Welcome to Unanswered Questions!

Summary: Resident geek, Jasper, has been lusting after the ever popular college quarterback, Emmett, for two years. Are the two of them really so different? Can they overcome their past and find answers to the questions they are searching for?

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Stephanie Myers; we just like to coerce Jasper and Emmett into compromising positions! We ask that you are over 18 to read this fic due to it's 'M' rating; themes of a sexual nature and strong language waver through out.

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Chapter 1: Interpersonal Attraction

Jasper's POV

I ignored their snickers and obnoxious comments; there wasn't much else I could do. I refused to let them ruin my favorite class of the semester with their pettiness and cruel intentions. As an art major, this world government class wasn't a requirement for me to graduate in three months. It was simply something I took for my own enjoyment.

In all reality, I could have taught this course more efficiently than the professor who stood in front of us today. I knew the material, dates, and facts inside out and backward and could rattle off answers to any given question he threw my way. Today was no exception.

"He's such a nerd," I heard a nasal, feminine voice say from behind me, in response to my correcting Professor Howard's question before I answered what he had tried, but failed, to ask in the first place.

Without looking to where the voice originated, I recognized it as that of Jessica Stanley, a girl that I'd been unfortunate enough to have been partnered with for a project at the beginning of the semester.

I tuned her out, just like I always did, as my eyes focused on what had been the object of my desire for several months now. I adjusted my glasses, trying to keep my stare discreet. I feared that I had become slightly obsessed with the guy who sat two rows in front of me.

With perfect brown hair and stunning blue eyes, Emmett McCarty was nothing short of beautiful. He played football, and though he had amazing muscular body that came with playing the sport, he was tall, lean, and well proportioned. I knew my attraction was nothing more than lust. He was more than likely just as dumb as the typical stereotype, something that didn't at all appeal me.

It doesn't hurt to admire the package, though, I thought wryly to myself, fighting back a small smile of amusement at myself.

Emmett's eyes were focused on the professor, his pencil tapping quickly against the notebook instead of taking notes. The artist in me noted the shades of red in his chocolate hair, the freckles that were barely visible across his cheeks, the angle of the shadows created by those dimples...

"Okay, quiz on Monday," Professor Howard interrupted my thoughts, and my eyes snapped away from Emmett and to the front of the room once more, "If you're late, please don't bother showing up at all. Have a good weekend."

Chairs shuffled noisily before everyone bolted out the door. As usual, I took my time, grabbing my history textbook, as well as several other suggested reading supplements for the class, most of which were from my own personal collection. My breathing hitched as I stood, noticing that Emmett and I were the only two left in the room. He slung his black backpack over his shoulder and strode from the room rather gracefully for a man of his size.

I admired the view as I followed behind him to the gym, where I had my next class. It certainly wasn't my favorite class. That alone was the reason I'd left it until my final year. It was a course I needed for graduation, which was absolutely ridiculous, and I knew, despite the mocking and taunting I would endure, I had no other choice than to participate in the class.

I changed for gym class and headed out to the court. My body went through the motions without my mind ever really concentrating on the game. My mind drifted to the notes of unwritten songs, of Emmett's dimpled smile, of the gig I was playing tonight with my band. There were so many more important things for me to be thinking about other than how people were running me over on the court or avoiding passing the ball to me. I was fortunate to make it through the hour relatively unscathed.

I quickly showered, not allowing my eyes to focus on any one thing in particular as made my way back to my assigned locker across the room.

"Hey, Whitlock."

I looked up to find one of the guys in my gym class, Jacob, flanked by another of my classmates, both of whom were large, jock-type football players. I wasn't surprised to see them staring at me with a familiar maliciousness. They'd both given me a difficult time on more than one occasion.

With my towel secured around my waist and only about twenty feet left between me and my locker, I tried to brush past Jacob with a mumbled "excuse me".

The air was knocked out of me before my mind processed the scene unfolding. Jacob's large hand pushed against my chest, forcing me into the lockers behind me. The locks that secured them, jammed painfully into my back. I closed my eyes for a long moment, taking in a deep breath before opening them to find his face only inches from mine. His dark brown eyes blazed with hatred, a hatred that I didn't understand.

"What'd you say, asshole?"

I took in another deep breath, not entirely sure of how to handle this situation.

"Look, man, I said excuse me. Please...just leave me alone."

That only resulted in a harder shove against the cold metal frame behind me.

"Listen, jackass. I don't like you," Jacob spat, his every word punctuated with aggression.

"Okay," I said calmly, though inside I was anything but, "I don't like you either, so why don't we just stay out of each other's way?"

The oaf growled at me.

"I don't stay out of anyone's way, fagot. Everyone stays out of mine."

"Ever so eloquent, Jacob," I replied, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

Pain shot through my face and reverberated through my entire head and neck as my mind registered a noisy thud. Jacob released me in the same moment, and I fell to the floor, hand grasping at my eye, now throbbing where his fist had made contact. I groaned, as he grabbed my arm and yanked me back up to my feet.

I braced myself for another blow as my mind whirled, unable to focus on one thing in particular as his arm wound up for the next punch. I squeezed my eyes shut on instinct, but when the contact never came, I forced my good eye open, shocked to see Emmett pulling Jacob away from me.

