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  Pair of Kings, Ace High

  By Feral Sephrian

  Published by JMS Books LLC

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  Copyright 2017 Feral Sephrian

  ISBN 9781634863575

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Pair of Kings, Ace High

  By Feral Sephrian

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 1

  It wasn’t that Blake minded watching his partner’s cock 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 cum. 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 cum 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 fucking. His partner, Felix, definitely appreciated the fact that when they got home the last thing Blake wanted from him was sex.

  “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 fuck 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, fuck, 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 fuck 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 sex 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 sex I need at work and all the love I need from you,” Felix told him. “What
more could I want?”

  Yet Blake knew that fucking for work and fucking 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 sex, 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 sex. 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 fuck everyone but Blake, Felix was fiercely loyal outside of the studio.

  The next scene they filmed didn’t involve any sex, 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-whore,” 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.”

  Chapter 2

  The rest of the shoot went fine. Felix was careful to open himself up to the camera, so they didn’t have to do many takes. They all got out half an hour early, which was a relief to everyone.

  On the way home, Blake received a text from his cousin, Travis. You guys free to chat soon?

  Blake was driving, so he had Felix text back, We’re heading home right now. Call you in twenty?

  Sometimes Travis and his wife Julie called to check in, or because they were bored and wanted someone to talk to, or if they had some form of news. Considering the fact that they had called casually about a week ago, Blake suspected there was news. He and Felix talked about what that might be.

  “Maybe she’s joining a band?” Felix suggested. He had played drums in a band with her in college, and while he had continued his musical career for a time, Julie had moved on to a different calling.

  “I don’t think she would, though maybe one of them did get another job? Or maybe they’re moving somewhere?”

  “Maybe she’s pregnant.”

  Blake scoffed. “You know Travis. He wouldn’t agree to kids unless he was one-hundred percent certain he wouldn’t mess them up.”

  Felix shrugged. “Still a possibility.”

  Whatever it was, Blake’s curiosity was definitely piqued. They called Travis and Julie the moment they settled down at home. Blake and Felix snuggled up on the couch so they both fit on Blake’s laptop’s webcam.

  The image of Travis and Julie swung into view as Travis adjusted his smartphone. “Hi guys!” he said, all smiles.

  “Hey, Trav,” Blake said. “What’s up?”

  “Oh, y’know, wanted to say hi. What’s up with you guys?”

  Blake was already suspicious. “We’re good. Just got home from a day of shooting. What time is it there? Eleven? Midnight?”

  “Almost midnight, yeah.”

  “You wanted us to call you at midnight so you could say hi?”

  Travis and Julie exchanged a look. “Well…actually…”

  Felix gripped Blake’s hand. “Don’t tell me,” he said with an expectant grin.

  Julie beamed from ear to ear. “We’re pregnant!”

  “Oh my God!” Blake covered his mouth with his free hand. “Really? Wow!” He didn’t know what else to say other than, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” That seemed too rude, so he kept it to himself.

  Julie nodded. “Ten weeks, according to my doctor.”

  Felix bounced with excitement. “I’m so happy for you guys!”

  Travis hugged Julie. “Yeah, I was nervous at first, but…I think I’m ready.”

  “I’m sure you’ll be a great father,” Blake said. Travis’s dad had been a jerk who walked out on the family when Travis was little, so he knew Travis would do everything he could to be the opposite of that.

  “There’s one more thing,” Travis said.

  Felix’s jaw dropped. “If you say it’s twins I’m shutting off this computer right now.”

  Travis laughed. “No, so far it’s only one. But um, we did have a serious question to ask…”

  Julie rested her head on Travis’s shoulder and smiled. “Blake? We’d like you to be the godfather.”

  That left Blake speechless. He sat there, staring at his cousin, agape and silent. Felix squealed with delight. He turned to Blake with an exuberant expression, yet Blake still didn’t know how to answer.

  “I—I—” Blake swallowed then took a deep breath. “I’m honored, but…am I the right choice?”

  “Of course you are,” Julie said.

  “You’re practically my brother,” Travis added.

  “Yeah, but…I’m not—wouldn’t you rather pick Amy and Paul to be the godparents? Or what about Frank?”

  Travis tossed his head dismissively. “Pfft, Amy and Paul have been dating a year and they don’t act like a serious couple at all, and Frank…well, you know Frank. You are in a stable long-term relationship and you know when to take your head out of your ass.” Blake opened his mouth to argue more, but Travis interrupted with, “Look, Blake, we sat down and talked about this as soon as we found out. Gotta start planning for the kid’s future early as we can. Of all the people we know, you are the one we trust the most and whom we know would love and support this kid as much as we will.”

  “Plus, it’s not like we’re asking you to adopt her—him—the baby,” Julie said. “Yeah, you’ll be Uncle Blake and we’ll invite you to every birthday party and school play or whatever, but we’re planning on staying alive until we meet our grandkids, or at least until our child is out of the house. However, if something ever happened to us, we know you’re the best choice to take care of them.”

  “Can…I think about it and get back to you guys?” Blake felt bad about not accepting right away, but as much as he wasn’t expecting Travis to be ready for kids, he
knew he personally wasn’t. He had talked to asexual people who had biological or adopted children through chatrooms when he first came out, and they all seemed happy. However, that simply wasn’t the lifestyle he had imagined for himself at this point.

  The four of them talked a while longer about preparations Travis and Julie were making, what names they were considering, who else knew, as well as some basic catching up. The last part didn’t take long since they had spoken so recently. Blake counted the seconds until the call ended nonetheless. He needed time to think where he didn’t have to smile and act calmly. He heaved a sigh of relief once he closed the chat app.

  Felix lightly smacked him on the arm. “Why didn’t you agree to be the godfather?” he demanded.

  Blake pouted. “I didn’t reject them either. I have to consider it first.”

  “What’s there to consider? You’d be a terrific godfather!”

  “Would I? Come on, Felix. We work in the porn industry. That’s not the best role model for a kid.”

  Felix wrinkled his nose. “We wouldn’t bring the kid on set, and we don’t have to tell them what we do for a living until they’re old enough to know.”

  “Still…I just…don’t think I’m cut out for it. I’m not exactly a normal guy. I can’t be the one that kid looks to when they don’t have Travis or Julie.”

  “What makes you think they won’t? Travis and Julie aren’t going anywhere for a long time. They already said they don’t expect you to help raise their kid; you’d just be Uncle Blake, and if some tragedy happened then you would take care of them until they’re old enough to be on their own.” Felix put his hand on Blake’s shoulder. “Our job isn’t kid-friendly, that doesn’t mean our household has to be as well.”

  Blake sighed. “But what if the kid finds out what we do, tells all their friends, and some child protection lawyer tells Travis and Julie I’m not allowed to be the godfather? You of all people should know. One of the rights sex workers want is the right to raise their own kids without people trying to take them away.”

  “Which is exactly why I back that cause. Well, and for a myriad of other reasons, but don’t try to derail me from this rant. Most sex workers are great parents. My only concern with us trying to help raise a kid is we have long work hours that have the potential to get longer if something doesn’t go right. Also, notice the fact that you keep saying, ‘I wouldn’t be a good godparent,’ or ‘I have too strange of a lifestyle.’ Meanwhile, I’m over here saying, ‘We can do this,’ and ‘We would handle it.’ You’re not alone in this. Sure, we’re not married, but we’ve been together for over two years and I don’t intend to leave any time soon. I can totally see us being the old gay couple that dotes on our god-grandchildren.”