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Warning: This is still a spank!fic. It contains EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT... and an occasional sprinkling of plot-like elements and lame Twilight references. If this is not your cup of tea and/or if you are not of legal age. PLEASE STOP READING NOW.

A/N: The schmoopy, love-filled author's note is at the end, but I do have to thank OnTheTurningAway and coolbreeeze for their awesome beta work on this chapter. They complete me.

JPOV - Two months later.

Nothing ever changed inside Newton's.

I mean, Kobe Bryant ads got replaced with LeBron James ads and sleeping bag technology kept making bags with lighter materials.

But the idiotic clientele never stopped.

I spent the first half hour of my shift arguing with a woman about the difference between regulation men's and women's basketballs.

I came damn near close to snapping until I finally said, "Look, ma'am, you're just going to have to trust that I know more about balls than you do."

She didn't notice my slip, but I couldn't wipe the smirk off my face as she paid for the equipment. I guess she either believed in my knowledge of balls or realized that she was going to be late to whatever summer camp shit she was trying to run.

After that, things slowed down. The heat wave we'd been having for the past few weeks meant that camping wasn't a top priority for tourists, and all the back to school shipments had already been unloaded.

I was dusting fucking shoe boxes when Mr. Newton called me up to the front of the store. He was talking on the phone, apologizing for leaving whoever was on the other line on hold, when he handed me a piece of paper that read: "Go home early. We don't need you today."

I could have used the money, but the idea of staying in that store having nothing to do but clean for five straight hours was unappealing, so I clocked out and took off.

My phone started ringing as soon as I pulled into my driveway. For a second, I thought it was going to be work, suddenly overrun by a rabid girl scout troop looking for flashlights so they could pretend they were actually camping.

But it wasn't work. It was Edward.

What the hell? Did this mean he was back in the States?

"Hello, Jasper," his voice was raspy.

"Hey," I said slowly, still a little surprised by his call.

"I'm on a layover in JFK."

"I thought you weren't coming back until next week."

"We finished the project early and I was starting to get bored."

"So you're coming back to Forks instead of hitchhiking through Europe or whatever it is you rich kids do when left to your own devices?"

"Once you've fucked one prostitute in Amsterdam, you've fucked 'em all."

"Liar."

"What makes you think I'm lying?"

"You'd never have to pay for sex."

Edward snorted, "Good point."

"Yeah, don't let it go to your head."

"Look, my flight's about to board, so I'll be landing in six hours," he said hesitantly.

"Just spit it out, Edward."

"Come pick me up?" he asked.

"Well, normally I'd be at Newton's right now, but by some happy coincidence I got let out of work early and was able to take your call."

"Imagine that," Edward said thoughtfully.

I wondered what he had done. I had no doubt in my mind that Edward had the power to get Mr. Newton to let me go early.

"My parents are in Seattle right now, so I could take a cab over to their condo," Edward said. I had learned over the course of the summer that the Cullens kept an apartment in the city. "But, I want to go home to Forks," Edward finished, his voice almost sounding like a pout.

"It's a long ass drive, what's in it for me?" I asked.

"Like I really need to tell you. My ass? Your hands?" Edward responded immediately, the hesitation gone from his voice. I wondered if anyone was nearby to overhear him.

"All right, fine," I said. "But only because I have other shit to do in the city."

It wasn't entirely true, but I did have things I could do in the city before going to Sea-Tac. There were a few music shops and bookstores I knew about. I also just wanted to get a feel for the city.

As I drove, I tried not to be excited about seeing Edward again, but when he mentioned his ass and my hands, I couldn't help it. I had literally been dreaming about the feeling of his perfect round ass under my hand, turning pink with my touch.

We had kept in touch over the summer a little via e-mail. He would send me hilarious emails as he compared the people he was working with to the students of Forks High. Apparently the British version of Emmett worked in the lab where Edward was doing research, and one day I had gotten a message that just said, "I now understand the phrase 'Bull in a china shop.'"

It was weird. It was like we really were friends.

One day he sent me a link to upload a video. I had no idea what it was going to be, but I was not expecting to see naked Edward when I opened it. It wasn't just naked Edward; it was Edward jerking off while fucking himself on the dildo I gave him. Needless to say, my hand worked over my own dick to that video more than once.

