A/N Thank you to all the reviewers especially the guest's as I can't thank you personally. Also to those who have put the story on alerts and Favorites. This story is rated M for a reason. If beautiful, luscious male on male love making is not your thing I suggest you click the little x on the top of the page.

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Chapter 3

For the next six hours the photographer and his assistant were busy in the dark room going over and over the negatives to find the perfect photos. It was almost nine when they opened the door getting a well deserved drink. Grabbing Seth a light beer, they sat at the breakfast bar flicking through the photos that were ready for Rose to choose for Jacob. Paul's photos were also done as none of them failed. Seth ordered a taxi and called his lover to tell him he would be home on time.

"Jasper's birthday is soon. I'm throwing him a party which you will be attending. I made sure we wouldn't be away this year," he thumped Edwards arm. Last year they should've been home from Australia however, Edward was not happy with any of the locations, finding the light to harsh. Jasper was unable to join them so, he and Seth ended up Skyping each other. Thousands of miles from each other having to be satisfied with tossing themselves off in front of each other. "I want to ask a favor and you can't say no either cos, you owe me big time," he said.

Edward nodded, his friend was right. He had fucked up big time. He had forgotten the date and Seth never told him. He was employed to do a job and that is what he did without complaint. "What's the deal, Seth. I will come to your little shindig. What else do you need?" he asked.

"I want you to take my portrait for Jasper," he blushed. "One for our bedroom," he picked up his beer and took a gulp. Edward frowned when all of a sudden it dawned on him what exactly the portrait would be of.

"I would be delighted Seth. Finally, I get you in front of my len," the photographer laughed.

"It's a one time only offer but, you can't tell anyone about it. We don't allow anyone in our room, including the housekeeper," he smiled letting go of the breath he was holding since he first asked. It was a huge step to take but, he knew that his lover would love the portrait of him. "I was thinking in Brazil because I want it to be beautiful and let's face it, what place is more beautiful than the rainforest," he smiled getting up and kissing his friend as the taxi was waiting for him.

"Wait, Jasper is coming," Edward said.

"Oh, I know. Makes it more exciting, don't you think?" he was gone before the confused photographer had time to process what he had just said.

Finding a frozen dinner in the freezer, he placed it in the microwave before getting the photos ready for pick up in the morning. He couldn't help but take a last look at Jacob's beautiful smile. Sighing, he put them in the envelop when his dinner was ready. He checked his watch and decided he had time to call his mother before it became too late. After eating the muck that was called food, he threw the dish in the bin and picked up his phone sitting in the lounge looking over the cityscape. This was the one thing that made Edward buy the penthouse. It cost more than he had intended to spend but, he believed it was well worth it.

As he expected, his phone call was long, his mother having so much gossip. Edward's father walked out on her when Edward was a baby, neither of them hearing from him again. She had worked three jobs to keep them comfortable and his piano lessons, which he loved. As the phone call came to an end, she requested her favorite tune. Chuckling, Edward kissed the air bidding her good night setting the phone on the piano and closing his eyes, letting the music come from within. It had been too long since he had played and vowed that he would practice in the morning. He continued playing until near midnight.

Before hanging up his phone, he checked to hear his mother's shallow breathing. It was customary for her to take the phone to bed and fall asleep to her son's playing. When he first sat at the piano, Edward ran his fingers across the keys like they were part of him. By the time he was nine, he'd won many scholarships to music schools. He played in front of the president of the United States. It was at that performance he noticed the photographers all vying for a photo of the most important man in the country. He could've tried going into politics however, it was the camera he was drawn too. After many photos with the president, he asked the press secretary if he could try taking a photo of him and the president together. He was handed a camera by one of the press and set the two men up. His photo made the front page of the New York Times. His mother had it proudly hanging above the fire in her home. That Christmas, he begged for a camera. It wasn't long before the piano became a hobby and photography became his passion. His mother was always supportive of her son believing he had to follow his dreams, something she was never allowed to do when she was growing up.

