Fiction: Two Days in Porn Valley: Day 2
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kethniName: Two Days In Porn Valley – Day 2
Pairing: Matt/Adam/Luke, Matt/Adam, Matt/Nathan (implied, previous)
Rating: 18
Warnings: It’s porn, literally. Swearing, explicit sex, references to bodily functions, BDSM
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dragon6593
Summary: Luke Campbell’s Guide to Making Adult Entertainment
Word count: 6900 approx
Day 1
In the morning, I figure I’ll try some more studios. I’m not expecting to get lucky again right away, but getting my name and photo out has got to help.
Now I’ve got a pay check I can buy some more milk. Cornflakes and water are just gross. Not going to go nuts but some milk won’t be too much, right?
My phone rings. Man, that better not be my mom again. She starts off all please, please, baby I love you, and then ends up yelling at me.
Unknown number, huh. Maybe she’s getting sneaky.
‘Hello?’
‘Hey kid, it’s Daphne. You free today? We’ve got five scenes in need of a bottom. You up for it?’
‘Yeah! Absolutely!’
She laughs at that. ‘Word to the wise kid, when you come to negotiate, be less excited. Can you be here by ten?’
‘Sure!’
‘See you later.’ She puts the phone down.
Kick ass!
I’m completely floating down the road. Whee! I should definitely get a script this time right? Five scenes, five whole scenes! That’s like half the movie or something! I was completely spazzing out on the bus but I don’t care. They want me back so I can’t have been that bad, right?
A snazzy banana-yellow sporty convertible pulls up beside me. Adam lowers his sunglasses and looks over. ‘Morning! On your way in? Hop in. Dump your bag in the back seat.’
‘Oh wow, oh thanks Adam!’ The seats are real soft leather and the dash is kind of toffee coloured wood. There’s a little Dictaphone kind of thing on the backseat along with a pile of those little tapes. ‘They called me back in!’
‘Yes, I know,’ he says smiling at me. ‘You’re a quick study and a good sport. Plenty of these lads turn up and they think it’s all nothing but screwing. They can get a little testy with the realities of film making.’
‘Oh I read uh Bobby Blake’s book and Blue Blake’s book, oh and Ron Jeremy’s,’ I say. ‘They all said about takes and cutting for stuff.’
Adam overtakes a VW Beetle tootling down the road at like twelve miles an hour. ‘Organised little elf aren’t you?’
‘I’ve always wanted to be in porn ever since I knew what it was.’
‘I hope you’re not about to go all ‘Eve Harrington’ on me, dear,’ he says, looking me up and down. ‘I have claws.’
What? What did I say! ‘I... I don’t know what that means!’
Adam shakes his head and smiles. ‘Relax little one, I’m only teasing.’
‘Oh, sorry. Um. So, I don’t suppose you know who I have scenes with today?’ I ask. ‘Is it you and Mr Parklane again?’
‘Mmm, yes,’ he agrees. ‘That alright with you is it?’
Okay, now I know that is teasing. ‘You were both so great yesterday!’
‘Were we? Dear Lord! Don’t tell anyone that, you’ll ruin our reputations!’ he laughs. ‘Really though, Matt and I aren’t so elderly that we don’t remember how... anxious, a boy can be on his first few attempts.’
I look at him closer; he doesn’t seem so old. Younger than Mr Parklane and Mr Petrelli for sure. ‘How come you and Mr Petrelli call Mr Parklane ‘Matt’, but everyone else calls him ‘Bill’?’
Adam smiles and glances at me. ‘Observant too. Do you think Matt and Nathan get on?’
Daphne didn’t think so, but Daphne talked about Mr Parklane like he was practically a monster. ‘I think so, yeah.’
‘But they argue, a lot,’ Adam says.
‘Yeah but... like my Aunt Ruth and Uncle George argue,’ I say. ‘Like it’s almost for something to say, you know?’
Adam laughs. ‘Like an old married couple. My, my, aren’t you a sharp little thing? I’ll have to keep my eye on you.’ He glances at me. ‘Matt and Nathan go back a ways. Two young bucks right off the bus bumped into each other and palled around. Matt ended up in front of the camera and Nathan behind it.’
‘Mr Petrelli’s pretty good looking,’ I say. ‘For an old guy.’ Hey, he started with the old guy jokes.
He grins. ‘He’s not bad, but some people aren’t comfortable in front of the camera. Nathan’s one of them, but he has a decent eye. He’s worked his way up, props, camera, what passes for cinematography. In this game, you get a lot of amateurs who think directing is just telling people to take their clothes off and fuck. Even in porn there are a lot of plates to spin.’ He turns into the studio car park.
‘So... so was I okay in front of the camera?’ I ask.
Adam parks in a space just like any of the others, not a named parking spot or anything.
‘You were fine,’ he says, giving me a wink. ‘Trust me, when you’re crap you’ll hear all about it.’
I’m way early since Adam gave me a lift. Daphne says it’s cool though. She gives me a script, I have an actual script, I have actual lines, and drags me after her across the car park.
‘Where’re we going?’
‘Well kid, you don’t have a trailer to hang out in, so you’re going to have to chill in the canteen. Cool?’
‘Cool,’ I agree. We’re passing a bunch of trailers that are small and kind of battered. In one, Mr Parklane is walking back and forward. He’s got headphones on and his lips are moving like he’s singing along or something. ‘Oh hey, thanks for helping me out yesterday.’
Daphne pushes the jawbreaker from one side of her mouth to the other. ‘It’s my job, kid, but you’re welcome and you’re cute to say it.’
‘You worked here long?’
‘Yeah, a little while,’ she pushes the hair back off her face. ‘Mr Petrelli’s grouchy as fuck but he’s a decent guy. The rest of the people are pretty okay too.’ She pushes open the door to the canteen and pulls me inside. There are tons of people at tables and chairs, the furniture is kind of bashed about, and vending machines. But there’s a lady over by the counter too and she’s doling out lots of food. Daphne pulls me over to the counter. ‘Hey, Nikki. This is Luke. He’s the new bottom.’
Nikki’s a pretty blonde, kinda toothy though. She smiles at me and waves her hand at the trays of food, which smell amazing.
‘Hi Luke,’ she says nicely. ‘What can I get you?’
‘Oh I... I didn’t have time to cash the cheque Mr Petrelli gave me.’ Damn, that bacon smells fantastic.
Daphne punches me in the arm. ‘You don’t have to pay, asshole. You just don’t pig out. Nobody’s paying you to be a chubby bear. I’ll come get you for make-up in a couple of hours. Get some food and learn your lines.’ She zooms off at high speed. Vroom.
‘You just in town?’ Nikki asks, grabbing a plate. ‘Bacon?’
‘Everything looks so good! Bacon would be great, thanks.’
‘I’ll give you a bit of everything. Then you can pick what you like.’ She leans forward. ‘You look half starved.’
So, the movie today is ooh... Bill and Adam kidnapping me for ransom. They fuck each other, they fuck me, I offer to go down on them if they’ll be nice to me, if they’ll let me go. It’s a whole movie! I’m going to be in pretty much a whole movie!!!
‘Hey,’ Mr Petrelli says, sitting down opposite me with a tray. ‘Glad Daphne got hold of you.’
‘Mr Petrelli I am so grateful! Yesterday was awesome and this... this is amazing!’ I say honestly. ‘It’s like a dream come true!’
He smiles at that and takes a drink of his coffee. ‘You’re a nice kid, Luke. You’re not doing anything are you? You’re not on anything?’
Doing, like drugs doing? Man! ‘No sir!’
Mr Petrelli laughs and takes a bite of his omelette. ‘Good, don’t let anyone get you into that crap. There’re a lot of people around who’ll try and drag you into it.’
‘I’ve seen Boogie Nights,’ I say nodding.
He laughs and nods. ‘Not a bad idea. We’ll try not to let you turn into a ranting lunatic.’
‘Everyone’s been real nice,’ I say. ‘Adam gave me a lift on the way in, that’s how come I’m early.’
‘I saw him looking after you yesterday. He’s a real Auntie,’ Mr Petrelli says with a snort. ‘How’s the bacon?’
‘Good, it’s good. Everything is real good.’
‘Welcome back honey,’ Sandra says. ‘Have a cookie.’
‘I’ve got five scenes!’
‘I know,’ she says, patting my shoulder. ‘Everyone says how good you were yesterday.’ She sits me down, stands behind me, and rests her elbows on my shoulders. ‘So, kidnap victim, how do we want to look for our first scene?’
‘Kinda preppy? If I’m being kidnapped I guess my family has money right?’
‘You want to run your lines with me while I get you ready?’ Sandra offers.
‘Oh that’d be awesome, thanks!’
She runs her fingers through my hair. ‘You did a good job of washing the fixer out last night.’
‘Thanks Sandra,’ I say, getting out my script. ‘I’m so excited!’
‘Okay, shall we start from the top?’ She doesn’t even look at the script. ‘Hey there, need a ride?’
‘You already learned the lines?’ I ask. ‘Wow, do I have to learn everyone’s lines?’
She laughs and shakes her head. ‘My husband writes them. Believe it or not he spends a lot of time on them.’ She waggles her eyebrows at me. ‘I get to play all the parts you know.’
The set is a tiny section of street and cardboard cut-out of a car. I’m supposed to be walking home when the kidnappers come by and grab me.
Mr Petrelli is arguing with someone I don’t know, a real tall guy with glasses.
‘We can’t change the lines now,’ Mr Petrelli says. ‘You know how he gets.’
‘But it would be much better if we just changed it to...’
The doors open and Adam wanders in, all dressed in heavy leather gear.
‘Good morning darlings!’ he calls happily. Then his face goes darker when he sees the man with glasses. ‘Oh no, no, no. No script changes now. Do you know how long it takes to... no, just no.’
