P.S. (Porn Stars) [3]
Title: P.S. (Porn Stars)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [3/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: comedy, romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Dear Lover,
All the wonderful times we have spent together have been a gift to me. From sharing ice cream under the cherry blossom tree to falling asleep in your arms, the memory of love will forever mark my soul. Please be mine forever and always.
P.S. I am a porn star.
A/N: Yes, I did change the summary. >D
Previous chapters
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P.S. Indulge in Glamour
Order spaghetti and look like a slut or order the salad and look like a prude?
Spaghetti was messy. Good, but messy. But how would it look to trek all the way to an expensive Italian restaurant with a guy so attractive, Yoochun had to resist the urge to rub it in Changmin's face and only order the salad?
What kind of message did lettuce and dressing send on a date? 'Hi. I'm Yoochun. I'm safe and predictable, yet spectacularly bland.' But spaghetti sauce stains on his tie was just...
Should he wear a tie? Junsu didn't seem like the fancy type. But it was a pretty upscale restaurant. Bet a cup of water cost 15,000 won.
Walking in with jeans was completely out. But would it be too much to pair a nice shirt and slacks with sneakers? Would that say, 'I'm sexy, yet laid back' or 'I don't give a shit about you and your damn pasta?' Italian restaurants don't normally use chopsticks, right?
"Yoochun. Your face."
Yoochun blinked. "Huh?"
"Your face." Onew whined from his director's chair. He propped his chin up on one hand, his elbow leaning despondently on his knee. He looked like he might cry any minute. "Your character's life isn't like mine. Act like you like it."
"My life or the sex?"
"Booooth." Onew buried his face in his hands. Yoochun couldn't tell if he was sobbing quietly or just tired. It was hard to tell with Onew. Jonghyun the assistant immediately whipped out a handkerchief and dutifully held it hovering two inches away from Onew's face until the director needed it.
"Is it alright?" Without breaking his pace, Yoochun's partner bucked his hips forward, clutching Yoochun's hips firmly.
Yoochun had been on all fours for quite a while now and his knees could use a break. "It's fine. I'm just a little distracted."
"Ya, Yoochun!" Onew suddenly burst amidst enormous tears. "You've been stupid all day. Why are you doing this to me? Yunho, just finish him off already! Why is everything in my life a liiie?!" He snatched Jonghyun's handkerchief and loudly blew his nose. Jonghyun busily scribbled some notes on a small notepad.
"Ready?" Yunho's hands ran up Yoochun's spine. One yanked at a chunk of Yoochun's hair as his thrusts picked up the pace.
"Whatever Onew wants." Ignoring the sobs of a frighteningly emotional director, Yoochun twisted his face from one blank with pre-date-with-a-hot-ass-and-I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself thoughts, to one of immense pleasure.
He could swear he heard the cameraman's stomach growl while he hovered over them, zooming in where Yunho's cock repeatedly met Yoochun's ass. Sadly, it was already well past noon. The scriptwriter quietly darted around the corner of the living room to the kitchen to snag whatever was in the fridge.
The lighting coordinator leaning against a wall yawned so wide his jaw popped. Jonghyun watched the scene unperturbed with a hand distractedly resting on Onew's shaking shoulder, scribbled down more notes, then rubbed Onew's shoulder again.
Jaejoong sat nearby, legs crossed, looking at a script in his lap while he waited for his threesome scene after Yunho was finished filming with Yoochun. His third partner hadn't even shown up yet. He held a bottle of water in one hand, a crystal butt plug in the other and looked bored as hell.
Yup. This was the glamourous life of porn.
But Yoochun couldn't complain much. It paid well and was honestly kind of fun on most days. It was a bit like getting paid to play a favorite sport. But there was no mandatory, exhaustive training and such outside of work in order to keep up and stay in the game. Although, he sometimes wondered how often other porn stars got to practice their 'craft' off the set. As of late, Yoochun hadn't had much practice at all...
His cries of ecstasy went on automatic, completely devoid of any real enthusiasm but the viewers would probably be too horny at this point to notice anyway. Yoochun comfortably let his mind drift again.
It wasn't like Yunho wasn't skilled. In fact, he was considered one of the best in the industry and had won more awards than Yoochun could care to count. But his style was rough and aggressive and Yoochun preferred to simply enjoy sex, rather than wrestle.
"Oh fuck, U-Know..."
Not that it didn't feel absolutely exquisite. It seemed like Yunho was naturally drawn to all Yoochun's sweet spots and just attacked them relentlessly. But with all Yunho's yanking and pulling and myriad of positions, he ended up making Yoochun work too much. Then again, maybe Yoochun was just lazy.
But since Yoochun's manager had worked hard to get him in a movie with two of the best performers in the industry, he figured he'd suck it up and let Yunho do his thing. His manager was always telling Yoochun he could really live up to his potential and win awards and achieve fame if he had more confidence.
But Yoochun didn't mind either way. This job was flexible, paid well and sex was always fun. Plus, he got to meet cool people like Changmin. He was perfectly happy where he was.
Yunho's other hand dropped down to Yoochun's stomach and slid down to his member. The moment he grabbed it and gave it an abrupt stroke toward the floor, Yoochun's mind fuzzed.
