AN: This is the chapter that kept on going. Chapter's will hopefully not be this long in the future.
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Chapter 3 – JPOV
Holy fuck!
He tastes so fucking delicious.
"Okay you two, break it up." Felix says, exasperated.
It takes everything I have to pull away from him. I avoid eye contact and keep my gaze fixed on Love at First Sight's two executives. Tanya has her arms crossed with a satisfied smirk on her face. However, Felix looks slightly…disturbed.
I know what has him looking so distraught. Our faces are probably red, our lips are probably swollen, and I'd venture to guess that he can tell our hearts are beating wildly, based on the evidence of us panting like dogs in heat.
Felix stares, before his eyes flicker down on me, and then on Edward. "Well, Jesus fucking Christ Tan, they're going to cum as soon as the scene fucking starts." I know there is no use in attempting to hide my erection, and apparently, bedhead over here has the same problem in his pants.
I glance over at Edward to see that his cheeks indeed have a pink tint to them, his lips are swollen, and that beautiful mess of thick, soft hair is scattered in wonderful disarray. His hair looks like autumn. Autumn brings with it hues of red, orange, and brown. All of which you can find in Edward's hair. It is nice to finally have that mystery solved.
His eyes flicker to mine, intending on just a simple glimpse, but when he catches me looking at him he turns those green gems on me, staring straight through me. I would give anything at this moment to know what he is thinking.
It is obvious that he is attracted to me, but it doesn't look like that is all those emerald's are trying to say. It takes all of about three seconds for him to level me with that crooked grin that he shows off for the camera, and like everything else about Edward Cullen, it is even more dazzling in real life.
He looks every bit of the model that he is…perfection.
"For fucksakes already,Tan?" Felix says bewildered watching us stare at each other, looking to Tanya for some assistance.
She giggles. "Okay boys, you do realize that your session has got to last at least fifteen minutes and we are going to need at least four different positions…right?"
He breaks eye contact first, looking interestingly at Tanya. This is his first time doing this; of course he needs to know the drill. I tear my gaze away from him, and stare at my feet trying to regain control over my bodily reactions…and if I am honest, my emotional reaction, as well.
Tanya relays tomorrow's events to Edward as I dwell on my startling reaction to seeing Edward across the room for the first time. I had been waiting impatiently all day for him to arrive so I could get a better look at him, when I heard Tanya say his name my head had whipped around to find the person unknowingly responsible for my discontent all day. I think my heart stopped when I first saw him. I had to find some control before I made a fool of myself. It took every bit of effort not to pounce on him, and the closer I got, the harder the task became. I felt my control slipping. Felix was heaven sent when he had asked about the chemistry, allowing me to taste Edward as my body had been begging for all along, without making a complete jackass out of myself.
"Felix, I think we are going to have to put these two tigers in the same cage tonight, so they don't waste our time tomorrow. It'll be good for Jas to give Edward a little lesson on what needs to be done." Tanya says, thoughtfully.
"I agree." Felix responds, and moves a step closer to us. He lowers his voice, like he's telling us a secret. "This is the deal boys: you have all night to get over this…" He pauses looking for the correct word.
"Infatuation." Tanya finishes for him. Ugh. How fucking embarrassing. In my whole career I have never had to be given this fucking lecture.
But my humiliation is forgotten when I realize what he is saying. I will have Edward all to myself tonight. Not only that, I am being ordered to fuck his brains out. Fuckin A.
Felix holds up a finger, as he continues, "And I don't care how you go about doing that. I am just telling you right now I expect two good money shots tomorrow. So don't be spilling it all night." He looks at me. "Teach him restraint, Jas."
I am known well for not giving up the cum shot too soon, and apparently Felix thinks it is important to impart that lesson on Edward.
He finishes his speech and they both walk away with Felix tucking Tanya's arm in between his chest and arm.
"Are they…?" Edward muses.
"I have no idea." I answer, knowing where his question is going without him having to finish it.
Uncomfortably, I stare at the floor, rocking back and forth on my heels, not knowing where to go from here. I have never been so nervous, and I have no idea why I am. I can feel Edward staring into my skull, and for the life of me I can't pick up my head. I am sure that he is wondering if I am unstable.
"My bag…" He trails off as he points in a direction off to the corner of the studio.
