Fic: Said and Done (20/25)

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Said and done

Synopsis: Graduate students Edward and Jasper feel the connection, but is it enough to overcome their differences? (E/J slash, vamp/human, comedy/romance, rated NC-17)

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Chapter 20: You hear my beat, I hear your Bach


A/N: As I was writing this chapter it occurred to me that it was taking place exactly 2 months to the day after Jasper and Edward submit their term paper in chapter one. I'm not sure about you, but it makes me slightly happy to see how far Edward has come during that time...especially considering that he spent the previous 90 years being completely asexual. I'm thinking he should write a book... like "From Sexless to Sucking: Blow—but don't drink—your human in 60 days or less" or something like that. (PS On second thought, the book would be a certain best-seller and then the Volturi would catch wind of it, and that could get everyone in trouble, so I guess he better not write it after all. Which is too bad, because an excerpt might have made for a funny A/N.)

Thanks to TwilightMundi for betaing this and every chapter.

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Chapter 20: You hear my beat, I hear your Bach

As slowly as I was able but still faster than appropriate, I stood up, grabbed Jasper's hand and pulled him from the restaurant. I needed to kiss him in ways unacceptable for public viewing. As soon as we'd exited Il Bistro, I picked Jasper up in my arms and raced toward my Volvo.

Jasper, to my surprise, didn't seem to mind. Instead of getting angry that I'd picked him up, he was laughing. I suppose the wine he'd consumed at dinner had a good deal to do with this.

When we got to the car, I put him down, but instead of getting into his seat, he leaned against the car and yanked on my tie, pulling me to him. I growled and met his lips, desperate for him. As our mouths pressed together, my hands found the car behind him and I leaned in. Jasper groaned as I pressed him against the passenger side door, kissing him deeply.

I paused to swallow and allow Jasper to breath. I noticed that there were still a good number of people around the busy Seattle streets. I was thankful for the darkness, but it was definitely time to find a more private location.

I peeled Jasper off the side of the car and opened the door for him. I kissed him quickly than shoved him inside. "Home," I said firmly.

"Home," he breathed, a frantic look in his eyes. I was sure mine were dark and wild as well.

XXXXX

Even Jasper was in such a rush to get home that he didn't reprimanding me for weaving through traffic to reach campus more quickly.

Almost nine minutes later we finally, finally reached his building and practically ran up the stairs to his apartment. I was eager to get Jasper undressed immediately. Knowing that Jasper was 99.2% confident he was 93% sure he was falling in love with me had gone to my head... and not the one on top of my neck, I smirked.

Jasper looked at me as I unlocked his front door with my new key. "Why are you smiling?" he asked.

"Because I was being internally funny," I replied.

He just shook his head at me before kissing me quickly on the cheek.

As soon as I'd pulled him inside with me, I started stripping Jasper's clothes off... until my eyes fell on his guitar in the corner. I hesitated, suddenly unsure of whether I wanted to experience my song or Jasper first. I looked back and forth a few times between the instrument and Jasper, who was now wearing only his gray underwear and his blue and maroon striped tie, which during the drive home I'd decided I might never allow him to remove.

Eventually I decided it had to be the song first. I wanted that memory in my head. Then I could replay the sweet music later when we gave in to our physical desires.

By the time I'd come to that conclusion, Jasper had noticed my pause and turned to follow my gaze toward his guitar.

"After," he growled, pulling at my own tie to get my attention back.

"No, now," I whined.

"I won't be able to concentrate if all I'm thinking about is you naked," Jasper explained.

"Well you might as well put that out of your head," I countered. "There's no way I'm getting naked. My underwear stays on. You know that."

"But it's Valentine's Day," he said. "I thought that you'd make an exception to your stupid rule. Besides, given that we said the love word, I thought maybe..."

"Oh my god, Jasper! Did you say you were falling in love with me to get into my pants?" I exclaimed.

"For fuck's sake, no. I just thought tonight would be special or something," he quickly replied.

"It was special already, and we can still have fun, but play for me first." I headed over to pick up the guitar to encourage him.

But much to my surprise, his reply was a firm "Nope."

"Here, Jasper. Play. Please? For me?" I pleaded while trying to make him take the instrument.

"Nope," he said again.

"Jasper, come on..." I begged.

"Nope." He hesitated, thinking. "I'm not playing until you promise you will get naked."

