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

Have I ever told you how amazing my Beta Laverett is is?

Wouldn't you know it, my lemon got out of control again so it will be another double-post weekend! You know the drill by now, there's a distinct possibility of no update next week because of this...

So all the usual warnings apply; Mature Readers only. Contains Graphic depictions of almost-sexual acts!

And I strongly suggest that you read chapter 22 again, just to get in the mood...

Just in case you don't, here's a reminder of where we left off:

Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.

Edward didn't actually have anything to do, except remain the willing victim. That was a good thing, because his brain was turned to mush. Jasper, however…

Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.

Slam, whisper, lick, whisper, grab hand.

By Take Four, Jasper was so hard he could barely remember the sequence. All of his rational thought was obliterated by the nearness of a quivering Edward. And then of course, Edward decided to STOP being so submissive and started to struggle against Jasper's hold.

It deteriorated immediately then, into; slam, whisper, lick, struggle, slam, growl, struggle-wiggle, slam, kick legs apart, bite neck, press hard dick to fucking teasing ass in shortshorts.

''Okay, enough.''

Alice's nasally voice forced them apart. ''If you're going to get all impatient, let's take this further.''

Jasper thought he heard a whispered Thank Fuck from Edward. He seconded that.

Time to stop the teasing.

[HCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHC]

Alice's next brilliant idea was to have Jasper tear the shirt off Edward.

''Really?''

That time, it was Edward who protested. He was a man; men didn't get their clothes torn off like flirty hand-maidens.

Except if they were getting attacked by vampires, according to Alice. She continued to argue until Angela appeared with scissors, completely ignoring a distracted Edward. Jasper contributed very little to the quarrel; he was concentrating on trying to get his composure back.

Again.

Finally, after a small cut through the neckline of the shirt under the towel draped around his neck, and another one at the bottom hem, Edward gave up on changing Alice's mind, and took up position braced against the lockers.

Anticipation started to make his head spin, as Alice had Felix try several different positions to get the best angle.

Somehow, knowing his shirt was about to be torn off made Edward crazy with need.

It was so hot, thinking that Jasper desired him bad enough that he would tear his clothes off…

Grumpily, Edward had to admit Alice was right.

As usual.

Fuckin' Alice.

Finally, the director decided that having Felix filming from up in a ladder was the best angle. Jasper moved to stand behind Edward.

Fuck.

Jasper's hands kneaded up and down Edward's back, over the white cotton. It built knots in Edward's stomach.

Fuckfuckfuck.

His entire body was coiling tight, waiting, needing, knowing that release was coming.

Edward's breath huffed too fast, panting through his nose. Fucking Jasper, couldn't he just do it?

Jasper, meanwhile, was enjoying the head-rush. He watched little shakes and jerks spark in Edward as he touched him.

Sliding a hand under the cloth, Jasper nearly moaned at the relief of skin on skin. Edward's back was so warm, all bumpy with tight muscle.

Caressing roughly, Jasper let his irritation at the t-shirt build. His breath grew ragged and Edward quaked beneath him, knuckles white against the lockers.

Jasper could tell he was having a hard time remaining still and waiting.

It was hot as hell. It created an urge to ravish him, contradicted by the need to draw it out even more, the need to prolong the torture until Edward begged for it…

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Jasper brought his hands under the towel that taunted, draped around Edward's neck. His fingers fumbled, curling around the neckline, feeling for the cut already there. Soft fine hairs brushed against his knuckles, warm skin smooth as he tightened his hands in the fabric.

The world stilled and time stopped for a breathless moment of suspense as Jasper began to tug on the fabric. He pulled, feeling the fibers stretch taut without yielding.

As the cloth went tight, pulling across his front, Edward bit back a moan and leaned his weight into his arms on the locker. A sharp line dug into Edward's neck as Jasper put more force into it, forearms rippling with muscle as he grunted in annoyance.

Fuck, the t-shirt was almost see-through; how could it resist getting torn like that?

Jerking roughly, Jasper lost patience.

He WAS going to tear the thing!

He wanted Edward naked, NOW!

And then with a sharp rip-crack, the fabric gave.

Jasper felt a surge of power as the split grew, running unevenly down, exposing golden skin beneath. Edward almost managed to hold back a sound, maybe a whimper, at the liberating feel of the cotton breaking. His head dropped heavily; drunk on lust, drunk on Jasper's power over him.

