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Chapter 4 – EPOV
Stamina…not so fun…and highly overrated, if I might say so.
Who really wants to last all fucking night anyway? I don't think any chick or dude is up for an all-nighter, getting banged non-stop. I don't mind a little teasing. I like to play with my prey, so I have definitely done my fair share, but that shit we did yesterday is just fucking wrong. Over and over again, that devil incarnate took me to the edge, started to push me over, just to grab me back to safety at the very last second…and I could have killed him each time.
I glimpse over in the seat next to me, and my eyes narrow at his all-knowing smirk. Bastard. I glance at everyone else sitting around the breakfast table, and they all share in his amusement as they watch me with barely contained laughter. They are all making it pretty clear that they know exactly what was happening to me last night. They all know that this morning I woke up with the same damn wood that I was literally forced to fall asleep with last night; the wood that still pressed against my zipper now, as we all, supposedly, casually enjoyed a feast of early morning treats.
As Jasper turns to reply to something James says I can't help but study him in earnest. I just don't understand him, this enigma named Jasper. He was so hot and cold all day yesterday, flipping the tap from side to side as we maneuvered our way through the day together.
Jasper was a totally different person when we spent the afternoon roaming the Vegas area and taking in the sights. He was amazing. He smiled a lot, but I noticed that he didn't laugh so much. He was quiet as he listened to me tell him about myself, and when I prodded him he finally opened up about himself, although he really didn't have much to say. It seems Jasper lives a solitary life that he appears to be content with. I noticed that he didn't want to talk about his family, so I avoided the subject not wanting to ruin the mood.
God, we had so much fun together. I can totally see myself with Jasper…long term, which is saying a lot. I've never deceived anyone into thinking that I am boyfriend material, but something told me it would be a huge mistake not to consider the possibility with Jasper. I know that there are some issues that we would have to overcome; first and foremost being distance. I have heard time and time again from people that long distance relationships don't work and I believe every single one of them. I don't favor long intervals of abstinence. I believe in monogamy not celibacy.
I really started to feel like Jasper and I were on the same page for a while, that he also had feelings, but then he changed, and now I have no idea what he wants.
During dinner he had seemed nervous and distant. I could barely get him to acknowledge me. I tried to get his attention at the table, but his eyes would just flicker to mine with a quick little smile and apology for bumping me again, which I had wholly instigated purposefully. I hardly think that Jasper was slow, so my guess is he had a lot on his mind. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, why he had changed so drastically in the hour that it took us both to change for dinner.
I had wanted him to confide in me, and then I would do whatever it took to make him like he was in the afternoon, but instead we just fucked and then we fucked again, and so it went. Every time I attempted to start a conversation he would begin manipulating every one of my senses, until I had nothing on my mind but relief from his touch. Relief I only managed to get once, after hours of his hands playing across every part of my body.
His attitude adjustment could have had something to do with that ass-munch across the table. What a dickhead Emmett is. Man, he is sweet to look at, but who the hell would want to have a conversation with that arrogant oaf? All I have heard him talk about is himself, and when he could fit it in, something about him and Jasper together – on and off set. I can't wait to show him what I can do with Jasper on screen. I am going to fucking blow it up. As Jasper had "trained" me yesterday, he barely let me touch him, so I still have a couple tricks up my sleeve for the shoot. I can't wait to see his face as he unravels in front of me…because of me.
I had every intention of asking Jasper what the hell his issue was at dinner when he arrived back at the room, but when he came in I had to have a taste of him. I hadn't realized at the time that it would prompt the most potent orgasm I have had to date.
The blowjob was fantastic, but what respectable gay man gave bad head? No, it was the sex. I liked it rough, but Jasper…Jasper fucking pounded me like there was no fucking tomorrow, making me cum the hardest I ever have.
I couldn't even believe that I was unloading again. Everything was just feeling awesome, as he had located my sweet spot in a matter of seconds, tapping it over and over, then out of the fucking blue my stomach started to clench. Unbelievingly, I turned as far as I could to look at him, and oh my god, the sight before me was something I never, ever wanted to forget. Jasper's head was thrown back, his teeth clenched, his chest was slick with sweat, but it was the look in his eyes that had me emptying onto the floor. In that one look, I felt the desperation and the need. He could deny it all he wanted, but he needed me and that sent me over the edge into a whirlwind of pleasure.
I groan, and inconspicuously press a fist into my hard on. Except it isn't inconspicuous, because everyone and their fucking next door neighbor notices, and they are all laughing at me.
