned building that the owners want to renovate completely and make into expensive apartments because of the great view. Riley animatedly tells me they think the apartments should be kept the current size and be sold at reasonable prices to low-income families. In a city this big, there are many people with children , who struggle every day and have to live in welfare shelters. This building was nice enough when it got abandoned, but the owners have just left it to rot to justify the renovations.

They have lived here for two years now, but every day they expect the police to show up at the front door kicking them out. "Of course, when they finally do, we'll go quietly," Riley says. "We don't want any trouble; we just want to do what we can to show the rich that there are still people willing to stand up for the poor."

"That's what you do at the center too, isn't it?" I volunteer a few weeks every summer at music festivals and renaissance fairs, but they do so much more, and they're still so young.

After we're finished eating and talking, we all drive over in my car to the culture center that I now find very intriguing.

Finally, I see a large brick building with a lot of windows. It's not very high, but it's wide and has a large parking lot right outside. Looking back, I see there is a short walking distance to a bus stop. Outside the door, there is a switch to press for the two large doors to open and enough space inside for a wheelchair to maneuver into the elevator to my left. I follow the others up to the frosted glass doors with black letters on it saying 'Reception'.

Inside there is a wide, but shallow room with a front desk right ahead of us. A woman looking to be in her fifties greets us warmly, and as Bree and Diego head upstairs, the woman smiles at me introducing herself as Mrs. Cope. She has a laptop on the desk, and behind her is a big shelf with what looks to be well-organized papers, brochures and office equipment. To our right there are three couches occupied by five young women, chatting and reading magazines. Beside them, is a gym mat with two babies playing beside each other.

Behind Mrs. Cope, there's an open door that I presume is where the smell of coffee is coming from and I see a table with a few chairs. "That is the kitchen and our break room, love," she tells me when I peak my head inside.

"Diego teaches vegetarian cooking classes in here," Riley tells me.

To our left are two doors with signs on them saying 'Day Care' and 'Library'. "Come on, I'll show you where James work," Riley says walking towards one of the doors. "Victoria isn't here right now. The yoga class she teaches at the fitness center would have already begun."

He opens the 'Day care' door and we're met by a sweet smell and sight. A man, who I assume is James, is slowly rocking a sleeping baby on his arm, while a girl who looks around five years old is sitting by a small round table eating an apple and drawing a big, red 'A' on a sheet of paper. When she hears us open the door, she looks up sharply hushing at us pointing to the baby. James looks from her to us smiling and nodding his head.

"Come on, I'll show you upstairs before we go down to the basement and start working," Riley says to me, opening the frosted doors.

Upstairs, we look through a small window in a door and find a room full of desks and chairs. About ten men and women sit there watching Bree as she points at something written on the blackboard.

Next is a larger room, smelling of sweat with folding seats up against one wall, folded gym mats along another and a table with a large CD-player on along the last. At the door, there is a sheet with a schedule on it. I can tell this is a room were a lot of different things happen, exercise for the elderly and for pregnancy, dancing lessons and self defense classes for girls and women among other things.

"Victoria instruct several of these classes," Riley explains to me.

There are other rooms too, but Riley takes my hand, pulling me after him down the stairs. "You'll get to check out the rest some other time, now I want to show you my second home." He's so enthusiastic; his eyes are sparkling like he's going to show me the shiny new toy he got for Christmas.

"Okay," I laugh following him down the stairs to the basement. I'm getting a bit exited to see where the magic happens, even if I have seen the inside of plenty of band rehearsal rooms before. I realize it's because of Riley and his love for this place that makes this different to me.

I can see the door is open when I'm on the last step. Walking inside, I look around the open space. To my left is a refrigerator and a table with a coffeemaker and beside it different music equipment is stacked along the wall. This place smells good, like coffee, it's warm and dry, not like a random basement, but like a place where the ventilation is important. I see a corridor ahead of me with doors on both sides and I guess they are the rehearsal rooms.

"Come in here and listen to this for a bit," Riley says. He's sitting in a comfortable chair using his legs to swing it around and holding a set of ear phones out to me. There is a glass wall before him, with one door letting me see the entire studio including a big mixer. It looks expensive. Behind the mixer is a big glass wall dividing the room in two. Through the glass, I can see a variety of microphones, instruments and cables.

I listen to the music for a little bit and he tells me about this punk band he works with at the moment.

