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Blind Date	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I am making no profit from this.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

Rating- NC-17

Pairing- V/G

Reader’s requirements – humor

Flamer’s requirements – get a life

Warnings- Lemon, porn, condoms, bad porn dialog, OOC!!! A/U!!!! Yaoi.

Blind Date

“GOKU!” he was going to yell himself hoarse trying to gain the man’s attention, but if he took the job, it would be worth a little laryngitis. He gave up and grabbed a handy chair, climbing on it and gesturing wildly in hopes his quarry would notice him in the midst of the noisy crowd.

Goku looked away from his current dancing partner at the sound of his real name. Most people in the club knew him by his screen name. He finally spotted someone waving wildly at him with both arms. He chuckled; the man looked as if he might take flight with his energetic flapping. “Hey Dave,” he said to his acquaintance, “I’ll be right back,” kissing his pouting companion lightly on the cheek, earning him a pleased grin. Even if ‘Kakarott’ did not return, Dave would be able to boast to his buddies that the porn star had kissed him.

Roger hopped down from the chair as he saw Goku head his direction. He checked his attire, straightening his tie and buttoning his jacket. He smiled as the tall porn star finally made it to his table, “Hello, Mr. Son. I am Roger Wells from Weasel studios,” he said, holding out his hand.

Goku shook the man’s hand perfunctorily; “I don’t usually talk business when I’m partying, Mr. Wells.”

Roger cleared his throat and nodded in agreement, “Of course not. It’s just that you can be extremely difficult to find when off the set,” he said quickly in apology. “I promise to take up only a few minutes of your valuable time,” he said, gesturing to a nearby table, “and just call me Roger, please.”

Goku shrugged and pulled a chair out from the table, sitting down. The man had apparently made some effort to locate him, so he figured he could spare a few minutes of time. Besides, maintaining a reputation for being a ‘nice guy’ got him some sweet deals with the little studios. Roger sat down across from him, remaining silent as Goku waved a waitress over and ordered a glass of water.

“Sure sweetie, no problem. What about your friend?” she asked, a glimmer in her eye.

“Um…cola for me, I’m driving,” Roger told her.

“Be back in flash fellas,” she told them before mixing back into the crowd of people.

“So, Roger, what’s the deal?” Goku asked, leaning back in his chair.

“I have an offer for you – a very unusual script.”

Goku chuckled, “There’s not much new in porn, but send me the script and I’ll take a look at it.”

Roger reached under the table and pulled out his brief case, “I happen to have a copy of it with me,” he grinned as the other laughed and commented on his preparedness, “If you could take a look at it sometime within the next week and get back to me,” he said as he handed over the thin folder, “Regardless of if you are interested in the job or not,” he continued, passing over a business card.

Goku thumbed through the first couple of pages, “Blind Date?”

Roger cleared his throat again, “Yeah…new writer, but some extremely interesting ideas.”

Goku shut the folder and considered the possibilities. “Any idea who else is being asked to play the other role?” there were some actors he refused to work with – and a few stars he fantasized about performing with someday. There were one or two he actively lusted over, but he was still too new to the business to be noticed by such royalty. It was a sign of his good reputation that he had some say in his on screen partners.

Roger cleared his throat, “I understand there is a very short list, but I don’t know the names,” he said. “Someone else has been given the task of signing them. The studio wants this to be as much a surprise for both actors as much as possible. Something about giving it a more ‘real’ feel while filming.”

“Well, I’ll take a look at this tonight. I like the idea. I do, however, have a list of names of actors I won’t perform with under any circumstances,” Goku said with more seriousness than Roger was expecting; something about the young man’s tone of voice spoke of ‘lawsuit’ if this line was crossed.

“I am certain that if I had your list of names a simple yes or no from the directors would assure there won’t be any casting conflicts,” Roger said.

“Water for you,” a glass was placed in front of Goku’s hand, “And cola,” the waitress said, putting it down in front of Roger.

“How much do I owe you?” Roger asked, digging out his wallet.

“Oh, designated drivers get their drinks for free,” she told him, turning away.

“Miss?” Goku said before she blended in with the crowd of people.

“Yes?” she asked, turning back around.

