Authors: DKinney and maryhell.

Rating: M for language and guy-on-guy action.

Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight or anything related to Corbin Fisher; we've just fucked about with them.

Pairings: Edward/Jasper and Emmett/Liam

TTZE to our pre-reader, joss859 and beta, cocoalvin. You guys have been soooo supportive and simply brilliant, thank you.


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Just Nuts - Chapter 2

This story is all in Jasper's POV

I tried to fake enthusiasm to see all the guys, but failed, perhaps I needed acting lessons.

"Hey Travis! How's it goin' man?" shouted Trey, watching me come in from a distance.

Hearing my name, Zeb's eyes shot to mine and he gave me the biggest shiny, enthusiastic toothy smile that I will never forget.

Between man hugs, hellos, and welcomes, I saw Zeb stand up, jog towards me and then he enveloped me in his arms. I can't begin to explain how confused I was.

He pulled away a little asking, "Are you okay? You look… sick?" Intriguing, but what the fuck, if only he knew?

All I wanted to do was hold him close, never let him go, and say what was really going on in my heart. I was so fucking happy to see him, but yes, also feeling sick and desperate because it was happening here, at Corbin's house again.

Being here meant only one thing: he was here to shoot another scene, but this time with a man, and I knew it wasn't me.

My stomach churned and it took all I had to not throw up right there.

Letting go of me, Zeb kept his hand on my arm, saying with a concerned look on his face.

"You look sick, you should go home."

Feeling a little light headed at the rush of emotions attacking my system, all I could whisper was, "No, I'm… I'm fine. I'll be fine." As I stared at the floor that was all I could say, in such a low voice, I believe he was the only one who heard.

At that point, all the other guys started milling around me, asking if I needed anything, trying to be helpful.

"Hey, you're crowding him! Step away, he needs air!" I heard Connor's booming voice. Looking up I saw him pushing the others away, leaving only Zeb close to me.

Did he know? I was finding it hard to think.

"Hey, buddy… everything okay?" He added, lowering his towering torso to my eye level. Trailing my eyes away from his, I just nodded.

I must have been wavering on my feet a little because the next thing I knew, Conner was circling his arm around my waist, taking my duffle bag from my hand and walking me to the bedroom.

I found myself leaning on him because my legs just weren't co-operating, and I was feeling heavy. "What happened there, Travis? When I left the apartment this morning you were okay."

Connor and I had moved from the dorm room as soon as we had enough money to afford rent. We'd decided that moving into an apartment together would be best, since we had the same occupation and were used to living together anyway. Splitting the bills was comfortable for both of us too. He also needed his privacy and a separate sound proofed room to be with Dru, who had already practically moved in with us. I had to admit, I enjoyed not being forced to hear them fuck every single night, reminding me of how much of a loser I was.

Finding it difficult to catch my breath, I took in several deep breaths before murmuring, "I don't know. I… I can't say. Not now." Looking over my shoulder, I saw Zeb walking behind us with his head down, his eyes staring at our feet.

My stomach cringed again and images of the guys in the living room fucking Zeb flooded my mind. I shut my eyes and shivered at the thought.

Walking through the door to Connor and Dru's room, I heard Zeb behind us. "I thought you would stay in my room this time. Corbin said you would…"

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I tried to calm myself down. I turned around and the look in his eyes shocked me, they were pleading, on the verge of watering; his eye brows up in the middle as if waiting for an answer.

I knew I wasn't staying with Dru and Connor, but had no idea Corbin had set me a place this time, I generally picked a bed wherever I wished to.

Pursing my lips, trying to buy myself some time, I finally decided, "It's okay… I'll stay in your room. Could you take my bag there? I need some time with Connor… we've got some catching up to do." Nodding, Zeb picked up my bag from Connor and walked away.

Connor pushed me into his room, kicking the door shut with his foot, almost throwing me onto the bed inside. I could hardly stay on my feet. What the fuck happened to my caring friend?

"YOU ARE NOT IN LOVE WITH THAT KID, ARE YOU?" he shouted.

I panicked! The walls were thin with no soundproofing. People could hear us, for sure!

I wasn't able to respond to his question without revealing the truth, and that would make him yell louder. Lying would be the best way to go, I didn't want to, so I just sat on his bed, with my head hanging low, playing with my hands.

"Answer me, God damn it!" I nodded.

Dru, who was lying down when we walked in, was now in a sitting position looking spooked at Connor's reaction.

Thankfully, Dru backed me up, "Chill out, Connor. What if he is? That's his problem! Let him deal with it."

I could almost see the steam coming out of Connor's ears at his partner's laid back response

"Chill out? Do you remember, Dru, the Joel fiasco? Huh? Remember what we went through with Travis even before he left? Covering up for Joel's tantrums, keeping him away from Travis during his scenes… What about the aftermath? We had to deal with the EMO shit Travis went through! WE had to!" Connors voice was a little lower but still too loud in my opinion.

