New Talent (Adam/Tommy, porn star au)
Title: New Talent
Fandom: Adam/Glam Nation
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: From glam_kink, an inexperienced Tommy goes to become a porn star. The director just sends him to Adam and says “Here, don’t break ‘em.” And it goes from there.
Word Count: 4,270
Disclaimer: Not real, fake as Ryan Seacrest. I make no money off this fiction of fans. Do not Tweet this silliness to anyone whose likeness I am using, thank you.
Tommy figured that if none of this worked out and it was a disaster, he could blame Maizy. In the middle of their traditional two for one shots night at Dirty Dave’s, he started rambling again. “I mean, I got no money. None. You’re having to buy me these cheap shots at this shitty bar.” Zac the bartender frowned, and Tommy wondered if he should shut up. He picked up the occasional gig here. “I couldn’t pay the electric bill and my sister had to do it for me. I can’t pay my part of the rent and the guys are threatening to toss me out. I don’t have…anything. I can’t get another job.” He slumped a little, and Maizy patted his shoulder.
“You never should have told that customer to fuck off at the call center. You knew damn well they record that shit.” She looked at him. “So…what are you willing to do?” He looked at her, wide-eyed, and she laughed. “Honey, it’s LA. Every bad idea in the world is just waiting for you to come along and pick it. So…what? Escorting, porn, or phone sex? And don’t do webcam-it pays shit unless you own the site.”
Tommy took another Aftershock shooter, knocking it down. Fuck, it had come to this? “I don’t want to wind up on the street. I don’t think an escort service would take my skinny ass. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing-I’ve never…” Maizy raised an eyebrow. “Fuck off, it was one blowjob.” She laughed and Zac just ducked his head and pretended he wasn’t grinning, the little shit. “And no more call centers, of any kind.”
“So that’s porn,” she said, swirling her Jager in the tiny shot glass before gulping it. “It’s okay, they’re used to new guys there. They’ll get someone to break you in. It won’t be that bad.” Tommy frowned at that, and she just shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll call around-I have a few friends-and I’ll get you the name of a good place. It’ll be fine, you might even like it.” She slapped down money for two more shooters, and as Tommy was about to knock his back, she said “Just don’t get a tramp stamp when you become a big porno star. That looks horrible on guys.”
Tommy spewed Aftershock all over the bar as Maizy and Zac laughed at him.
Three days later, Tommy stood in front of Aquarian Studios, working up the nerve to get in. Maizy had stayed with him last night and shaved his pubic hair to a strip. She was careful and kissed over his dick when he whined about it being weird, and she didn’t nick him. He was glad he was drunk when they did it, but now it kind of itched. You’re rambling, focus. Tommy took a deep breath and walked in the front door.
The tall, skinny man behind the desk looked at him. “Hi!” he said. “What can I do for you, cutie?” He winked at Tommy and that surprised a smile out of him. This guy, at least, was really friendly. “I’m Sutan, or Raja sometimes. Now, state your name and your business, darling. These fucking phones won’t wait forever.”
“Um,” Tommy said. “I’m Tommy Ratliff. I kinda need a job.” He looked around the front part and it looked nice, not sleazy at all. He felt scrawny and weird, even though he had done his hair and put on a little eyeliner to look good. Sutan was looking him up and down.
“You want to audition, you mean? Talent?” Tommy didn’t know what the fuck ‘talent’ meant at first, but then the meaning of the code word hit him and he nodded. “Okay, sure. You ever done this before? No, I guess not, you look a little nervous. Okay honey, get yourself a cup of coffee”-Sutan waved in the direction of a coffee maker-“and I’ll get my favorite director to come check you out. Here’s your age statement stuff-you better have your ID. The FBI is very serious about proper age screening.” Tommy swallowed and got some coffee, his hands shaking just a bit.
Tommy gave his ID (and his birth certificate, what the fuck-he had brought a copy of it with him after Maizy told him it would be a good idea, but he didn’t know they’d check it), and Sutan got him checked out. An hour later, the director came out and the guy was exactly what he wasn’t expecting. Tommy had convinced himself that the director would be a fifty year old guy who would ask Tommy to practice his deepthroating skills first, and then maybe sign a contract.
Instead, a slight, pretty boy with cute clothes and big brown eyes walked up to him and stuck his hand out. “Hi! I’m Cheeks. I’m the main director here. Sutan said your name was Tommy. Is that your real or your performing name?” Tommy stammered because oh shit, there was something else he hadn’t thought of, and Cheeks the director just shook his head. “Never mind, we’ll worry about that later. Anyway…so what do you do?”
Tommy made himself look Cheeks in the eyes-he seemed like a nice guy, so maybe it wouldn’t be too humiliating. “I don’t know. I’m totally new, and I’ve never had gay sex, much less performed. I’m sorry if I’m wasting your time.” Tommy sighed. “I mean, this place is really nice, you probably don’t need newbies. I just…I really need a job.”
Cheeks stared back at him for a long minute, then he smiled big and bright. “Oh honey, don’t worry. I know what to do. If you want to do this, we can take care of you. Okay?” Tommy’s mind whirred with just how incredibly nice these people were as he nodded. “All right, come with me. You’re gonna meet the best guy I have. Actually, he’s just the best. And god, he’s going to look so good with you!” Cheeks was practically skipping as he took Tommy’s hand and led him back to a set, with bright lights and a huge bed flanked by cameras.