“Do you have a pen I can use, and probably keep?” Goku asked.

“Sure sweetie,” she said, pulling a pen from her apron and handing it over.

Goku grabbed a napkin from the holder at the table, and started scribbling something down as Roger watched. A moment later he handed the napkin over, “That’s the list of names. Anyone else is fine even if they are a rookie. You look into that, so you can tell me the yes or no answers when I call you in a day or so.”

“You? Not your manager?” Roger asked, a little shocked.

“Chichi will take care of the financial stuff…if I decide I am interested,” Goku said.

Roger nodded and stood, holding out his hand, which Goku shook, “Good talking with you, Goku.”

“Oh, if we are going to be doing business together, you’d better call me Kakarott,” Goku said with a wink.

“Very well then, Kakarott. I look forward to hearing from you in a couple of days,” Roger watched as the star blended back into the crowd, the folder in hand, before he turned to leave the club.

~o0o~

Vegeta swiped a towel over his face before reaching for the pile of mail on the counter top. Most of it was fan mail, good for an ego boost, but there was one package larger than the rest that had him reaching for it in curiosity.

He opened it and let the contents slide out of the box, letting out a thankful sigh of relief to discover it wasn’t more amateur porn from one of his fans, foolishly believing they had a gorgeous body. It was a script, a business card and a small letter. He flipped the front cover of the folder open, “Blind Date…” he mused as he flipped to the next page.

He spent 30 minutes going over it before he reached for his phone, hitting speed dial for his manager, “Capsule Industries,” he heard a secretary answer.

“Hi, this is Vegeta,” he said, pulling the phone from his ear at the yip of excitement he heard, “may I speak with Bulma please?”

“Of course,” she practically squeaked, “Please hold on a moment.”

He waited for a moment before he heard his manager’s voice on the line, “Good afternoon, Vegeta.”

“Hello, Bulma. I received a rather unusual script in the mail entitled ‘Blind Date.’ Do you know anything about it?” he asked while he went over some of the more intriguing pages.

“No, I don’t,” Bulma said, “What studio is it from? I’ll make sure they start sending them here instead of your home.”

“Actually, I like it, but I haven’t heard of ‘Weasel Studios’ before. Have you?” he asked.

“Oh! They are a new studio. Aiming high, I see,” Bulma said. Vegeta could hear her typing. “As a matter of fact, they only have one or two low budget films out at the moment. However…the stories are rather attention-grabbing…”

“Will you set up a meeting? It sounds too interesting to refuse,” Vegeta said as he closed the folder. “Do you need the number? They sent a business card.”

“No, I have all the information I need here. They registered with Capsule as soon as they opened,” Bulma answered.

“Very well…You may want to have a chat with your new secretary. She almost squealed in my ear when I introduced myself,” Vegeta said, smirking.

He heard Bulma growl, “I am doing a friend of friend’s cousin a favor. I’ll take care of it, or get rid of her.”

“She knows you employ gay men, doesn’t she?” Vegeta asked, chuckling.

“She’s like half the female population, and probably doesn’t care. You’re still eye candy,” Bulma said in frustration.

“Have a good day.”

“You too.”

~o0o~

Chichi sat down in one of the plush chairs of the boardroom. Goku had verified Weasel hadn’t cast anyone he wouldn’t work with, so she was here to sign the bottom line. She wasn’t prepared for Bulma Briefs to come in shortly after her.

Bulma hesitated as she entered the room when she saw the other manager. “Chichi,” she acknowledged as she walked to a chair and sat down.

“Bulma,” Chichi said, all the time trying to figure out whom in Bulma’s group would have been approached with the script, let alone accepted, “It’s not Yamcha, is it?” she anxiously blurted before she thought better of it.

Bulma grinned, “No…thank god.”

“Good.” Chichi let out a sigh and leaned back into her chair, “All this secrecy is exhausting…you know I can’t tell you who-?”

“Same here,” Bulma confirmed.

Chichi nodded, “Well, as long as it isn’t Yamcha…why do you keep that man on?”

Bulma shrugged, “He’s good at what he does…most of the time.” She stretched out her legs and made herself comfortable, “So what do you think of this project?”

Chichi laughed, a calculating look in her eye, “Should do well - they have a good gimmick.”