Deciding to put an end to my intolerable behavior, I finally look at him. There is a question in his eyes, and he looks confused and sad. I am sending him mixed signals, I know, and I plan on rectifying that, but I just need a moment to myself first.
"Oh sure, you probably want to put your bag away and wash up or something. You had a long flight." I concede. Chicago. He lives so far away.
Why does that bother me?
Before distraction ensues, making me demented in front of him yet again, I thrust a card into his hand. "Umm…here is a key. It is on the Fifth floor, room 503. The elevators are just to the left. I'll be here whenever you get done."
It is his turn to look down at the toes of his Converse, and I selfishly take that moment to openly gawk at him. "You're not coming…" He trails off again. Why is this so hard? It is obvious that he thinks that I am turning him down, and that is the last thing I am thinking about doing. I need to let him know that before he walks away from me.
Gathering courage, I say seductively, "Not yet, darlin', but we both will be real soon." I manage a wink.
He graces me with a hesitant smile, and I just want to pull him into my arms and show him how much exactly I desire him, but my supply of bravery has momentarily been spent, so I turn on unsteady legs and walk away.
I make it into the restroom within the studio, and splash cold water on my face. After I am done drying my face I brace my arms on both sides of the sink, supporting my upper body weight.
I can't believe that I am still hard as a rock. I want Edward entirely way too much to take him to bed right now. It is going to take all my infamous restraint not to blow my load by just kissing that glorious mouth of his.
The pull I felt for him right away was immediate and powerful, but what astounded me more was the kind of pull. I had felt the familiar feelings like lust and attraction, but mixed in with that, were some foreign ones that I can't readily explain.
Love at First Sight.
I snort. The words just flash in my mind without warning. I had just said this morning, in that fucked up interview, that I don't believe in that shit, and I am still standing by my words. Love at First Sight? What a joke. This movie is a prime example of how idiotic the concept is, utterly mocking the stupid cliché. I have already fallen "in love at first sight" two times and am supposed to do it again tomorrow. This thing I have with Edward is just a temporary addiction that I plan on getting my fill of tonight.
I am startled when I feel weight on my back, and a chubby pushing into my ass. He can't be that fast. I snap my head up to find Emmett standing behind me.
I hope I hide my disappointment well.
"Hey, here you are. I was wondering where you went. Why don't we go take a "nap" before we all go out tonight." He swirls his enlarged cock suggestively into my backside, and even though I didn't bottom very often the idea of submitting as I just enjoyed the sensations sound like a wonderful idea. He presses his dick into me harder, trying to penetrate two sets of denim and cotton. I groan, needing a release so fucking bad, already forgetting all about the orgasm I had only a few hours ago.
I unconsciously circle my hips against him, searching for sweet relief, but when my eyes return to the mirror, I see Emmett standing behind me and not the person truly responsible for the predicament that I am in. I sigh heavily.
Emmett can certainly give me what I physically need, but why have a hamburger when you crave a steak? The idea briefly enters my mind that Emmett can take care of my needs quickly so I don't cum with Edward as soon as I get inside of him, but the thought sounds so unappealing, that it is borderline repulsive.
Instead, I move away from him, and make excuses. "Sorry, Em. Edward's here."
"So???" He says belligerently.
I search for a way to say this without losing some of the respect that I gained in my profession, so avoiding all mention of the lecture I received from Felix, I simply shrug. "Well, Tanya and Felix put him in my room for the night."
"Why???" Now he looks perplexed and disgusted at the same time, and that makes me slightly angry. What does he have against Edward?
"Umm…they want me to teach him restraint." Emmett looks like he is ready to say something that might make me even more irritated with him so I remind him quickly, "This is his first time Em."
"So…what?…Are they telling you to fuck him all night?" His face turns red, as he tries to control his temper. I nod my head slowly, watching the emotions play across his face. He turns away with fists clenched. "That is BULLSHIT!"
"Em, we have seen this done before." I attempt to placate him, not really understanding what is wrong with him in the first place. If he is looking for a fuck buddy tonight I can probably find five willing participants as soon as I walk out this door.
Emmett is a strikingly gorgeous bisexual, and everyone in our little makeshift studio has personally watched Emmett fuck. They would stand in line all day at the opportunity to have a piece of him. His choices are limitless, so I can't understand this mood he is in right now.