"Would you please just shut the fuck up?" I yelled and whispered at the same time.

"I'm not in love with him… I just wasn't expecting him to be here. That's all. I feel… I feel very protective of him. I didn't want him to have the same life we do."

"What's wrong with the life we have?" Dru hissed. "I do what I like, I make money, and I hurt no one while doing it! What's so bad about that?" he added. Oh fuck, I'd pissed him off too now.

Yeah, Dru sure had a different way of thinking. I could never fully understand how his mind worked. I knew what he said was true, but this would never be the career I would have chosen for myself. Not sure what I would have done knowing how much I liked to get fucked. What's done is done and I can't change the past, I did what I did when I had to do it; this was my lot. It didn't mean I wanted it for someone else though.

"Dru, I like him… I like him a lot. The thought of someone else fucking him makes me so sick…" My voice just disappeared, caught in my throat.

Sitting beside me on the bed, Connor hugged me and all I could do was bury my head into his shoulder. I didn't want to cry—I wasn't a pussy! I never cried for Joel, but I guess I was realizing more of what he went through now.

Dru opened the covers of his bed, inviting me to occupy it. I did as suggested while he moved to Connor's bed and lay there, resting his head on Connor's lap.

I snuggled my face down into Dru's pillow, letting his scent invade my brain, easing the pain in my heart.

I loved Dru, in a buddy kind of way. In his weird way he had captured my friendship forever. He could be a bit of a lunatic, but he had a heart of gold. He loved Connor so fucking much he'd transferred colleges so that he could stay close to him.

They had none of the issues I had. I didn't want anyone to touch Zeb. They couldn't care less who they fucked.

I remembered the day Dru and I did a scene. Connor was already hot for him and was there watching. I was so afraid he would get jealous or something. He surprised the shit out of me; he not only wasn't jealous at all, but came to tell me Dru was awesome and asked me how it felt with him. Go figure!

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After taking a nap, I manned up and went to my room. Thank God Zeb was not there.

After a shower to wake up properly and remove the days travel grime, I walked back to the bedroom, and this time Zeb was there, sitting on MY bed, looking at me with lustful eyes, and biting the inside of his bottom lip.

"Hey," I almost whispered. I can't explain what happened with my heart when he was around. I felt weak in the knees, like the bones had been removed; my breathing almost stopped and it was hard for me to move around naturally. Something else took me over completely, feeling as though a rope was pulling me towards him.

Going to my bag to pick up some clothes, I heard him say.

"Why do you hate me?" Feeling the air escaping my lungs, I felt trapped. Why was he cornering me like this?

Of course I didn't hate him, why would he think that? But how could I tell him, without revealing my secret? The one that told him that I had never felt for anyone, the way I felt for him?

Suddenly I remembered to breathe!

After composing myself, I sat on his bed, across from him as he sat on mine. I couldn't look into his eyes or he would see it. He would see all the love they were holding for him. I would look into his beautiful green orbs and I would feel like pulling him to me, kissing him, holding him in my arms. I couldn't let that happen.

Keeping my face angled towards our feet, I tried.

"I don't hate you, Zeb. It's quite the opposite." I could see with my peripheral vision that he had turned to face me square on, but he was looking down, mirroring me.

"Why did you… then, why did you seem so disappointed when you saw I was here?" He paused. "I was thrilled to know you were here."

"I just thought you wouldn't go on with this." My voice was getting weaker by the minute.

"This? You mean… working here?" He lifted his head, I didn't.

Nodding, but keeping my focus on my feet, I replied, "Yeah… I wished you hadn't come back for this." Taking a deep breath I went on, "It's just… It's just… I mean… This isn't a life for a guy like you. You could do other things for money."

"I need the money for college," Was his answer. "My father is broke, and can't pay for me anymore. I wasn't going to come. The first time, I mean. Corbin was trying to talk me into it, but… I didn't need it back then. I DO need it now, or I won't graduate. I wanna finish college, and this is my ticket for the ride."

Swallowing, the saliva traveled harshly down my throat. My dad was paying for college and I was still doing it. I already had more money saved up than I would need for a while. With my heart swollen and yet sore at having drawn the same trail he was about to, I took a chance. "Want me to pay it off for you?" I asked, silently praying to the gods that he would accept.

"I could never accept that… sorry. I'd feel like I was taking advantage of you."

I could relate to that.

With no arguments left, our discussion, if you could call it that, was over.

Things returned to some kind of normality after, as we got comfortable being around each other. Sleeping close to him at night gave me a sense of calm, tranquility. It felt so good.

Given the new Vegas location, and the fact that Zeb had left after just one scene with a girl the first time around, Corbin gave him a few days to acclimatize.

Leaning up against my headboard one night with a knee bent, reading a book, I noticed he was agitated. He would walk back and forth, scratching his head now and then, and biting his nails.

"What's up, Zeb?" I asked nonchalantly, pretending to read. "Nervous?" He nodded with his thumbnail still on the corner of his mouth.