‘Only a few...’ the man with glasses says.
‘Bennet, you know how he gets!’ Adam says, walking over sort of in my direction.
Bennet, the guy with the glasses, folds his arms. ‘Well maybe we shouldn’t all be pandering to a mere actor. Let alone one who isn’t even on set on time!’
Mr Petrelli throws down his clipboard. ‘Jesus, will you all shut up! Bennet, no changes! Someone fucking go and get Matt.’
‘I’ll go!’ I promise, running for the doors.
‘Shit!’ someone swears behind me.
I head for his trailer first because I figure Sandra would’ve done him first. I can’t see him in the window so I go up the steps and knock on the door.
‘Mr Parklane? They’re asking for you on set.’ Something crashes inside so I open the door. ‘Mr Parklane...’ He’s on his knees, face bright red, gasping into a paper bag. Oh god! Is he having a heart attack? There are DVDs and those little Dictaphone tapes all over the floor like he’s knocked them off the shelf falling. Oh god, what if he’s dying? Why don’t I know CPR???
Someone grabs me by the collar and drags me backwards, right out of the trailer. Adam shoves me to one side.
‘Stay there,’ he says sharply. ‘Do not move, do not go anywhere, and do not talk to anyone. Nobody, nothing, nada, do you understand? Just nod.’
I nod and he whirls into the trailer shutting the door behind him. Oh god, I hope I didn’t do something bad. I shouldn’t have gone into the trailer. I shouldn’t have gone looking for Mr Parklane. Oh god. It’s only my second day and I’ve already messed up so badly. Is he okay? Please let him be okay.
The door opens and Adam stamps out. He shuts the door carefully and runs his fingers through his hair. But he smiles at me and puts his hand on my forearm to pull me away.
‘Is Mr Parklane okay? I should’ve got an ambulance. I’m real, real sorry A...Mr Hardman! Real sorry!’
‘Take a breath dear heart and calm down,’ he says soothingly. ‘Matt’s fine, alright? He doesn’t need an ambulance.’
‘I thought he was having a heart attack, or a stroke!’
Adam pats my arms vaguely. ‘Matt has panic attacks sometimes, they look a lot worse than they are,’ he explains. ‘He’s always had then.’
Oh man. Should I’ve known that? Why didn’t I know! ‘Um, nobody said.’
‘That’s because you’re not supposed to know,’ he says sharply. ‘This wasn’t your fault, it was an honest mistake, he understands that. But you do not talk about this with anyone, not the cast, not the crew, not the cute guy you’re screwing at the record store, and absolutely, definitely under no circumstances, not him.’
‘I don’t understand,’ I say. ‘Is he embarrassed or something? I wouldn’t have thought Big Bill Parklane got embarrassed about anything!’
Adam smiles again and rolls his eyes. ‘Bill Parklane doesn’t, I dare say. But Matt Parkman has his pride, his stupid pride, and because of that he would rather be disliked than pitied. So he lets people think he dislikes script changes rather than... he would rather have a reputation for turning up late than admit he has crippling stage fright and panic attacks. Although at least half the time he is late, arrogant tosser.’ Adam pokes me in the shoulder real hard!
‘Ow!’
‘Take that look off your face,’ he says strongly. ‘Dear god, if you look at him with one ounce of pity he will make your life hell. No pity, no sympathy, hate him if you have to, but don’t feel sorry for him.’ He sighs. ‘I’m telling you this for your own good, Luke. Do you think you can carry on without telling anyone about this?’
Everyone must know. Everyone knows and everyone pretends they don’t know. ‘Yes sir.’
‘Don’t call me sir,’ Adam says, squeezing my arm. ‘You’re a good boy, Luke. You’re going to go far.’
‘Um, thanks, I’m real sorry about... about walking in.’
Adam shrugs and straightens his costume. ‘Don’t worry and don’t apologise. As far as everyone is concerned, it didn’t happen. Even me. Okay?’
‘Okay, Adam.’
Why does everyone go along with pretending he’s this big mean guy? Mr Petrelli’s known him for years, Sandra said, so he must know all about it. That’s why he sent Adam, right? Because Adam knows what to do. Or something, I guess. Because really he should’ve sent Daphne, that’s her job.
We get back on set and Mr Petrelli starts yelling at us like we were the one who didn’t turn up. Then Mr Parklane arrives looking real mad. Looking real mad at me. He stares at me. Stares at me while we’re getting set up.
He thinks I’m going to say something about the panic attack! Huh.
But when Mr Petrelli shouts ‘action’, he’s completely different, totally in character. So very, very cool.
We do the kidnap scene a couple of times so that they can get coverage. Heh, look at me using technical terms! Like I’m a pro or something.
I’m in a porn movie, in porn valley, making a movie with Bill Parklane and Adam Hardman!!! Just when I get used to the idea I remember it again.
Sandra has to touch up my make-up because it gets smeared when Mr Parklane is dragging me along the pavement. She takes me over to one side and while she’s doing my face I hear Mr Parklane screaming at Mr Petrelli and the glasses guy.
‘I’m not fucking learning any other fucking useless shit you sling together and call lines!’
‘Don’t stare, honey,’ Sandra murmurs. ‘If he sees you looking then you’ll get it next.’
‘Sorry Sandra,’ I say quietly. ‘Um, so, your husband...’
‘Yeah,’ she sighs. ‘That’s him. I love him but sometimes I could strangle him,’ she says.
‘Mr Petrelli didn’t seem to want to change the script when he asked this morning.’
Sandra dabs powder over my face. ‘Other studios, other directors, change scripts all the time,’ she explains. ‘But not Nathan, not while Bill’s his star.’
Adam comes back on set and immediately runs over to them.
‘I guess it must be confusing to change scripts a lot,’ I suggest. ‘Stress people out.’
Sandra smiles at me. ‘Something like that, yeah. Okay you’re good.’
‘They’re still fighting.’
She glances back over her shoulder. ‘Not for long. Adam’ll have everything calmed down in a jiffy.’
‘Sandra?’ I ask, I really shouldn’t ask this, I know I shouldn’t.
‘What honey?’ she asks. ‘Oh!’ She grins at me. ‘You want to know if they’re together? You boys,’ she teases. ‘You’re such terrible gossips!’
‘I didn’t ask that!’ I was totally going to though. Man, why couldn’t Sandra have been my mom?
She laughs and pretends to look serious. ‘Of course you’d never ask anything like that.’
Mr Parklane seems to have calmed down quite a bit, he’s not shouting any more, but uh Mr Bennet is looking seriously ticked off. Mr Petrelli pokes him, Mr Bennet growls something, and Adam pulls Mr Parklane away.
‘So... are they?’
‘Oh yeah,’ Sandra says easily. ‘Quite a while now. Must be, five or six years.’
‘Aww!’ Oops, didn’t mean to say that! But Sandra just pats my arm.
‘Kind of a romantic soul aren’t you Luke,’ she says with a smile. ‘Don’t worry, they’re both grown-ups and this is their job. If you hook with someone you work with, make sure you keep sex and fucking separately.’
Sandra said fucking! Wow! ‘Sandra!’
‘Oh please! You think your generation invented swearing?’
‘Marks everyone!’ someone yells.
Sandra points a finger at me. ‘We’ll talk about this later, you!’
After we reshoot the kidnap scene, they move to a different set. This one is ‘the hideout’, according to my script.
I have a script! I have lines!
Sorry; I’ll try not to keep doing that.
Anyways, the hideout looks mostly like our old shed, except instead of a bike and a garden hose there’s a bashed up couple of chairs and one of those fold-up metal bed dealies.
So, my second scene is: they drag me in and strip me naked. Then they tie me to the bed and make me watch while they have sex before Mr Parklane does me in the ass and Adam does it in my mouth.
I’m going to need a couple of pillows.
Mr Parklane is real strong. He pretty much lifts me off the ground as they drag me in. I’m squirming, but not too much, and saying my lines. It’s mostly stuff like they should let me go and they’re telling me to shut up. Usual stuff.
Then Mr Parklane pulls me over to the bed. He sits down with me between his legs and my arms totally trapped behind me. Adam kneels down and starts undressing me, pulling down my jeans. I kick my legs so I look like I’m struggling a little.
Adam throws my jeans to one side, strokes my legs, and plays with my cock, I never saw anyone in porn wear underwear. Mr Parkland is calling me names and threatening me, telling me he’s going to chain me up and fuck me every day.
Adam rips my shirt apart and rubs his hands over my chest. He leans over my shoulder, still stroking my chest, and kisses Mr Parklane. They’re kissing and moaning and I’m caught in between them. Mr Parklane is holding my hands so tight, his legs are holding my arms tight against my sides, and the side of his face is brushing against mine. Adam’s hand moves down my chest and he slides his arm under my knees. He must give Mr Parklane some kind of signal because Mr Parklane he puts his arm around my waist and they pick me together.
They put me on the bed, Mr Parklane pulls my arms over my head, and Adam puts a pillow under my legs. Just in time, I remember to kick my legs and squirm before they tie me to the bed. Mr Parklane ties my arms to the bed frame while Adam lifts up my legs and ties them to the frame.
‘Wow. This boy is really hot,’ Adam says. ‘Looking at him makes me really horny.’
‘You make me horny. Take off your clothes.’
Adam and Mr Parklane kiss and start undressing each other. They stand side on so that the camera can get a good shot. Shirts come off, then trousers, finally shoes are kicked off. Nobody wears socks either, so now they’re naked. Mr Parklane pushes Adam up against the wall. He lifts Adam up, Adam wraps his legs around Mr Parklane’s waist, and they kiss some more.
