Amazingly Ordinary
By Wes
Leigh
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I was sitting in makeup, acquiring new layers of decaying
flesh on my face. Apparently, the zombie
disease was progressing rapidly in my body, and I had to look the part, which
meant several extra hours in the makeup department every morning. While the talented artists were transforming
me into a zombie, I overheard a conversation that made my stomach churn.
The director and one of the producers were nearby, behind a
wall, gossiping.
"We're getting some great scenes out of the two of them,"
the director said.
"It's about damned time," the producer replied.
"I knew we would.
That Hansen kid has done it on every movie so far. He's worth every penny we're paying for him."
"You mean every penny I'm paying for him," the
producer said with a chuckle. "Were you
ever worried?"
"I was at first. When
he demanded we swap out the zombie for this new guy, I almost panicked. But Hansen pulled it out. He'll go far as a Hollywood actor. He's the perfect combination of whore and
slut, and he knows how to get the best performance out of his co-stars."
The producer laughed.
"You're right about that. I can't
believe he's only fifteen. The kid is a
natural at using sex to create chemistry."
The director snorted.
"I hope he's enjoying this guy's cock while he can, because we're almost
done with the zombie. Then it's back to
the studio for the rest of the scenes.
And I expect the same quality of acting from him there, without his fuck
buddy for company. I'll have to find him
someone to keep him happy."
If it wouldn't have messed up my makeup, I would have bent
over right then and thrown up on my shoes.
The lady putting on my rotting cheek gave me a sympathetic
look. I blinked back my tears and waited
for her to finish. Why should I
care? I had no right to expect anything
better. In fact, I should have
anticipated this, so I'm the fool for thinking it might be something more.
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Kristian showed up just as she was finishing my makeup. He smiled at me, happy and energetic like he
usually is.
I swallowed my hurt and walked out, leaving him with a
shocked expression on his face.
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Kristian found me an hour later, sitting under a tent,
waiting to be called onto the set.
He took one look at me and said, "Come with me."
I shook my head. For
once, I wasn't going to be ordered around like someone's dog. Or fuck buddy.
He took my hand and said, "Please. Please come with me."
He pulled gently on my hand, so I stood up and allowed him
to lead me to his RV. One of the
assistants tried to intercept us, informing us they'd be ready for us on set in
a few minutes.
Kristian turned and snapped, "We have something we need to do
first. Tell that stupid pikhoved to shove a camera up his ass if he wants
something to do until I get there."
The assistant dropped his clipboard in shock.
Kristian tugged my hand, urging me to follow him.
Once we reached the RV, he opened the door and pulled me
inside. Then he slammed the door shut
and locked it. He urged me to sit on the
sofa and sat down next to me.
Biting his lip, he said, "Maddie told me what those bastards
said. While she was putting on my
makeup, she told me what you overheard."
He stared at me intently. "None
of it is true, Johnny. None of it."
I wanted to believe him.
I really did. But he's such a
good actor ...
I sighed. "They said
you've done this on every movie. You
told me it's chemistry. It's okay. I get it."
Kristian shook his head.
"It started out that way, but it's not chemistry for me anymore."
I couldn't help it.
My stupid eyes filled up with tears and I started bawling. "Then what is it, Kristian? If it's not chemistry, then what are we doing?"
Kristian began crying too.
"I don't know," he sobbed. "I've
never felt this way before. About
anyone!"
I looked at him, swallowing hard to stop my tears. "Really?"
He nodded. "You keep
saying you're ordinary. You don't listen
to me when I tell you that you're special to me, that you aren't ordinary."
"Then I'm not just your fuck buddy?"
"NO! You're ... you're
... I don't know what you are to me, because no one has ever made me feel the way
you do. I'm trying to understand, but I
really am just a kid. This is all new to
me, and I don't know why I feel this way.
I only know that my heart is breaking when I think that we only have a
few more days together before I have to go to Los
Angeles to finish filming. I don't want
to leave you behind, Johnny."
He fell into my chest and cried while I held him tight.
"What's a pick-ved?" I
asked, gently rubbing his back to help him calm down.
"Huh? What do you
mean?"
"Whatever it was you called the director," I explained.
He stopped crying. "A
stupid pikhoved?"
"Yeah. That word."
He giggled. "It means
dickhead. I would have called him
something worse, but the tattletales would have gone running to my mom and I
would have heard about it later."
He sat up and we lovingly hugged each other for a few more
minutes. Finally, he looked me in the
eye and said, "I really don't know what we are to each other."
"I do," I replied. He
looked at me puzzled, waiting for me to explain. "You are my gift from God, and I am yours,
and that should be enough for both of us."
Maddie in makeup wasn't surprised when we both showed up and
needed touching up to fix our faces. We
sat in chairs, side by side, holding hands.
She smiled the entire time she made us pretty again. Well, she made Kristian pretty. She made me look like a decaying zombie.
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I was locked up inside a cage. As a precaution.
Kristian walked up, tears in his eyes, holding a hypodermic
needle filled with a glowing blue fluid.
I stuck my arm through the bars of the cage, freely offering
myself for the experiment Kristian had to perform, on the remote chance that it
would cure other zombies. We both knew
the risks. I could turn on him, tearing
him apart. That was why I was in the
cage. If the injection didn't work and I
became just another brainless zombie monster, he had to be safe, because he was
our last remaining hope.
Kristian took my hand and held it. When he finally looked up, our eyes met. We stared at each other, longing for the
moment to never end. He struggled to
keep from breaking down. I couldn't help
myself. A single tear escaped and rolled
down my cheek, captured by the camera that was zoomed in tight on my face.
Kristian placed the needle against the vein in my arm and
pushed it in. The prop needle didn't
penetrate my flesh, but I still gasped dramatically and opened my eyes wide in
pain as the injection spread through my body.
