Authors: DKinney and maryhell.

Rating: M for language and guy-on-guy action.

Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight or anything related to Corbin Fisher; we just love messing with the characters.

Pairings: Edward/Jasper and Emmett/Liam

A/N: This fic has been dedicated to all the Corbin Fisher fans out there. We hope you like our story, but if you read and don't like it feel free to have a go at your own. We have combined our favorites from Twilight with our favs from CF. In short we have seriously fucked with the characters so apologies in advance if we haven't done the couplings how you may have imagined. We already know that we are going to burn in hell for this story, but if we're gonna go down, we're gonna go down blazing. We like our version and hope you do too. It's a bit of fun that we seriously enjoyed writing.

A huge Travis's tongue (lol) to our beta, cocoalvin, who has worked her wizardry and kicked ass this time! You ROCK, baby!

Just Nuts – Easter Bunny outtake.

A/N: This part of the story was written long before the sad passing of Sean from the Corbin Fisher Studio's. Since we write the story having in mind the real CF posting dates and Sean was the first one to shoot topping Zeb, Sean features in parts of this fic, and we did consider changing his name but decided we wanted to remember him in our story as well as the the CF House. Please, we don't intend to offend anyone with it and considering his participation was completely harmless to his memory, we decided to keep it.

We thought we'd post this Easter special for you. At this stage in the boys relationship they can't get enough of each other and are basically 'fucking like bunnies' hence the name of the outtake. Perhaps it's the spring air.

Enjoy.

The boys moved in together in February – it's now Mid March.

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JPOV

No way... No. Fucking. Way! They are not doing it on top of the dining table again, are they?

Why can't they keep it in their bedroom? I've already repaired the fucking thing twice. Two legs are now held on by extra strong brackets, screws and more no-nails glue than is considered healthy for a table. But according to them, it just made it even stronger and easier to fuck on.

It was past one on a Saturday afternoon, and Ed and I had just taken a nap. I woke up thirsty and was en route to the kitchen when I heard sounds coming from the dining room. There was the sound of wood banging or rocking, skin slapping on skin, gasps, murmurs, whimpers and soft moans. It had been like this since they got together! My apartment was a mine field! Only the mines were horny men, and the explosions were orgasms ready to go boom as soon as the horny mines put a particular piece of equipment in place.

When I was alone, before Edward, I would reverse my course and return to my room, frustrated. Liam and Emmett, at the time, had a relationship I craved and thought was unreachable. I was not the jealous type, but after my liaison with Joel, I gave up trying. I had Alice and little Riley, and I knew Alice loved me as her friend and partner in crime, but I felt lonely nonetheless—until I found my Eddie.

Now that we were together, "stepping on the mines" kind of pissed me off. Don't ask me why—I just felt like they could be more considerate and not fuck martini style—anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyhow around the house! At the same time, I knew Edward was a bit of an exhibitionist. He was not a Liam or anything, but sometimes when the boys went to Las Vegas and we didn't, we had sex on the balcony and Ed just loved it when people stared at us.

We never did anything to make us feel embarrassed in front of our roommates, though.

They however, were never shy in showing how much they "loved" each other. Emmett was a horny fucker who would wear Liam out every single day. Liam, who was not far behind as a sex addict either, didn't complain. I lost count of the times I'd arrived home to one giving the other a hand job, a blow job or a finger fuck under the covers on the couch while watching TV. If anyone but us saw them, I'm sure they would think they were Siamese twins joined at the dick. Liam loved being finger fucked and coming just from Emmett rubbing his fingers against his prostate.

How did I know all that? Well… it was not like Liam could keep his mouth shut about it. He also raved about how Emmett's cock was a perfect fit to his ass!

When Edward moved in, I tried to explain how things went with Liam and Emmett, and he tried really hard not to be surprised with it all. This was the first time Emmett and Liam had gotten physical in the common area of the apartment since he'd moved in though, and I was really afraid of what his reaction would be.

Seeing Edward pacing the vanilla-colored carpeted floor towards me gave me an idea and I stopped him. "Wanna watch something interesting?" I whispered with a naughty smirk on my face. He responded with a nod and a white toothed smile. We crept carefully to the living room, knelt down and crawled like cats behind the couch.

Peeking over it, curious about all the slurping noises, gasps and whimpers, Ed and I tried our best to hold in our giggles. I guessed that answered my queries about Eddie's reaction. Emmett and Liam were doing the old bump and grind on top of the dining room table! They were big guys! What if the whole thing collapsed with them on top of it? Again.

Okay… they weren't both on top of the thing. Liam was on his back on top of the table, while Emmett had two feet on the floor, pounding his ass, while leaning over Liam, pressing his legs towards his shoulders, and kissing his lips like his life depended on it.

Damn, Emmett was so fucking sexy it was breathtaking, with his ass muscles clenching with every thrust. I looked at my boy beside me and he wasn't finding it funny anymore. His luscious green eyes were pure lust. His pink tongue was slipping out, moistening his lips.

Hmmm… interesting.

Looking below his waistline, I could see the bulge growing inside his pants. Who would have known? My boy was a voyeur! I had to take advantage and tease him, of course.

Carefully putting my mouth close to his ear, while keeping an eye on the action, I murmured, "Hey babe… what do you think of that, tell me?" Ed didn't even blink, mesmerized by what he was watching. It amazed me because he had been in a few scenes himself already and he still had that kind of, in awe, response to watching the guys fucking.

"Tell me what they're doing, baby," I whispered with a husky voice, positioning myself behind him, both of us on our knees, spying over the back of the couch.

"Oh, fuck," was his first reaction to my request before continuing with, "Emmett is holding Liam's hands with his left one above Liam's head. Liam… Liam has his head back… Emmett is licking up and down his neck. Oh, God!"

"Go on baby… What else?" I murmured. My tongue lightly skimmed up Edwards's neck. His eyes were glued to the scene.

"Emmett is pounding so hard… Shit! That must feel so good," he said, lowering his already weak voice in the end.

"Really? You think that's good? Do you like it when I fuck you hard like that?" I whispered sensually, ending my question with another lick up his neck finishing with a nip to his earlobe, it startled him. He nodded enthusiastically but he kept his eyes on Liam and Emmett, watching greedily. "What else, Ed? What else are they doing?" The fact that I was also watching never stopped him from narrating our friends' shameless fuck in front of us.

"Emmett is slowing down… Damn, he's going for Liam's cock. Liam's tongue is out and Emmett is sucking on it. Oh my god." Edward was breathing deeply at the sight before him.

At this point Edward's right hand flew to his cock, trying to sooth the pain from being hard and encased in his jeans. The teasing wasn't over yet. I pulled both his hands behind his back and he tried to fight it.

"Shhhhhhh… You don't want Emmett and Liam to know we're in here watching them, do you?" He shook his head no. "So, don't fight me."

