Fic: Connecting the Dots 1/19; AU; NC-17 (sex, language)
Title: Connecting the Dots: Prologue - 1/19 (completed)
Chapter Pairing: Evan/various, Jason (OMC)
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Chapter Word Count: 3378
Chapter Summary: How Evan arrives at the Stargate Program
Notes: Connecting the Dots is a look at Evan's journey throughout Stargate. Overall it's approximately 38,000 words, with chapter ratings mostly hovering between PG-13 and NC-17. I began this some time ago (>1 year) and it was initially betaed by fififolle and whytewytch4 who provided great feedback on plot, punctuation and a host of other issues. (Thanks!) Any remaining issues are completely attributable to me.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be back next semester,” Evan says to his lab partner, Jason, as they sit in Evan’s room having lunch.
“Dude! What’s going on?”
“I can’t afford it,” Evan says dejectedly. “My scholarship just covers tuition and books. If I can’t find a way to make more money I’m going to have to move back home. My family can’t afford to send me any money and I refuse to go back and get a job as a toll booth operator.”
“What’s going on with your job at the mall?”
“I work maybe ten hours a week. I either pay rent or I eat.” Evan holds up the peanut butter sandwich he’s eating.
Jason smiles. “I know just the gig for you.”
“What?” Though they’ve only known each other for a few weeks, Evan has learned enough about his new friend to be wary of anything Jason is about to suggest. Having witnessed a few students acceding to Jason’s commands, the idea that walking around campus right now are guys who think Jason is the president of a secret fraternity is both baffling and scary.
“There’s this place I hang out that I know would hire you in a heartbeat - even if I didn’t know the owner.”
---
“You’re shitting me, right?”
“Nope,” Jason says proudly. “This is the place.”
Evan stares at the building in front of him in shock. Though it is in better condition than most of the other buildings on the street, it has definitely seen better days. However what puts him off is the sign in a window advertising private booths. “I am not stripping,” he says adamantly.
“Come on, Evan. It’s not as bad as all that. Look, just go inside, take a look around, talk to Charles. If you still don’t want to do it then fine. I’ll help you pack when you get ready to move back home.”
Evan glares at Jason. If he weren’t so desperate for money, he wouldn’t even consider it. “Fine,” he says with a sigh. “Let’s just get this over with so I can call that guy back at the sandwich shop.”
He follows Jason inside and it’s everything he thought it would be: loud, dark and full of older guys stuffing money in the g-strings of guys one-third their age. Moving to the back of the building they enter the office and are greeted by a forty-something, dishwater-blonde woman.
“Hey, Jason. Is this the friend you were telling us about? I sure as hell hope so,” she says to Evan as her eyes move over his body. “You could make two-hundred a night just by walking out and smiling. If you look just as good under all those clothes - and I’m sure you do - you’ll get five easy.”
Evan blushes uncomfortably under her gaze. The idea that someone old enough to be his mother would want him that way is more than a little disconcerting. He knows he’s attractive; he’s been told just about daily since he was in middle school. Of average height, he’s kept up a workout routine that has resulted in toning and a modest increase in his muscles. His blue eyes are framed by dark, expressive eyebrows and thick, dark hair that hangs just below his shoulders.
“Charles is back in the dressing rooms laying into Sal,” she continues. “Found out he was approaching the customers for more than a dance. Charles doesn’t put up with whoring,” she explains for Evan’s benefit.
They make their way out of the office and around the stage finally entering a hall connected to the dressing rooms. Even over the pounding and thumping of the music they can hear shouting. As they reach the door for the locker rooms it bursts open and a half-dressed guy runs through it to the far end of the hall and out the back entrance. They stand frozen with surprise. After a moment, a tall, angry man comes out muttering to himself, breathing hard with frustration. Seeing the two of them, he glares at Evan.
“I’m telling you right now,” he says pointing a finger in Evan’s face. “If you even think about selling yourself within these four walls, I’ll make sure you never fuck anybody again. Got it?”
“No worries there,” Evan replies evenly with a shrug. “I can’t even give it away.”
The man gives Evan a once over. “Don’t intimidate easy, do ya kid?”
