AN: I know I have another story out there, Burnt Marshmallow's, which I have not forgotten about and I fully intend on getting a chapter out soon, but every time I start to work on that story this one invades my mind.

This story will be approximately 20-25 chapters, there will be 3 different POV's, but only one per chapter, and will hopefully be updated every 7-10 days, if not sooner. It will contain slash, and graphic lemons, but this is inspired by two people living in this situation, so there is a plot as well. I'll reveal who this couple is once we get a few chapters in.

For all of the Finding Forgiveness readers: This will in no way affect the frequency of posts to that fic, as you know I am fully dedicated to that story.

I still consider myself a beginner at writing, so take it easy on me.

Thanks to my QueenBeta, Cullen818 for reading my dirty stories, and fixing them up. She'll be writing her own slash before I am finished with her! We'd be really lucky if she did.

Disclaimers: I do not own twilight or any of its characters, and you shouldn't read this story, or any of my other ones for that matter, if you are not over the age of 18.

Chapter 1 - JPOV

"So…Jasper…How are you doing this morning? Are you enjoying Vegas?"

"I'm doing fantastic. Things are going great. I love it here. We're keeping ourselves pretty busy during the day, but we have been really enjoying the nightlife here in Vegas. There are so many things to do and see." I pretend to be more enthusiastic than I feel. I make use of my hands when I talk, and I spread my infamous smirk across my face.

The fact is - I'm bored…not that Vegas isn't everything I thought it would be and more. It's fabulous really, but seeing the sights with people you barely know takes a little bit of the fun out of it. I also, haven't been able to sleep much since I arrived three days ago. I am always being pulled one way or another. Between all the shit that comes with work and attending the after hour's business and social functions, I've only managed to doze a few hours here and there.

Even at twenty-one years old these trips always took a lot out of me. It wouldn't be any surprise for me to return to my home in Corpus Christi TX and not get out of bed for a couple of days.

"I'm sure your fans would be interested to know if you have a significant other…do you?" Alistair, the journalist from "Alternative Vegas" asks.

"Nope." I answer with a pop. A significant other? What is that? I haven't even been on a date since I was in high school…before I had taken on this gig. I hadn't been out of high school for more than a couple of months before I was approached with my first job offer. I felt relief. For a confused kid just trying to figure out what he was going to do next this was a godsend. I had no real aspirations to be anything in particular, and I didn't relish the idea of college. Not one subject ever stood out at school. I received good grades in just about all my classes, but it didn't come easily to me. I had to study hard. There wasn't room for much of a social life and dating, even then, and now…ugh.

Now, people recognize me. They expect certain things out of me. They expect me to act a certain way, by saying and doing things that aren't really me. Would I like to settle down with someone? Hell, yes! I beg frequently for a quiet life with a special someone. A life that didn't require that I sit with overweight, bald men and cameramen that pick their nose, while I answer questions no one really has the right to know.

One day, I want to settle down. I would prefer to find a home in the country or on a beach, particularly far away from people, to live out the rest of my days. I know that will be a while in coming. I will definitely have to put up with this shit for a few more years, but it will eventually finance my freedom.

"So, you're bi right?"

"Yep." I answer with another pop, and I can tell that Alistair is getting irritated with my short answers.

"How long have you known that you liked boys, as well as girls?" Hadn't he read any other interview I have ever done? I have been asked this question so many times in the last three years I had the same schpeil memorized.

So, I say a tiny bit condescendingly, "Well, Alistair, I realized that I liked boys when I was about thirteen."

"Can you tell us about your first experience?"

How did I know that was coming? I must be psychic…or psycho…one of those anyway.

"The year I turned thirteen my best friend had a cousin that came to spend the summer with him and his parents, his cousin was fifteen and had just gotten his driver's license. We ended up spending a lot of time together. One day, my best friend was grounded for some reason or another so his cousin and I went to the movies. As soon as we sat down in the theater I knew something was different. Halfway through the movie our hands had connected in some way. I don't know who instigated that first touch; I just knew that it felt right." I briefly lost myself in a moment of reverie as I visualized the scene I had been asked to describe on so many different occasions.

"Anyway, I didn't pay any attention to the rest of the movie. When it was over our hands disengaged, but when we got to his car, our hands sought each other's immediately. It was a surreal feeling. It floored me at how much I craved that touch, and also how much it appeared that he did as well. My heart was pounding out of my chest. We could barely breathe by the time he pulled into the driveway of my house. We didn't look at each other and eventually our hands separated. Nothing else happened that night, but I realized that night I was bi. Over the last month, we had experimented with each other and the last week we were together we took each other's virginity. It felt like my little thirteen year old heart broke after he left, but a week later I was already crushing on a new boy."

