Star Crossed Lusters Ch. 02

Bolin knocked on Orom's door again after waiting a couple of seconds.

"Orom, I'm coming in! You better be decent!"

He knew that his cousin wouldn't really care if he caught him in his birthday suit, but he hoped that the other would at least get up from his bed. So, Bolin opened the door and walked in Orom's room.

For the son of a wealthy corporate businessman, his room didn't show that he was one. It was more simplistic in terms of design and didn't have any decor that was considered expensive. In fact, there was very FEW decor; just some drawers (one with a mirror), a giant television, and a king-sized bed at the end of the room with a nightstand on the side. There were a couple of items on top of the drawers that the president's son kept; like photos of friends and family, trophies of some self-defense tournaments he attended, and indoor plants. (He liked plants since he was but a boy.)

This was the only room in Orom's entire estate (his father wouldn't let him have anything less) that didn't have his father's personal touch of design. Walking through the building felt like he was at a high-class museum most of the time, which didn't fit the son at all.

And while normally Orom kept his room somewhat clean, what Bolin saw was definitely not that. Opened beer cans were placed both on the nightstand and the floor (mostly the floor), some even tipped over. A couple of containers from his favorite Italian joint were lying around, opened and mostly empty. Bolin knew that they were his cousin's comfort food, so the "heartbreak" he was dreading was more likely than not what caused him to order it. And where was said cousin? Wrapped underneath the blankets from head to toe, trying to hide from the world.

Bolin sighed in disappointment, hoping that he would get up by his own accord. Before he went to wake Orom, he made sure to pick up all the boxes and cans that were on the floor and placed them on top of any drawers that had space. (Half for cleanliness and half because he didn't want to step on anything.) Once he was satisfied, he loomed over his blanket-covered cousin who didn't so much as move an inch since he entered.

After giving another sigh, he grabbed the blanket and pulled as hard as he could, pulling it from the laying orc. A groan was given in response and Bolin looked down at his cousin who (thankfully) had some pajama shorts on at least. Along with an... excited body part that could rival a mountain.

Ignoring that, Bolin looked at Orin's face. He definitely took after his father; a chiseled jawline, thick eyebrows, a nose that was decently big yet not enough to be unappealing, and sharp tusks that could make any orc jealous. What made him stand out though was his shoulder-length straight black hair. Normally his hair looked similar to that of a male surfer model (with unnecessary wind flow and everything), but in that moment it looked just as messy as its owner.

Orom opened an eye to glare at the thief who stole his blanket, "I regret ever giving you a key to my place."

Bolin adjusted his tie from the suit (similar to the one he wore yesterday) he was wearing, "If you like, I could always pass the key to one of the men under your father. I'm sure he'd LOVE to have someone who would brief him more accurately on what his son is doing."

The glare deepened, "Maybe THEY would actually leave me alone when I want to be."

"Come now Orom, do you really believe that?"

The man in question just gave an exasperated sigh, "Fuck no. They're fucking worse than vultures."

Bolin chuckled lightly. President Orestes wasn't fond of Orom's actions involving romance. Especially when his track record was towards any guy that wasn't an orc.

It is well known that to continue the Orestes legacy, the next in line will have to be of the same race as the descendant. Ergo, Orom must marry an orc. He knew this, yet his type was the complete opposite of that. Not only has he fallen for elves before, but also humans, tieflings, and other races too as long as they were pretty looking. Because that's what he was into; the pretty boys. Which doesn't suit an orc at all. The president hasn't been known about that fact yet (though Bolin's certain he has an inkling). But when he does, because it IS only a matter of time, there will be a lot of chaos in the family.

Shaking the thought off, Bolin kicked the mattress Orom was lying on, "Come on, get up. You're wasting the day away."

Another groan escaped lying orc's lips as he dropped his head on his pillow, "Let me waste away with the day then. That's how I'm feeling, that's how I'll stay."

"How poetic. I thought you sucked at poetry."

"I'm motivated, can't you tell?"

"By the way you're just lying there like a dead dog, I'm not entirely convinced."

"Then you should get your eyes checked. I'm at my best when I'm miserable."

