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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies), Captain_America_(Movies), Marvel_Cinematic_Universe
  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Loki, James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Natasha_Romanov
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Natasha_Romanov, Thor_(Marvel),
      Frigga_(Marvel), Odin_(Marvel), Phil_Coulson
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit_Language, Pornstar_Bucky,
      Alternate_Universe
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      Published: 2013-08-24 Updated: 2013-10-08 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4594
****** Rogue Entertainment ******
by plastic_cello
Summary
     It had been a harmless white lie; Loki had only wanted a part-time
     job over the summer. But it evolved into so much more, once he met
     Bucky Barnes.
Notes
     I blame this story completely on Viv (Incubigirl); it was too good
     not to write. Even though, I need another story like a hole in the
     head.
***** Prologue :: A Harmless White Lie *****
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                       Prologue :: A Harmless White Lie
 
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It had been a harmless white lie; Loki had only wanted a part-time job over the
summer. One, more specifically, in the film industry; which seemed like a
feasible request for someone who lived in close proximity to the movie capital
of the world. But no matter how many applications he had submitted, the many
résumés he turned in, he had found very little success.
Undoubtedly, his age had been the deciding factor. He was, after all, only
sixteen years old, and while his intellect and maturity was notably more
significant than someone else his age; Loki still hadn't anything to show for
it. That was until he had lied, once he was two weeks into the summer break and
still unemployed with the threat of a stereotypical mall job looming over his
head.
He hadn't truly expected anything to come of it. He had only lied about his age
by a mere four years, after he had seen a listing for an editing job for a
lesser known film company called Rogue Entertainment. And by chance, he had
been interviewed and had been hired on the spot; due to his previous
experience, when it came to his high school's news telecast that he might have
referred to as a reputable local news station instead.
Despite the company not being a well-known name, Loki had had been grateful for
the opportunity nonetheless. He had been eager to start and work alongside
people within the industry, and found that his senior editor was a pleasant
individual too by the name of Phil Coulson; who warmly showed him around the
unremarkable studio in which they were to work.
His enthusiasm had eventually waned, though; replaced by something akin to
horror, once Phil had cued up the first scenes they were to work on. The
monitors had come to life with a burgundy-haired woman with pouty red lips and
a copious amount of cleavage that practically spilled out of her little black
dress. She had soon been joined by a non-descript man that rid her of said
dress and every bit of clothing on her body too; before they had fallen onto
one another and rutted about in an inappropriate manner.
It had taken an inordinate amount of time for Loki to fully understand what he
had gotten himself to. But once he did, he had been torn by either hurrying
away and running home or sitting still to perform the job he had been hired to
do.
Only when Phil had turned to him with obvious concern in his eyes, had he then
made the abrupt decision to stay. He couldn't have said why he did nor could he
have said that he wasn't thoroughly distracted by the pornography and the
girlish, exaggerated moans the burgundy-haired woman had made. In fact, there
had been very little logic to his decision not to run away as fast as he could,
and instead apply for a job that was by far more appropriate for someone his
age.
He had stayed, though; and within weeks he had learned the burgundy-haired
woman was named Natasha Lane and was Rogue Entertainment's number one contract
star. Much of the work Loki had been left to edit revolved around Natasha Lane,
whose exploits had been both shockingly explicit and oddly unappealing to him;
and eventually became nothing more than a matter of work.
That was until he had been left to edit a major scene without Coulson beside
him; he had already made a good impression with his coworker, to the point
where Coulson had allowed him to handle the final and most important scene of
Natasha's newest feature. One that she had performed with another important
star of the company, Bucky Barnes; which had temporarily left Loki dumbfounded
as if it were his first day on the job again.
Bucky Barnes had a boyish charm to him; an easy smile and brilliant blue eyes.
Even his lines were delivered as if he were a seasoned, mainstream actor. He
wasn't wooden nor did he rely fully on his physical prowess to convey the
emotion within the scene. Bucky Barnes was something special with a magnetism
that drew Loki in, and had aroused him embarrassingly enough too.
Then again, Loki had had known from a very early age that he was gay. The men
he had witnessed during most of Natasha Lane's film hadn't appealed to him,
though. They had been far too bulky and muscular and tanned; behemoth of men
that were far more intimidating than sexy. But Bucky was unique, defined but
not overly so, with a sweet face as he orgasmed; as opposed to his ugly red-
faced fellow entertainers.
Loki liked him; so much so, that he had gone home and watched many of his other
scenes. Several of which were performed with Natasha, and the likes of Maria
Lee and Peggy James too; all the buxom beauties that Rogue Entertainment had to
offer. Within Loki's fantasies, however, he and Bucky were the stars.