"Stop it, Jake. He's not worth it, dude. If you keep this up, you'll lose your scholarship."

His piercing blue eyes darted toward Jacob's massive friend.

"You, too, Paul. Just get the hell out of here, you guys. Walk away before you get in trouble."

Jacob's eyes never left mine, his stare burning through me, as he shrugged Emmett's hand off of his shoulder.

He pointed a finger at me.

"You're lucky, Whitlock, damn lucky that I'm not a spoiled, rich asshole like you, that I need my scholarship to stay here. Otherwise, you'd be in a world of hurt."

"Jacob," Emmett growled, "Leave. Now."

Jacob stalked out of the room, slamming the door open and into the wall. Paul followed close behind him, and for the second time that day, Emmett and I were left alone in a room.

I sighed, walking over to my locker, quickly turning the combination and opening the lock. As I retrieved my bag, I turned, surprised to find Emmett right behind me, his eyes focused on me. I swallowed the sudden and familiar desire that arose from within me.

"Um..." I started, my gaze falling to my sandal-clad feet. "Thanks..."

After a long moment, I forced myself to look back into his ice blue eyes. They were alight with a fire and an intensity that made my stomach flutter in a way that nothing, no one, ever had before. He nodded without breaking our gaze, and I found myself mesmerized for a moment.

He finally shook his head slightly and frowned.

"Hey, man...You're welcome. I'm sorry I didn't get to you before he hit you. Jake can be an asshole."

I huffed out a strange laugh of agreement.

"You're telling me."

"Why don't you sit down, Jasper."

My name coming from his lips caused something within my chest to lurch in a strange way. I studied his eyes for a moment before nodding and sitting on the wooden bench between rows of lockers. I looked up at him, and he smiled, his dimples bookmarking his amazing smile – it completely took my breath away.

"I'll be right back. Just going to grab you an ice pack, okay?"

I nodded dumbly as he jogged away.

Though my face throbbed in pain, my emotions were somewhat numb with shock and my thought process lulled. I'd never said so much as a word to Emmett prior to today, and within an hour's time, he had turned my world upside down. He'd stuck up for me, and he seemed to actually care about the way that I had been treated. I was stunned he had done so, because he really didn't have to.

It wasn't that I expected him to join in with his football buddies. He always seemed too friendly to be as obnoxiously aggressive or arrogant as Jacob and Paul and a few of the other guys that had given me a hard time in the past. Yet, he didn't exactly have to stick up for me either. He could have maintained a distance like everyone else. It left me with a strange sense of awe that he'd stood up against them, for me.

Emmett was back almost immediately, and sitting down right next to me, he handed me an ice pack with a wry smile.

"This'll help the swelling. Sorry to say you'll probably end up with a fairly decent shiner, though."

I swallowed hard and shrugged as I claimed the pack, wrapped in a thin towel, and gingerly placed it against my eye and cheekbone.

"You okay?"

I risked another glance at Emmett, and finally, I found it in me to offer him a smile. I was immediately rewarded with another of his, and my heart fluttered.

I swallowed.


"Hey," he said quietly, and I allowed my eyes to meet his gaze once more, "Those guys are jerks, man. Jake's got a nasty temper. He actually hit me just like that once."

"Yeah," I laughed humorlessly, "Probably not for the same reasons."

Emmett's half-smile immediately calmed me.

"Yeah, maybe not. Still, though...he's an ass, and he's never going to amount to anything. He's a brainless, senseless oaf."

I laughed again, but this time it was genuine. Emmett had used the same word that I had used to describe his caveman teammate just minutes before. Emmett joined in with a deep, melodic chuckle of his own.

"Honestly, Emmett," I said, standing to grab a tee shirt from my locker, suddenly feeling very exposed sitting next to him in only a towel, "I've had worse. I mean...it seems guys have something to prove once puberty hits. I've been dealing with this for a long time. I just don't know what to do about it anymore."

Emmett's eyes had only broken contact with my own when I slid my shirt over my head.

"Yeah, but you don't have to take that shit, man."

I looked at him skeptically, then down at my body as I slid my boxers and shorts on underneath my towel.

"It's not like I can physically defend myself against guys who are double my size."

Emmett smiled.

"Sure you can. It's just a matter of knowing how to take them down. Ever heard the phrase 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'?"

I couldn't hold back my smile.

"Of course."

He nodded.

"Let me show you."

Emmett proceeded to show me several strategies in bringing someone down, regardless of their size or weight. As I watched him, followed his example, and listened to him speaking, the gravitational force that pulled me to him only increased. I was impressed to find that Emmett was not the dumb jock I had assumed he was. He had a brain and a decent-sized IQ that he hid beneath the aloof, senseless man-bear that he often portrayed himself as. He raised valid points as he spoke with me, showing an eager passion to teach.

"Okay man, well, I'm gonna head out," Emmett said eventually.

I nodded, watching him walk away from me, gather his backpack, and walk out the door, turning only once before he pushed it open, nodding his head at me in farewell, and exiting into the hallway.

I sighed. I knew that ultimately, it didn't matter what he'd shown me, what he thought I could do, or what would help. This ridiculous harassment wouldn't stop as long as I was here. I held onto a hope that once I graduated, once I lived in a world of adults, the ridicule I'd come to expect from people would dissipate, or, in the very least, lessen.

