Troy Boy
Part 2
Posted: January 4, 2008
Title: Troy Boy
Author: Lostiawen
Summary: Orlando starts scheming with Eric's help.
*****
Eric was hopeful as he strolled up to the Wardrobe department. He had been looking for Brad all morning with no luck. He wasn't on set, or in his trailer, so this was the only other place he could be. He poked his head in and grinned from ear to ear when he saw a wardrobe assistant trying to lengthen the hem of Brad's skirt.
"Never thought you were the shy type," Eric said. The skirt was a bit on the short side, but Brad was so unabashed about nudity that Eric didn't think it would be an issue.
The assistant made the adjustment and left. Brad chuckled, "I'm not...but when I starting jumping around, Wolfgang started muttering about 'pink bald guys' dominating the shot."
"That wouldn't be a problem if you'd wear pants," Eric replied.
Brad gave Eric a shit-eating grin. "No way, man. It wouldn't be authentic. Besides, I like getting some air down there."
Eric laughed. "Don't tell Wolfgang, but Orlando is going without, too. Says he itches too much in this heat."
"My lips are sealed." He started to pull off his costume and said in a fake Arnold Schwarzenegger accent, "So, am I going to show you what a girly man you are this afternoon?"
Eric replied, "Uh...that's what I came down to ask you. Can you switch your workout to the evening, just for today?"
Brad cocked an eyebrow upward. "Why?"
"Um, well...you know that Sean arrived yesterday, right?"
"Yeah..." Brad said. He doffed his heavy tunic and started toweling his chest and arms off. Even though it was barely morning, it was already heating up; Eric could feel the beads of perspiration forming on his face, too. It looked like it was going to be another miserable day.
Brad finished wiping himself down and tossed the cloth into a hamper. "So, what about it?"
"I invited him to work out with us, but it would really be best if Orli and me were the only ones there."
Brad seemed puzzled by that statement. Eric decided to wait, and sure enough, realization dawned in Brad's eyes seconds later. "Shit, Orli's going to try to jump him, isn't he?"
"Yeah, well...he's going to make Sean think the jumping was his own idea," Eric replied with a sheepish smile on his lips.
Brad guffawed and gave Eric a punch in the arm. "That's cool! Well, wish him luck. Maybe now he'll
stop whining about Sean when he's out drinking with me."
"We can only hope." He waved goodbye to Brad and decided to grab a little morning something before
he popped into Make-Up.
He walked across the lot in broad strides. Even though it was still early, the crew was bustling about, moving and transporting equipment for today's shoot. Eric maneuvered around them, weaving in and out until he reached the catering table. He grabbed a coffee for himself and a soy latte for Orlando, chuckling as he remembered his conversation last night with Sean.
Getting the door open to the make-up trailer while carrying two cups of steaming hot liquid was a bit dodgy, but Eric used the Elbow and Bum technique -- something that wouldn't be possible if the damn thing swung out instead of in.
Orlando was already in one of the chairs. Claudia was behind him, using a teasing comb to faff his curls. Their conversation stopped when the door opened, and Orli's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Eric. "You brought coffee! My hero!"
"Your soy latte, little brother," Eric replied, planting a big sloppy kiss on Orlando's forehead.
Claudia grumbled, "Watch it. I'm having a hell of a time already trying to get these curls to behave."
Eric slipped the drink into Orli's hands before he sat down. " Orlando...why are you making her
life difficult?"
"It's not my fault," Orlando pouted. "The humidity's making the whole bloody lot go in all different directions. It's going to take two cans of hairspray to make anything stay."
"Well, I'm in the same boat as you, Orli, but you don't hear me whinging." Eric took a sip of his
coffee. "Actually, I kind of like the smell."
Orlando looked at Eric as if he had grown a second head. "Say what? That's daft! Why on Earth would
you like it?"
"Because it keeps me from getting a whiff of your aftershave. Everyone in the trailer next to us can smell you."
Eric ducked when a box of tissues was lobbed in his direction. "Bugger off!" Orlando growled.
"Orlando, hold still or so help me God, I'll tell Deborah and she'll give you raccoon eyes," Claudia replied. "I have enough problems without you acting like a five-year old."
Orlando shrank in his seat and mumbled an apology. Today was the first day that the two of them were filming in full costume, and they were eager as hell to try out the Trojan gear.
Eric leaned back, waiting for Claudia to finish so that she could start working on his hair. He didn't have
to stew for long -- she stepped away after a few minutes and examined Orlando's mop of curls
with a critical gaze.
