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EPOV

The doorbell rang around three o'clock, interrupting my concentration. I grunted in irritation and hit Save before making my way downstairs to answer it. I was hoping it was the new hard drive I had ordered last week, which was taking forever to arrive. I ran my business for a couple of days a week out of the third bedroom in the house, which was completely given over to hardware geekery. Most of my private clients required pretty basic network and security support, but the fun stuff was getting to test and specify new products, and to try to break their security.

The rest of the time I worked as a consultant at a large IT firm. The plan had originally been to give up consulting as the business grew, but the money was just too easy, and to be honest it would not be good for me to spend every day at home on my own. I'd quickly turn into one of those socially incompetent nerds who have totally white skin because they never see daylight and don't have any real friends because they spend their whole time messaging other nerds in a private language that no-one else understands.

I had been halfway through writing a particularly sneaky new algorithm when the bell rang. It would take me hours to retrace my logic to restart work on it.

I yanked the front door open, ready to dump some of my annoyance on the blameless delivery guy, but instead found myself face to face with Jasper. I froze, my hand still on the door handle. Now I really was pissed off.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped at him.

It had been three days since his little visit and I had completely relaxed back into normal life. After the Sunday afternoon sex frenzy, which had continued into the night, it occurred to me that I was over-reacting. I was obviously making Bella concerned and this was no big deal. I still didn't really know quite what had possessed me to go along with his suggestion but I had decided to just forget about it.

I knew I would have to face him again but hadn't counted on it being so soon, or without anyone else around. Having him standing there in front of me, it suddenly didn't seem quite so straightforward.

He gave me that damn knowing smile of his.

"Nice to see you again too, Edward," he responded.

My mouth may have dropped open a little bit, and I somehow failed to stop him stepping inside and brushing past me into the living room. I followed him through, getting that same feeling of being a guest in my own house. He turned to face me, his hands shoved in his jeans pockets, and I looked at him properly for the first time since... well, since.

His straggly dirty blond hair was scraped back into a ridiculous ponytail. He had a light dusting of pale stubble on his jaw, and was staring right back at me with piercing blue eyes. He was wearing faded creased jeans, a striped granddad shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black waistcoat with frayed seams over the top. And cowboy boots. How could I not have noticed he was gay before? And why the hell was I checking out his clothes? I realised he was smirking at me again, and my mouth was still hanging open. Time to pull myself together.

"Did you come for any particular reason or just to annoy me?" I bit out.

"Annoy you?" he replied. "Of course not. You didn't seem annoyed last time I saw you."

He really couldn't help himself. I wanted to smack that damn smirk off his face.

"I just thought," he continued, "that it might be a good idea to, ah, clear the air before the stag party, seeing as how we are going to be getting really, really drunk together in a few days and I'd quite like to just enjoy it."

Oh GOD, the stag do. I had been trying to put that out of my mind. Emmett had a million friends; I'd been hoping I could simply avoid any contact with Jasper for the entire night. But he was right. We probably couldn't ignore each other completely, and I really didn't want to end up killing the bride's brother a week before the wedding.

"Fine," I said. "Consider the air cleared. In fact, let's just forget the whole thing, OK?"

Jasper paused for a moment, looking at the floor, as if considering a multi-page contract.

"Deal," he finally agreed. "In that case we can be friends. Aren't you going to offer me some coffee?"

I rolled my eyes. The man was exasperating. But you know what, I could rise above it. We had got drunk, we had done something a bit crazy, but no harm, no foul. If he was willing to forget about it then so could I. I had actually got on with him pretty well before... well, before. And I wasn't going to get any more work done today anyway.

Fine. Coffee.

I walked into the kitchen and switched on the espresso machine. He followed me in and started reading the labels on the spice jars stacked in a rack on the wall.

"So how did you know I would be home anyway?" I asked, while I opened cupboards and drawers to gather cups and spoons.

"Rose told me," he replied, not looking up, carefully rolling each spice jar with one finger to line the labels up perfectly straight. "You work from home, right?"

"Yep, some of the time."

Fantastic conversation. Hang on a minute...

"Did you tell her why you were coming to see me?" I asked, suddenly starting to panic again. "I mean, she doesn't know, right?"

Now he looked up, his eyebrows raised.

"Know about what?" he asked. "I can't imagine what you are referring to."

I slammed shut the door of the cupboard and leaned heavily on the counter, hunching my neck into my shoulders. Damn it. He really wasn't going to make this easy.

When I looked round he was resting against the worktop, his arms folded in front on his chest, looking at me curiously.