"Deal!" I exclaimed. I'd just undress then redress five seconds later.

Jasper narrowed his eyes. "Wait," he said. "You have to stay completely naked between the hours of 10 p.m. and 2 a.m."

I glanced at the moon. It was 9:52 p.m.

How was I going to keep Jasper from touching me for a full four hours?

I narrowed my eyes back at him. "Will you play it twice?" I asked after a moment. He'd better make it worth it.

"Three times," he promised.

"Fine," I sighed, cursing my poisonous penis.

Jasper grinned and grabbed the guitar from me. "Great! Where do you want me?"

I thought for a second. "The couch," I replied. The acoustics were marginally better in the living room. I briefly debated taking him to the concert hall, but decided the improvement in sound quality was outweighed by my ability to watch him play 73% naked if we stayed in his apartment.

He sat down on one end of the couch facing inwards. But when I went to sit on the other end, he stopped me. "You have to keep up your end of the bargain, Edward. Now take off your clothes."

"But it's only 9:54," I protested. "I still have a few minutes."

"Oh, just get naked, will you? You want me to have to stop in the middle of the song?" he asked.

"No, I guess not," I replied, and started taking off my shirt slowly, trying to protect Jasper as long as possible.

He sighed and rolled he eyes at my choice to move at human speed. But soon enough, I was fully disrobed, and standing somewhat awkwardly next to my heap of clothing. I looked at Jasper, feeling vulnerable and helpless.

"Come here, my sexy vampire man," he commanded and patted the couch.

I took a deep breath and sat down, hoping he'd stay on his end of the furniture.

I watched and tried not to comment as Jasper tuned his guitar, even though the B string was a little flat.

After another minute of marginally successful tuning, Jasper began plucking out some fairly standard chord progressions in an upbeat fashion. And then he opened his mouth and began to sing.

It was the sweetest song I'd ever heard:

I taste your flesh, you taste my skin.
You think you're fail, I think you're win.
I smell your pies, you smell my blood,
You're so fuckhot, and I'm such a stud.

You may be cold but you've set my heart afire,
You are my one, my forever vampire.

I watch your ass, you watch my lips,
You feel my pulse, I feel your hips.
You hear my beat, I hear your Bach,
I touch your soul, you touch my cock.

You may be cold but you've set my heart afire,
You are my one, my love, my forever vampire.

I feel you up, you suck my head.
I am alive, you are undead.
Despite my moods, despite your cum,
I am your future, you are my one.

You may be cold but you've set my heart afire,
You are my one love, my forever, vampire.

You may be cold but you've set my heart afire,
You are my one true love, forever, my vampire.

I stared in awe as Jasper finished the words of the refrain a final time. Never had a composition been more beautiful or music more stunning than the poetry that emerged from the deep pink of Jasper's lips and his out-of-tune guitar.

When the final chord finished reverberating through the room, I dared to speak. "Again," I whispered.

He chuckled. "Really?"

"Yes. Just keep singing," I breathed.

He launched into the song again, and I listened with delight as he sang of us and our love and our genitalia.

When he finished, he set down the guitar. "Did you like it?"

"More than anything," I replied.

"Good," he smiled. "Now, come here?" he asked, patting the space right next to him.

"But I'm naked," I reminded him.

"Exactly," Jasper replied, leaning over to me on the couch.

I had to pull away. "Jasper, no..." I pleaded.

"Edward, please," he begged. "We need this."

"And you know we can't." God I wanted to. Of course I wanted to. It took everything I had to not to touch him. It was Valentine's day and he'd just sung me the most romantic song ever. Did he think I was made of stone?

"Fine," he huffed, getting off the couch and wandering toward his bedroom, shedding his remaining clothing along the way. Just as he reached the doorway, however, he turned back with a cheeky grin and flung his underwear at me. "Are you coming?"

"Yes, please," I gulped, and quickly followed him into the bedroom. But when I tried to join him on the bed, he stopped me and pointed at his desk chair. I nodded, and sat down. It was probably best, but it was going to be a long four hours. I frowned, wondering how Jasper could possibly be happy. Sure, I was naked, but now we wouldn't have any physical contact on a night when I wanted it more than ever.

Jasper just gave me a lazy look, propped himself up against the headboard and did something... well, something that was... well, it was just cruel.

He touched himself.

I gulped and stared as the beautiful Jasper reached down and wrapped his perfect fingers around his swelling cock.