Turning off the light, he headed to bed. Tomorrow he would have to be up for the courier. He wouldn't trust anyone handing them over, not even Carlisle. Stripping, he headed to the shower and stepped in with both jets on. Starting with his hair, he closed his eyes and let the image of Jacob laughing flood his mind. His deep baritone voice echoing around the studio along with Seth's soft baritone laughter.

Massaging the shampoo into his hair his growing member was begging to be touched. He tried resisting as he grabbed the soap and lathered himself up. Starting at his shoulders moving down to his chest in circular movements. He paid particular attention to his hardened nipples. Images of Jacob flicking his tongue around them making them even harder. Letting out a soft moan he travelled down to his torso through the ridges of his six pack abs. Unlike Jacob, he had to work for his body to look like it did. When travelling, he always insisted that they had a gym so he could workout when he had a spare minute. He was not one for going for runs preferring to pump iron.

His hand went between his cock and stomach teasing himself. The spray on the back of his body ran down his back trickling down the crack of his ass. He hadn't had sex in so long. Not that he hadn't had the opportunity, he just wanted to find the right guy. Many called him a romantic for waiting for Mr Right. He was never one to jump into bed with just anyone. Cleaning his ass and the back of his thighs, he moved around and washed the front of his legs and feet. Looking down he saw his still hard throbbing cock, the head purple. Putting more soap on his hand he lathered his cock with long smooth strokes, his thumb brushing over the slit. His other hand cupped his balls in his hand and rolled them gently. The whole time thinking of a young native under him writhing with pleasure as his cock brushed against his prostate gland and his balls slapping against his butt cheeks. The soft brown eyes that seemed to read into his very soul looking at him lovingly. Letting go of his balls he leaned on the shower wall stroking his cock between two fingers and thumb. As his balls began to tighten he gave faster, erratic tugs and he came hard and fast. His head now resting on the wall along with his hand as he milked himself dry. His legs were shaking from the effects. He turned the water cold for a few seconds before turning the shower off. It still took a few minutes for him to be able to push himself from the wall to grab a towel. Never before had he brought himself so much release.

"Shit," he whispered. He was screwed and he knew it. A part of him wanted Jacob to not get the Brazil shoot, that way then he would hopefully, find a cute Brazilian and have his wicked way with him forgetting the young native boy.

Surprisingly, sleep came easily for him and was startled when awoken by the phone. Groaning, he leaned over noticing the time and he jumped out of bed. The courier would be here. Telling the porter to send him up, Edward grabbed some pants and padded out to the foyer after picking up the envelop. After closing the door from the courier he padded his way to the kitchen pouring himself a coffee. The day was clear and the sky blue. Deciding to go get some real food for the house, he finished his coffee turning on the television watching the headline news. As always, it was all doom and gloom. His phone rang and he looked to see it was Jasper, no doubt with another job.

"Morning Jaz," he said walking to his computer turning it on so he could bring up the calendar. There weren't many empty days. This would be the longest break he would have till Christmas where he would go spend the week with his mother before he came home and relaxed. He did enough travelling with work so didn't feel like doing anything but enjoy his city. Somehow or other he managed to find another area to be discovered.

"Morning, Edward. You sound chirpy today," Jasper chuckled. "You might not be when I give you the offer of a job I just nabbed. But, they will only work with you," This was worth a lot of money not just for himself but, for Edward as well.

"Now, why doesn't that surprise me you would be the one to ruin my day Jaz. I thought you were going to take a few days off with your boy, anyway," he chuckled. Jasper's breathing hitched. "Oh my god, he's blowing you right now isn't he? This couldn't have waited for two minutes?"

"No, they want a answer now and no comment about what my baby is doing," Jasper moaned softly. "I will call you back soon," the line went dead. Lucky bastard, Edward thought to himself.

