vigorli

Dancing with the Stars
Chapter 1
Author: Orli-bum/Orlisbum
Beta: Not yet forgive my errors!
Summary: Orlando has come out of the closet and jobs are scarce.
Disclaimer: Not true wish he really was DWTS
Warning:R
AN. I am extremely bored. Teaser chapter

Chapter 1

Orlando was bored. No, he was more than bored. He was desperate for some work, any work. The last few months had been void of any offers, big or small.
He wasn’t surprised though. He knew that when he came out that the offers would stop, but he hadn’t realized that they would stop so quickly. His agent had warned him profusely. She had pleaded with him and almost literally begged him not to. But he was tired of hiding who he was. That is… who he really was. He had had 12 good years of work up his sleeve. He had saved money, invested it even in many projects and property. But that didn’t help now. He had no job offers. Not even a whisper or gossip of one.

He sat out on the deck of his overly large yet eco- friendly Hollywood home, looking out over the ocean. His cigarette hanging from his fingertips as he pondered his life. He took a large drag and blew the smoke directly up in the air as he lay his head back on the chair and closed his eyes.

“Orlando, you won’t have a career when this is out.” He heard Aileen say. “Please, think about this before you do something you’ll live to regret, please, for me.”

He had thought about it. For years he thought about it. All the hiding and false girlfriends he had. They all knew he was gay of course, but they had needed a step up the Hollywood ladder. And he was the best meal ticket in town. Kate, Penelope, Amanda. They all knew he was gay, extremely gay. Each had even sighed contracts not to discuss his alternate lifestyle when they split. Jennifer was different. She hadn’t needed him to get anywhere, well except back at her cheating ex Brad. He liked working with Brad on Troy, had admired him actually, and loved his wife in a sisterly way. But that was it.
When she approached him about being a couple he was happy to help her, he hadn’t liked how Brad had cheated on her like he did. But it als0 was short lived, just like the rest, just enough to keep the gay gossip at bay.

He glared at his phone, daring it to ring. His lips drawn in a taut thin line. After moments he rose out of the chair muttering “Fuck it?” and dumped the rest of his cig in the glass of beer he had been drinking. Shit he thought, he was only 33. He was still young, still good looking. He knew people wanted him, but no one had the balls to hire him now. No one wanted to take a chance of hiring a fag, the movie fans didn’t want to see a gay man getting it on with a woman.

He leaned over the edge of the railing and watched the ocean flow in and out. Just like his life. He was in the game and now he was out. Maybe he could do a porn flick? Is that what his career had ended up as? How pathetic!

He was brought out of his mussing by the ringing of the phone. He dived quickly for it and saw Aileen’s number.

“Lo, Aileen?”

“Hey Orli, How are you?’ she asked with some trepidation.

“Oh just about as fucking fantastic as I can be,” he replied with some sarcasm. He couldn’t blame her, she tried to warn him. “What’s up?”

“Um, just checking on you,” she said cautiously.

“Is that the only reason for the call?” he asked sitting down in the chair and picking up and lighting another cigarette.

“Well…I may have something for you,” she replied quietly.

Orlando sat up abruptly. “Really? What?” he asked excitedly.

“Before you get to excited it’s not a movie,” she interrupted.

“Oh….,” he said somewhat defeated. “A TV show then?”

Aileen grimaced, “Yeah….. kind of.”

Orlando took a long drag. He had known his agent long enough to know when she really didn’t want to say what needed to be said.

“Just spit it out A I haven’t got the patience for this kind of shit.”

“Well, I’ve been approached by the producers of “Dancing with the Stars”, you know the show?”

“Fucking Dancing with the B-list Stars you mean!” he yelled into the phone. “No Aileen, no fucking way am I going to do some gay fucking ballroom dancing.”

Aileen laughed, “Well you are gay hun, ya know,” She chuckled.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” he snapped at her. “I am not doing any such thing, in fact, hell no.”

“It will give you some exposure Orli,” she tried another tactic. “Get you back in the spotlight.”

“I don’t need that kind of spot light! That shows for has-beens I am not a has-been.” His hands shook as he tried to light the next cigarette.

“I know you’re not sweetie, but look, its something, if you don’t do anything, people will forget about you.”

“They already have,” he said quietly.

“No, they haven’t, they asked for you to do the show, come on at least think about it?” she pleaded with him.

Orlando closed his eyes in misery, “Alright, and that’s all I’ll do is think about it.”

“Great!” she replied cheerfully. “Call me okay?”

“Yeah yeah.” He hung up the phone and threw it on the table.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He rubbed his forehead tiredly. This was not the way he planned things, he figured a year maybe and they would get over it. He went back into the house and turned on the computer and looked up Dancing With The Stars. He had in his spare time, of becoming quite the wiz on the computer. He had nothing else to do with his time.

He quickly found the site and watched some of the Celebes from the season before.

‘Shit,” he whispered as he saw Ian doing some foxtrot with some skinny blonde chick. He looked utterly miserable and totally awkward. He guessed they had asked Ian to get the older folks on the show. The one’s they could vote off quickly because they sucked so badly. He laughed as he watched him twirling his partner awkwardly.
“Dumb shit,” he muttered under his breath. He decided to watch the rest of the show since he lacked anything better to do.

Some of the other dancers were quite good. The woman were beautiful, the men extremely hot.
The audience seemed to love the entertainment.

He watched as the next couple were introduced and watched the interaction during practice.

Viggo Mortensen and Kate Jackson were on next. He leaned forward as he watched the stunning man with the bright blue eyes. The firm body, which the clothes he wore left nothing to the imagination, at least in Orlando’s mind.

He listened as they talked about that nights performance, the “Paso Doble’ the bullfighter dance.

He watched with rapped attention as Viggo moved his partner around the floor. God he was stunning. His concentration was breathtaking as he lived in the moment, feeling the very music flowing through his veins. His arms fully extended, his body firm, his facial expressions intense, his eyes piercing.

Orlando wondered what this golden god would be like in bed? He pictured powerful thrust from the bullfighter. The intensity of his imagination creating shivers down his spine.

He raced over to the desk, grabbed his phone, and dialed the number quickly.

“Hey beautiful,”came Aileens voice.

‘”I’ll do it,” he said quickly. “When does it start?’”

Aileen was blown over; she hadn’t thought he would actually do it. But she had felt obligated to let him know. ‘”You’re sure Orli?” she asked to make sure she had heard him correctly

“Yes I’m sure, when?”

‘”Two months,” she replied looking for the papers on her desk.

“Great, that will give me time to get back in shape,” he said as the workings in his brain kicked in.

“What made you change your mind?” She asked for curiosity sake.

“A challenge,” is all he said. “I need a challenge.’’

“Okay, well… I’ll call and give them the heads up then.”

‘”Let me know all the details later,” he replied.

Orlando sat the phone back down on the couch beside him, mesmerized as he saw the dancing god moving so elegantly across the floor.

Orlando reached down and rubbed his tight jeans, soothing the bulge that was making itself known.
“This may be just what you need,” he whispered, not sure if he was talking to himself or his cock!

TBC….