Posted: June 2004
Title: Actors, Porn Stars and… Smut
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Type: RPS
Characters: V/K, K/D, V/O
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU. I don't know if it needs a rape warning, since all of the sexual contents are consensual. But I think I'll still put it in, just in case to be safe.
Author's note: Ever since I watched TCM 3 (mean gorgeous Viggo in a cowboy hat), I have this bunny stuck in my head. I wrote this first bit a long while ago, but didn't finished the story. I am in desperate need of light K/D smut (Dark Hearts is depressing), and there aren't any out there that I haven't read about a hundred times already. Hence, I'm reviving this story to get my fix.

*****

"For the last time, Davie, I'm doing this movie!" yelled Orli in frustration at his manager. He was sick as being Hollywood's golden boy. He didn't join the business to be idolized; he did it because he loved acting. It was time he started taking roles against his stereotypical perfect romantic hero characters.

While Dave understood his favorite client's need to break out of his typecast, he was certain there were better ways to do so than playing a gay porn-star. In a last ditch effort, the older man pointed out, "Orli, unless you've changed your mind about doing nude scenes, you can't possibly star in this film."

"Oh come on, Davie, we both know they will do anything to accommodate me if I sign on. I'm sure they'll find a way to cut the frontal stuff from the script," reasoned the dark-haired actor pleadingly. Aside from being his manager, Dave was his best friend. He wanted the older man to be behind him on this.

"Even if they do change the scenes, you don't know the first thing about gay porn," said the blond man who knew he was running out of arguments.

"That's what research is for. I'm doing this, Davie; are you with me or against me?" Orli looked deep into his manager's eyes, letting the other man see his determination.

With a long-suffering sigh, the blond man shook his head and replied, "Why do I put up with you?"

"You mean other than me paying you loads of money?" teased the gorgeous young star with a grin. "So, you'll help?"

"Yeah, I'm with you. Someone's got to look out for you, since you refuse to do so yourself," confirmed Dave as he rolled his eyes. "I'll make some phone calls and see what I can do."

With a flying leap, Orli attached himself to his manager and nuzzled his neck. "You're the best, Davie."

*****

"You're kidding me," said Viggo incredulously as he stared at the bearer of this unusual news.

"Nope, that's what Eric said: some big shot Hollywood manager is bringing his young protégé to watch our shoot," replied Karl with a grin. He didn't mind the audience one bit, especially since he's being paid extra for it.

"But don't you think it is weird having strangers on set?" asked the older man as he raked a hand through his lustrous blond mane.

"It can't be more weird than fucking in front of the camera," replied the chestnut-haired porn-star, shaking his head at Viggo's nonsensical worries. Considering his blond friend was a legend in the business, one would think he wouldn't be shy about showing off his skills.

Not wanting to argue with his co-star over something so trivial, Viggo replied with a sigh, "I suppose you're right. But if our visitors catcall us, I'm walking."

Karl chuckled before turning to leave. "Fair enough. I should properly go and prepare myself for today's scene. The last time I took a pounding from you without loosening up first, I couldn't walk for the rest of the day. I'll see you on set."

As much as he disliked the idea of having mysterious visitors on set, Viggo smiled at the prospect of fucking his delectable co-star through the floor. Today should be a great day. "Later, Karl."

*****

After signing autographs for the producer's wife, daughter and her three best friends, Orli was finally led on a tour of the ‘backstage' area. The young actor listened intently to Eric's explanations on how the production was run, occasionally interrupting the producer's monologue with insightful questions.

Dave walked beside them, keeping an eye out to make certain no one was paying them undue attention. He would rather keep this set visit a secret if possible. Taking on the role of a porn-star was bad enough for Orli's image; Dave knew they would be dealing with a media firestorm if word got out that the young actor was at a porn film shoot to ‘research his character'.

An hour later, the trio had finished the backstage tour. It was time to go watch the filming on set. "You guys are in luck. You get to watch the industry's legend and its hottest young star go at it."

Not that Orli heard what the producer had said. The moment he walked on set, he was completely mesmerized by the scene before him. Naked except for a white cowboy hat, well-toned muscles rippling in graceful synchrony, a tousled blond drove relentlessly into his helpless chestnut-haired captive. The ‘victim's' hands were tied behind his back with a belt, his body bent over a waist-high bale of hay. With one hand, the blond kept his struggling captive down while the other hand sought his ‘victim's' arousal, squeezing it roughly in time with his brutal thrusts.

