[Fic] From Top To Bottom: A Guide To Finding The Dick Of Your Dreams
Title: From Top To Bottom: A Guide To Finding The Dick Of Your Dreams
Pairing: Chanyeol/Jongin
Rating: NC-17
Length: 9.4k
Warnings: pornstar!au - the characters in the main pairing have sex with other people
Notes: Originally written for yeolliepopday. Shout out to anita_dee for looking it over for me.
Summary: Chanyeol wants nothing more than to work with the top actor in the company.
Chanyeol likes to think of himself as the Complete Package. He has a handsome youthful face that has people turning their heads, a pair of long legs that look amazing in skinny jeans, a broad frame, and a deep voice that offsets any shortcomings.
Which is why he doesn't understand why he's having such a hard time convincing Joonmyun to see reason. As the head honcho for casting, Joonmyun should be thrilled that someone as versatile as Chanyeol is so willing to take on new roles, try new things, experience a different kind of perspective. After all, personal growth is something Chanyeol strives for.
"No." Joonmyun's lips are pressed thin, his manicured nail tapping on the desk in front of him as he regards Chanyeol with a stoic, unimpressed stare.
Chanyeol blinks, unaffected. If he took rejection at face-value, he never would have gotten anywhere in his life. Persistence is also one of Chanyeol's key qualities. "I see you're going to need some convincing. I have some home videos if you-"
"Chanyeol," Joonmyun cuts in, leaning forward in his seat until it creaks dangerously. "It isn't that I don't think you're up for the position." He trails off, and Chanyeol fidgets.
"But?" he finally asks.
Joonmyun sighs. "But you're reaching too high on this one."
"I don't understand."
"You're out of your league," Joonmyun rephrases. "You're great right where you are. You're one of the company's best dominant switchers, and that's where we need you."
Chanyeol glowers, upset that Joonmyun isn't seeing his vision. "Yeah, I can fuck," he says bluntly. "But you're missing an opportunity to showcase how well I can be fucked. You're missing the opportunity of a lifetime!"
As an employee at S&M Studios and one of the higher ranked actors, Chanyeol knows he can rise all the way to the top if he were to be given the chance. At least, that's what he repeats as a mantra in his head because he needs Joonmyun to see it as such. The fact that Chanyeol is so determined to win him over because he's smitten with one of the actors he'd be working with if promoted is completely irrelevant.
"Chanyeol," Joonmyun sighs, and the tone of his voice is one that Chanyeol is all too familiar with. It means the conversation is done. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I can't in good conscience put someone of your caliber in with the big fish."
Chanyeol's eye twitches, and he curls his fingers over the sides of his chair. "My caliber?"
Joonmyun folds his hands on his desk, sitting up straighter to fix Chanyeol with a pointed look. "The elite of this company earned their position with hard work and diligence. You, Chanyeol, may bring something extra to your films, but you play around too much. Just last week we had to spend an extra two hours cleaning up after your set with Jongdae because you knocked over the makeup trays when you were trying to invent a new position."
Chanyeol opens his mouth to speak, but Joonmyun raises a hand to put a stop to it.
"And the week before, you rearranged one of the toy closets, re-sorting the dildos by color because you wanted it to look like a rainbow. We had to pay someone overtime to put them back in the right order. And before that, you held a "taste test" of our lubes with the clean-up crew because you wanted a second opinion on the unnatural flavor of the cherry."
"That was valid. It was a horrible brand, and the company switched after that." Chanyeol's quite proud of that one, actually. And the rainbow of dildos was far more interesting than shelves stocked by size and material. What good is working in such a creative industry if it's boring on the inside?
"The fact is, you aren't serious enough and that disqualifies you from moving any further."
"But you know I'd be good at it. Just look at this view!" Chanyeol stands and turns around, bending over to rest his hands on the back of his chair. He wiggles his ass, knowing that it looks very fuckable in the white skinny jeans he'd tugged on that morning. Chanyeol looks over his shoulder and Joonmyun appears just as nonplussed as he was before. "Come on, Joonmyun."
"Prove it to me with actions, not cheap seduction tactics."
Chanyeol turns around and flops in his chair again, legs sprawled out in front of him. "And if I do?"
Joonmyun ponders his words for a moment, fingers steepled under his chin. "If you can prove it, I'll happily offer your ass up on a silver platter for our elite to tear apart." Joonmyun smiles sweetly.
Chanyeol feels like he's won a small victory toward getting what he wants. Now all he has to do is rein in his larger than life personality. It should be a piece of cake.
"You know Joonmyun only told you that to shut you up and get you out of his office," Baekhyun comments, obnoxiously licking the chicken grease off his fingers. Chanyeol wrinkles his nose at his friend and waves off his comment.
"Listen," Baekhyun starts. "It's not that I don't have faith in your abilities to bullshit your way to the top, but you do not have the ass to consistently bottom. That's why they made you a mostly top switch. It works for you. Why are you so insistent on ruining a good thing?"
"I can't let the best years of my career be resigned to second best when I can be the best," Chanyeol explains.
Baekhyun doesn't buy it for a second. "I still don't know why you don't just ask Jongin out instead of trying to weasel your way under him at work while you jerk off to his videos at home."
"I don't know," Chanyeol laments, laying his head back on the booth. "There's just something about him that makes my brain go blank."
"Yeah, it's his cock. I heard from Jongdae that it's been dubbed the Ninth Wonder of the World."
"The ninth?" Chanyeol asks. "What's the eighth?"
Baekhyun smirks, his grease slick lips wrapping around his thumb to lick it clean and pull it out with a pop before he answers. "My ass."
Chanyeol snorts with a roll of his eyes, reaching out to grab the beer he’s been nursing. He doesn't have work tomorrow which means he could celebrate his tiny breakthrough, but he'd rather not deal with a hangover. Especially when Baekhyun will be hungover and a hungover Baekhyun whines like a spoiled baby until something gets shoved in his mouth.
Chanyeol's always been amazed that his best friend hadn't gone right for the porn business to put his oral fixation to use. Instead, he just torments Chanyeol and anyone unfortunate enough to be within hearing distance. Or in view. Chanyeol sees the grin on Baekhyun's face and glances at the group of people sitting at a different booth who are now all watching his friend.
"I'm gonna try my luck at getting a ride home," Baekhyun comments, licking his lips and grabbing his own beer off the table. "Maybe it'll inspire you to get your ass moving and ask out the dick of your dreams."
The thing about Jongin is that he isn't just a dick. If he was, Chanyeol would have hopped on it the first time they'd met and gotten it out of his system. Jongin is so much more than that. The first time Chanyeol went from watching HD DVD rips of Jongin's movies - as a way to acclimate himself to the industry he was about to join - to watching him in action without a screen between them, Chanyeol had been intrigued.
At first it was hero worship. He would watch Jongin during filming with a notepad in his hand and a pen behind his ear to take notes, but he'd always get distracted by the smooth way Jongin moved his hips or how pretty it looked when the muscles in his thighs rippled as he hefted the weight of his partner into his arms.
That led to the more dangerous thoughts of what it would be like for Jongin to lift Chanyeol off the floor, how it would feel to have Jongin's fingers around Chanyeol's wrists as he pinned him to the mattress to fuck into him. Jongin never failed to impress during his takes. He's bold, charming, and dripping with confidence that transfers easily to the screen.
What made Chanyeol really fall was when he was faced with the real Jongin. The actual Jongin is more soft, his smirks traded for genuine smiles and his personality a far cry from his onscreen persona, Kai. The more Chanyeol gleaned about Jongin - the way he laughs with his entire body and hits whoever is closest, how he pushes his finger to his lip when he's concentrating, the sleepy way he leans on the people around him after his sets - the more he fell. Now he's in over his head and his usual methods won't work when every thought in his head flees for cover when Jongin is around.
Baekhyun had called Chanyeol an excited puppy because he'd practically wag his butt whenever Jongin was in sight. That's when Chanyeol had stopped letting Baekhyun come with him when he needed to pick up his scripts. It doesn’t stop the little shit from popping up unexpectedly at the company because somehow Baekhyun has managed to make friends with everyone there.
Now Chanyeol is reduced to slicking his palm with lube before fisting his cock as he keeps his eyes fixated on Jongin's - Kai's - dick as it disappears slowly inside his partner's ass on his tiny laptop screen. Chanyeol wonders what it would be like to spread his legs for Jongin, to feel the weight of him pressing him down as his cock stretches him wide.
Chanyeol jerks himself off to the rhythm of Jongin's hips, toes curled in the carpet and his free hand pinching his nipple. He comes minutes later, pausing the video on a close-up of Jongin's face as he catches his breath. Stamina is something Chanyeol has in spades, but he never puts it to use when it's just himself; it’d be a waste of time and effort when all Chanyeol wants is the feeling of relief after an orgasm, not the chase to it.
It leads to Chanyeol crawling into bed after toweling himself clean, his face mushed in his pillow and the blankets around his waist to keep cool. His traitorous brain drifts toward sleep with thoughts of how cozy it would be if Jongin was beside him, face relaxed and body warm. He punches his pillow and lets out a groan, kicking his blankets the rest of the way to the floor as he grips his cock. “Behave,” he orders, but it’s too late.
Chanyeol's pulse is racing, his palms clammy as he takes in his surroundings. He'd only come in to pick up his script, but as soon as he found out that Jongin was filming, he'd taken the elevator to the third floor to poke his head in. It's silent on the set save for harsh breathing, a few exaggerated moans for effect and the slick sounds of sex.
There are two camera operators - one on the main and another moving around for the more adventurous angles - along with a minimal crew to keep the lighting and sound just right. Joonmyun is sitting off to the side, eyes riveted on his phone, and beside him is Kyungsoo who appears just as disinterested.
Chanyeol doesn't understand how they aren't all entranced at the way the lights shines off Jongin's sweaty skin, how his recently dyed hair - a gorgeous ash pink - sways in his eyes as he concentrates. Jongin's fingers are pressed into pale skin that reddens under his touch, nails scraping, and the veins that run the length of his arms to disappear into his hands seem to pop out enticingly.
Chanyeol nearly lets out a groan, his cock swelling in his pants at the vision before him. He relentlessly chews his lip, trying not to announce his presence because the last thing he needs is to ruin a perfect take while Joonmyun is around to witness it. He sticks around long enough for his own desires to become painful, the heat churning in his belly and his cock throbbing at the thought of Jongin even laying a hand on him.
Chanyeol has to waddle to bathrooms on the other side of the building; there's no way he'd use any of the closest ones. Someone might hear. As it is, he locks the door behind him so no one else can walk in. It's not going to take long anyway.
Chanyeol braces himself over the toilet, a hand on the wall to hold his weight after he's shimmied his jeans and briefs to his thighs. His hand is dry when he wraps it around his cock, but it feels so damn good to have something touching him that his head drops, chin to his chest, as he moans.
Chanyeol screws his eyes shut and fucks into his fist, fingers sliding through precome to take away some of the drag. He imagines Jongin standing behind him, whispering in his low, smooth voice that Chanyeol is doing so well, that he has such a pretty cock and he wants to see how it looks when he comes.
He breathes through his nose, letting the additional pressure in his chest mix with the tightening in his groin. His knees lock, his grip around his dick squeezing as he stops moving his hips and jerks himself off with short, quick strokes. The anticipation burns through him, skitters up the back of his throat until he's grunting, coming in thick ropes over his hand. His cock pulses and he pumps until there's nothing left.
Chanyeol slumps back against the wall of the stall, sweaty and out of breath. He's a complete mess and it's all because he can't get this damn attraction to Jongin under control. He thought the popping boners while staring at his crush phase would be over after high school.