‘I want you, Blake,’ Adam says. ‘I want you to fill me with your man meat.’
Mr Parklane thrusts into him. ‘Your mangina is so tight oh yeah, oh yeah baby.’
There’s no more dialogue then, which I think is good, because... um. This is hot though, now. Mr Parklane is growling and biting at Adam’s throat as he fucks him. Adam’s fingers knot in Mr Parklane’s hair tugging tightly as he pants. Adam’s eyes are wide as he gasps and moans.
Mr Parklane keeps Adam trapped against the wall and frees an arm. He starts jacking off Adam, huge hand sliding up and down on Adam’s wang. Adam’s legs thrash, his feet sliding against Mr Parklane’s sides. Adam comes first and come spatters over Mr Parklane’s chest. His nails claw at Mr Parklane’s shoulders as he urges Mr Parklane on.
Mr Petrelli has his hand up, showing four fingers. He counts down, lowering a finger each time, and when he gets to zero Mr Parklane comes at once.
Wow. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that.
‘Cut, clean up and reset.’
They leave me tied up again but this time Daphne wanders over and squeezes my fingers and toes.
‘You okay, kid?’ she asks. ‘Not losing any circulation?’
‘I feel okay, thanks.’
‘Won’t be long,’ she says, cheerfully. ‘Then you’ll be getting fucked to your heart’s content.’
‘Rolling!’
They’re both still naked. Mr Parklane is hard as soon as the camera starts and Adam is only a couple of seconds later. They walk over to me, stroking my body, and telling me how much they want to fuck me. I’m really hard now! Especially when Mr Parklane strokes his hand down my body. Don’t touch my wang! I don’t think I can stop from coming if they touch my balls or my wang.
Mr Parklane stands between my legs, stroking them slowly. ‘You are so hot. Oh yeah. So hot,’ he says, and rolls his eyes at me.
Adam puts a pillow under my neck so I’m looking at him. He strokes my face as I open my mouth and he rubs his wang around my lips.
Ohhh... fucked and I can’t see... hands stroking, wang thrusting slow and real... real deep... Adam’s hands on my face... thrusting into my mouth. Hard... aching... going to come... want to...
‘Try to hold on a few seconds more,’ Adam murmurs. ‘On five, four, three, two...’
:white:
Adam pulls out of my mouth and comes, comes all over face, in my eyes! It’s in my eyes!
‘Cut! What’s the problem?’
‘Sorry darling, my bad, spunk in his eyes,’ Adam’s voice says.
Stings! Stings! Owwww!
‘Stop squirming, kid,’ Daphne’s voice says. ‘I’m trying to wipe your face.’
‘Luke, you okay?’ Mr Petrelli asks. He’s stood by the bed scowling down at me.
‘Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m okay. Please don’t replace me!’
He shakes his head and pats my shoulder. ‘Can you go again?’
‘Yeah.’
We have to do it another three times and by the end I’m gross, sticky, covered all over in come, and then they have me eat it.
It looks hotter on the movies.
After we all clean off, we have a break for lunch. The canteen is much busier now than it was this morning, with lots crew and other actors in there.
Other actors! Actors are other actors now! Whee!
There are a couple of other movies being made at the same time as ours. But they’re your bog standard twinks shagging movies, I think. I don’t even recognise the actors.
‘Checking out the competition?’ Mr Petrelli asks. He’s standing by my table holding a tray.
‘Oh, I was just being nosy!’
‘Sit with you?’ he asks, nodding at the chair in front of me.
‘Sure Mr Petrelli.’
He has a toasted sandwich of some kind. It smells real good but I think I’ll stick to the lasagne, I won’t get any cooked food once I finish for the day.
‘How you finding it?’ he asks, looking at me.
‘Good,’ I say honestly. ‘I’m sure I’ll get okay with the facials. I’m sorry it took so long.’
‘Don’t apologise so much,’ he says, kind of short, but not rude. ‘Rule of life okay? Apologise once, if you do it badly you can apologise for that, but never, ever apologise more than once. If you apologise and it’s accepted then the thing is done and over. Let it lie.’
‘Uh... okay.’
He sighs and shakes his head. ‘It makes you look weak and needy,’ he explains. ‘You don’t need that.’
‘Oh,’ I say. I never thought of that. I guess it makes sense. ‘Thanks.’
‘Speaking of apologising, I’m sorry about this morning. I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve made sure you weren’t the one who went to find Matt,’ he says.
Adam said not to talk about it to anyone. He was real firm.
Mr Petrelli raises his eyebrows. ‘So, theoretically of course, I’m guessing Adam already had a very stern chat with you about not discussing Matt’s... issue, with anyone. Equally theoretically, it’s good to see that you’re abiding by that. A blabbermouth is no good to anyone. Okay then, we’ll consider that topic closed.’
‘Thank you,’ I say quietly. Everyone knows, I figured they did. Everyone knows and they all keep it a secret.
Mr Petrelli smiles slightly and takes a sip of his coffee. ‘I suppose absolutely everyone has been falling over themselves to give you advice?’
That’s just adults generally. ‘Everyone’s been real nice. Adam was helping me try to come on cue. I wasn’t very good though.’
Mr Petrelli shakes his head. ‘That takes years, if you can do it at all. Don’t look at Adam and Matt and assume that level of technical competence is the norm. They’re damn good at what they do, even if they do cost an arm and a leg.’
‘That’s kind of a relief,’ I admit.
‘You did well with the facials. Getting something in your eye does sting like hell, there’s not much can be done about that. You’re a trooper.’
‘Thanks, I didn’t feel very sexy,’ I say, stuffing a forkful of lasagne into my mouth.
‘That’s why we have editing.’ He snorts. ‘Well done not pissing yourself laughing. Dialogue is never good but today...’ He waves a hand and then looks at me. ‘How long have you been in town?’
‘Since Wednesday, Mr Petrelli,’ I say. ‘I can’t believe how quick all this has happened!’
He nods and notices something over my shoulder. ‘You got a sweetheart back home; Captain of the Chess Club, President of the Drama Club?’
Wow, nerdy. ‘No, I’m not dating. I thought I’d get sorted job-wise first.’
Mr Petrelli looks at me. ‘Concentrating on your career?’
‘Yeah, I guess,’ I agree.
He looks real sad for a second. ‘Be careful with that, Luke. If you’re not dating, if there’s no-one special, then concentrating on your career is a good idea. But don’t sacrifice for it. If there’s someone... someone you know is the one for you don’t wait, don’t hesitate. Even if they feel the same, if you put them to one side then eventually they’ll move on. Their feelings will change and they’ll find someone else.’ He’s staring over my shoulder. ‘They’ll move on and you won’t, and it won’t be their fault, it’ll be yours.’ He finally looks back at me. ‘A career can’t cuddle up with you in front of movie, or look after you when you’re sick, or even run your damn lines with you. Sure, you can get fucked here, and in time you’ll be the one fucking, but the other stuff is more important. I know to a kid your age that sounds idiotic. A career is just a thing though, one that won’t even last that long, and things are never more important than people.’ He stops and goes red. ‘Huh, listen to me banging on.’
‘I’ll remember,’ I say.
He nods and keeps his head down, all embarrassed. I glance over my shoulder. Right behind me are Adam and Matt eating soup and looking at some kind of sale brochure.
The third scene, first of the afternoon, is a short one. I beg them to let me go and promise to suck them off if they will. Since they already fucked me that seems um... but anyway, it’s pretty short. I beg and they laugh, then they piss on me.
Mr Petrelli and Adam both promise there will be none in my eyes. I don’t even ask but they promise.
From this angle Mr Parklane’s wang looks like the biggest one in the whole world. I can’t believe I’ve had that in me! I should be real sore.
I have another shower while Adam and Mr Parklane have a scene of them arguing over something and then kissing. No wanking this time. Maybe Mr Bennet ran out of horrible things for them say while they were doing it.
Sandra has to redo my body makeup again, and this time she has little fruit cocktail things.
‘How’s your second day going?’
‘Good thanks! This is real nice, what’s the red stuff?’
‘Strawberries,’ she says, dabbing my chest. ‘You’re going to be looking gorgeous tomorrow.’
‘I am? Why?’
Sandra laughs. ‘Because honey, you spent all morning covered in ejaculate, it’s very good for the skin.’ She slaps my arm lightly. ‘Hey! Stop laughing at me, I’m serious, it is!’
‘I don’t believe that! I’m eighteen, not brain damaged!’ I giggle.
‘I’m serious!’ she laughs. ‘You wait and see. Tomorrow you’re going to be glowing.’
‘Yeah right!’
‘Honestly, you boys,’ she says shaking her head. ‘You spend so much time teasing each other that you don’t believe the truth when you hear it.’
‘Sandra, can I ask you something?’
‘I think you just did honey,’ she says, straightening up. ‘But go ahead.’
‘Um, in theory, if you had someone who made this big huge deal about how mean he is and how horrible is he is, and he had this secret, but all the people he’s supposed to be mean to know the secret, do people not tell because they’re scared? Or do people not tell because they know that being mean and horrible is kind of an act, because they actually like him?’ I ask.
Sandra folds her arms and looks at me. ‘In theory, Luke, if you knew this person for say... two days would you have realised that the nasty attitude was a front?’
‘Yeah.’
‘So all the other people who’ve known him longer would know that,’ she says. ‘Although, in theory, they might still be annoyed because he still behaves badly, whatever the reason. You following me?’
‘Yeah,’ I agrees. ‘So they keep the secret because they like him.’
‘Would you like him?’ Sandra asks. ‘Would you keep his deep, dark, secret?’
‘Yes I do, I would,’ I say honestly. ‘I’d just like to understand.’
She smiles and pats my arm. ‘I think you understand well enough, Luke.’
