Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Warnings: The usual warnings apply. This is a spank!fic. It is mostly PWP with bits of silly banter and lame Twilight references.

A/N: I was invited by the lovely Sandy to post a one-shot on Southern Fan Fiction Review's 25 Days of Edward, and this is what I came up with. This is a future-take. It takes place after Edward and Jasper's first semester of college over winter break.

Thank you to the fabulous OnTheTurningAway and coolbreeeze for their beta work, and without further ado, I give you:


"A Raw and Rosy Christmas" - EPOV

"Edward!"

Even through my headphones, I could hear my mother's voice calling from downstairs. I thought about pretending I didn't hear, but that would probably result in her coming upstairs and complaining to me about something that was completely innocuous, like the fact that I still had piles of unsorted, unfolded laundry strewed about my room.

I was perfectly capable of doing laundry in the laundromat down the street from my apartment, but I wanted my mother to get the full 'parent of a college student' experience, so I packed my Volvo full of all my dirty clothes when I drove up to Forks.

Of course, she hadn't done my laundry since I was seven, but it irritated her that I took over her laundry room.

She was particularly irritable because she was in the throes of planning her annual Christmas party, which was finally happening tonight. Every year she invited all of the doctors from the Forks and Port Angeles hospitals and even all of her art friends from Seattle to come to Forks so she could show off her decorating and Carlisle's famous eggnog.

Of course, every year I was expected to play both the piano and the boy-genius role.

And she wondered why I never wanted to come home for the holidays when I was in boarding school.

I pushed myself off my bed and trudged downstairs to find my mother frantically pacing around the living room like a grizzly bear trapped in a zoo cage.

"Help me hang the garland," she ordered, not even turning around to look at me.

I was too blinded by the garishness to respond immediately.

"Don't you think this is a bit... ostentatious?" I recovered.

She turned around sharply.

"Honestly, Edward. I don't know where your lack of aesthetic appreciation comes from. Your father has impeccable taste compared to you."

"Of course he does, he has to live with you," I muttered.

If she got what I was implying, she ignored it and handed me some greenery.

"I'm sure your... friend will like it," she smirked.

I could only laugh in response, both at how she referred to Jasper and at how wrong she was.

She huffed.

"Ask him when he arrives," I said with a smirk of my own.

Somehow, I had convinced Jasper to come to Forks for the party. He was spending a few days with Rosalie and Peter at his father's place in Port Angeles under the guise of the holidays, and I figured he'd want an escape.

I figured right.

I got a phone call from him the day he arrived in Port Angeles.

"Fine. I'll come," was all he said after I answered the phone.

"That bad?" I asked.

"His new girlfriend calls me 'hon'," he spat. "And she's probably five years older than me, tops."

I snorted.

"Well, the party's at 7, but you can come whenever you like."

"I always do," Jasper growled.

"I know," I said. "Hon."

I couldn't help myself.

"Fuck off, Edward."

"I'm sure I will. Just be here at 7."

It would have been an understatement to say I was looking forward to seeing Jasper.

My mother put me to work for the next couple hours, arranging holly, lights and these bizarre wire sculptures that my she insisted were "post-modern reindeer." She also spent a good hour arranging hors d'oeuvres, which was ridiculous, because other than my father's eggnog, the event was catered and she was just rearranging their hard work.

Eventually, she let me off the hook to go get dressed. I was still upstairs when the doorbell rang.

I heard my mother greeting Jasper with an overenthusiastic 'hello.'

I practically threw myself down the stairs.

I follow the sound of their voices to see Jasper standing with his arms crossed and my mother looking at him expectantly. It didn't matter how many times she spoke with Jasper, it was like she was waiting for him to become the gay stereotype she expected.

"It looks like an elf exploded," Jasper finally said.

I stepped into the room to see my mother staring at Jasper with her lips in a tight line.

I couldn't help it and cracked up.

They both turned to look at me. I ignored my mother's exasperation and focused on Jasper. He didn't move toward me, but his lips quirked up into a smile.

Mother be damned, it had been almost a month since I saw Jasper. I took three long strides to him and threw my arms around his neck. At first he stiffened and sighed as if he were humoring me, but then his arms tightened around me and I felt his nose nuzzle my neck.

"Is that what you're wearing, Edward?" My mother's voice cut through our embrace just as Jasper's hands started roaming down to my ass.

"Don't you have some crudités platters to destroy?" I asked.

"I don't know," Jasper broke in. "She might be right. Green sequins might be a little more festive."

"Don't you dar-" my mother started. Luckily, the ringing doorbell cut her off. "Get the door, Edward."

I was about halfway to the front door before I realized that Jasper was still rooted to the living room floor.

"Jasper?"

"You don't expect me to actually 'attend' the party."

"It gets easier the more eggnog you drink."