He wipes down the toilet and then washes his hands after, splashing cool water on his face to ease the pink in his cheeks. There's not much more he can do and he slinks out of the bathroom, peeking both ways down the hall to make sure no one has been waiting outside. After he deems himself in the clear, Chanyeol saunters back to elevators to head to the first floor where he still needs to pick up his script.
"Chanyeol," Kyungsoo calls, startling him. "What brings you up here? You're not filming today."
Chanyeol turns to make a face at Kyungsoo, halting immediately when he spies Joonmyun behind him - Joonmyun with his arm draped casually around Jongin's waist. The two are engaged in a hushed conversation and Chanyeol desperately hopes they don't notice him.
"Were you watching to pick up a few pointers from the professionals?" Kyungsoo taunts, knowing that Chanyeol would do anything to save face in front of his crush. Chanyeol hates that he's so obvious and everyone except Jongin - and probably Joonmyun because he can be dense - knows.
"Haha," Chanyeol deadpans, trying to make his face as impassive as possible.
"Come on, big guy," Kyungsoo says when he gets to Chanyeol's side. He pats him on the arm and smiles sweetly up at him. "Let's get you back to the bottom where you belong."
Chanyeol doesn't have a comeback for that. The bottom is right where he wants to be - with Jongin's dick lodged right up his ass. He sighs wistfully, and Kyungsoo scoffs.
"Honestly, it's no fun when you're so easy."
"Oh," Joonmyun begins when he and Jongin finally make it to the elevator, "Chanyeol. Going down?" Joonmyun presses the button that Chanyeol, in his distraction, forgot to hit.
Kyungsoo snorts out a, "he wishes," and Chanyeol resists the urge to put him in a headlock. He knows very well that even though Kyungsoo is short and he looks sweet, he can be a force to be reckoned with when threatened.
The elevator dings and the doors swing open. Chanyeol is thankful for the interruption even if somehow - he blames Kyungsoo - he ends up standing right next to Jongin. Jongin's not too much shorter than Chanyeol, but Chanyeol has just enough of an advantage that he gets to see the slope of Jongin's face and the pretty way his eyelashes fan against his cheeks when he blinks his eyes. He looks tired.
Jongin suddenly turns his head and blinks sleepily up at Chanyeol, offering him a soft smile. "Hey." His voice is little more than a whisper and it still sends a thrill through Chanyeol's body. "I heard you're working with Sehun next."
"Yeah," Chanyeol remarks, unable to remember what words are while pinned under the weight of Jongin's gorgeous eyes.
"Be careful around his middle. If you touch this one spot just under his ribs, his leg kicks out without warning. I had a bruised hip for a week after figuring that out."
"That's good to know," Chanyeol chuckles. "Thanks."
"No problem."
The elevator stops on the first floor and they all file out. Kyungsoo sticks by Chanyeol with this knowing look on his face.
"Don't," Chanyeol warns as soon as Kyungsoo opens his mouth.
Kyungsoo pouts instead. "Your ass is never going to get anywhere near his dick at this rate."
"You underestimate me," Chanyeol comments, his gaze fixed on Jongin's backside as he and Joonmyun walk off together.
"The only thing I underestimate is your ability to function as a human," Kyungsoo groans, tugging on Chanyeol because he'd been following Jongin without realizing instead of turning down to where his script is waiting in his mailbox. They're emailed to him too, but Chanyeol likes to get his hands on the physical copies, highlighting his parts in neon orange and tucking them all in a box after to keep as mementos.
Chanyeol stumbles away from Jongin's retreating figure, stealing one last glance at his butt before it's out of sight. Kyungsoo smacks him on the back of the head for being a lovesick idiot.
Despite Jongin's warning, Chanyeol takes Sehun's heel to his dick halfway through shooting, mid-position change. He thinks he’s completely professional about the entire situation given that his dick is his livelihood and Sehun looks like he was the one kicked.
Chanyeol is sitting gingerly on one of the few cushioned chairs, an ice pack on his dick as Sehun sulks off to the side. Kyungsoo is, for once, being nice although that could be because it's his job to see if Chanyeol can get hard again so they don't lose an entire day of shooting.
Uncomfortable is an understatement. There hadn't been time, or thought, for getting Chanyeol cleaned up at all. Kyungsoo had gone right for the ice pack as Sehun scrambled away in fear of Chanyeol lashing out - as if he could move after taking that hit. There's lube drying on his dick and sweat itching across his neck and back because they'd been at it for over an hour already.
"There doesn't seem to be any swelling," Kyungsoo observes, his fingers light and careful when they run over the length of Chanyeol's dick. Aside from Chanyeol, Kyungsoo's probably the best judge because of the amount of time he's either had Chanyeol's dick in his hand or his mouth before and between every scene. Chanyeol's been at this for several years and that adds up.
"Should we try?" Kyungsoo's looking up at Chanyeol from where he's crouched between Chanyeol's legs, his hand still loose around Chanyeol's cock.
"Be gentle with me," Chanyeol pleads, only half joking.
Kyungsoo is professional when it counts and he keeps his eyes on Chanyeol's face to search for any signs of discomfort as he carefully tightens his fingers around Chanyeol's cock. Chanyeol was bracing himself for pain, but that doesn't stop him from letting out a manly whimper from the pressure. Kyungsoo backs off immediately.
"It's been an hour. If you aren't ready to go now, there's no point in waiting. We won't be able to finish today," Joonmyun comments from behind Chanyeol.
The sudden presence has Chanyeol startling, then letting out a choked gasp of pain when it pushes his dick the wrong way in Kyungsoo's hand. Everyone knows how much the studio hates missing time and Chanyeol hates it even more because he’s supposed to be impressing Joonmyun.
Sehun waddles over with a pout, carefully stepping because Kyungsoo had slid a plug into his ass to keep him open and loose while they waited on Chanyeol’s dick. There’s no use for it now and Sehun is the very definition of kicked puppy as he tucks his chin over Joonmyun’s shoulder, apologizing for the hundredth time.
“We’ll have to double up on filming tomorrow,” Joonmyun sighs, reaching up absentmindedly to muss Sehun’s hair with his fingers. “Just be here around 6 so we can get it done before the next set.”
“AM?” Chanyeol squeaks, listing back on his chair, legs spreading so he doesn’t accidentally injure himself further. Chanyeol considers himself a morning person - at least compared to most everyone he knows - but coercing his dick into a repeat performance at 6 in the morning might be a little tougher.
Joonmyun just slides his eyes to the side to peer at Chanyeol. He fidgets under the scrutiny. “Yes,” Joonmyun affirms. “And please eat beforehand. Stomach gurgling can ruin a take.” Joonmyun turns to leave, walking slowly to compensate for Sehun still wrapped around him.
Chanyeol sighs, staring forlornly down at his dick. Kyungsoo gives it a fond pat before standing, letting the ice pack slide down between Chanyeol's legs. The cold on the insides of his thighs has Chanyeol letting out a shriek, nearly falling out of his chair in his haste to get away from it.
The set is still up when Chanyeol peeks his head in, clutching a cup holder full of steaming coffee in his hands. It’s a preemptive peace offering because he knows Kyungsoo isn’t that keen on mornings and one dick injury in his lifetime is enough for Chanyeol. He slips through to the makeup room that’s attached to the side, holding the coffee through the doorway. He waits for it to be taken from him before entering, watching as Kyungsoo plucks one of the cups from the tray and breathes it in deep as Sehun goes for the other cup.
“You might be my favorite today,” Kyungsoo quips before taking his first sip. “But don’t hold your breath.”
Chanyeol will take that as a good sign for his dick and that’s all that matters to him. It’s too early to think about anything else. He might not be a grump like most people in the mornings, but that doesn’t mean he has full access to his brain.
The set slowly fills with the camera and lighting crew, shuffling around quietly as background noise. Chanyeol is sitting in a chair with naught but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist after getting his makeup done. Soojung had complained about the dark circles under his eyes, but did a flawless job of hiding them without making Chanyeol feel like there was paint caked on his skin. She’s a miracle worker.
Chanyeol probably doesn’t need fluffing. He’s perfectly capable of getting hard by himself, but it’s a paycheck for Kyungsoo and he felt like a heel the first time he’d turned down his services and learned from someone else that Kyungsoo takes a cut for it.
“Any pain today?” Kyungsoo asks as he sits on Chanyeol’s lap, fingers working to pull his towel open.
“No, but I haven’t gotten handsy either,” he admits. The only contact he’s had with his dick since yesterday is when he had to piss and this morning when he’d washed in the shower.
“Well let’s hope this works,” Kyungsoo teases, popping the cap on the tube of lube he keeps in his pocket. He slathers it on his palms, warming it up before reaching down to grip Chanyeol’s cock.
It becomes apparent very soon that Chanyeol’s dick is working as intended, quickly filling in Kyungsoo’s skilled hands. He slides slick fingers up and down the length, thoroughly wetting Chanyeol’s dick before he slows down. He only needs to keep up enough stimulation for Chanyeol to stay hard until they’re ready for him on set. Sehun is already being put into position, a long arm reaching up to clutch the end of the office desk he’s laying on that they’re using as a prop. Chanyeol watches the way his mouth drops open when he slides his other hand down, tugging the plug out of his ass that Kyungsoo had helped put there earlier.
Joonmyun shows up just in time, walking over to where Chanyeol is situating himself between Sehun’s legs. “We’re going to use what we can of yesterday’s footage to cut in with this, so just start off with Sehun on his back again. Just . . . just go for his hips when you flip him over this time,” Joonmyun explains. “Avoid the waist.”
Sehun pouts again and Chanyeol nods, completely in agreeance. There’s no way he’s going to put his dick in danger again.
“Wait!” Chanyeol calls as Joonmyun’s walking off. “Wasn’t there a tie around Sehun’s neck when we stopped?”
There’s no way Chanyeol could forget the soft pink that had been wrapped loosely around his neck, the knot low and the fabric moving over Sehun’s chest with every thrust that sent him over the desk. It was the only piece of wardrobe left of the whole “I’ll do anything to keep my job” scenario the scene is based on. He’d had the material wrapped around his fingers as Sehun sucked him off, stripping him of everything except the tie after.
There was definitely a tie.
Soojung finds it sitting on one of the makeup tables and they get it slipped on Sehun without delay. Now all they need to accomplish is getting the rest of the scene shot with as few takes as possible.
Chanyeol starts to feel it nearly an hour in. He’d managed to successfully get Sehun turned onto his stomach, legs spread wide and ass presented to him without injury. With so many close-up shots of his dick sliding in and out of Sehun and the additional stops for Soojung to dart over to fix their hair or reapply lip gloss, it takes a while to get through the scene.
Chanyeol’s hands grip the plump cheeks of Sehun’s ass, spreading them wide as he slows down his thrusts. There’s a camera zoomed in to watch how well Sehun takes him and Chanyeol compliments Sehun on it when prompted. The other camera is oriented on Sehun’s face, catching the pleasure that jolts through him with each thrust. Sehun definitely knows how to sell it. Chanyeol knows his dick game is strong, but no one’s is that strong.
It’s another hour and a half before they call for the final cut. Sehun slumps over on the desk with a groan and Chanyeol takes a step back on wobbly legs. There’s a pleasant ache in his thighs that makes the sweat itching over his skin bearable. Kyungsoo rushes over, handing Chanyeol a bottle of gatorade; Chanyeol takes several large swallows as Kyungsoo dabs at the sides of his face with a small towel before tossing it over the come spreading down Sehun’s ass and thighs.