“Ladies,” Roger said as he came into the room, contracts in hand, “I trust I don’t have to introduce you to each other?”

Bulma and Chichi shook their heads, “Capsule and Demon have been in friendly competition with each other for quite some time,” Bulma assured the man.

“Good. Then, I will give you time to look over the contracts before signing,” Roger said as he laid one out in front of Chichi.

Bulma smiled as she was handed hers. She quickly rifled through it after Roger had left, “No names…other than my company and yours?”

Chichi smirked, “They certainly are taking this seriously, aren’t they?”

Bulma nodded and placed her copy back on the table. She frowned as she started pouring over it with a fine-tooth comb.

~o0o~

The ride to the site was acceptable, if a little boring. Goku watched as trees went by as they drove up the hill. “Why aren’t they filming this at a studio?” he asked the driver.

“I don’t really know sir,” the driver said before sighing quietly. He decided he was going to finish this last job with the company and go look for something else. The last passenger had been even worse.

Goku sighed as he pressed his forehead up against the window. The houses in this neighborhood were outrageously huge. How anyone thought they needed this much space….

…His focus changed as the limo slowed and turned into a driveway. It was forced to stop at the gate, and the driver lowered his window, “I have Kakarott here for filming,” he said in a bored tone. The gates opened shortly after, and Goku watched the landscaping pass by in wonder. Someone had built themselves a fairytale world. “Someone with enough money to buy themselves a studio,” he muttered to himself, almost having second thoughts about this gig…but then, the plot – as much as a porno had a plot, he chuckled – was rather original.

He was somewhat thrown when they drove past the actual house…more like personal castle…and to a large building. The driver got out once the vehicle was parked, and opened his door. Goku stood and stretched, breathing deeply. He was about to make a mundane comment about the fresh air when Roger approached, full of his usual cheer and energy. Goku grinned to himself; it was nice to meet someone who enjoyed their work.

“Goku! Glad you could make it.”

Goku thanked the driver before turning away, “Kakarott – I’m working today,” he corrected. “Good to see you again Roger.”

“Of course, of course – Kakarott,” he agreed affably. “If you come this way, you can get the lay out for the setting, so you don’t trip all that often,” Roger said, placing a hand on Goku’s shoulder, “Then we’ll start getting you made over.”

Goku chuckled, “Has there been a script change? I don’t remember having to take off any clothes.”

“Oh, heavens, no, but there is the make-up…” Roger started.

“My eyes are going to be covered. Make-up shouldn’t be much of an issue,” Goku pointed out as the came around a fake wall. “Not too shabby,” he said, inspecting the bedroom scene; not too much furniture in the way – a dresser seemed to be the only piece he had to pay attention to. As a matter of fact, he didn’t see many tripping hazards in the area at all, “This shouldn’t be a problem,” he spoke his thoughts out loud.

Roger smiled, “Well, then, I guess it’s just waiting for the camera crew,” he pointed behind where they stood, “to get it together. If you will follow me, I’ll introduce you to Lucy.” Roger led the way around one of the walls with a door in it, “Your co-worker is behind the other door. Let me tell you, that man is something to deal with…” Roger started before thinking better of it.

Goku shrugged, “We’re here for a job. It’s not like I am going to fall in love with him.”

“Lucy, I’d like you to meet G…Kakarott,” Roger introduced Goku to his make-up artist.

Lucy blushed and held out her hand, “Good to meet you. If you don’t mind, we can start now?”

Goku shrugged his jacket off, “Lay it on me,” he grinned.

Roger shook his head before he left the area to check after the other star.

~o0o~

Edward groaned in frustration as Roger came around the corner, “I had to pull him back from peeking!” he almost screamed.

“I wanted to know what body type I was dealing with,” Vegeta said, not bothering to look up from a magazine.

“Tall, muscular,” Roger said shortly. This man was wearing his nerves thin.

Vegeta snorted, “That’s not much to go on.” He quickly ran through a mental list of actors who fit that description; was it possible they were actually going to cast him with someone new? There were drawbacks to being considered on of the ‘greats’ – apparently he intimidated the casting agents into the old, safe boring choices. There weren’t many he worked with in the past who fit that description – maybe he was finally getting some new blood. There were one or two up and coming actors who could be called tall and muscular; he had been looking forward to working with them eventually. Fucking for the camera usually meant nothing to him, but there was always the chance for a private repeat performance.

