Dancing With The Stars Chapter 3
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vigorliDancing with the Stars
Chapter 3
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
Chapter 3
Orlando was nervous; biting his nails nervous. Today he was supposed to meet his new dance partner. God what would she think? How would she treat him? Would she homophobic? Would she treat him like dirt? Would she even refuse to dance with him because of his orientation? The questions swirled around in his head.
The camera crews had arrived only moments before to get things set up for the initial photo shoot with them meeting for the first time. He blew a long breath out and leaned out over the railing trying to calm his nerves. He knew it was too late to probably back out now, even if he wanted to.
“Orlando?” he heard the voice call his name from behind him.
He turned around quickly to see a slender woman with long hair walking towards him. He smiled shyly, not sure what to say. But she held out her hand and he took it gladly.
“My name is Edyta, so pleased to meet you,” she said with a dazzling smile. “I will be your dance partner for the next 14 weeks.”
“Yeah….thanks…a pleasure….meet you too,” Orlando stammered slightly. His hand trying to smooth his long locks back away from his face from the wind, and the other shaking her slender hand.
“I’m a big fan of Pirates,” she said trying to help break the ice.
“Thanks, it was great fun making those movies,” he answered.
“Did you do any dancing in any of your movies?” she asked smiling.
“No, not really, not the type of movies that required any dancing skills,” he laughed.
“Oh, okay, any experience at all?” She asked hoping he would say yes.
“Sorry, none, you have a complete virgin… I mean….beginner.” he blushed hotly.
“Well maybe we should get to the studio and start practicing then, yes? We have our work cut out for us perhaps?”
“Oh yeah, I would say that is a definite yes,” he smiled genuinely.
“Okay then,” she smiled in return. “Let’s do it!”
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“Okay, our first dance is the cha cha,” she said as they entered the studio. “Do you know anything about the dance?”
“Actually, yes. I’ve been studying up on things once I found out that I was coming on the show. I wanted to be prepared so I don’t make an ass out of myself, or you for that matter. Ooops…….. can I say that on TV?”
“I’m not sure,” she said with a laugh. “And don’t worry, they do a lot of editing.”
Edyta showed him a couple of the moves made for beginners.
Orlando watched her intently but it was not as easy as it had been when he watched on the tube at home. He tensed slightly when she grabbed his hips to show him how to move them correctly.
“Sorry,” she said when she felt him tense up.
It’s okay,” he replied. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”
Let’s try this,” she said and moved as she counted having him follow her. It took a while and much stumbling on Orlando’s part, when he finally got into the rhythm better. “Okay, and now add the arms,” she said, as he she noted he was finally getting the footing down better.”
Orlando started moving his arms but he over compensated and almost tripped. “Sorry, not used to multi-tasking,” he blushed.
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Outside the door, Viggo had stopped when he had heard voices on his way by. He peeked in and watched just as Orlando tripped. He snorted loudly. Boy, Edyta has her work cut out for her. But he had to admit, the man was gorgeous!
He watched a little longer as she showed him some of the hip movements, using her hands to help guide him. Viggo licked his lips as he pictured himself guiding those same hips with his own much larger hands, but not as innocent as Edyta’s were. The look on Orlando’s face was orgasmic as he concentrated on the movements, his tongue peaking out the corner of his mouth was enough to make Viggo growl.
He wiped his hands over his eyes quickly, competition, competition, he said over and over in his head. He needed to get focused. He was just on his way to meet Maria; she was waiting in the dance hall for her first lesson. He tore his eyes reluctantly away from the enticing site and made his way down the hall and opened the far door.
“Hi,” he was greeted by a small blonde woman.
“Pleased to meet you,” Viggo replied as he took the slender hand. “I’m Viggo Mortensen; I will be your dance partner for this season.”
“I’m so happy to meet you? Maria replied as she grabbed his hand, reluctant to let it go.
Viggo gently pulled himself away and turned to the CD player and turned on the music. “We’ll be doing the foxtrot,” he said as he spoke over the music. “It’s a dance of slow and fast movements.”
Viggo took her hand and placed his other hand on her slender back. He showed her the first couple of steps. She seemed to catch on okay as far as Viggo could see. She wasn’t as awkward as he thought, but she would need the minimum hours required to learn the routine. They practiced multiple steps until Viggo saw she was beginning to lag behind.
