"CUT!" [Oneshot]
Title: "CUT!"
Authors: geminib
The one that thought she is the Beta (I promise I'll give you Ohmiya smut someday!) : tsuchi8562
The Real Beta and the best gardener ever (thank you for planting the seed in my head and helping growing it) : yuuki_saya
Banner: tsuchi8562
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: Romance, Crack
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are Johnny's (Although Masaki belongs to Masasha-Googuru)...
Summary: No summary for that one! Happy Funking B-day, Masasha-chan!
"Don't tell me you are going to consider this ridiculous proposal!" She screamed at his face and he sank deeper in the coach, wishing to be invisible. "If you do it, we are finished!"
She was screaming like this for the past ten minutes, while he was trying to explain the situation to her.
Yes, he needed the money, it was a huge contract, bigger than he will ever get. This contract will
make him famous, rich... He had nothing to lose. He had no money, no education. All he got was his
looks… His old parents were farmers in a small village and he will be able to help them and to buy
an apartment to himself. Maybe to get married and have kids… someday. He loved her, he wanted her
to understand. But it wasn't the current situation now.
When she slammed the door and left him alone, he walked to the refrigerator for some milk and sat
in the kitchen, while drinking, trying to figure what has he actually done to bring this on
himself.
***
It all started a week ago…
"Aiba-san, I would like you to meet your co-stars for the movie." The director opened the door and
let the people in. This was a huge production for the new movie. The actor was nervous to meet his
colleagues, because they were many this time and some new women he never met… also, he never acted
with another man in the same movie, he was too scared meeting the guy. The rumor said that the
actor was a rude and an arrogant playboy and his bad reputation was spreading like wildfire in the
industry.
It was impossible to blame Masaki for being scared… He even thought of asking for some help to
preform later, which never happened to him before…
They exchanged a few mutual greetings and as usual, the director sent them to the nearest pub to
get to know each other a little… to "break the ice", was his exact expression.
Masaki loved "breaking the ice", this was his specialty and his vitality, courtesy and kindness made every woman falling for him. That's the thing that made him so popular with the actresses. The
waiting list to co-star with him was long and the money was good… He had no complaints… Till now.
"So, you are 'Mr. Lovable?" Said his co-star and Masaki replied with a question, "And who are you?
'Mr. Arrogance'?"
The girls were nice, but they were foreigners anyway and Masaki didn't think they'd catch the
sarcasm.
The man in front of him smiled, "I am Sakurai Sho, by the way… and you would be, Aiba Masaki?"
Masaki just nodded, noticing to himself that "Mr. Arrogance" has also a nice name… in addition to
the fact, that the girls totally fell for him… and not only the girls… Even the bartender was
flirting with him.
His new co-star was very annoying, smiling, showing his white teeth, talking loudly, drinking too
much and being a pain in the ass. He disappeared sometime during the evening and Masaki was sure he
went home. But when he opened a door, which seemed to lead to a vacant toilet cabin, he saw
Sakurai's face. He was smiling, his eyes half closed when the bartender, bending on his knees in front of him, sucked his dick, which Masaki could clearly see, wet, sliding in and out through the other guy's lips. Shocked, Aiba made a step back, staring at the scenery, clumsily making a noise and when he raised his eyes back, he saw that arrogant man's eyes. He was looking straight at him,
smiling.
"Creep… There is a place for that!" crossed the tall man's mind, when he shut the door behind him
and used cold water to wash his face, trying to forget the thing he just saw.
He hated the idea of being in the same movie with that guy, therefore he decided to keep away from
his colleagues, especially when they have a bad reputation.
***
The next morning, when they gathered on the set for the first day of shooting, Sakurai was already
wearing a robe, ready for his scene.
"Good morning, Aiba-chan!" Masaki couldn't remember the point when they became so close, but
ignored this sudden familiarity…
His scene was about to start and a smiling blond girl, wearing nothing but a gee-string was spread
on the pink satin sheets. And when he approached and let the rob falling down, his member fully
erected, noticing Sakurai's piercing glance from the doorstep with a curving mouth…before the
assistant shut the door leaving his annoying smile behind. Was this the creepiest smile he ever
saw? Aiba was sure, the man was measuring him (well, his proportions!) and felt a little
uncomfortable.