"Oh!" he said, obviously feigning surprise.

"Jasper...what...what are you doing?" I gulped and asked slowly.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he smirked as he began moving his hand slowly up and down over his erection.

He moved his left hand up and over his chest and moaned a little.

"Jasper!" I cried, barely able to remain in my chair. He was killing me.

I was dying. Again.

"Yes, Edward?" he asked, licking his lips and watching me.

I stared at his hand as he stroked himself.

"You can't do that..." I begged, clamping my hands on the armrests. Jasper pleasuring himself was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I needed him to stop immediately.

He moaned quietly. "Oh, but I can," he said in a low voice. "Besides, I think you like watching me jerk off," he pointed out.

Well of course I liked it. I grimaced. I liked it almost enough to forgo my rule and join him on the bed regardless of my nudity. It would take only 1/42 of a second for me to make it from the chair to the bed and then it would be me touching him. I would take him in my hand and feel his heat and stroke him just like he liked. Just the thought of it made me groan.

"What's the matter?" Jasper asked innocently.

I whimpered. "You're not playing fair," I pointed out, trying to keep my head as I continued to watch him.

"What do you mean? Did you... did you want to do it instead?" he asked. I noticed his cheeks were flushed as now well.

I growled. Every ounce of my self-discipline was focused on keeping my body in my chair instead of launching myself onto Jasper.

"It's really too bad you can't," he said, disappointment coloring his voice. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" I gasped.

"Well, maybe if you had a condom on..." he trailed off.

I thought it over. Would it be enough? Was it worth the risk? Surely we could at least get a little closer. But then something occurred to me. The condoms were all back in my apartment. I'd stashed Emmett's box at the bottom of my closet. I explained this to Jasper.

He paused for a split second. "Oh Edward," he smiled. "Come here." And then he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a little foil packet.

Could I do this? Jasper said we needed it. It certainly felt like I needed it.

I took a deep breath and let Jasper's scent wash over me. Okay. I stood up slowly and carefully put one foot in front of the other until I was standing by the bed.

He held out the little packet to me. "We can do this," he said firmly, pressing it into my hand.

I nodded and stepped back to tear it open. I felt my insides clench as I took it and carefully put it on. It was so thin. How could it ever be enough to protect Jasper?

I closed my eyes and tried not to panic.

It was too late to run. We were in too deep.

I opened my eyes. Jasper held my gaze and took my hand. "I trust you," he said.

I leaned in and pressed my lips on his.

"Okay," I said softly after a moment.

I watched as Jasper scooted down until he was lying down. Once settled, he tugged on my hand.

So I ever so carefully climbed onto the bed as well until I was hovering over Jasper. I paused to get my bearings as Jasper reached up to place open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.

As slowly as I could, I gently eased my body down until I was pressing part of my weight against Jasper.

I gasped as I felt the length of his flesh against my own, skin to skin but for the thinnest layer of latex.

"Jasper!" I gasped, overwhelmed.

"Oh thank god," he groaned. "Finally." He began placing dozens of kisses all across my face and neck while I grew accustomed to the new sensations.

I dropped my head to his shoulder and closed my eyes. Jasper. All I could think was his name. Jasper.

He nibbled at my ear. Jasper.

He ran his hands down my back and onto my ass. Jasper.

I felt him arch his hips below me pressing up against me. Oh, Jasper. Jasper!

I moaned. "Seriously, why didn't we do this sooner?" I teased him. "You should have told me."

He smacked my ass in response. "Fuck!" he cried, pulling his hand back to examine it. "You're hard!"

I realized it must have stung. I kissed his palm apologetically. "Sorry..."

"I'll live," he said, and shook his hand a bit before placing it back against my lips.

"I bet I can make you forget," I said, trying to sound suggestive.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" he asked eagerly.

I just hummed in response and started to kiss and lick my way from his palm, down to his elbow, up to his shoulder and to the crook of his neck. I sucked gently on his flesh and proceeded down his chest and abdomen, feeling his ticklish flesh twitch and tremble beneath me. He fisted my hair as I dipped further down, teasing his belly button, and out to his hip. I trailed my tongue along the lines of his body as they led me further down and back in to hit the place I knew he craved me most.

If I was teasing him before, I may have tortured him next. I placed the tip of my tongue at the base of his cock and licking him lightly, savoring the flavor. I did it a few more time, just barely brushing against his flesh.

