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Chapter 7 - (EPOV)

"That was just pure evil." Jasper says breathlessly, as I continue licking his tummy clean from the load he just spilled all over himself. Damn he tastes scrumptious. I know his essence has nothing to do with hygiene, but he tastes…clean.

I want more, but as I survey his stomach studiously, I can't find any more spurts of the tasty treat. I give up, and climb up to his chest, laying my cheek over his pec. "Yeah, well, you deserved it – and I am not just talking about today."

"I know." He whispers.

He shifts uncomfortably underneath me, and maneuvers himself so that he is lying on his side, and I am now lying on the inside of his bicep. He puts a finger under my chin, so that my eyes meet his. "The way I left you…without explaining…was just so wrong." His blue eyes are intense as they search mine for forgiveness.

"Tell me now." I say quietly, averting my eyes, so he can't see how deeply this affects me. I play with the edge of the blanket, in an effort to keep my eyes downcast from Jasper's keen appraisal. "Tell me what happened. I mean, it seems like you and Emmett have something going on, so why aren't you with him right now?"

"We don't have anything going on." He assures me. I look at him skeptically, and he concedes. "Well, we did, but it's over. I did want it to work with Emmett." I try to pull away from him, but he holds me in place.

What am I? Second best?

"Because it was easy, Edward…or so I thought, but it wasn't. It was a struggle everyday to maintain some semblance of a relationship when…" He cuts himself off and looks away, a slight blush crawling up his face.

"'When' what, Jas?"

He hesitates, and continues shyly. "When I realized I didn't want a watered down version of love, I want the real deal." He clears his throat. "…someday." He is looking at me strangely. I try not to decipher the expression, since I have been wrong on more than one occasion when it comes to Jasper, and a lesson I had learned quickly is that being wrong when it comes to Jasper causes acute and indescribable pain.

He gazes at me for a long moment, and then he sighs. "As soon as I found out that you would be doing the scene with me I told Emmett. Of course, he wondered why you were invited to be involved in something that was supposed to be labeled "all-stars", so I told him that I had asked for you. He flew off the handle." Jasper looks pained, as he travels back to another time and place, to recall something that clearly made him very uncomfortable and upset.

I rise up on my elbow and scoot closer, so I can massage his head, running my fingers through his hair repeatedly. His eyes are still far away as he continues. "He was hurt, Edward. I didn't blame him for some of the things he said; things I am not going to repeat, but eventually he stormed out, he found his way back home, and I shipped all of his things to him." Suddenly, I was madder than fucking hell. What did that asshole say to Jasper? His hand comes up to caress my cheekbone lightly, and I immediately calm. Something no one else has ever been able to do, even my own mother.

"I hadn't seen him since then, well…until the flight. He called and said that he regretted how we had left things, that he wanted to talk to me in person, and asked if he could fly up the night before." My anger reaches a boiling point once more, as I realize that they spent the night together before they came here. I start to rise from the bed again, but Jasper pulls me back down, circling his arms around me from behind. "Don't." He whispers into my neck, as if he is reading my thoughts.

I school my features, but I keep my mouth shut because I am not promising a damn thing. Frankly, I have no idea if I can control myself when I see Emmett next...and Jasper, I don't know. How could he let him back in?

"I said "no" Edward. I wouldn't let him back in my house again, and the reason for that wasn't because I would have been tempted." He turns me, so that I am on my back, and he can climb on top of me.

Straddling me, he bends his upper half over me, and his hands come up to cup both of my cheeks. "I. Don't. Want. Him." He emphasizes each word, staring straight into my eyes. "I will never want him, and if an opportunity presents itself, I would never even work with him again. But I cared for him at one time Edward, I didn't want to leave things in such a bad state, so at least, in the hopes that we could balance some kind of strained friendship; I told him he could meet me in Florida since I had a connecting flight there. He did. He was there when I arrived; it was only supposed to be an hour layover, but after we boarded we were advised that there was issues with the plane. It took them three hours to change the fucking brakes, while I sat there and listen to Emmett's incessant rant."

"What happened during the layover?"