"They wanted their recording to be live, so they stuffed that little room full of equipment and all the band members at once. It was quite funny to watch, but the effect was great for their sound. I'm going to work on this tonight for a while. I don't have anyone scheduled in the studio, I just have to be here supervising when the different bands come and go to the rooms down the hall."

We sit and talk music for a while as he works and people come and go. His eyes are on me constantly and I don't know if he gets much done with mixing the sound. He tells me about his nerdy boss Garrett at the Indy music store he works five days a week. Garrett comes and goes as he pleases and frequently plays his favorite music loudly to prevent the customers asking stupid questions. He only wants customers who know what they want to buy, and he has no interest in other people's taste in music. If he hears a customer ask if a record is any good, his face turns purple before he barks: "What the hell? Of course, it's great! Why do you think I'm selling it in MY store?"

We laugh at his arrogance, at him thinking his taste in music is the rule. Riley tells me Garrett refuses to wear band t-shirts or the 'right' clothes, as he knows he's cool and everybody else should know that too without him having to advertise it. Despite his ridicule of his boss, I can tell he has a lot of respect for him and I don't ask him anymore than he easily shares with me.

As we laugh, I see his eyes linger on my mouth, and he suddenly looks very serious. "Jasper, will you please take me back to your cottage tonight?"

A few seconds passes, it feels almost like electricity between us and there is no doubt in my mind. "Yes, I would very much like you to come home with me."

Normally he would sit a bit longer, mixing sound until he's satisfied with his nights work, but tonight he finishes his work as quickly as he can when the center closes at 10 pm and the rehearsal rooms aren't available for the bands anymore. He takes my hand after he's turned off all the lights and we say goodbye to Mrs. Cope.

– O –

"Hey, Edward! Nice to see you again!" Riley scratches Edward's back enthusiastically when he come to meet us at the door. I'm glad to see that they seem to like each other. Riley looks up at me and catches me staring at him.

He straightens up and walks to me, cupping my cheek he whispers, "Can I kiss you now?"

My voice is barely a whisper as I breathe out, "Yes, please." His soft lips are on mine instantly, his hand in my hair pulling me towards him. His tongue is in my mouth, my hands on his back. His skin feels so smooth and warm under my hands, roaming around up to his neck. He lifts his arms so that I can pull off his t-shirt. Mine follows his on the floor and our chests are pressed together. We both moan into each other's mouths when I squeeze his ass through his pants, pressing our hard cocks against each other.

"I've thought about you all summer," he says as he kisses my neck. "I want you so much."

My chest is heaving. His hot breath and lips feels so good on my skin. "How do you want me?" I ask him. This is completely up to him, I want him anyway I can.

He looks up at me, his eyes darker than ever, his cheeks and chest are flushed; I have to feel the heat under my hands.

I see him swallow hard. What is he thinking about? "Ry, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you," I plead him.

"Can I be on top?" His voice is so unsure, not confident like how he talked at the center.

"It's been a very long time since I had someone inside of me, but if that's what you want, then we'll do it," I tell him.

"No, I mean can I sit on top of you?" His eyes are shining up at me. "I like having you in me, but I'd like to try it that way, with me setting the pace. I've been thinking about it all summer. When the others went to their rooms for the night, I would lie there all alone and that's what I would think about."

"Oh, God, Riley." I moan, "Yes, I'd like that!"

"Come here then," he's breathless and suddenly we're in a hurry to get out of our pants and underwear.

I have lube and condoms ready for us this time and place them next to us before I sit down at the bed. He stands before me with his dick swollen and red pointing towards me. Lubing up my fingers, I tell him to place one foot on my bed. There is a drop at the tip that's threatening to drip down on my leg and I can't let it go to waste. Leaning in, I lick it up, moaning at his taste as I stare up at his huge eyes.

I lick and suck him as I prepare his warm hole for me. The noises he's making go straight to my dick.

When he tells me he's ready, I sigh in relief. He crawls up on the bed over me, placing a condom on my cock. I'm so hard for him and can't wait much longer to help him fulfill his fantasy.

He places his hands on the wall at either side of my head and as I hold my dick in place, he slowly sits down on me. He lifts himself up and sinks down a few times, as I loosely hold onto his hips and stare into his face.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Ry, you're so tight squeezing my dick like that," I moan.

His pace speeds up at my words and soon he's riding me hard, his heavy dick slapping against his stomach every time he sits down. I do my best to meet his thrusts, but my thighs are shaking and I don't have a good enough grip with my feet to help much. He's more than willing to do most of the work though.