He hissed, making me smile. I licked him again, this time up all the way up to his head, before swirling my tongue around his tip.

"Fuck," he cried, his hands pressing my head down, encouraging me to do it again.

I complied and took him in my hand and stroked him a bit while I teased his head with my tongue. I'd never ever forget the image of Jasper taking himself in his own hand, of course, and I'd certainly treasure it. But this was much better than watching. I wondered if Jasper understood how possessive I'd become of his body.

I felt Jasper's eyes on me as I continued to stroke and lick him. I looked up and sure enough, he was staring at me, with his mouth hanging open and his pink tongue peaking out the side.

I paused to swallow and then held his gaze as I took him in fully in my mouth. He sucked in air as I began to move my mouth over him. "Oh my god," he breathed.

I pulled off him and smiled up at him. "How's your hand now?" I asked.

"What hand?" he laughed. "I've never had a hand in my life!"

"Excellent," I replied, going back to work.

"Fuck!" he cried as I dived back down onto him.

I used all that I'd learned about what Jasper preferred and soon had him panting. I felt his muscles straining below me and realized he was trying to hold his hips extremely still. I thought about this for a moment and decided his restraint was probably unnecessary.

"Um, you can...um... move," I explained. "If you want..."

He peered at me. "That would be safe?" he asked.

"I think so. If I hold very still, I bet you could," I said. It wasn't as though he could hurt me.

"Well then... let's try something," he said. "Roll over onto your back."

I promptly did so. He handed me a few pillows to put under my head and after I was in position he knelt over my chest. It didn't take my 20/5 vision to see where this was going. I opened my mouth and reached up to take Jasper in my mouth, but he leaned back.

"You have to stay still," he said, smiling.

"Fine," I said. "I wont move a muscle." I was pretty good at that, after all. So I laid back down and swallowed before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue a little.

I rolled my eyes but didn't move otherwise as I saw him trying not to laugh at my face. Didn't he realize I was trying to look all hot for him? Thankfully, he calmed down quickly once I glared up at him.

I watched as he placed one hand on the headboard just beyond above me, and took himself in his hand and guided his cock into my mouth. "Is this okay?" he asked once he was almost completely in my mouth.

I was just fine, but wasn't sure exactly how to convey that. I couldn't exactly talk with my mouth full. Eventually, I just decided on giving him the thumbs up sign, which in turn caused him to shake his head at me and inform me that it was lucky I was hot.

Eventually he began to move himself in my mouth, which I gathered he liked a good deal judging by the way his eyes became dark and frantic. I pressed my tongue up along his length him as he slid against me.

I moved my hands to his hips, needing the connection as opposed to control over his movements.

"Oh god!" he cried as he began to thrust more irregularly.

He placed his other hand on the headboard and leaned forward so he was rocking his hips, and most of his length was moving in and out of my mouth.

I swallowed around him a few times and his panting became regularly punctuated with the word "fuck".

Eventually he warned me that he was going to come and soon stilled. I felt him pulse and tasted him filling my mouth as I continued to swallow around him.

When he pulled out, I stroked him with my hand a few times until he sat back on my chest, exhausted. Eventually, he slid down further along my body so he had room to hunch over and take my lips in his.

It was sweet, but I had a bit of trouble paying attention, as he'd moved back far enough that the very tip of my sheathed cock brushed against his ass. I whimpered into his mouth.

"No showers tonight," he said firmly, clearly feeling it too. "I want to take care of you."

I thought back to the one time I'd felt Jasper's hot hand wrapped around me. I wanted that again. Badly. But we had to be careful about things.

I tried to think about what we could do that would put Jasper at minimal risk. I was so worked up though, that I wasn't thinking clearly. Everything seemed like a good idea by that point.

Jasper, however, had recovered and didn't seem to be interested in my opinion on the matter. He clearly had his own ideas because he'd already climbed off me and was sitting at my side.
"I trust you," he said. "Do you trust me?"

"I do," I replied carefully.

"Good. Then let me worry about my own safety for a few minutes and just enjoy this, okay?"

"Just... be careful," I pleaded.

"You know I will," he affirmed, reaching back over to his nightstand, which for the record, I would definitely be looking into the next time he was at class. It appeared to be the location of many of Jasper's mysteries.

