AN: I want to thank everyone for coming back after reading my first chapter and giving it a chance. I know that it is different, but there are too many other great Jas/Ed fic's out there right now, from very amazing authors, to make one of my own that would be compared to such talent. So I will stick to my own little porn world, and hopefully you will all join me for some fun. I want to remind you that this is not all smut, there will be a plot once the setting has been solidified, but of course, there will still be lemons aplenty.

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Chapter 2 - EPOV

Huh?

The flight attendant stands over me, jabbering non-stop. I waylay him by holding out my hand and smirking. His mouth snaps shut instantly. I don't know from which of my actions he is silenced, since he is now blushing quite profusely.

I make a show of taking out my earbuds, as I watch his blush deepen into a deep red hue. "It's okay, no one can ever tell that I have them on. Hairs too long." I say as I put my hands through the unruly mass of hair that never manages to stay down.

I didn't think it was possible, but his face turns almost purple now. Is he breathing?

"Did you need something?" I ask politely, when he continues to gawk.

"I was…just wondering if you needed…umm, anything else to drink or some more peanuts…or something." He stammers out.

"No, I'm good." I smile. I feel like adding "just like I told the other flight attendant that came around about ten minutes ago." But I suppress the urge to tease the already flustered attendant.

"Okay, umm…my name is Sebastian. Just call me if you need anything at all. Anything." He stresses the last word. The insinuation is not missed.

"Thank you, I'll remember that…Sebastian." When he turns in the aisle, I stare at his ass. Cute… not really my type though. I smile huge at that. Not my type? Is there such a thing? I like all types. I am not real picky when it came to screwing. I just like to fuck. Not that I couldn't be selective if I wanted, it's just that I like to try different things…with different people.

I love big daddies, hairy, baldies, emo's, twinks, nerds, preppies, burn outs. I love tattoos, piercings, clear flawless skin, and big dicks. I love black, white and anything in between. Age doesn't matter; I will do 'em, young and old.

No, Sebastian is definitely my type, but he just doesn't hold enough sex appeal or attraction that will make it worth the effort.

The one type I don't like - girls. I don't like squishy tits and smelly pussies. I had been with a girl once and barely made it through the ordeal.

The thing is that I am a kinky bastard. I will try anything once, and most things I have tried I wouldn't mind repeating. I like bondage, toys, beads, spanking, watching others, people watching me, role playing…the list went on and on.

A girl just had been another new thing for me, and one I definitely never planned on repeating again.

I am considered a "bottom" in the gay community, but I am not strict. I've topped on more than one occasion and enjoyed it thoroughly. I just prefer to have a big cock nestled against my prostate, fucking me into oblivion…and the harder, the better.

One thing I didn't do is bareback, which is the only thing that concerned me during the negotiations on this movie deal. I was promised that a condom would be used at all times. I am aware of how much of a detriment that is against me in the world of pornography. Barebacking, is all the rage now. There are websites specifically dedicated to this particular brand of sex, specializing in highlighting idiots who like to play chicken with their lives.

Unfortunately, I have known too many people in my short life that paid the ultimate price as a result of this latest fad, and I am not willing to go down that road. Thankfully, they were willing to accept me with my only stipulation. It's not that I wouldn't mind condomless sex, but it would have to wait until I find the right guy, and I doubt that I will be finding that certain someone any time soon, especially considering the way my life is suddenly heading, and my new career path.

Porn. I've done a lot, but none for the whole world to view. I am not scared. I am fucking thrilled. I can't imagine a more ideal passage for my life. Having sex and being paid for it…it is just too good to be true. I am waiting for someone to jump in front of me and tell me I've been punked.

Guaranteeing me safe sex is what sealed the deal. Accepting the job has never been so much about the money. It is all about the high. There isn't as much money as people would think to be made in gay porn, at least for starting actors, like me.

Jasper Whitlock isn't a starter.

