Entry-level Position (Nino/everyone)
Title: Entry-level Position
Remix of New to the Industry by astrangerenters written for jentfic_remix
Rating: PG-13 (for language and implied sex)
Group/Pairing: Jun/Nino, Aiba/Nino, Ohno/Nino…
Warnings: Porn stars?
Notes: For astrangerenters! I had a lot of fun writing this. People should definitely read the original too. :) Thanks to Ricecake and Rissa for handholding and beta reading. ♥
“Executive assistant, sales representative, security guard… Oh! Dog walker! I’d do that,” Aiba exclaims enthusiastically.
Nino snorts. “You’re welcome to take it and pay my rent for me,” he says, eyes glued to the TV screen and thumbs busy on his Wii remote control.
“There’s something at the burger joint,” Aiba says. “How about it, Nino?”
“How about no,” Nino replies.
Aiba pouts. Nino can’t exactly see his face, but he doesn’t have to to know that Aiba is pouting. He’s known Aiba long enough to be able to feel it, and he has to wonder when Aiba became such a manipulative little minx. Nino’s never admitting to any other weaknesses, he thinks, no matter how drunk Aiba gets him or how truly amazing Aiba’s mouth is.
“I thought you liked burgers,” Aiba says.
“I like eating them, not flipping them.”
“Well, let me know if you find a job that pays you to sit on your ass and play games all day,” Aiba replies, and Nino throws him a glare over his shoulder.
“That’s a little unfair for someone who gets paid to fuck people all day,” Nino points out a little grudgingly.
When Aiba first told him that he had been cast in a porn movie - one titled Ultimate Orgy Boys 3 - Nino may have spent a couple of weeks giggling and coming up with the worse ass jokes possible (or well, more than usual that is). Now, though, with some time to reflect on it and after having seen some of the guys Aiba got to work with, Nino has to admit that he’s starting to see the advantages. No job is perfect, of course, but some sure are better than flipping burgers, right? Plus, the money is pretty good if Aiba’s brand new car is anything to judge by.
“Speaking of which, how about plugging me in with some of your acquaintances?” he asks casually.
*
Nino isn’t a perfectionist. He has little interest for matters such as aestheticism, appearances, impressions. If there is something he likes, though, he becomes relentless. It’s not about perfection or form, it’s about mastery, control, and he won’t count the hours until he gets there. When he plays games, he won’t stop until he reaches the end and beats the crap out of the big boss. (He has a standing record of 48 hours without sleep which he is quite proud of.) With magic, he’ll practise until he’s in perfect control. He once spent 7 consecutive hours in a batting cage, 3 days on the same chord progression, and - most recently - a whole week on the conquest of his latest sex toy.
Nino sets down “Mr. Happy” on the nightstand next to the lube and tissues and just out of the camera range. (It wouldn’t do to ruin the surprise.) One last look around, and he figures he’s probably all set. He takes a little breath, closes his eyes for a couple of seconds, then walks up to the camera. He isn’t nervous, but he isn’t exactly used to being on camera either. “Just be your charming self,” Aiba had said, to which Nino had snorted loudly and replied with a few of his most appropriate gestures.
Time to play it by ear, he figures, the hits record.
*
The video cuts abruptly and Nino grins.
“So, what do you think?” he asks coyly. He reclines in his seat and spreads his legs, watching Aiba finally clamp his jaw shut. “Think I’ve got what it takes?”
“You’ve been keeping things from me!” Aiba exclaims, a little outraged, but also clearly turned on. Nino smirks and shrugs. “What else is there?” Aiba asks, reaching for Nino’s pants.
*
The first person Aiba introduces him to is a movie director.
“I’ve worked with Ohno-san several times in the past. He’s a really nice guy and he’s also very talented. His films aren’t just porn, they’re erotic masterpieces,” Aiba says with conviction, and Nino raises an eyebrow. “Or so I read in a magazine,” Aiba adds.
“So what did Director-san think of the artistic value of Mr. Happy then?” Nino asks.
“He loved it!” Aiba grins widely.
Nino smirks.
*
“I’m going to make a star out of you,” Ohno says on their first meeting, and Nino can’t help but like the sparkle of inspiration he sees in the director’s eyes. He can’t help but like it a lot.
