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"What the hell kind of situation is this? I walk in to wax your car and then we just fuck on it? No characters, no dialog to speak of, no..."

"Aktil, we're in a film called "Gay Collar Workers 7". It's not gonna be the pinnacle of plot." Quinn replied.

Aktil sighed, the orca grumbling to himself. He was lithe, the six-foot male standing almost a half foot under the reindeer reading the script in front of him. The overalls covered his toned front, the white running suddenly into black forming a frame that made his musculature stand out just a bit more than it otherwise would. He wasn't a dedicated lifter, but his pecs showed a significant amount of definition above a toned belly that just barely hinted at the abs behind it. He sighed, shaking his head as he flicked through the script, his eyebrow raising to shift an old scar on the side of his face, running from just above his right temple to onto his cheek, the splotchy white scar tissue forming a distinctive contrast with the rest of his smooth coloration.

Quinn, the reindeer flicking through the same script was quite different. He was only clad in a skimpy leather harness and a tight thong that left nothing to the imagination; the bright blue fabric continually threatening to slip off, if the strained textile didn't tear first. Quinn reached down idly, a well-muscled arm sliding over his muscular ass to fidget and adjust the too-small, ever-shifting garment as the straining waistband slid over his short tail. The male rumbled softly to himself, practicing a few muttered lines under his breath as he reclined against the hood of a vintage sports car, his muscular legs crossed in front of the fit male. His idle arm returned to cross in front of his defined pecs, ruffling his short, soft white fur. Nearly white gray framed most of his body, interrupted by large splotches of darker slate. The thong had also been selected by the lecherous manager to show off the reindeer's ass, the gray tail with it's white underside flicking every so often as he though above his pure-white cheeks. That white rump was surrounded by the slate that marked the sides of his hips, reaching down his thighs to form the only symmetrical coloration on the male. His muzzle worked slightly as he read through the script, making his multi-pointed antlers bob slightly above his head.

"I paid a lot of money for the script, Aktil. You're always welcome to leave it off your portfolio if it's that embarrassing." Cardon called out from his director's chair, tapping the wooden arm of the tall folding chair with an unlit cigar, a well-thumbed copy of the same script laying across his lap.

"Wow, I hope it wasn't too much." Aktil shot back, glancing up across the bright stage lights to the manager.

"Yeah, yeah, I've read the script too. It's a popular series, and it's sure not for the writer's brilliance. I don't care, though, just do your job." Cardon rumbled grumpily, flipping the cigar each time it tapped.

"Yeah, which one should I start with? 'Hey there, I'm here to wax your undercarriage' or 'Why don't you hop up so I can show you how my special applicator works'?" Aktil shot back at the woodchuck watching the actors.

"C'mon Aktil, this isn't any worse than any of the other big trademark scripts we've gotten," Quinn said, flicking through his script again before setting it aside as he settled back on the hood of the bright red car, "Just focus on fucking me instead of the script."

The reindeer's disarming smile teased a slight sigh out of the orca, the smooth-skinned male crossing his arms and nodding. "Yeah, you're right." He rumbled, the orca looking over his friend posing on the car, "Did the car come free with the script?"

"Nah, it's a rental. Don't dent it or nothin'." Cardon waved his cigar dismissively.

Aktil and Quinn shared a slightly worried glance at each other, the orca choking down a slight 'ech'.

***

It took Aktil a few tries to swallow his pride and follow the script without stumbling on some of the most colorful lines in the sub-par porno screenplay. A particular line about the orca's 'oversized applicator' forced a retake when Quinn was unable to halt a short guffaw. At least, the incompetently written script was tempered by its frighteningly short length, and Cardon had at least relented enough to allow them their own dirty talk once the action started.

"Get your hood out for me and we'll see how much wax it needs..." Aktil gladly fed the last of the script's lines.

Quinn rumbled eagerly, the reindeer's thong already hanging off his ankle, the big male reclined back over the hood of the car, glad for the extra support they'd added to the inside after the first time his butt had temporarily bent in the metal. He let out an eager murr as Aktil stepped up between his legs, giving an eager grind against his naked ass, arching himself up to show off his whitetail for the camera. His heavy cock rested along his thigh, the mostly-stiff member throbbing visibly while Aktil stepped up, his overalls halfway off. The orca gave an eager grind, leaning down to nuzzle up the other male's chest, licking slowly along them as he began to playfully hump, lifting the cervine's hips up to really grind his bulging shaft against the reindeer's naked ass. "Mngh, this is more like it..." Aktil growled.

Quinn reached up, stroking along the smooth orca's chest as he worked himself back down, a few eager humps from both of them causing his stiffening rod to bounce against his belly. The reindeer twisted slightly, shifting up to make sure that the ducking cameraman got an excellent view of the way his heavy sac mashed up against Aktil's bulge. He simultaneously reached down to grip the slowly slipping overalls from the worker, helping them come off much more quickly.

