Their Debut by Yin, McKay/Sheppard, NC17
Title: Their Debut
Author: yin_again
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Vetted By: Nobody (and that's the last time that'll happen)
Author's Notes: Thank you to all the fruitbats on my flist who enable me.
Summary: John and Rodney make their first film for GPFG Studios.
Call Sheet for Today's Production: Their Debut, directed by yin_again
John Sheppard - porn star (real-life partner of McKay)
Rodney McKay - porn star (real-life partner of Sheppard)
Radek Zelenka - John and Rodney's agent
Evan Lorne - porn star
David Parrish - porn star
Markham & Stackhouse - porn stars
Elizabeth Weir - 1/3 owner of GPFG Studios (Elizabeth runs the business side of things)
Laura Cadman - 1/3 owner of GPFG Studios (Laura handles the talent and casting)
Teyla Emmagen - 1/3 owner of GPFG Studios (we're not sure what she does, aside from being a badass)
Samantha Carter - director
Lindsey Novak and Allison Simpson - camerawomen
Katie Brown - set designer
Carson Beckett - medical consultant and part-time fluffer
Ronon Dex - security guard (the women want him to act, but he's shy and bookish)
Kate Heightmeyer - acting coach (has a background in psychology; terrifies the actors)
Scene 1
Interior: Radek's office. There are porn movie posters on the wall and phallic-looking award in a small trophy case. Radek is a short man with wild hair. He is wearing a silk shirt and jeans. He wears glasses and is prone to cursing in Czech when agitated. JOHN, RODNEY and RADEK sit at the desk.
"Good, good, you're finally here. Are you two even remotely capable of being on time?" Radek expected that the answer was "no," but that Rodney would find a way to say it in 50 words or more.
"It's Captain Manscaping over here," Rodney said, hitching a thumb at John. "He has to get the hair just right - all the hair." John stuck his tongue out at him.
"Whatever," Radek said. "I have a new contract for you. A movie being done by a fairly new studio in town."
"What's it pay?" Rodney asked.
"Triple your day rate and it's for a whole week." Radek rubbed his hands together gleefully.
"No horses," John said flatly. "No goddamn horses." Rodney elbowed him in the side.
Radek looked up at the sky and muttered something in Czech. "No, John," he said patiently. "No animals of any kind. Just you and Rodney fucking. Think you can handle that?"
"Well, I handled it pretty well last night over the back of the sofa," he grinned. "But, a whole week? How many flicks are they making? Five?"
Radek frowned down at the papers on his desk. "No, it's just one. They claim to do things differently at GPFG. But, it's good money, and they want you, so you go. You go fuck, make money, make us all happy."
"Okay," John said agreeably. "Who do we see and where?"
Radek handed Rodney a sheet of paper (he was more responsible than John, who was likely to lose it or draw airplanes on it or use it roll a joint). "You're to report to Elizabeth Weir at this address at 9:00 on Monday."
Rodney looked at the sheet and whistled. "This is a pretty good address. They must have money."
"The word is that they're funded by a private patron. The rumor is it was a big lottery win, but you know how rumors are in this town." Radek made shooing motions. "Get some sleep this weekend so you both look good. John, they don't want you to shave your chest."
"Thank god," John said fervently, laying a hand on his chest. "What about the rest?"
"They will decide when you get there," Radek said. "Now get out; I have other clients, you know."
"Yeah," Rodney said, folding the paper and slipping it into his pocket. "But we account for 89% of your earnings, you can't just toss us out."
"Watch me," Radek said.
~ end scene
Scene 2
Interior, GPFG, Elizabeth's office. ELIZABETH is behind her desk, LAURA CADMAN is slouched in the visitor's chair. Both have large mugs of coffee. There's a plate of chocolate croissants on the desk. ELIZABTH is perfectly groomed and wearing a tailored business suit. LAURA is wearing expensively frayed jeans and a tank top.
"Big day," Laura said. "I can't wait to get a look at them up close." She tore off a piece of a croissant, looked at it, then rejected it for not having any chocolate in it. Her second tear yielded a more appropriate bite. "I hope they look as good in person as they do on screen."
"Me, too," Elizabet said. "I just hope they have good voices - I've never been able to watch them without the sound muted."
"Seriously," Laura said. "McKay says 'fuck, yeah' like he's doing math in his head."
"Kate assures me that she can work with them." Elizabeth reached for the bite of pastry Laura had discarded and chewed it thoughtfully. "How's Katie doing with the storage room set?"
"She's stacking up boxes and building metal shelves," Laura said. "It looks like a storage room."
"Okay, then." Elizabeth brushed crumbs off her hands. "We have all day today to work on them. Sam will come in tomorrow for rehearsal, and then we'll shoot on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Where are we on Clean Plate Club?"
"It's looking good. Lorne is looking great with the cameras, and Parrish is really getting into the cooking. Yesterday he made frosting."
"Mmmm, frosting," Elizabeth said. "Was it any good?"
"Who knows," Laura shrugged. "They smeared it all over each other and licked it off."
Elizabeth smiled. "Tell me we got it on film."
Laura grinned back wickedly. "Every second."
~ end scene
Scene 3
Interior, John and Rodney's dressing room. They're both stripping down and putting on plush white bathrobes discreetly embroidered with the GPFG Studios logo (which someone totally needs to design).
"Damn," John said, feeling the robe. "These are nice."
Rodney was picking through an overflowing snack basket. "No kidding. Oooh, chocolate-covered macadamia nuts!" He was halfway through the bag when there was a knock on the door.
John opened it to find a petite redhead with a clipboard. "Hey," she said. "I'm Laura. I need to see if there's any grooming to be done. Does your hair do that naturally?"
John reflexively touched his hair. "Yeah, mostly," he said. He untied the belt of his robe and slipped it off, throwing it onto a chair.
Laura looked him over critically. "Okay, we'll keep most of the chest hair, so just a little trimming there. The rest looks good." John was glad he'd kept everything neat, even though Rodney had inexplicably wanted him to shave his balls on Sunday morning. She made a circling gesture and he turned around. "Full back wax, huh?" she said. "That must have hurt like a bitch. You can turn back around now."
"Yeah, it hurt," John said. "But..."
Rodney broke in. "He's a Yeti if he doesn't, and he's too skinny to be a bear."
Laura laughed at the insults, but she noticed that Rodney held John's robe for him to slip back into before dropping his own.
"You look good up front," she said. "Nice shoulders, by the way." He turned around. "Damn," she said with a low whistle. "You have a great ass. It's even better in person."
John slapped Rodney's ass lightly. "Please don't feed the ego," he said, before holding Rodney's robe for him.
