LarryxLaurent Requests (Boyxboy)

Lets Make a Movie p. 1

 This first request was from des_tinyyyyyyyy. I haven't written in quite a few years but i think this came out alright. I'm cutting it into two parts because I would like there to be a little bit of build up at least. I'm still taking requests so feel free to send me one.

Warnings for this story include: Graphic sexual content, strong language, incest and mild exhibitionism.

Any depictions of persons or names are purely fictional and are not for profit.

Also, as a side note, im not going to pretend to know any real French so anything marked "+like this+" with the '+' sign is going to be them speaking French.

Enjoy!

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7:30pm


Laurent found himself looking at the clock again, finding that the hand hadn't moved ten minutes since the last time he had. He couldn't believe they had spent the whole day looking at paper work. He guessed they had started around noon but to him they might as well have started days ago at the rate time was passing. He craned his neck over the back of his chair, occasionally glancing at his brother, who was also seated in a rickety office chair. He bounced his knee, shifted around, spun the seat back and forth. There was a reason he's never finished school, just couldn't seem to sit still. Not that eight hours of paper work couldn't break a perfectly stagnant man. It was pushing his limit.

Larry was similarly growing impatient. As much as Laurent kept himself from getting on his phone during a meeting, his made no move to hide his while texting. At least he was polite enough to keep his ear buds out of his ears. Even if he wasn't nearly thrashing in his chair, he could tell his twin was just as anxious to finish this up. All they wanted to do was dance and they still couldn't escape the bureaucratic chains of business. Papers always needed to be reprinted, re-read and then printed over again. Maybe at the end of the day something would get signed. If they were lucky.

He eyed the clock again, keeping his chin rested on his knuckles and lashing insults at the object when he saw the time.



7:31pm



"Laurent?" Their manager's voice came, breaking through his thoughts of frustration at time itself. His wide eyes darted back to her, looking like a dear caught in head lights. Her assistant was re-stacking papers, a new stack of papers.



"I know it's a lot but just hang in there okay?" She was sounding a little exhausted herself and the girl she'd employed to help her out had been snappish the last few hours. Laurent felt a headache coming on. If he had to read one more 'clause' or 'agreement' he was going to lose it. Luckily he didn't have to get to that point. Larry was already voicing his discomfort.


"Why we have to do this all right now?" He spoke shortly. Laurent's eyes were trained on him. Larry was a patient soul, it took quite a bit to work him down. But when he got to his breaking point, it was a sight to behold. He was sunk back in his chair, looking at the girl's from under his brow and his jaw set in a stern line.



"We have to, these have been put off all month" The manager tried to explain, ever gentle in her words. She knew better then to take offense to his tone. It wasn't her he was annoyed at after all.

"Well then, why we here?" He shot back, leaving the whole room on a confused note before he spoke again. This time sitting up and gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "This is you job right? So why we have to sit here with you for all day doing papers?" Laurent certainly had to agree with him on that. What was the point of hiring a manager if they had to suffer through every damn paragraph submitted to them?

"Yeah I mean, because this is so fun you know..." Laurent added, his voice thick with sarcasm.

By this point, the assistant was ignoring them, separating contracts onto the table and never looking up from them. The manager gave a visible sigh, her lips pressed in a line. "Because I wan't you two to know exactly what your agreeing to and where your money is going." He explained in a matter of fact tone.

Laurent seemed to build off his brother's boldness, "Yeah but then you don't explain why, when the paper goes back to printing again."

"It's all about wording and well..." She paused, looking to the side. Seeming to regret the words before they had even come out. "You don't have a great grasp of the language."

Larry was in a deadpan before he spoke again. "I understand perfect" Saying it with such confidence, as if his grammar didn't betray him. Laurent bite his tongue, knowing that correcting it wouldn't help their case. Even the assistant seemed to shrink back, the poison in Larry's tone setting everyone in an awkward mood. "You know what?" He began again, this time with a smile for them. "Is okay, you can go. Me and my brother, we got this."

Laurent shot his twin a frown, what did he expect to accomplish by dismissing their manager? He'd never seen him so at end with these meetings. But if anything at least everyone could take a break. He sighed and began rubbing his head, hoping they would get something to eat in the mean time. The girls were already gathering their things, sensing the seriousness his Larry's voice to be a final word on the subject. "I'll give you a call tonight" The manager announced as he pulled on her coat and rose to head for the door. Larry's eyes not leaving them until the door was closed.