His hands run roughly against my jaw, and down my neck, over my chest. "Nothing happened, Edward. I barely listened to anything he was saying, I only thought about how close I was to seeing you again. He…he tried, again to convince me that me and him were meant to be together…and that me and you would be a big mistake." I stir underneath him, itching for a fucking fight. Even though I know Emmett would crush me to a pulp, I want to have a go at him. It would be worth it if I got a few good shots in before he pummeled me.

"Edward…I don't know what is going on between us…or what is going to happen. I won't lie…several people advised me that this is not a good idea, and I can't say that I am in complete disagreement, but all I know is that I want to be with you – here and now. I hope you want that too." He chuckles humorlessly. "If not, this week is going to be real torture."

He turns serious. "But whatever does come out of this week, I want to be your friend." He looks at me pleadingly. "And I know we do need to talk, but I am just really fucking happy to be with you right now and I…" I interrupt him by putting my index finger across his lips. Once he stops speaking I rub my fingertip along the soft, pink flesh, hypnotizing myself in the process.

We have a whole week to discuss the outcome of this, right now I just want to spend a week, with this beautiful boy, in this beautiful place, without wasting any more time talking about negative subjects. I lean up and give him a soft chaste kiss on the lips.

It isn't until he lets out a sigh of relief, that I realize that he had been waiting all along for my response, so it should be of no surprise when he deepens the kiss instantly, desperately searching for additional, non-verbal acquiesce by trying to locate my tongue to make sure it's been given the okay to participate.

He doesn't comprehend that he already has me.

Whatever part he wants, he can have.

When he apparently finds what he is looking for, the kiss softens, and turns completely seductive. My semi-erection turns full-fledged as he strokes my tongue roughly, but languidly, with his own.

My mind is in the process of going numb as he slowly grinds his pelvis against me. His hips slow dance over mine, creating a fuckton of delicious friction. I moan, and join his hips in rhythm, lifting and circling mine in time with his own alluring undulation.

He groans against my mouth and the vibrations from the guttural sound, sets another fire in me, taking my passion to a whole other level. My lips become urgent against his, and my body sings for him. Our naked cocks slide back and forth sinuously, but it's not enough. I still haven't had him inside of me, and suddenly I feel bereft, needing him to fill the hollowness inside of me.

In a moment of utter realization I know it's a hole only Jasper will be able to fill, and that scares me, especially since he appears to be against forming an intimate relationship after this week is over.

"Oh God, darlin', we have to stop." He murmurs against my cheek.

"Why???" We didn't film until Thursday. The torment surely wouldn't begin today…right? Thursday is five long, excruciating days away. There is no fucking way. I'm just saying.

He recognizes the terror and horror brought on by my own conclusions. He laughs, as he climbs off, and lies on his back next to me. "Oh Edward, you are such a fucking open book. I have honestly never seen anyone wear their heart on their sleeve like you do." He grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth for a kiss. "Don't worry, darlin'. That isn't what I meant by having to stop. I am just saying that we should go down and get something to eat. I don't know about you, but I'm starving." He glances at me, and starts chuckling again. "Don't you want to check the place out? Maybe go for a swim or something?"

I look out the window and notice the sun is just about to set. I sit up quickly, and look at my watch…just how much time flew by while we've been reacquainting ourselves with each other? "It's 4:30?" I look outside again, not believing my eyes.

"Yeah, it gets dark here real early. It's nice though, you don't have to waste sunlight eating dinner, you eat after it gets dark."

I turn to him. "Have you been here before?"

"Nope. Umm…Emmett told me on the way here." He says bashfully.

Emmett. "Oh." I say disgustedly. Just the thought of that moron sours my mood. I have truthfully never abhorred anyone as much as I dislike him. I have known my share of haters. I am bold, beautiful and very open with my sexuality, so I have encountered many that saw me as a threat, but Emmett takes the cake.

I know it has everything to do with the boy sitting next to me. In any other situation, I believe wholeheartedly that I would be able to brush Emmett off, but every time I have an encounter with him he manages to get underneath my skin. It's all because I know what he has done to my Jasper…with my Jasper.

My Jasper? Fuck. He isn't even close to being mine.

