This is the outtake I wrote for the FSAA fundraiser a few months ago.

It's EPOV and takes place a year or so after the main story (way before the epilogue). I am still trying to write an EPOV version of this story, but do it without being repetitive; it's not easy. Keep your eyes peeled. :)

"Are you sure?" Jake asks, buttoning the cuffs of his shirt. "I can stay home. There's no rush, E." I fix the knot in my tie, squaring and straightening it, before I turn back to him.

"I'm sure," I tell him, looking him in the eye. He leans forward and grabs my tie, using it to pull me in for a kiss. It's long and sweet and sure, and I'm kind of tempted to pull him into bed and forget about the fucking office Christmas party.

"Okay," he says, fixing the tie that he just rumpled. "But it's okay, if you don't want to. If you change your mind. Don't feel bad, is all I'm saying."

"Christ, Jake," I tell him. "My friends know, my parents know, all the co-workers I really care about know. It's not gonna be a big deal." He nods and laces his fingers through mine, following me down the hallway and out into the elevator of our apartment building. I lean against him once we're inside, waiting to descend, and he tightens his arm around my shoulder.

As much as I'm pretending to be confident about this, I'm still a little nervous. Jake knows, of course, but he's kind enough to stop asking about it once I shut him down.

Jake's come to a lot of office parties with me-the owner of my firm loves any excuse to rent out a hotel ballroom and live it up-but never quite like this. Never to the Christmas party, which is exclusively for employees and their families.

I thought about it long and hard before I even mentioned it to Jake. I didn't want him to be upset if I went alone, and skipping it entirely wasn't an option-so much good gossip and crucial sucking up happens at these parties.

I knew I had to make a decision before I told him about the party. I could go alone like I've done for the last few years... although that option seemed sad and empty. The thought of going without Jake, of leaving him behind, made me cringe. I could bring Jake along and introduce him as a friend... although that would be conspicuous to the gossip queens who already expected something was up with me. Not to mention the fact that it would probably hurt Jake's feelings.

Ultimately, I decided to be myself. The new version of myself, the one who loves his job, loves his boyfriend, and is happy with who he is. So I brought the invitation home a few weeks ago, gave it to Jake, and asked him to be my date.

"Are you sure?" he'd asked me then, the first of a dozen times, and I just nodded at him.

"Yup. Edward Cullen and family," I told him, pointing to the outside of the envelope. "That's you."

Jake drives so I can drink, and I spend most of the car ride to the hotel watching the muscles in his forearm move as he shifts. When we reach the hotel, the valet takes the keys and Jake takes my hand, leading me into the lobby. He's quiet as we walk towards the elevator, step inside, and push the button for the third floor. By some odd coincidence, we have the car to ourselves.

"Last chance," Jake mutters, just as the third floor lights up on the display.

"I'm not changing my mind," I assure him. The doors open into a wide hallway, and I immediately spot people that I know. Erin, from sales, and Mike, from marketing, are standing with their significant others outside the doors to the ballroom where the main party is being held. Erin waves excitedly as we walk up.

"Edward! We were just talking about you and that crazy Office Beer Pong you invented," she says, leaning up to kiss my cheek.

"It was Office Flip Cup," I correct her. "Although Office Beer Pong has a nice ring to it, maybe we should get to work on that one."

"You've met my husband, Rob, right?" she asks, starting a flurry of introductions. Erin's husband, Mike's girlfriend, and then... and then it's my turn.

"This is Jake," I tell them, nodding towards him. He's being a little quiet, standing at my side, but he reaches out to shake hands as I introduce him. Mike raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to clarify who Jake is. He looks confused, like he's waiting for me to explain that Jake's really my adopted brother or something. I should've said "This is Jake, my boyfriend," all at once. Now it's been too long and that would sound... weird.

Instead, I wait until he's done shaking everyone's hand, and then I grab his wrist before he can slip his hand back into his pocket. He looks startled, but then he relaxes and smiles shyly. I slide my hand down over his, tangle our fingers together, and squeeze.

