*Peeks out from behind the curtains*
What is this? An update from the IYT boys? Your eyes do not deceive you, it is true! I never meant to let this much time pass before finishing this, but here it is - the conclusion! Hopefully there are still a few of you out there interested in these two :)
Lots of love to my beta, cocoalvin, for coming on this journey with me! Also, she powered through this so I could get it to you guys before my laptop is whisked away for the rest of the month, so a huge thank you for that! Any typos or grammar errors from the final edit are mine alone.
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys *sniffle sniffle* but I will be visiting them at the movies this month. Yay!
My body senses that it's too early when I wake up, stretching lazily before rolling over to check the time on my alarm clock. The numbers flash seven-thirty, and that's too damn early when you've spent half the night packing up and making sure you're ready for move-out day in the dorms.
My alarm isn't supposed to go off until eight, but my body is too excited to sleep anymore, unlike Emmett, who is snoring up a storm. I've got no idea what time he got in last night, but assume it was pretty late since I had already gone to sleep. Rosalie left for home yesterday and Emmett was having a night out with the boys, which most likely involved the consumption of various shots.
The boy never learns, but ya gotta love him.
We've planned on leaving by ten this morning though, and I'm not letting him off the hook, no matter how hungover he is. I'm seeing my boy for the first time in weeks, and not even a grumpy Emmett is gonna stand in my way.
Hopping out of bed, I grab my bathroom kit and hit the showers. The bathroom is deserted, probably because the rest of our floor is just as hungover as Emmett this morning, so I take my time luxuriating in the shower. As I'm soaping up, I can't help but linger on my cock, thinking about Edward, as usual. The last time he came up to visit, we got back from partying on a Saturday night and started making out like a couple of drunk, horny teenagers. Once I got Edward's clothes off and my tongue inside of him, he started begging me to "please just fuck him already."
I'm still not sure how he expected me to survive that. It was a commendable exercise in restraint that I denied him, but I didn't want him to be drunk his first time, no matter how desperate he sounded. However, it has proven to be an excellent fantasy for my imagination to replay in times like this, and I bring myself off quickly, remembering his gorgeously flushed body under my hands.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I shake out the excess water from my hair and brush it out. It's getting long, but Edward says that he likes it that way, so I'm reluctant to cut it, even if it blows right in my face when I'm riding my bike to class. When I look in the mirror, I can't contain the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. I've missed Edward a lot recently, both of us too busy with the end of the school year to really enjoy our Skype sessions, but now I'm on my way to surprise Edward in Forks and watch him graduate high school. I gotta admit, it makes me feel a little less skeevy that I won't be perving on a high school boy any more.
Gathering my things, I peek out the bathroom door, making sure the hallway is empty before I start walking back to the room in my semi-nude state. About halfway there, I hear the faint sound of a horn starting to sound.
Shit. I forgot to turn off my alarm clock. Emmett is going to murder me.
As I reach the door, I can hear Emmett yelling my name while the alarm clock announces, "Time to wake up!" before launching into another round of blaring horns. Fumbling with my keys before finally getting the door open, I race over to my nightstand, finally shutting off the alarm.
The thing is pure evil, but it works wonders.
Emmett peeks his head out from beneath the layers of pillows and blankets he tried to protect his ears with. "I'm going to murder you," he says, eyes narrow.
See how well I know him?
"Sorry, but it is actually time to get up, Em," I inform him.
He groans. "No way, dude. I have a massive hangover and that piece of shit did not help it." He gestures somewhat in the direction of my alarm clock. "I know you're anxious to see my little bro again, but do we really have to leave at the ass crack of dawn?"
"It's not that early, Em, and we still have to pack up the car," I argue.
"It is that early when you go to bed at four in the morning. I actually think I'm still drunk right now." Looking over at him, I raise my eyebrows, unsympathetic. "Fine!" he says, kicking off his blankets. "Let the record show that I'm an awesome friend."
"Noted. You are an awesomely drunk friend."
