Unscripted
Title: Unscripted
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Yunho and Changmin are co-stars in a porn film. They go over their scenes together and this is how it goes.
A/N: From the Prompt Table, the prompt being ‘porn star.’
“So, I was thinking that maybe instead of fucking me against the wall, we could do it against the countertop.”
Changmin mulls the idea over, going through the sequence in his head before answering. “The countertop is too high. It’ll be hard to fuck you with the edge cutting into my thigh.”
“Really? Let’s see.” Yunho puts down his copy of the script to hop onto the counter. “Come here.” He gestures for Changmin forward.
Changmin comes to stand between his legs. “See, look. I’d have to tiptoe in order to get a decent angle.”
“How about if I scoot closer?” Yunho shifts until half his ass hangs off the table and his crotch presses into Changmin’s groin. “Feels right to me.”
“That’s because I’m not actually fucking you.” Changmin rolls his hips a little in a semblance of a thrust. “I might seriously hurt my dick like this.”
Yunho frowns and Changmin doesn’t miss the way his breath quickens a little. “How about the table? That’s a little lower.”
“There’s a dinner scene on that table,” Changmin says, raising an eyebrow. “Where we eat actual food.”
“We can always wipe it down. We’ll even use those kitchen disinfectant wipes if you want.”
“What’s wrong with doing it against the wall?”
Color starts to creep into Yunho’s cheeks at the question. “Well, I don’t know. It just…seems a little impersonal I guess? I mean, we’re supposed to be actual lovers here. It’s a little more domestic as opposed to the usual ‘hooker meets john’ type of roles we always play.”
“Huh.” Changmin can’t think of anything else to say. They’re starring in a porno after all and it’s obvious Yunho has put way too much thought into this whole thing. “I see. Then how about we try the shower scene? We can scrub each other’s backs and stuff before the fucking. That’s really domestic.”
Yunho shakes his head. “Didn’t you see the bulletin? We’re filming the shower scene tomorrow because there’s something wrong with the pipes. It’s not like we can do a shower scene without water.”
“No, I was running late this morning and rushed over before I could check.” Changmin says, his turn to frown. “Where else is free? Since we can’t seem to agree on how to do things in the kitchen I think we should move on to something else in the meantime and let Jaejoong decide later.”
“I think the garage is finished. They got some vintage car for us to work with. Jaejoong’s been cooing about it for days since he brought it on set.”
“Nice.” Changmin whistles low when he sees the classic bright red vintage mustang. “What’d he pawn to get his hands on this?”
Yunho shrugs. “Some friend of his is a fan of ours. When he heard we needed a car, he offered this.”
Changmin opens the car door and sticks his head in to inhale the leather. “How the hell am I supposed to fuck you on this? The upholstery must cost a fortune.”
“It does,” Yunho says. “We don’t actually need to fuck on it or in it. It just needs to be in the scene. You know, for aesthetics.”
Changmin nods. “Okay. Where do you want to start?”
“How about,” Yunho flips through his script looking for something. “Here it is. You’re supposed to be at the work bench…working on something. Then I come up behind you and say something about how you nail me instead.”
Changmin tries not to snort. “God, that’s so unoriginal.”
“This is a porno, Changmin. It isn’t like people watch us for the dialogue.”
“Point for you.” Changmin says before walking to the work bench and picking up a hammer. “So what exactly am I supposed to be hammering at?”
“Me of course, but that’s after I seduce you away from your work. Just pretend to look busy for now and we’ll work through the scene.” Changmin nods and starts fiddling with random tools in front of him. He tries to get his head into the scene, recalling the script. They’re a couple living together for the first time and were on a mission to christen every available surface with sex. It’s a role that requires a little more finesse, focusing a little more on character than just the sex. He feels Yunho come up behind him, his loving partner, not his co-star. Changmin has to concentrate and put effort to get into the right mindset.
“What are you working on?”
“A new shelf.”
“A shelf, huh.” Changmin can hear the amusement in the words. It’s mundane compared to the other things he could have said, but this one works just fine. “You’re pretty good with that hammer.”
“Should I… nail you instead?” Changmin suggests, going off script. That’s not his line but he knows Yunho can work with the change.
Yunho arches a brow at him, his expression a perfect combination of coy and slightly offended. “When you say it like that, it makes me seem easy.”
“And you are,” Changmin quips before Yunho can go on. “But only for me, right?” Yunho steps back to let him turn around but not quite enough so that Changmin can feel all of Yunho’s body as he moves.
Yunho bites the corner of his lips and tilts his head up the few centimeters it takes to meet Changmin’s gaze and nods. “Yeah. Only for you,” he whispers, the look in his eyes so earnest and sincere Changmin could almost believe he meant it for real.