“No, sir.” Evan smirks.
“Smart ass or just too stupid to care?”
Evan shrugs. “Mostly smart ass. But that’s only because I know I can hold my own.”
“Do one set tonight for that piece of shit I just got rid of and I’ll guarantee you one-fifty out the door. You make more than that, and going forward, I get 10%.”
“But, um, I’ve never danced,” Evan says nervously.
“You’ll be fine.” Jason drags him into the dressing room. They locate some extra costumes and choose a police uniform for Evan. “Just dance - listen to the music and move,” he continues as Evan goes behind a screen to change.
“But, what about - ”
“Evan. You can do this. Believe me; the guys out there will love you. I know I do,” he adds seductively.
“Jason,” Evan warns. Since being paired up as lab partners, Jason has tried everything he has to get Evan into bed. While Evan is flattered and a little interested he has no desire to be another notch on Jason’s bedpost.
Jason rolls his eyes. “Fine. We can watch a few of the others before you go on.”
After observing three dancers, Jason signals the DJ and Evan is introduced. Walking onto the stage, Evan steps nervously to the front. In his mind he keeps repeating the reason why he’s dancing to give him the courage to do it.
He promised himself as a boy that he would do anything he could to help people in areas prone to earthquakes. During a minor tremor, his father was killed in an aftershock after losing control of his car when it crossed a newly opened crack in the earth. After that Evan began learning everything he could about geology. He worked hard to earn his current scholarship. If he keeps his grades up, he’ll be able to secure more money to study seismology in graduate school.
When his music starts, he stutteringly moves his body along with the rhythm. Having seen himself in a mirror, he knows the costume is hugging him in all the right places and with his hair under the hat, he knows he fits the part. Trying to keep that in mind, he moves more confidently across the stage, teasing the men in the front rows. By the time he reaches for the first button on his shirt, he’s had over $100 shoved in his pockets.
Trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation he begins undressing, calling upon moves he’s seen in various movies. When his shirt finally comes off the crowd goes crazy. Leaving the hat on, he begins slowly removing his pants. As his package comes into view from behind his zipper the cheers and catcalls become louder. Once the pants are removed he stands for a moment, letting everyone get a good look at him. While he’s never been embarrassed about it, he’s always been self-conscious about keeping his over-sized endowment hidden. Now he’s being paid to show it off. With the police baton still in his hand, he rubs it over his body, using it suggestively, allowing the crowd’s reactions to guide him.
Just before the music ends he removes the hat allowing his thick locks to fall over his shoulders. As he takes a final stroll around the stage more money is shoved in his already overstuffed pouch.
Walking off the stage he’s shocked to think about the money he’s collected from the performance. He’s always been modest in his behavior and dancing for money is something he never imagined himself doing. However if it allows him to remain in school he can sacrifice a bit of decorum for his education.
---
“You were hot,” Jason says as Evan comes off stage.
“You always say that.” Evan smiles back at him.
“Because you always are.”
“The answer’s still no,” Evan says liltingly.
It’s been almost a year since he started dancing and each night Jason has been there complimenting him. During that time he’s added a little more muscle mass and his hair now reaches the small of his back. Being the most popular dancer in the club he only works two nights a week, clearing a minimum of $500 each night.
“I bet if I paid you $1500 an hour you’d change your mind.”
“What?”
“Fifteen-hundred. Per hour. All you’d have to do is look pretty - which for you won’t be too difficult.”
Evan doesn’t hide his annoyance. “Are you talking about me being an escort again?”
“Yeah. You know that guy who always sits at the corner watching and drinking but never tips? He called me over earlier and asked if you would be interested. No sex. Just accompanying him to a dinner party next week. You’d get paid for two hours up front - minus my ten per cent commission - and an additional grand for clothes. The balance will be paid at the end of the night.”
“Your commission?” Evan laughs. “But really, what’s the catch?”
“None as far as I can see. Here’s his card. Call him tomorrow after three to set it up.”
Evan narrows his eyes at Jason. “When did I agree to you pimping me out?”
Jason grins. “Just now when you didn’t kick my ass.”