"Look, Edward," he sighed. "I'm not trying to be a jerk about this. I just don't really get what the big deal is. I understand that you don't want to broadcast what you do in the privacy of your own home, and that's totally fine with me. And if it was a one time thing then that's fine too. But if you feel so weird about it why the hell did you do it in the first place?"

Fucking excellent question. I turned back to the worktop.

I thought back to what had happened, for the first time allowing myself to remember what I had been actively trying to suppress. Why had I let him do it? What possible outcome had I imagined? I tried to think about what had been going through my mind when I made the decision, but all I could remember was being achingly hard and utterly persuaded by his rationalisation. It had seemed completely obvious at the time. And it had been so fucking hot.

I felt my traitorous cock start to stiffen and I briefly squeezed my eyes shut in an effort to will it back down again.

I didn't answer him and started loading coffee into the basket and tamping it down. I laboriously assembled two perfect cups of espresso before finally turning around to hand one to him.

We stood facing each other across the small kitchen, sipping the hot coffee. There was no way I was moving this back into the living room. Not getting cosy on the sofa today, thank you very much.

Jasper raised his eyebrows, still waiting for an answer. I huffed and tried to assemble my thoughts into coherent words.

"I did want to do it," I admitted. "It's just, it's not me, you know? I'm straight. And I'm in a relationship."

Very eloquent.

Jasper looked unconvinced. I stared at my coffee.

"It's none of my business, Edward, and you can totally tell me to fuck off, but that makes absolutely no sense whatever. If you are so straight and so happy, it doesn't explain why you wanted it. And you definitely wanted it. Look me right in the eye and tell me you aren't even slightly attracted to me."

I met his eyes and I could feel my resolve crumbling. All the anger and irritation with him, with myself, seemed completely irrational. Damn it, I wasn't going to go through this loop again.

I drained my coffee and set down the cup.

"OK, OK," I said. "I find you attractive. Or at least my cock does. I have no idea why. This has never happened to me before. But other than that, absolutely you can fuck off. We just agreed to ignore this, remember?"

Jasper's face flickered through a range of emotions from smug and delighted to disappointed and frustrated as he processed my words. He suddenly stepped towards me, crossing the kitchen in one stride and leaned past me to place his cup next to mine. He was standing so close I could feel his breath against my cheek, but I was frozen still, unable to lean away from him. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest; I was trapped by his steady gaze, waiting for whatever was coming next.

He inhaled and breathed out slowly, and then spoke very quietly.

"Do you really want me to ignore this, Edward?" he murmured. "I can if I have to, but I think you'll regret it."

I was hypnotised by his voice. The way he said my name, low in his throat, had a physical effect on my body. I was aware of every inch of my skin vibrating. I could hear my blood pounding in my ears, my breath being forced in and out of my lungs. My mouth was dry, my throat constricting with nothing to swallow. Heat was spreading outwards from my groin, my jeans feeling tighter, a prickle of sweat appearing on my face. Even as my mind fought against it I knew it was somehow futile because my body was betraying me with every heartbeat.

I don't know how long we stood there, staring at each other, our eyes just inches apart. I knew he was waiting for me to decide. If I pushed him away he would go and wouldn't come back. I was paralysed, torn between everything I had ever believed about myself, and everything my senses were screaming at me. I forced myself to look away.

"What is it to you?" I managed to croak. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He paused a moment before replying.

"Because just being in the same room as you drives me crazy. Because I am so turned on by you I can't stop myself."

I turned back to look at him as he continued.

"I told myself that I would come here today and just clear the air and walk away, but honestly, I was hoping you would want something more. And even when you are obviously having a problem with this and I should just walk away, I can't. I will if you tell me to but you'll have to really fucking mean it. Do you want me to leave? Do you want me to walk away right now and pretend like this never happened? I'm here for another ten days, Edward, I haven't got time to be subtle."

I tried to swallow again, my dry throat resisting painfully. I thought about Bella and her beautiful, familiar body and her sweet soft mouth. I thought about how she didn't really need me, she didn't really need anyone. I thought about how comfortable we were together, and how easy it was to be apart.

I looked into Jasper's eyes and saw raw desperation. This man who seemed so collected, so at ease with himself, was laying himself open to me and risking my rejection, my scorn. I was utterly terrified and had never felt so powerful in my life. And suddenly the thought of him leaving, going back to his life in the US that I knew nothing about, without touching me again, was not acceptable.

I shook my head.

He visibly relaxed and raised a hand to touch my face. Suddenly my body was released from its paralysis and my own hand automatically grabbed his wrist before he could make contact. I stepped back, still holding on to him. I shook my head again, and snarled at him.

"I have no fucking idea what is going on here, but do not try to fucking kiss me, OK?"