But, he must ignore any thing that made him nervous… after all, this is his job… he is Aiba Masaki,
a top porn-star…
***
"Take your ass off my chair!" Sakurai grabbed him by the robe and lifted up forcefully.
"Hey!" Masaki hit him in the chest with both hands, shoving him away. He stood in front of "Mr.
Arrogance", all pissed off, ready to hit him, when the other one just pushed him back with the tips
of his fingers.
"You!" He pointed a finger in Masaki's face and the latter couldn't ignore the length and the shape
of it… which proved his theory… which he forced himself to forget immediately.
"What?!" He was annoyed.
"You, were sitting in my chair… move!" Somehow the man was irritated.
Masaki looked back and for his complete embarrassment saw the name "Sakurai Sho" on the backrest.
The first impulse was to apologize… but then why should he? That Rude Bastard almost hit him, while
pulling him off the chair.
"What are you? Some kind of Diva?" Now Aiba was really pissed off. "You just finished an
intercourse scene… God! You should be calmed down a little or something… and you also had some
action last night…" He looked down at the shorter guy's rope.
"This is not your business!" Sakurai's face flashed with anger, when he shouted in the taller man's
face, moving closer.
"Then you should close the toilet doors, when someone is giving you a head!" Masaki also raised his
voice, leaning a bit closer to the man in front of him.
"You seemed fascinated with what you saw, your eyes were all over my dick!"
"What?!" Masaki was shocked and now it was his turn to blush with anger and embarrassment. "It's
not that I am interested in looking at it, you know!"
"It didn't look like that to me!" And with these words, Sho pulled Masaki's robe belt and uncovered
his body on the set.
"Ooops! I didn't mean looking either! Now we are even!" He said surprisingly calmed and turned to
walk away, but Aiba, grabbed his hand and turned him back.
"Why did you do that?" His belt fell of and he tried to cover himself with one hand.
"Sorry, anyway there was nothing to see …"
And then Masaki hit him. He just did. In his jaw. And it felt awesome for just a second, because
Sho hit him back right after that. Which hurt.
Their robes slipped down, they were struggling on the floor, totally naked, their bodies still
oiled from the individual scenes they were shooting before, trying to defeat each other in the most
ridiculous fight ever.
The fuss was terrible, the falling equipment, broken lamps and the ruined set. The staff was
terrified and nobody noticed a short man in a white suit taking pictures with his small cellphone
and leaving in a hurry.
***
The filming was stopped for that day, both male actors were a little bruised, mostly because they
managed to bump into things as they slid on the floor, dropping the lighting equipment and getting
caught between its wires. The director, was terrified when he thought his top stars would be
electrocuted, he decided that his health and his nervous system were more important than these two
peacocks, therefore he decided to stop the shooting for that day and dismissed the staff.
***
Masaki and Sho were fully dressed now, sitting in the waiting room. A big black guard stood
between their chairs, in order to prevent further incidents.
"Like I would touch that peeper again…" mumbled Sho, while leaning back on his chair and reading
a newspaper.
"What did you say just now?" Masaki turned with all his body, but could see only a half of "Mr.
Arrogance". The guard was huge. He knew that starting the fight again would be impossible.
Sho ignored him totally and continued moving his lips, like talking to himself.
"That bastard! A Diva!", Masaki's voice was a little louder than it should be, maybe he wanted that
rude idiot to hear that, but when he leaned back on his chair to the point he was almost falling
back, he saw red earphones in the shorter guy's ears.
"Son of a bitch…." Crossed his mind, "How can he be so calm now?"
"Sakurai-san, Aiba-san, please enter!" The secretary's voice caused both man jumping on their feet.
The director was in the room. His black eyes feverishly sparked and he was furious. When he opened
his mouth, the agency manager put a hand on his arm, calming him a little.