Tommy’s mouth dropped open when he saw the person in the middle of that bed. There was a tall, dark haired man in a robe, his toenails freshly painted black, having a cup of coffee and joking with the staff and makeup people. “No, see I like Wet, that’s a good one, but sometimes you have to use something even slicker, especially if it’s a long scene….” Tommy had just enough time to register that the guy had a nice smile before Cheeks had walked him in front of the bed.
“Adam my dear,” Cheeks said, camping it up. “Here is your new twink. Don’t break him, he needs the rent money and he seems nice. I’m gonna set up.” And then Cheeks was gone and Tommy found himself pinned in place by the eyes on him.
“Hi,” the guy said. “I’m Adam. Cheeks forget to give me your name. What is it?” Tommy suddenly blinked as a big, soft hand came over to stroke his cheek. “Are you nervous honey? You shouldn’t be, you’re pretty.”
“I um,” Tommy blushed a little. “My name’s Tommy, I haven’t picked a working name yet. And…” he took a deep breath. “I’m straight, or mostly straight.” That got a raised eyebrow from Adam and someone from the crew tried to muffle a snort. “I just mean, I don’t know what to do, that’s all. I’m fine doing this, and being here.” When he said it, he realized how true it was. He looked at Adam, and he saw the slow, sweet smile on his face turn into a cockier expression.
“I’m glad honey, because you came to the right place. I’m gonna show you what you can do, okay? Um, before I get started, since you’re new I have to ask: Are you clean? And I mean both have you been tested and have you had a shower and cleaned up.”
“I got tested two weeks ago,” Tommy said. “My papers are with Sutan. And yeah, my friend made sure I was really clean before I left the house. She even got her friend who’s worked porn to leave me instructions.” Tommy hadn’t been pleased with the enema part of getting ready for a job he might not get, but what the fuck. Adam smiled then, and pulled his robe open.
Tommy had to fight to keep from running out of the room. “Holy shit, um, Adam, I’m sorry but no way. I need the money, but I can’t wind up in a goddamn wheelchair either. Um, wow.” Tommy said the last part because as much as he didn’t want that in him, it was fantastic-a huge, smooth cock, red at the tip, and Tommy could see a fine dusting of reddish gold pubic hair on his balls.
Just because he was new, didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate a nice looking dick, right?
Adam laughed, high and delighted, not mocking at all, and Tommy put his eyes back on his face. “Oh don’t worry honey. I’m going to prep you so well you could take two of me by the time I’m done.” Tommy frowned then and Adam shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. First time, it’s just you and me.”
“That’s right,” Cheeks said as he got behind the camera. Tommy must have looked freaked out because Cheeks just smiled. “Of course I have to film it-it’s your screen test. I have to see how you’ll look on camera. Sutan got your age straightened out in record time, so we can film you. It’s just a test, we won’t sell it.” Cheeks paused then. “Unless it’s really hot.”
Adam grinned. “We’ll sell it, twink first times make a ton of money. And I’ll make it good, don’t worry.” Adam looked him over. “You should get naked now. Don’t worry, Drake will take care of your clothes.” Tommy looked over and saw a cute guy smiling at him. “Drake does wardrobe and whatever else needs to be done, he performs too. Anyway, strip.” Adam smiled at him and Tommy could tell he was looking forward to this.
“Okay,” Tommy said, toeing his shoes off. He’d wished he had a nice pedicure like Adam’s, but at least his feet weren’t awful. He just pulled his clothes off, not trying to make it look good for the camera or anything, and gave Drake his clothes.
And then he stood there for a second while everyone looked his body over.
“Wow,” Adam said first. “You’re really cute. I like the tattoos-there’s a lot of them, but they’re really good ones. But you have the flattest ass I’ve ever seen.” Tommy laughed at that, and Adam flashed a smile back as he held out a hand. “Now come here.” He looked at Tommy, his face sweet and patient.
Tommy could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he climbed on the bed, but it was okay, he wasn’t panicking or anything. Everyone had been very nice, and it should be fine. Then Adam pulled him the rest of the way in, holding him tight. That made Tommy’s heart stutter a little.
“Hey, can I kiss you?” Tommy looked up at him, thinking it was a pretty dumb question under the circumstances, and Adam kept going. “Well, you’re straight, and some guys who are gay-for-pay will go ahead and get fucked, but they won’t-“Tommy broke that off with a kiss, right then. Because really, fuck that shit. Adam giggled into it and Tommy relaxed even more.
Adam was good to his word and started off slow. He kissed Tommy for a while, rolling until Tommy was on his back. Tommy arched as Adam kissed down his neck, then his chest ,and he kept going down-and skipped right over his cock. Tommy looked down to protest, to say something because goddamn that wasn’t fair. And then the first shock of Adam’s tongue against his hole made his toes curl. “Fuck!”
Adam didn’t say anything, he just kept licking over Tommy’s hole. Tommy had to brace his feet against the bed and grip the sheets to keep from flailing, it felt so good. By the time Adam had gotten the tip of his tongue inside Tommy’s ass, Tommy figured he could do that forever. He bit his lip, trying to keep the moans in.