My fourth scene is a longer one. I get free and make a break for it, but then I realise I don’t want to leave because of the awesome fucking, and I go back. I go back and they chain me up and do me doggy style. It’s my first time on camera by myself. I’m only sneaking out of the hideout and then standing thoughtfully, but still.
‘We’re not showing me getting out of the ropes?’ I ask.
‘No,’ Mr Petrelli glares at Mr Bennet, who holds up his hands.
‘Look it was a simple miscalculation in the page length.’
‘We don’t have time,’ Mr Petrelli says to me. ‘Orson Welles here wrote too many scenes as it is.’
‘Oh, okay. Who’s Orson Welles?’
Mr Petrelli blinks and shakes his head. ‘Never mind. Starting position please, Luke.’
I walk out of the hideout, crouching a little so as not to been, and look around. Then I look back at the hideout and try to think what ‘I will miss the awesome fucking’ should look like. After a couple of seconds, I sneak back inside.
But the evil kidnappers are awake and have realised I’ve gone missing! I try to explain why I came back, but they don’t listen.
If I were them, I wouldn’t listen to me either.
They grab me and peel off my clothes. Mr Parklane pins me down on my front and they’re rubbing by back, my ass, and my legs as they undress me. Someone slaps my ass, not helpful! Not helpful! I don’t need a stiffy yet!
Mr Parklane is growling about how he’s going to fuck me, fuck me so hard I’m going to pass out, that’ll teach me won’t it?
Someone, Adam I guess, sits on my legs and puts chains on my ankles. Then Mr Parklane puts chains on my wrists and a collar round my neck. They shift me up onto all fours and move around so the camera has a good angle of me from the side.
They’re calling me a bad dog and Adam is slapping my ass. I’m hard and I need to last! Mr Parklane’s clothes get thrown off to one side and I feel him kneel down behind me.
‘This is what happens to bad dogs, oh yeah. Oh yeah going to fuck you good.’
His hands grip my thighs, huge hands, and I can’t move. Big Bill Parklane is doing me doggy style while I’m chained down and Adam Hardman is standing to my side wanking onto my back.
Doesn’t get any better than this.
The final scene is real boring. Just me in my bedroom looking miserable because I’ve been released. I look sad, look out of the fake window, and jack off.
‘Cut!’
I have a shower, get dressed, and look at the bag I brought with me. I didn’t bring all my DVDs, obviously, but I brought my favourites. I don’t know if I should hassle Mr Parklane though. He might still be mad at me. But I might never have another chance, right? This could’ve been it; two awesome days in porn valley could be the whole of my career.
I knock on his trailer door even though I feel real sick, like I’m going to puke.
He yanks it open and glares at me. ‘What the fuck do you want?’
‘I’m sorry! I... I...’
‘What do you want?’
‘It’s... I’m on my way home and... and I might not get work here again and... and... well... I’m such a fan Mr Parklane... such a huge fan... I have all your movies... I... I was wondering if you’d maybe... sign one for me?’
I pull one randomly out of the bag and hold it up.
He stares at it and then he stares at me. Then gets... small, suddenly.
‘Oh hell,’ he says quietly, rubbing his face. ‘I’m really sorry. Come inside.’
All the DVDs are back on the shelf and the little Dictaphone tapes are piled up neatly.
‘Sit down, Luke,’ he says, and his voice sounds totally different to normal. ‘Can I get you a drink?’
‘I... I... uh...’ He used my name!
He smiles at me. Big Bill Parklane is smiling at me.
‘Yeah, I think you need a drink.’ He makes coffee and pours something from a flask into both of them. ‘This is Irish, but not too strong okay? Help you calm a little.’ He hands me one and keeps the other.
‘I’m sorry, Mr Parklane! I shouldn’t be bothering you.’ Oh fuck! What’ve I done?
Mr Parklane sits down opposite me and takes a sip of his coffee. I try mine and it’s not real strong, but strong enough.
‘Luke, the day a fan politely asking for an autograph is a bother, is the day I need to quit,’ he says nicely. ‘Stay here, okay?’
He disappears into the back room and I gulp my coffee. When he comes back, he’s got a folder with photographs in.
‘Have a look in there,’ he says, handing me the file. ‘I’ll happily sign your DVD case but a photograph is nice too.’
‘Oh... oh wow... Mr Parklane...’
‘Why do you keep calling me Mr Parklane?’ he asks.
‘I... because it’s your name?’
He smiles again at that and shrugs. ‘But you call Adam by his first name.’
‘But he... he told me to!’
‘Oh.’ He goes a little red. He can’t be blushing. ‘Well, you can call me Bill.’
Little purple spots flash in front of my eyes. ‘I don’t... I can’t call you by your first name! It wouldn’t be right.’
He looks a little annoyed. Oh god, I’ve messed it up. ‘Because it’s my stage name?’
‘Because you’re my hero! It’d be disrespectful!’
He looks down at the carpet and rubs his face. ‘That’s very... sweet,’ he says, looking back at me. ‘And I appreciate it and your... good nature. I know what it’s like to meet someone you look up to, and have them act like a complete shit.’
‘I shouldn’t have come in your trailer,’ I say quickly. ‘Oh god! I wasn’t supposed to say anything about...’
But he just smiles. ‘First thing, I would consider it a personal favour if you’d call me Bill. Okay?’
I’m going to pass out for sure. ‘Okay.’
‘Second thing,’ he says slowly. ‘I’m a grouchy, grumpy, miserable bastard and it’s nothing to do with you. You haven’t done anything wrong. I hope nobody else made you think you’d done anything wrong?’
‘No Mr... no Bill,’ I say quickly. ‘Everyone has been real great. Except that Gabriel, I guess, thanks so much for looking for me with him, and making sure I was okay yesterday, and never hurting.’
He looks at me funny. ‘Nathan hasn’t spoken to you yet about a contract?’
‘I came here right from my shower.’
‘Well, when he does pretend it’s a surprise,’ Bill says. ‘You seem like a nice boy, Luke. We’re an okay bunch, apart from Gabriel, and apart from me when I’m in a bad mood. I bet everyone’s been bending your ear about not doing drugs, or sleeping with wild and crazy boys, hmm?’
My face is going redder and redder. ‘Um, a bit.’
He nods. ‘I’m afraid it’s about half selfish,’ he says with a shrug. ‘You make mistakes and they hurt. But you think maybe if I can stop someone else making the same mistake then my mistake will have had some meaning. The other half is genuine though. You’re young, you’re very... open, and nobody wants to see you... eh, you know all this stuff right?’
I smile back at him. ‘I think so.’
‘Did you pick a picture?’ he asks, gesturing at the file.
‘Oh yeah, this one please.’
Bill, I called him Bill, gets a gold pen and a weird boxy thing from a drawer. He signs the photograph, ‘With affection, your friend Big Bill Parklane’, and fiddles with the boxy thing.
‘What?’ he asks. ‘You never saw a Polaroid before?’
‘No, what is it?’
He rolls his eyes and puts it on a shelf facing out. ‘Apparently a way of making me feel ninety. Instant camera, you want a picture with me? It’s hard to put an entire adult movie on your wall.’
‘Oh!’ I leap up to my feet. He pulls me into position and puts an arm around my shoulders.
The flash goes off, making everything fuzzy and white.
‘Finish the rest of your coffee,’ he suggests, pulling out the photograph and wafting it.
‘These have been the best two days of my life,’ I admit.
He smiles at me. ‘Well, we aim to please. You seemed a little calmer today. Yesterday was pretty nerve-wracking huh?’
‘Oh yeah, especially during the scenes, but you and Adam were so nice, making sure I didn’t get scared and all.’
Bill shrugs. ‘Happens to us all.’ He looks at the photograph and smiles. He signs it with the gold pen and hands it to me. ‘Didn’t turn out badly did it?’
He’s smiling so warmly on the picture, and I look terrified and happy all at once.
‘No,’ I say looking up at him. ‘I think it turned out great.’
The End.
Matt as a bearish porn star and Mohinder and or Adam is his favorite co-star. But Matt is something of a diva/asshole a fact that drives Nathan the long suffering director crazy. He puts up with it because Matt's movies make a lot of money for him and he's in love with him.
Pairing: Matt/Adam/Luke, Matt/Adam, Matt/Nathan (implied, previous)
Rating: 18
Warnings: It’s porn, literally. Swearing, explicit sex, references to bodily functions, BDSM
Note: For
dragon6593Summary: Luke Campbell’s Guide to Making Adult Entertainment
Word count: 6900 approx
Day 1
In the morning, I figure I’ll try some more studios. I’m not expecting to get lucky again right away, but getting my name and photo out has got to help.
Now I’ve got a pay check I can buy some more milk. Cornflakes and water are just gross. Not going to go nuts but some milk won’t be too much, right?
My phone rings. Man, that better not be my mom again. She starts off all please, please, baby I love you, and then ends up yelling at me.
Unknown number, huh. Maybe she’s getting sneaky.
‘Hello?’
‘Hey kid, it’s Daphne. You free today? We’ve got five scenes in need of a bottom. You up for it?’
‘Yeah! Absolutely!’
She laughs at that. ‘Word to the wise kid, when you come to negotiate, be less excited. Can you be here by ten?’
‘Sure!’
‘See you later.’ She puts the phone down.
Kick ass!
I’m completely floating down the road. Whee! I should definitely get a script this time right? Five scenes, five whole scenes! That’s like half the movie or something! I was completely spazzing out on the bus but I don’t care. They want me back so I can’t have been that bad, right?
A snazzy banana-yellow sporty convertible pulls up beside me. Adam lowers his sunglasses and looks over. ‘Morning! On your way in? Hop in. Dump your bag in the back seat.’