I held his hands with my right one and with my left one—yes, I'm left handed—I started roaming around his nude chest, my lips barely touching his skin, my hot breath fanning down his neck. Ed's eyes instantly closed and his head fell back on my shoulder.

"Open your eyes baby… I need you to tell me what they are doing," I ordered.

"Can't," he groaned, "Feels too, good."

"Then I'll have to stop making you feel good… I wanna know what's happening." I slowed the caresses that had almost reached his cock to a stop.

Edward opened his eyes quickly and resumed his narration. "Holy shit!" Ed whisper-yelled. I could hear Emmett's cries and I was almost positive he was coming.

I opened my own eyes, which I had closed so I could concentrate on my boy, to check the table top play. I heard Liam's rushed lustful voice. "Fuck me baby… Fuck me… Your cum feels so good inside me! You're still so hard for me!"

Emmett increased the speed of his thrusts and attached his lips to Liam's as I slid my hand down Edward's pants to grasp his cock. He whimpered, but at that point his arousal must have been painful, because he started thrusting up into my fist as soon as my fingers closed around his shaft. His upper body fell forward, his forehead touching the back of the couch. I could hardly hear him when he said, "I wanna fuck you Jay… Please, let me fuck you."

I immediately answered, "Whenever you are ready, love."

Edward turned around and growled, pushing me to the ground, the full force of his body lying on top of me. His cock ground against my sweat pants, my own rock hardness feeling his through the cloth. His lips sucked, teeth bit and his tongue soothed in a frenzied emergency to consume me.

"Baby… I wanna fuck you right here… there's no lube."

I loved it when Eddie boy was desperate for a fuck. Which he almost always was.

"Gimme your cock, babe… fuck my lips and I'll get you ready."

Gathering a good load of saliva in my mouth, I watched Ed straddling my chest, his brows furrowed in worry.

"It's okay, babe, with the way you are worked up, soon your cum will become our lube," I teased him. His lips curled up in a naughty smirk as he positioned his cock to breach my lips.

As soon as I coated him in a good thick layer of spit, Ed knelt back between my knees, freeing my legs from my pants and I opened up for him. It was not out first fuck of the day, so I was still nice and stretched for him from earlier.

Leaning down to reach my lips, Ed entangled his fingers in my short strands of hair, still moving on top of me, grinding, thrusting up and down my body.

"Need you inside me, baby," I softly uttered. Ed's hand trailed to his cock and he was still for a second while he aligned himself with my hole.

As I felt him slide through my ring, I heard Liam's loud cry along with the slapping noises from the dining room.

Edward started thrusting into me franticly. Thank God, because between Emmett's moans, Liam's whimpers and cries, the slapping and the squeaky noise from the table, I was so horny and needy I could never have taken things slow.

His thrusts were short and strong and fast, his body trapping my cock between us, and his lips by my ear moaning, "Jazz, I'm gonna come so hard… So hard for you, baby. "

I guessed Ed was getting fond of narrating sex adventures. He couldn't keep it low anymore while pounding my ass. His loud moans mixed with Emmett's and Liam's in the background, and the sounds of our slapping and theirs and the squeaking table all rolled into one huge fuck party!

Soon, I felt Edward's cum hit my walls and it warmed me inside, soothing the burn from having lubed his cock with only my saliva.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh….." I heard him mouth as he searched for and captured my lips in a searing kiss.

Pulling back, he perched on his knees, holding my legs, giving me more room to work on my cock. I cried in pleasure while he still fucked me hard. He never let me down! Never had he ever gone limp before I could come too if he came first!

I grasped my cock firmly into my fist and as he thrust into me, my cock also jerked through my fingers.

I closed my eyes for a split second and when I opened them again, Emmett and Liam were standing right behind Edward, looking down at us fucking on the living room floor behind the couch.

My eyes opened wide, but Ed had his closed. He sensed them, I suppose, because he didn't even flinch when Liam's hands started caressing his chest and abs from behind, attaching his chest to Ed's back, and his lips to Ed's neck. Ed sped up even more and gasped. Liam's eyes never left mine in search for approval. I smiled at him.

I always knew Ed's craziest fantasy was for the four of us to be together sexually. The boys knew that, too. But we still didn't know if Edward could be this detached and cool about me being physical with another man in front of him. We also didn't know how I would feel about other hands and body parts close to his besides my own, given my jealous frantic state back in Corbin's house.

Emmett knelt down by Edward's side and asked in a husky voice, "Do you mind if I pump Jay's cock, Ed? Help him come?" Edward just shook his head no. I was on the verge of coming already, watching Liam working down Edward's body, one hand cupping his balls softly and the other roaming about his body. As soon as Emmett took my cock in his strong hand I knew I wouldn't last long! And I needed to! I wanted Edward to experience what it was like to be together: the four of us.

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, Edward opened his eyes and looked down at Emmett's hand stroking my cock, and at me, a writhing mess under his and Em's touch. Looking into his eyes I couldn't hold back any longer and my cock convulsed, my come shooting all over my abs and chest, up to my chin, coating Emmett's hand that kept on pumping every bit of my seed out of my dick.

I saw Edward's lips parting and his mouth turning into an O shape while his eyes closed and his head fell back, uttering a growl, "Fuuuuuuucccccccck!" and I felt his cock shooting inside me once more!

That was the third time my boy had come today, and it was only about two in the afternoon.

Coming down from my orgasm-induced dazed state, I opened my eyes to see Em licking my come from his hand, then my torso, before leaning down and giving me a small peck on my lips. I quickly looked at Edward, afraid of what his reaction might be. I was surprised to see him lip to lip with Liam, in a lingering kiss, as Liam pulled Ed's cock from inside me, joining it with mine and pumping us both together a few more times.

I shivered as his hand touched my sensitive head. And so did Ed. Still holding Ed from behind, his lips brushing on Ed's skin, Liam commented, "You guys are so hot together… you have no idea."

Emmett at this point was on his knees drooling as he watched his lover's hand pumping the two slick cocks together slowly.

"I wonder how long Corbin will take to notice that," Emmett observed.

Way to go Em—how to kill a high in seconds. Ed's eyes shot to mine and suddenly we were concerned. We had talked about that possibility and we dreaded having to be together in such a way. We could hardly control ourselves when we had sex. It felt too good to just torture ourselves denying each other the pleasure of coming. What we did often was "flip flopping" as Corbin would call it. It was the most effective way we found to make our lovemaking last longer.

All those thoughts came crashing down on me. With time I'd embodied the dominator role in front of the cameras. Ed was still the shy boy in his videos. What if Corbin decided I should top? What if he decided I should bottom?

Topping would be difficult if I had to play the dominating role. I don't know how much acting I was supposed to endure while fucking my boy, the boy I loved and cherished. Bottoming was even harder for me to control shooting my ropes away—once Ed started reaching my prostate with that sweet cock of his, I was done for!

Emmett snapped me out of my thoughts when his smiling face looked from me to Ed to me again, and asked, "So… what were you boys doing here before all this started?"