I am not even sure at this point if I can convince him of the merits of us coexisting as boyfriends. Too many people have gotten to him before me. I will have to spend some serious time thinking of the best strategy, until then, I have to drop the subject otherwise I take the risk of having him take steps backward, and that isn't gonna happen. There will be plenty of time to have this conversation this week.

One thing I do know, and that is, until I can make my case, I will make damn sure that I stick to Jasper like glue as much as possible, so I can abate some of the unsolicited advice that seems to be coming at him from all angles.

I sigh at the weight of that task, because it really means steering clear of pretty much everyone we know here. Which reminds me…

"It would have been nice to get a heads up about Seth."

Jasper bursts into a fit of laughter. "Oh Edward, your expression was priceless."

Damn, I had hoped that I kept my emotions hidden better, but Jasper could see them all the way from across the room. "Do you think he could tell?'

He pulls me back into his arms, so that I am lying against his chest again. He rubs slow circles on my back comfortingly. "What? That you were mortified by his feminism? No, darlin'." He soothes. "Seth thinks he is all that and more. The last thing he would have thought is that you would have been turned off by his…demeanor." His chest shakes with his silent laughter.

"I would have been able to hide it better had I known. I just never guessed." I explain.

"Well, you bottoms are all too girly." He jokes.

He had already braced himself for the imminent and immediate attack. I know he is just playing with me, so instead of smacking the grin off of his face, or punching him in the gut, I decide to solve a mystery, and see if he is ticklish.

And he is…very.

They can probably hear his howling two rooms away, which gets me thinking. "You don't think any of the others are in rooms close to us, do you?"

"No. If you would have hung around after you got your key, you would have known where everyone else is staying. We're all scattered on different floors. I don't know if they purposefully arranged it that way or what…" He shrugs, not really caring either way.

I am lying fully atop him now, and I am loving it. And it isn't in a sexual way either, even though I do love that we are practically the same height, so things line up perfectly. No, it is being in an intimate position, just talking and getting to know one another, that thrills me.

I love to communicate with Jasper. We had learned a lot about each other in Vegas, and there, we had found out that we had a lot in common, so I look forward to having more of these moments throughout the week.

"So, what is up with James and Marcus?" I ask, as I remember the way Marcus acted when James and I hugged.

His brows lift in surprise. "What do you mean?" He seems authentically taken aback by my question.

"You didn't notice?"

"I told you, I had my mind on other things." He grabs my ass and squeezes hard, causing my hips to gnash into his, but I am getting hungry too, so with a heavy sigh I get up and grab clothes to change for dinner.

"I don't know. You'll see. They look like they have something going on between them."

I sift through my luggage and through all of my new clothes. I had my friend, and next door neighbor, Mike, help me pick out my clothes for the trip. I wanted to make sure everything I brought made Jasper crazy with lust, but I absolutely loathed shopping.

I know nothing of name brands beyond what I like in t-shirts and jeans. Mike is a fashion designer, and without really having to say more, he is overtly gay, but we never hit it off in that way. From day one we had a silent understanding that we would have nothing more than a purely platonic association. He was excited about being given the duty to purchase all of my clothes, but not as eager about the budget, but all in all, at the end of the day, he seemed more than satisfied with my ensemble.

So, I pull out this black, with white pin stripes, polo-type shirt and black pants. I am not really sure how this was supposed to make Jasper die of unrequited desire, but since that really isn't the point anymore I mentally shrug, and meander absently into the bathroom to clean up, and try to tame my wild tresses.

After about fifteen minutes of the usual frustration, Jasper comes up behind me and locks his hands on my hip bones. He studies my labors through the mirror before he lets out a small laugh. "Give it up darlin'. You're just destined to look like a ridiculously, gorgeous sexpot, 24/7."

Now, I am not a guy that needs a whole lot of compliments. I am pretty self confident when it came to the physical department, and I know I hold my fair share of attraction to the same sex, but damn, hearing Jasper say things like that to me, just makes me fucking blush like a schoolgirl.

I notice that he has changed clothes also. He's wearing a polo shirt too, but his is a dark, but vibrant blue, making his eyes look bright and luminescent. I gape at him and am happy to see he blushes, as well, under my scrupulous perusal.