The rip stopped somewhere towards the middle of the shirt, and Jasper quickly moved his hands down to finish in a second swift tearing motion.

Finally, glorious naked skin beckoned between the ruins of white. Finally, Jasper pressed himself tight against Edward, burying his nose in the spicy-scented crook of his neck. It was such a relief; FINALLY Jasper's raging hard-on had contact!

Edward sagged in his arms. He sang with awareness of all the different textures squashing into his backside. Jasper's naked torso, sweaty and so warm. The tickly feel of the feathers near his shoulder. The crunchy light brush of a few chest hairs. A hard sharp edge digging into his bum, probably the belt buckle. And that undefined jean-covered firmness was undoubtedly Jasper's erection, pressing into his ass.

Yes.

Please.

More.

Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me.

Jasper's free hand suddenly moved to grip Edward's hard dick through his shorts. Roughly squeezing and tugging, he mirrored the movements with his hips against Edward's back. One of Edward's arms gave out, and he fell to press his forehead hard into the cold metal of the lockers.

Jasper's moves were strong, caring. He pressed burning kisses wherever he reached; into Edward's hair, his neck, his ear, the angle of his jaw.

An after-thought.

Both their attentions burned lower, to what was happening under their bellybuttons.

When Jasper finally released a panting Edward to hook his thumbs into the elastic waistband of the shortshorts, their director, whom they'd both forgotten, stepped in again.

''Cut.''

''FUCK!'' Jasper couldn't stop the irritation that time, gulping in a lungful of air to try to calm himself. His voice was jarringly soft as he asked ''What is it this time, Al...''

''You got glitter all over his back. Vampires sparkle, yes. But they don't rub off. I'm going to get Angela to clean him up, and reglitter you, before we continue.''

Jasper nodded stiffly, stepping away to stare at the wall and run a shaky hand through his hair as Felix was sent in search of their make-up artist.

The small room was stifling with awkward tension as they waited.

Jasper's back was tight and he seemed intent on counting the dirty tiles on the far wall. Alice's sharp features were pinched, stubbornness softened by understanding. Edward observed all this as he sank to the bench.

He sank because his knees didn't want to hold him up.

Fuck!

With long fingers, he picked at his shortshort front. Edward's dick was hopelessly tangled in the mesh and nylon. It felt as though the stupid shortshorts were determined to strangle it off and it was uncomfortable as hell. Sitting down had only made it worse.

Obviously, using one hand and being subtle wasn't working.

Fuck.

Getting up, Edward went for broke. He dove a hand in to wrap around his hard cock, sucking his belly in while using the other hand to tug the fabric free. Fuck that felt good! The problem was moisture, Edward realized. His cock-head had been leaking quite a bit, and that made the nylon stick to it. Not to mention that his abdomen was quite sweaty too. He curled his fingers tighter, enjoying the throbbing response.

Feeling the now-familiar burning tingles, he glanced up to catch Jasper watching him while his hand was down his pants.

Fuck.

His cock flexed hard in his hand; Edward ignored the spasm of pleasure and hastily removed his disobedient fingers.

Thankfully, Angela appeared then, accompanied by the sound of the heavy clanging of the door. In a matter of minutes, Edward's back was wiped clean and she was tsk tsk'ing at Jasper for getting sweaty and spreading the glitter around.

Jasper didn't argue but Edward could see the blistering comments that ran behind his eyes. Maybe Angela did too, because when she happened to glance at his face rather than his chest, her tirade abruptly cut off.

You didn't want to push Jasper when he was like that, for sure.

''God, Edward, will you leave it alone?''

It was Alice who called Edward back to order.

''What?'' He asked, flustered.

Alice stared at him with a raised eyebrow, pointedly checking out his crotch.

His crotch where his hand was absentmindedly picking at the clingy fabric again.

With a sigh, Edward brought his arms up and crossed them awkwardly over his chest.

''Sorry Al. It's the fucking nylon, and the mesh. I got my panties twisted in a bunch, I guess.'' Edward attempted humor.

Alice just stared at him, and Jasper looked like he wanted to tear them off like the shirt.

Or bite them off.

Or something.

Fuck.

Alice shrugged, motioning the men towards the lockers. ''Fine then, I think we're about ready to have Jasper take them off you anyway.''