I looked at Ed who looked back at me and we started laughing hard, Edward falling on top of me after freeing himself from Liam's hold, holding me in his arms.

From that day on, we promised we would never fuck outside our bedrooms. It was enough to have ruined the dining table and living room carpet with cum stains.

Walking into the tattoo parlor was an experience. One wall was covered with designs and pictures of happy customers, while another had mirrors and chairs on it. In some ways it was a little like going to the hairdresser's, but with a difference. A couple of seats had curtains that could be pulled around, presumably to protect a client's decency. Books and magazines contained images of art work instead of hair styles.

I had no idea what was in my boy's head. I'd previously come with him to the parlor when he got the outline done for his dream design, but I still didn't understand why people felt the need to torture themselves like that just to write or draw stuff on their skin.

The first time I asked him why he was doing it and he said the message meant a lot to him―FORZA―strength in Italian.

"But why in Italian?" I'd enquired.

"Cuz I'm part Italian," he replied with a duh look on his face.

"Masen? Italian? Isn't that Irish?" I asked confused.

Edward rolled his eyes at me and explained, and held his hands in the air in a true Italian ay ay ay gesture, "Not the Masen part… My mother is of Italian descent."

"Oh… okay," I acknowledged, but I still didn't get it.

Today the artist was filling in the letters, since he had forgotten to use the anesthetic cream two hours before having the tattoo done the first time he was here. The tattoo was huge and the artist wouldn't go any further after the hours of pain Ed had been put through during the outlining of the thing. It was so big it covered his left side completely, written vertically in a medieval font.

I didn't let him forget the cream this time.

I had to admit, despite me not understanding the urge to ink your skin with a design for life, an subconscious primal part of me found that my boy looked all sorts of hot with that tattoo and I couldn't wait to fuck him sideways, caressing and kissing his inked skin.

The artist was almost done when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket, considering how I was feeling at the time, I considered transferring it to my front jeans pocket and leaving it for a while before answering, but instead, I took it out and checked the caller ID―Corbin.

I took the call, booming, "Corbin, my man!" impersonating Emmett, a joke between me and Corbin.

"Travis?" I heard him ask sounding puzzled.

"Yeah… that's me!" I answered with a laugh, shoving my hand in my pocket to reposition my cock after it's impromptu salute.

"Did I dial the wrong number? I could swear I was calling Zeb!" FUCK! I had Zeb's phone on me not mine! Bad, awful idea giving him the same iPhone as mine!

I instinctively turned and looked at Edward wide-eyed, my chin dropped as I was trying to find a way out of this mess. Corbin didn't even know we were friends! And he would never imagine we were in love or in a relationship!

In the heat of the moment I decided to go on with the lie.

"Well, you must have switched our numbers." I lamely replied.

"Let me check," he said making my stomach churn at the thought of him finding out about us.

After probably checking his directory, he commented, "No, this number is listed as Zeb's… weird. Whatever, I needed to talk to you too, anyway," he said dismissively

Phew! I wiped the sweat that was running down my forehead. By then, Edward was in full panic mode just looking at my startled face.

I raised a hand to him, trying to signal for him to calm down while I kept listening to Corbin. "I need you here in two weeks for the long weekend. You are shooting a scene with Zeb, you know, the new guy from Miami. Oh! You do know him! You two were bunked together the last time he was here."

I was astonished with the whole thing. It took me longer to answer this time.

"Oh… yeah, sure," I answered, trying to sound as though I was racking my brain as to who Zeb was, and hoping I was being convincing. The truth of it though, was that internally I had played this scenario over in my mind many times. We knew it could happen and part of me was petrified that it would signal the revelation of our union.

Bringing myself back to the present, I heard Corbin give more details. "Your video is going to be aired in CF Select only later this year, but it's so hard to book this boy that I'm shooting two videos with him this time. It's his first times bottoming, so I need you to be extra careful." Corbin sounded stern and concerned.

"So, am I breaking him in?" My voice was trembling and tentative.

"No, Sean is," was his dry response.

I felt a pang in my heart and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds.

"Sean is?" I repeated his statement feeling a bit dizzy, having to steady myself by resting my one hand on my knee.

"Yeah. Okay, I'll have Pete book you the flights. Are you staying for the whole weekend?" he asked.

"Are Connor and Dru going to be there too?"

"I'm sure Connor is. Don't know about Dru yet," he replied.

I thought for a few more moments before asking, "Can I decide later and let you know?"

"Okay. E-mail Pete when you make up your mind. Talk soon, kiddo!"

Ending the call I could hardly speak when the phone rang again. I handed it to Edward so that he could answer his own phone this time. He stared at me the whole time he was on the phone. I already knew part of what was being said and I just couldn't concentrate on his answers to Corbin. My head was reeling—trying to plan ahead, trying to imagine what it would be like to fuck my boy in front of all those people. How would I hide the love I felt for him from all those prying eyes?

Suddenly images of Sean caressing, kissing, fucking Edward started haunting my thoughts. I shook my head trying to shake them away too. My eyes met his, his eyes mirroring the fear and worry mine were showing.

The tattoo artist was already covering his ink with A&D ointment and as soon as Ed stood up, he asked the artist for a few minutes of privacy and hugged me tight―he knew I needed that, understanding the mess I would be.

He whispered words of comfort in my ear, "We'll be there together. You'll walk me through it, the same way you did the other time," ending it with a kiss on my temple.

"Sean is the one breaking you in," I stated.

"No, you are," he corrected, kissing my neck. I pulled away to look him in the eyes. He went on, "I asked Corbin for our scene to be shot first," his eyes were holding my gaze, his arms still around my waist.

"Why?" I just couldn't get what difference that made.

"I told Corbin I wanted you to be the first to top me, said the boys in the CF house commented on how you are really careful and attentive with newbies. I also told him I was afraid of bottoming. So he accepted my request."

"But why? What difference will that make? He'll be fucking you anyway!" I was irate! I knew he would go back some day and bottom. It was the natural course with any new guy in CF. I was definitely NOT mentally or emotionally prepared for it yet though.

" 'Cause I want you on the first flight out of Vegas as soon as we finish shooting our scene." He was serious. Searching his face I found nothing but solemn resolve.

"What for?" My eyebrows furrowed, forehead wrinkled, and all the hairs on my back of my neck were up!

Edward pulled me closer to him to answer., "I know how hard it was for you to wait for me that last time, and we weren't officially together back then."

Cupping his face between my hands, I told him, "You know there is no way in Hell I'm gonna leave you there by yourself," kissing him deeply.

As I peppered his face with small kisses, I heard him say, "I want you home while I work. You need to get used to this. You know how much I need this, but I also need you to not torture yourself while I'm doing my job." I leaned my forehead on his chest, shaking my head from side to side.

Edward pulled me by my chin to make me look at him again. "How would it make you feel if I had a panic attack every time I knew you would be working?" The sincerity of his emotions was obvious from the look in his eyes.