Though both porn-stars were devastatingly handsome, it was the blond aggressor who captured Orli's attention. The man had a ruggedness that added an edge to his magnetism; with an expression that was a cross between pained ecstasy and reckless abandon, Orli swore he had never seen anyone half as sexy as the man. Though he had never really been attracted to a male before, he would gladly be a ‘captive' underneath the golden Adonis.

Dave knew his client well enough to know the ‘love-struck' expression on the younger man's face was cause to worry. But at the moment, he was too busy telling himself to stop gawking at the gorgeous chestnut-haired porn-star to caution Orli against developing a crush on the blond one.

The manager was used to being surrounded by young beauties; he knew for a fact that many young Hollywood hopefuls would gladly let him bed them if his company agreed to represent them. But he had never once been tempted; casual sex just wasn't his thing. The way he was lusting after the chestnut-haired porn star now just wasn't *right*…

Noticing his companions' distraction, the producer of the film chuckled, "They're really something, aren't they? I don't think I know anyone hotter."

Neither Orlando nor Dave was in shape to make an intelligent response. The younger man nodded as he continued to watch the scene transfixed while Dave gulped, still trying to tear his eyes away from the porn star who had captured his attention. Eric smiled at their responses. It would be interesting, introducing his uptown guests to his stars. He could hardly wait.

*****

Karl's eyes came into focus to find his co-star standing over him, cleaning him up gently with a warm wet towel. He smiled, impressed as always at the older man's amazing recovery speed. "Thanks, Vig. Always the gentleman."

"Not a problem, Karl. Ron said we nailed the scene. We're done for the day."

"That's good, since my sore ass needs a rest," said Karl with mock seriousness.

"Oh, come on Karl. We both know you can take a lot more than what I just gave you," chuckled the blond as he rolled his eyes at his friend before pulling him up to standing position.

"Hey, aren't we supposed to have an audience? Have you seen them yet?" said Karl as he glanced around curiously in an attempt to spot the visitors. When he did, he could not help but stare disbelievingly at the two men with their film's producer. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Viggo turned his attention to where his co-star's gaze had settled to find the only person in the world who had the power to take his breath away. He had been a fan of Orlando Bloom for years. He had watched all his movies; and on many occasion, he had had fantasies about the stunningly beautiful young actor. He never thought he would get to meet the movie star in person…

Seeing his friend's stunned look, Karl teased, "Let's go introduce ourselves. Maybe we can get an autograph from your idol."

Viggo wasn't so lost to reality that he didn't catch what the younger man had said. "He's not my idol. You've seen all his movies too."

"Yeah, but I'm not getting hard from looking at him; you are," the chestnut-haired man pointed out with a smirk.

Mortified, Viggo turned and made a mad dash for his discarded jeans. After pulling the garment on as fast as possible, he roughly shoved his half-mast erection in and zipped the fly. It was extremely uncomfortable, but he refused to greet the gorgeous movie star with his arousal jutting out lewdly in the open.

It was at this moment that the porn-star realized that Orlando had been present for the shoot, watching him fuck Karl senseless. The thought was so embarrassing that he wished he could find a hole to hide.

"Wow, are you blushing, Vig? I think that's a first."

"No, it's just hot in here," replied the blond man as he felt his face flush even more now that his secret admiration for Orlando was in danger of being exposed.

"Oh, I think they're coming," chuckled Karl as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"I'm not feeling good. I think…"

Before Viggo could make his escape, Eric and his guests reached the two porn stars. "Hey, guys, that's a great take. Let me do the introductions. Viggo, Karl, Dave, Orlando."

"It's nice to meet you," said Karl as he extended his hand to the newcomers.

"Thanks for letting us watch. I hope we weren't being too obtrusive," replied Orli as he took the chestnut-haired man's hand for a shake. He then turned his attention to the blond porn-star who he fancied, offering the man his most dazzling smile. To his disappointment, Viggo seemed intent on studying the floor.

Karl knew his friend had a huge *thing* for the movie star; and the way Orlando had smiled just now suggested the feeling might be requited. As Viggo seemed intent on acting shy, the chestnut-haired porn-star decided to give the man a push. Turning on his bedroom voice, he asked the young actor, "So, did you like what you saw?"