"I will handle this, Ninomiya san" He put his elbows on the table in front of him, leaning forward.
"What were you two thinking while starting this ridiculous fight?"
"Matsumoto-san!", Both man spoke at the same time, "It was his fault!"
"You two morrons! You ruined my set!" Ninomiya's voice made them shut up and lower their heads.
"You broke an expensive equipment…" Matsumoto paused, letting them to understand the severity of
the situation and continued.
"The expenses, of course will be deducted from your salary. Which means, that now you owe us."
"But…" Masaki started, "I will work hard, we will finish the movie!"
"The sponsor fired you both…" Ninomiya rolled his eyes and rushed out, cursing the stupidity of
those "two fucked up deprived homos".
Masaki sat down on the chair. He felt that his strength left him. Sho was standing beside, his eyes
focused on the manager.
"I…" said Sho, "I don't understand.it…"
"You are an idiot! You both are. But…" The manager made a pause. Too long for Masaki's opinion,
because he raised his asking eyes to the director, who continued: "You have more luck than brains.
There was someone on the set. He spotted your…. ridiculous activity and also made some pictures…"
"Ha?! Who?" Both men cried in shock.
"Ohno Satoshi. You probably know that he is the best producer in our field. He wants you in his
project."
"But…" Masaki started. "His genre is not my specialty…"
"Your specialty is fucking! And now when you are in a deep shit and I have debts because of you
both, you will fuck whatever I'm telling you to fuck!" Matsumoto said slowly, emphasizing each
word. His eyes turning from Masaki to Sho.
Both watched him in disbelief, when the manager continued.
"You both in the same project, I said." He threw two scripts on the table. "Read it and decide…
mmm… the technical details… You have two weeks, starting now. You are dismissed!"
***
That's why now, he was sitting on the chair in his kitchen, trying to figure what happened for the
past week and how for the sake of god, did he manage to get into this trouble. The script was lying
on the table in front of him.
"Fuck!" He threw it on the floor… when his cellphone rang. He didn't recognize the number, so he
ignored it. He can't answer salesmen now.
The doorbell rang, waking him up and he dragged himself and opened it without thinking, just to
shut the damn thing up. He choked with his own breath, while seeing the man in front of him.
"Go away, you creep!" The tall man pushed the other one forcefully and tried to close the door.
Sakurai shoved his foot between the door and the wall and managed to sneak in.
"Get out of my house! Who do you think you are?"
He was furious, already at his limit, but then the shorter man shut the door and put a hand on
Aiba's shoulder.
"I want to talk to you, please listen…".
Something in his voice made Masaki to turn his head and look at the face of that "Mr. Arrogance".
He wasn't that arrogant at the moment and seemed even pitiful to his host. It surprised Masaki and
he moved back a little, letting him pass to the living room and locking the front door.
"I know that this is shocking and the decision is hard", said Sakurai after a long silence. "But,
this is only a job. Something you'll have to do in order to save your ass…" He paused. "I mean to
make lots of money and maybe become really famous."
"It's easy for you to say…" mumbled Masaki…
"What do you mean?" Sakurai lifted his eyebrow.
"I saw you with another guy… you enjoyed it… and all the rumors about you…"
"What rumors?"
"That you slept with half of Tokyo…" Masaki whispered. He wasn't so sure now…
"It's almost four million…" Sho whistled… "I couldn't do it in such a short time…"
They laughed, and then Sakurai closed the gap between them and held Masaki's shoulders, making them
facing each other.
"What are you…" the taller man's words were sucked in Sho's mouth, when he suddenly joined their
lips together.
Somehow, it wasn't that disgusting as he thought and Masaki opened his lips a little, just to see
what will happen. He felt a silky tongue against his, a sweet breath… Thumbs touching his jaw,
fingers sliding behind his neck, gently stroking the sensitive nape. His head blanked and somehow
he wanted more… The thought alone scared him so much, that he pushed the other man and backed off.