Hating the thought of calling myself experienced, I could guess what was happening. "Are you about to shoot a scene?" He nodded, giving an anxious, "Tomorrow morning." He sat on his bed, facing the en-suite bathroom door, wringing his hands, looking as though he was about to make a dash for it and throw up.

"It's natural to be worried." Unsuccessfully, I tried to sooth his angst.

"It's not that," he replied, quickly cutting me off. "I… I never… Ineverkissedaguybefore." He sounded like a machine gun.

Standing up, it was my turn to walk around, my nerves on full blown ship wrecked mode.

"Oh… what kind of scene is it? Is it a bi tag?" It was the standard for newbies.

"Yeah… Trey and Delila." He wouldn't calm down. And I couldn't either.

My boy was going to kiss a guy and it wasn't going to be me.

Clasping both his hands under his knees, his legs were swinging back and forth, kicking the air like a child sitting on a bench before his first day of school. His face was down, eyes closed.

Suddenly, it dawned on me—he may also have to fuck Trey. Thankfully they never had new guys bottom on their first scene or two. That thought had me ready to burst like a napalm bomb, I was so enraged. I needed to keep it all in, he couldn't find out what I was feeling for him.

I said nothing for a while, and when I was about to speak he beat me to it.

"Would you kiss me?" He lifted his eyes to meet my gaze. I immediately looked down again.

No… this was not happening to me. Pursing my lips I just shook my head from side to side and Zeb thought it was my answer.

"Why not? Why am I any different? You kiss boys on the scenes all the ti—" Jumping in front of him I held his face between my palms, my thumbs caressing his cheeks.

Our eyes met and right then I was done for, my life was swimming in the green ocean of his eyes. He owned me, and he didn't even know.

Slowly closing the space between us, I could feel his breath of anticipation on my face. His lips were parted and I ran my thumbs over them, too. Getting closer, my forehead touched his and our noses brushed. I could see he was looking at my lips. I wanted him to look up, into my eyes so that I could dive right back into his sea of molten mercury. I mouthed 'look into my eyes' almost as a whisper.

Darting my tongue out, I traced his bottom lip, tasting him. His lips parted immediately, but he wouldn't have it that easy, this was my area and I knew what I was doing, I needed him to want it, not just to practice. I sprinkled small kisses on his lips, on his nose, on his chin until I focused back on his lips and then I put all I had in me into that kiss. My lips became demanding, pushing hard against his, parting them so my tongue could raid his mouth and steal his breath, fighting his tongue, and causing us both to moan and groan into each other's mouths.

I was unable to tell if I was being over forceful, making him scared of going on with it, or if I was trying to draw him to me. But I soon had my answer as he tilted his head allowing me to kiss him even deeper. My hands moved to the back of his neck and I felt his hands finally touching my back, strongly but gently pulling me into him. We were so close it was hard to breathe. Trying to come up for air I pulled back, managing a short gasp before being attacked by Zeb's consuming plump lips. Zeb grasped my shirt, pulling me back to him, leaning back on the bed, taking me with him. Crawling over him, I felt his arms snaking around my waist, pulling me down, covering his body.

I should have stopped him, I really should, I just couldn't. I had dreamed of this for so long that I gave myself over and drowned in the sea of Edward.

He was like air to me; I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't stop kissing him, even after he let me go, trying to slide us back on the bed—I lost it.

Releasing his lips, I pulled him to lie on the full length of the bed. Once we were settled, with his head on the pillow and me hovering over him, and me stunned by the fire in his eyes, Zeb grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back flush on top of him and I could hardly control the urge to rub my erection against his hip.

I didn't know what was happening, but it felt so fantastic that I couldn't care less about understanding!

My boy was under me, his willing lips on mine, his hands roaming over me clutching at clothing, muscle and skin, his moans reverberating in my mouth taking me to new heights of sensual awareness.

Lost in the feeling, I was caught by surprise when Zeb quickly turned us around ending up on top of me. Seconds later I felt his hard cock urgently rubbing against mine through our clothes. His hips were thrusting into mine hard, and I met him thrust for grinding thrust with just as much fervor and vigor; I was in heaven.

Too soon, Zeb broke our kiss, breathlessly caressing his cheek to mine before kissing and licking down my jaw line to my neck until he found my collarbone, dispensing the same treatment to it. Once it had been thoroughly tasted he continued moving slowly down my body.

He pushed my shirt up and I felt his tongue lap my overheated skin, making me shiver. My hands flew to his hair:, if I was going to drown and go to hell, I was at least going to experience a slice of heaven before I went.

Zeb moved farther south, nuzzling my erection through my jeans. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldn't take them off the delicious sexy creature between my legs. I was on my elbows looking down at him when he glanced at me through his lashes with pleading eyes—I just nodded.

What was I doing? I was letting him have his way with me! Hum… I was letting him have his way with me. That didn't sound so bad, did it? Who the hell cared?