When he lets Ohno fuck him later, bent over the makeup counter of an empty dressing room, he calls it career development and training, and when Ohno’s laugh vibrates pleasantly over his back, Nino tells himself that - yes - he’s going to fucking love his new job.
*
Meeting his co-star for the first time, Nino is disappointed. When they told him he’d be working with the guy from Cherry Blossom Fuck Toy, Nino had pictured the tall guy with the broad shoulders and the huge birthmark on his ass. What he gets instead is the scrawny bottom guy with the pouty lips, and he has to wonder how this is even going to work, how they’re going to make it look believable when Nino could probably easily have him on his hands and knees begging for it.
When poked, though, the guy gets prickly, and Nino thinks this might just get a lot more interesting than he originally thought.
“Are you going to fuck me hard, Matsumoto-san?” he asks, the curve of his smile demure but his eyes open and shameless.
Matsumoto bristles. “Do your job and I’ll do mine,” he replies. His fingers tighten onto Nino’s hips in a way that is both punishing and demanding, and Nino likes it.
Three scenes later, Nino finds that he suddenly likes Matsumoto a whole lot more.
*
The DVD premiere party is modest, but the drinks are free. Aiba tags along because “Matsujun” is his favourite, but ends up spending most of the night flirting with a staff girl with rosy cheeks named Becky. Nino doesn’t mind. The staff is pretty friendly, and Ohno gets hilarious when drunk.
“We should have another go sometime,” Nino says, passing his arm around Ohno’s shoulders.
Ohno nods. “Yeah!” he agrees enthusiastically. “I think you’d look great with your hands tied up above your head. I’m thinking silk. Red silk,” he says thoughtfully, and Nino isn’t quite sure if he’s talking about them having sex together or his next movie, but he doesn’t really care either way.
“Hi. Ninomiya-san?” someone asks, and Nino turns to see the hot guy with the sloping shoulders who’s been standing by Matsumoto’s side since the beginning of the night.
“I’m Sakurai Sho,” he says, bowing politely while presenting his business card with both hands. Nino accepts it and takes a look. “I represent Matsumoto-san and a few other talents in the industry. Aiba-kun told me you didn’t have an agent yet…”
Nino glances at Aiba, then at Sakurai’s mouth, then at Matsumoto who looks all dandy in his silver suit and black silk scarf.
“Why don’t I give you a call?” he replies, slipping the card into his pocket.
*
“I am never working with you again,” Matsumoto says, standing on Nino’s doorstep two weeks after the DVD release. Sales have been going well apparently. There’s even talk about Nino being nominated for some New Comer award or some other ridiculous prize.
Nino turns around and heads back in, leaving the door open for Matsumoto to follow. The place probably looks like crap to someone like Matsumoto, with its bed sheet curtains and broken down couch. Not that Nino really cares. When he turns around, he notices Matsumoto has taken off his shoes anyway.
“I’ve been in the industry for years, and I don’t think I’ve ever been given so little camera time,” Matsumoto continues, and it sounds like maybe he came here with a speech prepared only to find himself struggling for words. “Losing to an inexperienced brat, it’s a little humiliating,” he finally admits.
Nino nods, then shakes his head. “So why are you here exactly?” he asks, because the feelings may sound sincere but Nino doubts Matsumoto showed up at his apartment just so they could have a heart to heart. There is something Matsumoto wants, and from the way his cheeks flush at the question, Nino thinks he might like the answer.
Then Matsumoto sinks to his knees.
“Will you… um… Will you teach me, Nino?”
Nino smirks.
*
“Did you know your agent offered to represent me?” Nino asks a little while later, naked and feeling pleasantly spent. “I think I’ll consider. I hear he gives good head.”
“Fuck you,” Matsumoto replies weakly - it’s hard to sound sharp and venomous when breathless in post-orgasmic haze. Nino is a magnanimous person, though, so he lets it slide.
“Oh, yes, good job on that.” He gets a half-hearted slap from Matsumoto and grins.
“You’re such a…” Matsumoto starts, then sighs. “Never mind. If you let me take a shower, I’ll buy you dinner,” he offers instead.