Aktil let out a practiced moan as his heavy, throbbing purple shaft flopped out, the thick member already stiff. He grinned, grinding forward as he clothing fell in a heap around his ankles, showing off his beefy, ridged cock by sliding it up alongside the reindeer's. Both prodigious males reached most of the way up Quinn's abs, the pair's cocks framed by the male's belly as they throbbed and drooled against each other. A few more humps teased a few thick drops of precum from the orca's pointed tip, the male reaching down to coil his finger's around the reindeer's uncut, beefier cock. Quinn arched himself up, steading himself with a hand around the orca's back to press his lips to Aktil's, the pair moaning loudly for the cameras as their tongues slid across each others, parting their lips slightly to let the recorders watch them play.

They teased each other like this for quite a while, grinding slowly, making sure that they had gotten enough shots to give the editors plenty of material. Finally, they parted their kiss, leaving their tongues hanging out; connected by stringing, glistening beads of saliva. Aktil's shaft throbbed needily against the reindeer's belly, the pointed, drooling tip drizzling the muscular reindeer's belly with warm precum. His fingers played eagerly over the reindeer's tip, a finger slipping gently into the male's foreskin to tease a shiver from the reindeer. Aktil leaned down, hefting the male's ass up off the hood of the cherry-red car with his free hand, nipping the reindeer's neck eagerly. "Give me that ass..." He rumbled.

"Only if you give me that cock." Quinn shot back, spreading his legs wider, his fail flicking over his white-furred rump.

Aktil growled appreciatively, shifting his hips back as his hand continued to give long, slow pumps over the reindeer's throbbing erection. He made sure to really show off how far he needed to pull his hips back, his thick tail giving Quinn a good place to brace himself with his legs wrapped around the orca's hips, to let that throbbing purple erection flop back underneath the other male, bouncing fully into view of the supine cameraman below the pair. A stray strand of the over-productive cock's precum dripped down, landing on the lens of the camera... and the face of the employee. A muffled grunt from underneath them and a quick swipe of a rag over the fox's face and his lens would have to be edited out in post, but Aktil managed to pause long enough to let the camera recover the shot. With an eager grunt, he ground over Quinn's ass, letting that thick cock slowly grind up between the male's cheeks to spread them around his ridged tool, unable to keep himself from showing off again, before it pulled back, teasing at the tight hole of the pornstar with his glistening tip.

With a slow push and a deep moan echoed between both males, that thick cocktip slowly pushed into the reindeer's tight hole, the stiff purple flesh of Aktil's cock contrasting with the white fur of the deer's ass, giving a lovely view for the camera that was looking on hungrily. Each ridge that popped in was accompanied with an eager moan from the reindeer, the orca panting softly as he braced himself, sinking his entire length into the male in one smooth, long go.

A soft hiss developing into a needy moan sounded out from Quinn. His body, though trained, always took a moment to adjust to the orca's thick cock, though it was even more the other way around. For now, though, Aktil took several moments to enjoy the feeling of the reindeer clenching around his thick cock as he gave a few warm throbs, letting the camerafox slide out from under them. He took a breath, grinning as he rubbed warmly along the reindeer's front, slowly pumping the cervine's thick cock in his palm. Quinn made sure to reply to the orca's grunts with his own eager, soft moans, giving plenty of sound bites for the movie as he flexed his thick dick, straining it against the orca's hand in order to drool out a thick strand of slick precum against his abs.

Finally, they got the thumbs up when the cameras had finished their relocation, the orca starting to pull back, the pair moaning in long-practiced unison before he began to thrust into the reindeer. His heavy cock pistoned quickly in and out of the male's ass, the pair moaning eagerly as he rocked his hips quickly, bouncing the taller male against his hand and the car. His legs spread a bit more, the reindeer slowly rubbing back down over his torso as he was worked over, arching up to show himself off while he was reamed. The orca growled happily, bucking quickly into the male's tight rump, starting to huff and pant eagerly as he shifted, raising a foot to rest on the bumper, holding the reindeer up to show off his swinging set of heavy balls. "Alright, let's move to the next position," Cardon mentioned, nodding appreciatively at the pair, "Glad you got over yourself, though, 'Til. This'll probably turn out well."

Aktil grumbled softly, giving one more long thrust into the reindeer before he slowly pulled back. He'd just been starting to enjoy that position, too. By Quinn's expression, he was as well. The slowly pulled back and separated, settling into a sideways position - one of the reindeer's legs over his shoulder as he reamed him, the reindeer's cock drooling onto the hood of the car.