His shaky hands were on the button fly of my jeans, opening them button-by-button; I felt my stomach quiver as each pull of the material careened my dreams closer to fruition. Goosebumps of anticipation were breaking all over my skin and my jaw could hardly keep still from shivering with expectancy.

FUCK!

Yanking my underwear below my balls and holding my erection firmly in his hand, Zeb didn't show any hesitation as he licked my length painfully, slowly from the base, all the way up to my slit, sucking on it, savoring my pre-come. I had closed my eyes, but I had to look, I wanted to check for any signs of discomfort—I found none.

"You taste so good T," was all he said before engulfing my cock in his hot wet cavernous mouth, sucking all the way back up to the head. For a guy who'd had his first male kiss not long ago, he was a natural, jumping from first base to the next in quick succession. I very briefly wondered what 'Research' he'd done.

The thought of being his first in kissing, blowing, and being intimate with a guy was so thrilling to me! His lips around me as he sucked and twirled his tongue around the head drove me insane! Not because of what he was doing, but because HE was doing it! Watching his head bobbing up and down treating me like I was his favorite flavored Popsicle, I soon felt my balls tightening and the buzz in the pit of my stomach that always preceded my climax.

I had to warn him, "Z, Z… move… I'm gonna come!"

He didn't move. I tried grasping his hair to move him anyway, but it was too short. With not enough time to try to get him away from my cock, I shot my load down his throat, groaning at the sight of him, trying to swallow every bit of my come. With me a shaking and quivering wreck, he kept sucking, carefully and oh so deliciously bringing me down from my high.

Pulling him to me, I wanted to return the favor, but he attached his lips to mine enabling me to taste myself in his mouth.

Guiding my hand down into his loose fitting shorts, I felt my cock hardening again.

Deciding I'd been submissive for long enough, I pulled down his shorts, wrapping my hand around both of our cocks, thrusting back and forth into my hand as Zeb did the same.

Bending closer to his ear, I whispered, "I want to taste you too."

"You will… but I want it like this right now," he murmured looking down at my hand holding our two cocks. The sight alone made him thrust harder into my hand, increasing the friction against my cock, causing me to get harder by the second.

"I want to come with your lips on mine," he added.

His husky whispers while looking into my eyes with those two pools of pure ecstasy were fueling my want and I could already feel a tingling up my spine, I didn't want to come though, I wanted this to last as long as it could.

Using every remnant of restraint, I held back while sliding his cock into my hand hard; I felt his lips travel to my ear to chant,"I'm gonna come… I'm gonna come… Come with me?" And I was a goner.

We came hard, convulsing in unison as his seed spread over my cock, mixing with mine. His face was beautiful, he was glowing, as a thin sated line of a smile spread across his face. I had never come again so soon before, the feelings Zeb had stirred within me were somehow responsible for eliciting the most ecstasy my body had ever experienced.

"Now you can taste me," he whispered.

Sliding him to my side, I moved down his body licking him clean. Arching his back he moaned feeling my lips around his sensitive shaft. I took my time caressing his body with my tongue and lips; I knew I might never have the chance again.

Hooking his hands under my arms he pulled me back to him and kissed my lips. It wasn't anxious this time. He was exploring his own taste, mixed with mine, on my tongue.

Pulling away just enough so he could speak, he stated, "I want you to be my first."

"Z, we aren't supposed to be doing this the night before a scene… I'm done with mine, but you have a long day tomorrow. Round two would be imprudent of us. Besides, you will do Trey tomorrow, anyway."

"You didn't get what I was saying. I want you to be the first to do me," he said shyly.

I sat up in a flash, completely annoyed by his request. Already shaking my head no before uttering the word, as he enquired, "Why not?"

Rubbing my eyes with my left hand, my right hand flew to his head while I tried explaining my thoughts.

"I… It's 'cause…" I took a deep breath hoping to put my thoughts in gear. "Z, the first time bottoming can be very painful, not everyone enjoys it. I don't want to be the person who will make you feel the pain it involves. Why would you want it to be with me in the first place?" I furrowed my brows at the thought.

Zeb buried his face on my belly and it would have been so endearing if not for the drying come he ended up sticking his nose into. Laughing, I pulled him away, bringing his face up to me, cleaning his nose with the hem of my T-shirt.

He stood up and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. When he was done, I was surprised when, instead of moving to his own bed, he climbed on top of mine, his back to my chest, falling asleep right away.

My mind was reeling. What did this mean? Did he have the same feelings I had for him? No… probably not. He just needed someone to look up to. Someone to keep him safe, help him out. Okay, I could be that. I would be that.

Still in deep thought, I drifted into sleep.

Waking up the next morning I couldn't help but notice that I had Zeb still comfortably and beautifully sleeping in my arms. With my morning erection on full alert, I pressed against his ass allowing his scent to invade my nostrils giving me a sense of peace I had long forgotten.