Mike's eyes widen just a little bit. His girlfriend is looking at her fingernails, not paying any attention to us. Erin smiles warmly while her husband stares at her tits. No one says anything stupid, no one gives me the evil eye or asks awkward questions. We talk about office drinking games for a while, and then move into the ballroom to get drinks.

Jake doesn't hold my hand the whole night-I don't think we'll ever be that couple-but he stays close. Sometimes he rests his hand on my lower back, and sometimes I let my arm brush his as we stand side by side. He gets to meet my crazy co-workers, and I find myself leaning in to whisper reminders in his ear-"That's Crazy Carol," or "He's the one who's fucking his secretary."

Mr. Allen, my boss' boss, is wasted by nine o'clock. He's notorious for getting out of control at these things. He finds me sitting at an empty table, watching Jake as he walks across the room to get fresh beers for both of us.

"Cullen!" he spits. "How the hell are ya?"

"Good, Mr. Allen," I answer. He shakes my hand a little wildly, patting me roughly on the arm.

"One of these lookers here with you?" he asks, gesturing with his half-full glass towards a group of women dancing nearby.

"Nope, not one of them," I tell him, smiling as I see Jake turn towards us.

"Couldn't get a date?" he asks, chuckling as he drains the rest of his glass.

"I'm with him," I tell him, pointing towards Jake. He's holding two beers in one hand, making his way through the crowd.

"Neither of you could get a date?" Mr. Allen asks, incredulous.

"Uh, no," I clarify. Jake's a few feet away now, and I stand up to greet him. "This is Jake," I say, wrapping my arm around his waist. "Jake, this is our CFO, Mark Allen."

"Nice to meet you," Jake says, reaching out to shake hands. Mr. Allen rises to his feet unsteadily, abandoning his now-empty glass.

"Nice to meet you too, son. You gonna help Cullen here find a woman?" he asks, elbowing me and laughing at his own suggestion. Does he really not get it? I know he's not totally clueless, but he's pretty drunk. I might have to spell it out for him.

"No, Mark," I tell him, tightening my grip on Jake's waist. "I'm gay. This is my boyfriend, Jake."

He looks back and forth between the two of us, confused, and then nods in understanding. "In my day, a couple of fellas like you could've had any woman you wanted," he mumbles. "Truth be told, you're probably better off without them. Nothing but trouble," he adds, walking off towards the bar muttering something about "walking lawsuits."

I turn back to Jake and find him staring at me, his jaw slack.

"What?" I ask, tilting my head back to take a long pull from my beer.

"You just... do you know what you said?" he asks, dazed.

"That you're my boyfriend? Yeah, he's kind of oblivious when he's drunk," I tell him.

"No, you said... nevermind," Jake says, grinning. I point to where Mark is dancing his way through the crowd, trying to dance with any woman that will let him.

"At the Fourth of July party, he walked up to Eileen from the Portland office and said-"

"I love you," Jake says, interrupting my story.

"I love you, too," I tell him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Maybe you should slow it down with the beer," I suggest. He's grinning like a fool and his cheeks are flushed; he must be drunk already.

"Or..." he says, tilting his head up so his lips brush my ear, "we could just get a room, keep drinking, and then go upstairs and have hot, filthy hotel sex."

I pull away, drain my beer quickly, and set the empty bottle down on the table. "Let's go," I tell him, grabbing his hand so he'll follow as I head for the entrance.

"You wanna leave?" he says, disheartened. I wait until we're outside the main ballroom, until we're around the corner and near the elevator bank, before I speak.

"No," I tell him, pushing him up against the wall next to the elevator. "I wanna check in." I kiss him roughly, digging my fingers into his waist as we wait for the elevator to arrive. Jake hears the voices before I do and pushes me away just in time-some colleagues walk around the corner, their coats in their hands.

We make small talk with them as we head down to the main lobby, but Jake and I linger, pretending to look at a painting, when they head outside. He stalks over to the front desk and makes arrangements for the room, whipping out his credit card before I can offer to pay for it myself.

"Ready?" he asks, tucking the key card into his pocket.

"Yeah," I tell him, following him back to the elevator. We step inside and Jake pushes the button for the third floor. "Wait, what? Do you want to go back?"

"To the party? I thought we were going to hang out there for a while and get drunk?" he asks, confused.