It is true that Emmett and I hook up whenever we are in the same town, but damn, it isn't like I am the only one that would suffice. "Well, how long is he going to be here?" He asks haughtily.
"I don't know Emmett, I've probably said five words to him since he's been here. Give me time to have an actual conversation with him." I say flustered by Emmett's sudden and unprovoked inquisition.
"Fine." Emmett huffs, and stalks out of the bathroom.
What the hell?
I look back to the mirror and study my image one more time before I go looking for Edward. I give myself a pep talk, and send up a little prayer to anyone that will listen, to help me get through this with some semblance of pride.
As soon as I walk out, I see Emmett stroking the hair of one of the "sound" guys. Nice. See, he found a replacement quick enough. I snicker at that, but it is quickly wiped away when he turns his gaze toward me. He continues to watch me as he licks the earlobe of the guy he is leaning into. I stare, transfixed, as I try to figure out what is going on here. It almost seems like…
"Hey." My head snaps to the side to see Edward all washed up, changed and fucking adorable. Adorable? Where am I coming up with this shit?
He smiles impishly, as I openly take him all in. I can't keep the huge grin off my face, or contain my giddiness at the thought of being with Edward off-set for the rest of the day. It is a gift that I wholly never expected to be blessed with.
"Hey." I smile happily.
"So, are you going to show me around Vegas?" He smiles back. We look like a couple of lovesick fools, staring at each other with these huge ass grins on our faces. I feel like I am twelve again, and for today, I am not going to fucking mind.
So like a kid with his first crush, I grab Edward's hand to lead him out the door. Remembering what I had been doing before Edward arrived, I glanced back at Emmett who is now staring at us intently, as the guy has his face buried in Emmett's neck.
Strange.
I tentatively wave goodbye, as I walk out of the studio with Edward's hand in mine. We saunter out into the scorching heat, and I loosen my grip on his hand, not knowing how he handles PDA. He looks over at me to gauge my reaction, but his grip remains intact. I give him a wink of understanding, and tighten my hold once again.
As we are walking hand in hand I can feel the stares from all directions. Queers aren't as rare here, so most of the guys are keeping their eyes to themselves, unless they're interested. I note that most of the stares are from women.
I am well aware that there are just as many girls into male-on-male porn as there are men. I am recognized by both sexes equally. I also know that for the people that don't recognize us that Edward and I are both extremely attractive.
I chuckle. We should have brought some flyers for the movie. Edward and I are a walking billboard for Love at First Sight. We might as well have our pictures painted on one of these tour buses, for the way that we are attracting attention…just simply by holding hands, laughing and smiling at each other.
"Damn, is it always this hot this time of year?" Edward wipes his brow.
"It's always hot in August. I think Tanya and Felix got some awesome deals on the rooms and studio for coming during this time, but we can walk through the casinos as we make our way down the strip so we can get a reprieve from the heat."
"Well, aren't you a little strategist?" He says playfully, as he pokes me in the ribs with his free hand. He steps in front of me agilely, and presses his lips to mine, stopping us in our tracks, and kissing me for the whole world to see. I groan against his lips, but he backs away as soon as I am getting warmed up. He sees the desire in my eyes, and then laughs. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. You're just so damn magnificent."
"Oh yeah?" I take his shirt in my fists, shove him into the wall of the Venetian, and smash my crotch against his in one quick motion, stunning him slightly. "I don't know if I am going to be able to wait until tonight." I whisper against his mouth, the warm panting of his breath fans across my face. I release him as quickly as I had pinned him against the building. I hear him mutter a breathless "tease" before he takes my hand again, and steers me toward the nearest air conditioning.
XXXXX
We had to be in the Flamingo's Steakhouse46 restaurant in a half hour for a "meet and greet" with some of the local gay clubs during a family style dinner arrangement. They only reserved the space for two hours so we have to make sure we are on time.
I let Edward go up to our room first to change and get ready, because I didn't trust my libido to go up there with him.
This afternoon had been unforgettable. Edward was crazy fun. He had bought a disposable camera, and as he dragged me down the stretch of world famous road, we filled the roll of film with numerous snapshots of the strip's sights. I took snapshots of Edward in front of Mirage's Volcano, and Treasure Island's Boat. He took pictures of me at the top of the Stratosphere, and in front of the Bellagio's water display. We gave the camera to strangers in order to get pictures of us both in the gondola at the Venetian and in front of the Lion Habitat at MGM.