Leveling a glare at me, Emmett says, "You're driving while I sleep this shit off. And buying breakfast."
I grin in response. It's a small price to pay.
Sneaking a glance at Emmett, I take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to formulate my question before giving up and turning my eyes back to the road. His eyes are closed anyway.
"Dude," he groans. "What the fuck?"
"Huh?" I thought I was being subtle, but apparently that's not one of my strong points.
"That's, like, the fifth time you've looked at me in the last five minutes. I can feel your eyeballs boring holes into my head. I know I'm good looking, but there's no way you're gonna find yourself in the middle of a Cullen sandwich." His eyes are still actually closed at this point.
"Dude, that's gross." Taking a deep breath, I ask, "I just… do you think this is a bad idea, Emmett?"
"What?" Finally he turns to look at me, peeling back his eyelids slowly as if it's the most difficult thing he's ever done in his life.
"Don't you think your parents are gonna think it's weird that I'm showing up for Edward's graduation instead of flying home after finals? I mean, school finished up for us last week."
Emmett rolls his eyes. "Just remember to stick to the story. You're storing your stuff while you go home before summer school starts. I know that Edward has an extra ticket to his graduation that he saved for you, even though you told him you couldn't come, because he's a sap like that."
"Hey!" I say, affronted on his behalf.
Looking at me pointedly, Emmett continues. "You're just as bad as he is, bro. Anyway, are you always this bad of a liar when it comes to surprises?"
"No," I respond, with a huff. "I'm just worried that it looks weird and don't want to force your brother out of the closet before he's ready. You could've totally brought my shit here without me having to escort it. That's why it's so suspicious."
"Dude. Calm down. My parents are totally oblivious. They won't know a thing."
Eying him warily, I slump down into my seat and focus on the road in front of me. It's too late to back out now.
When we finally reach their place, there aren't any cars in the driveway, but Emmett's not sure when Edward's getting home from picking up his graduation gown, so he quickly ushers me inside. I drop my duffel bag into the guest bedroom and make my way down the familiar path to Edward's room, kicking off my shoes when I get inside. His bed looks comfy and inviting, so I sprawl across it, closing my eyes as I let Edward's scent wrap around me.
I hope he's glad to see me. When I called and told him I was going straight home after finals because I wouldn't have much time at home before summer school started, I could practically see the pout on his face, but he didn't say anything, because I've been a little homesick lately.
But who knew I'd be so excited about going to summer school, which was definitely one of Emmett's more brilliant ideas? I'm giving him credit, because even though Rosalie brought it up by saying she was going to pick up some credits during the summer, Emmett did all the legwork and set up our plan. Initially, I had imagined warm summer days lost inside of a classroom, listening to a professor drone on while I daydreamed about being with Edward. In reality, we rented an apartment with a lease starting in July, have some easy part time jobs lined up, and signed up for a couple of classes to placate the parentals that will only take up two hours a day. Not a bad deal.
My mom actually praised my work ethic when I told her I wanted to get a jump-start on my classes for next year. If only she knew the main reason I'm so excited is that I won't have to be so far away from Edward, apart from two weeks now and another two before school starts. Snuggling into his pillow, I start drifting off, imagining all the fun we're going to have when he officially starts at UDub next year, running for the track team.
The early morning catches up to me, and I'm halfway to sleep when I hear the front door slam and voices drift up the stairs. A surge of adrenaline wakes me up, pulsing through my body as I jump off the bed.
I hear Mrs. Cullen speaking first. "Edward, go get your brother for lunch."
Heavy footfalls follow on the staircase and he responds, "Okay, but hold on, I've got to make a quick call first, Mom."
"Keep it short!" she calls after him.
"Yeah, okay." I practically see his eyes rolling and smile at his annoyed tone. My smile quickly fades as a familiar tune begins to chime from my phone. I scramble to quiet the noise, but it's too late.