With a uncharacteristic growl, my hand fisted, and I plowed it into the metal of my locker with a clang. Pain shot through my knuckles and up my arm, and I immediately cursed myself for such a stupid action as I shook my hand.

I groaned deeply.

Get it together, Jasper. You're better than this. Just work through it...

It was a pep-talk I'd gotten a little too used to over the years. Shaking my head and smiling at ridiculousness of this day, I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the locker room. I had better things to think about tonight, more important things to do than sulk.

I smiled, thinking about my guitar, about my music and my band. Music and art, my two loves, wove intricately within and around one another to become the only sanity I found in life. They understood me, when the people around me failed to see me for who I truly was.

I walked out to my truck with a lighter step, feeling better about everything as I sped away toward the club downtown. The band had played there several times before and we were finally beginning to see regulars attend our shows, mostly students from the university.


I was greeted by Arnold, the manager of the up-and-coming bar. He was short and pleasantly plump with a smile that could blind the sun.

I grinned at him.

"Arnie," I replied, grasping onto his outstretched hand and giving it a firm shake, "How are you?"

"Great! Your band is likely to up our sales tonight, so that makes me even better," he said with a chuckle.

His face fell.

"What happened to your eye, kid?"

I smiled, trying to keep my expression light.

"Ran into a fist, but don't worry about it. I'll be fine."

He slapped his hand on my shoulder with a nod before excusing himself to prepare for opening. I jogged to the stage to join my band.

"Hey guys," I greeted with a nod of my head, picking up my guitar that I'd had them bring in for me.

"Hey, Jas," responded Felix with his trademark, devious grin.

"Jas-man! What the hell happened to you, dude?"

I rolled my eyes at our drummer, Alec. It wasn't a story I cared to delve into right before our set started, so I shook my head at him while I tuned my guitar.

"Don't worry about it. Are Heidi and Kate coming tonight?"

Alec and Felix's girlfriends, respectively, came to nearly all of our shows. In our early days back during freshman year, they had cheered us on even when no one else showed.

"Yeah, they're around here somewhere," Alec responded, checking the settings on the amp.

It didn't take long for us to run through our sound checks and a quick couple of songs to warm up for the evening. As patrons began streaming through, I nodded first to Alec, then to Felix, and with a wordless language we'd mastered over our years of playing together, we began in perfect time.

There was nothing else like being on stage. With my guitar in hand, my fingers strumming notes first dreamed and created in my head and soul, nothing else mattered. I was free to be me on stage, everything else falling away as I played. My apprehensions and problems, my unanswered questions and confusions were all left far behind me as my soul manifested itself in words and melodies.

I smiled at the crowd, teasing them, enticing them to me with wide grins and winks. I absorbed their anticipation and excitement as the streams of people entered and the crowd increased. My voice carried the well-rehearsed words as my eyes scanned the ever-growing crowd, but my fingers nearly fumbled awkwardly against the strings of my guitar when my gaze landed on a familiar set of blue eyes, eyes focused directly on me.


My heart was suddenly pounding wildly, and I was questioning everything about the moment. Could I do this, play in front of him? Could I be okay with bearing my soul the way that I couldn't avoid when playing like this?

My mouth moved of its own accord, my lips curling into a smile. He smiled back at me, and my world suddenly disappeared as my focus narrowed to him and him alone.

His smile filled me with strange emotions that I'd never felt before and any misgivings that I'd had drifted to the back of my mind as I realized this was my stage. I could be who I wanted to be, a small part of me praying that just maybe he might like what he saw. I pushed the thought aside, instead grasping the head of my guitar eagerly as the chords fell from my fingertips.

As I called out to the crowd during the second bridge, the cheers and applause rising, a smirk played on my lips. My confidence soared with their reaction, reminding me of my capabilities, not only in my music, but with people. I watched Emmett's brow rise, questioning me, his lips moving into a small smile, and I knew I had his attention. I moved closer to the front of the stage, stepping away from the microphone, as Emmett moved toward the bar, his eyes never leaving me and his friend now lost in the crowd.

Leaning down towards the front row of the crowd, my fingers flew across the steel strings, playing out the notes I had not rehearsed. The band had been together long enough now that Alec and Felix were confidant to play along with me in perfect sync and harmony, as the notes filled the hall. Each string of notes woven together had been inspired by the nights I had spent fantasizing over Emmett standing before me, just like he was tonight. The tone of the notes altered, my fingers sliding up the fret board as the bluesy bars poured into the room around us.

My eyes focused once again on Emmett, his smile now replaced with a look of awe. I couldn't stop the smirk that danced across my lips. I was sure none of the football players could play a guitar, let alone freestyle, in front of so many people. I briefly wondered if he knew my tenor was directly inspired by his ice blue eyes and the desire they evoked within me. As his eyes met mine, I bowed my head to him, hoping he would take what he wanted from the small gesture, a thank you for earlier, or my intentions. Either way, I was so lost in the moment that I didn't exactly think through the consequences and simply allowed myself to enjoy the moment.

I stood upright, returning to the stage, my back to the audience, and Alec winked at me. I couldn't help but grin to myself. Sure, I was smug, but I knew that I had nailed the solo, and in front of Emmett, too. It was worth smiling over. My attraction toward Emmett was no secret to my band, not that I had flaunted it, but they had all known, and been subjected to my ramblings on more than one occasion. They also knew that I had never had the balls to do anything about it.