I shook my head again in desperation. "I know… but… Why don't you? Don't you feel bad at all when I'm shooting a scene? When I'm fucking someone or being fucked?" I had been to CF a couple of times after Edward had moved in and he'd stayed home waiting for me.

"I gotta admit I don't like it when you bottom for other guys. I'm not as experienced as many there and if I could choose, you'd never bottom for anyone else but me. When you top, I feel better about it, but I try not to think about that when I'm home. I keep myself busy making it a lot easier to cope with."

I trailed my eyes away from his but he pulled my face back to his again, ensuring his green eyes were focused on my brown ones. "If I know you'll be coming back home, things will be easier for me,"

Nodding my agreement, but closing my eyes at the pain I knew it would cause me, I heard him say, "Promise me," making me look at him once more. "Promise me you'll be on that flight." I held him, avoiding the answer, instead I just commented, "The morning after… I wanna sleep with you there," and buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. God I loved his smell! Edward sighed, but eventually nodded his acceptance.

Those fifteen days of wait almost killed me. While in class, my mind was home with him. While with him at home, my mind went to the CF house and the events to come. What soothed me was that I made love to Edward every night.

It was instinctive. I would take him, or he would ask for me to take him. It felt like we were rehearsing or training for it. Every time we would take longer to come. I tried to look for positions in which both of us wouldn't feel like coming so soon. We needed to pass an impression of a first time together. I already knew we would fail miserably. Edward couldn't keep his hands off me; I couldn't keep my lips from him. It was slow, tender, loving. I wanted him to remember me like that. I was afraid of what Corbin would want me to do to him during the scene. Corbin loved it when I went into Dom-mode. I didn't know what I would be able to do to my boy depending on what he asked.

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I was the first to arrive in Vegas. Edward's, I mean Zeb's flight was an hour later, so Pete and I waited for him at the airport for a while.

"Is Connor here already?" I tried making conversation with Pete.

"Yeah… He's getting ready to shoot a few scenes with Corbin. I'm off to Hawaii tomorrow night! I still need to pack." He was thrilled.

"Hawaii! Nice!" I was relieved Connor was shooting the scene with Corbin. At least there would be one 'knowing' pair of eyes.

Zeb arrived, we shook hands like it was our first meeting and ran along to the house.

We were dead silent in the car and Peter must have found it strange, but said nothing.

Arriving at the CF house, we learned we were staying in the same room, because they were shooting many more videos and all the other rooms were taken. As soon as we closed the door, Edward held me tight and pinned me against the wall kind of clumsily, hitting my head a bit when pressing his lips against mine.

"We need a strategy," he said, releasing my lips.

We talked and talked and we came up with a plan to try and hide our familiarity with each other's bodies. We cuddled in bed until it was time for him to prep. I helped him out douching as I usually did. He took a shower and left the room before me.

Arriving at the scene room, I saw Corbin already talking to my boy. Zeb was relaxed and at ease, a slight smile on his face as he answered Corbin's questions. "So you won't lie on the title, but I will have to lie in the interview?" He sounded amused, but I think I heard the wrong end of the conversation.

"Well, you left me no choice. I can't call the video Zeb's first time, or I would be the phony one, but you'll pretend it'll be your first anyway." Corbin was also really relaxed. "I understand the nervousness and the choice for Travis to top you for the first time. Are you plugged?" he asked.

"Yeah… since I arrived," Zeb answered unashamedly. He was confident and okay with his sexuality now. I loved that about him.

"Hey Travis, join us, please?" I heard Corbin before realizing I was still stuck at the door. I walked in and that's when my fit of giggles started. I was nervous—this always happened to me when I was nervous.

I sat next to my boy and after talking some more, Corbin asked me to prep Zeb's ass before the shoot.

Surprisingly, I was rock hard and the idea of fucking my boy in front of all those people kind of made me hornier than I thought it would.

Palming his cock through his jeans and underwear surprised me even more! He was hard too! I always knew he was a bit of an exhibitionist, but thought that would excite him only showing off to strangers. I was wrong. I took his pants off, laid him on the bed and started sucking him off teasing his hole with the plug. Soon my love was a mewling mess, having to restrain himself from thrashing around in ecstasy, so I removed the plug, lubed him some more and pulling my pants half way down, I asked him to turn around as we had planned and I took him from behind, really slowly. He gasped a bit and I halted and waited till he adjusted to my girth, so I moved on thrusting in deeper and deeper until I was completely sheathed in his warmth. All I wanted was to lie on top of him, and feel his warm sweet skin on mine with his back against my chest, but I knew I couldn't. I moved my legs so his were closed in between mine, and I started pumping slowly into him; my arms supported my body and my hands were on both sides of his torso.

I wanted to kiss him, hold him, make him feel loved, but I couldn't.

I heard, "Could you go a little harder and faster? See if he can handle it?" Damn you Corbin! I thought.

"Is it okay?" I asked Zeb. I knew it would be okay, he was used to having me like that, but he was supposed to be an ass virgin guy and Corbin was pushing it.

Zeb just nodded. I went faster and I knew everything was okay by his moans. God, we had agreed he wouldn't moan so much. After prepping him we tucked ourselves in and sat with our backs to the headboard.

Corbin started asking his oh so informative questions. "So Zeb… did you have a good flight?" Zeb answered with a small nod. "Have you been studying a lot lately?"

From the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me, as if asking for my permission to tell Corbin the truth, and I shook my head no really discreetly.

"Yeah… Kinda," Zeb answered, so Corbin dropped the question.

"Ready to have your ass pounded by my man Travis here?" Corbin said, ending the interview with a chuckle.

Zeb just laughed, looking at me with the most glorious smile.

I thought the questioning was over, but obviously Corbin thought different.

"What's Zeb short for?"

This question left us flabbergasted. Did he want to show viewers this whole thing was a charade? Everybody knew our names were protected by our 'artistic' ones, so why ask him that? Maybe he was out of questions.

Zeb looked at me again but I decided to stay out of it. If I came to his rescue, people would notice how protective of him I felt. Looking back at Corbin, he answered, "That's a good question."

"Zebediah?" Corbin encouraged.

"I don't know… actually we never discussed that, I think we just… straight up…" He seemed confused.

"You didn't discuss it with your parents?" Corbin cut him mid sentence.

"Yeah, yeah… that… no, think… maybe something―"

"What else do you not discuss with them?" Corbin fired. What the fuck was going on in his brain today—this was getting a little screwed, and not in the fun sense either.

"Uhhhh, nothing at this point," he sighed and laughed nervously. Of course his parents didn't know what he was doing, or where he was doing it. My giggling had receded but I was still fighting it and when Corbin turned things my way I felt I wouldn't be able to hold it back for long,

"Hey Travis," he said.

"We have our ups and downs," I said not even waiting for him to ask me how things were.

My cheeky boyfriend then turns devil man and turns Corbin's question to me.