There was a knock at his door meaning it was Carlisle as no one was allowed up unless they were granted permission. He stood there baring gifts. In his hand was a fresh bagel. Opening the door wider, he let him in going to the kitchen pouring two coffees. This had become a ritual for the two of them. He would talk about his wife, Bella and his beautiful daughter, Renesmee. They truly were sweet although, looking at Bella, Edward often wondered if she could smile. But, her heart was in the right place and as fine a cook as any. As for Renesmee, she was your classic beauty but, she also had the smarts wanting to follow her father into medicine. Carlisle wouldn't stop her from doing so even though it had nearly killed him. But rather, he would be there to make sure she had balance in her life. Their talk was light that morning and he warned him of any guests coming and to just let them up. The only one that normally came up unannounced was Seth who seemed to get everyone to look at things his way.

"Resnessme is going to stop off with my lunch and is bringing you a few homemade meals. Bella hates thinking of you not eating properly. I will just make her pop them in the fridge shall I?" Carlisle smiled picking up his hat and heading to the door.

"Tell Bella I'm forever grateful," he smiled rubbing his stomach. Bella's food always made him feel hungry when he thought about it.

The rest of the morning Edward checked his emails and paid bills before heading to the store to buy supplies for the game. He was excited that he could show Jacob his home and wondered how he had gotten on at the call. Arms full of snacks and even beer, he got home giving him time to change and get the snacks ready. He decided to wear simple jeans and his Yankee's t shirt. He paid particular attention to his hair combing it so there wasn't a hair out of place. The part perfectly straight. His hair was his best feature as far as he was concerned.. Reddish in color it was almost rust with his skin pale to match. Thinking it was time for a haircut, he didn't hear the front door open.

"Eddy, where's the beer?" Seth's voice came through the penthouse. Smiling, he put his comb down and with one last check he went to greet his guests.

"You know where it is and you can grab everyone a cold one," Edward said kissing Seth's cheek before doing the same to Jasper. "Had a busy morning did we? Lucky I didn't wait for your returned call," he said as he headed to Jacob who was staring out the window at the cityscape. He put his hand on Jacob's shoulder and squeezed enjoying the contact. Jacob turned and smiled at him holding out his hand. "Like what you see?" he asked enjoying the young man's large hand in his.

"Not bad, seen better," he shrugged but laughed. "You have a fucking way cool apartment."

"Would you like me to show you around," he asked as Seth came over with a beer for Jacob and a water to Edward.

"You're not drinking?" Jacob asked.

"I will have one with the pizza, I am not a big drinker," was all Edward was willing to explain. "Come on, we have time before the game," tapping his glass against the bottle in Jacob's hand.

Jasper and Seth were already on the couch cuddled up with each other drinking, happy to let the couple look around. After all, they'd seen the apartment before. Jacob whistled his appreciation as they went through the penthouse stopping to look at Edward's own work he had hanging up. "Why do you do advertising when you can do this?" the young man asked stopping at Edward's favorite art.

"This is my hobby, not my job. Believe it or not, I see a huge difference," he smiled doubting Jacob would understand. Not many people did but that was okay, he loved his work just as much as his hobby. But these photos were personal and he would never share them with anyone but family and very close friends. Seth and Jasper had a few and of course, his mother.

"I'm hearing you, man," Jacob said smiling. "Me myself, love working on cars. Everyone said I would become a mechanic. Hell no, it's my hobby I want to be a chemical engineer," he sighed. "It's my dream to go study at MIT."

Edward whistled, that was really impressive. It was the world's number one school for engineering. "What does your family think of you modelling?" he asked. Jacob just shrugged his shoulders.

"My father," before he could say anymore Seth called them saying the game was about to begin. "Anyway, how many bedrooms have you got?" changing the subject.

"Oh right, three bedrooms," he came to the first door and opened it. "This is where my mom normally stays," trying to explain the feminine look of the room. Edward had allowed his mother to have her say in the room. Compared to the rest of the house, it was least modern but nonetheless, it seemed to fit. Shutting the door, he led him to the next room. This one was stark but comfortable. Jacob's eyes went to the photo on the wall behind the bed.

"Oh my god, is that you?" he asked laughing.