When Orli blushed profusely at the blatant innuendo, his manager was finally able to overcome his strange infatuation to function in an official capacity. "Orlando is here to do research for his role in an upcoming film. The demonstration has been very informative."

"Research, huh? I can give you a private lesson, if you like," purred Karl seductively, eyes fixed on the young actor, ignoring the manager completely.

Viggo might be too star-struck to dare look directly at the beautiful young actor, but he wasn't so paralyzed that he couldn't feel jealous. "Come on, Karl, stop pestering Orlando. He's not interested," he hissed at he glared at his friend.

"Am I sensing some jealousy here?" teased the chestnut-haired man with a smirk. "Maybe you want to be Orlando's ‘teacher' yourself."

"Do you?" asked the gorgeous youth quietly as he regarded Viggo with intense coco eyes.

Viggo blushed when he sensed the questioning gaze of the object of his affections. The blond porn-star took a deep breath and gathered all his courage to look into the movie star's eyes. To his surprise, he found coyness and veiled desire in Orlando's molten coco orbs. But that couldn't be… a movie star like Orlando couldn't possibly want someone like him. "I… I… umm…. I… no… I mean…. umm… Ireallylikeyou."

Viggo's shyness brought a grin to the movie star's smile. Orlando had thought of the porn star as suave, confident and oozing sexuality before; now, he thought the older man was extremely sweet. Add the saccharine feeling to the enormous amount of physical attraction he had for Viggo, he was well on his way to falling in love. Taking the older man's hand into his own, he said, "I really like you too."

As Orli's manager, Dave knew he should interrupt this exchange at once. It wouldn't do for Hollywood's golden boy to have a male porn-star boyfriend. But he could tell that his client was deeply attracted to Viggo. As Orli's best friend, he couldn't in his right conscious stand in the way of the youth pursuing his heart's desire. "I can clear your schedule for tonight if you want."

"You mean it?" Orli asked in surprise. He didn't expect his manager to approve of his attraction to Viggo. He knew Dave was his friend first, but the blond man was always cynical. In general, Dave wasn't a fan of instant attractions or love at first sight; the manager always used to advise Orli to take a step back to wait and see.

"Yes, I mean it. You're going to look glum if I make you go to that fundraiser dinner anyway. And it's not good to look bad in front of the press," sighed the manager exasperatedly, praying that he hadn't made the wrong decision tonight. He was always protective of his sweet young client; he didn't want to see him get burnt by a failed love affair. But for some strange reason, he had a good feeling about Viggo.

"Didn't I always say it: You're the best, Davie," grinned Orli before launching himself at his manager in a flying hug.

"You're going hurt someone doing that some day," chuckled Dave as he detached himself from Orli's death grip.

Turning to the object of his affection, Orli suggested coyly, "I know this great Italian place; maybe you'd like to join me for dinner. You know, give me some more pointers for my new role and stuff." He knew Viggo said he liked him, but he still worried that the man might refuse. Maybe he was taking this too fast; the last thing he wanted to do was scare Viggo away.

The blond porn-star was about to nod his assent when he remembered he was supposed to give Karl a ride to pick up his bike today. Yes, going out with Orlando would be a fantasy come true, but he couldn't just abandon his friend. "I really want to, but I can't. I need to take Karl to…"

"Don't be stupid, Vig. I'm sure I can hitch a ride from someone on the crew," interrupted the chestnut-haired porn star as he swatted his friend lightly on the head.

"You sure you'll be okay?"

"Yeah, dad," answered Karl cheekily before turning to the movie star. "Don't let his onscreen persona fool you; other than being a nag, Vig's a really nice guy."

"KARL!"

"Well, I think that's my cue to leave. It's nice meeting you, Orli, Dave," said the chestnut-haired porn star as he sauntered off the scene.

"I suppose I should be going too then. Family duties and all." Eric proceeded to hug Dave before leaving the group.

"Have fun, you two. And don't do anything I won't do," teased Dave in a mock serious tone as he patted his young friend on the shoulder.

"But you don't ever do anything," Orli replied cheekily. His response prompted Dave to shake his head and sigh as he turned to leave. Finally alone with the blond porn star who had captured his attention, the actor held out his arm. "Shall we?"

Viggo grinned and took the gorgeous actor's arm. "Give me ten minutes to shower and change, then I'll be ready to go." When Orli smiled warmed at him and nodded, he had to suppress the urge to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. This really was too good to be true. Saying today was a ‘great day' was the understatement of the century; with Orli by his side, he had no doubt the day would be the best of his entire life.