We had never stopped holding hands, and had a few stolen chaste kisses. I learned a lot about Edward today. You can tell that he has a zest for life. He always is smiling, talking and asking questions. I learned a lot of his likes and dislikes. Conversations were light at times and deep at others. He told me about his family, his life in Chicago, and his former relationships.
He made it no secret that he got around. Edward was most likely not a relationship kinda guy. He likes variety. He said that he doesn't go out all too often, but when he does he is always looking for someone different.
He also paid attention to me, as I spoke, looking genuinely interested in everything that I had to say. His eyes never left mine, gazing at me intently as I told him more about myself. He soaked it in, and asked me to expand on several things I thought he wouldn't have been interested in. I found that we have a lot in common, and the things that we didn't complimented each other.
I am a little nervous about tonight. I know more about him, from this afternoon, than I have ever learned about anybody I have ever fucked before…on or off set. Normally, it is just a mutual need for a release, or the fact that we were both being paid for it.
As Edward continued to converse with me, I felt unwelcome feelings of affection… and caringwell up inside of me. I don't want to care about Edward Cullen, but only for the fact that it is obvious that our paths are moving in different directions, and that he lives so far away. Both of those points are deal breakers for me. If the circumstances were different, I would definitely want to pursue these emotions that are flowing through me right now, but things being as they are, it is of no use to dwell on unrealistic dreams.
It was nice to see whatever had plagued us when we had first saw each other was long gone. The shyness and awkwardness quickly disappeared, as if we were long lost friends that are in the process of getting reacquainted, we jumped into the roles of best friends almost immediately.
Edward enters the studio and as I watch him stroll toward me, I check him out. His autumn colored hair is a perfect mess, and he is freshly shaven. He is wearing an untucked dark gray button down shirt that hugs his chest and black pants, he looks utterly mouthwatering. He halts when one of the stage hands stops to say something to him. He smiles down at her, and it makes my knees weak. I try to watch discreetly as his mouth moves saying words I can't hear, but I smile nonetheless, because he is.
"So, how is he?"
"Huh?" I say ineloquently, as I turn to Emmett, who is also staring at Edward, in a forced nonchalant kind of way. His hands are in his pockets, but I can tell that they are balled into fists.
"Is he a good fuck?"
"I don't know. We haven't made it that far."
Neither one of us were looking at each other, both of our eyes still on the topic of our discussion, but that comment compels Emmett's head to snap around, as his golden eyes fall on me.
"What do you mean? What have you been doing for the last five hours then?" I'd like to know when it became his fucking business.
"I was just showing him around Vegas. It's his first time here." Emmett stares hard at me for a moment, and then decides it is insignificant, shrugging it off.
"Oh, that's too bad you had to get stuck with that deal. You would have thought they could have forced him on someone else."
I am about to tell Emmett that he wasn't forced on me, but I am interrupted. "Hey guys." Edward says suavely. His eyes flicker over me lustfully, before moving onto Emmett. Edward holds out his hand. "I don't think we've had the pleasure yet. I've heard a lot about you." He says with a wink.
Yes, Edward is a big flirt.
Emmett looks confused, before he turns a friendly smile on Edward. "Hey, its Eddy right? I wish I could say the same, I haven't heard anything at all about you."
My eyebrows raise instantly, as I stare, astounded, at nothing in particular. I glimpse at Edward to see that his expression hasn't changed at all. "No, I guess you wouldn't have since everyone who does know me calls me Edward. Right…Jasper?" He says tearing his stare away from Emmett to look at me with my favorite crooked smile on his face.
"I didn't realize you and Jas were such good friends." He says with a hint of malice. There are very few people that call me Jas, and Emmett is not normally one of them.
Okay, for some reason Emmett has an issue with Edward. Emmett is usually a laid back guy so it more than surprises me with his over abundance of self confidence that he has a problem with Edward.
It is apparent that the scene with Edward and I tomorrow will positively be the highlight of this movie, but surely there is enough room in this industry for the both of them. Edward may be the bigger hit in this movie, but Em won't be losing any future income on account of Edward. Emmett's animosity is completely unnecessary.
