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 pre-reader, joss859 and beta, cocoalvin. You guys are the best!

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Just Nuts - Chapter 1.

My name is Jasper Whitlock and this is my story.

I was born in Texas but raised in the small town of Forks, WA, which if you ever drove through it, looked as though it belonged in a time warped part of Washington State. I lived a nice sheltered life with my family and friends, but I had a growing feeling that there was something about me that made me different from my peers. I couldn't shake the nagging doubt within that something was wrong with me.

Surely I was a defect, because how could I question things when I had the most wanted girl in school? I loved her, cherished her, and couldn't be happier than when I was with her. But whenever I was in the locker room with the boys, something inside of me stirred—something had to be wrong.

My body and my brain acted as though they lived in different parts of the Universe. A small buzz would break out in my stomach, like a hive of bees had taken up residence. When showering, I always needed to think about the most despicable things to keep my cock soft and stop it developing into a self-made radar; perhaps aliens were taking it over, only I couldn't imagine E.T. phoning home with my dick as his telephone. Catching sight of the guys' pert butts, with their heavily sacked meat and two veg hanging between their legs, their tight six packs, and strong pecs, would send a shiver up my spine whenever I focused on them for more than two seconds.

There had to be something weird in the water of Forks, or perhaps the coach was adding something to the air freshener that I was allergic to, either way, I couldn't wait to go to college and to be free of alien locker room encounters.

I decided to to go to college in San Diego since it was nice, hot and sunny, as opposed to the gloomy, rainy atmosphere of Forks, and it didn't take me long to acclimatize and feel right at home. It wasn't long before I couldn't even remember my time in Forks. I'd made some great friends and my roommate was a blast—one larger than life, Emmett McCarthy.

Emmett was a huge blond-haired, blue-eyed guy with an even bigger personality, who loved attention and couldn't help but entertain anyone around him. Maybe that's why he would, without fail, return from parties with at least one girl on each arm every single night. I found it difficult to understand how in the world girls accepted his invitation to come back to the dorm with him knowing I'd be there, too.

Maybe he was that good?

It wasn't aliens or Coach's air freshener, 'cause I gotta admit, I went through the whole locker room routine whenever the man decided to walk around naked, especially after showering. All my senses would go into overload from his freshly showered look, his soap scented skin, his wet messy hair, and most of all because of his nice firm muscled butt and the huge cock bouncing between his legs. It was so fucking hard to watch that I could hardly breathe, but I couldn't help it!

I knew he'd caught me looking at him many times, and the showman in him, made him do it all the more—on purpose.

Emmett and I had always got on well together, despite my voyeuristic tendencies. One Tuesday evening he saw me fumbling with some bills on our tiny student dorm table, and scratching my head with a concerned look on my face. Emmett had noticed that I hadn't even looked at him walking out of the shower. I heard him sit on the seat next to me, and he asked what the problem was.

"Money," I answered, not even looking up.

"How much do you need, maybe I can help?" he replied, sounding sympathetic.

Still keeping my head down and focusing on the non-changing numbers in front of my face, I answered, "Thanks man… I need more than I've got, but my dad always taught me never to borrow from friends."

"Okay… If you're sure." Standing up again, he went to the fridge. I was too preoccupied to answer.

Returning with the chocolate spread jar, he grumbled, "Who put the Nutella in the fridge again?"

Finally looking up at him, I saw he was thankfully wrapped in a towel this time. "I have no idea. Sorry… Leave it on the counter for a while."

Noticing that he was still not having an effect on me, he must have gotten worried.

"Hey man, you work a lot in that coffee shop on campus, aren't they paying you enough?"

Feeling down and frustrated, I threw my pen onto the table before replying, "No, not enough. I'm behind with my credit card payments and I don't know what to do."

In a determined blur of motion, Emmett grabbed my wrist in his bearlike paw, pulling me up from my seat and towards the bedroom, having me almost trip over my own feet en route.

"What are you doing man?" Confusion was evident all over my face.

