[one shot] first time for everything [1/2]
Title: first time for everything
Pairing: Jackson/JB
Rating: NC-17
Length: 8.4k
Summary: Jackson is the newest permanent employee at JYP Adult Entertainment. He bottoms for the first time when he's paired up for a film with Jaebum, an exclusive top and new transfer to JYP.
A/N: lol how did this end up being 8k+ words?
One of the lesser known aspects of life in adult entertainment? Lots and lots of paperwork-script read-throughs, personal physical health assessments, personal mental health assessments, waivers and release forms, etc. etc., etc. Or maybe that’s just a JYP thing. I’ve only been doing porn-or ‘adult films’, as Boss Jinyoung insist on calling it-for three months, and it’s not like I’ve bothered asking about standard operating procedures in other companies to really be sure. Either way, I’m reading through and comparing the terms of my permanent contract with my temporary contract when I get an email from the boss.
Jackson,
I’d like to see you at my office later this evening at half past five.
Regards,
Park Jinyoung
C.E.O. & Director
JYP Adult Entertainment
It’s as drab and sterile as any other message he’s sent me, despite my insistence that he at least throw in a smiley face or two, but I can’t help but wonder if he’s upset with me. Maybe he’s having second thoughts about taking me on for good, or maybe one of the senior performers had some kind of complaint about me. I really can’t afford to lose this job, at least not until I can get another on, and even though fucking on camera is actually not quite as fun as I thought it’d be, it definitely pays better than being a fucking waiter.
“Jackson, chill,” I shake my head to get rid of thoughts of rent and living expenses and being homeless in a foreign country. “It’s probably nothing.”
To ease my mind, I steal a yoghurt drink from my housemate’s side of the fridge and down it one go. Technically, I’m not really stealing it, though. The thing expires today and the guy won’t be back from his trip for another week, and it would be a shame to waste perfectly good food, by just letting it to go bad. Nodding to myself, I head back to my desk and busy myself for the rest of the afternoon with the tedious, soul-draining process of sending out job applications.
JYP Adult Entertainment-or JYPorn as I like to call it-is mid-sized company that has been producing blue movies since films were sold in VHS format. Though it’s apparently fallen behind its two main competitor studios, JYP has managed to stay relevant with charismatic and loveable performers who have a knack for inspiring great loyalty in its remaining patrons. Before joining its ranks, I could be called one of those patrons.
(Yes, I actually spent money on porn in the year 2015. I didn’t even watch the damned thing. Even though he’s legal-and I definitely know he is now, because I’ve since seen his passport-the kid just looked too young for me to be comfortable with that.)
Three months on, it’s still a bit weird to walk the halls and see some of the performers doing normal, human things like taking a nap in the break room, or reading a book in between takes or looking a mess in the morning before the stylists make them over.
“Hey, Jackson!” I turn my head and see Taecyeon’s tall, bulky figure jogging up to me. “You look a bit lost, is everything alright?” he pats me on the back.
“I might have forgotten how to get to the boss’s office,” I admit with a sheepish grin.
Taecyeon shakes his head at me, before he grabs me by the shoulders and turns me in the right direction. I expect him to leave after that, but he walks with me down the hall. “So, correct me if I’m wrong, but your probation is almost up, right?”
“Yeah, I’m looking over the permanent contract and getting ready to sign it.”
“Are you trying to decipher the complicated lawyer talk or are you having doubts?” he asks in a tone that lets me know he thinks it’s the latter.
“It’s not like I grew up want to be a pornstar,” I cross my arms, feeling defensive.
“Nobody does,” Taecyeon says, looking a bit wistful. “If you’re worried about being locked into this job, unable to get a ‘real’ job until your contract expires, I can tell you that that’s the last reason not to sign on. You wouldn’t be the first person in this company to break contract to pursue other endeavours. The boss is very understanding about that sort of thing, especially when it comes to our foreign members of staff,” Taecyeon ruffles my hair.
“Huh, really?” I already feel less anxious about this meeting.
“Well, here we are,” he gestures to the door in front of us. “Just remember that there’s no contract in the world that can’t be broken. See you around, hopefully,” he waves before he heads back.
“Thanks, Taec,” I return his wave. “Alright, meeting time.”
As it turns out, the meeting has nothing to do with his contract renewal, well not really.
“Im Jaebum, a performer from another company, will be transferring here next month, and I thought you would be the perfect one to co-star in his debut film,” Boss Jinyoung punctuates his announcement with a few seconds of clapping.
“Wait, what? Im Jaebum? And me? The both of us, together?”
The boss just looks at me like I’ve dribbled on my shirt like a toddler, but what rookie in this business wouldn’t be surprised at getting put to work with him. I’d be like if some contestant on one of those singing shows got to cut a track with Rhianna for their debut single. Also, I’m wondering how that’s going to work.
Though I haven’t seen all of Jaebum’s filmography (just eighty percent or so), one thing that stands out is the fact that the guy never seems to bottom. At this point I just figured it was written into his contract or something. Apparently, some guys do that, and Jaebum-or the persona he puts on in films, anyway-practically has ‘I’m an alpha male’ tattooed on his forehead. Dominance practically seeps out of his pores, both in still photos and video reel, and he’s almost always paired up with younger, pretty boy types. He and I are the same age, and although I’m no stranger to being called cute, I’m a lot more muscled than the guys Jaebum usually works with.
