Stefanie Meyers owns the characters.
Rated M for adult content. Slash. Edward/Jasper
As an author, I am always making decisions on where to take a story. With the original Photoplay, I took the story in one direction, which most of you enjoyed. A few, however, prefer their boys to be left alone. This is for them (and me, because I love writing about just boys too). Chapters 1 and 2 are the same as the Original story, as is the first part of Chapter 3. So go to midway through Chapter 3 to see the new material.
Shit. Where was he? He'd promised to help me with this.
"Jasper, I don't know where Edward is. I'm sure he'll be here shortly. Do you mind if we get started?"
The tall blond man in docs, ripped jeans and leather jacket, smiled and put down the magazine he was reading. "Not at all. How do you want me, Bella?" He winked at me, acting coy.
I grinned. "How do you think, J? I need you naked, of course."
He sighed, as if it was a huge trial to strip for me. As if he hadn't done it many times for me before. As if he wasn't getting paid for his services.
I fiddled with the camera as he took off his clothes, piling them neatly on one of the chairs. I may have peeked a little. Okay, I peeked a lot. He was a beautiful man.
He caught me looking. "See something you like?"
"You know it. Too bad I can't have it." I went back to setting up the shot.
"That is a shame. If you were a man, I'd be fucking you right now." He drawled with his southern accent and my panties about melted.
"Good to know." I said. "I need you to lie down on the bed by the window, on your back, please."
"Yes, ma'am." He murmured and did as instructed.
Once he was in position, I allowed myself to really look at him. I was photographing him after all. I had to examine the composition, the lighting, the position of his … oh, holy hell. Who was I kidding? I was enjoying the pretty as much as anything else. The piece I was working on was for a gay men's magazine. The goal was to produce some erotic shots of men together, without necessarily revealing their faces. That was how I had persuaded Edward to be involved. He wasn't a professional model like Jasper. Although he had the body and face for it, his personality was not suited to modeling.
Jasper lay there on the carefully disheveled white cotton sheets, his long lean surfer's body stretched out in the sunshine from the window. Jasper was a bit of a 'bad boy' and he had the tattoos to prove it; a tribal design on his bicep and a snake twining around his left leg from his muscular buttock to mid calf. Both his nipples were pierced too, and he had o idea how often I'd fantasized about sucking them and playing with those tiny barbells with my tongue (also pierced). Okay, well, maybe he did have an idea. I might have even mentioned it once or twice. I really was without shame. And we were pretty open with each other. He knew I'd do him in an instant if he'd let me. I knew he only wanted boys with big cocks and tight little asses.
Hence, Edward. I figured, if I couldn't have Jasper, at least I could live vicariously through my best friend. Edward had a very big cock and a fuck worthy ass. Again, if I had been born a man, I'd've tapped that pretty thing long ago.
Alas, I was what I was; a not-unattractive (some would even say pretty), yet wholly untouchable, female. At least, I was to the men that I consistently found the hottest. Gorgeous gay men who seemed drawn to me although not in the way I'd wished for many times.
"What do you want me to do, Bella? Just lie here?" Jasper asked, breaking me out of my trance.
"Huh? Oh. I guess, just do whatever you'd do if this was your bed at home and I wasn't in the room." I suggested.
"All right." He said quietly and I watched as his right hand moved slowly down and wrapped around his beautiful, semi-erect cock.
"Yeah … that's perfect …" I murmured, and started taking shots while he stroked himself slowly, lazily; as if he was indeed home on a sunny Sunday afternoon with nowhere to be. He turned his face to the wall and gave himself up to it.
Just then, I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs and there was a quiet knock on the door. Jasper didn't seem to hear and I was reluctant to miss the opportunity to shoot his inspired actions, so I quickly slipped over to the door and opened it, beckoning Edward into the room.
"Shhh. Just sit down and be quiet, please. We started without you."
"Okay." He whispered and took a seat quietly.
I went back to the camera and clicked away. Wow, Jasper was really getting into this. His beautiful cock was at full attention now and his hand moved along it at a slightly quicker pace. His breathing was fast and his chest rose and fell with it. He was staring away from the camera, at the wall, and just letting himself go. It was beautiful.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked quietly.
I saw his cheek move as he grinned. "Big, glorious cocks and tight asses …"
Uh huh. See?
I looked over at Edward and his eyes were locked on the image of Jasper, lying on the unmade bed in the sunlight, playing with himself.