Chanyeol wants to crawl into a shower, but they have to wait for the director to browse through all the takes to make sure they don’t need to reshoot a scene before they call it a wrap. His head tips back, eyes slipping closed as he regulates his breathing. Contrary to what Baekhyun seems to think, porn sex is not just sex caught on camera. There’s an art to it, and it requires stamina and patience and a great team behind the actors.
“You did a great job,” Kyungsoo compliments. Chanyeol opens his eyes and swivels his head to thank Kyungsoo until he notices that Kyungsoo is talking to Chanyeol’s dick. After three years, Chanyeol is convinced that Kyungsoo prefers dicks over people.
Hushed voices filter through the room and Chanyeol just relaxes as best he can, his gaze lingering without really taking in any of it. The chair by the entrance that Joonmyun usually occupies is empty; he’s standing over by the main camera, going through the shots with the director. However, propped against the wall beside Joonmyun’s vacated chair is someone that Chanyeol hadn’t expected to see.
Jongin has his arms folded over his chest, legs encased in an impossibly tight pair of jeans and a loose shirt hanging from his shoulders. Chanyeol’s breath catches and he can’t look away. How long has Jongin been standing there? Chanyeol’s never been self conscious about his performances, but now he’s a little nervous, wondering if Jongin had been watching, judging. There’s a thoughtful look on Jongin’s face that slips away when he sees Chanyeol.
Jongin gives Chanyeol a wave and a soft smile before he turns to leave. A grin spreads over Chanyeol’s face, heart racing and the tips of his ears turning red. He’s too busy staring at where Jongin had been standing to register the implications of the interest on Joonmyun’s face following his and Jongin’s exchange.
Chanyeol records two more videos - one with Jongdae that was shot on location for an outdoor picnic scene and another with Yifan where he’d worn a plug while fucking Yifan against a wall - before Joonmyun calls him into his office to re-visit his request. Chanyeol’s been on his best behavior for over a month now, even turning down Jongdae’s invitation to sneak into the archives to find Joonmyun’s old audition video before he’d stepped into a non-spotlight position. That had taken a lot of self control.
Joonmyun keeps his eyes on Chanyeol for a minute before speaking. “I’m still not entirely sold on the idea,” he begins, sighing as he leans his elbows on his desk, “but I’m willing to give you a trial run. Nothing fancy. We need a gauge a reaction before sinking money into a larger set -”
“You’re letting me work with Jongin?!” Chanyeol interrupts, nearly jumping out of his chair with excitement.
“Probationary,” Joonmyun warns. He pulls out a thin script from a stack on his desk and hands it to Chanyeol. “I suggest getting waxed two days prior to filming.”
Chanyeol glances down at his dick. He’s always either neatly trimmed or waxed. “But -”
“Your ass, Chanyeol,” Joonmyun elaborates. “And don’t forget to clean the plumbing the night before.”
Chanyeol leaves Joonmyun’s office in a hurry, practically buzzing from excitement. He entertains the idea of mass texting everyone in his contacts that he’s finally going to get Jongin’s hands on him, but refrains when he remembers that his mother, while supportive of his job, doesn’t need or want to know the details. He settles for texting Baekhyun instead.
congrats buttfuck. now your hand will finally get a break
Chanyeol prepares diligently for his big debut with Jongin. He has a week to get in top shape, going through additional reps of sit-ups and pull-ups every morning before questioning if the added muscle definition would be too much. He suddenly panics, sitting in the middle of his floor and holding up his shirt to make sure he still has that soft layer. He has to be ideal for the role. Ideal for Jongin even if it’s just acting.
He dutifully gets his ass waxed, shedding a few manly tears along the way because he hadn’t anticipated on it stinging worse than getting his pubes done. He’s tender after, sitting with his weight on one butt cheek as Baekhyun cackles at him. Best friend or not, Chanyeol considers revoking Baekhyun’s roommate privileges until he stops offering to kiss it to make it better.
On the day of the shoot, Chanyeol knows he doesn’t have to be there until ten for filming to start at noon, but he shows up early, script rolled up in his hand. Joonmyun gives him a double take when he walks past, nodding his head at Chanyeol before he disappears down the hall to his office. Chanyeol heads up to the third floor, taking a right to get to one of the smaller studios.
The setup is minimal - which is fine with Chanyeol. A large bed sits in the middle of the set, white sheets fitted over a firm mattress, complete with a plain white comforter thrown on top that will end up on the floor anyway. A pair of matching nightstands sit on either side of the bed, reading glasses and an open book sitting on one and a lamp on the other. Minimal realism. It reminds Chanyeol of the first few videos he did and it brings with it a twinge of nostalgia.
With nothing left to do but wait, Chanyeol heads to the small makeup room and takes a seat, pulling out his script. It couldn’t hurt to go over it again even if there’s little in the way of dialogue. He’d question why a script was necessary at all except he knows Joonmyun and that man is a perfectionist when it comes to the small details. It’s just one scene, which sounds deceiving because a single scene can still take hours with several breaks to keep the actors hydrated and calls for retakes to get the perfect shot.
The premise is boring, old hat, but Chanyeol vows to play the best eager to please boyfriend that's ever been played. It won't be too difficult considering how much he actually wants to please Jongin. It sits in his stomach like a stone, keeping him from completely relaxing. His foot taps restlessly on the floor and he thinks his two total lines on the page are starting to blur together, the words rearranging just to confuse him.
He blows out a deep breath, finally putting the script away so he doesn't psyche himself out. He's a seasoned actor; he's never had an issue with nerves even when he'd first started. Hell, he'd been so excited about his first official audition video that he'd offered to do several more after the first one was finished so he could showcase all his abilities.
It's just that Jongin is this unknown factor in the midst of it all. Sure, Chanyeol's been physically attracted to the people he's worked with before, but that's always where it stopped. He'd fucked around with Yifan a few times off set before the spark sizzled out and they kept their sex to on set. There was never anything more than the sex, a mutual exchange of great orgasms.
Jongin could be more. Chanyeol knows that if he could get the shit in his head worked out enough to ask Jongin out, they would be more. That both terrifies him and thrills him all at once. Jongin brings out something in Chanyeol that he didn't know he had. He's always been a free spirit, floating through relationships that don't last long because there's never enough attachment to tether him down. He thinks that Jongin has the weight it would take to keep his feet on the ground.
And Chanyeol's itching to test the theory.
Soojung shows up first, makeup bag clutched under her arm and a knowing smirk on her lips. "Eager, aren't we?" she jests, standing behind Chanyeol with her hands on his shoulders.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he sniffs, crossing his legs as he glares at her in the mirror. Soojung swats at him before moving around to set up her things in front of the mirror.
Gradually, the set fills with the small crew and Chanyeol is getting the final touches of his makeup applied when Jongin makes his appearance. He looks tired, yet still handsome enough for Chanyeol to want to roll over and bare himself. His fingers curl over the edge of the chair, knuckles white. He watches out of the corner of his eye as Jongin sits in the other chair, slumping with his legs kicked out and head back. The sharp line of his jaw is striking, the bob of his adam's apple distracting when he swallows and Chanyeol wants to run his fingers over it.
"Done," Soojung announces after giving Chanyeol a final once over. "Jongin, wake up and get your ass over here."
Chanyeol stands, eyes flickering to the floor as he stretches his arms over his head. He's not expecting the warmth of Jongin's hand when his palm hits his stomach, the touch bleeding through his shirt. It was just a teasing pat and Chanyeol resists the urge to lean in for more.
Jongin takes up Chanyeol's spot in front of the mirror as Soojung gets to work. Chanyeol's noticed the faint scars left from acne that are littered along Jongin's jaw, knows that there are imperfections on his skin; he's no less attractive because of it. If anything, it reminds Chanyeol that Jongin's very much human, which means he's totally in his league.
"Alright, big boy," Kyungsoo purrs, yanking on Chanyeol's arm before he can sit in the chair Jongin had been in. He's looking down at Chanyeol's dick again even if it's still tucked away inside his jeans. "Let's get you taken care of."
It's not the first time Chanyeol's been led out of the makeup room and into the adjoining room to be prepped. It's small, a chair against the wall and a table that looks like it was taken from a doctor's office in the middle. That's where Chanyeol finds himself, stripped down and bent over with his ass in the air so Kyungsoo can stretch him.
Chanyeol uses the time to calm himself, to breathe in and out evenly as the nerves twisted tight in his belly slowly begin to unravel. He has nothing to worry about; he's done this dozens of times - well, maybe not the bottoming part, but he's certainly not shy about being fucked in front of a camera.
All he needs to do is stop thinking about Jongin specifically and it should be fine. Totally fine.
Chanyeol waddles out with a towel around his waist and a plug sitting comfortably inside his ass to keep him stretched until they're ready. Soojung is combing her fingers through Jongin's pink hair and his head is tipped back again. Chanyeol makes a soft noise in his throat that has Jongin cracking his eyes open and peering at him.
Chanyeol skitters away, headed for the clothes rack on the opposite side of the room. There's a light blue button-up with Chanyeol’s name tagged on it, along with a pair of black boxer briefs that he'll be wearing for the start of the scene. They won't stay on long.
He slips on the shirt, keeping the top few buttons undone as per Joonmyun's instructions in the script, leaving the boxer briefs for later. No point in putting them on now when he'll have to slip them off to take out the plug before filming.
Everything comes together quickly, efficiently and before he's mentally prepared, Chanyeol finds himself towel-less, standing in front of Jongin in just his shirt and boxer briefs. Jongin's topless, his slacks undone and cock tucked down so it pushes out the dark fabric. Chanyeol already wants to fall to his knees to suck him off, but they haven't started shooting yet.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” Jongin assures him, head tilted as this sweet smile spreads over his lips.
A mild panic sets in. “I’m not,” Chanyeol squeaks, clearing his throat after.
Jongin reaches up, his fingers caressing over the shell of Chanyeol’s ear. Chanyeol’s knees nearly give out and he gives Jongin a wide-eyed stare. “The tips of your ears go red when you’re nervous.”
There's a door behind Chanyeol's back, the one the two of them are going to stumble through once the director calls for action, and he leans against it for a little support.
"Don't worry," Jongin says, his fingers circling Chanyeol's wrist loosely. "I'm going to take great care of you."
There's a switch that happens before Chanyeol's eyes. The first words had come from Jongin's mouth, but they end with Kai smirking at Chanyeol, half-lidded eyes staring up at him and a firmer grip around his wrist.
"Holy shit," Chanyeol breathes, unprepared for such a change. It's still Jongin in front of him, radiating his persona for filming and somehow, that's comforting. Jongin crowds Chanyeol against the door, nose bumping along Chanyeol's jaw before he's pressing his entire body to Chanyeol's front.
Chanyeol nearly misses the call, blood rushing in his ears and mouth dry, but Jongin doesn't waste a moment. His mouth is plush, warm, sticky from gloss when goes in for an open mouthed kiss. Chanyeol groans, falling through the door as it opens, stumbling back as scripted - unintentionally - and pulling Jongin with him by the loops on his pants.
He knows everyone is watching, that Joonmyun is probably already starting a list of things Chanyeol needs to improve on if he wants to work with Jongin again. It kicks his professionalism into gear.
Chanyeol groans when Jongin gets a fistful of his hair and tugs his head to the side. Their mouths part for the camera to see Jongin's tongue sliding through Chanyeol's lips in a sloppy kiss. Jongin tastes like spearmint underneath the strawberry flavor of the lipgloss. Jongin's other hand is making quick work of the buttons on Chanyeol's shirt, slipping them loose one at a time until the fabric falls open.
