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Dancing with the Stars Chapter 2
Dancing with the Stars
Chapter 2
Author: Orli-bum/Orlisbum
Beta: Not yet forgive my errors!
Summary: Orlando has come out of the closet and jobs are scarce.
Pairings: Viggo/Orlando plus friends.
Disclaimer: Not true wish he really was DWTS
Warning:R
Chapter 2
The next few weeks that followed had Orlando working out daily. He had developed quite the belly sitting at home stewing about his career and had fed himself chocolates by the box full!
He ran on the treadmill steadily as sweat dripping down his face. "Maybe I should have joined the Biggest Loser instead" he groaned as he wiped his brow. He had the TV turned on and had gotten tapings of the previous season of dancing. He watched each of the dances and had even gone as far as studying their origins and the techniques that went with each one.
He wasn't sure who he would be paired up with yet. Some skinny, sexy thing he imagined. His mind made a mental picture of all the pros he had watched.
Who would be least offended by dancing with a gay man? He wasn't sure? It always seemed like the partners got together in someway. Not that he didn't want the same…he just wanted one of the male dancers instead. Viggo. Of course he had watched that one Russian guy Maks, he was hotter than hell with those dark bedroom eyes of his, that firm ass, tight abs and slick chest. But there was something about Viggo that had him even more interested. He couldn't explain it. Maybe it was because he has seen him first. Had been mesmerized by the intensity in which he danced.
He stopped the treadmill and hopped off. He was sweating like a pig! This would be a lot harder than what he originally thought. He had called Ian after he had gotten off the phone after making his split second decision and grilled the man about the show.
Ian had laughed and said he was sore in places he didn't even know existed! But that he was voted off the second week there. So he didn't put in to much time. He had asked after Orlando, wanted to know how he was, how things were?
Orlando didn't sugar coat it any. Told him he was cut off like he was a leper.
Ian had sighed sadly and told him that was what he had feared would happen. He had waited well into his career before anything came out and that was without any gossip for years about his sexuality.
Orlando knew he was right. Knew it wasn't the best decision he had ever made, but it was the most honest one he had made in his life. Maybe that was why he had saved and invested his money? For he knew this day would come eventually when he would be without work of any kind.
The conversation had ended on a positive note though; for Ian had talked to him a little about Viggo. How what a professional the man was, and how very knowledgeable he was about so many different things other than just ballroom dancing. How kind he was to the fans of the show, always willing to help out others. Then he answered the question he most wanted to know. Was he gay? Ian had laughed and replied with a smile that made its way through the phone. "I would say that would be a yes, maybe bi, but most definitely into men."
Orlando had thanked him and hung the phone up feeling elated but also that he knew he needed to get into shape, thus the daily treadmill workouts. He moaned as he looked at the huge machine gracing his living room. Time to get back on. He dragged himself into the kitchen to refill is water bottle when he heard loud knocking on his door.
He arched his eyebrow in curiosity as who it could be. He wasn't expecting anyone. He grabbed the bottle and threw the towel across his shoulder and made his way back into the other room and answered the door and was immediately to be swarmed by Dom and Billy.
"Hey Lando," Billy smiled as he plopped himself down on the couch.
Dom had headed straight into the kitchen and opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers.
"Make yourselves at home wankers," he said exasperated by their appearance.
"We came to see whats gotten into you?" Dom said as he took a long swig of his bottle.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Orlando asked
"Ya know," Billy offered from his position on the couch. "The dance thingy."
"Oh…that," Orlando said as he sat down on the nearby workout bench.
"Yeah! That!" Dom repeated. "Why would you want to do something to make a fool of yourself for?" Then added. "When it comes so naturally for you?"
Orlando threw his sweaty towel at him, which landed on Doms head which he immediately pulled off with a total look of disgust. "Ewwwwww!" He pouted.
"I'm bored," he said shrugging his shoulders.
Dom and Billy looked at each other and shook their heads.
"We know things have been a little slow for you Orli, since, well, you know" Billy said quietly.
"Slow?" Orlando asked in shock. Slow?" He said again his voice raised. "How about dead, nothing, nada."
"But this is the bottom of the barrel Orli," Dom replied. "I mean, I don't mean to put you down, but man….why?"
Orlando sighed as he dropped his head. "A. thought it would be good exposure, any exposure would be better than none, maybe I would get a few bites afterwards"
His friends remained quiet.
"I mean yeah, its kinda one of those shows where celebs aren't what they use to be, but maybe it will spark something, oh….I don't know. If not ….well…there is a positive aspect to the whole thing."
"What's that? Billy asked intrigued as he glanced at Dom who nodded his head eagerly to find out.
"Hot men with their chest exposed and tight asses in pants," Orlando replied with a serious face.