‘Oh wow, oh thanks Adam!’ The seats are real soft leather and the dash is kind of toffee coloured wood. There’s a little Dictaphone kind of thing on the backseat along with a pile of those little tapes. ‘They called me back in!’
‘Yes, I know,’ he says smiling at me. ‘You’re a quick study and a good sport. Plenty of these lads turn up and they think it’s all nothing but screwing. They can get a little testy with the realities of film making.’
‘Oh I read uh Bobby Blake’s book and Blue Blake’s book, oh and Ron Jeremy’s,’ I say. ‘They all said about takes and cutting for stuff.’
Adam overtakes a VW Beetle tootling down the road at like twelve miles an hour. ‘Organised little elf aren’t you?’
‘I’ve always wanted to be in porn ever since I knew what it was.’
‘I hope you’re not about to go all ‘Eve Harrington’ on me, dear,’ he says, looking me up and down. ‘I have claws.’
What? What did I say! ‘I... I don’t know what that means!’
Adam shakes his head and smiles. ‘Relax little one, I’m only teasing.’
‘Oh, sorry. Um. So, I don’t suppose you know who I have scenes with today?’ I ask. ‘Is it you and Mr Parklane again?’
‘Mmm, yes,’ he agrees. ‘That alright with you is it?’
Okay, now I know that is teasing. ‘You were both so great yesterday!’
‘Were we? Dear Lord! Don’t tell anyone that, you’ll ruin our reputations!’ he laughs. ‘Really though, Matt and I aren’t so elderly that we don’t remember how... anxious, a boy can be on his first few attempts.’
I look at him closer; he doesn’t seem so old. Younger than Mr Parklane and Mr Petrelli for sure. ‘How come you and Mr Petrelli call Mr Parklane ‘Matt’, but everyone else calls him ‘Bill’?’
Adam smiles and glances at me. ‘Observant too. Do you think Matt and Nathan get on?’
Daphne didn’t think so, but Daphne talked about Mr Parklane like he was practically a monster. ‘I think so, yeah.’
‘But they argue, a lot,’ Adam says.
‘Yeah but... like my Aunt Ruth and Uncle George argue,’ I say. ‘Like it’s almost for something to say, you know?’
Adam laughs. ‘Like an old married couple. My, my, aren’t you a sharp little thing? I’ll have to keep my eye on you.’ He glances at me. ‘Matt and Nathan go back a ways. Two young bucks right off the bus bumped into each other and palled around. Matt ended up in front of the camera and Nathan behind it.’
‘Mr Petrelli’s pretty good looking,’ I say. ‘For an old guy.’ Hey, he started with the old guy jokes.
He grins. ‘He’s not bad, but some people aren’t comfortable in front of the camera. Nathan’s one of them, but he has a decent eye. He’s worked his way up, props, camera, what passes for cinematography. In this game, you get a lot of amateurs who think directing is just telling people to take their clothes off and fuck. Even in porn there are a lot of plates to spin.’ He turns into the studio car park.
‘So... so was I okay in front of the camera?’ I ask.
Adam parks in a space just like any of the others, not a named parking spot or anything.
‘You were fine,’ he says, giving me a wink. ‘Trust me, when you’re crap you’ll hear all about it.’
I’m way early since Adam gave me a lift. Daphne says it’s cool though. She gives me a script, I have an actual script, I have actual lines, and drags me after her across the car park.
‘Where’re we going?’
‘Well kid, you don’t have a trailer to hang out in, so you’re going to have to chill in the canteen. Cool?’
‘Cool,’ I agree. We’re passing a bunch of trailers that are small and kind of battered. In one, Mr Parklane is walking back and forward. He’s got headphones on and his lips are moving like he’s singing along or something. ‘Oh hey, thanks for helping me out yesterday.’
Daphne pushes the jawbreaker from one side of her mouth to the other. ‘It’s my job, kid, but you’re welcome and you’re cute to say it.’
‘You worked here long?’
‘Yeah, a little while,’ she pushes the hair back off her face. ‘Mr Petrelli’s grouchy as fuck but he’s a decent guy. The rest of the people are pretty okay too.’ She pushes open the door to the canteen and pulls me inside. There are tons of people at tables and chairs, the furniture is kind of bashed about, and vending machines. But there’s a lady over by the counter too and she’s doling out lots of food. Daphne pulls me over to the counter. ‘Hey, Nikki. This is Luke. He’s the new bottom.’
Nikki’s a pretty blonde, kinda toothy though. She smiles at me and waves her hand at the trays of food, which smell amazing.
‘Hi Luke,’ she says nicely. ‘What can I get you?’
‘Oh I... I didn’t have time to cash the cheque Mr Petrelli gave me.’ Damn, that bacon smells fantastic.
Daphne punches me in the arm. ‘You don’t have to pay, asshole. You just don’t pig out. Nobody’s paying you to be a chubby bear. I’ll come get you for make-up in a couple of hours. Get some food and learn your lines.’ She zooms off at high speed. Vroom.
‘You just in town?’ Nikki asks, grabbing a plate. ‘Bacon?’
‘Everything looks so good! Bacon would be great, thanks.’
‘I’ll give you a bit of everything. Then you can pick what you like.’ She leans forward. ‘You look half starved.’
So, the movie today is ooh... Bill and Adam kidnapping me for ransom. They fuck each other, they fuck me, I offer to go down on them if they’ll be nice to me, if they’ll let me go. It’s a whole movie! I’m going to be in pretty much a whole movie!!!
‘Hey,’ Mr Petrelli says, sitting down opposite me with a tray. ‘Glad Daphne got hold of you.’
‘Mr Petrelli I am so grateful! Yesterday was awesome and this... this is amazing!’ I say honestly. ‘It’s like a dream come true!’
He smiles at that and takes a drink of his coffee. ‘You’re a nice kid, Luke. You’re not doing anything are you? You’re not on anything?’
Doing, like drugs doing? Man! ‘No sir!’
Mr Petrelli laughs and takes a bite of his omelette. ‘Good, don’t let anyone get you into that crap. There’re a lot of people around who’ll try and drag you into it.’
‘I’ve seen Boogie Nights,’ I say nodding.
He laughs and nods. ‘Not a bad idea. We’ll try not to let you turn into a ranting lunatic.’
‘Everyone’s been real nice,’ I say. ‘Adam gave me a lift on the way in, that’s how come I’m early.’
‘I saw him looking after you yesterday. He’s a real Auntie,’ Mr Petrelli says with a snort. ‘How’s the bacon?’
‘Good, it’s good. Everything is real good.’
‘Welcome back honey,’ Sandra says. ‘Have a cookie.’
‘I’ve got five scenes!’
‘I know,’ she says, patting my shoulder. ‘Everyone says how good you were yesterday.’ She sits me down, stands behind me, and rests her elbows on my shoulders. ‘So, kidnap victim, how do we want to look for our first scene?’
‘Kinda preppy? If I’m being kidnapped I guess my family has money right?’
‘You want to run your lines with me while I get you ready?’ Sandra offers.
‘Oh that’d be awesome, thanks!’
She runs her fingers through my hair. ‘You did a good job of washing the fixer out last night.’
‘Thanks Sandra,’ I say, getting out my script. ‘I’m so excited!’
‘Okay, shall we start from the top?’ She doesn’t even look at the script. ‘Hey there, need a ride?’
‘You already learned the lines?’ I ask. ‘Wow, do I have to learn everyone’s lines?’
She laughs and shakes her head. ‘My husband writes them. Believe it or not he spends a lot of time on them.’ She waggles her eyebrows at me. ‘I get to play all the parts you know.’
The set is a tiny section of street and cardboard cut-out of a car. I’m supposed to be walking home when the kidnappers come by and grab me.
Mr Petrelli is arguing with someone I don’t know, a real tall guy with glasses.
‘We can’t change the lines now,’ Mr Petrelli says. ‘You know how he gets.’
‘But it would be much better if we just changed it to...’
The doors open and Adam wanders in, all dressed in heavy leather gear.
‘Good morning darlings!’ he calls happily. Then his face goes darker when he sees the man with glasses. ‘Oh no, no, no. No script changes now. Do you know how long it takes to... no, just no.’
‘Only a few...’ the man with glasses says.
‘Bennet, you know how he gets!’ Adam says, walking over sort of in my direction.
Bennet, the guy with the glasses, folds his arms. ‘Well maybe we shouldn’t all be pandering to a mere actor. Let alone one who isn’t even on set on time!’
Mr Petrelli throws down his clipboard. ‘Jesus, will you all shut up! Bennet, no changes! Someone fucking go and get Matt.’
‘I’ll go!’ I promise, running for the doors.
‘Shit!’ someone swears behind me.
I head for his trailer first because I figure Sandra would’ve done him first. I can’t see him in the window so I go up the steps and knock on the door.
‘Mr Parklane? They’re asking for you on set.’ Something crashes inside so I open the door. ‘Mr Parklane...’ He’s on his knees, face bright red, gasping into a paper bag. Oh god! Is he having a heart attack? There are DVDs and those little Dictaphone tapes all over the floor like he’s knocked them off the shelf falling. Oh god, what if he’s dying? Why don’t I know CPR???
Someone grabs me by the collar and drags me backwards, right out of the trailer. Adam shoves me to one side.
‘Stay there,’ he says sharply. ‘Do not move, do not go anywhere, and do not talk to anyone. Nobody, nothing, nada, do you understand? Just nod.’
I nod and he whirls into the trailer shutting the door behind him. Oh god, I hope I didn’t do something bad. I shouldn’t have gone into the trailer. I shouldn’t have gone looking for Mr Parklane. Oh god. It’s only my second day and I’ve already messed up so badly. Is he okay? Please let him be okay.