"Shhhhhh…" was his only answer.

Reaching the bed, he sat down heavily on the mattress with me standing directly in front of him; he opened his towel to me. I froze, shifting my eyes from his hard as a rock cock, to his blue eyes that were locked on mine studying my reaction. With his hand still holding onto me, there was no way to hide or prevent the huge boner I got.

Emmett smiled his trademark dimpled cat-got-the-cream smile and asked, "You like it, don't you?"

Completely mesmerized I nodded.

"Wanna taste it?"

FUCK! My mouth started watering, I wanted to taste it! God, how much I wanted to taste it!

Dropping down to my knees in front of him and licking my lips, I was hypnotized by his piece, admiring its…its everything. His tool was long and thick, and cut, and beautiful, but I didn't have the guts to make a move.

Letting go of my hand, Emmett slowly moved forward to the edge of the bed, sliding his hands to the back of my head and pulling me to him, he kissed me. The feeling of his strong yet supple lips on mine, coupled with his long fingers tangled in my hair, fueled my want and lust and hunger for him and his magnificent cock. Breaking from his mouth, a surge of I don't know what, took over my body and I lowered my head engulfing his cock like it was my last supper.

All too soon, Emmett stopped me, pulling my head up and saying, "Wooooohaaaaaaaa, easy tiger!"

Feeling angry that I had been denied my prize, it soon morphed into a moment of clarity; my face flushed with embarrassment as I realized what I had just done. Holy fuck, what was I doing?

Quickly standing up with my eyes closed, trying to block the scene out, I murmured, "Sorry… Don't know what I was thinking." I wanted to vacate the room as soon as I could, but yet again my brain and body were on different planets.

"Don't be sorry! Really! I was just checking if you were capable of being with a guy."

Opening my eyes and gazing upon the bear-of-a-man in front of me, I was intrigued and confused at the same time. Was he going to suggest I started hooking? Cause being a male whore was not in my life plans.

"Why the fuck did you wanna know that?" I spat at him almost angrily.

Standing up, he wrapped the towel back around his hips and walked to his desk, firing up his laptop.

"C'mere." He beckoned, looking through his lashes.

Cautiously, I walked towards him, afraid of what he was going to show me. If he opened up a website advertising male escorts, I didn't know what I would be capable of doing, but it would certainly cause a huge meteor sized crater in our friendship.

Pulling a chair closer to his, Emmett patted the seat inviting me to join him. Gingerly sitting down, I stared at the screen. A few clicks later and voila, pictures of two guys fucking appeared! With widened eyes and total surprise, I shouted, "WHAT? What the fuck is that Emmett?"

Patting my arm doggy style, he calmed me, uttering in rather an amused tone, "Don't panic. I'm just auditioning for this site. " After some more clicks he showed me pictures of himself alone on the same site. Surreptitiously glancing at me to gauge my reaction, and since my face was still showing how astonished I was, he went on, "Yes, Jasper, it's a porn website. I know once you get there you gotta do anyone, girls, boys, threesomes with girls and with boys, too. I visited the place not long ago and I met one of the male models when I was there who said it's pretty awesome!" He finished his speech with a grin on his face.

I don't know why, but I was somewhat disappointed at the fact that my friend, my God's gift to women friend would want to use his body in this way, "Really? Man… I thought you only liked girls?"

"I do like girls, but I like sex even more, Jasper, in all its forms," he pointed out firmly. "And it pays a LOT of money, I was told."

Still, it was porn. I couldn't get my head around it. My parents would die of disappointment if I did something like that.

Sensing my bewilderment, he continued with his advertising campaign. "You don't have to sign anything till you've started. And even then, you can quit anytime you want," Emmett insisted, still sounding enthused.

Finding myself listening with intent, I stood up, pacing back and forth and tugging on my hair, thinking of how great it would be to be able to pay off my bills and have some savings, too. I couldn't believe I was even considering this.