I want to diffuse the situation, but I am trying to figure out how to do that without taking sides and inadvertently fueling Emmett's unwarranted fire. Edward attempts to grab my hand, but I stuff it into my pocket. It's not that I didn't want to…in fact, touching Edward is about the only thing that I want to do, but I don't want to inspire more wrath from Emmett. I see that my actions are noted by Edward. A look of hurt crosses his stunning face. An unknown emotion sweeps through me, and all of a sudden it doesn't matter what the hell Emmett's problem is. I pull my hand out of my pocket, but instead of clutching Edward's hand I put my arm around his waist, I move in close, pressing the side of my body against his, and whisper against his cheek. "Don't go away, sexy. I will be right back."
In an effort to remain impartial, I walk past Emmett hitting him lightly on the ass with a smirk. "You be good." I wink and take off to the room for my turn at getting ready for dinner.
I start the shower, where Edward had just come from. I strip quickly and enter the steamy stream. I don't feel guilty as I pick up Edward's shampoo and hold it to my nose, invading his privacy, and I don't feel guilty as I fill my nostrils with the scent of his soap before I use it to lather my body, I pay close attention to my cock, massaging the length with the scent of Edward. It makes me feel like he is the one washing me…touching me. When my cock turns semi-hard I have to let the fantasy go. I already came once today for "the people". Whenever I came on film it is for "the people"…meaning the camera, the fans, the watchers.
My contribution to society's gay.
I very rarely masturbate when I am not in presence of the people. It seems selfish, and a waste really, to enjoy an orgasm without anyone filming or taking pictures at the very least. It is even more foolish at the moment to give up the money maker, especially when it is depended upon tomorrow.
Abstaining from finishing the job is a specialty of mine. It's not that I can't find pleasure quickly. I can cum just as fast as the next twenty-one year old when I had the correct inspiration. I have no doubt that me and "copper and bronze" are going to be dropping a load pretty quickly the first time. I will welcome the relief from being tortured all day; all the little touches and kisses, teasing each other endlessly.
It will be the second round where I will begin teaching Edward one of the biggest skills in our trade…stamina. It will help him with his journey in the business. If I was destined to only have this one night with Edward it is the least that I can do for him, it will be an equal trade since he is going to help me in the opposite way, by giving me new material to put in my catalog of quick jerk off moments. I will use the experiences that I learn tonight for when I am instructed to cum on cue.
I quickly dress, taking little care with my hair in order to race down to Edward. I didn't want to waste any of more of this day being alone. I was alone enough already.
When I jump down the last three stairs in my haste to get back to Edward, I enter the studio, trying to locate him immediately. I find that head of hair easily enough. He is leaning against a table with his ass on the ledge, feet outstretched, and crossed at the ankle. His arms are lying across his chest casually as he speaks to James.
James is standing close…too close. He leans in further, and whispers something to Edward. Edward smiles in response to whatever James is saying, and as he does his eyes flicker to mine and his smile vanishes. For a split second I think he is disappointed that I interrupted his flirtation with James, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. He gazes up and down my frame, before an even bigger and brighter smile than what he gave to James, flashes across his features.
He doesn't take his eyes off of me, as James continues to talk to him. Finally, he must have noticed Edward's preoccupation and glances over his shoulder. He smiles wickedly as he turns to face me. I have no other option, but to join their conversation.
I come up next to them, and James swings his arm around my shoulder. "I was just telling Edward about our scene in Cum Home." Shit. Cum Home is a film I did with James two years ago. James had played a homeless fellow that fucked several guys before he found one that took him in. In the production, I was also homeless, a guitar playing nomad. In my scene James fucked a "businessman" in an alley, while I jacked off in the corner watching them. After the businessman was done with James, the guy threw him a few coins and left. James stashed the pittance away, and then came over to me where we flirted, and then he let me fuck him. I wasn't the one who ended up with James at the end of that program, but I was the only guy that topped James in that film. I always thought that is what caused my career to skyrocket.
James was very well known by that time. Being a few years older than me, he entered the industry a couple of years before I did, and even though he is nearing the dreaded age of twenty-five he is still sought after, but he isn't usually the lead anymore, mainly taking on the smaller parts.
I consider James a friend. We keep in touch via Facebook and email. I know he has made some good investments with the money he has earned through porn, and will not be lacking for anything once he is either voluntarily or involuntarily removed from the spotlight of gay porn's hottest stars.