He plowed into Yoochun with short, powerful thrusts and stroked him off relentlessly with one hand roughly pulling Yoochun's head back by the roots of his hair.
"Cum, Micky." It was a short, gruff command, one Yoochun would soon obey whether he planned it or not.
Gee, gee, gee, gee baby, baby, baby, gee, gee...
A loud, unrestrained groaned rippled throughout the room in a highly irritated chorus. Yunho's was probably the loudest.
"Who's cell phone is that?!" Onew wailed. Jonghyun was waving at a staff member to get him a muffin. "You know those are supposed to be off when we're filming!"
"Umm..." Yoochun gaged whether or not Yunho or a staff member would start throwing things at him. The threat of limp cocks while filming was the enemy of every porn scene in progress. In a situation like this, actors could get so irritated, they'd need to pop Viagra pills to get it up again and the rest of the scene would be ruined while hungry staff members just wanted to finish and go home. "Sorry. I'll turn it off."
Yunho slipped out of him and Yoochun scurried to find his tinkling cell phone buried, deep, deep within his duffle bag underneath his street clothes, of course. By the time his ringtone reached the second verse, Yoochun vowed that he would change his ringtone soon.
When he finally found his cell, he bit his lip when he read the screen. No way he could ignore this. He braced himself for a possible flying lamp.
"Umm," He glanced at Onew who was crying too hard to glare properly. "Can we take a quick...break?"
Another collective groan, louder this time, accompanied by acidic glares that made Yoochun's skin prickle. He especially avoided eye contact with Yunho, who was probably the most burdened by the situation. Yoochun ran into a nearby bathroom and locked the door before the angry mob could capture him and burn him at a stake.
Yoochun clutched the phone to his ear. "Hey, mom..."
"Chunnie~" The older woman chirped. He could hear pots and pans and steam in the background. "How is my favorite son?"
"Isn't he studying in the states? You should call him and ask." Part of Yoochun wanted to smile and enjoy joking around with his mother. But the other half wanted to take a cold shower and then drown himself.
"Oh! That's just what I wanted to talk to you about. Yoohwan is visiting."
"Really? When?"
"Now! Say hi, Yoohwannie."
"Mom, the dumplings are burning."
"Omo!"
Any other day, Yoochun could listen to his mom fail at life forever. But now was not the best time. He could not begin to describe in words how utterly uncomfortable it was to hold a conversation with his mother and little brother while naked and decreasingly hard.
"You still there, Yoochun?"
He really wished he wasn't. "Yeah."
"Yoohwan isn't staying for long. You have to visit before he leaves, okay?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Are you busy today?"
"Umm, a little..."
"Work again, baby?"
"Yeah..."
"Why is it that you're always busy with work when I want to see you?"
Yoochun only worked for a few hours a few times a week, so there was only one reason why his timing could be this bad so consistently: God was punishing him. "Well, you know..."
"Can't you ask your boss for the rest of the day off?"
"That would be difficult..."
"Didn't Yoochun get promoted?" Yoohwan's voice piped in the background.
"Yoochunnie! Is this true?" His mother gasped.
It wasn't a complete lie. Yoochun's character had gotten promoted a few scenes back. And then he had vigorously fucked his 'boss' into the desk. "Yes?"
"That's great, Chunnie!"
"Not that great."
"Are you kidding? I'm so proud of you! Why didn't you tell me?"
He leaned his forehead against the cool, tiled wall and let out a sigh. The only reason he didn't bang his head against it was because the incessant, dull knocking on the other side of the wall seemed to be doing it for him. "Like I said, it's not that great."
"I'm so glad you can be such a strong role model for your little brother. You have to work hard and get a good job at a global health insurance company like your brother, okay, Yoohwan?"
Yoochun's chest felt tight. "It's not a big deal. Really."
"You have to be infuriatingly modest like your brother, too, okay, Yoohwan?"
"Mom, I--"
"Right there, ugh, ugh..."
Yoochun stumbled back against the sink. He stared at the wall he'd been leaning against. What the hell?
"Yoochun?" His mom said curiously. "What's going on?"
Were they already filming the next scene? But the room next to the bathroom was just a big closet and Yoochun was pretty sure the next scene was supposed to be filmed in the pool house.
"Uh, nothing, Mom. Just--"
"Harder, harder. Oh fuck!"
"Is someone with you, Yoochun?" She was beginning to sound concerned. "I didn't get you in trouble at work, did I?"
That boat had sailed long ago. Onew would probably have Jonghyun execute Yoochun's cell phone the moment Yoochun came out of the bathroom. But what was going on in the next room? "Um, Mom? Can I call you back?"
The muffled moans crescendoed through the thin wall and the thumping on the other side became quicker and more frantic.
"Park Yoochun.... Are you watching naughty videos?"
"BYE, Mom."
Beep.
Yoochun exited the bathroom. Next time he saw his mom, he'd have to pretend the last part of that conversation never happened.