Unfortunately real life invaded my thoughts, my boy was going to be fucking Trey and Dalila today and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Closing my eyes tight, I willed time to go backwards. The night before had been fantastic, beyond anything someone like me could hope for, and the best part was that he'd chosen to sleep with me. What was gonna happen now? Would he pull away from me? Find me a freak or something for allowing us to give in to our most feral and basic instincts? I hoped not. Last night his desire had been as strong and demanding as mine, it was there in every kiss, caress, grasp, moan, groan and grind, but would they remain in place in the light of day?

My internal ramblings were interrupted by a sigh that I dared to hope was contentment that escaped his lips while waking. Pressing his body against mine, I froze. What would this scene play out to be?

"Morning, T," was his sleepy greeting to me.

Wriggling around to face me, he opened his sleepy eyes allowing me to gaze once more at the beautiful emeralds before me. I didn't know what to say.

Last night he'd asked me for a kiss but our actions had escalated to a high that took us in effect all night to come down from.

My brain was on overload—I wished I knew what the fuck was going on here, I was like a fish out of water, at times unable to breath and flapping around aimlessly. Whatever it was—it felt too damn good to let go.

Closing his eyes he snuggled his ass, back and shoulders, into me and began to fall back asleep. I was so happy that he felt comfortable enough to act like this, but I was all too aware that we were here to do a job.

Not wanting to rudely jolt him from his slumber, I pulled him closer, leaned over him and placed a kiss on his jaw before whispering in his ear, "Hey, Z… It's time to wake up, baby."

"I know," he replied muffling his words into my shirt.

Craning his head back to look up at me, a serious expression returned to his features. "What is it gonna be like?"

"What? The scene?" He nodded. "I hardly remember my first… Part of me was excited to be in something like that, but also really worried and scared. I really can't recall much. I came back for more, so I guess you'll enjoy it too."

I could see him deep in thought. "What is it like to fuck a guy?" I had to laugh. He looked like a kid going to his first day at school.

Technical facts I could do. "Tighter than any snatch or pussy you'll find around here, but also hot… Dependant on how experienced your bottoming partner is, the first ring can be… interesting… to breach, so make sure you have plenty of lubrication. Be careful not to come too fast… You gotta learn to control that."

"Hmm… don't worry about that, I can go on forever," he answered smugly, pressing his lips to mine.

Pulling back, his eyes still locked on my lips, he commented, "I'd much rather be doing that with you." Kissing me, "If I'd known you were into me as much as I'm into you, I would have asked Corbin to have you there as a condition of my coming back."

This time his lips attached to mine and his hands became dominant as they pushed me to lie on my back allowing him to curl his body over mine.

Straddling my hips, Zeb continued with his assault on my lips, sliding his hands up my arms, entwining our fingers.

Fuck, why did life have to invade our bubble? As much as I wanted this, we couldn't continue like last night. He had to be a hundred percent rested for his scene.

Turning my face to sadly escape his lips and before he could follow my move I breathlessly blurted, "Stop! We can't. Not now."

Feeling him ease his advance, but still holding my hands against the mattress, he pulled himself up and hovered over me. Lowering himself again slowly, touching every bit of my eager body, he leveled his eyes with mine asking huskily, "Are you sure?" I nodded.

It would be insane to take him again and make him mine, but I couldn't jeopardize his scene, I was in a catch twenty-two situation; if his scene got fucked up he would be sacked and leave and be safe from this world, but that would also mean I'd lose him too and I was already in deep. I would have gladly switched bodies with him, if it were possible.

Trying to break my resolve, he went on, "I can do it you know… Once here, twice there… maybe three times there." And he latched his mouth to mine again. I moaned into the kiss and too soon, he pulled up playfully, chirping, "Well… I believe you stated your wish… No fun for Edward, I mean, for Zeb this morning," before standing up and almost running to the bathroom.

I was enchanted with his playfulness, but as soon as the bathroom door closed, my heart clenched. I had no right to claim him for myself, and yet, I felt like someone was taking what was mine—MINE.

The hour had arrived and this was his time to prepare. It wasn't my place to invade or distract.

Standing I went to the only person that could help: Connor. I didn't brush my teeth, or comb my hair or change my clothes; instead I marched to him almost in tears. What was happening to me? I had never wanted anyone like that before, not Joel, and not Alice…

I bumped into the door opening it with a thump, before rushing inside—I almost knocked Dru to the floor.

"Heyyyyy! Slow down, mister!" Dru uttered. Not even looking at him or apologizing, I sat on the bed trying to wipe my eyes clean before any of them could see the tears.

Walking out of the bathroom, toweling his hair, Connor kissed Dru on the lips quickly before saying matter of factly, "His boy is shooting a scene today and look at him—he's already a mess."

"His boy?" Dru asked confused.

"Zeb… That's why you're here, isn't it?" he asked turning to me. I nodded and almost begged, "Please… Just keep me distracted so I won't think about what is going to go on in that room… Please?" rocking myself back and forth, between my hands.