Laura nodded. She handed over two bound documents. "Here are your scripts. Our doctor will be around shorty for the usual questions. I'll see you out there. And, guys?" She paused. "Welcome to GPFG."
"Scripts?" Rodney said.
~ end scene
Scene 4
Interior, John and Rodney's dressing room. CARSON BECKETT is drawing blood from Rodney's arm and John is holding a piece of gauze to his elbow.
There you go, lad," Carson said. "I've got your medical releases on file, but we like to be extra careful. You boys are together, are you not?"
Rodney nodded, pressing gauze to his own arm. He hated having blood drawn, but it was a necessary evil.
"Good, good," Carson said. "How do you feel about going bareback if it's just the two of you?" John looked at Rodney and they both shrugged and nodded. "That'll be lovely," Carson said. "Take a few minutes to go over your scripts, and then we'll take you down to Kate."
"Who's Kate?" John asked. "Is she in the movie?"
Carson laughed. "Oh, no - our Kate doesn't act any more. She's our acting coach." With that, Carson turned to the door. "I'll see you out there tomorrow," he said.
Rodney looked at John blankly. "Acting coach?"
John looked down at the document in his hand. "You mean these are real scripts? Weird."
Rodney made himself comfortable on the couch and gestured to John. John slid onto the couch and put his head in Rodney's lap. They both opened up their scripts.
~ end scene
Scene 5 [credit for much of this section goes to beadattitude]
Interior, Kate Heightmeyer's office. KATE, a pretty blonde in her thirties, is seated in a comfortable chair. JOHN and RODNEY are seated opposite her on a couch.
Rodney snapped his fingers. "I know where I've seen you before - you're Cheyenne Mountains, aren't you?"
"Yes," Kate said, smiling. "I was - that was my stage name."
"You look different without the enormous breasts," John said.
She nodded. "I had the implants removed when I went back to school. Now, have you had a chance to look over your scripts?"
They nodded, holding the scripts on their laps.
"So," Kate began. "John, what do you think Colonel Stone's motivation is at the beginning?"
John said, "What?"
Kate smiled indulgently. "What drives him, why is he the way he is?"
"Uh, he wants to get laid?" John looked uncomfortable under her scrutiny.
"That's good," Kate said. "But at the beginning, he's concerned for the welfare of his team. They've just had a narrow escape."
"Yeah," John said, getting into it a little. "He's got this major sense of responsibility, a real 'never leave a man behind' thing. And he also wants to get laid."
"Now we're making progress," Kate said. "Rodney, what about Dr. Mensa?"
"He's brilliant and arrogant - but he doesn't relate to people well. Colonel Stone is his best friend, but it's strange, because they're nothing alike. But the attraction is there, and they can't wait any longer." Rodney looked smug.
"Wow," John said. "That's awesome."
"That degree from Yale Drama had to come in handy somewhere," Rodney said.
Kate looked at John with wide, earnest blue eyes. "Now, John, your character drags Rodney's into a supply closet. Tell me the steps that led him to that choice."
John rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, uh, he's horny, he's got a hard on, and Rodney's character and the closet are right there."
Kate nodded. "So, it's a liaison of opportunity, not pre-meditation."
John shifted nervously in his chair. "Uh, yeah. I mean, adrenaline, heat of the moment....they'd just had that big blow up with the...." He looked at Rodney.
Rodney deadpanned, "Life sucking vampires from outer space."
John nodded and pointed with relief. "Life sucking vampires from outer space, and you know, he's happy, I'm happy to be alive and such, so I just grab Rodney."
Rodney grimaced at him. "Oh, any port in a storm, is that it?"
John rolled his eyes. "RODney."
Kate broke in. "Just a moment, Rodney, we'll get to your motivations in a moment. So, John, you're convinced that your character is just working off some post-mission energy and decides to fuck his best friend in a supply closet?"
John sat up straighter, talking faster with excitement. "Well, there's the whole military thing, they don't want to get caught...."
Kate kept up with him, encouraging his enthusiasm. "Which is why they don't just fuck in the lab?"
Rodney muttered underneath his breath, "It really freaks me out to hear that word coming out of her mouth."
John glanced at Rodney. "No kidding." To Kate he said, "The closet is relatively safe....and, and, it's like a metaphor! But seriously, here's what I think. One: he's all kinds of crazy turned on, but he still has some preservation instinct. Two; closets are kinda intimate and sexy, and in this case, convenient for impulsive sex. Three: there is no three."
Rodney snorted.
Kate raised an eyebrow. "So, if the sex is impulsive, why does your character have lube with him?"
John blinked, speechless.
Rodney started cackling. "Oh, your character is SO INTO my character."
John crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe the Colonel just likes to be prepared."
~ end scene
Scene 6
Interior, John and Rodney's house. John is cooking dinner and Rodney is stealing bites over his shoulder.
"I can't believe we spent the whole day with an acting coach." Rodney snitched a piece of green pepper, crunching it loudly.
"Well, they paid triple the usual rate, so whatever," John said.
"But," Rodney said. "We didn't even fuck today. At all."
"How about I remedy that situation after dinner?" John leered at Rodney over his shoulder.
"Okay," Rodney said happily, stealing another pepper.
Scene 7
Interior, "gateroom" set. The set is beautiful, with soaring architecture and a large round "gate" at one end. Actors are milling around, wearing military uniforms and tac vests. SAM CARTER is standing behind the cameras, chatting with LINDSEY NOVAK.
"So, when they come through the gate, I need a fairly close two-shot of John and Rodney. Then I want you to back the frame up a little and follow them as John grabs Rodney by the vest and hauls him out of the gateroom. Then we'll change to the storage room set. I want Allison on Steadicam for this one and then we'll switch her to handheld in the closet. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Lindsey said, tossing off a salute and a big smile. "This one's gonna be great, Sam, I just know it."
"I hope so," Sam said. "Kate assures me that they're adapting to our style."
"Chill." Lindsey patted her on the arm. "This is just the rehearsal. We'll look at the tape at the end of the day and tweak it for tomorrow like always. It'll work."
"From your lips to the porn gods' ear," Sam said. She turned to the set, raising her voice. "Okay, we're ready," she said. "We've already blocked and the lights are ready, so let's run it through a few times. Places, everyone."
The soldiers drifted off to pre-arranged spots on the floor, and John, Rodney and two other actors stood behind the gate.
"And...action!" Sam called.
The two soldiers ran through the gate, stopping on the other side and pretending to catch their breath.
An actress standing on a set of steps leading down to the gateroom looked at the soldiers. "Colonel Stone? Dr. Mensa?"
"They were right behind us, ma'am," one of the soldiers said. At their cue, John and Rodney raced through the gate, pulling up short as they reached their marks.
"Are you okay?" the actress asked.
