This is the opposite POV to my one-shot "I'm Not Okay." It's going to be about 4-5 chapters, so don't read my other story if you don't want to know how this ends yet! I'd like to thank the folks at Project Team Beta for cleaning my work up!

This is slash, which means that boys will be kissing other boys, so don't read if that's not your cup of tea!


As I open the door to my dorm room following my final Friday class, I immediately recognize that I'm in deep shit. My roommate Emmett is sitting on his bed drinking a beer, talking to someone who I can only assume is his guest for the weekend. I don't know what I had been expecting when Emmett told me that his younger brother was coming to visit; maybe a slightly smaller version of the man himself, but it certainly wasn't this kid sitting in front of me. Don't get me wrong, there's an unmistakable resemblance between the two of them, but where Emmett looks like a big, beefy jock, the only word I can think of to describe his brother is beautiful. Time seems to slow down briefly while I take in his messy brown hair with flecks of red that make it look almost copper colored; his porcelain skin, accentuating red lips pushed together into a perfect pout; and, from underneath dark, long eyelashes the most vivid green eyes I've ever seen flicker up to meet my gaze. His stare freezes me in place, rooting me to the spot I'm standing in, while my mouth opens and closes, trying to find some sort of words that might form an acceptable greeting.

Luckily, Emmett breaks in with an introduction, keeping me from acting like a completely antisocial tool and booms, "Hey, Jasper! This is my little bro, Edward. He's here to check out the campus and spend some quality time with his awesome older brother."

With a quick shake of my head to halt the inappropriate thoughts of what he could do with those lips flooding my mind, I walk over to Edward and extend my hand while I flash him a welcoming grin. "Well, hello there, Edward. I'm Jasper Whitlock, your brother's equally awesome roommate. It's a pleasure to meet ya'll." Ugh. Apparently, my drawl has decided to come out in full force, even though I normally reserve that shit for when I'm laying the Whitlock charm on a cute boy.

In response, Edward stands up and grasps my hand in a solid shake. His cheeks flush when he replies, "You, too," while flashing me a slightly crooked smile and I don't think I've ever seen anything so adorable in my life.

Like I said before, I'm in deep shit.

If it isn't bad enough that I'm finding myself attracted to a guy that is, in all likelihood, straight, he also happens to be my roommate's brother, and lest I forget the kicker–he's still in high school. High school.

Fucking hell.

He turns toward Emmett and tells him that he's going to change before we head over to Paul's house for tonight's party, and I'm thankful to have a little space from him to clear my head. And maybe get a little more information about the kid. "So, Emmett," I begin, "you and Edward don't look that much alike. When you said your bro was visiting, I was expecting a mini version of you."

With a laugh, I continue, "Granted, a mini version of you would probably still be able to kick my ass."

"Yeah," he responds indifferently. "Edward looks a lot more like my mom. Our body types are really different, too." Um, yeah, I fucking noticed. Edward is about my height and lean, but I bet he's hiding some sexy cut abs under his t-shirt. Emmett continues, with a hint of pride in his voice, "Where I played football in high school, Edward's a runner. He's really fast and holds the state record for the one-hundred meter dash."

We're interrupted when the door opens and Edward comes back in, wearing a black long sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His pale skin looks almost luminescent against the dark fabric and my dick perks up at the sight. But, I'm pretty sure that getting a hard on from looking at my roommate's little brother is not going to be considered appropriate and quickly turn away to change into a clean sweater before the situation in my pants becomes noticeable.

I swear though, there's no reason that I choose the light blue one that my mom always says brings out my eyes. I'm pretty sure it just happened to be right on top of my sweater pile.

Yup.

On the walk over to Paul's I find myself stealing glances over at Edward while Emmett is talking. He seems to be a bit more reserved now than when I first walked in on them this afternoon, but I can't tell if it's shyness or reticence, and I hope that I haven't been acting weird or making him feel uncomfortable. Of course, it can be difficult to get a word in edgewise when Emmett gets on a roll, so as soon as I have the chance, I try to put him at ease by asking about his plans following graduation.

"Well," he starts, "I plan on studying biology and hope to become a doctor like my dad. Hopefully, I can get a track scholarship, but we'll see how the season goes."

"Whatever, dude," Emmett interjects with a dismissive wave. "You're a shoo-in for a scholarship. Especially here at UDub. They've already expressed interest in our little Eddie." Emmett ruffles his hair playfully, and I find myself wishing I could be running my fingers through those soft looking locks. Chasing the errant thought from my head, I notice that Edward is trying to wriggle his body out of Emmett's reach, and he ends up accidentally stumbling right into me. Reaching my hands out to steady him, I feel a shot of warmth run through my body, and gasp at the sensation.