I'm totally busted by the ringtone he programmed for himself the last time he came to visit, proclaiming that it would be the song of the summer. I'm guessing it's doubtful that anyone else in this house has "Call Me Maybe" set as their ringtone.
His footsteps pause at the door for a moment, and then he throws it open and walks in. Standing next to his bed, I lift my hands and shoulders into a shrug and say, "Surprise?"
Edward's mouth drops open in shock before he launches himself at me, throwing his arms around my shoulders. I grip him back, just as tightly, reveling in the feel of his body perfectly fitted to mine.
Just as quickly he pulls his head off my shoulder and begins firing questions. "Jasper, what are you doing here?" Before I can answer he continues, "I heard my ringtone and I wasn't sure if I was just hearing it through the earpiece and didn't want to get my hopes up, but... I just can't believe you're here. You're supposed to be on a plane to Texas right now!" He definitely sounds surprised.
"Now, I can't believe you really thought I'd leave for a few weeks without coming to see ya, babe." I let my drawl curl around the words because I know how much Edward likes it.
"I thought you sounded a little shifty, wanting me to feel bad for you 'cause you couldn't stick around." Smiling, he presses his lips to mine in a light kiss. "I really missed you, Jasper," he says, before snaking his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is just starting to get good and heated when we're sadly interrupted.
"Edward? Are you getting your brother? Lunch is getting cold!"
"Coming, Mom," he yells back, a disappointed tone lining his voice.
"Not yet, you're not," I whisper in his ear, nipping at the lobe before stepping back.
"Don't you dare make me go downstairs and talk to my mother with a hard on," Edward says, twisting out of my grip. As he walks out of the room I manage to land a solid smack on his ass, following him down the hall to grab Emmett.
"What a lovely surprise," Mrs. Cullen says when I walk downstairs. "I thought Edward told us that you were going to be flying out to Texas today. Emmett must have told him the wrong date."
Shooting Emmett an apologetic look, I mumble, "Must've," under my breath.
"He also didn't mention that you'd be joining us this weekend. I'm sorry, but Edward's graduation is tomorrow, so no one will be around to keep you company." She looks so apologetic that I want to crumble and tell her that it was all part of an elaborate plan, but Edward clears his throat before I can.
"Actually, Mom, I've got an extra ticket, if Jasper wants to come."
She chuckles. "Edward, I'm sure Jasper has better things to do than attend a high school graduation ceremony."
Edward's cheeks pink at the implication. Reaching over, I ruffle his hair and reply, "Nah, I don't mind. It might be fun to relive my youth a little."
Edward rolls his eyes. "You're not that much older than me, Jasper."
"Maybe not, but when you add in my maturity level and life experience? You've got some catching up to do." I shoot him a wink and am rewarded with another eye roll.
His mom interrupts. "If you're sure, we're leaving promptly at ten tomorrow morning."
"I'll be ready."
"Okay, boys," Mrs. Cullen says, standing up from the table and gathering the dishes. "You're on your own for dinner because Dad and I are going to the hospital fundraiser banquet tonight. I still don't know who thought it would be a good idea to plan it the night before graduation."
Emmett laughs. "The parents are gonna be as hungover as the kids tomorrow."
Mrs. Cullen just shoots him a look, not dignifying him with a response. "Speaking of, don't stay out too late, boys, because I'm waking everyone up bright and early." She looks at me with a smile before turning away. "Including you, Jasper," she calls over her shoulder.
My heart speeds up and I peek over at Edward. His parents won't be around tonight? Emmett stands up and tells us that he's going to Jake's if we want to join him.
Edward responds first. "Uh, no thanks, Em, I've got a big day tomorrow."
"Your loss," he says. Lowering his voice, he looks toward me. "I'm assuming you won't be going out with me either, then?" I shake my head. "Whatever, losers. I'm going to take a nap."
My mouth drops open. "You slept the whole way here, Emmett."
"How do you think I stay so pretty? There's a reason it's called beauty sleep, people."