“Why don’t we call it a day? You will be sore the first couple of days. I would recommend hot baths or the like,” he said casually.
“Sure,” she replied as she put on her regular shoes. “So, we meet here everyday then?” she asked.
“Yep,” Viggo nodded his head. “You’ll notice the difference in how your muscles feel after a while, they will be pretty sore at first, but you will build up the stamina. It will be four weeks before the first show so don’t worry too much, you’ll have plenty of time to catch on,” he reassured her.
Maria thanked him for the lesson and headed out the door.
Viggo sat down and watched as she left, wiping the seat off his forehead. Judging from the way she danced they wouldn’t get far in the competition. They wouldn’t be out the first week for sure but they wouldn’t be making to the finals. “Damn,” he thought.
Orlando brushed back the damp hairs that had fallen into his eyes again. This was hard work, much harder than he had ever realized. The hours he spent on the treadmill didn’t even begin to describe the pain he was feeling.
“Let’s take a break Orlando,” Edyta said, finally noticing his distress.
“Yeah…sounds…. good,” he said breathing heavily. “I had…no idea,” he said as he sat down and grabbed a water bottle drinking thirstily.
“Edyta smiled sweetly at him. “A lot of people underestimate how much work goes into the routines and the dances, even football players have been exhausted by the workouts.
‘
“Really?” Orlando asked shocked.
“Yes really, last year I had the most amazing man, he was 6 ft. 6 and he had a difficult time, and he was in great shape.”
I just hope that my back doesn’t freeze up on me,” he said with a small laugh. “That would be so not good.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
“Didn’t they tell you?” Orlando asked realizing they hadn’t.
“Tell me what?” she asked wondering if this had to do with his being gay.
“Um…I broke my back several years ago; it gives me trouble from time to time.”
Edyta opened her eyes wide with surprise, well that would have been nice if they had mentioned that! “Um…no they must have forgotten to tell me.” She replied. “Are you okay to dance then? Will you hurt your back more?”
“Nah, I’ll be okay, I’ve done worse than dancing to my back and I’m still walking!” he smiled.
“Okay...well maybe we should call it at day then, yes? Give you back time to adjust.”
Orlando nodded, “yeah, you’re probably right. I should go home and have a good long soak in a hot bath.”
“I’ll see you then tomorrow..yes?” Edyta smiled.
“You betcha,” Orlando groaned as he slowly pulled himself off the bench. “Oh yeah…I can feel it now,” he grimaced.
“Do you need help out?” she asked worriedly, as she came over to help.
“I’ll be fine,” he said as he wrapped the towel around his neck. “Thanks Edyta, you’ve been great.”
“You’re most welcome,” she replied as she opened the door for him.
Orlando moved slowly out the door and didn’t see the figure lurking down the hall watching him as he gingerly opened the door to the outside and then let it slam behind him.
Viggo walked down the hall and stopped in Edyta's room. “How did it go?” he asked as she was picking up her things.
“Not bad,” she replied, looking up. “Didn’t know he had broken his back before,” she said rather hotly.
“What?” Viggo asked.
“Yeah…he just told me he had broken his back a few years ago, you think they would have said something, he could barely walk out of here.”
“I hope he will be okay, you know.”
“Huh” Viggo muttered to himself. He hadn’t known that about the guy, he had a new respect for him doing the show. “Do you think he will go very far in the show then?” he asked after a moment.
Edyta shrugged her shoulders, “He’s not a slacker, and he did have a little problem catching on, a little bit of a klutz if you ask me,” she surmised. “I guess we’ll see, see if he actually comes in tomorrow first.”
Orlando sank down into the soft seat of his car, his back screaming from pain. He needed his pain pills, which he immediately dug into his bag for. Shit that was hard work! He shook the pills out of the bottle and onto his shaking hand. He threw them into his mouth and chased them with a long drink. He knew he couldn’t sit here long before they would kick in, but just long enough so that the sharp edge would be taken off.
He closed his eyes, he could feel the tenseness in his back and grimaced and let out a long groan. He knew it would be a long night and an even longer 14 weeks.