"Did your best friend know you were "seeing" his cousin?"

"No…I never spoke to my best friend about it, and I don't believe his cousin did either." I laugh lightly as I picture my very naïve ex-best friend. He stopped talking to me after I came out at fifteen. He had never suspected that his cousin was the one that helped me find myself.

"Which do you prefer, boys or girls?"

"Boys." I decide to give the poor guy a break and answer with more than one word without being prodded. "I am very rarely attracted to girls, but it is possible, and when I do find one that I am attracted to I do find enjoyment being with them sexually."

"So, what do you do for fun?" Seriously? These questions are just a replication of my last interview. I should have just brought a copy of that I could have saved myself the hour. What the fuck?

"Let's see…crocheting, bingo, bowling." Alistair's face is turning red in anger, as he comprehends that I am being sarcastic. So I decide to confront him.

"Have you read any other interviews that I have already done? Did you prepare for this at all?" I scold.

He pulls out a piece of tattered fabric from his pocket, and dabs the perspiration accumulating on his brow. His eyes travel quickly to both sides of the paper he has in his hand, which presumably holds the not very well thought out questions he is asking me now.

I don't have time to be wasting on this douche.

I never let the small successes that I have had get to my head. I realize that in this business, my career could be over tomorrow, and without a moment's hesitation I would be forgotten. I never displayed superiority or acted like I was better than anyone else, but this guy was a major doofus.

"Do you have any questions about the movie?" I supply, wanting to get this over with quickly.

He looks up with a grateful smile. "Yes, yes…let's see." He finally finds an area on his list of questions that makes him let out a very audible sigh.

"You've worked with this producer before?" He throws the sweat filled rag to the ground and tries to regain some semblance of professionalism.

"Yes, I have worked with both Felix, the producer, and Tanya, the director before. They immediately thought of me when they created, Adam, the main character, for Love at First Sight."

"Do you believe in the name they chose?"

"Love at first sight? Umm…no, not really. I don't personally think you can find anything beyond attraction on first sight."

Alistair agrees wholeheartedly by shaking his head adamantly for the camera. "So, I hear you are working with some familiar faces in this movie…"

I smile. "Yeah, I've had the pleasure of working with Emmett McCarty before and James Hunter. Ummm…Edward Cullen is a new one though."

He looks up curious, possibly thinking beyond his pre-set questions. "Yes, Edward…how are you two getting along?"

Edward is very hot…and gay. I had only seen him in pictures. Edward has been, up to this point, only a photography model. This will be his acting debut, and his first time in front of a live camera.

Edward is into modeling for a reason…he is simply gorgeous. One of the first things that I noticed and perplexed me about him is that he has this crazy sex hair…but I am not really sure of the color. In every picture I found of him it looked like a different color. The lighting had played tricks with his hair, changing it from deep to light brown in some snapshots to red and an odd orangy color in others. I can't wait to see it in reality so I can finally see what color it actually is.

Another amazing feature he has is that his eyes are like a deep green. I didn't know if it was another deception from the lighting or other manual photo enhancement, but they sparkle in each picture, I don't think I have ever saw eyes shine so brightly. I noticed that in all the pictures I viewed that he always had a very mischievous glint in them, making him appear playful...in a very, very naughty way.

To add to his list of redeeming qualities he has high, chiseled cheekbones, flawless skin, pouty lips and a dominant jaw line. His teeth are straight and pearly white, his body is lanky, but fit, devoid of any markings or piercings.

Physical perfection. He is definitely a beautiful specimen.

Emotionally or intellectually - I have no idea. I couldn't find any on-camera interviews and there was only a slight blurb from him on one of the websites that displayed his portfolio that didn't say much at all, but from what I gather he is pretty wild and flirty. I chuckle. It should be a very interesting next couple of days.

"Edward hasn't arrived yet, I am expecting to meet him on-set later this afternoon. We won't start shooting together until tomorrow."

"Okay…" Alistair says, looking at his watch, and then to the sleazy looking camera guy. The have some kind of silent conversation, and then I see the camera focus solely on me before Alistair's eyes return to me. "Well…I guess its time…let's see the goods."

I sigh and shake my head – but only internally. I can never show my distaste.

