Pair of Kings, Ace High

Chapter 1 It wasn’t that Blake minded watching his partner’s c**k being sucked for an hour straight. What bothered him was deciding how to set up the shots. “Aaron, is it possible for you to bob your head more vertically so you can grab his ass and we can still see over your arm?” Aaron sighed and pouted. “I’m gonna have a stiff neck if I do, on top of this sore jaw.” “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a massage when we’re done. Felix? How are you holding up?” Felix panted. “I’m trying really hard not to c*m. How much longer do you need?” Blake checked the footage they had on his playback screen. “If I could get a solid minute of Aaron sucking you, we should be able to cut that in with my shots of your face and the wide shots to make the scene long enough.” “Can I get a little ‘encouragement’?” Felix asked with a tired grin. “Only if it doesn’t push you too far.” Blake hopped out of his seat, tip-toed delicately onto the set as quickly as he could without disrupting anything, and gave his boyfriend a passionate kiss. The director, Emmet, called for Blake to get off the set. “Unless you want to be in this one. I think you’d be the first asexual porn star in history.” Blake rushed back to his place. “Not this time. I’m a behind-the-scenes guy through and through.” They had to do two more takes because Aaron started gagging, but eventually they had enough footage for the editing crew to sort through that didn’t look awful. Felix’s moan of relief when he finally came was only somewhat exaggerated. Then all he and Aaron had to do was make out while Aaron still had c*m on his face, and then the scene was supposed to fade out from there. “Blake? My massage?” Aaron sat pointedly on one of the chairs on set and gestured to his neck. Someone from the make-up department dashed in to clean him up and redo his foundation. “Of course, champ.” Blake gave the best massages at Wild Card Studios. Aside from his stellar cinematography skills, his massages were what most of the actors and crew liked him for. Since he was asexual, his coworkers felt they could relax more around him when they needed a break from the non-stop f*****g. His partner, Felix, definitely appreciated the fact that when they got home the last thing Blake wanted from him was s*x. “Don’t mess anything up!” Emmet warned. “We’ve got two more scenes to shoot on this set, and I don’t want to lose ten minutes while we put everything back the way it was.” Emmet was one of the fussier directors Blake worked with. Like most of them, at least Emmet trusted Blake’s artistic instincts, so Blake didn’t mind unless he really started being a nitty-gritty control freak. Aaron’s neck was riddled with knots. Blake dug his thumbs into them, making Aaron moan and squeal. The make-up artist shot them both a reproachful look. “How come you never sound like that when I f**k you?” asked Lonny, one of the actors waiting for their own scene. Between gasps, Aaron said, “You don’t—hit my spots—like he does—Oh, f**k, Blake, how do you do that…” “Maybe Emmet’s got a point,” Felix said. “Maybe you should be in one of the films someday.” His face lit up with the adoring grin he saved just for Blake. “After all, I think you’re hot, which means you’d definitely have an audience.” “Yeah, well, I was never that great of an actor.” Blake switched to using his palms to massage a broader area. “Instead of going ‘Ah! Ah! Ah!’ I’d be more like ‘Uh, uh, uh…okay?’ And then who would make sure you all look your best? We all know what Aaron looks like in the wrong lighting.” “Hey!” Aaron exclaimed. He made a move to turn and confront Blake, but Blake put pressure on the biggest knot he could find and Aaron melted back into a complacent puddle. Blake laughed. “It was just a joke, calm down. Don’t make more knots for me to rub or Emmet is gonna come kick you out of this chair himself.” Emmet did come in five minutes later to shoo them all away. Felix didn’t have another scene until later that evening, so he went to relax for a while. On his way out, he gave Blake another kiss. “Want me to bring you any food?” “A granola bar or something would be nice. Nothing too noisy.” “Mmmkay.” “Gonna check your e-mail while you’re out?” Felix put his hands behind his back innocently. “Maybe…” Blake shook his head. “I should’ve known. Alright, go have fun.” For the past few months, Felix had been chatting with a fan who originally sent him a message on Twitter. The guy’s