A/N: Sorry it's been so long since an update. I'd lost the inspiration for a while, but hopefully more chapters will be forthcoming. Also, this one has political references which some might find taboo… they are not meant to offend, so please don't take it that way if you feel differently. Finally, this one is somewhat OOC, but you'll find both Twilight and Monty Python references, particularly towards the end, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Monty Python, or Ayn Rand, any characters associated therewith, or anything else really. Le sigh.

"Repressed Emotions"

Sigh. Jasper took a deep cleansing breath, trying to release the tension that had been building since the start of the week. Here it was, Thursday, and the weekend was so close he could taste it.

He thanked the stars above for the millionth time that he'd given up him campus job at the café in order to focus more on his studies this semester. With only months to go before graduation, he really needed to be focusing on finishing his degree and moving on to the next step – graduate school. Most would not be as excited as he was to submit to another three years of schooling, but then again, most weren't political science and history double majors. With his thirst for knowledge and passion for books, he would be more than content to live life as a professional student. He saw more of the quiet back corner on the third floor of the library than he did his own apartment!

Enjoying the crisp January air, he continued on down the sidewalk towards the last class of the day, Political Philosophy. This was probably his favorite class to date, although he always did have a soft spot for Medieval Europe; the lore surrounding King Arthur and his brave knights was both fantastical and intriguing.

Jasper sidled over to his usual seat, four rows from the front, just right of center. The class was beginning to fill in, most of the students familiar after several semesters spent in each other's company. The history and poli sci classes tended to be neglected by non-majors, so there were few if any new students in the fray.

Dr. Cullen walked in just before class was meant to begin and gave the traditional first day of classes – hope you're in the right place – this is what's expected of you spiel, and spent the last half hour going over the midterm team project that was to be completed in place of an exam. After posting the list of assigned pairs, he dismissed the class, and the weekend began. There was definitely a plus side to his chosen majors, since Jasper wasn't required to attend Friday labs like the math and science majors were.

Jasper deigned a glance at the pairs list, noting his partner was none other than Edward Cullen, the professor's extremely reserved and nerdy son. At least he wouldn't have to worry about the work ethic issues often associated with random pairings. He made a note to catch up with Edward during the next class and headed out to the coffee shop he frequented every Thursday night.

The weekend passed in its usual lack-luster fashion, although there was the high point of the marathon of BBC historical documentaries. One in particular focused on King Arthur, although the narrating historian changed rather abruptly in the middle of the film. Jasper also managed to get through the rest of the book he'd been trudging through on the origins of democracy.

On Monday, he made sure to get to class early so he could talk with Edward a few minutes before class. The boy was perpetually early, probably not wanting to incur his father's wrath. Jasper quietly approached him, taking note of Edward's meticulous appearance. His long-sleeved polo shirt was obviously pressed was neatly tucked into a belted pair of similarly wrinkle-free khakis. His copper hair was neatly combed to the side and tucked behind each ear as he sat hunched over the desk, studying what appeared to be last week's notes. Jasper murmured a polite greeting, but despite his attempts not to startle Edward, startled – and surprisingly green – eyes darted up to meet Jasper's own blue ones.

Edward remained frozen for far longer than was appropriate for normal conversation, before finally regaining his wits and stuttering out a reply, "H-hullo." Jasper noted that Edward apparently had the same British accent as his father, but turned his focus back to the farce of a conversation currently underway. Mentally sighing, Jasper realized he was going to be doing the leading.

"Hi, I'm Jasper, and I saw last class that we're paired up together on the group project. I was wondering if we could set up a time for sometime this week to go over the project and start brainstorming."

"It's nice to meet you Jasper," Edward finally managed. "I guess you know who I am already since you came up to me." He flushed and cringed in embarrassment, for what reason Jasper did not know, although he attributed it to Edward's seeming unfamiliarity with human interaction.

"Yes, Edward, I know who you are. So, what's your schedule like? I'm free after this class and then Tuesday and Wednesday mornings, or weekends too, whichever works best for you."