I also invested well, but James is one step ahead of me, by already figuring out life after this gig. He has plans to be an architect and has already enrolled in a prestigious college to acquire the degree that will fulfill his dreams. One of those dreams involved building community centers and playgrounds in destitute and impoverished areas. James has a good heart and a lot of money to back it up. I wish I was that noble, but I am the first to admit that I am nobody's hero.
"What were you telling him?" I ask suspiciously, knowing that at that time, I had been quite clumsy and embarrassingly fast…most of my reactions to our first encounter were heartfelt since I had only had sex a few times before that. I was also familiar with gay porn, so I couldn't believe I was actually with one of the objects of several jack off sessions as a younger teen.
"Nothing much." He winks at Edward conspiratorially. Ugh! I didn't need these two hitting it off. James is a constant tease, and I can't even imagine the torment that these two could put me through. "I couldn't, it didn't last long enough." They both let out a healthy guffaw.
Jesus Christ.
I shake out of James half-embrace, and start to walk away. "We're going to be late." I mumble. It takes about five seconds to hear someone running behind me, and then circle his arms around my waist. I stumble as I try to keep walking with him latching onto me, so I stop before I topple over, and just stand there in a full blown pout.
"He was just teasin' baby." Edward buries his head in my neck, and breathes deep. "You look so fucking hot." He exclaims huskily. Hot damn. My cock awakens instantly, at the feel of Edward's hot breath along my neck. I put on my blue/gray v-neck cashmere sweater, knowing that it highlighted my eyes, just for this reaction. "I cannot wait to get you back to our room." He growls into my ear. I groan as I lay my head back on his forehead.
"C'mon you two." I open my eyes, but keep my head in its current position, because Edward nuzzling his nose into my hair feels so fucking good. James has an equal measure of both shock and concern in his expression. Fuck.
I am getting concerned too. I want to say.
I have to start schooling my actions when Edward and I are in public. The only good and bad thing I have going for me is that after tonight this isn't going to be an issue any longer.
I scheduled my flight to leave early tomorrow afternoon, almost immediately after the shoot. I absolutely love Vegas, but after a few days in Sin City I beg for the solace of my own home. I found out today that Edward would be departing at almost the same time.
I start to feel a tightening in my chest as I try to figure out the next time our paths will possibly cross again. Pushing the thought aside, with promises of dealing with it when the time comes, I put my hand behind my back for him to grasp onto, and he does.
I check out James again, to see his eyebrows rise in question at my strange behavior. I choose to ignore it.
Fuck it. Let them all think what they want.
Without taking my eyes off of Edward I raise our joined hands and kiss the back of his hand, wordlessly leading him out of the room. As we are passing James I avoid looking at him, but I can see from his peripheral vision that he shakes his head slowly and sighs.
Tanya, Felix and all of the actors sit at a rectangular table enjoying a feast of meats, cheeses, fruit, and a variety of breads and rolls. The conversation seems light and flirty as everyone participates in the banter. Because Edward and I are sitting next to each other, and we are sitting across from Emmett and James, I avoid any extra eye contact with Edward.
I definitely do not want to destroy the atmosphere, and I don't need a lecture that the whole gang would join in on, so I do my best to ignore the gorgeous man sitting next to me.
It is hard since we constantly bump elbows as we eat, or brush hands as we both go for our water glasses at the same time. It becomes especially difficult when his hand lands on my thigh. That one can hardly be called an accident or a mistake. I suppress a groan as his hand travels up the length of my thigh, to my hip, and then mashes it over my groin.
No subtlety there.
Then he has to go and exaggerate a big fucking yawn. I watch the variety of expressions that fall upon the table. What is funny is that everyone is looking at me as if I had faked the yawn instead of Edward. James looks at me worriedly, Emmett with irritation, and down the table, Tanya and Felix, who had also caught the action, smiles knowingly.
"Sorry guys, I had a long flight, and all that walking through the heat has made me really tired." It is a valid reason. I think everyone has forgotten that Edward did have a rather busy day, traveling and sightseeing, and also finding out what is to be expected of him tomorrow. He is probably really overwhelmed.
I should probably let him sleep for a while before we begin what Felix and Tanya ordered us to do.
Yeah, make it seem like a job, Whitlock.
"Well, why don't you guys just take off? We are pretty much done here anyway." Tanya pipes in causing Emmett's scowl to deepen, and James to gaze out the window unseeingly.