"Yeah, you're done," she said before she stepped over to Eric's station.
She was running her fingers through his hair when an assistant knocked on the door and poked her head in. "Change of plans -- Wolfgang says that he wants to film the scene where Hector goes off to his death."
Orlando squeaked. "Already? I thought we were going to film some of the boating scenes."
The assistant shook her head. "Water's much too choppy today, and the wind is awful. He thought it'd be
better to get some of the outside scenes today. Oh, and he had a discussion with wardrobe...they've rearranged your costume a bit for that scene."
Orlando breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. The script had Paris hauling his arse out of bed, so they stuck me in the black silk robe."
"That tarty little thing?" Eric chuckled. "The one that screams 'Shag me now'?"
Orlando blew a raspberry. "You're just jealous because I look fantastically sexy in it."
"More like a fantastic slag," Eric replied. He started imitating Orlando's voice again. "'Oh, poor me...a nasty Greek warrior cut my leg open. Helen, luv, I think it's gone green -- please, let me shag you before I die. I hope you don't mind that I already fucked all of the guards."
"Sod off," Orlando replied, giving Eric the finger.
"Oh come on, you know you look like a Trojan rentboy."
"You're a cunt."
Eric sat back in his chair and looked smug. Anytime Orlando purely used insults, it meant that he had run out of things to say. He did wonder what Wolfgang had in mind for the new scene. He didn't worry too much, though, anything was better than the pimp robe.
***
Eric checked his watch. Orlando was overdue by about fifteen minutes from wardrobe. What was taking him so damn long?
The temperature had been climbing steadily, and he huddled closer to the fan that had been set up. It never took much to make him sweat, and his leather costume just made things worse. beads of perspiration were trickling down his face, ruining his make-up again.
Soon, a make-up artist would buzz by and admonish him to keep cool before she repaired the damage. He took another long sip of water, and noticed a skinny figure darting around in the shadows out of the corner of his eye.
"Whoa, Orli? Is that you?"
The person didn't answer, but Eric was pretty sure that the outline belonged to Orlando. Grumbling, he walked over to where he last saw Orli.
He saw some more movement from behind one of the porta-loos. Eric crossed his arms and said, "Quit arsing around and get over here -- unless you don't want my help any longer."
After a few minutes, Orlando finally dragged himself out of his hiding space. His cheeks were flushed, and he was dressed in the long cotton robe he wore between takes.
"Why are you still in that cover up? It's boiling out!" Eric said.
Orlando muttered, "I'm feeling a little shy, all right?"
Something about that statement just wasn't right. "Shy? You? Mr. 'I Got a Brazilian So That I'll Look
Fantastic When I Get My Kit Off For the Cameras'?"
"Shut it, okay?" Orlando said. He pulled the robe tighter around him.
Eric just couldn't let this one rest. He tackled Orlando and tugged the robe open. His jaw dropped open in surprise once he saw the costume that Orlando was wearing -- he wasn't sure if the thing was an ugly muumuu or just a shapeless bag. Either way, it was hideous.
"One laugh out of you, and you're dead meat, man," Orlando said with a pout.
Orlando's expression, coupled with how silly the outfit made him look, was too much. Eric doubled over in laughter, guffawing until tears ran down his cheeks.
The next moment he was tackled to the ground by a severely annoyed Orli. "Help! I'm being
attacked by an Elf wearing a tent!" Eric called out.
"Wanker! Take that back, you arse-fucking bastard!"
Eric snorted, "Like I'm afraid of you."
The taunt made Orlando's expression darken. "Fine, you want to play dirty?"
He reached down and dug his fingers into the bare flesh behind Eric's knees.
"Oh shit, no!" That brief sentence was all Eric could manage before he dissolved into laughter. Eric was extremely ticklish on that spot, and Orlando exploited that without mercy, continuing his assault until taking a breath started to hurt.
"Stop, Orli, please!" Eric gasped.
Orlando tickled him again. "I don't hear an apology."
Another wave of laughter hit Eric, and tears were now streaming from his eyes. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't because Orli wasn't giving him a chance. Eric waved his arms around frantically, trying to get Orlando to ease up.
He was almost blue in the face before Orlando paused again. "I give! I'm sorry!" Eric said as fast as he could.
Orlando pouted and rolled off. "Just for that, you get to make the coffee for the next month."
Eric breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm really regretting that game of drunken 'Truth or Dare' that Brad dragged us into."