"I am glad to be a source of entertainment for all of you this morning." I say with unveiled sarcasm.
Even Jasper is laughing, and he's looking at me…but not at me. I am getting the "empty eye" syndrome from him, yet again.
Almost all night, while he was "training", "teaching", "torturing" me – whatever the hell that was, he acted detached, almost methodical as he practiced his skills, showing me everything I needed to know, and at the same time, learning my body inside and out. He took his time, catching every expression on my face, like educating himself on each of my weak spots was the most important thing in the world.
He tried to pretend aloofness, practically acting bored, but there were times that his attempts at coldness were unsuccessful. There were little things that pierced his armor. He liked when I was verbal, whenever I said something his eyes would briefly shut, and for the first millisecond when he opened them back up I saw in them his own brand of personal torture. He wanted more, but he never allowed himself to take it one step further. Whenever I arched my back, he let out a whimper that he would try to cover up with a cough or the clearing of his throat.
He wouldn't let me anywhere near his dick until the end, and he shied away from any other form of touch. We didn't kiss after we had sex for the first time. It was all about me. I knew there were times that he struggled to maintain his composure, but I am just not sure why he felt that was necessary.
If he is afraid or unsure that I am not feeling this thing between us too, then I will make it my mission to let him know exactly how I feel before we leave here today. I am prepared to try to make a long distance thing with him work out, and for me that's huge. I won't give it long though, if it works out, I will push for one of us to move closer.
It seems strange to have this strong of feelings for someone so quickly, but I am not going to question it. I am just going to ride out this wave, and hopefully, it's big enough to get me what I want, but not large enough to swallow me whole.
There are conditions to my unconditional obsession with Jasper Whitlock. I won't be changing for anyone, even for this blond god. Jasper will have to accept me the way that I am – flaws and all. There are also a lot of different things that I haven't tried sexually that I want to do, but instead of finding different partners, I won't mind doing them all with Jasper and no one else.
Well, except what I do for work, that is. Obviously, there will be a job to do, and if anyone can understand that, it will be Jasper. After more thought, I think our relationship can be ideal, if I can just get him to move to Chicago, and find out why he is trying to fight the feelings I know he is experiencing.
I glance over at him again, and he is staring at that stupid ass, Emmett. They seem to be having some silent conversation going on. What is up with these two? It is clear that Emmett has a thing for Jasper, but it doesn't appear to be reciprocated. I am not sure that Jasper even knows the extent of Emmett's desire for him. Emmett's eyes flash to mine, and he sees that I am watching their exchange, so that's when he kicks it up a notch, and puts on his fucking show, as usual. He blows a "secret" kiss to Jasper, and then winks at him, in an attempt to be seductive.
Insert fucking eye roll here. Watch out, Captain Obvious is staking his claim.
He is so over the top it's a joke. Jasper looks down quickly not returning the sentiments, but smiles, somewhat uncomfortably. But Emmett, being the dumbass that he is, seems satisfied with Jasper's lack of response, because he looks at me with a superior smile.
Whatever dude. Hey check this out.
I lean in to "whisper", not so quietly, in Jasper's ear, while Emmett watches. "God, I can't wait to get my hands on you again. Last night was ah-may-zing." I then take the opportunity to press my hand into his crotch, and he moans softly.
And that is how you get a reaction asshole. Emmett looks away irritated, and James lets out a small laugh.
"Jesus, Edward…soon." Jasper's eyes are squeezed shut, when he opens them, they bore into mine. His blue eyes, shine with unleashed passion…and goddamn, it doesn't fucking matter that it shouldn't be possible. I love him. I know at that moment of realization that there isn't any way to keep the feeling contained, so in a strange voice, full of wonder and awe, I do whisper this time, "Jasper?"
"Oh god." He hisses and jumps up from the table, quickly striding away, with his puppy dog following at his heels.
I don't see him again until it is time for our performance.
XXXXX
I'm shocked when I walk into the studio and notice that the set has been altered for today's scene. Instead of a bed, like James got, I get a desk. It makes me wonder what Emmett had to get fucked on, but I guess I'll just wait until the movie comes out to satisfy that bit of curiosity.
A desk isn't the ideal romantic type setting for a case of "love at first sight", but I recognize that this movie mocked the whole idea of it. Shit, before yesterday I am not sure I would have believed in love at first sight either.