Edward and I spend the rest of the afternoon lounging around on the couch, watching shitty daytime television and stealing kisses when Mrs. Cullen is out of view.
"C'mon, let's just go upstairs," he whines.
I'd like nothing more than to throw him over my shoulder caveman-style and toss him on the nearest available bed, but my clearer head prevails. "Your parents are gonna be gone in an hour, Edward," I remind him. Leaning close, I nip at his ear. "Ya think you can wait that long for me?"
He glares at me and shuffles back to the other corner of the couch. "Not helping, Jas."
The hour crawls by, but finally, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen waltz out the door, calling out that they'll be home by eleven and will know if Emmett invites his friends over to raid the liquor cabinet.
As soon as the door shuts, Edward lengthens his body across the couch, stretching on top of me and pressing his lips to mine. Emmett chooses that moment to walk into the living room, interrupting as usual.
"Already? They left like thirty seconds ago, you little horndogs."
Edward groans, annoyed at the intrusion.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm out of here. Consider this your graduation present, little bro."
We call out a muffled goodbye and the door slams shut behind him.
"Looks like we're all alone for the rest of the night," I whisper against his lips.
"Hell, yeah," he replies. Opening his mouth, Edward's tongue peeks out, tracing along my lips before dipping into my mouth. I can't resist grabbing his ass and pulling his hips into mine, eliciting a soft moan from him.
Edward breaks the kiss and sits up, while I try to chase his lips. "Wait, Jasper," he says, holding out his hand. With a smirk on his face, he starts grinding down onto my dick and suggests that we move to the bedroom.
"Fuck, yes." I grab his hips and thrust against him, his head falling back lazily before he stands up.
"Come on, babe," he says, grabbing my hands and using all of his strength to pull my body off the couch. Once I'm up, I start chasing him down the hallway until we tumble onto his bed in tangle of limbs.
I roll us over until I'm lying on top of him and start kissing his swollen lips again. He grasps at the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it up, scratching his nails up my back. "Off," he whispers, and I let him tug it over my head. His shirt quickly follows and I shuffle down his body, leaving open-mouthed kisses across his chest and stomach.
When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I unbutton and pull them off, leaving him only in a pair of black boxer briefs. Standing up, I kick off my own jeans, admiring the stark contrast of Edward's pale skin against the rich color of his comforter.
He flushes under my gaze. "C'mere already," he coaxes, reaching out for me. Lying back on the bed, I stretch alongside him, flicking my fingertips over his nipples until they tighten into hard nubs. Edward lets out a shuddering breath as I ghost my fingers down his torso and over his cock, where he's already straining against the cotton, a tiny dot of pre-cum moistening the fabric. Nuzzling into his neck, I reach beneath and wrap my hand around his length, stroking up and down softly.
His lips seek mine out, tongue slipping into my mouth when I grip him tighter and drag my thumb over his slit, spreading the pre-cum over his cockhead. It's a sensitive spot for him and he shivers, breaking our kiss with a deep inhale.
"Wait," he says.
I pull back and look at him. "What's wrong, babe?" I ask.
He reaches down and guides my hand from his dick to rest over his heart. "Nothing's wrong, Jasper," he says, eyes shifting nervously. I raise an eyebrow. "It's just..." he takes a deep breath and continues, his voice practically a mumble. "I want to have sex with you."
Smirking, I lean in to whisper in his ear. "That can definitely be arranged. Let me just grab some stuff out of my bag." I start to move off the bed, but Edward grabs at my wrist before I can get far.
"No, that's not what I meant," he says, his voice stronger. "I want you to have sex with me." My eyebrows furrow in confusion. I don't understand what he's asking and he groans in frustration. "I mean, I want to be on the bottom."
"Oh," I say, unable to come up with a more coherent response.
"I know why you didn't want to do it last time, but now we're both completely sober and have the house to ourselves for hours. Please, Jasper?" He looks so earnest, a combination of innocence and desire on his face that should be fucking illegal.