It doesn't look like I am going to be able to avoid the inevitable confrontations between these two, so I turn to Edward. "Why don't you go up and I will be there in a few minutes."
Edward gives me a hesitant smile, and leans into me as he is getting up from his chair. "Don't be too long. I know I haven't known you for long, but I don't think I'll ever be able to fall sleep without you next to me." My insides quake. His words sound like a promise. Something that would go further than just tonight. He gives the peace sign to both Emmett and James and takes off to the room.
I square off across the table, sizing each of them up. James continues to stare out the window of the restaurant, while Emmett leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. I debate on telling them the truth. Maybe they will be able to help me.
Those thoughts are nixed as soon as Emmett's first words leave his mouth. "What the fuck are you doing with this punk?"
That pisses me off. "What the fuck do you have against Edward?" I seethe. James turns to Emmett too, obviously curious to what his answer will reveal.
Emmett blushes profusely, or is it anger…I don't know. "He's just so fucking cocky. I just Don't. Like. Him."
James snorts, and sits up in his chair, finally deciding to participate. His chest hits the table's ledge. "Jas…just what is going on here? What are you doing?" James overt concern for me causes me to unwisely confess; regardless of the dickwad that is sitting next to him.
"I think I like him...alot." I say quietly.
"WHHHAATT?" Emmett booms incredulously. James reverts back to looking out the window, with an indiscernible expression on his face.
I am glad that everyone else from our party had previously left the table to pursue other activities, since we had now drawn the attention of the entire restaurant, but we are used to attention, so Emmett and I face off for another round.
"Jasper? What are you thinking? He is just a kid."
I looked at him dumbfounded. "We are the same age."
"But in our world he is an infant. This is his first film Jas. Do you remember what that was like?" I did. Excited, awed, star struck…he is just star struck.
Fuck. What am I doing? I am a veteran. I am the fucking example, for christsakes. I have to give Edward what he should expect in the future, and nothing fucking else.
I slump forward in my chair, defeated. "You're right." I whisper dejectedly. I glance up to see the anticipated smug-faced Emmett, and a less than expected, James, staring in scorn…but not at me. He is looking at Emmett. I am too miserable to try and figure all this out tonight, so I get up to leave the table. "I'll catch you guys tomorrow before you leave."
Once I am out of the restaurant I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I swivel to see Emmett looking bashful. "I didn't mean to be so blunt in there. I just wanted to show you that I am worried about you. Edward is going to be quite a success in the biz, and you and me, well…we are ready to retire. There is no permanency, no stability there."
"I know. You're right." I say resigned.
He punches me in the arm and gets that mischievous smirk on his face. "How about you and me having a little tryst before we leave Vegas?"
"Yeah sure." I say absently, as I turn and walk away.
I make my way to my room like a decrepit old man. I know what I have to do, and that is to teach Edward how the system works.
I pull open the door to see Edward jump off the bed, and make his way over toward me. I can't even get a word out before his lips are on mine, pushing them open with his tongue. I can't stop myself from moaning as his tongue ravages my mouth greedily. I try to seem as unaffected as possible, but my hands answer to no one as one dives into his hair, and the other cups the side of his neck. My tongue delves into the deepest recesses of his mouth over and over again before our tongues start a slow, seductive dance, rubbing sinuously against each other. My thumb reaches up to caress his cheek, as his hand does the same, and things start to feel strange again. Emotions start to course through me. Warm and fuzzy emotions that make this feel like it is more than just a good fuck, which is completely overtaking my objective to remain impassive. I pull away and take a step back. Our shallow breathing is coming out in ragged pants.
I need to do this quickly and noncommittally.
I concentrate on all my years of service for this task. I garner up the wariness, I rally the cynicism, deploy the disappointment, and focus on the denigration I have experienced in my life. I know all of these things will help me attain the desired façade of stoicism.
This time will be the most difficult, but it will also be the fastest. I pull my lips up into a friendly smile, but I am sure it doesn't reach my eyes so I step forward and tear the t-shirt that he had changed into off of his body. I waste no time getting on my knees and pulling down his pajama pants.
Commando. It's not too much of a surprise. He knew what was coming tonight. His cock is already rock hard, and seeping the fluid I had envisioned tasting all day. I try not to stare, so I grasp his shaft at the base and flatten my tongue along his engorged head. I stingily swallow the bead of pre-cum he expelled, wanting so much more.