*****

Chapter 2

Dave sighed, resisting the urge to kick his car in frustration. He could not believe his brand new
Jaguar had broken down east of Sunset and Hollywood. He had called the tow company, but the truck couldn't get here until the rush hour traffic lessened. He was now faced with the reality of spending the next few hours alone in this seedy part of town. He could only hope he wouldn't get jumped before the tow company comes to the rescue.

The gunning engine of a motorcycle caught his attention. It would be just his luck to attract the attention of some biker-gang. He was relieved to find only one bike flying down the street towards him. He silently prayed that the rider would let him be. But as he feared, he had no such good fortune.

The motorcycle stopped and a tall, muscular, leather-clad biker dismounted to face him. The man pulled off his black helmet to reveal a face that Dave didn't think he would ever see again.

"Hey, it's Dave right?"

"Am I so forgettable that you need to ask? We only met like what, two hours ago?" retorted the manager sarcastically as he regarded the porn star. Karl looked drop dead gorgeous in his motorcycle gear, but Dave refused to let himself be impressed. After the way the porn star had completely ignored him in their earlier meeting, the manager was determined to stamp his infatuation.

"No need to chew my head off, mate. Just trying to be nice here," replied Karl as he held out his hands in a sign of peace.

The porn star didn't like the manager at first. He knew that type, high-power execs who treated everyone like trash. But that was before the blond man gave Viggo his blessing to go on a date with Orli. It was clear then that Dave was a nicer person than Karl had given him credit for. That's why the porn star had stopped, thinking to ask if the blond needed help. If he had known Dave would be so hostile, he wouldn't have bothered.

Dave rubbed his eyes in frustration as he felt his heart jumping at the prospect of Karl caring enough to want to be nice to him. He didn't *want* to feel all warm and fuzzy inside over a porn star! But still, he knew he had no right to be so rude. "I'm sorry, Karl. It's just been a very bad day."

The porn star surveyed his companion for a moment longer before deciding he would play nice. Dave was quite attractive with his lean athletic frame and aristocratic features. And those keen merry-blue eyes really caught Karl's attention. He'd love to see them sparkle with passion. "You want a ride?"

Dave blushed a little before firmly telling himself to pull his mind out of the gutter. Karl was being nice, offering him a means of transport home. He had to stop taking things out of context. As much as he disliked leaving his car in this neighborhood, the porn star's offer was too good to pass. "Thanks, that will be great."

"Hop on then," said the chestnut-haired man as he mounted his motorcycle and handed Dave the spare helmet.

It was only then that Dave realized what getting a ride from Karl entailed. His body would be flushed behind the porn-star's *and* he would also have to hold the man's waist. Given his attraction to Karl, he feared his body would react inappropriate. Perhaps he should stay here after all.

"Come on, Dave. I promise I won't crash," grinned the chestnut-haired man before putting his helmet back on.

When a muffled 'Trust me' traveled to Dave's ear, he knew he had no choice. He could only hope his rebellious body would not do anything too embarrassing.

*****

"Here we are," announced the porn star as they arrived at Dave's beach-front townhouse.

Dave dismounted and took off his helmet. Karl's words were so muffled that he couldn't make out what the man was saying. "What did you say?"

Taking off his helmet as well, the porn star grinned. "I said I've delivered you safely back home, just like I promised."

"Thanks," replied the blond manager, chewing his lower lip as he worked up the courage to invite the porn star in. Over the course of the journey, Dave had convinced himself that treating Karl to dinner was the least he could do to repay the man.

The porn star was putting on his helmet when Dave finally managed to blurt out, "Are you hungry?"

Karl offered him a strange look in reply; and immediately, the manager realized the 'other connotation' of his question. Quickly, he amended, "I'm just wondering if you want to join me for dinner. I'm making chicken parmesan and..."

Karl's unwavering gaze was beginning to rattle Dave's nerves. He felt like an insect under a microscope; he could not remember ever feeling so nervous before. He was beginning to regret asking the porn star to join him when the man smiled and purred. "Sounds delicious."

The porn star's low seductive voice was enough to sent sweet tingles down Dave's spine. He wasn't sure if Karl was referring to food or to something else more intimate. Blushing for the first time in years, the manager replied, "Wow, talk about pressure. I hope I don't disappoint you."

