A/N: So when we wrote Man Up, there was some debate over how to do the initial scene in which Edward confronts Jasper about his feelings. I wrote three different versions, and because I liked the other two but they didn't make the cut, I'm posting them for you to read anyway.

This one is kind of silly but fun. However, we worried that it might ruin the intensity of the scene so it didn't make the cut.

He came closer to me and I could feel the heat coming off him through his clothes. His breath was next to my ear when he whispered, "It's okay, you know. You don't have to pretend with me."

I shot away from him and put my hands up to keep him from coming closer. All I needed was another boner to make myself look even more pathetic. "What the fuck are you doing?" I practically shouted.

Edward looked taken aback, but that look was quickly replaced by annoyance. "Chill the fuck out, okay? I came here to tell you I feel the same way," he said with an edge to his normally smooth voice.

"What?" I choked out. This was just getting surreal now.

He rolled his eyes and rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyes. "I like you, you obtuse asshole. Don't give me that look, I saw the way you were checking me out yesterday. I obviously don't have a pussy, so don't look so surprised that I would naturally assume you were in the closet," he explained with frustration in his tone.

I was totally shocked. He thought I was gay?

Well, to be fair, you were ogling him yesterday and you came down some slut's throat after fantasizing about him, so can you really blame him for coming to that conclusion?

I frowned and ran a hand through my ratty bed head. I couldn't think right now, especially not with this hangover. "Uh, look...I'm not a homophobe or anything, but I'm not...gay either," I grumbled self-consciously.

He threw his head back and laughed. "Either you're lying or you're just plain clueless," he said as he advanced on me again. I took a step back, but soon I was trapped between the fireplace and the couch, and there was no way to escape his nearness. He was the best center defense man on the team, so I knew just how fast he could move. I held up my hands to push against his chest, but he caught my wrists and gently pulled them down so he could step closer.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a panic. I wanted to ignore my reaction to his nearness, but it was hard to when my heart was pounding hard enough I could see it through my shirt in my peripheral vision.

"Testing a theory," he murmured before he leaned in and covered my mouth with his. I inhaled sharply, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside and tease mine. He tasted like orange juice and cinnamon and I felt myself react immediately. I let him kiss me, and I may have started to kiss him back before I came to my senses. His hands had relaxed on my wrists so it was easy to pull away.

I licked my lips and willed my dick to calm the fuck down. My head was a swirling mass of emotions, at the center of which was my reluctant desire to do that again. Fuck, I'm so confused.

He looked at me and frowned. "What? What's wrong?"

I pushed him back a few steps to give myself some space. "Nothing. I just didn't like it," I lied. I was a shitty liar, and I knew he could tell.

He raised an eyebrow and I saw the disbelief in his eyes. "Oh no? If I recall correctly, my tongue wasn't the only one in my mouth," he challenged.

I scoffed and tried to move around him.

He was too fast for me, though. "Well allow me to refresh your memory, then. See if you can take notes this time so you don't forget the part where you kissed me back," he said before his lips brushed against mine again. I felt myself getting hard against his hip and I wanted to hate it, but I just felt embarrassed. His taste was in my mouth now, and it was so much better than Victoria, or anything else ever, but how could I possibly admit that? He was holding my arms to my chest now, and he was leaning against me. I told myself I should struggle, but I really didn't want to.

When he lifted his lips from mine, his eyes were dark and his pupils were dilated. I could feel his erection against my thigh and my mind cleared enough to push against him.

"Still in denial?" he asked with an infuriating look on his face. He stepped back and dropped his hands to his sides, and I was fascinated by the sight of his erection pressing against his jeans. It looked...really big.

I forced myself to stop looking at his crotch and when I raised my eyes, he smirked. "I have an idea," he said.

"What?" I asked skeptically.

He paced in front of me like a caged tiger. "Let's see...did you ever wrestle in high school?"

I nodded. "Only a couple seasons, though," I said, though I had no idea where he was going with this.

His smile widened and he crossed his arms across his chest. "We'll wrestle for it," he said enigmatically.

I arched an eyebrow. "Wrestle for what?" I asked, my mind immediately providing images of Greek wrestlers.

Wait, weren't the Greeks like, super gay?

He stopped pacing. "For the truth," he said.

I scrunched my face in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

He growled in frustration. "Okay, I'll spell it out for you: if I win, you have to admit that you liked kissing me just as much as I liked it, because I know when someone's into it and when they aren't. Trust me. Oh, and I get to kiss you again. If you win, you can stay in your little closet and I'll stop bugging you about it. Deal?"

The room was silent as I considered this. I hadn't wrestled a very long time, but...

But you could win, and then all this confusing shit will disappear and he won't be there to force you to think about it.

"Deal," I said.

He smirked as we circled each other. "Okay, so freestyle. First one to pin wins."

I snorted. "Should I go put on my singlet for this, ref?"

Edward looked me up and down. He actually looked like he was considering that for a minute. "Nah, that's okay, even though I'm sure I'd enjoy that. Hey! We could always go nude like the Greeks. Y'know what they say..."

I shook my head. "You're kind of a dick, you know that?" I said, but there wasn't any real heat in my words. He just laughed.