"We've been better," John said tightly. "I just need to have a word with Dr. Mensa here. In private." He reached out and grabbed an alarmed-looking Rodney by the front of his vest and dragged him out of frame.
"Cut!" Sam yelled. A bell sounded and she stepped out from behind the camera, where she'd been looking over Lindsey's shoulder. "Okay, John - I need you a little more breathless when you come through - you've been running for your life. Rodney, that scared look was perfect. Stackhouse and Markham, just because this is a rehersal doesn't mean you can half-ass it. I need you to look more scared and to be more out of breath."
Sam looked to the side. "Allison were going to block the Steadicam next, so get in here. Places, everyone, let's go again."
~ end scene
Scene 8 [some dialogue taken from my own Don't Make Me, plus an awesome line from bethynyc.]
Interior, storage room set. Lindsey is behind the camera. ALLISON SIMPSON, a tall blonde, is crouched on the floor with a handheld camera. John and Rodney are waiting outside the door. Sam is looking over Lindsey's shoulder and KATIE BROWN is tweaking the set, moving boxes slightly and straightening shelves.
"Okay," Sam said, waving Katie off the set. "Thank you, Katie. Everyone, let's try and get this in one, so our boys are still fresh. Is Carson here?"
"Yes, lass," Carson said from the corner. "Though I suspect these boys won't be needing my services."
"Don't cry, Carson," Laura Cadman said from the spectators' area at the back of the room. "We'll find you a spare dick to suck if it'll make you feel better." The whole crew broke up laughing.
"Thank you, Laura," Sam said, grinning. "I need everyone in their places. Roll sound, and...action!"
"What the..." Rodney said as John pulled him into the room by his tac vest.
John crowded in. "Don't," he growled. "Don't talk, Doctor. I think you said quite enough on the planet." His voice was harsh, angry; his fingers dug into Rodney's hips, pinning him between John's body and the steel and wood of the shelving unit.
"You always have to tell them how fucking smart you are, don't you?" John said, pressing even closer. "No matter how many times they try to kidnap you and keep you."
"I..." Rodney said. He shut his mouth when John slammed him against the shelf, rattling boxes and causing a small avalanche of paper products. He moaned through clenched teeth, and John's hands went to Rodney's belt.
Within seconds, his belt ends were swinging free and John opened his button and zipper, stripping his pants and boxers down to where they bunched against his uniform's thigh holster. John cursed, and the straps gave way, the weight of belt and sidearm pulling his trousers to the floor. John shoved his boxers after them and Rodney kicked one foot free so he could spread his legs.
John straightened, pressing their bodies together, the rough cotton of his BDUs scraping against Rodney's bare hips, his breath gusting against his neck.
"Yeah, Rodney," he said. "You think maybe I can fuck some sense into you?"
Simpson moved around them on silent feet, getting shots of their faces and of Rodney's muscled back and ass as John's hands ran over them.
John pushed on Rodney's shoulders, forcing him to his knees. As soon as he was kneeling, Rodney reached out and unbuttoned John's pants. Lindsey zoomed in and got an awesome shot of John's head going back, his long, golden neck sheened in sweat. John gave a very realistic groan as Rodney started licking his cock.
John reached down, holding the base of his dick, and shook it, letting it slap against Rodney's lips and cheek.
"CUT!" Carter yelled. The bell sounded and she walked over to John, who was giving Rodney a hand up onto his feet.
"What?" John said. "That was awesome. It was awesome, wasn't it, Rodney?"
Rodney nodded. "Yeah, it was really good. Why's you stop us?"
Sam crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. "Dick slapping," she said.
"What?" John yelped. "Dick slapping is a classic."
"Not here," Carter said. "We don't do it. It's stupid. At this studio, a blowjob should look like a blowjob."
John and Rodney goggled at her. John opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before speaking. "Next thing you know, you'll be telling me you don't want me to come on his face!"
Carter shook her head in amused dismay while all the other women in the room chorused, "Ewwwwwww!"
~ end scene
Scene 9
Interior, John and Rodney's house. John and Rodney are lying in bed, looking sweaty and disheveled.
"I think this is the first time in my career that I've worked two days straight without fucking on camera," John said.
Rodney traced patterns on his sweaty chest. "At least you got a blowjob," he said.
"Well, yeah," John said petulantly. "But there was no money shot. I mean, who wants to see a blowjob where I actually come in your mouth? Though letting that little bit slip out at the end was really inspired."
Rodney smiled happily. "You think? Sam seemed to like it."
"Sam seemed to like it," John echoed in a falsetto voice.
Rodney pulled John's chest hair. "Don't be jealous, baby. I don't even like women all that much."
~ end scene
Scene 10
Interior, storage room set. The same crew is gathered around Sam, listening intently to her instructions.
"Okay," Sam said. "The scene in the gateroom was fantastic this morning. We got exactly what we needed. But this is the big part, and I need everyone on their toes. Hit your marks, say your lines. And you two," she said, pointing at John and Rodney, "fuck like bunnies."
Everyone laughed and drifted off to their places. John stood to one side to gather his thoughts. The previous day's rehearsal had thrown him a little off balance. Sure, the fucking had been fun - rough and athletic, but Sam had pulled him off to the side for a few notes after they were done.
"Look," she'd said. "You've got the aggressiveness of the character down cold. That's great, but I need some subtext here. Colonel Stone's not just grudge-fucking Dr. Mensa. He really does have feelings for him, that's why he's so afraid of losing him. Part of his anger is inwardly directed to cover up that fear."
"He loves him?" John said, incredulous.
"Maybe, maybe not," Sam said. "But they're headed that way. Bring a little of that potential for tenderness into your performance, John. I know you can do it."
Later, lying in bed next to a snoring Rodney, John had tried to puzzle it out. This was the weirdest porn set he'd ever worked on. But there was something nice about it, even though it was as confusing as hell. These people were focused on making a movie, not just a stroke film. He found that he didn't want to disappoint them. He fell asleep thinking about Colonel Stone's motivation.
John laughed along with the "fuck like bunnies" comment, but he was still a little lost in his own head. When Sam called them to their places, he took a deep breath and thought "What Would Colonel Stone Do?"
The blowjob scene went well, but John found himself touching Rodney's face more, and looking down to catch his eyes. Rodney looked beautiful with John's cock in his mouth - he always had, and John couldn't help running his fingers through his silky hair and cradling the back of his head as he pumped in and out. When he came in Rodney's mouth, he didn't have to fake his moans.
"Cut and print!" Sam yelled. The bell sounded and John helped Rodney up, steadying him so he could pull up his pants.
