Just Do It!

*Warning...this is Edward/Jasper Slash! If this isn't for you, stop reading now!*

Now, on with the show...

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Just Do It!

"And now, your Carolina Railhawks!" the announcer shouted over the booming music.

I ran out on the field and took a moment to wave at the crowd, turning in a circle to make sure I acknowledged everyone. I walked to the center circle with my co-captain, Emmett McCarty, and shook hands with the two guys from the other team. The ref flipped the coin and after winning the coin toss, pointed to the south goal we would defend. We decided we'd defend the first half, saving our kick-off for the second half. We shook hands with the refs and then headed back to our side of the field.

"Play well, Cullen." McCarty smirked at me and then jogged back to the goal, slapping everyone along the way.

I took my place in the mid-field and looked around at my teammates. We might be playing on the Carolina Railhawks soccer team, but we were the best in our league. Most guys used the North American Soccer League as a stepping stone to the next level, either to the MLS or the English Premier League, and I was no different. I had more goals than anyone in the league; hell I had more than most of the guys that played in the MLS, too. I was good, damn good, and was just waiting for my shot to take the next step.

I jumped up and down a few times, making sure my muscles were nice and loose. The whistle blew and I felt the adrenaline pump in my veins. The game got intense, quickly, and before I knew it, we were tied 1-1 with about five minutes left in the game. I could feel the momentum shift to our side; we possessed the ball phenomenally well and took shot after shot on goal, only to have their keeper punch the ball out or have the ball hit the post or the cross-bar. I'd taken a few shots, only they hadn't been quite on frame, and I knew I had to keep focused and just wait for the right shot.

About a minute later, I got it.

I dribbled the ball up the middle of the field and Marcus was running just a bit ahead of me, anticipating my pass. I found an open space, passed the ball perfectly, and made my move toward the goal. He kicked the ball, chipping it over a defender's head and it was coming straight for me in the air. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other defender so I jumped forward, using my head to hit the ball into the goal. My momentum was so much that when I landed, I slid across the turf and then felt someone fall on my left ankle.

I heard the crowd go nuts so I knew the ball hit the back of the net, but I couldn't even think about that.

"God damn it!" I hissed in pain when I rolled over on the turf. I fucking hated turf burn and this one was gonna be a bitch, I could tell. Not only that, I felt a twinge in my ankle when I tried to turn my left foot.

"Man, are you okay?" Marcus Mendoza asked as he helped me up.

"Fuck, yeah, I'll be fine," I said through gritted teeth.

He slapped me on the back once I was up on my feet. "Hell of a goal though, dude. Bet it makes SportsCenter." He chuckled before we made it back to our positions.

I glanced up at the clock. My thigh felt like it was on fire, my ankle was throbbing, and I said a quick prayer of thanks that the game was almost over. I knew it was going to be close when I took my shot, but thank God it went in. We needed this win, fucking badly, in order to solidify our first place standing. The play-offs were getting ready to start and I knew, at least according to my agent, Heidi, that there were going to be some MLS scouts at the next match.

My chance was so close I could taste it and I wasn't letting anything get in the way of taking it either. Turf burn, sprained ankle be damned. I'd worked too fucking hard to get to this point to risk anything stopping me from reaching my goal.

The game got more intense as it always did during the last few minutes. We were only up by one goal, so the other team was relentless, sending every player forward. Jerseys were pulled, ankles were clipped, elbows were thrown into stomachs, but when the final whistle blew, we'd hung on for the win.

We shook hands with the other team and then Emmett and I stood side by side and waited for the other guys to form our after game huddle.

"Fucking awesome shot, man," Emmett told me and then grimaced when he looked down and saw my leg. "That, my friend, is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch in about an hour," he warned and I nodded.

"No shit. Hopefully Doc has something that will take some of the sting out."

"Ed, didn't you hear? Doc had to go out of town on some emergency. Some new guy is filling in. Casper, Jasper, something like that," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Dude is supposed to be some kind of protégé. But really, what the fuck kind of name is that? Sounds like a damn ghost," he said with a chuckle as the guys all formed a circle.

We gave our post-game speech and then we all headed for the locker room. Coach Arenas pulled me to the side and asked how I was feeling and then sent me to the trainer's room.

I laughed at something one of the guys said as he walked by and pushed the door open. What I saw wasn't what I was expecting at all.

