Unnnamed Story: Amateur Porn
Name: Amateur Porn
Pairing: Yoshi x Ren
Rating: 18+
Words: 1232
Notes: Huuur, original content! Wow. Uh. There's a good chance you'll see more of them and their friends.
AV = adult video
VK = visual kei
CBR = captive bead ring
“What do you mean he’s not coming?”
“Shhh, we’re filming!”
“Fuck fuck fuck.”
There are five men in the room; a producer, two cameramen and two men half heartedly fucking on a bed. The producer, Kenji, sighs as he listens to their main stars repetitive moans. One, two, uhhh. One, two, uhhh. One, two, uhhh. Just like clockwork.
“Fuck, Yoshi, come with me to the bathroom and tell me what the fuck’s going on. Daisuke, finish filming this scene on your own,” Kenji snaps as he makes he way out of the room.
“It’s him and his girlfriend’s one month anniversary,” Yoshi explains when they enter the bathroom. “You know Yuu’s just doing this because he can. He’s our star, everyone buys our videos because of him and he knows it.”
Kenji anxiously lights a cigarette and shoves it into his mouth, he offers one to Yoshi but he declines. “The room’s booked, we can’t afford to let it go to waste. Can you find any replacements?”
“I’ve been calling all morning, everyone’s busy.”
“Fuck... Do you know anyone?”
“W-what?”
“Do you know anyone? Fuck, you’re a queer, do you know anyone that needs money?”
Yoshi shakes his head and sighs.
They stand in the small bathroom for a moment, vaguely aware of the cries coming from the main room.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeah, it feels good.”
“That dialogue is shit,” Kenji remarks and Yoshi can only laugh. “Fuck, wait! What about your boyfriend?”
Yoshi can only look at the director with a blank expression on his face.
“I saw him pick you up from work one night, he’s pretty cute.”
“Shit, no way. No way. He wouldn’t fuck a stranger.”
Kenji laughs and looks at Yoshi, “You’re not a stranger.”
Later that night Yoshi casually mentions the idea of starring in a porn film to his boyfriend.
Ren, his lovable boyfriend of two and a half years, throws a Wii remote at his head and misses by inches.
“You bastard, it was just a suggestion!”
Their relationship, if anything, has always been exciting. Yoshi recalls meeting him three years ago and wonders if anything but dumb luck has kept them together this long.
Osaka was the location of one of his first shoots (it’s just a temporary job he had told himself at the time) and, desperate to gain a sense of normalcy after a day of filming fake sex, he quickly locates the nearest gay bar.
When he first notices Ren he doesn’t pay much attention to him. Incredibly short, big hair, face full of fuckery and so many layers of designer clothes it makes Yoshi’s head spin. Somebody nearby sneers, “Oh, it’s another VK moron.”
The bar closes at 2 in the morning and Yoshi finds himself not nearly as drunk as he wants to be. A couple in the corner of the club are engaging in a not so discreet blowjob and it manages to distract Yoshi from his drinking.
“Fuuuuuck.”
“Fuck!”
He nearly trips over somebody crouched down on the ground who seems to be looking furiously for something.
“Uhhh.”
“What the fuck! Watch where you’re walking!”
“You’re the idiot on the ground, what are you doing, taking a piss?”
The short man whips his head around and glares at Yoshi. He finds himself a little bit scared of the stranger, but only because his face is painted like a Hiroshima victim.
“I lost the ball to one of my CBRs,” he snaps.
“What?”
“Help me look for it.”
“...Okay.”
Yoshi is crouches down beside the guy he vaguely remembers from the club and looks for the ball. Or something. He’s not quite sure what he’s looking for but he’s looking pretty damn hard for it.
Twenty minutes later (even though it feels like two hours) the short man picks up something and smiles triumphantly.
“Found it!”
“...It’s a ball.”
“Yeah.”
“A really small ball.”
“...Your point?”
“I don’t have a point.”
Yoshi watches in fascination as the man pulls out a small kit from somewhere and pulls out a small bottle and a cotton swap. He squirts some liquid onto the cotton swab and cleans the ball more thoroughly than Yoshi thinks is necessary. He then fiddles with one of the piercings in his mouth before popping the ball into it.
“Uhhh... That’s pretty... weird.”
The stranger shoots him a look and it scares Yoshi once again.
“Thanks though.”
“Yeah, whatever... you’re welcome.”
“...”
“...”
“...Wanna come to my place?”
“Do you have any beer?”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck, don’t space out!”
