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A/N: Hi everyone thank you for continuing to read I am already over a thousand views which is brilliant, so thank you. I decided to post this early as it no use to anyone sitting on my computer!

***warning! Lemon alert so if you don't like slash then this is not the story for you.***

Well now that's out of the way, let's get on with the show.

Chapter 4 - Feel This

Jacob POV

Getting to my apartment at 10pm, I walked inside my thoughts on the kiss I had shared with Edward. He had not pulled away this time he had clearly wanted it, that was obvious from the way he had held on to me. Going to the kitchen I went to get a glass of vodka like I had been doing for the past week but I stopped myself as I got the tumbler out.

Just then I heard a key in the lock on the front door, turning round I saw Leah enter a smile on her face as she closed the door. Turning round she saw me standing by the fridge and her smile did not falter.

"Hi Jake"

"Hi Leah, did you have a good date?" he nodded and took off her coat hanging it on the peg by the door. She wore a simple black dress that fitted her well and showed off her legs, no jewelry apart from a set of silver studs. Her hair had been swept back into a low ponytail; her make up light with black wedges on.

"Yes, Jared took me to this restaurant by the river" she sat down on the sofa taking her shoes off motioning for me to sit next to her. "There were these fairy lights everywhere..." I listened intently the whole time doing the gay friend thing, by occasionally nodding my head and interjecting with a supportive comment. I was happy for Leah since her last serious boyfriend Sam she had never been able to get close to anyone else.

Others saw her as bitter, but that was only because she loved him so much. Leah and Sam had even talked about marriage before he broke up with her, for her cousin Emily. Now I could see how happy she was and knowing of the heartbreak she had suffered I wanted that much for her.

An hour later she was still smiling as she kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight. Smiling back at her I went to the kitchen and dismissing the tumbler got the bottle of vodka and took a deep swig. As happy as I was for my friends it just made me feel more alone and miserable for feeling so insanely jealous of them. Taking another deep pull from the bottle I sat at the table getting out a cigarette, taking sips in between each puff and sitting in the semi darkness until the whole bottle was finished.

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Getting out of bed at 10am the next Thursday morning, I saw what woke me up, my phone was ringing like mad. Reaching over to get it I answered the phone without checking the caller ID, big mistake.

"Jacob where the hell are you?" shit, it was my boss the complete asshole that was James Montgomery.

"Um...I'm on my way to work?" my brain felt slow as the last vestiges of sleep left me.

"Don't bother you're late again, for the 5th time so consider this your notice. Your fired Jacob"

"Please don't do that I need this job"

"Well you should have thought about that earlier, instead of going out to clubs and getting a hangover. Some people are responsible and dependable" shaking my head as he lectured me I lay back in my warm bed.

"Fine then, stuff your poxy job. I hate being a sales assistant anyway" hanging up I chucked the phone on the floor and pulled the blanket and pillow over my head, promptly going back to sleep not concerned in the least that I was now jobless.

Nearly three hours later I got out of bed, going into the kitchen I had toast and popped open a beer even though it was barely 1pm. Feeling like crap I flicked through the TV channels going past news channels, gossip shows and sports channels before I settled on MTV. Draining the rest of my beer, I threw the can in the bin and left the TV on turning it up so the voice of The Script and their song nothing could be heard throughout the flat.

Stripping off I took a shower, taking my time under the hot spray until the water went cold. Still taking my time I dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a short sleeved white top. I looked round my bedroom, with nothing better to do I got another beer and cleaned out my room.

At about 5pm I was done, throwing my sheets in the wash I sat myself down on the sofa and flicked though the TV channels again. This time I went past my favourite movie, Grease it was at the start of Summer Lovin' as the actors sang through the number I hummed along tapping my foot to the beat.

Soon I was signing along to the chorus, as the song came to an end I threw my arms out signing the words "summer niiiiights!" as I watched the film I sang along to each song jumping up as Greased Lightning came on, dancing along as well.

So by the time the last song came on I was so immersed in the film that I didn't hear the front door opening. Belting out the last line of the song and throwing my arms out I heard clapping behind me.