The whole process repeated itself several times, the pair giving just enough footage to give the editors plenty to splice together and enough to be sure that both of them were really starting to enjoy each position before they were forced to swap again. It was already approaching an hour of work and the pair of them were panting. The orca huffed slightly, taking a moment to catch his breath as he pulled out of the reindeer again, his cock aching for release. "Mngh, give me a couple minutes, I'm about to cum." He panted, glancing back up to Cardon.

"Ditto." Quinn agreed, breathlessly.

Cardon nodded, looking over them as he shook his head. "Honestly, we've probably got plenty for this one. Go back to that kinda modified missionary thing with Q's legs up, see if you can get him to cum on his face."

Quinn smirked, licking his lips slightly as his short tail wagged. "We can always get another take or two tomorrow." He agreed, obviously as eager as the orca.

Aktil couldn't get the smirk off his face as he hefted Quinn's legs up, giving a warm rumble as he settles himself up, setting one leg over his shoulder, lining himself up. Quinn's eyes widened as his foot was brought in front of the orca's face. "D-don't you dare!" He managed to hiss out quietly before the noise was interrupted with a slow moan.

Aktil grinned against the soft sole of Quinn's foot as he paired the slow push into his ass with a long, powerful lick from heel to toes along that foot. The reindeer under him gasped and whined eagerly, his fingers scrambling over the smooth hood of the car as he attempted to find a handhold, his thick cock drooling over his abs in eager pulses. The orca gave another teasing suckle along the blade of the other male's foot as he hilted himself inside of Quinn's ass, giving a slow throb inside the squirming male. He finally shifted up, his tongue working between the reindeer's toes before he wrapped his lips around the splaying digits, and he began to start up a fast and eager rhythm.

His thick cock quickly pounded the reindeer's rump, sinking deep into the male. Each of his oral attentions to the whimpering reindeer's foot and his ridges popping in and out of that long-teased ass brought the pair rather quickly to their peak. Aktil shivered, letting out a slow moan between Quinn's toes, letting him see his face framed by the soft, spread toepads as he thrust quickly just a few more times to try to force out his own blue-balled climax.

Quinn couldn't help himself, though, and the view of the orca's face between his splayed, sensitive toes (combined with Cardon's head-shake accompanied rumble about 'Q and his feet') and the long session of taking the orca's thick cock didn't leave him any choice. He shivered, his body flexing down as he arched back, letting out an eager moan as his thick cock pulsed, splattering over his front with thick cum without any direct touches. The huge cock flexed, a camera all but pushing Aktil out of the way to get his view, splashing long, drawn out shots of hot, white cum over his chest. Several managed to reach up over his face, coating the moaning reindeer's muzzle and forehead in white. A few more thick, cock-flexing blasts even reaching to the sides to plaster drooling lines of seed over the cherry red hood of the car.

Aktil squirmed a bit as the cameraman let him return, nuzzling into the reindeer's foot; attempting to get back onto his peak as quickly as he could after the cameraman had roughly shunted his own enjoyment back. As the fox pulled back, the view of the cum-soaked reindeer below him, especially when viewed above his wiggling toes, was more than enough to get him right back on track. He growled eagerly into the soft sole of his friend, arching up to slam himself into the reindeer's clenching ass, his nuts smacking his cheeks as he thrust. Finally, with a shuddering moan, he peaked.

"Pull out, pull out!" Cardon commanded, getting a slight sigh of defeat from the orca.

Aktil panted hotly against that foot paw, growling as he pumped the first few generous shots into Quinn's tight rump, griding his very base against that entrance before he finally relented to his boss, nearly shoved out of the way again by the cameraman as he settled his throbbing, pulsing cock against the reindeer's spent dick. His shots splashed up over the male's front again, and with a grunt and a flex, Aktil even managed to shoot another thick shot of cum over the reindeer's face. Quinn moaned out eagerly for the cameras, giving a slow lick of the seed from his lips. Aktil finally finished, grumbling quietly to himself as the fox finally withdrew from in front of him, the orca's fairly unsatisfying orgasm par for the course in the industry.

At least, he had the view of the sexy cervine underneath him, panting and dripping with seed. "Cut, and that's a wrap." Cardon's voice jarringly pulled him from that view as well, the feeling punctuated by a towel smacking against the side of his head, landing on his shoulder.

"Goal!" cried the towel boy.

"Good toss." Replied Cardon, the woodchuck smirking.

Aktil just sighed, giving a light nibble to Quinn's sole before pulling back, handing the towel down to the messier of the pair before catching the next one that was also aimed surprisingly well. He glanced between the few, grumbling to himself.

"Yeah, we'll probably get a few more shots on Monday, depending on what the editors-" Cardon started.

"I'll be in my room." Aktil cut him off tersely, stomping off out of the recording room.