“Yes, the both of you, together,” Boss Jinyoung repeats in a way that lets me known I’m being patronised. Ignoring my pout, he carries on. “It’s to be a continuation of our School Days series. The two of you will play roommates at university.”
Ah, one of the classic set-ups, and the perfect sort of first project to ease someone into a new company, even if they are an industry veteran. Not to mention, school scenes are the only ones I can really say I’m good at doing.
“Your character will be a bit of an odd ball who’s perfectly fine with doing things like walking around naked or even masturbating even while Jaebum’s character is in the room.”
I can help but snort at that. By that line of thinking, the very nature of this job makes me and Jaebum, and even wise and caring Taecyeon, all odd balls. But then again, maybe we are.
“In contrast to your character, who’s comfortable with and open about his sexuality, Jaebum’s character will be flustered by that sort of behaviour as he struggles with wrapping his mind around the idea that he’s now attracted to a man.”
“And then I seduce him, or he eventually gets over it and admits he wants me, happy times ensue,” I nod knowingly.
“Basically,” Boss Jinyoung holds his hands out with his palms up. “The highlight will, of course, be the scene where you consummate your relationship.”
God only knows why Boss Jinyoung insists on using such flowery and stuffy language when talking about sex. He runs a porn business for fuck’s sake.
“Where Jaebum’s character accepts himself and lets me fuck him,” I nod.
Boss Jinyoung presses his lips into a thin line and gives me an annoyed look for a second before he speaks again. “No, Jaebum’s character will not be bottoming for you. You will be bottoming for him.”
“Wait, I’m gonna what?”
Although it wasn’t a stipulation of my temporary contract, I kind of just assumed that they wouldn’t ask me to do anything that involved anal penetration. Shit, it was the first thing I asked in my interview. One disastrous attempt with my first boyfriend left me with nothing but an embarrassing trip to A&E and an even more humiliating talk with my parents kinda killed any desire for me to ever try it again.
“If you agree to take the project, he would top you. Not bottoming is a stipulation of his contract,” the boss explains with a shrug.
“Yeah, okay, I get that you, like, have legal shit to uphold, but why not put him someone like Jinyoung, or Youngjae, or Bambam? Why me?”
“Customer satisfaction. As you know, I like to read through the comments section on all of the videos we release, and over the past three months, I’ve noticed that a lot of our patrons have a strong desire to see you bottom, partially because of your bottom,” he chuckles a bit at his own joke. “They say that it’s gorgeous and that it’s such a shame that someone hasn’t worshipped it.”
“Yes, well, I have my days as an athlete to thank for that,” I rub the back of my neck. I was always a sucker for being complemented, particularly for my lower body.
“So, I figured that this would be the perfect opportunity to give the people what they want. There’s no real census on who should top you, so I figured that it wouldn’t really be satisfying to do this with anyone else that I have on staff. Jaebum, on the other hand, already has a reputation, and you’ve never worked together before, so there’s that fresh, mysterious aspect to this collaboration.”
“It’s just…Do I have to do it? What would you do if I said this was my line in the sand?”
“I’d have to get Jinyoung or Youngjae or Mark to do it,” he shrugs. “I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I told you that when you first started working here, and I meant it. I’m not a monster.”
“Yeah, no, I know that, I just have to-”
“I understand,” he says simply. It’s times like these when I feel a rush of appreciation for the old man and thanks for the fact that I ended up at his company, even if doing porn wasn’t part of my original career plan. “You don’t have to decide right here and now. Jaebum’s transfer won’t be finalised for another two weeks or so anyway.”
“Right,” I nod, chewing on my lower lip. I take that as my cue that I’m free to go and get up out of the chair.
“While you’re thinking it over, don’t forget to take into account the extra money you’ll make from this project, should you choose to accept it.”
“Extra money?” I turn back to his desk at Boss Jinyoung’s words.
He nods. “There’s a lot of anticipation for Jaebum’s first video post-transfer, both from his old fans and our own patrons. The overall traffic to our website has seen a fifteen percent increase ever since the announcement was made, and the hits on our previews page has shot up,” he explains.
“Can you put a number on that anticipation?”
“After streaming, ads, and DVD sales, I’d say five million Won.”
“Five million?” I can feel my eyebrows trying to jump into hairline.
“Conservative estimate. And if the two of you work well together, you could add to your fan base, do more scenes and films with him and accumulate more.”
I close my mouth when I feel my tongue getting dry. “That is something to think about,” I nod as I turn to leave his office. I won’t give him my answer until I absolutely have to, but I think I already know what I’m going to say.
Jinyoung, not to be confused with Boss Jinyoung, is one of my co-workers at JYP. He’s one of the few people in the industry who seems to whole heartedly love his job and will probably be sad when he’s forced to retire. Not that the rest of us are all sad sacks who cry and/or drink themselves to sleep at night, but even something as inherently awesome as sex can get tedious when it’s done professionally. Jinyoung doesn’t seem to get tired of it though, and he rarely has one of those days, when a performer just can’t get into a scene, to everyone’s frustration. The shooting staff think it’s because he actually studied acting at school and has a natural talent for taking on a character’s emotions. The performing staff think it’s because he’s a secret nympho who uses work as a way of self-medicating. Whatever the reason, he’s probably the best person I could go to for advice.