Once I found out who would be fucking me I went on-line to see if I could be attracted to him. If I could? What a fucking joke…the real question is…could I not be attracted? I know I am no slouch, I know men find me extremely desirable. But Jasper Whitlock…there is just no comparison.

Jasper is a twink's wet dream.

He has blond spiral curls that flow over and around his face. He has sky blue eyes that light up his entire face. His lips are perfect, shapely and supple. I love to kiss, so I can't wait to have my lips molded against them. I also can't wait to see how those lips look and feel encasing my dick. The thought produces a shiver that runs rabid through me, as I gaze at the image on the computer screen in front of me.

I had settled on a chaste picture of him, choosing one of him fully clothed since I have a young woman and her child seated next to me. The picture is from about a year ago, but according to his latest film he hasn't changed much. If anything he looks even hotter than this older image of him. He's grown a little more stubble now than what this picture shows, his chest a little fuller, which only makes him appear even manlier. Yes, Jasper Whitlock is all male…just like me. I am not a sissy fag, and I don't appreciate guys that are. Kinda like my buddy Sebastian over there. I look up into the aisle and see that he is staring at me, without shame. When he catches my eye, he looks at me expectantly. I ignore the silent request, and look back down at Jasper.

In the photo he is wearing a simple black and white Led Zeppelin t-shirt and dark jeans, sitting backward on a wooden chair. His knees are spread to accommodate the back of the chair, the four rungs that fasten from base to top of the back reveal, and at the same time, hide portions of his wide chest. His arms are folded on the top of the chair, while his chin rests on his forearms. He has a smirk on his face and a shine in his eyes. He looks…content.

I don't need a picture of Jasper to help conjure images of him nude. He isn't that easy to forget once you have laid your eyes on his physique. He has width to his chest and shoulders, but he isn't too beefy. He has just the right amount of muscle. His thighs and calves are thin but beautifully formed, and much to my surprise and extreme pleasure I found that he has soft, young looking feet. I had stared long and hard at his toes. Even though I have been with scores of men it was rare to find any that had feet that weren't hard on the eyes. I do have a strange obsession for nice feet, and even though I know it isn't in the script I visualize what it would be like to give Jasper Whitlock an orgasm just by sucking on his sweet toes, while he strokes his fat, hard cock.

Jasper has a long, thick dick and he knows how to use it. Watching him fuck is mesmerizing. I had sat hypnotized watching all his muscles move in sync with his rhythms, watching his dick twitch when he is close to his climax, and watching as his body and face flex as his pearly liquid covers the guy lucky enough to be underneath him.

I had studied what footage that I could find regarding the star of Love at First Sight. He will be pleased with my research. I was able to find a few things that it seemed like he enjoyed having done to him, and even though this is just a job I plan on rocking Jasper's world.

Tomorrow the wait will be over. I will finally know what it is like to be with him. I cover up a groan with a cough, conspicuously adjusting the massive boner that awakened in my jeans.

I look back at Sebastian weighing my available options. The war between, taking care of myself, waiting it out, or asking Sebastian for a small favor battles in my head. In the end, it is a close one, with one winning out slightly over the other, because well, waiting it out had never had been really been a consideration.

I incline my head toward Sebastian giving him the silent signal to meet me at the back toilet. It is fairly obvious that Sebastian is also a bottom, so my chance at falling into the "mile high club" will have to wait for another time. This time it would just be about alternating blowjobs, which I am perfectly fine with. I have plenty of years to get someone up in the air that I can truly enjoy, maybe even one I will remember. I have fucked so many times, with so many people; I can barely remember one encounter without pieces of other instances interfering with my memory.

There are a few guys that I have had relationships with and, of course, remembered the details of those occasions. It was easy to recollect those images without others interrupting, because when I am in a relationship I am completely monogamous. I will never cheat or stray on my partner once a commitment has been established. A relationship does not encourage me to walk around blind though. I definitely look around, and appreciate the view of the available meat that was out on display, but I would never go home with anyone else.

