This is unbeta'd and not pre-read by anyone. All mistakes are my own.

MA: This story will have explicit and lemony scenes. If boy x boy relations offend you please don't read any further.

Just when I think I'll have more time to write something else time intensive gets dropped in my lap. I'm through making promises – I can't be trusted, but I can apologize. Sorry!

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Probably shouldn't be drinking more. I shrugged to myself and took another sip as I made my way over to Jasper. I stumbled and had to concentrate to keep one foot in front of the other without tripping. I was already half-hard in anticipation of being close to him again. I could feel a giggle ready to burst out of me and I knew I was smiling.

Getting drunk was a whole lot more fun than I'd ever imagined.

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I jumped and nearly hit the side of a stall door when fingers pressed painfully into my arm causing me to halt in my tracks. I looked down to see Garrett's hand wrapped around my bicep.

My what girly hands you have.

Without a word I tried to shrug off his grip, it felt wrong to have someone touch me, someone who's not Jasper, especially when I was aroused. His fingers dug in harder and I could feel my erection start to wilt - yet I still couldn't wipe the smile from my face.

I'd never felt better.

"Hey Teddy, don't leave me by myself," Garrett pulled my arm again and tried to haul me back.

It was like a fly trying to lift a frog. Nuh uh. No way. Not gonna happen.

Maybe if he'd been completely sober versus my current state of intoxication he might have had some chance in restraining me.

No, probably not even then.

I removed his hand finger by finger. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Seeing Garrett's fingers being peeled back was distracting and then my vision blurred for a second. I glanced to his face and for a moment I thought he almost looked panicked.

What the fuck is he worried about?

As my vision cleared I saw him smiling instead.

Okaaay.

He squeezed my hand and I realized I hadn't let go of his fingers.

I almost giggled. Or maybe I did?

Look Garrett, we're holding hands.

Wait. Wasn't… where did Jasper go?

Dropping Garrett's hand I attempted to placate him.

"I'll be right back. I need to do this." What this was I wasn't about to explain.

I motioned toward Jasper and Garrett shook his head.

"Don't," he warned me.

Irritation flashed through me.

Don't tell me what to do.

My exasperation with Garrett dissipated as my brain was overtaken with anxiety.

Why wasn't I good enough? How could he move on so fast?

Determination steeled within me and I realized this was my opportunity. If I wanted to have something with Jasper I needed to make it happen.

One night.

Was that too much to ask?

"I'll be right back," I lied.

Garrett will drink more and won't even notice if I'm gone for awhile.

"No Edward, he's only going to hurt you. He's already moved on."

A sting spread through me as Garrett reminded me of the painful truth.

One night. I wanted it so bad I could feel a curl in my stomach. I can do this.

"Talk. Just talk Gar. Le me go," I demanded.

Ignoring the look of doubt on Garrett's face, I flashed him a grin and waved my fingers at him to go away. It was nice to have such a protective best friend, but sometimes I didn't need it.

Without another backward glance I walked as purposefully as I could toward my goal. My steps only a little slower, a little less sure than when I'd started out. The lightness in my head was still making me feel awesome and my smile continued on unabated.

Jasper looked up as I approached and I saw a look of disappointment cross his face.

Guess he was hoping I wouldn't be here. Fuck that stings.

"Hey," he mumbled to me as he butted out his cigarette.

My attempt to keep from wrinkling my nose at the sight of his disgusting habit was generally unsuccessful and I tried to quell my disappointment at his half-hearted greeting.

How do I get him to fool around with me? Can I pull off being seductive?

I laughed again at the image of me trying to sound all sexy. That so wasn't me. My face flushed with the idea and my cock grew stiff again.

See, I can't be all that drunk or my dick wouldn't be so stubborn.

When my blurred vision cleared and I focused in on Jasper again he was looking at me with a smirk.

Better. At least he's smiling now.

"Hey ba… uh… Jasper…. man." Fuck! Real smooth idiot. "Whatcha doin by yourself?"

"Well I was having a smoke," he smiled at me without apology. He frowned as he noticed the flute in my hand. "How much have you been drinking? Where's Emmett?"

I smiled. I don't know why I was smiling. I held up my finger and thumb about an inch apart. "A little. Coupla of glasses. It's good, you shhhould t…try some. It's delicious." I leaned in toward him. "I've never been drunk before," I whispered, as if I was telling him some secret. I could smell a mix of tobacco and some other spice. Blood continued to rush into my cock making my pants feel even tighter and I desperately wanted to reach down and relieve it with some friction.