“You can make noise, we don’t mind,” Cheeks said from behind the camera. Tommy opened his mouth and panted as he felt Adam’s tongue move inside him, opening him just a little. When Adam stopped for a minute Tommy actually whined, and then blushed when he remembered this was being recorded. Adam murmured something comforting as he flipped the cap on a bottle of lube and then went back to rimming him. Tommy could feel a slick fingertip inside him this time. He wriggled and grabbed the headboard, holding himself still. “Oh nice,” he heard Cheeks whisper. Tommy moaned again, not caring about Cheeks or his camera. Getting eaten out was awesome, no wonder girls liked it so much.
After a minute, Adam stopped and rubbed over Tommy’s hole with another wet finger. “Good?” he said, grinning up at Tommy. Tommy nodded, because he was more than good, and he shivered again as Adam brushed a thumb over the head of his hard cock. “You look amazing like this, by the way,” Adam said casually, as he slid the second finger in. “I’m going to do this for a while, I have to stretch you good.”
“That’s fine, that’s good-fuck!” Tommy jumped when Adam’s fingers brushed something inside him, and then he just spread his legs open further. “Or you can fuck me now,” he said, and then laughed. No way did he think he’d ever say those words.
“No, not yet, it would hurt you. You don’t want me to hurt you.” Adam shifted and moved a little, getting closer while still giving the camera a good view. “I want you to have such a good fucking time you’d do it even if you weren’t getting paid.” Tommy nodded, dazed at the thought. Maybe he would, maybe Adam could fuck him when they weren’t working-oh god, that was a third finger. It stretched, almost to the point of pain, but Tommy just gripped the headboard harder and looked at Adam. He could take it, he wanted Adam to know that.
“Do you need me to get a dildo?” A voice said from the side. Tommy could just barely see one of the guys on the sidelines-the room had filled up. Apparently this was where the action was today, because it seemed like everyone was watching. Adam looked at him and Tommy shook his head. He didn’t want to lose his anal cherry to anything but the real thing at this point. He’d already come this far.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” Adam said, and his voice was so gentle. Adam moved his fingers then, and reached for Tommy’s hands. “Let go, come on,” he said, and then bit a kiss right at the corner of Tommy’s mouth. “On your hands and knees, it’ll be easier.” Tommy moved over and found a comfortable position. He noticed Cheeks moving the camera, and one of the guys on the sidelines threw a condom on the bed. He waited until he felt the first nudge of Adam’s cock.
Tommy couldn’t help it, he gasped and braced on his elbows as Adam rubbed at his lower back. “Easy,” he said. “Breathe for me, it’ll be okay.” Tommy tried, but he could feel Adam pushing in slowly and it made him want to tense up. “Relax baby,” Adam said again, and this time Tommy breathed in deep and let it out. The next time Adam pushed forward, it slid in easier. And then again.
Tommy felt his world narrow to the feeling of Adam’s cock moving inside him, how it stretched him wide and made him pant. He hadn’t expected this-he figured he’d just get bent over a table and fucked, not seduced on a bed by a really nice guy who happened to have a huge dick. “More,” he gasped out. “Fuck, Adam, more.”
“Yeah, you like it?” Tommy could hear the cocky pride in Adam’s voice as he sped up. Tommy groaned as Adam pulled his hair, fucking into him harder and faster. Tommy could feel his cock pressed up against his stomach, but nobody was touching it. He tried to move his hand down and Adam pulled his hair again, a sharp sting that was so unlike the deep pleasure and ache Tommy felt inside him.
“No,” Adam said. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t touch yourself with me, only I get to.” And fuck, that made Tommy harder even as it frustrated him. “When you’re on set with me, you’re mine. You got it?” Tommy gasped, and Adam shoved his hips forward. “What do you say, Tommy?”
“Yes, yeah. I’m yours here. I’m yours.” As soon as Tommy said it, Adam pulled out and Tommy was suddenly looking at the ceiling as he wound up on his back. Adam pulled on of Tommy’s legs around his waist and shoved back in, fucking into him. Before Tommy could even catch his breath, he felt Adam’s hand on his cock.
That fucking did it: Adam didn’t get more than five strokes before Tommy was coming all over his stomach, his chest, and even his fucking chin. He could hear his yell echo against the walls, and he swore he heard a few people clap and cheer from the sidelines. He wasn’t paying attention though, because Adam was smiling at him like a cat with cream.
“Good boy,” Adam said as he pulled out, and ow, that was kind of not fun, and then pulled off the condom. He moved up on his knees, cock in his hand, and at first Tommy opened his mouth, figuring he was about to get his deepthroating lesson now. “No baby,” Adam said, stroking himself. “Stay right there, right there in front of me. You’re so hot,” he purred, jerking off right over Tommy’s stomach.
Tommy got it then, all the years of porn videos he’d seen kicked in and he started dirty talking like his life depended on it. “Yeah,” he said, still breathing hard. “Come on, come on me, I want you to, fucking come all over me, yeah.” It was just dirty talk, or it would be, but he looked up from Adam’s dick into his face and he saw Adam’s eyes widen right before he felt the first shot of come hit him, warm against the cooling mess he’d already left. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said, tipping his head back. “That’s it.” He watched as Adam marked him, and then rubbed a finger through it. He looked up at Adam and grinned. “Wow.”