I turned back to the microphone, mustering all of the pride I had for myself in that moment, and sang out the final words of the last song of the evening. The air was electric, capturing the energy which circulated in the room, and I knew it had been one of our best shows yet. We smiled to our crowd, wishing them a great night as some of them headed toward the door, while others made their way to the bar.

The three of us worked quickly and efficiently at putting our instruments away, and I hoisted the strap of my guitar case over my shoulder and across my chest before making my way off stage.

"I'll catch you guys tomorrow for practice," I called to both Felix and Alec, who were now completely occupied with their girls.

They waved me off, lips too busy to call a farewell, and I smiled to myself as I turned toward the door. I stopped short when I noticed Emmett standing only feet away, directly in my path. He smiled a carefree, friendly smile that I couldn't help but return.

"That was awesome, Jasper," he said enthusiastically, causing my heart to race.

My grin widened.

"Thanks, man. I was surprised to see you here tonight."

He nodded over to a table in the corner, and I responded with a nod of my own, following him through the crowd and sitting across from him.

"Yeah, one of my buddies asked me to come with him tonight."

His eyes darted around the room before he continued.

"But I think he maybe hooked up with someone, because he's long gone. The asshole was my ride home."

I smiled, but didn't have a chance to speak before he continued.

"You sounded great up there! How long have you been playing?"

"I learned to play when I was five," I said with a grin, "The band has been together for about four years now."

He nodded.

"I play a little. I'm not very good, though."

Surprise flooded me for a moment before my mouth was speaking words my mind hadn't registered yet.

"That's awesome. I'd be happy to work with you, if you'd like. You're welcome to join our jam sessions or whatever."

His blue eyes studied mine intensely for a moment, causing me to wonder just what he was thinking.

"Yeah, that'd be great. You guys could play circles around me, though, I'm sure."

I shook my head with a smile.

"So, your eye doesn't look too bad tonight," Emmett said, the same concern flooding his features as had been there earlier that day.

Without thinking, I brushed my fingers against my slightly swollen eye and smiled.

"Yeah, it's not all that bad. Definitely had worse."

He grinned.

"Yeah, me, too."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, before turning serious once more, wanting him to understand how much I appreciated his efforts of the afternoon.

"Thank you for stepping in, Emmett. You didn't have to do that."

He waved a hand at me.

"Like I said, Jasper, Jake is an asshole, and he shouldn't have done that. You didn't provoke him or deserve that."

"Thanks," I said quietly, unsure of exactly what else to say.

Arnie made the last call for the bar loudly, though most of the crowd had already left. I glanced at Emmett, feeling slightly unsure of myself, but knowing that I didn't want this time to end just yet.

"Can I give you a ride home?" I asked, looking down at my hands before meeting his gaze again.

That same intense expression flooded his face once again as his eyes looked for something in my own. Finally he nodded with a smile more serious than any of his that I had seen before it. I grabbed my keys and my guitar and led him out the door and to the parking lot.


Emmett's POV

As I climbed into Jasper's truck, my mind raced with what had happened throughout the day. I still couldn't believe that I had finally spoken to him. After months of seeing him, wondering about him, hell, even fantasizing about him, I had finally been able to speak to him. I only regretted that it had taken Jake, the stupid bastard, and his aggression toward Jasper to finally kick my ass into action.

It wasn't like it was an easy thing for me to do, though. I had never even thought about another guy, let alone finding one as attractive and gravitational as I had found Jasper to be from the first moment I laid eyes on him all of those months ago. I had brushed it off at first, thinking it a weird, errant thought. The feelings didn't go away, though, and they'd soon caused me to question everything I'd known about myself.

It had been long enough that I had come to terms with my feelings about him. I didn't know him well enough to say I had feelings for him, but I'd watched him interact with others enough, listening to his knowledge fall from him in class, that I knew I wanted to know him, wanted him to like me like I liked him. The guys in my circle of friends called him a geek, and, honestly, he was one. Yet his knowledge, his skills in the arts, even his glasses only added to the massive attraction I had for him, the attraction that I couldn't explain away and that only grew as the days passed.

I wanted to say something to him, I did. I had wanted to for awhile now. I was so interested in him that I was willing to make that kind of life change, because not once had I ever found myself as interested and eager with a girl, with anyone, but I was man enough to admit that I was fucking scared. What if he wasn't interested in me like that? Surely he saw me just as I projected myself to be, a big, stupid jock whose sole focus in life was partying and pussy. I didn't want him, of all people, to see me like that.

Also keeping me from making a move right then and there, consequences be damned, was thinking of the reaction my family would have, my friends, hell, even the guys on the team—not that any of that should matter in my decision. I knew that it shouldn't, but it did.

"What's your major, Emmett?"

I was pulled from my thoughts by his smooth, deep voice, and almost melted at the sound of my name coming from his full lips. I wanted him to say it over and over while I basked in the sound. I'd really become a fucking girl since he'd come into my life.

I grinned at him.

"I've had about five majors in the last four years, but am finally settled on education with a minor in history."


He glanced at me before looking back at the road, his face covered in his surprise.

I chuckled.

"Why does that surprise you?"

He shrugged, his blond curls bouncing slightly with the movement.