Bucky performed unmentionable things on him; easily drew pleasurable sounds
from his lips and caused his gangly, long-limbed body to flail and convulse.
And those thoughts had only served to compromise his ability to edit the scene
properly; and why Coulson had eventually sent him to one of the sets for a
change of pace, since Coulson had taken his intrigue for boredom instead.
It had been an unwise decision; a horribly bad one, in fact. Coulson could have
single-handedly been held accountable for what had commenced soon thereafter.
Loki could only blame his senior editor for the unfortunate incident, and every
unfortunate event that followed afterwards too. But more than anything, it had
been Loki's fault. Seeing as it had all come about because of his harmless
white lie.
***** Chapter One :: Hesitation & Reservations *****
Chapter Notes
     I was happy to finally get this out there; I had a block on my mind
     when it came to this story (for some reason). So I'm glad it came
     together in the end. :)
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                   Chapter One :: Hesitation & Reservations
 
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The Mediterranean style mansion sat in the middle of the Hollywood Hills;
shrouded by overgrown palm trees and various other kinds of greenery. The semi-
circle driveway was filled with half a dozen vehicles parked in front. Loki
steered his beat-up Camry past the stationary cars, before he found a spot to
pull into; closest to a sagging palm that looked ready to snap from years of
being weighed down by its own foliage. He just hoped that it wouldn't choose to
give way now and on top of his car no less.
Then again it would serve him right. He shouldn't have been there anyway. It
was already growing dark, far beyond his allotted work hours; not to mention,
he was about to step foot onto an adult film set which was highly inappropriate
for someone of his age. But that didn't deter him from putting the Camry in
park and then cutting the engine.
Phil had sent him there, already giving security the head's up that he was
welcomed. Because apparently everyone needed to visit one of the sets once in a
while, whether or not their presence was deemed necessary or not. And well,
Loki couldn't deny his curiosity had been piqued by the offer even if he feared
some uncomfortable moments ahead of him.
Taking in a deep breath, Loki pocketed his keys and climbed out of the car. No
one greeted him on his walk up the drive; in fact, everyone had seemingly
clustered into the entranceway of the home and in the midst of a cigarette
break. Even as they saw him mount the steps, they only nodded his way, and
didn't vocalize any concern about his presence there as he eventually stepped
across the threshold.
Regardless of his little white lie about being twenty years old, Loki was baby
faced and clearly a teenager as opposed to an adult. But no one seemed to share
that opinion; or maybe they really didn't care to know one way or another.
Since any sort of scandal could easily rock the industry to the core and well
so long as Loki remained on the technical end of the business there really
shouldn't be any problems with his involvement anyway.
The interior of the mansion was nothing short of breathtaking. Only a few crew
members mulled along the open floor plan; through the Tuscan inspired formal
dining room with several catered food products along the table, and beyond to
the living room where someone had taken residence on one of the sofa
sectionals.
Loki marveled at the many expensive finishes in the home; despite living in a
very nice house himself, this one easily surpassed it. The floors were covered
in a terracotta colored tile, while the walls were textured and colored gold.
Iron-wrought light fixtures hung from the high ceilings, leading the way
towards a grand stairwell where undoubtedly the filming was taking place on the
second floor.
For a split-second, hesitation gripped him; as if he finally understood the
gravity of the situation entirely now. It had all seemed rather hypothetical as
he drove to the address Phil had given him, and in a way he couldn't deny how
desensitized he'd grown from hours of watching pornography all day long. But
now he was really toeing the line between common decency and downright
debauchery.
After all, what would he have to gain by seeing an adult scene filmed in the
flesh? He hadn't even had his first sexual encounter of yet, so why on earth
would he want to watch Natasha Lane directed into a slew of inappropriate sex
acts? Especially when he considered the fact that he wasn't even attracted to
women at all; let alone the busty ones he had been subjected to almost on a
daily basis for the past few weeks.
Not to mention, the male performers were no more attractive to him than their
female counterparts. Loki found no appeal in muscle-bound men, whose faces
reddened and veins strained while in the midst of having sex. If anything, he
felt like this job could easily make him asexual; well, if it hadn't been for
Bucky Barnes that is.
The memory of Bucky compelled Loki forward, maybe in the futile hope that Bucky
would be on set now. He really didn't know what he expected, though. Nothing
was bound to happen beyond seeing the man in person, and he highly suspected
that becoming aroused on set would raise several eyebrows. Seeing as every
individual on the crew would have become immune to the performances, and he
didn't want to single himself out by being visibly aroused.