Adam flopped on the bed next to him, laughing. “Oh my god,” he said, and he crushed his mouth against Tommy’s. Tommy felt soft and sleepy now, but Adam was just over the moon happy. “No fucking way you’re straight, are you really straight?” Adam didn’t wait for an answer, instead propping up on one elbow and addressing the room. “Okay bitches, he’s mine. None of the rest of you get to fuck him, he’s my boy for at least the next five videos.”
“Or maybe more,” Tommy muttered. He slid up on the bed as one of the half-naked guys in the room brought him a towel and a cup of coffee. Tommy let the guy clean him up as he sipped the coffee. “So…was that okay?” he said, and frowned when everyone cracked up, Cheeks the loudest.
“Baby, that was more than okay. The camera loves you, Adam thinks you’re amazing, and I can’t believe we got this from you just walking off the street. I love this footage. I’m going to edit it and make it amazing.” Brad looked over at Adam, one eyebrow raised. “You sure you don’t want to share him? Like, maybe for orgy videos-“
“No,” Adam said, then his face softened. “Maybe later, or a threesome, but I think me and Tommy work well together.” Adam stroked up Tommy’s thigh and Tommy tipped his head back, enjoying the touch. “Don’t we Tommy?”
“Yeah, I think we do,” Tommy said, and smiled into the kiss Adam gave him. When Adam pulled back Tommy kept smiling. “Okay, deal.” When Adam looked confused, Tommy said “I’m yours on set, like you said. And…I know I said I was straight-well, I said I was new. I don’t know what I said.” Adam’s face got gentle then, and he stroked down Tommy’s face.
“We can do this on-set only, or not. It’s up to you. Do you have a girlfriend?” Tommy shook his head, because Maizy was just his best girl, nothing serious there. “Okay. Don’t worry about it, I’m kind of possessive with my boys onscreen, but in real life-“ Adam gestured to the group of assistants and loitering porn stars-“most of these are my friends, or my exes. Cheeks-he was my first boyfriend. We got into this together.” Adam looked fondly in Cheeks’s direction as he looked at the footage. “So, don’t worry too much about labels, for you or for this.”
“Got it,” Tommy said. “So…do I sign a contract or what?” There was more laughter then, and he frowned. “What? I mean, I get paid, right?” Adam laughed and got him a robe, directing him to Sutan.
Tommy felt a little weird sitting there on a really nice sofa (one of the cushions under his ass, it was starting to sting) while Sutan got his paperwork ready. “Okay darling, here’s your money for today. We’ll give you a check, but give us your bank info if you have it, and we’ll start direct depositing it. Here’s the deal, for the first sixty days, you are a contracted employee, and you get paid by the scene. Okay?” Tommy nodded, wondering what else was coming. Were they going to get rid of him after sixty days?
“Good. Now, after sixty days, if you still want to be here, here’s your profit sharing information.” Tommy knew he must have looked confused, because what the fuck, and Sutan smiled. “Honey, we’re named Aquarian studios for a reason. This is a goddamn smut co-opt. Nearly everyone here is a part owner, if they want to be. We don’t force people to-some kids just want their money and to go home. But if you’re in, you’ll get a share of profits, health benefits, and training.” Sutan looked him up and down. “You’re a musician, right?” Tommy nodded, speechless. “Good, we can get you studio space if you don’t mind using some of your songs in porn. And-you get a say in the decisions the company makes. We all do.” Tommy’s mouth dropped open and Sutan winked.
“That’s one reason everyone was watching you-we wanted to see if you had what it takes to be more than day rate. You do.”
When Tommy could talk he said “Wait. So you decided that I was the right person to be a part owner because of how I fucked? It’s based on performance?” Sutan shook his head. “Then what was it?”
“It’s based on how well you fit with us. You came in saying you had no experience with guys, but you were open to it. You were nervous, but you didn’t treat us like the enemy, you’re not angry. Your personality is a good fit. And you did a great scene, Adam really likes you.” Tommy smirked and Sutan laughed at that. “Okay, it’s a co-opt, but Adam is still kind of the Queen Bitch around here, he can’t help it.” Sutan handed him the sheets. “If you’re in, just initial them. After sixty days, you sign them for real.”
“Oh my god, I am so in.” Tommy put his initials in the little spaces and grinned, stunned. “Oh shit, I’m gonna wake up with my face in the gutter. This is just a dream, right?” He jumped a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Adam smiled at him, his sweet face coming in for a kiss. “Nope, no more gutters for you, pretty boy. Now get dressed. Actually, Sutan, give him an advance for some new clothes. I think Tommy should go shopping.” Sutan left to get the petty cash safe open, and Adam looked at Tommy with a new, shy expression on his face. “So, now you get to decide if we’re business friends or more. Do you want to go shopping with me?” As Adam waited for an answer, Tommy thought about what Adam had said. These were his friends, his ex-lovers, probably his current lovers. And everyone owned it, he had made a home for those who needed it.
Tommy met Adam’s eyes. “Yeah, I’d love to get a new jacket,” he said.