Once he closed the bathroom door behind him, he surveyed the living room. Onew nibbled at a muffin while curled up in a ball in a corner while Jonghyun calmly scribbled notes beside him. Staff members milled about, adjusting things for the scene. A couple of them glared at Yoochun. The rest made a point not to look a him as if pretending he didn't exist made their lives less burdensome. But it definitely didn't seem like there was a scene going on.
The wall between the bathroom and the closet must be much thinner than the one separating it from the living room because it was considerably quieter on this side. Yoochun casually eased over to the other side of the door where it was open just a crack. He peered inside.
Yoochun had managed to catch the flourishing finale of quite a spectacle.
With a few more resounding thrusts, Yunho bucked almost violently into a man against the wall whose legs were wrapped tightly around his waist til Yunho froze with a strangled grunt, back muscles taut and glistening with sweat. Arms and hands wrapped tight around his neck, gripping a fistful of Yunho's hair, knuckles blanched. His face was buried in the crook of Yunho's neck.
For a number of long seconds, neither naked body moved, as if frozen in time. But Yoochun could see the man's arms shaking and Yunho's legs quaked faintly with the force of their climax.
In a collective exhale, both men went limp. Yunho fell forward, pressing his partner into the wall to keep from collapsing altogether. Both only gasped a few starved breaths of air before the man took Yunho's face into his hands and kissed him so hard, Yoochun's teeth almost hurt. It was at this point, he revealed enough of his face for Yoochun to nearly disconnect his jaw from his head.
Moaning softly, Jaejoong ended the kiss with a sultry lick at the corner of Yunho's mouth. They watched each other, faces flushed and noses mere millimeters away until Yunho seemed to grow impatient and went in for another kiss.
But Jaejoong kept turning his head just out of reach. Dark eyes framed with sweat-damp bangs, he watched Yunho fruitlessly chase his lips with a teasing smile.
He then unraveled himself from Yunho's waist and managed to escape Yunho's groping hands. Silently, Jaejoong began to get dressed while Yunho took a random jacket off a rack and used it to wipe the pearl white stains off his abdomen.
The moment Jaejoong was fully dressed with his belt clasped secure around his waist, he suddenly pressed a hand into Yunho's still bare chest, pushing him against the wall again and attached himself to his lips. They kissed so deep, Yoochun thought someone would drown while Jaejoong softly ran his hands through Yunho's hair tousled beyond repair.
Jaejoong's hand dropped down, one finger sliding against Yunho's muscled chest until all five fingers wrapped around his limp cock and began to stroke. Yunho's breath started to quicken and his hands settled on Jaejoong's lower back had begun to grab fistfuls of his shirt, ready to rip it off again for round two.
But once Yunho was nice and hard in Jaejoong's hand, the man bit Yunho's bottom lip and pulled back, somehow slipping away from Yunho's commanding clutches. He pressed his index finger to the tip of Yunho's flustered, fully inflated cock with a smile.
"Remember me while you're filming, hmm?"
And with that, he turned and headed for the door.
Yoochun was still trying to pick bits of his mind off the floor.
Yoochun had long learned to ignore all the possible stereotypes a person might concoct to describe a porn star. The truth was most of them were normal people.
No insane sex parties every night, no instant, constant sex with whatever random people they'd pass in their daily lives like hopeless nymphomaniacs, no secret S&M dungeons in their basements.
Yes, many of them were a bit more sexual than your everyday working man or woman. A select few were just as outlandishly sexual as one would expect them to be. Heechul was a prime example. And maybe some had more vibrators than most. Not to mention it was generally more challenging to hold outside romantic relationships, but overall they were average human beings.
Moreover, most porn stars didn't hold private practice sessions with each other. They show up on set, fuck or get fucked by or with whomever while smiling for the camera and then they go home. It's generally a professional atmosphere.
So there was only one possible explanation for why Yunho and Jaejoong had just thoroughly screwed each other secretly in a closet, why Yunho looked at Jaejoong that way, why Jaejoong proudly sauntered away with trickles of Yunho's cum still streaming beneath the inner seams his jeans.
They were dating.
It kind of made sense now. Yunho and Jaejoong were considered the best in the industry. A scene with the two of them together was extremely sought after for their intensity and effortless sex appeal and they naturally dominated in DVD sales. In fact, they had won Best Couple at the Woody Awards three years in a row.
After Yoochun's manager had recently managed to get him in scenes with them on multiple occasions, he'd kept encouraging Yoochun to 'kiss my ass,' as he had so eloquently stated.
But Yoochun and probably everyone else had just assumed that their chemistry simply came from the fact that the two were excellent performers individually and thus filmed well no matter who they were paired with. Now Yoochun had just discovered that they were the best because they had feelings for each other. Perhaps even loved each other? How long had this been going on?
Just as Jaejoong pushed the door open, Yoochun gave a shallow gasp and nearly threw his cell phone across the room trying to look natural. Like he wasn't just spying on the juiciest bit of porn gossip since Heechul was rumored to have been hired as an escort for the prime minister of Japan.
Jaejoong eyed Yoochun with a raised eyebrow.
Yoochun clutched his cell and gulped. "I-I'm ready now."
Jaejoong watched him emotionlessly. "And?"
