The Casting Couch
Title: The Casting Couch
Author: Zara_Zee
Beta: Unbeta’d
Total Words: 1,875
Genre(s): Slash, drama, angst
Pairing(s): Jensen/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I have borrowed the names and faces of certain actors without their knowledge or approval. Said actors belong to themselves and I have merely cast them in my fiction. Not a word of this is true; I’ve just got them playing parts.
Warnings: swearing, violence, references to homophobia, references to prostitution, dub con with non con elements
Summary: “Twinks like you are a dime a dozen. Pretty face, cock-sucking lips, done a bit of modelling, so you think you can act. I’ve got hundreds of boys like you on my books and there just aren’t enough roles on Dawson’s Creek for all of you. So,” Vince’s knee nudges Jensen’s thighs further apart. “How do you propose to show me what edgy, adventurous stuff you can do?”
A/N: Written for Riyku’s ‘Let your kink flag fly’ comment!fic meme.
Tebtosca asked for:- “Something inspired by this picture, ideally J2.
· Angsty hookerfic.
· Young actor coming to Hollywood and tempted by the casting couch
· Anything involving Jensen Ackles being sensitive and beautiful and flushed and put upon”
I tried to include everything she asked for in the prompt. This first part, though, doesn’t include Jared. But I have a part two in mind in which he would have a big part to play!
A/N 2: Viviansface did an awesome fill for this prompt already, but as we both agreed that picture simply begs for fics! J So here is my offering.
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“The thing is, Jason-”
“It’s Jensen, sir. Jensen Ackles.”
Jensen’s agent-Vince Bonaccurso (see Jensen knows his name)-peers at him from behind his computer monitor. He runs a plump hand, complete with pinky ring, through slicked-back black hair and flashes his perfect white teeth.
“Right,” he says. “As I was saying,” he glances back at his monitor and frowns. “Twinks like you are a dime a dozen. Pretty face, cock-sucking lips, done a bit of modelling, so you think you can act. I’ve got hundreds of boys like you on my books and there just aren’t enough roles on Dawson’s Creek for all of you. So,” he waves a hand expansively. “I’ll keep you on my books, Jason, but there’s really no point in you booking these weekly meetings with me. If I have something for you, I’ll call.”
Jensen seriously doubts that. The man can’t even remember his name.
“With all due respect,” Jensen deliberately deepens his voice. He may only be eighteen, but he’s smart and quietly observant, and he likes to think that he has a certain gravitas that a lot of actors his age are lacking. “Maybe you need to think outside the box, a little. I’m a good actor. I can play…more adventurous roles than the stereotype you seem to have in mind for me.”
Vince pushes away from his desk and rocks backwards in his high-backed leather chair.
“Adventurous, hey?” his tone stops just short of being a leer.
Jensen swipes his tongue nervously from one side of his mouth to the other and then bites at his bottom lip. Vince’s expression becomes lecherous.
“So you’re looking for gritty roles,” Vince says. “Dark; edgy?”
Jensen rubs a hand across the back of his neck. “Um. Yes? Maybe. I don’t want you to typecast me because of the way I look. I want an opportunity to show you my range; to show you what I can do.”
Vince leans forward again and clicks his mouse. Mouth pursed, brow furrowed, he clicks several more times before leaning back again. Jensen hears himself speaking, and then he hears the voice of Danni from his acting class, who’d made his showreel with him. He rubs a hand across his mouth and waits while Vince watches the whole two minutes of film.
“Huh,” says Vince, when it’s finished. He gets up and walks around the desk, coming to a stop right next to Jensen and perching on the edge of the desk, his knee pushing in between Jensen’s thighs.
“Your showreel’s not exactly edgy, is it?” he says.
Jensen isn’t sure how to respond. Maybe he should offer to make a new one? But making a showreel costs money and the reason he’s in here right now pushing so hard for work is that money is a problem. Chris has gone on tour with Steve and without him to share the cost of the rent and utilities Jensen is struggling to make ends meet.
“So,” Vince’s knee nudges Jensen’s thighs further apart. “How do you propose to show me what edgy, adventurous stuff you can do?”
Jensen has grown up a lot in the last six months; you kind of have to when you get kicked out of home.
Okay, ‘kicked out’ is maybe too strong a word for it. ‘Cut off’ is probably more accurate.
