A/N: Featuring Maeve from the show "Sex education"

"Take one guys. We can do repeats. No pressure, okay...action!" Maeve said as the camera's starting rolling.

He rubs his hand down Brett's chest, five times in circular motions, before lifting his shirt. They've practised this. Talked about what they would or wouldn't allow. He kisses his chest after gulping. He hated saliva, while the fans liked it] He unzips the taller guy's jeans, scooting out of the way so that the camera could capture Brett's erection through his shorts. The camera zooms in. They stick to the scripts.

"Doctor, I've got a aching pain in my dick, maybe you can help me out" Brett asks.

"Judging by the swelling, it's seems we have a huge problem here"

"Just how you like it right?" Brett asks nudging his hips into Mason's face.

"And Cut! That was great boys! Get changed, we're done for today!" Maeve grins and she looks at her photos.

They change seperately. Mason immediately texts his boyfriend Scott, telling him how much his missed him. It makes the guilt fade-somehow. He's dressed and checking that he's got everything on his bag, when he hears the knock. "Come in!"

"Hey partner!" Brett smiles leaning against the door, hair freshly done and designer jeans buckled. He looked a like a Trillion dollars. "Good shoot today"

"Yeah, I had cheese and onion rolls for lunch. Let's just be glad I didn't have to blow you" He laughs.

"I've got time to kill before my next modelling gig, wanna get a quick drink?" He asked.

"Sure!" He had to get to work,but he could spare one drink. And it was fun, walking into a sandwich shop with a professional model by his side. The waitresses were nicer. The customer service was better and they were seated in a warm spot. "Brett I'm sure you hear this all the time, but...what the hell is a hottie like you, doing in porn?" Mason whispers the last word, like it's the plague, as they take their sandwiches.

"I Just wanted to try it. The money's good and me and Maeve go back a long way" He replies as they sit down.

"I don't want to pry, but I will, is she your ex?"

"No, a friend of my sister. My girl doesn't know about this obviously. With Maeve she's a cool professional. I can't tell you how many directors just hire you to perv on you, you know?" Brett nods a thanks as their drinks gets put down.

"Look at the state of me man. I can't relate!"

"Sure you can, you're an unassuming cutie" The were teases.

"Oh stop!" Mason chuckles. The were wasn't the dude that he looked like. Sure, he put on an arrogant façade, but he was nice, polite, even slightly shy. He wouldn't mind working with him again.

Hewitt goes to his regular job, working for a local beacon hills newspaper. It's a couple of hours over-time, it's done without a fuss and Lori, Brett's sister, makes the time go quickly. When he gets home his perfect boyfriend is making home-made ham, broccoli and potato pies.

"Potato?"

"Don't knock it until you've tried it...how was work?" Scott asks chucking oven gloves at him.

"Boring as usual. I want to work on a huge story Scott, one day I wanna unearth a larger than life scandal!"

"You'll get that big break soon...you smell...weird?" Scott rolls up his sleeves, walks over and hugs him gently. Mason quietly has a heart attack. The good thing is, he's showered and has been to so many places that his guy would never know what his real morning job is. He'd never guess where his hands have been, how many guys he's made out with...

"You've had...a corned beef, cheese, and tomato panini" He asks.

"YES! Yes yep...I have! Your sense of smell is sooooooo intense!" Mason grins as he helps his boyfriend cook, and survives another day.