Rubbing the back of my neck with my left hand, I was sure my face reflected the internal battle I was waging. Still unsure of what to do, I voiced my worries, "I don't know, man… What if my parents find out? It would crush them." Feeling cornered I sighed; I had no other plans on how to solve my financial ordeal.

Going in for the kill, Emmett continued, "They won't, Corbin Fisher, or CF as we all call it, don't advertise. Unless they look for it, they won't know a thing. Also, you can be in a couple of videos, maybe a few more, pay off your stuff and get out. Oh…and did you check my name on the site?" Returning to his desk, he turned the screen for me to see it: Connor.

"They use fake names?" I blurted.

Emmett was almost bouncing in his seat, "Hell yeah—stage names. Corbin's name is not Corbin either, I'm telling ya. The place is great and the other guys are amazing. I'm not gonna push you to it, I just felt you had potential, that's all." I could see in his eyes that he was being honest. I had to admit that I was curious to know more about him and this CF guy, but I was afraid to ask, so I went with what I was more comfortable with.

"How do they cast the guys who wanna work for them?"

Realizing I was still on the fence, he had his sales pitch ready. "It varies, sometimes they send scouts to colleges, that's what happened to me, sometimes they look it up online. Tell you what, why don't we take some pictures of you and post them to your Facebook page and I can show the recruiters the next time I go there? Maybe they won't even be interested…but I would give it a try if I were you."

Desperate to clear up my finances, I took the chance, mainly because I couldn't face the embarrassment of calling my dad to ask for more money. I needed dollars and I needed them fast, so Emmett did what he promised and in less than twenty-four hours I got a Facebook message inviting me for a shoot and asking me for my number.

To say I was blown away was an understatement.

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That's how my life started at CF.

In Corbin Fisher's house, my stage name was Travis II, apparently there had already been one Travis.

Everything happened so fast. They hired me right away and since I needed the money like…last week, I was grateful. My "schooling" started even before Connor's, even though we'd been accepted at the same time. He was having a hard time keeping up with his college assignments and decided to get up-to-date with them first. This delayed his entry to the "House" until January.

I won't lie to you. I didn't have the best time of my life, as Emmett might has suggested I might. First, they shaved my balls and trimmed my pubic hair, which felt kind of nice after it was all over, but was totally mortifying to begin with. I suppose I was gonna have to get used to other people having their hands on my junk. Then, I had to fuck this girl who just disgusted me.

You'd think every man would dream about fucking a porn star, right? Not me. I'd been with Alice all my life and had never fucked anyone else despite what I now recognized and acknowledged as my homosexual locker room dreams. Not only did I have to fuck the disgusting woman, that looked as though she'd had more dagger (cock) than the Roman Army, but I had to come for the cameras and look as though I enjoyed it.

Of course part of the deal was not to come inside her, so, to get the 'cum' shot, I had to jerk off in front of the lens. Man! I never thought I would go through something so embarrassing. I also had to be filmed for a solo video and I even had to speak on the fucking thing; I wasn't good at talking on camera, because my mind would freeze. Humpf!

After various scenes with guys and gals, I realized that the lion's share of my work was with guys.

After topping a few times I got over being camera shy and quickly developed a liking for sucking a guy's cock. Sometimes I wasn't told in advance what was happening, and didn't get to meet a new partner until the day of the shoot, which made things awkward.

But nothing prepared me for my first time bottoming, or the second, or the third.

My first time hurt so fucking bad! I nearly cried, I couldn't though, because of the camera, so I held back, made all sorts of noises that could have been taken for pain or pleasure and plastered a fake smile on my face. Brent was as careful and cautious as he could have been; he didn't even pound his cock into me fast and hard, but his dick was huge!

Eventually I got used to it. No, I tell a lie, I didn't just get used to it, I got fucking addicted, pardon the pun. The thought of people watching me was getting to be kind of a turn on too. I started staring at guy's cocks, picturing them naked, with their shafts hard, pulsating in my hand, my mouth or my ass, even when I went back to school.