"Out… " Masaki said slowly without even looking at him and wiped his mouth.
"But I thought you liked it… I wanted to show you that it's not such a bad feeling…"
"Out!" Masaki screamed.
"Damn! How can someone reject my caresses!" Sho hit the wall outside the apartment on his way to
the car.
Later at night Aiba got two messages.
From the manager: "It's Matsumoto. I want the answer on Monday. Don't disappoint me or you'll be
out of this industry. It's important!"
From unrecognized number: "It's Sho… Let's try again. Please… I know it's possible… Here is my
address…"
***
He was standing outside Sakurai's house. Five days have passed since they've met in his apartment.
He did lots of thinking, but one thing was sure, he couldn't get rid of the feeling that something
was really wrong.
The knock… Sakurai opened the door wearing his robe and let Masaki in. Smelling from oranges and
kiwi, he kissed his guest, letting all the sweetness in between their parted lips, making them both
drunken more and more with each tongue movement. The touch, it was somehow familiar now, even if it
happened only once five days ago, for a moment. It was addictive, it was right…
"I can't! Something is wrong!" Sho stopped suddenly pushing Masaki and closing his robe.
"What?" Was the only word Masaki could utter, when the room finally stopped floating around.
"Something is wrong! It supposed to be different…" Sho looked at the man in front of him with
disbelief, his eyes wide open. This was all wrong!
Masaki's beautiful face, high cheekbones, full kissable mouth. His brown eyes, which sucked him
deep in… he never felt this way, it wasn't a practice anymore for him. It was wrong!
"I don't get it… you said it's easy, that this is just a practice." Masaki's voice reached him from
afar.
"I want to do it… the money…"
Sakurai kissed him again…"Yes, the money…" He whispered, while melting in the kiss.
"Our reputation…" Masaki exhaled in his mouth, moving away the robe from his partner's shoulders.
"Reputation…" The shorter man's voice echoed between the moans, when he unbuttoned the latter's
pants, sliding the hand inside, stroking the hardening flesh.
"Top porn stars…" The taller twisted while trying to help Sho undressing him.
"Yess…" The latter's mouth was on Masaki's neck, sucking his way down to the collarbones, he felt
cold hands brushing on his nipples and shivered with lust…
"The fame…" Came a whisper, sending shivers down Sakurai's spine.
"Oh, yes…"
"Teach me…" Sho heard another whisper behind his ear and pushed the man on the soft carpet,
pinning his hands down, crushing on this soft mouth with all his might, wanting, lustful like he
never felt in his life, even if the rumor said he was with almost four million people…
***
Masaki's member was hard and he felt the silky skin in his mouth, his moans drove Sakurai crazy
when he twirled his tongue on the tip and sucked the full length. The man beneath him was perfect,
skinny and tall and when he felt the pulsation of his veins inside his mouth, he raised up and sat
on his knees, pulling Masaki closer and spreading his legs. The lube was already in his hand and
soon one finger went in, the second joined, stretching and preparing his partner. He was gentle,
when he slid inside the hot and tight entrance, stopping for a little, letting them both adjust and
then moved… slowly… smoothly.
Aiba moaned loudly when Sakurai hit the spot and it was amazing for him. He never felt that with
his ex-girlfriend, never felt this kind of an ecstasy… and then it hit him… he never felt such kind
of closeness with anyone in his entire life. For all these years he was lying to himself, and he
exploded in Sho's stroking hand, crying his name out loud, pulling him forcefully in a passionate
kiss.
Sho came during that kiss, when Masaki bit his lower lip, tasting the blood. He never knew whose
blood it was, just that it was the most powerful thing that ever happened to him.
***
"Cut! Cut! God damn, you both, Cut!!!" The scream woke them from the orgasm spasms.
"God damn it! You cried out 'Sho!' again!" The director was almost crying. "It's 'Hikaru!',
'Hikaru!" You damned fucked up homos!!!" Ninomiya shouted mad, while waving with the script in
front of their smiling faces.
THE END!