He pulled out a small bottle. Ahh. Lubricant. I wondered what Jasper had planned, but I tried to relax and let him take over.

I watched as he squirted some into his hand and then very slowly moved it towards my cock.

"No holes, right?" he asked, confirming the condom was still in good condition.

"None," I confirmed.

"Great!" he said, reaching for me.

No no no no no no no no no no... it's too risky, don't do it! No no no no no no...

Oh.
Oh!
Yes!
Oh my fuck, yes!

"Jasper! Don't you take your hand off my cock ever again!" I exclaimed.

He laughed. "Pretty nice, huh?" he asked rubbing up and down the base. I could feel the pulsing heat of his palm through the thin layer of latex.

And then he began stroking me, spreading the lube over the condom, and gripping me as he slid his hot fist up and down my length.

"Unnnnghh."

There were no words.

He leaned down to place his mouth on mine as he stroked me with his hand. I tasted his lips, and his tongue met mine in a slick caress.

When he pulled away, he sat up and went to work on me with determination in his eyes.

I wanted to tell him he was handling things quite perfectly; nothing was broken yet, and what he was doing felt all kinds of amazing, but then he twisted his wrist a little bit and I couldn't help but gasp. Jasper was clearly extraordinarily talented when it came to hand jobs.

He stroked me a bit more at this new angle and then sort of switched his hand upside down and moved his hand that way, and I was quickly tied up in knots by his ministrations.

When he removed his hand from me I barely held back my whimper. But then I realized he was just shifting a bit on the bed. He soon replaced his hand on me, again stroking over the condom, while he gently cupped my balls in his other hand. That was new. And fucking amazing! I said as much.

Between his hand on my penis and the other gently stroking my balls, the pleasure was quickly becoming overwhelming. I felt the warm burn in my abdomen grow stronger and I had to work hard to keep my hips on the bed while Jasper continued to move his hot hand up and down my cock. And then it was too much and I had to let go.

"Jasper! Get back! I'm going to come!" I cried out, not wanting it to end, but not being able to hold back any longer.

But instead of fleeing across the room, he just held his hand firmly around me as I jerked and came into the condom.

It was indescribable the things that Jasper made me feel.

Within seconds I realized that Jasper still had his hand on me. "Jasper, um, no offense, but, can you please remove your hand from my penis before someone gets hurt?" I asked, looking down at the now cum-filled condom.

He nodded and sat back on the bed.

"Thank you," I said, getting up off the bed. "And, um, thank you."

I allowed him to put his hands on my hips while I kissed him one more time before heading to the bathroom. After thoroughly cleaning up, Jasper allowed me to wear my boxers again, so I curled up next to him in bed to talk. And we did, for hours... about what we'd done and where we were going and how we felt about everything in between.

At one point, Jasper brought up anal sex. I had realized it was only a matter of time; Emmett had just planted way too many ideas in his head. Jasper made it clear that he thought we needed to try. And I, of course, explained that as much as I wanted to, the dangers were far too great. Too many things could go wrong. But he was persistent in wanting to talk through the details... including one topic that had plagued me for more than a month.

And he just threw the topic out there, completely casually, as if it were no big deal at all.

"Well,if we were going to try, which way would you prefer?" he asked.

"Honestly, I'm not sure there's much of an option," I replied, studying the bedspread. "I'm sorry to take that away from us, but... I'm not sure it would be possible for you to... top. My body is too strong, too inflexible." There is no way my body would yield to his. He was hard, but I was far harder.

"Let's pretend that weren't an issue. What would you want?" he asked.

"Jasper, that will always be an issue," I pointed out.

"Maybe, maybe not," he disagreed.

I looked at him. What was he saying?

"Look, I'm just asking," he said. "What would you want?"

"I think that maybe if there were no obstacles, such as the fact that I'm as pliant as a slab of marble, I would want to try everything with you," I admitted.

"Good," he said. "Me too."

"Do you um... have a preference?" I asked. I'd analyzed his wardrobe, the way he combed his hair, how he drove stick-shift, and even how he drank his organic 1% milk straight from the carton and still, I hadn't been able to tell.

"I kind of like to switch once in awhile," he said after a moment. "But I guess generally I prefer to bottom actually."

I rolled this over in my brain for a minute before he interrupted my thoughts by running his hand over my stomach.

"By the way, I love your body," he said, winking at me. "There's something to be said for rock-hard abs and a tight ass."