"Um, well, I--"
"Don't tell me. Tell him." Jaejoong gestured at the closet door behind him. He found his seat next to the director's and continued looking over his script, legs crossed, water bottle and butt plug in hand and bored as hell once again.
Yunho came out of the closet, still naked but standing perfectly erect and certainly not because of Yoochun's earlier scene. He walked passed Jaejoong's chair, disappeared into the kitchen and reemerged with a bottle of water. He leaned against a wall with his erection coincidentally pointed in Jaejoong's direction and casually sipped his water like nothing was out of the ordinary at all.
The staff would just think he was phenomenal for holding an erection that long throughout so much down time caused by a cell phone ringtone with less sex appeal than a Care Bear. Yoochun would seriously have to change that thing soon.
Fascinating. Porn didn't require you to be an amazing actor. Just stay hard for an hour or so til the director tells you to cum. But the way Yunho and Jaejoong sat there as if they hadn't just spent ten minutes in a closet spilling themselves all over their colleague deserved an Oscar.
"YA!" Onew had finished his muffin. Yoochun could still see tears on his cheeks. "Why do you hate me?!"
"I don't. I'm actually quite fond of you."
"Don't lie to me! NO ONE LOVES ME! Just finish this scene QUICKLY! I wanna go home and punch my teddy bear!"
"Yes, sir."
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Yoochun had opted not to wear a tie.
Apparently, so had Junsu. But he did have a pair of Converses. He wasn't wearing them, though, which lead Yoochun to believe he had still somehow managed to fuck this date up.
Junsu was already sitting at a table and cocked his head with an embarrassed smile. "Is it rude to have these things on the table?"
Yoochun found his seat across the table, willing himself not to check Junsu's feet and the diners around him just to get a feel of whether he was dressed properly or not. "Maybe just a little."
Junsu picked the sneakers off the table and held them out toward Yoochun. "Then you should do something with them. Since they're yours."
"Um, no they're not."
"I helped ruin your shoes that day so now these Converses are yours. Take them. The waiters are staring at me."
Shoes on a first date? Yoochun hadn't even expected flowers.
He continued to protest but Junsu just insisted with a smile that it was the least he could do. When the waiter showed up to take their order, Yoochun still did not consider the conversation over.
But as he was looking through the menu, Junsu quietly slid the pair of shoes in a box beneath the table under Yoochun's chair. While waiting for their orders, Yoochun had completely forgotten about the shoes. He had almost forgotten about the food.
They talked the entire time. About the news, about TV shows, about music, about folk legends, about music, about folk music, about Kim Yuna, about video games, about traveling, about family, about friends, about college, about meteorology, about cell phones, about music, about anything and everything.
There was never a lull because with Junsu there was always something they had in common, something they disagreed on or something to laugh about. It was the single most perfect date Yoochun had ever experienced. By the time he was halfway through his spaghetti (Which was also perfect, by the way. No shirt-stains yet), he was beginning to think that maybe they maybe they had been best friends in a past life.
"I'm sorry. But that's hilarious."
"Oh gosh..."
"And you've never gone ever since?" Yoochun grinned. He only vaguely wondered if there might be spaghetti stuck between his teeth. He took a sip of water. Just in case.
Junsu pouted. "I was traumatized, okay? That kind of thing has never happened to me before."
"Well, when you go to a club, getting felt up is kind of inevitable. But mostly for girls..."
"Don't remind me." Junsu ran a hand through his hair, cheeks tinted pink but he still smiled.
"You should go clubbing with me. I'll make sure you're not molested by hundreds of perverts this time."
"I don't believe you."
"Oh come on. Why not?"
"Cause I suspect you'll be just like all the other perverts." Junsu challenged playfully.
"But I'd be the only pervert. And you'd like it." Yoochun wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated effort to be comically greasy. Although, Changmin often told him he didn't really have to try.
Junsu laughed. "Sounds like fun."
"Seriously? Because I know this really good club down in Hongdae."
"And you promise I won't get felt up by strangers?"
"I promise you won't get felt up. By strangers."
"Then it's a date."
"It's a date."
"Is it weird that we're planning for a second date in the middle of our first one?"
Yoochun grinned. "It just means I did something right. Now all I have to worry about is whether or not I'll get a kiss at the door."
Junsu bit his lip. "Well--"
"Excuse me."
Yoochun glanced up at a young man who had materialized next to their table. He was holding a piece of paper and pen and was nervously shifting from foot to foot while looking around the room frantically. "You in the mood for dessert, Junsu?"
"If it means we don't have to go home, yet." Junsu teased.
Yoochun resisted the urge to jump on the table and start singing show tunes. "Great. We'll have the--"
"Um, I'm not a waiter." The young man sounded flustered. His hands shook so much, his paper crumpled in his hands.
Yoochun blinked. "Then why--"
"Can I have an autograph?"
If Yoochun had had food in his mouth, he would have choked and almost surely died. Junsu frowned and looked between the young man and Yoochun, clearly puzzled.
It wasn't the first time Yoochun had been asked for an autograph in public. But it didn't happen often since Yoochun wasn't exactly a movie star. He wasn't even a porn star. He was a gay porn star.