I can't believe I used to enjoy this at one time.

I slowly pull myself up, and lower my jeans and underwear. I turn several times slowly so the cameraman can get all the angles.

I can't be disgusted by the hungry looks in these two men's eyes. If it weren't for people like them I wouldn't have a job.

I am a porn star after all.

Alistair rifles through more papers before he looks up with a smile. "It looks like we have contracted you for some hand action."

"Yep." I remove my t-shirt before sitting back down in the oversized chair that I previously possessed, getting as comfortable as I can. I position myself so that I am leaning back so that my shoulders are pushed against the back cushion. I prop the heels of my feet on the seat of the chair so they can get a full view of what they are paying for.

I shut my eyes as I run my hand across my chest and abdomen while the other hand strokes my semi-hard cock, occasionally I run my fingertips over my balls, pulling them up, so they can get the complete shot. Everything is for the camera.

Everything is always done for the camera.

I open my eyes momentarily, giving the camera a wanton look. I seduce the lens as my eyes are half-lidded, my mouth opens into a soft "O", my body gyrates once, imitating feelings of extreme pleasure, courtesy of the touch of my own hand.

Before my eyes close again, I see Alistair licking his lips and the cameraman palming himself over his khaki shorts.

Behind my eyelids, I search my catalog of fantasies before I go completely flaccid. I have fantasies that get me off slow, and ones that get me off fast. I have ones that make my orgasm more intense and other's that merely satisfy the needs of everyone around me.

Wanting to get this over quickly, I choose mine and Emmett's on-screen session from yesterday. It had been hot. Emmett has always been a good fuck. We met on the set of the last movie I did, Twink, Twink, Little Star. I fucked him hard on-set and then again afterward. When he had showed up yesterday we had greeted each other with mutual blowjobs. For a big muscular guy, Emmett could nimbly position himself in ways that made him famous and sought after in his own right.

So, I take that visual and imagine myself pile-driving into Emmett's bubble ass, drowning in all the sensations that come along with that. I remember to moan for affect, and arch my back pretending desire. These functions are rarely natural anymore.

The images of Emmett make me hard, as I stroke my dick long and slow, then switch to short and fast. I open my eyes briefly to see the two of them panting as they give themselves a proper wank as well.

But when I shut my eyes, my images change unconsciously. It's not Emmett I am fucking from behind anymore. This ass is tight…fuck me, and he has a tall, slim back, not a meaty one like Emmett's, his hair…it's not short and dark brown, its…fuck what color is that? I want to touch it. I have to touch it. How soft is it? Is it as thick and luxurious as it looks?

I glance down quickly at my throbbing cock. My hips are now lifting into my hand, fucking my tight fist. The groans are not simulated anymore, I momentarily forget about the camera and the two other guys jacking off around me as I feel my stomach clench into a coil, and my balls tighten. A blond curl flies into my eye, and I try to blow it out of the way, just for it to land right back where it was. I growl in frustration as I remove my hand from my nipple as quick as possible to swipe the offending tress off my forehead, and return to my mission of pinching and rubbing my hardened nub.

I shut my eyes as I return to my visualization. My hand trails up his spine, inching toward that mess of a mystery colored mane. Just as my fingers are about to reach it, his head turns to pierce me with the most amazing green eyes I have ever seen.

"Fuuucckk," I growl out as my cock stiffens and releases. Spurts of cum hit my chest, hand and stomach.

After returning from sweet oblivion I clean up, well, we all clean up, and I put back on my clothes.

I avoid shaking any hands as we say our goodbyes.

I walk out of the small hotel room, down to the casino level. Loose-limbed, and with a little swagger in my gait, I make my way out into the August Vegas heat. My mood is escalating with each step that I take. I create a visor over my eyes, and look up into the blazing sun with a small smile playing across my lips.

Was I looking forward to fucking Edward Cullen tomorrow? Hell fucking yeah!

AN: So if you guys have read any of my other stories you must think I am obsessed with sex for money, but I am seriously not. This story just kinda fell in my lap. When I witnessed this amazing couple, doing what they do (total research for Burnt Marshmallow's *wink*) and some of their interviews I fell in love with them and what I know of their story.

Don't let this story line, or the next couple chapters fool you – this is a love story, with some naughtiness of course. If you can't wait to find out who the real couple is I will let you know and maybe even tell you where you can find some of their stuff…but you have to ask for it!

Please review, they are very much appreciated, and thanks for reading.