TBC………
Chapter 3
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
Chapter 3
Orlando was nervous; biting his nails nervous. Today he was supposed to meet his new dance partner. God what would she think? How would she treat him? Would she homophobic? Would she treat him like dirt? Would she even refuse to dance with him because of his orientation? The questions swirled around in his head.
The camera crews had arrived only moments before to get things set up for the initial photo shoot with them meeting for the first time. He blew a long breath out and leaned out over the railing trying to calm his nerves. He knew it was too late to probably back out now, even if he wanted to.
“Orlando?” he heard the voice call his name from behind him.
He turned around quickly to see a slender woman with long hair walking towards him. He smiled shyly, not sure what to say. But she held out her hand and he took it gladly.
“My name is Edyta, so pleased to meet you,” she said with a dazzling smile. “I will be your dance partner for the next 14 weeks.”
“Yeah….thanks…a pleasure….meet you too,” Orlando stammered slightly. His hand trying to smooth his long locks back away from his face from the wind, and the other shaking her slender hand.
“I’m a big fan of Pirates,” she said trying to help break the ice.
“Thanks, it was great fun making those movies,” he answered.
“Did you do any dancing in any of your movies?” she asked smiling.
“No, not really, not the type of movies that required any dancing skills,” he laughed.
“Oh, okay, any experience at all?” She asked hoping he would say yes.
“Sorry, none, you have a complete virgin… I mean….beginner.” he blushed hotly.
“Well maybe we should get to the studio and start practicing then, yes? We have our work cut out for us perhaps?”
“Oh yeah, I would say that is a definite yes,” he smiled genuinely.
“Okay then,” she smiled in return. “Let’s do it!”
**************************
“Okay, our first dance is the cha cha,” she said as they entered the studio. “Do you know anything about the dance?”
“Actually, yes. I’ve been studying up on things once I found out that I was coming on the show. I wanted to be prepared so I don’t make an ass out of myself, or you for that matter. Ooops…….. can I say that on TV?”
“I’m not sure,” she said with a laugh. “And don’t worry, they do a lot of editing.”
Edyta showed him a couple of the moves made for beginners.
Orlando watched her intently but it was not as easy as it had been when he watched on the tube at home. He tensed slightly when she grabbed his hips to show him how to move them correctly.
“Sorry,” she said when she felt him tense up.
It’s okay,” he replied. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”
Let’s try this,” she said and moved as she counted having him follow her. It took a while and much stumbling on Orlando’s part, when he finally got into the rhythm better. “Okay, and now add the arms,” she said, as he she noted he was finally getting the footing down better.”
Orlando started moving his arms but he over compensated and almost tripped. “Sorry, not used to multi-tasking,” he blushed.
***********************
Outside the door, Viggo had stopped when he had heard voices on his way by. He peeked in and watched just as Orlando tripped. He snorted loudly. Boy, Edyta has her work cut out for her. But he had to admit, the man was gorgeous!
He watched a little longer as she showed him some of the hip movements, using her hands to help guide him. Viggo licked his lips as he pictured himself guiding those same hips with his own much larger hands, but not as innocent as Edyta’s were. The look on Orlando’s face was orgasmic as he concentrated on the movements, his tongue peaking out the corner of his mouth was enough to make Viggo growl.
He wiped his hands over his eyes quickly, competition, competition, he said over and over in his head. He needed to get focused. He was just on his way to meet Maria; she was waiting in the dance hall for her first lesson. He tore his eyes reluctantly away from the enticing site and made his way down the hall and opened the far door.
“Hi,” he was greeted by a small blonde woman.
“Pleased to meet you,” Viggo replied as he took the slender hand. “I’m Viggo Mortensen; I will be your dance partner for this season.”
“I’m so happy to meet you? Maria replied as she grabbed his hand, reluctant to let it go.
Viggo gently pulled himself away and turned to the CD player and turned on the music. “We’ll be doing the foxtrot,” he said as he spoke over the music. “It’s a dance of slow and fast movements.”
Viggo took her hand and placed his other hand on her slender back. He showed her the first couple of steps. She seemed to catch on okay as far as Viggo could see. She wasn’t as awkward as he thought, but she would need the minimum hours required to learn the routine. They practiced multiple steps until Viggo saw she was beginning to lag behind.