Long, shaggy dirty-blond hair.

Rippling back muscles beneath a tight t-shirt.

Legs that were toned and well-defined.

Don't even get me started on the ass.

Wait, what the fuck? I was ogling a guy! I thought immediately and shook my head. Consoling myself that maybe I'd hit my head on the ground when I slid, I cleared my throat to alert, who I assumed was Doc's replacement, of my presence.

He turned around slowly, as if he had all the time in the world and I felt my throat get dry and what I hoped and prayed wasn't a raging hard-on beneath my shorts. I shifted from foot to foot and tried to get control of my out of control body. I had no idea what the fuck was happening to me, but I needed to get my leg wrapped, my ankle taped, and my ass into a really cold fucking shower pronto.

"Hey, man, Jasper Hale," he said in a distinctly southern drawl. He had the bluest damn eyes I'd ever seen and then I bit the side of my cheek, as hard as possible, as soon as that thought entered my mind.

I mean really, the color of his eyes? What the hell was wrong with me?

I reached out to shake his offered hand and answered back, "Edward Cullen. You're Doc's replacement?" The question was completely unnecessary because he was standing in the trainer's room and had a team shirt on, but I was doing everything I could to sound normal.

No matter the fact that I felt like there was a volcano erupting inside my body.

"Yeah. He'll be gone a few weeks at least so he asked me to fill in. So, what can I do for you?" he asked. I pulled the side of my shorts down and showed him the turf burn. "Shit, that looks painful," he said and grimaced when he noticed the blossoming sore on my hip. "Let's get something on that and get it wrapped. I know you have a big game coming up in just a few days, so we need to make sure you're ready to go," he told me and indicated he wanted me to sit on the exam table.

He moved around the room like he'd been there forever and came back to the table with an armful of things.

"Okay, lay down on your right side. I'm going to put on some ointment that will make sure it doesn't get infected and should help with the pain," he told me and before I knew what he was doing, he'd pushed my shorts and the sliders I had on underneath down my leg. Thank God he didn't pull hard enough to get them over my other hip and my dick was at least still covered up.

I closed my eyes when his fingers went to work, trying with all I had not to think about how good it felt when he touched me. Don't get me wrong, the turf burn hurt like a bitch, but it was fucking hard to concentrate on that when his fingers set my skin on fire.

We made idle chit chat for the few minutes it took him to finish up and when he indicated he'd done what he needed, I sat up, wincing in pain. "Yeah, sorry, man. It's still going to hurt until it scabs over a bit. We'll have to keep ointment on it, so come back tomorrow before practice and I'll change out the bandage."

I nodded and lowered my feet to the floor and hissed. "Fuck," I breathed out.

"Shit, Edward. You didn't tell me you'd hurt your ankle," he said immediately.

Yeah, well, that was because I was too busy enjoying your fingers on my skin, I thought. Fuck, I really needed to get the hell out of here, I told myself and moved to walk out the door, but Jasper wasn't having any of it.

"No way, man. Get back up there and let me take a look at it. You've probably sprained it," he told me.

He swiftly untied my shoe and slid my sock off. I'd already taken my shin guards off and my skin was clammy from sweating, but the moment his fingers wrapped around my foot, I shivered.

Jasper chuckled, thankfully totally oblivious to what I was going through and said, "Sorry, guess my hands are cold. Okay, let's see what we have going on with this."

His fingers expertly moved around my ankle pressing and feeling, and fuck if it didn't feel fantastic. It took all I had not to groan out loud when he let go of my foot.

"Well, the good news is I don't think it's sprained, probably just strained. Let me tape it up and get an ace bandage on it before it swells any more. It's liable to bruise and be sore, but you'll be able to play on it by Saturday night," he said.

"Good to know, though honestly, I would have played anyway. I've got too much riding on that game to sit out because of an ankle," I told him emphatically.

My mind was going a mile a minute and I felt like I was going absolutely crazy. I'd just enjoyed having a guy touch me and it was freaking me the hell out. I wanted to grab a shower, the colder the fucking better, and then get the hell out of there.

"I can understand that, man. Good thing we don't have to worry about that, then, huh? Let's get you taped up and you can go home and rest your foot. I'm sure your girl is worried about you," he said casually.

"Well, if by girl you mean my dog, Zoey, then yeah, you're probably right, only because she looks after me better than anyone else," I said with a smile when I thought about my girl.

