Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I call dibs on Titlight!

Hugs and ice-cream to my Beta Laverett who proofread despite being sick. (Okay, I changed my mind. No hugs, I don't want to catch it. Just... air-kisses and lemon-filled reading.)

So, Victoria and Jasper were having a heart to heart...

''So, Jasper, why are you doing it then?''

It was a legitimate question, and unfortunately, Jasper didn't have a good answer.

''Alice wanted it. She begged me to do it. I trust her. She knows me better than myself, I'm not objective. She said I needed it, and not just for the movie. She's been right about me before, soooo…'' He shrugged, looking unsure. ''If she thinks I'll get something from this, I trust her judgment more than mine.''

A few more minutes passed, in a static environment. Tension burned on the back burner, artfully ignored by all present.

Victoria let them stew for a bit, before pushing Jasper for more.

''Is it the pain you're afraid of? Do you have any idea how you react to it? I'd like to spank you, or maybe use a paddle… Nothing too intense. Don't worry, I can tell when you've had enough. If you don't want me to push, I'll keep it light. Spectacular for Alice, but nothing too painful.''

''No.'' Jasper snorted. ''I'm not worried about pain. Not at all. I can take it, whatever you give. More than that. I'm worried about in here.'' He tapped his skull. ''You'll have to be very careful not to lose me.''

Victoria frowned, but waited for him to elaborate.

''And… no spanking.''

Victoria opened her mouth to protest, but Jasper cut her off. It was gutsy, Edward didn't think he would have.

''I have to be on my back for today.''

''What?'' Victoria sounded authentically startled to have him direct her.

''My back is…'' Jasper faltered.

Victoria was fuming, obviously not placated. She waited menacingly for him to explain. Edward cringed at the anger radiating from her.

Sighing, Jasper turned and tugged his t-shirt over his head.

He explained, voice muffled: ''If you want me to do full back nudity, I'm going to need a fuckton of make-up. I don't feel up to it tonight, and it will just get swiped off when you touch me. Or slap me. Or cane me. Or whatever. And it's complicated, finding good angles. I just… it will be too much, for the first time.''

Edward stared.

Jasper's back was… pockmarked, for lack of a better word. There were little scars all over it, mostly concentrated over the muscular expanse between his shoulder blades. They were half circles, about half an inch each. They looked… like bite marks. Really tiny bitemarks. And there were many many many of them. Hundreds of half-circles etching a lighter pattern onto his golden skin.

''What…'' Victoria's voice was surprisingly gentle.

''It's… it was a ring.'' Jasper's voice was matter-of-fact. He tossed the shirt to the side with a sigh and stared into the distance. ''My step-father, he wore a ring. A big one with a huge red stone. The little claw things that held it in place were loose…''

He ran a hand through his hair again, contemplative.

''He blamed me. For Mom… He never touched me when she was alive. And when she died… I… He loved her, I think. He was so angry. He started drinking. The first time he hit me, he cried after. But once he'd started, it just got worse and worse. More and more often, harder and harder… It was never enough. It… it didn't bring mom back.''

Jasper's voice was wistful, emotion starting to creep in. He cleared his throat and sank back down into the couch, carefully not looking at either of them. He still seemed relaxed enough though, not at all exuding burning anguish like the last time he'd shared his troubled past with Edward.

Edward placed a hand on his thigh anyway, rubbing Jasper like the other man had done when it was Edward who was sinking into himself.

Jasper's thigh was firm and muscular. Harder than a girl's, larger. Edward felt like a creep for noticing those details at a time like this.

Victoria's tone was calm, maybe a bit admiring.

''Alice is right. You're ready. You can take this. The way you just handled yourself… I'm amazed at how well you've coped. Not many make it as far as you… And you're willing to go even further. That takes a lot of courage. ''

Jasper snorted, letting his head loll back against the top of the couch. ''You think I've coped well…'' he snorted again. ''You have no clue what I've done before this. How I DIDN'T cope well. The things I've done…''

''Yes.'' Victoria's voice was firm. ''That's to be expected. You're human! But you pushed through, that's what's important.''

Edward slowly dragged his palm up and down Jasper's thigh, not wanting to break the contact even if Jasper seemed calmer.

Victoria lapsed into thoughtful silence, and then continued. ''Really, Alice is right; it will help you, what we do tonight. Teach you to open up, to trust. The beauty of not fighting, of not having to always be in control…Help you see a different facet of pain and domination, how pleasurable it can be. ''

She pursed her lips. ''Today will give you an idea of how it could be, anyway. If you want, we can meet again. Not on film; for real. Help you get to the bottom of this, move forward. When you're ready. If you ever are. This is an open invitation… I can help you. I'd be honored to!''