Finally alone, Laurent cocked his head at the other and gave him an expecting look. As if he wanted an apology for the way he had spoken to them. Not that he was any better. But Larry wasn't looking at him, he was bent over the table pulling the papers towards himself and putting them in a pile again. Laurent's glare turned to a questioning look. "+What are you doing?+"

"+Finishing these fucking agreements+" Larry mumbled, flipping through the first pamphlet. Laurent knew he couldn't read English that fast...

"+We have to wait for them to help us Larry+" He reminded his brother. Maybe Larry was sore about the obvious language barrier but he didn't need to be so short with him.

"+I'm tired of them, Laurent!+" He dropped the pamphlet onto his lap, giving the other a pout. He looked like a child begging his parent's to take him to the toy store. "+It shouldn't take five fucking hours to sign a piece of paper, it just shouldn't! We can sign these things, get out of here and be gone before they even get back.+"

Laurent had been waiting for the chance to jump on his brother's case but all and all, that wasn't so bad of an idea. There were only a couple of contracts left for them, hefty ones but that's still only four signatures total right? "+Okay but at least let me see it+" He reached for the other contract, "+I can read better then you+" Larry had no argument to that.

They sat in silence, both of them finding it a little refreshing to actually read the words themselves. Although Laurent had to admit there were a few words he'd never heard before but he skipped over them with self-assurance that he still understood the text. This particular contract seemed to be for a film project. Written permission to use their names and faces and a release statement for all filming. Nothing stood out to him as something they wouldn't want to do. They both loved to be filmed and new projects were always fine by them. After giving it a liberal skim, he placed the contract on the table and scribbled his name down on it before turning it to Larry. "+Here+."

Larry did the same, not even flipping the first page as he trusted Laurent's English more then his own anyhow. His tongue curled out between his teeth as he did so. Meanwhile Laurent had snatched up the second contract and was already running over the words. This one looking more like an invitation to host an event. After a few minutes he realized a bulk of the pamphlet was just some redundancies about competition rules. His brow furrowed, if they're hosting an event why would they need to know the battling rules. People are so scared of getting their asses sued...

"+This ones good too+" He sighed, partly from relief but he was still exasperated from he amount of time they''d spent on these things. His brother was right, if they had just done it themselves they could have been done before lunch. Larry was looking more then happy to scribble in name on, and pretty far around, the dotted line.

"+Done+" He stated, tapping the paper with his pen one more time before he shot up from his chair and set the contracts in the middle of the table.

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The next few weeks past quickly, they'd only just passed into the next month and it already felt like they had too much to do. Events, workshops and battles. At least it wasn't paperwork. But at the end of the day he would rather be sore to the bone from dancing then from rotting in an office and he didn't have to ask to know Larry felt the same.

Currently, he was sprawled out on Larry's hotel bed, looking over the schedule for tomorrow. They'd both gone pretty hard at the club and his knee was acting up by the time they decided to head out. He sighed, reaching over to place his phone on the night stand next to Larry's. The Twin's always rented joining rooms, but even if they were fighting all the way there they ended up in the same room. No fighting tonight, nothing real at least. He couldn't help throwing a pillow at his brother when he emerged from the bathroom. Just because he could. Unsuspecting Larry flinched and then watched the pillow fall to the ground before he gave his brother an amused smirk. Both had taken a shower to wash of the stink of the club, but Laurent had been out for some time now, waiting for his twin as usual. He'd pulled on a black, long sleeve shirt and sweat pants. Something comfy to sleep in.

Larry was wearing a bugs bunny printed outfit, the legs pulled up to his knees, his jewelry no where to be found. Probably still hanging around on the bathroom counter. Laurent couldn't help but to find the whole look endearing. Even when Larry lurked over to him with the pillow in hand and whacked him over the head with it. He only laughed, raising his arms to cover his face in protest. "+Get off my bed+" Larry demanded throwing the pillow to the other side of the bed as he stood at his brother's side.