“The camera crew should be done in about 15 minutes, and so should your co-star. You won’t have to wait much longer to feel him up,” Roger informed as he pulled a paper cup from the water tank and filled it for a drink.

“What kind of condoms?” Edward asked, holding out a medley.

“I thought you said he was tested?” Vegeta asked, looking at Roger accusingly.

“Of course he tested negative, just like you did,” Roger said tensely. “We wouldn’t dream of putting any of our stars at risk. Our directors want to give this a more ‘real’ feeling, and condoms are a part of that.”

“At least I don’t have to use my own supply,” Vegeta muttered as he looked over the selection, finally pointing to one box.

Edward pulled it out and handed it over, “You know your lines?”

Vegeta huffed, “Please. It’s mostly grunting and groaning.”

“And the mind frame?” Edward asked. He was beginning to enjoy pestering the man.

“I am a rich man with a wife, looking for a little excitement. Neither the other ‘client’ nor myself wish to have our identities revealed, therefore, we will both be wearing blindfolds at this prearranged place.”

Roger nodded, “I’ll go check on the other then.”

~o0o~

“ACTION!”

Goku opened his door hesitantly and stood beside it. “I’m here,” he said softly to the man who was supposed to be waiting for him on the bed, holding his a hand forward and low, trying not to crash into anything.

“CUT!”

Goku stopped, a bit confused.

“You have to close the door behind you! This is supposed to be a secret meeting, you don’t want people just randomly walking by the open door and peeking in! PLACES!”

Goku blushed and felt his way back to the door, “What a great first impression,” he grumbled.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll do great!” he heard Lucy’s voice.

“Thanks dear…”

“ACTION!”

Goku opened the door…again, and remembered to close it before saying his line. There was an answering rumble of “Come,” and he began feeling along the wall towards the direction of the bed. He made it to the bed without incident, and felt the shift of the mattress as the other moved closer.

It really was a rather strange feeling, not knowing the other person in the room with him, and he finally understood why Weasel Studios had been so insistent on them not meeting each other previously. Who was this guy? What did he look like? Would they even have some sort of chemistry? He gasped as the other’s hand finally touched his knee, and reached out to touch what was hopefully the other man’s shoulder; and missed, jabbing the man instead of touching him gently.

“STILL! CUT! Okay, we’ll start rolling again with you gasping as your knee is touched. Instead of reaching out a hand, feel up his arm instead. ROLL!”

Goku gasped, although he could tell it didn’t have the same impact as his original, and reached his hand down for the one touching his knee. He couldn’t help but smile as he trailed his fingers up this guy’s arm; the man was toned nicely.

Vegeta resisted the urge to cough as he let the other touch his arm. That had been an unexpected jab to the throat the other had given him. He hoped he wasn’t with a complete rookie, because…damn that had been anything but smooth; hopefully the rest of the shoot wouldn’t go as badly.

He turned his head to face the hand that continued to trail amazingly talented fingers up his arm, even though it went against his ‘scene’ instincts. The viewing audience wasn’t going to pick up the goose bumps forming on his flesh; unless of course the director managed to get some sort of close-up shot of the matter. However, it was more likely they were filming his growing erection. He almost ruined it by cracking a smile.

Once the other had reached his shoulder he turned his head back to where he hoped the other’s torso was as he finally began running his hand up the other’s thigh. Roger hadn’t been lying when he had said this man was tall. Damn, what was it going to be like to have those long, muscled legs wrapped around him? He leaned his head into the hand that had finally reached his neck and groaned.

Goku stilled as he heard the first involuntary sound from the man. He didn’t bother to hide the shivers that ran down his spine. Anything less than an actual shudder probably wouldn’t be caught by the camera anyway. He panted as the face in his hand twisted to press warm lips against his inner wrist, and started moving upward. They weren’t even to the first lip on lip kiss in the foreplay part, and he was growing hard.