Yoochun took gulps from his water glass the size of fists. "Ummmmm, s-sure." He took the crumpled paper from the guy's hand and avoided Junsu's bewildered gaze. This guy barely looked old enough to watch his videos but anything to get him far away from the table as quickly as possible. "Who am I making this out to?"
"T-Taemin." The young man stuttered, blushing furiously. He glanced at Junsu who only stared back blankly. "Do you work with him, too?"
"Um, no." Yoochun reached for the paper and pen in Taemin's hand but the boy cluelessly held them just out of reach.
Taemin's wide eyes darted between Yoochun and Junsu in nervous wonder. "So, people like you date?"
Junsu raised an eyebrow. If only the kid would just give him the paper. Yoochun stretched farther, slowly getting desperate while making great effort not to look like an insane person. Just a little bit closer...
Taemin cast his eyes to the floor. His ears went dark pink. "O-or are you just together for the s-se--"
Got it. "OKAY, Taemin, was it?" Yoochun smacked the paper he had just snatched from the young man's anxious fingers against the table so hard, silverware rattled and people at a few surrounding tables began to stare.
After Yoochun scrawled his signature and handed it back, Taemin bowed 90 degrees about twenty times before backing out of the restaurant skittishly, nearly tripping a waiter with a platter of something piled with Alfredo.
"What was that all about?" Junsu looked perplexed but amused nonetheless.
"Ah, nothing." Yoochun scraped at his plate with a fork but he had already finished his meal not long ago.
"Come on." Junsu leaned on the table with growing interest. "Am I dating a world idol or something and didn't even know it? Tell me."
"It was nothing. Really. Don't worry about it." Yoochun gulped the last of his water glass. Where was that damn waiter?
"Do people like you date?" Junsu eyed him suspiciously. "Who's 'people like you?' What was he talking about?"
"Ummmmm..." It didn't look like the waiter was going to show anytime soon. No tips for you, then. "It's just... I'm not famous, per se..."
"Go on." Junsu propped his chin up on his palm.
Yoochun began tearing away bits of his napkin and turning them into paper snow flurries. "I don't usually get fans that are so openly enthralled by what I do..."
"Uh-huh."
"Since I'm a...lecturer on Japanese, um, trade and all."
Junsu frowned. "A lecturer?"
Yoochun cleared his throat three times. "Yeah. I have a website. I upload videos now and then. I guess some of my, uh, pupils are just really into learning about the industry."
"So what did he mean by 'people like you dating?'"
"How much ass do you think a nerdy online lecturer would get? It's not the sexiest subject in the world." Yoochun laughed. Or coughed. He hoped it sounded a lot more joyful to Junsu's ears.
Junsu gave a slow smile. "I dunno. It's kind of a turn on."
"So you go for nerdy guys with no social life?"
Junsu shrugged. "I find it endearing."
"In that case, I have a collection of pocket protectors and suspenders in my closet. Did I mention I also have a poster of Einstein hanging over my bed?"
At that point, Yoochun was grateful for any kind of distraction. Even if it did mean Junsu walked away from that date thinking Yoochun was a lot more socially hopeless that he truthfully was.
He convinced himself that the only reason he didn't receive that kiss at the door when Yoochun dropped him off was because Junsu was laughing too hard at something he'd said and had had so much fun that he'd forgotten all about the suspicious fan and Yoochun's lips.
Four
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [3/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: comedy, romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
Dear Lover,
All the wonderful times we have spent together have been a gift to me. From sharing ice cream under the cherry blossom tree to falling asleep in your arms, the memory of love will forever mark my soul. Please be mine forever and always.
P.S. I am a porn star.
A/N: Yes, I did change the summary. >D
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P.S. Indulge in Glamour
Order spaghetti and look like a slut or order the salad and look like a prude?
Spaghetti was messy. Good, but messy. But how would it look to trek all the way to an expensive Italian restaurant with a guy so attractive, Yoochun had to resist the urge to rub it in Changmin's face and only order the salad?
What kind of message did lettuce and dressing send on a date? 'Hi. I'm Yoochun. I'm safe and predictable, yet spectacularly bland.' But spaghetti sauce stains on his tie was just...
Should he wear a tie? Junsu didn't seem like the fancy type. But it was a pretty upscale restaurant. Bet a cup of water cost 15,000 won.
Walking in with jeans was completely out. But would it be too much to pair a nice shirt and slacks with sneakers? Would that say, 'I'm sexy, yet laid back' or 'I don't give a shit about you and your damn pasta?' Italian restaurants don't normally use chopsticks, right?
"Yoochun. Your face."
Yoochun blinked. "Huh?"
"Your face." Onew whined from his director's chair. He propped his chin up on one hand, his elbow leaning despondently on his knee. He looked like he might cry any minute. "Your character's life isn't like mine. Act like you like it."
"My life or the sex?"
"Booooth." Onew buried his face in his hands. Yoochun couldn't tell if he was sobbing quietly or just tired. It was hard to tell with Onew. Jonghyun the assistant immediately whipped out a handkerchief and dutifully held it hovering two inches away from Onew's face until the director needed it.