A spike of arousal shoots straight to my cock, but I try to tamp down my eagerness. I place my hand on his cheek and ask, "Are you sure, babe? You might be a little sore tomorrow, and it's a big day for you."
He smiles shyly, and pauses before answering. "I don't care, Jasper. I just want to feel you so badly."
I don't even realize I'm holding my breath and exhale out a whoosh of air before pressing my lips against his again. Moaning at the thought, I tell him, "Fuck, babe, I want to feel you too." Edward reaches over to his nightstand and opens the drawer, pulls out a condom and small bottle of lube, and presses them into my hand. Pecking his lips one more time, I say, "If you want me to stop—"
"I'll tell you. I promise."
"Okay," I reply. Luckily, my voice doesn't waiver, and give away my nerves, because I'm nervous as fuck right now. It's been a while since I've been on this side of the equation, the numerator to his denominator, so-to-speak.
Rolling on top of him, I start kissing his neck, slowly following a path over his shoulder and down his chest. Briefly paying attention to each nipple, I continue flicking my tongue across his skin, over his abs until I reach the edge of his underwear. Gently coaxing his hips off the bed, I drag them off his body in one smooth motion, his cock springing out against his stomach once it's free. Edward splays his knees wantonly in invitation, and I let my body settle between them.
He lets out a soft groan when I wrap my hand around his length. With my tongue, I wet his soft skin to ease the movement of my fist as I start to move it up and down, before turning my attention to his sac, and then even lower. Using my unoccupied hand, I urge his thighs into the air and start fluttering my tongue over his hole.
"Fuck, Jasper," he grunts, as I start to lick him open. Abandoning his cock, I spread his cheeks wide apart and cover the area with the flat of my tongue, swiping it back and forth before flicking quickly with the point. His breath starts to come in a pant when I press my tongue inside him, occasionally alternating with a finger.
Reaching for the lube, I coat my fingers and start working him open in earnest, until he's writhing against the bed. Positioning myself between his legs, I start to slip on a condom. We've done most of this before, but have never taken the next step, so I look into his eyes and ask again, "Are you sure, babe?"
"Fucking yes, already," Edward says, exasperated, curling his legs around the back of my thighs and trying to pull me forward.
Leaning forward, I place a light kiss on his lips through my smile. "Okay, okay. I got it." Pressing forward, I feel his body start stretching to accommodate me, but stop once the flared head of my cock is inside of him.
He's still tight. Really, ridiculously fucking tight, and I'm worried that I'll hurt him if I continue. His eyebrows are knitted together and eyes clenched, and I can see that he's trying not to let the pain show on his face.
It's not working. I can feel his body locking down on me.
"Don't clench, babe," I whisper.
He takes a deep inhale of breath, features relaxing slightly. "Just keep going, Jasper, okay?" I press forward a little farther and his face immediately scrunches up again.
I pull out.
"What are you doing?" he asks, frustrated, but he can't keep the relief off his face.
"I've got another idea, okay?"
"But I don't want to stop—"
"I know, Edward. We won't. I just think we should try it another way." I stroke my hand along his cheek, hoping to wipe away the disappointed look on his face.
His voice quiets to a whisper. "I wanted to see you, though."
Leaning down, I kiss him before rolling us over so that he's lying on top of me. "You will. It might be easier if you're controlling things from up there, though."
"Oh," he replies, cheeks pinking a little. "Okay."
Edward sits up on his knees, and I rub my still-hard cock against his hole. "Just take your time, okay? We've got all the time in the world."
"Not really," he says. "I mean, you have to stay hard if we're gonna do this."
"Are you kidding me?" I ask in disbelief. "You think there's any chance I won't stay hard while watching you sit on my dick?" I rub my hand up and down his side, settling it on his hip. "No fucking way."
Blushing, he lines us up and takes a deep breath before starting to sink down, letting gravity help the process. Inside, he's warm and perfect as he inches down my length, slowly adjusting to the feeling of fullness until finally, I'm fully seated inside of him.