It isn't hard to spot the object of my desire; he is sitting in the same place I first spotted him in yesterday. He is sitting on the window sill, gazing out the glass, seemingly oblivious to everyone and everything going on around him. I start toward him, but am detained by Tanya, and someone I am pretty sure is from "wardrobe". The woman had a large booming voice. "Come with me Edward, so we can get you into your school uniform." I mentally high five myself for remembering the woman's role correctly. I had met so many people yesterday I am surprised that I remember who I am.
I haven't taken my eyes off of Jasper, and when the woman said my name Jasper's head turned again, but unlike yesterday when his eyes clapped on mine within moments, this time, he turned his head slowly…wearily. His blank eyes fall on me for only a second before they return to staring out the window.
I change into my part, the new student at Fuck Me High – I just made that up, I don't even know the name of the school. I meander through the studio looking for the main character. My eyes travel the entire room before I find him in one of the corners talking with my favorite person, Emmett.
Emmett is bent at the knees, so that he is eye level with Jasper. He is speaking quietly, and Jasper keeps his eyes down, but nods in affirmation to whatever he is telling him. Emmett hooks his finger under Jasper's chin to lift his face to his own, and then the dickhead kisses him. A soft, sweet, gentle kiss, but it couldn't be too good because Jasper's eyes open, and he looks around, searching before he stops when he sees me. I wish I could celebrate the small victory, but Emmett still has his lips on him, so my victory seems much more like a watered-down defeat. Jasper doesn't pull away, but we stare at each other, both unwilling to turn away from the awkward moment.
The last thing that I expected is to feel a warm set of arms wrap around me from behind. "So, are you ready to do this?" I recognize James voice.
I lay my arms along his, and grasp his hands in mine, in nothing but a purely friendly way, and I lean back into him, appreciating the support in that minute.
Trying to lighten the heavy load on my nerves right now, I try banter. "What the fuck do you think?" I push my ass into his, and he groans, as he tightens his hold on my waist. Even through this light repartee, Jasper still holds my eyes hostage as Emmett wraps him up in a bear hug.
James softly places a kiss on my neck, and rests his chin on my shoulder. "Jasper is a good friend of mine, and as much as I would like to see him happy, it won't be with you." It is evident that he is looking at the exchange across the room as well.
"Why not?" I turn in his arms to look into James' handsome face.
He sighs. "You two are like oil and water, Edward. This thing…yesterday…today, it's your first time. We all fall our first time."
"What does he see in him?" This causes James to burst out laughing while maintaining his hold on me.
"Emmett and Jasper…understand each other. They have similar interests."
It is my turn to sigh, feeling as if I have the weight of the world on my chest. Trying to lighten the mood again, I squeeze James' sides. "You just want me for yourself." I say playfully.
He chuckles. "No, I am afraid you are definitely not my type." He looks around, "and it appears I accomplished what I set out to do." He says ambiguously, as he pecks me on the lips, stunning me. "We'll just see what happens from here, but if you guys do something stupid, like get together anyway, take care of him for as long as you have him. He is a special guy."
"Do you want him?" Does everyone want Jasper?
"No, man. I could have had Jas a long time ago, but he was young and naïve, and I was old and wiser. Kind of like the two of you now. He understands that this is just…the nature of the beast." He looks sadly, and holds me a little tighter. "Edward…this line of work…it doesn't nurture relationships. All I am asking it that you just step back and really take a look at the situation. I didn't get this skeptical without my share of disappointments." He pulls away reluctantly, and his eyes hold an ancient sadness. He is right. He has obviously been hurt…maybe even more than once.
"Edward, you are both volatile in your own ways. I am worried that one of you, or the both of you are going to get hurt…badly. I hope that if you decide to pursue this that you both have friends around to help you for when that time comes." Our foreheads come together briefly. "Gotta go. My plane leaves in about two hours." I really feel that James is someone that I can count on as a friend, and I am definitely happy to have met him.
"Sure. See ya, and thanks for the advice." I give him a small hug, and watch him as he leaves.
Well, it seems that Jasper and I have no odds at lasting, if we can get together in the first place. Am I just being ridiculously foolish?
Well, it is time to find out. I turn around, and stride to the makeshift "classroom" with a purpose.
Jasper is lounging in one of the chairs nonchalantly. I sit in one adjacent to him, but he doesn't look at me. "So what the hell was that was that about?" He says, looking at his nails, as if he is bored.
"What was what?" Is my ever so brilliant response.
