The Porn Star and the Prostitute

The drinking helped, since that was one of the things I was used to as a signal to end sub mode. I finished off the water in the glass like a good boy, and then snuggled into Dylan.

"Sorry, I didn't think to warn you because I didn't realize it would happen without... trying..." I began. "Basically, my Thursday night regular that I've been seeing for over a year, he always puts me in my harness and dominates me however he likes. I honestly just thought that I was only playing along, even though I do often experience what is called subspace. But being a submissive is not my kink. Not like that anyway. I guess I didn't realize that it had gone from roleplaying on my part to real submissiveness. And before you think that I was replacing you with him in my mind, please understand that I was fully aware and happy that it was YOU. If anything, I think I've replace HIM with you in my mind often enough that... yeah..."

Dylan kissed me. "Alright, if it's normal for you, then I'm not so worried. But is there anything I should know for future reference?"

I nodded. "Just if it happens again, all you have to do is finish out the scene, meaning straighten out my limbs and giving me a drink... and... praising me for doing a good job."

"I can do that. Not so different from doing what the Director tells me to do," he murmured, kissing me again and stroking my hair.

I placed a hand over his heart, which my ear was also over. "Were you serious?"

"About?" A slight catch in his breath let me know that he probably knew exactly what I was referring to.

"Can you really accept a husband that has weird quirks like accidentally slipping into sub mode in the middle of sex?" I nearly whispered.

He chuckled. "Well, so far, this has been pretty damn interesting. You've managed to both impress and surprise me -- and I didn't think that was possible anymore. ... and yes, I'm very serious."

Taking a deep breath, I once again surrendered to his will. "Then... Then yes. I'll marry you."

Laughing so emotionally that he almost sounded like he was crying, he cradled me in his arms and rocked me. "I'm so happy right now!"

Relieved to hear that, I smiled at him. "Me too."

Epilogue

Dylan

The moment Luka accepted my proposal, I wanted nothing more than to drag him to the nearest place to elope, but he pointed out something that made so much sense that I couldn't argue with him. We were ALREADY more or less married. SO, what was the actual point of getting legally married? For us, it was to make it official.

But it was ALSO to let us have the pomp and ceremony that went along with getting married. To make a statement to the world that we loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. In order to do that, we couldn't just elope; we needed to have an actual wedding and invite all our family and friends.

After he said all that, I couldn't help but get excited by it. I couldn't help but WANT that. So, I suggested a date at the end of June -- that just so happened to be a hair more than four months after our engagement and would hopefully set a precedent for my suggestion of taking a vacation together every 4-6 months.

So, here it was, Saturday June 27^th and I was still a bit hungover from my bachelor party last night. Anthony had taken charge beautifully and thrown a party to be proud of. It was a bit cliché in that it revolved around a bunch of female strippers, but it still managed to shock all my friends because...

One of the strippers was an actress that I had worked with before. A lot!

"Ashley Fate!" I greeted joyously. She leapt into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist, and gave me a thorough kiss.

"Digg! I heard you were getting married, honey, but I didn't believe it because we're scheduled to star in a movie together in like three weeks!"

I groped her cushy ass, kneading it like it was bread dough. "Oh don't worry, we still are. I'll be back from my honeymoon by then."

This led to all the other strippers gathering around me and touching me in any way they could.

"It's Digg Johnsinner!"

"Oh my God, I LOVE you!"

"Can I have your autograph?"

I held my arms out in a position of surrender. "Ladies, we have all night. We can do anything and EVERYTHING you want." Especially since we were in one of my friends' house and didn't have to worry about offending anyone.

Ashley giggled and pressed her hands to her cheeks to feign being scandalized. "Oh my! It boggles the mind to think about what two porn stars, a half dozen strippers, and all these horny men can get up to when the cameras AREN'T rolling and the goal is to have as much fun as possible!"

I laughed and put an arm around her. "Probably all the same things as in College Orgy -- all 12 of them!"

"I've seen those!" One of the strippers squealed.

The one that had claimed to love me bounced happily. "We should play some of the movies the two of you have starred in together!"

Ashley and I both shrugged as neither of us minded.