Vegeta made his trademark smirk before twirling his tongue on the man’s inner elbow. He tasted like he smelled – warm, male musk, not hidden by cloying colognes; why any of his other partners thought he wanted to smell something from a bottle and not them was beyond him. He didn’t think the erotic panting the man was giving was actual performance. He leaned forward more and bit gently on the other’s bicep, chuckling roguishly as the other jerked in reaction.

“CUT! This scene is too serious for laughter. You should both seem somewhat unsure. Start at the elbow again. ACTION!”

Vegeta resisted the urge to sigh as he twirled his tongue in the other’s elbow…again. He nipped in, hopefully, the same spot again, receiving yet another jerked reaction, although this one seemed somewhat forced, before moving up to the other’s shoulder, and kissing up the man’s neck until he messily found the other’s lips.

Goku resisted the urge to growl as the other bit in the same spot as before, minus the chuckling (why the director objected was beyond him – that wasn’t a laugh of amusement – it was one of lust-filled satisfaction and it had sent a thrill through him; maybe the director had missed the way the sound made his cock twitch.) By the time the man was kissing his neck he had forgiven him for the second nip; it would be impossible to hold a grudge with those lips touching him. He gratefully engaged the man in a tongue-twisting kiss when those hot lips pressed against his. Damn dialog! What was his line again? Oh, yeah… “Have you done this before?”

“CUT! Louder. ACTION!”

“Have you done this before?”

“A few times,” Vegeta hated the unnaturalness of the dialog in such a spot. If anything these questions should have come when they were both first on the bed, “Have you?” hopefully the director would take it out while editing the film.

“Just once,” Oh, thank GOD, lame dialog over for the moment. His partner didn’t lose any time going back the fascinating kiss. Goku followed the other’s lead, letting the man decide when a tongue display was important; he had good instincts. He tried to figure out who this could be – the firm muscles brought the list of possibilities down; anyone who kissed like this had to be a pro.

Vegeta resisted the urge to growl as he drew the other’s tongue from his mouth in an all-important ‘porn tongue’ display. He wanted to press back into those yielding, responsive lips again, which he did, in spite of what was written in the script. He pressed harder when the other jerked back in response, not having expected the add-lib. Fortunately the other actor relaxed quickly, and the director didn’t call them on it.

Vegeta withdrew and leaned back as the script dictated, and the other actor remembered what it was he was supposed to be doing, strong fingers running down his torso until they came to his erection.

“Did you bring a condom?” Goku asked as he felt the man up. Oh, damn…yep, porn star cock. He continued to stroke him as the other said his line, the feel of his cock making his short list of possibilities even shorter.

Vegeta rocked into the hand that was holding him, wrapping his arms behind the other, and squeezing his ass, “Yes, did you bring lube?” Christ, how unnatural…Vegeta resisted the urge to scowl.

“I placed it under the pillow earlier,” Goku said his line before drawing away from the man’s arms reluctantly. He resisted the urge to curse as he floundered on the bed looking for the damn pillows. Oh, there they were, he pulled out ‘his’ contribution to their get-together.

Vegeta slid along the other’s body, “What a coincidence, that’s where I placed the condoms.”

“CUT! Script calls for ‘condom’, not plural, again. ACTION!”

That was the most stupid thing Vegeta had ever heard of…who went to a rendezvous with only one condom? “What a coincidence, that’s where I placed the condom,” he said as he reached under the pillow, opening the box in order to pull only one out. He felt the other sit up, and did the same. He passed the condom over as the other passed the lube to him.

“CUT! A little more fumbling on both your parts. You are supposed to seem nervous. PLACES! ACTION!”

Goku sat up again, passing the lube to the other, as he reached for the condom. It wasn’t their fault they had been so smooth in the first pass off. He used his teeth to rip open the foil, and realized it was going to be a rather unique experience to have to put a condom on another while blindfolded. He felt for the roll of the latex before lowering the S.T.D. barrier to the other’s hard-on, he almost put it on smoothly before remembering he was supposed to be ‘inexperienced’ so he fumbled a bit intentionally.

Vegeta shivered as he let the other have his moment in the camera. There was probably a close up shot going on at the moment anyway. He almost groaned when the other drew his hands away in order to get to all fours, as the script decreed. He leaned in and whispered under the pretense of licking the other’s ear, “You aren’t really that inexperienced, are you?”