Chanyeol palms Jongin's cock over his slacks, heel sliding down the hard length as Jongin pushes into it. Jongin hums, pulling on Chanyeol's hair to break their kiss. "Baby," he croons, pausing to let out a soft moan of pleasure, "I wanna see your pretty lips around my cock."
Chanyeol drops to his knees, staring up at Jongin when he mouths at his cock, teasing with a smirk of his own before shimmying the fabric down. Jongin's dick is just as beautiful up close in person as Chanyeol had imagined. He's not overly large, but he's thick, the tip an angry pink with a bead of precome pearling along the slit.
Chanyeol flattens his tongue and runs it over the crown of Jongin's cock, keeping his eyes fixed on Jongin's face when he takes him down. They're careful to angle their bodies so the cameras can clearly see Chanyeol sucking him off. Jongin's mouth is open, eyes dark as he watches Chanyeol, thrusting forward a little when Chanyeol goes slower.
Porn audiences aren't usually too keen on slow, romantic blowjobs. It's a shame.
Chanyeol doesn't often do this; it's not long before his knees and jaw begin to ache. It gives him a new appreciation for Sehun who can deepthroat his cock for half an hour before he shows signs of discomfort. There's a camera right in his face, probably zoomed in on his lips. Chanyeol lets Jongin's cock fall from his mouth, licking over his slick, swollen lips. Jongin grips the base of his cock, sliding the tip over Chanyeol's lips as Chanyeol licks at it before Chanyeol sucks around the crown.
Jongin lets out this deep, surprised groan, eyes widening in surprise. The cameras wouldn't catch it, but Chanyeol does and it spurs him on. He rests his hands on Jongin's thighs, sucking Jongin's dick with enthusiasm. The camera moves back, giving Jongin room to grip Chanyeol by his hair again, guiding his head.
There's spit pooled in the corners of Chanyeol's mouth, some of it running down his chin and he's gearing up to take all of Jongin's cock when he's suddenly shoved back. He lands on his ass and hand, staring up at Jongin when the director yells for a cut.
"Shit," Jongin curses. He's breathing heavily, fingers circled tight around the base of his cock.
Kyungsoo comes rushing onto the set, eyeing Jongin curiously. "What's wrong?"
"I was about to come," Jongin laughs. He pushes a hand through his hair and Chanyeol's heart flips.
"You what?" Kyungsoo asks, his gaze darting between Jongin's dick and Chanyeol who is still sitting on the floor. "Blowjobs never get you off."
"First time for everything," Jongin shoots back. "Just give me a minute to calm back down."
While Kyungsoo leaves to explain things to the director and a concerned looking Joonmyun, Chanyeol watches Jongin. He's evening his breathing, the pink flush that had been creeping down his chest now receding. Chanyeol's pride inflates and he can't help grinning. When Jongin's eyes flicker to him, Jongin smiles back, genuine and reassuring.
"We're going to go ahead and skip to Jongin pushing Chanyeol onto the bed," Joonmyun announces.
Jongin holds out a hand to help Chanyeol off the floor. "Sorry about that."
"My ass has can handle more than that," Chanyeol says before he can stop himself. He's immediately embarrassed, but Jongin just laughs it off, and it takes the edge away.
When they start filming again, Chanyeol loses his shirt and Jongin's slacks are kicked aside. Jongin gets his hands on Chanyeol's waist, nails digging into his skin enough to have Chanyeol letting out a pleasured gasp. A shudder runs through Chanyeol as Jongin manhandles him onto the bed, crawling over him. Chanyeol feels trapped, like prey under Jongin's heated, predatory stare.
"Please," he begs, vaguely remembering his line. "Need you to fuck me." As far as lines go, they're pretty shitty, but this is a simple trial video. This is about their physical compatibility as an onscreen pair, not the dialogue.
Jongin drags Chanyeol's boxer briefs down his legs, running his fingers along the insides of Chanyeol's thighs on his way back up. Chanyeol arches into it, legs spreading further for the camera situated to the right behind Jongin.
It's easier when he's already prepped, stretched and slick and waiting for Jongin's cock. Jongin teases, the camera now up close and pointed at where the flared tip of Jongin's cock nudges against Chanyeol's hole enough for it to give without him slipping through. It's absolutely maddening.
Chanyeol grabs the sheets, trying to stay relaxed when all he wants is for Jongin to fill him up and fuck him until he can't remember his name. His cock twitches, throbbing against his belly each time Jongin pulls out instead of sinking the rest of the way into him. He can't help the way he clenches around nothing although it's great for the camera.
Chanyeol's loud, long moan when Jongin's cock pushes in to the hilt is not faked or exaggerated. Aside from the occasional shoot where they put a plug up his ass to add a little flare, Chanyeol hasn't had anything stuffing him up in a long time. It feels fucking amazing, and he fights against closing his legs to pull Jongin closer.
Jongin fucks him slow, Chanyeol panting as he adjusts, waiting for the go ahead from the director so they can move faster. It’s not that Chanyeol can’t control his body. It’s that this is Jongin and he’s been wanting this for so long that it’s hard to rein it in.
There’s a whispered instruction for Jongin to lift Chanyeol’s hips off the mattress. Chanyeol groans at the way Jongin’s cock shifts inside him, Jongin’s palms flat on the backs of Chanyeol’s thighs to push them to his chest. His entire ass is up in the air, giving the camera - and Jongin - the perfect view of him stuffed full of Jongin’s cock.
After another few minutes of slow, torturous thrusting, Chanyeol gets his cue. Chanyeol has a line for this. “Just fuck me already,” Chanyeol snarls, letting out a noise of surprise when Jongin pushes fast into him in response. That was not his line, but there’s no call for a cut. Jongin unfolds Chanyeol’s legs, settling them on his hips as he picks up speed. Chanyeol never thought he’d be graced with seeing the fluid way Jongin moves when he fucks this close, this personal.
He moans for the camera; he moans because of the pleasure that races up his spine and down into his gut. He has to focus on keeping himself from coming without being touched, focus on the too bright lights overhead and the subtle sounds of the crew moving around in the background. Chanyeol sinks his teeth into his lower lip, head falling back as Jongin plunges into him again and again, never losing speed.
The director calls for a cut and Chanyeol lays sprawled on the bed, forcing down a whine because they aren’t allowed to move much. His legs are still hiked around Jongin’s waist and Jongin’s dick is still very much buried in his ass. Kyungsoo comes over, but they both wave him off. Chanyeol is in no danger of going soft from the break and it seems neither is Jongin.
There’s an oddly placed look on Jongin’s face that Chanyeol can’t figure out. He’s gazing down at Chanyeol, worrying his lip with his teeth and Chanyeol’s chest swells, his brain malfunctioning.
“Can I take you on a date?” Chanyeol blurts out, immediately regretting his words. This is not the time or place for it. It’s going to make it awkward and if that transfers onto the film, Chanyeol won’t get the chance to work with Jongin again.
Jongin is wide-eyed, clearly startled. “Um,” he starts, looking around to see if there’s anyone else around them. His hands, which had been resting leisurely at his sides, come up to settle on Chanyeol’s calves. “Yeah, okay.”
“Really?” Chanyeol asks, uncertain because that was way too easy.
Jongin shrugs a little, just enough for Chanyeol to feel the way his dick flexes. “Yeah. I’ve heard lots of good things about you, and you’re really hot, so . . . yeah.”
Chanyeol grins at Jongin, letting out a breath of relief. “Thank you.”
Jongin lets out a soft laugh. “Sehun says you fuck like a machine, too,” Jongin adds, his hold on Chanyeol’s legs tightening. “I can’t wait to find out if he’s right.”
Well shit. Images of Jongin spread out beneath him, taking Chanyeol’s cock as he moans his name assault Chanyeol’s imagination and his cock twitches. Jongin notices and gets that Kai smirk on his face again.
Chanyeol doesn’t have a chance to figure out what that look means because the director’s calling for action again. They pick up where they left off before they switch positions. Now that he’s secured a date with Jongin, it’s easier to let himself go and get back in the professional mode of things. That doesn’t mean he takes it easy on Jongin when he climbs over him, sinking down on Jongin’s cock to ride him.
Jongin’s nails leave stinging trails down the outsides of Chanyeol’s thighs, and Chanyeol only bounces quicker, leaning forward so the camera gets the perfect shot from behind as Jongin fucks up into him hard and fast. It also gives Chanyeol the opportunity to kiss Jongin again, indulging when the focus isn’t on their faces.
Jongin’s smiling up at him when they part, but it soon fades when another cut is called. It takes several more cuts for slight re-angling on their positions and another hour of filming before they’re finished.
Chanyeol is spent, resting on his forearms and knees so he doesn’t fall onto the puddle of come underneath him. There’s also come on his lower back, slowly trickling over his sides as he waits for Kyungsoo to show up with a towel. Jongin’s standing behind him, a steady presence with his hand on Chanyeol’s hip, thumb rubbing in soothing circles. Jongin also helps Chanyeol lift onto his knees after his back is wiped down, a strong arm around his waist so Chanyeol can move off the bed and onto his feet.
He’s exhausted, but elated, grinning at Jongin who smiles back at him just as brightly.
“You two are going to be so gross,” Kyungsoo complains as he glances between them.
Chanyeol takes Jongin to dinner the following evening. Jongin is back to his shy smiles and soft words, which only makes Chanyeol’s attraction strengthen. He learns that Jongin went into the porn industry as a means to pay his way through school, but then he ended up quitting school.
“I love the job,” Jongin explains, licking his lips. Chanyeol notices that he does it a lot when he’s opening up about himself. “I love it more than anything I was studying for in school, so I went for it. The rest is history.” Jongin leans forward, elbows on the table as he plays with his napkin. “What about you? What dragged you into porn?”
Chanyeol rests back in his chair, finger tapping on the rim of his glass. Most of their food is gone, eaten as they got the small talk out of the way. “Ah, it was mostly on a whim, actually. A few years back, a group of friends and I were drinking and one of them kept pulling up these amateur masturbation videos on their laptop. They were terrible,” Chanyeol laughs. “Well, drunk me thought it’d be a great idea to film one of my own because I knew I could totally do better. I never showed anyone, but my roommate found the file and watched it. He told me I sold it better than any of the porn he watches. At the time I had no direction in my life, so I figured ‘what the hell’ and tried my luck at getting a job in porn ‘cause it sure beats retail.”
Jongin’s shaking his head with a grin. “You are something else, Chanyeol.”
“A good something else?” he inquires, hopeful.
Chanyeol feels the tip of Jongin’s shoe against his ankle before it slides teasingly up his calf. “Yes,” Jongin answers, eyeing Chanyeol with intent. “Should we get dessert?”
It’s a line straight out of porn - Chanyeol should know, he’s used it - but it totally works for Jongin who practically has Chanyeol wrapped around his finger already. Chanyeol gets Jongin back to his place in record time, pressed flush to the door with his hand in Jongin’s hair and Jongin’s mouth warm against his. It holds a lot of promise and even if they don’t have sex that night, or on their next date or even the one after, Chanyeol is content just making out with his super hot new boyfriend and getting to wake up to his sleepy face in the morning.
There’s no rush for anything more.
Joonmyun isn’t been too pleased about the two of them going official, but only because it means that he has to hear it from both Chanyeol and Jongin that they want to work together again. And Jongin’s puppy eyes are killer.
“Fine,” he groans, seconds away from pulling out his hair. “Just stop looking at me like that.”
Jongin gives Chanyeol a stealthy high-five before the two of them are sneaking off, probably to make out in one of the empty studios. Joonmyun heads back to his office, wondering if this is the right time to pull out the series he’s been working on and letting those two take the leads.