Alice directed Felix to lie on the floor and have the boys take up position standing against the lockers, over him.

The blatant voyeurism made Edward blush, and he tried to deliberately NOT look down at the man and camera between his legs. He hoped his balls were behaving and remaining inside the shortshorts.

Man, did Edward hate the shortshorts.

More and more, with a growing passion every passing second. He wondered if he could set them on fire when this was all done.

Probably not.

Surely nylon didn't burn very well.

Especially wet nylon. It was bound to release pretty noxious fumes. Edward was very enviro conscious. Maybe he should request organic hemp shorts next time.

And light them on fire.

Then Jasper's dick pressed hard into Edward's ass again and all thoughts of shorts or global warming evaporated.

''Game faces on! Jasper, try not to rub your chest on Edward too much.''

Edward felt Jasper's fingers tighten in irritation at Alice's words, almost bruising around the bony ridges of his hips, but Jasper didn't answer her.

''Camera's rolling, in 3-2-Action.''

Staring at the locker door, it took mere seconds for Edward to sink back into his role. Jasper moved against him; grinding. Maybe being told to keep his torso away was the reason that his hip moves were suddenly intensified. Whatever the reason, Jasper rolled his pelvis, pressing rhythmically into Edward.

It was soooo much like fucking…

Edward bit his lip, unable to stop from shifting into the motion. Soon they were dry-humping enthusiastically, trying to keep the sounds down. Edward was supposed to be unwilling. Fuck.

Then Jasper's hand moved around. It slid, palm flat against Edward's bare abs, moving in sweeping side-to-side motions. Edward's head lolled at the nearness of it and he tried to ignore the camera lens staring up between his feet.

Then Jasper's hand moved again, sweeping INTO his shortshorts and Edward heaved an unsteady breath to lock down the loud groan that wanted to escape. Jasper's fingers searched, impatient, trying to get Edward's dick free from the strangle mesh.

Fuck.

Edward curled his hands into fists and maybe banged the locker door a bit.

Fucking hell! So close, yet not… It was sooo frustrating!

Jasper was annoyed too; his movements were jerky and his other hand came around to help.

''Fuck.'' He grunted into Edward's shoulder. Finally the blond vampire managed to pry Edward's cock from its prison.

The relief was immense.

Instant.

Intense.

Intensemmant?

Actually, Edward's thoughts blurred so much from the pleasure they were closer to bhuikyhvasnbdvVaaahhh.

Rocking into Jasper's fist in time to the pumping motion of his hips, Edward was in heaven.

Well, almost.

Edward was dangerously close to pushing the red shortshorts down and impaling himself on Jasper.

He hadn't realized his eyes had closed until a voice near his ankles made him jump.

Fuck! Felix!

Edward had somehow managed to forget there was a cameraman on the floor between his legs!

''You should get the shorts out of the way, I can't get a proper shot.''

Without waiting for Alice's approval, Edward slid the shorts down and tried to rapidly step out of them.

Felix's suggestion had Edward's approval, that was for sure!

As Edward unfolded himself, Jasper's hands left Edward's cock, soon followed by the clink of his belt buckle.

There was a soft moan and Edward tried to peek under his arm to check out Jasper touching himself. At the same time, the shortshorts clung to his ankle and refused to let go.

Shaking his foot, Edward nearly kicked Felix upside the head. Squatting some more and widening his stance, he tried again and finally managed to rid himself of the pesky garment. Just as he straightened triumphantly, his shoulder connected with something solid that grunted.

Fuck, Jasper.

However, there was barely a pause in the stroking; barely a breath of air on his throbbing cock, before Edward had resumed position and bliss erased his mind at Jasper's hand-job.

Jasper pumped hard and fast, his hand making soft slipping noises. Edward puffed breath through his mouth, going limp against the lockers again. Fuck that felt good!

He could feel a blunt solidness nudging his ass. Damn; that was Jasper's cock! Just as Edward realized this, Jasper let go of one of his hips and suddenly the random contacts were deliberate drags.

Fuuuccckk!

Jasper watched his dick as he traced it on Edward's plump ass. He wanted to sink it between, so bad! Fuck, Edward had a fine ass!

Jasper's eyes narrowed to slits as he watched his swollen dick-head leave a shiny mark on Edward's skin.