"WAIT!!!" Anthony exclaimed when he could get a word in edgewise. "Are you all being serious?! PORN STAR!!!"

I looked around at all my friends. "I'm honestly shocked that none of you knew." Just one chuckled and looked away to let me know that he knew.

"I just thought it was a guy that looked remarkably like you..." another mumbled.

I laughed. "That's what my brother said!" Then I gave Ashley a quick kiss before addressing all my friends. "It sounds like these ladies are not opposed to having a wild night; any objections?"

The ones that were single were all like: "Hell no! No objections here!" And the ones that were in relationships were like: "I can't play, but I sure as hell want to watch!"

And with that lovely agreement in place, I had a rather strenuous night and found out that adding alcohol to the mix does actually change things, and not necessarily for the better. Still, I was in better shape than Anthony, hahaha!

Speaking of, he was bleary eyed and very rough looking, which meant that his hangover HAD to be way worse than mine. Looking up from trying to figure out his tie, he noticed me watching him. "Hey, you know, this has been bugging me all night," he began, looking even more confused than he had been by the tie. "I know that porn names are often cheesy, but Ashley picked a relative nice sounding name. Why the hell did you pick Digg Johnsinner?"

I laughed. "Half the reason that porn names are cheesy is that it's hard to pick aliases that sound good without them already being taken or without them sounding like real people who could get in trouble if their employers thought THEY were in the porn industry. So, when it came time to think up a name for myself, I couldn't come up with ANYTHING creative and not even MORE cheesy. So, I remembered that some of my favorite shirts were from the Big Johnson line. Well I couldn't use that because of copyrights and trademarks, so I decided to change it to my initial: D -- Dig Johnson. But even that was iffy, so I changed it to Dig Johnsin, and then I felt it was a bit plain, so I spiced it up by adding a g and changing sin to sinner. Thus Digg Johnsinner."

"Alright, that's fair," Anthony accepted, and then groaned and clutched his head. I chuckled and fixed his tie for him since I'm pretty sure he'd never figure it out on his own. He pouted a little. "You know, I can understand why you wouldn't want to go around telling EVERYONE that you're a porn star, but I'm your best friend. Or at least I thought I was."

I sighed. "Listen, it had nothing to do with you. Well at least not like you think. You probably think I didn't trust you enough or something, but it really wasn't that. I just didn't want to put that burden on you -- of worrying about me and things like: Am I being safe? Am I emotionally damaged? Do I have massive gambling debts to pay off and that's why I do it? ... I guess I would rather be seen as the unemployed slacker friend than the messed up loser friend with bad habits and too much debt."

He pressed his lips together in thought for a moment. "Alright... So if you AREN'T damaged, on drugs, and paying off a debt, then why DO you do it?"

"Because I love sex and get paid a LOOOOOT of money!" I replied, and honestly, if a person didn't love sex, they probably shouldn't be in the industry.

Anthony chuckled. "You know, that actually does explain why you always look, hmm... hard to explain, but it looks like you put a lot of effort into looking sexy, but at the same time, are sort of careless about your appearance so that you look like you just sort of HAPPEN to be sexy."

I gave him a hearty laugh. "That's actually what I'm going for!"

This made Anthony hum in thought. "And you know, Luka is sort of the opposite. He puts a lot of care and attention into how he looks, and also seems to put a lot of effort into remaining a bit scrawny... but with some definition to his muscles."

I grinned. "Or in other words, you think he puts a lot of effort into looking sexy too, only he's not trying to make it look like an accidental occurrence."

"Exactly!"

I nodded in confirmation. "Actually, you might be surprised to know just how much he spends on clothes! He gets his hair done regularly, and he has products in our bathroom that I don't even KNOW what they're for or what they do!"

Now that his tie was fixed, he looked me over, even smoothing out my suit shoulders with his hands. Then he smiled. "Whereas today, you look like you WANT to look sexy and put a LOT of effort into it. You look really good."

I smirked at him. "That's because I went to a salon and got my hair done while you were still passed out this morning. I even had them put a little makeup on me!" I held up my hands so that he could see the very basic manicure. "Nails too."

My dad popped into the room. "It's almost time. Ready?"

