Hi everyone! A new chapter! Yeah!

First, a round of applause for my amazing new Beta, HarryTwiFan. She was superspeedy and spot on with her comments and correction. Hurrah!

Which leads me to a multiple thank you speech. Thank you KM525 for setting me up with her.

Thank you also to AquaBlueMemoirs, Twilightreaderaddict, and Mommatri who all offered to work with me. Seriously, you are aaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaazing! I am touched.

Now for the usual warnings; NSFW NSFW NSFW. This one is almost 90% sex with 10% silliness. For Mature readers only. That means over-18. Because who writes a twenty-five page sex scene? Apparently, me! (At least I didn't have to split it in two like some other chapters…)

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For the first time in their short relationship, there was no awkwardness when Edward and Jasper stood in the foyer of Edward's condo.

Jasper walked right in, and Edward couldn't resist getting a handful of his lover's ass because it was just so bouncy it was probably illegal. A bit giddy at his boldness, Edward headed to the balcony to preheat the barbecue.

The familiarity filled Edward with a warm fuzzy feeling as he lifted the lid on his favorite cooking method.

Of course, it wasn't exactly like the previous times, he reflected.

For one, the situation was different; it wasn't Jasper arriving after Edward was already home. They had come up together, sneaking some passionate kisses in the empty elevator that had them breathing hard by the time they finally reached his floor. Secondly, there was no awkward-first-time greeting. They had been together for the past twenty four hours. And finally, there wasn't much uncertainty compared to the other times.

Jasper wanted to get fucked.

And Edward was more than happy to oblige. The thought morphed the warm fuzzy tingle into a hot buzzing deep in his balls.

Edward shook his head, gathering his thoughts.

Focus; dinner first.

Jasper fucking, after.

Fuck.

And in order to get to part B, Edward needed to get part A done. The first step was to light the barbecue. Jesus, being in love meant developing attention deficit disorder!

Wincing, Edward stretched his arms; he elongated them as much he could and leaned his torso away from the barbecue. He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, scrunched up his face, and listened to the smart clicking of the igniter button.

With an agreeable woosh, little blue flames rapidly spread around the burners.

With a relieved sigh, Edward unscrewed, unscrunched, unstretched, and unleaned; then he closed the lid and headed back inside.

For some reason, part of him was always convinced a giant ball of fire would suddenly erupt from the barbecue and singe his face off. Even if he tried to talk himself out of it, Edward still harbored an instinctive fear of the unexpected explosion.

Once more, he had survived pressing the plastic button.

Phew.

Jasper beamed at Edward when he swaggered into the kitchen, not appearing particularly awed by his manly display of bravery.

Unless he thought the manly swagger was constipated-guy shuffling? Or worse- sprained anus striding?

Edward blushed inexplicably when his lover handed him an ice cold beer.

Jasper couldn't help a small smile at the sight. Edward was so cute, all pink-cheeked and fidgety. Who knew what thoughts whirled behind those clear green eyes?

Jasper fervently hoped dinner would be over quickly; he was already dying for the next part… Part of him still couldn't believe he was going to bottom. And that he was actually looking forward to it! Jasper had changed since this thing with Edward had taken over his life. Which was a good thing. Probably.

Each man lost in silent musings, they clinked their beer bottles in a toast.

Edward soon forgot about being manly; he directed Jasper on how to cut potatoes and onions into even squares. Thank God he eventually fell silent, simply watching as Jasper cradled the vegetables into little foil packages with some olive oil.

Edward had first noticed how Jasper's potato cubes weren't even really cubic. Most of them were rectangular, some small and some larger. There were even a few triangles, for God's sake! He was debating whether he liked this rebel dice or not when he got distracted by how sexy Jasper was in a domestic setting.

Edward remained silent until Jasper was finished.

Then Edward blushed again, stammering and finally making him re-open all the neatly double-folded seams. Edward had been so busy admiring Jasper's long fingers and the way his forearm muscles bunched that he had forgotten to tell him to add salt, garlic powder, and pepper.

Watching Jasper's forearms, god… Edward was a desperate case, indeed. He deserved any non-square potato squares he got.

The boys settled onto the balcony with their beers, watching the darkening skyline and listening to the sizzle of their potatoes cooking on the grill.

It felt like a very manly thing to do.

Man tame fire, argh.

When Edward deemed the vegetables ready, he made Jasper set the table while he manned the grill for the steak he'd set to marinating the morning before. Not that he'd planned for Jasper to come up after their weekend tryst or anything. He just happened to have two steaks in Asian marinade hanging out in his fridge.

Edward proved his superior barbecue skills with perfectly marked, juicy meat.

Jasper sure seemed to approve, devouring his supper with grunts and moans that made Edward discreetly clutch at his dick. Hard. A warning to behave.

