The Pleasure Principle (Prologue)
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million_starTitle: The Pleasure Principle (Prologue)
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Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17, to be safe
Warnings: This part: slight smut
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no offense intended. 'Tis fiction, after all.
Author's Note: Last summer, when I posted Cydonian Thighs,revolt_regain and I joked in the comments that the world needed more AU Belldom fics about Matt and Dom in the porn industry. (Not to say that it hasn't been done before, mind you!) So here we are. If all goes well, this will be primarily a comedy. Thanks to mollie_scott for suggesting my director's name, and dolce_piccante for constant support and for suggesting the title. <3
The blonde in the center of the room arches his back in pleasure at the sensation of having his cock sucked by the redhead currently between his legs. He does all the right things: he fucks the mouth enveloping him steadily, his head thrown back in pleasure. Filthy words escape his mouth when the man sucking him off proceeds to smack his arse for good measure.
From my vantage point, just a few feet away, however, I notice that the blonde, just for a moment, glances pointedly at the camera pointed at his waist, most likely wondering if his cock looks impressive enough in this light.
Conceited fucker.
It makes me laugh to myself until an irritated voice interrupts the scene.
"Cut. This isn't working. Dominic, what are you doing?"
The redhead releases the blonde's cock and stands, staring at the floor. He wipes his mouth and glances meekly at the blonde, who is now regarding him with disdain. Just then, the blonde speaks while shrugging into the leopard print robe he has been handed.
"I can't work like this, Hans! Amateur cocksuckers are such a bore."
Our director attempts, yet again, to placate his temperamental leading man. "Dominic, please!"
"He's unprofessional. Where the hell did you find him?" With a wave of his hand and a petulant stomp of one bare foot, Dominic defiantly stood in front of Hans, intent on getting his way.
And believe me, he'll get his way. Oh yes.
"I want Matthew. Now," he proclaims.
Hans takes a deep breath, smiles and tries again. "We've been over this. Matthew's not playing the part of the delivery man, no matter how much you want him to? He's Pool Boy Number Two in this video, remember?"
"Please," Dominic hisses, glancing at me...
(What? Oh, how rude of me! Hi, my name is Matthew, erm, I mean, Pool Boy Number two. Pleasure to meet you.)
... before proclaiming, "Matthew should, by all rights, be playing opposite me. Make it happen."
Hans' mouth falls open in shock. "Dominic, do you really think you can just prance in here and take over my production like this? Just who the fuck do you think you are?"
Ouch. Big mistake, Hans. He'll learn eventually. I say nothing, however. I merely sip my bottle of water and get ready for the fireworks. This should be good.
Dominic pokes the director in the chest. "Who am I? I, motherfucker, am the biggest name in this industry right now. I'm at the top of my game, and everyone knows it. So if you wish for me to drop this robe and spread my legs again, I suggest you get Matthew into makeup right now so he can suck this glorious cock of mine. Yeah?"
The blood seems to have vanished from Hans' face, and his mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I can tell that yet again, Dominic will be placated. It's true, though, every single word he said was true - Dominic IS indeed the biggest name in gay porn these days, despite his reputation for being something of a diva. I wonder briefly if I should be flattered that he is requesting me again, after all, this is the third time this has happened this month.
I have no idea why he wants me, but I couldn't be happier.
It's going to be difficult for me to knock him off his perch as the best in the business, but believe me, I'm gonna give it all I've got. I'll let you in on a secret, though. I desperately want to be close to him, even if it's only for a few moments in front of the camera for our trade's sake. Even if it's empty and false.
Why?
Between you and I, I think I'm falling for the bastard.
Author:
millionstar Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17, to be safe
Warnings: This part: slight smut
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no offense intended. 'Tis fiction, after all.
Author's Note: Last summer, when I posted Cydonian Thighs,
revolt_regain and I joked in the comments that the world needed more AU Belldom fics about Matt and Dom in the porn industry. (Not to say that it hasn't been done before, mind you!) So here we are. If all goes well, this will be primarily a comedy. Thanks to mollie_scott for suggesting my director's name, and dolce_piccante for constant support and for suggesting the title. <3 The blonde in the center of the room arches his back in pleasure at the sensation of having his cock sucked by the redhead currently between his legs. He does all the right things: he fucks the mouth enveloping him steadily, his head thrown back in pleasure. Filthy words escape his mouth when the man sucking him off proceeds to smack his arse for good measure.