I ended up having to buy a webcam of my own. Edward was busy and I didn't have much privacy at home, but being able to watch Edward, live, getting on his knees and slapping his own ass with one hand while fisting his cock with the other made for much better jerk off sessions.

I didn't know if he'd want to see me when he got back or just cut his losses. Even though he hadn't told me where he was going to college, I knew it wasn't going to be anywhere in Washington. Edward was too smart. He needed to be at some ivy league school with a crew team and a fucking sweater tied around his shoulders.

Either way, I was looking forward to at least fucking him into oblivion a few times before he left.

I got to Seattle early and drove around for awhile, taking in the neighborhoods around UW's campus. I stopped at a couple bookstores before getting on I-5 and heading down to Sea-Tac.

I pulled into short-term parking and flipped open my phone. Edward's plane had just landed, or at least I surmised it from a text message that read, "Why does it take people so fucking long to get off a plane?" I headed toward baggage claim.

The passengers from his flight hadn't gotten off yet, so I started pacing around baggage claim. I must have looked suspicious or some shit, because a homeland security guard started eyeing me. I was about to go ask him what his fucking problem was when a pair of hands came up in front of my eyes and a familiar body pressed against my back.

"Really, Edward?" I scoffed. "You want to play peekaboo?"

He laughed as I spun around, but before I could say anything his arms were wrapped around me and his nose was digging into the crook of my neck.

He mumbled something that sounded a lot like "Tu me manquais."

"What was that?" I asked.

"Learn French," was his response.

It was then that I heard some asshole mutter "faggots." I pulled away from Edward and turned around to see the offending bastard. To make matters worse, he was holding the hand of a boy who couldn't have been older than five.

"Look," I said loudly, before leaning in close enough that his kid couldn't hear. "Where I stick my dick isn't any of your business."

His eyes widened, but he seemed to realize that I wasn't going to back down. Edward's hand clamped down on my arm and he started pulling me to the other side of the baggage carousel.

"Come on. I'm not posting bail," he said.

"I would never hit first," I insisted.

"My jaw begs to differ," he retorted.

"You always provoked me."

"Not physically," he insisted.

I raised an eyebrow at him. I clearly remembered fights between us that started with Edward landing the first blow.

"Okay, not always physically," he corrected. "I still don't see how this is different."

"You're just a special case," I smirked.

The luggage started to arrive then, effectively ending the argument, and our task turned to watching for Edward's small army of suitcases.

Eventually we had all of his shit and made it back to my truck. After I secured it all in the bed, I started heading for the driver's side.

"Jasper, wait," Edward called to me.

"What is it?"

He licked his lips as he took three steps toward me, then reached out and grabbed the front of my shirt. He tugged me toward him and I let myself be pulled until he was pressing his lips to mine.

They were just like I remembered them, warm and pliable and insistent. I let him shove his tongue into my mouth while I turned our bodies until Edward was pressed up against my truck.

A growl came from his throat, making his lips vibrate.

His left hand was still fisted in my shirt, but his right hand started tugging at my hair. I couldn't help letting a small moan escape, but luckily the roar of a plane taking off drowned it out.

We ended the kiss when a car driving by honked at us. They had a peace sign bumper sticker, though, so I assumed it was a friendly honk.

"I needed that," Edward whispered as I stepped back from him. I wasn't sure if he meant for me to hear.

I unlocked his door and walked around to the driver's side. As soon as we pulled out of the lot, Edward leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"You mind if I take a nap?" he asked. "I slept like shit on the plane."

"Go ahead," I said. I wondered what he would have done if I said I minded. He looked dead on his feet, but I thought that if asked him to try and stay awake, he probably would have.

I drove in silence for the next couple hours. Rush hour traffic kept me occupied, and I tried not to shout at all the shitty drivers so as not to wake Edward.

"You still going to UW?" Edward's voice startled me. I hadn't heard him stir awake. For a second I thought he was talking in his sleep, but when I glanced his way, his eyes were alert.

"Yeah, I think I've almost persuaded my mom to move to Seattle. There's a better school for 'special needs' students here." It was a regular public high school, but one that had a top special education program. I assumed that they'd be smart enough to figure out that Peter didn't actually need special education. His development was a little stunted, but the only thing holding him back mentally was my mother's coddling.

"You know my dad could get her a job at the nursing home connected to the hospital."