He throws his head back, grunting and moaning, his hair hanging loose behind him. It's so long; it's almost down to my thighs in this position. I loosely pull it, making him grunt deep in his throat.

I'm helpless to hold back when my balls tighten, my orgasm washing over me without any control on my part, hitting me hard as he continues to ride me. I lay my hand on his shoulder to stop him and he leans down and kisses me sloppily.

I try to get up and he lifts himself off me, sitting down on the bed as I turn and push him backwards so he lands with a thump. I grip my softening dick, pull of the condom, tying a knot on it, and throwing it aside.

Ry doesn't say anything to me about hurrying up, even if I can tell he's desperate to come. His sweaty body is trembling before me, his eyes black with need.

Dragging his knees to me, his ass is right in front of me and I don't waste any time taking his needy dick into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him deep into my mouth and sucking him hard. His asshole is slippery from lube, making it easy for me to fill him with three fingers at once.

He moans and grunts when I curl my fingers up against his stomach, pushing them hard in and out. It takes only a minute before I taste his come and I swallow it all down. I lay on top of him, kissing him deeply between his pants, letting him taste himself on me.

His eyes sparkle at me, making it unnecessary to ask him how it was.

– O –

I wake up to the sound of seagulls and Edward licking my chin.

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

Suddenly remembering what happened the night before, I open my eyes. There is no one else in the little room. Jumping out of bed, my stomach sinks when I realize that he's left me again and I angrily slam my fist into the table.

Suddenly the bathroom door opens and a startled Riley comes out. "What was that sound?"

I can't help but laugh in relief and sit down on the bed shaking my head.

"Do you want to take a walk on the beach with Edward and me before we eat breakfast?" I ask him.

He holds my hand as we follow Edward down the stairs to the beach where the sun is shining and Edward is already chasing the seagulls, barking happily around us.

– O –

Visiting him at the center three months later, I find him sitting with his face in his hands with a few boxes and bags around his feet.

I carefully put my hand on his shoulder. "Ry, what's happened to you?" I ask him softly.

"The police finally came this morning at 5 am and kicked us out. We got an hour to pack our belongings and now I don't know what to do. Mrs. Cope has offered for me to crash in her spare bedroom until I find somewhere else, but I guess since we have lived in our apartment for so long, I've got used to the place. It felt like home and it's a bit sad to know what will happen to it now.

We've become close over these months; he's easy to love. I've taken him with me to meet my parents for Sunday dinner and he's been with me to help Carlisle and Esme with all the things the moving agency didn't do for them when they moved from their house to the apartment. Esme's showed me Riley's note that was found under her piano.

He's stayed many nights with me in my apartment after I finally moved into it.

It doesn't take me long to make up my mind. "Riley, do you want to move in with Edward and me?" I ask him hopefully, stroking his soft, long hair.

– O –

"We mustn't be late today of all days," he reminds me.

Today is Christmas morning and we're volunteering at the culture center all day. We have to be there when it opens at noon along with the other volunteers.

Diego is in charge of our Christmas dinner. He's been working on it for a couple of days already. During last month, his vegetarian cooking classes at the center have been about making Christmas dinner or food for special occasions. From these classes he's recruited several volunteers to help him out. James is in charge of organizing games and entertainment for the kids tonight. Victoria, Bree, Riley and I will be helping out where it's needed. When the guests come, we're going to help them find a place to sit. We'll be mingling and do our best to make this a nice day for everybody.

We don't know yet how many will show up; there has been a list where people could sign up in the reception for a few weeks now. Yesterday, there were about 150 people on it, consisting of single mothers or fathers with their kids, elderly people without families, and people with very little money that will come here for a nice free dinner. It can be difficult to get people to sign up because there are a lot who will come only if they have a good day or some if they have a bad day.

When Riley told me he was going to work here on Christmas day, I knew immediately that I wanted to help out too. Usually I go to my parents house, but this year I've asked them to come to the center. They have a car and volunteered to pick up Esme and Carlisle on their way. We have agreed to not give each other Christmas presents, but instead donate presents or money to the center. There is a long tradition here to pack boxes with food and other Christmas necessities and give them out to families that need it.

I think this is going to be a great way to spend Christmas, help others while I get to spend the evening with my family and friends, but most importantly with my boyfriend for the last four months.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this short story.