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Zevran Arainai had sex with your mom. (easy_lover) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-04 20:08:00

Who: Danny Lubbe and Zevran Arainai
What: just another day at the office
When: Friday, 1/3.
Where: the studio
Rating: High. They work in porn. Things happen.
Status: Complete




Okay, but really? The maid outfit was kinda the best thing ever. Danny especially liked the whole only wearing a garter belt and that if he bent over just a bit he was pretty sure he redefined sexy. In a good way. Or something. Whatever. He felt fuckin’ hot in it and that was all that mattered. The white stockings were definitely helping. He almost wished he had gloves too, but that would’ve been more elegant and less slutty maid.

The first half hour of this thing was him lying in this fucking expensive looking bed (it wasn’t, but whatever,) totally playing with one of Zev’s frighteningly accurate dildos. He’d been fucking himself with it for a while now, all curled toes and hand around his dick brushing against satin and fuck stamina was gonna be difficult. Soon. Fuck. Soon, Zev was gonna show up and do his whole what’re you doin’ on my bed with my dick thing or...or whatever. Danny was bad at memorizing lines. He was really, really good at improvising though, and the best at improvising with Zev. Zev and his massive fucking dick that would be so, so much better than the cyberskin one in his ass and the awkward angle of his own arm.

Zev’s preparation for his roles wasn’t really extensive or long. He memorized his (painfully stupid) lines, he did his hair, he refused to wear makeup. Same old, same old. He yawned as he looked for some Altoids, having brushed his teeth a while ago, but still figuring minty freshness was appropriate.

Crunching them as he wandered to set, he could hear Danny before he could see him. And there went his jeans going all tight. (Because really, huge penis in jeans that were already really tight were just asking for erection difficulties.) He looked at the director who nodded, motioning him on set.

“You are supposed to be doing the laundry. What are you doing on my bed?” Zev wished he could rewrite the line, if only because it was sort of an obvious thing what Danny was doing on the bed.

Nobody in the general area should have been surprised when the first line was the only one that actually matched the script from here on out. Danny knew he was supposed to be all demure and afraid, but that was gonna be boring to film and boring to watch. Making Zev fight for almost every scrap of control was gonna be way more interesting.
It was with a devious, almost predatory smirk (that absolutely belonged to Danny and not Brandon or whoever the hell else he was trying to pretend to be,) that Danny looked up at Zevran and said, “you said I could either do your laundry or go fuck myself. The fuck does it look like I’m doing?” One of them was going to break ‘character’ at some point, whatever that character was, and it was probably going to be Danny. It probably already was Danny. But at least he didn’t laugh. Yet.

Zev was a better actor than anyone gave him credit for. Rolling with the punches, he pinched his nose and sighed. “Must you take everything so literally?” He moved onto the bed, cocking his head to the side and watching for a few moments. “Though I suppose this is better than laundry. If you must muss the sheets, we can wash them afterwards, no?”

“Oh, it’s we now?” Danny said, intentionally making more of a show of himself as he arched his back in a way that most people probably couldn’t manage comfortably. “Am I doing this to your satisfaction, sir or would you care to tell me what else I’m doing wrong?” That. That was definitely in the script. Somewhere. No way he could’ve come up with a line that awful on his own.

“I will help you wash the sheets, if only because you are pleasing me.” Zev smirked a little, trying not to crack up at the bad dialogue. “You’re going far too slow for my tastes,” Zev murmured. He willed himself not to burst out laughing as he delivered the Porn coup de grace, the line that would cue actual sex instead of foreplay. “Perhaps I have something else you could clean,” he snorted, unable to help himself and bursting into giggles.

In that one, bright, shining moment, Danny actually managed to be the most professional person in the room. He lifted his head and looked darkly at Zevran. “The last time you said that, you made me wash all the cleaning supplies and organize them alphabetically by first ingredient.” There. Maybe someone wouldn’t have to call cut and they could just market this as absurdist crossdressing porn. “You evil bastard. I pleased you just fine when we had the orgy in the sunroom and who had to clean that up all by himself?”

Zev still couldn’t help it, and was laughing loudly on the floor. “Shut up and take my pants off, idiot,” he managed to gasp out before the director called cut.