Jasper's voice was quiet when he sighed ''This movie… I never thought… Usually, the past is just that, the past. Growing stronger is a bitch, huh?''

Silence reigned for a bit. Edward felt steadier, the singing in his veins from the liquor slowly subsiding. Maybe it was because he was seated.

Edward kept his hand on Jasper's leg, but he made himself stop stroking.

He itched to explore higher and didn't trust himself not to if he continued to move. He squeezed slightly, just above Jasper's kneecap. Jasper splayed his thighs invitingly, hips shifting so he pressed harder against Edward's side. Almost like he WANTED Edward to touch his crotch. It was a good thing Edward wasn't gay, or he might have pounced on him for looking so enticing.

There was absolutely no reason for Edward's dick to pulse like that.

''So, torture by pleasure it is!'' Victoria grinned evilly. ''I'm going to have a great time making you beg…''

The atmosphere shifted again, growing licentious. Jasper reached for the bottle of Jack again, looking sideways at Victoria.

''Yes,'' He replied nonchalantly. ''I imagine you will.''

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A few more heartbeats passed, and Edward wondered if he should refill his glass. He was still debating when Victoria spoke to Jasper again.

''You know how to react, how to play it up for the camera?''

Victoria's question sounded more like a statement, and Jasper simply nodded in response. Leaning around him, Victoria addressed Edward directly, almost in a lecturing tone.

''You have to exaggerate your reactions during light play, if you want to turn the viewers on. That's what BDSM is about, you know; eliciting a reaction. That, and the power play. A man like Jasper, I could probably whip him unconscious and if he decided to fight me, he wouldn't make a single sound.''

Jasper ticked, her words hitting the mark.

That was exactly what he'd done with his stepfather, why he'd gotten harsher and harsher. Young as he'd been, Jasper had refused to bend, to beg, to cry. It had only incited a stronger punishment. Jasper knew it, yet he'd resisted. More and more, as the violence escalated, defying his step-father the only way he could until pain and fear had him delirious.

It had almost gotten him killed too. He was a stubborn motherfucker.

Edward stared blankly at Victoria, not really sure he understood. It was what she did, hurt people.

And Jasper looked a bit pale, it worried Edward.

Victoria must have read his reservation in his eyes, because she elaborated.

''That's not the point, Edward. I'm not hurting him for the pain. I'm hurting him for the pleasure of it. His, or mine. On camera, you have to turn it up a notch. Let the fans watching see the interaction.'' Edward wasn't really sure he understood, but he nodded anyway.

Victoria didn't buy it. ''Like this.'' She sounded a tiny bit irritated.

''Be still!'' She directed Jasper. Her candied nails dragged down his naked torso, as he sat motionless. It made a striking image.

''Ok,'' she nodded to Jasper. ''Now, show Edward how good it is.''

Moving her hand back up to his shoulder, she repeated the movement. That time though, Edward grew lightheaded with the rush of arousal they ignited.

Jasper's breath hitched, a low moan rolling from his throat as Victoria splayed her fingers on his bare chest. Edward watched his abs jump under the slow advance of Victoria's nails. Jasper twitched, hips curling forward and forearms straining as he clutched at the couch.

Fuck.

Edward swallowed.

He took a quivery breath as Victoria and Jasper laughed. They flipped easily back into casual friendliness as though nothing had happened. They were laughing at him he knew, at his reaction to their display. And he couldn't be bothered to care, grappling with the need threatening to drown him.

Jesus. Edward didn't think he'd make it to the party. He had decided sometime during the week that he was going to… experiment… with Jasper. It seemed that a party to loosen up some inhibitions would be a great help. Although he was about ready take him. Right here, right now.

That decided it then. No more alcohol for him, at least for now.

Jasper smiled lazily at him. ''See? I wasn't faking, not really. Just, you know, upping the mark a bit.''

Edward cleared his throat and nodded. He didn't trust his voice yet.

Angela appeared again, smiling. ''Come with me Vicky, I have teeth to glue on you. Oh and Jasper, Alice says ''five minutes!'' As soon as she and Emmett are done lighting the candles, you're on''.

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The men watched the two girls go, hands brushing lightly as they walked side by side. Victoria settled into the make-up chair with a ringing laugh.

''They've slept together.'' Jasper's voice was low. ''I can tell.''

Edward nodded. He could see it too, there was a sense of familiarity there.