The door opens and Adam stamps out. He shuts the door carefully and runs his fingers through his hair. But he smiles at me and puts his hand on my forearm to pull me away.
‘Is Mr Parklane okay? I should’ve got an ambulance. I’m real, real sorry A...Mr Hardman! Real sorry!’
‘Take a breath dear heart and calm down,’ he says soothingly. ‘Matt’s fine, alright? He doesn’t need an ambulance.’
‘I thought he was having a heart attack, or a stroke!’
Adam pats my arms vaguely. ‘Matt has panic attacks sometimes, they look a lot worse than they are,’ he explains. ‘He’s always had then.’
Oh man. Should I’ve known that? Why didn’t I know! ‘Um, nobody said.’
‘That’s because you’re not supposed to know,’ he says sharply. ‘This wasn’t your fault, it was an honest mistake, he understands that. But you do not talk about this with anyone, not the cast, not the crew, not the cute guy you’re screwing at the record store, and absolutely, definitely under no circumstances, not him.’
‘I don’t understand,’ I say. ‘Is he embarrassed or something? I wouldn’t have thought Big Bill Parklane got embarrassed about anything!’
Adam smiles again and rolls his eyes. ‘Bill Parklane doesn’t, I dare say. But Matt Parkman has his pride, his stupid pride, and because of that he would rather be disliked than pitied. So he lets people think he dislikes script changes rather than... he would rather have a reputation for turning up late than admit he has crippling stage fright and panic attacks. Although at least half the time he is late, arrogant tosser.’ Adam pokes me in the shoulder real hard!
‘Ow!’
‘Take that look off your face,’ he says strongly. ‘Dear god, if you look at him with one ounce of pity he will make your life hell. No pity, no sympathy, hate him if you have to, but don’t feel sorry for him.’ He sighs. ‘I’m telling you this for your own good, Luke. Do you think you can carry on without telling anyone about this?’
Everyone must know. Everyone knows and everyone pretends they don’t know. ‘Yes sir.’
‘Don’t call me sir,’ Adam says, squeezing my arm. ‘You’re a good boy, Luke. You’re going to go far.’
‘Um, thanks, I’m real sorry about... about walking in.’
Adam shrugs and straightens his costume. ‘Don’t worry and don’t apologise. As far as everyone is concerned, it didn’t happen. Even me. Okay?’
‘Okay, Adam.’
Why does everyone go along with pretending he’s this big mean guy? Mr Petrelli’s known him for years, Sandra said, so he must know all about it. That’s why he sent Adam, right? Because Adam knows what to do. Or something, I guess. Because really he should’ve sent Daphne, that’s her job.
We get back on set and Mr Petrelli starts yelling at us like we were the one who didn’t turn up. Then Mr Parklane arrives looking real mad. Looking real mad at me. He stares at me. Stares at me while we’re getting set up.
He thinks I’m going to say something about the panic attack! Huh.
But when Mr Petrelli shouts ‘action’, he’s completely different, totally in character. So very, very cool.
We do the kidnap scene a couple of times so that they can get coverage. Heh, look at me using technical terms! Like I’m a pro or something.
I’m in a porn movie, in porn valley, making a movie with Bill Parklane and Adam Hardman!!! Just when I get used to the idea I remember it again.
Sandra has to touch up my make-up because it gets smeared when Mr Parklane is dragging me along the pavement. She takes me over to one side and while she’s doing my face I hear Mr Parklane screaming at Mr Petrelli and the glasses guy.
‘I’m not fucking learning any other fucking useless shit you sling together and call lines!’
‘Don’t stare, honey,’ Sandra murmurs. ‘If he sees you looking then you’ll get it next.’
‘Sorry Sandra,’ I say quietly. ‘Um, so, your husband...’
‘Yeah,’ she sighs. ‘That’s him. I love him but sometimes I could strangle him,’ she says.
‘Mr Petrelli didn’t seem to want to change the script when he asked this morning.’
Sandra dabs powder over my face. ‘Other studios, other directors, change scripts all the time,’ she explains. ‘But not Nathan, not while Bill’s his star.’
Adam comes back on set and immediately runs over to them.
‘I guess it must be confusing to change scripts a lot,’ I suggest. ‘Stress people out.’
Sandra smiles at me. ‘Something like that, yeah. Okay you’re good.’
‘They’re still fighting.’
She glances back over her shoulder. ‘Not for long. Adam’ll have everything calmed down in a jiffy.’
‘Sandra?’ I ask, I really shouldn’t ask this, I know I shouldn’t.
‘What honey?’ she asks. ‘Oh!’ She grins at me. ‘You want to know if they’re together? You boys,’ she teases. ‘You’re such terrible gossips!’
‘I didn’t ask that!’ I was totally going to though. Man, why couldn’t Sandra have been my mom?
She laughs and pretends to look serious. ‘Of course you’d never ask anything like that.’
Mr Parklane seems to have calmed down quite a bit, he’s not shouting any more, but uh Mr Bennet is looking seriously ticked off. Mr Petrelli pokes him, Mr Bennet growls something, and Adam pulls Mr Parklane away.
‘So... are they?’
‘Oh yeah,’ Sandra says easily. ‘Quite a while now. Must be, five or six years.’
‘Aww!’ Oops, didn’t mean to say that! But Sandra just pats my arm.
‘Kind of a romantic soul aren’t you Luke,’ she says with a smile. ‘Don’t worry, they’re both grown-ups and this is their job. If you hook with someone you work with, make sure you keep sex and fucking separately.’
Sandra said fucking! Wow! ‘Sandra!’
‘Oh please! You think your generation invented swearing?’
‘Marks everyone!’ someone yells.
Sandra points a finger at me. ‘We’ll talk about this later, you!’
After we reshoot the kidnap scene, they move to a different set. This one is ‘the hideout’, according to my script.
I have a script! I have lines!
Sorry; I’ll try not to keep doing that.
Anyways, the hideout looks mostly like our old shed, except instead of a bike and a garden hose there’s a bashed up couple of chairs and one of those fold-up metal bed dealies.
So, my second scene is: they drag me in and strip me naked. Then they tie me to the bed and make me watch while they have sex before Mr Parklane does me in the ass and Adam does it in my mouth.
I’m going to need a couple of pillows.
Mr Parklane is real strong. He pretty much lifts me off the ground as they drag me in. I’m squirming, but not too much, and saying my lines. It’s mostly stuff like they should let me go and they’re telling me to shut up. Usual stuff.
Then Mr Parklane pulls me over to the bed. He sits down with me between his legs and my arms totally trapped behind me. Adam kneels down and starts undressing me, pulling down my jeans. I kick my legs so I look like I’m struggling a little.
Adam throws my jeans to one side, strokes my legs, and plays with my cock, I never saw anyone in porn wear underwear. Mr Parkland is calling me names and threatening me, telling me he’s going to chain me up and fuck me every day.
Adam rips my shirt apart and rubs his hands over my chest. He leans over my shoulder, still stroking my chest, and kisses Mr Parklane. They’re kissing and moaning and I’m caught in between them. Mr Parklane is holding my hands so tight, his legs are holding my arms tight against my sides, and the side of his face is brushing against mine. Adam’s hand moves down my chest and he slides his arm under my knees. He must give Mr Parklane some kind of signal because Mr Parklane he puts his arm around my waist and they pick me together.
They put me on the bed, Mr Parklane pulls my arms over my head, and Adam puts a pillow under my legs. Just in time, I remember to kick my legs and squirm before they tie me to the bed. Mr Parklane ties my arms to the bed frame while Adam lifts up my legs and ties them to the frame.
‘Wow. This boy is really hot,’ Adam says. ‘Looking at him makes me really horny.’
‘You make me horny. Take off your clothes.’
Adam and Mr Parklane kiss and start undressing each other. They stand side on so that the camera can get a good shot. Shirts come off, then trousers, finally shoes are kicked off. Nobody wears socks either, so now they’re naked. Mr Parklane pushes Adam up against the wall. He lifts Adam up, Adam wraps his legs around Mr Parklane’s waist, and they kiss some more.
‘I want you, Blake,’ Adam says. ‘I want you to fill me with your man meat.’
Mr Parklane thrusts into him. ‘Your mangina is so tight oh yeah, oh yeah baby.’
There’s no more dialogue then, which I think is good, because... um. This is hot though, now. Mr Parklane is growling and biting at Adam’s throat as he fucks him. Adam’s fingers knot in Mr Parklane’s hair tugging tightly as he pants. Adam’s eyes are wide as he gasps and moans.
Mr Parklane keeps Adam trapped against the wall and frees an arm. He starts jacking off Adam, huge hand sliding up and down on Adam’s wang. Adam’s legs thrash, his feet sliding against Mr Parklane’s sides. Adam comes first and come spatters over Mr Parklane’s chest. His nails claw at Mr Parklane’s shoulders as he urges Mr Parklane on.
Mr Petrelli has his hand up, showing four fingers. He counts down, lowering a finger each time, and when he gets to zero Mr Parklane comes at once.
Wow. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that.
‘Cut, clean up and reset.’
They leave me tied up again but this time Daphne wanders over and squeezes my fingers and toes.
‘You okay, kid?’ she asks. ‘Not losing any circulation?’
‘I feel okay, thanks.’
‘Won’t be long,’ she says, cheerfully. ‘Then you’ll be getting fucked to your heart’s content.’
‘Rolling!’
They’re both still naked. Mr Parklane is hard as soon as the camera starts and Adam is only a couple of seconds later. They walk over to me, stroking my body, and telling me how much they want to fuck me. I’m really hard now! Especially when Mr Parklane strokes his hand down my body. Don’t touch my wang! I don’t think I can stop from coming if they touch my balls or my wang.