His piercing amber gaze never leaving the blond man, Karl replied, "I am sure you'll be great, Dave."

*****

Dave smiled at his guest's child-like delight as the man played with his home theatre system. "If I have a system like that, I'd never leave home."

"So, I should be glad you don't have one then?" teased the blond manager before he remembered he didn't know Karl well enough to tease him.

Dave very seldom had guests in his beach house. If he had to throw a party, he would host it at his mansion on Beverly Hills. Only his closest of friends ever visited him in this place that he considered home.

When Karl laughed in response and said, "Cheeky", Dave grinned and relaxed. He could definitely get used to having the porn star around. "I trust that you can entertain yourself while I make us dinner?"

"Sure thing, Dave. I'll even promise all your stuff will be here when you come back," replied the porn star mischievous smile.

"They better be. I may not know where you live, Karl, but I do know where you work," laughed the blond man before disappearing into the kitchen.

*****

After half an hour of fidgeting with his host's entertainment system, the novelty finally wore off.
Karl decided it was time to resume his earlier 'master plan', i.e. seducing Dave. Quiet as he could, he stole into the kitchen.

Dave was wearing headphones, humming off key to Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue as he mixed various chopped vegetables for a salad. Karl smirked, thinking this opportunity to surprise Dave was too good to waste. He crept silently behind the blond man, and without warning, wrapped his arms around his unsuspecting host.

Dave dropped his spatula and almost jumped into the air as strong arms suddenly encircled him. He would have been annoyed if it didn't feel so nice in Karl's firm embrace. Taking off his headphones, he said in a mock accusing voice. "I thought I told you to entertain yourself for a while."

"Got bored... and hungry," purred the porn star against the blond man's ear. "Thought I'd have some dessert before dinner."

Dave froze as the porn star began to lay soft kisses upon his neck. There was no mistaking Karl's intentions now; the man definitely wanted him. The question was whether he should allow this to go further. He knew he *wanted* the porn star, but he was never one to let lust rule him. That brought him to the fact that he *did* like a lot of things about Karl, his passion, his sense of humor, his willingness to help others just to name a few. Karl was someone he knew he could grow to love in time. Bedding him would not be against his 'no casual sex' policy.

In the end, Dave decided it was best to lay it all out in the open. "I don't do one night stands, Karl."

To say Dave's statement surprised Karl was an understatement. A Hollywood manager who didn't do one-night stands, that's just simply unheard of. But when he turned the blond man around to look into his piercing azure eyes, he knew Dave meant what he said. Despite the obvious physical attraction between them, the older man would not tumble into bed with him just for a night of fun.

Karl was now confronted with a prospect that he had never considered before: a relationship. Given his line of work, no one had ever wanted anything 'permanent' with him. He was just the well-hung sexy guy who was good for wild hot sex. Now, here was Dave, a hotshot Hollywood manager, hinting not so subtly that he wanted a real relationship. That just couldn't be happening. Maybe he got Dave's meaning wrong. "Do you mean what you said like 'I want you to leave now' or 'I want you around, even after dessert'?"

Relieved that Karl hadn't ran for cover the moment he brought up the possibility of attachments, Dave tip-toed and offered the porn star a feather-light kiss on the lips. "Does that answer your question?"

Karl was still not very sure about this 'relationship' thing, but Dave was definitely handsome and fun to be with. Spending more time with the blond man seemed like an appealing idea. Stroking Dave's cheek, he whispered huskily, "If I kiss you now, does that make me your boyfriend?"

"More like my lover," answered Dave as he leaned in for another kiss. This time, the porn star parted his lips, inviting the blond man to explore the hot cavern. Their tongues waltzed unhurried as they savored each other's taste.

The kiss deepened; Dave soon found himself struggling for breath as his lover began to suckle gently on his tongue. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss. "You want to take this somewhere more comfortable?"

"What's wrong with staying here?" asked the porn star with a naughty gleam in his eyes.

"Karl..."

"Don't tell me you've never fantasized about being bent over and taken on the kitchen counter?" purred Karl lustfully as he turned his lover around and unceremoniously ripped Dave's shirt open. "I don't think you'll be needing that tonight."

As much as Dave wanted Karl, he was used to being in control. Instead of submitting to the porn star's will, he tried to twist out of the man's grasp. "Hey, I like that shirt!"

"More than this?" asked Karl in his most seductive voice as his hand found one of Dave's nipples and began caressing it with his thumb.