"You know what I am talking about. James." He shrugs, uncaringly. "Do you guys have something going on?"
"Like what?" I ask, and he just fucking shrugs…again. I swear if he shrugs one more time I am going to deck him.
I search the room, but don't see any sign of bear poop. "Your boyfriend didn't want to hang around for the show?" I attempt to say it as casually as he appears to be, but fuck, if I didn't hear the malice in my words.
He rises in a flash and is standing over me ominously, a dark scowl on his beautiful face. "I. Don't. Get. Jealous." He enunciates each word with precision before he stalks away.
"Why would you?" I counter, to his retreating form. It sure as hell sounded like jealousy to me.
I sit, and brood until I am suddenly blinded by the light. No, it isn't an epiphany; it is the actual fucking lights…and lots of them. Goddamn, how the hell am I supposed to perform with all of this light…and heat? Damn, I perspire like a motherfucker to begin with. I am going to be drenched in my own sweat before the camera even turns on. I quickly get up from the chair to find shelter behind the fluorescents.
"It won't be so bad once it starts." I turn to find Emmett, standing next to me, which is funny because I didn't smell him coming. He stares at the monstrosity of illumination. "They'll turn the ones they don't need off."
He casually pivots toward me so the he is fully facing me. He narrows his eyes. "Don't be putting any extra moves on my boyfriend. I'm warning you to stay away from Jasper."
My short supply of good manners has run out for dear Emmett. "That's funny. He hasn't said anything about you being his boyfriend to me."
"That's because I just asked him today and he said yes. You can have him for these mere minutes, but I'll be going home with him afterward." I can't hide the hurt fast enough for Emmett not to notice, and he takes full advantage of my sorry state. "You think you are all that…but you are just…"
"What's going on here?" Jasper interrupts Emmett's attack, when he is just about to go for the jugular. Jasper looks puzzled as he eyes me and then Emmett. Emmett just looks at me and winks as Jasper looks at me for an answer.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." I swivel around looking for a speedy getaway. I can hear Emmett say behind me to his boyfriend, "I'll be waiting for you…" but his voice fades away, the further I walk. Once I get out of hearing distance I turn around to find Jasper right at my heels. I avoid looking at him, but I can tell from my peripheral that he is looking at me worriedly, so without looking back at him I just say the words he wants to hear. "It was nothing…really."
I walk away, and leave him standing there with his head hanging.
XXXXX
Two out of like a hundred of the lights dim before they tell me that they are ready for me.
I've went over my words for the millionth time with Felix, and Tanya makes sure my hair looks adequate. I keep on trying to pat the mess down, but she just comes back and ruffles it up again.
She tsks when she sees Jasper. "Jasper stop putting your hands through your hair. What the hell is wrong with you?"
He whispers something, and she responds back in the same hushed tone. They exchange a few more words before he finds the seat for which the scene starts.
It's my turn to look anxious, and then I remember this is just a fuck…with a shitload of people watching, but this is what I do best. I literally shake it off, and wait for my cue. Some signals go back and forth, and then all of a sudden the scene starts. I am behind a door, but I hear the class start as the teacher begins by asking the students to pull out their homework from yesterday. I take my silent cue to enter the classroom, and so on shaky legs I walk through the door, and start my new career. It takes everything in me not to squint from the lighting, but I pull it off. There are about five "students" in the room and a "teacher". I endeavor to not focus on the only one in the room that mattered. I glaze over all of them, noticing that Jasper has his head down, scribbling on a notebook, while gradually all of the other pupils take notice of me.
"Well, you must be the new student. Jack Cooke…right?" I tear my gaze away from Jasper's not even realizing that I had been staring at him in the first place, but as I am turning away I observe that he finally looks up. I give the teacher a quick nod, confirming that I have been positively identified.
It is supposed to be love at first sight, so when the teacher has me recite my fake name and where I came from previously, my gaze strayed to the star, and stayed there. It is as if time is frozen…for real. I can't fake love at first sight when I really feel it, so instead of hiding my emotions, as I have been, I let them loose and put them on exhibit.
Oh, I am still pissed; pissed that he said yes to that fucktard without even giving me a chance to make my case, but for this scene I will show him what I had to offer…what he could have had. My face hides nothing, as I take the seat next to him.
Two cameras move directly in front of our faces, and it a little disconcerting and very fucking distracting. I don't know how I manage to keep myself from staring into one, but I imagine that it has something to do this boy sitting across from me; the most fuckable boy I have ever met in my life.