I grabbed a pillow and held it over my head so he wouldn't see my goofy grin. I didn't believe him, but it was nice to hear anyway.

After a few seconds, he grabbed the pillow from me. "I want to try. I think we can do it."

"But—" I started to object, but he clamped his hand over my mouth.

"Let's try," he said again.

I started to shake my head no, but he moved his other hand to my chin to prevent me from doing so.

"Just think about it," he said before removing his hands and kissing me firmly on the mouth.

I nodded. Of course I would think about it. I'd been doing so ever since I first saw him in his gym shorts.

Afterward, while Jasper slept, I grabbed my laptop and drafted a document explicitly describing everything I felt. He had to know about what he was asking, how he was putting himself at risk, what could happen, and contingency plans should we ever actually try it. He had to know. After all, let's say I drooled on his arm a little bit by mistake. Provided I could get it off his flesh quickly enough and get him to the hospital, he might have a third-degree burn, but if we were lucky, he might even survive with his limb intact. But a slip during sex would not be so easily remedied. He had to understand this.

XXXXX

"So, I just need to read it and then what? I need to sign on the bottom line if I agree?" Jasper asked late the next afternoon, eying the document I handed him.

I nodded. Carlisle had reviewed it for thoroughness and checked it for accuracy based on his knowledge of medicine. Though we were generally loathe to have written proof that Jasper knew of the existence of vampires, Carlisle agreed that Jasper should know what he was asking for, and that I should know what to do in the event that anything ever went amiss. His signature would do little to ease my fears for his safety, of course, but it seemed appropriate that everything was thoroughly documented.

"You don't have to sign it, of course," I pointed out hopefully. Couldn't an existence rife with blowjobs be enough for him?

He ignored me and glanced at it again, quickly flipping through the 17 pages. "What if I have any edits?" he asked after a moment.

"We can discuss them, I suppose," I agreed grudgingly.

"Okay. I'll look it over after I finish translating that Ugaritic poetry I have for homework," he said, setting it down on a nearby table.

He walked into his bedroom and returned with his sneakers. "Want to head to the dining hall for dinner with me?"

I nodded, quickly stepped into my own shoes and followed after him. I glanced one more time at the document sitting on his table before shutting the door behind us. I tried not to worry about what his reaction would be as we walked to the dining hall.

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A/N: A number of readers asked for details on the Great Dry-hump of 2010 referenced in the last chapter. I can certainly understand your request as Edward obviously recalls the encounter very fondly. Anyway, the story begins with a certain pair of gym shorts, or rather, lack thereof...

"Dammit!" Jasper cursed, throwing various pieces of clothing around his room.

Edward looked up. "What do you need?" Jasper was always losing things, but for some reason, preferred to find them on his own as opposed to enlisting Edward's help. Edward secretly thought this very silly, as he would have been able to locate by scent alone just about any item on campus.

But an enthusiastic "Fuck it all!" was Jasper's only response, as he dumped his laundry hamper on the floor and pawed through the odorous contents. Luckily, being a standard male in his early 20s, Jasper was unbothered by the fragrance, while Edward, of course, found it nothing but delightful.

So Edward didn't offer his help again, figuring offering to help a second time would annoy Jasper, and besides, if Jasper was going to turn the bedroom into Edward's idea of heaven by scattering about items saturated with his scent, who was Edward to disagree?

Unfortunately, Jasper wasn't going to be finding the item, his favorite pair of gym shorts, in his apartment any time soon; Edward had 'borrowed' them to keep him company when he went to class, and as a result, they were sitting in Edward's bedroom in his school bag. So Jasper just got more and more frustrated and his face got redder and redder as he searched for his shorts, whereas Edward, seeing Jasper's pink cheeks and sensing his elevated heartbeat and blood pressure in combination with the heady scent of worn undershirts and filthy gym socks, just got more and more turned on.

It was a dangerous combination.

Eventually, Jasper stomped around to his dresser to locate the only other pair of clean shorts he had—a maroon pair that he didn't wear very often because they just didn't fit right, being a hair small on him. Edward thought about trying not to stare as Jasper shed his jeans and put on the gym shorts, but ended up dismissing the idea as a poor one almost immediately.

Jasper turned to Edward after changing and noticed that Edward was still sitting on the bed in his jeans and button-down shirt. "I thought we were going running? Aren't you ready yet?" Jasper huffed at Edward.