"I don't think I could ask you to do that."

"My father loves throwing his name around. It wouldn't be any trouble."

"Then I'd feel like I owe him."

Edward put a hand up. "Say no more."

We settled into silence for a while. I wanted to ask Edward what his plans were. I knew he had been debating between Johns Hopkins, Berkeley, MIT and Harvard. He literally could go anywhere he wanted, but apparently he had to be calculating about where he chose to get his undergrad degree. I didn't understand his explanation, but apparently getting a B.S. was purely a stepping stone in the education of Edward Cullen.

It frightened me sometimes how smart he was.

I tried not to let him know that though.

"So did you decide where you're going yet?"

Edward sighed heavily before answering.

"I'm going to Berkeley."

"You sound thrilled," I retorted.

"I am," he said more brightly. "Really. Their program is both prestigious and the most amenable to the research I'm doing. I worked with a professor from there this summer."

"So what's wrong?"

"I haven't told my parents yet."

"Oh," I said knowingly.

"Most parents would be ecstatic that their child isn't moving all the way across the country," he muttered.

That's when it hit me.

Berkeley.

He wasn't leaving the west coast.

Edward was pensive until we reached Forks. I wasn't going to prod him about it. How he dealt with his fucked up parents wasn't any of my business.

As we drove through the main street in Forks, Edward sat up and started looking out the window like a kid going to Disneyland for the first time.

"What?" I asked.

"It's stupid," Edward started. "The whole concept of feeling at home somewhere is probably completely contrived, but believe it or not, I missed this place."

I wondered if I would miss Forks after I left. Unlike Edward, I really hadn't ever left Forks other than to stay with my dad in Port Angeles. I couldn't imagine missing it, though.

"So, do you want to stop to see the new 'Back to School' display at the grocery store?" I teased.

"Nah, I think that's an experience better suited for after I get a good night's sleep. I don't want to miss anything."

"You'd better not be falling asleep yet. I didn't pick your ass up from the airport for free."

"I was actually hoping you'd put me to sleep," Edward replied suggestively.

I hit the gas pedal a little harder and Edward laughed. About five minutes later I was turning onto the Cullen's long driveway. I wanted to order Edward to get out of the car, go up to his room and get naked, but then I remembered that we had to carry in all his luggage. As soon as I set the suitcases I was carrying down by the front door, I knew I couldn't wait any longer. Let Edward carry the damn things up to his room on his own time.

"Drop the bags and pull your pants down, Edward."

The bags he was carrying hit the floor with a thud and his hands flew to the buttons on his fly. He shoved them down his thighs along with his briefs revealing his hardening dick to me.

But I didn't want his dick right now.

"Bend over the stairs," I ordered.

He turned around surprisingly gracefully and took a few small steps to the stairs. Then he leaned forward and grabbed a stair, pushing his ass back on display.

Fuck if it wasn't perfect.

His skin was pale and smooth, his cheeks round and firm.

I needed it.

I rushed to stand behind him then got down on my knees and grabbed a piece of his fleshy ass with my teeth. Edward moaned as I bit down on his skin, sucking it hard through my teeth. I pulled away with a satisfying smacking sound. Then licked a stripe up the cheek, soothing away any pain I caused.

I grabbed both cheeks with my hands, making Edward hiss. Then I ran a second stripe with my tongue, this time up his crack, lingering on his hole, but not pushing it inside.

I needed release.

I stood quickly and grabbed his ass in both hands again.

"You want this, don't you, Edward?"

He nodded emphatically, "Yes, please."

"Happy to oblige," I said.

Then I let my right hand fly against his right cheek.

"Yes," he cried out.

I hit his left cheek with my second strike.

"Oh fuck, I missed this," he panted.

I responded with another slap to his left cheek, telling him what I couldn't say in words. That I missed this too.

I tried to wait between each spank, to let the sting from my hand fade before adding to it again, but it was hard to be patient.

By the sixth spank, Edward was chanting, "Missed this. Missed this so much."

I let the next series of four blows land quickly, until I was positive that Edward's ass was burning with the red sting.

"Fuck," he howled at the tenth blow.

"Want to fuck you," I said in a low voice. I was already practically panting.

"Yes," he hissed.

He pushed himself up to stand and turned around.