Yoshi snaps back to reality and jumps back when he discovers he’s nose to nose with Ren. Or as nose to nose you can get to a person when you’re nearly a foot taller than them. Sure, half the piercings are gone and the makeup is toned down and the hair isn’t nearly as big, but Yoshi still swears one day Ren’s going to murder him while he sleeps.
“What the fuck were you thinking about?” Ren demands.
“The time we first met.”
The two of them begin to laugh.
“Were you serious about what you said earlier?” Ren asks later on in the night as the two catch their breath from a rather intense, but routine and normal, fuck.
“What did I say earlier?”
“About the porn thing.”
“Oh,” Yoshi pauses and reached for some tissue and cleans the semen off of Ren’s chest. “Yuu backed out of tomorrows shoot and we can’t afford to not shoot and there’s nobody to shoot with so we’re pretty much screwed and Kenji got all stupid and suggested that you come in.”
“I’ll do it. I can be like those South Jacket fags.”
“Coat West.”
“Whatever.”
Yoshi doesn’t know what to expect but he knows for certain he didn’t expect this.
He’s seen countless newcomers blush and stumble and freeze up as soon as the cameras are on, and although Ren isn’t one to be shy, Yoshi finds amazement in how natural it feels as he fucks him.
His noises are the same, the loud demands for more and the quick curses when he finds pleasure. Kenji stopped giving directions a while ago, content to let them do their own thing while Daisuke hovers over them with his camera.
“Harder dammit!”
Yoshi attacks Ren’s mouth with his own, shutting him up, as he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper. The smaller man’s legs sway according to their movements, his hands doing a poor job of keeping them still as they hang in the air.
They switch positions and locations and resume fucking, this time with Ren’s back pressed against the cold glass of the window as he sits on the windowsill . He takes fistfuls of Yoshi’s hair and pulls him closer and the only thing Yoshi can do is fuck him harder.
Later on Kenji states that he’s never seen someone come just from anal stimulation. Yoshi can only shrug and say he’s surprised as well, most times it takes more than vanilla sex to get Ren orgasming.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Ren says as the two stand in the bathroom and clean themselves off.
“You really got into it.”
“Yeah. Well. It’s you.”
Yoshi can only laugh before Ren sprays him with the shower head.
Pairing: Yoshi x Ren
Rating: 18+
Words: 1232
Notes: Huuur, original content! Wow. Uh. There's a good chance you'll see more of them and their friends.
AV = adult video
VK = visual kei
CBR = captive bead ring
“What do you mean he’s not coming?”
“Shhh, we’re filming!”
“Fuck fuck fuck.”
There are five men in the room; a producer, two cameramen and two men half heartedly fucking on a bed. The producer, Kenji, sighs as he listens to their main stars repetitive moans. One, two, uhhh. One, two, uhhh. One, two, uhhh. Just like clockwork.
“Fuck, Yoshi, come with me to the bathroom and tell me what the fuck’s going on. Daisuke, finish filming this scene on your own,” Kenji snaps as he makes he way out of the room.
“It’s him and his girlfriend’s one month anniversary,” Yoshi explains when they enter the bathroom. “You know Yuu’s just doing this because he can. He’s our star, everyone buys our videos because of him and he knows it.”
Kenji anxiously lights a cigarette and shoves it into his mouth, he offers one to Yoshi but he declines. “The room’s booked, we can’t afford to let it go to waste. Can you find any replacements?”
“I’ve been calling all morning, everyone’s busy.”
“Fuck... Do you know anyone?”
“W-what?”
“Do you know anyone? Fuck, you’re a queer, do you know anyone that needs money?”
Yoshi shakes his head and sighs.
They stand in the small bathroom for a moment, vaguely aware of the cries coming from the main room.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeah, it feels good.”
“That dialogue is shit,” Kenji remarks and Yoshi can only laugh. “Fuck, wait! What about your boyfriend?”
Yoshi can only look at the director with a blank expression on his face.
“I saw him pick you up from work one night, he’s pretty cute.”
“Shit, no way. No way. He wouldn’t fuck a stranger.”
Kenji laughs and looks at Yoshi, “You’re not a stranger.”
Later that night Yoshi casually mentions the idea of starring in a porn film to his boyfriend.
Ren, his lovable boyfriend of two and a half years, throws a Wii remote at his head and misses by inches.
“You bastard, it was just a suggestion!”