With slow measured steps, he mounted the stairwell and ascended to the second
floor. The volume level began to rise; someone yelled for the lights to be
adjusted and for someone to check the microphones. Once he made it the landing,
Loki saw where much of the activity was taking place; there was an open loft
area across the way, where several crew members were opening and closing cases,
and then rushing past a set of double doors at the farthest end of the
corridor.
Hesitation struck him again, which temporarily rooted him to the spot; still
watching as people filled in and out of the master suite. Just as he decided
that he really hadn't any business being there, a flustered woman practically
barreled towards him with what could only be described as a flooding sense of
relief on her face.
"There you are!" The woman exclaimed, before grabbing a hold of his wrist, and
giving him a good yank. "You've got here just in time; I was afraid that you
wouldn't show up at all!"
Words failed Loki, as the woman urged and pulled him along the corridor and
past the double doors. They rushed away from them, so quickly in fact that Loki
didn't even get a glimpse of the mayhem that was taking place in the room. He
was dragged around a corner and towards a nondescript door that was partially
open, due to an older gentleman with a baseball leaning halfway into the space.
Whatever conversation was disrupted by their approach; the gentleman, whose
appearance seemed to scream director, turned to look over his shoulder and shot
Loki a cursory look from head to toe. And that didn't serve to ease any of his
confusion nor the mounting panic that threatened to spill over into a
hysterical fit; but for whatever reason he managed to keep a cap on it, even as
the director pushed open the door further to permit him and the frazzled woman
access into the room.
"You're late." The director sneered at Loki, as they drew closer. "First day on
the job and you're already causing mass hysteria."
"Pardon," Loki managed to say, before he was all but pushed across the
threshold by the woman who manhandled him thus far.
"You have fifteen minutes, so make good use of it." The director barked, as he
stormed away without any further explanation than that; which really made Loki
wrack his brain for any task he was supposed to accomplish while on set.
Phil hadn't mentioned that there was any work to be done; after all, what could
he possibly do on set? He was a film editor and this trip was only meant as
some sort of reward or another. He hadn't any business being there at all, and
yet everyone seemed to have a different opinion on that.
He turned to the woman to ask what exactly the director had meant, but was
suddenly faced with the door shutting and a muffled call of fifteen minutes on
the other end. Baffled beyond belief, Loki looked at his newest surroundings;
he stood in a short hallway that opened up into a rather impressively large
room.
Regardless of his confusion and many reservations, he walked into the expansive
room to find several suitcases thrown open and spilling with clothing, and even
more clothes racks lined against the walls. Someone was crouched beside one of
the suitcases, shirtless with a mop of messy hair on their head. They went
about their business for a few more moments still, before glimpsing over their
shoulder with a pinched look on their face that sent Loki's heart into
overdrive.
It was him; the Bucky Barnes. Loki could only gape at him, as he stood from his
position on the floor and revealed his lean, lightly muscled torso. The
waistband of Bucky's jeans had fallen around his narrow hips, although he
didn't bother with pulling them up; instead he raked a hand through his already
unkempt hair before approaching him in an unhurried gait.
"Well," Bucky stopped only an arm's length away from him with an expectant look
on his face.
"Um, I…"
"There isn't any need for introductions; we only have about ten minutes. Now
hurry up; get over here." Bucky demanded.
Confused but suddenly eager to please, Loki shuffled closer to Bucky; close
enough to smell a mixture of soap, cologne, and cigarette smoke on his skin.
For a moment or two, he reveled in that intoxicating scent; marveled even more
by the brilliant blue of Bucky's eyes, a far deeper blue and almost aquatic
blue than Loki's own. Except his moment of awe came to an abrupt end, by the
twist of annoyance that marred Bucky's face.
"What are you waiting for? Do you need a formal invitation?"
"I don't know-"
"For god's sake, get on your knees already!" Bucky grabbed him by the
shoulders, and urged him to buckle under the added weight of his hands.
Loki lowered despite his reservations; his knees came into contact with the
plush carpeted floor in front of Bucky, and gazed up at him as soon as his
hands dropped away from his shoulders. Without any further preamble, Bucky's
hands reached for the button and zipper of his jeans; hurriedly undoing both,
before he reached for his softened member and presented it to Loki.
Horror, surprise, and a shot of excitement overcame Loki; although horror was
in the forefront of his mind. It was clear it was a matter of mistaken
identity; Phil wouldn't have sent him to do something without his consent, and
yet he couldn't bring himself to remedy the miscommunication. He felt like his
ability to communicate was wrenched away from him; leaving behind a pathetic
shell of an individual, who could only stare helplessly at Bucky's endowment.