"Do you discuss it with your parents?" So now both of us start giggling, like the two fools we had become.

This was turning out to be the kind of conversation that belonged in the series Twin Peaks, only there was no Laura Palmer and I didn't see a really short or a wiry tall guy, but as far as Corbin was concerned I was about to have some Cherry Pie.

"Yeah, I know that was kind of an accident." What the fuck was Zeb talking about? "Oh, well."

By now I'd completely lost the plot. "It is what it is," I said, stifling my giggles.

"I guess… I guess the cat is out of the bag now, right?" And my giggles were back in full force.

Corbin gave us the signal to get started. I turned to Zeb and he was already eagerly on his way to kiss me. We kissed the way we had planned, Zeb holding off a little, while I, in theory, showed him what it was like to kiss me, Travis, the man on screen, properly. Using a little tongue to begin with, I graduated to flicking it into his mouth. He let out a small moan, which had me snaking my hand to the back of his neck and holding his face to mine. I loved the feel of his soft short beautifully groomed silky hair. I lapped at his taste, finding it hard not to lose myself. Any acting skills I'd learned to date were going to be used today.

While on his knees, Zeb removed my shirt leaning down over me, gently encouraging me back to the bed and kissing me, savoring the taste of my skin, my chest, my nipples, each and every one of my abs, waistline… He was all over me. Oh, fuck… The song 'My Boy Lollipop' by Millie Small popped into my head—I tell it to fuck off as I fight to regain my self-control. All I can feel is the softness of his lips caressing my skin, and I have to run my splayed hand all over his back and up his neck.

I took the dominant role again, we were on our knees as he peeled his own shirt off, revealing for the camera his tanned flawless body. My hand flew to his cock over the fabric of his jeans, palming and massaging his size for the inquisitive camera. His hands were all over me again, which was something we had previously ruled out as part of the scene. Thankfully, soon he remembered, letting his hands fall to his sides, but he couldn't keep them to himself for long though.

After a long time of stroking, touching, kissing, caressing and licking, nonstop, I heard Connor say, "Hey Zeb, move on. We know the boy tastes like heaven, but we need to speed things up or we will have to roll this all night till you decide to get to fucking." I laughed, noticing Zeb's lips were still attached to my skin as he grunted his recognition at Connor's words.

Leaning back I allowed him to continue his assault; going for his prize he slid off my belt, kissing my waistline the way he knew I love him to do. His hand blindly groped my shorts finding purchase cupping my cock, this triggered fuck-mode in me and I started thrusting against his hand, relishing on the feeling of his lips on my skin and my cloth-covered-cock in his hand.

Stroking his back and neck, I encouraged his lips back to mine, pulling him to me by the back of his head. Returning to our knees, I cupped his ass with one hand and supported his back with the other as I carefully turned him around. Laying him on the bed, I took the utmost care with my boy, showing the camera that a person's first time being topped should be dealt with carefully and with sensitivity.

I straddled his waist, and kissed him thoroughly, finding it hard to let his lips go, but I did, and kept peppering southward bound kisses over his skin—at least I tried to go south, but was betrayed by my own lips that sought his while I pulled his arms up by his hands, pinning them above his head.

After sating my lips thirst for his, I finally navigated my way back south, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses down his olive skinned body which Edward (at home) had described as feeling like a trail of fire. I kissed and licked everywhere my mouth and pliable tongue could reach.

I knew I would drive him crazy licking up and down his happy trail so I didn't over do it for now. I pulled back and sat between his legs, fondling on his zipper to free him from his jeans. Before I could remove them, my lips found their way back to his skin.

Traitors.

I lapped my tongue over his hip, and his happy trail. Looking up, I could see my boy was watching my every move with lidded eyes—so, so hot!

I caressed his cock once more, checking to see if it was ready to be free, proud and hard for me.

"You're pretty hard down there," I mused with a smirk, continuing to stroke over the fabric, as my lips attached to his sensitive spot again. I kissed him some more. The thought of his jeans, and all their fabric, between us became too much, so I removed them, sliding them off his legs, and discarded them somewhere.

Lying on top of him, I started dry humping him as I left my lips attached to his. Each of us were spurred on by the action of the other. His hands slid to my ass under my shorts, 'UUUNNNNNN,'caressing my cheeks then up my back, and down to my cock. I wanted more, so I yanked my shorts down a bit, freeing my butt so I could feel his touch on my taught muscles. The feeling of his hands cupping my ass cheeks, stroking my back, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, made me impatient for more; more of him—more of me with him.

Returning to my knees, but hating the lack of contact, I slid my shorts all the way off. Zeb did the same with his boxers, releasing the beast.

Crawling on top of him, I placed my knees on the bed, straddling his chest and offering him my cock to suck. I didn't have to say a word. Zeb eagerly reached for it, sucking it into his warm, wet cavernous mouth, drawing gasps out of me.

"Someone's hungry." I smirked. He didn't even flinch, just kept sucking like a champ. I reached back for his cock, knowing he would be aware of his surroundings despite my cock in his mouth, which was making his cock soften. I started stroking him, making sure I didn't do it as well it was up to me to keep him ticking over until the big finish.

With every suck on my cock, Zeb drew moans and grunts from me, letting me fuck his lips deep at times, then sucking my head over and over again, releasing it with a pop, licking over my slit.

I loved it when he put my cock inside his cheek. And today it all felt so fucking good. "Fuck yea…" I hiss, letting out "hmmmmms…" and "ahhhhh…" before asking Zeb to suck my dick. My boy knows how to suck cock. Soon it all became too much and I had to pull my cock out or I'd come.

Kissing his mouth, recognizing the taste of me on his tongue, there was only one thing to be done―I went down for his cock. Kneeling between his legs, I pumped his half-soft dick with my hand, then engulfed his length right away, sucking my way down, holding it at the base, bobbing my head just the way I knew he liked it.

Edward, I meant Zeb, leaned on his elbows to watch his cock going in and out of my mouth. I loved it when he would swell inside my mouth like that. I liked feeling his muscles go rigid between my lips, knowing it was happening because of what I was doing to him, and looking at his green eyes while doing it was just fantastic!

I opened my mouth and let his cock slip out, licking the underside of his pole, tapping his crown against my tongue. I knew how much he'd beg me to suck him.

He didn't disappoint. "Yeah… yeah… suck my cock," he panted, and when he was happy with his cock inside the warmth of my mouth, I deep-throated him, releasing him again, driving him crazy.

Holding his cock with my hand, I exposed his balls to me and with the flat of my tongue, I licked from his ball sack up to his crown, down and up again, sucking his head back into my mouth swirling around it with my tongue, deep-throating him again.

I glanced at him several times while bobbing my head and sucking hard on his crown―I knew that was what he liked best. He looked punch drunk or in this case 'lust drunk'.