A weird grunt from Jasper had Edward peering guiltily back at him. Had Jasper caught Edward touching himself inappropriately under the pine table?

Edward studied his lover, blushing -again.

Jasper didn't look accusing. He didn't appear superior or taunting or even horny, which was the expected expression if he really had watched Edward shifting stuff to a more comfortable position in his pants.

Jasper's facial expression was weird. His eyebrows pulled together and his eyes were narrowed. He experimentally chewed once or twice.

Jasper's eyes watered and he hurriedly grabbed his napkin, not so discreetly spitting something into it while Edward stared on, perplexed. Definitely not as discreet as Edward's self-fondling. Nope, Edward was obviously the discreeter of the two.

Jasper, meanwhile, was coughing and clearing his throat with a red face. He took a giant swallow of beer, wiping his eyes.

''What the fuck was that?'' Jasper's voice was scratchy, and that really shouldn't make Edward's dick throb.

''What?'' Edward was appropriately bewildered and a slight bit defensive.

With a final sniff, Jasper frowned at what was left of his perfectly good steak, poking a suspicious fork at the edge.

''I don't know,'' he grumbled. ''Something… Hard. Like… tree bark or something. And it tasted god-awful. Strong and like… licorice, maybe?''

His hazel eyes met Edward's.

''Awful,'' he concluded, with a shiver and another sip of beer.

Edward understood then.

He tried to remain calm, but laughter was boiling in his chest.

''Jasper.'' Edward's voice barely trembled with suppressed hilarity.

''Jasper...'' Edward had to bite his lip and start again, feeling the corners of his mouth twisting up. ''Did you just eat a star anise? It's a spice, like cinnamon bark. I put it in the marinade, but you're not supposed to eat it!''

Jasper merely sat, staring at Edward with a blank face.

''I just ate a star anus?'' he dead-panned.

A beat passed.

''Yuck!'' Jasper made a show of sticking his tongue out and wiping it with his napkin. Which was absolutely not sexy. Not sexy at all. Christ, were all tongues that long and pink?

Jasper eyed Edward, eyes crinkling with merriment.

''You put star anus in your steak, and you say you're not really gay?'' Jasper's shoulders started to shake as Edward tried to splutter up an answer.

''No! NO!'' Edward was understandably upset. ''It's star anise. A-neese. It's a spice. For the marinade.''

Jasper just giggled, hiding behind his napkin.

''I …ate… You… starry anus…''

Edward barely made the words out between Jasper's gasping chuckles, before the man collapsed onto the tabletop, blond curls tumbling over his forearms and laughing face hidden.

Edward tried not to laugh, tried not to encourage Jasper's silliness, but it was difficult. Huh, starry anus.

''Star ANISE. It's not comestible.'' The cook in Edward helplessly attempted to clarify the situation once more.

Which, of course, just made Jasper's hysterical laughter climb out of control.

''Fucking hell, Jasper!'' Edward was starting to laugh in spite of himself. Jasper had nearly choked on a star anus…

Star anus…

Edward couldn't pretend to be serious anymore, and joined Jasper in shared laughter at their craziness.

''Jesus, why does everything have to be about ass these days?'' Edward grouched when they were starting to calm, which only set Jasper to hooting again.

''Star anise. God! It's not even that alike. Stop it, Jasper!''

Being authoritative really didn't help. Maybe because Edward couldn't keep all of his affection for Jasper from creeping into his voice.

Jasper's head rose an inch or two above his arms. He peeked at Edward through his hair (which really shouldn't be so sexy given their absurd conversation) and said ''It does too work, grammatically.''

Edward did his best raised eyebrow, daring him to explain.

Jasper took some deep breaths, straightening in his chair, before arguing. ''Yes. It's correct English. It's just more than one anus. Plural anus.''

Edward responded frigidly. ''Is not. More than one anus is anuses!''

''No.'' Jasper's face was schooled into grave soberness, but his shoulders shook suspiciously, which dampened the credibility of their serious grammar debate. ''One goose. Many geese… One anus. Many aneese. Star aneese. And I ate only one, thank god. So it was a star anus.''

He managed one last determined nod before his head fell backwards, and the mad laughter continued and the smooth underside of his jaw made Edward's dick twitch again.

''No.'' Edward almost sounded serious; he refused to be swayed from proper grammar use.

''Yes.'' Jasper wiped his streaming eyes again. ''Yes. One star anus. Many star aneese.''

''And you shouldn't eat them,'' he added severely, making a face and wagging a finger at Edward.

Edward shook his head mutinously, holding his ground. ''One anus. More than one anus is anuses.''

''No.'' Jasper looked into Edward's eyes for a second, before almost falling off his chair with laughter. ''More than one anus is an orgy. But beware of starry ones…''

And then they were both laughing so hard again they couldn't keep up the pretend-serious conversation.

