Just the beginning: The meeting

Edwards' POV:

Damn it! He thought to himself. I cannot believe this is happening to me. Of course it just HAD to be today. The day that I have an astronomically huge and important recital to prepare for: the recital I have been waiting my entire life for. The day where I get to premier my own music. When I finally, after years and years of hard work, get to be among the greatest gathering of composers the world has ever seen. Where I might, just might, get my name get added to that list.

Leaning his head on the steering wheel, he finally resigned himself to calling the mechanic to see if he could get everything fixed up in time to prepare for the concert. Of course he knew the pieces, he had written them for God's sake! For the recital, he had to conduct at least two performances, play the violin for three, and play the piano for four. This totaled the list of pieces that he had had to write to nine! This was what was worrying him, not the violin or the piano; he had picked them both up at the age of 18 and appeared to be a prodigy at both. What had him quaking in his shoes was the orchestral performances in which he would have to be the conductor.

Heaving a long-suffering sigh, he finally got out his –piece-of-crap cell phone and dialed the mechanics number.

Jasper's POV:

Well How-dy-fuckin-do, Jasper thought to himself in his southern accent, his motorcycle had broken down! And right before his gallery opened with its first collection of his art; both painting and sculpture. He had very much been looking forward to this day, the day he could put all of his parent's skepticism and doubt and nay saying behind him. He had dropped everything for this. He had left his job, his family, though they never believed in him and always put him down, and his boyfriend. Though he was very much happy with that last one, his former boyfriend had not been the friendly type, he would hit him until he was unconscious and then would proceed to hit him more. Royce would always talk him down, much like his parents would, until he had no confidence left.

He had only stayed with him so long because his parents threatened to disown him if he broke up with him, of which he was ashamed to admit, even to himself. Well no more, Jasper thought self-deprecatingly, Royce had paid the ultimate price, his life, when he had gone to far as to hit one of Jasper's best friends, Bella. Jasper had lost it and had killed him. It wasn't that he hadn't deserved it; he just wished there could have been some other way to end this endless tirade of violence and abuse.

His parents had kept their promise and disowned him, gave his half of the family fortune to his bitch of a sister, Rose, and had kicked him out. He had ceased to care at that point, because he had received a full ride scholarship to the top-notch art school in the world. He accepted the scholarship and hadn't looked back. Now look where he was, opening his very own art gallery and living in an amazing city that was filled with amazing people.

Suddenly, a song on the radio caught his attention and stopped his endless litany of thoughts. It was one of his favorites, a violin concerto by a completely gorgeous man named Edward Masen. Just the thought of that man had his pants tightening to an almost painful level.

Resigning himself, he decided to call the nearby mechanic to see if he could get his beloved motorcycle fixed before tonight's gallery opening.

Jacob's POV:

He had just been in the middle of a really great fuck when he had gotten, not one, but TWO calls for fix up jobs on two completely different vehicles. An Edward Masen and Jasper Whitlock were both coming at noon sharp. He pulled himself out of a spent Sam, his latest conquest, and looked at the clock. Shit! He thought to himself, it was 11: 30. That meant he had exactly 30 minutes to get ready.

Exactly a half hour later he was showered and dressed and waiting for his new customers to come in. Almost an entire minute later, two insanely hot and beautiful men came in. Fuck, Jacob thought to himself, what I wouldn't give to be balls deep in one or both of those beautiful men.

At the same time that Jake was looking at both the blond and the ginger, said specimens were looking and Jake and then at each other with almost a palpable lust, their pants straining with their individual desire.