After deep throating him a couple more times, I released him and pumped his cock saying, "This is a nice stiff dick." Then I engulfed him once more. I needed to keep the charade and try to treat him as if it were our first time together. "Wanna get fucked?" I asked.

Without hesitation he answered, "Yeah".

His hand caressing my back and my head showed a level of tenderness we weren't allowed to have, but I couldn't care less anymore. His cock fit perfectly in my mouth and I just couldn't get enough of it.

After blowing him a while longer, I held his cock in my hand when I went for his lips, kissing him thoroughly.

Fuck, I loved how he moaned every time I kissed him.

I pulled back to prep him and the dam broke. Instead of just aligning my cock to his hole and fucking him, I held him and kissed him and humped him, rubbing our cocks together, craving his love and affection in a way I never did with anyone before on camera, not even with Joel.

Connor cleared his throat at us and I finally realized what I was doing, so I pulled back and went back to the regular drill. Zeb was lying on his back, his legs wide open for me. I held his left ankle high up, aligning my cock to his already lubed hole with my left hand, and asked, looking into his eyes, his hand stroking his cock, "Are you ready for this?"

"Yeah."

"Alright?"

"Okay." He gave me a trusting look, before glancing down at our cocks and hands, and movements.

I hissed at the feeling of my cock brushing against his hole, I wanted to push it home. I licked my hand and spread saliva on my cock, pushing it inside him. God, he was still so tight, despite the plug he'd worn and the prep before the shoot.

The feeling of having his ring stretching to hug my head tight was exquisite. I couldn't hide the pleasure it offered me. "Oh, yeah. Oh…" I heard him moaning as I entered him slowly, carefully. "Oh, fuck." It never ceased to amaze me how good it felt being inside him. "Oh, yeah."

His ring was so tight, I slipped out at first, until I found the right angle and thrust my whole length up inside him. I felt his right hand on my left thigh and that little touch meant so much to me. I knew we were connected physically, but I needed the emotional reassurance, too.

"Oh, fuck. Ahhhh… stroke your dick," I instructed. "Yeah, that's it… oh, yeah… fuck…" Our husky voices and moans rolled into a single sonnet. I pumped his ass slowly, and then in short pushes, I caressed his ring quickly, just the way he liked it. Every time my cock slipped out, he would guide it right back in with his hand, mine holding both his ankles now.

"Yeah, stick it in there… Oh, fuck," I uttered at the feeling of his ass swallowing my dick again. I pumped him faster and it was Hell knowing I had to hold back.

"God." It felt so fucking good. "Oh… fuck, yeah… here we go." I fucked him with earnest. I looked at his face the whole time and knowing what he was feeling at that moment was driving me crazy. All I wanted was to lean over and kiss him, attack his lips to show him how good he was making me feel, show him how much I loved and cared for him; screw the cameras and Corbin and even Connor watching us!

An idea crossed my mind. I had to keep the charade. The first thing to do would be to go on with what Corbin had asked. So I jack hammered my boy, hoping he wouldn't come at the sensation of my cock plunging fast into his puckered hole.

My cock was glistening with lube, hungry for his ass. I wished we were alone, I wished we were home, I wished I could just kiss him, so I caved. I leaned down on top of him and I kissed him, and it felt so fucking good! Holding him with a hand behind his head, I pulled his face against mine, his moans reverberating inside my mouth. My cock was still moving inside him, with short slow pumps, the smacking sounds of our kisses echoing in the room—all of it driving me completely out of control.

I fucked him, looking at him right in his eyes. I guessed it was pretty obvious by now that I couldn't care less about what we were letting people know and he took matters into his own hands, asking me if it was time yet. I snapped out of my haze and just nodded my head, kissing him before pulling back so he could turn around.

That was our plan; if things got too hard to hold back, we would stop and change to that position, where I wouldn't have access to his lips or his eyes, but still be able to make him feel good.

It was a walk in the park after that. I fucked him from behind, finding his hot spot, poking at it now and then, and slapping his ass the way I knew my bad boy liked it, but being able to keep my distance and not showing how much I felt for him. I still leaned down and kissed his shoulders and neck, but it was less intimate.

I could finally perform like Corbin was used to seeing me, being cheeky, asking my boy if he liked my cock, showing the cameras my virile body pounding into some virgin ass.

I heard Connor sighing his relief, and soon I heard Corbin instruct, "Time to come, boys."

I tapped his hot spot until I felt his ass spasm around my cock, telling me he was ready to come. I pulled away from him, rolling him to his back, then stood by his face. When I was coming into his mouth, I heard him say, "I'm coming," and I blew my load hard and thick, white ropes painting my boy's face while his painted his abs. I was so thrilled we came at the same time. Zeb attached his lips to my cock, sucking what was left in me, and I was pumping his cock with my hand. I had never made this mess on his face before, and feeling bad about that, I cleaned it with my hand while moving down to kiss his cum-iced lips.

Still I hadn't tasted his seed, and that was's something I would never pass. I noticed his cock was still leaking and I leaned down and sucked him until his last drop was gone. Normally I was a spit man, but not today.

When the lights were off, I let go of his cock and we both headed to the shower. I was afraid of looking at Corbin's face and finding there the awareness Zeb and I both dreaded.

By the time we reached the shower, we were so relieved that we started joking around about going out and finding cock, and how the shampoo looked like cum.

All the time we'd take turns under the shower, helping the other lather up and wash it off, while continuing our banter about tasting cum and other snippets—still aware that the camera was on us.

I tried to make it look like I was helping a fellow model, but in truth I needed contact with my boy. He on the other hand kept glancing towards the little red light that signaled that the film was still rolling.

As soon as "Cut" was shouted, we exited the shower, dried off and returned to our room.

I was still changing into my own clothes when I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it and Pete was there, looking like someone had died. I glanced back at Zeb and his eyes were wide, looking at Pete at the door.

"Hey, T, Corbin needs a word with you, now."

I went for my flip flips and noticed both Zeb and Pete were staring at my every movement. I walked outside the room closing the door behind me, feeling like I was on death row. Arriving at Corbin's office door, Pete left me alone and walked away, saying absolutely nothing.

Fuck. I bet Corbin knew.

I walked inside, taking a seat at his signal, and his first question floored me.

"How long have you been screwing Zeb?" were Corbin's first harsh words.

I didn't know what to say. I never thought he would be this rough on me. We were always friendly and I thought that made us friends. Apparently not.

"I'm not screwing Zeb," I glared at him wishing that my brain could perform Jedi mind tricks.

"You sure knew how to play him back there, so please don't underestimate my intelligence. That was not the first or the second time you two have had sex," he said, standing up and sitting on his desk, closer to me.

"You know we are a working group. This is your job. You can't mix things in here. I thought I had made myself clear from the start." His voice was stern but understanding.

"I love him," I said in a weak voice, afraid of what was coming next. Corbin licked his dry lips sighing, pursing them in frustration. "I'm not screwing him." I was babbling. I didn't know what else to say.