Their relationship, if anything, has always been exciting. Yoshi recalls meeting him three years ago and wonders if anything but dumb luck has kept them together this long.
Osaka was the location of one of his first shoots (it’s just a temporary job he had told himself at the time) and, desperate to gain a sense of normalcy after a day of filming fake sex, he quickly locates the nearest gay bar.
When he first notices Ren he doesn’t pay much attention to him. Incredibly short, big hair, face full of fuckery and so many layers of designer clothes it makes Yoshi’s head spin. Somebody nearby sneers, “Oh, it’s another VK moron.”
The bar closes at 2 in the morning and Yoshi finds himself not nearly as drunk as he wants to be. A couple in the corner of the club are engaging in a not so discreet blowjob and it manages to distract Yoshi from his drinking.
“Fuuuuuck.”
“Fuck!”
He nearly trips over somebody crouched down on the ground who seems to be looking furiously for something.
“Uhhh.”
“What the fuck! Watch where you’re walking!”
“You’re the idiot on the ground, what are you doing, taking a piss?”
The short man whips his head around and glares at Yoshi. He finds himself a little bit scared of the stranger, but only because his face is painted like a Hiroshima victim.
“I lost the ball to one of my CBRs,” he snaps.
“What?”
“Help me look for it.”
“...Okay.”
Yoshi is crouches down beside the guy he vaguely remembers from the club and looks for the ball. Or something. He’s not quite sure what he’s looking for but he’s looking pretty damn hard for it.
Twenty minutes later (even though it feels like two hours) the short man picks up something and smiles triumphantly.
“Found it!”
“...It’s a ball.”
“Yeah.”
“A really small ball.”
“...Your point?”
“I don’t have a point.”
Yoshi watches in fascination as the man pulls out a small kit from somewhere and pulls out a small bottle and a cotton swap. He squirts some liquid onto the cotton swab and cleans the ball more thoroughly than Yoshi thinks is necessary. He then fiddles with one of the piercings in his mouth before popping the ball into it.
“Uhhh... That’s pretty... weird.”
The stranger shoots him a look and it scares Yoshi once again.
“Thanks though.”
“Yeah, whatever... you’re welcome.”
“...”
“...”
“...Wanna come to my place?”
“Do you have any beer?”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck, don’t space out!”
Yoshi snaps back to reality and jumps back when he discovers he’s nose to nose with Ren. Or as nose to nose you can get to a person when you’re nearly a foot taller than them. Sure, half the piercings are gone and the makeup is toned down and the hair isn’t nearly as big, but Yoshi still swears one day Ren’s going to murder him while he sleeps.
“What the fuck were you thinking about?” Ren demands.
“The time we first met.”
The two of them begin to laugh.
“Were you serious about what you said earlier?” Ren asks later on in the night as the two catch their breath from a rather intense, but routine and normal, fuck.
“What did I say earlier?”
“About the porn thing.”
“Oh,” Yoshi pauses and reached for some tissue and cleans the semen off of Ren’s chest. “Yuu backed out of tomorrows shoot and we can’t afford to not shoot and there’s nobody to shoot with so we’re pretty much screwed and Kenji got all stupid and suggested that you come in.”
“I’ll do it. I can be like those South Jacket fags.”
“Coat West.”
“Whatever.”
Yoshi doesn’t know what to expect but he knows for certain he didn’t expect this.
He’s seen countless newcomers blush and stumble and freeze up as soon as the cameras are on, and although Ren isn’t one to be shy, Yoshi finds amazement in how natural it feels as he fucks him.
His noises are the same, the loud demands for more and the quick curses when he finds pleasure. Kenji stopped giving directions a while ago, content to let them do their own thing while Daisuke hovers over them with his camera.
“Harder dammit!”
Yoshi attacks Ren’s mouth with his own, shutting him up, as he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper. The smaller man’s legs sway according to their movements, his hands doing a poor job of keeping them still as they hang in the air.
They switch positions and locations and resume fucking, this time with Ren’s back pressed against the cold glass of the window as he sits on the windowsill . He takes fistfuls of Yoshi’s hair and pulls him closer and the only thing Yoshi can do is fuck him harder.
Later on Kenji states that he’s never seen someone come just from anal stimulation. Yoshi can only shrug and say he’s surprised as well, most times it takes more than vanilla sex to get Ren orgasming.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Ren says as the two stand in the bathroom and clean themselves off.
“You really got into it.”
“Yeah. Well. It’s you.”
Yoshi can only laugh before Ren sprays him with the shower head.