"Okay, moving right along," Edward gave an internal groan. He had forgotten he had that photo in here. Seth had taken it as he came from his bedroom after he had just woken up. He loved the photo for the lighting and decided to blow it up as he had no photos of himself. Seth had told him he looked sexy with the just woken up bed hair. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just his jeans a smoke hanging out of his mouth and bare feet. He tried pushing Jacob out of the room but Jacob turned and went closer to the photo.

"You should keep that look, it suits you," Jacob finally said following Edward out of the room. Edward raised an eyebrow shaking his head. "Makes you look younger, just sayin," he said. He walked ahead of Edward to the last door turning to Edward waiting for permission to enter. Opening the door, the model stopped dead in his tracks. "Who the hell has a bath in their bedroom?" he kicks off his shoes and steps in the bath beer still in hand. "I wouldn't want to get out. You could easily have a lady friend in here," Jacob said sipping his beer looking at the view. "One question, aren't you worried people will see you naked? You don't have blinds," he asked standing up and getting out leaving his shoes.

"I can't say I have ever had a lady friend, let alone in my bath. Plus, the windows are tinted so I can see out but no one can see in," he chuckled.

"Sorry, I didn't know," the young man blushed. Looking around the room he started noticing art with naked men rather than naked women. "So, do you have a partner?" he put his hand on his mouth. "God, shut up Jake," he said.

"Its fine, its not something I advertise. My friends and colleagues know. The answer to your second question is, no. My life doesn't help with my love life," he gave an encouraging smile to the still blushing man. "Come, the game is about to start," he smiled holding his arm out for Jacob to exit his room.

Again, Jacob walked past giving Edward a nice view of the model's ass. When they got to the lounge, Jake jumped over the couch and grabbed some peanuts and started watching the intro of the players. "Boston is so going to win," he said looking at Edward and winking as he sat down on the chair, side on from the television. This started debates about the teams and who would win the league. The game was forgotten as the men started talking about life in general. How the subjects came about no one knew but, no one was complaining. Jacob's phone rang and excusing himself he went to the kitchen. It was the cue for Edward to order the pizza asking Seth Jacob's favorite. Jacob had been half an hour. Getting worried, Seth went to see where his cousin was.

"Jake?" he said walking into the kitchen seeing his cousin sitting at the breakfast bar with his head lowered. "Hey, what's wrong?" he wrapped his arm around his shoulders and let the young man cry on his shoulder. Seth drew circles on his back shushing him as best he could. Jasper came through the door but, seeing the two men he turned and left them to it. Pizza could easily be reheated.

"He knows, he fucking knows," he sobbed.

"Know's what? Who? Jake, you're not making sense. Talk to me here," Seth whispered running his fingers through his own hair.

"I gotta go. I will call you when I can," he got up and went to the door. "Thanks for the beer, I will see you next week," he said his feet still only in socks. He tried to open it but he was all thumbs. "FUCK," he cried turning and sinking down the door, his knees at his chest.

Edward sank down beside him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "Jake, you don't have to talk but, don't go. You can stay here. Why don't you try eating. You will get lost if you go out there," he said. Jacob didn't say anything but nodded.

Jacob didn't tell Seth he had run away from home. He was sick of the beatings he was getting. He had forged his father's signature to allow him to come to New York and work. He tried to lie about his age but, Rose insists that she sees birth certificates of all her models. The young man's phone rang again and he looked at the screen with a shaky hand. "It's Rose," he said. Edward took the phone.

"Hey, Rose. Jacob is indisposed at the moment, can I pass on a message?" he said not giving her a chance to say anything. There was a long pause. No one but Edward could hear what was being said. "Sure, I will let him know. First thing tomorrow morning, got it. Oh, and Rose, can you let Esme know he will be staying with Jasper and Seth tonight?" he said before hanging up. He looked at Seth and smiled. "How do you like Brazil Jake?," he smiled patting Jacob's shoulder. "Come on, I'm starving. I got you meat lovers," standing up he pulled Jacob with him. He brushed his hair behind his ears and wiped the natives tears away. Jasper came over with a tissue.

"Thanks," Jacob sniffed.