"That doesn't make it okay, T. You two are models here. He is just starting; you have a huge amount of fans. I can't let you have a relationship with a co-worker. Soon jealousy fits will be thrown, fights and screams and chaos will settle in. Can you imagine the drama if that becomes a routine around here?"

I was being backed into a corner and for me there was only one thing to do—come out fighting. "And what do you want me to do? Break up with him or quit?" The look on his face told me I'd caught him by surprise, Corbin was out of words and his eyes were closed in contemplation.

"I surely don't want you to quit, T."

"I surely won't break up with him, Corbin."

He stood up from his desk and walked around to his chair saying, "I'll have to fire him, then." I felt my blood run cold.

I narrowed my eyes, tilted my head and, knowing how much Zeb needed the money, hence the job. I decided to join Corbin's game. "Okay, if he goes, I go." Corbin's eyes shot right to mine, maybe not believing his ears.

I stood up, not allowing Corbin to take the dominant position anymore. "He needs this job. I won't let him find another job like this by himself. If he has to leave, we'll find a different company who will take us both. Me with my fame, him with his looks. I bet they will even profit out of our relationship. I love him and I promised his dad I'd look after him. He's been living with me for a couple of months and I can't imagine living without him anymore."

Corbin was silent. Biting his lip he kept his eyes on me, maybe trying to find a way out of this now that he was aware of the whole situation.

"So… you two have been together since his last time in here," he stated, but looked at me for confirmation, so I nodded. "How have I been so stupid?" he mumbled to himself.

"He was after you the whole time, wasn't he?" I nodded again. Corbin looked around; he knew he was trapped. He had to choose between letting us stay, setting hell lose in the house, or losing both of us to a different company.

He didn't know I was bluffing. I would never submit my boy to this kind of life, especially in a different company, which would not be half as careful and concerned about their models' health and well being as Corbin was. I would find a regular job and support him through college with my money. Suddenly, I started longing for Corbin to fire us so I wouldn't have to endure Zeb being fucked by other men.

He would be mad at me though, for not letting him make his own living and allowing him to pay me back the money I had paid his first semester's tuition for the next term.

"So, what will it be?" I hurried him to voice his decision.

Corbin's shoulders slumped, and he blew out a long breath. "You really love this boy, don't you?" Now this was the kind and concerned Corbin I recognized and knew.

"Yes, like I never loved anyone before. He's my whole life." I was being sincere.

"Okay. But you cannot let anyone else know you two are together. Same way Connor and Dru do, got it?"

What the Fuck! He knew about Connor and Dru?

There was no way he would have missed my reaction, but I had to ask, "You know about them?"

"Of course," he said, with a 'duh' expression. "But that's not the case here. Do you think you can keep your composure when Zeb starts shooting scenes with other guys?"

He'd hit my Achilles heel. Lowering my head, I shook it, no. There was no point in lying to him anymore, especially if we wanted his support.

Looking up, he could probably see the anguish written all over my face. "Corbin… I panic knowing he'll be doing that soon… but I'll get used to it. I know how much he loves me and that he'll be coming home to me, as I am to him."

Corbin's tone was now one of quiet, even toned, understanding. "Is that why you're leaving early tomorrow morning? So you won't be here while―"

"Yes," I cut him mid sentence. I couldn't even stand to hear it!

"Okay. I'll be careful not to book shootings for the two of you on the same weekends until you tell me it's okay."

I nodded.

Before I left, I opened my mouth unsure of what Corbin would say. "There's more," I hedged, I was going to try, if I got it, it would be nice. "I'd like Easter weekend to take him to Forks, so that he can meet Alice and Riley."

With raised eyebrows, he looked at me as if in his brain he was saying 'You said what?' but the words that actually came out of his mouth were, "Wow! Next time you will be asking me for a whole week for the honeymoon!" He laughed. "Okay… you got it," he said, shaking his head.

I was heading for the door about to leave when I heard him call me. "Hey Travis!" I turned around and he kept going, "Don't hide anything from me anymore, okay? Anything you need, or if anything goes wrong, I need to know, okay?" I smiled at him and nodded.

I felt so light and happy as if the world's troubles had been lifted from my shoulders! No more hiding from Corbin.

I rushed through the living room, anxious to get back to my boy.

Jogging towards my room I felt a hand holding my arm, making me stop.

"Hey T!" It was Sean. My eyebrows automatically furrowed remembering the scene they were scheduled to perform.

"Hey Sean. What's up?" Trying to keep my tone light.

"How was it?" he said with an enthusiastic smile.

I felt my guts burning, the fire was climbing up my throat leaving embers in its wake, and I was ready to spit flames from hell at him, but then I calmed my inner turmoil, realizing that I'd be like this no matter who was doing a scene with my boy, and I had to keep myself in check.

Breathing in deeply, I tried to pretend I didn't know what he was talking about and I asked, "How was what?" looking down away from his gaze.

"Your scene… with Zeb. I met him before. We have a scene to shoot tomorrow."

At this point my hand was already rubbing my forehead and my breathing was speeding up, rushing the blood through my veins. I had to overcome my anxiety.

"Fine, but please, go slow, be careful with him, will ya?"

I wanted to really make my point without scaring the shit out of the him―Sean was a friend after all.

"Don't worry about it, I will… I promise. I gotta admit I'm looking forward to being with Zeb like that. He's so cute. I kind of like him."

Oh please, don't tell me he wanted my boy! OH GOD, am I getting paranoid? I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach! FUCK! I have got to get out of here.

"Just look after him, he's gonna be nervous as it is," I warned before turning around and striding away with purpose.

There was NO WAY I would leave Edward here with Sean or anyone, I mean Zeb, here with anyone. I couldn't tell him though. I needed to think of a plan to miss my flight back home in the morning.

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"Ahhhhhhhh… Feels so good, baby… you feel so good inside of me. Keep going, keep going." I heard my boy babbling right after he'd come, painting the sheets white with his seed as his ass clenched around my cock, driving me to my own orgasm, my come flooding his walls. I wouldn't stop… I couldn't. I kept pumping into him until we were both too tired to go on. Letting my cock slip out, I trailed down his back with kisses, licking the crack of his ass till I found his leaking puckered hole… I couldn't resist. The image was stunning: my white juice sliding from inside him. I lapped my tongue over his hole, gathering the leaking cum from inside him. It tasted almost the same, only muskier, even manlier. The high-pitched moans I drew from him while doing it were fantastic!

"What … what are you doing?" he said, breathless, writhing under my touch. I climbed back behind him, turned him around and kissed him for dear life!

Our tongues danced, tasting each other, lips swollen, slurping noises; I couldn't get enough of my boy.

"Baby… wanna take a shower first or should I plug you already?" I needed to take care of him. I wanted him as stretched as he could be for his scene the next day. I knew I wouldn't always be here for him, but as he'd said before, this time I would be here to walk him through this.