By the time they were finally down to aching ribs with the occasional chuckle, Edward's dick started to get interested again.

Phew.

Jasper's lips looked so soft, even if they were a bit chapped. Just begging for a kiss.

At the thought of kissing Jasper, Edward's feelings surged once more, scary strong. God, Jasper was really working his way into Edward's heart. That last crazy bit of silliness was yet more proof of how compatible they were; he could even have share in Edward's neurotic rants. Although the thought wasn't exactly reassuring.

Their love making the day before, the outdoor fun, even the food-bank apples, made Edward's chest tight with potential. He wanted Jasper. Wanted to be with him. Not just for the sex; not anymore.

Fuck, the sex.

Tonight it was Jasper's turn.

Edward's half-hard dick pulsed again. Not that he hadn't liked bottoming, but the thought of taking Jasper… Edward huffed a harsh breath, chewing on his bottom lip.

It was a bit scary, exactly how much Jasper noticed. For when Edward looked up after a silent lecture to behave directed at his excited prick, he was suddenly lost in Jasper. That intent stare made Edward gulp and completely erased any (still debatable) effect of his inner sermon.

Jasper smiled, but his tongue quickly ran over his top lip, and Edward's cock sure liked the move. Images of Jasper beneath him, of Edward's dick pushing into him, of the sounds he would make, choked Edward. Fuck.

Indeed, fuck.

Edward could hardly wait.

Edward tried to smile back at Jasper, but his breath was short and there was a tight ball in his belly that left no room for the remains of his dinner.

Jasper poked around in his plate, cheeks flushed red. God, Edward wanted to lick those ridiculously cut cheekbones. He was so hopeless….

''It was a really good steak,'' Jasper said gruffly.

Edward croaked a bit, trying to get his voice to work, and answered with a breathy ''Yes.''

''Except for the star anus.'' Jasper's last comment brought a fond smile.

Edward sighed, spearing a perfectly golden and juicy bite and staring at it murderously. Damn it, now he couldn't eat another bite.

''It's just too fucking bad I can barely swallow because I just remembered I'm going to fuck you later.'' Edward calmly stated his problem.

''You can't swallow?'' Jasper's eyes sparkled. ''Maybe I should dilate your throat. With my dick.''

Of course, Edward had just been attempting a bite of potato, one of the rogue non-cubic cubes. It stuck and Edward coughed and his eyes watered as the thought of deep-throating Jasper's penis made Edward's motor coordination skills disappear completely.

Jasper didn't even laugh at Edward's choking. The air grew charged with tension, an electric static of desire.

They were going to fuck.

It was real.

Edward's heart pounded, and Jasper's eyes were absolutely burning with lust as he shifted in his seat.

With a hard exhale, Jasper pushed his chair back and rose. The bulge in the front of jeans, straight at Edward's face level, looked fucking painful. No wonder he wiggled. Damn porn star cocks.

God.

''I… I need a smoke.'' Jasper's voice was rough enough that the hair on Edward's forearms lifted. He had to force himself remain in his seat, long after the patio door slid shut, staring at the tabletop and trying to forget the burning image of Jasper's hard-on straining his pants-front.

Giving up on the rest of his dinner, Edward rose and shuffled around, carrying their plates back to the kitchen.

His awkward walk was now caused by a swollen and fucking sensitive dick, most of the way to fully hard, caught inside his pants. He wasn't in any better state than Jasper.

The occasional rubbing and the tightness around his cock balanced somewhere between painful and pleasurable.

It made Edward grit his teeth and groan a bit as he travelled back to the table to get the rest of the dishes.

Fucking hell, he was going to pop before he even got his dick inside Jasper if he continued at this rate!

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By the time the table was cleared, Jasper was leaning, hip cocked, against the counter. He stepped forward, pushing against Edward until he was backed against the sink.

Wanting to prevent Jasper from realizing exactly how aroused he was - which was an absolutely ridiculous instinct because they were going to be naked together soon and anyway, Jasper knew- Edward leaned forward before their hips could touch and kissed him softly.

The kiss was gentle, tender. It was not exactly innocent, but it wasn't full-out french-kissing, either. In spite of the relatively chaste mouth brushes, held back passion simmered in harsh breaths in the occasional tremble of a bottom lip and in wet swipes of tongue.

The simple kiss was nice though, and Edward worked to keep it that way. It was obvious from the burning in his belly if they deepened it, they were going to have sex right there on the kitchen floor.

Jasper obviously seemed to feel the same; the soft lip brushes and unhurried tongue tangling continued until Edward moaned and Jasper's breath hitched, and Edward just knew they were sliding out of control and he couldn't remember why that had been a bad thing and his strong fingers played along Jasper's jaw and fuck his dick pounded now.