"If you don't mind, I kinda want to skip ahead to the filthy hotel sex," I admit, backing him up against the wall of the elevator. The doors open at the third floor, and we stand perfectly still waiting for them to close again. The small space is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, and I'm really fucking grateful the party is in full swing and no one else is trying to leave. When the doors close, Jake reaches over and hits the button for the twenty-second floor.

"Think anyone's gonna miss us?" he asks, dropping his head to my neck.

"Don't give a fuck," I tell him honestly, pressing my hips against his. We rock together, kissing and grinding in the elevator, until it slows up as we reach our floor.

"I wonder if there's a camera," Jake says, looking up at the ceiling.

"Want me to fuck you in here? I bet we'll find out if someone's watching," I offer. Jake laughs and pulls me out into the hallway as soon as the elevator reaches our floor.

"No thanks, I don't feel like getting arrested tonight. Pervert," he teases. I can't take my hands off him, groping him and tugging at his clothes even as we walk down the hallway, searching for our room. He pauses outside of it and fumbles with the keycard, giving me a chance to attack his neck with my lips.

"Hurry up," I urge, grinding against his ass.

"God, keep doing that," Jake whines, turning in my arms to embrace me, the keycard forgotten. He kisses me passionately, locks his arms around my neck, and falls back against the door.

"Baby," I groan, grabbing his wrists. I push them back against the door, holding his arms up over his head, and he whines in frustration. "Inside," I remind him, snatching the keycard out of his hand. I make quick work of the door and then stumble through, dragging Jake behind me. He tries to kiss me again, but I have other plans-I push him down so he falls back onto the bed.

He reaches up for me, looking sexy and fucking desperate, but I ignore his pleading eyes. I lift his legs up off the floor, one at a time, and tug off his shoes and socks.

"I thought you were in a hurry," Jake teases, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. I just raise an eyebrow at him and step closer, between his legs, and pull off his belt. He wanted hot, filthy hotel sex, and I fully intend on giving it to him. He lifts his hips a little, helping me get the belt off, and then smiles triumphantly when I climb up on the bed.

He tilts his head up, angling for a kiss, but I ignore him. I straddle his stomach and push his arms up over his head, holding them together like I did when I pushed him up against the door. This time, though, I loop his black leather belt around his wrists, pull it tight and slip the tail end through the buckle.

"... the fuck?" Jake says, tilting his head back to look at his bound wrists.

"Shhh," I tell him, bending down to kiss his open palm. I kiss down his arm, trailing my tongue over his bicep and ending in the curve of his neck. He moans, turns his head and searches for a kiss, but I ignore him and keep moving.

His shirt is unbuttoned, his broad, smooth chest exposed for me, and I leave a trail of wet, sloppy kisses over his pecs and his abs. I shuffle backwards off the bed, standing between his legs again, and tug at the fly on his pants. I pull them off in one swift motion and toss them to the floor. He's wearing these skimpy black briefs-something new, something I know he bought just to wear for me. God, he drives me crazy in these.

"You look," I breathe, falling down to my knees, "so fucking hot." I pull the elastic up, expose his hip, and lick along the crease where his leg meets his torso. Jake just whimpers, his other leg coming up to lock around my body. I play with his sexy little briefs, refusing to take them off. I pull them down, push them up, and kiss every inch of skin I expose. Not until he's panting hard, until he's begging for it, do I pull them down and expose his cock.

"Shit," he says, lifting his head to look down at me. I grin and make eye contact with him as I lick up from his balls to the thick head of his dick. "God, Edward. You make me so crazy."

"I love it," I tell him, between long, language licks and kisses. "I love making you this hard. I love this big, thick cock."

"Suck it, baby," Jake begs, lifting his hips up to meet me. "Come on, please. Need your mouth."

I decide to stop teasing him and give him what he wants. I wrap my lips around his dick and pull him into my mouth, starting up a steady rhythm. I know he wants his hands in my hair, and it's probably driving him crazy to be tied up right now, but I fucking love it. He would be holding me, trying to slow me down, to stop me from making him cum too fast. With Jake's hands tied up, though, I have complete control. I can bring him to the edge in seconds, using all the little tricks I've learned-like how to swallow around the head when it hits the back of my throat, or how Jake likes it when I nip at the base of his shaft with my teeth (but never near the head).