Danny groaned loudly even while he was giggling on the bed. “Can we please have like a porn gag reel or something?” Which would be awesome, and probably better appreciated if their pretty hot female director wasn’t glaring at them.

“You know, we probably could.” Zev sat up and made woobie eyes at the director before standing back on his mark again. He took a few deep breaths, waited for ‘action’, and then repeated the line. He managed to make his way through it without laughing. It wasn’t delivered well, or convincingly, but he’d said it without laughing, so that had to count.

That they had to rewind all the way back to other things Danny could clean was kind of annoying, because the shit he said after that had been golden. “Do you?” he asked, licking his lips and looking convincingly desperate up at Zevran. It was a lot of effort not to laugh and ask outright if it was the other guy’s dick. “I thought it was obvious I’m off the clock right now.” With that, he fucked the dildo into his ass pointedly. He was really beginning to wonder why he and Zev were allowed to work together at all.

“Then ... cock back in?” Zev managed to say it before doubling over laughing, earning a shoe being thrown at him by the director. “I am sorry, I had to say it, it was terrible! Just like this script!”

“No. No keep that. Just say it without laughing. I’m sure there’s pun enthusiasts out there who’ll appreciate it,” Danny said, grinning at Zev.

“I’m glad you boys are comfortable with each other, but really...we’re on a schedule here and I need you to get back on the cock and in the game,” the director said, and even she was unable to hide a playful little smirk.

Danny took a deep breath and repeated his line, refusing to back away from the open pun door he’d left for Zev.

Nodding, Zev tried to think of every morbid, awful thing he could think of while he delivered his puntastic line. He made sure to take his belt off as he said it, knowing that doing something while he spoke would distract him from laughing.

It wasn’t any less funny the second time, but somehow Danny made it through. He got up on his hands and knees, still leaving the dildo in as he crawled to the other side of the bed. It was kinda one of those moments when he really wished he had boobs. They woulda looked awesome in this outfit.

“Will I get a bonus for deep cleaning?” he asked, ass still partly in the air so the cameras could get a good shot of him (and his fucking fantastic legs thank you very much) while he moved. “Sir.” That bit was definitely a tacked on bit of challenge, the devious sass that he’d planted earlier coming right back into play. This was totally going to be hair pulling and hard fucking and Danny was just glad that they’d actually gotten the decently fake flavoured condoms today.

God damnit, that made Zev have to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Instead of answering, he reached out to grab Danny’s hair and kiss him properly, figuring that if they just stopped talking and just started with the sex, the sooner they could go home.

Danny kissed him back roughly, fingers curling in Zev’s definitely expensive shirt as he pulled him close. This was the part of the script he liked, the part where they had a list of things to do, but no real order to do them in or way they actually had to do them or really time limit. It was always the best with someone that Danny genuinely liked and got on with.

Zev felt the same way. He didn’t have to fake things with people he genuinely liked, and he and Danny were friends. This felt like something they’d done many times before, even if it was only a couple.

Running his hands over Danny’s arms and up his back, Zev focused on kissing for the time being, focused on just riling him up a bit more so they could both get to their pre-giggly state of arousal.

Danny arched with it, moaning into the kiss when moving shifted that damn fake dick in him at just the wrong-right angle. Yeah, alright, he was definitely done with the giggles. He got up, muscles clenching tight around the dick to hopefully keep it from just falling out. There was still that chance. He had used a fuck of a lot of lube in the first place.

Still, he managed and knelt in front of Zev, teeth grazing the inside of his wrist as he pulled one of those condoms out from a fake pocket on the inside front of his outfit. Another moment breasts would’ve been kinda awesome.

Zev reached around Danny to help him out by gently moving the toy a little while nibbling at his earlobe. He was considerate at the best of times, and he smiled when he saw the flavor of the condom. They were his favorites too. Leaning back, he unbuttoned his shirt to toss it aside, still managing to kiss Danny at the same time. Porn stars were the ultimate multitaskers.

The whole, weird ninja thing that Zev managed to do when it came to undressing was probably black magic or some crap. All the places he could reach on Danny for a guy so short was nothing short of kinda amazing and he really doubted any audience actually appreciated it as much as they should.