He relaxed further and the smirk was back, and he held up his other hand in mock surrender.

"What am I allowed to do then?" he laughed.

Fuck it. I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly. I moved the wrist I was still holding until his hand was placed firmly against my now solid cock. My breath caught in my throat at the contact.

"Well, you can start by doing something about this if you want," I ground out.

He looked down at our joined hands and started moving his palm slowly up and down against my jeans.

"My pleasure," he sighed.

I released his wrist and he continued moving his hand, watching as his fingers curled to grip me through the stiff fabric.

I closed my eyes and surrendered. There was still a part of my mind that realised I was just creating more problems but the rational part of me was overwhelmed by Jasper. I was completely and literally in his hands. I leaned back on the counter and gripped the edge with both hands, exhaling sharply each time he changed direction until I was practically panting. I was aware that he was using his other hand to carefully undo the button on my jeans and pull the zip apart, still not releasing me from his insistent stroking.

When he finally let me go I gasped and my eyes blinked open to see him looking right at me, his expression heavy with want. He swiftly replaced his hand, this time thrusting inside my jeans and boxers to grasp me fully. I actually fucking growled; it felt unbelievably good. I kept my eyes open this time, wanting to watch his face, trying to understand what was going on in his head.

He began to pump me slowly again, running his thumb over the head each time, spreading around the drops that were already spilling from my tip. He stepped in closer and pushed at my clothes, working them further down my hips and then slid his hand round to my ass, kneading and rubbing the lean muscle.

His slow pace was starting to drive me insane. It felt perfect, his long, strong fingers completely encircling me, gripping me firmly, but I needed more. I wanted to tell him to go faster, to work harder, but I was incapable of speech. I could only take what he would give me. I stared into his eyes, willing him to understand, to stop torturing me and give me what I wanted. But his eyes just smiled back at me, thoroughly enjoying my exquisite frustration.

I dropped my gaze in defeat but immediately noticed the front of his own jeans were straining to keep him contained. The thought of his arousal turned me on even more. Without thinking I grabbed the buckle of his belt and yanked it open. His face registered surprise, and he started to speak.

"Edward, you don't need..."

Hearing him talk gave me back my voice.

"Shut the fuck up."

I ripped open his button fly and pushed my hand inside before I could reconsider. As I made contact with his bare length he moaned through gritted teeth and for the first time his movement against me faltered.

"Don't fucking stop now, you bastard," I panted at him. I wriggled my hand in further to get a better grip. Jesus, the guy was huge. I set a faster pace and thank God, he followed my rhythm, finally giving me the friction I wanted. Jesus fucking Christ that felt good. His free hand was still doing amazing things to my ass so I dragged his clothes down until I could get my other hand under his balls. I cupped them and rolled them in my palm, feeling them tighten straight away.

We were back to staring at each other, our faces only inches apart, the only sounds in the room our ragged breathing and strangled moans. It was like a juvenile pissing contest, both of us trying to make the other come first. I'd never touched another man like this before and was working entirely on instinct. The power I had felt over Jasper when his eyes had begged me to agree had intensified; the knowledge of how I was making him feel taking my own lust to a whole new level.

But despite my feeling of power, he damn well knew what he was doing. I was rapidly losing the game.

We were both pumping furiously when he shifted even closer and slid his other hand further down my ass. I tensed immediately, not even remotely willing to go there. But he kept it moving until his fingers made contact with the flesh between my balls and tightly clenched hole. My eyes rolled back into my head and I gave up the fight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yelled, feeling my every muscle in my body clench as the glorious waves of pleasure shot through me. My orgasm seemed to go on endlessly, thick ropes of warm fluid releasing between us. I had no idea what else was going on and it was only when I eventually started recovering and looked down that I realised that the wet stickiness on my hand and shirt wasn't just from me.

I looked up at Jasper to see him grinning madly at me, still breathing heavily. Neither of us had moved our hands. His smile was infectious, or maybe it was the rush of endorphins, but I knew I was grinning back at him. I had just had possibly the best hand-job of my life, standing in my own kitchen.

Suddenly he closed the small gap remaining between our lips and I didn't care. I hungrily opened my mouth and let him devour me with his tongue. We yanked our hands from where they were trapped between our bodies and grasped at backs and shoulders and necks and hair, pulling each other closer. I could feel his softening cock against my thigh, mine against his, and I ground our sensitive flesh together, still wanting more.

Eventually we broke apart, leaning our foreheads together, our chests heaving.

"No fucking kissing, huh?" he muttered.

"Shut up, asshole," I countered.

We both grinned again. I still had no idea what was going on, but I was in.

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