Remix of New to the Industry by astrangerenters written for jentfic_remix
Rating: PG-13 (for language and implied sex)
Group/Pairing: Jun/Nino, Aiba/Nino, Ohno/Nino…
Warnings: Porn stars?
Notes: For astrangerenters! I had a lot of fun writing this. People should definitely read the original too. :) Thanks to Ricecake and Rissa for handholding and beta reading. ♥
“Executive assistant, sales representative, security guard… Oh! Dog walker! I’d do that,” Aiba exclaims enthusiastically.
Nino snorts. “You’re welcome to take it and pay my rent for me,” he says, eyes glued to the TV screen and thumbs busy on his Wii remote control.
“There’s something at the burger joint,” Aiba says. “How about it, Nino?”
“How about no,” Nino replies.
Aiba pouts. Nino can’t exactly see his face, but he doesn’t have to to know that Aiba is pouting. He’s known Aiba long enough to be able to feel it, and he has to wonder when Aiba became such a manipulative little minx. Nino’s never admitting to any other weaknesses, he thinks, no matter how drunk Aiba gets him or how truly amazing Aiba’s mouth is.
“I thought you liked burgers,” Aiba says.
“I like eating them, not flipping them.”
“Well, let me know if you find a job that pays you to sit on your ass and play games all day,” Aiba replies, and Nino throws him a glare over his shoulder.
“That’s a little unfair for someone who gets paid to fuck people all day,” Nino points out a little grudgingly.
When Aiba first told him that he had been cast in a porn movie - one titled Ultimate Orgy Boys 3 - Nino may have spent a couple of weeks giggling and coming up with the worse ass jokes possible (or well, more than usual that is). Now, though, with some time to reflect on it and after having seen some of the guys Aiba got to work with, Nino has to admit that he’s starting to see the advantages. No job is perfect, of course, but some sure are better than flipping burgers, right? Plus, the money is pretty good if Aiba’s brand new car is anything to judge by.
“Speaking of which, how about plugging me in with some of your acquaintances?” he asks casually.
*
Nino isn’t a perfectionist. He has little interest for matters such as aestheticism, appearances, impressions. If there is something he likes, though, he becomes relentless. It’s not about perfection or form, it’s about mastery, control, and he won’t count the hours until he gets there. When he plays games, he won’t stop until he reaches the end and beats the crap out of the big boss. (He has a standing record of 48 hours without sleep which he is quite proud of.) With magic, he’ll practise until he’s in perfect control. He once spent 7 consecutive hours in a batting cage, 3 days on the same chord progression, and - most recently - a whole week on the conquest of his latest sex toy.
Nino sets down “Mr. Happy” on the nightstand next to the lube and tissues and just out of the camera range. (It wouldn’t do to ruin the surprise.) One last look around, and he figures he’s probably all set. He takes a little breath, closes his eyes for a couple of seconds, then walks up to the camera. He isn’t nervous, but he isn’t exactly used to being on camera either. “Just be your charming self,” Aiba had said, to which Nino had snorted loudly and replied with a few of his most appropriate gestures.
Time to play it by ear, he figures, the hits record.
*
The video cuts abruptly and Nino grins.
“So, what do you think?” he asks coyly. He reclines in his seat and spreads his legs, watching Aiba finally clamp his jaw shut. “Think I’ve got what it takes?”
“You’ve been keeping things from me!” Aiba exclaims, a little outraged, but also clearly turned on. Nino smirks and shrugs. “What else is there?” Aiba asks, reaching for Nino’s pants.
*
The first person Aiba introduces him to is a movie director.
“I’ve worked with Ohno-san several times in the past. He’s a really nice guy and he’s also very talented. His films aren’t just porn, they’re erotic masterpieces,” Aiba says with conviction, and Nino raises an eyebrow. “Or so I read in a magazine,” Aiba adds.
“So what did Director-san think of the artistic value of Mr. Happy then?” Nino asks.
“He loved it!” Aiba grins widely.
Nino smirks.
*
“I’m going to make a star out of you,” Ohno says on their first meeting, and Nino can’t help but like the sparkle of inspiration he sees in the director’s eyes. He can’t help but like it a lot.