"What kind is she?" he asked conversationally as he began to wrap the tape around my foot.

Choosing to focus on talking rather than how much his touch affected me, I answered, "A Great Pyrenees. She was a gift from my mom. She was worried I was spending too much time by myself," I said with a chuckle as I thought about my mother.

Well, she'd been after me to explore my horizons, though I seriously doubted she meant checking out another man's ass.

"Ah, Mama's. Gotta love 'em." He laughed and I didn't even want to think about the fact that it sounded husky, like he'd chain-smoked for years. I knew that wasn't the case, though, but damn.

Once I'd been bandaged and taped, I picked up my shoe and sock and stood up. I just wanted to get the hell out of there before I made an even bigger fool out of myself than I felt like I already had. "Well, yeah...um, thanks for fixing me up. Guess I'll see you around," I told him as I made my way to the door.

It took all I had not to turn around and look one more time at him, especially because it felt like he was staring at me...or maybe my ass. "You most definitely will," I heard him mutter; though I wasn't sure I was supposed to.

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The next few days passed by and I was going out of my damn mind. I couldn't sleep because when I did, I woke up stroking my dick to visions of Jasper and me in positions I was sure weren't even in the Kama Sutra. The strawberry on my hip hurt like a motherfucker and my ankle was still swollen and sore. I was irritable; I was horny, and I was so confused I didn't know whether to try to get laid, get drunk, or hit the gym and work out whatever the hell it was out of my mind.

I paced around my townhouse. I aimlessly flipped through the stations on digital cable and found nothing but porn, sports, or chick flicks and since I wasn't in the mood for any of that, decided to go out and find some place to have a drink. I could have called up Emmett and Marcus, but they were both married and liked to spend their time at home on our off days. The first game of the play-offs was the day after tomorrow, so today had been a light practice, tomorrow would be spent going over game film, and then the big game was on Saturday.

I'd showered at the stadium so I went to my bedroom and changed my clothes. Looking down at the bandage on my hip, I purposely did not think about Jasper or the way his fingers felt against my skin when he rubbed the cream on my sore. When I glanced between my legs and noticed my hard-on I hissed a fierce, "Fuck," and pulled on my pants and then buttoned up a shirt.

That fucking settled it. I was finding the hottest chick I could and then I was going to fuck her until Jasper fucking Hale was nothing but a distant memory. I ran my hands through my hair, grabbed my keys and cell phone, and then climbed into my car. I raced out of my driveway, taking the corner down the street way faster than I should have and headed toward a club I knew was close by.

I parked my Audi R-8 in the lot beside the club. When I got out of the car, I could hear the faint bass of the music playing inside and I took a deep breath as I walked toward the front door. I just wanted to have a few drinks, maybe a bit of conversation, and then go home and be the Edward Cullen I was five days ago. The one that didn't wake up every morning so hard he hurt because he'd been dreaming about another guy; the one that didn't feel like he was coming apart at the seams whenever said guy's hands touched him; the one that was heading to the MLS if everything went according to plan.

I headed straight for the bar and noticed that the club was busy, but not overly crowded. The music was loud and I felt it vibrating through me and I took a deep breath. Yes, I thought. Just what I fucking needed. I ordered a double shot of scotch, drank it in one long gulp and shivered as it burned my throat and settled in my stomach. I ordered another and then turned from the bar to look at the dance floor. There were bodies everywhere, bumping and grinding against each other to the music, and I felt myself relax as the scotch started working its magic. I nodded at a few people that caught my eye, stared at a few hot women in shirts that were too low and skirts that were too short, and made my way upstairs where it was less crowded to just sit and chill for a bit.

There was a table in the corner that was empty and I made a beeline for it. It looked out over the dance floor but was almost in the shadows, and it was exactly what I needed. I sat down in the plush chair and stared out at the crowd of people. I looked to the center of the crowd and saw a flash of blond hair and instantly I knew it was Jasper. It had to be judging from the way my body tingled all over just from the thought. When he turned his head, I groaned...it was just my damn luck that he had to be at the place I'd gone to escape. He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and had on a light blue shirt that was unbuttoned about halfway. He had his arm around the waist of a leggy redhead. Even from my vantage point I could see the sweat that dripped down the side of his neck and meandered down his chest. Of course it could have just been my overactive and very vivid imagination. Who knew?