"Definitely!" I exclaimed, suddenly so excited that I almost danced on the spot.

We had rented out a good portion of a beautiful hotel for this. There were plenty of rooms for our family and friends to stay in for the next couple of days -- which also gave us both rooms to get ready in -- and also (most importantly) a really nice event room to get married in. Not to mention, a gorgeous yard to take pictures in and for the guests to explore when they needed a break from the dancing which would take place later on.

As planned, dad led me and Anthony to the side entrance for the event room. We entered and took our places at the Altar with the woman who was officiating. She had dyed red hair that looked surprisingly natural on her, was in her 40s, and radiated an air of love and kindness.

"So, does this make Luka the wife?" Anthony asked curiously.

I laughed. "He probably won't care if you call him that, but nope. We both identify as very male, and so, we're both husbands."

"Then why didn't you both walk down the aisle?" Anthony wondered.

I shrugged. "I don't really know. It's what I suggested, but Luka insisted that he get to walk down the aisle to a waiting me, and I can't say no to that gorgeous face of his."

Just then, the music that had been playing softly in the background changed to be louder and bolder. The main entrance doors were opened to reveal Cory looking like he wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He stood there in a fairly basic suit -- consisting of a white jacket over black pants -- looking decently handsome as he held onto a small bouquet of blue flowers. I could see a hand reach out and give him a little push, which made him start walking down the aisle. When he reached us, he stood off to the side where the 'maid of honor' was supposed to stand.

After making sure that Cory didn't burst into flames of embarrassment and burn to a crisp, I turned to look back at the entrance. After a pause that seemed like an eternity, Luka and his father appeared and began that extremely long walk toward me. I felt my breath catch and maybe even stop completely.

Luka. Was. Gorgeous!

His shortish auburn hair had been styled so that it curled ever so slightly and pretended to be a bit of a mess, but was oh so sexy. His makeup had been done to make him look handsome with a flawless complexion, but not womanly. His chocolate eyes were radiant with his emotions, making me wish I could run over and kiss them.

As much as I personally would not have cared if he was utterly naked (we could have had a nudist wedding, and I'd be every bit as happy), he was breathtaking in an expensive and intricately embroidered white tuxedo. I know he didn't identify as a bride, so when he said that I got the black tux and he got the white one, I didn't really think anything of it. Now I see that he was actually going for the pure white 'virginal' feel that brides favored -- NOT because he actually was, but because it was a symbol he had embraced and made his own.

The entire package was completed by an enormous bouquet he held. It was made up of blue flowers of all kinds, even a few roses (that must be dyed or something), and must weight quite a lot. He held it in both hands even though one of his arms was linked with his dad's.

GOD DAMN!!! I was highly tempted to skip the entire ceremony, throw him over my shoulder, and run off with him to our bedroom!

It was baffling -- even to me -- just how our relationship worked. We were perfect for each other and I CLEARLY lusted after him every bit as much as I loved him, but for the most part, what I loved the most about us was that we did everything else together. We slept together (actual sleep), we worked out together, we ran together, we snuggled up and talked about every little thing that crossed our minds. All in all, actual sex between us was fairly rare, but that didn't mean we weren't attracted to each other.

In fact, I was so fucking attracted to him right now that I I think I might actually be drooling! God! I gotta get it together! I can't be so besotted that I can't even remember my vows!

My brother and sister oh so helpfully threw little bouncy balls at me to knock my mind back into place. I looked over at them -- at first because I was curious as to what had happened -- only to see them both very overtly wipe the corner of their mouths. Right. Message received. Close my mouth and stop drooling!

Even though I tried my best to pay attention, the moment his bouquet was handed over to Cory (who looked more embarrassed than ever, poor guy) and Luka's hands were placed in mine, I had absolutely NO capacity to do anything but stare at him. Fortunately, I'm pretty sure the same could be said for him as he met my eyes the entire time.

Strangely, we must have had an autopilot on somewhere inside us, because even though I don't remember doing so, I somehow managed to get through my vows and the entire ceremony. And I don't recall Luka actually saying anything, but he did too. Unless we both just stared at each other so intently that the Officiant took that as our vows and kept right on going without us, hahaha!

