“And, cut. Okay, people, next scene,” the director called out. Max, the muscle-bound hunk who had his d**k up Luke’s arse, stopped moving. “Change positions. Luke, I want you on your back staring into Max’s eyes.” Max pulled out; Luke immediately missing the large tube of flesh. He flipped over and looked up, squinting into the bright studio lights. He had forgotten what his character’s name was supposed to be. He wasn’t even sure if he had one in this film. Max had probably been given some stupid butch name, but Luke, if he ever knew, couldn’t recall it. As he waited for the cameras and lights to be arranged to the director’s liking, Luke ran his fingertips along the rich white linen sheets on the king size bed they were using. Before they’d begun, the sheets had been crisp and sm