Cardon raised an eyebrow, glancing down to Quinn. The reindeer was a bit busier wiping himself off, standing up slowly. His thick cock hung down, still half hard, between his thighs, the big member bobbing slightly, a thick drop of seed drooling from the tip onto the ground. "Mn, sounds fair. And don't worry, I'll talk to him, Cardon."

"Hrmph. What's gotten into 'Til?" The big woodchuck asked to no one in particular, crossing his arms.

"Probably missed his coffee this morning or something," Quinn answered anyway. "But yeah, more on the movie on Monday. I'll handle him over the weekend." Quinn stated.

Cardon nodded and the camera-fox blushed, biting his lip with the orca's words.

"Yeah, be sure you do, Q." Cardon rumbled, stepping down out of the chair, his suit bulged out visibly.

***

Aktil grumbled at the sharp knocks on his door. He'd barely sat himself down in the small dressing room and calmed down before someone wanted him. He sighed slowly, settling back in his chair as he tried to ignore the rapping at the door. The set of naked incandescent lights burned brightly over the mirror that showed Aktil his frown as he crossed his arms. Makeup and notes were scattered over the desk, simply pushed out of the way to make room whenever one of the various, surprisingly thin scripts came from the stack above the filing cabinet next to the desk. He sunk back down in his seat, grumbling impudently to himself. Another short knock earned the door a venomous glance from the corner of Aktil's eye.

Finally, with the next set of knocks, Aktil finally stood. He sighed quietly, padding up to the door to swing it open, indifferent to his less-than-decent state. "Yes?" He curtly greeted.

Quinn seemed slightly taken aback. It took the reindeer a moment or two to process the question, and another few to tear his eyes from the orca's flaccid cock hanging between his legs. He cleared his throat after a moment, finally making eye contact with his coworker. "Well, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with me?"

It was Aktil's turn to be taken aback. "A-ah, oh. I was expecting Cardon or something." He started, blinking a bit. "Well, uh, that sounds alright."

"You'll need pants, first." Quinn observed.

Aktil couldn't hold back a half-suppressed chortle, nodding. "Yeah. Come on in, then, if you're ready."

Quinn nodded, stepping through to settle himself down on the loveseat mostly dominating the opposite side of the small room. Aktil skirted around him, moving to sort through his closet, skimpy fetish clothing bumping up against street clothing in equal measure. "Have you been doing alright? It seems like you've been on edge lately."

Aktil sighed slowly, his hand pausing halfway in the process of pulling a pair of jeans from a hanger. "Yeah, It's been a bit rough."

Quinn nodded slightly, stretching back, his hands behind his head. "Well, what's gnawing at you?"

Aktil blinked a few times, gathering the rest of his outfit. "It's... I just haven't gotten very good sleep lately."

Quinn nodded once, slowly, raising a slight eyebrow at his friend. Aktil sighed slowly as he buttoned his jeans. "Fine. I, my boyfriend left. About a month ago." He admitted, "It's been really starting to hit."

Quinn let out a slight rumble. He took a few moments before replying, "I'm sorry. Was it amicable, at least?"

Aktil silence spoke volumes. Quinn let him dress in silence. The orca fidgeted, taking a few tries to find his keys and stuff them into a pocket. "Where did you have in mind?"

Quinn bit his lip thoughtfully, standing up. "Well, there's a decent hole in the wall Chinese place I know about just a couple blocks from here."

Aktil nodded, stretching a bit as he gave himself another look over in the mirror. "Sounds good, as long as it's not expensive."

"Yeah, I know the feeling. It's the best place I've found in town." Quinn answered, waving him along.

Aktil nodded, sighing softly as he grabbed a necklace from the table, standing up to follow the reindeer out. The male smirked slightly, giving Aktil's ass a slap as he stepped out. "Quinn!" Aktil yelped.

The reindeer just gave an insolent grin. "C'mon honey, hurry up. I'm hungry."

Aktil grumbled something under his breath, but the slight red on his cheeks told a different story than the muttered profanity.

They headed out through the humble studio. Quinn strutted down the middle of the hallways while Aktil took his place slightly behind, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his shoulders hunched as the orca tried his best to avoid any other contact with the rest of his coworkers. Quinn did his best to occupy the rest of the co-workers in the orca's place; waving to a handful of the various crews and greeting several of the other actors. Aktil had timed his exit, however, and everyone was either rushing to leave like they were or jogging to get to the last few shoots of the day.