I wonder if Jasper realizes he holds the switch that can turn me on in a moment's notice. Just taking all of him in, fully clothed ignites a fiery blaze in me. I will never take for granted having him in the same room with me…ever.

My hands lift of their own accord, and involuntarily sweep under the curls resting along his cheek to grasp and pull the hair at the back of his neck. His head bends backward under the pressure. His eyes show unrestrained want, not unequal to my own. His tongue darts out and swipes his upper lip, as he stares at my mouth. Fuck. I can't seem to control my actions when it comes to him.

"What the fuck do you do to me?" I whisper fervently, while I come undone. I crash my lips to his lush, perfect ones.

Hands start to explore, as tongues collide. Hard cocks grate against each other, as heartbeats accelerate. Breathing becomes an impossible function, as neither one of us are willing to back down from this tornado produced by our mutual and unfettered attraction toward one another.

Jasper reaches down and clutches onto the back of my legs, lifting me up and placing me on the counter. His hands grasp the sides of my neck, to hold my head still while he assaults my mouth. I yank his shirt from underneath his waistband. I am just about to pull it…rip it…whatever the fuck it takes to get the damn thing off of him when there is a knock at the door. The noise breaks us from the spell, and we both pull away as if we have been burned. Jasper's eyes are wide, with a touch of mourning of possibly not being able to finish what we started. "We'll finish this later." I promise, answering the soulful look in his eyes.

I try to control my breathing as I watch Jasper re-tuck his shirt. With a cloud of lust hanging over our heads I walk blindly to the door, and look through the peephole. I look back at Jasper. "Tanya." I whisper, as I unlock the door. I am just about to pull it open…

"Wait!" Jasper says. He rushes over to me, and tries to smooth down my shirt, and attacks my hair with a vengeance. Awareness dawns, and I realize that he is trying to make it look like we weren't fooling around. It saddens me to see that this is how it is going to be. He is going to be the Jasper I know and love while we are alone, but in public he wants everyone to think he is actually heeding their advice.

I am a dirty little secret, just like I had been in high school. My "boyfriend", Eric, all through high school had hidden his true desires in a closet, and me along with them. He broke my heart when he left for college without a second glance. I finally gathered the courage to find him on Facebook last year. He married a nice Christian girl, and has twin boys, living the decent and respectable life his parents always expected of him.

I swore after he left me I would never let anyone put me back in a closet. I know that this situation doesn't warrant me taking that many steps away from the freedoms that I enjoy now, but it hurts nonetheless, more so, coming from someone I know that could destroy me; more than Eric ever could.

I wonder how much Jasper saw in my face, because his hands stop their movements in my hair. I look up into his eyes and am met with what can only be described as regret. He reaches behind me and pulls the door open to find Tanya openly inspecting us, just as I am sure that Jasper anticipated based on the small tirade that just took place.

"We are going to do some small candid shots in the morning of everyone together in various different places on the grounds so meet us in the main lobby at ten." She starts to walk away and then turns around. "Hey, you guys stay out of trouble." She says with a huge smile on her face.

Like she doesn't fucking know…but we'll just go ahead and pretend.

It is just a week. I can do it for him…for a week.

As we walk down to find a restaurant, Jasper attempts to keep the line of communication open by maintaining small talk. He speaks about meaningless things like the weather which he had tracked every day since he found out that we were coming, and what activities the resort offered that interested him. I am happy to hear that I also enjoy the same things he does.

"I figure maybe on Wednesday we can partake in some water sports and other things to take our mind off of…um, other things."

I smile knowingly. "To get us all nice and tired."

He clasps my hand with his, and swings it between us, grinning back at me. "Exactly. Maybe after a full day of doing all that stuff, we can go get massages…make us even more sleepy." He nods his head happily at his own suggestion, making him look all the more endearing.

"Hey…look over there." I point in the corner, where James and Marcus are standing. Marcus is leaning against a wall, and James is leaning into him. They are speaking, but the way that James is inclined into Marcus' body makes the gesture very personal.

"You're right." Jasper acknowledges my astuteness. "Something definitely is going on there. Hmm. Interesting."

