Summary: Just out of the Army, Sergeant Whitlock and his close group of friends head to a secluded cabin to ski where he plans to come out. Edward has crushed on Jasper for years, even believing he was straight. What happens when the boys get snowed in? AH, MA, SLASH, LEMONS.

Disclaimer #1: I don't own shit! The Twilight books I read, I borrowed from my little sister and the laptop I'm writing this is on loan! SM is the Mistress of all that is Twilight…. I'm just fuckin' with her boys!

Disclaimer #2: This is SLASH! There will be bad language, boy lovin, and BUTTSECKS! Therefore, this is rated MA! If that shit ain't your bag or you're too young to vote, EXIT NOW!

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing fiction EVER! Enough said. I have no idea how long it will end up being. My outline is only about 5ish chapter so far and it's not done…. but who knows.

Special thanks and margaritas go to the marvelous arianawhitlock! Her encouragement and blind faith is what finally gave me enough courage to write. She also Beta'd my goodies and made it all purdy; but then I fucked with it some more. So if there are any errors, they are MINE! You should all REALLY go read her stories they are fantastic and oh, so hot!

Without further adue...

Edward

"Emmett! Slow the fuck down!"

"Leah, I'm not going that fast. It's just that we have already been driving for three hours. And I can cut the last two down by half an hour…"

This is a common occurrence with my brother and his fiancé. There's always something to argue about. However, this time, I'm fairly certain that the rest of us are anxious to get to the cabin as well. Although, my anxiety is not from leg cramps or needing to piss like Leah and Alice. No, I've been counting down the miles because this is the closest I've been to Jasper for more than a few minutes in over four years.

Although, judging from the noises coming from the back row of seats; Riley and Alice found an enjoyable way to kill time.

"Would you two knock it off back there? Having to listen to my little cousin make out with his wife is not exactly my idea of entertainment," Jasper huffs.

An unexpectedly loud boom of laughter followed Jasper's griping, "Aw Jas, you're just jealous that you don't have a cute little lady like Alice to enjoy for yourself."

Jasper stiffens almost imperceptivity before replying, "No, Emmett, I can assure you I'm not in the least."

No one else noticed Jasper's reaction. The only reason I did is that I've never been more aware of anyone or anything else in my life. The day he moved next door to live with Riley and his parents my whole life was turned upside-down. I had never seen a more beautiful or depressed person in my fifteen years. His parents had died in a car accident in Dallas and his closest relatives were my best friend's family.

Jasper continued, "So tell me about this cabin we're going to anyway. I've been deployed every time ya'll get a chance to come up here." God, I love it when he relaxes enough to let that sexy southern twang out! That is so not helping.

"Emmett and Edward's Aunt Tanya inherited it our freshman year in college while you were in Afghanistan the first time," Alice replied, fixing her lipstick. "It's near a ski resort called Mission Ridge on the outskirts of Cashmere. It's such a cute little town! Leah, we should hit some of the boutiques we missed last time."

"Well, I was planning on going into town to get groceries and things since we won't get to the cabin until after ten tonight anyway." Leah agrees, "Emmett, would you mind driving us into town? That road to town from the cabin is horrible."

"I'll come too. I need to go to the sporting goods store. I didn't realize that my skis were broken until we were loading up the Navigator," Riley interjected.

Maybe Jasper will want to go too. Part of me wishes he will. I don't think I'll be able to spend the entire day alone with him without embarrassing myself by staring at him or shoving my foot in my mouth. It will kill me to be that close to him and restrain myself after not seeing him for so long. The other, bigger part of me hopes that I'll get the opportunity to have so much of his undivided attention. Good grief, when did I turn into a teenage girl? When the object of your fantasies since before you could drive came back home permanently. Oh, yeah, that. Either way, tomorrow will be hell.

"Edward, Jasper, would you two mind staying at the cabin tomorrow?" Alice asked. "No one has been up there in months and it could use a good cleaning."

"An overhaul is more like it," Leah chuckles.

Before I can argue that Jasper doesn't need to stay and that I could do it myself, he replies, "No problem ladies."

Well that's just fan-fucking-tastic. The straight man I've lusted over since before I even came out decides he wants to spend the day with me. Isn't this what you wanted? Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know! Maybe we'll be in different rooms. Right. Oh, just shut it!

"So Jasper, any ladies sad to see you leave base for the last time?" Emmett's question snaps me out of my internal argument. I am so focused on Jasper that once again I could swear I see him tense minutely. But no one else seems to notice.

"No Em, I didn't break any hearts by leaving," he replies with a nervous chuckle. Come to think of it, I've never known Jasper to have a serious girlfriend. In high school, he was always so busy with JROTC and running on the track team. He dated a few times, but nothing ever significant. And once he was in the Army, he never stayed in one place long enough that wasn't a deployment. He probably only ever had flings between deployments and doesn't want to own up to it around Alice and Leah. Alice would ask too many questions and Leah would tear him a new one.

I could sympathize with those women. I've seen Jasper in uniform, many times… and fanaticized about it even more. Hell, in high school, I'm pretty sure I was the only guy that looked forward to Tuesdays. That was the day JROTC students wore their uniform.