Aktil took a deep breath as they finally broke out into the cooling autumn air. He paused as the door shut behind him, taking a minute to look around the quiet street outside of their workplace. Ramrod Studios, an entirely imaginative name fresh out of Cardon's brilliant marketing mind, stood along a quiet street on the south side of the town. It was a strange place in the city - rich enough to allow for streets with well-manicured medians as wide as the streets themselves and small trees breaking up the sidewalk between the streets and the sidewalk proper. However, it didn't keep enough dignity to itself to sweep their vices under the rug, leaving the porn studio's squat building relatively unmolested next to a wide-windowed antique store and a comic book store that was locked into it's long fight with space against the gyro shop that shared the bottom floor of the building. Apartments shot up over both, leaving the relatively small studio poking back into the alley, dwarfed by its somewhat more respectable neighbors.

A few leaves were stacked up against the side of the building, tumbling across the alley. Those fallen petals were still streaked with the bright colors of the trees along the sidewalk, fresh from the flamboyant trees that were showing off their plumage in the cooling days. Quinn glanced back at the meditating orca, his hands sliding into the pockets of his hoodie. "You alright?" He asked.

Aktil nodded slowly. "I'm here."

Quinn nodded, looking up towards the cloudless sky. His own moment was quickly turned back with a long, drawn out sigh from his friend. He smiled slightly, attempting to throw a bit of cheer back to Aktil. Aktil attempted to greet it with a half-hearted smile that quickly dropped back to a slight frown. "It's just a few blocks from here." Quinn said.

They set off rather slowly, walking quietly along the empty early afternoon streets. Quinn took his time waiting for his friend to talk, a gamble that ended with them approaching the Dragon's Pond without a word between them. Neither of them could deny it; the smells coming from the nearly-vacated restaurant had both of them speeding up as soon as they rounded the corner.

A soft jingle from a set of windchimes announced their arrival as Quinn opened the door, holding it open for Aktil. The were immediately greeted by the sudden halt to a loud argument between the older hedgehog and the unseen cook in the kitchen. The graying, matronly hedgehog chattered something in her native language before smiling sweetly at the two customers entering. "Good evening there!" She said, "Oh, Quinn! It has been a long time!"

Quinn smirked and stepped forward, accepting the short hedgehog's excited hug. "Jan, it's good to see you. Still can't get Ruan to cooperate?"

"Ooh, he is always makin' me mad." She replied, dusting off her floral apron, "The usual for you?"

Quinn nodded quickly. "You know me too well. Also, Jan, this is Aktil, one of my friends."

Aktil smiled slightly, shaking the hedgehog's hand when she thrust hers out. "Aktil! Good to see you."

"You too." Aktil answered, retreating back into his sullen silence.

Jan smirked slightly, "Well I'm sure Ruan's cooking will cheer you up." She said, poking her head around the corner to continue her heated debate in the kitchen.

Quinn smirked, picking out a menu from the counter. "The Mongolian's great, but I always get the General Tso's." He recommended.

"I'll just get the Mongolian, then I guess." Aktil rumbled, without even looking at the menu.

Aktil heard Mongolian pop up in the heated argument, only slightly quieter now that there were people in the shop. Quinn chuckled slightly to himself, waving Aktil back to one of the further booths in the store. They settled in on either side, Aktil watching out the window as Quinn sat down. "So, what happened, Aktil?"

Aktil let out a long sigh, his head dropping down slightly. "I... Well, I guess I figured out he was cheating on me."

Quinn blinked, raising an eyebrow. "But... You do porn?"

Aktil rumbled, slouching back in the booth, staring back up at the ceiling. "I know. It was complicated, and I mean, I knew that he was sleeping with another guy for a while but, uh, then he called and said he didn't want to be with me anymore."

Quinn winced, nodding slightly. He settled down in the booth, waiting for a few moments, watching the orca slowly sigh. "Over the phone? That's harsh."

Aktil rumbled slightly. "He was pretty drunk, too."

Quinn grunted slightly, glancing up to wave to the hedgehog as she quickly walked over, nimbly unloading piles of steaming food in front of them. Quinn grinned as Aktil blinked as several pounds of steaming food settled in front of them. Piles of meat laid beside mountains of rice with lakes of soup beside them topped off by a plate of eggrolls. "Thanks, Jan." Quinn grinned.

Jan smirked back, "No problem honey! It's always good to- Raun!" She started, quickly hustling back to the kitchen with plenty of choice words.

Aktil couldn't help but hold back a slight chuckle, reaching down to poke at a few strips of beef with his fork.

Quinn leaped into his food, his belly giving a light gurgle as he tucked in. "Is that the last time you talked to him?"

Aktil bit his lip, sighing softly as he took a bite, taking a few more moments to chew, trying to leave off answering as long as possible. "The background at the party sounded uh... You know that porn flick we did a couple months ago about the party?"

Quinn blinked, nodding quickly as he shoveled food into his mouth. "Yeah, I know the one."