Adam’s smile gave him all the answer he needed.
Fandom: Adam/Glam Nation
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: From glam_kink, an inexperienced Tommy goes to become a porn star. The director just sends him to Adam and says “Here, don’t break ‘em.” And it goes from there.
Word Count: 4,270
Disclaimer: Not real, fake as Ryan Seacrest. I make no money off this fiction of fans. Do not Tweet this silliness to anyone whose likeness I am using, thank you.
Tommy figured that if none of this worked out and it was a disaster, he could blame Maizy. In the middle of their traditional two for one shots night at Dirty Dave’s, he started rambling again. “I mean, I got no money. None. You’re having to buy me these cheap shots at this shitty bar.” Zac the bartender frowned, and Tommy wondered if he should shut up. He picked up the occasional gig here. “I couldn’t pay the electric bill and my sister had to do it for me. I can’t pay my part of the rent and the guys are threatening to toss me out. I don’t have…anything. I can’t get another job.” He slumped a little, and Maizy patted his shoulder.
“You never should have told that customer to fuck off at the call center. You knew damn well they record that shit.” She looked at him. “So…what are you willing to do?” He looked at her, wide-eyed, and she laughed. “Honey, it’s LA. Every bad idea in the world is just waiting for you to come along and pick it. So…what? Escorting, porn, or phone sex? And don’t do webcam-it pays shit unless you own the site.”
Tommy took another Aftershock shooter, knocking it down. Fuck, it had come to this? “I don’t want to wind up on the street. I don’t think an escort service would take my skinny ass. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing-I’ve never…” Maizy raised an eyebrow. “Fuck off, it was one blowjob.” She laughed and Zac just ducked his head and pretended he wasn’t grinning, the little shit. “And no more call centers, of any kind.”
“So that’s porn,” she said, swirling her Jager in the tiny shot glass before gulping it. “It’s okay, they’re used to new guys there. They’ll get someone to break you in. It won’t be that bad.” Tommy frowned at that, and she just shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll call around-I have a few friends-and I’ll get you the name of a good place. It’ll be fine, you might even like it.” She slapped down money for two more shooters, and as Tommy was about to knock his back, she said “Just don’t get a tramp stamp when you become a big porno star. That looks horrible on guys.”
Tommy spewed Aftershock all over the bar as Maizy and Zac laughed at him.
Three days later, Tommy stood in front of Aquarian Studios, working up the nerve to get in. Maizy had stayed with him last night and shaved his pubic hair to a strip. She was careful and kissed over his dick when he whined about it being weird, and she didn’t nick him. He was glad he was drunk when they did it, but now it kind of itched. You’re rambling, focus. Tommy took a deep breath and walked in the front door.
The tall, skinny man behind the desk looked at him. “Hi!” he said. “What can I do for you, cutie?” He winked at Tommy and that surprised a smile out of him. This guy, at least, was really friendly. “I’m Sutan, or Raja sometimes. Now, state your name and your business, darling. These fucking phones won’t wait forever.”
“Um,” Tommy said. “I’m Tommy Ratliff. I kinda need a job.” He looked around the front part and it looked nice, not sleazy at all. He felt scrawny and weird, even though he had done his hair and put on a little eyeliner to look good. Sutan was looking him up and down.
“You want to audition, you mean? Talent?” Tommy didn’t know what the fuck ‘talent’ meant at first, but then the meaning of the code word hit him and he nodded. “Okay, sure. You ever done this before? No, I guess not, you look a little nervous. Okay honey, get yourself a cup of coffee”-Sutan waved in the direction of a coffee maker-“and I’ll get my favorite director to come check you out. Here’s your age statement stuff-you better have your ID. The FBI is very serious about proper age screening.” Tommy swallowed and got some coffee, his hands shaking just a bit.
Tommy gave his ID (and his birth certificate, what the fuck-he had brought a copy of it with him after Maizy told him it would be a good idea, but he didn’t know they’d check it), and Sutan got him checked out. An hour later, the director came out and the guy was exactly what he wasn’t expecting. Tommy had convinced himself that the director would be a fifty year old guy who would ask Tommy to practice his deepthroating skills first, and then maybe sign a contract.
Instead, a slight, pretty boy with cute clothes and big brown eyes walked up to him and stuck his hand out. “Hi! I’m Cheeks. I’m the main director here. Sutan said your name was Tommy. Is that your real or your performing name?” Tommy stammered because oh shit, there was something else he hadn’t thought of, and Cheeks the director just shook his head. “Never mind, we’ll worry about that later. Anyway…so what do you do?”
Tommy made himself look Cheeks in the eyes-he seemed like a nice guy, so maybe it wouldn’t be too humiliating. “I don’t know. I’m totally new, and I’ve never had gay sex, much less performed. I’m sorry if I’m wasting your time.” Tommy sighed. “I mean, this place is really nice, you probably don’t need newbies. I just…I really need a job.”
Cheeks stared back at him for a long minute, then he smiled big and bright. “Oh honey, don’t worry. I know what to do. If you want to do this, we can take care of you. Okay?” Tommy’s mind whirred with just how incredibly nice these people were as he nodded. “All right, come with me. You’re gonna meet the best guy I have. Actually, he’s just the best. And god, he’s going to look so good with you!” Cheeks was practically skipping as he took Tommy’s hand and led him back to a set, with bright lights and a huge bed flanked by cameras.