He bent his head close to the redhead and I couldn't help but grip my shot glass tightly in my hand. It pissed me off to watch him with her, even though she was fucking beautiful. Pale skin, what I guessed were blue eyes, tits that were spectacular, though my guess would be surgically enhanced, legs that went on for days, and when she turned around, an ass that would stop traffic. A hot, sexy woman who five days ago would have had me on the dance floor grinding my dick against her ass, but now...all I could picture was walking up behind Jasper and doing the same thing.

I settled back in my chair after swallowing the rest of my scotch. Fuck it, I thought and laid my hand over my dick. No one was paying any attention to me anyway. Anyone that was even close to me was too drunk, too high, or had their tongues in someone else's mouth. The music pounded and I watched as Jasper led the woman back out onto the dance floor. I had no idea what song was playing but it only enhanced what I was feeling. It was gritty and dirty and my hand had no trouble at all moving to the beat. I stared, transfixed, as the two of them began moving. His eyes followed her every move and boy could she move. She slinked up and down his body like he was a human stripper pole, grinding and moving against him like she knew exactly how to turn him on the most. Judging how his eyes never left hers, I could only assume that was true. That thought pissed me off so fucking badly, but I didn't want to think about what that meant. Instead, I watched Jasper again and continued to stroke myself. When he yanked her up and whipped her around so that her back was to his chest, I groaned audibly and felt myself grow harder beneath my fingers. I wanted, really fucking badly, to unzip my pants and shove my hand in my boxers, but I didn't.

I pressed my thumb on the tip of my dick through my pants and I could feel the moisture that had seeped through. When Jasper began grinding up on her ass, I pictured it was me that stood behind him. I'd hold his hips tightly in my hands, pressing down on his hipbones. I'd rub my cock up and down his ass and press my nose along the side of his neck. I could almost taste it as I imagined flicking my tongue out and running it up his neck, feeling the corded muscles beneath my tongue, tasting his salty sweat. I would suck on the skin behind his ear, whispering how good he felt against me. My hands would move of their own accord and edge closer to his cock.

"Touch me, Edward," he would whisper and I would feel myself grow harder in my pants as I continued to grind against his ass.

I imagined how it would feel to press my palm over him, feeling him firm and there was no way he'd be anything but huge, beneath my hand. I'd rub him up and down, and his hands would reach behind me and grab my ass, and hold me tightly against him. "More, Edward," he'd beg me.

I'd slip my hand inside his pants, taking him fully in my hand. He'd be so fucking hard, but would feel so damn good. I would feel him throbbing beneath my fingers; feel the drop of liquid on the tip. My thumb would slide through that warm liquid and then my fingers would wrap all the way around him and I'd begin to stroke him up and down.

"Fuck, oh yes," he'd groan as I continued to pump him.

I would be so hard it hurt and I would rock against his ass in perfect rhythm with my hand, imagining what it would feel like to fuck him, to be buried deep inside of him…balls deep.

"Come for me, Jasper," I'd order him.

I pictured what it would look like to glance down at my hand wrapped around him, his cock glistening beneath the flashing lights from the moisture that seeped from his tip. "You feel so good in my hand," I would tell him. "I want to feel you come on my fingers."

"Ah, shit," he'd hiss and I would notice him twitch in my hand from my words.

"Come, Jasper, first in my hand and then," I'd rasp, "in my mouth."

With that, I'd feel him shudder against my chest and watch, enthralled, as he exploded in a powerful burst in my hand.

I felt myself mimic my imagination Jasper's actions and came in my pants in a rush. I opened my eyes as my body shook from the powerful orgasm and immediately found Jasper. I'd scooted back into the shadows, but I would have sworn from the way he stared intensely in my direction, he knew I'd been watching him.

Part of me was terrified of that...the other part shivered in excitement.

What that meant, I had not one fucking clue.

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When Saturday finally arrived, I was a mass of jumbled nerves. I had kept my distance from Jasper. I had no idea what was happening to me, but the biggest game of my life was today and I couldn't afford to get distracted from my goal. Even though my sleep was full of dreams of blond hair and blue eyes, I had to stay focused. I had always prided myself on staying calm, cool, and collected, no matter what, but it felt like I had a swarm of bees flying around my head. By the time I'd made it to the stadium, I had calmed down somewhat, but the moment I spotted Jasper walking into the trainer's room, any calm I felt was gone.