Billy looked to Dom and Dom to Orlando and each started laughing. Dom and Billy both said at the same time. "How do we get on!"
After the laughter had died down, Orlando told them about Viggo. He started the DVD player back up and let them see for themselves what a stunning god he was.
"Can we come?" Billy asked after a few moments of watching. "I mean, can we come to the show and support you?" he asked.
"Yeah, can we? Asked Dom.
I thought this was bottom of the barrel?" he questioned them. "I wouldn't want to ruin your reputations."
"Well maybe we were quick to judge,' Dom answered for them both. "And you could use the support from friends."
"Yeah, and we can tell you when you really fuck up, the dance that is," he added laughing.
"Okay, okay," Orlando finally relented. "I'll see about getting you guys a weekly pass. But don't embarrass me, I mean it."
"We wouldn't do that, would we Bills?" Dom asked innocently.
"Not at all," Billy answered. "We will sit and be good hobbitsis."
"Yeah right," Orlando laughed shaking his head.
Billy stood and held his hand out to Dom, "May I have this dance young man?" he asked.
"But of course," Dom grinned as he stood and struck a waltz pose.
"Oh, I am so going to regret letting you guys come!" he moaned as they danced across the floor dramatically. He buried his face in his hands and shook his head in disbelief.
Viggo stood looking at the bulletin board in the hallway, rubbing his chin gently with his fingers.
"Viggo, hey man!"
"Maks! Hey, how are you, you sly dog?" Viggo hugged him with a grin.
"Good, real good, ready for the next season. Having the last off was a good break for me, gave me a good perspective on things."
"Yeah?" Viggo asked arching his brow. "How so?"
"Yeah, it was tough man, losing when we got so far, it was such a disappointment."
"I suppose so," Viggo replied. "Maybe this year uh? Who did they pair you up with?"
"Not sure, you?
"Just was looking over the schedule here…let's see… Maks, Maks….ahhh here you are, ohhhh, Liv Tyler. You dog!" Viggo smirked as he clapped him on the back.
"Hot damn," Maks grinned, "How did she get asked? She just separated from her husband too. Ah, life is good." He smiled. "Who did you get then?" he asked.
"Uh, let's see….Mario Bello, Maria Bello sounds familiar."
"Yeah, she was in the Violence movie, you know where she was the sexy cheerleader for her husband who really wasn't who he said he was."
"Could be fun," he agreed as he thought back to the movie. "These chicks aren't has beens though," he commented. "I wonder why they were asked?"
Maks shrugged,"Maybe they asked to do it, a lot of chicks like the dancing, and who can blame them with bods like ours!" he laughed jabbing Viggo in the side with his elbow.
"Yeah, I suppose," Viggo mused. "Hey look," he said suddenly looking the sheet over again. "Well I'll be damned," he muttered.
"What?" Maks asked looking closer. "Who is it?"
"Orlando Bloom."
"What! No way!" Maks gasped in shock. "He hasn't done anything for ages. Ever since he came out."
"That's the way things work in Hollywood sometimes, he was a ladies man, all the chicks loved him and the guys wanted to be like him. Some men get away with it but, I think for him he got the short end of the deal."
Maks shrugged, "I guess, at least he could have said he was bi or something, that's not as bad as saying your just gay."
Viggo laughed, "What like you?"
"Yeah, no, I like men, and women."
"You're such a stud Maks," Viggo laughed.
"Thanks Viggo," he said batting his long thick lashes at him. "Hey, who's he paired with?"
"Edyta, poor girl," Viggo said shaking his head.
Maks giggled, "Well, at least her husband won't have to worry about her dance partner coming on to her."
"Yeah, I bet Christians wife was really worried last year when he had Cheryl for a partner, another Drew."
"I wonder if it will be hard for Edyta to make him look sexy, like he really wants her ya know?"
"I guess we'll find out," Viggo murmured. "You wanna grab a bite?"
"What, a bite of you?" Maks grinned from ear to ear.
Viggo chuckled, "Maybe if you're lucky."
"No, maybe if you're lucky?" he pushed Viggo back against the wall. His body pressing into Viggo's.
Viggo groaned, "Maybe we'll both get lucky."
Maks grinned and ran his hand down Viggos chest slowly and rested his hand at his crotch then squeezed firmly.
"I like your thinking," he whispered as he suddenly let go. "Lunch?" he asked.
"Bastard," Viggo groaned as he shifted his cock against his zipper.
Maks' dark eyes sparkled with laughter and lust. "Only if I don't put out," he said as he walked away. "You coming?" he asked as he looked back, his one brow arching slightly.
"Oh you bet your sweet ass I am," Viggo replied as he followed the Russian hunk, the door slamming behind them making the name list go floating onto the floor forgotten.