I pull my hands off of him just before he turns and looks at me from under his long lashes, shyly whispering, "Sorry, Jasper." Ugh, he has no idea that his innocent little looks are driving me crazy.

Luckily, we are just about at Paul's and the party's already underway when we show up. Paul and his crew are a wild bunch of guys, and Emmett drags Edward into the thick of the group to start the introductions. I follow them in and the guys immediately start taunting Edward about hooking up with some college chicks this weekend.

And this is my cue to head into the kitchen for a drink. I mean, seriously, what was I expecting? That I could snap my fingers and turn him gay? If that worked, there would be a shitload of cowboys with a strange urge to suck dick in Texas right about now.

I'm just sayin'.

Although I've been pleasantly surprised by the response I've gotten to officially being out of the closet at UDub, it gets a little lonely sometimes. When I told Emmett that I was gay, his first question was whether I would be having any orgies in our dorm room and if so, he requested that we devise a warning system. I assured him though, that walking in on an orgy would be an unlikely scenario. Really, I'd only hooked up with a handful of guys and seriously dated one for a few months. Let me tell you, Plano, Texas, was not exactly the easiest place to find a fellow, well, fellow, if you catch my drift. Having a choice of fine men to hook up with is certainly one of the perks of moving from a small town to a big city.

I grab a beer from the fridge and pop off the cap, turning around when I hear a noise behind me. Edward is standing in the doorway, with his hands in his pockets, and he asks, "Hey, man. Can I get one of those?" I grab another beer, open it and hand it over to him with a wink.

Some people may call it flirting. I simply consider it southern charm.

"So," I start, "are the guys giving you a hard time out there?"

He replies, with that damn crooked smile, "Nothing I can't handle. I did grow up with Emmett as an older brother, and he's probably the worst one."

I laugh and nod my head in agreement, "I have to agree with you there. I can only imagine what it was like to grow up with him. He's been great to have as a roommate, though. We've had a lot of fun so far... except for the time he convinced me to go to the gym with him. I wasn't able to lift my arms up for two days after that experience!"

Edward starts laughing while he runs a hand through his unruly hair before replying, "Yeah, that's a mistake you only make once, huh? Unfortunately, being the younger brother I usually wasn't allowed to say no and have spent many days so sore I could barely move. The words 'come on, dude, just five more' literally make me cringe."

Now that the ice has officially broken between us we fall into an easy banter and find that we have a lot of things in common, such as favorite bands and movies. Once I've made my way through another beer, it's time for me to take a trip to the restroom. I lead Edward back over to Emmett before standing in line, chatting with Mike, who happens to be right in front of me. Finally, we make it to the front and while I'm waiting for Mike to finish up, I see Emmett fill up a shot glass with some sort of brown liquid and hand it to Edward. With a smile I wonder if Emmett is intentionally trying to get his little bro wasted.

This could get ugly. I'll have to keep an eye on him.

I don't, however, want to seem like a stalker, so when I walk out of the bathroom and see Jessica standing with Mike and Eric I decide to join in their conversation, where we discuss our professors and how classes are going so far. Mike is taking a class called Vampirism in German Literature and tells us that the professor is a six foot, five inch pale bald man who has worn all black to every class. I laugh while running my hand through my hair, and out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of Edward throwing back another shot with Emmett. As he puts the glass down I see his eyes dart in my direction, but I'm sure that it's because he doesn't know anyone else here. Definitely not because he's checking me out. Right?

Fuck, I'm ready to call it a night with all the excitement I've been dealing with tonight. I walk back over to the guys to let them know that I'm leaving and Emmett tells me that he's crashing at Rose's tonight, so Edward can sleep in his bed. I explain that that it's not a problem and I can walk him back to the room, but I'm not sure how much longer I plan to stay.

I can't decide if I'm excited or nervous to be alone with him, but before I can think about it too much Edward jumps in and states that he's ready to go whenever.

I ask, "Should we take off and get some sleep so that we're ready to party tomorrow night?"

"Sounds like a plan, Jasper." There's a slight slur in his voice, causing him to drag my name out and I'm a little disgusted with myself that I find it so sexy.

I turn back to Emmett and announce, "Alright, we're taking off. I'll see you tomorrow, bro," and with fist bumps all around, we're out.

At this point, I realize that Edward has definitely had a lot more to drink than I have and hope that some air will help sober him up a little. When we reach the dorm he stumbles over his own feet, and I reflexively wrap my arm around his waist to steady him. His head lolls back, causing his breath to brush across the sensitive skin below my ear. I groan out loud, but try to cover it up, pretending that I'm letting out a cough. Jesus, this kid really doesn't have any idea of what he's doing to me.