Roughly, he tugged those too tight jeans down while Zev bent to kiss him, only breaking the kiss to tear the condom open and roll it on. “Fuckin’ horse cock,” he murmured under his breath, wasting no time at all at getting it in his mouth.

That made Zev laugh a little to himself. Instead of taking offense, he took it as the compliment it was, and ran his fingers through Danny’s hair. “Ah, but you like it,” he murmured, kneading slightly at Danny’s scalp whenever his mouth did something particularly clever. And it wasn’t like Zev could help it anyway.

The thing about having Zev’s cock in his mouth was that he couldn’t really talk. He was pretty sure that was at least part of the reason he was perpetually cast as a bottom. No need to worry about shutting him up if they could jam a cock down his throat and then later smush his face in pillows or the mattress or whatever.

He moaned as loudly as he could around Zev’s dick, took a deep breath through his nose and managed to relax enough to take him all the way, nose pressed against the other man’s stomach while he held his breath.

Zev had learned not to expect too much from the people who gave him blowjobs. Most porn actors did it just enough to move onto the next take. Gasping when Danny moved further than most people ever would even try to reach, Zev bit his lower lip and looked down at him, running an affectionate hand over his cheek. He’d always let Danny call the shots during the oral bits, considering as he was doing about twice the work.

Danny stayed just there until his eyes started to water and he was sure the cameras had gotten about four different good angles on it. He pulled back slowly, still holding his breath until he finally pulled off. Breathing heavily, he looked up at Zev and couldn’t stop that triumphant little smirk. They said he’d never be able to do it. Ha. Fuckers. His hand moved under his skirt, taking a minute to stroke himself fully back hard. Deep throating Zev’s cock required way more concentration than keeping his boner did.

“Let me help with that,” Zev murmured, standing back and taking off his pants more fully before moving to lay Danny down on his back. Zev, on the other hand, had never been presented with a cock he couldn’t work into his throat, and he proceeded to go fast and wet with his blowjob, lewdly working himself with his free hand as he moved.

Back up on the bed and with his skirt flipped up around his chest, Danny couldn’t help but moan loudly. He really didn’t know what Zev was complaining about when it came to the maid outfit. He’d never felt so...pretty...and sexy. Danny was totally gonna have to look into this later, whenever it was psychologically appropriate. It was pretty obvious that Zev could take everything Danny had, so the younger man couldn’t help but fuck himself down onto the dildo in his ass just to make things better. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Fucking-” He had to cut himself off. The word that wanted to come out was Christ and he was absolutely not allowed to say that on camera while being well, a sexy little French-Canadian maid.

The loud moan told more than enough instead. “Please. Please fuck…please.” Begging might not have looked good on everyone, but Danny managed to rock it every time.

Pausing for a moment, Zev looked up and blinked innocently, exaggerating the gesture. “What do you mean?” He looked almost owlish, and was glad he couldn’t see himself or the giggles would’ve started again.

The unfortunate thing was that Danny could see him. Danny could see him and retaliate with a pillow to that stupid face and the stupid side of his head. “Fuck me you asshole.”

“Ow!” Zev giggled, nearly falling off of the bed and hurling a pillow in retaliation. “Fine, when you put it like that, you charming little moppet.” He stuck out his tongue and stood up, flipping Danny to his stomach. Zevran was far stronger than he looked, which was probably the elvish genetics.

That cut hadn’t been called again was probably a testament to how badly the director just wanted them to finish. Or maybe they were actually being entertaining. Who knew. Danny didn’t. He really didn’t care. Being literally picked up and flipped was both amazing and really intense on the fake dick already in him. At least he knew he wasn’t going to have to be prepped more for Zev.

He scrambled for one of the single use packets of lube currently poking him in the chest. No. Two of them. He palmed them and passed them back to Zev for whenever that fake dick got pulled out and replaced with a real one.

Nodding, Zev tore the packets open expertly and started to slick himself over with one of them. The other went over his fingers and then into Danny, less for prep, and more for simple slickness.

Mindful of the cameras, Zev moved slowly into Danny, biting his lower lip and shuddering. This part of acting came very easily to him.

The removal of the dildo left Danny feeling strangely hollow for a moment. He whined, writhing on the bed as his skirt bunched up higher and the top pulled down lower. He needed. Fuck, he needed. The fingers weren’t enough, though they did add some low variety into the sounds that Danny was making.

