Chapter 2 – the aftermath

A/N: Huge thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited...

Originally I didn't intend to write a follow up, aftermath chapter. Was gonna be nasty and leave y'all hangin'. However, several requests...nee...demands (lol) for more, I succumbed. So this chapter is dedicated to all you lovely people who kicked my ass and shouted, "MORE."

Well, y'all got more; more nookie, more Jasper...and an even flakier story line. Don't like m/m coitus, don't read. This chapter is most definitely an M rating.

Disclaimer: All characters have been borrowed and played with. Sadly at the end of the day, I must return them to their original packaging. I do not own any of them.

Once again, this has not been beta'd. All mistakes are mine.


Before the awards ceremony was over, my friend Tony, texted me, with:-

Twitter and youtube have crashed.

Our lip action had gone worldwide.

Leaving - paparazzi were everywhere, screaming questions. Jacob, Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper and I, got into the same car. We were staying at the same hotel anyway. We were advised not to say a word to anyone. It was sound a recommendation.

Unfortunately, the vigilance of the press also ensured, ten degrees of separation between Jasper and me. Despite being unable to keep our hands to ourselves in the Limousine, we all had to go our separate ways, on entering the hotel.

I spent the night alone with my fantasies.

The aftermath of the awards evening was...interesting. Due to the timing of the event, most of the acceptance performance had to be bleeped out, or cut from transmission. Having said that, in true human style - where there was a will, there was a way.

The following day, the papers were full of pictures, with headlines of:

'AWARDS KISSATHON GOES VIRAL'

'IS EDWARD MASEN GAY?'

'MORE THAN BROTHERS'

'ALL MALE ORGY'

'THE ULTIMATE, FUCK YOU, BELLA'

'THE KISS THAT DOWNED A NETWORK'

Fans of the trilogy were of mixed opinion. Believers, non-believers, unnamed sources, so called friends of... all had a view on the matter. Some of them supported Bella. The majority didn't.

The studio wasn't exactly happy. Bella, and the rest of us, were reprimanded. Bella could no longer be trusted to hold to a contract; in Hollywood, it was like the kiss of death. Fortunately, the situation surrounding me could be worked.

One thing was for sure. Jake's genius completely separated me from Bella, in every way possible. For that, I was truly thankful.

After several talks with parents, friends, and agents, we all agreed, the time seemed right for me to 'come out of the closet'.

Once 'out', offers came flooding in. Ironically, they were from leading ladies, requesting to play beside me. Apparently there was a double attraction.

Some, wanted to convince me, female was the best companion for a male. Yeah, that plan, wasn't gonna work. Others simply felt safer doing a sex scene with a guy, they knew wouldn't get hard at having a naked woman before them. No awkward boner moments.

Jasper and I tried to see each other, but the Hollywood juggernaut, kept us separate.

Did they not see what happened between Jasper and me on stage?

Did they see it as part of an act? Or, didn't they want to believe their eyes?

It was really pissing us off. Whenever, I was in a State or country, Jasper was not. The studio's and papers, were so busy speculating on who they thought I should date; they forgot to ask me. Maybe they saw more money in conjecture, than, a guy that, for all intents and purposes, was already taken. I guess gay couples didn't garner as much money as Het ones.

Six months of jerking off to a beautiful man, on the other end of a Skype screen was all we had. Phone sex and toys only sufficed for so long. Sexual frustration just didn't cover what we were going through. It was getting to the stage, where, the mere mention of the name, Jasper Hale, almost made me cream my pants.

The only positive about Skyping, was... it allowed us to talk. It was great and all. We knew we were mentally compatible; except, I wanted to crawl through the screen and ride his lap. I didn't want to make love to his brain, I wanted to fuck and be fucked till I couldn't walk or sit for a week. I wanted to crawl inside his body and make him mine. I wanted my dick up his ass and my tongue down his throat so far, the two met.

I thanked the Gods, the day I signed up to a film called, DiverCity. There had been some initial casting problems, so the Director, Mr. Beaverwyke, asked me, if I had any ideas. Naturally I suggested Jasper.

My character, Eric, was a financial genius. Said brain power, kept him sheltered from outside experiences for the majority of his life. By the time he became top dog in his bubble of a Universe, he had developed certain OCD tendencies. He mixed them into his daily life, with an unhealthy dose of world and individual analysis. He wanted to experience everything, on his terms. This often meant in the back of his Limousine.

The role was a huge step away from the loveable romantic, boy, every girl wanted to take home to Mama.