His voice caught in his throat when he said, "Plug me now… don't wanna take a shower… wanna sleep like this with you." He pushed his body against mine so I could spoon around him, cuddling with him.

I reached back and got the plug and lube, lubed up the plug and slowly inserted it in his tiny puckered hole. As I eased it in, he pushed back, settling it in place.

Wrapping my arms around him, he held them with his own. We fell asleep like that, and stayed like that all night.

Waking up the next morning, we were still wrapped around each other. I breathed him in and chuckled at the scent of him—sex, lube and cum concentrated in the room—accidentally waking him up.

"What's so amusing?" he asked with a slight smile on his face, but his eyes glistening. I cupped his face with both my hands, rubbing his tears away with my fingers, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "The room smells like sex… we didn't shower, didn't change the sheets… It's a huge mess." He smiled at me and trailed his eyes away from me.

"What's wrong? Do you wanna go home?" I asked, trying to make him look back at me.

"No, but… I… I want you to stay and wait for me." Looking up at me, his eyes were hopeful that I would agree.

What a fucking relief! I wouldn't have to lie to him, 'cause there was no way I would leave him behind and go home.

"I'll stay," I said kissing his forehead, then his nose, then his lips. Zeb held me tight burying his head in my neck.

"Thanks," he softly said.

The morning went well. I didn't eat so Zeb wouldn't feel uncomfortable watching me eat, since he couldn't eat past our early dinner after our scene the day before. We stayed in our room, watching TV, waiting for 'it'. At around two p.m. he left my side to go take another shower and get ready.

Watching him leave the bathroom I couldn't help but notice he was wearing my striped tank top, the same one he'd worn the day before for our scene.

"Hey, babe. Are you wearing that again?" I was curious.

"Yeah," he said nonchalantly. "Have you seen my belt?" he asked, lifting stuff looking for it.

"Why?" I creased my brows in confusion.

Zeb stopped looking for his belt and came back to bed, straddling my lap to say, "By dressing the same, I get to take you with me. I'll close my eyes and pretend he's you, otherwise I'm not sure I can go through with this. So, don't worry, I won't be fucked by Sean, I'll be fucked by you." He kissed me forcefully.

Ending it slowly, Zeb pulled himself away from me and walked towards the door, stopping at it after opening, he turned around and asked, "Will you be here when I come back?" I just nodded, and the corner of my lips curled up a bit.

I felt strangely at ease, knowing that at least he was going to think of me, but also knowing that with the best will in the world his body would be telling him it wasn't me. As long as his brain was in the right place though, the rest would work out.

As soon as he left, I walked to the kitchen, fixed something for both of us to eat later and found a book to read while I waited. Trey walked in and had a strange smirk on his face. He pulled the bench next to me and started, "So my man, Travis… the boy has got you hooked, huh?"

I looked at him faking confusion while asking, "Excuse me?"

Trey circled an arm around my shoulders, pressing me against him saying,

"No need to pretend, my friend. Your secret is safe with me. I've known since the last time he was here and the boys had to take you out 'cause he had a scene with me. The way you looked at me like you wanted to slit my throat for blood was unmistakable."

I let my head drop forward between my shoulders, pursing my lips before saying, "I'm sorry, Trey. It was nothing personal. It's just that… I waited so long for him to come back and…"

"It's okay, T. It's okay. You know I like my men bulkier, and bad ass, right?" he asked, placing a kiss on my temple.

We talked for a while about nothing important and time passed quickly. I looked at my watch and imagined his scene would be almost over, so I heated the food I had prepared earlier. I laid it on the tray under Trey's gaze. My mind played tricks with the words Trey and tray. Over the years I'd seen Trey act more like a tray; the last time I'd believed it was at a sushi bar after a night on the town—good times.

"You are good to him, aren't you?" he asked, unashamedly bringing me out of my memories.

Smirking, I replied, "I try to be."

Walking past him to go to my room, I heard him say, "Good. The boy deserves it. He's a nice guy."

Oh boy, didn't I know that?

I arrived in the room and Z wasn't there yet. I placed the tray with our food on the bed next to me and as soon as I sat down he walked in, locking the door behind him.

His eyes were on me all the way. Reaching the bed, he climbed up my lap and cuddled into me, nuzzling my neck. I circled my arms around him and asked, "Everything okay?"

His face was relaxed and he answered, "Yeah… It was easier than I thought." He sat on my lap sideways, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Thanks to you, everything went well. Sean was really careful… even kind of lovely. The boys were right, Emmett and Liam, it's different when it's not with you. It may be fun, but not half as good."

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Emmet's POV.

Arriving at our building I was spooked to see Carlisle trying to deal with a bunch of luggage while walking through the door. What the fuck was Mr. Whitlock doing here?

"Hey, Mr. Whitlock! Wanna hand?" I boomed at him running towards the door, his attention turned to me now.

"It's Carlisle for you, Emmett… you know that. Don't make me feel older than I already am." I picked up some of his luggage and helped him into the building.

"What a nice surprise!" I said with a smile. Oh, fuck. I was lying through my teeth. I bet Jasper knew nothing about his father's visit and I was hoping I could go pick him and Edward from the airport so I could warn them of his presence.

"Jasper is not in. He went to Forks to visit Alice and Riley. He should be arriving soon from Seattle."

We engaged in friendly conversation and as we walked out of the elevator, I gave Carlisle my key telling him to go ahead, leaving his luggage to me.

I saw him opening the door and for a split second I was fine with it, until I heard the moans and gasps, and groans, coming from the door—Mr. Whitlock nowhere to be seen.

FUCK! Edward and Jasper must be back!

Dropping the luggage, I rushed towards the apartment, but not before hearing louder noises of skin slapping, the couch hitting the wall rhythmically, and Jasper screaming his agreement to Edward, who responded, "Come for me Jazz, fucking come for me. Make me come in this tight ass of yours, baby, Hm? Will you make me come? "

When I finally reached the door, a hand on either side of the frame, panting from panic, I saw Carlisle static, standing five steps into the entrance way, watching his son's lips attached to someone else's, his ass being pounded by his lover—his male lover— and loving every second of it.

Carlisle's eyes were wide open, his jaw dropped. I could see the boys hadn't spotted him opening the door or walking in, as they were too wrapped up in each other—literally. I carefully snaked a hand around Carlisle's face, covering his mouth, my other arm embracing him from behind carefully, pulling him back outside the door, closing the door behind me. Thankfully he didn't resist—he just stood there zombiefied.

Holy fuck. What do I do now?

A/N - Yeah, well... we know you guys hate us now! LOL But we DO intend to write some more, and tell you how Jasper was shoved out of the closet, also revealing how Carlisle took it! Poor Emmett... *shakes head* Do you guys wanna know what happened in Forks with Alice and little Riley, too? Please tell us... We know! and we're willing to tell you if you are interested in knowing too! Now please show us some love and tell us what you wanna read next! :) Lots of Love as Mary Hell's Hostage boys would say and thanks for reading!