"We'll get you out of here for a while… None of us has anything to do anyway."

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Once Zeb had left for the set, Connor grabbed me some clothes and between them they got me presentable and not looking too much like a shipwreck.

Taking me out of the complex using one of the many cars available to us, they took me to the Ethel M Chocolate Factory. This was more than just a Chocolate Factory, there were Cactus gardens there too. Dru was in his element—he saw this as a stage and we were his audience.

Despite my dour mood, they had brought me to a place where Dru's dry wit had anyone within earshot either laughing their socks off or cringing.

Throughout the tour of the factory, where we learned how the sweet delights were made, Dru just couldn't help himself and we were subjected to jokes and innuendo.

It all started with, "And on the eighth day God created chocolate."

Followed by, "You know guys, seven days without chocolate makes one weak."

As we watched the hazelnut fudge get covered in chocolate, Dru gulped before turning to Connor. "I want you in that, your cock, I want it all, and I want it smothered in whipped cream and chocolate." His statement almost made Connor drag him into the nearest closet.

I started to say something but was stopped by Connor putting his hand up silencing me. "Do not disturb: chocolate fantasy in progress."

It didn't take long before other innuendos surfaced from them. "Life is like a box of chocolates...Full of nuts." And, "Connor I'd put chocolate on your nuts any time and suck them clean." Earning him a groan from Connor and funny looks from passers by.

I couldn't help but murmur, "I'm gonna need therapy after this."

Dru quickly came back with the line, "Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment."

After that I gave up and enjoyed the distractions.

On surviving the factory, we entered the Cactus Arboretum.

"Holy fuck, I've never seen so many pricks in one place before," was Connor's first response. I guess Dru was rubbing off on him. This earned him Dru's first Cactus joke.

"What's the difference between a cactus and the Packers' stadium?"

Together we answered, "I don't know, what's the difference between a cactus and the Packers' stadium."

"A cactus has sixty thousand pricks on the outside." That had Connor and me laughing our asses off.

As we wandered around the arboretum, there was one plant that looked like a tennis racket earning it the comment, "I wonder what team that bats for?" Oh, dear.

Another looked just like a hand, which made us all suck in our butts, as the thought of a prickly hand touching anything sensitive made us squirm and pull a face.

It wasn't too long before Connor started chuckling at a particular cactus that looked like a star, "Hey Dru, that one looks like your ass before my dick gets in it."

Apparently Connor's booming voice carried, catching the attention of a couple. The guy frowned, but the woman gasped. She had to be in her mid to late thirties, she looked good though, with long dark hair and a figure she obviously looked after. Edging closer she mumbled something which had us all bending in closer to hear her. She had to repeat it.

"Are you Dru, Connor and Travis, from Corbin Fisher's House?" It was like she was trying to be a secret agent or something.

We didn't want to give her away; so we just smiled and nodded, earning us a wide eyed grin.

She looked as though she was going to say more, but unfortunately her partner interrupted, "Honey... Honey dear, do you know those guys? Are you okay... you look a little flustered."

She quickly returned to him, citing the temperature of the day as the reason for the blush that reached from her neck upwards, requesting they return to somewhere with air conditioning.

I guess we were her guilty secret.

Soon after, we returned to the house.

During our ride back to the mansion, all the light banter faded. My thoughts returned to the house and to him.

Connor's voice brought my quiet thoughts into the present like an explosion.

"Man, what's gotten into you? Do you have any idea how pathetic you look now? You guys aren't even together yet, you cannot…"

Cutting him off mid-sentence, I stated, "We got together last night."

"WHAT? How did that happen? How is he going to do his sce—"

"We didn't fuck, alright? We just…" and my thoughts trailed off to the night before.

"Kissed?"

"We went a little further than that… He'll be fine today. He assured me of that." Rubbing my hands together looking away. He'd told me he'd be fine and I truly hoped he would be.

"How did that happen?" Connor was worried. Dru was wide eyed observing. It was really too soon. Not Even Dru and Connor had ended up together so fast.

Shrugging my shoulders and giving my mouth a couple of false starts, I eventually answered, "He asked me to kiss him… He'd never kissed a guy before… and, and he was nervous about the scene."

"Aaaaand?" Connor could see by my reaction there was more to come.

"And he didn't let go… We ended up… I mean, he ended up blowing me."

"Was he any good?" Dru asked with a naughty smirk on his face.

"Druuuuuu! Shut up! We are having a serious conversation here! T may get into trouble and no one wants that!"

Dru chuckled as he sat back. I looked at him and nodded with a smile. The smirk was back on his face right away.

"Was that all?" Connor enquired.

Scratching the back of my neck, gazing at the outside view, I replied, "No. I got both of us off again… hand job."

Dru just couldn't help himself, "Fuck man! You didn't even blow the guy? You're mean!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DRU!" Connor yelled at the same time I was saying "He asked for it to be like that…There's more."