Edward's fingers clutched hard at Jasper's jaw, cupping him under the chin almost too strongly. He took over the kiss, swallowing Jasper's sounds. His thumb dug along Jasper's chin, pulling the corner of his lip down, and his fingers pressed hard into the opposite cheek.

Mine.

Edward pulled Jasper's head closer for one last bruising kiss before pushing him away roughly. Jasper wiped at his swollen mouth with a forearm, stumbling around the counter to lean against the breakfast bar.

A safe distance away from his lover, Edward fiddled around with the dishes, heartbeat racing a mile a minute and dizzy with need.

Fuck.

His dick jerked most enthusiastically. Indeed. Fuck.

Soon, he soothed it. Soon.

When he felt in control enough to look at Jasper again, his heart melted at the sight of his boyfriend.

Jasper's eyes were bright, and his pink lips were a bit parted. His hair was mussed, and he definitely looked highly kissable.

Highly fuckable.

Fuck.

''So, um, what's the plan for the rest of the night?'' Edward was quite pleased his voice didn't shake. Much.

Casual nonchalance.

He was the King of Cool.

''Well.'' Jasper gulped. He looked almost shy, running a finger along the edge of the countertop and directing a luminous grin at Edward.

''You could clean those dishes while I clean… me. Then we can take this to the bedroom.'' His soft tone was absolutely not excited.

No, Jasper was the King of Casual.

No big deal.

He was just going to clean up.

Then get fucked.

For the first time in, oh, six or eight years.

Fuck.

And Jasper wanted it. Fuck, did he want it. So badly, his hands shook and he couldn't breathe properly.

Which said a lot about his relationship with Edward.

When the bathroom door finally closed, Jasper spent a minute or two just leaning against it, trying to catch his breath.

Fuck.

He'd agreed to switch roles with Edward mostly out of a moral sense of obligation. It wasn't fair to let Edward do all the compromising. So he had made up his mind to allow him to reciprocate. It had been a well thought out decision, a rational one.

He absolutely hadn't expected the overwhelming NEED that swamped him. Even his previous bottoming experiences with Garrett had been relaxed, blissed out. Not so much with Edward, though.

Tonight, Jasper burned.

He fucking burned with the need to feel Edward pounding into him. To hear his rough breaths and smell the sex in the air. To give over his control, completely. To feel that long dick spearing deep inside him.

To simply be taken.

Jasper had never, in his entire life, allowed himself to do that. But now, instinct and irrationality just knew Edward was the right guy to submit to. Edward wouldn't hurt him. He… cared.

And even if it scared him, Jasper wasn't even certain he could hold back if he wanted to. When Edward had taken over the kiss, Jasper had stopped thinking.

Plain and simple.

As Jasper took care of the less pleasant aspects of anal sex, his mind continued to whirl and lurch. Fuck, he was in so much trouble…

Even a warm, soothing shower afterwards, and the familiar scent of Edward's body wash, hardly calmed him. Tension simmered in his veins, the itch to be taken crawling up his spine.

Jasper felt floaty. (And yes, floaty was a word, he was sure of it. He vaguely remembered Edward mentioning it a while back.) So, it was a floaty Jasper who emerged from the steamy bathroom; it was almost in a dreamlike state that he walked toward the swash of golden light spreading from Edward's open bedroom door.

He stopped breathing for a second or two at the sight that greeted him.

Edward was lying on his bed, slowly masturbating by the light of a bedside lamp.

His long body looked flushed against the pure white duvet.

He was propped against the pillows, a lazy smile settling on his lips as he spotted Jasper clad in a towel, peeking into his doorway. His hand stilled on his hard cock, before resuming a slow stroking motion again.

Jasper leaned against the doorjamb, knees a bit weak at how beautiful Edward was, slowly pleasuring himself.

Despite the unhurried sensual movements, Jasper noticed the wet, flushed head of his dick, and how Edward's thighs clenched when he flicked a finger along the slit. A faint sheen of perspiration glimmered on his chest, and Jasper just knew, knew in his gut with a dizzying head-rush, that waiting patiently had been as hard on Edward as on Jasper.

There were no words as Jasper walked to the bed, feeling it dip under his weight as he crawled over Edward. His lover smirked up at him, eyes soft and dilated, and hand coming to curl around the back of Jasper's naked thigh.

Edward stared up until, just before Jasper kissed him, his eyes fluttered shut and a soft sigh escaped.

It was the same kiss as in the kitchen, soft and loving, but this time rapidly dissolving into a hungry-desperate liplock. Edward moaned a bit, hips rolling, and Jasper groaned quite loudly when his own hard cock trailed along Edward's smooth stomach.

Opening his eyes, Jasper sank down to sit on Edward's pelvis, slipping a hand around both their shafts and stroking them together.

Fuuuuccckkk, but it was good.