"I don't know. It shouldn't, I guess. So, you like history then?"

I smiled in amusement.

"I really do. You must, too. I'm thinking World Government probably isn't an Art Theory requirement."

His eyes darted to mine again.

"H-how'd you know that?"

I inhaled deeply, directing him to turn onto my street before answering his question.

"They listed your major in the school paper last month. In that article that had the interview of your band."

"You read that?"

His incredulity surprised me. Was it so hard for him to believe that I found interest in him, in his band and his music? If I was honest with myself, of course, the answer to that question would be yes. Had I given him reason to think otherwise? At school I played my part of college quarterback, jock who had few interests outside of sports and parties.

I simply nodded as I pointed to my off-campus house – rent compliments of my parents, who deemed dorm life too distracting for my studies. If they only knew...

He pulled up to the curb, putting the truck in park, and we sat in silence for a few long moments as a war raged in my mind. I wanted him to know. I wanted to show him how I'd thought and felt these past few months and what his very presence did to me.

I glanced over at him to find his eyes on me, studying me in a strange and calm manner, looking through those black-rimmed glasses and the locks that fell onto his forehead. He pulled me to him with those green eyes, and pushing all other thoughts from my head, I leaned over the space separating us and pressed my lips tightly to his.

I was first struck by how soft his lips were, much softer than they looked, but so much more powerful than any pair I'd kissed before as he pressed them into mine with a soft moan. The sound simultaneously shot two separate signals to warring parts of my anatomy. One signal went straight to my cock, demanding an attention it never had before this day, a new attention, a new need. The second signal went to my mind sending off alarms throughout every logical part of me.

I pulled back immediately, my eyes darting to his. They were now heavy with need and lust but tinged with confusion and something else I didn't recognize.

"Shit," I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, before forcing myself to open them once more, "I'm sorry, Jasper. I...this...this isn't right. This isn't me. I'm not...look, I think I'm drunk. I had one too many drinks tonight, and I just...I'm sorry."

I forced myself to meet his gaze. The lust and want had disappeared, and in them I found something that terrified me worse than my confusion, his pain.

"So this was just a little experiment, Emmett? A stupid frat-boy dare? What, any gay guy would do? The first you stumbled across?" he laughed in a strange huff, shaking his head as my mind swirled with how to make this better, "You're no better than any of them, you know that? You say Jake is an asshole, Emmett, but you're so much worse. At least he came right out and said what he thought."

My stomach lurched violently as panic covered my senses. This wasn't right. I couldn't let this happen, not when I'd gotten so close to him, to tasting him, to wanting him so badly that I'd be willing to give up everything else for it, for him. I steeled myself. This was it. I couldn't toy with his emotions and I couldn't continue to go back and forth with my own intentions.

He kissed me back. He had to, on some level, want this as much as I did, as much as I had for the past several months. With that in mind, I made up my mind. He was who I wanted.

"No! Damn it," I sighed, making myself look into his eyes and the hurt that I had caused, "No. It's not like that. Jasper I...I really like you. I have for a long time now, and I...I don't know how to handle that, you know? I've never wanted a guy before you, and I will admit that it confuses the fuck out of me."

His eyes widened as they searched my own.

"You want me, Emmett?"

I swallowed hard. This was it; my defining moment of truth.

"Yes. It's not a joke; it's not a game. I've never felt this way about anyone, Jasper."

He didn't respond as his eyes focused only on mine. After a long moment of intense, deafening silence, I tentatively reached my hand out to his.

"Will you come inside?"

With my choice already solidified and knowing what implications rested in my words, I took in a deep breath. There would be no turning back from this moment in my life, no reversing the enormous change that had jolted within me when my lips met his, no walking away from this man who'd pulled me in unlike anyone before him ever had.

Jasper finally smiled, a smile that lit his entire face and the atmosphere around us.

"Yeah," was all he said, squeezing my hand before turning to exit the truck.

I led him into the house, turning lights on as I went. My body shook with nerves I hadn't ever felt before, and I showed him the first floor of the house, unsure of what to do next. I know what I wanted, what I needed, but how to get from point A to point B left me completely lacking the confidence I held in every other aspect of my life.

"Um, this is my room."

I was practically stuttering as we stepped to the doorway, and I risked a glance at him.

He smiled, pushing me against the door. His hand wrapped softly around the back of my neck before pulling me into him, his lips working against mine with a passion I had never felt from another before him. I couldn't stop my moan from falling out of my chest and into his open mouth. He groaned in response, pushing more tightly against my body, our breathing becoming desperate and ragged.

After an incredible moment suspended in time with his lips and body pressed into my own, he pulled back from me, his eyes ablaze with a fire that made my stomach tighten in need. I bit my lip, smiling at him as I pulled his glasses from his face, setting them on my dresser just inside the door.

As my heart pounded wildly, I let my fingertips trace his face, his purple eye, his cheeks and defined, square jaw. He was truly beautiful, a work of art in and of himself. This time, it was I who leaned into him, pressing my lips back against his once more. This kiss was different, it was softer, yet had an added intensity that I couldn't process.

I pulled back from him and smiled slightly.

"Can...can you give me just a minute?" I asked breathlessly, looking into his eyes.