"Hey man, if you had chosen 'dare' I would have never found out about your ticklish bits. I didn't do any truths because I just knew that he was gunning for dirt."
"You're the only person I know who would take a dare from Brad. I still can't believe he made you lick that frog."
Orlando shrugged and said, "Seemed a better choice with my sex life. I knew he'd want details.”
Eric decided to enact a little revenge for the tickling he received. "Except that you blurted everything out about your time in high heels when we went out for drinks about a week later."
The wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression on Orlando's face was priceless. It looked like he was going to catch flies.
Eric continued to smile, projecting an aura of innocence until Orlando's eyes suddenly narrowed in suspicion. "You're taking the piss," Orli said.
Eric replied in a nonchalant voice, "You went to a club with no knickers on? With Viggo?"
"Oh, shite..." Orli said, burying his head in his hands.
Eric grinned. It had been a long day on the set, with a lot of frustrating setbacks, so Brad had decided to treat everyone at one of the local bars. Once they arrived, he dared Orli and Eric to trade shots with him.
Orlando, of course, couldn't turn down a dare and had gotten monged within three shots. He then hogged the karaoke machine for most of the night, and decided that it would be a good idea to belt out "Tainted Love" repeatedly. He only stopped when Eric dragged him off stage and threatened to shove the microphone up his arse.
Orlando pouted, but his momentary disappointment faded away when he draped himself over Rose. He spent the rest of the night staring down her cleavage, fascinated by it to no end.
This confused Eric. He received his explanation when he was driving a very soused Orlando back to the
hotel -- Orlando blurted out that Viggo had dressed him in drag once and it had led to some of the hottest sex ever. He was staring at Rose because he wanted to figure out how to make "his tits look as good as hers for the next time."
He started rambling on about engineering particulars and appearing at the club, but Eric managed to stop him before he got too far. Of course, there was no need to let Orlando know now how little he had divulged that night.
"I can't believe I blabbed about that..." Orlando said. "Someone shoot me now."
"Oh, and I'd like to borrow your frock, too. It sounded really cute. Especially the headlights you stuck on your bum."
One, two, three....
"WANKER!" Orlando shrieked. Eric took off at high speed, snickering to himself.
***
Eventually, Orlando decided that he still needed Eric's help and he stopped giving him the cold shoulder.
The rest of the morning passed as usual and Eric was relieved when they were dismissed for the day.
He hit the gym immediately, looking forward to working out. He was done with his warm-ups when Sean arrived.
"Sorry, I had a meeting and it ran over," Sean said. He looked around and frowned. "Where's Orli and Brad?"
"Brad had to go back for yet another refitting. You know how it is."
Sean laughed and said, "Yeah. I can't remember how many times I had to go back to get things twatted with. I guess Orli is doing his usual?"
Eric said, "Yeah. He always comes by after I'm done on the bench. Says that he's frightened of my arms."
That was a slight lie. Orli did make that comment, but he was normally Eric's spotter. Eric wasn't sure why Orli had asked him to go on ahead, but he was guessing that it was all part of the plan.
Whatever the plan was. Once Orlando had settled down, Eric had told him about the conversation with Brad that morning. Orli beamed and outlined what he wanted to have happen.
Well, mostly.
All Orlando had told Eric was that he was going to work on Sean, and that Eric should take off when things got hot and heavy.
Eric almost rolled his eyes. The "plan" was typical Orli. Sometimes he was tempted to turn the boy over his knee and give his arse a good spanking. On the other hand, that would probably turn him on...
He noticed that Sean had finished warming up, so he whipped off his shirt and flexed, trying to determine which muscle groups needed work today.
Sean blew a wolf whistle in Eric's direction. "Orli's right, you've got a pretty good set of biceps there. Must have taken forever to build them."
"Not as long as it took him to get anything on his skinny little arms," Eric said.
He squinted in the mirror and frowned; it looked like his chest and pecs needed a little more attention today. He went over to the bench and threw some weights onto the metal bar.
As he was doing so, he continued his earlier conversation. " Orlando wasn't even going to work out, but then he noticed that he practically disappeared when I stood next to him on screen."
Sean eyed the stack on each end of the bar and looked impressed. "109 kilos? That's quite a load."
Eric replied, "Brad lifts just about as much. We kind of have an informal competition."
He sat down and then laid back, scooting upwards until he was underneath the barbell. "Can I trouble you for a spot?" he asked.
