Married To A Porn Star

Athiss walked into his house after a long strenuous day at work. Who would have thought that being a doctor would be this hard? Rubbing his neck tiredly, he unleashed a deep sigh as he thought about his life. He was told from the beginning that becoming a doctor would end up being the key to unlimited happiness. He wouldn’t have to face all the troubles and fears that other adults would have to. They told him, once he graduated, if he just kept his cool and treated patients with the patience and care that his expertise from medical school allowed, he’d conquer all of his problems.  And he had — until recently. Even though there were still situations that required him to seek additional teachings, he was still proudly able to say that, with his seven years of experience, he can treat patients to the best of his abilities. However, there was now something harder than saving the lives of sick kids daily and that was his marriage. Coming home after a stressful day at work shouldn’t be a strenuous task. In fact, after a long day of hard work, one would be crazy not to want to return home and snuggle up with their loved ones. However - and there was always a however in his life - Athiss didn’t get to have that bit of luxury. If this situation belonged to anyone but him, and they didn’t mind sharing or the prospect of a polyamorous relationship, they’d have some motivation to come home.  Who wouldn’t? After all, home was where all your stress and frustrations were meant to just melt away. He always knew that even once he graduated from medical school, his life decisions wouldn’t get any easier. He always knew that things would be difficult. But he never planned for things to get like this. He never thought he’d have to hide who he was, who his partner was, and what they meant to each other. Now everything was twice as hard, and Athiss hated it. He was a simple man, with simple life goals, and he hated the fact that he had to pretend he was single and - worse yet - straight. He detested the idea and thought of hiding the fact that he was happily married and settled down with the man that he has been in love with since his junior year in college. Athiss let loose a small chuckle.  Oh, they were married alright, but these days he could tell they were far from happy.  Sometimes he wondered if all the heartache and pain were worth it.  If he took the easy way out and bailed, would all of his problems cease to exist? He questioned his life choices from the point when he first met his love for now. Where did he go wrong? Why did he have to suffer while others rejoiced? Why was his life at the hospital easier to understand and adapt to than his own life? Shaking his head loose of those negative thoughts, he slowly pulled off his heavy winter coat and hung it on the coat rack before deftly unbuttoning the top two buttons of his blue striped shirt. He wished that he could just take a long shower, eat, and then retire to his big comfy bed with one he loved cradled against him. Unfortunately, he knew that all of that wishing was for nothing. At this precise moment in time, his biggest wish was that he wouldn’t be able to hear, to smell, and to taste. His mouth had become bitter and vile from the ongoing activities in the house.  Sometimes he just wished that when they had this house built that they would have made the studio soundproof so that when he arrived home after a long day at work, he’d be able to eat, bathe, breath naturally, and finally crawl into bed pretending everything in their life was as blissful as he wished.  But he knew that with the sounds of clicking and yelling that could be heard further through the house, some new i***t was down there with his husband.  Just thinking about it made Athiss want to run into the studio and show everyone who Vaughn belonged to. But they had an agreement that stopped him from doing just that. It didn’t, however, make anything that was happening in the studio any less painful to deal with. Now more than ever he wanted nothing more than to get down on his hands and knees and beg Vaughn to stop. They didn’t need the money anymore and, as time gradually ticked on, Athiss found himself getting more and more jealous and unsure about their relationship. With a long, tired sigh his shoulders slumped as he raked his hands through his maybe-too-long long black hair. He made his way into the kitchen hoping to find something in there to place his thoughts elsewhere. Opening the fridge, he allowed his turquoise eyes to roam around the contents for a few moments before they locked onto his favorite drink: cold water. He could have just walked over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed something strong enough to take the pain away. But he knew that sticking with water was the wiser of choices because Athiss always spoke his real thoughts when he was drunk and, at the moment, keeping silent was probably what was best for him and Vaughn. Gripping the cold bottle he began unscrewing the top as he made his way over to his favorite stool and sat down.  Just as he brought the bottle to his mouth, a noise behind him made him jump and the water went all over the front of his shirt. Quickly turning around he raised his eyebrow at the younger man standing in the doorway in nothing but tight blue briefs that snugly hugged his round ass and even showed the outline of his p***s with how tight they were. He was an endomorph with a pale complexion that complemented Athiss’ naturally tanned one. As Athiss’ eyes continued to bore into the man standing in his doorway, he couldn’t help but notice the freckles that decorated his skin. No taller than five feet eight inches, which was taller when compared to Athiss’ five foot two frame. Athiss’ husband was much taller than both of them, standing at a towering height of six feet and three inches. As Athiss' eyes met the ones of the man in the doorway, he regretted looking. He felt immediate aggravation at seeing the man's rosy cheeks and flushed skin.  