From my vantage point, just a few feet away, however, I notice that the blonde, just for a moment, glances pointedly at the camera pointed at his waist, most likely wondering if his cock looks impressive enough in this light.
Conceited fucker.
It makes me laugh to myself until an irritated voice interrupts the scene.
"Cut. This isn't working. Dominic, what are you doing?"
The redhead releases the blonde's cock and stands, staring at the floor. He wipes his mouth and glances meekly at the blonde, who is now regarding him with disdain. Just then, the blonde speaks while shrugging into the leopard print robe he has been handed.
"I can't work like this, Hans! Amateur cocksuckers are such a bore."
Our director attempts, yet again, to placate his temperamental leading man. "Dominic, please!"
"He's unprofessional. Where the hell did you find him?" With a wave of his hand and a petulant stomp of one bare foot, Dominic defiantly stood in front of Hans, intent on getting his way.
And believe me, he'll get his way. Oh yes.
"I want Matthew. Now," he proclaims.
Hans takes a deep breath, smiles and tries again. "We've been over this. Matthew's not playing the part of the delivery man, no matter how much you want him to? He's Pool Boy Number Two in this video, remember?"
"Please," Dominic hisses, glancing at me...
(What? Oh, how rude of me! Hi, my name is Matthew, erm, I mean, Pool Boy Number two. Pleasure to meet you.)
... before proclaiming, "Matthew should, by all rights, be playing opposite me. Make it happen."
Hans' mouth falls open in shock. "Dominic, do you really think you can just prance in here and take over my production like this? Just who the fuck do you think you are?"
Ouch. Big mistake, Hans. He'll learn eventually. I say nothing, however. I merely sip my bottle of water and get ready for the fireworks. This should be good.
Dominic pokes the director in the chest. "Who am I? I, motherfucker, am the biggest name in this industry right now. I'm at the top of my game, and everyone knows it. So if you wish for me to drop this robe and spread my legs again, I suggest you get Matthew into makeup right now so he can suck this glorious cock of mine. Yeah?"
The blood seems to have vanished from Hans' face, and his mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I can tell that yet again, Dominic will be placated. It's true, though, every single word he said was true - Dominic IS indeed the biggest name in gay porn these days, despite his reputation for being something of a diva. I wonder briefly if I should be flattered that he is requesting me again, after all, this is the third time this has happened this month.
I have no idea why he wants me, but I couldn't be happier.
It's going to be difficult for me to knock him off his perch as the best in the business, but believe me, I'm gonna give it all I've got. I'll let you in on a secret, though. I desperately want to be close to him, even if it's only for a few moments in front of the camera for our trade's sake. Even if it's empty and false.
Why?
Between you and I, I think I'm falling for the bastard.
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Date: 2010-02-16 10:20 pm (UTC)Diva!Dom cracks me up and I agree with the others on sarcastic Pool Boy Number Two POV! lol
Too damn awesome, PLEASE let there be more of this soon! Though... I do feel quite bad for Redhead ): Not his fault that the biggest name in gay porn is too full of himself or his precious Pool Boy (#2).
Thank you for this. Made my night! Now I will just have those horrible manips of nude model!Dom I stumbles across somewhere lingering in my head. And of course. That leopard print robe.
*hugs*
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Date: 2010-02-18 11:51 pm (UTC)Edit: um, this was, of course, meant to be posted as a new and entirely genuine comment on the fic, and not as an apparently sarky comment to the one above! Sorry!
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Date: 2010-02-18 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-18 11:57 pm (UTC)And, thanks muchly. :D
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Date: 2010-02-19 01:08 am (UTC)Now I will just have those horrible manips of nude model!Dom...
Aaah!! I LOLed at that pretty damned hard, you know. :D
*hugs back*