Please let him want me.

"Are you sure it's smart to be drinking? Where's your brother?" Jasper leaned away from me.

I smiled. He is so goddamm fucking beautiful. I wanted to touch his blonde curls that looked so light, his chiseled shoulders, his… fuck. I wanted to touch him everywhere.

"Why? Are you gonna tell on me?" I teased, reaching forward and running my hand up his arm. His skin burned under my touch and I had to hold myself back from pressing my whole body against him. I wanted to feel every part of him.

Jasper groaned and moved away. I could feel a frown crease my forehead. I didn't like him resisting my touch. This isn't the way I imagined it.

"Fuck Edward," Jasper lowered his voice to a whisper. "Sugar, you need to be careful before you out yourself in front of the whole backstretch."

Sugar. I liked it.

Out myself. Fuck them. I'm tired of all this bullshit.

I rubbed my eyes and ran my hand down my face.

"I don't care babe," If he could call me sugar than I was going to take every advantage. "I'm tired of pretending. None of these assholes matter."

I leaned toward him again, determined to have my hands and lips on him in some way or fashion. When I was close enough to smell his enthralling scent I shut my eyes and closed the distance between us and was surprised to find myself on my hands and knees. I looked up to see Jasper crouching next to me.

Whoa. He has to have the most intensely blue eyes.

I think I might've whimpered.

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I woke up in a heap on the floor.

My stomach lurched and the room spun. I blinked with blurry eyes around the unfamiliar space.

What the fuck? Where am I?

I noticed a clock blinking on what looked to be a DVD player located under a large black device that could only be a T.V. A memory started to click into place…

"Are you Jasper? Is Edward here?"

Dad?

Oh shit.

Realizing I was in Jasper's living room, I pushed up to my knees and groaned.

So this is what it feels like to have a hangover.

What happened last night?

My memories of the night before came as a flash of different people, various conversations, and some very interesting happenings. I winced as I vividly remembered gushing to Rosalie of all people, both about my brother and hers. Fuck. I have no idea who might have been present for that conversation.

Mostly I remember Garrett, Emmett, and Jasper.

I also remember waking up in the dark and making a move on Jasper. It had worked so much better than I'd anticipated. My dick started to awaken as I remembered his hot mouth enveloping it. Or, I frowned as I concentrated on remembering what exactly had occurred,did I dream all that?

"Come in sir. He's sleeping on our couch."

Scrambling to my feet I looked to see what I might still be wearing and I was relieved to find I was still fully dressed.

Why did Jasper leave me to sleep on the couch alone?

"What happened last night? Why didn't he come home?"

I sat down on the couch, head in my hands as I listened keenly to Jasper's response. It was information I needed to know too.

"Uh, well. Edward had a little too much champagne at the celebration last night and I couldn't get him to tell me where home was. I didn't want to leave him alone, so my sister Rosalie and I brought him here to sleep it off. We were going to drive him into work in the morning."

I can't even fucking remember the ride here.

"Son of a bitch. I assumed his dumb-ass brother would look out for him. Edward knows better than to act like that. He's lucky he had someone responsible like you to take care of him. Why the trouble he coulda…" My dad's angry voice trailed off abruptly. "Thanks. Show me where he is and I'll take him outta your hair."

I slid my hands through my hair as I prepared to see both my father and Jasper. I think I was more worried about how Jasper might be feeling than dealing with an enraged Edward Sr.

Did he regret what we did last night?

I couldn't remember how everything went down.Was I able to reciprocate? God I wish I could remember that! I didn't have any flashes of touching Jasper.Did that mean I'd passed out before I had the opportunity or was I merely forgetting? I have to admit to being concerned about my performance. How good could I have been - drunk and inexperienced? Now there's a winning combination.

"How did you know to come here?" I heard Jasper ask.

"After I was fucking driving all over town, Emmett came up with you as a possibility and he got your address from someone at the Track," my dad grumbled.

As I heard their footsteps approaching, my stomach ached and then somersaulted from nerves as much as the alcohol.

Jasper entered the room before my father and I immediately sought out his gaze. It told me nothing about last night. Instead, he seemed apprehensive and neutral in how he looked at me; like he was a concerned friend with no memory of having his lips wrapped around my dick.