Despite not remembering a moment of the ceremony, the kiss to make it official stands out in my mind as the best kiss of my life. And it wasn't even all that skillful! It was just slightly more than a pressing of the lips and only lasted maybe three seconds, but it somehow managed to send an electric thrill up and down my spine and throughout my entire body.

When the ceremony was over, we were all led outside by our hired photographer to take pictures while the event room was quickly changed from an aisle and altar to a banquet hall fit for a king. The reception itself was fun and even though we were both just a little clumsy and had no idea what we were doing, we managed to dance well enough to not injure anyone. Hours passed with fun being had by all, but eventually, we actually had to leave to check in for our 2am flight to Machu Picchu.

We were able to sleep snuggled up on the plane, and so, felt like no time at all had passed when we woke up to find that we were arriving. Apparently the fact that we were still in our wedding clothes, wearing matching wedding bands, and looked fresh from a party tipped off the other passengers that we were newlyweds. We know this because a lot of them had left us little notes of congratulations along with little presents such as extra packets of nuts and bottles of water. A couple of anonymous people had even left us envelopes containing money. Nothing much, mostly 20s, but it was touching all the same.

Our ride to the hotel was still a bit sleepy, even though we were awake. We snuggled in the back of the cab and talked. Plus kissed every minute or so -- just because.

"How was your bachelor party?" Luka asked, pressing a kiss to my neck.

I laughed. "I shocked all my friends because one of my co-stars was hired as a stripper and she and all the other strippers were so happy to see me. So, not only was I outed to my friends, but they then suggested an orgy and most of the guys were more than happy to agree."

Luka laughed. "Not so different from mine. One of my wealthier clients was so impressed that I had the balls to get married despite my line of work, that he actually hired a bunch of other prostitutes he occasionally frequented to help him throw me a party. The only friend I like enough to invite to my bachelor party is Cory, and since he's currently single, he was a little freaked out but not adverse at all to being fussed over by professionals."

I raised a brow at him. "You were working during your party?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. I was actually being pampered to my little heart's content."

I kissed him. "I bet you loved that."

"I so did!" He exclaimed with a grin. "I didn't have to lift a finger for anything all night."

I laughed, finding it so not funny that it was hilarious. "Ha! A porno party for the porn star and a prostitute party for the prostitute! Perhaps we should have switched halfway through, just to see what would happen!"

He chuckled softly and kissed me. "Let's save that for our anniversary."

"Deal!"

A thought sobered me up rather abruptly. "Hmm, you know, one of the things that first attracted me to you -- shortly after we met -- was that I could tell your smiles were fake. I didn't want to pry, but I really wanted to know why. I think I assumed that you had a shitty childhood or something. But as I've gotten to know you, I've learned that you had a normal childhood and no particular reason to hide behind fake smiles. So... I've gotta ask..."

He kissed me, giving me a warm and real smile. "I bet you can't say the same anymore. See, the reason my smiles were fake was because I didn't have anybody in my whole life that I felt I could be completely honest with. That I could trust with EVERY aspect of me. I was actually getting a bit depressed over getting kicked out of my apartment because the landlord figured out what I was... well, it simply reinforced the fact that I had to lead a double life -- like a superhero, but way more fun and nowhere near as glamorous. But then I met you and... all my smiles are real now..."

"Aww!" That made me melt and kiss him all the rest of the way to the hotel.

After checking in, we tossed our luggage on the bed and looked through a guide book. "Should we get breakfast and go for a run, or should we just head on up the mountain?" I wondered.

He pushed me onto the bed so that I was flat on my back. "First, I'm going to consummate you so hard that you'll be feeling me for days!"

"Mmm," I moaned in happy agreement.

"Then we're probably going to have to recover a while before taking a shower," he continued, already unbuttoning my suit jacket and shirt. "THEN we'll get something to eat. I'll leave our plans after that up to you."

"Mmm..." I moaned again, thoroughly enjoying the way he was making love to my neck. As a general rule, neither of us marked the other because -- well -- our jobs. Today was clearly an exception and the feel of him sucking bruises onto my neck made my blood run so hot that I couldn't think straight if my life depended on it.