I suck his dick into my mouth and deep-throat it several thrusts before I focus solely on the head, licking and sucking around the knob. As his moans vibrate the hand I have placed on his abdomen, I relish the flavor, texture and smell - everything that is purely Edward. Like a starving man, I lick and suck along his shaft, desperate for his offering. I create a vacuum to steal the treasure from him. His hands are frantic in my hair, his legs begin to stiffen and tremble. He is close, and he confirms this seconds later.
"Jas…per, I'm gonna…" He breathes in several breaths, "…cum." The word was barely audible as it trips out on a breath. In moments, spurts of gold and silver, wealth and riches slip down my throat, filling me up with priceless contentment. The mask slips as I feel the warmth spread through my chest. I look up at Edward with his head thrown back, savoring the final tremors of his orgasm. His head falls forward, and he looks down at me through blazing eyes. His jade orbs are on fire, as he stares at me with unknown emotions…which remind me, and I pull the mask back in place.
I stand, and push him roughly against the door, face first. With one fist pressed in the middle of his back I have no trouble discarding most of my clothes. I remove my hand to finish undressing, but he understands the mission, and stays put. His hands are splayed on either side of his chest as he leans into the door, waiting. "Do you have a condom?" He whispers.
I hadn't forgotten. I barebacked occasionally, but I am used to wearing a condom. Love At First Sight has been a condomless endeavor so far, which is why Tanya and Felix picked two actors I trusted. I know Emmett and James work and play the same way I do. Edward is a newbie, and I had, personally, been glad that he demanded that one be used. I definitely had plans to keep myself healthy.
"I am dressing myself now darlin'." I apply the condom quickly. Shit. "Lube?"
"On the night stand."
There is no time for pleasantries. I grunt and retrieve the little bottle. I pour a generous amount on my cock, and some on my fingers.
When I approach Edward he is standing as if he is about to be frisked, and the sight is fucking amazing. I am rendered temporarily immobile as I stare at his flawless back and bottom. I shut my eyes briefly with regret. Regret that at the end of the day, this will all mean nothing. I am snapped out of my remorse when I can hear him say, "Oh god…hurry up." It is so low that I barely hear it, and am not at all certain that I was meant to.
I grab the inside of his hips and pull him toward me, making him bend even more. I rub his puckered entrance, and slip the gelled fingers into him. After a few thrusts I position my cock and slowly enter him, holding onto my dick as it penetrates the tight hole. The pleasure that sweeps through me when I finally am seated fully inside him is swift and intense. I lay one hand along his spine, rubbing in quick soothing circles as I wait for him to accept me.
"Fuck Jas…" Him shortening my name is my undoing. I ram him from different angles trying to find his happy place. The third time is a charm; he yelps and pushes back against me.
I think back to my interview this morning, which now, seems like weeks ago, and the fantasy that ultimately sent me over the edge. I mimic that fantasy, as I reach my hand up to touch the sweaty locks at the nape of his neck. I am so close, and exactly like the dream, he turns his head as far as he can to look back at me. Fuuccckk. The feelings I tried to quell earlier, come to the forefront, bombarding me with misery and desolation.
I don't want to do it, but I take all the pain and agony of what can never be out on him. I would have rather taken a shard of glass to my wrist than to hurt him, but my body has a mind of its own as I plunge fast and hard. He forgives me by grinding his backside against me, taking everything I have to offer. My stomach tightens and I have no reserve for subduing my impending release. It rushes forward with a force I have never experienced. I lay my forehead on his back as I catch my breath. His legs start to shake from the combination of the awkward position and me leaning on him.
I stand upright and head directly to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Edward also stands up, but he hasn't moved from our previous spot. Without a word, I turn him around, and bend down to clean up the mess that I made on his backside, and that's when I see the small puddle on the floor. Oh shit. "You came again?"
He turns back around smiling, and snags the washcloth from my hand to wipe off his dripping cock. "I couldn't help it." He says with a beautiful little smile.
I clutch him, walk backward to the bed, and push him down lightly onto the mattress. "Well, let the lesson commence. Time to teach you some stamina Mr. Cullen."
"So, what does that all entail?"
I chuckle. Oh, this is going to be fun.
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