"Is it alright?" Without breaking his pace, Yoochun's partner bucked his hips forward, clutching Yoochun's hips firmly.
Yoochun had been on all fours for quite a while now and his knees could use a break. "It's fine. I'm just a little distracted."
"Ya, Yoochun!" Onew suddenly burst amidst enormous tears. "You've been stupid all day. Why are you doing this to me? Yunho, just finish him off already! Why is everything in my life a liiie?!" He snatched Jonghyun's handkerchief and loudly blew his nose. Jonghyun busily scribbled some notes on a small notepad.
"Ready?" Yunho's hands ran up Yoochun's spine. One yanked at a chunk of Yoochun's hair as his thrusts picked up the pace.
"Whatever Onew wants." Ignoring the sobs of a frighteningly emotional director, Yoochun twisted his face from one blank with pre-date-with-a-hot-ass-and-I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself thoughts, to one of immense pleasure.
He could swear he heard the cameraman's stomach growl while he hovered over them, zooming in where Yunho's cock repeatedly met Yoochun's ass. Sadly, it was already well past noon. The scriptwriter quietly darted around the corner of the living room to the kitchen to snag whatever was in the fridge.
The lighting coordinator leaning against a wall yawned so wide his jaw popped. Jonghyun watched the scene unperturbed with a hand distractedly resting on Onew's shaking shoulder, scribbled down more notes, then rubbed Onew's shoulder again.
Jaejoong sat nearby, legs crossed, looking at a script in his lap while he waited for his threesome scene after Yunho was finished filming with Yoochun. His third partner hadn't even shown up yet. He held a bottle of water in one hand, a crystal butt plug in the other and looked bored as hell.
Yup. This was the glamourous life of porn.
But Yoochun couldn't complain much. It paid well and was honestly kind of fun on most days. It was a bit like getting paid to play a favorite sport. But there was no mandatory, exhaustive training and such outside of work in order to keep up and stay in the game. Although, he sometimes wondered how often other porn stars got to practice their 'craft' off the set. As of late, Yoochun hadn't had much practice at all...
His cries of ecstasy went on automatic, completely devoid of any real enthusiasm but the viewers would probably be too horny at this point to notice anyway. Yoochun comfortably let his mind drift again.
It wasn't like Yunho wasn't skilled. In fact, he was considered one of the best in the industry and had won more awards than Yoochun could care to count. But his style was rough and aggressive and Yoochun preferred to simply enjoy sex, rather than wrestle.
"Oh fuck, U-Know..."
Not that it didn't feel absolutely exquisite. It seemed like Yunho was naturally drawn to all Yoochun's sweet spots and just attacked them relentlessly. But with all Yunho's yanking and pulling and myriad of positions, he ended up making Yoochun work too much. Then again, maybe Yoochun was just lazy.
But since Yoochun's manager had worked hard to get him in a movie with two of the best performers in the industry, he figured he'd suck it up and let Yunho do his thing. His manager was always telling Yoochun he could really live up to his potential and win awards and achieve fame if he had more confidence.
But Yoochun didn't mind either way. This job was flexible, paid well and sex was always fun. Plus, he got to meet cool people like Changmin. He was perfectly happy where he was.
Yunho's other hand dropped down to Yoochun's stomach and slid down to his member. The moment he grabbed it and gave it an abrupt stroke toward the floor, Yoochun's mind fuzzed.
He plowed into Yoochun with short, powerful thrusts and stroked him off relentlessly with one hand roughly pulling Yoochun's head back by the roots of his hair.
"Cum, Micky." It was a short, gruff command, one Yoochun would soon obey whether he planned it or not.
Gee, gee, gee, gee baby, baby, baby, gee, gee...
A loud, unrestrained groaned rippled throughout the room in a highly irritated chorus. Yunho's was probably the loudest.
"Who's cell phone is that?!" Onew wailed. Jonghyun was waving at a staff member to get him a muffin. "You know those are supposed to be off when we're filming!"
"Umm..." Yoochun gaged whether or not Yunho or a staff member would start throwing things at him. The threat of limp cocks while filming was the enemy of every porn scene in progress. In a situation like this, actors could get so irritated, they'd need to pop Viagra pills to get it up again and the rest of the scene would be ruined while hungry staff members just wanted to finish and go home. "Sorry. I'll turn it off."
Yunho slipped out of him and Yoochun scurried to find his tinkling cell phone buried, deep, deep within his duffle bag underneath his street clothes, of course. By the time his ringtone reached the second verse, Yoochun vowed that he would change his ringtone soon.
When he finally found his cell, he bit his lip when he read the screen. No way he could ignore this. He braced himself for a possible flying lamp.
"Umm," He glanced at Onew who was crying too hard to glare properly. "Can we take a quick...break?"
Another collective groan, louder this time, accompanied by acidic glares that made Yoochun's skin prickle. He especially avoided eye contact with Yunho, who was probably the most burdened by the situation. Yoochun ran into a nearby bathroom and locked the door before the angry mob could capture him and burn him at a stake.
Yoochun clutched the phone to his ear. "Hey, mom..."