I let out a deep, shuddering breath. He feels fucking amazing, wrapped around me tight and I run my hands all over his skin to distract me from giving in to my instinct to move. "How are you doing, babe?" I ask.
"Good," he replies, smiling a little. He lifts his body up slightly and slowly sits back down again, causing a spike of pleasure to shoot up my body. Licking my palm, I wrap my hand around his cock and start coaxing it back to hardness while Edward experiments with moving around on top of me.
Losing myself in the feel of his body, my hips unconsciously shift up into him and I'm about to apologize when I'm cut off by a loud moan escaping Edward's lips. "Do that again," he whispers.
Cautiously, I hold his hips still and begin thrusting, slowly at first, and then speeding up my movements. My body is already tingling in anticipation of coming, and it's pretty clear that I'm not gonna last long at all. "C'mere," I say, wanting to feel his lips against mine while I'm inside him. I'm able to calm down a little while we kiss, and when Edward pulls back, supporting his weight with a hand next to my face, I ask him to jerk off for me.
"Like this?" he asks, touching himself with long strokes.
"Fuck, yes." I moan loudly as I start thrusting into him again, and silently thank the Lord that we're all along in the house.
"Ja— Jasper," he says, panting out my name. "I'm close." His hand speeds up on his cock, and I start driving into him harder as his body tenses. "Fuck, Jasper, I'm gonna—"
His mouth falls open as he comes apart above me and his warm cum hitting my chest sets me off. Crying out his name, I thrust one last time before coming hard, my vision almost whiting out as I squeeze my eyes shut tight, waves of pleasure rolling over my body.
Edward collapses on top of me, bringing me out of my orgasm-induced haze.
"Holy shit," he says, breathless.
"Holy shit is right," I respond, searching out his lips for a kiss. I roll us onto our sides, breathing heavily, and Edward winces as my cock slips from his body. "Babe, are you okay?" I ask. "How was that?"
He rolls onto his back, throwing his arm over his head. "It was amazing," he says, eyes gazing at the ceiling before turning back to me. "What did you think?"
"Do you even have to ask?" I say incredulously. "I don't think I've ever come that hard in my entire life." He raises his eyebrows. "Not that I don't love you fucking me," I quickly amend, "but you just looked so gorgeous riding me." Snuggling under his arm, I hum contentedly. "Yeah, that was really fuckin' hot."
Edward presses his lips lightly to my temple. "I love you, Jasper," he whispers into my ear.
My chest floods with warmth. "I love you too, Edward," I tell him, squeezing my arm around his chest. "So fucking much, babe." We cuddle for another minute before giving in to the need to clean up a little and once we're done, I check the clock, noting that we've got two hours before his parents get home. Gathering him in my arms, my eyelids start to feel heavy as I succumb to the warm comfort of his naked skin pressing against mine.
Just as I start to doze off, a soft whisper infiltrates my subconscious. "Jasper?"
Jolting awake, I reply, "Hmm? Wha'?"
With a chuckle, Edward whispers, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep."
"No, m'awake," I say, yawning. "What's up?" Edward's body tenses under my arms and my heart starts to speed up a little. "What is it, babe?" I ask again, a little more concerned.
He pauses before answering, "I think I'm gonna tell my parents about us tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Of course it's okay," I answer, a little surprised. "I don't want you to think that you have to do this for me, though. I'd never—"
"I don't think that, Jasper. I'd be doing it for me." He releases a deep breath. "When I come to visit you at school, I love not having to sneak around. I get to touch you whenever I want and don't have to pretend you're something you're not to me. I love you, and I don't want to hide that from my family. I feel like they're missing out on a vital part of my life, and I don't want that anymore."
Emotion seizes my throat. I know exactly how I feel about Edward, but to hear him put into words like this what I mean to him is almost overwhelming. "Whatever you want," I choke out.