All the blond could do was purr in response as thoughts vanished. The porn star chuckled a sassy "thought so" before his free hand traveled lower to free Dave of his slacks and boxers.

Karl stroke his lover's manhood lightly, all the while suckling on the base of the man's neck. Encouraged by the wanton moans emanating from Dave, he dipped his fingers into the salad oil on the kitchen counter and began teasing the blond's entrance with his slick digits.

The gentle strokes of the porn star's hands were more than Dave could bear. He needed Karl to take him now. He pushed his hips back against the man, trying impale himself on the man's teasing finger. His ploy worked; a slick digit slipped into his body, stroking him from within as Karl's other hand caressed his leaking cock.

The pleasure was so intense that everything was turning hazy. Through the fog, he could hear Karl asking, "You want my cock, don't you?"

Dave didn't know how he managed to speak. His voice sounded so foreign to him when it pleaded. "Yes, please, fuck me."

Seeing Dave completely undone, naked and spread out for the taking gave Karl the headiest sense of accomplishment. The porn star had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted his golden-haired lover right now. With shaky hands, he freed his dripping arousal from the confines of his jeans. Impatiently, he dug out a condom from his wallet and rolled it on in quick practiced movements. Without further delay, he plunged into his lover's tight heat, not pausing until he was buried to the hilt.

Dave cried out at the sudden intrusion. There was no pain really, just the most incredible feeling of being filled. He pushed back against Karl, a signal to his lover that he was ready for more. Immediately, he was rewarded with Karl's forceful thrusts, all perfectly aimed to hit his sweet spot. He mewled as his lover pumped his manhood in time with his powerful strokes. Unable to take anymore of this mind-blowing pleasure, he exploded in Karl's hands before collapsing onto the counter, no more than a heap of trembling flesh and over-sensitized nerves.

The rippling of Dave's inner muscles pushed the porn star over the edge. With a few more strokes, he emptied himself deep inside his lover. He held the blond man through the aftershocks of their passions before gingerly pulling out to dispose of the condom. One good thing about being a porn star, he was trained to have a short recovery time.

Karl gathered his still shivering lover close to him and laid a gentle kiss upon the man's golden head. Dave sighed contently as his hooded sapphire eyes opened. Placing his hand against the porn star's chest, he whined, "Now, that's not fair. You're wearing way too much clothes."

Dave was about to try to wrestle the porn star's t-shirt off when the timer on his oven went off. It would seem that their dinner was ready. Grinning saucily, Karl said, "There will be plenty of time to rectify that after dinner, love. Having dessert first had worked up my appetite."

Dave shook his head at his lover in mock exasperation. Life was going to get so much more interesting with Karl around.

*****

Chapter 3

If someone told Viggo he would be inside Hollywood Golden Boy Orlando Bloom's house, watching a copy of his first film, Slaveboys from Outer Space, he'd tell them to go seek psychiatric help. But sometimes reality could take some crazy turns, much like now…

Viggo did not know what possessed him to agree to 'commentate' his first film to help Orlando research his role. All he knew was that when those molten chocolate eyes locked with his, he could not deny the dark-haired beauty anything... even if it were something so embarrassing that made him want to dig a hole and hide.

But what done was done. The video was in the VCR; the opening credits were about to end. It was too late to back out now. He sipped his expensive wine nervously, hoping the alcohol would calm his frazzled nerves.

After one dinner date, Viggo had fallen completely in love with the movie star. Aside from being devastatingly gorgeous, Orlando was exuberant, passionate, easy to talk to, great fun to be with, all in all... perfect. And thanks to some extremely good fortune, Orlando seemed to return his affections. He didn't want the youth to see his wild, lecherous onscreen persona. He feared it would drive sweet innocent Orlando away.

"Vig, are you okay?"

The brush of the youth's fingertips upon his arm startled Viggo into spilling his drink. "Damn!"

Watching the dark stain grew on the porn star's pale blue shirt, Orlando said, "If you want, I can throw the shirt into the laundry for you before the stain sets."

"Thanks," Viggo answered as he took his shirt off. It wasn't until he saw Orlando staring that he realized he was now bare-chested. Not wanting to ‘scare' his host with his ‘nudity', he began to put the soiled garment back on. "Actually, it's okay. It's just a bit of wine. Don't worry about it."

Orlando shook his head and wrestled the garment from the man before he could finish re-dressing. "Don't be silly, Vig. It's not like I haven't seen you naked."