"Chunnie~" The older woman chirped. He could hear pots and pans and steam in the background. "How is my favorite son?"
"Isn't he studying in the states? You should call him and ask." Part of Yoochun wanted to smile and enjoy joking around with his mother. But the other half wanted to take a cold shower and then drown himself.
"Oh! That's just what I wanted to talk to you about. Yoohwan is visiting."
"Really? When?"
"Now! Say hi, Yoohwannie."
"Mom, the dumplings are burning."
"Omo!"
Any other day, Yoochun could listen to his mom fail at life forever. But now was not the best time. He could not begin to describe in words how utterly uncomfortable it was to hold a conversation with his mother and little brother while naked and decreasingly hard.
"You still there, Yoochun?"
He really wished he wasn't. "Yeah."
"Yoohwan isn't staying for long. You have to visit before he leaves, okay?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Are you busy today?"
"Umm, a little..."
"Work again, baby?"
"Yeah..."
"Why is it that you're always busy with work when I want to see you?"
Yoochun only worked for a few hours a few times a week, so there was only one reason why his timing could be this bad so consistently: God was punishing him. "Well, you know..."
"Can't you ask your boss for the rest of the day off?"
"That would be difficult..."
"Didn't Yoochun get promoted?" Yoohwan's voice piped in the background.
"Yoochunnie! Is this true?" His mother gasped.
It wasn't a complete lie. Yoochun's character had gotten promoted a few scenes back. And then he had vigorously fucked his 'boss' into the desk. "Yes?"
"That's great, Chunnie!"
"Not that great."
"Are you kidding? I'm so proud of you! Why didn't you tell me?"
He leaned his forehead against the cool, tiled wall and let out a sigh. The only reason he didn't bang his head against it was because the incessant, dull knocking on the other side of the wall seemed to be doing it for him. "Like I said, it's not that great."
"I'm so glad you can be such a strong role model for your little brother. You have to work hard and get a good job at a global health insurance company like your brother, okay, Yoohwan?"
Yoochun's chest felt tight. "It's not a big deal. Really."
"You have to be infuriatingly modest like your brother, too, okay, Yoohwan?"
"Mom, I--"
"Right there, ugh, ugh..."
Yoochun stumbled back against the sink. He stared at the wall he'd been leaning against. What the hell?
"Yoochun?" His mom said curiously. "What's going on?"
Were they already filming the next scene? But the room next to the bathroom was just a big closet and Yoochun was pretty sure the next scene was supposed to be filmed in the pool house.
"Uh, nothing, Mom. Just--"
"Harder, harder. Oh fuck!"
"Is someone with you, Yoochun?" She was beginning to sound concerned. "I didn't get you in trouble at work, did I?"
That boat had sailed long ago. Onew would probably have Jonghyun execute Yoochun's cell phone the moment Yoochun came out of the bathroom. But what was going on in the next room? "Um, Mom? Can I call you back?"
The muffled moans crescendoed through the thin wall and the thumping on the other side became quicker and more frantic.
"Park Yoochun.... Are you watching naughty videos?"
"BYE, Mom."
Beep.
Yoochun exited the bathroom. Next time he saw his mom, he'd have to pretend the last part of that conversation never happened.
Once he closed the bathroom door behind him, he surveyed the living room. Onew nibbled at a muffin while curled up in a ball in a corner while Jonghyun calmly scribbled notes beside him. Staff members milled about, adjusting things for the scene. A couple of them glared at Yoochun. The rest made a point not to look a him as if pretending he didn't exist made their lives less burdensome. But it definitely didn't seem like there was a scene going on.
The wall between the bathroom and the closet must be much thinner than the one separating it from the living room because it was considerably quieter on this side. Yoochun casually eased over to the other side of the door where it was open just a crack. He peered inside.
Yoochun had managed to catch the flourishing finale of quite a spectacle.
With a few more resounding thrusts, Yunho bucked almost violently into a man against the wall whose legs were wrapped tightly around his waist til Yunho froze with a strangled grunt, back muscles taut and glistening with sweat. Arms and hands wrapped tight around his neck, gripping a fistful of Yunho's hair, knuckles blanched. His face was buried in the crook of Yunho's neck.
For a number of long seconds, neither naked body moved, as if frozen in time. But Yoochun could see the man's arms shaking and Yunho's legs quaked faintly with the force of their climax.
In a collective exhale, both men went limp. Yunho fell forward, pressing his partner into the wall to keep from collapsing altogether. Both only gasped a few starved breaths of air before the man took Yunho's face into his hands and kissed him so hard, Yoochun's teeth almost hurt. It was at this point, he revealed enough of his face for Yoochun to nearly disconnect his jaw from his head.
Moaning softly, Jaejoong ended the kiss with a sultry lick at the corner of Yunho's mouth. They watched each other, faces flushed and noses mere millimeters away until Yunho seemed to grow impatient and went in for another kiss.
But Jaejoong kept turning his head just out of reach. Dark eyes framed with sweat-damp bangs, he watched Yunho fruitlessly chase his lips with a teasing smile.