“No, just acting,” Goku whispered back, “I must have done at least that part right.”

Vegeta smirked as he kissed the other’s back, not bothering to answer. He twisted the cap off, and placed it on the other actor’s back before squeezing some lube onto his fingers. He was going to give the camera a good show with this.

He intentionally missed his first swipe, gaining a low growl from the other. He resisted the urge to smirk again, as he squeezed more lube, and ‘found’ his target. The other hissed like a rookie, but bucked back like a pro as Vegeta began prepping him.

Goku groaned as those fingers twisted inside of him. He’d been with professionals and normal folks, but this guy…damn! Talented wasn’t a good enough word. Even with the bad dialog and artificial environment, his seductive skills were obvious.

Vegeta fondled the other for a good length of time, giving the editors plenty of material to work with before he shifted into position for the entry shot.

“STILL AND CUT!” the director yelled. “Take a break, fellas. We have to adjust the camera angles and lighting.”

Vegeta sighed as he waited for one of the filming crew to come mark the mattress with masking tape. “I hate this part,” he spoke to the other.

“Yeah, me too,” Goku responded. He had been so caught up in the moment the director’s shrieking had come as a shock.

Vegeta drew back after he felt the filming crew make tape marks where his knees were. He felt the other’s weight shift, and figured the filming crew had finished marking hands and knees. The other joined him shortly, sitting on the edge of the bed, “So, I know we aren’t supposed to introduce each other, but why did you take this gig?”

“I haven’t seen a porn plot this interesting in a while. The dialog sucks, but the idea is great,” Vegeta replied.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Goku said, “The possibilities were too good to refuse.”

“So,” Vegeta asked, “have you had any thoughts as to who I am? Or who you want me to be?”

“I have a few ideas – you’re obviously an expert at this,” he answered, wondering if his honest opinion would come across as insincere flattery. He was almost sure who his partner was. “What about you? Do you have any ideas about me?”

Vegeta chuckled as his partner fished for feedback. “You mean besides stroking those muscles and fucking that great ass? One or two thoughts.” Including wondering if he’d be interested in repeating the scene in private after shooting was done.

They both sat in silence while listening to the filming crew make adjustments to the camera and lighting set up. Both thinking of things to say, but realizing they might gain too much information from the other, “I can’t wait to find out who you are,” Goku finally spoke.

Vegeta grinned, “My thoughts exactly.”

“I know I’ve heard your voice, but I am having problems placing it,” Goku said, shifting his weight on the mattress.

“I’d be surprised if you hadn’t,” Vegeta said candidly.

“That good?” Goku asked, chuckling.

“No, been in the business that long,” Vegeta replied. Yes, he was that good, but he didn’t want this kid to think his ego was more inflated than it already was. He knew he was coming to the end of his porn career. He hoped this film would help him go out with a bang, rather than be one of those sad actors that didn’t know when to stop.

Goku grinned to himself. He was pretty damn sure who this was – not many men had a deep voice that made him hard just hearing it. How many times had he jerked off while watching him perform? Royalty – he was going to get fucked by royalty.

“All right everyone, PLACES!” Goku sighed as he climbed up on the bed. He waited for one of the filming crew to help him find his mark and remove the tape. “And…crap, you know who you are; you’re going to have to spread your legs a little more for the camera to get the penetration shot,” Goku felt the other actor shift behind him, “ACTION!”

Vegeta grabbed his erection and ran it up and down the other before pressing it in. Neither of them had to act when it came to the dual hisses. Vegeta kept pressing until he was fully seated, before pulling back. The next press and the other yelped like a complete rookie. That was overdoing it and had to stop. Vegeta grabbed for the other’s hair and pulled his head back, “I want to hear the real you, not the acting rookie,” he whispered before letting the other back down and pulling back again. He groaned at the deep call the man gave the next intrusion. Fucking perfect! Vegeta let himself be lost in the moment. The next quarter to half hour would all be camera fodder anyway.

Goku restrained from yelping, but damn, it was difficult! The man kept hitting his sweet spot. “You keep hitting that, and I’ll be coming in the next thirty seconds,” he hissed quietly back to the other.