He could smell Vaughn on him. Vaughn’s smell was unlike anyone else’s, so Athiss could pick the scent out among any crowd.  But this was no crowd. This was just one young man standing in his kitchen smelling like the man he loved. It made his blood boil. How had his life turned out like this again?  Oh, yeah. He fell in love. The boy was gaping at Athiss and Athiss, being who he was, wasn't sure what to do as the ‘young man’ just stood there. Athiss wanted to ask him why he was there, but Athiss already knew why he was in the house. So he just remained quiet, hoping that the man would just start explaining himself before Athiss got too agitated and ripped his head off and sent him on his way. But to Athiss’ surprise, seconds passed that felt like a lifetime without the boy saying anything.  “Why are you in my kitchen?” Athiss asked. He did his best to keep his voice as low as possible and his insides were screaming to throw him out and lock his love in a room away from everyone. The young man jumped slightly just as his cheeks reddened even more. This young man can blush, Athiss thought, bored. He watched the man open and close his mouth ever so slightly before he stuttered out, “I was told….that I could come up here and get a drink. I was - I mean, I am - thirsty.” Athiss raised his brows at the young man urging him to continue. The man cleared his throat and finally managed to speak. “Honestly, if I knew an angel was up here relaxing, I would've never come up and made a fool of myself in the first place.” He bit his lip and looked away.  A distant chord in Athiss’ mind thrummed. He didn’t know how to react to the exaggeration. Angels didn’t live in places like this. They both stared for a few moments more until Athiss gave a benign smile.  “I’m no ‘angel’,” he said, “but you can help yourself to something to drink in the refrigerator.  It has a bit of everything.” The young man looked at Athiss and blushed once more. If he blushes anymore, he’ll find himself with the rest of the beets in the Ceryian-Kalil vegetable drawer. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know that Vaughn had a roommate, especially an attractive one,” the young man explained. Athiss smiled slightly at the man before looking away.  “Yes. A roommate is definitely what I am, “Athiss muttered and confirmed the lie as a truth. Athiss watched as the man rushed to the refrigerator and opened it up. As the man’s eyes danced around the open fridge, Athiss looked down at his wet shirt and pulled the damp fabric away from his body. He heard the fridge close with a soft click. Looking up briefly, Athiss noticed the apple juice the young man now held. Before Athiss could make idle chit chat, the young porn star turned to him. “Are you single? Will you go out with me?”  “Uh…” Athiss breathed. “I’m...“ - married? Taken? Straight? - “...seeing someone.” “Of course,” the porn star muttered. “All the attractive ones are taken.” He looked up at Athiss. “He’s a lucky guy. Only a blind man would pass you up. Can I ask you something?” Athiss watched as the cheeks across from him flushed. “Sure.” Athiss wondered how dilated the man’s veins must be to allow such rapid blood flow to the face so frequently. “Is it serious?” I don’t know anymore. “Yes.” “Oh.” Athiss watched his eyes slowly wander across him again. It must be uncomfortable to speak with so much blood so far north, he mused. “All right. If it doesn’t work out, I’d be interested in taking you out. Vaughn knows where to find me. Just ask for Daix.” Athiss said nothing. What could he say when he was in his marital kitchen in his marital home talking to the man his husband had just finished f*****g and who had just propositioned him? The young man blushed again and Athiss chose to abandon his line of thought to wonder about the man’s health.  “Thanks for the drink,” Daix mumbled, waving the bottle. He bolted from the kitchen and, presumably, back to the studio. Taking a deep breath, Athiss made sure that there was no one else around before he unbuttoned his shirt. The water was starting to get to him, and he honestly hated it when clothing stuck to his skin. It made him feel as if he was dirty - unclean in the worst possible way. As he got up from where he was sitting he draped the shirt over his arm and made his way to the laundry room.  Once inside the room, he threw his shirt into the hamper, watching as it hung on the edge. He shook his head as he walked over to the shelf above the washer and grabbed a clean towel.  Gripping the towel, he harshly dried off his skin making sure that there was no residue of the water left. As he threw that into the hamper as well he smirked as the towel forced the shirt to go all the way in. He pulled open the dryer and pulled out the first shirt that he saw. Once it was on him he noticed that the shirt that he had grabbed was Vaughn’s. Shrugging his shoulders, he forced himself out of the room and further down the hallway. As he stared at the door, he wondered if being down here was the best thing for him. He knew that earlier he could hear the sounds of the filming but now, as he stood right outside the studio door, he couldn’t hear a sound. Which could be a good thing or a bad. But before he could overthink anything he made his way through the opening. He instantly regretted it with all of his heart because what met his eyes made him wish that he had just stayed out tonight or,  hell, that he’d just went to his parents’ house