Tommy’s mouth dropped open when he saw the person in the middle of that bed. There was a tall, dark haired man in a robe, his toenails freshly painted black, having a cup of coffee and joking with the staff and makeup people. “No, see I like Wet, that’s a good one, but sometimes you have to use something even slicker, especially if it’s a long scene….” Tommy had just enough time to register that the guy had a nice smile before Cheeks had walked him in front of the bed.
“Adam my dear,” Cheeks said, camping it up. “Here is your new twink. Don’t break him, he needs the rent money and he seems nice. I’m gonna set up.” And then Cheeks was gone and Tommy found himself pinned in place by the eyes on him.
“Hi,” the guy said. “I’m Adam. Cheeks forget to give me your name. What is it?” Tommy suddenly blinked as a big, soft hand came over to stroke his cheek. “Are you nervous honey? You shouldn’t be, you’re pretty.”
“I um,” Tommy blushed a little. “My name’s Tommy, I haven’t picked a working name yet. And…” he took a deep breath. “I’m straight, or mostly straight.” That got a raised eyebrow from Adam and someone from the crew tried to muffle a snort. “I just mean, I don’t know what to do, that’s all. I’m fine doing this, and being here.” When he said it, he realized how true it was. He looked at Adam, and he saw the slow, sweet smile on his face turn into a cockier expression.
“I’m glad honey, because you came to the right place. I’m gonna show you what you can do, okay? Um, before I get started, since you’re new I have to ask: Are you clean? And I mean both have you been tested and have you had a shower and cleaned up.”
“I got tested two weeks ago,” Tommy said. “My papers are with Sutan. And yeah, my friend made sure I was really clean before I left the house. She even got her friend who’s worked porn to leave me instructions.” Tommy hadn’t been pleased with the enema part of getting ready for a job he might not get, but what the fuck. Adam smiled then, and pulled his robe open.
Tommy had to fight to keep from running out of the room. “Holy shit, um, Adam, I’m sorry but no way. I need the money, but I can’t wind up in a goddamn wheelchair either. Um, wow.” Tommy said the last part because as much as he didn’t want that in him, it was fantastic-a huge, smooth cock, red at the tip, and Tommy could see a fine dusting of reddish gold pubic hair on his balls.
Just because he was new, didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate a nice looking dick, right?
Adam laughed, high and delighted, not mocking at all, and Tommy put his eyes back on his face. “Oh don’t worry honey. I’m going to prep you so well you could take two of me by the time I’m done.” Tommy frowned then and Adam shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. First time, it’s just you and me.”
“That’s right,” Cheeks said as he got behind the camera. Tommy must have looked freaked out because Cheeks just smiled. “Of course I have to film it-it’s your screen test. I have to see how you’ll look on camera. Sutan got your age straightened out in record time, so we can film you. It’s just a test, we won’t sell it.” Cheeks paused then. “Unless it’s really hot.”
Adam grinned. “We’ll sell it, twink first times make a ton of money. And I’ll make it good, don’t worry.” Adam looked him over. “You should get naked now. Don’t worry, Drake will take care of your clothes.” Tommy looked over and saw a cute guy smiling at him. “Drake does wardrobe and whatever else needs to be done, he performs too. Anyway, strip.” Adam smiled at him and Tommy could tell he was looking forward to this.
“Okay,” Tommy said, toeing his shoes off. He’d wished he had a nice pedicure like Adam’s, but at least his feet weren’t awful. He just pulled his clothes off, not trying to make it look good for the camera or anything, and gave Drake his clothes.
And then he stood there for a second while everyone looked his body over.
“Wow,” Adam said first. “You’re really cute. I like the tattoos-there’s a lot of them, but they’re really good ones. But you have the flattest ass I’ve ever seen.” Tommy laughed at that, and Adam flashed a smile back as he held out a hand. “Now come here.” He looked at Tommy, his face sweet and patient.
Tommy could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he climbed on the bed, but it was okay, he wasn’t panicking or anything. Everyone had been very nice, and it should be fine. Then Adam pulled him the rest of the way in, holding him tight. That made Tommy’s heart stutter a little.
“Hey, can I kiss you?” Tommy looked up at him, thinking it was a pretty dumb question under the circumstances, and Adam kept going. “Well, you’re straight, and some guys who are gay-for-pay will go ahead and get fucked, but they won’t-“Tommy broke that off with a kiss, right then. Because really, fuck that shit. Adam giggled into it and Tommy relaxed even more.
Adam was good to his word and started off slow. He kissed Tommy for a while, rolling until Tommy was on his back. Tommy arched as Adam kissed down his neck, then his chest ,and he kept going down-and skipped right over his cock. Tommy looked down to protest, to say something because goddamn that wasn’t fair. And then the first shock of Adam’s tongue against his hole made his toes curl. “Fuck!”
Adam didn’t say anything, he just kept licking over Tommy’s hole. Tommy had to brace his feet against the bed and grip the sheets to keep from flailing, it felt so good. By the time Adam had gotten the tip of his tongue inside Tommy’s ass, Tommy figured he could do that forever. He bit his lip, trying to keep the moans in.