Pairing: Chanyeol/Jongin
Rating: NC-17
Length: 9.4k
Warnings: pornstar!au - the characters in the main pairing have sex with other people
Notes: Originally written for yeolliepopday. Shout out to anita_dee for looking it over for me.
Summary: Chanyeol wants nothing more than to work with the top actor in the company.
Chanyeol likes to think of himself as the Complete Package. He has a handsome youthful face that has people turning their heads, a pair of long legs that look amazing in skinny jeans, a broad frame, and a deep voice that offsets any shortcomings.
Which is why he doesn't understand why he's having such a hard time convincing Joonmyun to see reason. As the head honcho for casting, Joonmyun should be thrilled that someone as versatile as Chanyeol is so willing to take on new roles, try new things, experience a different kind of perspective. After all, personal growth is something Chanyeol strives for.
"No." Joonmyun's lips are pressed thin, his manicured nail tapping on the desk in front of him as he regards Chanyeol with a stoic, unimpressed stare.
Chanyeol blinks, unaffected. If he took rejection at face-value, he never would have gotten anywhere in his life. Persistence is also one of Chanyeol's key qualities. "I see you're going to need some convincing. I have some home videos if you-"
"Chanyeol," Joonmyun cuts in, leaning forward in his seat until it creaks dangerously. "It isn't that I don't think you're up for the position." He trails off, and Chanyeol fidgets.
"But?" he finally asks.
Joonmyun sighs. "But you're reaching too high on this one."
"I don't understand."
"You're out of your league," Joonmyun rephrases. "You're great right where you are. You're one of the company's best dominant switchers, and that's where we need you."
Chanyeol glowers, upset that Joonmyun isn't seeing his vision. "Yeah, I can fuck," he says bluntly. "But you're missing an opportunity to showcase how well I can be fucked. You're missing the opportunity of a lifetime!"
As an employee at S&M Studios and one of the higher ranked actors, Chanyeol knows he can rise all the way to the top if he were to be given the chance. At least, that's what he repeats as a mantra in his head because he needs Joonmyun to see it as such. The fact that Chanyeol is so determined to win him over because he's smitten with one of the actors he'd be working with if promoted is completely irrelevant.
"Chanyeol," Joonmyun sighs, and the tone of his voice is one that Chanyeol is all too familiar with. It means the conversation is done. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I can't in good conscience put someone of your caliber in with the big fish."
Chanyeol's eye twitches, and he curls his fingers over the sides of his chair. "My caliber?"
Joonmyun folds his hands on his desk, sitting up straighter to fix Chanyeol with a pointed look. "The elite of this company earned their position with hard work and diligence. You, Chanyeol, may bring something extra to your films, but you play around too much. Just last week we had to spend an extra two hours cleaning up after your set with Jongdae because you knocked over the makeup trays when you were trying to invent a new position."
Chanyeol opens his mouth to speak, but Joonmyun raises a hand to put a stop to it.
"And the week before, you rearranged one of the toy closets, re-sorting the dildos by color because you wanted it to look like a rainbow. We had to pay someone overtime to put them back in the right order. And before that, you held a "taste test" of our lubes with the clean-up crew because you wanted a second opinion on the unnatural flavor of the cherry."
"That was valid. It was a horrible brand, and the company switched after that." Chanyeol's quite proud of that one, actually. And the rainbow of dildos was far more interesting than shelves stocked by size and material. What good is working in such a creative industry if it's boring on the inside?
"The fact is, you aren't serious enough and that disqualifies you from moving any further."
"But you know I'd be good at it. Just look at this view!" Chanyeol stands and turns around, bending over to rest his hands on the back of his chair. He wiggles his ass, knowing that it looks very fuckable in the white skinny jeans he'd tugged on that morning. Chanyeol looks over his shoulder and Joonmyun appears just as nonplussed as he was before. "Come on, Joonmyun."
"Prove it to me with actions, not cheap seduction tactics."
Chanyeol turns around and flops in his chair again, legs sprawled out in front of him. "And if I do?"
Joonmyun ponders his words for a moment, fingers steepled under his chin. "If you can prove it, I'll happily offer your ass up on a silver platter for our elite to tear apart." Joonmyun smiles sweetly.
Chanyeol feels like he's won a small victory toward getting what he wants. Now all he has to do is rein in his larger than life personality. It should be a piece of cake.
"You know Joonmyun only told you that to shut you up and get you out of his office," Baekhyun comments, obnoxiously licking the chicken grease off his fingers. Chanyeol wrinkles his nose at his friend and waves off his comment.
"Listen," Baekhyun starts. "It's not that I don't have faith in your abilities to bullshit your way to the top, but you do not have the ass to consistently bottom. That's why they made you a mostly top switch. It works for you. Why are you so insistent on ruining a good thing?"
"I can't let the best years of my career be resigned to second best when I can be the best," Chanyeol explains.
Baekhyun doesn't buy it for a second. "I still don't know why you don't just ask Jongin out instead of trying to weasel your way under him at work while you jerk off to his videos at home."
"I don't know," Chanyeol laments, laying his head back on the booth. "There's just something about him that makes my brain go blank."
"Yeah, it's his cock. I heard from Jongdae that it's been dubbed the Ninth Wonder of the World."
"The ninth?" Chanyeol asks. "What's the eighth?"
Baekhyun smirks, his grease slick lips wrapping around his thumb to lick it clean and pull it out with a pop before he answers. "My ass."
Chanyeol snorts with a roll of his eyes, reaching out to grab the beer he’s been nursing. He doesn't have work tomorrow which means he could celebrate his tiny breakthrough, but he'd rather not deal with a hangover. Especially when Baekhyun will be hungover and a hungover Baekhyun whines like a spoiled baby until something gets shoved in his mouth.
Chanyeol's always been amazed that his best friend hadn't gone right for the porn business to put his oral fixation to use. Instead, he just torments Chanyeol and anyone unfortunate enough to be within hearing distance. Or in view. Chanyeol sees the grin on Baekhyun's face and glances at the group of people sitting at a different booth who are now all watching his friend.
"I'm gonna try my luck at getting a ride home," Baekhyun comments, licking his lips and grabbing his own beer off the table. "Maybe it'll inspire you to get your ass moving and ask out the dick of your dreams."
The thing about Jongin is that he isn't just a dick. If he was, Chanyeol would have hopped on it the first time they'd met and gotten it out of his system. Jongin is so much more than that. The first time Chanyeol went from watching HD DVD rips of Jongin's movies - as a way to acclimate himself to the industry he was about to join - to watching him in action without a screen between them, Chanyeol had been intrigued.
At first it was hero worship. He would watch Jongin during filming with a notepad in his hand and a pen behind his ear to take notes, but he'd always get distracted by the smooth way Jongin moved his hips or how pretty it looked when the muscles in his thighs rippled as he hefted the weight of his partner into his arms.
That led to the more dangerous thoughts of what it would be like for Jongin to lift Chanyeol off the floor, how it would feel to have Jongin's fingers around Chanyeol's wrists as he pinned him to the mattress to fuck into him. Jongin never failed to impress during his takes. He's bold, charming, and dripping with confidence that transfers easily to the screen.
What made Chanyeol really fall was when he was faced with the real Jongin. The actual Jongin is more soft, his smirks traded for genuine smiles and his personality a far cry from his onscreen persona, Kai. The more Chanyeol gleaned about Jongin - the way he laughs with his entire body and hits whoever is closest, how he pushes his finger to his lip when he's concentrating, the sleepy way he leans on the people around him after his sets - the more he fell. Now he's in over his head and his usual methods won't work when every thought in his head flees for cover when Jongin is around.
Baekhyun had called Chanyeol an excited puppy because he'd practically wag his butt whenever Jongin was in sight. That's when Chanyeol had stopped letting Baekhyun come with him when he needed to pick up his scripts. It doesn’t stop the little shit from popping up unexpectedly at the company because somehow Baekhyun has managed to make friends with everyone there.
Now Chanyeol is reduced to slicking his palm with lube before fisting his cock as he keeps his eyes fixated on Jongin's - Kai's - dick as it disappears slowly inside his partner's ass on his tiny laptop screen. Chanyeol wonders what it would be like to spread his legs for Jongin, to feel the weight of him pressing him down as his cock stretches him wide.
Chanyeol jerks himself off to the rhythm of Jongin's hips, toes curled in the carpet and his free hand pinching his nipple. He comes minutes later, pausing the video on a close-up of Jongin's face as he catches his breath. Stamina is something Chanyeol has in spades, but he never puts it to use when it's just himself; it’d be a waste of time and effort when all Chanyeol wants is the feeling of relief after an orgasm, not the chase to it.
It leads to Chanyeol crawling into bed after toweling himself clean, his face mushed in his pillow and the blankets around his waist to keep cool. His traitorous brain drifts toward sleep with thoughts of how cozy it would be if Jongin was beside him, face relaxed and body warm. He punches his pillow and lets out a groan, kicking his blankets the rest of the way to the floor as he grips his cock. “Behave,” he orders, but it’s too late.
Chanyeol's pulse is racing, his palms clammy as he takes in his surroundings. He'd only come in to pick up his script, but as soon as he found out that Jongin was filming, he'd taken the elevator to the third floor to poke his head in. It's silent on the set save for harsh breathing, a few exaggerated moans for effect and the slick sounds of sex.
There are two camera operators - one on the main and another moving around for the more adventurous angles - along with a minimal crew to keep the lighting and sound just right. Joonmyun is sitting off to the side, eyes riveted on his phone, and beside him is Kyungsoo who appears just as disinterested.
Chanyeol doesn't understand how they aren't all entranced at the way the lights shines off Jongin's sweaty skin, how his recently dyed hair - a gorgeous ash pink - sways in his eyes as he concentrates. Jongin's fingers are pressed into pale skin that reddens under his touch, nails scraping, and the veins that run the length of his arms to disappear into his hands seem to pop out enticingly.
Chanyeol nearly lets out a groan, his cock swelling in his pants at the vision before him. He relentlessly chews his lip, trying not to announce his presence because the last thing he needs is to ruin a perfect take while Joonmyun is around to witness it. He sticks around long enough for his own desires to become painful, the heat churning in his belly and his cock throbbing at the thought of Jongin even laying a hand on him.
Chanyeol has to waddle to bathrooms on the other side of the building; there's no way he'd use any of the closest ones. Someone might hear. As it is, he locks the door behind him so no one else can walk in. It's not going to take long anyway.
Chanyeol braces himself over the toilet, a hand on the wall to hold his weight after he's shimmied his jeans and briefs to his thighs. His hand is dry when he wraps it around his cock, but it feels so damn good to have something touching him that his head drops, chin to his chest, as he moans.
Chanyeol screws his eyes shut and fucks into his fist, fingers sliding through precome to take away some of the drag. He imagines Jongin standing behind him, whispering in his low, smooth voice that Chanyeol is doing so well, that he has such a pretty cock and he wants to see how it looks when he comes.
He breathes through his nose, letting the additional pressure in his chest mix with the tightening in his groin. His knees lock, his grip around his dick squeezing as he stops moving his hips and jerks himself off with short, quick strokes. The anticipation burns through him, skitters up the back of his throat until he's grunting, coming in thick ropes over his hand. His cock pulses and he pumps until there's nothing left.
Chanyeol slumps back against the wall of the stall, sweaty and out of breath. He's a complete mess and it's all because he can't get this damn attraction to Jongin under control. He thought the popping boners while staring at his crush phase would be over after high school.