"Encore!" called out a male voice, spinning round I saw Edward standing only a few steps away, smiling as he stopped clapping. As I spun round I slipped off the couch, my right foot sliding off the edge as I fell to the floor. My head narrowly missed the coffee table, throwing out my right arm my head was protected as I hit the floor. However my left knee hit the floor hard, as bursts of pain shot up my leg I let out a string of curses. Edward ran to my side the smile fading from his face as he helped me sit up on the sofa my knee throbbing as I sat up.

"Are you alright?" his brow scrunched his mouth set in a frown as he looked with concern for me.

"Fuck no, what are you doing here?"

"I thought you would be at work, so I used the spare key to get in. I just wanted the Muse CD's I left here, why aren't you at work?" his expression turned quizzical as he raised an eyebrow and sat next to me.

"It doesn't matter" he dropped his eyebrow and ran a hand through his permanently messy hair. Moving to make myself more comfortable, a twinge of pain flared up in my knee, seeing me flinch his eyes narrowed at me, his expression turning concerned once more.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing I'm fine" I tried to wave him off but he persisted.

"What hurts?" sighing I crossed my arms.

"Just my knee"

"Let me take a look" he demanded.

"I always thought you were a music teacher not a doctor, silly me" I retorted sarcastically as I pointed to my knee. He reached out and positioned us so my foot was in his lap, his fingers gently touching my knee. His hands were cold and rough from years of guitar playing, but he was gentle as his finger looked for a tender spot. His hands on me did odd things to my body, tingles went down my spine, that was until his hand pushed again a tender spot just to the side of my knee.

Leaning forward I let out another set of curses this time aimed at Edward. "What the hell, man?"

"It's a little swollen, stay here I'll get you some ice to put on it" with care he stood up and placed my foot back on the sofa. Turning my head as he walked into the kitchen, I watched silently as he got a tea towel and some ice, wrapping the ice with the towel. I watched the way he walked round my kitchen knowing exactly where everything was, his movements quick and sure. He walked back to me with the ice inside the tea towel, taking up his previous position he placed the ice on my knee.

Looking down he didn't let go of me as he held the ice to my knee carefully making sure not to apply too much pressure.

"Feel any better?" he looked at me a smile forming on his face. I nodded as he moved slightly his fingers brushing against the side of my leg, making me incredibly aware of how close we were sitting. He looked away at the television as the credits rolled across the screen.

"I knew you liked Grease but I didn't realise you knew all of the dance moves, that last one was very interesting though, did you improvise?" he chuckled teasingly "didn't go so well for you did it?" he looked down at my knee in his lap pointedly.

"shut up!" I slapped his shoulder but could stop the grin that spread across my face. "this is your damn fault, you scared the shit out of me" I moved my hand to take the ice from him, he handed it over his hand lingering on mine for longer than was necessary.

"well, I'm sorry you got hurt" his sincere and quiet as he made no effort to move away from me. A lock of hair fell across his bright green eyes as they locked with my own, without thinking about it I reached over and pushed it out of his eyes. My hand lingered on his forehead as we looked at each silently, I slowly dropped my hand after a few seconds of silence.

He leaned forward slightly stopping when our lips were close enough to touch if I took the final step. He hesitated though, that was when I decided to take control because I really wanted his lips on mine again. Removing the ice from my knee and his relenting grip, I dropped it on to the coffee table then sliding my hand up his arm to rest on the nape of his neck I pressed my lips against his. As our lips met he responded immediately his hands finding their way to my hips as his eyes fluttered closed.

His lips moved against mine with more passion, my other hand went to the back of his neck tugging lightly at his silken locks, he moaned into my mouth and it was one of the sexist sound I've ever heard. He gripped my hips tighter as our chest were now pressed against each other, my leg wrapped round his. Gently pushing him back he obliged so he was now lying on his back underneath me, his hands still on my hips moved upwards taking my shirt off in one swift movement. Breaking the kiss to pull it over my head, he grinned at seeing my torso exposed. Feeling his hands all over my chest exploring made me want his hands on a particular part of my body.

We were moving so fast I barely had any time to think about what I was really doing. All I knew was that I wanted this, wanted him so bad.