Viggo blushed, feeling more like a bashful young virgin than a well-established porn star. All this was so new to him; he hadn't been in a serious relationship for years and he had never been so deeply in love before. He wanted desperately to do everything ‘right'; he couldn't bear losing Orlando.

Orlando gave the porn star a reassuring smile before putting the video on pause. "I'll be back," the youth joked in a 'Terminator' voice and left Viggo to his thoughts.

*****

As soon as he finished setting the washer cycle, Orlando headed back to the living room with a blanket in hand. He could see how shy Viggo was earlier; he figured the man would be more comfortable with some sort of clothing to wrap around his bare torso.

Orlando's initial desire for the porn star had grown considerably during the course of the night. He had never met anyone so sexy yet sweet before. But as much as he wanted Viggo, he was too in love with the man to risk rushing things. He would patient and let the shy porn star dictate the pace of their relationship.

"I brought this for you, in case you get cold," said Orlando as he handed his guest the blanket.

"Thanks," replied Viggo, shivering ever so slightly when their fingers met. He could not help but wonder how those slender digits would feel against his bare skin.

"Shall we?" asked the movie star as he started the video again.

Here was the moment Viggo dreaded; the opening 'bondage' sequence he really didn't want Orlando to see. He could not help but fear the sweet youth would get the wrong idea, thinking he was into serious kinks in real life.

Orlando's jaw dropped as he gawked at the screen. Never had he expected to see the porn star in such a vulnerable position. He had always thought of Viggo as strong and in control. "Was that uncomfortable?"

Viggo's face turned crimson as he muttered, "Well...umm... filming the scene was nerve wrecking, my first movie and all, but it wasn't that bad."

"It must take a lot of trust to let them tie you up like that," commented Orlando, eyes turning away from the screen to his guest.

"That and confidence," replied the porn star, a bit more relaxed now that Orlando didn't seem to think any less of him because of what he had just witnessed.

"Confidence?" asked the youth with a frown.

"Yeah, this may come as a surprise, but being a sub takes a lot of confidence. You have to be sure of yourself, you know, of what you want and who you are to have the courage to let go."

"I guess it's all in the attitude, huh?" asked Orlando as he bit his lips, pondering the porn star's
explanation.

Viggo nodded and expanded, "Yeah, that's what everything boils down to in my business really: confidence. It doesn't matter how you are in real life, the moment you step on set, you *have* to believe in your own appeal. You have to act as if you *know* that everyone wants you."

"Being a porn star sounds like playing a role," Orlando commented quietly as he absorbed the older man's words.

Viggo nodded with a smile, glad of this opportunity to make Orlando understand that his job did not define who he was. He might be a ‘sex machine' on screen, but he would never take advantage of the young man in any way. "Yeah, I'm nowhere near as 'pervy' in real life."

Orlando laughed a "That's good to know" and took Viggo's hand before turning his attention back to the movie. The porn star smiled as slender fingers interlaced with his. It would appear that he did not have to worry about his line of work ‘scaring' the object of his affections away anymore.

*****

"Vig, can I ask you something?"

"It's a little late to ask that question, isn't it?" laughed the porn star, more at ease now that he knew Orlando didn't think worse of him because of his job.

Orlando smiled coyly before leaning in close to the older man until they were merely inches apart. Viggo took a deep breath and reminded himself to take things slow. But tried as he might, he could not help licking his lips in anticipation.

"I want you, Vig, not as a porn star, not as a great time in bed…just you. I know you don't want to rush things, and I respect that," said Orlando as his intense coco orbs bore into Viggo's. "But, will you let me kiss you now?"

Viggo actually pinched himself to make certain he didn't imagine the youth's words before whispering his reply. "Orlando, I'd be crazy if I say no."

The porn star took the initiative then, closing the final inches between them to brush his lips against Orlando's. The sensation was surreal, lips so silken, so warm, so pliant, his to claim. Gently, he traced the cupid bow with his tip of his tongue, delighting in the soft gasp that escaped from the dark-haired beauty's lips. Tentative, the youth's tongue darted out to tango with his before retreating once more. With a sigh, Viggo accepted the invitation, slipping inside the hot cavern to taste Orlando's sweetness for the first time. Their tongues mated leisurely, lost in the sensual tenderness of their kiss. After an eternity of languid exploration, Viggo withdrew. With a final caress of his lips upon Orlando's, he pulled away.