"Guys," Sam said. "That was fantastic! Take a lunch and we'll get to the other scene afterwards. That'll give us all of tomorrow for pick up shots and reaction shots. You did great, really." She patted both their shoulders. John slipped his hand around Rodney's waist, easily taking the weight of Rodney's arm over his shoulder as they walked back to their dressing room.
~ end scene
Scene 11 [this scene is based on some inspired commentary by 20thcenturyvole.]
Interior, storage room set. Everyone from the last scene is in place. Sam is speaking to the camerawomen. Carson sits on the sidelines looking bored.
During the lunch break, John and Rodney ran lines. John couldn't believe they'd run lines. Lunch breaks were usually for fooling around or getting high or, y'know, lunch. But, nope, they'd gone through the lines one more time. John bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting for the action call.
Sam finally got them started, and they picked up where they'd left off, with John pulling out of Rodney's mouth, pretending to have just come. He pulled Rodney to his feet and kissed him. He'd listened to Sam when she'd given notes on kissing - no dueling tongues, just deep kisses that went on and on. He cupped Rodney's face in his hands and kissed him like they kissed at home, in their own bed. John phased out and forgot about the cameras entirely, and he probably kissed Rodney longer than the script indicated. He didn't care, though. He just lost himself in Rodney's mouth - quick and mobile, with lips that were fuller and softer than they looked.
Finally, he pulled back, remembering that he had lines. "Turn around," he growled, trying to put some of the urgency he felt into the words. Rodney turned around and grasped the shelf, bending over further to give John more room. Rodney's pants were mostly off, but John's were just pushed down to mid-thigh.
"Oh, god. Fuck me," Rodney groaned, and it sounded just like Rodney said it at home, like he said it when John had him bent over the couch or sitting in his lap with John's cock buried in him.
John scrabbled in his tac vest for the handy lube, then stopped and stepped back.
"Cut!" Sam called. She came over to them and smacked John on the shoulder. "Why'd you stop? That was perfect."
John looked at her. "Don't we need to do the lube thing?"
"No magically appearing lube," Simpson said from where she was shooting with the handheld through the back side of the shelves.
"Right," Sam said. "We want to see you put it in him, and take your time. Lots of fingering. And, while we're at it, no position-go-round, absolutely no ass-slapping, no facials or extreme close-ups of your junk; don't do that thing where you put your hand on the back of your neck to flex your muscles, no spitting of any kind, and you come in him. Got it?"
"I guess," John said. He muttered under his breath, "This is the weirdest porn shoot ever."
Sam looked up, her eyes sweeping over the crew. "Take five," she told them. She waved her hand at John and Rodney, who took it as permission to pull their pants up. She led them over to the video village and they all sat down. Sam leaned forward with her hands on her knees.
"I think I might have been remiss here," she said. "Someone should have explained this to you on day one. GPFG stands for Gay Porn For Girls. The movies we make are directed at a female audience, and the female audience wants different things from their porn."
"Why would women want to watch two men fuck?" Rodney asked.
"Why would men want to watch two women?" she countered.
"Oh," Rodney said. "If one's nice, two's better, huh?"
"Exactly!" Sam beamed at him.
"I don't like watching two women," John said.
"That's because you're very, very gay," Rodney said, patting his knee. John shrugged.
"See," Sam said. "That's why we have plot and scripts and production values. Things are different here because our market is very selective. They don't necessarily want to see the same things men do. They want you to be into each other, not staring off into the distance or at your own cock. That's why we use real-life couples whenever we can."
"Is there really a market for this stuff?" Rodney asked.
"We made three and a half million dollars on five movies last year. Profit, not gross."
John gave a low whistle. "Okay, then. Finger him, fuck him, come in him. I can totally do that."
"Good," Sam said, clapping her hands once. "Do that. And make it last at least twelve minutes."
~ end scene
Scene 12
Interior, storage room set; same crew. [some dialogue taken from my story Don't Make Me.]
This time, John scrabbled for the lube in his tac vest and got it open. He leaned down and kissed the small of Rodney's back as he wet his fingers, moving over to bite his hip and then the upper curve of his ass. Rodney moaned, and it made John's cock even harder. He made sure to step back enough to let Simpson get into place - not too close - before he teased the first finger into Rodney's ass. Rodney pushed back and John's finger slid in all the way. He turned it and crooked it, hearing Rodney's gasp and feeling his thighs shake.
"Oh," Rodney moaned. "That's good. Please, more. God."
John could tell he was trying really hard not to moan his name. He worked another finger into Rodney, drawing it out, teasing like he did on the occasions when he tied Rodney to their headboard and tormented him mercilessly. Rodney rewarded him by going to pieces under him, arching his back up into the hand John was holding him down with and panting and moaning out loud.
"Are you ready for three?" John asked.
"Yes. Jesus, get on with it." Rodney sounded just as impatient as when they were alone, and John licked all the way up his spine before giving him the third finger. He played with Rodney for a few minutes more, then pulled back to lube his cock, making a show of it for the camera. Finally, he lined himself up.
He pushed the head in, then stayed there, moving back in tandem with Rodney, who was trying to push back against him and get him all the way in. "Easy," John said. "Wait for me." He moved in short, quick strokes, working the head in and out.
"Fuck me," Rodney groaned. "Please."
John slid in as slowly as he could manage. He lost himself then, just like he had in the kissing. He grabbed Rodney's hips and fucked him - slow for a while, then faster, bringing Rodney up to the edge and then backing him off. He teased and played, unaware of the breathy, whimpery moans coming from his own mouth, hearing only the noises Rodney was making.
He shoved in hard, then pulled back before starting to pound into Rodney, making the metal shelving shake under Rodney's fierce grip. "Almost there," he said. "Jerk yourself off." Almost like an afterthought, John remembered the script.
"Don't make me," John groaned, each word coming out in time with his thrusts. "Don't make me have to come back without you. Don't make me lose you."
"Don't make me," John gasped again, and Rodney clenched his eyes shut and pressed his forehead to the wooden edge of the shelf.
"I won't," he managed to grit out. "I pr..promise." And John came hard, feeling the clench of Rodney's ass that told him he'd come, too. He fleetingly hoped that Simpson had caught it on film.
They slowed down, finally coming to a stop. John pulled out and turned Rodney around, kissing him slowly and thoroughly as they both came down from the endorphin high. Rodney found paper towels on the shelf and wiped them both up before they helped each other pull their clothing back together.
John kissed Rodney hard on the mouth, then walked to the door. "I'll go first," he said, opening the door a crack and looking out into the fake corridor. "I'll see you later, right?" he said, smiling almost shyly at Rodney.
Rodney nodded and watched him go, then straightened his vest. He put his hand on th doorknob and smiled to himself.
"Cut and print!" Sam yelled. The crew, more than one of whom looked flushed and flustered, broke into spontaneous applause.