''God, that'th thoooo hot.'' Jasper moaned.

What?

Jasper froze and tried again.

''What the fuck? Th th th th.''

Edward's foggy thoughts eventually caught on to the fact that Jasper had stopped moving and he was making weird Thomas-the-Train chugging noises.

''Jasper?'' Edward peeked under his arm.

Jasper was still holding his dick by the base, all glistening and swollen. Mmmmmm.

Concentrate.

Jasper was making a weird face, frowning. Not a cum face. Although the thought of Jasper cumming all over his ass… Edward shuddered.

''Jasper? Is everything okay?'' Edward asked breathlessly as Alice approached from the opposite side.

Jasper shook his head, no.

''What…?'' Alice began

Jasper shook his head to clear it a bit.

''It'th my tooth.'' He parted his lips and poked his tongue at his right plastic incisor. Edward swallowed a moan. Fuck, he wanted Jasper poking… somewhere… with that supple muscle.

''It'th lootthh. I think when Edward bumped me the tooth got hit. And now I can't thpeak right.'' He tried again experimentally.'' Th th th th. Nope. I can't thay the ethh thound at all.''

Edward started giggling then.

Alice looked annoyed.

Fuck.

''Where'th Angela?'' Jasper swung his head around, as if the make-up artist was hidden somewhere he couldn't see in the small room.

Alice looked even more pissed. ''Angela is off to the store to get some new sheets for the final scene. Someone got wax on the old set.''

''Oh.'' Jasper looked sheepish, absent-mindedly fiddling with his loose tooth.

Edward's giggles wouldn't stop. Thank God he was being ignored. There was probably an element of nerves and frustration finally letting loose that made the laughing fit grow. He pressed a hand to his mouth, trying to be quiet.

''Alith, what do we do then?'' Jasper looked to his director.

''Well, we can't do much for now. We resume the scene, but try to avoid S-words. Besides, you're going to be moaning and faking sex soon, so apart from ''Fuck that tight ass'' from Edward, there isn't much actual dialogue.''

They turned in unison towards Edward, who was collapsed against the lockers, both hands clapped to his mouth.

''Edward?'' Alice asked, freezingly.

''Ja-Jathper hath a listhp!'' He got out before dissolving into giggles.

''Thut up.'' Jasper's eyes sparkled though. ''It'th not funny.''

Edward didn't answer, shaking with laughter.

Finally he managed a loud ''Oh Atthpper! Thuck my hard penith!'' before melting into giggles again. Jasper laughed too then, and Alice cracked a smile though she mostly looked annoyed.

''Ha-Ha. Now, how about we change the position?'' Alice asked.

Jasper nodded, looking around the small room. ''Well there'th the benth here?''

Edward pushed himself away from the lockers, trying to ignore the humor still brewing.

He was going to have benth thex. With Jasper.

The words just wouldn't stay down though, and he innocently asked Alice; ''You want uth to have benth thex?

Before cracking up again.

Jasper stuck his tongue out at him.

''Edward, stop or I'll make you have floor sex.'' Alice menaced.

Edward glanced at Felix who was pushing himself upright, then at the doubtfully clean tiles.

''Ew, yuck, no. I might get toe fungus on my balls!''

''Well, thanks man.'' Felix snarked, running a hand through his short spiky blond hair.

Edward didn't really know what to say, the man HAD been lying on it...

Edward looked to Jasper, only to find him staring intently at the cameraman.

''Jazz?''

Jasper's face was neutral as he asked Felix ''You okay there?''

Felix frowned, and hefted the camera to his shoulder. Edward caught a twist of black moving with the wiry muscles; a tattoo of some sort, curling around his biceps. It made Edward want to lick all of it. ''Yeah man, why?''

''You're… packing thome heat there… Lookth fuckin uncomfortable.''

Edward's eyes swung to Felix's crotch. As did everyone else's in the room. The man was tenting his lightwash jeans, a sizable bulge obvious. Felix shifted his feet, not looking really bothered.

He shrugged. ''It happens. One of the perks of the job. Take it as a compliment. You two are fucking hot together, you spark off each other; I can practically see the chemistry.''

Alice interrupted.

''Right, now we're done admiring Felix's boner, can we get back to filming… please?''

Don't panic! The rest of this is up already!

Grab a cold shower and a drink of water, and get to it!