It’s enough for Changmin to consider going off script again, kissing Yunho a couple of lines earlier than he should. This is the perfect moment, he reasons to himself as he cups Yunho’s jaw and angles his head. Yunho’s eyes close in anticipation for the kiss, the expression in them just a little surprised but he never breaks away from character, not quite. He doesn’t move away, just lets Changmin handle him in the way that’s earned them so many fans. They’ve been lauded to come off so real on screen, the two of them. They have a lot of chemistry together and it shows in their work. Sure they go off-script a lot - mostly because Changmin could barely imagine him saying all those cheesy lines, much less actually saying them - but it’s part of the reason they’ve done well so far.
Changmin kisses Yunho with a fervor he’s lacked in other films they’ve done. This kiss is sweeter but just as hot, urgent but not hurried. He kisses Yunho like he has all the time in the world and he does, in a sense, at least in this make-believe world. His arms move down Yunho’s sides to his hips before molding his fingers to Yunho’s ass and pulling Yunho against him. Yunho wraps his arms around Changmin’s neck, moaning, and shifting his footing to rub his erection against Changmin’s thigh. Feeling Yunho’s cock go from firm to hard with just that much friction makes Changmin’s blood sing, rushing south to make his own cock strain in his underwear. Yunho sucks at his tongue, whimpering, and the sound is enough to have Changmin switching their positions and pressing Yunho against the workbench instead.
“Look, just the right height,” he says in between kisses, reaching for the button on Yunho’s jeans.
“Mmph.” Yunho makes a sound of protest, probably to say that that isn’t a part of the script but of course it isn’t. Changmin prefers them unscripted anyway, because being with Yunho always feels so real. It doesn’t matter what the setting is, whether it’s anonymous sex at some club or fetish play, or something domestic like this. The real reason they do so well is because for Changmin, part of it is. There’s an unwritten rule in the world of porn that you don’t work with the same person more than a handful of times yet and he and Yunho have had four films together, all of them reasonably successful by certain standards. He’s become a little attached to his co-star but in his defense, it’s not like Changmin can help it. There’s something about Yunho that begs for a fucking even off camera.
Yunho lifts himself up off the table by his arms so that Changmin can remove his pants and his underwear. They fall, bunching around his knees, and Changmin can only imagine the roughness of the workbench against Yunho’s ass. He remembers another scene they did, for another film, where Changmin took a paddle to Yunho’s ass. His skin was so sensitive, turning a bright red after each swing of Changmin’s arm. It had been hot too, when Changmin had reached out to touch the raised skin, and Yunho had shivered when Changmin touched him.
Instead of shivering though, Yunho trembles now with anticipation, still valiantly trying to stay in character. They’re supposed to be established lovers in this one, not master and slave like in their previous work. Yunho is allowed to look eager and wanting. He’s allowed to look at Changmin with that much anticipation in his eyes. Changmin is allowed to have the same expression on his face. He’s allowed to act on it.
If there’s one thing Changin loves about set for doing porn, it’s that there is lube practically everywhere. Every imaginable container has had it’s original contents removed and replaced with lubricant. In this case, Changmin reaches for a bottle of motor oil, pops the cap, and out comes a licorice scented lube concoction. There are condoms everywhere too, but he and Yunho prefer to work together without them so they get tested before every film and refrain from sleeping with anyone else while filming. It’s like monogamy, sort of, though who’d of thought that monogamy would be so great?
Yunho finds the button on his jeans and is shoving down the denim in record time. He scoots to the very edge of the table in a practiced move but his reaction when Changmin touches him is anything but. Changmin give Yunho the courtesy of two fingers before following with his cock; Yunho doesn’t need the prep and Changmin is too impatient to insist on it. Later, when they actually shoot the scene he’ll draw it out, make Yunho beg for it until he’s incoherent. For now, quick and fast and just a little dirty will do. He isn’t the only who’s in a rush; Yunho barely gives himself enough time to get used to Changmin’s cock before he’s impaling himself on it. Changmin gives as good as he’s getting and their movements rattle and topple the few tools on the workbench. A wrench clatters to the floor from where it hangs on the wall but neither of them notice. Damn the script, damn the set. Damn the audience they’re probably acquiring with all the noise. It’s not about any of that anymore. It’s about release, plain and simple, and in essence that’s exactly what porn is all about. Changmin tries valiantly not to come first and he succeeds, though only by mere seconds.
“How’s that for this scene?” Changmin pants against Yunho’s neck. He can feel Yunho’s jugular beat hard and fast against his cheek.
“Perfect,” Yunho answers seconds later when he’s finally caught his breath. “It’s going to need a little more foreplay though.”
Changmin chuckles, unable to help himself. “Yeah. We can work on that.”
A/N: Like vaguelynormal put it, ‘we’re almost halfway done’. xD Enjoy while you can bbs, because we’re planning to go into hibernation after this month! (LOL at least I am to focus on school and stuff)
♥
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Yunho and Changmin are co-stars in a porn film. They go over their scenes together and this is how it goes.