He wipes down the toilet and then washes his hands after, splashing cool water on his face to ease the pink in his cheeks. There's not much more he can do and he slinks out of the bathroom, peeking both ways down the hall to make sure no one has been waiting outside. After he deems himself in the clear, Chanyeol saunters back to elevators to head to the first floor where he still needs to pick up his script.
"Chanyeol," Kyungsoo calls, startling him. "What brings you up here? You're not filming today."
Chanyeol turns to make a face at Kyungsoo, halting immediately when he spies Joonmyun behind him - Joonmyun with his arm draped casually around Jongin's waist. The two are engaged in a hushed conversation and Chanyeol desperately hopes they don't notice him.
"Were you watching to pick up a few pointers from the professionals?" Kyungsoo taunts, knowing that Chanyeol would do anything to save face in front of his crush. Chanyeol hates that he's so obvious and everyone except Jongin - and probably Joonmyun because he can be dense - knows.
"Haha," Chanyeol deadpans, trying to make his face as impassive as possible.
"Come on, big guy," Kyungsoo says when he gets to Chanyeol's side. He pats him on the arm and smiles sweetly up at him. "Let's get you back to the bottom where you belong."
Chanyeol doesn't have a comeback for that. The bottom is right where he wants to be - with Jongin's dick lodged right up his ass. He sighs wistfully, and Kyungsoo scoffs.
"Honestly, it's no fun when you're so easy."
"Oh," Joonmyun begins when he and Jongin finally make it to the elevator, "Chanyeol. Going down?" Joonmyun presses the button that Chanyeol, in his distraction, forgot to hit.
Kyungsoo snorts out a, "he wishes," and Chanyeol resists the urge to put him in a headlock. He knows very well that even though Kyungsoo is short and he looks sweet, he can be a force to be reckoned with when threatened.
The elevator dings and the doors swing open. Chanyeol is thankful for the interruption even if somehow - he blames Kyungsoo - he ends up standing right next to Jongin. Jongin's not too much shorter than Chanyeol, but Chanyeol has just enough of an advantage that he gets to see the slope of Jongin's face and the pretty way his eyelashes fan against his cheeks when he blinks his eyes. He looks tired.
Jongin suddenly turns his head and blinks sleepily up at Chanyeol, offering him a soft smile. "Hey." His voice is little more than a whisper and it still sends a thrill through Chanyeol's body. "I heard you're working with Sehun next."
"Yeah," Chanyeol remarks, unable to remember what words are while pinned under the weight of Jongin's gorgeous eyes.
"Be careful around his middle. If you touch this one spot just under his ribs, his leg kicks out without warning. I had a bruised hip for a week after figuring that out."
"That's good to know," Chanyeol chuckles. "Thanks."
"No problem."
The elevator stops on the first floor and they all file out. Kyungsoo sticks by Chanyeol with this knowing look on his face.
"Don't," Chanyeol warns as soon as Kyungsoo opens his mouth.
Kyungsoo pouts instead. "Your ass is never going to get anywhere near his dick at this rate."
"You underestimate me," Chanyeol comments, his gaze fixed on Jongin's backside as he and Joonmyun walk off together.
"The only thing I underestimate is your ability to function as a human," Kyungsoo groans, tugging on Chanyeol because he'd been following Jongin without realizing instead of turning down to where his script is waiting in his mailbox. They're emailed to him too, but Chanyeol likes to get his hands on the physical copies, highlighting his parts in neon orange and tucking them all in a box after to keep as mementos.
Chanyeol stumbles away from Jongin's retreating figure, stealing one last glance at his butt before it's out of sight. Kyungsoo smacks him on the back of the head for being a lovesick idiot.
Despite Jongin's warning, Chanyeol takes Sehun's heel to his dick halfway through shooting, mid-position change. He thinks he’s completely professional about the entire situation given that his dick is his livelihood and Sehun looks like he was the one kicked.
Chanyeol is sitting gingerly on one of the few cushioned chairs, an ice pack on his dick as Sehun sulks off to the side. Kyungsoo is, for once, being nice although that could be because it's his job to see if Chanyeol can get hard again so they don't lose an entire day of shooting.
Uncomfortable is an understatement. There hadn't been time, or thought, for getting Chanyeol cleaned up at all. Kyungsoo had gone right for the ice pack as Sehun scrambled away in fear of Chanyeol lashing out - as if he could move after taking that hit. There's lube drying on his dick and sweat itching across his neck and back because they'd been at it for over an hour already.
"There doesn't seem to be any swelling," Kyungsoo observes, his fingers light and careful when they run over the length of Chanyeol's dick. Aside from Chanyeol, Kyungsoo's probably the best judge because of the amount of time he's either had Chanyeol's dick in his hand or his mouth before and between every scene. Chanyeol's been at this for several years and that adds up.
"Should we try?" Kyungsoo's looking up at Chanyeol from where he's crouched between Chanyeol's legs, his hand still loose around Chanyeol's cock.
"Be gentle with me," Chanyeol pleads, only half joking.
Kyungsoo is professional when it counts and he keeps his eyes on Chanyeol's face to search for any signs of discomfort as he carefully tightens his fingers around Chanyeol's cock. Chanyeol was bracing himself for pain, but that doesn't stop him from letting out a manly whimper from the pressure. Kyungsoo backs off immediately.
"It's been an hour. If you aren't ready to go now, there's no point in waiting. We won't be able to finish today," Joonmyun comments from behind Chanyeol.
The sudden presence has Chanyeol startling, then letting out a choked gasp of pain when it pushes his dick the wrong way in Kyungsoo's hand. Everyone knows how much the studio hates missing time and Chanyeol hates it even more because he’s supposed to be impressing Joonmyun.
Sehun waddles over with a pout, carefully stepping because Kyungsoo had slid a plug into his ass to keep him open and loose while they waited on Chanyeol’s dick. There’s no use for it now and Sehun is the very definition of kicked puppy as he tucks his chin over Joonmyun’s shoulder, apologizing for the hundredth time.
“We’ll have to double up on filming tomorrow,” Joonmyun sighs, reaching up absentmindedly to muss Sehun’s hair with his fingers. “Just be here around 6 so we can get it done before the next set.”
“AM?” Chanyeol squeaks, listing back on his chair, legs spreading so he doesn’t accidentally injure himself further. Chanyeol considers himself a morning person - at least compared to most everyone he knows - but coercing his dick into a repeat performance at 6 in the morning might be a little tougher.
Joonmyun just slides his eyes to the side to peer at Chanyeol. He fidgets under the scrutiny. “Yes,” Joonmyun affirms. “And please eat beforehand. Stomach gurgling can ruin a take.” Joonmyun turns to leave, walking slowly to compensate for Sehun still wrapped around him.
Chanyeol sighs, staring forlornly down at his dick. Kyungsoo gives it a fond pat before standing, letting the ice pack slide down between Chanyeol's legs. The cold on the insides of his thighs has Chanyeol letting out a shriek, nearly falling out of his chair in his haste to get away from it.
The set is still up when Chanyeol peeks his head in, clutching a cup holder full of steaming coffee in his hands. It’s a preemptive peace offering because he knows Kyungsoo isn’t that keen on mornings and one dick injury in his lifetime is enough for Chanyeol. He slips through to the makeup room that’s attached to the side, holding the coffee through the doorway. He waits for it to be taken from him before entering, watching as Kyungsoo plucks one of the cups from the tray and breathes it in deep as Sehun goes for the other cup.
“You might be my favorite today,” Kyungsoo quips before taking his first sip. “But don’t hold your breath.”
Chanyeol will take that as a good sign for his dick and that’s all that matters to him. It’s too early to think about anything else. He might not be a grump like most people in the mornings, but that doesn’t mean he has full access to his brain.
The set slowly fills with the camera and lighting crew, shuffling around quietly as background noise. Chanyeol is sitting in a chair with naught but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist after getting his makeup done. Soojung had complained about the dark circles under his eyes, but did a flawless job of hiding them without making Chanyeol feel like there was paint caked on his skin. She’s a miracle worker.
Chanyeol probably doesn’t need fluffing. He’s perfectly capable of getting hard by himself, but it’s a paycheck for Kyungsoo and he felt like a heel the first time he’d turned down his services and learned from someone else that Kyungsoo takes a cut for it.
“Any pain today?” Kyungsoo asks as he sits on Chanyeol’s lap, fingers working to pull his towel open.
“No, but I haven’t gotten handsy either,” he admits. The only contact he’s had with his dick since yesterday is when he had to piss and this morning when he’d washed in the shower.
“Well let’s hope this works,” Kyungsoo teases, popping the cap on the tube of lube he keeps in his pocket. He slathers it on his palms, warming it up before reaching down to grip Chanyeol’s cock.
It becomes apparent very soon that Chanyeol’s dick is working as intended, quickly filling in Kyungsoo’s skilled hands. He slides slick fingers up and down the length, thoroughly wetting Chanyeol’s dick before he slows down. He only needs to keep up enough stimulation for Chanyeol to stay hard until they’re ready for him on set. Sehun is already being put into position, a long arm reaching up to clutch the end of the office desk he’s laying on that they’re using as a prop. Chanyeol watches the way his mouth drops open when he slides his other hand down, tugging the plug out of his ass that Kyungsoo had helped put there earlier.
Joonmyun shows up just in time, walking over to where Chanyeol is situating himself between Sehun’s legs. “We’re going to use what we can of yesterday’s footage to cut in with this, so just start off with Sehun on his back again. Just . . . just go for his hips when you flip him over this time,” Joonmyun explains. “Avoid the waist.”
Sehun pouts again and Chanyeol nods, completely in agreeance. There’s no way he’s going to put his dick in danger again.
“Wait!” Chanyeol calls as Joonmyun’s walking off. “Wasn’t there a tie around Sehun’s neck when we stopped?”
There’s no way Chanyeol could forget the soft pink that had been wrapped loosely around his neck, the knot low and the fabric moving over Sehun’s chest with every thrust that sent him over the desk. It was the only piece of wardrobe left of the whole “I’ll do anything to keep my job” scenario the scene is based on. He’d had the material wrapped around his fingers as Sehun sucked him off, stripping him of everything except the tie after.
There was definitely a tie.
Soojung finds it sitting on one of the makeup tables and they get it slipped on Sehun without delay. Now all they need to accomplish is getting the rest of the scene shot with as few takes as possible.
Chanyeol starts to feel it nearly an hour in. He’d managed to successfully get Sehun turned onto his stomach, legs spread wide and ass presented to him without injury. With so many close-up shots of his dick sliding in and out of Sehun and the additional stops for Soojung to dart over to fix their hair or reapply lip gloss, it takes a while to get through the scene.
Chanyeol’s hands grip the plump cheeks of Sehun’s ass, spreading them wide as he slows down his thrusts. There’s a camera zoomed in to watch how well Sehun takes him and Chanyeol compliments Sehun on it when prompted. The other camera is oriented on Sehun’s face, catching the pleasure that jolts through him with each thrust. Sehun definitely knows how to sell it. Chanyeol knows his dick game is strong, but no one’s is that strong.
It’s another hour and a half before they call for the final cut. Sehun slumps over on the desk with a groan and Chanyeol takes a step back on wobbly legs. There’s a pleasant ache in his thighs that makes the sweat itching over his skin bearable. Kyungsoo rushes over, handing Chanyeol a bottle of gatorade; Chanyeol takes several large swallows as Kyungsoo dabs at the sides of his face with a small towel before tossing it over the come spreading down Sehun’s ass and thighs.