Tbc…..
Chapter 2
Author: Orli-bum/Orlisbum
Beta: Not yet forgive my errors!
Summary: Orlando has come out of the closet and jobs are scarce.
Pairings: Viggo/Orlando plus friends.
Disclaimer: Not true wish he really was DWTS
Warning:R
Chapter 2
The next few weeks that followed had Orlando working out daily. He had developed quite the belly sitting at home stewing about his career and had fed himself chocolates by the box full!
He ran on the treadmill steadily as sweat dripping down his face. "Maybe I should have joined the Biggest Loser instead" he groaned as he wiped his brow. He had the TV turned on and had gotten tapings of the previous season of dancing. He watched each of the dances and had even gone as far as studying their origins and the techniques that went with each one.
He wasn't sure who he would be paired up with yet. Some skinny, sexy thing he imagined. His mind made a mental picture of all the pros he had watched.
Who would be least offended by dancing with a gay man? He wasn't sure? It always seemed like the partners got together in someway. Not that he didn't want the same…he just wanted one of the male dancers instead. Viggo. Of course he had watched that one Russian guy Maks, he was hotter than hell with those dark bedroom eyes of his, that firm ass, tight abs and slick chest. But there was something about Viggo that had him even more interested. He couldn't explain it. Maybe it was because he has seen him first. Had been mesmerized by the intensity in which he danced.
He stopped the treadmill and hopped off. He was sweating like a pig! This would be a lot harder than what he originally thought. He had called Ian after he had gotten off the phone after making his split second decision and grilled the man about the show.
Ian had laughed and said he was sore in places he didn't even know existed! But that he was voted off the second week there. So he didn't put in to much time. He had asked after Orlando, wanted to know how he was, how things were?
Orlando didn't sugar coat it any. Told him he was cut off like he was a leper.
Ian had sighed sadly and told him that was what he had feared would happen. He had waited well into his career before anything came out and that was without any gossip for years about his sexuality.
Orlando knew he was right. Knew it wasn't the best decision he had ever made, but it was the most honest one he had made in his life. Maybe that was why he had saved and invested his money? For he knew this day would come eventually when he would be without work of any kind.
The conversation had ended on a positive note though; for Ian had talked to him a little about Viggo. How what a professional the man was, and how very knowledgeable he was about so many different things other than just ballroom dancing. How kind he was to the fans of the show, always willing to help out others. Then he answered the question he most wanted to know. Was he gay? Ian had laughed and replied with a smile that made its way through the phone. "I would say that would be a yes, maybe bi, but most definitely into men."
Orlando had thanked him and hung the phone up feeling elated but also that he knew he needed to get into shape, thus the daily treadmill workouts. He moaned as he looked at the huge machine gracing his living room. Time to get back on. He dragged himself into the kitchen to refill is water bottle when he heard loud knocking on his door.
He arched his eyebrow in curiosity as who it could be. He wasn't expecting anyone. He grabbed the bottle and threw the towel across his shoulder and made his way back into the other room and answered the door and was immediately to be swarmed by Dom and Billy.
"Hey Lando," Billy smiled as he plopped himself down on the couch.
Dom had headed straight into the kitchen and opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers.
"Make yourselves at home wankers," he said exasperated by their appearance.
"We came to see whats gotten into you?" Dom said as he took a long swig of his bottle.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Orlando asked
"Ya know," Billy offered from his position on the couch. "The dance thingy."
"Oh…that," Orlando said as he sat down on the nearby workout bench.
"Yeah! That!" Dom repeated. "Why would you want to do something to make a fool of yourself for?" Then added. "When it comes so naturally for you?"
Orlando threw his sweaty towel at him, which landed on Doms head which he immediately pulled off with a total look of disgust. "Ewwwwww!" He pouted.
"I'm bored," he said shrugging his shoulders.
Dom and Billy looked at each other and shook their heads.
"We know things have been a little slow for you Orli, since, well, you know" Billy said quietly.
"Slow?" Orlando asked in shock. Slow?" He said again his voice raised. "How about dead, nothing, nada."
"But this is the bottom of the barrel Orli," Dom replied. "I mean, I don't mean to put you down, but man….why?"
Orlando sighed as he dropped his head. "A. thought it would be good exposure, any exposure would be better than none, maybe I would get a few bites afterwards"
His friends remained quiet.
"I mean yeah, its kinda one of those shows where celebs aren't what they use to be, but maybe it will spark something, oh….I don't know. If not ….well…there is a positive aspect to the whole thing."
"What's that? Billy asked intrigued as he glanced at Dom who nodded his head eagerly to find out.
"Hot men with their chest exposed and tight asses in pants," Orlando replied with a serious face.