He shifted in his seat and I knew what this was doing to him; because it was doing it to me too. He met my eyes and mouthed the word "Christ" and looked back at Jasper. After a minute more of watching, he stood up and came over to stand beside me. But his eyes were still on Jasper.
"Bella, who the fuck is that?" he whispered.
"A friend of mine."
"I thought you were gonna get one of those twinks I always see you with."
I looked at him with a horrified expression. "Are you fucking kidding me? I need men for this one, Edward. Strong, fully-grown, masculine men. That …" I pointed at Jasper. "Is all man."
"No fucking kidding. Is he gay?"
I nodded. "As the day is long, Edward."
"Fuck." He swore and I saw him press his hand against the front of his jeans.
"You gonna be okay? I mean, do you still wanna help me out?"
He glanced back at Jasper, whose cock seemed to have gotten even bigger. "Well, it's a dirty job but …"
"Okay, smart-ass. Take off your clothes and I'll introduce you."
"Wait – do you have a mint or something?"
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Edward; in the bowl on the coffee table. Did you just have a smoke?"
He nodded, looking at Jasper again as he popped a mint into his pretty mouth and started to undress. I swear, I had the best job ever. "I think I need another one."
"No fucking way. We're already late getting started. I hope you at least showered today?"
He gave me a look. "Of course."
Jasper must have heard us then, because he turned his head at that moment. He stared at Edward and a grin broke out on his handsome face. "Hello, Edward."
Edward stood there, frozen, with his shirt off and his jeans pushed down to his knees. His big erect cock was outlined clearly beneath the thin cotton of his black boxer briefs. His eyes were wide and the color had left his face.
"Jasper," he whispered, when he was able to speak. "What the – what the hell are you doing here?"
I really tried not to laugh at the expression on Edward's face, but it was a priceless moment.
"Well, now, that should be fairly obvious, Edward." Jasper drawled, continuing to glide his hand along his straining shaft."
Edward turned to me, his face a mixture of bewilderment and terror. "Bella …"
I shrugged. "Edward, I had to do it this way. You've been pining for the man for weeks but you're too chicken to talk to him beyond a quick 'hi' in the quad."
"But … this is …"
"This is perfect. You can skip all the awkward small talk and get to really know each other." I looked at Jasper and back at Edward. "I mean, really get to know each other."
He hesitated, looking from me to Jasper and back again.
"Come on, Edward." Jasper murmured. "I won't bite … unless you ask me too."
"Oh, shit." He muttered and pushed his shoes and jeans off, his face reddening. "Isabella Swan, you are gonna pay for this."
"You know I'm gonna pay you, Edward. I'm paying you to pose naked with a man you've wanted to fuck since you first set eyes on him." I shrugged and took some more shots of Jasper. He'd never stopped moving his hand. He was a consummate professional. "Hell, you should be paying me. Or, at least, a thank you would be nice."
He shot me an angry glare as he piled his clothes next to Jasper's. "I'm leaving my shorts on." He stated.
"Why don't we have a little warm-up first, Bella?" Jasper suggested.
Hmmm. Maybe that was a good idea. Edward could be shy. And stubborn. "Okay. Fine. But the boxers come off in ten minutes."
Edward nodded and cleared his throat. "Um … what should I …"
"Why don't you get up there on the bed with him? I think that would be a good place to start, don't you?" I couldn't hide my sarcasm. He was being such a dolt.
He flipped me the bird but did as he was told. Jasper moved over to give him some room.
"I don't know why you haven't just asked me out or something, Edward. I'd have said yes."
He looked at Jasper and his shoulders relaxed a bit. "Really?" I heard him say.
I rolled my eyes. Honestly, the guy had no idea how gorgeous he was. Looking at them both right now; Jasper with his blue eyes, blond hair and tattoos and Edward with his messy auburn hair, green eyes and lanky frame, was doing naughty things to my insides.
Jasper nodded. "Oh, yeah. And now that I've seen you like this …" his eyes traveled up and down Edward's almost-naked form. " … there's no turning back."
"Did you know?"
"When Bella asked you to model with me, did you know I'd been crushing on you?"
He nodded. "Well, I suspected. And Bella confirmed it."
"Okay, boys, enough chit-chat." I interrupted. "I need you to give me something."
"Uh, like what, darlin'?" Jasper asked, probably figuring that Edward needed some help.
"Well … Edward, why don't you go on your hands and knees over Jasper while he's touching himself. Just look at him and let me see how great it looks. You can touch him if you want to." Jeez, for a smart guy, Edward had trouble with the simplest things. If it was me up there I'd probably have my mouth around Jasper's cock by now.