"I need you to fuck me, Jasper," he had tears welling up in his eyes as he was trying to hold off his orgasm. He started to shake his head, "I can't- I can't..."

I had no idea what he was trying to say. I cut him off my mashing my lips onto his. He guard was completely down now and he looked fucking lost. I plundered his mouth with my tongue, pushing against his body, silently directing him to climb.

I pulled his pants back up enough that he could walk, but he fumbled with my belt buckle as we went up the stairs, trying to get me out of mine.

I kept my hands out of his way by keeping one in his tangled hair that he had let grow out while in England and the other at the base of his neck, directing his head, keeping his lips pressing frantically against mine.

He had successfully gotten my dick out by the time we reached the top of the stairs, and he stroked it tentatively as I guided him into his bedroom. For all his genius, sometimes I forgot how little experience he actually had touching another guy's junk.

I was so fucking turned on though, even his clumsy hand was the greatest feeling in the world.

I pushed him onto the bed, hard enough that he bounced a little, before I climbed on top of him and pressed my body against his. I clamped my teeth down on his neck, sucking at the crook. The next time he saw mommy and daddy dearest, I wanted him to look claimed.

"Jasper, yes," he gasped as I moved my lips to his Adam's apple.

I let go and sat back, damn near ripping his jeans and shoes off his body.

"Shirt," I ordered, as I hurried over to Edward's bedside table, ripping open the drawer and fishing out the lube and a condom.

He was naked when I returned, his shirt in a messy heap with the jeans.

"Knees up, feet on the bed."

He complied immediately.

I wasted no time, stretching Edward and lubing him up with my fingers.

"Please," he panted as I added a third finger.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

I freed my fingers and sheathed my cock, coating it in lube. Then, I put my hands on each of his knees and pushed on them, bringing them up near his chest, folding him so his asshole was in just the right spot.

I pushed into Edward slowly. He was tight as sin and really fucking hot. I pulled out a little before pushing back in, deeper this time, slowly filling Edward until he was used to my cock. I could always tell when he was ready to be fucked because he relaxed just so.

I pulled all the way out and pushed back in hard.

"Fuck," Edward shouted. "More!"

Normally I would have chastised him for what sounded more like an order than a request, but it was what I wanted. I needed more.

I pounded in and out, fucking Edward into the mattress. I was unrelenting with my pace, two months of absence motivating each hard thrust.

I wasn't going to last long, but it didn't matter. Edward was biting down on his lip so hard, I wondered if he was going to leave marks.

"You're going to make me come, Edward," I growled. "Do you want to come too?"

He nodded but didn't speak.

"Say it," I ordered.

"Let me come, Jasper. I want to come. Please." he cried out desperately.

"Okay," I said.

I grabbed his cock in my hand. I had barely tightened my fist around him before he was erupting all over it. Spurts of cum were painting his chest.

Seeing Edward lose it was a ridiculous turn on, and it only took a few more rapid-fire thrusts before I was exploding. Bright spots of color flashed as I shot my wad into the condom, Edward's channel still throbbing around me.

Exhaustion hit me immediately, but I managed to pull out of Edward and flop down beside him instead of smothering him with my weight.

We lay panting, allowing our breathing to even and pulses to return to normal. I knew I should probably do something to alleviate the sting I left on Edward's ass, but I just couldn't move.

I'm pretty sure I dozed off for a few minutes, because Edward's voice startled my eyes open.

"If you tell me not to see anyone else, I won't."

"What are you talking about, Edward?" I asked.

"When we go to school. I won't fuck anyone else if you tell me not to," he insisted, and the sincerity in his voice was unmistakable.

"I'm not going to tell you that. I'm not your keeper," I said immediately. I wasn't in charge of Edward outside of what happened when we were actually alone.

"What would you say if I told you that I wasn't going to anyway."

"I'd say that it's both a blessing and curse that you found a commanding sex god like me at such a young age. Look at you. A taste of my cock, and I've put you off both other cocks and pussy," I looked over at him with a smirk.

Edward laughed but didn't deny it.

He grew silent again, which gave me a minute to think about it. I honestly didn't like the idea of anyone else touching Edward's ass or spanking him. I guess I wouldn't know if it would bother me until I knew it was happening. Edward could do whatever he wanted. I wondered if he was serious about not being with anyone else.

Again, he interrupted my train of thought.

