"Male or female?" Orlando asked. "Male, if the grunts and groans are anything to go by," Bean replied, shaking his head. "Well, who is it?" Astin asked, pouring a fresh glass of lager from the pitcher. "No clue. Didn't stick around long enough. Pour me one, would you? And let's get another round." Astin complied, and Bean tossed the entire mug back in three long swallows. "Fuck, but I needed that." "We could tell," Karl remarked. He tilted his chair back on two legs and gave Orlando an impish smile. "So, you got any details or ideas?" "Well, it's not any one of you," Orlando said, and signaled the waitress. "You guys hiding any pretzels or chips on you?" "Look at the bar we're in. D'they look like they have pretzels?" Bean asked, laughing. "Be lucky we have alcohol." "Don't get used to it," Karl said. "Moving into dry territory once we start shooting the Black Gates tomorrow." "I know, reporting for duty sober and straight, Eomer King, Sir," Orlando said, snapping a salute. "And don't forget it," Karl winked. "Could be Bernard," Astin mused. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, could be," Orlando replied, forehead wrinkling. "Nah, Bernard wouldn't fuck a co-star," Bean argued. "He's too into his role for that." "He is a professional," Orlando agreed, pouring himself a fresh glass, and gestured to Karl. "You want another?" "Yeah, fill me up, big boy." Orlando bit his lip, light flush staining his cheeks as he poured Karl's glass. Karl tilted his head and gave Orlando a small smile, which was immediately returned. "Marton, then," Karl said. "He'd definitely fuck a co-star." Astin raised an eyebrow. "And you know this...?" "Word travels," Karl shrugged. "Small film community here in Zid." "Makes sense." Orlando knocked back his second glass. He reached for the pitcher at the same time as Karl, and their hands met, lingered for a few seconds. Karl pulled away first, reluctant and slow. "Um." Orlando cleared his throat. "Alright. Craig, then." "Craig?" Bean frowned. "Didn't picture him as the type." Orlando snorted. "You're kidding, yeah?" "Nah, it's not him," Karl said decisively. "Okay, I'll bite," Astin said. "Why?" Karl continued to look at Orlando, that same small smile on his face. "Vig's a big guy, yeah." Orlando licked his lips, eyes dropping briefly down to Karl's crotch. "Yeah, I suppose. Never really thought about it." "Well, Craig's not the type to want to get folded in half and fucked until he can't walk." "Well." Sean cleared his throat. "Um...maybe we should..." "No, go on, Karl," Orlando croaked. "Craig's too prissy to handle hard, banging sex," Karl continued, gaze holding Orlando's captive. "No way he'd let Viggo pound into him and mark him. No way he'd let Viggo get nasty." "N-nasty?" "Mmhmm." "Oh God," Astin muttered, blushing. "Karl --" Karl smiled slowly. Orlando's breath caught, held. "I think it's Elijah," Karl stated, softly. "Lij?" Orlando managed to squeak. "He's definitely foldable," Karl replied, voice a dark, dangerous purr. "Imagine what Viggo could do to a flexible body like that." "Flexible," Orlando repeated, throat working as he tried to suck in a breath. "Yeah, imagine." "Thanks, but no," Astin shuddered, and poured himself another drink. "Be like imagining my brother." "I think it's Dom," Bean said. "Dom's completely about the birds," Orlando scoffed, but the words came out all rusty and croaked. A secretive smile played on Karl's lips. "Not always." Orlando's eyes went wide. "Don't tell me you've --" Karl leaned forward and ran a finger along Orlando's thigh. "Had my cock in that tight ass a few times." "Uh...fuck..." Orlando gulped, couldn't say another word. "Vig'd definitely go for him." Karl scooted forward, until his mouth was a bare inch from Orlando's ear. "Dom's got a tight mouth, too," he murmured. "Fits real nice and snug over my cock when I'm choking him." Bean and Astin exchanged uneasy glances. Orlando gripped Karl's thigh and leaned in. "Y-yeah?" "Yeah." Karl's lips touched Orlando's ear, tongue briefly flicking over the shell. "He's very talented. But I bet you'd be better." Orlando leaned his head into the contact, ran his fingers up Karl's inseam. "Think you could handle me?" "I think so," Karl smiled, nuzzling Orlando's lips with his own. "Have fun trying, at any rate." "You get the feeling we've become superfluous?" Bean asked, shrugging at Astin. "I'm beginning to get that impression, yeah." "My room or yours?" Orlando breathed. Karl groaned softly when Orlando rubbed fingers over his crotch. "Mine's closer." "Let's go." Bean and Astin could only watch in mute fascination as Karl tugged Orlando to his feet and they both practically dragged each other to the elevators. "It's about time," Astin said, finally, when he could find his voice. The elevator doors closed to the sight of Orlando's teeth closing over Karl's throat while Karl pulled Orlando's hips to his, rough and heated. "Wonder what Viggo would think about us using his imaginary sex life to get those two together finally?" "Dunno." Bean stood and clapped Astin on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. His grin was wide. "When I get done fucking him through the mattress tonight, I'll ask him for you and let you know." Onto Dirty Pretty Things
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