At this point my pants were feeling very tight as his hands roamed lower never breaking our kiss as I undid the buttons on his shirt rapidly. As soon as he was free of the shirt I trailed my hands up his naked chest, brushing against his nipples with the pads of my thumbs. He moaned in pleasure arching his back into my touch, loving to hear the sounds he made I flicked his nipples earning another sexy groan that went straight to my dick. He must have felt my cock twitch for he began to grind against me, it felt so good I felt like I was going come on the spot.

"Jake" he moaned out as I trailed kisses down his neck and chest, taking a nipple in my mouth and swirling my tongue round it. Moving my hands down his abs and to the top of his jeans, he squirmed underneath me trying to get me to move faster, but I wanted to savour each moment.

Laying kisses down his torso till I reach the top of his jeans, I slowly pulled down the zipper when I had his jeans off I saw how his boxers tented with his massive erection. Hooking my fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers I quickly pulled them of wanting to see all of his body, Edward looked at me with heavy lidded eyes watching how I stared at his body.

Wrapping my hand round his dick and slowly pumping my hand up and down his shaft, he let out more wanton moans and started to move his hips in time with my movements. Leaning forward I licked the head of his cock and he gripped the arm of the sofa tightly, I loved seeing the usually so composed Edward losing control under my touch.

Keeping my eyes on Edward I put my lips on the top of his dick slowly sinking my mouth over the rest of his hard member, he gripped the sofa tightly his eyes closed his hair even messier than it normally was. His hand found its way to my head, as my mouth sank lower over his gloriously delicious dick.

Continuing my movements I reached down and undid the buttons on my shorts, not bothering to pull them down but reaching inside and wrapping my hand round my own aching cock. Sliding my hand up and down my own cock I speeded up my movements on Edward, hollowing out my cheeks and taking him in far enough that his cock touched the back of my throat.

"Fuck, I...I think I'm gonna come!" I was close to the edge as well and began pumping my dick faster, increasing my pace as I sucked harder on him. The hand in my hair tightened, in a way that almost hurt but added to the pleasure. As his orgasm came his face was beautiful, his eyes rolled back, his lips parting as a cry of pleasure left his mouth. He came hard, spurts of his cum in my mouth, as I came all over my hand, swallowing each bit of cum.

His eyes were closed as he breathed heavily coming down from his high, a crooked smile on his face as he lay sated on the couch. Grabbing my shirt from where he dropped it I wiped off the remainder of cum, from my hand and from Edward, his eyes opening to look at me silently the smile no longer his face.

"Shit!" he sat up abruptly and looked for his clothes, as he picked up his jeans and shirt I did up the zip on my shirts not bothering with the stained shirt. He didn't look at me, he looked at the floor, the clock, the sofa everywhere but not at me. Without another word he buttoned up his shirt rapidly, unaware some were done up wrong making him seem more scruffy. Running his hands through his hair he walked to the door, opening it and pausing for a moment as I called out his name softly.

"Edward" his shoulders tensed, his hand gripping the door handle.

"This shouldn't have happened"

"But it did" he was silent for moment.

"I am engaged to Bella, we should forget this ever happened" he left shutting the door with more force than was necessary. I stood there for a while not believing what just happened, how could I have let it get that far?

Striding into the kitchen, I got a bottle of whisky and poured three fingers of it into the first cup I picked up and promptly took a deep swig of the amber coloured liquid relishing the burn at the back of my throat. Leah chooses that moment to walk in a bewildered expression on her face.

"Hi Jake, I just saw Edward leaving is he alright? He looked really...angry, did something happen?" taking a smaller sip this time I shook my head, she raised an eyebrow but waited for me to speak.

"Nothing happened" I heard the bitterness in my voice but if she noticed she said nothing about it. Draining the last of my drink, I sighed and poured myself another drink Leah looked away hanging up her coat and taking off her heels.

"Well whatever happens, I hope it's something that can be easily solved" with that she walked into her room quietly closing the door behind her.

"I hope" talking to myself I sighed heavily, sitting at the table and putting my head in my hands.

A/N: now we're getting somewhere, so what do you all think? In the next chapter I'm going back to Edwards's point of view, I'd like to know which you prefer as I want to stay with one person's view.

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