"I thought you were at your best when there is a hot twink with a fat ass in front of you."

Orom growled and finally lifted himself up from his bed. Before he could say (or from the expression he was showing, shout) anything, the bedroom doors opened loudly, making both orcs look towards it. They wondered who would just enter without knocking until they heard a familiar voice.

"That's right, it's me! Back and ready to attack! How are my tusk-wearing buddies doing!?"

Said buddies immediately knew who it was. They saw a dwarf with hair and beard dyed platinum blonde walking in with arms stretched up and with confidence. His beard was shorter compared to most other dwarves, but he had it nicely trimmed with a couple of braids. His hair was also braided, but also tied in a long ponytail that was waist length going down his back.

Both Orom and Bolin weren't surprised by his clothes. He wore an overly-complicated button up shirt that had way too many designs and pieces of fabric tied to it, along with pants that had strings on the side. His boots were even intricately designed and had a heel on them. The dwarf always wore whatever outfit he wanted, just to draw attention. Yet it somehow WORKED on him. His personality probably helped. Though he was skinner than your average dwarf as well.

He was Orom's closest friend, Eric.

The dwarf looked at both of the orcs until he laid eyes on Orom's state. Especially below the waist.

"Ho ho! Well, it looks like someone is doing just fine! Do I have to say hello to HIM too?" He said, pointing at the obvious tent.

Orom gave an unamused look before sitting up the bed and grabbing his tossed aside blanket to put it above his crotch.

"You and Bolin will be the death of me one day."

"Ho! Don't threaten me with a good time! Besides, my horoscope said that if any of us would go out first, it would be me!"

Bolin sighed, "Eric, don't toy with things like that, even if it's a joke. Remember the feud we have with the Aethels?"

"Oh yeah, my uncle mentioned something like that last night. He was livid."

Orom blinked, "Last night?" He turned to look at his cousin. "What happened?"

"We were in the same club as the Aethels. All it took was one from each side to interact and everything went south. Even the dreaded Baly was there."

Both listeners felt a shiver hearing her name. While neither of them have faced her before, they've definitely heard the stories. And none were pleasant.

Orom looked at his cousin up and down, "And are you okay? I know you prefer not to fight."

Bolin sighed and rubbed his wrists, "I managed to hold my own. Thankfully the police got there before it could get worse. Though now both Orestes and Aethels are on thin ice. Your father ordered us to be silent for a while."

Orom made a disbelieving face, "Doesn't sound like him."

"I convinced him."

"Ah. With whatever flowery language you used?"

Bolin looked at his cousin with slight annoyance, "It's called being professional, Orom. Something you would know if you participated in the family business."

Orom scoffed in return, "Fuck that. That business is like 20% working on the company and 80% fighting with the Aethels."

Eric laughed loudly, "If you had it your way, you'd rather go to bars and clubs to look at cute boys."

"Okay, first of all, 'boys' is inaccurate when they are fully grown adults. And second, I don't just go for any cute guy."

It was Bolin's turn to scoff, "Your past actions would make anyone think otherwise."

"Ugh, come on..."

Eric snapped his fingers, "Oh yeah, isn't there a guy you're obsessed with right now?"

"Obsessed is a strong word."

Bolin, "Who is he?"

A pause. Orom had a look of defeat, remembering the man who owned his heart.

"... His name is Aster."

Another pause, but Orom looked at both of the closest people to him. Bolin's face shifted to one of exasperation.

Bolin spoke first, "Orom, I'm begging this isn't the case but he wouldn't happen to be an elf, would he?"

The orc in question felt his blood run a little colder hearing that. Bolin would know if he lied, but he also knew what answering the question would lead to. He didn't have a choice.

"Yes."

Orom watched as Bolin's eyes shifted to a glare. His face got a shade darker from the blood rushing up his face.

"Are you, fucking kidding me?"

Oh no. Bolin was cursing. This wasn't a good sign.

"Another elf? And one that has ties to the Aethels? Orom, are you serious right now?"

Orom couldn't t say anything. Of course he'd know that. Anything related to the Aethels was known to the Orestes, his father made sure of that. Didn't matter that Aster was only a distant relative. In the eyes of the family, he was still someone to keep tabs on.