"I don't drink."

"I promised to play the piano for an hour. You can sit with me if you want everyone to think we're boyfriends."

Jasper rolled his eyes and pushed past me, stalking toward the door and yanking it open.

"Welcome to the Cullen's Merry Fucking Christmas Party," he said loudly. "Can I take your coats?"

Both my parents came running out of the kitchen like they were shot out of a canon.

As it turned out the arriving guest was a doctor who had worked with Jasper's mother. He started asking about her and Peter, effectively taking Jasper away from the greeting committee.

As more guests started to arrive, I settled in at the piano in order to avoid being accosted by questions about my research that no one at the party could even remotely understand on a good day but pretended to anyway.

My hour was almost up when Jasper came and sat down on the bench beside me.

"Do you take requests?"

"Last year I started playing In-A-Gadda-Da-Vita and my mother almost took out one of Seattle's best surgeons rushing over to stop me."

"I was thinking of a different type of request," his voice was husky as he leaned into my ear.

My cock twitched in anticipation.

"You seem to be catching up with a lot of old friends," I smirked, tilting my head toward the room.

"It's the problem with growing up in a small town," he said flippantly. "But I've reached my limit of playing nice."

"What happened?"

"Some nurse was accosting me with pictures of her frog baby."

"Frog baby?"

"There's no way that thing was human."

"You're such an asshole."

"You like it," he murmured as he closed the distance between us, leaning into my ear again. His tongue flicked out at the shell of my ear and he whispered low, "But I need to get my hands on your ass soon or I'm going to fuck you over the piano in front of everybody."

My finger slipped and I missed a flat.

"Shit," I hissed, both at Jasper and the missed note.

Jasper let out a low laugh, and brought his hand to my thigh, his fingers grazing my dick through my pants.

I skipped to the last chord and shoved the piano bench back.

"I never liked the last movement of that piece anyway."

Jasper shook his head at me and growled, "Upstairs."

I didn't even look back to see if my mother noticed I stopped playing. Hearing the command in Jasper's voice made everything else just disappear.

I didn't taunt or tease Jasper as I headed upstairs. He held the upper hand completely this time and I didn't care.

I stopped and stood perfectly still in the middle of my room, waiting for his orders. I heard him come in behind me and close the door, turning the lock. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my beating heart as I felt his approach.

He was standing right behind me, close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I barely registered a motion and then there were two hands on my ass and Jasper's lips were on my neck.

"Take your pants off," he ordered into my skin as he traced his tongue up to my ear and back down.

"I can't concentrate on taking my pants off when you're doing that to my neck," I managed to retort.

"So much for being a genius," he scoffed, pulling away from me. "Can't even do two things at once."

"Story is that Einstein couldn't tie his shoes," I said as I unbuckled my belt.

I bent forward to shove my pants down and stuck out my ass in the process, rubbing it purposefully against Jasper.

"Festive," he snorted at my red and white striped briefs.

I started to straighten when he put a hand on my back.

"Stay there," he muttered. "You're pretty flexible, aren't you?"

"I can touch my toes," I said coyly as I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Pull your briefs down and leave your hands at your knees," he said firmly. The commanding tone made me shiver, and I did exactly what he said. I missed this. I needed this. I braced myself for the pain and the release.

"Is my paddle still here?"

"Closet," I all but moaned.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jasper stiffly walked over to the closet and pulled the wooden paddle out. He turned back to look at me and slapped his left hand with the paddle. The slapping sound hung in the room and made my dick twitch.

"Are you ready, Edward?"

I could only nod. My heart was pounding in anticipation.

I felt the rush of air as Jasper's hand pulled back before connecting to my flesh. I could tell he was going easy to start out with, but the sting was still there.

"Yes," I hissed.

I had missed this more than even I thought.

His hand struck me again on the other side of my ass, still lightly. Since we had only seen each other sparingly over the last four months, he always started out cautiously. I bit my lip to keep from asking him to hit me harder. The last time I did that, he not only didn't listen, but he continued lightly for so long that my ass damn near went numb.

Luckily he struck me harder and across both cheeks the third time. I almost cried at the welcome sting as I dug my fingernails into the skin around my knees.

"Is that what you want, Edward?"

"Fuck yes," I exhaled.

He struck again.

"Good."

The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room again, and I let go.

I closed my eyes and focused on the burning, the sweet pain that spread through my body, reminding me that I was very much alive.

Jasper never lost his rhythm, and so the first time I felt the cool wood hitting my ass, I shouted in surprise.

Jasper chuckled in response, "All those people downstairs could hear you, Edward."

He let the paddle fly across my ass again, not waiting for my response.

"Fuck!" I shouted.

"They can hear every scream and every moan," Jasper continued. "They can all hear what I'm doing to you up here."

