Happy Valentine's Day! I've reworked an early story of mine. It only has four chapters for now, each chapter is a holiday in the relationship of Edward and Jasper. I'll post them tonight as I put the finishing touches on each. We start with Christmas last and present in ch.1 and 2, then Valentine's Day in ch. 3(Why I'm suddenly inspired to repost this story), and the 4th of July in ch. 4. Those of you who remember this, I hope you give it a second go around. It's different and hopefully improved upon. Or maybe this is your first time reading what was originally my second story. Either way, I really hope you enjoy it! And I hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day!

I originally wrote ch.1 and 2 for toys4tots Christmas Wishes two years ago under the title Last Christmas. I haven't had it posted on ff for a year and a half, but these boys have remained special to me.

Thank you harritwifan for betaing this a couple times, and for originally encouraging me to chase down this plot bunny, suggesting I write it for such an important cause! I've changed things since getting it back from her, though… so any mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer – I don't own Twilight, or its characters. This story is about two young men falling desperately in love, the ups and the downs of them trying to start a relationship, and intimate details of their very sexual relationship. If you don't like Slash, don't read this!

Song inspirations for the original chapters and reworking them- Last Christmas by Wham, If You Leave by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Trying Not to Love You by Nickelback, Love Somebody by Maroon 5, Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, Drive By by Train, Better Together by Jack Johnson, Never Gonna Leave this Bed by Maroon 5, and Feel Again by OneRepublic.

Ch. 1 – Last Christmas

Epov

I so don't feel up to this shit tonight. I'd give anything to get out of it… but unfortunately, it's a mandatory event. I must atleast make an appearance.

I used to look forward to our corporate Christmas parties, practically crawling out of my skin each December in anticipation of my yearly chance to see him. With the branches of the company located hours apart, our paths only cross at the annual holiday affair.

Before last year, eyeing him across the crowded room was enough. Not that his deep southern-tinged voice hadn't reached my ears numerous times, causing my groin to ache with each sexy syllable that slipped past his full lips.

Last year was the first he attended without the chestnut haired man on his arm. His arrogant husband whom, though sinfully gorgeous, paled in comparison to Jasper.

Everyone pales in comparison to Jasper… with his longish honey blond waves, sexy self-assured grin, fuck-hot and tall perfectly built body, and above all else – sky blue eyes that sparkle with each animated word he speaks.

Yeah… Jasper is indisputably the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on.

Finally, last year he was alone. But he was different. He was broken.

I tried to resist the need to approach him, to comfort him and take the pained look from his eyes. But I failed miserably, soothing him in a magnitude of ways, all night long. I laid a lot more than my eyes on him for once. For the first time… and the last time.

He welcomed my introductions, lost and lonely as he was. We instantly connected in so many ways, though his inner light that had previously lit up the room didn't once make an appearance. No… he wasn't the same man I'd always admired, yet the ghost of his former self consumed me like no one before him. Never had I felt the emotions he invoked from my depths as we made love. Never before, and certainly not ever again.

With the warmth of liquor running through our veins, he admitted he'd always found me attractive, but would never have strayed from his marriage bed as his Peter so recently had. When the party wound down, he simply asked me to take him home… to my home… to my bed.

Without a moment of hesitation, I took his hand in mine and led him to my awaiting car. Once we arrived at my apartment, we slowly undressed one another, stroking every inch, tasting every unveiled secret spot. Both of us shuddering under the weight of our shared desire, he quietly asked in a voice raw with need, "Darlin', do you top or bottom?"

I was mesmerized by the moment, by the imminent most intimate act we were about to share. I'd always preferred bottoming, needing to be filled, but on that night… with that man, I didn't care how he wanted me. I was about to make love with Jasper, and all I wanted was to be what he needed of me. I told him exactly that.

He was quiet for a few moments, visibly warring with himself as to whether he could let his guard down and tell me what he needed. I quietly reassured him with sweet caresses and whispers, telling him he could be himself with me, he could let me in. Finally, he whispered, breathily… desperately, "I've only topped. But please, Edward, make love to me. Please make me forget."

I don't know which of us trembled more while I prepared him. I protectively held him in my arms, showing him with the gentle strokes of my fingers and reverent kisses from my lips on his - I'd take care of him. I would give him what he needed.

When I finally situated between his open legs, tenderly pushing inside his welcoming tight heat, a mutual passion I hadn't before experienced quickly consumed us. A frenzy neither of us could control pulsed from within our writhing bodies. We moved together in perfect sync and I could see the intense emotions crashing around me… radiating from within me - reflected back to me from his iridescent blue eyes. His gaze never faltered. Not once during his ecstasy did he look away, not even when he released so long and hard all over us both, eliciting my own exquisite completion inside the condom, deep inside his body.

Much to my dismay, his bliss almost immediately turned to tears. He cried in my arms, clinging to me desperately, apologizing profusely, ignoring my reassurances. Yet, his confusion and remorse did not keep us from coupling repeatedly throughout the night. Me always filling him – be it below him, behind him, or above him again. Each time his climax coaxed mine with the massage of his spasming muscles and the cry of his fervent voice.

I thought I could fix him. I hoped I could take away his pain. I was so very wrong.

The last I saw of him was at dawn. We drifted to sleep in each other's arms, emotionally and physically spent from our hours together. When I awoke, he was gone.

The empty bed beside me was still warm to the touch. I was completely crushed, but not at all surprised.

Days later, I sent him an email to let him know how much our night together meant to me. A few days after that I received his reply, which simply read, "I have nothing left to give."

I hope you like it so far. Ch. 2 will be up after I cook dinner. The rest of the chapter are longer than this one. I've posted a simple banner I made (an iphone pic collage) on my facebook page and tmblr.

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