SLASH FIC. I decided to do a unique slash version of The Bachelor. I haven't seen a slash version of this yet so let's have some fun. Enjoy.

A/N: Twilight characters belong to SM. The plot belongs to me. Enjoy.

Emmett's POV (this chapter): The Nomination

"I finally got those two rascals down for the night."

My gorgeous wife strutted across our bedroom and crawled into bed beside me. I peeped at her over my glasses and smiled as she tenderly kissed my lips. She was so damn sexy. It just didn't make any sense for one woman to be so amazingly beautiful. Her body was a brick house, yet painfully sensual. I could hardly stand to be next to her without savagely attacking her. Sometimes I swear I wanted to bite her neck, and suck every bit of that sweet nectar from her body. I was so lucky to have her. She moved on the bed and our lips parted. We both started yawning. Fatigue was quickly settling in.

Admittedly, it had been a long, tiresome day at the gym, but hey, I didn't have any complaints. I loved working out and the rush it gave me was worth every bit of the hassle that came with running my own business. 'The Bears Den' had proven to be a wise investment for us both physically and financially. It kept our bodies tight, and our wallets full thanks to my little brother Jasper sending all that big shot, high rolling business my way. He constantly fed us and in exchange he could work out for free anytime he wanted to. He even had his own key.

Rosie was thoroughly exhausted too. Likewise, Jasper spoon fed "E-Clips," her salon and spa, high profile business as well. Thanks to him, she always had more customers than they knew what to do with in one day. Her day had been just as pack and busy as mine, only she'd rushed to pick up EJ and Dale from her parents, and flew hope to feed them and get them ready for bed. It was good they were only two and four and not in public school yet. Our sons were our pride and joy, but they were certainly a handful. Once they started school, juggling schedules was definitely going to complicate our hectic lives.

She looked over at me typing away on my laptop. "You still working on invoices, babe?" She asked, staring at the screen. She was making me swoon with that Victoria's Secret strawberry scented lotion that she was smoothing on her arms; not to even mention that ball-busting lingerie she was wearing.

I smiled at her and tried to refocus on what I was doing. "Oh, no, no. I'm just sendin' in this application for Jasper."

She looked curious. "What kind of application?

"I'm nominatin' Jasper for 'The Bachelor." She looked at me like I'd just slapped her. "You know the show on ABC? The one where the guy gets to choose from twenty five hot girls?"

"Yeah, I know the show." She said, closing the cap on her lotion. "But why are you nominating Jasper? In case you have forgotten, your brother prefers something a little harder than the female body."

I nodded and wagged my finger at her. "Exactly. Babes…the face of America is changin.' We have an African-American president, women are in control of the Senate, and same sex partners are legally allowed to be married in Connecticut and Washington State. It's now legal to smoke pot in some places! ABC has jumped on the bandwagon and is now airin' a gay version of the show. Depending on how this goes off, they will do a lesbian version next season."

"Okay, Boo Boo, where does Jasper fit into this?" She asked, pushing my head to the side.

"Well, Yogi…" She rolled her eyes at my quick comeback. "My little brother has been firmly out of the closet for a few years now, AND, sadly he's firmly single. Translation—the boy ain't gettin' none. So…I decided to sign him up for an opportunity to bite off twenty-five pieces of sexy ass."

She rolled her eyes again. "Emmett, I swear sometimes I think you were born brainless."

I cackled and kept typing.

"You can't sign him up for that." She protested.

"Like hell I can't." She inched closer to me so she could take a closer look. 'Sides I'm not signin' him up. I'm just nominatin' him. He will appreciate it. Don't sweat it, babes."

"So you didn't ask him first?" She looked doubtful.

"Nope." I kept typing.

"Emmett! Jasper is going to kill you. You should at least ask him first." She said.

I ignored her. "Okay, look here. It says to fill out this nomination form and send it to them with recent pictures. Jasper is a major hottie, AND, because I'm the best big brother he has, I have lots and lots of pics that I own. It's perfect. I'll just send 'em in and they will be blindsided. They won't have a choice but to pick him. He's flawless."

"Em…" She cautioned. "Those are Jazz' pictures."

"They are hubbin' in my digital camera. So…technically that means that I can do whatever I want with them. And right now I want to send 'em in and get my little horny brother on that show."

She pointed to the screen. "Honey, it says you have to include a video of yourself telling them why you'd like to be on the show! Duh! You don't have a video of Jasper!"

I tapped my forehead indicating my bright idea. "I don't have to have one of Jazz if I'm nominatin' him! Think Rosie! I already videoed myself talkin' about why I think he should be on there. It's right here." I pointed to my hard drive and laughed. "All I have to do is email it. It's a rap."

"Em, I think that is a stupid idea." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh come on Rosie! Makin' a video is the best way to talk about Jasper's personality and ensure that he's seen by the castin' team! It will be great."

"Jasper isn't going to like this." She cautioned again.

"Will you relax? Trust me Rosie. Jasper has been sayin' he's ready to start datin' again. It's been over two years since him and Peter split. He's ready for somethin' new. A fresh piece of ass will put pep in his step."

"You are really serious about this, aren't you?" Her blonde tresses swept her shoulders as she shook her head in utter disbelief.

"As a tornado in a trailer park! I know my brother. His little millionaire ass will be all over this…or should I say all over twenty-five other asses?"

"Ugh!" She hit me with her pillow, and then fluffed it on her side of the bed. She settled in nicely, giving me a great view of her nicely rounded rear end. "Go to sleep Emmett."

"I will in a minute. I'm almost done." I smacked her ass, toying with the lacy G-string. That thing was calling my name. Emmett, Emmett, take me off!

"Ow." She yelped. "Really?"

"It's that pink thong baby. Gets the best of me every time."

"Ugh!" She groaned again. "When Jasper starts kicking ass, I had nothing to do with this."

"Don't worry." I mumbled something about what I was reading on the screen. 'Sides…if I go down, you go down."

"Humph." She said pulling our white down comforter snuggly around her neck. "I'm not in that."

"So they say they don't return the videos, but if the video and nomination is accepted, they will call him for to come to one of their local castings. That would totally rock if they could meet him in person. They'll love him as much as we do."

"Mmmm…hmmm." She mumbled. "Whatever you say."

I finished sending in the nomination and video, along with several pictures of my kid brother. Rosie could say what she wanted to, but I loved that kid and I was tired of him being lonely. Peter had really hurt him, and he deserved to move on and to find happiness, even if it meant going on a national television show to find it. A little adventure and fun couldn't hurt him. He needed to loosen up a bit, and if I knew Jasper, he would be up for this…well…I guess he would be. He would probably protest…kick and scream a little…maybe even break pieces of his shoe off in my ass, but hey; all that mattered was that I get him to agree to go to the casting if they called him. Once he found that nice little hottie to lay or settle down with, he'd thank me for the rest of his life.

A/N: Well there's the first chapter. Emmett has nominated Jasper for the role as lead man in the upcoming season of The Bachelor. I'm really looking forward to Jasper meeting these eager suitors…How do you think Jasper will respond to Emmett's nomination?

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