The few relationships that I once had only lasted, at most, a couple of months before we broke it off amicably. I don't avoid relationships, I just don't go looking for them, and I would never enter into one lightly, seeing as I know what I will be giving up.

Which reminds me…I have a hard-on to get rid of.

I stroll toward the back of the plane where Sebastian stands in waiting. Sometimes this is just too fucking easy. Where is the challenge in this? The guy is already panting and I haven't even touched him yet. I sigh internally, losing some of my motivation. Hopefully, this guy can hammer out a quick hummer, and I will be back in my seat, taking a nap, in ten.

Once we get into the bathroom I opt to get the balls rolling myself. I take the lead, shoving him against the wall, while going right for the button of his black dress pants, releasing it and lowering his zipper. My mouth seeks his immediately. His lips are pliant, almost too much so. There is no shaping of the thin pink skin, making the kiss sloppy and unappetizing. My lips mashed against his instead of molding to them.

In the hopes of not spoiling this less than memorable experience any further, I travel down to his neck, nipping along the tender skin of his jugular, and sucking on his lobe, as I palm his dick through his little boy panties. Oh, and I do love cute undies. Immediately dropping to my knees to get a better look I grimace at the color… pink.

For godsakes.

I massage him over the cotton, shaping his cock through the "I just want to remind you I am gay" colored material, pre-cum soaking a little spot at the tip. It doesn't take long for me to realize that I have a noisy one here. His moans vibrate the already shaky room. Goddamn, it feels like they are echoing. I just know that every passenger on this goddamn plane is going to be staring at us when we leave this literal shithole.

"Look Sebastian, you are going to have to shut the fuck up if you want me to finish this." I admonish. I look up at him to see that he has placed both of his hands over his mouth. It is almost laughable.

"Can you be quiet?" I say softer…nicer. He doesn't remove his hands; instead choosing to nodhis head vigorously in response.

As I pull his panties down just enough to free his straining erection, I catch a strong whiff of what suspiciously smells like Drakkar and sweat…ugh.

Good hygiene isn't always a necessity, but damn, it is pretty fucking important. His half-hearted attempt at cleanliness left me wanting, to say the least. Thank god he is groomed. I'm not sure that if he had gone full bush I would be able to play this out.

I lick the salty liquid at the tip of his thin but long cock. I don't waste time sucking him in fully, while I swirl my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I reach below to grasp his balls into my hand, gently rolling them around my fingertips.

Briefly I think that this could be a really good time to practice my technique for my upcoming debut in front of the camera, but decide against it after I have Sebastian fully in my mouth, with that glaring aroma filling my nostrils. At this point, I just want to get him off and get the hell out of here. I am not interested anymore, but I am not a tease either. So I take him deep, swallowing around him. In no time at all he twitches and blows inside my mouth. I gulp down his release and suck him once to swallow any remaining juices left behind. I pull his pants up and stand in one swift motion. I'm about to thank Sebastian for nothing when he quickly drops to his knees in front of me. I attempt to pull away as he yanks clumsily at my belt, but we are in a five by five cell that seems to be shrinking every other second, which doesn't allow me to find the additional real estate that I desire.

"Man, I am totally cool. This isn't necessary." I beseech.

He looks up with worry etched in every line of his face. "You won't let me return the favor?" I look down in his hopeful face, not even remembering why the hell I invited him in here in the first place. Thoughts of Jasper are long gone as I stare at Sebastian. "You won't be sorry." He promises.

He receives my silence as acquiesce, and rips down my pants, anxious to get to my member. He finally manages to free my flaccid cock from my denim and Gap briefs. He looks at my junk, slightly disappointed that I am not ready for him. With a look of resolve he takes my softened dick in his mouth and sucks hard and fast, licking my balls on the down strokes.

Damn, I have to admit that he is good at this.