Vegeta changed his angle without checking his pace. They both groaned at the same time as Goku shuddered at the lack of contact with his prostrate. Damn porn!

For what seemed an eternity they both concentrated on not coming. Goku tried desperately to think about things that wouldn’t turn him on, but wouldn’t make him lose his erection. Vegeta created a running list of all the young actors he knew were out there. Who was this person?

His mind got stuck on one actor, as he realized he was able to match the voice… “Oh, crap,” he whispered in warning.

“Cheesebugers,” Goku whispered back.

“What?!” Vegeta asked in shock, lips barely moving.

“Got your mind off of it, didn’t I?” Goku yelped as Vegeta pressed in hard.

“Yeah, thanks,” Vegeta said.

Goku was too busy groaning to respond.

“AND CUT!” they both groaned at the director’s voice. Vegeta pulled out slowly, gritting his teeth. Goku hissed before resuming his panting.

“What’s the next scene?” Vegeta asked as he rolled onto the bed.

“I can’t remember if it is supposed to be against the wall or by the bed,” Goku said, “LUCY!” he yelled.

“Yes, Ka…I mean…yes?” Lucy asked, entering by the same door Goku had first come through.

“What’s the next scene?” Goku asked, finally rolling over onto the bed.

“Hold on,” Lucy said as she presumably went back his dressing area. A moment later she returned, “Next scene is you being pressed up against a wall.”

“Okay, thanks.” Goku groaned, “It’s probably for the best, I know there’s a wet spot on the bed.”

Vegeta tried to not let that statement inflate his ego, “You need more lube?” he asked from his prone position on the bed.

“Yeah,” Goku answered back reaching a hand out. “LUCY!”

“Yes?”

“Can you find the lube please? I don’t know where it went with this blindfold on.”

“Give it to me,” Vegeta said before she could give it to his partner. These blindfolds were getting annoying now – he was positive he knew who the other was, and he wasn’t in the mood for any more awkward handoffs.

“Here you are,” Lucy said, pressing it into his hand.

“Thanks,” Vegeta reached a hand out, finally connecting with the other person. He groaned and rolled to his side, and then got back up on his knees, before squeezing more lube out from the tube, and prepping his fellow actor more.

“Okay, PLACES!”

Vegeta felt a hand grab for his, and let himself be led into position. He pressed himself into the other actor’s chest before reaching for those long legs and bringing them up to his hips, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Goku replied, gritting his teeth. He was slightly surprised the other was shorter than he was and even more surprised when the other didn’t seem to have any difficulty in holding his weight up. He gasped as he was invaded once again.

Vegeta rested his forehead against the other’s chest for a brief moment.

“ACTION!”

He raised his head from the other’s chest as he started pumping in and out of him at a medium pace on purpose, “How’s that, baby?”

Goku wished the dialog didn’t exist, “HARDER!” he screamed. Gods, he was going to pay for this in the morning.

Vegeta sped up his pace, but had compassion for the other, not going full tilt. “You doing okay?” he asked quietly.

“No,” Goku responded, “There isn’t going to be much camera fodder with this one.”

“Go ahead, I’ll try to hold on,” Vegeta said, changing his angle.

Goku screamed as the other actor hit his sweet spot. He felt cum splash up his stomach and chest. He heard the other actor grunt, and realized that he hadn’t been able to hold on.

“CUT! That was good fellas. We got enough of the scene, you won’t have to perform that portion again,” they both heard each other sigh in relief.

“You going to be okay?” Goku asked through his panting.

“Yeah, I’ll just need another condom, and maybe a bit of fondling,” Vegeta panted back.

“’Kay,” Goku answered, waiting for the other to let him down. They both groaned as Vegeta pulled out and let Goku slide down the wall. They stood still for a moment longer, listening to the camera crew as the changed lights and angles…again.

“Water?” Goku heard Lucy’s voice.

“Oh, gods yes,” Goku replied, holding out a hand.

“I brought one for you, also. Eddie is a terrible make-up person.”

Vegeta held out a hand, thankful for this person’s thoughtfulness. He took a couple of gulps before saying, “Thank you dear.”