Jasper could feel the pounding of blood in Edward's dick, how hot it burned against his. He stroked more firmly, just enough pre-cum and sweat allowing for the most perfect, slippery friction.

Edward watched Jasper as he towered over him, two flushed cocks in hand. His abs were tight, rippling as his hips pressed into the motion. Edward was glad he had put his contacts in, so he could see the dazed expression on his lover's face as he stroked them together.

''Fuck, look at that. Look at us. '' Edward couldn't help the breathy whisper of wonder at the sight of two hard cocks aligned, Jasper's strong fingers curled around them, and the tendons in his thighs stretching as he bucked into the movement.

Jasper leaned down for a heavy kiss, changing the angle and pulling more moans from both of them. Now it was Edward who worked his hips, bucking into the warm grip and the hardness of Jasper's penis rubbing along the back of his. The kiss was an afterthought, more shared breaths and moans from parted lips than proper kissing.

Finally, Jasper rose again with a shaky breath.

''Now, please, fuck me. ''

Jasper rolled sideways to land on the bed, and Edward reached for the lube he had placed on the pillow beside him.

Slicking his fingers, Edward moved to kneel over Jasper, reaching a trembling hand toward his lover's ass.

And stopped.

Panting hard, Edward leaned over his lover, wide-eyed.

His shiny fingers were still halfway towards Jasper's crotch.

Jasper opened his own eyes, making himself focus with a needy sound at the sudden stop of all action.

''Edward.'' Jasper moved his hips, hard length pushing at empty air.

Edward's face was conflicted, features suddenly hardened, and he bit his lip.

Crap, not good.

He slowly kneeled between Jasper's spread legs.

''Fuck.'' Edward's voice shook, and panicked emotion bubbled behind his ribs.

Crap was indeed the problem here.

''I… Jasper, I can't. I want to. I do, I really do, so bad, but I just…''

Edward's teeth were pressing so hard into his lower lip it must have been hurting him.

''I… I'm sorry…'' he finished softly.

Jasper slowly focused enough to understand Edward's issue.

And he wasn't really that surprised, actually. Once his thought processes set into motion, it was quite logical that Edward would be unable to work his fingers into Jasper's ass.

Fuck, a week ago he had been completely freaked out by his own ass! So, of course…

Edward looked really awful about it, Jasper realized. His face was twisted and he looked angry and sad and disgusted with himself all at once.

Jasper reached a shaky hand to Edward's still lubed fingers. He pushed on his lover's forearm until their hands bumped Edward's mostly softened cock.

Edward didn't even notice; he just stared at the corner of the room, unseeing and spaced out.

Jasper curled Edward's fingers one by one around his dick, clearing his throat until Edward focused on him.

''Jazz…'' Edward's breathy sound was mourning, a plea.

''Don't.'' Jasper's voice was whisper-hard, aggressive in intensity if not in pitch. ''Don't freak on me, Edward. You're doing great.''

''But…'' Edward's eyebrows were still twisted, his eyes absent.

''No.'' Jasper shook his head, firmly. ''You ARE,'' he stressed. Jasper's long fingers pushed against Edward's chest, dragging towards his hip.

''I'm really proud of you. So what if you can't put your fingers in my ass yet!''

Edward made a diminutive little moan at that, looking down at the sheets.

Jasper rolled his torso, arching his back and bending his knees until the movement forced Edward to look up.

''Do you really think you're going to get out of fucking me because of an excuse like that?'' Jasper's tone mocked, but his eyes burned again.

Edward stared, mouth too dry to be able to respond.

''Watch…'' Jasper's whisper was an invitation, seductive and irresistible.

And Edward did.

He watched as Jasper slowly poured shiny lube onto his own fingers.

Watched Jasper's face as his lips twitched when those slicked digits stroked a needy cock, hardly softened for the interruption.

Watched Jasper's ribcage expanding as he jerked off more firmly, until his abs clenched and Edward's own dick throbbed hard and he HAD to stroke himself, too.

Watched as Jasper frowned, heaving a great breath as he pulled his hands away. Watched his now impatient movements as the cap clicked on the lube and he wet his fingers again.

Watched the hungry gaze that stoked the fire in Edward's gut, until he couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

Watched Jasper's nostrils flare when the first two fingers breached him.

Two.

Edward would never have risked two on the first stroke.

But Jasper was less considerate of himself, rough in his neediness, and Edward stared at how his fingers pushed his ass wide. He imagined how it could feel to be swallowed into Jasper's warmth like that.

God.

Edward leaned back, still kneeling, but now needing the extra support of an arm pushing against the mattress to hold himself upright.

Jasper's head tossed and his biceps contracted as he tried to reach deeper.

Edward pushed his hips forward into his slick fist, trying to soothe the urge to fuck.

It wasn't working, not really. The friction of his palm relieved the ache a bit, but it wasn't enough.