Maybe I should’ve just stuck with the usual and just suggested we get some cheap street food on the way to the train station, but I thought I might be able to get his advice and his silence if I sprung for something a bit fancier; after all, Jinyoung enjoys the finer things in life. The restaurant we’re sitting in has a tablecloth and actual cutlery and freaking wine glasses set out on the table, and the prices aren’t listed on the menu. I’m already regretting my choice.
“So, how has that new series with Yugyeom been going?” I ask as we wait for Jinyoung’s meal to be served. Assuming the worst, I figure I will only be able to afford food for one person.
“You know that I don’t like to talk badly about any of our co-workers, but that kid is driving me mad,” Jinyoung groans, sipping at his wine. “He hasn’t even been nineteen for a month, and he acts like he knows everything, like I’m being ridiculous when I try to teach him things.”
I’ve worked with Yugyeom once before and I didn’t have any trouble at all, but I nod and hum sympathetically. “That must be so frustrating. Do you want me to take him aside and talk to him about being more respectful?”
Maybe that last offer was the prod that burst the bubble, because Jinyoung narrows his eyes at me. “Okay, I’ve been waiting for you to just ask ever since you suggested we come here, but it looks like I’m going to have to drag it out of you myself. What do you want?”
In the three days since I officially agreed to do the film with Jaebum, I’ve been trying to come up with ways to breach this subject delicately. “How do you take it up the ass?” ‘Trying’ is the operative word.
Jinyoung gives me that same look Boss Jinyoung gives me on set when he thinks I’m fucking up a scene. “How…wait, a minute, does this have anything to do with Im Jaebum, exclusive top, transferring to our company?”
Shit, I didn’t think he’d put it together that quickly. “It might,” I shrug, going for casual.
“Ahhh, so that’s why you’ve been meeting with Park PD,” Jinyoung says smugly.
I sigh. “Yes, you got me. We’re due to start filming in two weeks, and if I don’t find out how to get fucked, I’m gonna be fucked. So, you’re the expert, what should I do?”
“You know, you didn’t have to do all this just to get my advice,” Jinyoung leans his cheek in one hand while he gestures to the restaurant with his other hand.
“It’s not just your advice I want, it’s your discretion. Everyone else will eventually find out about it, but I don’t want anyone to here that I asked for your help-or anything else I’m gonna disclose to you.”
“Oh, now I’m really intrigued,” Jinyoung cocks an eyebrow.
“Look,” I sigh, dropping my eyes to the table top, “the last time I let someone fuck me, it was painful and horrible and I bled from my ass,” I finish the rest of my sentence in a rush. After a few seconds of silence, I lance up at Jinyoung to see him staring at me with something that looks like pity.
“As much as I’d like to have a laugh at your expense, you clearly have some kind of trauma about this,” his tone is all soft and concerned, and his eyes look vaguely misty, and there is no way in hell that we’re going down that road.
“Dude, it’s not that serious. I don’t need therapy, I just need to know how to prepare my ass so I don’t bleed the next time I get a cock shoved inside it,” I say bluntly.
“Alright, if you say so,” Jinyoung says airily, but not-pity still lingers in his expression. He pauses to allow the waiter to rest his plate of food on the table. “Would you like me to tell you what to do to properly stretch yourself, or would you like me to give you a practical demonstration?”
It’s a testament to how different the two of us are that it doesn’t even occur to Jinyoung that he should say that last part of the sentence with some kind of leer or suggestive wink. God knows I couldn’t not do it. “I was just thinking you could tell me what to do, but now that you say it, yeah, I guess showing me would be better,” I nod.
“What’s a good time for you?” Jinyoung asks before he swallows a mouthful of something I can’t pronounce.
“Are you free tonight?” Jinyoung’s eyebrows jump. “I kinda just want to get it over with, do it before I can pussy out and change my mind.” Jinyoung nods thoughtfully, and then starts laughing out of nowhere. “What?”
“Did we accidentally go on a date?” he chuckles, his eyes disappearing.
Unbidden, a laugh sputters past my lips. “Huh, yeah, I guess so. Though, this isn’t the kind of place I’d take a date to.”
“I guess that just means that I’m special,” Jinyoung curls his hands into fists and places them by his cheeks.
“So, hurry up and eat, so we can get to the main attraction of the evening,” I throw a wink at him. Bottoming feels a bit less daunting now that I’ve found a way to wrap it up in a jest, but I really do want to get it over with now so I can get it over with later.
It takes us an hour and a half to get down to it-we first have to stop by Jinyoung’s place to get supplies, because there’s no way I’m doing this in someone else’s house; then, we have to get over to my place and have a quick shower (separately, of course)-and it feels like my first day on set. Jinyoung lays out cylindrical items of varying colours and sizes on my bed, along with packs of condoms and bottles of lube.
“Would you like me to stretch you or should I let you watch me stretch myself?” he asks, the honest curiosity in his expression a stark contrast to the sultriness of his tone. We haven’t even started and he’s already halfway into his filming persona.