Edward, was strangely fascinated by Jasper's anger and more than a little horny. Nonetheless, Edward got up to change. But just as Edward had pulled off his shirt and jeans, he noticed Jasper was bending over in his slightly-too-tight gym shorts to tie his shoes.

The view in combination with the delicious scent of dirty laundry and Jasper's elevated vital signs pushed Edward over the edge.

Edward growled and crouched.

Jasper looked up at the sound. "What the—?"

But before he could finish, Edward had reached Jasper, scooped him up at the waist from behind and leaped onto the bed, landing on his back and pulling Jasper down on top of him. Edward growled again at the feeling of Jasper's heated flesh landing on top of his already excited groin, and arched his hips to grind against his ass.

Jasper yelped, and climbed off Edward. "What the hell?"

Edward was stunned. Jasper always wanted to play on the bed. It was a miracle he made it to class sometimes.

"I thought maybe you wanted to..." Edward trailed off, looking somewhat chagrined.

"Why would you think that? I want to go running. I thought we were going running," Jasper replied.

"We could go running later maybe?" Edward suggested.

"Why?" Jasper asked.

"Because your shorts are too tight and your cheeks are too red and your dirty laundry is all over the place," Edward explained.

Jasper looked at Edward as though he was crazy, and huffed out of the bedroom to find his sweatshirt and finish tying his sneakers in peace. "You know what? I'm in a pissy mood and I just need to blow off some steam. I'm going to go run alone, okay? Feel free to hang out if you want. I'll be back soon."

Edward stared after him in silence, a little stunned at just how quickly everything had unraveled. But if Jasper wanted space, Edward would give it to him. So the vampire took to Jasper's shower to take care of things himself. But he'd only been under the spray of water for a minute and a half when he decided that he was generally uninterested in his hand now that Jasper was an option.

So another two minutes later, Edward was dried, dressed, and out the door to track down Jasper. Forced to start off at human speed, he didn't catch Jasper until he was almost exactly one-mile into his run, which it turns out, was exactly the amount of time Jasper needed to unwind and begin to feel bad for taking his frustration out on his vampire boyfriend.

When Edward emerged from the woods at the side of the road where Jasper ran, Jasper approached him at a quick pace and with an apologetic face. "I'm sorry that I got mad at you," Jasper apologized.

"It's okay. I should have asked first before I picked you up and tried to grind against your ass," Edward admitted.

"That's what you were doing?" Jasper asked, shaking his head. "You can imagine why I was confused," he added, pointedly.

Edward could not, but didn't want to risk upsetting Jasper again, so he changed the subject. "Can I run with you?"

"I have a better idea. Why don't you kiss me and forgive me?" Jasper suggested.

Edward practically tackled Jasper in his effort to kiss him, which made Jasper chuckle. His laughter quickly turned into desire however, as Edward's kiss became increasingly hungry and he pulled Jasper up against him.

Jasper, who had already been slightly out of breath from his run, quickly became even more desperate for oxygen, and had to work hard to peel Edward from his lips. "Can't breathe...," he panted, when he finally managed to get Edward to move from his mouth to his neck.

Edward attempted to apologize to Jasper's lungs by kissing Jasper's chest through his shirt, and Jasper couldn't help but groan a bit when Edward's mouth brushed over his nipples.

The sound made Edward look at Jasper and smile. "Now can I grind against your ass?" he asked Jasper politely.

Jasper playfully swatted his butt. "No! Anyone could drive by at any time! We're in the middle of the road!"

"Oh, I'd know if someone was coming in plenty of time," Edward replied, sniffing. "There's no one around but a rabbit and a three field mice."

Jasper frowned. "We're only a mile from home? Can you just wait? We can head back now... It's too cold out here if we're not running."

"That's too long," Edward whined, taking off into the nearby woods. "It would take you seven minutes to run that!" he called back to Jasper.

Jasper crossed his arms and tried to be patient as he waited for Edward to reemerge from the woods. When he returned to the road, however, Edward looked confident. "Problem solved," he explained. "Come on!"

He grabbed Jasper's hand and tugged away from the road and into the trees.

It was then that Jasper heard the crackling sound. "Is that...?"

"Yes," Edward nodded. "I built you a fire."