The teacher had moved away to allow for the cameras, but he keeps up the discussion in the background. Talking nonsense about homework and all that, but all I see and hear is Jasper.
"Hi." He clears his throat, and he looks nervous. I have to commend him on his act, he appears to have this shit down, and I am smart enough to realize that, although I am mad, this is yet another golden opportunity for me to learn from one of the best, so I soak it up. I watch, enchanted by every nuance and motion as Jasper blushes prettily. How the hell do you make yourself blush?? "I'm Casey White." He holds out a hand for me to shake, and while still holding his eyes captive I grasp his hand in a firm shake. Our fingers linger, entangling momentarily before they fall to our sides. He looks down at my empty desk. "Do you want to share my book until they give you one of your own?"
"Sure." I say hesitantly, as we both slowly move our desks closer to one another. Once our desks are connected Tanya yells, "CUT!"
I look around, wondering what I had done wrong. Jasper is already out of his seat, and across the studio. Tanya approaches me, and I cringe waiting for a lecture on what I had done to cause the scene to stop. "Great job, so far. We just need to dry you off a bit." One of the assistants ran up with a towel, and handed it to Tanya, who in turn handed it over to me. "Here take this, and here." She says as she hands me cold bottled water.
"Thank you." I gulp down the water, and towel myself off.
"Okay, we just have to get one more shot before we clear the studio, okay hon? So, try not to drown before then. And don't worry, you are doing fabulous." She winks and walks away, just as Jasper is walking back to his chair. Jasper had told me last night that some of the directors give the actor's as much privacy as possible, so they clear the studio when the sex scene starts. They have around five people in the room managing the lighting, sound, camera's etc.
He sits down in his chair, waiting for the scene to begin again. He is avoiding me at all costs, and it pisses me off. How could yesterday have all meant nothing? Not just the sex, but walking around Vegas, holding hands, getting to know each other…and now, he doesn't want anything to do with me. "Okay guys, here we go." Tanya starts spewing signals, and I can't help but mutter right before we get our final signal, "Get over yourself."
Jasper's head snaps my way, and he is so close that I can feel his warm breath on my cheek, but I keep my eyes averted, leveling my menacing stare on the teacher, but I know I can't keep it up because I am supposed to be "in love" with Jasper. I should be flirting with him endlessly until we get reprimanded for it. So I man up and take the initiative to start things off. I display a toothy grin for the camera as I take my pencil and poke him in the side playfully. I giggle when he jumps unexpectedly.
They had given us some suggestions on this part of the scene but said that we could improvise. Flirting is flirting, and I certainly didn't need a lesson in that, but before I can do anything else, Jasper turns himself in his seat so that he is almost completely facing me. His fingers lace in my hair, so he can pull it away from my ear, he leans in with a very sexy smirk on his lips.
"I don't need to get over myself, I think it is you that needs to get over me." He whispers to low for the mic's to pick up. He licks my earlobe for the camera. I quickly move to rebuttal, placing my hand over his chest while I bite his lobe…a little too hard.
"Already over it." I say simply, before we pull away.
We both have matching playful smiles on our faces, but our eyes were following a different script. My hands are on him, his are on mine, and for all intents and purposes we looked the part, but our eyes are on fire. It is like we are having a lover's quarrel, without the privilege of being actually being a lover.
How messed up is this? I am finished. For the first time since I met Jasper I just want to be done with this.
I give up on words and start acting. Jasper and I touch each other shamelessly. It wasn't until the teacher scolded us for the third time that we are awarded the desired after school detention as punishment for our misbehavior. The scene is cut after the teacher makes the announcement. Before Jasper can take off again, I grab his arm, in an effort to stop him. I will be the better man…this one time, because I am not always known for my peacekeeping nature…actually I am never known for it…okay, so I am not even sure it exists.
"Please…" I plead for him to look at me. His eyes find mine and they look so tired. "I'm sorry. Can we just do this...please without fighting?"
His eyes - they are attempting to say things that I know his mouth doesn't have any intention of emitting. They are trying to say something I can't decode.
"Okay." He says quietly.
We separate so that we can get something to drink and cool off before the action portion of the day takes place. Jasper told me last night that we are supposed to stroke it before we start the set - that when we pull down each other's pants we should be hard and ready. He said that limp weenies aren't sexy. I tend to disagree, but I am only one person and since I didn't have a consensus from "the people", as Jasper referred to them, then who am I to argue.