“Uh, well, I guess you’d better just stretch me, it’s not like I’ve never seen you stretch yourself before. I mean…you know what I mean,” I give myself a shake, reminding myself that there’s no reason to be nervous with Jinyoung.
He lips quirk up in a smirk. “Take a seat, then,” he gestures to the bed with a jerk of his head.
Right. The moment of truth. I take a deep breath before I shuffle across the room and drop down on my bed.
“On your stomach,” Jinyoung directs me to lie down with a pillow propping up my ass.
In the corner of my eye, I see him pouring lube onto his hands. My throat is now dry. I bury my face in my sheets and wait for the inevitable. Jinyoung’s slicked fingers soon touch me, but not exactly where I was expecting them, unless my asshole has moved to my shoulders.
“Okay, the first thing you need to do is relax,” Jinyoung’s hums into my ear as he kneads my shoulders, his voice nothing but honey.
I appreciate the effort he’s putting into this, but that is much easier said than done.
“I can practically hear that snide thought. Easier said than done, right?”
In disbelief, I turn to look at him over my shoulder. He simply pushes my head back down on the bed, and continues the movement of his hands down the centre of my back. I have to admit, he’s really good with his hands. If I close my eyes and breathe deeply, I can lose myself in the sensations, forget why we’re really here. When he finally reaches my lower back, I can’t help but tense up a bit in anticipation.
“So stubborn you are,” Jinyoung sighs, and I can imagine him shaking his head at me. The bed dips slightly as he straddles my legs. “I’m going to start touching your spot now,” he warns as his fingers gently kneads the flesh of my ass.
He spreads my legs wider, and I shiver slightly as the sensitive skin there is tickled by a puff of warm air. I hear the cap of the bottle of lube opening, and I think he’s going to start massaging me again, but instead I feel the liquid drops land on my ass and trickle down the crack. Warm air hits my asshole again, and I can feel it puckering.
“The hell are you doing?” I groan. My voice sounds a bit too rough, considering we’ve only just started.
“Getting you warmed up,” Jinyoung replies, running his finger down the middle of my ass, past the pucker and down to my balls. “Simple touching just so you can get to know the sensations that you can experience in this area.” Within a few seconds, his finger is teasing the crack of my ass again. It circles the rim of my hole, and expect him to stick it inside, but he doesn’t.
“This is kind nice and all, I won’t lie, but can you just get right down to the actual penetration. The more you try to work up to it is the more I just want to get it over with,” I sit up slightly and look over my shoulder to see Jinyoung scowling at me.
“God, you’re impatient. Why even ask for my expertise if you’re just going to rush the process? Fine, we’ll move on to insertion,” he clicks his tongue.
The word ‘insertion’ makes me gulp and kind of regret telling him to hurry it up.
“Remember what I said about relaxing,” Jinyoung briefly rubs my back.
“Yeah, right,” I mumble into the sheets, trying to force the rigidity out of my body with each exhale.
After pouring what feels like half a bottle of lube on my ass, Jinyoung tilts it up a bit higher and presses something to my hole that feels hard and soft at the same time. Instinctively, I tense up, but he massages my pucker with the pad of his thumb until I’m more relaxed.
“I’m starting now,” he says.
It’s weird and awkward and uncomfortable and slightly painful, but nothing like what my memory tells me it should be. I don’t know if it’s because Jinyoung is just that good or if my recollection of that day is distorted. Column A, column B, maybe. At any rate, now that I’m actually trying it and not bleeding from my asshole, this whole bottoming thing doesn’t seem so daunting anymore.
“There, it’s fully inside,” Jinyoung announces a few minutes later. “How does it feel?”
“Not too bad, actually,” I grin at him, my head pillowed in my arms.
“Good to know,” he chuckles, before he taps the plug that’s stuck in my ass.
“Whoa,” I gasps as a shiver runs up my spine. “Is that what you feel when you get fucked?”
“All that and more, as long as the other person knows what they’re doing-and that’s not something you’ll have to worry about with Jaebum.”
“No shit? Well, damn, what was I worried about?” I can’t help but cackle as I think about how much of a pansy I’ve been about this. No wonder Jinyoung wanted to laugh at me.
“Since you’ve seemed to be fully adjusted to the first plug, how about we try the next plug?”
“Wait, the how big was the first plug?”
“About an inch in diameter.” I’m not laughing anymore. “I told you to be patient,” Jinyoung says matter-of-factly. “We could be here a while. But now you know that you can do it, and without being in horrible pain.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I shrug a bit.
“So, would you like to keep going? Do you trust me enough to allow me?”
I chew on the inside of my cheek for a few seconds in consideration before I sit up and glance over my shoulder. “Stick it in me, big daddy,” I simper, batting my eyelids.
“Oh, fuck off, it was my first film. You weren’t any better when you first started out and you’ve still got a long, long way to go, rookie,” Jinyoung slaps his hand down on my back.
“Pfft, I can admit that I’m no Leslie Cheung, but I am not and was never, ever that bad,” I snort. Jinyoung mimes a punch at my ass. “Well, the memory of your dark past has got me feeling all loosey-goosey and I’m ready to level up,” I lie back down and wiggle my hips.