---
Jason bursts into Evan’s bedroom. “Oh my God!” With the money he’s made over the past eighteen months, Evan’s rented an apartment that he shares with Jason, who is now his manager. “Evan, you’ll never believe this!”
Evan glares at Jason. “If it’s that asshole again I’m going to kick your ass for even telling me about it. Then I’m going to go find him and kick his ass. And then I’m going to come back and beat the shit out of you for wasting my time having to kick your asses when I should have been studying. I told you, I don’t care how much he offers I’m not doing it!”
“Evan.” Jason sits on the bed and looks up at him. “He says he’ll give you five grand to sit and watch you jack off for half an hour. Five thousand dollars to beat your meat! He says you can pick the location that way you can be sure there are no cameras. If you want, I’ll go with you to make sure there’s no funny business.”
“I just bet you would.” Evan takes a moment to think it over. Back when he first started dancing he swore to himself that he would never sell himself in this way. But, he reasons, this is not actually sex just sanctioned voyeurism. “No sex?”
“None.”
---
Looking at the man’s face beneath him Evan smirks. Though he would never consider himself a sadist, he loves the mix of pain and pleasure present when he penetrates someone for the first time. Though he’s become known for his prowess, his first time with most people often leaves them surprised that a man of his stature would possess something so large.
While he promised himself he’d never go this route it’s not too bad. As an escort in demand he gets to pick and choose his clients from among the few that can afford his rates. And even then it’s only when he decides to take a client.
As his body moves on autopilot he runs over some of the terms and dates for his exam tomorrow. With a high enough score on this test he’ll be guaranteed entry into the school’s masters program. And even if they don’t offer him much in the way of scholarships and grants the money he has stashed away will cover the cost.
His thoughts are interrupted by a prolonged moan and splashes of warmth on his chest. Pulling his hair out of the way of the friendly fire, Evan grins in satisfaction as he leans down to whisper in the man’s ear.
“Five minutes? That’s a record for me. Most guys can usually make it to seven before their first orgasm.”
“First?” They guys voice is shaking with a mix of arousal, fear and awe.
“You paid for an hour,” Evan says dangerously. “Jason warned you that it might be a bit much your first time but that’s what you chose. It’s my job to make sure you’re not only satisfied but that you get your money’s worth.” He raises himself back up on his arms and shakes his head so that his hair falls around his shoulders. It forms a curtain around them, cutting off everything else in the room from view. He locks eyes with the man below him and begins to slowly push his cock deeper, corkscrewing his hips, touching every inch of the man’s insides. “It’s going to be at least forty-five minutes before I come so you may as well enjoy the ride,” he says with a smug grin.
---
“Come on, Evan! If you do this, you’ll pretty much be set for life!”
“I know. But I don’t know if I really want something like this out there for the rest of my life. Or longer…”
“Yes, but think of it this way: How many geologists can say they’re hot and were porn stars? I can’t think of one.” Jason walks behind where Evan is sitting at his desk. He begins brushing Evan’s hair before gathering it to braid.
“And I don’t want to be the first.” Evan sighs. “Why is it that you’re always trying to sell my body and not yours?”
“Have you ever looked at yourself, Pierce Hardy?” Jason asks incredulously, using Evan’s stage name. “Dude, for the past four years you’ve been the hottest thing in demand around here and you don’t understand why? Really?”
“I get that. But why can’t someone like me for my mind as well? Why is it only my body?”
“Evan. Someone does like you for your mind. You just refuse to accept it. Do you think I hang around you just because I think you’re hot? Have you noticed that since you started dancing all those years ago I haven’t been out with anyone else? At all.”
“Yeah. But I just thought -”
“Why do you think I study with you? You are the smartest guy in the program. You also just happen to be a hot ass fucker.”
“When you put it like that…”
“Yes, you ass. I really do like you.” Jason leans down and gives Evan a chaste kiss on the cheek. “And as both your friend and manager I’m telling you to take this opportunity. I’ll have my brother look over the contract to make sure - he’s an attorney in the Air Force - but you get final say in this, as always.” Finished with the braid Jason ties it off with an elastic band and drapes it over Evan’s shoulder.