He returned my smile and nodded without speaking. I nodded before quickly darting into my bathroom and closing the door behind me. I leaned against the door, taking in a few deep breaths as the reality of the situation swarmed around me with a nervous excitement I'd never experienced before.

Before I could process my own actions, I was nervously going through my medicine cabinet. I had no idea of what I was looking for, or even why I was looking, but I scanned the contents within until my eyes focused on a tub of Vaseline. Upon processing what it was and its many uses, my heart was pounding wildly again as I grasped onto it.

Now what? Should we use this? What the fuck do we do with it?

Oh, I had a good idea what to do with it, alright, but whether or not I was wholly prepared for that scenario was another thing. I stood staring at the damn tub wondering how the hell to even approach the subject. It had taken me long enough to even find the courage to get him in the damn house.

A long, lean arm weaved around my waist as a second hand slid down from my shoulder, down past my elbow, to my outreached hand, the sensation of his hands against my skin pulling me from my thoughts. I watched as Jasper's fingers laced through my own, my hand releasing the tub wordlessly into his grip. He pressed his lips against my shoulder, his eyes alight with desire and meeting mine in the mirror in front of us.

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Despite what you think, that's not what we use."

My mouth opened, but I couldn't find the words to defend my actions. I was once again embarrassed, wishing I had more experience or knowledge of what was happening. Jasper's arm remained wrapped around my waist as he placed the offending item back on the cabinet shelf. Every inch of his body pressed against mine as he leaned forward, and I couldn't help but moan under his touch as hips grazed across my ass.

Rather than what I had expected, he didn't pull back once the item was placed back on the shelf. Instead, his hands now placed firmly on my hips, he forced me around to face him, pulling my hips forward to meet his. Jasper ground against me, his erection painfully hard against my hip bone, and we both let out a deep, guttural moan on impact. His lips crashed against my own as his tongue invaded my mouth, and I relished the sweet taste of him. His lips were soft, gentle even, but were unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The force of the passion behind them weakened any hesitations I might have had as his mouth worked furiously against my own.

Somewhere in our lust-filled haze, my shirt was pulled over my shoulders, catching over my head as Jasper clawed to free me of the obstructions in our way. I pushed the shirt away, catching his hand in my own as I met his eyes once the shirt was discarded. They were vibrant, filled with a fiery passion as we stood, panting heavily, and I couldn't look away from his piercing gaze.

I swallowed hard as I took in his appearance, my chest rising and heaving in time with Jasper's. Even though his glasses added a certain finesse to his looks, they hid his perfect features, his slim, defined nose, high cheekbones and pouted lips. I couldn't help but admire the fierce determination that spread across face, so full of passion as we held each other's gaze.

Jasper broke through my thoughts as he pulled his shirt over his body in one fluid motion, his curls falling haphazardly across his eyes with a wild abandon. He glanced up at me from under them, and I almost came undone with the desire he projected from that look alone. His leonine frame glistened under the dim lighting of the bathroom, and his chest continued to rise and fall as he took short, hard breaths.

I reached forward and was met by his hand wrapping around my neck, pulling me to him, his hands fisting through my hair with the same desperation as just moments before. We groaned in to each other's open mouths as our tongues thrashed violently, any hesitation within me now completely gone.

Jasper's hands clasped around mine, pulling me even closer. Our lips were still connected as we knocked into the door, stumbling forward into my bedroom. Our hands collided frequently as we both tried to grasp at each other's bare chests, skin, necks and hair, anything we could get our sweaty palms on.

Just as I leaned forward again, Jasper pulled back and met my eye. His eyes darted back and forth between my own, searching for something within me. I didn't know what he was looking for, but he must have found it, for he let go of my hands and moved away, signaling silently for me to stay where I was.

Jasper strode across the room, looking more confident than I had ever seen him before, and reached down to his bag, lifting it up to the desk where I had spent so many nights studying. I admired his lean muscles as he opened the bag, pulling out a spare hoodie and throwing it aside. Something within me jolted as I watched him, so comfortable and so at ease in my room. Content with whatever he found inside the bag, he tossed it back to the floor by his discarded sweatshirt and turned to me, looking over his shoulder with another devilish smirk on his face.

He waved a small bottle in his hand.

"This is what we'll be using."

I swallowed. "Oh," was all I could reply, rather lamely.

He passed me the bottle, and I took it, unsure of exactly what I should be doing with it.

"You carry this around with you?" I asked, a little amused, yet also slightly creeped out.

I turned the bottle over in my hand with the brief thought that it looked like something a chick would use.

"Boy butter? You're shittin' me, right?"

He laughed.

"Don't knock it till you try it."

I swallowed. His words caused my stomach to shift nervously. He stepped forward, taking the bottle from my hand and throwing it onto the bed as he looked into my eyes. Unsure of what to say or do next, my eyes questioned his, a hint of hesitation clouding my judgment. He cupped my check, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning into his touch.

His eyes blazed a familiar passion.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, Emmett, but I'll look after you. I won't do anything you don't want to do, but I can't promise to be gentle."

He brought his lips to mine.

"Just tell me if you need me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?"

I nodded dumbly, his whisper sending a shiver of pleasure throughout my body as his lips pressed against mine.