When casting was complete, and schedule agreed; two familiar names were on the credits – Carlisle Cullen and Jasper Hale. Carlisle was playing a business man, wanting funding for a future project. Jasper was cast as my body guard. His role ensured he was in a lot of my scenes.

During rehearsals, Jasper and I had our fun. In the day time, we sat in the conference room with all the other characters, going through our lines. Our evenings were totally the opposite.

Night time was spent living up to our promises to each other. Sex... sorry, six months of pent up frustration was unleashed. No surface went un-fucked. Our first encounters were, hard, fast and brutal. It was a good job we both packed a lifetimes supply of condom's and extra large bottles of lube.

With the game Hollywood was playing, and the frustration it created, we didn't care who heard us, or their theories on our relationship. We simply looked forward to eight weeks of being together, on and off set. Then there were the promotional tours.

When I first sank into Jasper, I lasted three strokes before embarrassingly exploding. I felt like a virgin with premature ejaculation problems. Jasper not lasting much longer, made me feel slightly better. Four encounters later, I was plundering my man like a jack hammer, while kissing him silly.

The bed was having a hard time keeping up with us. At one point we checked the joints to make sure it wasn't on the verge of collapsing. Using the driver attachment on my Leatherman, we tightened a few screws, just to be on the safe side.

Over the following days, we christened the wall (several times), the floor a couple of times; the desk – oh God, the desk – reading lines will never be the same. To hold Jasper, as he pumped into me, while reading his, tacked to the wall, script, gave me a new perspective on learning techniques.

The shower was in constant use, not just for its cleaning capabilities.

Every night we slept in each other's arms, blissfully, used, abused, and totally sated.

Having Carlisle on set was fantastic. The film's dialogue was brilliantly insane, and delivered in such a serious way, it made the characters seem psychotic. As Carlisle was diversifying into directing, he was allowed to spend more time on set than originally planned. It didn't take him long to become Mr. B's right hand man. His brand of humor brought everyone back to sanity, and his practical jokes helped keep the atmosphere light.

The movie set gave him a new audience for his pranks. He switched trailer names, doctored any drink within his reach (chilli was a favorite), and supplied thongs as part of the male wardrobe. On one occasion, he appeared on set, sporting a bunny onesie and rollerblades.

It was weird delivering dialogue, with a set of Bugsy ears behind a monitor.

For all his stupidity, whenever he was in charge of an area of the movie; he got the best out of his actors. He made a huge difference in one particular scene of mine.

It was during a particularly embarrassing exchange. The businessman played by Carlisle, was supposed to seduce me while I was in the process of having a prostate examination. The doctor's check up was part of my character's OCD tendencies – nothing interrupted it. I had never faked anything like it before. I messed up take after take. The Mr. B was getting frustrated. The shots where the old doctor, completed my body scans were in the can; but, as soon as I moved into position for the internal exam, I froze.

Carlisle got out of the car, and took the Director into a corner. Ten minutes later, a runner was sent out to props and wardrobe, and a closed set was announced. The only people allowed in the room with me were, Carlisle, Mr. B, and Jasper.

When Carlisle explained his idea, I couldn't believe my ears. I was given the robe and told to strip. Then, I knew he was serious. Holy hell, the things an actor had to do for his craft. On entering the Limo, I nervously leaned over a leather cushioned barrier and a curtain was suspended. Then my black gown was removed from my top half. It was like I was part of an R Rated, magic act, with my body was split in two. I felt vulnerable, exposed and completely at the mercy of those around me. It was a good job I trusted them.

Mr. B held the camera, and focussed it on the interaction between Carlisle and myself. Jasper settled in the other half of the car, behind me. Jasper was on his own, with my ass. He could not see anyone else and we couldn't see him.

There was only going to be one take. No matter what happened, the camera was to keep rolling, until cut was announced.

I braced my arms on the side of the car.

Carlisle said, "Jasper is going to go slow, so we have a lot of time. Try to remember your lines, if not, I'll prompt you. Work with me. Jasper knows what I'm going to do. Doctor Jay has got ur' ass, literally."

Carlisle's attempt at humor was appreciated; even if it didn't do much for my tension. I had to school my face, to become a stoic genius.

The moment 'Action' was announced, Carlisle sank into his role of businessman and seducer.

He delivered the technical aspects of his business plan as though it was any other day at the office. Meanwhile, Jasper's hands were circling my rear. I shuddered with controlled delight at the contact. Not being able to express my desire was torture. When Carlisle reached the investment sentence, Jasper inserted a digit and started to actually massage my prostate.