“Right, let’s get to it,” Jinyoung cracks his knuckles.
part 2
Pairing: Jackson/JB
Rating: NC-17
Length: 8.4k
Summary: Jackson is the newest permanent employee at JYP Adult Entertainment. He bottoms for the first time when he's paired up for a film with Jaebum, an exclusive top and new transfer to JYP.
A/N: lol how did this end up being 8k+ words?
One of the lesser known aspects of life in adult entertainment? Lots and lots of paperwork-script read-throughs, personal physical health assessments, personal mental health assessments, waivers and release forms, etc. etc., etc. Or maybe that’s just a JYP thing. I’ve only been doing porn-or ‘adult films’, as Boss Jinyoung insist on calling it-for three months, and it’s not like I’ve bothered asking about standard operating procedures in other companies to really be sure. Either way, I’m reading through and comparing the terms of my permanent contract with my temporary contract when I get an email from the boss.
Jackson,
I’d like to see you at my office later this evening at half past five.
Regards,
Park Jinyoung
C.E.O. & Director
JYP Adult Entertainment
It’s as drab and sterile as any other message he’s sent me, despite my insistence that he at least throw in a smiley face or two, but I can’t help but wonder if he’s upset with me. Maybe he’s having second thoughts about taking me on for good, or maybe one of the senior performers had some kind of complaint about me. I really can’t afford to lose this job, at least not until I can get another on, and even though fucking on camera is actually not quite as fun as I thought it’d be, it definitely pays better than being a fucking waiter.
“Jackson, chill,” I shake my head to get rid of thoughts of rent and living expenses and being homeless in a foreign country. “It’s probably nothing.”
To ease my mind, I steal a yoghurt drink from my housemate’s side of the fridge and down it one go. Technically, I’m not really stealing it, though. The thing expires today and the guy won’t be back from his trip for another week, and it would be a shame to waste perfectly good food, by just letting it to go bad. Nodding to myself, I head back to my desk and busy myself for the rest of the afternoon with the tedious, soul-draining process of sending out job applications.
JYP Adult Entertainment-or JYPorn as I like to call it-is mid-sized company that has been producing blue movies since films were sold in VHS format. Though it’s apparently fallen behind its two main competitor studios, JYP has managed to stay relevant with charismatic and loveable performers who have a knack for inspiring great loyalty in its remaining patrons. Before joining its ranks, I could be called one of those patrons.
(Yes, I actually spent money on porn in the year 2015. I didn’t even watch the damned thing. Even though he’s legal-and I definitely know he is now, because I’ve since seen his passport-the kid just looked too young for me to be comfortable with that.)
Three months on, it’s still a bit weird to walk the halls and see some of the performers doing normal, human things like taking a nap in the break room, or reading a book in between takes or looking a mess in the morning before the stylists make them over.
“Hey, Jackson!” I turn my head and see Taecyeon’s tall, bulky figure jogging up to me. “You look a bit lost, is everything alright?” he pats me on the back.
“I might have forgotten how to get to the boss’s office,” I admit with a sheepish grin.
Taecyeon shakes his head at me, before he grabs me by the shoulders and turns me in the right direction. I expect him to leave after that, but he walks with me down the hall. “So, correct me if I’m wrong, but your probation is almost up, right?”
“Yeah, I’m looking over the permanent contract and getting ready to sign it.”
“Are you trying to decipher the complicated lawyer talk or are you having doubts?” he asks in a tone that lets me know he thinks it’s the latter.
“It’s not like I grew up want to be a pornstar,” I cross my arms, feeling defensive.
“Nobody does,” Taecyeon says, looking a bit wistful. “If you’re worried about being locked into this job, unable to get a ‘real’ job until your contract expires, I can tell you that that’s the last reason not to sign on. You wouldn’t be the first person in this company to break contract to pursue other endeavours. The boss is very understanding about that sort of thing, especially when it comes to our foreign members of staff,” Taecyeon ruffles my hair.
“Huh, really?” I already feel less anxious about this meeting.
“Well, here we are,” he gestures to the door in front of us. “Just remember that there’s no contract in the world that can’t be broken. See you around, hopefully,” he waves before he heads back.
“Thanks, Taec,” I return his wave. “Alright, meeting time.”
As it turns out, the meeting has nothing to do with his contract renewal, well not really.
“Im Jaebum, a performer from another company, will be transferring here next month, and I thought you would be the perfect one to co-star in his debut film,” Boss Jinyoung punctuates his announcement with a few seconds of clapping.
“Wait, what? Im Jaebum? And me? The both of us, together?”
The boss just looks at me like I’ve dribbled on my shirt like a toddler, but what rookie in this business wouldn’t be surprised at getting put to work with him. I’d be like if some contestant on one of those singing shows got to cut a track with Rhianna for their debut single. Also, I’m wondering how that’s going to work.
Though I haven’t seen all of Jaebum’s filmography (just eighty percent or so), one thing that stands out is the fact that the guy never seems to bottom. At this point I just figured it was written into his contract or something. Apparently, some guys do that, and Jaebum-or the persona he puts on in films, anyway-practically has ‘I’m an alpha male’ tattooed on his forehead. Dominance practically seeps out of his pores, both in still photos and video reel, and he’s almost always paired up with younger, pretty boy types. He and I are the same age, and although I’m no stranger to being called cute, I’m a lot more muscled than the guys Jaebum usually works with.