His eyes shot up to look up at Bucky, who looked even more annoyed and
frustrated by his immobility. With his free hand, Bucky cupped his jaw and
attempted to urge his mouth open; which sent a sharp zing of heat into his
loins, and ended with his mouth dropping open in consent. Even if that wasn't
what he intended on doing, far from it, in fact; since he didn't even know how
to perform oral sex. Hell, he hadn't been touched by another human being in a
sexual manner beforehand either.
Even as those thoughts rushed like a typhoon through his head, Loki's mouth
continued to hang open until the head of Bucky's length was pressed firmly
between his lips. Soon the bulbous head pushed into his mouth and lied heavily
against Loki's tongue, and sent a tremor of disquiet and want through his whole
body. More so even, when Bucky wound his fingers through his hair to keep him
in place, and gave him an almost charming grin that he frequently witnessed on
the footage he'd been left to edit.
"You are a pretty one; prettier with my cock in your mouth, though." Bucky blew
a kiss down at him. "Now suck it."
Loki had very few options at his disposal at that point. He knew he could
always wrench away and explain that he was only a visitor on the set, rather
than a self-renowned fluffer. And while the embarrassment would sustain him for
years to come, it was probably better than trying to emulate the likes of
Natasha Lane when she performed fellatio. But pride had always been a problem
of his, and he hated to lose; even if he didn't know what he was doing.
The little he did know would only take him so far too, especially since he
hadn't practiced any of the basics beforehand. He did know, however, that he
needed to cover up his teeth and hollow out his cheeks; both of which he did,
before haphazardly beginning to suckle at the flesh provided to him. He also
attempted to keep in mind how he'd seen many of the adult starlets do this;
even if he knew it was a futile hope, he still wanted to try his best
nonetheless.
Slowly he lifted his hand to take Bucky shaft into his hand, and then bobbed
his head; sucking lightly but increasing the suction within moments. Something
akin to a hiss came from Bucky, which urged him to continue in a similar
fashion; even as his jaw prickled with a twinge of discomfort, as he took more
of Bucky's length into his mouth.
"Oh god," Bucky suddenly exclaimed, tightening his hold in his hair. "Stop;
stop right now,"
Loki paused, peering up at him. Unlike the many sex scenes he had edited, Bucky
looked far from aroused; if anything he looked even more frustrated than
previously. Now that Loki thought about it, recognized it even, Bucky wasn't
even hard; in fact, he was utterly flaccid.
Heat pooled in his face, as he slid off of Bucky's member; which glistened with
spittle and had taken on a reddish hue from being thoroughly sucked by him. He
imagined his cheeks were equally as red, if not worse by the narrow-eyed
expression Bucky was sending his way; far different than that blown kiss only
moments ago.
"I asked for someone pretty, but I didn't think they'd send me someone
beautiful who couldn't suck a dick to save their own life." Bucky scowled
disgustedly. "Just because you're pretty, well that doesn't make my dick any
harder. I should have asked Natasha to come in here and to do it for me
instead."
Shame and embarrassment threatened to overwhelm him by that statement, even
though he already anticipated bad results. He hadn't even given a proper hand
job to anyone but himself, let alone knew his way around the art of fellatio.
He really should have said something beforehand, rather than let it get to his
point; where he wanted to run out of the room, down the stairwell, and back
into his car.
"God, you are useless." Bucky continued after a moment, which only made
everything that much more unbearable for his already bruised ego.
Despite his desire to flee, Loki remained perched on his knees; leaving himself
open for any further insults that Bucky might have had at his disposal. Except,
the only thing that came from the beautiful man in front of him was an
exasperated noise and an utterance of unbelievable; before Loki was being
ushered into a standing position once more.
He was almost certain that he was about to be kicked out of the room, and face
the ire of both the frazzled woman and the director; which would only add onto
his growing horror. Bucky appeared to have a different course of action on his
agenda, though. As soon as he was sure that Loki was firmly on his feet, Bucky
sunk onto his own knees and reached for the waistband of his slacks.
Loki jerked as those deft fingers easily opened up his fly, and then proceeded
to yank down both Loki's slacks and underwear; to reveal his partially hardened
member. If he had been humiliated previously, well words couldn't describe how
he was feeling now. But all sound thought came to an abrupt halt, as Bucky took
him into hand and planted a gentle kiss against his exposed hip.