Chanyeol wants to crawl into a shower, but they have to wait for the director to browse through all the takes to make sure they don’t need to reshoot a scene before they call it a wrap. His head tips back, eyes slipping closed as he regulates his breathing. Contrary to what Baekhyun seems to think, porn sex is not just sex caught on camera. There’s an art to it, and it requires stamina and patience and a great team behind the actors.
“You did a great job,” Kyungsoo compliments. Chanyeol opens his eyes and swivels his head to thank Kyungsoo until he notices that Kyungsoo is talking to Chanyeol’s dick. After three years, Chanyeol is convinced that Kyungsoo prefers dicks over people.
Hushed voices filter through the room and Chanyeol just relaxes as best he can, his gaze lingering without really taking in any of it. The chair by the entrance that Joonmyun usually occupies is empty; he’s standing over by the main camera, going through the shots with the director. However, propped against the wall beside Joonmyun’s vacated chair is someone that Chanyeol hadn’t expected to see.
Jongin has his arms folded over his chest, legs encased in an impossibly tight pair of jeans and a loose shirt hanging from his shoulders. Chanyeol’s breath catches and he can’t look away. How long has Jongin been standing there? Chanyeol’s never been self conscious about his performances, but now he’s a little nervous, wondering if Jongin had been watching, judging. There’s a thoughtful look on Jongin’s face that slips away when he sees Chanyeol.
Jongin gives Chanyeol a wave and a soft smile before he turns to leave. A grin spreads over Chanyeol’s face, heart racing and the tips of his ears turning red. He’s too busy staring at where Jongin had been standing to register the implications of the interest on Joonmyun’s face following his and Jongin’s exchange.
Chanyeol records two more videos - one with Jongdae that was shot on location for an outdoor picnic scene and another with Yifan where he’d worn a plug while fucking Yifan against a wall - before Joonmyun calls him into his office to re-visit his request. Chanyeol’s been on his best behavior for over a month now, even turning down Jongdae’s invitation to sneak into the archives to find Joonmyun’s old audition video before he’d stepped into a non-spotlight position. That had taken a lot of self control.
Joonmyun keeps his eyes on Chanyeol for a minute before speaking. “I’m still not entirely sold on the idea,” he begins, sighing as he leans his elbows on his desk, “but I’m willing to give you a trial run. Nothing fancy. We need a gauge a reaction before sinking money into a larger set -”
“You’re letting me work with Jongin?!” Chanyeol interrupts, nearly jumping out of his chair with excitement.
“Probationary,” Joonmyun warns. He pulls out a thin script from a stack on his desk and hands it to Chanyeol. “I suggest getting waxed two days prior to filming.”
Chanyeol glances down at his dick. He’s always either neatly trimmed or waxed. “But -”
“Your ass, Chanyeol,” Joonmyun elaborates. “And don’t forget to clean the plumbing the night before.”
Chanyeol leaves Joonmyun’s office in a hurry, practically buzzing from excitement. He entertains the idea of mass texting everyone in his contacts that he’s finally going to get Jongin’s hands on him, but refrains when he remembers that his mother, while supportive of his job, doesn’t need or want to know the details. He settles for texting Baekhyun instead.
congrats buttfuck. now your hand will finally get a break
Chanyeol prepares diligently for his big debut with Jongin. He has a week to get in top shape, going through additional reps of sit-ups and pull-ups every morning before questioning if the added muscle definition would be too much. He suddenly panics, sitting in the middle of his floor and holding up his shirt to make sure he still has that soft layer. He has to be ideal for the role. Ideal for Jongin even if it’s just acting.
He dutifully gets his ass waxed, shedding a few manly tears along the way because he hadn’t anticipated on it stinging worse than getting his pubes done. He’s tender after, sitting with his weight on one butt cheek as Baekhyun cackles at him. Best friend or not, Chanyeol considers revoking Baekhyun’s roommate privileges until he stops offering to kiss it to make it better.
On the day of the shoot, Chanyeol knows he doesn’t have to be there until ten for filming to start at noon, but he shows up early, script rolled up in his hand. Joonmyun gives him a double take when he walks past, nodding his head at Chanyeol before he disappears down the hall to his office. Chanyeol heads up to the third floor, taking a right to get to one of the smaller studios.
The setup is minimal - which is fine with Chanyeol. A large bed sits in the middle of the set, white sheets fitted over a firm mattress, complete with a plain white comforter thrown on top that will end up on the floor anyway. A pair of matching nightstands sit on either side of the bed, reading glasses and an open book sitting on one and a lamp on the other. Minimal realism. It reminds Chanyeol of the first few videos he did and it brings with it a twinge of nostalgia.
With nothing left to do but wait, Chanyeol heads to the small makeup room and takes a seat, pulling out his script. It couldn’t hurt to go over it again even if there’s little in the way of dialogue. He’d question why a script was necessary at all except he knows Joonmyun and that man is a perfectionist when it comes to the small details. It’s just one scene, which sounds deceiving because a single scene can still take hours with several breaks to keep the actors hydrated and calls for retakes to get the perfect shot.
The premise is boring, old hat, but Chanyeol vows to play the best eager to please boyfriend that's ever been played. It won't be too difficult considering how much he actually wants to please Jongin. It sits in his stomach like a stone, keeping him from completely relaxing. His foot taps restlessly on the floor and he thinks his two total lines on the page are starting to blur together, the words rearranging just to confuse him.
He blows out a deep breath, finally putting the script away so he doesn't psyche himself out. He's a seasoned actor; he's never had an issue with nerves even when he'd first started. Hell, he'd been so excited about his first official audition video that he'd offered to do several more after the first one was finished so he could showcase all his abilities.
It's just that Jongin is this unknown factor in the midst of it all. Sure, Chanyeol's been physically attracted to the people he's worked with before, but that's always where it stopped. He'd fucked around with Yifan a few times off set before the spark sizzled out and they kept their sex to on set. There was never anything more than the sex, a mutual exchange of great orgasms.
Jongin could be more. Chanyeol knows that if he could get the shit in his head worked out enough to ask Jongin out, they would be more. That both terrifies him and thrills him all at once. Jongin brings out something in Chanyeol that he didn't know he had. He's always been a free spirit, floating through relationships that don't last long because there's never enough attachment to tether him down. He thinks that Jongin has the weight it would take to keep his feet on the ground.
And Chanyeol's itching to test the theory.
Soojung shows up first, makeup bag clutched under her arm and a knowing smirk on her lips. "Eager, aren't we?" she jests, standing behind Chanyeol with her hands on his shoulders.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he sniffs, crossing his legs as he glares at her in the mirror. Soojung swats at him before moving around to set up her things in front of the mirror.
Gradually, the set fills with the small crew and Chanyeol is getting the final touches of his makeup applied when Jongin makes his appearance. He looks tired, yet still handsome enough for Chanyeol to want to roll over and bare himself. His fingers curl over the edge of the chair, knuckles white. He watches out of the corner of his eye as Jongin sits in the other chair, slumping with his legs kicked out and head back. The sharp line of his jaw is striking, the bob of his adam's apple distracting when he swallows and Chanyeol wants to run his fingers over it.
"Done," Soojung announces after giving Chanyeol a final once over. "Jongin, wake up and get your ass over here."
Chanyeol stands, eyes flickering to the floor as he stretches his arms over his head. He's not expecting the warmth of Jongin's hand when his palm hits his stomach, the touch bleeding through his shirt. It was just a teasing pat and Chanyeol resists the urge to lean in for more.
Jongin takes up Chanyeol's spot in front of the mirror as Soojung gets to work. Chanyeol's noticed the faint scars left from acne that are littered along Jongin's jaw, knows that there are imperfections on his skin; he's no less attractive because of it. If anything, it reminds Chanyeol that Jongin's very much human, which means he's totally in his league.
"Alright, big boy," Kyungsoo purrs, yanking on Chanyeol's arm before he can sit in the chair Jongin had been in. He's looking down at Chanyeol's dick again even if it's still tucked away inside his jeans. "Let's get you taken care of."
It's not the first time Chanyeol's been led out of the makeup room and into the adjoining room to be prepped. It's small, a chair against the wall and a table that looks like it was taken from a doctor's office in the middle. That's where Chanyeol finds himself, stripped down and bent over with his ass in the air so Kyungsoo can stretch him.
Chanyeol uses the time to calm himself, to breathe in and out evenly as the nerves twisted tight in his belly slowly begin to unravel. He has nothing to worry about; he's done this dozens of times - well, maybe not the bottoming part, but he's certainly not shy about being fucked in front of a camera.
All he needs to do is stop thinking about Jongin specifically and it should be fine. Totally fine.
Chanyeol waddles out with a towel around his waist and a plug sitting comfortably inside his ass to keep him stretched until they're ready. Soojung is combing her fingers through Jongin's pink hair and his head is tipped back again. Chanyeol makes a soft noise in his throat that has Jongin cracking his eyes open and peering at him.
Chanyeol skitters away, headed for the clothes rack on the opposite side of the room. There's a light blue button-up with Chanyeol’s name tagged on it, along with a pair of black boxer briefs that he'll be wearing for the start of the scene. They won't stay on long.
He slips on the shirt, keeping the top few buttons undone as per Joonmyun's instructions in the script, leaving the boxer briefs for later. No point in putting them on now when he'll have to slip them off to take out the plug before filming.
Everything comes together quickly, efficiently and before he's mentally prepared, Chanyeol finds himself towel-less, standing in front of Jongin in just his shirt and boxer briefs. Jongin's topless, his slacks undone and cock tucked down so it pushes out the dark fabric. Chanyeol already wants to fall to his knees to suck him off, but they haven't started shooting yet.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” Jongin assures him, head tilted as this sweet smile spreads over his lips.
A mild panic sets in. “I’m not,” Chanyeol squeaks, clearing his throat after.
Jongin reaches up, his fingers caressing over the shell of Chanyeol’s ear. Chanyeol’s knees nearly give out and he gives Jongin a wide-eyed stare. “The tips of your ears go red when you’re nervous.”
There's a door behind Chanyeol's back, the one the two of them are going to stumble through once the director calls for action, and he leans against it for a little support.
"Don't worry," Jongin says, his fingers circling Chanyeol's wrist loosely. "I'm going to take great care of you."
There's a switch that happens before Chanyeol's eyes. The first words had come from Jongin's mouth, but they end with Kai smirking at Chanyeol, half-lidded eyes staring up at him and a firmer grip around his wrist.
"Holy shit," Chanyeol breathes, unprepared for such a change. It's still Jongin in front of him, radiating his persona for filming and somehow, that's comforting. Jongin crowds Chanyeol against the door, nose bumping along Chanyeol's jaw before he's pressing his entire body to Chanyeol's front.
Chanyeol nearly misses the call, blood rushing in his ears and mouth dry, but Jongin doesn't waste a moment. His mouth is plush, warm, sticky from gloss when goes in for an open mouthed kiss. Chanyeol groans, falling through the door as it opens, stumbling back as scripted - unintentionally - and pulling Jongin with him by the loops on his pants.
He knows everyone is watching, that Joonmyun is probably already starting a list of things Chanyeol needs to improve on if he wants to work with Jongin again. It kicks his professionalism into gear.
Chanyeol groans when Jongin gets a fistful of his hair and tugs his head to the side. Their mouths part for the camera to see Jongin's tongue sliding through Chanyeol's lips in a sloppy kiss. Jongin tastes like spearmint underneath the strawberry flavor of the lipgloss. Jongin's other hand is making quick work of the buttons on Chanyeol's shirt, slipping them loose one at a time until the fabric falls open.