“Fine,” Evan sighs.
---
“You wanted to see me, Professor?”
“Yes. Come in, Evan. Have a seat.”
Evan takes the only empty seat at the conference table. Though focused on his professor, he can’t help giving a suspicious glance at the two United States Air Force officers sitting to his professor’s left.
“Evan,” his professor continues, “this is Captain Carter and Colonel O’Neill. They would like to speak to you. I want you to know they approached me about this. I am here only to make sure you are not bullied into anything.”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” O’Neill mutters.
“Evan.” Carter smiles disarmingly, the effect of which does put him at ease. “We are here to offer you a position with the Air Force as a geologist. The last few papers that you wrote display outstanding science and technical ability. Combined with your exceptional grades and more than a few recommendations, we think you would be a great addition to a project we have.”
O’Neill clears his throat before speaking. “You would be required to enlist. However, upon completion of basic training, you would be brought in as a second lieutenant. Your term of service would be four years; all food and lodging would be provided, and you would receive a salary for your services. After your time is up, you could walk away. Or re-enlist,” he adds with a hopeful raise of an eyebrow.
“What would I be doing?”
“Unfortunately, we can’t tell you,” Carter answers. “In fact, due to the delicate nature of the project, you would not know until after you’ve completed training and are en route to the location. You would be required to sign a nondisclosure agreement as well as numerous addenda for security clearances. We’ve already completed a background check.” Though she blushes, her voice gives nothing away. “There is nothing that would prevent you from serving…though there are some things that would need to be taken care of.”
“Besides a haircut,” O’Neill mumbles.
---
“You’ll never believe this!”
“What now, Jason?” Evan sighs into the phone.
“They’ve doubled their offer! Fifty-thousand per scene, a fifty-thousand signing bonus, plus royalties in perpetuity for a five-year exclusive contract!”
“Five years?”
“And they are guaranteeing ten scenes per year for the first two years! One million in two years!”
“Great.” Evan says, unimpressed.
“They’d like to talk to you tonight after your shoot. I told them to expect us around eight.”
“Okay.”
Disconnecting the call, Evan continues his drive to the studio where he is to do a one-off scene. Arriving in the parking lot, he remains in the car thinking. Never in his life had he planned to become a porn star. He’s already filmed two scenes and is scheduled to do another tonight. But it’s not where his heart is. Even now, he continues his geology work in the hopes of being out in the field someday. But the promise of being able to effectively retire in five years and not worry about money is tempting.
Fishing a card from the floorboard, he dials.
“O’Neill.”
“Colonel O’Neill, this is Evan Lorne. We talked the other day?”
“Yes. How can I help you?”
“I’d like to meet you to continue our conversation.”
“Fine. Park at the shopping center around the corner and I’ll meet you in about five.”
Evan looks out the car’s windows. “You know where I am?”
O’Neill laughs as he terminates the call.
---
On a private flight to parts unknown, Evan smiles as he looks out over the mountainous terrain. He runs a hand across his shorn head, a symbol of his new life. Though it’s been two months he’s still surprised by its feel.
He has no regrets but he was not happy with the direction his life had been taking. Yes, the money was good but as they say, money can’t buy happiness. Knowing that he now has a future doing what he loves has him excited and ready to get to the next level.
Sensing someone approach in the tiny aircraft, Evan looks up and sees the copilot nearing his seat.
“Lieutenant Lorne, I’m Captain Davis. I will be briefing you on your posting en route. Before we begin you’ll have to sign these. They are standard non-disclosure agreements. Feel free to read them over but suffice to say if you breathe a word of any of this to anyone without clearance, you will be charged with treason and spend the short remainder of your life locked in a cell far from the comforts of home awaiting death.”
“Yes, sir.” Without a second glance, Evan scribbles his signature on a number of lines.
“And this is your acknowledgment of your new clearances. By signing these, you understand that you will be exposed to sensitive information that is not to be shared with anyone outside of your Wing.”
“Yes, sir.”
Davis passes Evan a stack of thick folders.