When he caught my eye, he smiled but I turned my head. I needed to get my hip bandaged and my ankle wrapped, but there was no way I could do what I had to do and feel his hands on me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him hang his head, but I didn't have time to think about that now.

Everything I had worked for my whole life was riding on this game, I couldn't afford for anything to hold me back.

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I had played the best game of my life and I was fucking ecstatic, but I felt the strain in my ankle. I felt someone watching me and looked up to see Jasper staring at me with narrowed eyes. When I got to the sidelines he approached me. "You need to shower and get to the trainer's room so I can look at your ankle, immediately." Then he whispered, "And we need to talk."

A short time later, I heard the team leave the building and when Jasper turned the lock on the door and faced me, I knew it was do or die time.

"I don't want this," I whispered, the words sounding hollow even to my own ears.

Jasper snorted. "Bullshit," he said back instantly. His blue eyes blazed intensely and stared back at me. He didn't blink, didn't move, hell, I wasn't sure he was even breathing he was standing so still.

"This doesn't make any sense," I tried again. I was so fucking confused. I knew what my body was telling me...hell, even what my heart was telling me, but it was my brain that was flashing the red lights, warning me that if this went any further, things would never be the same again.

I never, ever...in a million fucking years ever...expected to be in this situation. It was completely foreign to me and I had not one damn clue what to do next. I wanted, so badly, to just give in to what I was feeling, to what we were both feeling, but I didn't know if I could. My body was screaming in protest and it was taking all I had not to say fuck it and give into what was, obviously, what we both wanted.

Jasper continued to stare at me, breathing deeply in and out through his nose. His gray t-shirt with the team logo on it was stretched tightly across his chest. The shorts he had on were loose but did nothing to hide his arousal. He was long and lean and I wanted him...like I had never wanted anyone before.

I shook my head to keep from going down that road. It just couldn't happen. Too many unknowns, too many pitfalls...too many questions I had no fucking answers to.

"Edward," Jasper whispered and the fingers of my left hand curled into a tight fist when I heard the pain in his voice. My right hand gripped the towel around my waist so hard I was surprised I didn't rip the damn thing. He reached a hand out and lifted it to touch my naked chest but I stepped backward. I knew if he touched me, I'd be done for.

We stared at one another for untold moments, neither having the courage to speak. After a time, Jasper straightened his shoulders and looked me directly in the eyes. It seemed like he had resolved himself to...what I had no idea...but it was definitely something.

He shook his head and said softly, "No, it doesn't make any fucking sense at all, but tell me you don't feel something between us, Edward. I know you do; I can see it in your eyes."

"I can't...I don't know...this can't possibly," I stammered out.

He stopped me with a harsh, "Shut the fuck up, Edward." His nostrils flared and he licked his lips. "Kiss me, just once, and if you can tell me you don't feel it, too, we'll forget this ever happened," he said in a tone of voice that let me know we both knew that would be utterly impossible.

I couldn't move, though every instinct I had told me to just do it. Finally, I took a tiny step forward and heard his breath catch in his throat. Hearing that sound of hope mixed with need did something to me and I took the next few steps I needed before I stopped directly in front of him. I lifted a shaking hand and laid it on his cheek. My entire hand felt like it was on fire and the heat spread up my arm...and honestly, straight to my dick, too.

What the fuck was happening to me? I immediately thought.

"Kiss me," Jasper demanded.

I licked my lips as I stared at his and lowered my mouth. I molded my lips to his recognizing instantly how soft but firm they felt. Haltingly, I flicked at his lips with my tongue and inhaled deeply through my nose the moment I tasted him. Chapstick, salty, a bit of coconut from the sunscreen he must have put on before the game. That was all it took before I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my hand around his head and pulled him to me, crushing his lips beneath mine and I plunged my tongue deeply into his mouth.

Our mouths worked furiously against the other's, teeth clanked, tongues tangled, and I could feel him hard and wanting against my leg. We kept kissing...and holy hell did the man know how to kiss. The perfect blend of hard and soft and though it was the first time I'd ever kissed another guy, it felt perfectly natural.

Totally didn't expect that, at all.

"Jasper," I groaned when I had to breathe. I rested my forehead against his, too afraid to move...too afraid he wouldn't kiss me again…too afraid he would.