With the noise of the party and the distance of my room from the living room, it was unlikely they could hear the paddling. Though, I'm sure my shouts were audible.

I didn't care.

"Don't care," I hissed out. "Sp- spank me, Jasper."

I swear I heard Jasper whimper before I felt the next smack of the paddle. He wasn't holding back now. He was putting force into it, and it was exquisite.

The air in the room had changed, and with each hit it grew thicker.

It had been a hard semester. I was run down and tired. Being away from Jasper had been more difficult than I had anticipated. I didn't have another outlet, and it was clear in each swing of the paddle that Jasper was getting rejuvenated as well.

We needed this.

My eyes were tearing, as a reflex because of the pain, but also because I was just so overwhelmed.

"Jasper," I gasped, trying not to let the tears fall but failing. "I need- I need-"

Whatever I was trying to say, Jasper understood. I heard the paddle clatter to the ground. He flipped me over onto the bed like it was nothing and then there was a slick finger pushing into my ass.

I squirmed a little at the intrusion. My ass was on fire chafing against my sheets and hot tears streamed down my face.

My eyes were closed but I felt Jasper shift until his body hovered over me. I felt his breath on my face.

"Edward, look at me," he ordered. "Are you okay?"

I forced my eyes open to look up at him and nodded.

His lips pressed against mine just as he put another finger inside to stretch me. I couldn't focus on anything else but his forceful lips and his tongue assaulting my mouth. My whole body was on fire and the air in the room was thick with lust. I brought a hand up to the back of Jasper's head, weaving my fingers through his hair, latching him to me.

He didn't move to stop me, continuing to kiss me until I felt the head of his cock push into me. I hadn't even noticed when Jasper undressed or put on the condom.

It was me who had to break the kiss.

"Jasper!" I cried out. "Fuck!"

If the party guests hadn't heard me before, they probably heard that.

Jasper moved his lips to my neck and started sucking on my skin as he pressed all the way into me. He stayed inside me without moving while I tried to shift a little. His lips brushed along my neck, stopping to wrap around my Adam's apple.

The noise that came out of my mouth was something like a squeak.

I could feel Jasper smirk against my neck before he sat up, settling on his knees between my legs. He started to move in and out of me slowly, his eyes trained on my face. His own expression was intense but completely unreadable.

As soon as he hit me in just the right spot, it was too much and my eyes slammed shut.

Only then did Jasper start fucking me in earnest. He grabbed hold of my legs right behind my knees and started slamming into me harder.

"Oh shit. Oh shit," he whispered in rhythm with his thrusts, so low I could barely hear him.

It was all too much. My hand instinctively went to my cock and I started pumping it frantically. I needed to come and I couldn't wait for Jasper's instruction.

I managed to open my eyes and braced myself for his scolding expression, but his own gaze was trained on my hand fisting my cock.

"Just like that," he murmured, and I knew it was okay.

Jasper started thrusting even faster and the sound of our sweaty bodies slamming together reverberated off the walls.

"Going- going to come," I gasped.

If Jasper said anything, I didn't hear it. My orgasm hit me and for those next few perfect moments, nothing else in the world mattered.

I continued to stroke my cock after it emptied, with Jasper still thrusting inside me.

"Fucking- fuck, I'm gonna come," Jasper murmured.

He pulled out of me and immediately rolled the condom off his cock. He scooted closer to me while he jerked himself off, and a few seconds later, I felt his cum spurting out onto my cock, hand and abdomen. He bit his bottom lip as he stroked himself to completion.

Always a surprise, Jasper leaned forward and pressed a hot, open-lipped kiss onto my lips before moving to grab my tissues.

He handed me a couple so I could clean myself off, then he rummaged around in my bedside table.

"Roll over," he said quietly. "I hurt you."

"Didn't hurt," I muttered, but I complied.

It did hurt, a lot actually, but it was pain I welcomed. I hissed as the cool gel hit my skin, but then it started to feel good as Jasper carefully rubbed it in, massaging my stiff muscles.

Once he was finished, Jasper flopped down beside me, still breathing heavy from his own orgasm.

I was completely blissed out when I felt the bed shift. I opened my eyes to see Jasper sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Will you stay?" I blurted out.

"What?"

"It's late. You can stay here if you want."

"Here?"

"And here I thought you fucked me stupid. Yes, here. In this room. With me."

"Oh, well, my dad actually took tomorrow off..."

"Come on. All my parents' drunk friends are going to be driving home soon. You don't want to be out on the roads tonight anyway."

His eyes penetrated mine for a minute before he nodded.

I couldn't hide my grin.

"For the record, I'm only staying because I want to wake your parents up in the morning... with the sounds of you begging for me to fuck you."

"I'm sure in their hungover states, they'll love that."

"Just a little gift from me to them," he smirked.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Jasper," I replied.