“You can make noise, we don’t mind,” Cheeks said from behind the camera. Tommy opened his mouth and panted as he felt Adam’s tongue move inside him, opening him just a little. When Adam stopped for a minute Tommy actually whined, and then blushed when he remembered this was being recorded. Adam murmured something comforting as he flipped the cap on a bottle of lube and then went back to rimming him. Tommy could feel a slick fingertip inside him this time. He wriggled and grabbed the headboard, holding himself still. “Oh nice,” he heard Cheeks whisper. Tommy moaned again, not caring about Cheeks or his camera. Getting eaten out was awesome, no wonder girls liked it so much.
After a minute, Adam stopped and rubbed over Tommy’s hole with another wet finger. “Good?” he said, grinning up at Tommy. Tommy nodded, because he was more than good, and he shivered again as Adam brushed a thumb over the head of his hard cock. “You look amazing like this, by the way,” Adam said casually, as he slid the second finger in. “I’m going to do this for a while, I have to stretch you good.”
“That’s fine, that’s good-fuck!” Tommy jumped when Adam’s fingers brushed something inside him, and then he just spread his legs open further. “Or you can fuck me now,” he said, and then laughed. No way did he think he’d ever say those words.
“No, not yet, it would hurt you. You don’t want me to hurt you.” Adam shifted and moved a little, getting closer while still giving the camera a good view. “I want you to have such a good fucking time you’d do it even if you weren’t getting paid.” Tommy nodded, dazed at the thought. Maybe he would, maybe Adam could fuck him when they weren’t working-oh god, that was a third finger. It stretched, almost to the point of pain, but Tommy just gripped the headboard harder and looked at Adam. He could take it, he wanted Adam to know that.
“Do you need me to get a dildo?” A voice said from the side. Tommy could just barely see one of the guys on the sidelines-the room had filled up. Apparently this was where the action was today, because it seemed like everyone was watching. Adam looked at him and Tommy shook his head. He didn’t want to lose his anal cherry to anything but the real thing at this point. He’d already come this far.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” Adam said, and his voice was so gentle. Adam moved his fingers then, and reached for Tommy’s hands. “Let go, come on,” he said, and then bit a kiss right at the corner of Tommy’s mouth. “On your hands and knees, it’ll be easier.” Tommy moved over and found a comfortable position. He noticed Cheeks moving the camera, and one of the guys on the sidelines threw a condom on the bed. He waited until he felt the first nudge of Adam’s cock.
Tommy couldn’t help it, he gasped and braced on his elbows as Adam rubbed at his lower back. “Easy,” he said. “Breathe for me, it’ll be okay.” Tommy tried, but he could feel Adam pushing in slowly and it made him want to tense up. “Relax baby,” Adam said again, and this time Tommy breathed in deep and let it out. The next time Adam pushed forward, it slid in easier. And then again.
Tommy felt his world narrow to the feeling of Adam’s cock moving inside him, how it stretched him wide and made him pant. He hadn’t expected this-he figured he’d just get bent over a table and fucked, not seduced on a bed by a really nice guy who happened to have a huge dick. “More,” he gasped out. “Fuck, Adam, more.”
“Yeah, you like it?” Tommy could hear the cocky pride in Adam’s voice as he sped up. Tommy groaned as Adam pulled his hair, fucking into him harder and faster. Tommy could feel his cock pressed up against his stomach, but nobody was touching it. He tried to move his hand down and Adam pulled his hair again, a sharp sting that was so unlike the deep pleasure and ache Tommy felt inside him.
“No,” Adam said. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t touch yourself with me, only I get to.” And fuck, that made Tommy harder even as it frustrated him. “When you’re on set with me, you’re mine. You got it?” Tommy gasped, and Adam shoved his hips forward. “What do you say, Tommy?”
“Yes, yeah. I’m yours here. I’m yours.” As soon as Tommy said it, Adam pulled out and Tommy was suddenly looking at the ceiling as he wound up on his back. Adam pulled on of Tommy’s legs around his waist and shoved back in, fucking into him. Before Tommy could even catch his breath, he felt Adam’s hand on his cock.
That fucking did it: Adam didn’t get more than five strokes before Tommy was coming all over his stomach, his chest, and even his fucking chin. He could hear his yell echo against the walls, and he swore he heard a few people clap and cheer from the sidelines. He wasn’t paying attention though, because Adam was smiling at him like a cat with cream.
“Good boy,” Adam said as he pulled out, and ow, that was kind of not fun, and then pulled off the condom. He moved up on his knees, cock in his hand, and at first Tommy opened his mouth, figuring he was about to get his deepthroating lesson now. “No baby,” Adam said, stroking himself. “Stay right there, right there in front of me. You’re so hot,” he purred, jerking off right over Tommy’s stomach.
Tommy got it then, all the years of porn videos he’d seen kicked in and he started dirty talking like his life depended on it. “Yeah,” he said, still breathing hard. “Come on, come on me, I want you to, fucking come all over me, yeah.” It was just dirty talk, or it would be, but he looked up from Adam’s dick into his face and he saw Adam’s eyes widen right before he felt the first shot of come hit him, warm against the cooling mess he’d already left. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said, tipping his head back. “That’s it.” He watched as Adam marked him, and then rubbed a finger through it. He looked up at Adam and grinned. “Wow.”
