A/N: Right, this is basically a PWP about P with P. Yeah; wrap your heads around that one.

Okay, in all seriousness, Erik is a pornstar, Chares is a fluffer, and there's lots of sex. You have been warned, or enjoy!

Beta: Twilight684

Fluffers.

God, Erik doesn't get fluffers.

No really, it's a word; go look it up. Urban Dictionary defines "Fluffer" as: (noun) a person in the adult entertainment industry whose job it is to give male porn stars blowjobs in order to get them ready to perform. Or there was also: Pornographic film industry employee who is responsible for keeping male performers aroused (usually via oral sex) between takes during a shoot. Another good one was: A fluffer prepares the cocks of pornstars for action on the set of an adult movie before the shooting of an explicit sex scene.

Yeah, you get the idea.

So when Erik Lehnsherr: Pornstar Master—okay, so the "Master" part may just be in his head—was told by his director, Matthew, that he'd be in need of a "fluffer", he got a little miffed.

Erik-I-once-fucked-for-forty-minutes-straight-without-c hanging-positions-and-didn't-come Lehnsherr does NOT need a fluffer.

But you see, it would appear that the scene he's shooting today is a "gang bang" scene, and the poor kid who's the star of it all is about to get nailed by eight guys—one right after another. Hence the name: Gang Bang. And the director doesn't want Erik and his famous cock—also in Erik's head—to last forty freaking minutes. It's not what the script calls for. No, really, they have scripts for porn. Who knew?

He was told that each guy gets ten minutes max with the boy and then it's onto the next one. They're pretty much going to run a train on him, is what it sounds like to Erik. But whatever, he doesn't care. He gets paid to fuck, and that's why he joined the porn industry fifteen years ago. Although, at the ripe old age of 35, he's starting to wonder if he's getting too old for this shit.

He glanced down at his cock, which was already hard—yeah, that's right, he can get hard on command—and then smiled. Na, I'm not too old for this shit, he thinks to himself, closing his robe again.

Also, they don't call him "horse cock" for nothing, and that one isn't in his head; it really is his nickname.

"Xavier," he hears Matthew call out, "you got Lehnsherr over there. Get to work. You have five minutes."

Erik turned his head, still seriously hating the whole idea of needing a fluffer—never in fifteen years has he ever needed a fluffer—and was instantly caught off guard by how incredibly sexy this Xavier guy was.

No, really. What was he doing behind the scenes? He should be in the front, all cameras on him as guy after guy plows into him…or maybe just Erik.

Then he noticed Xavier's eyes and, Jesus Christ, they were the bluest things he'd ever seen. And, of course, the next thing Erik took notice of was the man's lips—so red, so soft looking, so perfect. To say he looks like he was born to suck cock would just be….well, it would be right. Because he does suck cock… For a living… And now he was about to suck Erik's cock.

"Hello," the brunet said as he came up to Erik. "I'm Charles. I guess I'll be fluffing you now."

And, really, what else would he have said? I'm here to suck your cock before the scene starts?

Well actually, yeah, Erik supposes he could have said that. It would have been pretty much the same thing, only less classy.

"I suppose so," Erik said gruffly, still not sure about all of this. And, okay, so he gets what his director's getting at. He doesn't want Erik fucking the poor kid forever and not giving the other guys a chance. Although Erik still thinks that would make a smoking hot porno: him fucking the guy while all the others stand around and watch, not able to get a turn because Erik-I-once-fucked-for-forty-minutes-straight-without-c hanging-positions-and-didn't-come Lehnsherr was doing all the work.

Yeah, that would be a great porno. But that wasn't going to happen, not today at least—and Erik made a mental note to suggest that one to his director later—because Xavier, Charles, was already getting down on his knees.

Well then, apparently the man takes his job quite seriously.

Erik gave one last sigh of disinterest—because of the whole idea of needing a fluffer, not because this super sexy Charles guy was about to suck his cock; Erik would always allow guys like Xavier to suck him off—and then pulled his robe open, his jutting cock sticking straight out at his "fluffer".

He briefly wondered if-

Whoa. This Charles guy doesn't waste any time. Erik nearly fell over from the sudden and abrupt warmth that engulfed his cock.