“Why don’t we call it a day? You will be sore the first couple of days. I would recommend hot baths or the like,” he said casually.
“Sure,” she replied as she put on her regular shoes. “So, we meet here everyday then?” she asked.
“Yep,” Viggo nodded his head. “You’ll notice the difference in how your muscles feel after a while, they will be pretty sore at first, but you will build up the stamina. It will be four weeks before the first show so don’t worry too much, you’ll have plenty of time to catch on,” he reassured her.
Maria thanked him for the lesson and headed out the door.
Viggo sat down and watched as she left, wiping the seat off his forehead. Judging from the way she danced they wouldn’t get far in the competition. They wouldn’t be out the first week for sure but they wouldn’t be making to the finals. “Damn,” he thought.
Orlando brushed back the damp hairs that had fallen into his eyes again. This was hard work, much harder than he had ever realized. The hours he spent on the treadmill didn’t even begin to describe the pain he was feeling.
“Let’s take a break Orlando,” Edyta said, finally noticing his distress.
“Yeah…sounds…. good,” he said breathing heavily. “I had…no idea,” he said as he sat down and grabbed a water bottle drinking thirstily.
“Edyta smiled sweetly at him. “A lot of people underestimate how much work goes into the routines and the dances, even football players have been exhausted by the workouts.
‘
“Really?” Orlando asked shocked.
“Yes really, last year I had the most amazing man, he was 6 ft. 6 and he had a difficult time, and he was in great shape.”
I just hope that my back doesn’t freeze up on me,” he said with a small laugh. “That would be so not good.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
“Didn’t they tell you?” Orlando asked realizing they hadn’t.
“Tell me what?” she asked wondering if this had to do with his being gay.
“Um…I broke my back several years ago; it gives me trouble from time to time.”
Edyta opened her eyes wide with surprise, well that would have been nice if they had mentioned that! “Um…no they must have forgotten to tell me.” She replied. “Are you okay to dance then? Will you hurt your back more?”
“Nah, I’ll be okay, I’ve done worse than dancing to my back and I’m still walking!” he smiled.
“Okay...well maybe we should call it at day then, yes? Give you back time to adjust.”
Orlando nodded, “yeah, you’re probably right. I should go home and have a good long soak in a hot bath.”
“I’ll see you then tomorrow..yes?” Edyta smiled.
“You betcha,” Orlando groaned as he slowly pulled himself off the bench. “Oh yeah…I can feel it now,” he grimaced.
“Do you need help out?” she asked worriedly, as she came over to help.
“I’ll be fine,” he said as he wrapped the towel around his neck. “Thanks Edyta, you’ve been great.”
“You’re most welcome,” she replied as she opened the door for him.
Orlando moved slowly out the door and didn’t see the figure lurking down the hall watching him as he gingerly opened the door to the outside and then let it slam behind him.
Viggo walked down the hall and stopped in Edyta's room. “How did it go?” he asked as she was picking up her things.
“Not bad,” she replied, looking up. “Didn’t know he had broken his back before,” she said rather hotly.
“What?” Viggo asked.
“Yeah…he just told me he had broken his back a few years ago, you think they would have said something, he could barely walk out of here.”
“I hope he will be okay, you know.”
“Huh” Viggo muttered to himself. He hadn’t known that about the guy, he had a new respect for him doing the show. “Do you think he will go very far in the show then?” he asked after a moment.
Edyta shrugged her shoulders, “He’s not a slacker, and he did have a little problem catching on, a little bit of a klutz if you ask me,” she surmised. “I guess we’ll see, see if he actually comes in tomorrow first.”
Orlando sank down into the soft seat of his car, his back screaming from pain. He needed his pain pills, which he immediately dug into his bag for. Shit that was hard work! He shook the pills out of the bottle and onto his shaking hand. He threw them into his mouth and chased them with a long drink. He knew he couldn’t sit here long before they would kick in, but just long enough so that the sharp edge would be taken off.
He closed his eyes, he could feel the tenseness in his back and grimaced and let out a long groan. He knew it would be a long night and an even longer 14 weeks.
TBC………
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