Adam flopped on the bed next to him, laughing. “Oh my god,” he said, and he crushed his mouth against Tommy’s. Tommy felt soft and sleepy now, but Adam was just over the moon happy. “No fucking way you’re straight, are you really straight?” Adam didn’t wait for an answer, instead propping up on one elbow and addressing the room. “Okay bitches, he’s mine. None of the rest of you get to fuck him, he’s my boy for at least the next five videos.”
“Or maybe more,” Tommy muttered. He slid up on the bed as one of the half-naked guys in the room brought him a towel and a cup of coffee. Tommy let the guy clean him up as he sipped the coffee. “So…was that okay?” he said, and frowned when everyone cracked up, Cheeks the loudest.
“Baby, that was more than okay. The camera loves you, Adam thinks you’re amazing, and I can’t believe we got this from you just walking off the street. I love this footage. I’m going to edit it and make it amazing.” Brad looked over at Adam, one eyebrow raised. “You sure you don’t want to share him? Like, maybe for orgy videos-“
“No,” Adam said, then his face softened. “Maybe later, or a threesome, but I think me and Tommy work well together.” Adam stroked up Tommy’s thigh and Tommy tipped his head back, enjoying the touch. “Don’t we Tommy?”
“Yeah, I think we do,” Tommy said, and smiled into the kiss Adam gave him. When Adam pulled back Tommy kept smiling. “Okay, deal.” When Adam looked confused, Tommy said “I’m yours on set, like you said. And…I know I said I was straight-well, I said I was new. I don’t know what I said.” Adam’s face got gentle then, and he stroked down Tommy’s face.
“We can do this on-set only, or not. It’s up to you. Do you have a girlfriend?” Tommy shook his head, because Maizy was just his best girl, nothing serious there. “Okay. Don’t worry about it, I’m kind of possessive with my boys onscreen, but in real life-“ Adam gestured to the group of assistants and loitering porn stars-“most of these are my friends, or my exes. Cheeks-he was my first boyfriend. We got into this together.” Adam looked fondly in Cheeks’s direction as he looked at the footage. “So, don’t worry too much about labels, for you or for this.”
“Got it,” Tommy said. “So…do I sign a contract or what?” There was more laughter then, and he frowned. “What? I mean, I get paid, right?” Adam laughed and got him a robe, directing him to Sutan.
Tommy felt a little weird sitting there on a really nice sofa (one of the cushions under his ass, it was starting to sting) while Sutan got his paperwork ready. “Okay darling, here’s your money for today. We’ll give you a check, but give us your bank info if you have it, and we’ll start direct depositing it. Here’s the deal, for the first sixty days, you are a contracted employee, and you get paid by the scene. Okay?” Tommy nodded, wondering what else was coming. Were they going to get rid of him after sixty days?
“Good. Now, after sixty days, if you still want to be here, here’s your profit sharing information.” Tommy knew he must have looked confused, because what the fuck, and Sutan smiled. “Honey, we’re named Aquarian studios for a reason. This is a goddamn smut co-opt. Nearly everyone here is a part owner, if they want to be. We don’t force people to-some kids just want their money and to go home. But if you’re in, you’ll get a share of profits, health benefits, and training.” Sutan looked him up and down. “You’re a musician, right?” Tommy nodded, speechless. “Good, we can get you studio space if you don’t mind using some of your songs in porn. And-you get a say in the decisions the company makes. We all do.” Tommy’s mouth dropped open and Sutan winked.
“That’s one reason everyone was watching you-we wanted to see if you had what it takes to be more than day rate. You do.”
When Tommy could talk he said “Wait. So you decided that I was the right person to be a part owner because of how I fucked? It’s based on performance?” Sutan shook his head. “Then what was it?”
“It’s based on how well you fit with us. You came in saying you had no experience with guys, but you were open to it. You were nervous, but you didn’t treat us like the enemy, you’re not angry. Your personality is a good fit. And you did a great scene, Adam really likes you.” Tommy smirked and Sutan laughed at that. “Okay, it’s a co-opt, but Adam is still kind of the Queen Bitch around here, he can’t help it.” Sutan handed him the sheets. “If you’re in, just initial them. After sixty days, you sign them for real.”
“Oh my god, I am so in.” Tommy put his initials in the little spaces and grinned, stunned. “Oh shit, I’m gonna wake up with my face in the gutter. This is just a dream, right?” He jumped a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Adam smiled at him, his sweet face coming in for a kiss. “Nope, no more gutters for you, pretty boy. Now get dressed. Actually, Sutan, give him an advance for some new clothes. I think Tommy should go shopping.” Sutan left to get the petty cash safe open, and Adam looked at Tommy with a new, shy expression on his face. “So, now you get to decide if we’re business friends or more. Do you want to go shopping with me?” As Adam waited for an answer, Tommy thought about what Adam had said. These were his friends, his ex-lovers, probably his current lovers. And everyone owned it, he had made a home for those who needed it.
Tommy met Adam’s eyes. “Yeah, I’d love to get a new jacket,” he said.
Adam’s smile gave him all the answer he needed.