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A massive thank you to my beta Ealasaid77, with out her I wouldn't be able to update everyday and give my lovely readers their daily fix of Edward and Jasper.

Now I know a lot of you are wanting Edwards side of this and as most of you know I tend to switch between the guys on the chapters, but this one is all Jasper again. I have Edward queuing up to be heard. Edwards POV will be chapter.

JPOV

Monday came round all too quickly for my liking, no sooner had it been Friday afternoon then it was Monday morning and I was heading back in to work.

The paperwork was sitting in my briefcase by the door waiting for me to pick it up and leave. I could see it, sitting there waiting as I sat at the table in the kitchen drinking my coffee waiting to leave.

Trouble was I didn't want to. I couldn't concentrate on numbers and figures with everything that had happened this weekend still fresh in my mind.

Edward had made himself almost disappear after Sunday morning. I don't know if I liked it or not.

It was a little awkward between us now, nothing was smooth and clean cut. I knew Edward well enough to know he was embarrassed by what happened.

I knew him well enough to know that he would be thinking back to the night trying to pinpoint the time when he should have stopped and pushed me away.

He wasn't at fault in this, I had come on to him. He had pushed me away twice telling me to stop, but I continued. He was drunk and so was I, both us had very little control over what happened.

How I could possibly blame him for his actions when I had beg and pleaded for him to do it? Fuck, he was horny and I was offering it on a plate. He had nothing to feel embarrassed for, if anyone should be embarrassed it should be me.

I crossed that line, not him, but me. And I had left myself wondering just what the fuck I wanted now.

It became apparent that I wasn't going to see Edward this morning. Of course I wasn't, I had heard him come in at gone four this morning from the club. I had listened intently to his movements, wondering if he would tap on my door and see if I was awake. Of course he didn't and half an hour after I heard the front door close I heard him walk up the stairs and close his bedroom door.

I wanted to talk to him, to make sure that things between us were still good, that he was still there for me if I needed him, but deep down I knew things had changed between us. I knew that this friendship I had once had with him was gone.

It would never be the same between us.

I had killed the friendship we once had. If I hadn't come on to him then we would never have gone to bed together and I wouldn't be left sitting here wondering what I wanted now and wondering if our friendship was over.

I sighed heading towards the door. I couldn't wait any longer to see if he was going to get up. I had to go to work.

I had to face the world outside and see what lay there.

Looking at the men I passed I tried to work out if I fancied any of them, if they turned me on in any way, shape or form, but none of them did.

I saw a few that were good looking, that would have Edward working his eyes up and down them the same way I would if it was a woman.

Not one of them did anything for me. Maybe I was just fucking too drunk to care when I fucked Edward. Images of that night, of us together filled through my head and I felt myself start to get hard.

What the fuck?

Surely the thought of Edward wasn't enough to turn me on? thought to myself as I pulled into the car park at work.

That wasn't possible. It wasn't possible to suddenly get turned on by the thought of your best friend being naked in front of you when you have known them all your life and never had a single thought like that before.

So if it was just Edward that did it to me, then what did that make me? Straight, but my best gay male friend can turn me on leaving me harder than I have ever been in my whole life, just by thinking of him? I don't think there is that sort of category out there.

I still felt attracted to women, and the thought of having the ball on my tongue bar pressed against some woman's clit was making me throb with need.

So that solved one little thing. I still like women, but when I started to think about the ball on my tongue running up Edwards long thick shaft I almost came unglued.

What the fuck? Are you seriously thinking about having your tongue run up his fucking shaft?

'Boy you have issues, serious issues to sort out.' I groaned and slammed my forehead against the steering wheel, cursing loudly when it hurt. I left my car rubbing my forehead and made my way into the office.

I smiled and nodded at the passing people I worked with and headed towards my own private office. I closed the door behind me and pressed the back of my head to it sighing.

What the fuck was I going to do now? I had fucked everything. I had left myself fucked and confused by what I wanted in my life.

The door handle turned and pushed into my back as I moved away from the door, noticing Maria walking in fresh with some files in her hand as I made my way towards my desk. She popped them down and smiled looking at me.

"Hard weekend?" She asked closing the door to my office and sitting down in front of my desk. Maria had become my sort of shoulder to moan on when at work. I nodded my head and pulled my hair out of my face.

"Maria, can I ask you something? I trust you enough to know it won't leave this room, I need some advice." I asked her. She smiled and tilted her head to the side looking at me.

"Go on then, I'll see if I can help you out there." I closed my eyes for a moment and thought about this.