For some reason he seems intent on torturing me, because he doesn't move away from me once he's steadied himself, and keeps his body close to mine. Opening the door as quickly as possible I let go and step away from him before I do something stupid, like push him onto my bed and start making out with him. It doesn't help that he decides to sit on my bed, lean back on his hands, and kick off his shoes. And fuck me if he doesn't look right at home there.

Seriously, how much willpower can you expect a man to have?

"You trying to steal my bed there, kid?" I ask with a smirk.

Edward lets out a short giggle before responding, "Maybe I am," and flopping onto his back. He is now lying on my bed and it's so fucking adorable that I can barely stand it. I'm about to turn away to figure out my next move when I notice him doing something out of the corner of my eye. It's incredibly subtle, but I don't think I can mistake what I saw. Edward turned his head to the side, sniffed at my covers, closed his eyes and then sighed. I don't even know if he's aware that he did it, but I sure as fuck am.

Well, what the hell does that mean?

I need a second to gather my thoughts, because I don't know if I'm interpreting things the way I want to see them, or if he may actually feel some of this attraction, too. Without a clear direction of what I'm going to do, I decide to grab a glass of water and a couple of aspirin for Edward. He's probably going to need them considering the cocktail of different alcohols Emmett fed him tonight. I hand him the glass and aspirin, which he quickly downs, then take the glass back to the sink. As I turn back around, though, I'm thankful for his booze-slowed reflexes, because he isn't able to snap his eyes away from my ass fast enough to avoid notice.

I walk back over to my bed, where Edward has laid back again and closed his eyes. I sit beside him and lean back, propping myself up on my elbow, just taking in his beautiful features for a moment. He turns toward me and his dark emerald eyes flicker open. I can see the desire in them and watch as his gaze flickers back and forth between my eyes and mouth… and with that my decision has been made. Honestly, I don't think I ever really had a choice in this matter. I reach my hand out toward his cheek tentatively and he leans into my touch. God I want him so badly, but first I have to ask, "Edward, is this okay?"

"Jasper," he starts, and then pauses before starting again after taking a breath. "When you walked into the room this afternoon, I felt… I guess… drawn to you? I don't really know how to explain it. I've never felt this way with a guy before, but I couldn't stop thinking about you tonight. But, I have no idea what I'm doing here. I mean, I've gone out with a couple of girls, but…" He trails off, blushing at his admission.

God, he is so fucking adorable, I can't even stand it anymore. And I understand what he's talking about, I felt it as soon as I laid eyes on him. "Edward, I felt it too, as soon as we met. I mean, I was expecting to meet a mini-Emmett this afternoon, so imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw your gorgeous face looking back at me."

He smiles shyly at my statement, and I continue, "Listen, Edward, I understand that this must be pretty confusing. To be honest, I was trying to keep my distance, because I figured you were straight, but I had a great time talking to you tonight. Later on, I thought I saw you checking me out. But, if you're not ready… I mean, if you don't want…" I can't quite bring myself to finish, because I'm not really sure how to stop now. My thumb trails down closer to his lips and when I reach them, they lightly pucker against my skin. We're so close now that I can feel his warm breath against my face and it's completely intoxicating.

We sit there for a moment, not moving, just looking at each other, before he surprises me by saying, "Jasper? Kiss me, please…"

Fuck, I want to, so fucking badly, but he's been drinking, and I don't want him to regret this in the morning. I figure a light peck will be okay, and if he wants more than that he can show me. He's so beautiful and innocent, I couldn't stand to push him on this, and I don't want to scare him. When I lean forward and his soft lips press against mine I have to hold in a groan. Just like I imagined, they're pillow-soft and I want to sink into them.

Slowly, he wraps his arms around me and pulls my chest into his. I pull my head back slightly to look into his eyes, because I need to be sure, and I need him to be sure. Seeing no uncertainty I press my lips against his again while I slowly lay him back onto my bed. When our mouths meet again I run my tongue along his lips, groaning as they part for me, and his tongue reaches out and touches mine. The kiss begins softly and sweetly, just learning each other at first, but quickly turns more passionate as I get lost in him.

I decide to throw caution to the wind and drape my leg over him, hoping that he gets the hint and understands what I want. And just like everything else, we seem to be on the same page because I feel his hand on my thigh pulling me on top of him. All I want to do is grind on him, but I remind myself that I have to take it slow. So instead, I hover above him while continuing to kiss those perfect lips. His hands start running up and down my back, scratching lightly at me with his blunt nails and when they push under my shirt I can't help myself anymore. I sit up and settle my weight against him and that's when I feel it. His cock is so fucking hard and a breathy moan escapes his lips while he pushes his hips up into me.