You see, Jensen hates accounting, hates math, and hates that his father expected him to toe the line and join the family accounting firm, whether he wanted to or not, just like his brother had done.
Jensen had other ideas. He’d discovered acting in the eighth grade, when he performed in his first school play, and it’s what he’s wanted to do for a living ever since.
His parents won’t hear of it, of course. It’s not sensible; not practical, and when they found out that he hadn’t applied to any colleges, they’d been furious.
Things had been tense at home for the last couple of years anyway, what with his dad not being able to look him in the eye, and his mom constantly leaving pamphlets around for re-orientation camps, trying to set him up on dates with girls from Church, and telling him that it’s just a phase, that it’ll go away if only he prays hard enough. So really, it was better for everyone if Jensen moved to Hollywood and gave acting a go.
His parents didn’t agree. They refused to help him finance the move, made it clear that if he went down that path, he was on his own. Fortunately, he had some money put by, but it has still been hard. In the space of a few days he went from being a child at home with his folks, to an adult who had to worry about things like rent, and utilities, and how to put food on the table.
Jensen has done alright so far, but it’s meant facing harsh realities and growing up fast.
Even so, it takes him almost too long to understand what Vince is getting at. He’s heard rumors, of course, who hasn’t? The term ‘casting couch’ is notorious. But he’s never really expected to find himself asked to exchange sexual favors in return for work. He gets it just as Vince’s face is morphing into disappointment and he’s beginning to pull away.
“What do you want me to do?” Jensen blurts.
Vince’s grin is all teeth. “How about a little role play? Let’s pretend you’re auditioning for one of those cop shows.”
Jensen sighs his relief. Maybe he had it wrong; maybe Vince just expects some acting.
“I’ll be the corrupt cop,” Vince says, “And you can be the street kid, working as a hooker to feed his drug habit.
Jensen peers up at Vince from beneath his eyelashes. He notices the bulge in his agent’s trousers. He takes a shaky breath. “I don’t…” his voice gives out.
Vince stands abruptly. “Knew you didn’t have it in you,” he sneers. “Like I said, dime a dozen, and no talent.”
Jensen thinks about his power bill and the three packets of Ramen noodles in his cupboard.
“No wait!” he pulls himself to his feet. “I can do this. I just…wasn’t sure how you wanted to start the scene.”
“Use your imagination,” Vince says.
He grabs hold of Jensen’s upper arms and shoves him up against a nearby wall. Jensen’s shoulders take the brunt of the impact, but the back of his head thwacks lightly against the plaster too. He shudders out a shocked breath and slouches against the wall, his eyes wide and glassy and his face flushed. He swallows. “Are you gonna arrest me, Officer?”
Vince grins, triumphant and obscene.
“Yeah. Gonna send you to jail, boy. You know what they do with pretty boys like you in jail, right?”
Jensen shivers. Whatever they do to him in jail, it won’t be anything he’s never had done to him before. He can guarantee that. But he needs a fix. Badly. He doesn’t have time to go to jail. He licks at his bottom lip, sees the way the cop’s eyes track the movement.
“I know what they’ll do to me in jail,” he says, voice low. “What about if you did it to me instead?”
The only answer he gets is pressure on his shoulders, but Jensen knows what that means. He drops to his knees and…shit. This is getting kind of real now.
Jensen’s not the most experienced guy in the world, but he has done this before. A couple of times. While drunk. He can do this. He can-
“Come on boy, get on with it. Ain’t gonna suck itself.”
Jensen takes a deep breath and reaches forward with shaky fingers. He undoes Vince’s trousers and takes him out, weighs the thick cock in his hands and pumps it a couple of times before leaning forward and tentatively licking at the head.
He pulls back and looks up at Vince. “Condom?”
There is a bookshelf to Vince’s right, and Vince reaches for it. Jensen hears a ceramic clunk and then the crinkle of plastic. Vince hands him an unopened condom.
“Put it on me,” he says.
Jensen tears the packet open and rolls the condom onto Vince’s cock. His fingers have stopped shaking now and it goes on easily.
“Come on!” Vince’s voice is strained.
The condom is the pre-lubed type, oily and unpleasant to taste. Jensen sucks at the head of Vince’s cock and then slides down until he’s got a good three inches in his mouth. He works the rest with his hand, while he sucks and licks at the hard, wet, throbbing dick in his mouth. Vince moans quietly and fists his hands in Jensen’s hair.
“That’s it, slut,” he says. “Suck it good.”