James starts to turn his head our way; I drop Jasper's hand quickly, and dig both my hands deep into my pockets. Pain slashes across Jasper's face briefly.

This is what you wanted.

I hide my own distress over the whole façade I am being forced to play out by smiling at James who has now noticed us and backed off of Marcus surreptitiously.

Apparently, we are not the only ones that want to play this game. I wonder who instigated it in their little affair.

"Hey boys." Marcus says, as we approach them.

"What are you guys up to?" Jasper questions.

"We are heading to Pastafari for dinner." Marcus says, and then looks at James. They have some sort of silent communication, which furthers my theory that they have some type of relationship beyond work, because you can't have silent conversations with someone you just met, or haven't seen in a few years.

"Did you want to join us?" Marcus asks, and his invitation seems genuine.

Jasper looks at me to answer for the both of us.

"Is anyone else going to be there?" I ask suspiciously. I want to have a relaxing evening with Jasper, and didn't desire a run in with McDildo tonight.

James' smile is wide and contagious. We all smile in unison, knowing exactly who I am referring to. "Nope. Just us…as far as I know. But I don't keep tabs on everyone else, so I don't know exactly where they decided to eat."

"Okay, sounds cool. Do you want to Jas?" Shit. I probably should have called him by his full name, and not the shortened version that only certain people use. I just am not used to all this ambiguity.

I look down at my feet in agitation as I wait for his answer.

There is a short moment of silence before Jasper puts his arms around me. I look up quickly, wondering if James and Marcus split on us, but they are still standing there. I glimpse at Jasper who is looking at me with that same look of remorse he had moments ago. "It's totally up to you darlin', as long as I am with you, I don't care what I eat."

"Oh…okkkay." I respond. Forgetting about anyone else, I stare into Jasper's eyes, wordlessly thanking him for changing his mind, and not making me go through a week of pretense. I hear James bark out a laugh, and I don't know if it is because of something Marcus said, or if it is just because they are watching our exchange, and find it humorous. All I do know is that I really don't give two flying fucks, because Jasper isn't going to be hiding us this week.

James pats us both on the back. "Yeeeaaah…why don't we just meet you in there?" They walk away laughing.

Jasper backs me into the same wall that Marcus had previously occupied. He looks down at his shoes, while he contemplates something. When he looks back up his expression makes me want to fall to my knees. I don't want to jinx it by ruminating what I think his expression means, so I close off all thoughts on the subject.

"I keep on making mistakes with you, and I am so sorry. I don't want this week to be full of secrets. I just don't care what anyone thinks anymore. Please forgive me, for continuing to screw this up."

I answer him with a chaste kiss…but nothing with Jasper stays innocent. He opens his hot mouth, and his tongue flicks against my lips. "Open your mouth." He demands quietly, and I comply immediately, but he doesn't do anything. I open my eyes to see his blue ones averted in a different direction. I pull away to look in the same area.

Ugh. My worst nightmare is standing there gawking at us.

Jasper turns back to me and smiles sardonically. "Didn't I tell you to open your mouth?"

I break my gaze away from Sasquatch, and return it to my man. "Yes, you did." I part my lips slightly.

"Do you think that is wide enough for what I want to do to your mouth Edward? Open wider and show me what you fucking got."

I open my mouth wide enough for him to examine my tonsils. He instantly fills the gaping hole with his tongue, as he pushes me into the wall with the ferocity of his need, but he breaks away as fast as it all began. He takes a hand and puts it over his heart, and I can feel the rapid beat as he also struggles for breath. "I am so glad that you are here with me, and I will not hide that fact from anyone." He searches my eyes for doubt, and when he sees none he grabs my hand and pulls me forward. "Come on sexy, let's go eat something, so we can get to the better part of the evening."

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"It's cold, Edward." He whines.

"It's not that bad. Come on ya big baby." I coax.

I am waist deep in the ocean, while Jasper holds back on the fringes of the beach, barely getting his feet wet.

"I shouldn't be swimming. I ate a big dinner." He reasons.

"You did not." I argue.