I'd become anxious to go back to the CF House, hoping, no willing the phone to ring calling me back. While I waited, I'd work out like a maniac to blow off steam in a bid to contain my libido.

What started off as a way to get some easy money to pay off some bills soon became a part time job. I didn't even work at the coffee shop anymore. Corbin knew I liked being fucked and he got good reviews whenever my sessions went online, resulting in me being called for many more shootings.

Back home, a place that seemed a lifetime away, Alice waited patiently and expectantly for me to return. She was pissed as hell when I hardly made it back at all, only gracing the place a couple of times for a day or two in God knows how long.

It was a rule that while in the house, only stage names were used, especially because in a way the whole house was a film set. Therefore, there were some people that I only ever knew via their professional name. To preserve some kind of separation from this life and our college one, Connor—Emmett—and I tried not to make it evident that we were friends before being in the house.

After my initial misgivings, I eventually found the house wonderful, but only boys stayed there. We were treated with kindness and respect by the personnel, and the facilities were fantastic. There was a pool about the size of a tennis court, that wasn't always used for just swimming, but sometimes for filming, and a large field where we could work out or play sports like baseball. The gym was equipped with everything a man could want to keep themselves in shape: free weights, runners, rowers, benches, punch bags, crash mats, gym balls, and multi gyms. In short, it was a body builder's or fitness freak's idea of heaven. Everything was tastefully decorated and the rooms where the videos were shot were exquisite. The boys and I would have barbecue in the evening, talking the night away if there wasn't an early shoot the next day.

All the guys in the complex claimed to be straight, 'cough bullshit', how could anyone completely straight do our job? I swear I'd heard moaning coming from rooms around the house during the night. Believe me, no one would moan that loud just from jerking off; any expert listening knew the difference.

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Three years later I was still working for Corbin. I had accumulated vast experience in everything sexual both on camera and off; it was all part of the education and being a porn star. However it didn't come, excuse the pun, without a price.

I'd had my heart broken once; it hurt so bad that I couldn't even refer to him by his real name any more; I only ever used his House name. I was also condemned to watch my best friend from a distance as Connor, fall happily, secretly and successfully in love with Dru. I was the only one aware of their connection and I was truly happy for Connor, even if it did remind me of the tear in my heart. I wasn't able to understand their deranged relationship, but it worked for them. If I had learned nothing else since leaving Forks, it was to live and let live, even if you couldn't grasp why. They were together, but had no problem watching the other fuck, or be fucked by someone else, claiming it was their job: end of story, cut, wrap, end of scene. I sometimes envied their ability to separate life from The Job.

Dru—whose real name was Liam—had joined the CF team right after Joel. While I was falling head over heels for Joel's blue eyes that stunningly stood out against his tanned skin, I had Connor on my back, nagging me like an old woman, saying we would get caught and thrown out by Corbin. Often adding to his endless broken record of an argument stuff like, "It'll never work you know." Or, "Jealousy will take over and ruin everything."

Within a few days of Dru's arrival, he'd fallen for the guy and between them they'd managed to make things work.

When I'd fallen in love with Joel, I wasn't the slightest bit at odds about being in love with a guy. I loved it when his strong hands roamed over my body, his demanding lips would crash against mine like I was his favorite meal and his tongue would invade my mouth as though he was trying to lick the insides of a chocolate pot. When his cock plunged into me I would be full to the brim! I'd never felt so complete, not even with Alice.

Some might see it as double standards, or cowardice, but I never broke up with her. We still communicated, but I felt in limbo, unable to merge my life in Forks to the one I was leading now and so part of me still felt them to be separate, two different worlds or existences. I needed time to come to terms with the fact that both people resided within me, a symbiotic relationship that needed to be able to merge into one before I could come out to my friends and family.

Thank God I wasn't hasty on making that decision, because things between Joel and I were exactly as Connor had warned me, this kept me in nowhere land for longer.

Since he'd arrived, there'd been something in the air between us. He would glance at me more than usual, holding my gaze for too long. We got together after one of our scenes during which, whatever position he put me in, I felt how he revered my body with each touch of his thumbs, palms and fingers, tender or labored, and how with each kiss that caressed my skin, he wanted me.