At the same time, Orom thought it wasn't fair. It's not like he chose to fall for the pale, blonde elf that looked like he was from an old fantasy movie. Hell, he didn't even know he was from the Aethel family until much later. (And that was mostly because he was "love blind", in Orom's words.) But the heart wanted what the heart wanted. And he really wanted Aster. Even though he knew that it was not possible.

Eric chimed in, "So, is that the reason why you're like this? He didn't want to be with you because he didn't want to be a part of or cause family drama?"

Before he could answer, Bolin did it for him, "He is also asexual."

Orom winced at that. There was the other (and most likely main) reason why.

Eric snapped his fingers, "Ah! There it is!"

Orom sighed, "I didn't need to be reminded of that."

"Damn. You really know how to choose them, don't you? Explains the hard on though. Not like he'll ever give you any action."

The heartbroken orc glares at his best friend, "I don't just want him for his body, you know?"

"Orom, are you kidding?"

Both he and the dwarf turned to look at Bolin, who spoke.

"You always think with your dick. It was like that with the singer, it was like that with your first crush, it was like that with the previous guys before this one you had a one-night stand with on a hookup app. You always say you've fallen for them, but you're always more interested in bedding them more than being with them."

"Is it bad that I want to be intimate with someone I like?"

"No, it's not. But sex is the main thing you think about. When you want to spend more time with your 'crush', you're thinking of fucking them whenever and wherever you are."

On the side, Eric scratched the back of his head, "I hate to say it but your cousin's right on that, big boy. I've heard you talk about all of your latest crushes and it was always more about how hot they were and how sexy they looked wearing their outfits. I've hardly every heard you talk about doing anything, well, romantic with them."

Orom dropped his head back and let out a pained groan, "So I have a high libido. I can't help thinking of that! Give me a break!"

Both Bolin and Eric looked at each other. They knew he wasn't going to change his mind about the subject. Eric shrugged and Bolin let out a heavy sigh.

"Fine." Bolin said. "But one of these days, I swear to god I'm gonna chop your dick off."

"Do that, and I'll throw away your dice collection."

"Jokes on you, I have them hidden."

"Where? Behind the family portrait?"

A glare. "Fuck you."

Eric let out a loud laugh, "You know, if anybody else were to see this, they'd think you two hated each other!"

Both orcs turned to look at the dwarf and stayed silent for a bit before letting out deep chuckles.

"Hey, I'm the only one Bolin can drop his business talk with in the family. He doesn't need to put that mask on around me!"

"And thankfully, I won't need to put that 'mask' on for the rest of the day." Bolin responded before he checked his watch. "We have time before heading out."

Orom blinked, "Heading out where?"

"To cheer you up, big guy!" Eric jumped on his best friend's bed to sit beside him. "There's a couple of clubs we have planned to visit that will get you out of the slump."

The orc looked at Eric with a look of doubt and offense, "You really think I'll just forget about Aster just like that?"

"Worth a shot! Call me optimistic!"

"And your track record of moving from guy to guy helps too." Bolin added.

Orom glared at his cousin, "What I feel for Aster is real, Bolin."

He rolled his eyes, "Even if it IS real, you know it won't go anywhere, right? As I said before, he's asexual. He won't return your feelings. Your best bet is to get over him, and going out for a night of fun could be a good first step to do that."

Orom could only look down dejected. He knew they were right, but it still felt much too soon to go out clubbing. Every time he closed his eyes, he could still see the shape of that gorgeous elf with long flowing hair. How could anyone compare to him?

And that's probably why he needs to do this. He'll always have Aster in his mind if he continues like this. Maybe he won't forget him anytime soon, but moping around won't get him anywhere. Besides, he already moped enough yesterday to make his family concerned.

With (some) steel resolve, he looked up at his cousin and best friend, "Alright, we can give it a shot."

Bolin only nodded while Eric did a fist-pump and said, "That's my boy! Don't worry, we'll make this night so good, you'll forget about everything else."