“Please,” he begged and just like that, Zev was pushing into him. He tipped his head back, grabbing the sheets beneath him as he worked not to move his hips either to push back against Zev’s still fucking massive cock or down against the slightly rough bedspread to get his own some attention. “Fuck!”

There was a huge difference between some textured, heavy silicone and the real thing even covered in latex. The throb of that cock in his ass, the warmth of it and Zevran’s body against his own. That was something nothing in the industry could replicate. Breathing heavily, Danny was well aware of Zev’s tactics and that they’d both be allowed to take things just a little slow and enjoy themselves for a few minutes at first before they really started fucking and Danny was getting manhandled into fourteen other positions.

At least they’d not used silk sheets for this. Zev was always telling the props guys not to use those, especially after a few instances where he’d literally fucked someone off of the bed. While amusing, not exactly what the industry was wanting.

True to form, Zev went slowly at first, gently kissing Dany’s jawline and neck as to keep their bodies close to each other. It was mostly polite and practical, the slowness. He didn’t want to hurt anyone in a way that was unsexy. But eventually he’d start rocking his hips a little further, rolling them a little harder, moving to his knees. Danny would know what that meant.

Danny was as vocal as he ever was, well, more than really. Zev always seemed to bring out the volume in him. That, he realized, was probably why they kept getting scheduled together. Pick the guy with the big dick who turns Manitoba into a loud little slut on his cock, right? He felt Zev move behind him, up on the bed and on his knees. It was easy for Danny to move with, to get his own knees under him and angle his back just enough to make sure that his own hard cock was very visible between gartered thighs.

Reaching back to get the skirt off and start unlacing the top was a bit more difficult, but he was managing. The stockings were staying. And the garter belt. Fuck everything else. “Smack my ass,” he said roughly, feeling exactly that kind of dirty.

Zev, a helpful sort, reached out to tug Danny’s top off so he didn’t get stuck and fall over. One hand remained on his shoulder, the other obliging him by turning the paleness of his skin stark red. Dark blond hair fell into Zev’s eyes, and he tossed his head a little, wondering if people speculated why his ears were so pointed. He’d have to check TMZ or something.

The top fell open and Danny shifted his weight enough to get it off one arm at a time and throw it aside to join the skirt wherever that landed. The strike came and the younger of the pair of them just moaned louder, shifting his weight more onto his forearms so that he could pitch back harder into it. “Fuck, yeah.”

Porn should’ve been awkward, but Zev had been doing it for years past that point. He just sped up, went a little rougher, murmured things that Danny probably wanted to hear. It made for good film, and he enjoyed himself for the most part. He’d never mention that he kind of missed sex he didn’t get paid for; it would just be too sad sack for anyone to hear.

Danny ended up flipped over on his back entirely of his own accord. He needed to kiss Zev. So he did, legs hitched up over the other man’s shoulders as he crushed their mouths together. In his own private storyline, Brandon was absolutely cock over heels, balls deep in love with Zevran. It made for more interesting things when they were together, and somehow an even easier friendship when he was just Danny. That kiss was all teeth and claim and raw need, beautiful on film and definitely one of those things that would end up gifed and used on Tumblr.

Zev was aware of Danny’s storyline, and always enjoyed indulging him. It meant that in tabloids they usually had rumors about them dating, but Zev didn’t mind. Rumors tended to bounce off him at this point. He’d allegedly dated everyone. Smiling when their lips met, Zev snaked a hand between them to pump Danny’s cock, hands moving as gently as his hips weren’t.

Danny broke the kiss, falling backwards so that he could arch his back more, could create an even more pleasing view for the cameras and the guy fucking him. “Fuck, love your cock,” he growled. He didn’t stop fucking himself on it even though the angle was messed up. He had Zev’s shoulders to sort of use as leverage. “Fuck...yeah just like that.”

Leaning back as well so the cameras could zoom in on his hands, Zev smirked down at Danny as he slowed. He was angling more for depth as opposed to speed, glad that he had practice with keeping his stamina high and staving off his own orgasms.

Danny caught the signal out of the corner of his eye. He cried out loudly as he came, making a huge mess of his stomach and chest as Zev milked it out of him. Fucking, god. He might not have always liked his job, but there was nothing he didn’t like about that moment.