The look on my fact must have been right.

"Perfect, go with it," Carlisle encouraged.

I closed my eyes, to gain some control. When I opened them, to delivery my words, Carlisle was skimming his lips up my neck.

I was caught between script and lust. Carlisle was doing everything to keep my brain focussed on the scene, while, Jasper... was not. I suppose, Mr. B wanted an authentic reaction to the conflict between business and distraction.

I delivered my line, in a very strained tone.

Every time Carlisle had to speak, he looked into my eyes, and kept me on track with the script.

OH GOD JASPER'S FINGERS.

It was taking every ounce of self control. I gritted my teeth and held my breath, stuttering my dialogue. All the time I wanted to howl with pleasure.

The moment Carlisle's character kissed me full on the lips, Jasper's tongue worked in unison with his fingers.

OMFG

Eric was supposed to reject Carlisle's advances; but, with what Jasper was doing to my ass, I had to kiss something for diversion, or I'd come while on camera... and that would not be quiet. I locked my lips with Carlisle's, and plundered his mouth, exhaling small, grunts of pleasure at what Jasper was doing, until my brain was able to gain control.

Breathlessly separating, Carlisle whispered, "You're doing brilliant, relax, not much longer."

I took a shaky gasp and dug in to my scene. All the time, Jasper's fingers were sending waves of pleasure through me.

The moment, 'Cut' was announced, the camera disappeared.

Carlisle commanded, "Finish him Jasper."

There was a momentary shift behind the curtain.

I was too far gone to change position. Carlisle held me while Jasper's hot wet mouth engulfed my length. His tongue fluttered around my girth quicker than a humming bird. His long fingers pumped inside me, while his other hand squeezed my balls. A few hard sucks later, I was done for.

I collapsed with exhaustion into Carlisle, and started to shake. Embarrassment, relief, I wasn't sure what it was? With a few words to Jasper, the barriers separating the car were removed. Jasper wrapped me in a blanket. Carlisle got out of the car and closed the door with, "That's a wrap for today. Bring the keys over when you wake."

Jasper snuggled in behind me, and we fell asleep.

With the prostate scene over, and a few days actual sleep with Jasper, I felt capable of doing anything.

Filming went well. The talkies only took a few takes from differing angles. After everything else, the scene where a female arts dealer bounced around in my lap, felt like Childs play.

The Director - wanting to keep the equilibrium between the sexes, determined, my next big sex scene was with my secondary bodyguard, a woman. It added the socially acceptable element to the story. It was supposed to be very hot and steamy, taking the intended rating to its extreme.

Due to nudity, the set was closed on the day. Being gay, I had no problem being in a room with a naked woman. We got it in one take. There were two reasons why we nailed it. The first was, I really didn't want to do it twice. The second was the inspiration and practice I had, rehearsing with Jasper.

In our room, as I lay on my back, I got to watch Jasper's beautiful face as he sank down onto me. The look of, slack jawed, pure satisfaction as he circled his hips, grinding into my groin... was magnificent. I felt every silky wall of his insides. Arching my back, I pushed up, further into him, before returning to the bed and repeating the action again.

My hands had to touch him. They caressed his chest and pinched his nipples, to his gasped delight. I rose to meet his lips, then, pulled him down with me. He held my hands above my head, as he massaged my mouth with his. I tried desperately to gain friction within him; I wanted to be in deep. Freeing my hands, I pulled his cheeks apart, and pushed him onto me – hard. It was almost painful.

Sitting, he rode me again. I thrust two fingers into his mouth. He sucked them. As I took his bottom lip into mine, I slipped a finger into him to accompany my length. He pulled my hair, growled and thrust his long luscious tongue down my throat.

Sinking back to the mattress, I rolled us over. I was almost at the point of no return. Holding Jasper's legs, I watched as our bodies joined; the sight was mesmerizingly beautiful.

Jasper pulled me to him and spoke the words I would forever remember.

"I love you."

OH GOD

We kissed like it was our last meal on earth. With an arm around his shoulders, and another around his hips, my thrusts snapped into action.

Amid swallowed, grunts of ecstasy, we came together.

I knew then...we would love together, and stay together. Whatever Hollywood had to throw at us, Jasper and I were of one mind and one body. Nothing would separate us.

Definitely The End


A/N – I guess I could have carried on, with the movie follow up. However, that would have taken me into the realms of mini story. Didn't want to do that.