Did what happened last night change things between us?

Although I had no intention of sharing that part of my life with my father, and I should have been feeling relief at how well Jasper could act in his role as a concerned friend, I was still feeling somewhat despondent at not being able to discern any interest from his within his eyes.

"You're up," Jasper stated the obvious.

"Good," my dad uttered behind him. His voice conveying his disapproval. "We're leaving Edward. Let's go." He turned around without waiting for a response and headed back to the front door.

I searched Jasper's eyes for any kind of message, but all I could see was unease.

"Jay, what…" I started to ask.

"Listen quick. Your brother decided that it was best if you slept off the alcohol at the Track. We moved you to the Twilight tack room and you were sleeping on the bales of straw. Emmett and Garrett deci…"

"Garrett?" I interrupted.

A memory came alive for a moment in my head.

"Oh my god, please don't pass out on me." A hand tentatively brushed through my hair. I've wanted you for so long. I don't think I can resist."

I shook my head to dispel the recollection. I didn't have time for those kinds of thoughts right now. Not with my dad waiting.

Jasper sighed with what sounded like disapproval. "Yeah you know, your bff. They decided together that Garrett would take care of you and make sure you were okay for the night. Emmett didn't want you to go home to your father in that state."

"How did I end up here?" Why?

"I was…concerned. I'd left you with Garrett about eleven last night and I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned. Your friend," he said friend as if he meant anything but, "had been drinking too, although he appeared a lot more in control of himself. Still I worried." He looked away from me as he spoke, as if he couldn't look me in the eye for the next part he had to relate. "I ended up heading back around one because I was worried. It was a good thing too, you were all alone and the tack room door was wide open."

"Edward, get the hell out here," my dad bellowed. "NOW."

Fuck. I'd have to get answers later.

"Thanks Jay," I offered sincerely. The way he'd taken care of me was sending off all sorts of happy bursts through my chest.

I wanted to kiss him.

But, between having breath tasting as if something died in it and a sky-rocketing fear of rejection I moved forward to hug him instead. My movement seemed to surprise Jasper and he took a step back. His reaction hurt. I can't even touch him now? My stomach lurched again.

I couldn't look at him.

"Right. See you at work in awhile?" I didn't even know what time it was. From the lack of light filtering through the blinds on Jasper's front window I could tell it was still dark outside.

"Yup. See ya then," Jasper answered with a detached tone.

My brain was a mess of confusion. His actions had shown he cared. As far as I could recall we had some sort of intimate action last night, and yet, he was now acting as we were polite acquaintances.

Not wanting to keep my dad waiting any longer I hurried as best I could with nausea abounding throughout my system.

Oh fuck. I'm going to be sick.

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The short trip home was mostly silent; mostly because although we didn't talk, my dad had continued to make a variety of disapproving sounds as he drove. The clock on the dashboard showed that it was only a few minutes after four. I held one hand on my stomach and the other across my mouth.

Hold it in. We'll be home soon. Not long. Not long.

With Jasper's rejection still stinging another memory assaulted me without warning.

Together we'd somehow released my erection from my pants and then Jasper hesitated. I wished I could see the expression on his face. What was he thinking?

"Shhhh. We don't want anyone to hear us. Are you sure you want this… Edward?"

"Jesus, stop fucking teasing me," I complained. Please touch me. NOW.

I must have gotten my sense of urgency across because it wasn't long before his hand wrapped around me and I'd had no idea it could feel so different. So fucking amazing. It took what little control I had left to keep from exploding after only a few strokes.

The memories that assaulted me felt so surreal I again questioned if I hadn't simply dreamt it in my drunken slumber. And while my stomach was still threatening to erupt, somehow my dick was still able to raise itself half-mast.

What really happened last night?

Even though I'd gone into this situation knowing it wouldn't be the start of a relationship, Jasper's reaction to a hug had solidified the bleakness of our situation.

It was really over.

When we arrived home I was hopeful that we could avoid the imminent discussion about my behavior and discuss it at a later date.

Or, preferably not at all.

My dad paused with his hand on the front door.