He smirked at me and before I knew what was happening, he tugged on the towel around my waist until I let go. It fell to the floor with a quiet whoosh and I stood there, naked, in front of him. I watched as his eyes hungrily drank me in and I couldn't help it when my dick twitched as he licked his lips when he saw how hard I was.

He stepped closer to me again and this time it was him that pulled me in for another kiss. It seemed like now that the floodgates had been opened, I didn't even try to resist him. His tongue explored every bit of my mouth and my tongue. He nibbled on my bottom lip; he swept his tongue along the inside of my top one. He massaged my tongue with his and then did the same to the roof of my mouth. He held my face between both of his hands and tilted it to the side and completely covered my mouth with his. He swallowed every grunt and whimper I gave him greedily and I found myself wanting to give him more and more.

"What the hell are we doing, Jasper?" I asked when he pulled back.

He ran his hand through my hair. I swore my entire scalp tingled from his touch and he whispered, "I don't know. Don't care, I just want you. Go with it, feel it." He seemed to take his words literally when he picked his other hand up and ran it across my chest. My muscles flexed involuntarily the moment his fingers ghosted across my skin, leaving a trail of burning fire in their wake. I let out a surprised hiss of pleasure when his fingernail raked over first my left then my right nipple.

"Fuck," I breathed out and I swore my dick got even harder.

The muscles in my legs burned from holding myself so still, but I didn't dare move. If he stopped touching me I knew I would go mad. I had no idea what the hell was going on, what happened next, but I found I didn't fucking care right at the moment. All I did know was my body felt like it was about to ignite into a raging inferno and I didn't want to do anything but give in and let it consume me.

I tentatively lifted my hands and ran them up his arms and groaned when I felt them flex beneath my fingers. I pushed the loose sleeves of his t-shirt up and looked with surprise when I saw the ink curled around the top of his bicep. I had no idea what it was, but it was hot as hell. I traced the lines of black, blue, and red with the tip of my finger and heard Jasper's chest rumble.

"That feels fucking amazing," Jasper breathed out, staring straight into my eyes.

At his words, I reached for the bottom of his shirt and then tugged it over his head. When I flung it off to the side, I sucked in a sharp breath. His chest was covered with a smattering of white-blond chest hair that stood out in sharp contrast to his tanned skin. My eyes darted lower and I could feel my heart thump almost painfully in my chest when I took in the darker hair that made a line from his navel down to his very hard cock. Not to mention the fact that I wanted to drag my tongue over every well-defined ab muscle that flexed enticingly as I continued to stare at him.

"Holy fuck," I muttered with a shaky breath.

My mind was flying at a hundred miles an hour with too many thoughts and too many different things I wanted all at the same time.

I wanted to fuck him.

I wanted to feel his mouth on me.

I wanted him.

I didn't want him.

"Edward," his voice came out of nowhere. I lifted my head and stared into his eyes, the vivid blue sucking me in so deeply I felt like I was drowning. "Just go with it, feel it. It'll be okay," he told me and still I didn't make another move.

"You want me as much as I want you; I know you do," he said again and took a tentative step forward.

"I do want you," I finally admitted out loud and the smile that broke out on his face at my admission was almost my undoing. "Have you ever?" I asked, needing to know if he was fighting the same internal battles as I was.

Honestly, I didn't know whether I wanted him to tell me yes or no.

He shook his head and then gazed at me. "No. I don't know what's happening either, Edward, I just know if I don't put my hands on you, I'm going to fucking explode," he said in a rough voice.

"Oh, Christ," I heard myself mumble at his words. I was done fighting him, fighting myself, and I said the words I knew would change fucking everything.

"Then touch me," I whispered.

Before the words were even all the way out of my mouth he was in front of me. He had his fingers wrapped around my dick and his tongue in my mouth and I had never felt anything so fucking good in my life. My hands had a life of their own and I touched everywhere I could reach. I ran my hands through his hair, over his shoulders, down his back, and then laid them on his firm ass. I felt him grip my dick harder and I pressed myself against his fingers even more...wanting more...needing more.

"More, Jasper, please," I told him against his lips.