Billy looked to Dom and Dom to Orlando and each started laughing. Dom and Billy both said at the same time. "How do we get on!"
After the laughter had died down, Orlando told them about Viggo. He started the DVD player back up and let them see for themselves what a stunning god he was.
"Can we come?" Billy asked after a few moments of watching. "I mean, can we come to the show and support you?" he asked.
"Yeah, can we? Asked Dom.
I thought this was bottom of the barrel?" he questioned them. "I wouldn't want to ruin your reputations."
"Well maybe we were quick to judge,' Dom answered for them both. "And you could use the support from friends."
"Yeah, and we can tell you when you really fuck up, the dance that is," he added laughing.
"Okay, okay," Orlando finally relented. "I'll see about getting you guys a weekly pass. But don't embarrass me, I mean it."
"We wouldn't do that, would we Bills?" Dom asked innocently.
"Not at all," Billy answered. "We will sit and be good hobbitsis."
"Yeah right," Orlando laughed shaking his head.
Billy stood and held his hand out to Dom, "May I have this dance young man?" he asked.
"But of course," Dom grinned as he stood and struck a waltz pose.
"Oh, I am so going to regret letting you guys come!" he moaned as they danced across the floor dramatically. He buried his face in his hands and shook his head in disbelief.
Viggo stood looking at the bulletin board in the hallway, rubbing his chin gently with his fingers.
"Viggo, hey man!"
"Maks! Hey, how are you, you sly dog?" Viggo hugged him with a grin.
"Good, real good, ready for the next season. Having the last off was a good break for me, gave me a good perspective on things."
"Yeah?" Viggo asked arching his brow. "How so?"
"Yeah, it was tough man, losing when we got so far, it was such a disappointment."
"I suppose so," Viggo replied. "Maybe this year uh? Who did they pair you up with?"
"Not sure, you?
"Just was looking over the schedule here…let's see… Maks, Maks….ahhh here you are, ohhhh, Liv Tyler. You dog!" Viggo smirked as he clapped him on the back.
"Hot damn," Maks grinned, "How did she get asked? She just separated from her husband too. Ah, life is good." He smiled. "Who did you get then?" he asked.
"Uh, let's see….Mario Bello, Maria Bello sounds familiar."
"Yeah, she was in the Violence movie, you know where she was the sexy cheerleader for her husband who really wasn't who he said he was."
"Could be fun," he agreed as he thought back to the movie. "These chicks aren't has beens though," he commented. "I wonder why they were asked?"
Maks shrugged,"Maybe they asked to do it, a lot of chicks like the dancing, and who can blame them with bods like ours!" he laughed jabbing Viggo in the side with his elbow.
"Yeah, I suppose," Viggo mused. "Hey look," he said suddenly looking the sheet over again. "Well I'll be damned," he muttered.
"What?" Maks asked looking closer. "Who is it?"
"Orlando Bloom."
"What! No way!" Maks gasped in shock. "He hasn't done anything for ages. Ever since he came out."
"That's the way things work in Hollywood sometimes, he was a ladies man, all the chicks loved him and the guys wanted to be like him. Some men get away with it but, I think for him he got the short end of the deal."
Maks shrugged, "I guess, at least he could have said he was bi or something, that's not as bad as saying your just gay."
Viggo laughed, "What like you?"
"Yeah, no, I like men, and women."
"You're such a stud Maks," Viggo laughed.
"Thanks Viggo," he said batting his long thick lashes at him. "Hey, who's he paired with?"
"Edyta, poor girl," Viggo said shaking his head.
Maks giggled, "Well, at least her husband won't have to worry about her dance partner coming on to her."
"Yeah, I bet Christians wife was really worried last year when he had Cheryl for a partner, another Drew."
"I wonder if it will be hard for Edyta to make him look sexy, like he really wants her ya know?"
"I guess we'll find out," Viggo murmured. "You wanna grab a bite?"
"What, a bite of you?" Maks grinned from ear to ear.
Viggo chuckled, "Maybe if you're lucky."
"No, maybe if you're lucky?" he pushed Viggo back against the wall. His body pressing into Viggo's.
Viggo groaned, "Maybe we'll both get lucky."
Maks grinned and ran his hand down Viggos chest slowly and rested his hand at his crotch then squeezed firmly.
"I like your thinking," he whispered as he suddenly let go. "Lunch?" he asked.
"Bastard," Viggo groaned as he shifted his cock against his zipper.
Maks' dark eyes sparkled with laughter and lust. "Only if I don't put out," he said as he walked away. "You coming?" he asked as he looked back, his one brow arching slightly.
"Oh you bet your sweet ass I am," Viggo replied as he followed the Russian hunk, the door slamming behind them making the name list go floating onto the floor forgotten.
Tbc…..
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