“Lieutenant Lorne, you have been assigned to a new, top secret installation. Based out of there is what is known in limited circles as the Stargate Program…”
Chapter 1
Chapter Pairing: Evan/various, Jason (OMC)
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Chapter Word Count: 3378
Chapter Summary: How Evan arrives at the Stargate Program
Notes: Connecting the Dots is a look at Evan's journey throughout Stargate. Overall it's approximately 38,000 words, with chapter ratings mostly hovering between PG-13 and NC-17. I began this some time ago (>1 year) and it was initially betaed by fififolle and whytewytch4 who provided great feedback on plot, punctuation and a host of other issues. (Thanks!) Any remaining issues are completely attributable to me.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be back next semester,” Evan says to his lab partner, Jason, as they sit in Evan’s room having lunch.
“Dude! What’s going on?”
“I can’t afford it,” Evan says dejectedly. “My scholarship just covers tuition and books. If I can’t find a way to make more money I’m going to have to move back home. My family can’t afford to send me any money and I refuse to go back and get a job as a toll booth operator.”
“What’s going on with your job at the mall?”
“I work maybe ten hours a week. I either pay rent or I eat.” Evan holds up the peanut butter sandwich he’s eating.
Jason smiles. “I know just the gig for you.”
“What?” Though they’ve only known each other for a few weeks, Evan has learned enough about his new friend to be wary of anything Jason is about to suggest. Having witnessed a few students acceding to Jason’s commands, the idea that walking around campus right now are guys who think Jason is the president of a secret fraternity is both baffling and scary.
“There’s this place I hang out that I know would hire you in a heartbeat - even if I didn’t know the owner.”
---
“You’re shitting me, right?”
“Nope,” Jason says proudly. “This is the place.”
Evan stares at the building in front of him in shock. Though it is in better condition than most of the other buildings on the street, it has definitely seen better days. However what puts him off is the sign in a window advertising private booths. “I am not stripping,” he says adamantly.
“Come on, Evan. It’s not as bad as all that. Look, just go inside, take a look around, talk to Charles. If you still don’t want to do it then fine. I’ll help you pack when you get ready to move back home.”
Evan glares at Jason. If he weren’t so desperate for money, he wouldn’t even consider it. “Fine,” he says with a sigh. “Let’s just get this over with so I can call that guy back at the sandwich shop.”
He follows Jason inside and it’s everything he thought it would be: loud, dark and full of older guys stuffing money in the g-strings of guys one-third their age. Moving to the back of the building they enter the office and are greeted by a forty-something, dishwater-blonde woman.
“Hey, Jason. Is this the friend you were telling us about? I sure as hell hope so,” she says to Evan as her eyes move over his body. “You could make two-hundred a night just by walking out and smiling. If you look just as good under all those clothes - and I’m sure you do - you’ll get five easy.”
Evan blushes uncomfortably under her gaze. The idea that someone old enough to be his mother would want him that way is more than a little disconcerting. He knows he’s attractive; he’s been told just about daily since he was in middle school. Of average height, he’s kept up a workout routine that has resulted in toning and a modest increase in his muscles. His blue eyes are framed by dark, expressive eyebrows and thick, dark hair that hangs just below his shoulders.
“Charles is back in the dressing rooms laying into Sal,” she continues. “Found out he was approaching the customers for more than a dance. Charles doesn’t put up with whoring,” she explains for Evan’s benefit.
They make their way out of the office and around the stage finally entering a hall connected to the dressing rooms. Even over the pounding and thumping of the music they can hear shouting. As they reach the door for the locker rooms it bursts open and a half-dressed guy runs through it to the far end of the hall and out the back entrance. They stand frozen with surprise. After a moment, a tall, angry man comes out muttering to himself, breathing hard with frustration. Seeing the two of them, he glares at Evan.
“I’m telling you right now,” he says pointing a finger in Evan’s face. “If you even think about selling yourself within these four walls, I’ll make sure you never fuck anybody again. Got it?”
“No worries there,” Evan replies evenly with a shrug. “I can’t even give it away.”
The man gives Evan a once over. “Don’t intimidate easy, do ya kid?”
“No, sir.” Evan smirks.