"Sure," Sean replied, stepping into position behind Eric's head. He touched his fingertips to the underside of the metal bar, signaling that he was ready.
Eric's concentration narrowed to a fine point. He had just gone into a new weight class, and the first few reps were always difficult. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the heavy bar, taking a moment to stabilize the thing before he steadily lowered and pushed it.
The first set went well, and then he switched off with Sean, giving the other man some tips that he received from the personal trainer. The second set was not so easy, and halfway through his third, Eric started wobbling.
"Come on," Sean said. "You've still got a ways to go."
Puffing out a breath, Eric let out a small grunt. He managed two more reps, but on the third one, his arms stopped halfway up. The damn thing felt immensely heavy, and he felt like he couldn't do any more.
"Push!" Sean said in an encouraging voice, "You can do it! Push!"
With a growl, Eric tried to budge his unresponsive muscles, but they just shook. He felt his grip loosening, and he knew that if he didn't stop now, he was done for.
He was about to slide the bar back when Sean yelled, "One more, damnit!"
"Can't..." Eric said.
"Fucking do it!" Sean barked out.
Cursing, Eric tried to comply. The bar inched upward, but Eric felt like he was about to collapse. He was going to call it quits when a hand came out of nowhere, grabbed his naughty bits, and gave them a firm squeeze. He let out a loud yelp, and his arms shot straight up, completing the rep.
"Done!" Sean said. He steadied the barbell and helped Eric slide it back into its usual resting place.
Eric gazed downward, curious to see which cheeky git had felt him up. He wasn't surprised at all to see
Orlando's grinning face.
"I knew you could do it!" Orlando said. "All it took was a proper push."
Sean replied, "You use that move on me, Orli, and I'll kick your arse up and down the street."
Eric resisted the urge to plant his own foot in Orlando's arse. That stunt of his could have caused serious damage. "What in fuck were you thinking?"
Orli shrugged and said, "Hey, it worked, didn't it?"
"And what if I dropped the barbell?"
"Stop being such a tosser, we both know that you're too good to do that." He looked over at Sean and said, "Want me to spot you?"
Sean held up his hand and said, "I don't need you grabbing my goods. Go stretch and I'll have Eric spot me...and no pouting."
"I'm not pouting," Orli said indignantly, even though he was doing just that.
"Then why is your lower lip sticking out?" Eric replied.
Orlando flipped him off and grumbled while he made his way over to the stretching area. He pulled out a mat and settled down before he gave Eric a cheeky smile.
Ignoring his surroundings, Orli's face became calm and serene as he opened his legs to an almost 180 degree angle. He then placed his arms on the floor and bent forward, leaning until his chest touched the ground.
Damn, was the boy flexible. Out of the corner of his eye, Eric noticed that Sean was gaping. He leaned over and whispered, "What, he's never done that around you?"
Sean realized that he was staring and he said gruffly. "He was always too busy scheming or shagging Viggo."
"With that kind of flexibility, I bet Viggo can bend him until his knees are in his ears. That would be a sight..."
"I have to finish my set." Sean's voice was clipped, but there was a husky undertone to it that was unmistakable.
Eric decided to let Sean stew a bit. He didn't say anything while they changed places and he only murmured a few words of encouragement when Sean began his set.
He kept one eye on Sean, and the other on Orlando. Orli had lifted his head slightly, and was looking with curiosity in Eric's direction.
Eric mouthed as carefully as he could, "It's working."
Orlando beamed before he twisted himself into another stretch, this time lying face down while he crossed his legs into a lotus position. His shorts stretched obscenely over his arse, outlining every firm curve, and clung to his crotch.
"Wow," Eric said as Sean was finishing up, "That's a sight."
Orlando was exactly positioned so that Sean would see it when he sat up. Sean made a weird choking sound, and gawped openly. In response, Orlando let out a breathy noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan and shifted his hips.
Sean cleared his throat and grabbed a towel. He wiped the sweat from his brow before he sat up, obviously holding the cloth in front of his crotch. "I think I'm going to hit the loo," he said. "Lunch is disagreeing with me."
As soon as Sean disappeared into the locker room, Orlando scampered over and quietly popped the door open. He listened for a few minutes and then a wide grin spread across his face.
"Fantastic! He's in the shower!” He winked at Eric. "Guess this is where you scarper."
Eric hugged Orlando. "Have a good time, Orli."
"Oh, I'm sure I will," Orlando said, his voice smoky with obvious lust.
*****
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