Not enough at all.

It wasn't Jasper.

Jasper added another finger, and was grunting in time to his pumping. Fuck. His other hand moved from a few quick strokes on his swollen cock to tugging behind his knee to give him easier access. His face was flushed and he twisted helplessly, needing, needing…

Sooner than he should have probably, Jasper decided he had enough of prepping and it was fucking time.

Fucking finally.

Edward had totally gotten over his lapse in confidence, if the determined line of his lips was any indication.

Jasper pulled his fingers from himself, then paused for a few strokes at his hard dick.

''How…''

The question died on his lips as Edward flopped down onto the bed and stared up at him, pressing his cock up by the base.

An invitation.

Edward sure wasn't hesitating anymore.

Which was good, because Jasper could feel any reasoning skills disappearing as anticipation grew overwhelming.

A quick slide of latex, one sloppy kiss, and Jasper was climbing over Edward, settling his boyfriend's hard shaft at his backside.

Edward tried to remember to breathe as his erection pressed against Jasper's asshole.

At first, it seemed Edward wouldn't be able to gain entrance.

In fact, it felt like his dick was bending in half backwards. Fucking ow!

Jasper winced, and so did Edward.

Edward started to protest; he knew- they both knew- they'd been impatient. Jasper had been so considerate of Edward the other time, and now…They were just both so ready for it, the need to be joined overriding precaution. They should have prepped more. Edward should have insisted; used the dildo maybe and- ugh!

Fuck!

In one surprising motion, Edward was in, all the way past the head.

He grunted, thighs curling inward.

Jasper exhaled shakily, head bowed so Edward couldn't properly see his expression, which would have been somewhat concerning if Edward could just focus on something other than the fact that his cock was now IN JASPER'S ASS.

Needing to ground himself, to feel Jasper and know they were okay, Edward blindly reached a sweaty hand to trace circles with his thumb on Jasper's tense thigh. Jasper wasn't moving, and Edward almost started to get worried before he revived. His head rose and their eyes locked.

Then Jasper managed a smirking grin that was borderline mocking; all pride and ''I told you so'', with a hint of mischievous ''I'm so going to blow your mind'' that made heat spread in Edward's chest.

Cocky fucker.

The nonchalant effect was almost convincing, except for a little rasp in Jasper's breath. Edward also noticed the tension around Jasper's mouth; little details that revealed how intense the moment truly was.

A groan from Jasper, and Edward's cock sank deeper. Christ!

Edward could feel Jasper pushing against him, feel his insides stretching and settling warm, hugging around his cock. It wasn't passive at all; it was all tightness and shifting and good as Jasper slowly worked himself down.

A little bit.

Then a bit more.

Wonder at how amazing Jasper was to be doing this completely erased any need Edward might have felt to push up into the softness.

Jasper's teeth bit into his lip and his eyes narrowed in discomfort.

Edward didn't like that, didn't want Jasper to hurt, but trusted him to stop if he needed to. Jasper floated again, concentration bordering on obsession centered on getting Edward fully seated into himself.

Edward was incoherently whispering soft words as the magic moment played out.

''God, Jasper, so amazing… You're so beautiful…'' And Jasper should have laughed at that, it was a girly thing to say except... It sounded so heartfelt, and anyway, Jasper was so full of cock he couldn't breathe, much less speak.

''Just relax, you are doing so good… Oh my god, Jasper, I'm fucking you.'' The last sentence was absolutely awed, and indeed, Jasper's ass now rested on Edward's pelvis.

Finally, after a long, timeless bit of adjusting, Jasper smiled tensely at Edward. It was a shadow of his earlier grin, passion clouding his features despite the impish twinkle in his gaze.

Then Jasper shifted his weight, rocking slowly forward then back.

Edward might have blacked out a bit; at least it felt like it. All the pillowing warmth around his dick suddenly transformed into friction. Static roared in Edward's ears, which was surprising, because it felt as though, instantly, all the blood in his body was pounding in his dick.

Jasper moaned as he rocked more, glorious as his lean body rippled. His movements were a bit jerky, and Edward still heard the occasional gasp that sounded a bit too much like pain, but mostly Jasper seemed to be enjoying it.

Jasper laughed; a tense chuckle as he moved over Edward.

''Now, you're fucking me,'' he gasped, taunting Edward's earlier words.

Edward couldn't believe Jasper could still speak clearly, and he thought he should feel a bit insulted, except it was just so warm and slippery and, god, it was good so good and Edward never even knew and he couldn't… couldn'treally think.

Edward wanted to watch Jasper grinding on him, he really did, it was why he'd put his contact lenses in. Except, now he found he could hardly keep his eyes open, too submerged in sensation. He gripped Jasper's thighs, feeling the powerful muscles bunch and enjoying the foreign sensation of crinkly hair under his palm.