Jensen rolls his eyes. You’d think Vince would have a better handle on dialogue, all the scripts that come across his desk.
Jensen pulls back and swipes his tongue around the head of Vince’s dick, and then tongues at the sensitive nub on the underside. Vince groans and thrusts his hips, forcing his cock down Jensen’s throat. Tears well in Jensen’s eyes and he gags and chokes.
“Take it, whore,” Vince says.
Jensen grabs at his hips and tries to push him away, but Vince won’t budge, just keeps shoving his fat cock down Jensen’s throat. Jensen tries not to panic. He starts to breathe through his nose and swallow in time with Vince’s thrusts and it’s not good, but it’s bearable. The panic recedes and Jensen holds his mouth slack. He lets his saliva pool and then does his best to tongue at Vince’s cock as it rams into him hard and fast, fucking his face good and deep. Jensen tightens his lips and sucks, hot and wet and messy, and the hands in his hair begin to tug, pulling at his scalp, the pain making tears run down his face. Vince moans and swears and chants God’s name, and thrusts, and thrusts, and thrusts. When Jensen runs a finger across his balls, Vince comes, long and loud and deep. Jensen sucks him gently through the aftershocks, until he finally pulls out of Jensen’s mouth and pushes him away roughly.
Jensen sits back on his haunches and gazes up at Vince with glassy eyes. He watches him roll off the condom and dump it in the trash and then refasten his trousers with unsteady fingers. Jensen’s cream-striped jacket and white collared shirt are rumpled, his neck is flushed, his lips are swollen and spit-slicked, and his cheeks are wet.
“Are you still gonna arrest me?” he says, voice like sandpaper.
Vince shakes his head, still breathing hard. “Great work,” he gasps. “Very edgy. You make a believable whore.”
Jensen isn’t entirely sure that’s a good thing. Still. If it gets him work, he’ll deal.
“So you’ll send me to audition for a wider range of roles, now?”
Vince nods. “Yeah.” He reaches out a hand and pulls Jensen to his feet. “Jensen, you said? Jensen Ackles.”
“That’s me.”
Vince runs a hand across his mouth. “If I have something for you, Jensen, I’ll give you a call.”
This time, Jensen believes him.
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Author: Zara_Zee
Beta: Unbeta’d
Total Words: 1,875
Genre(s): Slash, drama, angst
Pairing(s): Jensen/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I have borrowed the names and faces of certain actors without their knowledge or approval. Said actors belong to themselves and I have merely cast them in my fiction. Not a word of this is true; I’ve just got them playing parts.
Warnings: swearing, violence, references to homophobia, references to prostitution, dub con with non con elements
Summary: “Twinks like you are a dime a dozen. Pretty face, cock-sucking lips, done a bit of modelling, so you think you can act. I’ve got hundreds of boys like you on my books and there just aren’t enough roles on Dawson’s Creek for all of you. So,” Vince’s knee nudges Jensen’s thighs further apart. “How do you propose to show me what edgy, adventurous stuff you can do?”
A/N: Written for Riyku’s ‘Let your kink flag fly’ comment!fic meme.
Tebtosca asked for:- “Something inspired by this picture, ideally J2.
· Angsty hookerfic.
· Young actor coming to Hollywood and tempted by the casting couch
· Anything involving Jensen Ackles being sensitive and beautiful and flushed and put upon”
I tried to include everything she asked for in the prompt. This first part, though, doesn’t include Jared. But I have a part two in mind in which he would have a big part to play!
A/N 2: Viviansface did an awesome fill for this prompt already, but as we both agreed that picture simply begs for fics! J So here is my offering.
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“The thing is, Jason-”
“It’s Jensen, sir. Jensen Ackles.”
Jensen’s agent-Vince Bonaccurso (see Jensen knows his name)-peers at him from behind his computer monitor. He runs a plump hand, complete with pinky ring, through slicked-back black hair and flashes his perfect white teeth.
“Right,” he says. “As I was saying,” he glances back at his monitor and frowns. “Twinks like you are a dime a dozen. Pretty face, cock-sucking lips, done a bit of modelling, so you think you can act. I’ve got hundreds of boys like you on my books and there just aren’t enough roles on Dawson’s Creek for all of you. So,” he waves a hand expansively. “I’ll keep you on my books, Jason, but there’s really no point in you booking these weekly meetings with me. If I have something for you, I’ll call.”