"Guess I'll have to teach you how to suck cock. Here's your crash course
lesson; so you better pay attention." Bucky then licked the tip of Loki's
length, until it began to harden exponentially.
A mangled protest burst from Loki's lips, in a feeble hope to derail the
situation but to no avail. Bucky dragged his tongue across the head of Loki's
member, until a violent tremor overtook his whole body. It felt both alien and
delightful; a marrying of the two contradicting sensations, that compromised
any movement he might have made.
His eyes fluttered closed, as Bucky treated his building erection with a swirl
of his tongue; expertly drawing the head into his mouth like Loki had done to
him. But instead of performing an inept job of it; Bucky began to suck on him
in a way that stoked a wildfire in his belly, and drew another strangled cry
from him.
While his sexual experiences were nil, Loki had pleasured himself like any
teenage boy did. He had become familiar with the ache in his groin, the
insufferable and drawn out build up to his orgasm; yet he hadn't been prepared
for those sensations to roar into life almost immediately by Bucky's mouth on
him; nor had he expected that he might prematurely come already just from a few
moments of being licked and sucked.
Bucky gradually sunk deeper onto his erection, and ran his tongue along the
underside of his shaft; before beginning to bob his head in a lazy and unrushed
rhythm. His hand squeezed the base minutely; resulting in Loki's quickened
breath and a wealth of desire to crash through him. He felt like he was being
swept away into an oncoming storm, and he was powerless to stop it.
His hips twitched, desperate to move; but he feared he might topple over if he
made any rash movement. He had no way to anchor himself down, aside from his
feet on the floor; and they seemed to want to fail him at any moment. He knew
it was only a matter of time, before gravity took its toll and he would
embarrass himself even further than he already had.
Except Bucky saved him; his unoccupied hand grabbed for one of Loki's wrists,
and all but drew his hand to rest in his unruly hair. Loki's other hand was
quick on the uptake and took hold of that soft mess of slightly wavy hair and
just in time too. Bucky had taken more of his length into his mouth, sucking at
him firmly and moving to and fro which intensified the pleasure even more.
The rough drag of Bucky's tongue on his hardened flesh, the wet heat that
enveloped him, and the friction and pressure of his hollowed cheeks was
twisting his belly in both pain and ecstasy. He felt like he couldn't take
anymore, as if the build up would be the death of him. And god what a death it
would be!
Loki clutched tighter onto Bucky's hair, and allowed his hips to buck forward
once then twice; which drew a rumble of laughter around his erection from
Bucky, and it only shot another wave of pleasure through his body. He cried
out, convinced that his climax was about to overtake him within moments, if not
sooner.
The all too familiar sensation wrapped itself around him, so intensely that his
limbs began to shake and go weak; and half-formed words of appreciation and
whines erupted every second from his mouth. His body bowed over Bucky suddenly,
regardless of his hands tight hold; while his hips worked of their volition,
trying to find that final spark to send him overboard.
Just when Loki suspected things couldn't possibly get any more pleasurable for
him; he then felt two firm hands snake around him and cup his buttocks, and
urge him to plunge further into that beautiful and talented mouth. Which was
exactly what he did; his hips pistoned forward erratically, consumed by his
base needs, and that moment when…
"Two minutes," a female voice announced loudly with a thunderous bang to the
room's door suddenly then.
Bucky paused mid-suck, which drew a desperate sob from Loki's lips. The
pressure in his loins was intolerable, torturous even; yet that didn't stop
Bucky from sliding off his erection slowly and with a vulgar sound to boot. And
that only made his arousal that much more painful; being exposed to the cool
air and to the total lack of friction as well.
With a generous squeeze to his buttocks, Bucky climbed onto his feet and
offered Loki a cheeky, almost boyish smile. Loki's hands had fallen easily from
Bucky's even wilder mane, but had to find support by grabbing onto his
shoulders; more so even, when Bucky leaned in and kissed him sweetly.
"That is how you suck a dick, sweetheart. Maybe next time they'll send me a gay
one, instead of a barely legal straight boy looking for easy money." Bucky
kissed him again, before finally pulling away and sauntering towards the door.
"If I were you, I'd probably take care of that before you get on set. Since I'm
the only one who should have a hard-on in the room, and well Nat isn't usually
flattered by hard dicks that aren't in her mouth or cunt."
Dazedly Loki watched Bucky exit the room, but not before he noticed him tuck
his erection into his jeans. So he had been successful in some way; even if it
hadn't been his mission in the first place. And that image was enough to carry
him through to his completion at his own hand; knowing that he had aroused one
of the most beautiful men he had ever seen.
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