"+No, my leg hurts+" Laurent groaned, earning an eye roll from his twin. As if a sore leg had ever kept Laurent from moving before. He'd only told Laurent to get off his bed intending to squabble but really he never had a problem with it. Moving from hotel to hotel, it was comforting to have Laurent with him. The rooms felt empty when he wasn't there. Larry climbed onto the bed, sitting with his legs crossed as he looked down at the other's knee.

"+Is it really bad?+" There was concern in his tone, although his expression remained neutral as he began rubbing his chin.

Laurent only snorted resting an arm behind his head, following his brother's line of vision. "+No I just don't want to move+" He admitted, with a goofy smile. He heard Larry 'tsk' before he felt the weight of the other's head come down onto his chest. A gesture Laurent immediately recognized as a sign of worry. He loved the quiet ways his twin would show his feelings. Never had he understood how someone who was such a clown could be so shy, but he accepted it whole hardheartedly. He laid his hand down on the curve of Larry's neck and gently gripped the shell of his ear, stroking the pad of his thumb along it.

They laid like that for a while before Laurent broke the silence.

"+So tomorrow..+"

"+What?+"

"+We gotta go to the studio, for that film, so no goofing around tonight+" He watched the back of Larry's head rise and fall on his chest as he breathed, content to let him stay there. Maybe if he cried about his leg some more Larry would cuddle up to him the way he sometimes did.

Larry nodded gently, seeming to read his brother's mind when he wrapped his arm around his waist. Shifting so he could lay down and get closer, laying against Laurent's side. He released a hum, letting his own arm grip the one that was now snugly curled around him. Neither of them moved from that, sinking farther into the bed. Sleep already gripping too hard for either of them to care about getting under the blankets. Laurent's eyes began to slip closed, watching the bathroom light that poured into the dark room leaving it in a warm glow. The last thing he recalled before drifting off was the heavy sound of Larry's breath as he slept.


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Morning came quicker then expected, a crack of light coming in through the dense curtains. His head was pressed against Larry's back, his arm tossed over his hip. Even in sleep they both seemed to look for each-other. Sometimes tangled in each other, sometimes just Larry's hand gripping his arm from across the bed. He loved cuddling a little more the Larry did and it wasn't strange to wake up spooning his brother. He was going to snuggle his twin whether Larry wanted to or not.

Laurent rose onto his elbow and stretched before reaching over his brother to get his phone. Of course he didn't stir, the boy slept like a log. The screen lit up in the dimmed room and he sighed seeing that it was nearly 10am. Carefully, he rolled off the bed, leaving Larry for now. He found it was easier to get himself ready before waking the Larry to get him ready. It took two people to get that one out of bed. He took about a a half hour, getting dressed and freshening up. When he looked at the appointment last night it had been scheduled for noon. If he was being honest they were probably going to be late. Especially since he hadn't a clue what the video it'self was for, if there would be outfit designers there or if they were just going to shoot in what they were wearing. He opted for a white shirt, black jeans, his iridescent chain and the mess of beads and bracelets he wore religiously. Simple. Once he made sure all his twists were looking presentable he decided it was about time to get the baby up.

Slipping back into Larry's room he wasn't surprised to find his twin curled up in the spot where he had left. A smile crept onto his face as he crossed the room to the window and yanked the curtains open. A whine immediately escaping from the bundle on the bed and he curled up tighter pulling a pillow over his fluffy Afro.

"+Morning+" Laurent chirped, going back to plop on the bed. He lean over the other's legs trying to get a look at him from under the pillow to no avail. "+Get up or were gonna be late+"

After a good 20 minutes he'd managed to get Larry into the bathroom to clean up while he rifled through his brother's clothes. He knew his twin well enough to know what things he would wear together, plus he knew if Larry was allowed to do it himself it would take twice as long. Not that he minded taking care of his twin, it was his job as far as he was concerned. When the other finally dragged himself from the bathroom, Laurent threw the clothes on the bed. A matching white t shirt, and pants, black pull-over hoodie and an equally black jacket.

Larry just looked at the clothes for a moment but picked up the pants with no argument. "+Why so much black?+"

"+It looks good on you, right?+" Laurent raised a brow at him, coiling the black beaded necklace in his hands as he stepped over. If you asked him that necklace belonged to him, but if you asked Larry it was his of course. Laurent was humoring him today. Everything, including Laurent's clothes, looked good on Larry.