Mr Parklane stands between my legs, stroking them slowly. ‘You are so hot. Oh yeah. So hot,’ he says, and rolls his eyes at me.
Adam puts a pillow under my neck so I’m looking at him. He strokes my face as I open my mouth and he rubs his wang around my lips.
Ohhh... fucked and I can’t see... hands stroking, wang thrusting slow and real... real deep... Adam’s hands on my face... thrusting into my mouth. Hard... aching... going to come... want to...
‘Try to hold on a few seconds more,’ Adam murmurs. ‘On five, four, three, two...’
:white:
Adam pulls out of my mouth and comes, comes all over face, in my eyes! It’s in my eyes!
‘Cut! What’s the problem?’
‘Sorry darling, my bad, spunk in his eyes,’ Adam’s voice says.
Stings! Stings! Owwww!
‘Stop squirming, kid,’ Daphne’s voice says. ‘I’m trying to wipe your face.’
‘Luke, you okay?’ Mr Petrelli asks. He’s stood by the bed scowling down at me.
‘Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m okay. Please don’t replace me!’
He shakes his head and pats my shoulder. ‘Can you go again?’
‘Yeah.’
We have to do it another three times and by the end I’m gross, sticky, covered all over in come, and then they have me eat it.
It looks hotter on the movies.
After we all clean off, we have a break for lunch. The canteen is much busier now than it was this morning, with lots crew and other actors in there.
Other actors! Actors are other actors now! Whee!
There are a couple of other movies being made at the same time as ours. But they’re your bog standard twinks shagging movies, I think. I don’t even recognise the actors.
‘Checking out the competition?’ Mr Petrelli asks. He’s standing by my table holding a tray.
‘Oh, I was just being nosy!’
‘Sit with you?’ he asks, nodding at the chair in front of me.
‘Sure Mr Petrelli.’
He has a toasted sandwich of some kind. It smells real good but I think I’ll stick to the lasagne, I won’t get any cooked food once I finish for the day.
‘How you finding it?’ he asks, looking at me.
‘Good,’ I say honestly. ‘I’m sure I’ll get okay with the facials. I’m sorry it took so long.’
‘Don’t apologise so much,’ he says, kind of short, but not rude. ‘Rule of life okay? Apologise once, if you do it badly you can apologise for that, but never, ever apologise more than once. If you apologise and it’s accepted then the thing is done and over. Let it lie.’
‘Uh... okay.’
He sighs and shakes his head. ‘It makes you look weak and needy,’ he explains. ‘You don’t need that.’
‘Oh,’ I say. I never thought of that. I guess it makes sense. ‘Thanks.’
‘Speaking of apologising, I’m sorry about this morning. I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve made sure you weren’t the one who went to find Matt,’ he says.
Adam said not to talk about it to anyone. He was real firm.
Mr Petrelli raises his eyebrows. ‘So, theoretically of course, I’m guessing Adam already had a very stern chat with you about not discussing Matt’s... issue, with anyone. Equally theoretically, it’s good to see that you’re abiding by that. A blabbermouth is no good to anyone. Okay then, we’ll consider that topic closed.’
‘Thank you,’ I say quietly. Everyone knows, I figured they did. Everyone knows and they all keep it a secret.
Mr Petrelli smiles slightly and takes a sip of his coffee. ‘I suppose absolutely everyone has been falling over themselves to give you advice?’
That’s just adults generally. ‘Everyone’s been real nice. Adam was helping me try to come on cue. I wasn’t very good though.’
Mr Petrelli shakes his head. ‘That takes years, if you can do it at all. Don’t look at Adam and Matt and assume that level of technical competence is the norm. They’re damn good at what they do, even if they do cost an arm and a leg.’
‘That’s kind of a relief,’ I admit.
‘You did well with the facials. Getting something in your eye does sting like hell, there’s not much can be done about that. You’re a trooper.’
‘Thanks, I didn’t feel very sexy,’ I say, stuffing a forkful of lasagne into my mouth.
‘That’s why we have editing.’ He snorts. ‘Well done not pissing yourself laughing. Dialogue is never good but today...’ He waves a hand and then looks at me. ‘How long have you been in town?’
‘Since Wednesday, Mr Petrelli,’ I say. ‘I can’t believe how quick all this has happened!’
He nods and notices something over my shoulder. ‘You got a sweetheart back home; Captain of the Chess Club, President of the Drama Club?’
Wow, nerdy. ‘No, I’m not dating. I thought I’d get sorted job-wise first.’
Mr Petrelli looks at me. ‘Concentrating on your career?’
‘Yeah, I guess,’ I agree.
He looks real sad for a second. ‘Be careful with that, Luke. If you’re not dating, if there’s no-one special, then concentrating on your career is a good idea. But don’t sacrifice for it. If there’s someone... someone you know is the one for you don’t wait, don’t hesitate. Even if they feel the same, if you put them to one side then eventually they’ll move on. Their feelings will change and they’ll find someone else.’ He’s staring over my shoulder. ‘They’ll move on and you won’t, and it won’t be their fault, it’ll be yours.’ He finally looks back at me. ‘A career can’t cuddle up with you in front of movie, or look after you when you’re sick, or even run your damn lines with you. Sure, you can get fucked here, and in time you’ll be the one fucking, but the other stuff is more important. I know to a kid your age that sounds idiotic. A career is just a thing though, one that won’t even last that long, and things are never more important than people.’ He stops and goes red. ‘Huh, listen to me banging on.’
‘I’ll remember,’ I say.
He nods and keeps his head down, all embarrassed. I glance over my shoulder. Right behind me are Adam and Matt eating soup and looking at some kind of sale brochure.
The third scene, first of the afternoon, is a short one. I beg them to let me go and promise to suck them off if they will. Since they already fucked me that seems um... but anyway, it’s pretty short. I beg and they laugh, then they piss on me.
Mr Petrelli and Adam both promise there will be none in my eyes. I don’t even ask but they promise.
From this angle Mr Parklane’s wang looks like the biggest one in the whole world. I can’t believe I’ve had that in me! I should be real sore.
I have another shower while Adam and Mr Parklane have a scene of them arguing over something and then kissing. No wanking this time. Maybe Mr Bennet ran out of horrible things for them say while they were doing it.
Sandra has to redo my body makeup again, and this time she has little fruit cocktail things.
‘How’s your second day going?’
‘Good thanks! This is real nice, what’s the red stuff?’
‘Strawberries,’ she says, dabbing my chest. ‘You’re going to be looking gorgeous tomorrow.’
‘I am? Why?’
Sandra laughs. ‘Because honey, you spent all morning covered in ejaculate, it’s very good for the skin.’ She slaps my arm lightly. ‘Hey! Stop laughing at me, I’m serious, it is!’
‘I don’t believe that! I’m eighteen, not brain damaged!’ I giggle.
‘I’m serious!’ she laughs. ‘You wait and see. Tomorrow you’re going to be glowing.’
‘Yeah right!’
‘Honestly, you boys,’ she says shaking her head. ‘You spend so much time teasing each other that you don’t believe the truth when you hear it.’
‘Sandra, can I ask you something?’
‘I think you just did honey,’ she says, straightening up. ‘But go ahead.’
‘Um, in theory, if you had someone who made this big huge deal about how mean he is and how horrible is he is, and he had this secret, but all the people he’s supposed to be mean to know the secret, do people not tell because they’re scared? Or do people not tell because they know that being mean and horrible is kind of an act, because they actually like him?’ I ask.
Sandra folds her arms and looks at me. ‘In theory, Luke, if you knew this person for say... two days would you have realised that the nasty attitude was a front?’
‘Yeah.’
‘So all the other people who’ve known him longer would know that,’ she says. ‘Although, in theory, they might still be annoyed because he still behaves badly, whatever the reason. You following me?’
‘Yeah,’ I agrees. ‘So they keep the secret because they like him.’
‘Would you like him?’ Sandra asks. ‘Would you keep his deep, dark, secret?’
‘Yes I do, I would,’ I say honestly. ‘I’d just like to understand.’
She smiles and pats my arm. ‘I think you understand well enough, Luke.’
My fourth scene is a longer one. I get free and make a break for it, but then I realise I don’t want to leave because of the awesome fucking, and I go back. I go back and they chain me up and do me doggy style. It’s my first time on camera by myself. I’m only sneaking out of the hideout and then standing thoughtfully, but still.
‘We’re not showing me getting out of the ropes?’ I ask.
‘No,’ Mr Petrelli glares at Mr Bennet, who holds up his hands.
‘Look it was a simple miscalculation in the page length.’
‘We don’t have time,’ Mr Petrelli says to me. ‘Orson Welles here wrote too many scenes as it is.’
‘Oh, okay. Who’s Orson Welles?’
Mr Petrelli blinks and shakes his head. ‘Never mind. Starting position please, Luke.’
I walk out of the hideout, crouching a little so as not to been, and look around. Then I look back at the hideout and try to think what ‘I will miss the awesome fucking’ should look like. After a couple of seconds, I sneak back inside.
But the evil kidnappers are awake and have realised I’ve gone missing! I try to explain why I came back, but they don’t listen.
If I were them, I wouldn’t listen to me either.
They grab me and peel off my clothes. Mr Parklane pins me down on my front and they’re rubbing by back, my ass, and my legs as they undress me. Someone slaps my ass, not helpful! Not helpful! I don’t need a stiffy yet!
Mr Parklane is growling about how he’s going to fuck me, fuck me so hard I’m going to pass out, that’ll teach me won’t it?
Someone, Adam I guess, sits on my legs and puts chains on my ankles. Then Mr Parklane puts chains on my wrists and a collar round my neck. They shift me up onto all fours and move around so the camera has a good angle of me from the side.