I know one thing though, and that is that I didn't need to spank it - I am so ready. Jasper says that we will only be kissing for a very limited time before the clothes come off for us to get "prepared", but the fact is, that I can get hard just picturing Jasper's lips on mine, and well…I just did. Kudos to my very vivid short term memory.
I adjust myself as I surreptuously survey the studio, looking for my on screen partner. My eyes roam until I see him come out of the bathroom; maybe he went in to a stall to jerk it. Well, damn that doesn't cause a little bit of hurt pride that it verifies that he doesn't have the same reaction to me as I have to him.
"C'mon guys, we have to clear out of here in an hour." It isn't until now that I notice that most of the staff has vanished.
The time is upon us. This is where the torture…I mean, stamina comes in. I am hoping that we only have to stop once before each position, which should be three times, and not any more than that. Jasper told me yesterday that he had to stop about ten times on his first movie, but says those were vastly different circumstances since he was practically a virgin at the time.
The scene starts with me already waiting in my chair for Jasper to arrive to play out our punishment. He enters through the same door that I did earlier, and sits down in the chair next to me.
The teacher comes in and gives us orders to remain quiet and in our seats, so as soon as the teacher leaves I jump out of my seat and go over to the teacher's desk. I jump on it, leaving my legs to dangle off the edge. I crook my finger at Jasper, calling him to me. He wastes no time coming over.
He places himself between my spread legs, and places both of his palms on either side of my face. "You are so sexy."
It's in the script, it's in the fucking script. Thank god, there aren't very many more lines. I didn't want to have to keep reminding myself that his words weren't coming from his heart. It is on the paper that told him what he is obligated to say.
Except he was supposed to say my name too, and didn't, but it appears to be okay since the tape still rolls.
I grab onto his sides and pull him closer to me. "Not as hot as you are gorgeous. I want to see more." I say mischievously. Yeah…the lines are fucking cheesy, but we are doing a porno here.
I take the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head. Fucking magnificent. I can't stare, so my lips find his in eager anticipation of having his tongue in my mouth again, but he keeps the door locked, choosing instead to give slow, soft kisses, but I am not having any of that. I journey to his neck, where I place opened mouthed kisses until I get to my target. When I reach his ear I whisper, "Do you want this to be good, or do you want this to be spectacular?"
He growls as his mouth finds mine, and his tongue plunges into my mouth greedily, sucking away, as I explore the lining of his mouth. My hands become frantic on his chest and back, making sure that he leaves with not sliver of skin untouched. Our lips unlock long enough for his hands to find the edge of my shirt. He quickly discards it, throwing it onto the floor, and then crashes his lips to mine again.
"CUT!" Huh?
And so, here I am…aching and desperate - a severe case of déjà vu from last night.
Thankfully, porn doesn't have any tact. They move from position to position with no regard of subtlety or warning. There is no blurring between the scenes so it makes the necessary transition the simplest of tasks, since only menial care is taken in editing when the conversions take place. One moment we will be in one position and the next frame we will be in another.
It cuts out the discussion, because at the end of the day, when the humping starts no one gives a shit about any dialogue unless it's 'fuck me harder', "suck me baby", "you're so tight", "I'm gonna cum on your pretty little face", and other various statements of that nature.
"Okay guys, let's get a little blowjob action going down. Ummm….let's get Edward to go down on Jas first. Don't worry about taking the pants off, just get them down, and keep your mug out of the camera. You got thirty seconds before we flip." Felix instructs.
The camera's on and my hands work Jasper's belt as he does the same and the objects fall to the floor at the same time. I drop down to my knees to handle his fly and zipper. I pull down his pants and take in the beautiful sight – a rock hard cock barely contained in baby blue boy panties with dark blue trim. I massage his package while I look up at him through hazy eyes.
His dick protrudes from the side of the panties and I lick the exposed skin, and then pull the material back to free his cock from the confines of his drawers. I hear him groan and I look up at him again. I watch him as his blue eyes stare, transfixed at my handiwork. His hard-on throbs in my face. Knowing that my time is limited I grab his dick at the base and suck the head into my mouth. As I suckle around the rim, I pump his shaft, twisting my wrist like I know that he prefers and in a rhythm I had previously seen him enjoy immensely. He doesn't disappoint as I hear his breath hitch, and a breathless "fuck" escapes his lips.