Jensen seriously doubts that. The man can’t even remember his name.
“With all due respect,” Jensen deliberately deepens his voice. He may only be eighteen, but he’s smart and quietly observant, and he likes to think that he has a certain gravitas that a lot of actors his age are lacking. “Maybe you need to think outside the box, a little. I’m a good actor. I can play…more adventurous roles than the stereotype you seem to have in mind for me.”
Vince pushes away from his desk and rocks backwards in his high-backed leather chair.
“Adventurous, hey?” his tone stops just short of being a leer.
Jensen swipes his tongue nervously from one side of his mouth to the other and then bites at his bottom lip. Vince’s expression becomes lecherous.
“So you’re looking for gritty roles,” Vince says. “Dark; edgy?”
Jensen rubs a hand across the back of his neck. “Um. Yes? Maybe. I don’t want you to typecast me because of the way I look. I want an opportunity to show you my range; to show you what I can do.”
Vince leans forward again and clicks his mouse. Mouth pursed, brow furrowed, he clicks several more times before leaning back again. Jensen hears himself speaking, and then he hears the voice of Danni from his acting class, who’d made his showreel with him. He rubs a hand across his mouth and waits while Vince watches the whole two minutes of film.
“Huh,” says Vince, when it’s finished. He gets up and walks around the desk, coming to a stop right next to Jensen and perching on the edge of the desk, his knee pushing in between Jensen’s thighs.
“Your showreel’s not exactly edgy, is it?” he says.
Jensen isn’t sure how to respond. Maybe he should offer to make a new one? But making a showreel costs money and the reason he’s in here right now pushing so hard for work is that money is a problem. Chris has gone on tour with Steve and without him to share the cost of the rent and utilities Jensen is struggling to make ends meet.
“So,” Vince’s knee nudges Jensen’s thighs further apart. “How do you propose to show me what edgy, adventurous stuff you can do?”
Jensen has grown up a lot in the last six months; you kind of have to when you get kicked out of home.
Okay, ‘kicked out’ is maybe too strong a word for it. ‘Cut off’ is probably more accurate.
You see, Jensen hates accounting, hates math, and hates that his father expected him to toe the line and join the family accounting firm, whether he wanted to or not, just like his brother had done.
Jensen had other ideas. He’d discovered acting in the eighth grade, when he performed in his first school play, and it’s what he’s wanted to do for a living ever since.
His parents won’t hear of it, of course. It’s not sensible; not practical, and when they found out that he hadn’t applied to any colleges, they’d been furious.
Things had been tense at home for the last couple of years anyway, what with his dad not being able to look him in the eye, and his mom constantly leaving pamphlets around for re-orientation camps, trying to set him up on dates with girls from Church, and telling him that it’s just a phase, that it’ll go away if only he prays hard enough. So really, it was better for everyone if Jensen moved to Hollywood and gave acting a go.
His parents didn’t agree. They refused to help him finance the move, made it clear that if he went down that path, he was on his own. Fortunately, he had some money put by, but it has still been hard. In the space of a few days he went from being a child at home with his folks, to an adult who had to worry about things like rent, and utilities, and how to put food on the table.
Jensen has done alright so far, but it’s meant facing harsh realities and growing up fast.
Even so, it takes him almost too long to understand what Vince is getting at. He’s heard rumors, of course, who hasn’t? The term ‘casting couch’ is notorious. But he’s never really expected to find himself asked to exchange sexual favors in return for work. He gets it just as Vince’s face is morphing into disappointment and he’s beginning to pull away.
“What do you want me to do?” Jensen blurts.
Vince’s grin is all teeth. “How about a little role play? Let’s pretend you’re auditioning for one of those cop shows.”
Jensen sighs his relief. Maybe he had it wrong; maybe Vince just expects some acting.
“I’ll be the corrupt cop,” Vince says, “And you can be the street kid, working as a hooker to feed his drug habit.
Jensen peers up at Vince from beneath his eyelashes. He notices the bulge in his agent’s trousers. He takes a shaky breath. “I don’t…” his voice gives out.
Vince stands abruptly. “Knew you didn’t have it in you,” he sneers. “Like I said, dime a dozen, and no talent.”
Jensen thinks about his power bill and the three packets of Ramen noodles in his cupboard.
“No wait!” he pulls himself to his feet. “I can do this. I just…wasn’t sure how you wanted to start the scene.”