He's moaning and panting in minutes, thrusting up to meet me and babbling, "Yes, baby, yes..."

I know I can make him cum like this-with just a little more speed, or a finger in his tight ass, or even just a little humming around the head of his cock. But I can feel the little package of lube in my pocket pressing against my hip-I had a feeling we might end up needing it-and my dick is pressing painfully against the front of my pants.

"Fuck," he groans, his head flopping back against the bed when I pull away. I stand up over him and grab his legs, pulling his whole body down the bed a few inches, until his ass is starting to hang over the edge.

"No complaining," I tease, pulling out the travel-size package of lube. I toss it onto Jake's stomach and he grins as soon as he sees it.

"Were you planning this, Cullen?" he asks, wrapping both legs around my knees. I unbuckle my own belt and push my pants and my underwear down over my hips, freeing my aching cock.

"Not this," I admit, gesturing to the room around us.

"How about this?" he asks, lifting his bound wrists. I pull my suit jacket off and let it fall to the floor before I answer.

"No plans, Jake. Just going with the flow," I tell him. I loosen my tie and pull it off, then lift my shirt off over my head instead of fumbling with buttons. When I'm mostly naked, with just my pants around my knees, I lean down low to kiss him. He's all sweet and hot and his tongue is chasing mine-it's his shut-up-and-fuck-me kiss. "Okay?" I ask, squeezing his left hand gently before I stand up.

"Yeah," he says, his eyes glazed over with lust.

"Want me to fuck you?" I ask, ripping open the package of lube.

"God, yes," he says, his legs climbing higher up my body. I use a little of the lube on my fingers and push them into Jake quickly, stretching him. He's impatient, telling me he's had enough after only a few seconds, but I know he needs more. I make him wait, soothing him by resting my free hand on his chest.

"Edward, come on," he whines, when I push a third finger into his as. "Fuck me. Fuck me already, please."

"Shhhh," I tell him. "Okay, okay." I pull my fingers out and use the rest of the lube to coat my cock. I guide it into him slowly, pushing past the resistance until I'm buried inside him.

"So good," he whispers, his bound hands tightening into fists. "Fucking fill me up, E."

"I know what you want," I assure him. He needs it hard and fast tonight, and I'm going to give him exactly what he needs, as soon as he's ready. I'm not gonna hurt him. I move slowly, pressing in with firm, even pressure, and holding him steady as I pull out. It always takes a minute or two, even after I stretch him with my fingers, for Jake to really be ready.

He doesn't have to tell me, and I don't have to ask. I can see it in the set of his shoulders, the way his muscles start to relax, the way his dick seems to get harder.

"You're so fucking sexy," I whisper, lifting his hips with my hands. I push him backwards, up towards the pillows, and climb onto the bed between his legs. We stay connected the whole time. When I'm kneeling on the edge of the bed, with one foot on the floor, I pull back slightly. This time, when I thrust, I put every ounce of force into it. Every bit of fuck-me-hard, fill-me-up passion goes into that one thrust, and it moves us both further up the bed.

"Yes," Jake whines. I climb over him, fucking him in earnest now, moving our bodies further up the bed with sheer force. Fucking him is no longer enough, though, and I stretch my body over his to reach the belt holding his hands together. I can feel his lips on my shoulder, sliding down over my collarbone as I pull the leather from the buckle, unwind it, and free Jake's hands.

"Thank God," he says, wrapping his arms around my neck. He pulls my face down to his and kisses me passionately, sucking my tongue deep into his mouth as I move faster against him. He widens his legs, cradling my body between them, and trails his fingers down over my back. "Love you," he whispers, resting his palm on my ass.

"Love you, too," I tell him, pressing my forehead to his. "Get on top?" I ask, breathless from exertion. Jake doesn't answer, just rolls with me until I'm flat on my back. He keeps me inside him the whole time, even while he's arranging his long legs at my sides. I keep one hand on his hip but I let him control the pace, hoping he'll slow it down.