"Yes, Edward," he answered back and then began stroking me faster and faster. "You feel so fucking good in my hand," he told me when he moved his lips from my mouth to my neck. "So hard, so full, so...big," he went on and then slid his thumb through the bead of liquid on the end of my dick. "I can't wait to have you in my mouth...in my ass, fucking me," he whispered and then bit down on my Adam's apple. He gripped me harder and then lowered his other hand and cupped my balls, massaging them none too gently, but it was driving me fucking wild.

"Ever since you walked in here the first time, I wanted you," he told me when he moved back to my neck.

His tongue was tracing circles on my skin and I began to rock back and forth in his hand. His fingers felt so fucking good on me and I closed my eyes and just let him do as he wished. "I saw you, the other night...at the club," I whispered after a moment as his hand began to work me faster.

"I know," he answered simply, though I could feel him smile against my chest where he was currently lavishing attention on my nipples.

"I wanted to be that woman...I was so angry you were touching her and I didn't know why," I admitted with a groan when he licked my left nipple and then scraped his teeth across it.

He picked his head up and looked me straight in the eyes. "I know, Edward. I also know you touched yourself while you watched me, didn't you?" he teased with his words and his fingers.

I merely nodded because I wasn't able to speak. He had increased his pace and I was so fucking hard and ached to come so bad.

"Shit, ah, Jasper, please," I panted.

"Show me how you wanted to touch me, Edward," he ordered, snapping me out of my dizzying haze.

Roughly, I gripped him by the shoulders and spun him around so that his back was pressed to my chest and my incredibly hard dick was pushed tightly against his ass. My mind was a chaotic mess of images and thoughts...of everything I had dreamed about, thought about since the first time I saw him. I snaked my hands around his waist and plunged both of them into his shorts and took him into my hands, just like I had wanted the other night at the club. I attacked the side of his neck with my mouth...feeling like I couldn't get enough. I rocked against his ass and I heard his chest rumble.

I was done with tentative and gentle, I wanted him and I wanted him right fucking now.

"Shorts off...now," I hissed in his ear.

My hand continued on, stroking him in long, firm motions and I could feel him throb in my fingers. He pushed his shorts down his legs and when he was as naked as I was, it seemed as if we both stopped fighting and finally gave in to the inevitable.

I backed us up against the end of the exam table and then laid back, taking him with me. His body was laid out on top of mine and it felt fucking amazing. Every inch of our bodies was touching and there wasn't an inch of space between us.

"God, you feel so good under me," Jasper rasped when my hands began moving on him again.

My dick moved in concert with my hands and I ached to bury myself inside of him. I could feel his ass flex and squeeze as the tip of my cock moved closer and closer to his entrance. It seemed as if my body, and more to the point my dick, knew what it wanted and both wanted Jasper with an overwhelming need to claim and control.

"I want to fuck you," I hissed in his ear.

"Oh shit...yes."

He rolled off me and stood up and I missed feeling the weight of him on me immediately. When I stood up, he smirked at me, and I knew I had the same look on my face. He walked toward me and yanked me to him and claimed my mouth once more. His tongue worked furiously against mine as we each fought for control. My mind raced as I tried to figure out how the hell this whole fucking another guy thing worked. Thankfully Jasper was a step ahead of me.

"I'm clean, in case you were wondering," he told me when he pulled back.

"Me, too."

"Good, then how about...you fuck me now?" he questioned in a husky voice.

"Oh, hell yes," I answered him back and then pulled him to me again.

I just let my instincts take over and after kissing him until I was dizzy, I whipped him around and pressed his chest against the exam table. I gripped his hips and slid my dick between the cheeks of his ass, staring straight at the puckered hole that had been calling to me for what seemed like hours now.

"Hand me that massage oil," I ordered in a voice rough with need and want.

Jasper handed me the bottle and after squeezing some oil into my hands, I coated my hard cock and then reached out to touch him.

My index finger easily glided between the cheeks of his ass and I sucked in a sharp breath when my finger reached his hole. Taking a deep breath, I pushed, feeling the tight muscle give way.

"Oh, fucking hell, that feels good," Jasper said between panting breaths.

I had never felt anything so tight...so hot in my damn life and I was almost out of my mind it felt so good. I pushed farther, massaging him with my finger. I could hear him breathe heavily, feel him squeeze me and I wanted more.

So fucking much more.

"How does this feel?" I questioned with a groan when I added another finger.

I watched my fingers move in and out of him, stretching him. My hips rocked back and forth and I was so fucking hard I could feel myself throb.