Orlando bit his lower lip and sighed contently. All he could say to their first kiss was a breathless "wow".

Viggo smiled and drew the youth into a loose embrace. As aroused as he was, he would be content to just hold Orlando forever.

The youth shifted, his movement bringing his leg against Viggo's hardness. Holding the older man's eyes with his, he asked, "You want me?"

Viggo blushed and loosened his hold. He didn't the dark-haired beauty to know the extent of his desire. "Orlando, I…"

Putting a finger to the older man's lips, the dark-haired beauty whispered huskily, "I'm not a saint, Vig, just a confident boy who knows what he wants."

Viggo gulped as the gorgeous youth lied back onto the sofa; arms stretched above his head, wrists crossed as if bound, black t-shirt hugging his body like a second skin, Orlando was the most seductive symbol of sensual decadence the porn star had ever seen. Out of its own volition, his hand moved, laying trembling fingers upon the youth's taut stomach.

"Touch me, Vig. I won't break," encouraged Orlando with a sultry smile.

Viggo had always thought of the movie star as a ‘straight-laced' romantic; he never imagined Orlando could be so seductive. He licked his lips as shaky fingers found their way inside the youth's t-shirt, pushing the garment up to reveal smooth olive skin. Soft, timid touches mapped the dark-haired beauty's lithe form, drawing a blissful sigh from his parted lips. Encouraged by the sweet, musical sound, the caresses became bolder, roaming the planes of Orlando's well-toned body. Soon, skilled hands settled upon teasing the youth's nipples, rolling the dusky peaks until he shivered with need.

It was so difficult to stay still as Viggo explored his body with infinite tenderness, but Orlando was determined to let the older man take control. It was the only way he could make Viggo see the depth of his feelings, let the man know that he loved and trusted him. He would take whatever sweet torture his lover decided to bestow.

Viggo's hands moved to free his lover's arousal from its confines. Lapping leisurely at the youth's graceful neck, he stroked the leaking shaft in a languid rhythm that matched his tongue. Head thrown back, eyes closed, hands clutched into fists, Orlando surrendered completely to his lover's touch.

It was both humbling and arousing, to be gifted with so much trust. Viggo's cock twitched in the confines of his jeans, hardened to the point of pain, desperate for release; he had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Orlando before.

Viggo wanted to take the dark-haired beauty now, to claim Orlando as his once and for all. But he knew the youth had never been with a man before. Given how close they were, neither would last the preparation; they would have to be joined another way. He pulled a condom out of his pocket before removing his jeans.
Naked, he knelt on top of his lover. "Open your eyes, love. I want you to see."

Orlando's eyes flickered open to find his lover straddling him. He held his breath as Viggo rolled the lubed condom onto his arousal, all the while holding his eyes captive with fiery steel-blue orbs. Gazes locked, his lover positioned himself over his hard shaft. He groaned as Viggo's guardian muscles gripped the sensitive tip of his manhood. Slowly, inch by inch, his lover sank down onto him, taking him into his sinfully tight body until he was buried to the hilt.

Viggo rolled his hips in small circles as he stroked his own turgid length. Orlando moaned and writhed wantonly beneath him, wordlessly begging him to move in earnest. Taking pity, he began to ride his young lover hard and fast, clamping down on Orlando's cock with his inner muscles as he moved. His lover chanted his name like a prayer; he knew the youth could not last long. He shifted such that Orlando's thrust hit his sweet spot and began pumping his leaking shaft. "Come for me, love."

Orlando wasted no time obeying his lover's request. He shouted Viggo's name as he shuddered and found release inside the older man's tight heat. Pleasure overwhelmed his senses; through the haze, he heard Viggo called his name before all became still again.

When consciousness returned, Orlando was lying naked in his lover's arms. He smiled and snuggled closer to Viggo's warmth. "I love you, Vig."

"Love you too, angel," replied the older man as he kissed the top of the youth's head.

"Stay with me tonight," asked Orlando softly as he wound his arms around the older man. After the intimacy they had shared, he wanted to make certain Viggo no longer felt the need to develop their relationship slowly for his sake.

"Yes, love; tonight and for as long as you want me," said Viggo, tightening his hold on his lover, a silent vow never to let go.

So it was that the lovers drifted off to sleep together, limbs entwined. It was to be the first of many blissful nights to come.

*****

THE END

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