I should have heeded Connor's warnings, but I was blind at the time making excuse after excuse. Looking back, things had started going down the drain from the start. Joel was jealous to the point of combustion every time I had a scene with another man, he would drive me insane! It affected his ability to work too, and we were always on the verge of getting caught due to outbursts.

Joel wanted out, and wanted me to go with him.

I loved him, but I also loved my job and was not ready to quit yet. I was torn and wanted to keep things the way they were, but Joel's reactions went from bad to worse. They started off as pleading, but morphed until he was eventually hurling insensitive, wounding insults at me, then he would be pleading again. He was hurting and hurting badly; I could see what was tearing him apart and one day I woke up to his empty bed beside mine, he was gone.

I lost my shit; constantly gnawing over what must be wrong with me for letting myself lose him! I wouldn't eat and couldn't sleep, refusing to work, calling in sick. I tried to find him but his phone was disconnected and I didn't have his home address. He'd stayed with me at the dorm as many times as Dru had stayed over with Connor. It was then that I realized that I'd never been to his place, and I couldn't go to management at the set without being revealed and sacked, so I had to resign myself to the fact that he was lost to me, unable to explain or fix anything.

Connor and Dru were thankfully always there for me, trying to help me get my shit together, so that no one would know what happened.

Manning up, I went on with my life, deciding that if I was a porn star, as everyone was calling me due to the thousands of fans I had gathered over the years, I should live up to it. So I did, spending every spare moment working out, eating right, being better in my scenes, showing more excitement, and enjoying myself more.

Until he showed up.

Edward.

I knew Corbin had been chasing after a guy. He was elusive, a jock from college who could never find the time to come for his first shoot. Corbin was so thrilled that the guy was finally going to show up that it was all he could talk about.

I was at CF's house when he arrived, more specifically, I was passing by the hall when he arrived. I stopped dead in my tracks. I had never seen anyone so beautiful. His lean body was hidden under his too large Jersey and sweat pants, but with his hands in his pockets, you could see his outline. He was also wearing nice Adidas sneakers, and looked almost too young to be here among us.

He had short messy dark hair just down to his ears, that I'm sure would not be that length once the stylist got to him; Corbin liked it short, he liked all forms of hair short, not just the curls on your head. His skin was tanned almost olive in its sun-kissed state, which made his best feature stand out all the more. It was his gorgeous eyes that stunned me the most; green, but not a shade I had ever seen before as they had an almost metallic mercury style tinge to them. They drew you in and kept you there while you drowned.

My legs automatically gravitated towards him, and as soon as his eyes met mine, he lowered his head, his cheeks flushing at once which warmed my heart; he was shy. I felt like touching him to make him feel better, comfort him, say it was okay.

Experience told me it wasn't going to be okay.

The boy would come here innocent, pure, untainted. Who knows what he would turn into after all he was gonna go through?

Conflicted feelings were rushing through my veins, as if my blood had been contaminated by something bitter and sweet, light and dark. My head told me to stay as much as my heart wanted to grasp his hand and just walk out the door.

My head won.

Having no other choice, I introduced myself.

Holding out my hand, "Hey, I'm Travis. You are…"

Winding his palm around mine, "Edw… Oh sorry, Zeb." I smiled at his answer. He was already trying to embody his character.

Not wanting to let him go, but having to, I cleared my throat before huskily saying the words, "Hi, Zeb. Welcome! Do you want to see someone specific?" I said cordially, eventually returning to normal.

"It's okay… Mr. Fisher said he would be waiting for me." He sounded insecure, his voice trembling. That alone, made me want to wrap him up in a blanket, hide him in my car, and take him far away from here.

Walking him to Corbin's office, we engaged in some conversation, and I learned he was here for his first shoot. I hoped he would freak out at the experience and would run the hell away from here as soon as he could. This place was great for a perverted house addict like me, but not an innocent like him.