"Edward, oh, Jesus...so fucking good," Jasper said.

"It's just, I had no idea...oh shit," I muttered as I began to move faster, pushing deeper inside of him.

There wasn't another sound besides that of our breathing and my fingers as they continued their ministrations. The muscles of his back twitched and I could see how tightly his jaw was clenched as I continued to work him. My body was screaming to be buried deep inside of him and with a few more strokes, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I withdrew my fingers and heard him whimper and though it didn't seem possible, I got even harder hearing how badly he wanted me.

"Just wait, Jasper, I'm going to be buried so deep inside of you, you'll feel like I'm splitting you in two," I promised.

Reaching for the bottle again, I poured more oil into my palms and coated my cock once more. I did the same to his ass. I wanted to fuck him into oblivion, but I didn't want to hurt him either.

He raised his hips off the edge of the table when he felt my hands on his ass and I could feel a grin on my face.

"You want it, don't you? Want my cock in your ass?" I taunted and then teased at his entrance with the tip of my dick.

It seemed I was well over any hesitation where Jasper was concerned. All I could think about, all I cared about, was fucking him with wild abandon and making him mine.

Whatever the hell that meant.

"Edward, fuck me," he cried out.

I gripped my dick with one hand and with the other, held onto his hip. I nudged his knees apart with mine and then aligned my body to his. I looked down at him, laid out over the table, and licked my lips.

"You have no idea how you look, just standing there bent over, waiting for me...begging me," I told him.

I could feel my heart beat faster, feel myself pulsate in my hand as I pressed my dick against his ass. The moment the tip of my cock touched his hole, I hissed and closed my eyes.

"Oh...Christ," I heard myself murmur.

Jasper bucked and ground his ass to me.

"Jasper, hell...oh fucking...just wait," I told him.

"Need you...want you."

With a restraint I didn't know I had, I kept myself still. I knew if I moved, I would sink into him in one push and as much as I wanted to pound into him over and over again, I knew I couldn't...at least not yet.

"Shhh, I know," I told him, trying to calm my voice so that he would let me take this at my pace.

I felt him take a deep breath and I did the same. "I want you, too, but we have to take this slow. I don't want to hurt you," I told him in a whisper.

He nodded his head and relaxed his body as best he could. Taking his cue, I moved forward even more and pressed against him.

"Just relax, we'll go as slow as we need to," I told him.

I gritted my teeth, swiveled my hips, and let out a long hiss when I felt the muscle stretch around me.

"Oh, God...oh, God..." Jasper muttered over and over again, but he sure as hell didn't sound like he was in pain which just spurred me on.

Slowly I entered him, feeling him suck me inside of his body. I watched, completely mesmerized, as my dick disappeared into him. It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen and I almost came just from the sight of it.

I throbbed almost painfully inside of him but held myself still while I waited for his body to adjust to having my cock in his ass.

"Holy...oh fucking hell...feels so damn good," he said and then pressed back against me. "Fuck me, Edward. Now."

I gripped his other hip and then began to move.

I slowly began thrusting into Jasper, trying to make sure he wasn't in pain. I wanted him to feel as good as I was feeling. He began whimpering "more" and "harder" almost incoherently as my dick was sliding in and out of him.

"You're so hot, so tight around me," I heard myself say when I pulled my cock out and then slammed back into him.

"Yes, yes," he cried out.

The exam table bumped against the wall each time I thrust my hips forward and I was moving so hard, so fast, his feet lifted off the floor. I was like a man possessed, paying no attention to anything but my need to keep fucking him.

"So close," I called out and I didn't know if it was in warning or in anger.

Now that I'd had him, felt him, I knew I wouldn't ever get enough.

"Come, Edward. Come in my ass."

With a feral growl, I threw my head back and slammed against him once more, exploding inside of him with a powerful, blinding burst. Stream after stream of hot liquid poured inside of him and by the time I was done, I was covered in sweat and was breathing so hard, I wasn't sure I'd ever catch my breath.

I slipped out of him, instantly missing the tight hold he had on me and before I knew what was happening, Jasper was on his knees in front of me. He reached for the towel he'd pulled off me from before and wiped my dick off and then had his mouth was wrapped around my semi-hard cock.

He licked and sucked me, never once taking his eyes off of me, but he didn't say a word. He didn't need to. When he released me with a pop, he stood up and said, "It's my turn now."