Edward quickly agreed that meeting after their Poli Phi class was fine, but suggested Thursday instead. Jasper was about to decline, but figured that he could skip his meeting at a coffee shop just this once and suggested his apartment for the meeting. If they left straight from class, he might even be able to get the meeting over with in time to meet with his book club at 7pm. Edward agreed but noted that he didn't have a ride, since Jasper's apartment was off campus. "No problem, I can give you a ride after class and then drop you off when we're done," Jasper replied. He could have sworn he heard a muttered, "It's a date," but figured he was just imagining things. He was soon lost in the world of Hobbes and Hume, leaving thoughts of the project to the side.

The week flew by, and Jasper's Thursday Poli Phi class was upon him. Today, Dr. Cullen briefly went over the goals of the group project. They were to devise a social contract for the ideal society and were to explain any deviations they made from current society. Jasper laughed internally when he imagined what fun his Randian book club would have with this project. Maybe they would have some insight to add after his meeting with Edward.

As the class ended, Jasper leisurely stood and stretched, relieving the kinks earned from fitting his lanky 6'3" frame into the desks clearly meant for school children. The bottom hem of his sweater rose just a fraction of an inch above the waistline of his low slung jeans, before he relaxed and the sweater returned to its place. He looked up to find Edward standing still like a deer caught in the headlights, starting at his torso. Jasper cleared his throat to get Edward's attention, and Edward immediately averted his gaze to the ground and flushed a deep crimson. Jasper awkwardly suggested that they head out. Edward merely nodded and followed Jasper silently to the parking lot. Jasper stopped beside his motorcycle and began to put his backpack away and pulled out the spare helmet. Edward looked like he was going to protest, but Jasper assured him it was safe and that all he had to do was hold on tight. This prompted another fit of blushing on Edward's part, and Jasper couldn't help but wonder again what he had to be embarrassed about. Maybe he didn't want to be sitting that close to another guy?

"Hey, man, I don't bite or anything," Jasper joked, but this only sent Edward into a choking fit. Edward finally composed himself, looking for all the world like he was talking to himself, and put the helmet on. Jasper swung a muscular leg over the bike and encouraged Edward to do the same. Jasper started the bike and Edward tentatively put his hands on either side of Jasper's natural waistline. Jasper snorted at the shy hold, but figured he'd tighten his grip once they started off. He was right; as soon as they exited the parking lot and merged onto the main road, Edward's arms latched onto Jasper's torso as if his life depended on it. A few minutes later, they pulled into Jasper's apartment complex and Edward shakily relinquished his death grip.

"It wasn't so bad, was it?" Jasper teased, amused by Edward's responding shudder. "Don't worry, it gets better after the first time." It was getting dark, so Edward's blush was hidden. "Well, it's not getting any warmer, so let's get inside!" Jasper led him upstairs and into his apartment. Edward stood in the entry way as if he didn't know what to do next, and Jasper invited him to remove his coat and make himself comfortable.

Jasper retreated to the kitchen to get them some sodas, reflecting on his encounter with Edward so far. The boy was so skittish! If he didn't know better, he'd think that maybe Edward had a crush on him or something, not that he'd have a problem with that or anything. When it came down to it, a hole was a hole and a mouth was a mouth. But Edward? They couldn't possibly have anything in common, and the Cullen spawn had clearly never let loose a day in his life! Maybe you just had to get to know him better? With a sigh, he popped the top on the sodas and returned to the living room to find Edward sitting perfectly still, perched on the sofa, staring at his lap. Jasper offered him the drink and plopped down in his favorite arm chair. He took a sip of the refreshing beverage, and as Edward did the same, he couldn't help but notice how the tip of Edward's pink tongue darted out to catch a stray drip on his lip.

Clearing his throat in an attempt to regain focus, Jasper suggested that they start brainstorming. "Now, what I think we should do first is look at the current system of government. If we identify points that are ineffectual, this will give us a starting point for the deviations, and we'll already have the explanations out of the way."

Edward agreed and they dove into their project. Along the way, the sound of grumbling stomachs overpowered their thoughts and Jasper put a frozen pizza in the oven. They were making good ground on the project so there was no sense in stopping the progress. Edward finally seemed to be relaxing in Jasper's presence, and a hint of personality was beginning to shine through. As they finished devouring the pizza, Jasper brought up the issue of the American presidency.