Why is it that we always want the unattainable ones the most? Even aside from the fact that he's straight, once I told the group I was gay midway through Junior year, he always managed to put just a bit more distance between us. They were all very supportive of me, Jasper included, but from then on, our friendship seemed somewhat strained, even forced at times.

I'll bet that he didn't even do it consciously. I doubt he realized the unspoken rule that we were never alone for long and that there was just a bit more physical distance as well. I suppose one can be supportive and understanding without being entirely comfortable; even if they don't realize it. And no one seemed to realize it either. I have always just been that hyperaware of Jasper.

Jasper suddenly perks up with a huge grin on his beautiful face and leans forward saying, "Hey Leah, remind me before you go to the store to give you a list. I wanted to make chili one night while we're here."

"Yes! Jasper, you haven't made your chili for all of us since you came home on leave a year ago." Leave it to Alice to be the one most excited about food. With her thin, petite build, if you didn't know her, you'd swear she was anorexic. The truth is that there have been meals that I've seen her put Emmett to shame with the amount she can eat.

Everyone else proceeded to add this or that to the shopping list. All I wanted was for someone to stop at the liquor store. I had a feeling that Capitan Morgan was going to have to help me cope with spending so much time around Sergeant Whitlock.

As we pull into the driveway, Leah begins the room assignments, "Emmett and I can take the bedroom next to the kitchen. Riley, you and Alice can have the other room with a king bed. And sorry boys, the only room left has two queens in it so you'll have to share the room and its adjoining bathroom. But at least no one has to sleep on the sofa."

Fuck my life.

By the time we get the truck unloaded, we barely have enough energy to put linens on the beds. Once I finished mine, I went out to the kitchen to help Leah sort through the pantry to make her grocery list.

Just before I head to the bathroom to change for bed, Alice hollers, "Well, it's a good thing we decided to just to take tomorrow to shop and get ready for the week. The weather man just said that it is supposed to snow most of the day tomorrow and visibility will be pretty low on the slopes."

That's the best news I've heard all day. "Sweet, that means there'll be a layer of fresh powder on the slopes for the next day." Then I ask, "Did the report mention how much?"

"He said it shouldn't be more than about two or three inches here around town," Alice replies, "but to expect an inch or two more up at the summit."

At least part of my week is looking up.

As I make my way to my room after talking to Alice about which slopes we want to try, the old upright piano next to the fire place catches my eye and I just can't help but sit to see if it needs to be tuned. I start out with Auld Lang Syne and I only get a few bars into it before Alice scolds me saying, "Not yet, we still have a few days!"

I chuckle and switch to some Beethoven for a while and once everyone has settled into their rooms for the night, I shift to the first piece I ever wrote. This piece grew up with me; I started it at the end of freshman year when I was trying to work out whether or not I should come out to my parents. They took it well, just as everyone else did later on.

When my mother commented on it my junior year of high school, she would ask if my struggle to come out was the motivation. I didn't correct her or anyone else's assumptions. I could never tell them that it was for the boy I loved but would never have. As my feelings for him grew through high school, so did the melody. As my heart broke every time I would see him flirt with a girl, it would be reflected in the harmonies. And when my heart broke finding out that enlisting in the Army meant going half way around the world into a war, it could be heard in the discord as well.

As the last note lingers through the rafters I realize that everyone else has retired for bed so I decide to call it a night. Thankfully, when I go to bed, Jasper is already asleep. Once I turn off the light, there is just enough moonlight to illuminate his face. I haven't gotten the chance to unabashedly study his beauty since high school. He's aged, obviously, as we all have. But it's more than physically. It's as if you can see the trials of a soldier at war etched upon his stunning face along with the scar just under his right eye and the other in front of his left ear… thank God they didn't take him away from me, instead, if it is even possible, they only add to his allure.

His blond waves are beginning to grow back out just a touch after having a regulation cut for the past four years. I didn't think I could miss something as simple as the length of a person's hair. And if it were anyone else, I probably wouldn't. I asked Jasper once my sophomore, his junior year why he kept his hair down to his chin. Wasn't it annoying during track? He replied that he knew once he enlisted after graduation, he would have no freedom as to what it looked like for four years. That's when I knew JROTC wasn't just a hobby or something to pass the time in high school. He was serious about being a soldier. And going to war.

This isn't the first time that I've had a chance to admire Jasper in the state of rest. Riley would stay the night at our house often when we were kids. Then in high school, when Jasper came to live with them, he was immediately welcomed into our little family of friends and would stay over too. When he slept then, he always seemed to bring his pleasant affect into slumber with him. Now, however, I could see a slight grimace and his jaw was set tightly.

I laid in bed awake watching him for a while longer and he would occasionally tense or jerk. A couple of times he even grumbled incoherently with his brow furrowed in a scowl. Gone was the boy at ease even in his sleep. Now lay a man aged far beyond his twenty-three years.

When I realize it's past midnight, I set my alarm for half past seven. Hoping I won't wake Jasper too early.

A/N: Please leave your thoughts! Thanks for giving my little story a chance!

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