I suppose that was the perfect time to stop the production and so it is done. With Tanya uttering that one word, I halt my actions, but not before I place a small chaste kiss on the tip. We both turn to Felix for our next instruction. "Great guys, lots of passion there…intense…okay, Jas your turn. Edward take it all off and lay back on the desk."
As I remove my clothes I watch Jasper's back as he is turned away from me. "Hold up." He says as I am about to remove my boxer briefs. "Leave the boxers on. Let Jas take them off."
I lie back on the desk and wait for Jasper, both of us randomly stroking our own cocks to maintain length and hardness during the breaks. Jasper stands at the edge of the desk and reaches over to smack my hand away. I glance at him and he looks at me with a sweet smile. Somewhere along the line, Jasper had decided that he wanted to make this a memorable experience, and I am glad for that, because I so wanted that too.
And just like that, the camera light goes on and Jasper and I are back to work. He strokes my cock aggressively through the thin cotton while his lips suck and nip on my distended nipple, something he found out that I thoroughly approved of last night.
I demonstrate my contentment by letting out a "gasp and sigh" combo. Something I know that he approves of. He confirms this when he stops his ministrations on my chest and his lips attack mine for a brief, but heated kiss.
After the kiss he immediately dives into my underwear and grabs my cock, pumping the swollen member until pearly fluid leaks from the tip. He sucks it into his mouth then, taking my member deep in his throat and swallows around it. He bobs his head furiously knowing that the clock runs out in seconds.
"CUT!" Fuck-in-A! ARGH.
Time for position number one. We are instructed to start from behind. Jasper dresses his cock and then applies the lube to our cocks and my ass, stretching my asshole, and preparing it for entry. Once that is accomplished, film starts rolling again. I press my hands against the ledge of the desk as he dives into my ass. The only noises that come from us were a series of grunts, moans, "fuck yeah's", "just like that" and "harder's". My legs start to quiver and I am feeling the heat spread through my abdomen. I give the camouflaged sign to stop and the director yells, "CUT!"
"Awesome guys. Keep on going, this is real good. Let's put Edward on top next." I groan because that is my favorite position. He climbs on the desk and lies on his back. I follow and position myself atop, straddling him. Yeah…we won't be doing this one for too long.
Focusing solely on Jasper for the sake of lasting at all, I avoided my prostate and touching myself in any form. Okay, so it still only lasted for like thirty seconds before I almost lost my load prematurely, but I am not the one to stop production this time. Jasper does, and I gloat internally.
I noticed from viewing Jasper's other movies, that when Jasper came he always rubbed his chest and abdomen vigorously, so when I felt the heat that hadn't fully dissipate during our small break rising to a boiling point again, I rubbed the spots that he most reacted to, which was his collarbone area, just over his belly button, and the juncture where his hip connected with his leg…on the left side. For some reason, it had always been the left side, and it worked like a fucking charm. Jasper was throwing the inconspicuous hand signal within seconds. He eyed me suspiciously, knowing full well that I knew precisely what I was doing.
"Okay guys, let's finish up with Edward laying across the desk and Jasper on the end. Remember not to get your body in the way of the camera, we want the entire cum shot."
I lay down on the desk and Jasper leans his thighs against the ledge to pull my closer to the edge. This is it. I couldn't help the strong surge of sadness that passed over my features. He notices and mirrors my expression. He's about to say something, but he is interrupted.
"Action." Without warning we are being watched again.
He enters me and immediately finds my weak spot. "Do you like it rough baby?" He says for the camera, but I just can't get into it, all that much. I need a release and I know with complete certainty that I am guaranteed one, but I can't shake the tad of depression that overtakes me, so to avoid notice from any future viewers I shut my eyes, planning on playing the rest of this out with eyes wide shut.
He presses harder, faster, fucking me deeper. He grasps my legs in an iron grip as his movements become feral.
"Look at me." He growls in a smothered voice, trying to keep it off the recording. When I don't respond he gives up on anonymity and says the words. "Look at me." Goddamn, I can't stand the tone, the sincerity for which those words come from. Is Jasper Whitlock that good of an actor, or does he really care? I am a porn actor, I am not supposed to deliver an award winning performance, I am supposed to look good, fuck great and make everyone cum, and those are the things that I could do.
But I do what he asks and open my eyes. Fuck! He is staring at me with such intensity. I open my mouth to say something pertinent, but I am not sure exactly what. He takes that moment to grasp my dick and stroke it into oblivion. "Cum for me…Edward." He says the last word, my name, so low that no one could have possibly heard that but me.