Aktil sighed again, taking a moment to rub his temples. "It sounded pretty much like that. He never actually hung up, but uh, it seemed like he dropped his phone and uh..."

Quinn bit his lip. "And it was just like the video, wasn't it?"

Aktil grumbled and sighed, nodding. "And I mean, it's not like he hadn't seen the video and even if he was trying to do something like it or get back at me for something, I just hoped he'd sober up and call in the morning or the next day or the next week or answer my calls or something."

Quinn nodded, biting his lip. "That's... That's really harsh. I can see why it's been hitting you so much. How long ago?"

Aktil didn't answer for another few bites. Finally, he sighed, setting his fork down and resting his head in his hands. "It's been a month and a week today."

Quinn nodded slightly. The pair returned to their food in silence, quietly munching their way through the piles of food. Jan attempted to come out a few times through the meal, refilling drinks and soups for the pair through the meal, respecting their weighty conversation. Aktil blinked a bit, the pair sitting in silence to dent their respective plates.

Quinn finally sighed. "That's brutal. No closure, no contact, nothing?"

Aktil nodded slowly, sighing as he sat back, eying over the meal that he'd still left in front of him. He shook his head forlornly. "Not a bit."

Quinn winced before he nodded. Thankfully, he was quickly interrupted by Jan, the kindly hedgehog quickly packing the rest of their food away into a paper sac that would overload a minifridge. After a few more words they were away, leaving the bickering couple to their daily work. Quinn hefted up the haul as they left, following the orca out of the shop. "Well, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" Quinn finally managed to ask.

Aktil blinked a bit, the orca rumbling softly to himself before jerking back, spinning around to glance back at the shop. "Aw dammit, I forgot to pay, give me a second, I-"

"I gotcha, Aktil. I handled it already." Quinn said, waving him back.

Aktil blinked a few times. "Aw, you didn't have to. It's not like I can't-"

Quinn grinned sideways at him. "It's not too expensive, man. And it wouldn't be a date with a split check."

Aktil blushed furiously, setting off automatically down the street with his hands stuck insolently in his pockets. Quinn huffed, jogging to keep up with him. "Sorry, sorry! Don't forget your leftovers, you'll need them after that power-walk."

Aktil grumbled something, sighing softly. "N-Nah, it's fine. I shouldn't be taking it out on you."

Quinn nodded, finally catching up as the orca slowed his pace. "Well, it's been coming across at work, too. Now, before you get distracted again, what can I do to help?" the reindeer demanded, his tone making sure Aktil knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with another change of subject.

Aktil glanced up at the reindeer, sighing slowly. "Well... Would you mind coming back to the flat with me? I haven't really cooked for anyone in a month... or so."

Quinn smiled, nodding quickly. "Oh, twist my arm any harder and it might break right off. Hungry already?"

Aktil smirked slightly, shaking his head. "I'll put together a dessert or something. I'm sure there's something I could whip up pretty quickly."

Quinn licked his lips, chuckling. "Sounds lovely."

***

Avery sighed, tossing the controller over his shoulder onto the other side of the couch before almost immediately reaching over to grab it again. He only glanced up with the sharp knock on the apartment's door before it opened. "Oh, hey Aktil." The bird said.

"Oh hey, Avery. I brought one of my co-workers, I hope you don't mind." Aktil said, holding the door for Quinn.

"Hey, you pay more of the rent than me. Hey there, I'm Aver-Avery." He said, offering a hand as he looked up, skipping in the middle of his name as a slight red blush tinted his cheeks, a spark of recognition in his eyes.

"Avery! My name's Quinn." The reindeer answered, warmly shaking the bird's hand, shifting the carryout to his left hand.

"Good to meet you, man. So you work with Aktil?" He asked.

"Mhm. We had some dinner and he offered to cook dessert, so I couldn't quite resist the offer."

Avery chuckled, nodding. "Mn, he is an excellent chef."

"Cook!" Aktil called back from the kitchen.

Avery just shook his head, the bird smirking, still trying to do his best to hide his blush. "He's particular about that one, I don't know why."

Quinn chuckled and nodded. "Probably for the same reason that I can't get him to call himself a writer."

Avery nodded and smirked to himself, gesturing back at the screen. "Strange enough, as much as he neglects his gamerscore to put words down on paper."

Quinn nodded, shifting the large package from hand to hand as he stood. "He is pretty sensitive to terms, I guess." The orca said with a smirk, "I'm gonna go set this down, though."

Avery nodded. "Good meeting you, Quinn!" He said, flopping back on the well-worn couch, resting his controller on his White Stripes t-shirt.

Quinn quickly stepped out into the kitchen, setting the large paper bag down on the counter. Aktil was already busy, setting out a set of wine glasses, pulling out a bowl of chopped strawberries from the refrigerator. "I've been meaning to make this for a bit."