We hold each other for a few more minutes before I decide to give him the graduation present I bought earlier this month. With a kiss on the cheek, I tell him I'll be right back and hop out from under the blanket, shivering in the cold air. Racing down the hallway naked, I pull a plain white envelope from my backpack and run back, diving under the covers and pressing myself against Edward's warm body. "Happy Graduation," I say, handing him the envelope.
"Jasper, you didn't have to get me anything," he says, turning the envelope over in his hands.
"Just open it, already," I reply, a little nervous about what he's going to think. The card is silly, a donkey wearing a graduation cap with the caption proclaiming "Official Smart Ass." Inside I wrote, "but what a fine ass it is," which Edward rolls his eyes at before opening the neatly folded white piece of paper inside.
"A voucher?" he asks, eyebrows crinkling.
It's almost funny how in sync we are sometimes, although Edward tends to be a lot more eloquent about things than I am. I've talked to my family about Edward, but feel like they've been missing out on an important part of my life too. "So, I thought that if you came out to Texas sometime this summer, I could show you around a little. I can teach you how queso dip can be an appropriate side dish during any meal of the day, including breakfast." I can feel my cheeks heating up. "And, uh, you could meet some of my friends, and my folks and stuff."
His eyes soften. "I love it, Jasper. Thank you." I think he knows how much this means to me, because just like I hadn't ever said 'I love you' to anyone outside my family before Edward, I've never introduced a boy to them either.
I school my features into a stern look. "You just remember to keep your eyes on this cowboy right here while we're in Texas though."
He laughs. "Yes, sir."
"Sir? I think I like the way that sounds." Pressing my lips to his, we make the most of the last hour we have before having to move to separate bedrooms.
During the graduation ceremony and dinner afterward, Edward and I don't have a spare moment alone. My heart swells with pride though as I watch my boy walk across the stage and graduate from high school, top of his class with a full ride to UDub.
Once we get back to Edward's, his parents make their way into the living room and Edward stops me before I follow. "I'm ready, Jasper," he whispers.
"Are you sure, babe?" I ask. "You can't take this back once you tell them."
"I know," he says, and I'm so proud that he wants to do this. We walk into the room together, and Edward clears his throat softly. "Mom, Dad?" he starts. "There's something I need to tell you."
They turn their full attention on him, and Emmett unconsciously moves closer to us. Instead of continuing Edward reaches down and grabs my hand. Mrs. Cullen furrows her eyebrows, confused at first, but I see the moment understanding dawns on her.
"I don't know what I am, if I'm gay, or bi, or what," he says, and then turns to look at me. I'm not surprised to hear him say this. We've talked about it and he's not ready to say that he's exclusively into guys yet, unlike me who's gayer than a unicorn throwing a glitter party, even if you wouldn't know it by looking at me. I know he loves me and that's all that matters, so I squeeze his hand, urging him to continue. He takes a deep breath. "Jasper and I are together. He's my boyfriend."
Edward's dad is the first to speak. "Well, now we know why you've been spending all that time visiting your brother. I sort of thought he had more of a platonic male crush on you, Jasper. I believe it's called a bromance?"
Emmett jumps in. "Please don't ever use that word again, Dad." Dr. Cullen laughs, and I feel some of the tension melt out of Edward's body.
Edward's mom clears her throat, and all the attention turns to her. "Well, sweetheart, I have to say that I'm a little disappointed in you." Immediately, Edward stiffens beside me.
"Mom!" Emmett sounds shocked beside us.
At the same time, Dr. Cullen looks at his wife and asks, "Esme?"
She stands up. "Not about Jasper." She turns toward me. "Jasper, you know that we adore you and love having you around. I can see how much you care for my son." Turning back toward Edward, she continues, "I'm disappointed by all the lying and sneaking around you've been doing. Do you think there's any chance we would have let you spend all those weekends visiting Seattle had we known that you were really spending time with your boyfriend, unsupervised?"
"I guess not." Edward looks sheepish.
"You know the house rules, and they aren't any different whether they apply to a girl or a boy."
"Sorry, Mom." She nods at him and takes a breath.