Maria was a good friend who had helped me a lot with my breakup with Alice giving me insight into a woman's head, but was she really the best person to talk with about what happened between Edward and I?

I could hardly talk to Emmett or Seth. Rose was out of the question.

I don't think Edward would want our friends to know what went on between us on Saturday night. I certainly didn't want them to know that I pushed and talked Edward into fucking me and taking my man cherry. I cringed inwardly, man fucking cherry.

"Okay... You know Edward was opening his new club on Saturday?" She nodded. "It was a blast, but I got totally fucked and fucked someone I shouldn't have. Now I'm really confused and I have no idea of what I want, or what it all means or anything." I sucked in a large gulp of air. Maria giggled at me and shook her head.

"So you got drunk and fucked some girl that was an ugly and you now regret it. So what? It happens. What is there to be confused about? Beer goggles are great and all but they're a bitch when they come off. There is nothing to be worried about or unsure about. Millions of people around this planet have done it." She smiled. She didn't get it, at all.

Yeah, I had pulled a few ugly looking girls in my time when being drunk and horny. Emmett and I had once played Pimp the Pink Piggy. This consisted of getting shit-faced and finding the ugliest girl in pink and have your way with her. The game lasted for one night until we changed the rules, both realising that fucking them wasn't a good idea

"It was Edward." I watched the smile fall from her face as the realisation of what I had been saying fitted together.

Her mouth formed an 'O' shape as she looked at me. I frowned screwing my face up in the process.

"That... That complicates things. I can see why you're feeling like this. So how did that happen? Last time I checked you were straight." I ran my hand over my face.

"I came on to him. Fuck Maria, I have never in my life cum as hard as I did with him. My fucking body felt alive. My skin was on fire, but now? Now I have no idea what I want or anything. I mean, I'm straight, but when I think of Edward..." I trailed off. God, I sounded so fucking sad.

"Jasper, you came on to him?" I nodded. "And when you think of Edward now, does it turn you on?" I nodded again. "Maybe you need to seriously sit down and think about this. If you have felt all of this after being with your best friend, then maybe there was something there all along and you have only just noticed it." My mouth hit the floor.

She couldn't possibly be saying that I was gay now, or that I had always wanted my best friend because that would just be wrong.

"I'm not gay." I retorted folding my arms over my chest. This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have told her, I should have kept it to myself.

"I never said you were, do you find other men attractive?" She asked me. I shook my head at her, even more confused than I was before I sat down and started to talk with her about it.

"So it's just Edward that you're attracted to." She stated as if it was common knowledge that I was attracted to my best friend. I wasn't attracted to him.

"No... Look, I was fucking drunk and now I'm confused about my friendship with him. The night was good. The sex I would sooner not think about." You're so in denial about it. I am not. I just know that I don't want to be fucked by my best friend again.

"Okay Jasper, chill out. You were drunk and it meant nothing, if that's what you want to believe then fine go right ahead." The disbelief in her voice and on her face made me think that I was sending out contradicting signals.

"I'm not gay!" I snapped a little too loudly for my liking.

"Look, you sat there and told me that you had never cum so hard in your life, which tells me that you enjoyed the sex with Edward more than you're willing to admit. I understand that you're confused by all of this, but maybe you should sit your ass down and think everything through. Maybe you're not gay, maybe you just like fucking your best friend. Either way Jasper the best person for you to sit and talk with is Edward." She stood from the chair and left my office.

My head pressed against the desk. I knew I needed to sit myself down and talk to Edward, but I didn't know if I could bring myself to talk to him.

There was such a huge part of me that screamed you're not gay and you don't want your best friend, but the this other part of me told me that I in fact did indeed want my best friend.

That I had never felt that electrical current run through my veins before, that spark of passion and electricity that ran through my body, through every muscle, through ever pour until it was running off my skin like a river.

Edward had touched places deep inside of me that I never knew were there. The things he made me feel blew my mind. I had never ever been so fucking turned on and so hard before in all my life.

My body still wanted his touch, it wanted another fix, but he was my best friend and he was gay and I wasn't.

I didn't get the whole fucking up the ass thing at all. I had fucked women up the ass and even then I felt a little sick, you shit out of that hole. That's not fucking right to stick something up there where your shit comes from.

Yet having Edward fuck me was the best sex of my life, his rough hands running over my skin, his strong muscular body feeling amazing under my touch. The way his lips seemed to find spots in places that drove me crazy with need.

I was used to the soft gentle curves of a woman, not hard strong lines of muscle from a man.

As my head swam with thoughts of what was going on I dragged myself through the day, forcing myself to do my work when all my mind could do was have some internal battle between wanting what I shouldn't want, and not wanting him.