Edward scoffed, "Don't you mean royalty? The presidency has become nothing more than a kingship. Fucking King of America; exploiting the workers, holding onto outdated imperialist dogma, perpetuating the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress…" Edward trailed off, realizing that he'd began to ramble. Jasper, meanwhile, began to harden.

An amused glint shone in Jasper's eyes. "I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were a democracy," he said sarcastically.

Edward either missed the sarcasm or ignored because he continued on, "You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes- -" Jasper cut him off by holding up a hand. Edward's cheeks were flushed with the passion in his speech and his breathing was getting short. Jasper wondered how he could have missed out on this version of Edward for so long. In his frustration, Edward had run his fingers through his hair, mussing up the normally organized coif into something resembling sex-hair. Jasper wondered what else could make his hair look like that.

Jasper volleyed back, "What's your solution then, smart guy?"

Edward was ready with an answer, not knowing that Jasper was merely trying to keep him riled up. "If only we could establish an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We could take turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week." Jasper grew even harder. "And we could have meetings to ratify the officers' decisions." Jasper stifled a groan. "You'd only need a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs." Jasper was quickly losing his hold over his self-control. If Edward didn't wrap this up, he'd find himself with a lap full of Jasper. "Of course you'd need a two-thirds majority in the case of more - -" Jasper couldn't take it any more. He lunged out of his arm chair and tackled Edward back onto the sofa, silencing the scintillating tirade with his lips.

Edward stayed frozen for a moment under the assault, and Jasper briefly thought that perhaps he'd misread the signs, but Edward seems to get he hint and began responding. Their mouths moved together, tongues intertwining and teeth gently clacking. They nipped, licked, and sucked at each others' lips, jaws, and necks. When the need to breath became overwhelming, they broke apart gasping, foreheads pressed together. Jasper shifted so that he was no longer crushing Edward and took in his glazed expression, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. Jasper decided he much preferred this look on Edward to his usual immaculate appearance.

Edward, in between nibbles to Jasper's earlobe, began to whisper. "It would be a true representative government. We could establish a reserve banking standard in line with the gold standard in place before Nixon." Jasper began frotting his denim covered hardness against Edward's khaki covered thigh. "Personal responsibility would be the name of the game. None of this welfare state rubbish. Real people working for real wages with a stable money supply." Jasper moved his hand to Edward's zipper, briefly looking to his eyes for permission, and returning to his task at Edward's nod. He unbuttoned the khakis and pulled them down Edward's thighs. Edward's breath hitched as Jasper quickly relieved him of his plaid boxers, but resumed his naughty whispering. "The government wouldn't be involved in business; the market would be free to follow the laws of supply and demand." Jasper began to stroke Edward's cock, using precum as a lubricant; it wasn't enough but it would do for now. His other hand found its way beneath his own waistband and began tending to his own rather desperate erection. "Private property would be protected and promoted. Individual rights would not be subject to manipulation by the government, as they are not the public's to gamble." Jasper knew he wouldn't last much longer and hoped Edward was just as close. He stared hungrily at the glistening cock and had to taste it. Sucking the head into his mouth, he relished the salty twang and the velvet texture. Edward miraculously maintained his composure enough to continue. "As Ayn Rand said, 'It only stands to reason that where there's sacrifice, there's someone collecting the sacrificial offerings. Where there's service, there is someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice is speaking of slaves and masters, and intends to be the master.'" With this last thought, Jasper gave a strangled cry around Edward's length, spilling over his hand in his denims. The vibrations sent Edward over the edge and Jasper had just enough left of his mental faculties to swallow every drop.

They both lay still for several minutes, panting to catch their breath. Finally, Jasper sat back up and looked toward Edward. With an amused smirk, he reflected, "That's all good and well, but it's no more likely to happen than the Lady of the Lake is to emerge from the waters bearing Excalibur, bestowing it upon a lowly community supervisor as a symbol of Divine Providence."