A/N: From the Prompt Table, the prompt being ‘porn star.’
“So, I was thinking that maybe instead of fucking me against the wall, we could do it against the countertop.”
Changmin mulls the idea over, going through the sequence in his head before answering. “The countertop is too high. It’ll be hard to fuck you with the edge cutting into my thigh.”
“Really? Let’s see.” Yunho puts down his copy of the script to hop onto the counter. “Come here.” He gestures for Changmin forward.
Changmin comes to stand between his legs. “See, look. I’d have to tiptoe in order to get a decent angle.”
“How about if I scoot closer?” Yunho shifts until half his ass hangs off the table and his crotch presses into Changmin’s groin. “Feels right to me.”
“That’s because I’m not actually fucking you.” Changmin rolls his hips a little in a semblance of a thrust. “I might seriously hurt my dick like this.”
Yunho frowns and Changmin doesn’t miss the way his breath quickens a little. “How about the table? That’s a little lower.”
“There’s a dinner scene on that table,” Changmin says, raising an eyebrow. “Where we eat actual food.”
“We can always wipe it down. We’ll even use those kitchen disinfectant wipes if you want.”
“What’s wrong with doing it against the wall?”
Color starts to creep into Yunho’s cheeks at the question. “Well, I don’t know. It just…seems a little impersonal I guess? I mean, we’re supposed to be actual lovers here. It’s a little more domestic as opposed to the usual ‘hooker meets john’ type of roles we always play.”
“Huh.” Changmin can’t think of anything else to say. They’re starring in a porno after all and it’s obvious Yunho has put way too much thought into this whole thing. “I see. Then how about we try the shower scene? We can scrub each other’s backs and stuff before the fucking. That’s really domestic.”
Yunho shakes his head. “Didn’t you see the bulletin? We’re filming the shower scene tomorrow because there’s something wrong with the pipes. It’s not like we can do a shower scene without water.”
“No, I was running late this morning and rushed over before I could check.” Changmin says, his turn to frown. “Where else is free? Since we can’t seem to agree on how to do things in the kitchen I think we should move on to something else in the meantime and let Jaejoong decide later.”
“I think the garage is finished. They got some vintage car for us to work with. Jaejoong’s been cooing about it for days since he brought it on set.”
“Nice.” Changmin whistles low when he sees the classic bright red vintage mustang. “What’d he pawn to get his hands on this?”
Yunho shrugs. “Some friend of his is a fan of ours. When he heard we needed a car, he offered this.”
Changmin opens the car door and sticks his head in to inhale the leather. “How the hell am I supposed to fuck you on this? The upholstery must cost a fortune.”
“It does,” Yunho says. “We don’t actually need to fuck on it or in it. It just needs to be in the scene. You know, for aesthetics.”
Changmin nods. “Okay. Where do you want to start?”
“How about,” Yunho flips through his script looking for something. “Here it is. You’re supposed to be at the work bench…working on something. Then I come up behind you and say something about how you nail me instead.”
Changmin tries not to snort. “God, that’s so unoriginal.”
“This is a porno, Changmin. It isn’t like people watch us for the dialogue.”
“Point for you.” Changmin says before walking to the work bench and picking up a hammer. “So what exactly am I supposed to be hammering at?”
“Me of course, but that’s after I seduce you away from your work. Just pretend to look busy for now and we’ll work through the scene.” Changmin nods and starts fiddling with random tools in front of him. He tries to get his head into the scene, recalling the script. They’re a couple living together for the first time and were on a mission to christen every available surface with sex. It’s a role that requires a little more finesse, focusing a little more on character than just the sex. He feels Yunho come up behind him, his loving partner, not his co-star. Changmin has to concentrate and put effort to get into the right mindset.
“What are you working on?”
“A new shelf.”
“A shelf, huh.” Changmin can hear the amusement in the words. It’s mundane compared to the other things he could have said, but this one works just fine. “You’re pretty good with that hammer.”
“Should I… nail you instead?” Changmin suggests, going off script. That’s not his line but he knows Yunho can work with the change.
Yunho arches a brow at him, his expression a perfect combination of coy and slightly offended. “When you say it like that, it makes me seem easy.”
“And you are,” Changmin quips before Yunho can go on. “But only for me, right?” Yunho steps back to let him turn around but not quite enough so that Changmin can feel all of Yunho’s body as he moves.
Yunho bites the corner of his lips and tilts his head up the few centimeters it takes to meet Changmin’s gaze and nods. “Yeah. Only for you,” he whispers, the look in his eyes so earnest and sincere Changmin could almost believe he meant it for real.