Repeating my words, with raised eyebrows, "There's more?"

"He slept with me, in my bed… all night." Still not willing to believe there could be seriously something between us, I rambled on, "But I don't know what that means! I… I don't know if he was just experimenting before his shoot or… I mean… He said he was into me."

"No kidding?" Connor looked at me, this time with a cynical smile on his face. "The guy almost tackled you the minute you walked through the door. Saved you a bed for two days to make sure you would sleep by him. He asks for you to kiss him and ended up blowing you! Nahhhhhhhh, I don't think all that means he is into you… OF COURSE HE IS, DIPSTICK! Now, listen to me."

He waited for me to look at him, "If the guy really likes you, he can have his mouth on another's, his hands on someone else's body, his cock up someone else's ass, but nothing will make him feel as good as he feels with you. Cause it's all just pretend; we use our imaginations to get us places we need to be. Besides liking you, he has already had a taste of you and how things can be great between you two. Nothing will change that."

He paused before delivering his last line, "And answer me this, after all these years on the job, have you ever fallen for someone after you did a scene with them?" I shook my head no.

Dru gave the last eulogy, "Our bodies are just keepers of our soul, man…" I heard him from behind us. "Our soul is what really matters. We love with it, not with our bodies. Of course we need to work, eat, drink… We need our bodies for that, even for showing the love we feel to our loved ones, but in this case, the soul is present… In scenes they aren't. Only our bodies succumb to the sensations and do what they were designed to do."

Fuck.

See what I told you about Dru?

Living the life we lived, maybe it would feel better if I kept his words in mind and not made a big deal out of this. We both needed the job, Zeb and I.

I was deep in thought for the rest of the ride back to the mansion.

Walking into my room to take a shower and change, Zeb was already there, sprawled on my bed. I could finally breath. He didn't look upset.

"So… how did it go?" I asked nonchalantly, but I was anxious as hell.

"Not half as hot and satisfying as last night," he said, standing up and walking towards me. "But it was fun." He circled his arms around me and pulled me into his embrace. I just clasped him tighter to me and smelled his fresh showered skin. I was relieved, and now he was all mine again, if only for a little while.

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I didn't ask for details and when Corbin asked me if I wanted to take a look at Zeb's scene after my own, I shook my head no, saying I was too tired.

The rollercoaster ride that my life turned out to be was catching up on me.

Zeb and I had nothing, yet I felt he was mine already, and he acted as if he was too. The first time we ventured out of the room that day, he walked too close to me but I couldn't find it within myself to move away from him.

Before we got to the main area, Connor showed up and walked right in between us, holding us firmly apart. Zeb looked at me with sick puppy eyes, but all I could do was shrug and thank Connor for saving us from gossip, especially after proceeding to give us instructions on how we needed to behave among the others.

"Zeb, you can't stay so close. T's not gonna co-operate and it's gonna be up to you to preserve your jobs. You have to be stronger than him." My face was flushed in embarrassment and he wasn't finished, with his dimples showing, he giggled and nodded in my direction. "Our friend T here, is addicted to affection." He knew it was nothing like that. He knew I was in love with the guy. Maybe he was trying to disclose as little truth as possible. "He won't pull away if you hold him in front of every-fucking-one in the house… If you kiss him… Hell, if you decide to fuck him in the pool he won't mind." Hmm, now he's giving us ideas, the fucker.

"But you can't let any of that happen, or you will turn into two poor suckers, without a penny in your pockets, and no roof over your heads! Got it? " he said, looking directly into Zeb's eyes. Zeb could only nod and I could see tears gathering in their corners as the realization of possible separation sunk in, if we were not careful. Connor, with a much lighter mood finally finished, "Fuck, your eyes are really amazing… No wonder Travis is insane about you."

There you go! That was all I needed! I felt like I had just been pushed out of the closet! Not as a gay man, but as a gay man who loved another… Not any other, but the very boy that was standing mere inches away from me.

Connor nudged me with his elbow, winking at me and said, "I bet if I were cast for a scene with him that would get me distracted." Bastard, but I knew he was kidding, neither of us had been cast for a scene with him at all. However, those eyes had made me come the night before and waking up to watch them flutter open this morning had been amazing!

We spent the day lounging and playing around each other, splitting up at times so that no one would notice anything different about us. During the guys regular antics, I used to find Trey amusing as he'd happily lark around with anyone and everyone, but now, all I wanted to do was punch him in the face hopefully breaking one or two teeth because as soon as I was any distance away from Zeb, he would jump in quicker than a ferret down a rabbit hole. What pleased me though, was that Zeb treated him exactly the same as everyone else and did not succumb to his charms.

That night, when I finally went back to our bedroom after dinner, Zeb was already there, on my bed, reading my book.

His beauty took my breath away!

