How's it goin'? I'm really pleased with the response to this story! It's gotten a lot of follows and favorites and reviews for only 6 chapters and being such a small and on going story. Someone on tumblr asked me if they could do fanart for it and I literally cried. I was so happy. (I was at the McDonalds drive through and if I wasn't so stoked, it might have been awkward.) If ANYONE wants to do fanart for this story I would absolutely love that and hang it up in my room (I'm not fucking joking I will put it on my bulletin board). Send it to me on tumblr. There will be more less important notes at the end of this chapter.
Thank you so much for reading and for all your compliments and reviews and follows and favorites. Here is chapter 6, in which Dave and Dirk have a shoot, where Dirk is torn between revenge on Dave for hanging out with Jake vs making sweet love to him and ends up doing a fair combination of both.
Dave made sure he had everything in his bag before he left. Company I.D, wallet, sunglasses, keys, chapstick… he was good. He opened the door and locked it behind him, and made his way down to his car. He drove to work and scanned himself into the building with his I.D and went to his dressing room where one of the interns was waiting with a box of clothes.
"Hi!" Dave greeted him.
It wasn't unusual to be greeted by people in the dressing rooms. They gave you an idea of what would happen if the shoot had a certain theme or fetish but this time, he had a box of clothes, a particularly peculiar thing considering that he usually performed in his usual clothes. They would come off anyway.
"Hey! Dirk wanted me to deliver these to you for the shoot today. Also, you're going to need these." He handed him a pair of black heels. Dave glared at them for a moment before he took them.
"Thanks." He said a bit bitterly.
The intern chuckled and left.
Fuck! Shit, shit, SHIT. He was in for it now! What had he got himself into?! He slid off his clothes and went through the box. The orange striped panties from the night of the party where hanging off the side. He slid off his boxers and stepped into the panties and tried to adjust to them again. They pressed his cock against his stomach. It wasn't uncomfortable but it definitely wasn't the coziest.
He pulled out a tiny miniskirt and balked at the length. He was pretty convinced that skirts were supposed to cover at least half of your ass. He groaned and pulled the tiny piece of clothing up his legs, over his ass and twisted his hips to pull it all the way up on his waist.
Hm.
It didn't look too bad. He turned around, and sighed when he saw that everyone would see the girly panties he was wearing. There was no way in hell he could walk out there in front of everybody in that outfit. There was still one piece left. He pulled it out; a crop top. It matched the skirt.
Dave began to think that Dirk had been planning this for a while, considering that it said "Strider" across the back like he was some sort of cheerleader.
He put on the shoes and attempted to walk back and forth in them. "Not too bad," he scoffed just before he stumbled into the counter and bruised his hip. He yelled and tried to rub out the pain.
"Dave, let's go! You ready?" Dirk called out.
"Y-Yeah!"
The door flew open and Dave jumped and turned to see who it was. He could have sworn it was Dirk but before he could spit profanities at him, hands came over his eyes. There was more than one person, one tying his hands in front of him and another grabbing his legs. He gasped at the surprise and began to struggle.
"Shhh," Dirk whispered in his ear, pulling his hands away. "It's just me."
Dave sighed. "Why do you always have to do stuff like this?" he grumbled.
Dirk didn't answer. "Time for the shoot" is all he said. He lifted Dave into his arms and carried him into their usual room where he dropped Dave onto the bed. He turned the feed on and began to stream the shoot. He greeted the audience and began to explain things.
He threw Dave over his shoulder, his ass next to his face, not without a fuss from the barely clad male.
"You see…" Dirk began. "Dave's been a little busy lately." He winked at the camera. "I even caught him red handed." He slapped Dave's ass, leaving a red print on his skin and turned his head to place a little kiss on the mark. His hands traveled, up his legs, which seemed much longer with those black heels on. Ugh, it gave him shivers. He could hear Dave whimpering behind him.
He slid his hands up his thighs and hooked a finger beneath the underwear and pulled them aside, showing him off like a trophy. He slid a finger across his hole. Dave jerked a bit at the unexpected touch.
"I just feel like he hasn't been completely honest with me about it." In a swift movement, he pulled him into his lap and grabbed him by his hair. Dave gasped at the sudden force. "Daddy doesn't like it when you lie, David."
He could hear the anger in his voice. This wasn't a shoot, it was revenge. He thought about speaking out but he didn't want to bring the tension of their personal lives into their work.
"I-Im sorry!" Dave sputtered not knowing what else to say in response.
"You're gonna be." Dirk smiled. "Lay down. Keep your legs in the air. Look at the camera.
Dirk retrieved a switch from the bed side table and Dave groaned. He ran it across his exposed thighs. "Say it. Tell them what a whore you are."
Dave cringed but opened up his mouth to speak. "I-Im a-"
Dirk whipped the switched across his thighs. "AHH! Oh, God. I'm a whore! I'm a whore!" he cried in response.
"Say it again." Dirk requested smacking him again.
Dave hissed at the pain. "I'm a whore."
"Whose whore are you, again?" The corners of Dirks mouth turned up into a rather sinister smirk. He waited to hear those words escape his lips.