My head began to shake. I pulled
away from Kristian, falling down inside the cage and
throwing my body around in a violent seizure.
When the fit finally passed, I curled up in a fetal ball and gasped for
breath. Would the injection work? Would it heal my body?
Kristian sat on the floor next the cage, watching me
intently. "In one day," he whispered,
"you will live and we'll be saved ... or not." Like most of the rest of movie, it was a
totally cheesy line, but Kristian delivered it with his usual fervency and
professionalism.
"Cut!" the director exclaimed. "Let's do that again. Zombie guy, less shaking during the
seizure. We want it to look like the
injection is working before you die."
So we did it again. And again.
And my heart broke every time, because it reminded me that Kristian
would be leaving me all too soon.
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In Kristian's RV that night, I held his naked body spooned
against my own. I kissed the back of his
neck, making him moan and turn his head slightly, encouraging me to nibble his
ear and the side of his neck.
He arched his back slightly, pushing his soft bottom back
against my hard shaft. He wriggled
around until my cock nestled in the cleft between his cheeks, then he moved up
and down slightly, caressing me with his soft flesh.
My hands slid down his side, gently tickling his ribs,
counting each one as I slid my fingers along his smooth flesh. Around to his stomach, teasing the few hairs leading
from his belly button to the soft, curling hairs above his cock. Lower still, finding his thin teen dick, rock
hard, throbbing with anticipation. I
took him in my hand and gently squeezed, caressing him.
He groaned and thrust up in my hand, eager to begin, but I
pulled him against me, cuddling him, loving him, urging him to accept a slower,
more sensual passion.
I shifted my hips back and felt my cock slide down and press
into the sweaty gap between his butt cheeks.
He reached around and grasped my shaft, aligning it with his hole. I pushed.
He accepted. With gentle care, I
slowly penetrated him, not stopping until I was fully encased inside him.
I kissed his neck again and began thrusting ever so
gradually in and out.
He breathed in, sighed, and moaned.
And we made love.
When I finished, I pulled out and rolled over, offering
myself to him. He was as careful and
considerate, taking me and making me his own.
Neither of us slept that night, but we enjoyed the gift we'd
been given, even if was our last night together.
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As required by the movie script, the injection failed. The next day, during filming, I died inside
the cage.
Kristian was devastated.
He unlocked the cage door and fell on my chest, weeping.
The director was delighted.
"Great job, Mr. Hansen. Well
done, zombie guy." He turned and found
his assistant. "Marty, take zombie guy
to payroll. Cut him his final
check. Get his signature on all the releases
and stuff. You know the drill."
They hustled me off the set and steered Kristian away to
film his next scene.
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I couldn't help myself.
It was sheer torture, but I stayed around, watching Kristian from a
distance as he acted out his last scenes.
When they finally wrapped it up for the day, I wandered off, aimlessly
heading for my car. In my hand, I held a
check for $18,237.18. They sure took out
a lot for taxes, but it was more than I'll ever make in a single week if I live
to be a thousand years old. I should
have been ecstatic, but all I could think was ... it's over.
When I reached my car, I heard someone behind me yell,
"Johnny! Wait up!"
I turned and saw Kristian running after me. His eyes were sad as he said, "You didn't say
goodbye."
I swallowed hard.
"Yeah. Ummm
... I thought it would be better that way, you know?"
He nodded. "Okay."
I looked around. This
was so hard. "Good luck with the rest of
the film," I said, for lack of anything better to say.
"Oh, yeah.
Thanks. And good luck to
you. With ... life."
"Thanks."
"So will you come back and watch us
finish filming?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Sure. Might be fun."
"Great," he said, trying his best to smile. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled
out a key. He handed it to me with a
bashful grin.
"What's this?" I asked.
"The spare key to my RV," he replied.
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It wasn't gentle that night.
We bit each other on the neck while thrusting our hard cocks
against each other. I slapped his butt
cheeks until they turned red, while shoving my cock inside him over and
over. After I exploded inside him, he
threw me onto my back and slammed his cock inside me with only his precum for
lube, making me arch my back in pain, soon to be followed by ecstasy as he
pounded away at me.
In the shower, we were gentle again, soaping each other up
and carefully easing our aching holes and strained muscles.
Back in bed, we nursed on each other's cocks, pulling out
load after load of cum until our bodies were drained and we fell asleep,
exhausted, heads resting on the thigh of our lover.
In the morning, Kristian called one of the assistants and requested
breakfast in bed ... or I guess it would be ... breakfast in the RV. We ate our egg and sausage burritos as we
stared into each other's eyes.
"We finish filming today," he said.
"Yeah. That's what I
heard," I replied.
"What will you do next?" he asked.
"Look for a job," I replied.
"Now that I'm an unemployed zombie, I need something to pay the rent."
He grunted. "Sounds like
a good idea."
"Yeah," I agreed.
Kristian looked at me with a sly grin and said, "You know, I
heard about a job that might be perfect for you."
There was something about his grin that told me he was up to
something. "Oh, really? What is it?" I asked.
"It's a job as the personal bodyguard for a famous Hollywood
actor. A teen star from Denmark. You would have to go with him, wherever he
goes. Keep an eye on him. Keep the fans off him. Stay close to him and keep him under control,
because he may look like an angel, but he's a bit of a devil."
I nodded. I smiled. "I can do that." It sounds like the perfect job for an
amazingly ordinary guy like me.
The end of AMAZINGLY ORDINARY
And once again, thank you, Danny. Your assistance in writing this story was
amazingly helpful and far from ordinary.
Thank you for reminding us all how important it is that we not think less of ourselves, but that we think
less about ourselves, and more about others.