When he lets Ohno fuck him later, bent over the makeup counter of an empty dressing room, he calls it career development and training, and when Ohno’s laugh vibrates pleasantly over his back, Nino tells himself that - yes - he’s going to fucking love his new job.
*
Meeting his co-star for the first time, Nino is disappointed. When they told him he’d be working with the guy from Cherry Blossom Fuck Toy, Nino had pictured the tall guy with the broad shoulders and the huge birthmark on his ass. What he gets instead is the scrawny bottom guy with the pouty lips, and he has to wonder how this is even going to work, how they’re going to make it look believable when Nino could probably easily have him on his hands and knees begging for it.
When poked, though, the guy gets prickly, and Nino thinks this might just get a lot more interesting than he originally thought.
“Are you going to fuck me hard, Matsumoto-san?” he asks, the curve of his smile demure but his eyes open and shameless.
Matsumoto bristles. “Do your job and I’ll do mine,” he replies. His fingers tighten onto Nino’s hips in a way that is both punishing and demanding, and Nino likes it.
Three scenes later, Nino finds that he suddenly likes Matsumoto a whole lot more.
*
The DVD premiere party is modest, but the drinks are free. Aiba tags along because “Matsujun” is his favourite, but ends up spending most of the night flirting with a staff girl with rosy cheeks named Becky. Nino doesn’t mind. The staff is pretty friendly, and Ohno gets hilarious when drunk.
“We should have another go sometime,” Nino says, passing his arm around Ohno’s shoulders.
Ohno nods. “Yeah!” he agrees enthusiastically. “I think you’d look great with your hands tied up above your head. I’m thinking silk. Red silk,” he says thoughtfully, and Nino isn’t quite sure if he’s talking about them having sex together or his next movie, but he doesn’t really care either way.
“Hi. Ninomiya-san?” someone asks, and Nino turns to see the hot guy with the sloping shoulders who’s been standing by Matsumoto’s side since the beginning of the night.
“I’m Sakurai Sho,” he says, bowing politely while presenting his business card with both hands. Nino accepts it and takes a look. “I represent Matsumoto-san and a few other talents in the industry. Aiba-kun told me you didn’t have an agent yet…”
Nino glances at Aiba, then at Sakurai’s mouth, then at Matsumoto who looks all dandy in his silver suit and black silk scarf.
“Why don’t I give you a call?” he replies, slipping the card into his pocket.
*
“I am never working with you again,” Matsumoto says, standing on Nino’s doorstep two weeks after the DVD release. Sales have been going well apparently. There’s even talk about Nino being nominated for some New Comer award or some other ridiculous prize.
Nino turns around and heads back in, leaving the door open for Matsumoto to follow. The place probably looks like crap to someone like Matsumoto, with its bed sheet curtains and broken down couch. Not that Nino really cares. When he turns around, he notices Matsumoto has taken off his shoes anyway.
“I’ve been in the industry for years, and I don’t think I’ve ever been given so little camera time,” Matsumoto continues, and it sounds like maybe he came here with a speech prepared only to find himself struggling for words. “Losing to an inexperienced brat, it’s a little humiliating,” he finally admits.
Nino nods, then shakes his head. “So why are you here exactly?” he asks, because the feelings may sound sincere but Nino doubts Matsumoto showed up at his apartment just so they could have a heart to heart. There is something Matsumoto wants, and from the way his cheeks flush at the question, Nino thinks he might like the answer.
Then Matsumoto sinks to his knees.
“Will you… um… Will you teach me, Nino?”
Nino smirks.
*
“Did you know your agent offered to represent me?” Nino asks a little while later, naked and feeling pleasantly spent. “I think I’ll consider. I hear he gives good head.”
“Fuck you,” Matsumoto replies weakly - it’s hard to sound sharp and venomous when breathless in post-orgasmic haze. Nino is a magnanimous person, though, so he lets it slide.
“Oh, yes, good job on that.” He gets a half-hearted slap from Matsumoto and grins.
“You’re such a…” Matsumoto starts, then sighs. “Never mind. If you let me take a shower, I’ll buy you dinner,” he offers instead.