"+Yeah+" He said, voice still low and horse from sleep. Larry groggily began tugging his bunny ans-amble off at a pace that had his twin stepping to assist when he took 2 minutes to get the shirt off. Laurent was all but dressing him, himself. Pulling the necklace over his head and making sure it sat flat on the neck hem of his neck warmer. Larry let the other fix his hair, even smiling sleepily at him with his dark eyes, truth be told he liked being fussed over. Laurent was smiling back, his hands still clutched in the hood of Larry's sweater. He really did look good in anything, especially that smile.

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Despite Laurent's attempts to keep them on schedule, he'd almost forgotten to eat breakfast until Larry mentioned how hungry he was. They arrived at the studio a whole 45 minutes late, the younger twin still nibbling on his biscuit when they walked into the building. Vivid Studios, he'd never heard of the company, not that it mattered. The secretary who began looking into their appointment seemed nice enough and they began looking about the lobby that was awfully quiet for a week day. Maybe it was a fresh company. The structure seemed relatively new and up to date.

Not long after, a man approached them with a smile and extended his hand to Laurent when Larry took a stop behind his brother's shoulder.

"How ya doin' guys, I'm Mr. Martin but you can call me Floyd." Laurent took his hand and mirrored his smile, feeling his twin hover behind him. Like most people they had to look down at him and he bent down to get at better eye level with the man. Larry didn't follow.

"I'm Laurent" He takes his hand back to put it to his chest and then to his brother. "This is Larry." Taking extra care to make sure this guy was paying attention to who was who for obvious reasons.

"Great to meet you guys! Why don't you come with me and we can get to work." Floyd got right to the point, he appreciated that. He hated getting schmoozed by the people they worked with. They headed down a hallway towards the back of the building, the twins taking notice of all the rooms, not a single door left open. Nothing to arouse suspicion but it was a little odd. He couldn't help but notice Floyd taking out a ring of keys when they approached a door that was just the same as all the others and he silently wondered what kind of studio locked all its doors. He didn't have to look at Larry to know he saw it too.

They stepped inside, revealing something that didn't look like any kind of set he;d ever seen. No back drops, no camera tracks. Instead what they seemed to have stepped into looked like an apartment. A camera crew was busy setting up in the front room and turned to look at them before getting back to their business.

"Come on over guys get comfortable, this is our crew" The boys smiled and exchanged introductions with the group. Larry pulled off his jacket tossing it on the kitchen island that looked to be brand new granite. Laurent was still taking in the surroundings when Floyd spoke up again. "You like it? Just finished this year." He gloated, thought rightfully so. It wasn't a shabby place.

"Yeah they did a good job." He said before politely adding, "So who is directing?"

Floyd looked a little caught off guard and stuttered before his smile re-appeared. "I'm directing but if were being perfectly honest the funds are coming from a private party."

"Did you have script or anything for us to look at?"

"No, no for this we just want you to act natural, just be yourselves"

So they were playing themselves? Wouldn't have been the first time. Laurent nodded and bit his lip showing his teeth as he chuckled. "What about the other actors?"

"It's just the two of you!" Floyd's smile seemed to grow wider with that.

The Director walked him over to the other side of the living area, leaving Larry to finish his biscuit, leaning over the kitchen counter without a care in the world. His smile grew watching his twin off in his own little world, conversing with the crew, making them laugh. The director called for his attention, it seemed to wander more then usual these days. But when he looked down, his brow drew together in bewilderment.

He thought for a moment his eyes had betrayed him, Floyd was holding was looked to be various lubes. Dare he ask why. "What's that?"

Floyd looked equally surprised when he look up at him over his glasses. "We provide anything you need to be comfortable, especially since this is such a well...intimate thing with your brother I'm sure"

Laurent was beyond confused, but he but the inside of his cheek to keep at least a slight poker face. "Sorry but uh...we do so many project in just a few days..." He explained, hoping his nervousness didn't show even as he felt it rising to the surface. And he certainly felt embarrassed having to ask what the project even was, minutes before shooting. "What kind of film we doing?"

Floyd blinked, "This is an adult film". Laurent didn't respond and the director put it to account of his bad English. "It's a porn movie".

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Next chapter should be out sometime tonight.votes and comments keep me alive and well. <3

Touching things up, if this notifies you sorry for the inconvenience