~ Fade out
Author: yin_again
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Vetted By: Nobody (and that's the last time that'll happen)
Author's Notes: Thank you to all the fruitbats on my flist who enable me.
Summary: John and Rodney make their first film for GPFG Studios.
Call Sheet for Today's Production: Their Debut, directed by yin_again
John Sheppard - porn star (real-life partner of McKay)
Rodney McKay - porn star (real-life partner of Sheppard)
Radek Zelenka - John and Rodney's agent
Evan Lorne - porn star
David Parrish - porn star
Markham & Stackhouse - porn stars
Elizabeth Weir - 1/3 owner of GPFG Studios (Elizabeth runs the business side of things)
Laura Cadman - 1/3 owner of GPFG Studios (Laura handles the talent and casting)
Teyla Emmagen - 1/3 owner of GPFG Studios (we're not sure what she does, aside from being a badass)
Samantha Carter - director
Lindsey Novak and Allison Simpson - camerawomen
Katie Brown - set designer
Carson Beckett - medical consultant and part-time fluffer
Ronon Dex - security guard (the women want him to act, but he's shy and bookish)
Kate Heightmeyer - acting coach (has a background in psychology; terrifies the actors)
Scene 1
Interior: Radek's office. There are porn movie posters on the wall and phallic-looking award in a small trophy case. Radek is a short man with wild hair. He is wearing a silk shirt and jeans. He wears glasses and is prone to cursing in Czech when agitated. JOHN, RODNEY and RADEK sit at the desk.
"Good, good, you're finally here. Are you two even remotely capable of being on time?" Radek expected that the answer was "no," but that Rodney would find a way to say it in 50 words or more.
"It's Captain Manscaping over here," Rodney said, hitching a thumb at John. "He has to get the hair just right - all the hair." John stuck his tongue out at him.
"Whatever," Radek said. "I have a new contract for you. A movie being done by a fairly new studio in town."
"What's it pay?" Rodney asked.
"Triple your day rate and it's for a whole week." Radek rubbed his hands together gleefully.
"No horses," John said flatly. "No goddamn horses." Rodney elbowed him in the side.
Radek looked up at the sky and muttered something in Czech. "No, John," he said patiently. "No animals of any kind. Just you and Rodney fucking. Think you can handle that?"
"Well, I handled it pretty well last night over the back of the sofa," he grinned. "But, a whole week? How many flicks are they making? Five?"
Radek frowned down at the papers on his desk. "No, it's just one. They claim to do things differently at GPFG. But, it's good money, and they want you, so you go. You go fuck, make money, make us all happy."
"Okay," John said agreeably. "Who do we see and where?"
Radek handed Rodney a sheet of paper (he was more responsible than John, who was likely to lose it or draw airplanes on it or use it roll a joint). "You're to report to Elizabeth Weir at this address at 9:00 on Monday."
Rodney looked at the sheet and whistled. "This is a pretty good address. They must have money."
"The word is that they're funded by a private patron. The rumor is it was a big lottery win, but you know how rumors are in this town." Radek made shooing motions. "Get some sleep this weekend so you both look good. John, they don't want you to shave your chest."
"Thank god," John said fervently, laying a hand on his chest. "What about the rest?"
"They will decide when you get there," Radek said. "Now get out; I have other clients, you know."
"Yeah," Rodney said, folding the paper and slipping it into his pocket. "But we account for 89% of your earnings, you can't just toss us out."
"Watch me," Radek said.
~ end scene
Scene 2
Interior, GPFG, Elizabeth's office. ELIZABETH is behind her desk, LAURA CADMAN is slouched in the visitor's chair. Both have large mugs of coffee. There's a plate of chocolate croissants on the desk. ELIZABTH is perfectly groomed and wearing a tailored business suit. LAURA is wearing expensively frayed jeans and a tank top.
"Big day," Laura said. "I can't wait to get a look at them up close." She tore off a piece of a croissant, looked at it, then rejected it for not having any chocolate in it. Her second tear yielded a more appropriate bite. "I hope they look as good in person as they do on screen."
"Me, too," Elizabet said. "I just hope they have good voices - I've never been able to watch them without the sound muted."
"Seriously," Laura said. "McKay says 'fuck, yeah' like he's doing math in his head."
"Kate assures me that she can work with them." Elizabeth reached for the bite of pastry Laura had discarded and chewed it thoughtfully. "How's Katie doing with the storage room set?"
"She's stacking up boxes and building metal shelves," Laura said. "It looks like a storage room."
"Okay, then." Elizabeth brushed crumbs off her hands. "We have all day today to work on them. Sam will come in tomorrow for rehearsal, and then we'll shoot on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Where are we on Clean Plate Club?"
"It's looking good. Lorne is looking great with the cameras, and Parrish is really getting into the cooking. Yesterday he made frosting."
"Mmmm, frosting," Elizabeth said. "Was it any good?"
"Who knows," Laura shrugged. "They smeared it all over each other and licked it off."
Elizabeth smiled. "Tell me we got it on film."
Laura grinned back wickedly. "Every second."
~ end scene
Scene 3
Interior, John and Rodney's dressing room. They're both stripping down and putting on plush white bathrobes discreetly embroidered with the GPFG Studios logo (which someone totally needs to design).
"Damn," John said, feeling the robe. "These are nice."
Rodney was picking through an overflowing snack basket. "No kidding. Oooh, chocolate-covered macadamia nuts!" He was halfway through the bag when there was a knock on the door.
John opened it to find a petite redhead with a clipboard. "Hey," she said. "I'm Laura. I need to see if there's any grooming to be done. Does your hair do that naturally?"
John reflexively touched his hair. "Yeah, mostly," he said. He untied the belt of his robe and slipped it off, throwing it onto a chair.
Laura looked him over critically. "Okay, we'll keep most of the chest hair, so just a little trimming there. The rest looks good." John was glad he'd kept everything neat, even though Rodney had inexplicably wanted him to shave his balls on Sunday morning. She made a circling gesture and he turned around. "Full back wax, huh?" she said. "That must have hurt like a bitch. You can turn back around now."
"Yeah, it hurt," John said. "But..."
Rodney broke in. "He's a Yeti if he doesn't, and he's too skinny to be a bear."
Laura laughed at the insults, but she noticed that Rodney held John's robe for him to slip back into before dropping his own.
"You look good up front," she said. "Nice shoulders, by the way." He turned around. "Damn," she said with a low whistle. "You have a great ass. It's even better in person."
John slapped Rodney's ass lightly. "Please don't feed the ego," he said, before holding Rodney's robe for him.
Laura nodded. She handed over two bound documents. "Here are your scripts. Our doctor will be around shorty for the usual questions. I'll see you out there. And, guys?" She paused. "Welcome to GPFG."