None of us did. None of us wanted to be bloated for our performance so we all stuck with soup and salad. We did break down and order a basket of bread, because every time they brought some out to the tables next to us our mouths watered from the tantalizing smell. Each of us took a piece of bread, and I think Jasper may have had two.

"Okay darlin' I am gonna be real honest with you. I am scared. It's too dark, and there are sharks and shit in there."

Didn't he basically live on an ocean?

I laugh. That encourages him to come into the water just enough to push me hard, and then rush back out.

"Jasper, they made this area for us, I mean, I am not going to lie and say its filtered or anything, but this is specifically designed for the nocturnal crowd. They must have done it for a reason."

They didn't really promote people swimming in the ocean at night, but they did block off an area if you insisted on doing it. They built a dock, framing a wide expanse of water for our nighttime enjoyment. I think it was built more for them stopping you from drifting out too far, rather than keeping any wildlife at bay.

At this time, there are two other couples in the water, but all you can see of them are faint shadows as they cling around the wooden planks that served as a border, pushing the limits imposed on them by the governing bodies of the Hedonism resort.

"Please baby? Come on…you'll love it. I promise I'll make it worth your while." I bargain.

He growls, and takes a few baby steps into the water. I do backstrokes as I wait for him to come in. "It feels really good." I persuade.

"I'm coming – just hold on." He says irritably.

One of the couples is hanging out by the east side dock, and thankfully, the other couple is on the northern dock, since I probably couldn't get Jasper to wander out that far. We aren't out here to make friends, so I swim out to the dock located on the west side for privacy.

In the distance I hear laughing and splashing as the lovers on the opposite side frolic playfully in the water. The noise startles Jasper, and he freezes in the water watching the altercation through squinted eyes to see if anyone is, in actuality, being attacked by any of the local ocean life.

It takes him a few more minutes before he finally reaches me. "Okay, so I am out here, so what is the big fucking deal?" His voice shakes, and I am not sure if it is from the cold water, or his fear.

"Come here." I beseech. He swims the few strokes it takes to reach the edge of the deck. I hug him, as I finally get to press the hard-on I have been sporting since we got out here into his abdomen. I wrap my legs around his waist, and push my cock into his stomach.

"Do you want your reward for being such a good little daredevil?" I ask, lowering my mouth to his.

"Yes." Jasper hisses against my lips. He ravages my mouth urgently, and again I have no idea if it is me, or his panic of being out here, and needing something badly to take his mind off of where he is, and the consequent repercussions that exist in doing so.

I pull away and grab his hand. I swim until I find a ladder along the ledge of the dock and I grasp it with both hands. When Jasper comes up behind me I push my ass into his groin. "Fuck me Jasper. Please."

His groan is heartfelt and anguished. "I don't have a condom, Edward." I reach in the waistband of my shorts and pull out the foil package I had previously placed there for this very occasion.

"Oh God, did you plan this?"

I push my ass into him again. "Yes, Jas. I need to feel you. Please."

"Okay, let me stand on that for a second." He pushes me aside gently, and grabs the metal rung. He pulls himself up enough to have his waist above water.

"Here, let me. You just hold on." I say. He hands me the condom, and holds himself up with both of his hands. I extricate his thick boner from his swim shorts, and I apply the rubber quickly.

"Are you sure this is going to be okay for you? It isn't going to hurt at all?" He looks worried and unsure.

"I don't know. I've never fucked in the ocean, Jas. Just get your ass in here and let's try, okay? I'll be sure to stop you if it hurts." I keep my voice low, because even though I can't hear anything from the other four people it feels like everything is echoing around us.

He dips back into the water, and I regain the ladder gripping it tightly in each of my hands. There will be no foreplay this night. There will be other times where we can worship one another's body. This is all about need. Since I set eyes upon Jasper again my body has ached to hold him inside of me; to feel his strong, lithe body move in tune with mine, setting a fire only he can quench. "Give it to me Jas."

He pushes his dick in slowly, inch by inch, until he is fully encased inside of me. He whimpers, and shudders behind me, and knowing that I have that affect on him, leaves me with a feeling of unadulterated euphoria, that engulfs me in a maelstrom of intense emotions.

My chest tightens, as he holds me close. Our bodies are flush, as he wraps both of his arms around me tightly. His mouth is pressed over my shoulder, placing small butterfly kisses over the area fervently.