"Oh fuck yeah." I whisper, as I finally feel my dick start to harden. I try to weave my hands though his limp blond hair, but it's too thin, so I just settle for grasping onto his head. I slowly move my hips in and out of his mouth in a fluid motion. I roll my hips while I thrust, gaining more pleasure from the minute undulation. He stops moving and hollows his cheeks, allowing me to fuck his mouth superbly. I watch my dick thrusting in and out, enjoying the sensations of getting pretty decent fellatio. I close my eyes and let my head lull back, drowning in the feelings from the burning and tightening in my lower abdomen.

The picture behind my eyelids is that of a different story than what is actually taking place now. I envision myself lying on a strange bed with Jasper bending over me, wrapping his pretty mouth around my throbbing cock, looking at me with those gorgeous baby blues. Holy hell.

Since I made the deal to be in this movie with Jasper I only allowed myself to fantasize about him a couple of times, and that was in the very beginning. The reason I had to stop is that the idea of being with him got me off way too fast, and I liked to savor the act. The few times I visualized Jasper and I engaged in any sexual position I shot my load hard and embarrassingly fast. This time will be no fucking exception as my body jerks and I empty into his mouth without warning. He takes his time cleaning me up, laving it with his tongue repeatedly. Watching him do that makes my erection instantly diminish.

Deciding that his ministrations are taking way too long, I bend to pull up my own pants. "Well…thanks for all that. You were right. You were really good." I mumble, unsure that my statement is actually accurate. I don't think I was sex-aggerating, but I really can't remember anything he had done after I had let Jasper consume my mind. It could have been a chick with plastic double D's sucking me off, and the result would have been the same.

I believe he probably really did give good head, but after it is all said and done I wish I would have just beat it myself and saved us both the awkwardness that always ensues after a scene like this.

He gazes at me intently waiting for me to say more. I finish fastening my belt and turn to the door. His smug smile left his face, and he looks confused. "Do you want to exchange numbers or something? I do have a layover…"

"Sorry, I'm busy." I say curtly.

"Well, maybe some other time…"

"Sorry, I'm busy." I repeat. I sigh. "Look, it was fun, but that's it. I am starting a new career and I don't need any…complications right now, and that includes any type of relationship." I give him a quick peck on the lips in consolation, and head out the door before he can offer an argument.

When I walk out, I look around warily. I peruse the passengers, and see that it doesn't appear that anyone had noticed…well, accept for that guy, I note as my eyes fall upon a male that is sitting next to the room I had just occupied. He looks at me disgustedly, so I make a show of licking the tips of my fingers languorously while winking at him. He quickly looks away with a blush on his face.

I quietly make it back to my seat and see that the little girl I am sitting next to has fallen asleep, and I am assuming her mother, has her face buried in a magazine. She doesn't even look up as I regain my seat and fasten my seatbelt. I open back up my laptop and stare at the picture of Jasper for an unknown number of minutes before I pass out from my post-orgasmic haze.

^*^

Is this how many people were going to be watching me fuck?

I walk around the noisy movie set as a large number of people stride in and out of the crowded studio. I look around to see a bed with well over five cameras pointing directly at it. Two of them angled from the ceiling.

Wow.

I am jostled from behind before someone mumbles a quick apology and keeps moving. I quickly glance to see who it is. The boy's attention is diverted elsewhere, not watching where he is walking himself.

Emmett McCarty. One of the co-stars of this production. I have seen him previously, and that boy could fuck. I know that I won't be getting a piece of him on set, but maybe afterward we can get together…

"Edward! There you are!" I recognize Felix, from the negotiations, approaching me. "How was your flight?" He says grabbing my hand in a healthy handshake.

"It was…interesting." I say with my famous crooked grin.

He smiles knowingly. "Well, it's a little bit of a trek from Chicago, so I am glad that you were able to make the flight…bearable." He says with his own smirk. He pats me on the shoulder as he leads me away. 'Well, c'mon…let me show you around and introduce you."