By the time my day ended I was drained, mentally drained from all the mindless arguments I had been having with myself.

The house had lights on as I pulled up outside. Edward's car was still there, which didn't really mean anything as he could get a taxi to the club, but he wouldn't leave the lights on so he must still be in. I could talk to him now, make sure everything between him and I was cool.

Maybe I might even find out how he is feeling with it all, maybe he is as confused as I am. Okay he isn't likely to be confused about his sexual preferences, he knew which team he played for, and so was he confused about us now?

I pushed the door open and closed it almost silently behind me. I could hear two voices coming from the living room, and I knew one of them belonged to Edward, but the other one? No idea. I moved towards the door to the living room which was open listening in to their talk.

"He'll come round, Edward. Don't worry about it." The man's voice said to Edward. "I know it's hard right now, but you and him have been friends for years, it will sort its self out." Anger filled through my veins, he was talking to some guy about what happened between us?

What the fuck was that all about? He had no fucking right to talk to some guy about what happened between us, it should stay between the two of us.

I walked through the living room door, the atmosphere turned sharply as tension filled the air. Edward smiled weakly at me as this guy with black spikey hair looked me up and down.

"Hey, Jazz." Edward said his tone lighter than normal. The fucker knows I heard the end part of his little talk with his cum.

"Err, I'll see you later, Edward." The guy grabbed his coat and walked past me. I turned my body watching him leave. As the door closed I turned to face Edward who was just getting up off the sofa.

"WHO WAS THAT?" I growled out at him. Edward chuckled, fucking me off even more. "Who was it?" I asked again as my form shook with anger. I was trying to keep my anger locked up inside of me.

"Relax will you, you're acting like some jealous boyfriend, growling at me." He reasoned. Jealous boyfriend? He fucking wishes.

"Who was it Edward and just what the fuck were you talking to him about?" I snarled at him. Edward's face was full of shock and disbelief that I was acting like this.

"That, Jazz, was Peter, a friend of mine, and what I was talking about to him was what happened between the two of us." He answered honestly. His honesty was doing nothing but making my blood boil even more.

"A friend of yours? And you were talking about what happened between us? How fucking dare you! What are you trying to do? Recruit me to the gay squad?" I snapped at him. Anger filled his face as he stood up and looked at me.

"Gay squad? What the fuck are you on about? Jasper, I was talking to him about us because I needed someone to talk to. You're telling me you haven't told anyone? And don't fucking lie to me." He snapped back. I didn't answer.

Yeah, I had spoken to Maria at work, but he wasn't about to come walking in while I was talking about it.

"That's not the point." I snapped back unable to think of anything to say. Edward laughed at me mockingly.

"Not the point? So that means you did then. Right, so you can and I can't?" He seethed at me, his face turning redder by the second as his anger filled through his veins.

"No, because unlike you, I wasn't talking about trying to figure a way to be with you!" Shock smacked him hard across the face.

"Trying to get with you? Jasper, I care more about our fucking friendship than that. I was talking to him to see how I can save our fucking friendship after what happened, but thanks a lot, nice to know what you think of me." He stormed past me, slamming the front door behind him.

In a rage I kicked the coffee table, sending its contents flying. I hadn't wanted to fight with Edward, and maybe I overreacted a little.

A little? UNDERSTATMENT of the year, Jazz!

Okay, so maybe I overreacted a lot and I should have approached this differently, but how was I supposed to know he was talking to his friend about saving our friendship? Maybe if you had asked instead of jumping down his throat you would have found out.

Okay, so that was a big point to take into this, but as much as my mind argued my actions with me over this, I still couldn't get my head straight.

I was confused as to what all of this meant. I didn't want to lose my friendship with Edward, I loved him... as a friend.

We had been best friends for years. I always went to him with a problem and he always came to me. I didn't want to lose that. I didn't want to lose the Sunday morning breakfast and chat, catching up on our week. I didn't want to lose the watch the latest DVD and then pulling it to pieces at the end. I wanted to keep all the good things I had with Edward, all the good times I share with him. Us keeping our friendship alive after our night together was heading in the wrong direction, and yet again I had done that.

When Seth moved out last year I had gone to Edward worried that he would be next to move out. I had no plans in leaving the house. I liked where I lived and I didn't want to have to find somewhere else to live if Edward moved out.

Thankfully my fears were empty as Edward had no plans to leave the house, and wondered if we should have someone else move in or just keep it as him and I. I had jumped right away demanding that it stay just him and I.

Did I do that without knowing that somewhere deep inside of me I wanted my best friend?