"Oh, darlin', you feel fucking amazing. God, I missed this. This Edward…this…with you. How come I have never felt anything like this before?" He continues to utter praise, and prayers while he pumps slowly.

The water makes everything go in slow motion, so a quick, hard fuck is pretty much out of the question, but for this, it is perfect. I stare up at the sky, complete with a full moon and a smattering of millions of shiny stars. I try to keep my moans to a minimum, but I soar higher, and to places I have never been able to reach before, with Jasper.

His kisses become nibbles, and when he pushes into me deeper, and with harder thrusts, I feel my impending orgasm coming forward. I reach down and jack my cock in "sprint mode". I stroke myself as furiously as I can, wanting to reach the finish line with him.

"Darlin', Oh god, Edward." He huffs. His moans generate a fluttering in my stomach, and my dick to twitch in my hand. I can't hang on for very much longer. "I..ohhhh…ah Jesus…" He gives up on speech, and bites down on my neck…hard, which is the catalyst that sends me over the edge. My body jerks and spasms as I unload in the salty water. Each ripple of my orgasm tightens the muscle on Jasper's dick and I hear him cry out, with his own pleasure.

His forehead rests on the back of my head, and his lips are pressed against the back of my neck. "Edward." He whispers.

I can't find my voice to respond, and I am not really sure he is even asking me to. He yanks me forcefully around and presses me into the ladder while he devours my mouth unexpectedly.

Moments later, he pulls away, and stares at me hard. "Edward. You are…" He struggles with the last word, releasing it on a tortured breath. "…everything." His eyes are sad, and he turns quickly, and heads for the shore without waiting for me to follow.

Give me time.

Hope swells inside my chest.

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We are walking back in, while both of us are attempting to collect all of the moisture from our bodies as we towel off on our way in.

"Don't you live by an ocean Jas?" I ask my question from earlier.

"Yeah, but I don't go out much in it, and never at night. I like pools."

"So, did I help you overcome that fear?"

"Nope."

I have the towel moving furiously in my hair, and I am pretty much walking blindly, so I am surprised when Jasper suddenly stops me, like I was about to walk off of a cliff. "Wha…"

"Shhh. Look."

I drop the towel from my head and look in the direction Jasper is, and there stands James and Marcus again…this time in a full blown lip lock. This isn't just a friendly kiss by any stretch.

I have given my share of platonic kisses, some of them even including tongue, but this is all together different. This one is full of desire, and want, as both of their hands roam over each other's toned physiques. I can feel my cock stirring in my shorts, as I watch the amazingly hot couple engage in a passionate embrace.

Jasper's hands clench into fists, and I know that he is equally as turned on. They pull away from each other before Jasper and I can react, they both look our way, and they are looking pretty fucking guilty, if I do say so.

"Hey guys. Whatcha doing?" Jasper asks, with an evil smile.

"Hanging out. Y'know, going over the details of our shoot." Marcus says vaguely.

Jasper and I both give our own renditions of a snort simultaneously.

"When is your shoot?" Jasper asks.

"Wednesday." Marcus responds.

"So, what do you say about letting us watch your performance?" I inquire, as I look at Jasper to see if he minds. Surprisingly he looks at the two of them with a shy smile.

God, I love this man.

Hopefully, before this week is over, I can convince Jasper that I am a worthwhile endeavor, because I have no reservation that he is exactly who I want.

"Naw, man, Felix was pretty adamant about everyone having a quiet and closed set." Marcus says, but he turns to James, and they begin having another one of those silent conversations they are becoming famous for.

They both smile at each other, and Marcus actually wraps his arm around James' waist. "But we were just about to go practice, and you are both more than welcome to watch that if you want to."

I love this job.

AN: So, some of you may have realized that the teaser that they posted on Jaspersnaughtygirls blog was not in the chapter, because Edward still did not get as far as I had planned, and that my dears is why I never give teasers!! Anyway, the teaser that posted WILL be in the next chapter, even if I have to write 10000 words to get to it.

Thanks again, I hope you are enjoying the story. Reviews are greatly appreciated.