It’s enough for Changmin to consider going off script again, kissing Yunho a couple of lines earlier than he should. This is the perfect moment, he reasons to himself as he cups Yunho’s jaw and angles his head. Yunho’s eyes close in anticipation for the kiss, the expression in them just a little surprised but he never breaks away from character, not quite. He doesn’t move away, just lets Changmin handle him in the way that’s earned them so many fans. They’ve been lauded to come off so real on screen, the two of them. They have a lot of chemistry together and it shows in their work. Sure they go off-script a lot - mostly because Changmin could barely imagine him saying all those cheesy lines, much less actually saying them - but it’s part of the reason they’ve done well so far.
Changmin kisses Yunho with a fervor he’s lacked in other films they’ve done. This kiss is sweeter but just as hot, urgent but not hurried. He kisses Yunho like he has all the time in the world and he does, in a sense, at least in this make-believe world. His arms move down Yunho’s sides to his hips before molding his fingers to Yunho’s ass and pulling Yunho against him. Yunho wraps his arms around Changmin’s neck, moaning, and shifting his footing to rub his erection against Changmin’s thigh. Feeling Yunho’s cock go from firm to hard with just that much friction makes Changmin’s blood sing, rushing south to make his own cock strain in his underwear. Yunho sucks at his tongue, whimpering, and the sound is enough to have Changmin switching their positions and pressing Yunho against the workbench instead.
“Look, just the right height,” he says in between kisses, reaching for the button on Yunho’s jeans.
“Mmph.” Yunho makes a sound of protest, probably to say that that isn’t a part of the script but of course it isn’t. Changmin prefers them unscripted anyway, because being with Yunho always feels so real. It doesn’t matter what the setting is, whether it’s anonymous sex at some club or fetish play, or something domestic like this. The real reason they do so well is because for Changmin, part of it is. There’s an unwritten rule in the world of porn that you don’t work with the same person more than a handful of times yet and he and Yunho have had four films together, all of them reasonably successful by certain standards. He’s become a little attached to his co-star but in his defense, it’s not like Changmin can help it. There’s something about Yunho that begs for a fucking even off camera.
Yunho lifts himself up off the table by his arms so that Changmin can remove his pants and his underwear. They fall, bunching around his knees, and Changmin can only imagine the roughness of the workbench against Yunho’s ass. He remembers another scene they did, for another film, where Changmin took a paddle to Yunho’s ass. His skin was so sensitive, turning a bright red after each swing of Changmin’s arm. It had been hot too, when Changmin had reached out to touch the raised skin, and Yunho had shivered when Changmin touched him.
Instead of shivering though, Yunho trembles now with anticipation, still valiantly trying to stay in character. They’re supposed to be established lovers in this one, not master and slave like in their previous work. Yunho is allowed to look eager and wanting. He’s allowed to look at Changmin with that much anticipation in his eyes. Changmin is allowed to have the same expression on his face. He’s allowed to act on it.
If there’s one thing Changin loves about set for doing porn, it’s that there is lube practically everywhere. Every imaginable container has had it’s original contents removed and replaced with lubricant. In this case, Changmin reaches for a bottle of motor oil, pops the cap, and out comes a licorice scented lube concoction. There are condoms everywhere too, but he and Yunho prefer to work together without them so they get tested before every film and refrain from sleeping with anyone else while filming. It’s like monogamy, sort of, though who’d of thought that monogamy would be so great?
Yunho finds the button on his jeans and is shoving down the denim in record time. He scoots to the very edge of the table in a practiced move but his reaction when Changmin touches him is anything but. Changmin give Yunho the courtesy of two fingers before following with his cock; Yunho doesn’t need the prep and Changmin is too impatient to insist on it. Later, when they actually shoot the scene he’ll draw it out, make Yunho beg for it until he’s incoherent. For now, quick and fast and just a little dirty will do. He isn’t the only who’s in a rush; Yunho barely gives himself enough time to get used to Changmin’s cock before he’s impaling himself on it. Changmin gives as good as he’s getting and their movements rattle and topple the few tools on the workbench. A wrench clatters to the floor from where it hangs on the wall but neither of them notice. Damn the script, damn the set. Damn the audience they’re probably acquiring with all the noise. It’s not about any of that anymore. It’s about release, plain and simple, and in essence that’s exactly what porn is all about. Changmin tries valiantly not to come first and he succeeds, though only by mere seconds.
“How’s that for this scene?” Changmin pants against Yunho’s neck. He can feel Yunho’s jugular beat hard and fast against his cheek.
“Perfect,” Yunho answers seconds later when he’s finally caught his breath. “It’s going to need a little more foreplay though.”
Changmin chuckles, unable to help himself. “Yeah. We can work on that.”
A/N: Like vaguelynormal put it, ‘we’re almost halfway done’. xD Enjoy while you can bbs, because we’re planning to go into hibernation after this month! (LOL at least I am to focus on school and stuff)
♥