He cupped his hands on Jasper's hips, feeling the tentative movements grow firmer, stronger. Jasper was really getting into it, obviously no longer hurting, as he pushed more desperately against Edward.

Jasper's eyes were glazed and intense, so intense, and who knew he could move like that? Fuck!

Edward's hands slowly inched their way back, until he was cupping Jasper's behind in his palms and it wasn't weird, wasn't weird at all, because he'd done it before with so many girls...

Edward's wandering fingers crept towards that boiling center where his dick disappeared, until they barely scraped his own shaft. Without really thinking, he dug his fingers into the globes of Jasper's ass right there, so close, and spread the cheeks a bit more.

Jasper grunted, weight unsettled, and reaching a fluttery hand to press against Edward's chest to keep his balance.

And that sound, it woke something in Edward. Something ferocious and possessive and needy.

Edward couldn't remain still and passive any longer. At that little choked-off sound of surprised pleasure, Edward's hips jerked. Hard.

It was good, so good, even better! His dick buried deeper, and Jasper made that sound again only louder, a harsh catch in his throat that Edward had caused.

The furious smoldering in Edward ignited.

Mine.

Jasper was his.

His pleasure was Edward's.

His sounds were Edward's.

The beast in Edward wanted more, wanted Jasper to sob in unrestrained pleasure.

The dynamic changed, a different color painting their passion.

Seconds ago, the sex had been a canvas of blurry, pink softness; wonderment and tender first times. It now burned carnal, red dripping splashes; hot and dirty and right.

Edward rolled his hips earnestly, helping Jasper balance by holding his hands under perfect, perfect ass cheeks.

Edward rocked his partner up and down in time to his pumping movements, and Jasper… Well, Jasper just went limp over him. His eyes fell shut and wet gasps that were absolutely filthy spilled from his slack lips in time to Edward's motions.

Jasper's long fingers reached instinctively for the semi flopping around between them, and suddenly it wasn't so semi at all.

Edward move up and down faster, grunting with effort.

The frantic coupling continued until perspiration made both of their hard bodies shine in the dim light. Porn stars indeed.

Jasper's rock-hard erection slapped against his abs and still it wasn't enough, really wasn't enough. Edward wanted -needed- more range, more depth, and he couldn't, not like this with Jasper's weight over him.

Which reminded him…

With a particularly deep thrust that made Jasper cry out feebly, Edward made himself still his hips.

Jasper complained with a garbled sound, and lifted his heavy head. He focused his blurred vision on Edward's face, trying to figure out why on earth would he stop, and it better be important for him to stop NOW or Jasper just might kill him.

Edward licked his lips and his voice was barely recognizable, deep and rough as he announced.

'' NOW I'm fucking you.''

And Jasper couldn't argue, couldn't argue at all, all shiny with sweat and shaking a bit because being still with Edward's rod so deep inside was killing him slowly.

Edward pushed and Jasper rolled, and it might not have been really graceful but who cared? Because now Jasper was on his hands on knees and staring at Edward over his shoulder.

Edward's insides melted, watching his lover like that.

Jasper's eyes were sooo black; dark, wide and slightly unfocused. So sexy. Jasper's lips were all swollen shiny from where he'd been biting them; his hands gripped the duvet fretfully and his ass wiggled, fucking wiggled at the sudden emptiness.

Jasper looked absolutely, perfectly, gloriously wrecked.

For Edward.

Because of him.

God.

Edward ground his teeth, took a second to add more lube, and lined up again. He watched his purple dick, all glittery and just porno-perfect, sliding home into Jasper's ass.

And surprisingly, Headward mode kicked in a bit.

This was fucking, and Headward was an expert at fucking. A fucking expert. It was his job, after all!

Headward knew just how to stroke, pumping into Jasper with a deep spearing motion that made his back arch. Yeah, just like that.

It was good, so good, but Edward couldn't think too much about that. Edward really couldn't dwell on the fact he was fucking his boyfriend for the first time, because he could feel his orgasm shimmering right there and if he thought too much about how his balls pulsed, he would come apart completely…

And Edward didn't want that; he wanted, needed, to fuck Jasper, forever and ever.

So Edward didn't think.

He fucked.

Edward felt a slight bit detached, almost surreal as he varied his strokes, watching their effect on Jasper.

All the way out with a pop and back in, holding his dick by the base. Feeling the tightness, the instinctive resistance before Edward breached the tight ring of muscle; it made Jasper mewl so pretty, but it was intense, too intense, and the sensation on his dick head made Edward shudder and he couldn't do it for long because that tide of pleasure called.

So Edward switched to a deep fucking motion. In and out, and that, now that, was just perfect; Jasper twisted and wanton sounds spilled from him with every thrust.