"If you want to fuck anyone else, well, I can deal with it. It can't be that hard to find someone in Seattle who has your particular, uh, persuasion."

I snorted immediately.

I had looked. I found all kinds of spanking websites and quickly learned that there were people with all kinds of fetishes who were willing to meet up with people they met on the internet. The thing was, I didn't want someone who would just submit to me and let me spank them. It wasn't just about any kind of power or control. It was about power and control over Edward. Edward was smarter than me, better looking, would be wildly more successful, but he needed me take all of that away, at least for awhile.

I looked over at Edward and saw worry creasing his forehead.

I didn't know if I was going to fuck anyone else. At the moment, the idea didn't appeal to me, but Edward was back in Forks for the next few weeks and his ass was mine for the taking. The real question was what would happen when we left for college. The reality was that we were both 18 and we would both probably end up fucking other people. That didn't mean I had to like it, but I wouldn't make a promise I wasn't sure I could keep.

"Blow jobs, maybe. Sex, maybe. But I couldn't do that with anyone else," I admitted.

His lips started to quirk up in a smile, so I kept going.

"You're incomparable, you know. The odds of me finding someone who pisses me off as much as you do are pretty slim."

He started laughing then, erasing the worry from before.

"That's for damn sure," he agreed.

I sat up and stretched, leaning over to reach the arnica gel from where it still sat on Edward's table.

"Roll over," I said softly. "You need this. It's been awhile."

He complied without a word, and I started to massage the gel into his cheeks. The mark I had left earlier with my teeth was still there, standing purple and proud against an otherwise angry looking patch of skin.

He rested his head on his folded forearms for a moment before lifting his head a little to look back at me.

"We probably won't get to see each other very often," he mused. "But I won't really be that far away. It's a quick plane trip and only half a day's drive."

"I'm sure you'll miss your parents terribly and feel the need to visit them in Seattle frequently," I offered.

Edward's lips curled back into a smirk as he turned and sat up, "They would hate that."

"I know."

"You know what they would hate even more?"

"You inviting me over to their apartment," I finished. "Better yet. If I spank you in my dorm room, think of all the people who will hear you screaming my name." In all likelihood, I would probably end up living with my mom and Peter assuming that all went well with the move, but that didn't make the idea any less hot. Edward really did have exhibitionist tendencies.

"So, I just have to think of the wait in between these visits as a necessary evil," Edward mused, mostly to himself.

"Don't think about it that way," I replied to him anyway. "Think of it more like a lesson."

He looked at me thoughtfully for a second, before an honest grin spread across his face as he put two and two together.

"Delayed gratification."

THE END

A/N: Whew. I can't believe this is the end. I know some of you are disappointed that this is the end, and I am really overwhelmed at how much you love these boys. I originally only intended to write ten chapters, and it was the positive feedback and encouragement from all of you that kept me going for nineteen chapters plus outtakes.

There are a lot of reasons for my not continuing, the main one being that I simply don't have time. Believe me, if I could get away with it, I'd much rather write fan fiction than work. The second reason is that I have no doubt the quality of the story would suffer if I tried to keep it up. I love Saved by the Bell, but SBTB: The College Years only lasted one season for a reason. (Remember Professor Lasky?) I'm not a good enough writer to pull it off right now, especially with RL pulling me in too many directions.

Of course, I can't quite let these boys go, and I will continue to post outtakes under Raw & Rosy Revisited, so put that on alert if you like. I'm planning an outtake of Edward and Jasper's summer webcam shenanigans to post next week, and there are a few more that have been requested, including a Carlisle/Esme outtake that will surely involve toes.

I am truly floored and taken aback by the support and love this little spank!fic has received. I want to thank everyone who recommended this story to others, by word of mouth or on their blogs or by making super awesome fan videos and banners. A special thank you to all of you who have taken the time to review. I read them all and you've made me laugh and cry over the past few months. And just a huge thank you to everyone who has read and made it to the end.

Another special thank you to JudeIsDivine, naelany, rmhale, Twiboy and zonagirlie who have all helped pre-read chapters when I needed an extra push and to PerfectlyPersuasive because she gets my sense of humor. :)

And the biggest thank you in the world to OnTheTurningAway and coolbreeeze. They are the best betas money could never buy and I love them more than I have words to say.