I made my way to the bathroom, took a shower, put on my boxers and T-shirt, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and by the time I walked out, he was asleep with my book fallen onto his chest. He looked angelic. I was dazzled by his image, his tanned skin against the crisp white linens, his face slightly turned to his left, his arms folded around the book. Mesmerized by the sight before me, I slowly sat on the armchair by the bathroom door and pulling my knees to my chest, I observed him, his chest moving up and down as he breathed softly.

I never imagined I was capable of having such strong and striking feelings. The mere idea of him disappearing made my body want to writhe in pain. What would I do if his feelings didn't match my own? Was I already in too deep to survive the heartache should everything go wrong, or would I be better staying away from him for a while until I was absolutely sure of the path we were taking?

Leaning towards self-preservation, I moved to his cold bed instead of lying down by him, comfortable and warm on mine.

When I was pulling the covers open I heard him shifting on my bed. "What are you doing?" he asked as he turned to me, rubbing his eyes.

"I didn't want to disturb your sleep," was my lousy excuse.

"Come lie down here with me?" he instructed, reaching for my hand before pulling me to my bed. The feel of his long soft fingers wrapped around mine coupled with the emotion in his eyes was too much for me to fight against.

I ended up encased by him, my back to his chest, his strong arms holding me gently but firmly and a leg draped over mine. I felt cared for and safe.

Feeling his warm breath ghost down my neck, a small shiver went up my spine making me move a little. Soon his lips were kissing my pulse line between my ear and collar bone, his hands roamed about my torso while his erection rubbed against my ass as he circled his hips against mine.

"You smell so fucking delicious, baby," he said between kissing and inhaling my scent.

"I just showered." My God! I'm a moron.

"Not talking about soap, babe." And he placed lingering sensual kisses over my shoulders and back. "T… what's your real name?"

I chuckled to myself—wow—didn't see that one coming.

In my current state of Zen, I'd answer anything he asked. Softly breathing the answer, "Jasper," I moved my head back encouraging him to move to my neck. "Yours… Edward… yeah?"

He nodded against my neck chuckling, "Sounds like it belongs to a grandpa, doesn't it?" he commented. "People call me Ed. Can I call you Jay?" he asked as he continued to pepper kisses on my body.

I felt like I was in a fantasy world and I didn't want the movie to end. "We're supposed to call each other by our stage names in here… So when we're in a scene we won't screw up and say our real names… I don't even know many of the guy's real names."

I hadn't turned around to speak nor had I opened my eyes. I was torn, I wanted it all, but I was so afraid of bonding with him and then being alone again, I felt like my heart was being squeezed by my rib cage.

Zeb stopped kissing me, pulled up to support himself on his bent elbow and rolled me onto my back, asking, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Scrunching my lids closed even more, I knew that if I looked into his eyes I would cave in. Sighing, I kept quiet.

"Look at me Jasper!" he demanded.

Slowly, I peered through my lashes, but I couldn't look him directly.

"Tell me you don't feel anything for me and I'll just walk away." I could hear the hurt in his voice.

I didn't want him to go, but I wasn't convinced enough to bare my soul to him either.

The words just wouldn't come. "It's not that… I… I…" Still not looking at him, I couldn't verbalize what I was feeling, but he wouldn't quit it.

"Jasper, I came back for you." That did the trick. My wide eyes shot to his and I could see his were watery. I wanted to kiss him senseless but I sought for him tell me more, to keep on speaking.

"What? Why? I thought it was for the money," I murmured, my eyes trailing away from him.

I felt him fidget slightly before answering, "I need the money. You were right though. I could have looked for something else, but I wanted to see you again. Since going home that first time, all I could think of was you. I watched all your videos… many times… Mostly the ones where you talk in the beginning, so I could hear your voice, watch you smile. I tried not being jealous of your work. In the end I decided to give the job a shot, to be close to you again." I was speechless and my face had turned back to his.

After taking a short breath, he continued, "I finally worked up the guts to call Corbin and ask to come back, but asked to be in a room by myself, hoping you would show up in the house and stay here with me."

"What if I wasn't here?" I searched his forest greens, though for what I didn't know.

"I thought of asking for your phone number… but as soon as I got here I heard Rudy telling some of the others that his next scene would be with you, and then he'd be out of here. I couldn't wait to see you again."

Bowing his head, he murmured his last sentence. "I came onto you too hard, didn't I? I'm so confused, Jay."

Okay, now was the time to say, "Fuck it," and just grow some balls and attack him. So that's exactly what I did.

Pulling him into my arms, I attached my lips to his forcefully, to which he responded as fast as he could, fighting my tongue with his, as his throat squeaked small bursts of pleasure while he proceeded to climb on top of me.

Grasping his ass cheeks I pulled him into me, groaning at the feeling of his rock hard cock grinding against mine. His elbows were positioned on both sides of my head supporting his body, his hands on my hair angling my head for better access. All I was capable of thinking of was him sliding his cock into me.

"Fuck me, Edward," I pleaded against his lips.

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