name was Ramiro, though he preferred Rami, and from what Blake had read of their e-mails—when Felix decided to share—he wasn’t the typical drooling porn addict who usually sent fan mail to the actors. While he did say he wished he could f**k Felix himself, he was more impressed with how involved Felix had become with humanitarian charities since his rise to stardom, particularly the ones that supported the rights of s*x workers and immigrants and their families. I really admire that you took the opportunity to bring attention to these causes, Rami had initially written. Not only are you raising awareness, you’re also breaking down the stereotypes about the people who work in porn. People laugh when I tell them you’re one of my biggest inspirations, but you truly are. Keep up the good work! Ever since then, Felix had been in contact with him every few days, talking about this and that and collaborating on efforts to organize events, even though Felix was in California and Rami lived and worked in New Mexico. When they started exchanging pictures, Blake had asked if he should be jealous. Rami was aesthetically pleasing after all, since he had the sexy Latino look going for him and a decently sculpted body from his physically intensive job. Felix had assured Blake that their friendship was strictly that. “I get all the s*x I need at work and all the love I need from you,” Felix told him. “What more could I want?” Yet Blake knew that f*****g for work and f*****g for pleasure were two different things. He could give Felix the latter if he really wanted it, but Felix didn’t like asking for something that Blake wouldn’t enjoy as well. Blake tried to like s*x, it just wasn’t his thing. He received more pleasure from making Felix smile or feeling Felix cuddle up against him while they fell asleep than he did from s*x. Some days Blake wanted to tell Felix to go have a one-night stand with someone he really liked, get some mutual pleasure with a partner. However, even though his job was to f**k everyone but Blake, Felix was fiercely loyal outside of the studio. The next scene they filmed didn’t involve any s*x, but that meant Aaron had to go put his clothes back on. He was the main character in this film, Lonny was playing his boyfriend, and Felix was the sexy badass new guy in town who Aaron’s character had an affair with. The affair was settled with a happy threesome, of course, though Blake was annoyed that Felix had been typecast as the bad boy, again. Blake had worried this would happen due to Felix’s facial piercings and his two tattoos, but they had been good about giving him varied roles in the past. The last thing they had to film before everyone went home was a confrontation between Felix and Lonny where Lonny told Felix to stay away from Aaron, and Felix started seducing Lonny as well. He did so by pinning Lonny to a wall, then slowly going in for a hot kiss. Blake took a moment between setting things up to help Felix practice. “Anything from Rami?” Blake asked. Felix took Blake by the wrists and held them against the wall. “Not yet.” “Disappointed?” “A little…” Blake leaned forward for a brief tender kiss. “He always writes back. Be patient.” Felix smiled. “Okay.” He took a deep breath, got into his porn persona, and kissed Blake with fervor. The smell of make-up filled Blake’s nose, but the taste of Felix’s lips and tongue was as sweet as ever. “Remember to hold your arms away from your face,” Blake said. He opened one eye to look around the set, see where he could best set up the cameras. “You thinking about work?” Felix growled. “Aren’t you?” Felix thrust his mouth against Blake’s. The studs of his snake bite piercings pressed into Blake’s lower lip. “I’m thinking about you,” he said. If Blake’s hands weren’t held in place at the moment, he would have hugged Felix. Instead, he tried to remember Lonny’s line. He struggled meekly against the wall. “Damn you,” he said. “First you take my boyfriend, then you try your tricks on me? You’re a—an—uh…” Lonny was supposed to fumble with the right insult, but Blake had honestly forgotten. “An insatiable man-w***e,” Felix said, relaxing his grip. “Good on you for remembering the rest of that, though.” He gave Blake one more kiss, this time on the cheek. “Thanks, babe. I’ll try to keep my arms out of your way.” Blake cuddled up against Felix for a moment, careful not to smudge anything. “I love you.” “I love you, too. Now if you excuse me, I have some seducin’ to do.”