Okay then. Straight down to business for them—that's fine.

Erik looked around set for a moment, wondering if he was the only one getting fluffed right now—he knew the boy he and all the other pornstars would be fucking was getting good and lubed up right about now, so surely he's not the only one getting fluffed—and then looked back down at Charles.

Biggest mistake of his life.

Charles was looking up at him, eyes searing hot and mouth wrapped perfectly around his cock and sucking Erik like he was born to-

Oh, that's right. Erik's already been over that… Never mind.

"Jesus," he bit out softly, but would later deny it and claim it was someone else who had said it. He had to place his hand on the table they were nearby—and thank fuck for that or else Erik may have fallen over, for it seemed his knees went weak without his permission—and leaned all his weight on it.

This must have amused Charles, the smug little bastard that he was, for next thing Erik knew he was humming around his cock, still staring straight up into his eyes as his head bobbed back and forth.

Good god. It was one of the best blowjobs Erik's ever had. Why was this guy behind the scenes?! What a waste of talent.

Next, Charles took a moment to pop off Erik's cock and give it a good, long lick—although Erik was pretty sure that was not in a fluffer's job description—and gripping the table harder was all Erik could do to not just pull out right then and there and demand they start the goddamn scene already.

And it was ridiculous really. Erik's had his cock sucked by hundreds, if not thousands of men before, so why was this one man making his knees go weak and his balls start to tighten dangerously tight and his head feel all light; and if Charles didn't stop doing that thing with his tongue on the underside of Erik's cock he was going come prematurely, and embarrassingly, early.

Correction: Erik did just come prematurely, and embarrassingly, early.

And straight down Charles' tight, hot throat.

Well then. That really just happened, didn't it?

Charles pulled back, wiping the small amount of come that didn't make it down his throat—Erik really wanted to whimper—with his thumb, and stared up at the pornstar. "Oh," he said in shock, blinking those damn blue eyes like he didn't know what he just did.

"Goddamnit, Lehnsherr!" came his director's voice next. Great, Matthew saw all that, didn't he? "Did you seriously just come? Fluffer! He's a fluffer! You're not supposed to come from the fluffers! He's just supposed to get you warmed up! Do you really not understand the concept of a fluffer?"

Oh no, Erik understands; he's looked it up on the Internet.

The director ran a hand down his face and may have muttered something about goddamn pornstars. He glanced over to the producer. "Now we'll have to wait at least an hour or so before we can film, and Janos is already all lubed up. Shit." He looked over to the brunet, who was on a large bed and waiting. "Hit the showers, Janos. Erik cocked this one up." He paused. "Literally," Matthew said as he turned his focus on the man himself.

And Erik, even after all his director's ranting and raving, just stared down at the man who brought him, Erik Lehnsherr—Master of Porn—off in less than five minutes. He looked over to where Matthew was and said, "Did anyone get that on film?"

The director slapped his face with one hand, and this time he did definitely mutter goddamn pornstars, before he stormed off.

The producer, who was close by, just made a face and said, "Actually, that was pretty fucking hot. We should get you two together on film."

When Erik had glanced back, completely in agreement with the producer, Charles was getting to his feet. He had that look on his face like he was about to apologize or some shit like that, so Erik grabbed him by the upper arm and dragged him close to where their bodies were touching. He placed his mouth to the brunet's ear. "I want you to be my personal fluffer from now on, no one else's, you got that?"

Erik swore he felt a shudder ripple through the smaller man's body. "Yes, Mr. Lehnsherr," he responded, only serving to make Erik's cock go hard again, and fuck, how is that even possible? Oh, that's right. He's Erik-mother-fucking-Lehnsherr; he doesn't have the biggest and best cock in the business for nothing.

"Call me Erik," he told Charles, mouth still dangerously close to the other man's ear.

Charles pulled back, just enough to look the taller man in the eye and said, "Okay, Erik," with a smile.

…

Two weeks later, Erik and Charles star in their first film together, in which Erik was supposed to be getting fluffed by his fluffer, Charles, who sucks his cock so well that Erik comes all over his face, thus ruining the scene he was supposed to go film.

The video's a hit.

END?

A/N: (Possible second chapter in the making…? Okay, it's in the making.)