Quinn nodded, peeking curiously over the process. "What is it?"

"Uh, Avery, do you want one? And it's called Zabaglione." Aktil answered with a slight smirk.

"Sure!" Avery called from the living room.

"Za-big-li what now?" Quinn tried to repeat.

"Zabaglione. It's an Italian dessert, based mostly on a hot cream custard," Aktil smiled slightly to himself, "Its impressive and fairly easy... If I had ladyfingers I'd probably make some tiramisu instead."

Quinn nodded, watching the orca spoon the fruit into the glasses, and nimbly separate a handful of eggs. "So many words that just sound made up."

Aktil chuckled, pouring a measure of thick wine into the metal bowl. "Well, technically, all words are made up. Those are just out of different languages." He said, breaking out a whisk as he simply sat the metal bowl down over the lit gas range.

Quinn blinked, watching the orca start to quickly whip the mixture directly over the fire. "W-wait, isn't that bad for the bowl?"

Aktil shook his head. "It's only a low flame. I'd probably get yelled at by any respectable chef, but it shouldn't hurt anything."

He focused on the bowl, the whisk making a fast metallic scrape against the bowls as he nimbly worked the thickening mixture. Quinn watched carefully, blinking a bit as it quickly started to thicken up. In only a few more minutes, he was spooning the cream into the glasses, licking his lips a bit. "And here is where I'm supposed to tell you how nice your cream looks, right?"

Aktil blushed with a smirk, evening off the cups. A quick hit with a blowtorch finished off the dessert, leaving Quinn licking his lips. "And here I thought I'd never be able to eat another bite of food against when we left that restaurant."

Aktil chuckled, shifting a glass and a spoon over to his friend. "It was a hefty helping. Avery, it's ready." He called around the orca.

Avery peeked in from around the door frame, Quinn stepped back to relax against the counter, picking up his glass to take a bite. "Mnh, this is... excellent, actually." He started with, blinking as his mouth closed around the first bite.

"He's actually a great cook. I'm always glad; I tend to take advantage of it a lot more than I repay." Avery chimed in for the orca.

"Hee, I'll say. I managed to get you cook a couple things. I think we've gotten to the point where you can get out spaghetti and macaroni without scalding it." Aktil chided back.

Avery grumbled softly to himself though his irritation rang hollow when he let out a soft chirp of pleasure as he took his bite. "You're not wrong... How was, uh, work?"

Aktil let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, slumping back against the refrigerator. "The script is abysmal. Capital crap."

Quinn nodded. "Well, at least, you seemed to enjoy the bit after all the talking was over."

Avery blushed furiously, spooning another large bite into his muzzle. "How was your workday, Avery?" Aktil quickly changed the subject.

Avery rumbled, swallowing slowly. "Just another day in paradise. Telemarketing is really all it's cracked up to be."

Quinn blinked. "I didn't think telemarketing was cracked up to be much?"

"Exactly." Avery replied, with a sigh. "It's a lot of getting yelled at over the phone for about 9 bucks an hour. It wasn't the worst day I've had, though."

Quinn nodded. "That sucks. I guess it's better than nothing, but that doesn't make it good."

Avery nodded. "Yeah, I can afford a few things, I suppose. Aktil's a great roommate anyway, so it could be quite a bit worse."

They continued eating and talking, drifting into discussions of bands and music before a few texts forced Avery back to the other room, leaving the two to their own machinations. Quinn's glass stood next to him, spoon licked spotless with only a few smears of the custard left on the glass that he couldn't scrape out. "How's your script coming, by the way?"

Aktil sighed softly, nodding. "Slowly. I haven't gotten too much work on it since the breakup. I'll let you read it if you want."

Quinn smirked a bit, nodding. "I can't tell you how good it would be to read out a porn script with actual writing."

***

"You know, this isn't bad, at all." Quinn said, sprawled out on the floor in front of a pile of paper.

"It's not bad for a porn script?"

"No, no, it's not bad for any kind of script. I mean, it's probably not what the kind of people that watch porn are looking for, but there's characters, drama, a couple underlying themes I can spot... It's more suited to an actual book or a movie where the characters have sex than a porn flick." Quinn answered, thumbing through a few more pages.

"Yeah, I guess. It's not quite the 'instant-satisfaction' sort of story that most porn tends to be." Aktil said, glancing over from his desk.

Quinn nodded. "Another problem would be that you actually would have to hire real actors for it to get anything resembling decent production. A lot of ah, us, tend to be a pretty face rather than a convincing actor."

Aktil smirked. "True that."

Quinn returned a slight smile. "There's only one problem with it, though."

Aktil raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"It's not finished." Quinn replied with a cockeyed grin.