“Smart ass or just too stupid to care?”
Evan shrugs. “Mostly smart ass. But that’s only because I know I can hold my own.”
“Do one set tonight for that piece of shit I just got rid of and I’ll guarantee you one-fifty out the door. You make more than that, and going forward, I get 10%.”
“But, um, I’ve never danced,” Evan says nervously.
“You’ll be fine.” Jason drags him into the dressing room. They locate some extra costumes and choose a police uniform for Evan. “Just dance - listen to the music and move,” he continues as Evan goes behind a screen to change.
“But, what about - ”
“Evan. You can do this. Believe me; the guys out there will love you. I know I do,” he adds seductively.
“Jason,” Evan warns. Since being paired up as lab partners, Jason has tried everything he has to get Evan into bed. While Evan is flattered and a little interested he has no desire to be another notch on Jason’s bedpost.
Jason rolls his eyes. “Fine. We can watch a few of the others before you go on.”
After observing three dancers, Jason signals the DJ and Evan is introduced. Walking onto the stage, Evan steps nervously to the front. In his mind he keeps repeating the reason why he’s dancing to give him the courage to do it.
He promised himself as a boy that he would do anything he could to help people in areas prone to earthquakes. During a minor tremor, his father was killed in an aftershock after losing control of his car when it crossed a newly opened crack in the earth. After that Evan began learning everything he could about geology. He worked hard to earn his current scholarship. If he keeps his grades up, he’ll be able to secure more money to study seismology in graduate school.
When his music starts, he stutteringly moves his body along with the rhythm. Having seen himself in a mirror, he knows the costume is hugging him in all the right places and with his hair under the hat, he knows he fits the part. Trying to keep that in mind, he moves more confidently across the stage, teasing the men in the front rows. By the time he reaches for the first button on his shirt, he’s had over $100 shoved in his pockets.
Trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation he begins undressing, calling upon moves he’s seen in various movies. When his shirt finally comes off the crowd goes crazy. Leaving the hat on, he begins slowly removing his pants. As his package comes into view from behind his zipper the cheers and catcalls become louder. Once the pants are removed he stands for a moment, letting everyone get a good look at him. While he’s never been embarrassed about it, he’s always been self-conscious about keeping his over-sized endowment hidden. Now he’s being paid to show it off. With the police baton still in his hand, he rubs it over his body, using it suggestively, allowing the crowd’s reactions to guide him.
Just before the music ends he removes the hat allowing his thick locks to fall over his shoulders. As he takes a final stroll around the stage more money is shoved in his already overstuffed pouch.
Walking off the stage he’s shocked to think about the money he’s collected from the performance. He’s always been modest in his behavior and dancing for money is something he never imagined himself doing. However if it allows him to remain in school he can sacrifice a bit of decorum for his education.
---
“You were hot,” Jason says as Evan comes off stage.
“You always say that.” Evan smiles back at him.
“Because you always are.”
“The answer’s still no,” Evan says liltingly.
It’s been almost a year since he started dancing and each night Jason has been there complimenting him. During that time he’s added a little more muscle mass and his hair now reaches the small of his back. Being the most popular dancer in the club he only works two nights a week, clearing a minimum of $500 each night.
“I bet if I paid you $1500 an hour you’d change your mind.”
“What?”
“Fifteen-hundred. Per hour. All you’d have to do is look pretty - which for you won’t be too difficult.”
Evan doesn’t hide his annoyance. “Are you talking about me being an escort again?”
“Yeah. You know that guy who always sits at the corner watching and drinking but never tips? He called me over earlier and asked if you would be interested. No sex. Just accompanying him to a dinner party next week. You’d get paid for two hours up front - minus my ten per cent commission - and an additional grand for clothes. The balance will be paid at the end of the night.”
“Your commission?” Evan laughs. “But really, what’s the catch?”
“None as far as I can see. Here’s his card. Call him tomorrow after three to set it up.”
Evan narrows his eyes at Jason. “When did I agree to you pimping me out?”
Jason grins. “Just now when you didn’t kick my ass.”