With a sigh, Jasper unzipped his pants. He hadn't moved, still pressed up against Edward at one end of the couch. Edward tried not to notice the pink of his soft dick as he curled his fingers around it and started tugging.

Jasper was staring at Victoria's back.

The more he watched, the more he grew distant.

His lips became slack, and his eyes were wide.

He looked… terrorized.

To Edward's untrained eye, he seemed to be getting softer, not harder, the more he jerked. Jasper's breath was ragged. Not in a good way, in a panicked one. Edward didn't really ponder how he might know the difference. But he did, and Jasper was undoubtedly freaking out beside him.

''Fuck,'' the blond boy cursed. ''I can't do this. Alice is gonna kill me. Fuckfuckfuck...''

Jasper's knee bounced, and he worried at the thumbnail of his free hand with his teeth, speeding the motions of the other.

''You don't happen to have any Viagra on you? What was I thinking, agreeing to a torture session…''

His harsh movements jostled Edward. ''Shit, man. Victoria costs more than me and you together; I gotta freaking get it up!''

He pumped fiercely, to no avail.

''Jasper.''

Edward whispered the word. The other man was so deep in his head he didn't even notice.

''Jasper!'' Edward's voice was louder, stronger.

''Stop it.'' He heard himself echo the words from the alley. ''You're making yourself panic, that won't get you anywhere. Stop thinking.''

Edward knew all too well what it was like to have your thoughts spiral away from you.

''Close your eyes.''

Jasper obeyed, slumping a bit more into the sofa.

''Good. Now, think of something you like. Something that makes you hot. See it. Feel it. Smell it.'' It was what Edward did to prepare for a shoot.

Jasper relaxed beside him, and he moved his hand, squeezing his dick.

''No!'' Edward heard himself say. ''Don't force it. Let the scene grow. Let it build in your head. Take it further!''

Jasper's breathing was changing again. In a good way. Edward could hear the rasp with every slow inhale.

He watched a lazy pink flush spread over Jasper's cheeks as his fingers moved, circling round his now mostly hard penis.

''Yessss.'' Edward was caught up in the moment, in Jasper's growing arousal. ''That's it. What happens next? Are you fantasizing about fucking? Is it good?''

Suddenly, Jasper's eyes flew open.

Only then did Edward realize how close he was. He was leaning over the man, unconsciously having crept closer and closer as he was dragged into Jasper's blossoming excitement.

He froze.

He should move away. It was inappropriate. Why did he feel like he was swimming in honey, all slow and mellow?

Jasper's voice was soft and gruff. ''I wasn't.''

Jasper smelled like warm spices, cinnamon and sandalwood. The scent soaked into Edward's mind, blurring his thoughts. Soaked into his lungs, leaving no room for air. Soaked into his very bones until they melted into the couch.

"I wasn't thinking about fucking... I was thinking about kissing you…" the other man whispered.

Edward barely registered the words through the thumping behind his ear-drums.

Jasper's free hand rose to softly trace along Edward's jaw, feather soft. Jasper's pupils were dilated until his eyes were mostly black. Beautiful.

''Is that okay? Can I kiss you?''

Edward nodded.

It was.

He wanted to be kissed by Jasper.

Oh, how he wanted it! And in that moment, he pushed aside all the disturbing thoughts about sexual orientation and just let himself feel. He tried to look at Jasper until their noses brushed and the proximity made his vision double. Closing his lids, he waited for the kiss.

And waited…

His heart pounded, heat spreading through him. Fuck, Jasper was drawing it out.

Edward could feel his uneven breaths washing over him. Edward moaned a bit, the anticipation was going to kill him. Finally, FINALLY Jasper closed the distance.

Jasper's lips were soft. Not tentative. There was firmness lurking behind the kiss.

No, it was more like he was trying not to scare Edward. It worked too, reassured him. They brushed together again. Edward's mouth burned where they'd touched. He leaned forward, pressing their lips more firmly together.

Jasper made a soft sound in his throat. His lips remained gentle, but Edward could feel the urgency growing behind them. Every touch was a bit stronger, a bit more lingering. It hinted at…

More.

This carefully controlled kiss wasn't enough.

Edward ached with the need for more. Leaning forward, he pressed himself to the other man, grunting in surprise when his hand contacted bare skin.

Fuck, he'd forgotten Jasper wasn't wearing a shirt!

Jasper was still holding back, afraid to push him.

It made Edward mad.

And goddamn horny.

This was ridiculous, he was a porn star! Not an innocent virgin or an inexperienced teenager. So what if he'd never kissed a man before? Porn star, right? So Edward took over the kiss, running his tongue firmly along the seam of the other man's closed lips.