He is talking to me. I'm not Jack, and he is not Casey. We are Jasper and Edward.
"Oh god…" I whisper as my orgasm comes barreling through, covering my stomach with cum as the camera's reel in to get a close up. "Jasper pulls his dick out of me, and rips the condom off. He strokes himself quick and agilely, dumping his hot cum all over my cock and abdomen.
"CUT! Holy shit, that was hot! You guys are incredible together. Okay guys, get dressed so we can shoot the final scene."
The scene is simply Jasper and I walking hand in hand out of the classroom. It takes all but twenty seconds to complete the scene, and as soon as we round the corner there is a cheer from the staff and executives, I disperse handshakes and hugs all around, while we all sip champagne. I look for Jasper amongst the throng, but he is nowhere to be found. I head toward the bathroom to see if he is in there and he isn't. I turn back to the room full of laughing and conversation to see Jasper, with his bag in hand, leaving the studio.
Not even a goodbye.
XXXXX
I sit at Las Vegas' McCarran airport waiting to board my plane; I keep my iTouch on a high volume setting. Atreyu's Slow Burn is playing loudly as I try to drown out the noises from the nearby slot machines. I stare at nothing, as my mind rummages through the series of events from the last two days, trying to make sense of what happened at the end, why did Jasper just bolt? I also wondered how long it will take to get my next gig.
Felix had said that there are certain people that help with editing that also work for popular gay websites, so he estimated that word could get out about the new kid on the block as soon as three weeks. I make a mental note to check out the local gyms in my area, and to try and find a good yoga class.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and it jolts me out of my thoughts. I swivel around in my seat to see Jasper. I pull the ear buds out of my ears and throw them down on my bag.
He is just in time to hear that my flight starts accepting passengers to board the plane.
Jasper looks at the attendant making the announcement before his eyes fall on me urgently, and I feel the remnants of hope rising up in me.
"I just want to apologize for my behavior. I haven't been very professional, and I am very sorry for that."
"Why do you think that is?" I am prodding him, because I want him to say so much more than that.
"I…I don't…" He puts his hands roughly through his hair. He was going to say "I don't know", but he realizes that we both know that would have been a lie.
I peer over his shoulder to see Emmett waiting for him, with his and Jasper's bag slung over his wide shoulders. I look back at Jasper and he knows exactly who I was looking at. He shakes his head slowly as his eyes search mine. I see the inner struggle as he fights to find the right words to say. My optimism is squelched. He is looking for the words that let me down kindly. "Ed…"
Well, fuck that.
I stretch out my hands to forestall him. "No – I get it. I get it Jasper, but why him? He is such a fucking tool." I wave my hand in Emmett's direction.
"He just…fits." That's it? There is nothing left to say?
"Fits?" I start to back away, unbelievingly. He is giving up the chance to be with me, for someone who…fits?
His eyes gloss over as he sees me retreating from him. "Edward…I…"
Speaking of Emzilla, he approaches Jasper from behind, and Jasper shuts his eyes as he feels Emmett's huge hands on his shoulders. "C'mon, honey, we should go, I don't want to miss our flight. I am anxious to get us home."
Jasper shrinks at his use of words. "Give me one fucking minute." He says sternly.
He waits until Emmett is out of earshot and his mouth opens, but then it shuts with an audible snap. Instead of speaking, he takes the couple of steps closer, and reaches out and puts his fingertips on my cheekbone, and runs it along its length. I shut my eyes as his touch lingers. When I open them back up I notice that his eyes are red-rimmed.
"You're gonna be a rockstar, Edward Cullen." He says in a soft, shaky voice. I have to turn away; else my blurry eyes will give away my feelings, and I really don't want him to know how seriously stupid I've been. I want to run, but I manage to walk, step after step, to my gate. I don't turn around until I am at the entrance. I have this noble ambition of waving goodbye or some shit like that, but when I turn around Emmett has Jasper in his arms, and I just can't find the strength to pretend anymore, so I just turn back around and walk away.
I put my bag in the overhead and strap myself in. I lay my head against the little window, staring at my reflection more than at the landing strip on the other side of the pane. I watch, through the window, as the tear slowly slides down my face.
Just one tear - that is all I will allow for Jasper Whitlock. Surely, one tear was worth the wasted effort of attempting to acquire something that could have been so much more.
AN: Thanks for reading. I hope you liked! Please let me know what you thought.