With every thought the picture cleared slightly, but brought a new set of questions to the table confusing me even more, making my head ache more and more. I needed to go and say sorry, go and try and patch up this mess with him. How my life had suddenly been thrown into a spin through one drunken night.

I showered and changed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a hooded jumper. My hair was still damp as I pulled my trainers on and headed out the front door towards my car. Maybe the club was a good place to talk. It was neutral ground after all, and neither one of us should feel that uncomfortable, should we?

For a Monday night the club already had a line, queuing to get in. Thankfully I didn't need to queue to get into the club. I didn't fancy standing in line in the rain

. I got out of my car and walked up to Paul who was working the door again. He smiled opening the railing for me, hearing the clubbers groan as I jumped the queue. I had to smile, it was nice knowing the boss of a club.

"Where's Edward?" I asked Paul as he closed the railing behind me, he looked me up and down and smirked.

"You know there is a dress code?" He joked with me. I chuckled slightly. "He's in his office I think. He's not been on the floor as far as I know. Hey, do you know what's wrong with him? He came in, in a right mood." I shrugged, of course I knew what was wrong with him. I had put him in that mood.

I walked past Paul into the bouncing club. I pushed the door open on the side and walked up the stairs towards his office.

My heart was beating hard in my chest as I reached the top of the stairs and knocked on his door. I heard him shout for me to come in.

I slowly opened the door, and saw him sitting there behind a desk looking over his books. He looked up through his eyelashes. He cocked an eyebrow at me as I walked towards his desk.

"Come to have another go?" He asked me, his tone cutting through me like a hot knife through butter.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you before, I overreacted... a lot." I sighed and sat down resting my elbows on the desk and my hands under my chin. "Edward, I don't want to lose you as a friend. I'm just completely confused, with everything. It's like a giant head fuck that won't go away." Edward looked at me and opened the desk, pulling out a bottle whiskey and two glasses.

He poured out two shots and passed me one, I looked at it and back at Edward.

"You're my best friend, Jasper. You have been since we were kids, I don't want to lose you because of what happened the other night. I'm sorry I fucked you, Jasper. I should have stopped you from doing this." He sighed taking a drink of his whiskey.

Did he regret fucking me then?

"We were both drunk, we're both to blame." I smirked slightly and watched as Edward frowned a little.

"Yes, but you're not gay, Jasper. I am. I'm not the one sitting here confused over what happened, you are." He looked at the glass spinning slightly in his hands making the golden coloured whiskey swirl.

"And I forced you into it. I begged you to fuck me, not the other way around. Yeah, I'm confused, more why I begged you to fuck me than the act itself. Do you regret it?" I asked him. I watched as he pulled his brow together thinking.

"Honestly?" He asked before sipping his drink, I nodded. "I don't regret fucking you because I had the best orgasm of my life, but I regret it was with you." His thumb ran across his bottom lip looking at me. "Do you regret it?" He asked. I knocked my drink back and sat back on the chair.

"I don't know. I came fucking harder than I ever have, but I don't like the aftermath of it all. Can we forget about it, all of it and just go back to how we were?" I asked. Edward smiled at me, a friendly smile covered his perfect face.

"It's forgotten about already." He placed the glass on the desk as I reached for the bottle.

I offered the bottle to him, but he shook his head. "Working." I laughed thinking back to Saturday when he was drunk at work.

"And Saturday was?" I asked bringing the glass up to my lips, smirking at him as the whisky touched my lips.

"Opening night, so that was different." He smirked looking over the CCTV footage of the club.

"So you're not going to toast our new found friendship and all that crap?" I chuckled, grabbing the bottle and refilling his glass as well as my own. "And besides it's in there now, you wouldn't want to waste good whisky, would you? I'm sure it's a crime." He chuckled and picked up his glass.

"A crime? Well, if that's the case then I guess I better drink it then, but no more and I don't think you should drink anymore either as you drove here." I watched as he took a drink, the weight lifting off me knowing that everything was all good between us again.

I stayed at the club for a while, chatting and laughing with Edward like old times. It was almost as though Saturday night was all but forgotten now.

The tension all gone, no more feeling uncomfortable with what had happened. I arrived home a little later than I had planned to do, but feeling so much more refreshed then I had done since the act itself.

I didn't think I was gay, or that I wanted my best friend in that way. I think I was more worried about the fact that our friendship could have ended because of it.

If that was the case and I didn't want Edward that way, then why did I find myself awake listening for him to come home?

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(Note OG Author) I have a question, Can anyone tell me why we call it a Lemon? Why not humps instead? Just wondering that's all so if you have he answer to it then please let me know.