Jasper's mouth opened willingly at Edward's probing, and Edward plunged his tongue in deep. Jasper tasted like Jack, and it was very male and very arousing. Their tongues played against each other, sliding suggestively. The kiss was growing sloppy, passionate. This was not a movie kiss, all extended tongue for the viewer's enjoyment. No, this was real and deep and getting a bit out of hand.

Edward ran his hand through Jasper's soft hair, running it down his shoulder to his biceps. Felt the muscle bunch and clench there, moving rhythmically under his gripping fingers.

Breathlessly, he pulled back with a cocked eyebrow. What the fuck?

He gasped when he remembered Jasper had his dick out, and saw he was slowly working himself. There was no doubt he was turned on now, the shaft fully engorged, the tip shiny.

''Well.'' Jasper shook with silent laughter. ''That sure did the trick! Thanks, man!''

Jasper's easy tone was contradicted by the fire in his eyes and the tension in his thighs.

Edward was suddenly aware of their surroundings again.

He felt eyes burning on them. Flustered, he looked up to see Angela resting her head dreamily on Victoria's shoulder where she still sat in the chair. They were both staring, peacefully. Angela's hand was cupping the other woman's breast in an almost absent-minded way. The redhead smiled conspirationally at the boys, rising to extend a hand to Jasper and nodding at the door.

Edward jumped.

Alice was in the entryway! She humphed, mumbling about knowing what she wanted to happen to the Robert character, before announcing it was shooting time.

As Jasper rose, he turned to Edward

''Coming?''

Edward's pervy mind immediately imagined so many other situations where Jasper might ask that question, he couldn't help responding ''No! Not if you don't touch my dick, I'm not a teenager!''

Jasper froze in shock for a second, before grinning and throwing a cushion at him. ''Not that kind of coming, stupid! Although I'm a damn good kisser… Is that a challenge?''

He puffed his chest out, then doubled over, laughing.

Suddenly serious, he looked straight into Edward's eyes. ''Please. I… you help ground me. Please.''

Edward nodded once. Solemnly.

Wincing, he got up.

Ow.

Fuck, his dick was hard down his pant leg and he could barely unfold himself!

He limped, not at all watching Jasper's ass move as he walked, all the while trying to nudge his cock into a more manageable situation inside his jeans.

Ow!

OOWW!

Motherfuck!

Some days, it sucked to have a porn star bat. He was so hard there was no hope of getting himself into a more comfortable position unless he undid his pants.

Jasper winked at Edward when they reached the set, obviously knowing his problem, then swiftly pushed him up against the cold brick wall.

Edward stood frozen, while Jasper's fingers hastily unzipped Edward's fly. He wasn't really registering what was happening, until Jasper stuck his hand in, fishing down his pant leg and wrapping his fingers around Edward's erection. Rapidly, he shifted it to a slanted vertical position, before deftly zipping it in place.

''There.'' He whispered with a final pat. ''All better. You'll be a LOT harder before this scene is finished.''

With a quick peck to the lips, Jasper was gone, skipping out of his pants and moving to lie spread-eagle on dark purple satin sheets.

Edward shifted in the shadows, finding an out of the way place where he could stare straight into Jasper's face.

A lot harder.

Fuck. He doubted it was physically possible.

The bed was draped in curtains of gauzy purple, and it was surrounded by blazing candles. Tiny flames flickered in multiple tea-lights, chunky pillars were dotted throughout and a three-prong wrought iron chandelier held dripping long white tapers on either side-table.

Edward gulped, as Victoria strapped Jasper into black leather cuffs chained to the bedposts. Trepidation made his heart run a mile a minute. She'd positioned her victim so that he was at the end of the bed, head almost off the foot of the mattress.

Victoria greedily smiled at the sight of Jasper's long slim body, spread vulnerable on the shiny sheets. His erection curved towards his belly, heavy and taut.

''When you're ready, baby!'' She called to Alice.

The dark-haired woman nodded, holding her cell phone to her ear.

''Just a sec hun, I'm waiting on security. Have to make sure the sprinklers are disabled, if the candles set them off it'll ruin the day… Yeah! Uh huh! Yes. I understand.'' She spoke into the phone. ''That's great, thanks!''

''All set!''

''Show time, my pretties! Let's earn you another award, baby.''

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An early update, just because I could!

And a first kiss! Finally!

Next week, Victoria gets to work on Jasper... Till then, I wish you all sexy dreams of leather cuffs on purple satin sheets!