Aktil blinked a bit, before chuckling softly. "It's still a crappy first draft, dude, don't flatter me."

Quinn smirked. "You've got really good potential, though. I'd love to see it finished."

Aktil simply waved his hand, turning his head back around to the desk to intently study his pen and hide his blush.

Quinn slowly stood, stepping over to the orca. "Though, for now... you sure there's nothing I can do to make you feel better?"

Aktil blinked, blushing as he felt the reindeer's strong hands knead warmly into his shoulders. "H-hey..."

Quinn kneaded warmly, leaning down to give the side of the orca's head a little nuzzle. "A nice blowjob, nobody else there to tell us what to say, to force us to switch positions when we start enjoying it, no weird positions only there to give the cameras a good view... Just you, me, and your thick cock in my throat."

Aktil squirmed a bit in his chair, biting his lip. "Q-Quinn..."

Quinn just grinned, nuzzling slowly against the back of the orca's head. "What do you say, honey?"

Aktil blushed furiously, swallowing slowly as he bit his lip, only able to nod slightly.

Quinn grinned from ear to ear, the cervine kissing the orca's cheek with a nice, loud smack. "What's the matter, deer got your tongue? You're never like this in the studio."

"S'different..." Aktil managed to get out, slowly spinning around in his chair.

Quinn's grin didn't subside as he pushed forward, warmly rubbing over the orca's front. He laid warm kisses gently over the male's chest and neck, slowly stroking down the orca's front... turning the other male into a squirming mess trying to choke down moans while Quinn's nimble fingers worked down over his belly. Fondling cheekily over the orca's belt buckle, he slowly pried open the puritanical fabric to reveal Aktil throbbing bulge. "Quinn..." Aktil started, before a long lick over his bulging boxers suddenly turned whatever protest he was mouthing into a deep, eager moan.

Quinn simply replied with a happy 'gromf' noise as he mouthed over that throbbing bulge, keeping the orca's oversized shaft constrained. Aktil squirmed in his chair, gripping the armrests with a squirm, bucking lightly back up into Quinn's mouth. Finally, Quinn couldn't hold himself back, nuzzling the orca's fly to the side expertly to let the male's throbbing cock leap out against his cheek. With an eager nuzzle, the reindeer letting out a soft gasp to let his breath tickle the orca's drooling purple dick as his cheek fur did the same.

Aktil opened his mouth to talk one more time, glancing down; just in time to meet Quinn's eyes as he slowly slid the entirety of the orca's throbbing shaft into his muzzle. Aktil was only able to let out a shivering groan of pleasure while his cock throbbed and twitched in the reindeer's experienced throat. That tongue worked hard over the underside of his cock as he began to bob on the male's thick shaft, the reindeer making a point to gulp audibly over the length of the orca's generous cock.

Quinn worked hard, suddenly starting up an electrifying, pant-inducing rhythm. His head bobbed quickly as he bottomed out on each downstroke, kissing the male's crotch with a long, deep gulp over the length of the orca's throbbing cock. Aktil squirmed and managed to reach down, stroking warmly over the reindeer's scalp and ears while he bucked into that eager muzzle.

The reindeer didn't hold back at all, bucking hard and fast onto that thick cock. The purple length bulged his throat out as it slid again and again into the warm caress of his gulping throat. His tongue worked nimbly between thrusts, pushing from the tip down to the shudder-inducing point at the base of the orca's cocktip. Aktil had to dedicate a significant amount of concentration to keep his moaning from traveling through the thin walls of the apartment while he bucked into his friend's incredible muzzle.

Quinn knew that Aktil put a significant amount of pride in his control, and when he was feeling cheeky, he put a significant amount of pleasure in breaking it. He knew very well that the orca could go for minutes on the hour of photo shoots without getting close, but after barely twenty minutes of hard work, his friend was groping his skull and squirming in his chair. "Q-Quinn! I can't..." Aktil barely managed to vocalize.

Quinn made sure he never finished that sentence, suddenly redoubling his efforts. The orca tightened up, a full-body shiver racking him, before he pushed forward, gasping for breath as his thick cock throbbed, spurting a pent-up load into the reindeer's throat with long, slow pulses. Quinn made a show of gulping loudly, drinking down every bit of his friend's load.

Finally, Aktil was left panting, his grip having turned into a jelly-like resting of hands on Quinn's head. He shivered softly every so often, panting softly as Quinn slowly drew back, licking his lips warmly to leave Aktil's half-hard, throbbing purple dick resting up over the orca's clothed belly, glistening with saliva. "Oh, god Quinn... That was lovely." He managed to pant.

"Mnh, I'm glad, honey... My turn?" Quinn grinned up at Aktil, a mischievous glint in his eye.