Lucy giggled, “My pleasure, I assure you,” they both handed out their bottles, and felt Lucy take them.

“About that condom…” Goku started.

“Yeah,” Vegeta said, reaching for the wall. He felt along it until the bed’s mattress hit his legs, and reached under the pillow, pulling one condom out of the box. He felt the other’s hands on his back, and turned to place the package in the other’s hands. He gasped as he felt the other reach for his flagging erection.

“LUCY!”

“Right here.”

“Can you grab a trash can please?” Goku asked, sort of shocked the gal was still in the ‘room’.

“Sure thing!” both Vegeta and Goku chuckled as they heard her quick steps moving away, and then back toward them, “Here you are.”

Goku removed the condom, and placed it into the trashcan, “Thanks,” he said, holding the container out. He waited until he heard her stepping away before going to his knees.

Vegeta hissed in shock as he felt the other man’s mouth around him, “What…”

Goku pulled back with a grin, “They said you were clean, and you did say you’d need fondling.”

Vegeta grunted in response. The other was good and obviously enjoyed his work – several minutes of his expertise was all it took to bring him to full attention.

“You taste good,” Goku said regretfully as he rolled a fresh condom down over the impressive cock. “Too bad we can’t finish this.”

Vegeta chuckled, “Maybe later.”

“PLACES!”

Vegeta growled at the director’s voice. If he had the power, he’d blast the man with his thoughts! The porn star let one of the filming crew lead him back to the ‘front’ of the bed, and sat down.

“No, no, you need to face away from him,” Goku heard the director’s voice.

“How am I going to do this, and not have something to hold onto?” Goku asked back, a little frustrated.

“Are your shoulders flexible?” he heard the other actor ask.

“Yeah,” Goku said, wondering what the other had in mind.

“Then I’ll hold you up,” Vegeta said, “You just let me know if you become uncomfortable, and we’ll take a break.”

“O-Okay,” Goku said. He twisted on the bed, and angled himself. He felt the other reach for an arm, and held one back, and then the other.

“Can you grab onto my shoulder?” Vegeta asked.

“Sure,” Goku said, managing to twist his wrist until he could get a grip.

“Okay, one last time,” Vegeta whispered, before pressing himself into the other.

“I hope not,” Goku whispered back before the director cut in.

“ACTION!”

Vegeta reached a hand to hold the other’s chest back, and grit his teeth, as the other started moving.

It was a rough ride for both of them. Goku had to lean forward at a precarious angle to hit his sweet spot, and Vegeta got a charlie horse from having to tip toe at the floor to keep his balance. What seemed like hours later, the both finally got off.

“And CUT! Excellent job, guys,” apparently not realizing they were both too tired to care if the director was happy or not.

Vegeta pulled the other back and then flopped them both to their sides onto the bed, his arm still around his waist. “I think we deserve a break,” he said.

“Mmmmm,” Goku agreed, enjoying the feeling of the warm body next to his.

“If you guys can…”

“PISS OFF,” Vegeta yelled at his make-up person, “We’re taking a break.”

Edward stepped back, slightly offended. Roger stepped in before mistakes could happen, “Come, Ed. We have plenty of other things to do.”

“It’s not my fault someone locked me in the men’s room,” Edward complained to Roger as the two left the scene.

The two actors lay in silence for quite some time. Vegeta’s fingertips absently trailed over the sculpted abdomen as he considered inviting his on screen partner to join him at his house this weekend. He wanted to find out what kinds of sounds he could draw from him when they fucked for real.

“What did the contract say about knowing who the other actor was?” Goku asked finally, reluctantly dragging himself from the fantasy he was rapidly developing involving a certain porn star god.

“We just had to finish filming,” Vegeta responded.

“ARE WE DONE FLIMING?” Goku yelled.

“Yes?” the director said hesitantly.

Goku smiled and rolled over, removing his blindfold, “It is you.”

Vegeta smirked back, “You’re coming to my place tonight. I want you to demonstrate everything you’ve learned.”

Goku ran a teasing hand over his firm chest, “Sex with royalty? I don’t know what to say.”

“I don’t offer for just anyone to come over, and only fools would refuse,” Vegeta stated.

Goku grinned back.
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