or a hotel for the night. He wished that he was anywhere but here at the moment. Normally he would do everything in his power not to be here on the days that filming was to occur, but, damn it all, he had forgotten that they had changed the date, time, and location of the film shoot at the last minute. With how busy his life at the hospital had been lately it's no wonder that he was being forgetful with important things like this. As Athiss stood there eyeing everything was in front of him he couldn't help but feel like he was overdressed in what he had on. Bringing his bottom lip into his mouth he nibbled hard as he looked down at what he was wearing. His tan pants that had not one wrinkle, was paired with Vaughn’s light blue t-shirt and his tan leather suede shoes. Even though he knew his clothing was spot-free he still felt a bit on edge being here. Taking a deep breath of air he walked over to Vaughn’s chair and plopped down on it as he did he watched as the scene played out. Biting harder down onto his lip he wished that he could avert his eyes from what he was viewing, but he just watched in muted horror as the one he loved more than life itself was smacking skin with another. He watched as his husband plowed in and out of Daix with ferocity. His green eyes screwed shut, sweat dripping down his sinfully sexy sculpted body - those defined pecs and abs and that hot v-line leading to that thick piece of meat always sent Athiss to cloud nine. His plump lips parted in a blissful moan, his dirty blonde hair - which was slightly longer than Athiss’- was disheveled, yet it made him look all the more handsome. That five o’clock shadow around his chiseled jawline just amplified his sexiness. His sun-kissed skin was flushed red. His bubble butt and groin area the only white skin left of his original body complexion. He watched in a trance as Vaughn gritted his teeth while hastening the pace. His biceps’ bulged out as he tightened his hold on Daix’s hips which were now red and pink with a few fingertip-shaped bruises starting to form.  As he watched, he grew more nauseous and felt as if at any moment he would gag, but with a few deep pinches on the arm, he managed to contain himself. Even though he wanted nothing more than to storm over to the pair and pull his husband off and out of the endomorph man below him, he knew he couldn't. No matter how much it pained him to watch his love commit an act that was not accepted by him, he couldn't - wouldn't -  do anything. The longer he watched, the more he broke down inside. Soon, his eyes started to gloss over as the panting and moaning intensified and the slapping of skin on skin was the only noise that could be heard.  Letting his lip go, Athiss gritted his teeth together as he watched both men, the man that had just been in his kitchen and the man that he had loved since he was in his junior year of college, moan and groan without a care in the world. Once he had seen and heard enough he quietly stood up, taking one last look at the scene in front of him. He carefully turned around and started to leave the room. However, his life just always loved throwing curveballs at him and, before he could successfully reach the exit, he lost his footing and began to fall. He thought for sure that he was going to hit the ground in one big heap but, just as he was preparing himself for the physical pain of hitting the hard floor, he felt a pair of strong, muscular arms go around his waist stopping his descent. As Athiss lifted his gaze, he noticed it was the director. He had met him once or twice before when Vaughn and he had meetings at the house. Athiss shivered as he watched the director’s eyes rake over his body. He immediately knew that the director was thinking only one thing from the lusty gaze that was currently being directed towards him. He knew that this director had approached Vaughn on numerous occasions asking for the possibility that Athiss be willing to make a porn video with Vaughn.  However, the director knew better than to bring up that tenuous topic ever again after the last time and Athiss knew that neither he nor Vaughn would ever allow such a thing to take place. It was a taboo subject. Athiss quickly pulled away from the director. Smiling awkwardly he whispered his excuses. “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make such a commotion while you were filming. I just couldn't take it anymore.” As those words left his lips he sprinted from the room as quickly as possible. His eyes were burning and he knew, soon enough, tears would fall uncontrollably. He knew that as long as he made it to his bedroom he didn't have to care about the strong barrier that he had placed around himself to protect what was left of his fragile heart. If that wasn't already bad enough, having the director touch him had made him feel uncomfortable. He felt as if a swarm of fire ants were crawling up his body, making it burn and hurt in ways that he couldn't explain. He knew that he wouldn't have to care about how much he cried or how puffy his eyes would become after all of those tears were let loose. So, he quickly sped up his pace, running down the hall and up the stairs until he came to his room. The first tear broke free from his left eye, then another soon after from his right. Stumbling into the room, he managed to run to the bed. He pulled the covers over his head finally letting all restraint fly out of the window. He felt more tears break loose, one after another.  He was gasping and clutching onto his heart like it was his only lifeline and, at that moment, he knew something had to change. He was going to make his room ‘their room’ once again, no matter the cost. He couldn’t keep living like this. He was in pain.