It didn't happen.

Two weeks later he was filming with Ashley. They were starting him off with women, just like they had me.

Just his presence in the house made me agitated, even though we weren't doing a scene together. I won't lie; my intentions towards him were never pure. I wasn't trying to look out for him out of brotherly love—I wanted him for myself.

Never, in my existence, had I had such a reaction to another. Too bad we were in separate rooms in the evening, and when not in them, we were hardly ever alone for more than a few seconds at a time. I believed he knew about my interest in him, because during a few conversational awkward moments with the boys, he would keep an eye on me instead of looking at who was speaking, smiling with the corner of his mouth at my discomfort, and turning his head away after a while.

I would have given my right nut to know what was going on in that beautifully encased brain of his.

After that first week of filming, when everything about him occupied my mind, I was relieved when each time I returned to the house he wasn't back there. I searched to make sure he was not on site when I wasn't, either.

It didn't matter to me that I couldn't have him, as long as he wasn't tainted by this world. He'd escaped and that was fine by me.

A year passed and no matter how I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him: his pale green eyes, his gentle honest smile, his childish moves; perhaps I had put him on a pedestal, I didn't care; every short clipped memory of him was wonderful and was played on repeat.

Surprisingly, Joel came back and we had a scene together. It was a little weird to start with but the only area I had to lend him for any length of time was my pelvic region, it was a tag session and my top half was primarily occupied by another while he pounded my ass. He still filled me and it felt good. I made all the right noises, oohhs, ahhs, and oh yeahs, telling him breathlessly to fuck me, but besides being happy to see him again, knowing he was well and all, I felt nothing for him. My mind was somewhere else, with someone else, a person I had to let go; I had to.

There were many times when I felt like going through Corbin's stuff to try and find Zeb's phone number or address—anything. I knew it was crazy; I knew he would freak out if I just called him. We'd had almost no interaction the whole time he was there. All I knew was that he was a soccer and basketball player in college. I didn't know what college, or where, but maybe with that little piece of information I could find him?

The possibility of him really being straight was never out my head. Perhaps that was why he didn't accept the offer to stay, since he would have had to fuck guys. If he really was straight, I had no chance with him.

With all that in mind, I reined in my feelings and eventually let go of the crazy idea to find him and along with it some of my heart.

In February, CF's house moved to Las Vegas. We were no-where near the main strip, the house was located between Bedrock, a house that had been created to honor the Flintstones, and Ethel M's chocolate factory. No passing coach tour would guess its purpose; it looked like another rich man's dwelling with the driveway entrance guarded by big black gates and cameras.

We had to fly there and stay for longer periods. The house was so much cooler than the one in San Diego, not the temperature—we were in the desert after all—but the amenities. The pool had a Jacuzzi and the backyard was covered in a huge blanket of green grass surrounded by palm trees. The rooms were more fancily decorated, with light couches and a bar where we would gather around to eat and talk. Altogether it was a lot more relaxing, more like a summer vacation resort, which made things more surreal considering what went on behind closed doors.

In the living room, there were three flat screen TVs with all sorts of video games, whose wires were concealed within a holding cabinet which was in fact a fake wall, and there were many different spots with couches and chairs both inside the house and outside, all over the patio. It was as if they were encouraging closer interaction between their house occupants. This was when it hit me that the house had been designed as one huge film set, enabling Corbin to shoot the scenes anywhere and everywhere, both inside the bedrooms as well as outside; where almost anyone could watch, unless he kept it a closed set, although I didn't know how he was going to accomplish that.

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It wasn't until May, the following year that I heard from Zeb, well, not really heard from him but saw him with my own two eyes!

Arriving at the house to shoot a scene with Rudy, my heart shot straight to my mouth almost choking me, when I saw him sitting on the sofa, playing video games with the boys.

What was he doing there?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

A/N – Cast List

Travis – Jasper Whitlock

Connor – Emmett McCarthy

Zeb – Edward Cullen

Corbin – Garrett

Joel – Peter

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