Ha ha, you got it. It was going to be a sequel to Zach and Chris Make a Porno, fleshing out the comment fic I wrote, but I stopped work on it for a while and lost momentum. I'd say chances of finishing are an even 50/50, depending on whether I get re-inspired.
“It’s supposed to be on here,” Zach says, frowning at row after row of still frames of giant cocks and spread asses.
“What’s it called?” Chris asks, peering over his shoulder.
“Nick and Gabriel… something or other.”
“Which one am I again?”
“You’re Nick, I’m Gabriel. Why the fuck they stuck me with Gabriel, I’ll never know.”
“I dunno, I think it’s kinda hot.” Chris wraps his arms around Zach’s shoulders and kisses him on the top of his head. They’re still getting comfortable with this whole more-than-friends thing, but Zach doesn’t shrug him off. “Good porn star name, anyway. Better than Nick. Nick is so… blah. ‘Hi, my name is Nick and I’ll be your waiter this evening.’”
“You were actually hoping for Dirk Steelrod, weren’t you?”
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“It’s supposed to be on here,” Zach says, frowning at row after row of still frames of giant cocks and spread asses.
“What’s it called?” Chris asks, peering over his shoulder.
“Nick and Gabriel… something or other.”
“Which one am I again?”
“You’re Nick, I’m Gabriel. Why the fuck they stuck me with Gabriel, I’ll never know.”
“I dunno, I think it’s kinda hot.” Chris wraps his arms around Zach’s shoulders and kisses him on the top of his head. They’re still getting comfortable with this whole more-than-friends thing, but Zach doesn’t shrug him off. “Good porn star name, anyway. Better than Nick. Nick is so… blah. ‘Hi, my name is Nick and I’ll be your waiter this evening.’”
“You were actually hoping for Dirk Steelrod, weren’t you?”
“I’d’ve been fine with Brock Manmeat.”
“Of course you— oh, shit, here it is.”