"Scripts?" Rodney said.
~ end scene
Scene 4
Interior, John and Rodney's dressing room. CARSON BECKETT is drawing blood from Rodney's arm and John is holding a piece of gauze to his elbow.
There you go, lad," Carson said. "I've got your medical releases on file, but we like to be extra careful. You boys are together, are you not?"
Rodney nodded, pressing gauze to his own arm. He hated having blood drawn, but it was a necessary evil.
"Good, good," Carson said. "How do you feel about going bareback if it's just the two of you?" John looked at Rodney and they both shrugged and nodded. "That'll be lovely," Carson said. "Take a few minutes to go over your scripts, and then we'll take you down to Kate."
"Who's Kate?" John asked. "Is she in the movie?"
Carson laughed. "Oh, no - our Kate doesn't act any more. She's our acting coach." With that, Carson turned to the door. "I'll see you out there tomorrow," he said.
Rodney looked at John blankly. "Acting coach?"
John looked down at the document in his hand. "You mean these are real scripts? Weird."
Rodney made himself comfortable on the couch and gestured to John. John slid onto the couch and put his head in Rodney's lap. They both opened up their scripts.
~ end scene
Scene 5 [credit for much of this section goes to beadattitude]
Interior, Kate Heightmeyer's office. KATE, a pretty blonde in her thirties, is seated in a comfortable chair. JOHN and RODNEY are seated opposite her on a couch.
Rodney snapped his fingers. "I know where I've seen you before - you're Cheyenne Mountains, aren't you?"
"Yes," Kate said, smiling. "I was - that was my stage name."
"You look different without the enormous breasts," John said.
She nodded. "I had the implants removed when I went back to school. Now, have you had a chance to look over your scripts?"
They nodded, holding the scripts on their laps.
"So," Kate began. "John, what do you think Colonel Stone's motivation is at the beginning?"
John said, "What?"
Kate smiled indulgently. "What drives him, why is he the way he is?"
"Uh, he wants to get laid?" John looked uncomfortable under her scrutiny.
"That's good," Kate said. "But at the beginning, he's concerned for the welfare of his team. They've just had a narrow escape."
"Yeah," John said, getting into it a little. "He's got this major sense of responsibility, a real 'never leave a man behind' thing. And he also wants to get laid."
"Now we're making progress," Kate said. "Rodney, what about Dr. Mensa?"
"He's brilliant and arrogant - but he doesn't relate to people well. Colonel Stone is his best friend, but it's strange, because they're nothing alike. But the attraction is there, and they can't wait any longer." Rodney looked smug.
"Wow," John said. "That's awesome."
"That degree from Yale Drama had to come in handy somewhere," Rodney said.
Kate looked at John with wide, earnest blue eyes. "Now, John, your character drags Rodney's into a supply closet. Tell me the steps that led him to that choice."
John rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, uh, he's horny, he's got a hard on, and Rodney's character and the closet are right there."
Kate nodded. "So, it's a liaison of opportunity, not pre-meditation."
John shifted nervously in his chair. "Uh, yeah. I mean, adrenaline, heat of the moment....they'd just had that big blow up with the...." He looked at Rodney.
Rodney deadpanned, "Life sucking vampires from outer space."
John nodded and pointed with relief. "Life sucking vampires from outer space, and you know, he's happy, I'm happy to be alive and such, so I just grab Rodney."
Rodney grimaced at him. "Oh, any port in a storm, is that it?"
John rolled his eyes. "RODney."
Kate broke in. "Just a moment, Rodney, we'll get to your motivations in a moment. So, John, you're convinced that your character is just working off some post-mission energy and decides to fuck his best friend in a supply closet?"
John sat up straighter, talking faster with excitement. "Well, there's the whole military thing, they don't want to get caught...."
Kate kept up with him, encouraging his enthusiasm. "Which is why they don't just fuck in the lab?"
Rodney muttered underneath his breath, "It really freaks me out to hear that word coming out of her mouth."
John glanced at Rodney. "No kidding." To Kate he said, "The closet is relatively safe....and, and, it's like a metaphor! But seriously, here's what I think. One: he's all kinds of crazy turned on, but he still has some preservation instinct. Two; closets are kinda intimate and sexy, and in this case, convenient for impulsive sex. Three: there is no three."
Rodney snorted.
Kate raised an eyebrow. "So, if the sex is impulsive, why does your character have lube with him?"
John blinked, speechless.
Rodney started cackling. "Oh, your character is SO INTO my character."
John crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe the Colonel just likes to be prepared."
~ end scene
Scene 6
Interior, John and Rodney's house. John is cooking dinner and Rodney is stealing bites over his shoulder.
"I can't believe we spent the whole day with an acting coach." Rodney snitched a piece of green pepper, crunching it loudly.
"Well, they paid triple the usual rate, so whatever," John said.
"But," Rodney said. "We didn't even fuck today. At all."
"How about I remedy that situation after dinner?" John leered at Rodney over his shoulder.
"Okay," Rodney said happily, stealing another pepper.
Scene 7
Interior, "gateroom" set. The set is beautiful, with soaring architecture and a large round "gate" at one end. Actors are milling around, wearing military uniforms and tac vests. SAM CARTER is standing behind the cameras, chatting with LINDSEY NOVAK.
"So, when they come through the gate, I need a fairly close two-shot of John and Rodney. Then I want you to back the frame up a little and follow them as John grabs Rodney by the vest and hauls him out of the gateroom. Then we'll change to the storage room set. I want Allison on Steadicam for this one and then we'll switch her to handheld in the closet. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Lindsey said, tossing off a salute and a big smile. "This one's gonna be great, Sam, I just know it."
"I hope so," Sam said. "Kate assures me that they're adapting to our style."
"Chill." Lindsey patted her on the arm. "This is just the rehearsal. We'll look at the tape at the end of the day and tweak it for tomorrow like always. It'll work."
"From your lips to the porn gods' ear," Sam said. She turned to the set, raising her voice. "Okay, we're ready," she said. "We've already blocked and the lights are ready, so let's run it through a few times. Places, everyone."
The soldiers drifted off to pre-arranged spots on the floor, and John, Rodney and two other actors stood behind the gate.
"And...action!" Sam called.
The two soldiers ran through the gate, stopping on the other side and pretending to catch their breath.
An actress standing on a set of steps leading down to the gateroom looked at the soldiers. "Colonel Stone? Dr. Mensa?"
"They were right behind us, ma'am," one of the soldiers said. At their cue, John and Rodney raced through the gate, pulling up short as they reached their marks.
"Are you okay?" the actress asked.