"I called your brother to see if he'd seen you before he left. He'd said you would be at the Track, but when I got there security wouldn't let me in to look for you. I was half mad with worry." Really? "One of the guards left to check out where you'd been left. When they returned without finding you I had no idea where to look first. Luckily your brother had several ideas. The first being that fuck-up faggot you call your friend. When I showed up at their door his mom reported that he'd arrived home hours ago, alone. Honestly Edward, I don't know where your head is at.

"This is how it's going to work," my dad's tone immediately dispelled the tiniest hope I'd been grasping onto that I might be given a reprieve from punishment. "You are going to in and get showered because you smell like horse shit and a winery. Then, because I doubt you are in complete control of yourself, I will drive you to work. I don't want to hear any complaints or whining about how you might be feeling. And, because I can see you won't be avoiding some of the effects of poisoning your body such as you have, find a toilet quick or you'll be cleaning the mess up yourself. We'll talk punishment tonight."

Swallowing the groan that wanted to be released, I slowly opened the car door and shifted my weight as gently as possible out of the vehicle. I then shuffled behind my dad, hoping against hope that a quick session with the toilet would make me feel substantially better. Not very likely.

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"Headache?" Jasper questioned me quietly as we sipped our morning drinks and waited for Carlisle's directions.

I wanted so much to wrap my arms around him. Why did nothing that happened last night change our situation?

"Ummm. Actually no. My stomach still feels queasy though," I grimaced as I considered the state of my bathroom. My dad had been very explicit on his assertions that I would be the only one to clean up that mess. Shit, it's going to be dried up and twice as hard to clean when I get home.

The look on Jasper's face matched my own look of disgust, but it quickly morphed into something more empathetic.

"Well it's happened to all of us," he commiserated.

"Jasper?" I took a quick peak outside the tack room to see if Carlisle or Fred were close by. When I didn't see anyone I continued. "About last night…" I didn't know how to ask.

By the way Jasper, did you suck my cock last night?

"I uh… I was wondering if you could give me more… details about last night? My head is kinda fuzzy still."

"Well you were already drunk when you approached me and you were a little less inhibited than you would normally be. I was worried you'd do or say something in front of the others that you'd come to regret in the morning," he explained.

"Sorry," I dropped my head in embarrassment. I needed to know everything. "What else happened?

"I convinced you to move away from the party and we came back here."

Jasper's lowered his eyes as if he was hiding something.

"Emmett found us here."

Oh God, what did my brother witness!

Jasper must have noticed the increase in my agitation and he was quick to reassure me.

"You were chatty, but we were only talking. I'd motioned to Rosalie where we were headed when we left the party and I think she'd passed on the info to your brother. I knew he'd be coming to look for you."

Is that the only reason we were only talking?

"While your brother and I worked on a solution as to what to do with you, he remembered you'd brought Garrett with you and he left to go find him. The rest you know."

What? That's it? What about that amazing blowjob I remember receiving?

"That's it?" I couldn't hold back the question, although I'd never intended to ask that way.

"Yeah," Jasper smirked. "You sure are a flirtatious drunk E, quite amusing."

Is he trying to say nothing happened? What the fucking hell?

"I hope my behavior didn't make you too uncomfortable?" I was reaching, trying to read his every reaction. It wasn't that it couldn't have been a dream, but it seemed so real. I still couldn't shake the memory.

"Nahh," he shrugged, his eyes dancing in amusement.

Even while I was sorting through the confusion I couldn't help but smile back. It was nice to have a moment, fleeting as it might be. Any moment with a happy Jasper was worth savoring.

Jasper opened his mouth as if to add something more, but Fred's voice carried over to us and I knew our private conversation was over. His mouth closed abruptly and he winked at me. A thrill shot through me.

Jasper whispered in my ear as he passed and goosebumps erupted across the back of my arms.

"I had a hard time resisting your charms sugar. Next time you might not get away with it."

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Thanks for reading!

Next up: A Garrett outtake covering a lot of what Edward is having a hard time remembering. For those of you who reviewed one of the last couple of chapters and received an invitation to pre-read a part of chapter 30 - do not fear. It has grown from about 1,700 words to 5,800. So if it starts off sounding familiar don't give up and skip the chapter, there is a lot new.

Teaser from Chapter 30 (Garrett POV):

Nothing was ever going to feel the same.

My stomach rolled as I considered what I should do - how this might affect our relationship. I didn't know if I could ever again look Edward in the eye. The pain and disgust I felt over what had occurred would stay with me forever.