“Yes, the both of you, together,” Boss Jinyoung repeats in a way that lets me known I’m being patronised. Ignoring my pout, he carries on. “It’s to be a continuation of our School Days series. The two of you will play roommates at university.”
Ah, one of the classic set-ups, and the perfect sort of first project to ease someone into a new company, even if they are an industry veteran. Not to mention, school scenes are the only ones I can really say I’m good at doing.
“Your character will be a bit of an odd ball who’s perfectly fine with doing things like walking around naked or even masturbating even while Jaebum’s character is in the room.”
I can help but snort at that. By that line of thinking, the very nature of this job makes me and Jaebum, and even wise and caring Taecyeon, all odd balls. But then again, maybe we are.
“In contrast to your character, who’s comfortable with and open about his sexuality, Jaebum’s character will be flustered by that sort of behaviour as he struggles with wrapping his mind around the idea that he’s now attracted to a man.”
“And then I seduce him, or he eventually gets over it and admits he wants me, happy times ensue,” I nod knowingly.
“Basically,” Boss Jinyoung holds his hands out with his palms up. “The highlight will, of course, be the scene where you consummate your relationship.”
God only knows why Boss Jinyoung insists on using such flowery and stuffy language when talking about sex. He runs a porn business for fuck’s sake.
“Where Jaebum’s character accepts himself and lets me fuck him,” I nod.
Boss Jinyoung presses his lips into a thin line and gives me an annoyed look for a second before he speaks again. “No, Jaebum’s character will not be bottoming for you. You will be bottoming for him.”
“Wait, I’m gonna what?”
Although it wasn’t a stipulation of my temporary contract, I kind of just assumed that they wouldn’t ask me to do anything that involved anal penetration. Shit, it was the first thing I asked in my interview. One disastrous attempt with my first boyfriend left me with nothing but an embarrassing trip to A&E and an even more humiliating talk with my parents kinda killed any desire for me to ever try it again.
“If you agree to take the project, he would top you. Not bottoming is a stipulation of his contract,” the boss explains with a shrug.
“Yeah, okay, I get that you, like, have legal shit to uphold, but why not put him someone like Jinyoung, or Youngjae, or Bambam? Why me?”
“Customer satisfaction. As you know, I like to read through the comments section on all of the videos we release, and over the past three months, I’ve noticed that a lot of our patrons have a strong desire to see you bottom, partially because of your bottom,” he chuckles a bit at his own joke. “They say that it’s gorgeous and that it’s such a shame that someone hasn’t worshipped it.”
“Yes, well, I have my days as an athlete to thank for that,” I rub the back of my neck. I was always a sucker for being complemented, particularly for my lower body.
“So, I figured that this would be the perfect opportunity to give the people what they want. There’s no real census on who should top you, so I figured that it wouldn’t really be satisfying to do this with anyone else that I have on staff. Jaebum, on the other hand, already has a reputation, and you’ve never worked together before, so there’s that fresh, mysterious aspect to this collaboration.”
“It’s just…Do I have to do it? What would you do if I said this was my line in the sand?”
“I’d have to get Jinyoung or Youngjae or Mark to do it,” he shrugs. “I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I told you that when you first started working here, and I meant it. I’m not a monster.”
“Yeah, no, I know that, I just have to-”
“I understand,” he says simply. It’s times like these when I feel a rush of appreciation for the old man and thanks for the fact that I ended up at his company, even if doing porn wasn’t part of my original career plan. “You don’t have to decide right here and now. Jaebum’s transfer won’t be finalised for another two weeks or so anyway.”
“Right,” I nod, chewing on my lower lip. I take that as my cue that I’m free to go and get up out of the chair.
“While you’re thinking it over, don’t forget to take into account the extra money you’ll make from this project, should you choose to accept it.”
“Extra money?” I turn back to his desk at Boss Jinyoung’s words.
He nods. “There’s a lot of anticipation for Jaebum’s first video post-transfer, both from his old fans and our own patrons. The overall traffic to our website has seen a fifteen percent increase ever since the announcement was made, and the hits on our previews page has shot up,” he explains.
“Can you put a number on that anticipation?”
“After streaming, ads, and DVD sales, I’d say five million Won.”
“Five million?” I can feel my eyebrows trying to jump into hairline.
“Conservative estimate. And if the two of you work well together, you could add to your fan base, do more scenes and films with him and accumulate more.”
I close my mouth when I feel my tongue getting dry. “That is something to think about,” I nod as I turn to leave his office. I won’t give him my answer until I absolutely have to, but I think I already know what I’m going to say.
Jinyoung, not to be confused with Boss Jinyoung, is one of my co-workers at JYP. He’s one of the few people in the industry who seems to whole heartedly love his job and will probably be sad when he’s forced to retire. Not that the rest of us are all sad sacks who cry and/or drink themselves to sleep at night, but even something as inherently awesome as sex can get tedious when it’s done professionally. Jinyoung doesn’t seem to get tired of it though, and he rarely has one of those days, when a performer just can’t get into a scene, to everyone’s frustration. The shooting staff think it’s because he actually studied acting at school and has a natural talent for taking on a character’s emotions. The performing staff think it’s because he’s a secret nympho who uses work as a way of self-medicating. Whatever the reason, he’s probably the best person I could go to for advice.