Orom had his doubts, but didn't say anything. At that moment, he heard his phone ringing on his nightstand. (Which had a lot of beers on it as well, he just noticed.) He grabbed it and looked at the caller ID. It was his mother.

A sigh escaped his lips as he turned his phone to the other two in the room, "I'll have to take this call really quick."

Both nodded their heads when they saw who it was and made their way out the door. Before leaving, Bolin turned his head to make a final comment.

"We'll be waiting outside once you finish your call and get ready."

Orom nodded back as they closed the door behind them. Taking a breath, he answered the call.

"Hello mother."

"Orom. How have you been?"

The thoughts of Aster were surfacing, but Orom pushed them back. He shouldn't be thinking about him when he's talking to his mother.

"I've been better."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I heard Bolin went to visit you?"

"Yeah, he's gonna take me out to make me feel better."

"Good. Hopefully you do feel better; your father wants you to join him on some company events in a week."

Orom winced and closed his eyes. He was afraid something like this would come up.

He channeled his "business talk" as he said the following, "Mother, my father would benefit taking Bolin instead of me. He's more suited for those events than I am."

"Dear, you're going to be the future president of the company. Sooner or later, you're going to have to participate in these events whether you like it or not. The sooner you get used to it, the easier it will be for you."

Orom knew what his mother was saying, but he also wished he didn't HAVE to get used to it. Especially when it's something he doesn't even want.

And that's the thing; Orom doesn't want to the next president of the company. He'd much rather give it up to Bolin, who not only is knowledgeable on the field but is also passionate about it. And that's not even getting into the pointless feud with the Aethels. If he had it his way, he would call off the needless violence and hostility towards the elves and form a truce, but no one from each side would accept that. Too much blood already spilled to make it happen.

But he can't say any of this to his parents. They would be absolutely livid with him. The only one he has told this to were Bolin and Eric. And while they sympathize with his situation, they also knew there was nothing they could do about it. At the end of the day, it was his parents' decision on who is next in line. And that sadly was Orom.

Part of him wanted to just tell them that he was in love with an elf (one with ties to the Aethels too) just for the chance to be displaced. But he also knew that his fate would turn out MUCH worse if he went through with it.

"I understand, mother."

"Excellent! I'm certain your father will be happy to hear your acceptance! I shall let you go enjoy your day with the boys! Do take care, alright?"

"Of course, mother."

"Goodbye."

Once the call disconnected, Orom let out a sigh again. Lifting his blanket, he saw that his raging boner has died down. He didn't know when it happened, but at least it wasn't causing a problem anymore. (And at least he didn't have a boner when talking to his mother. Or maybe it died BECAUSE he was going to talk to his mother. He couldn't say.)

He looked around his room and noticed the beer cans and plastic containers that were placed on top his nightstand and drawers. He could have sworn the majority were on the floor. He shook off the thought and got up to change. He could properly clean up later after clubbing.

And there was a small part of him that hoped to see Aster in one of these clubs. He did like to go to them so it wasn't an impossibility. Though he'll make sure not to state as much to both men waiting for him.

Orom knew he should let it go. Aster wasn't going to want him. Especially in the way that the orc wanted. Memories of the dream he had of Aster riding him like a needy vixen played in his head. He felt his dick harden slightly and shook off the thoughts quickly. While Aster may not want him, his heart still longed for him. He needed to see that beautiful elf and hope that maybe he could change his mind or, hopefully, gain a libido just for him. A selfish wish, but he couldn't help but hope.

With a more steeled resolve, he got off the bed and walked towards his closet. He needed to dress like the most desirable man, so he needed to find the most form-fitting dress shirt and pants that will complement his figure and make him look drop-dead handsome. Pulling all the cards to get his man. And it might trick Bolin and Eric into thinking he's playing along with them.

Once he found the clothes he wanted and put them on, he checked himself in the mirror and smiled. His outfit left very little to the imagination. Bulging muscles that nearly showed the veins were imprinted on the sleeves. His pecs and abs were fully framed through the fabric, even with the placket in the way. His pants were wrapped around nicely on his legs, showing off how thick and full of muscle they were. But the best part, was the massive bulge between his legs.