And suddenly I'm feeling a lot more fucking confident about this situation, so I smirk at him as I pull my t-shirt over my head, throwing it into the corner. His eyes rake over my body, causing a shiver to run down my spine and the tables suddenly turn as he sits up to tear his shirt off and pulling me into his chest. My nipples harden as soon as our naked chests make contact and I groan while telling him how good he feels pressed against me. Holding his face in my hands while my lips open against his again, I lower his head back down onto my pillow.

Hovering over his body, I look into his eyes for signs any of trepidation, but all I find is lust... and finally, I just fucking snap.

I push my tongue into his mouth over and over again, almost viciously, and can hear soft whimpers coming from the back of his throat. He turns his head to the side to catch his breath, and I take the opportunity to run my lips along his jaw and down his neck. That pale expanse of skin fucking begs me to mark it. I lightly bite down to gauge his reaction and when he cries out my name my dick gets impossibly harder. As I lick and bite along his shoulder, marring his perfect skin with blotchy red imperfections, Edward moans underneath me, running his fingers up and down the sides of my torso. Making my way back across his shoulder, up his neck and to his ear, I tell him how fucking hot he is, especially the way he's lying on my bed half naked. I want to tear the rest of his clothes off, and show him mind-blowing pleasure that I'm positive he's never felt with those inexperienced high school girls. I have to keep some semblance of control though, because I still don't want to scare him off. But, I think I know where I can start.

Whispering into his ear, I request, "Let me make you feel good."

He shivers below me and groans, "Please, Jasper… please."

And, fuck, I can't handle him begging me for exactly what I want to give him. I nibble back down his neck to his chest, flicking at his right nipple with my tongue while pinching the left between my fingers. When I hear him gasp, I switch my mouth to his other nipple, continuing to tease him. I can feel his abs shuddering underneath me and decide to pay them some attention next. I drag my tongue down to his belly button and place open mouthed kisses across his hard stomach, sucking his skin into my mouth. Slowly, I flick my tongue down his treasure trail until I hit the waist of his jeans. Quickly, I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper, then look up at Edward to make sure he's okay with what I'm about to do. He's watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, lip caught between his teeth, and he gives me a quick nod of approval. With my lips twisting up into a smirk, I wink and quickly pull his jeans off.

Underneath, he's wearing crimson boxer briefs, piped in gray and they look ridiculously hot against his pale skin. As I stand up to pull my own jeans off, Edward pulls his knees up so that his feet are sitting flat on the bed. Little does he know that he's positioned perfectly for what I plan to do. Lightly, I push his knees open and crawl up his body, slowly lowering down until our bodies are touching from hip to shoulder. He wraps his arms around me, tracing circles on my back with his fingers as our lips meet again. I can feel his cock pressed against mine and the fact that our underwear is the only thing separating our naked skin drives me crazy. Edward's hands start trailing down my back, lower and lower, until he's gripping my ass. And then he squeezes and pulls me into him while bucking up against me, and I fucking growl and curse at the same time because it feels so fucking good.

"Fuck, Edward! Are you sure? Because once we start, I don't think I'm going to be able to stop." I don't know what I'll do if he says no because I'm so fucking turned on right now.

Luckily, I don't need to worry because he fucking begs again, saying, "Please… I want you, Jasper."

I press my mouth against his and run my hands into his hair while thrusting my tongue into his mouth over and over. Slowly, I grind my hips against his and fuck, his cock feels so good rubbing against mine, I know that I'm not going to last much longer. When I hear him whimper my name I have to push up onto my hands and look at his face. Fuck, I want to see my name fall from his lips while he loses control. I can feel my own orgasm building faster while Edward writhes underneath me, bringing me closer to the edge. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and I can tell that he's close, but I'm ready to push him over, so I lean down and whisper into his ear, "Cum for me, Edward." His eyes pop open in surprise and he grabs my hips, pulling me into him as he bucks against me several more times. And then, with his hands squeezing my ass hard, he throws his head back and moans my name. It sounds so much fucking better than I had imagined and sets off my orgasm, which comes ripping through my body while I whimper, "Ungh… Edward… fuuuccckkk!"

I look down at him with a smile before my arms finally give out, I drop onto his chest before stating, "Jesus, Edward that was amazing."

He turns toward me, with a lazy smile and fully sated look on his face. I press my lips to his before quickly jumping up to fetch us each a fresh pair of boxers. Tossing one over to him, I hide behind Emmett's desk to change, and when I walk back to the bed, Edward is blushing slightly.

Still so fucking adorable.

I crawl in next to him, holding my arm out behind his head. With a shy smile, he curls into my side throwing his leg across mine. Following one last tired kiss, that's exactly how we fall asleep.


Hmmm... how do you think Edward going to feel in the morning? Let me know in a review... pretty please? With a cherry on top?
Thanks for reading!