"We've been better," John said tightly. "I just need to have a word with Dr. Mensa here. In private." He reached out and grabbed an alarmed-looking Rodney by the front of his vest and dragged him out of frame.
"Cut!" Sam yelled. A bell sounded and she stepped out from behind the camera, where she'd been looking over Lindsey's shoulder. "Okay, John - I need you a little more breathless when you come through - you've been running for your life. Rodney, that scared look was perfect. Stackhouse and Markham, just because this is a rehersal doesn't mean you can half-ass it. I need you to look more scared and to be more out of breath."
Sam looked to the side. "Allison were going to block the Steadicam next, so get in here. Places, everyone, let's go again."
~ end scene
Scene 8 [some dialogue taken from my own Don't Make Me, plus an awesome line from bethynyc.]
Interior, storage room set. Lindsey is behind the camera. ALLISON SIMPSON, a tall blonde, is crouched on the floor with a handheld camera. John and Rodney are waiting outside the door. Sam is looking over Lindsey's shoulder and KATIE BROWN is tweaking the set, moving boxes slightly and straightening shelves.
"Okay," Sam said, waving Katie off the set. "Thank you, Katie. Everyone, let's try and get this in one, so our boys are still fresh. Is Carson here?"
"Yes, lass," Carson said from the corner. "Though I suspect these boys won't be needing my services."
"Don't cry, Carson," Laura Cadman said from the spectators' area at the back of the room. "We'll find you a spare dick to suck if it'll make you feel better." The whole crew broke up laughing.
"Thank you, Laura," Sam said, grinning. "I need everyone in their places. Roll sound, and...action!"
"What the..." Rodney said as John pulled him into the room by his tac vest.
John crowded in. "Don't," he growled. "Don't talk, Doctor. I think you said quite enough on the planet." His voice was harsh, angry; his fingers dug into Rodney's hips, pinning him between John's body and the steel and wood of the shelving unit.
"You always have to tell them how fucking smart you are, don't you?" John said, pressing even closer. "No matter how many times they try to kidnap you and keep you."
"I..." Rodney said. He shut his mouth when John slammed him against the shelf, rattling boxes and causing a small avalanche of paper products. He moaned through clenched teeth, and John's hands went to Rodney's belt.
Within seconds, his belt ends were swinging free and John opened his button and zipper, stripping his pants and boxers down to where they bunched against his uniform's thigh holster. John cursed, and the straps gave way, the weight of belt and sidearm pulling his trousers to the floor. John shoved his boxers after them and Rodney kicked one foot free so he could spread his legs.
John straightened, pressing their bodies together, the rough cotton of his BDUs scraping against Rodney's bare hips, his breath gusting against his neck.
"Yeah, Rodney," he said. "You think maybe I can fuck some sense into you?"
Simpson moved around them on silent feet, getting shots of their faces and of Rodney's muscled back and ass as John's hands ran over them.
John pushed on Rodney's shoulders, forcing him to his knees. As soon as he was kneeling, Rodney reached out and unbuttoned John's pants. Lindsey zoomed in and got an awesome shot of John's head going back, his long, golden neck sheened in sweat. John gave a very realistic groan as Rodney started licking his cock.
John reached down, holding the base of his dick, and shook it, letting it slap against Rodney's lips and cheek.
"CUT!" Carter yelled. The bell sounded and she walked over to John, who was giving Rodney a hand up onto his feet.
"What?" John said. "That was awesome. It was awesome, wasn't it, Rodney?"
Rodney nodded. "Yeah, it was really good. Why's you stop us?"
Sam crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. "Dick slapping," she said.
"What?" John yelped. "Dick slapping is a classic."
"Not here," Carter said. "We don't do it. It's stupid. At this studio, a blowjob should look like a blowjob."
John and Rodney goggled at her. John opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before speaking. "Next thing you know, you'll be telling me you don't want me to come on his face!"
Carter shook her head in amused dismay while all the other women in the room chorused, "Ewwwwwww!"
~ end scene
Scene 9
Interior, John and Rodney's house. John and Rodney are lying in bed, looking sweaty and disheveled.
"I think this is the first time in my career that I've worked two days straight without fucking on camera," John said.
Rodney traced patterns on his sweaty chest. "At least you got a blowjob," he said.
"Well, yeah," John said petulantly. "But there was no money shot. I mean, who wants to see a blowjob where I actually come in your mouth? Though letting that little bit slip out at the end was really inspired."
Rodney smiled happily. "You think? Sam seemed to like it."
"Sam seemed to like it," John echoed in a falsetto voice.
Rodney pulled John's chest hair. "Don't be jealous, baby. I don't even like women all that much."
~ end scene
Scene 10
Interior, storage room set. The same crew is gathered around Sam, listening intently to her instructions.
"Okay," Sam said. "The scene in the gateroom was fantastic this morning. We got exactly what we needed. But this is the big part, and I need everyone on their toes. Hit your marks, say your lines. And you two," she said, pointing at John and Rodney, "fuck like bunnies."
Everyone laughed and drifted off to their places. John stood to one side to gather his thoughts. The previous day's rehearsal had thrown him a little off balance. Sure, the fucking had been fun - rough and athletic, but Sam had pulled him off to the side for a few notes after they were done.
"Look," she'd said. "You've got the aggressiveness of the character down cold. That's great, but I need some subtext here. Colonel Stone's not just grudge-fucking Dr. Mensa. He really does have feelings for him, that's why he's so afraid of losing him. Part of his anger is inwardly directed to cover up that fear."
"He loves him?" John said, incredulous.
"Maybe, maybe not," Sam said. "But they're headed that way. Bring a little of that potential for tenderness into your performance, John. I know you can do it."
Later, lying in bed next to a snoring Rodney, John had tried to puzzle it out. This was the weirdest porn set he'd ever worked on. But there was something nice about it, even though it was as confusing as hell. These people were focused on making a movie, not just a stroke film. He found that he didn't want to disappoint them. He fell asleep thinking about Colonel Stone's motivation.
John laughed along with the "fuck like bunnies" comment, but he was still a little lost in his own head. When Sam called them to their places, he took a deep breath and thought "What Would Colonel Stone Do?"
The blowjob scene went well, but John found himself touching Rodney's face more, and looking down to catch his eyes. Rodney looked beautiful with John's cock in his mouth - he always had, and John couldn't help running his fingers through his silky hair and cradling the back of his head as he pumped in and out. When he came in Rodney's mouth, he didn't have to fake his moans.
"Cut and print!" Sam yelled. The bell sounded and John helped Rodney up, steadying him so he could pull up his pants.
"Guys," Sam said. "That was fantastic! Take a lunch and we'll get to the other scene afterwards. That'll give us all of tomorrow for pick up shots and reaction shots. You did great, really." She patted both their shoulders. John slipped his hand around Rodney's waist, easily taking the weight of Rodney's arm over his shoulder as they walked back to their dressing room.