Jasper's lips moved from my mouth and across my face, down to my neck, biting, nipping and sucking every inch of skin in his path. His hands moved around my chest and stomach, working me into a frenzy before eventually moving to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants as he knelt down before me. I inhaled a sharp breath of air as I realized that this was it–there was no turning back. My resolve had set in some time ago, but it didn't settle my nerves any when he drew down my pants, revealing all of me.

He tapped my inner thigh, signaling me to step out of my jeans, before I was fully aware that I was standing butt fucking naked in front of Jasper fucking Whitlock.

He glanced up at me from under his curls.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted to taste you, Emmett."

My stomach tightened as my dick twitched, and without waiting for any further response, he wrapped his lips around the shaft of my cock, taking me in as far as his mouth could fit. I groaned as the warmth enveloped me, and my hand instinctively fisted through his hair, pulling him closer to me as his tongue swirled around the thick inches at the base of my dick before thrusting out and back into his mouth. He worked my length over, sheathing me in warmth. As he finally pulled back for air, his hands replaced where his lips had been, working and weaving around the thick length, and I groaned once again.

"Fuck, you taste good," he moaned, staring up at me, "I want you to watch me while I suck your cock...but not here. I want you on the bed."

I followed his request without question, still feeling exposed and vulnerable. I lay on the bed, on my back, unsure exactly what to do next. Jasper stood at the end of the bed watching me, his eyes never leaving mine as he whipped off his belt and undid his pants at a casual pace. I took in his form, and another wave of lust crashed upon me. Fully removing his pants and setting them aside, he took his dick in his hand, stroking himself slowly in front of me.

I couldn't help but groan.

Fuck, he looks hot...

Jasper placed the small foil packet against his teeth, tearing it open before before sheathing his cock in the latex glove. He knelt against the base of the bed, before bringing his shoulders down and resting his fists against the bed. His eyes remained focused on my own as he took the first steps towards me, with a cat like prowl he moved forward. His shoulders rolled as he moved, and I couldn't help but feel as though he was stalking toward me, as though I were his prey laying motionless on the bed, trapped under his lustful gaze.

Pushing my legs apart, Jasper slid his hands up the inside of my thighs and once again took me in his mouth. I groaned, still completely taken aback by the warm sensations. I'd had blow jobs countless times before this, yet nothing had been close to feeling like this. It was as if he knew exactly how much pressure I needed, exactly where I wanted – no, needed – his tongue, his teeth, and his lips. His tongue lavished the pre-cum away from the tip of my cock as my hands lifted to move his head further down my length. His arms restrained my own against the bed, before he swallowed me whole. I forced back any hesitation I felt, allowing myself to surrender to the moment, to him.

Jasper's hands wove around the base of my shaft, and I knew if he kept the momentum up, I wouldn't last long. My knees jerked in response as his tongue lapped at my balls, and my eyes rolled back in my head. It was the sweetest of tortures, and I tried not to focus on his incredible movements but on lasting longer than I thought humanly possible.

Before I realized what was happening, Jasper's hands slid under my ass, lifting my hips to his face as he swallowed me further.

"Fuck," I said in a moan, my fists tightening in his curls.

He hummed against me, his teeth grazing against my shaft. It was as though his tongue was everywhere at once, and I couldn't anticipate his next move. His hands squeezed my ass firmly, coaxing a moan from deep inside my chest.

I wanted to see him, to watch as he ravished me. Trying to lean forward to watch what was happening, an expert lick or flick of the tongue would send my head back against the pillow with a guttural moan from my mouth, and a part of me gave up trying to see what was happening as his head bobbed before me, coaxing me to give in to him fully.

One of Jasper's hands slid to my thigh, raising my slightly shaking leg above his shoulder as his hands made quick work of seeking out every inch of my newly revealed skin. Dragging his fingers down past my balls I let out another deep, guttural moan. No woman had ever touched me in such a way. He was rough, yet completely tender as his fingers traced the delicate line down my backside. I shivered in pleasure and anticipation.

I barely registered the squirting noise; my attention was completely focused on the sensations caused by his hand. My focus gained clarity, my heart pounding wildly when I felt his fingers tapping at my backdoor. Jasper began slowly massaging my entrance, and I couldn't keep my nerves from escalating rapidly as his finger dipped in and out of me lightly. My mind started spinning as I stretched to accommodate his intrusion.

Jasper's head rose, although his fingers continued to work in slow, steady circles.

"You need to relax, Emmett. You know I would never hurt you."

His soft voice and his piercing eyes held the depth of his sincerity, and I couldn't help myself from reaching forward and brushing away his hair from his now darkened, bruised eye. I brushed my fingertips against his cheek softly; brushing away his curls as guilt suddenly saddened me. I hadn't been around to protect his earlier, and I should have been.

When my fingertips grazed his jaw, his eyes darkened with lust, and he finally slide one finger fully inside of me, stroking me in a way I had never felt before. As I focused on the feelings that he was causing, the sheer pleasure that overtook my entire body, I leaned back against the pillow, submitting to the new sensations with another moan.

Fuck it feels good...

"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass, Emmett."

I swallowed hard, refusing to open my eyes, my fear and insecurities again flooding over me.

"I—I...don't know. I—"

"Tell me what you want, Emmett," he said softly, "Do you want me or not? I'll walk out the door right now if you want me to. I will stay if you want me to, but I have to know this is what you want, that I'm what you want."