---
Jason bursts into Evan’s bedroom. “Oh my God!” With the money he’s made over the past eighteen months, Evan’s rented an apartment that he shares with Jason, who is now his manager. “Evan, you’ll never believe this!”
Evan glares at Jason. “If it’s that asshole again I’m going to kick your ass for even telling me about it. Then I’m going to go find him and kick his ass. And then I’m going to come back and beat the shit out of you for wasting my time having to kick your asses when I should have been studying. I told you, I don’t care how much he offers I’m not doing it!”
“Evan.” Jason sits on the bed and looks up at him. “He says he’ll give you five grand to sit and watch you jack off for half an hour. Five thousand dollars to beat your meat! He says you can pick the location that way you can be sure there are no cameras. If you want, I’ll go with you to make sure there’s no funny business.”
“I just bet you would.” Evan takes a moment to think it over. Back when he first started dancing he swore to himself that he would never sell himself in this way. But, he reasons, this is not actually sex just sanctioned voyeurism. “No sex?”
“None.”
---
Looking at the man’s face beneath him Evan smirks. Though he would never consider himself a sadist, he loves the mix of pain and pleasure present when he penetrates someone for the first time. Though he’s become known for his prowess, his first time with most people often leaves them surprised that a man of his stature would possess something so large.
While he promised himself he’d never go this route it’s not too bad. As an escort in demand he gets to pick and choose his clients from among the few that can afford his rates. And even then it’s only when he decides to take a client.
As his body moves on autopilot he runs over some of the terms and dates for his exam tomorrow. With a high enough score on this test he’ll be guaranteed entry into the school’s masters program. And even if they don’t offer him much in the way of scholarships and grants the money he has stashed away will cover the cost.
His thoughts are interrupted by a prolonged moan and splashes of warmth on his chest. Pulling his hair out of the way of the friendly fire, Evan grins in satisfaction as he leans down to whisper in the man’s ear.
“Five minutes? That’s a record for me. Most guys can usually make it to seven before their first orgasm.”
“First?” They guys voice is shaking with a mix of arousal, fear and awe.
“You paid for an hour,” Evan says dangerously. “Jason warned you that it might be a bit much your first time but that’s what you chose. It’s my job to make sure you’re not only satisfied but that you get your money’s worth.” He raises himself back up on his arms and shakes his head so that his hair falls around his shoulders. It forms a curtain around them, cutting off everything else in the room from view. He locks eyes with the man below him and begins to slowly push his cock deeper, corkscrewing his hips, touching every inch of the man’s insides. “It’s going to be at least forty-five minutes before I come so you may as well enjoy the ride,” he says with a smug grin.
---
“Come on, Evan! If you do this, you’ll pretty much be set for life!”
“I know. But I don’t know if I really want something like this out there for the rest of my life. Or longer…”
“Yes, but think of it this way: How many geologists can say they’re hot and were porn stars? I can’t think of one.” Jason walks behind where Evan is sitting at his desk. He begins brushing Evan’s hair before gathering it to braid.
“And I don’t want to be the first.” Evan sighs. “Why is it that you’re always trying to sell my body and not yours?”
“Have you ever looked at yourself, Pierce Hardy?” Jason asks incredulously, using Evan’s stage name. “Dude, for the past four years you’ve been the hottest thing in demand around here and you don’t understand why? Really?”
“I get that. But why can’t someone like me for my mind as well? Why is it only my body?”
“Evan. Someone does like you for your mind. You just refuse to accept it. Do you think I hang around you just because I think you’re hot? Have you noticed that since you started dancing all those years ago I haven’t been out with anyone else? At all.”
“Yeah. But I just thought -”
“Why do you think I study with you? You are the smartest guy in the program. You also just happen to be a hot ass fucker.”
“When you put it like that…”
“Yes, you ass. I really do like you.” Jason leans down and gives Evan a chaste kiss on the cheek. “And as both your friend and manager I’m telling you to take this opportunity. I’ll have my brother look over the contract to make sure - he’s an attorney in the Air Force - but you get final say in this, as always.” Finished with the braid Jason ties it off with an elastic band and drapes it over Evan’s shoulder.
“Fine,” Evan sighs.