They’re calling me a bad dog and Adam is slapping my ass. I’m hard and I need to last! Mr Parklane’s clothes get thrown off to one side and I feel him kneel down behind me.
‘This is what happens to bad dogs, oh yeah. Oh yeah going to fuck you good.’
His hands grip my thighs, huge hands, and I can’t move. Big Bill Parklane is doing me doggy style while I’m chained down and Adam Hardman is standing to my side wanking onto my back.
Doesn’t get any better than this.
The final scene is real boring. Just me in my bedroom looking miserable because I’ve been released. I look sad, look out of the fake window, and jack off.
‘Cut!’
I have a shower, get dressed, and look at the bag I brought with me. I didn’t bring all my DVDs, obviously, but I brought my favourites. I don’t know if I should hassle Mr Parklane though. He might still be mad at me. But I might never have another chance, right? This could’ve been it; two awesome days in porn valley could be the whole of my career.
I knock on his trailer door even though I feel real sick, like I’m going to puke.
He yanks it open and glares at me. ‘What the fuck do you want?’
‘I’m sorry! I... I...’
‘What do you want?’
‘It’s... I’m on my way home and... and I might not get work here again and... and... well... I’m such a fan Mr Parklane... such a huge fan... I have all your movies... I... I was wondering if you’d maybe... sign one for me?’
I pull one randomly out of the bag and hold it up.
He stares at it and then he stares at me. Then gets... small, suddenly.
‘Oh hell,’ he says quietly, rubbing his face. ‘I’m really sorry. Come inside.’
All the DVDs are back on the shelf and the little Dictaphone tapes are piled up neatly.
‘Sit down, Luke,’ he says, and his voice sounds totally different to normal. ‘Can I get you a drink?’
‘I... I... uh...’ He used my name!
He smiles at me. Big Bill Parklane is smiling at me.
‘Yeah, I think you need a drink.’ He makes coffee and pours something from a flask into both of them. ‘This is Irish, but not too strong okay? Help you calm a little.’ He hands me one and keeps the other.
‘I’m sorry, Mr Parklane! I shouldn’t be bothering you.’ Oh fuck! What’ve I done?
Mr Parklane sits down opposite me and takes a sip of his coffee. I try mine and it’s not real strong, but strong enough.
‘Luke, the day a fan politely asking for an autograph is a bother, is the day I need to quit,’ he says nicely. ‘Stay here, okay?’
He disappears into the back room and I gulp my coffee. When he comes back, he’s got a folder with photographs in.
‘Have a look in there,’ he says, handing me the file. ‘I’ll happily sign your DVD case but a photograph is nice too.’
‘Oh... oh wow... Mr Parklane...’
‘Why do you keep calling me Mr Parklane?’ he asks.
‘I... because it’s your name?’
He smiles again at that and shrugs. ‘But you call Adam by his first name.’
‘But he... he told me to!’
‘Oh.’ He goes a little red. He can’t be blushing. ‘Well, you can call me Bill.’
Little purple spots flash in front of my eyes. ‘I don’t... I can’t call you by your first name! It wouldn’t be right.’
He looks a little annoyed. Oh god, I’ve messed it up. ‘Because it’s my stage name?’
‘Because you’re my hero! It’d be disrespectful!’
He looks down at the carpet and rubs his face. ‘That’s very... sweet,’ he says, looking back at me. ‘And I appreciate it and your... good nature. I know what it’s like to meet someone you look up to, and have them act like a complete shit.’
‘I shouldn’t have come in your trailer,’ I say quickly. ‘Oh god! I wasn’t supposed to say anything about...’
But he just smiles. ‘First thing, I would consider it a personal favour if you’d call me Bill. Okay?’
I’m going to pass out for sure. ‘Okay.’
‘Second thing,’ he says slowly. ‘I’m a grouchy, grumpy, miserable bastard and it’s nothing to do with you. You haven’t done anything wrong. I hope nobody else made you think you’d done anything wrong?’
‘No Mr... no Bill,’ I say quickly. ‘Everyone has been real great. Except that Gabriel, I guess, thanks so much for looking for me with him, and making sure I was okay yesterday, and never hurting.’
He looks at me funny. ‘Nathan hasn’t spoken to you yet about a contract?’
‘I came here right from my shower.’
‘Well, when he does pretend it’s a surprise,’ Bill says. ‘You seem like a nice boy, Luke. We’re an okay bunch, apart from Gabriel, and apart from me when I’m in a bad mood. I bet everyone’s been bending your ear about not doing drugs, or sleeping with wild and crazy boys, hmm?’
My face is going redder and redder. ‘Um, a bit.’
He nods. ‘I’m afraid it’s about half selfish,’ he says with a shrug. ‘You make mistakes and they hurt. But you think maybe if I can stop someone else making the same mistake then my mistake will have had some meaning. The other half is genuine though. You’re young, you’re very... open, and nobody wants to see you... eh, you know all this stuff right?’
I smile back at him. ‘I think so.’
‘Did you pick a picture?’ he asks, gesturing at the file.
‘Oh yeah, this one please.’
Bill, I called him Bill, gets a gold pen and a weird boxy thing from a drawer. He signs the photograph, ‘With affection, your friend Big Bill Parklane’, and fiddles with the boxy thing.
‘What?’ he asks. ‘You never saw a Polaroid before?’
‘No, what is it?’
He rolls his eyes and puts it on a shelf facing out. ‘Apparently a way of making me feel ninety. Instant camera, you want a picture with me? It’s hard to put an entire adult movie on your wall.’
‘Oh!’ I leap up to my feet. He pulls me into position and puts an arm around my shoulders.
The flash goes off, making everything fuzzy and white.
‘Finish the rest of your coffee,’ he suggests, pulling out the photograph and wafting it.
‘These have been the best two days of my life,’ I admit.
He smiles at me. ‘Well, we aim to please. You seemed a little calmer today. Yesterday was pretty nerve-wracking huh?’
‘Oh yeah, especially during the scenes, but you and Adam were so nice, making sure I didn’t get scared and all.’
Bill shrugs. ‘Happens to us all.’ He looks at the photograph and smiles. He signs it with the gold pen and hands it to me. ‘Didn’t turn out badly did it?’
He’s smiling so warmly on the picture, and I look terrified and happy all at once.
‘No,’ I say looking up at him. ‘I think it turned out great.’
The End.
Matt as a bearish porn star and Mohinder and or Adam is his favorite co-star. But Matt is something of a diva/asshole a fact that drives Nathan the long suffering director crazy. He puts up with it because Matt's movies make a lot of money for him and he's in love with him.
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Date: 2009-12-26 02:39 pm (UTC)Great job! Sandra was totally kickass too! :D
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Date: 2009-12-26 03:06 pm (UTC)I'm glad the dyslexia worked, I didn't want to hammer it. Or turn the story into A Very Special Episode, heh.
I love Sandra :D And Gabriel has to be there somewhere if it's a Luke story, hehe.
Thanks! I'm really glad you enjoyed it <333
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Date: 2009-12-26 03:07 pm (UTC)All the dialogue was funny, hee, poor Bennet working so hard on it :P I loved the characterizations for Sandra and Daphne too; good stuff! Adam was funny and sweet trying to help poor fugly Luke out, and Matt, just, mmmmm. Ah, Luke's finally found his place; mom would be so proud! :D:D:D
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Date: 2009-12-26 03:18 pm (UTC)I was really pleased that I watched Boogie Nights earlyish in the story, because I had absolutely no idea how terrible porn movie dialogue was! I had a look online and some of it is eyewateringly bad :D
Adam's always fun :D The options in the prompt were Adam or Mohinder, and I'd done lots of Mohinder stories already. Plus Adam is always popular.
Heh, yeah mom! He's got a job with people who're friendly, helpful, good natured, and oh yeah fuck for a living :P
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:14 am (UTC)I felt so sorry for Nathan in this when he was talking to Luke at lunch. About not putting career ahead of realtionships all the while watching Adam and Matt acting like a married couple. It must be torture to know that the ship of thier realtionship had sailed leaving him sitting on the dock pining away for Matt.
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Date: 2009-12-27 08:57 am (UTC)I wanted to do it from the newbie point of view and there aren't that many youngish lads in Heroes, just Luke and Lyle really. I definitely don't have much of a feel for Lyle so I went with Luke.
Yeah, poor Nathan :( That turned out sadder than I was planning.
Thanks! <333
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Date: 2009-12-27 06:48 am (UTC)Loved how their whole set was like a family. Sandra being the Mother Hen and giving tips about spunk “facials” LOVED IT!
And Nathan! POOR NATHAN!! Knowing that he missed his chance with Matt is bad enough, but having to see Matt filming sex scene with his boyfriend of six years everyday D: Oh, I would die!!
Mmmmmmm, and Matt’s HUGE member *sigh* Yeah, this fic was awesome!!
Oh, and golden shower shout out!! :P heehee
Loved this fic!! This was a really fun read! Great Job!! <3333333
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Date: 2009-12-27 09:01 am (UTC)Bwahaha! I think I might've heard it on 'Drawn Together' first. Oh Xandir I miss you :P
Loved how their whole set was like a family. Sandra being the Mother Hen and giving tips about spunk “facials” LOVED IT!
Hee! I love Sandra and I really enjoy the alternative family set up :) Luke's in pretty good hands overall.
And Nathan! POOR NATHAN!! Knowing that he missed his chance with Matt is bad enough, but having to see Matt filming sex scene with his boyfriend of six years everyday D: Oh, I would die!!
That turned out more sad than I planned :( And Nathan keeps doing it to himself. Oh well, maybe he'll fall for someone else.
Oh, and golden shower shout out!!
LOL! I don't think I've ever written a golden shower before!
Thanks! <333