"Yes," I breathed out, my eyes still closed.

"Yes, what, Emmett? Yes, you want me to stay, or yes, you want me to leave?"

I opened my eyes, focusing on his, and let out a deep guttural moan at the lust still swimming within them.

"I want you to stay, Jasper."

Jasper rolled his eyes.

"Okay, but do you want me to fuck you or not?"

I groaned again.

"I want you to fuck me, Jasper."

He shot me a cocky grin.

"I know you do. I just wanted to hear it."

He chuckled.

"I told you it would feel good, but you need to ease up."

I laughed nervously, not sure what else to do in the situation. He stopped his ministrations, removing his hand from me, and I was surprised to find that I missed the attention. Jasper crawled across the bed and over my body, leaning on his forearms which now lay either side of me. I sucked in a breath, nearly taken away by the closeness of him as he leaned forward, his face just inches from mine. I reached up to meet his lips with a passion I had never felt before. After a long moment, he pulled back slightly, his eyes now softer, the green pools somehow lighter as he watched me.

"I've always wanted you, Emmett. You're beautiful, and you don't even know it."

His gaze bore into me with such intensity as he gently traced the lines on my face.

"I've wanted this for so long, but I know this is all new and different for you. I'm trying to take this slowly, but it's hard when all I want to do is fuck you senseless, and I will, Emmett, just not tonight."

Something jolted within me at the prospect of another night with Jasper.

"I feel the same, Jas. I didn't...I just—I don't know...this is all so new to me..."

He nodded, offering me a dazzling smile.

"I know, and I'll take care of you, Emmett. I promise."

He kissed my forehead before pulling back and sitting upright. His words filled me with comfort, and I somehow knew that he would, in fact, take care of me. His eyes held a pool of emotions, confirming his words, and after a long moment, he pulled away completely and reached down over the bed, retrieving the 'boy butter'.

Kneeling in front of me, Jasper squeezed a generous amount of lubrication into his hand before applying it to himself. I was suddenly anxious again; unsure of what was to happen next. Obviously, I knew what was to happen next, but once again, the finer details and logistics were lost on me…

Jasper leaned forward once again, resuming his position and with his free hand, he adjusted my legs so they were wrapped around his shoulders. As he moved closer to me, his lips brushed against my own. This kiss was softer, slower, and just as my mind focused on the softness of his tongue against mine, I felt him at my entrance.

His eyes focused on mine.

"It'll be okay, Emmett. Just stay calm and stop me if you need to, okay?"

I nodded, taking a deep, calming breath. My breath was somewhat constricted as my knees pushed against my chest, but I was able to clear my head and focus on how badly I wanted this, wanted him.

Jasper pushed forward, the tip of his hardened cock edging into me, slowly stretching me. He pulled my legs higher, opening me up further, and although uncomfortable, it wasn't painful. I found myself moving my hips upwards to encourage him further into me. Something rooted deep within me longed to be fully connected with Jasper, and as his hips rocked gently back and forth, delving deeper into me, I couldn't help but moan as he finally filled me.

The sensation was entirely new and different as he gently slid in and out of me, my body wrapping tightly around his cock. He leaned forward once more, kissing me with passion. My palms padded his back, pulling Jasper's ass closer, thrusting him deeper into me before he was finally seated fully within me. His actions stilled, his forehead resting against my own for a long moment, our breaths short and needy. I wanted more, I needed more, but I didn't have the confidence to voice my desires.

Jasper's inquisitive stare caught my eye.

"Are you okay?"

I swallowed.

"I'm fine."

Jasper's hips began to rock again as his thrusts increased in speed and depth, and I wanted his every inch filling me. His breathing hitched as I pulled him closer to me, deeper, as sweat beaded across my brow. He grunted, and I moaned in return as we relished being so close together. My aching cock now pressed against his stomach, and with each thrust he made, his tight, taunt abs, stroked me hard, trapping my cock between our bodies. My hands grasped onto his shoulders as I forced myself against him, my body folded in on itself, as he continued to thrust into me. The familiar feeling building within me, combined with the utterly new sensation of Jasper inside me, blew my mind away. I knew I couldn't last much longer.

With one final, deep thrust, Jasper groaned my name, his face twisted in pleasure. His expression, his voice grunting my name, his length filling me, and his body rubbing against my dick were all too much for me to fight against. I came hard against his stomach, before his body fell on top of me. His head rested against my shoulders, which were now taught as pleasure coursed through me. His hands grabbed at the pillows around me, and I pulled him down further onto me, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my lips to his shoulder as we rode out our climaxes together, our bodies melded as one. Our breathing was completely out of sync and coming in short sharp bursts as the enormity of the situation crashed around me.

We held each other tightly for a long moment, before Jasper finally pulled out of me. He finally fell backward against the bed next to me, discarding the condom in the bin beside my bed. I rolled over on my side to face him, finally free to move my legs as I took a deep breath. I gently stroked his face as I watched him come down from his high, entirely entranced by his features, now glowing softly. His eyes were closed, a small smile playing on his lips, and I couldn't help the grin from spreading across my face. He was perfect.

His eyes opened and his smile widened.

I grinned again.

"So, about this next time?"

Jasper glanced at me from under his curls.

"What about it?"

I smirked, looking deep into his eyes. "Is that when I get to fuck you?"


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