Edward fucked faster, firm and rough; fucked until the sound of slick skin slapping filled the room. Jasper's arm reached for his dick again, and Edward could see his elbow moving, jerking fast.

For what felt like forever, Edward savored the intensity of fucking Jasper, of really fucking him. He was drunk on the feeling, high on the steady pumping that felt so amazing for both.

Edward kind of wanted to tell Jasper, wanted to share how amazing the moment was, except his jaw was clenched too tight. And Edward really couldn't unlock it, had to keep the moaning down because really it was just wrong if the top was whining more than the bottom.

So the simple phrase repeated in his mind, the same thought over and over fueling his rhythm as he moved steadily.

Fuck- ing Jas-per.

Fuck-ing Jas-per.

Fuck-ing per-fect.

FuckingJasper.

Fucking-ohmy-perfect.

FuckingJasperfuckingperfectJasperaarrgh!

Edward's control was slipping again. He moved harder and jerkier, really slamming into Jasper, who only moaned louder in response.

Jasper slumped forward and took it, took Edward so well.

Edward shifted forward to follow him, and somehow that changed the angle and now the strokes were short but deep- so fucking deep!

And still, Edward tried to bury himself even deeper because Jasper was begging now, begging in a broken voice for Edward to fuck him.

Jasper's hand let go of his dick, and he braced both arms against the bed and pushed back; pushed against Edward, trying to get him impossibly closer.

Edward gripped Jasper's slim hips hard. So hard he might bruise them, and fuck, Alice would surely kill them if Jasper showed up with fingerprint bruises for the shoot tomorrow, except Edward needed the leverage right now so fuck work!

Meanwhile… Jasper, well Jasper just couldn't couldn't stand it anymore because EDWARD WAS FUCKING HIM, fucking finally!

The thought and all its implications brought too much emotion; too much pleasure and too much intensity.

Realization filled Jasper that this, whatever the link was that twisted between them, twisted around and over them, inside and out, was real. Real and tangible; as undeniable as Edward's dick in his ass. Awareness made Jasper's head spin.

The hope and the sex and the yes, the love; it was all too much… So when Jasper wrapped his hand back around his dick, his world rushed inwards and then exploded outwards, and he roared, fucking roared as he ejaculated all over the bed.

Of course, Edward immediately groaned like he was dying from the intensified squeezing. Then he had to bite Jasper's plump shoulder, sinking his teeth in good while he came endlessly, deep inside the condom.

''Oh my god.'' It was a breathless whisper, and it wasn't even clear which of the lovers uttered it.

And there really wasn't anything else to say.

Edward eventually pulled out, and Jasper just sank face-first onto the rumpled bed. Edward flopped too, as soon as the condom was off. He flopped, breathing hard, until he started to get shivery from drying sweat and then he worked the covers out from under a grumbling Jasper who was absolutely no help at all.

Edward couldn't help running a hand over the nearest round globe of Jasper's ass, amazed. It was strong and firm, yet inside it was so warm and soft. Amazing. Jasper's most amazing ass.

Amazing. And cold.

Fuck! Jasper had a cold ass! That was absolutely unacceptable.

Edward was going to coddle Jasper's amazing ass, he silently promised. Definitely not let it get cold. He tugged the duvet over them, patting it around Jasper to ensure his ass was draft-free.

As he settled again, Edward wondered if he should try to write a song in honor of Jasper's ass. He didn't have much of a voice, but he was pretty good with grammar. Or maybe a painting? Perhaps a sculpture? Where did one go to learn how to sculpt marble these days?

Maybe a gift would be more appropriate, Edward thought drowsily. Silk boxers, maybe? Or lotion? Manly lotion? Manly ass-lotion? Edward harrumphed at his idiot thoughts, making Jasper stir beside him.

So Edward didn't harrumph again. Even if harrumphing was a very cool word and Edward wanted to harrumph just to say he'd harrumphed.

Finally sinking into the fuzziness of sleep, Edward had one last thing he needed to do. Snuggling closer to Jasper, Edward reached a furtive hand down.

Yup.

Toasty warm.

Jasper's most amazing ass was no longer in danger of freeze-damage.

Good.

Edward was still smiling when he finally fell asleep.

And his hand still firmly cupped Jasper's most amazing ass.

His most amazing warm ass.

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These boys needed a real fucking scene. You know, plain and uninterrupted fucking after all the teasing and endless postponing and mishaps. So there you have it!

Please forgive any mistakes or errors. I reviewed the Betaed version at five in the morning before leaving town for a couple of days because I didn't want to make you wait. So I quite possibly let some stuff slip from caffeine deprivation.

Also, I would like to thank my husband for choking on a star anise and nearly making me die with laughter because the silliness in this chapter is practically a replay of our conversation. If he only knew...

Love you all, and thanks again to HarryTwiFan for the Beta.

xxx

FrenchCaresse