Chanyeol palms Jongin's cock over his slacks, heel sliding down the hard length as Jongin pushes into it. Jongin hums, pulling on Chanyeol's hair to break their kiss. "Baby," he croons, pausing to let out a soft moan of pleasure, "I wanna see your pretty lips around my cock."
Chanyeol drops to his knees, staring up at Jongin when he mouths at his cock, teasing with a smirk of his own before shimmying the fabric down. Jongin's dick is just as beautiful up close in person as Chanyeol had imagined. He's not overly large, but he's thick, the tip an angry pink with a bead of precome pearling along the slit.
Chanyeol flattens his tongue and runs it over the crown of Jongin's cock, keeping his eyes fixed on Jongin's face when he takes him down. They're careful to angle their bodies so the cameras can clearly see Chanyeol sucking him off. Jongin's mouth is open, eyes dark as he watches Chanyeol, thrusting forward a little when Chanyeol goes slower.
Porn audiences aren't usually too keen on slow, romantic blowjobs. It's a shame.
Chanyeol doesn't often do this; it's not long before his knees and jaw begin to ache. It gives him a new appreciation for Sehun who can deepthroat his cock for half an hour before he shows signs of discomfort. There's a camera right in his face, probably zoomed in on his lips. Chanyeol lets Jongin's cock fall from his mouth, licking over his slick, swollen lips. Jongin grips the base of his cock, sliding the tip over Chanyeol's lips as Chanyeol licks at it before Chanyeol sucks around the crown.
Jongin lets out this deep, surprised groan, eyes widening in surprise. The cameras wouldn't catch it, but Chanyeol does and it spurs him on. He rests his hands on Jongin's thighs, sucking Jongin's dick with enthusiasm. The camera moves back, giving Jongin room to grip Chanyeol by his hair again, guiding his head.
There's spit pooled in the corners of Chanyeol's mouth, some of it running down his chin and he's gearing up to take all of Jongin's cock when he's suddenly shoved back. He lands on his ass and hand, staring up at Jongin when the director yells for a cut.
"Shit," Jongin curses. He's breathing heavily, fingers circled tight around the base of his cock.
Kyungsoo comes rushing onto the set, eyeing Jongin curiously. "What's wrong?"
"I was about to come," Jongin laughs. He pushes a hand through his hair and Chanyeol's heart flips.
"You what?" Kyungsoo asks, his gaze darting between Jongin's dick and Chanyeol who is still sitting on the floor. "Blowjobs never get you off."
"First time for everything," Jongin shoots back. "Just give me a minute to calm back down."
While Kyungsoo leaves to explain things to the director and a concerned looking Joonmyun, Chanyeol watches Jongin. He's evening his breathing, the pink flush that had been creeping down his chest now receding. Chanyeol's pride inflates and he can't help grinning. When Jongin's eyes flicker to him, Jongin smiles back, genuine and reassuring.
"We're going to go ahead and skip to Jongin pushing Chanyeol onto the bed," Joonmyun announces.
Jongin holds out a hand to help Chanyeol off the floor. "Sorry about that."
"My ass has can handle more than that," Chanyeol says before he can stop himself. He's immediately embarrassed, but Jongin just laughs it off, and it takes the edge away.
When they start filming again, Chanyeol loses his shirt and Jongin's slacks are kicked aside. Jongin gets his hands on Chanyeol's waist, nails digging into his skin enough to have Chanyeol letting out a pleasured gasp. A shudder runs through Chanyeol as Jongin manhandles him onto the bed, crawling over him. Chanyeol feels trapped, like prey under Jongin's heated, predatory stare.
"Please," he begs, vaguely remembering his line. "Need you to fuck me." As far as lines go, they're pretty shitty, but this is a simple trial video. This is about their physical compatibility as an onscreen pair, not the dialogue.
Jongin drags Chanyeol's boxer briefs down his legs, running his fingers along the insides of Chanyeol's thighs on his way back up. Chanyeol arches into it, legs spreading further for the camera situated to the right behind Jongin.
It's easier when he's already prepped, stretched and slick and waiting for Jongin's cock. Jongin teases, the camera now up close and pointed at where the flared tip of Jongin's cock nudges against Chanyeol's hole enough for it to give without him slipping through. It's absolutely maddening.
Chanyeol grabs the sheets, trying to stay relaxed when all he wants is for Jongin to fill him up and fuck him until he can't remember his name. His cock twitches, throbbing against his belly each time Jongin pulls out instead of sinking the rest of the way into him. He can't help the way he clenches around nothing although it's great for the camera.
Chanyeol's loud, long moan when Jongin's cock pushes in to the hilt is not faked or exaggerated. Aside from the occasional shoot where they put a plug up his ass to add a little flare, Chanyeol hasn't had anything stuffing him up in a long time. It feels fucking amazing, and he fights against closing his legs to pull Jongin closer.
Jongin fucks him slow, Chanyeol panting as he adjusts, waiting for the go ahead from the director so they can move faster. It’s not that Chanyeol can’t control his body. It’s that this is Jongin and he’s been wanting this for so long that it’s hard to rein it in.
There’s a whispered instruction for Jongin to lift Chanyeol’s hips off the mattress. Chanyeol groans at the way Jongin’s cock shifts inside him, Jongin’s palms flat on the backs of Chanyeol’s thighs to push them to his chest. His entire ass is up in the air, giving the camera - and Jongin - the perfect view of him stuffed full of Jongin’s cock.
After another few minutes of slow, torturous thrusting, Chanyeol gets his cue. Chanyeol has a line for this. “Just fuck me already,” Chanyeol snarls, letting out a noise of surprise when Jongin pushes fast into him in response. That was not his line, but there’s no call for a cut. Jongin unfolds Chanyeol’s legs, settling them on his hips as he picks up speed. Chanyeol never thought he’d be graced with seeing the fluid way Jongin moves when he fucks this close, this personal.
He moans for the camera; he moans because of the pleasure that races up his spine and down into his gut. He has to focus on keeping himself from coming without being touched, focus on the too bright lights overhead and the subtle sounds of the crew moving around in the background. Chanyeol sinks his teeth into his lower lip, head falling back as Jongin plunges into him again and again, never losing speed.
The director calls for a cut and Chanyeol lays sprawled on the bed, forcing down a whine because they aren’t allowed to move much. His legs are still hiked around Jongin’s waist and Jongin’s dick is still very much buried in his ass. Kyungsoo comes over, but they both wave him off. Chanyeol is in no danger of going soft from the break and it seems neither is Jongin.
There’s an oddly placed look on Jongin’s face that Chanyeol can’t figure out. He’s gazing down at Chanyeol, worrying his lip with his teeth and Chanyeol’s chest swells, his brain malfunctioning.
“Can I take you on a date?” Chanyeol blurts out, immediately regretting his words. This is not the time or place for it. It’s going to make it awkward and if that transfers onto the film, Chanyeol won’t get the chance to work with Jongin again.
Jongin is wide-eyed, clearly startled. “Um,” he starts, looking around to see if there’s anyone else around them. His hands, which had been resting leisurely at his sides, come up to settle on Chanyeol’s calves. “Yeah, okay.”
“Really?” Chanyeol asks, uncertain because that was way too easy.
Jongin shrugs a little, just enough for Chanyeol to feel the way his dick flexes. “Yeah. I’ve heard lots of good things about you, and you’re really hot, so . . . yeah.”
Chanyeol grins at Jongin, letting out a breath of relief. “Thank you.”
Jongin lets out a soft laugh. “Sehun says you fuck like a machine, too,” Jongin adds, his hold on Chanyeol’s legs tightening. “I can’t wait to find out if he’s right.”
Well shit. Images of Jongin spread out beneath him, taking Chanyeol’s cock as he moans his name assault Chanyeol’s imagination and his cock twitches. Jongin notices and gets that Kai smirk on his face again.
Chanyeol doesn’t have a chance to figure out what that look means because the director’s calling for action again. They pick up where they left off before they switch positions. Now that he’s secured a date with Jongin, it’s easier to let himself go and get back in the professional mode of things. That doesn’t mean he takes it easy on Jongin when he climbs over him, sinking down on Jongin’s cock to ride him.
Jongin’s nails leave stinging trails down the outsides of Chanyeol’s thighs, and Chanyeol only bounces quicker, leaning forward so the camera gets the perfect shot from behind as Jongin fucks up into him hard and fast. It also gives Chanyeol the opportunity to kiss Jongin again, indulging when the focus isn’t on their faces.
Jongin’s smiling up at him when they part, but it soon fades when another cut is called. It takes several more cuts for slight re-angling on their positions and another hour of filming before they’re finished.
Chanyeol is spent, resting on his forearms and knees so he doesn’t fall onto the puddle of come underneath him. There’s also come on his lower back, slowly trickling over his sides as he waits for Kyungsoo to show up with a towel. Jongin’s standing behind him, a steady presence with his hand on Chanyeol’s hip, thumb rubbing in soothing circles. Jongin also helps Chanyeol lift onto his knees after his back is wiped down, a strong arm around his waist so Chanyeol can move off the bed and onto his feet.
He’s exhausted, but elated, grinning at Jongin who smiles back at him just as brightly.
“You two are going to be so gross,” Kyungsoo complains as he glances between them.
Chanyeol takes Jongin to dinner the following evening. Jongin is back to his shy smiles and soft words, which only makes Chanyeol’s attraction strengthen. He learns that Jongin went into the porn industry as a means to pay his way through school, but then he ended up quitting school.
“I love the job,” Jongin explains, licking his lips. Chanyeol notices that he does it a lot when he’s opening up about himself. “I love it more than anything I was studying for in school, so I went for it. The rest is history.” Jongin leans forward, elbows on the table as he plays with his napkin. “What about you? What dragged you into porn?”
Chanyeol rests back in his chair, finger tapping on the rim of his glass. Most of their food is gone, eaten as they got the small talk out of the way. “Ah, it was mostly on a whim, actually. A few years back, a group of friends and I were drinking and one of them kept pulling up these amateur masturbation videos on their laptop. They were terrible,” Chanyeol laughs. “Well, drunk me thought it’d be a great idea to film one of my own because I knew I could totally do better. I never showed anyone, but my roommate found the file and watched it. He told me I sold it better than any of the porn he watches. At the time I had no direction in my life, so I figured ‘what the hell’ and tried my luck at getting a job in porn ‘cause it sure beats retail.”
Jongin’s shaking his head with a grin. “You are something else, Chanyeol.”
“A good something else?” he inquires, hopeful.
Chanyeol feels the tip of Jongin’s shoe against his ankle before it slides teasingly up his calf. “Yes,” Jongin answers, eyeing Chanyeol with intent. “Should we get dessert?”
It’s a line straight out of porn - Chanyeol should know, he’s used it - but it totally works for Jongin who practically has Chanyeol wrapped around his finger already. Chanyeol gets Jongin back to his place in record time, pressed flush to the door with his hand in Jongin’s hair and Jongin’s mouth warm against his. It holds a lot of promise and even if they don’t have sex that night, or on their next date or even the one after, Chanyeol is content just making out with his super hot new boyfriend and getting to wake up to his sleepy face in the morning.
There’s no rush for anything more.
Joonmyun isn’t been too pleased about the two of them going official, but only because it means that he has to hear it from both Chanyeol and Jongin that they want to work together again. And Jongin’s puppy eyes are killer.
“Fine,” he groans, seconds away from pulling out his hair. “Just stop looking at me like that.”
Jongin gives Chanyeol a stealthy high-five before the two of them are sneaking off, probably to make out in one of the empty studios. Joonmyun heads back to his office, wondering if this is the right time to pull out the series he’s been working on and letting those two take the leads.