Maybe I should’ve just stuck with the usual and just suggested we get some cheap street food on the way to the train station, but I thought I might be able to get his advice and his silence if I sprung for something a bit fancier; after all, Jinyoung enjoys the finer things in life. The restaurant we’re sitting in has a tablecloth and actual cutlery and freaking wine glasses set out on the table, and the prices aren’t listed on the menu. I’m already regretting my choice.
“So, how has that new series with Yugyeom been going?” I ask as we wait for Jinyoung’s meal to be served. Assuming the worst, I figure I will only be able to afford food for one person.
“You know that I don’t like to talk badly about any of our co-workers, but that kid is driving me mad,” Jinyoung groans, sipping at his wine. “He hasn’t even been nineteen for a month, and he acts like he knows everything, like I’m being ridiculous when I try to teach him things.”
I’ve worked with Yugyeom once before and I didn’t have any trouble at all, but I nod and hum sympathetically. “That must be so frustrating. Do you want me to take him aside and talk to him about being more respectful?”
Maybe that last offer was the prod that burst the bubble, because Jinyoung narrows his eyes at me. “Okay, I’ve been waiting for you to just ask ever since you suggested we come here, but it looks like I’m going to have to drag it out of you myself. What do you want?”
In the three days since I officially agreed to do the film with Jaebum, I’ve been trying to come up with ways to breach this subject delicately. “How do you take it up the ass?” ‘Trying’ is the operative word.
Jinyoung gives me that same look Boss Jinyoung gives me on set when he thinks I’m fucking up a scene. “How…wait, a minute, does this have anything to do with Im Jaebum, exclusive top, transferring to our company?”
Shit, I didn’t think he’d put it together that quickly. “It might,” I shrug, going for casual.
“Ahhh, so that’s why you’ve been meeting with Park PD,” Jinyoung says smugly.
I sigh. “Yes, you got me. We’re due to start filming in two weeks, and if I don’t find out how to get fucked, I’m gonna be fucked. So, you’re the expert, what should I do?”
“You know, you didn’t have to do all this just to get my advice,” Jinyoung leans his cheek in one hand while he gestures to the restaurant with his other hand.
“It’s not just your advice I want, it’s your discretion. Everyone else will eventually find out about it, but I don’t want anyone to here that I asked for your help-or anything else I’m gonna disclose to you.”
“Oh, now I’m really intrigued,” Jinyoung cocks an eyebrow.
“Look,” I sigh, dropping my eyes to the table top, “the last time I let someone fuck me, it was painful and horrible and I bled from my ass,” I finish the rest of my sentence in a rush. After a few seconds of silence, I lance up at Jinyoung to see him staring at me with something that looks like pity.
“As much as I’d like to have a laugh at your expense, you clearly have some kind of trauma about this,” his tone is all soft and concerned, and his eyes look vaguely misty, and there is no way in hell that we’re going down that road.
“Dude, it’s not that serious. I don’t need therapy, I just need to know how to prepare my ass so I don’t bleed the next time I get a cock shoved inside it,” I say bluntly.
“Alright, if you say so,” Jinyoung says airily, but not-pity still lingers in his expression. He pauses to allow the waiter to rest his plate of food on the table. “Would you like me to tell you what to do to properly stretch yourself, or would you like me to give you a practical demonstration?”
It’s a testament to how different the two of us are that it doesn’t even occur to Jinyoung that he should say that last part of the sentence with some kind of leer or suggestive wink. God knows I couldn’t not do it. “I was just thinking you could tell me what to do, but now that you say it, yeah, I guess showing me would be better,” I nod.
“What’s a good time for you?” Jinyoung asks before he swallows a mouthful of something I can’t pronounce.
“Are you free tonight?” Jinyoung’s eyebrows jump. “I kinda just want to get it over with, do it before I can pussy out and change my mind.” Jinyoung nods thoughtfully, and then starts laughing out of nowhere. “What?”
“Did we accidentally go on a date?” he chuckles, his eyes disappearing.
Unbidden, a laugh sputters past my lips. “Huh, yeah, I guess so. Though, this isn’t the kind of place I’d take a date to.”
“I guess that just means that I’m special,” Jinyoung curls his hands into fists and places them by his cheeks.
“So, hurry up and eat, so we can get to the main attraction of the evening,” I throw a wink at him. Bottoming feels a bit less daunting now that I’ve found a way to wrap it up in a jest, but I really do want to get it over with now so I can get it over with later.
It takes us an hour and a half to get down to it-we first have to stop by Jinyoung’s place to get supplies, because there’s no way I’m doing this in someone else’s house; then, we have to get over to my place and have a quick shower (separately, of course)-and it feels like my first day on set. Jinyoung lays out cylindrical items of varying colours and sizes on my bed, along with packs of condoms and bottles of lube.
“Would you like me to stretch you or should I let you watch me stretch myself?” he asks, the honest curiosity in his expression a stark contrast to the sultriness of his tone. We haven’t even started and he’s already halfway into his filming persona.
