Orlando's idea -- get each member of the male cast into some sort of sexual situation. Points would be assessed based on how straight the guy was, what was actually done, and whether the other person could repeat or top the feat, with bonus points for each actual shag. So far, Dom and Orlando had been pretty much neck and neck, with Orlando slightly ahead. "So, who was it tonight?" Dom asked. "Viggo." Orlando's sigh was one of supreme satisfaction. "You've had him already," Dom pointed out as he switched on the lamp. They really needed a housecleaner. Orlando shrugged, still grinning. "I know. Now I'm just doing him for fun. But I did get Hugo during lunch today. Made out behind the food tent." He walked over to the dry erase board that lined the living room wall with the list of male cast members' names and initialed next to Hugo's name. "Go you." Dom was impressed. He hadn't been able to pin down the elusive Mr. Weaving. "And?" "Really good kisser. You wouldn't think so with those thin lips of his, but he had some moves on him." "Even more impressive. I'll have to work harder at getting him alone. So, who's left?" Dom asked. Orlando peered at the chart and ticked the names off on his fingers. "Andy, Dave and that new bloke. Karl." "I thought we agreed to keep Andy out of this after we found out he was married." Orlando waved him off. "Hugo's married. And so's Astin. Didn't stop us then." "True," Dom conceded. "But I hear Andy's the faithful sort." "We'll see about that." "And I did Dave on Friday, remember?" Dom continued. Orlando peered more closely at the list. "Oh yeah. He was the inventive one with the foot fetish?" "No, that's Bean. Dave was the cuddler who wanted me to pretend to be a rentboy." Orlando snapped his fingers. "Yeah, yeah, I remember now. God, I've gotta do him soon. That sounds wicked cool. Guess that just leaves Karl, then." He stared at the name, slid down on the sofa next to Dom. "I don't think we're gonna be able to get him, Sblom. He's been a bit hard to pin down since he's come on set. You sure he swings?" "Yeah, I'm sure. I heard it from the production designer that worked with him on "Xena". New Zealand's a small film community. Word gets 'round." "Hope you're right," Orlando said. "I mean, I'd thought there was a bit of something that first time we all met, but nothing since, man. And I've been trying for a month." He sounded wounded that he'd had to work that long at anything. Which surprised Dom as well. Orlando was just naturally irresistible. "Well, maybe he needs a different sort of persuading," Dom grinned. "I can do it." "Give over. You're not that good." "Hey, I fucked Bean, right? And Marton." And it had felt so good to get them first. Orlando still hadn't been able to get Bean to do anything more than a handjob. "You got Marton because you both teamed up on Miranda." "Still counts. Trust me, we did more than keep her occupied." "Fine, don't rub it in. If you can get Karl, I'll double the winnings." "You're on." Victory was going to be so sweet. Onto Part One
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