“Use your imagination,” Vince says.
He grabs hold of Jensen’s upper arms and shoves him up against a nearby wall. Jensen’s shoulders take the brunt of the impact, but the back of his head thwacks lightly against the plaster too. He shudders out a shocked breath and slouches against the wall, his eyes wide and glassy and his face flushed. He swallows. “Are you gonna arrest me, Officer?”
Vince grins, triumphant and obscene.
“Yeah. Gonna send you to jail, boy. You know what they do with pretty boys like you in jail, right?”
Jensen shivers. Whatever they do to him in jail, it won’t be anything he’s never had done to him before. He can guarantee that. But he needs a fix. Badly. He doesn’t have time to go to jail. He licks at his bottom lip, sees the way the cop’s eyes track the movement.
“I know what they’ll do to me in jail,” he says, voice low. “What about if you did it to me instead?”
The only answer he gets is pressure on his shoulders, but Jensen knows what that means. He drops to his knees and…shit. This is getting kind of real now.
Jensen’s not the most experienced guy in the world, but he has done this before. A couple of times. While drunk. He can do this. He can-
“Come on boy, get on with it. Ain’t gonna suck itself.”
Jensen takes a deep breath and reaches forward with shaky fingers. He undoes Vince’s trousers and takes him out, weighs the thick cock in his hands and pumps it a couple of times before leaning forward and tentatively licking at the head.
He pulls back and looks up at Vince. “Condom?”
There is a bookshelf to Vince’s right, and Vince reaches for it. Jensen hears a ceramic clunk and then the crinkle of plastic. Vince hands him an unopened condom.
“Put it on me,” he says.
Jensen tears the packet open and rolls the condom onto Vince’s cock. His fingers have stopped shaking now and it goes on easily.
“Come on!” Vince’s voice is strained.
The condom is the pre-lubed type, oily and unpleasant to taste. Jensen sucks at the head of Vince’s cock and then slides down until he’s got a good three inches in his mouth. He works the rest with his hand, while he sucks and licks at the hard, wet, throbbing dick in his mouth. Vince moans quietly and fists his hands in Jensen’s hair.
“That’s it, slut,” he says. “Suck it good.”
Jensen rolls his eyes. You’d think Vince would have a better handle on dialogue, all the scripts that come across his desk.
Jensen pulls back and swipes his tongue around the head of Vince’s dick, and then tongues at the sensitive nub on the underside. Vince groans and thrusts his hips, forcing his cock down Jensen’s throat. Tears well in Jensen’s eyes and he gags and chokes.
“Take it, whore,” Vince says.
Jensen grabs at his hips and tries to push him away, but Vince won’t budge, just keeps shoving his fat cock down Jensen’s throat. Jensen tries not to panic. He starts to breathe through his nose and swallow in time with Vince’s thrusts and it’s not good, but it’s bearable. The panic recedes and Jensen holds his mouth slack. He lets his saliva pool and then does his best to tongue at Vince’s cock as it rams into him hard and fast, fucking his face good and deep. Jensen tightens his lips and sucks, hot and wet and messy, and the hands in his hair begin to tug, pulling at his scalp, the pain making tears run down his face. Vince moans and swears and chants God’s name, and thrusts, and thrusts, and thrusts. When Jensen runs a finger across his balls, Vince comes, long and loud and deep. Jensen sucks him gently through the aftershocks, until he finally pulls out of Jensen’s mouth and pushes him away roughly.
Jensen sits back on his haunches and gazes up at Vince with glassy eyes. He watches him roll off the condom and dump it in the trash and then refasten his trousers with unsteady fingers. Jensen’s cream-striped jacket and white collared shirt are rumpled, his neck is flushed, his lips are swollen and spit-slicked, and his cheeks are wet.
“Are you still gonna arrest me?” he says, voice like sandpaper.
Vince shakes his head, still breathing hard. “Great work,” he gasps. “Very edgy. You make a believable whore.”
Jensen isn’t entirely sure that’s a good thing. Still. If it gets him work, he’ll deal.
“So you’ll send me to audition for a wider range of roles, now?”
Vince nods. “Yeah.” He reaches out a hand and pulls Jensen to his feet. “Jensen, you said? Jensen Ackles.”
“That’s me.”
Vince runs a hand across his mouth. “If I have something for you, Jensen, I’ll give you a call.”
This time, Jensen believes him.
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