“Uh, well, I guess you’d better just stretch me, it’s not like I’ve never seen you stretch yourself before. I mean…you know what I mean,” I give myself a shake, reminding myself that there’s no reason to be nervous with Jinyoung.
He lips quirk up in a smirk. “Take a seat, then,” he gestures to the bed with a jerk of his head.
Right. The moment of truth. I take a deep breath before I shuffle across the room and drop down on my bed.
“On your stomach,” Jinyoung directs me to lie down with a pillow propping up my ass.
In the corner of my eye, I see him pouring lube onto his hands. My throat is now dry. I bury my face in my sheets and wait for the inevitable. Jinyoung’s slicked fingers soon touch me, but not exactly where I was expecting them, unless my asshole has moved to my shoulders.
“Okay, the first thing you need to do is relax,” Jinyoung’s hums into my ear as he kneads my shoulders, his voice nothing but honey.
I appreciate the effort he’s putting into this, but that is much easier said than done.
“I can practically hear that snide thought. Easier said than done, right?”
In disbelief, I turn to look at him over my shoulder. He simply pushes my head back down on the bed, and continues the movement of his hands down the centre of my back. I have to admit, he’s really good with his hands. If I close my eyes and breathe deeply, I can lose myself in the sensations, forget why we’re really here. When he finally reaches my lower back, I can’t help but tense up a bit in anticipation.
“So stubborn you are,” Jinyoung sighs, and I can imagine him shaking his head at me. The bed dips slightly as he straddles my legs. “I’m going to start touching your spot now,” he warns as his fingers gently kneads the flesh of my ass.
He spreads my legs wider, and I shiver slightly as the sensitive skin there is tickled by a puff of warm air. I hear the cap of the bottle of lube opening, and I think he’s going to start massaging me again, but instead I feel the liquid drops land on my ass and trickle down the crack. Warm air hits my asshole again, and I can feel it puckering.
“The hell are you doing?” I groan. My voice sounds a bit too rough, considering we’ve only just started.
“Getting you warmed up,” Jinyoung replies, running his finger down the middle of my ass, past the pucker and down to my balls. “Simple touching just so you can get to know the sensations that you can experience in this area.” Within a few seconds, his finger is teasing the crack of my ass again. It circles the rim of my hole, and expect him to stick it inside, but he doesn’t.
“This is kind nice and all, I won’t lie, but can you just get right down to the actual penetration. The more you try to work up to it is the more I just want to get it over with,” I sit up slightly and look over my shoulder to see Jinyoung scowling at me.
“God, you’re impatient. Why even ask for my expertise if you’re just going to rush the process? Fine, we’ll move on to insertion,” he clicks his tongue.
The word ‘insertion’ makes me gulp and kind of regret telling him to hurry it up.
“Remember what I said about relaxing,” Jinyoung briefly rubs my back.
“Yeah, right,” I mumble into the sheets, trying to force the rigidity out of my body with each exhale.
After pouring what feels like half a bottle of lube on my ass, Jinyoung tilts it up a bit higher and presses something to my hole that feels hard and soft at the same time. Instinctively, I tense up, but he massages my pucker with the pad of his thumb until I’m more relaxed.
“I’m starting now,” he says.
It’s weird and awkward and uncomfortable and slightly painful, but nothing like what my memory tells me it should be. I don’t know if it’s because Jinyoung is just that good or if my recollection of that day is distorted. Column A, column B, maybe. At any rate, now that I’m actually trying it and not bleeding from my asshole, this whole bottoming thing doesn’t seem so daunting anymore.
“There, it’s fully inside,” Jinyoung announces a few minutes later. “How does it feel?”
“Not too bad, actually,” I grin at him, my head pillowed in my arms.
“Good to know,” he chuckles, before he taps the plug that’s stuck in my ass.
“Whoa,” I gasps as a shiver runs up my spine. “Is that what you feel when you get fucked?”
“All that and more, as long as the other person knows what they’re doing-and that’s not something you’ll have to worry about with Jaebum.”
“No shit? Well, damn, what was I worried about?” I can’t help but cackle as I think about how much of a pansy I’ve been about this. No wonder Jinyoung wanted to laugh at me.
“Since you’ve seemed to be fully adjusted to the first plug, how about we try the next plug?”
“Wait, the how big was the first plug?”
“About an inch in diameter.” I’m not laughing anymore. “I told you to be patient,” Jinyoung says matter-of-factly. “We could be here a while. But now you know that you can do it, and without being in horrible pain.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I shrug a bit.
“So, would you like to keep going? Do you trust me enough to allow me?”
I chew on the inside of my cheek for a few seconds in consideration before I sit up and glance over my shoulder. “Stick it in me, big daddy,” I simper, batting my eyelids.
“Oh, fuck off, it was my first film. You weren’t any better when you first started out and you’ve still got a long, long way to go, rookie,” Jinyoung slaps his hand down on my back.
“Pfft, I can admit that I’m no Leslie Cheung, but I am not and was never, ever that bad,” I snort. Jinyoung mimes a punch at my ass. “Well, the memory of your dark past has got me feeling all loosey-goosey and I’m ready to level up,” I lie back down and wiggle my hips.
“Right, let’s get to it,” Jinyoung cracks his knuckles.
part 2