Zev waited until ‘cut’ was called to chuckle a little bit. “Do you need some water, young Danny?”

Danny groped until he found another pillow and smacked Zev lazily with it. “Shut up, old man,” he teased. He caught his breath slowly and managed to move where he was supposed to be back on his knees on the floor. The condom came off and he took another few steadying breaths before action was called and he tipped his face and stretched his neck to be made a mess of...on.

Cum shots were generally the most boring part of any given scene for Zev. They didn’t focus on his face, so he usually pulled silly expressions, trying to see if he could make his co-star crack up. Danny was no exception.

Danny’s response to that was to close his eyes defiantly. He’d been yelled at enough that day. He really didn’t wanna piss people off any more than they’d already managed to.

Zev understood. He focused on ejaculating, making extra noise because it was expected, hoping he didn’t get any in Danny’s eyes or up his nose. There had been past mishaps.

Most of it landed on his chin, cheeks and neck, and Danny managed not to flinch when it did. This was definitely his least favourite part. Humiliation was so not his cup of tea. He opened his eyes and smirked up at Zev, completely filthy and still looking like he wanted more when cut got called again.

He exhaled, grabbed the skirt and wiped both his face and stomach off. It was nothing personal. They both had similar feelings on that whole part of things. Still, Danny was kinda in Brandon headspace, so once he was wiped off, he stood and kissed his co-star again. No hard feelings. Never had been. Never would be.

“I did not get any in uncomfortable places, did I?” Zev wrapped an arm loosely around Danny’s waist in a gesture that was friendly and big brotherly at the same time. “I never did like that myself. It is better now that I do it less often.”

“Nah, you’re fine.” Danny said, ruffling Zev’s hair. “You’re the only one I let come on my face anyway.” He trusted Zev not to be stupid about things. Most of the other guys? Eh, not so much.

“That, I did not know! I am very flattered. Do you think that your fans will gif that kiss?” Zev liked that Danny was getting exposure; young up and comers deserved their fame.

“Gif it and it’ll go around for a while before it ends up in some Avengers set with a Supernatural reaction gif below it.” He started walking off the set with Zev casually so that people could pack up. “Apparently if you greyscale things and mess with the contrast enough we’re perfect for Thor and Hawkeye.”

Zev blinked, then looked down at his arms as he walked off set, still naked. “My arms are not that strong,” he murmured.

“Nah but your hair’s light and long enough and they usually only crop things at angles that serve their purposes anyway.” Danny shrugged. “Oh man, did you know there’s fic of us? We have shippers. Brevran.”

“If only they knew that you have a girlfriend who will be your wife one day, and I have had a date with a man I quite fancy.” Zev grinned lopsidedly as he found his jeans and pulled them on.

“Yeah?” Danny said, beaming as he sat in his chair and finally took off his stockings. “Is he cute?” Of course he was cute, but that was kinda just what you asked that and, “where’d you meet him? ‘C’mon I wanna know everything.”

“He is, and I met him while walking in the snow. The irony of it is that he is in my dreams, and I did not think he liked men in the dreams. So I do not know what to do now.” The elf smiled and looked down at his hands, still shirtless. “He makes me confused.”

Danny shrugged as he pulled his underwear and pants back on. “Relationships do that,” he said. “Fuck, man I mean everyone makes me confused. Doesn’t matter if he did or didn’t like men in the dreams. What matters is here and now.”

“Well, that’s what I have figured, it is why I asked him to dinner.” Zev found his shirt and tugged it on, pulling his hair out of its ponytail. “I think it went well, all things considered. I am surprised I remembered how to be a gentleman.”

“Hanging out with us idiots, I’m impressed,” Danny teased, groping around for his shirt and finally finding it to tug it on. “I’m happy for you, man.” Zev was a good guy. He deserved something good.

“You as well, Danny. You shall have to introduce me to your lady friend sometime.” Zev grabbed his wallet and keys, ready to go home and take a dip in the pool.
“Yeah,” Danny said, giving Zev an upnod. “If she’s ever ready to cross the streams or whatever, right?” He jammed his wallet and keys and crap back in his pocket, slid into his shoes and waved Zev off. “I’ll see you later, man. You have a good night.”