"Daddy's whore. I'm daddy's whore." Dave whined.
Dirk pulled back the switch as if he was going to deliver a final blow. Dave squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, but the hit never came. Dirk chuckled and tossed the whip aside, leaning in to reward him with a kiss. Even though Dave was a bit steamed at Dirk at the moment for making him dress like a girl and prance around in those ridiculous shoes, he still soaked up Dirk's affections like a sponge. It was almost pathetic. There was just something about those lips…
"Roll over. Head down, ass up." He whispered in his ear.
Dave obeyed. Dirk stood and pulled a bottle of lube from one of the drawers of the bedside table. He got on his knees behind Dave and began to tease him to hardness. He slid the panties over his ass and down his legs and trailed kisses up his thighs to his ass. He flicked his tongue across his hole. Dave jumped and Dirk put his hands on his waist to reassure him. Dave moaned as he ran his tongue down to his balls and lightly teased and sucked on them until the pre-cum began to drip to from him cock.
He pulled back. Lathering two fingers in the lubricant and spreading some on his entrance. He slid his fingers inside, instantly searching for his sweet spot. He gently massaged around until he found it.
Dave purred like a kitten. He stood and leaned to Dave's ear. "I'm going to milk you for all you're worth."
Dirk had planned on punishing him, humiliating him on camera and showing him just who he belonged to but then again… maybe that's why everyone else had left. He tried to swallow his pride but his ego wouldn't quite allow it. If he really wanted Dave to stay he had to give him reasons to, but not without a firm hand.
He didn't let him cum. He would rub his sweet spot while massaging his cock, bringing him to the edge of orgasm. He paid close attention to his breathing and the little noises he made; the moans and groans and whimpers and humming sounds – they drove him mad. When he was about to cum he would stop, letting Dave gather himself once more and then continuing until Dave finally spoke out.
"God dammit, Dirk! Let me cum, please. Please!" he complained.
The older boy only smiled and replied with kisses. Dave squirmed. "Be patient, baby."
"Fuck me, please…" Dave said under his breath.
Dirk smiled as he wiggled closer to him. He pulled him to the edge of the bed as he stood and pushed the tip of his cock against his puckering entrance. He untied Dave's hands and he instantly rolled onto his side and reached back to grab Dirks hips and pushed him inside of him.
"O-OH! Hnngg… move your hips."
Dirk rolled his hips slowly watching Dave's face morph into an expression of pleasure and frustration. He purposely dodged his prostate, earning a slew of curses from Dave who was begging him by now. Dirk suddenly picked him up and wrapped his legs around his waist. He sat on the bed made sure Dave had his balance.
"Ride."
He didn't have to tell him twice. He began to bounce himself on Dirks cock, grinding his hips around like a slut. "Fuck…" he whimpered to himself. "Oh god, right there. "
Dirk reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, suddenly thrusting rapidly. Dave cried out licentiously. Dirks lips went to his neck. He lightly nipped at his skin and licked up to his jaw.
"Cum for me, baby. Come on!" He cried as began to lose control of himself.
He laid back on the bed and let Dave have his way with him. After a moment Dirk felt him clench around him driving him overboard and causing him to cum deep inside of him.
"Oh, fuck, Dave!" he cried out. Their fingers intertwined.
Dave was caught in the moment. Every sound he made, when he felt the warmth seeping inside of him… all of it send him spiraling into ecstasy. He finally came, squirting cum on to Dirk's chest and collapsing on top of him.
It got quiet. The only sound was their labored breathing, and the hum of the computers the cameras were hooked up to. There was a knock on the door. "We're clear!"
Dirk chuckled to himself and sat up, letting Dave roll to the other side of the bed. He put his shades back on and stood up. Dave looked to him with a desperate expression. He never stayed after shoots. It made him feel sort of bad; self-conscious. Did he do a good job? He always felt sort of weird afterwards. He didn't want to look at him, or talk to anyone, really. If he walked out again… he just might cry.
Dirk slid into some basketball shorts and went for the door, but then he stopped, turning around to Dave.
"What are you still lying there for? Come on, Bro."
Dave smiled and got up. Dirk got him a pair of shorts, pulling the tight, short skirt off of him, and took him into the dressing room where they cleaned up a bit and got dressed.
"Uhh… let's take your car home and then I'll take you out to eat. How's that sound?" Dirk suggested in an attempt to make up for not taking care of him the way he should.
"Sounds good." Dave replied, grinning to himself. "Where to?"
"Anywhere you want to go."
Dave thought; He kind of wanted Asian food. He smiled, thinking of the Chinese place in town. "Actually, how about you come over to my place? We'll pop in a movie and order Chinese?" he suggested.
Dirk nodded. "Sounds like a date."
A date… he supposed it was a date. Doesn't that mean that he and Jake went on a date? No, he didn't want to think about that right now. All he cared about right now was his afternoon date with Dirk.
Dirk took him under his arm and led him out of the dressing room and to the parking garage, passing John and Jake who were on their way to film themselves, with a very smug but spiteful expression on his face.
He wouldn't throw Dave away; Not in the way Jake did him all that while ago...
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