"Okay, let's do this," I said with a sigh. We took our positions on the living room floor.

We struggled against each other, just the way we did during scrimmages, but there wasn't anybody else here now, and it wasn't about a yellow ball or anything else except him and me.

I started to push him back and we toppled over until we were rolling around, trying to pin each other to the floor. He was strong, but we were evenly matched. It was definitely intense. It felt like we were fighting for something more than his terms, and I didn't really know what that was.

This definitely wasn't just two friends wrestling. That much was clear. I wrestled with Emmett all the time, but that was different. This was sexual. His left hand caught my wrists and he held them above my head against the floor as he used his other hand to push my legs open. I felt his entire body land against mine from chest to thigh,"I win," he murmured. He was right; I was pinned.

He bent his head to kiss me. I wanted him to. I even opened my mouth for him. This didn't feel like losing. He pressed his dick against mine, and I groaned. This was too intense. I didn't know what was going on inside my head. I didn't know what I wanted. I'd never been in this position before, and I wasn't afraid of him...I was afraid of myself. I felt like I didn't really know what I wanted anymore.

When he lifted his head, I saw the heat in his eyes. He was enjoying this. Was I enjoying this too?

My cock said yes, but my head was a mess. My skin felt hot and sensitive, and my eyes landed on his mouth. He smirked, but it looked more like a challenge than amusement. I rolled him over and landed on top of him, and I grabbed his hands to press them against the floor beside his ears. I didn't realize I was straddling him until he thrust his hips up against me and I felt that swollen ridge against my ass. "If this is how you want it, I'm down," he panted before he reared up to kiss me.

He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I swear to god, it made me harder than having Victoria's mouth on my cock last night. I wondered momentarily how good it would feel to sink into his hot, sweet mouth, but we were still fully clothed and battling for something I was only just barely starting to understand.

It was painfully obvious that my body was attracted to him, but what about the rest of me? For 22 years, I'd believed myself to be straight. If I was attracted to Edward, what did that mean? Did wanting him make me gay?

I forgot my train of thought as Edward forcefully rolled me over again and gripped my legs. He held them against his waist and pushed against me, and I felt his dick against my ass again. It was powerful and fucking hot, but my brain was in shock. I knew he could be aggressive during games, but this was something else entirely.

I was shocked to admit how much it turned me on.

He freed one hand to reach inside my shirt and brush my abs. "Personally, I'd like another look at those little black briefs," he murmured in my ear before he bit the lobe. I moaned and whimpered at the same time.

I felt the back of his knuckles pressing against my abdomen as he toyed with the top of my pants. My dick was trapped, confined, and painfully hard. His fingertips snaked under the stretchy fabric and pulled my cock free from my underwear. I bit my lip and clenched my eyes shut. His hand left my dick and I would have protested, but it felt so much better. I thanked my lucky stars that I'd pulled on baggy track pants that gave my poor dick some room.

He came back down on me and changed the angle of his hips so that our erections were pressing against each other through our clothes. It felt...really fucking good, actually. I hadn't been this horny since I started puberty.

He kissed my neck and moved against me. He dominated me so easily that my pride would have been offended if all the blood in my body wasn't already pooled in my lap. He was kissing me, thrusting against me, covering me with his body and his lust and I wasn't sure if I wanted to fight him anymore.

That thought broke through my lust-filled haze and I suddenly panicked. I pushed against him with all my strength and he tumbled off me with a growl. "What?" he hissed, obviously pissed off. I was condemning both of us to a fucking painful case of blue balls, but this just wasn't going to happen if I had any common sense left in my head whatsoever.

"You should go," I said, my voice was hoarse but it sounded a lot more confident than I felt.

He stood up gracefully, despite the bulge tenting his jeans. I refused to look down. He looked offended, and maybe a little upset. "Tell me you don't want me," he demanded.

"I don't want you," I said with eyes wide.

His eyes burned as he stared right at my erection. I looked down to see the head peeking from the top of my pants. I quickly covered it with my shirt and tried to will back the mortified flush across my neck and cheeks.

"I don't believe you," he shot back.

I squared my jaw and looked him in the eye. I may have been confused as hell inside, but it was time to put my game face on and get him the fuck out of here so I could think. "That doesn't matter. You can try all you want, but you can't force me to want you," I accused.

His eyes took on a steely glint. "So that's how you want to play this?" he said in a soft voice, even though there was nothing soft about him.

I swallowed hard and wanted to smack myself for unwittingly challenging him.

He waited for me to say something, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Fine," he said. All the heat was gone from his eyes and his tone was ice cold.

I stood straight as a statue until he walked to the front door and closed it behind him.

Once I knew he was gone, I climbed into the shower and jacked off, getting rougher with myself than usual. When I came, his smug smirk flashed behind my eyes.

The worst part about this situation was knowing I'd have to face him at practice tomorrow.

A/N: By the way, I'm up on the auction block for the Fandom Gives Back. If you'd like to bid, I have two auctions available: one is for an EPOV for All Work and No Play, and the other one is for a continuation or one shot of your choice. If you'd like to see more Man Up, please consider bidding on me! Details are in my profile.