Jasper groaned; he was learning that a horny vampire could be very resourceful indeed. Moreover, he was running out of excuses why they shouldn't get off in the woods. So when he reached the edge of the small fire, he was willing to overlook the cool air and icy ground, choosing instead to melt into Edward's arms.

Edward was willing to overlook Jasper's romantic tendencies and allowed him to snuggle against him for a few minutes before involving his eager crotch in the picture. But after three minutes, Edward had enough, and more than a little obviously, thrust his hips in Jasper's direction.

"Alright, alright," Jasper chuckled. "If you want grinding, grinding you shall have."

Jasper released Edward and walked over to a large nearby tree, wiggling his hips in Edward's direction as he did so. Edward trailed after him, swallowing hard. When Jasper got to the tree, he leaned against it, and stuck his ass out and shook it a bit at Edward. "Have at it," he said.

Edward needed no further invitation. He pressed up against Jasper, wrapping his arms under Jasper's shoulders and pressing his forearms up against the tree so Jasper could rest his head on them instead of the rough bark. And then Edward began his much-anticipated grind against Jasper's ass through his slightly-too-tight gym shorts. It didn't take long before Edward was grunting and groaning at the stimulation he rubbed against Jasper.

Eventually Jasper wanted additional attention paid to his own erection, so he ducked out from under Edward's arms and pointed at the ground near the fire. "Down," he told Edward.

Edward lay down immediately, not caring that his back would be covered in mud. After all, that's what showers were for. Or, at least, that was one thing that showers were for.

Jasper quickly laid down on top of him and they grinded against each other in all the right places, panting and clutching and sucking and feeding off each other's hunger while the fire sent delectable waves of heat in their direction. Edward, who had been quite worked up ever since Jasper had opened the laundry hamper nearly an hour prior, was unable to hold back for very long and soon came in his track pants from humping Jasper's thigh. But ever the gentleman, Edward eagerly urged on and generally did his best to stimulate his human as Jasper worked himself on Edward. Soon it was too much for Jasper, who came hard while the rabbit and field mice looked on.

Had Edward and Jasper gotten up at that point and headed home, this author's note would have had a happier ending and all shorts would have remained intact, if slightly cum-filled. But it was not to be.

Instead of leaving, they stayed to enjoy their blissful state collapsed on the frozen earth. Thus, when the fire spit several large sparks in their direction a few minutes later, the embers landed directly on the back of Jasper's gym shorts, causing the material to smoke and smolder a bit. Edward's head was so hazy, it even took him a full second and a half to register the smell of the fabric burning. When he did, he panicked, being highly flammable himself. He quickly rolled Jasper off him, and tore off Jasper's now sweaty, too-tight, slightly burning shorts that were more than a little damp from cum, and threw the shredded material into a nearby snowbank.

In retrospect, Jasper understood Edward's reaction, but at the time he was less than pleased. After all, he was lying on the muddy ground in a forest wearing nothing from the waist down except socks, sneakers and cold, wet, muddy, sticky underwear. This was especially unfortunate as Jasper was now unable to jog back to campus, his maroon shorts now in too many pieces to be in any way wearable.

It was quickly decided that Edward should run back for another pair of shorts and Jasper would just have to wait by the fire for the four minutes it would take Edward to make the trip. Jasper was not exactly happy with the plan, but could think of no other, so he allowed Edward to toss another small piece of wood on the fire, and resigned himself to wait by it in his wet underwear for Edward's return.

Edward, for his part, decided to run to his own apartment instead of Jasper's because it was closer and would shave a full 14 seconds off the time it would take him to run the errand. Besides, he had Jasper's favorite shorts in his backpack anyway, so he figured Jasper would be happy with Edward's choice.

As you might suspect, when Edward came back waving Jasper's favorite blue-gray shorts (whose disappearance had been the cause of Jasper's bad mood in the first place), Jasper just gaped at him. "You had them?" Jasper asked incredulously.

"Yes, I borrowed them for sight-singing class," Edward explained, noting Jasper's cheeks had become delightfully ruddy from the cold in his absence. "I hope that was okay."

"It's a good thing I like you, Edward," Jasper said, rolling his eyes.

Edward nodded; he was lucky indeed. He just wondered if he was lucky enough to be able to dry hump the gorgeous Jasper another time before they had to return to campus.

Note: Edward was not so lucky. But you probably already knew that. After all, he otherwise would have referred to the experience instead as "The Great Dry-humps of 2010."