He doesn't. He still wants fast, and hard, and it feels fucking amazing, but I'm afraid I'm going to cum too fast. I want him to get there first, so I move both of my hands between us. I stroke him with my left hand, the one that's still slippery from lube, and use my right hand to cup his balls.

"Come on, Jake," I whimper. I'm the one begging now; I'm on my way to a mind-blowing orgasm, and I know I'll be useless to him if I cum first. His eyes are squeezed shut in concentration, his mouth open, and I can see him starting to lose it. My hand moves faster over his cock, and I relax as soon as I start to feel him twitching.

"Cumming, cumming, fuck," Jake cries, grinding his ass down against me. He spills over my hand and my stomach, immediately slumping over as he loses himself in his orgasm. He's not moving anymore, and I'm so fucking close that I just need a little more to put me over the edge. I put my hand flat on Jake's back, holding him steady, and thrust up into him a few more times. That's all it takes for me to cum inside him, my teeth digging into his shoulder as I ride it out.

We don't talk as we come down. Jake just flops down at my side, his body boneless and exhausted. Eventually he lifts himself up on his elbows to kiss me sweetly before making his way to the bathroom to clean up. When he comes back, he has a washcloth for me and a bottle of water for us to share.

Once we clean up and tidy up the room, pull the covers off the bed and snuggle down into the cool, clean sheets, Jake finally speaks up.

"That was fucking fantastic," he says, pulling me closer. I rest my head on his chest, letting him run his fingers through my hair.

"Mmm," I agree, pressing my lips to his shoulder. "Filthy hotel sex is the best."

"I don't know," Jake says, sounding skeptical. "I'm a pretty big fan of filthy outdoor sex."

"You're just filthy," I argue, earning a laugh.

"Yeah, maybe," he says. He's quiet again, just stroking my hair and breathing steadily, and I'm almost lulled to sleep by the rhythm of his chest moving beneath me.

"Hey, E?" he whispers, just as I'm about to nod off.

"Hmm?" I ask, covering a yawn.

"You do realize that you told that guy you're gay, right?" he says, dropping his hand down to my arm. He rubs up and down my forearm, stopping to brush his thumb over my knuckles every time he reaches my hand.

"What guy?" I ask, thinking back to all the introductions I made at the party.

"The boss guy. Allen or whatever. You said, 'I'm gay,' when you were talking to him," he says. I think back to my conversation with Mr. Allen: his confusion over why I wasn't with a girl, introducing him with Jake, having to explain that I was with him.

"Yeah? I guess I did," I tell Jake, not sure why he's bringing it up.

"It's just... the first time you've ever said it, is all. I was surprised," he whispers, holding me tighter against his chest. As far as we've come, as close as we are, there are definitely still moments when he's insecure. We talk about them, we deal with them, and we move on, but this obviously means something to Jake.

I don't want to downplay it for him, to say it's no big deal. I'm definitely not gonna tell him that I've said it before-to Emmett, once, and to Jasper's wife, Alice.

"I guess I've thought about it for a while," I tell him honestly, reaching for his hand. I lace my fingers through his and try to explain. "You know I've thought about it, and we've talked about it. And I guess... Well, I guess what I realized is that I don't plan on loving anyone else but you, for the rest of my life. So that makes me a man who loves men. A man who loves one man, technically, but... the point is, baby, I don't care if people call me gay or bi or whatever, as long as they know I'm yours."

"You're pretty fucking amazing," he breathes, pressing his lips to my temple.

"Yeah, I know," I tease, rolling away from him. "Wanna get dressed and go back to the party?"

"Um, I think I look pretty thoroughly fucked," he says, and I wiggle my eyebrows lasciviously.

"So?" I counter.

"So, I think we should just say here," he suggests. "Maybe order some room service. Drink some mini bar champagne." He kisses my neck and I sigh happily, flopping my head back onto the pillow.

"Sounds... perfect."

What do you think of E's voice? Does it sound like him? Does it sound DIFFERENT from Jake's voice? I need concrit please. Is anyone still actually interested in EPOV or did I miss my window of people giving a damn? :) Please review and let me know.