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“You wanted to see me, Professor?”
“Yes. Come in, Evan. Have a seat.”
Evan takes the only empty seat at the conference table. Though focused on his professor, he can’t help giving a suspicious glance at the two United States Air Force officers sitting to his professor’s left.
“Evan,” his professor continues, “this is Captain Carter and Colonel O’Neill. They would like to speak to you. I want you to know they approached me about this. I am here only to make sure you are not bullied into anything.”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” O’Neill mutters.
“Evan.” Carter smiles disarmingly, the effect of which does put him at ease. “We are here to offer you a position with the Air Force as a geologist. The last few papers that you wrote display outstanding science and technical ability. Combined with your exceptional grades and more than a few recommendations, we think you would be a great addition to a project we have.”
O’Neill clears his throat before speaking. “You would be required to enlist. However, upon completion of basic training, you would be brought in as a second lieutenant. Your term of service would be four years; all food and lodging would be provided, and you would receive a salary for your services. After your time is up, you could walk away. Or re-enlist,” he adds with a hopeful raise of an eyebrow.
“What would I be doing?”
“Unfortunately, we can’t tell you,” Carter answers. “In fact, due to the delicate nature of the project, you would not know until after you’ve completed training and are en route to the location. You would be required to sign a nondisclosure agreement as well as numerous addenda for security clearances. We’ve already completed a background check.” Though she blushes, her voice gives nothing away. “There is nothing that would prevent you from serving…though there are some things that would need to be taken care of.”
“Besides a haircut,” O’Neill mumbles.
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“You’ll never believe this!”
“What now, Jason?” Evan sighs into the phone.
“They’ve doubled their offer! Fifty-thousand per scene, a fifty-thousand signing bonus, plus royalties in perpetuity for a five-year exclusive contract!”
“Five years?”
“And they are guaranteeing ten scenes per year for the first two years! One million in two years!”
“Great.” Evan says, unimpressed.
“They’d like to talk to you tonight after your shoot. I told them to expect us around eight.”
“Okay.”
Disconnecting the call, Evan continues his drive to the studio where he is to do a one-off scene. Arriving in the parking lot, he remains in the car thinking. Never in his life had he planned to become a porn star. He’s already filmed two scenes and is scheduled to do another tonight. But it’s not where his heart is. Even now, he continues his geology work in the hopes of being out in the field someday. But the promise of being able to effectively retire in five years and not worry about money is tempting.
Fishing a card from the floorboard, he dials.
“O’Neill.”
“Colonel O’Neill, this is Evan Lorne. We talked the other day?”
“Yes. How can I help you?”
“I’d like to meet you to continue our conversation.”
“Fine. Park at the shopping center around the corner and I’ll meet you in about five.”
Evan looks out the car’s windows. “You know where I am?”
O’Neill laughs as he terminates the call.
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On a private flight to parts unknown, Evan smiles as he looks out over the mountainous terrain. He runs a hand across his shorn head, a symbol of his new life. Though it’s been two months he’s still surprised by its feel.
He has no regrets but he was not happy with the direction his life had been taking. Yes, the money was good but as they say, money can’t buy happiness. Knowing that he now has a future doing what he loves has him excited and ready to get to the next level.
Sensing someone approach in the tiny aircraft, Evan looks up and sees the copilot nearing his seat.
“Lieutenant Lorne, I’m Captain Davis. I will be briefing you on your posting en route. Before we begin you’ll have to sign these. They are standard non-disclosure agreements. Feel free to read them over but suffice to say if you breathe a word of any of this to anyone without clearance, you will be charged with treason and spend the short remainder of your life locked in a cell far from the comforts of home awaiting death.”
“Yes, sir.” Without a second glance, Evan scribbles his signature on a number of lines.
“And this is your acknowledgment of your new clearances. By signing these, you understand that you will be exposed to sensitive information that is not to be shared with anyone outside of your Wing.”
“Yes, sir.”
Davis passes Evan a stack of thick folders.
“Lieutenant Lorne, you have been assigned to a new, top secret installation. Based out of there is what is known in limited circles as the Stargate Program…”
Chapter 1