"Well, now that you're moving out soon, I guess there's not a lot we can do about what's already happened." She walks over to us, and wraps her arms around him. "Your father and I love you very much, dear. The only thing that's important to us is that you're happy."
Dr. Cullen moves from the couch to where we've formed a small circle and tosses an arm over Edward's shoulder. "Yes, Edward. We just want you to be happy."
"I am," he says, voice muffled from his head buried into his Mrs. Cullen's shoulder.
I loosen my grip on Edward's hand, planning to step back and let his family bathe him in their love and support, but Edward just grips my hand tighter.
His message is clear. I'm not going anywhere.
3 months later
Clutching two coffees in my hands, I make my way from the campus parking lot to Edward's dorm room. It's the first day of school, and even though he's already been here a few days for orientation, I want to pick him up and walk him to his first class.
It might be cheesy, but I'm pretty excited that I get to see him all the time now, and it doesn't hurt that Emmett and I have an apartment not far from the school. Of course, I'm not opposed to some dorm room sexy times, much as it might traumatize his roommate, but maybe not until a little later in the year.
Jane, my friend from the dorms last year, works at the front desk and lets me through without calling ahead to Edward. When I reach his door, I laugh at the little whiteboard, proudly proclaiming that Eduardo Cullen and Alejandro Volturi live there. Alec Volturi also happens to be Jane's younger brother, and we all hung out together a few times last year, which is a stroke of luck for Edward.
Stacking the coffees on top of each other, I carefully rap my knuckles against the door. There's some shuffling on the other side of the door before it swings open. "Jasper! What's up?"
"Hey Alec. Is Edward around?"
"I'm right here," he says, stepping around Alec.
"Brought you some first day coffee," I say, handing over the cup to him.
Trying to keep things chaste in front of his new roommate, Edward presses a light kiss to my cheek. "I could get used to this," he comments quietly, taking a small sip. "Perfect."
"Don't get too used to it, babe. This is a special occasion. Which is also why I'm gonna escort you to class."
Edward shakes his head, laughing. "My own personal cowboy bodyguard, huh? Nice."
He gathers his stuff and we walk out, a cup of coffee in one hand, the other loosely holding the other's hand. Stepping through the front doors of his building, Edward turns to me and smiles, wide and happy. "So," he asks, "which way do we go?"
I don't say anything, just tug him to the right. Falling into step with each other, I point out some of the buildings our classes are in, along with the little cafe where we're meeting for lunch.
Dropping him off at the front steps of his lecture hall, I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss him goodbye, still in disbelief that he's here with me and that everything I've been dreaming of almost a year is now a reality. He looks over his shoulder and gives me one last wave before heading through the doors, and my chest warms with affection.
Turning to walk in the opposite direction to my own class starting in half an hour, I think about the past year and everything that's changed. I'm happier than I've ever been, and, much as it pains me to say it, I owe Emmett big time for that. The little fucker won't let me forget it either, but that's okay, because after all, I did end up with a smart, sweet, hot-as-fuck boyfriend, who's worth all the ribbing I put up with.
A few hours later, we meet up with Emmett for lunch, and then head to the one class we all have together.
"I still can't believe I'm in the same class as my little brother. I swear to God, if you get a better grade than me, I'm going to be pissed," Emmett says, poking Edward in the chest.
"Dude," I say, "good luck with that. I think it's a given that he's gonna kick both our asses."
"What? Just because I'm so pale, you think I understand everything vampire-related?"
"No." I grin at him and drop my voice, tossing an arm over his shoulder. "It's because of how much you like to nibble on my neck."
"Oh, ewww!" Emmett sputters. "I did not sign up for a semester of this crap!"
"I'm afraid so," I say, as we walk into the classroom and find seats.
Vampirism in German Lit is gonna be fucking awesome.
That's a wrap! I'll miss these boys like crazy and I can't believe it's over! Please leave me one one last review and let me know if you've enjoyed their story!