I walk with him blindly, adrenaline starting to course through me.

He is here...somewhere.

Felix shows me where I can find my "dressing room", which is mainly just a closet with a mirror and chair in it. We go over the series of sets, and what will be expected of me. He introduces me to everyone that we pass in our wake. He introduces me to the director, Tanya who I have heard many accolades about.

These two have made a name for themselves in the industry for not only being fantastic at what they do, but being great to work for, which from what I understand is a hard thing to find in this business. Most of the executive staff treat the actors like scum, but from all that I had found these two are ideal bosses.

There are rumors that the two of them are a couple, but I don't know for sure and didn't feel comfortable asking at this point, so I just watch their interaction silently. I glance around as they discuss lighting for tomorrow's session.

That is when I spot him. He is seated on a cushioned bay window, staring blankly outside. He appears to be deep in thought as he leans back against the wall, with one leg dangling off of the side of the seat. The other one is bent on the cushion, with his arm propped up on it loosely. The sunlight shines through, spotlighting him. He looks too fucking ethereal to be human.

The rays from the sun slices through his golden curls, making them look soft and supple. His eyes shut briefly soaking it up, and I can feel the heat radiate off of his body from across the room. I want to be wrapped up in that. I want to be lying on that cushion, across his chest. I want to stare out the window with him, content on just lying there…

I am slightly shaken. I don't know where these thoughts of him are coming from. These aren't sexual feelings…hell yes, the attraction was there in bucket loads, but what I had been just feeling was deeper than that. I attempt to rid myself of these ridiculous thoughts. Jesus Christ, I haven't even spoken to the guy yet.

As if reading my mind, I hear Tanya calling after the godly creature. "Jas, come here and meet Edward."

His head snaps in my direction and pierces me with those beautiful eyes. He starts to get up, but hesitates. He breaks our eye contact, looking out the window once more before he gets up and saunters over. His eyes flicker to me but remain steady on the two other people accompanying me.

When he stands before me, it takes all my fucking control not to wrap my arms around him. What. The. Fuck.

I am going to make a royal ass out of myself if I don't gather my shit together.

He watches Tanya intently, waiting for the introduction. Why doesn't he look at me? Is he displeased? Everyone I had ever met said that I looked even better in person. What is wrong?

"Jas, I am sure you recognize Edward, right?"

Look at me.

Finally, his eyes meet mine and I can't be mistaken by what I see, his darkened eyes are hot and restrained…fucking restrained.

He wants me too.

The revelation shoots pure heat right through me, incapacitating me momentarily.

He lets out a deep breath that he must have been holding. He extends his hand. "Hey, I am Jasper. It's nice to meet you." His voice is level and monotone, withholding all emotion, attempting to create a facade of cool indifference that does not fool me.

Tanya snickers and looks at Felix with her eyebrows raised. Apparently not fooling them either.

Felix sighs audibly. "Well, let's see if you guys are going to have any chemistry."

I only allow myself to think for a split second. I didn't want there to be any hesitation. I want to feel worthy of this chance that they had taken on me, but mostly I want, no I need, to impress Jasper, and I refuse to examine why that is.

I walk the two steps that it takes to come chest to chest with him. On a complete side note, I am happy to see that we are almost identical in height, but right now all I want to think about is that I am finally going to have my lips on that sweet fucking mouth of his. I don't waste any time fulfilling that dream. My lips meet his in a fiery kiss. He responds immediately by bringing his hand up, and diving it roughly into my hair as the kiss turns too fucking hot, too fucking fast. Our lips open and tongues explore the strange and new terrain. The sensors on my tongue speed into overdrive as I taste Jasper's delicious nectar for the first time.

I vaguely hear Felix say, "Yeah, yeah, you were right."

Tanya laughs happily as I continue to devour his mouth, putting more into that kiss than I ever intended or thought was possible.

AN: Thanks again for reading! Please let me know what you think so far. Are you liking E or J better?