~ end scene
Scene 11 [this scene is based on some inspired commentary by 20thcenturyvole.]
Interior, storage room set. Everyone from the last scene is in place. Sam is speaking to the camerawomen. Carson sits on the sidelines looking bored.
During the lunch break, John and Rodney ran lines. John couldn't believe they'd run lines. Lunch breaks were usually for fooling around or getting high or, y'know, lunch. But, nope, they'd gone through the lines one more time. John bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting for the action call.
Sam finally got them started, and they picked up where they'd left off, with John pulling out of Rodney's mouth, pretending to have just come. He pulled Rodney to his feet and kissed him. He'd listened to Sam when she'd given notes on kissing - no dueling tongues, just deep kisses that went on and on. He cupped Rodney's face in his hands and kissed him like they kissed at home, in their own bed. John phased out and forgot about the cameras entirely, and he probably kissed Rodney longer than the script indicated. He didn't care, though. He just lost himself in Rodney's mouth - quick and mobile, with lips that were fuller and softer than they looked.
Finally, he pulled back, remembering that he had lines. "Turn around," he growled, trying to put some of the urgency he felt into the words. Rodney turned around and grasped the shelf, bending over further to give John more room. Rodney's pants were mostly off, but John's were just pushed down to mid-thigh.
"Oh, god. Fuck me," Rodney groaned, and it sounded just like Rodney said it at home, like he said it when John had him bent over the couch or sitting in his lap with John's cock buried in him.
John scrabbled in his tac vest for the handy lube, then stopped and stepped back.
"Cut!" Sam called. She came over to them and smacked John on the shoulder. "Why'd you stop? That was perfect."
John looked at her. "Don't we need to do the lube thing?"
"No magically appearing lube," Simpson said from where she was shooting with the handheld through the back side of the shelves.
"Right," Sam said. "We want to see you put it in him, and take your time. Lots of fingering. And, while we're at it, no position-go-round, absolutely no ass-slapping, no facials or extreme close-ups of your junk; don't do that thing where you put your hand on the back of your neck to flex your muscles, no spitting of any kind, and you come in him. Got it?"
"I guess," John said. He muttered under his breath, "This is the weirdest porn shoot ever."
Sam looked up, her eyes sweeping over the crew. "Take five," she told them. She waved her hand at John and Rodney, who took it as permission to pull their pants up. She led them over to the video village and they all sat down. Sam leaned forward with her hands on her knees.
"I think I might have been remiss here," she said. "Someone should have explained this to you on day one. GPFG stands for Gay Porn For Girls. The movies we make are directed at a female audience, and the female audience wants different things from their porn."
"Why would women want to watch two men fuck?" Rodney asked.
"Why would men want to watch two women?" she countered.
"Oh," Rodney said. "If one's nice, two's better, huh?"
"Exactly!" Sam beamed at him.
"I don't like watching two women," John said.
"That's because you're very, very gay," Rodney said, patting his knee. John shrugged.
"See," Sam said. "That's why we have plot and scripts and production values. Things are different here because our market is very selective. They don't necessarily want to see the same things men do. They want you to be into each other, not staring off into the distance or at your own cock. That's why we use real-life couples whenever we can."
"Is there really a market for this stuff?" Rodney asked.
"We made three and a half million dollars on five movies last year. Profit, not gross."
John gave a low whistle. "Okay, then. Finger him, fuck him, come in him. I can totally do that."
"Good," Sam said, clapping her hands once. "Do that. And make it last at least twelve minutes."
~ end scene
Scene 12
Interior, storage room set; same crew. [some dialogue taken from my story Don't Make Me.]
This time, John scrabbled for the lube in his tac vest and got it open. He leaned down and kissed the small of Rodney's back as he wet his fingers, moving over to bite his hip and then the upper curve of his ass. Rodney moaned, and it made John's cock even harder. He made sure to step back enough to let Simpson get into place - not too close - before he teased the first finger into Rodney's ass. Rodney pushed back and John's finger slid in all the way. He turned it and crooked it, hearing Rodney's gasp and feeling his thighs shake.
"Oh," Rodney moaned. "That's good. Please, more. God."
John could tell he was trying really hard not to moan his name. He worked another finger into Rodney, drawing it out, teasing like he did on the occasions when he tied Rodney to their headboard and tormented him mercilessly. Rodney rewarded him by going to pieces under him, arching his back up into the hand John was holding him down with and panting and moaning out loud.
"Are you ready for three?" John asked.
"Yes. Jesus, get on with it." Rodney sounded just as impatient as when they were alone, and John licked all the way up his spine before giving him the third finger. He played with Rodney for a few minutes more, then pulled back to lube his cock, making a show of it for the camera. Finally, he lined himself up.
He pushed the head in, then stayed there, moving back in tandem with Rodney, who was trying to push back against him and get him all the way in. "Easy," John said. "Wait for me." He moved in short, quick strokes, working the head in and out.
"Fuck me," Rodney groaned. "Please."
John slid in as slowly as he could manage. He lost himself then, just like he had in the kissing. He grabbed Rodney's hips and fucked him - slow for a while, then faster, bringing Rodney up to the edge and then backing him off. He teased and played, unaware of the breathy, whimpery moans coming from his own mouth, hearing only the noises Rodney was making.
He shoved in hard, then pulled back before starting to pound into Rodney, making the metal shelving shake under Rodney's fierce grip. "Almost there," he said. "Jerk yourself off." Almost like an afterthought, John remembered the script.
"Don't make me," John groaned, each word coming out in time with his thrusts. "Don't make me have to come back without you. Don't make me lose you."
"Don't make me," John gasped again, and Rodney clenched his eyes shut and pressed his forehead to the wooden edge of the shelf.
"I won't," he managed to grit out. "I pr..promise." And John came hard, feeling the clench of Rodney's ass that told him he'd come, too. He fleetingly hoped that Simpson had caught it on film.
They slowed down, finally coming to a stop. John pulled out and turned Rodney around, kissing him slowly and thoroughly as they both came down from the endorphin high. Rodney found paper towels on the shelf and wiped them both up before they helped each other pull their clothing back together.
John kissed Rodney hard on the mouth, then walked to the door. "I'll go first," he said, opening the door a crack and looking out into the fake corridor. "I'll see you later, right?" he said, smiling almost shyly at Rodney.
Rodney nodded and watched him go, then straightened his vest. He put his hand on th doorknob and smiled to himself.
"Cut and print!" Sam yelled. The crew, more than one of whom looked flushed and flustered, broke into spontaneous applause.
~ Fade out