Orom prides himself with how big he is, even when flaccid. The size of his dick and balls were about the size of a volleyball. And when fully hard, it's practically a third leg. According to his father, their big size is hereditary (something he didn't need to picture) so his genes definitely helped.

This should get the attention of any thirsty bottom that sees him. But especially (hopefully) Aster as well. He just needed to fix up his hair, put on some cologne, and he was good to go. While he didn't shower, a little bit of musk could also help with seduction. Add the cologne to the mix and it was sure to succeed.

After a couple more minutes of readying himself, he was satisfied with his appearance and exited his room, making his way to his cousin and best friend. He was hopeful of today. He will find Aster and the elf will fall in love with him instantly when he sees him. He has to. Otherwise Orom didn't think his heart would handle it.

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Inside a massive office, the only sounds that could be heard were typing noises. A lone orc was looking and replying to emails effortlessly without breaking a sweat. His massive frame blended well with the massive office, which was decorated simplistically rather than personally. Everything in the room was obviously meant for a huge orc; from the desk, chairs, tables, and furniture, everything fit the needs for any green giant.

However, the orc was currently by himself, focusing on his job. He had a bald head but a nicely trimmed black beard linking with a mustache. A scar could be seen on the left side of his lower lip. His well-tailored, expensive looking suit showed no wrinkles, which he matched with glimmering rings on multiple fingers.

One of the rings had the Orestes symbol engraved on a gorgeous emerald. Only one person wore that ring, the president himself.

His focus was broken when a notification ring came from his phone. He rapidly picked it up and saw the message. It was from his wife.

I talked with Orom. He is willing to join you on the next company events next week.

The president sighed in relief. Finally, his son was taking the family business seriously. It was starting to get extremely tiresome with him being as adventurous as he's been.

The president allowed him (for the most part) to do as he pleased, mostly thinking his rebellious spirit would dwindle if he quenched his urges. Admittedly, this was an oversight. The president didn't think his son would continue doing so for as long as he did. He made sure to have Bolin at his side as a leash so he wouldn't do anything rash. He would have preferred someone he hired that would be a tighter leash but Bolin was very convincing. A good trait to have for a leader. A pity that role will be Orom's.

He knows of his son's exploits with love, much to his nerves. He hoped it was just a passing phase since it's folly for him to look for romance when he'll eventually be married to an orc in the future. He couldn't for the life of him know why his son goes for any other race that wasn't an orc. What was so appealing about the men that he fancied? It would have been fine if any of them were of the same race. After all, with modern alchemy it was more than possible for a man to get pregnant and continue the family legacy. But no, his son just had to be interested in other races. That was definitely something he needed to fix.

President Orestes rubbed his eyebrows with is hand. If he didn't know any better, he would automatically think that Orom was into men smaller than him. It made sense, what with the humans and tieflings he fancied before. But what bothered him was that another race that fit that criteria were... elves.

His blood boiled at the forbidden thought.

No.

His son will never get with an elf. That was an impossibility. He had to believe that.

Looking at his computer screen, he saw the schedule he was planning for next week. All the events that he and his son were going to.

President Orestes nodded to himself.

These will the perfect opportunities for Orom to not only focus on the family business, but to finally learn and fill the role of leader. He will show his son the importance of what they do and give him the drive to fill in his shoes. He will also show him the appeal of the mighty orcs. How he could never wish for anything more once he got a taste. Better to make him gain interest in them soon so the idea of marrying one would be pleasant.

Besides, there will be many other companies attending the events, and many things to do. There is a high probability that Orom will absorb the environment and adapt through sheer willpower just like his father did. No pain, no gain, after all. It will also give him a stronger spine when dealing with other companies that won't be as inviting, like the Aethels.

He let out a soft angry growl as he thought of that family. The Aethel family. They have been antagonistic with each other for decades. While he hasn't fought (physically) with any of them himself for years, his hatred towards them didn't fade as time passed. He will not let his company and family be inferior to them in anything. Those rotten elves will have to try and take any power they want from his cold, dead hands.

He sent a quick message to his wife, thanking her, and went back to doing the schedule. He'll make sure everything goes according to plan. His family (Orom mostly) will thank him for it later.