He then unraveled himself from Yunho's waist and managed to escape Yunho's groping hands. Silently, Jaejoong began to get dressed while Yunho took a random jacket off a rack and used it to wipe the pearl white stains off his abdomen.
The moment Jaejoong was fully dressed with his belt clasped secure around his waist, he suddenly pressed a hand into Yunho's still bare chest, pushing him against the wall again and attached himself to his lips. They kissed so deep, Yoochun thought someone would drown while Jaejoong softly ran his hands through Yunho's hair tousled beyond repair.
Jaejoong's hand dropped down, one finger sliding against Yunho's muscled chest until all five fingers wrapped around his limp cock and began to stroke. Yunho's breath started to quicken and his hands settled on Jaejoong's lower back had begun to grab fistfuls of his shirt, ready to rip it off again for round two.
But once Yunho was nice and hard in Jaejoong's hand, the man bit Yunho's bottom lip and pulled back, somehow slipping away from Yunho's commanding clutches. He pressed his index finger to the tip of Yunho's flustered, fully inflated cock with a smile.
"Remember me while you're filming, hmm?"
And with that, he turned and headed for the door.
Yoochun was still trying to pick bits of his mind off the floor.
Yoochun had long learned to ignore all the possible stereotypes a person might concoct to describe a porn star. The truth was most of them were normal people.
No insane sex parties every night, no instant, constant sex with whatever random people they'd pass in their daily lives like hopeless nymphomaniacs, no secret S&M dungeons in their basements.
Yes, many of them were a bit more sexual than your everyday working man or woman. A select few were just as outlandishly sexual as one would expect them to be. Heechul was a prime example. And maybe some had more vibrators than most. Not to mention it was generally more challenging to hold outside romantic relationships, but overall they were average human beings.
Moreover, most porn stars didn't hold private practice sessions with each other. They show up on set, fuck or get fucked by or with whomever while smiling for the camera and then they go home. It's generally a professional atmosphere.
So there was only one possible explanation for why Yunho and Jaejoong had just thoroughly screwed each other secretly in a closet, why Yunho looked at Jaejoong that way, why Jaejoong proudly sauntered away with trickles of Yunho's cum still streaming beneath the inner seams his jeans.
They were dating.
It kind of made sense now. Yunho and Jaejoong were considered the best in the industry. A scene with the two of them together was extremely sought after for their intensity and effortless sex appeal and they naturally dominated in DVD sales. In fact, they had won Best Couple at the Woody Awards three years in a row.
After Yoochun's manager had recently managed to get him in scenes with them on multiple occasions, he'd kept encouraging Yoochun to 'kiss my ass,' as he had so eloquently stated.
But Yoochun and probably everyone else had just assumed that their chemistry simply came from the fact that the two were excellent performers individually and thus filmed well no matter who they were paired with. Now Yoochun had just discovered that they were the best because they had feelings for each other. Perhaps even loved each other? How long had this been going on?
Just as Jaejoong pushed the door open, Yoochun gave a shallow gasp and nearly threw his cell phone across the room trying to look natural. Like he wasn't just spying on the juiciest bit of porn gossip since Heechul was rumored to have been hired as an escort for the prime minister of Japan.
Jaejoong eyed Yoochun with a raised eyebrow.
Yoochun clutched his cell and gulped. "I-I'm ready now."
Jaejoong watched him emotionlessly. "And?"
"Um, well, I--"
"Don't tell me. Tell him." Jaejoong gestured at the closet door behind him. He found his seat next to the director's and continued looking over his script, legs crossed, water bottle and butt plug in hand and bored as hell once again.
Yunho came out of the closet, still naked but standing perfectly erect and certainly not because of Yoochun's earlier scene. He walked passed Jaejoong's chair, disappeared into the kitchen and reemerged with a bottle of water. He leaned against a wall with his erection coincidentally pointed in Jaejoong's direction and casually sipped his water like nothing was out of the ordinary at all.
The staff would just think he was phenomenal for holding an erection that long throughout so much down time caused by a cell phone ringtone with less sex appeal than a Care Bear. Yoochun would seriously have to change that thing soon.
Fascinating. Porn didn't require you to be an amazing actor. Just stay hard for an hour or so til the director tells you to cum. But the way Yunho and Jaejoong sat there as if they hadn't just spent ten minutes in a closet spilling themselves all over their colleague deserved an Oscar.
"YA!" Onew had finished his muffin. Yoochun could still see tears on his cheeks. "Why do you hate me?!"
"I don't. I'm actually quite fond of you."
"Don't lie to me! NO ONE LOVES ME! Just finish this scene QUICKLY! I wanna go home and punch my teddy bear!"
"Yes, sir."
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Yoochun had opted not to wear a tie.
Apparently, so had Junsu. But he did have a pair of Converses. He wasn't wearing them, though, which lead Yoochun to believe he had still somehow managed to fuck this date up.
Junsu was already sitting at a table and cocked his head with an embarrassed smile. "Is it rude to have these things on the table?"
Yoochun found his seat across the table, willing himself not to check Junsu's feet and the diners around him just to get a feel of whether he was dressed properly or not. "Maybe just a little."
Junsu picked the sneakers off the table and held them out toward Yoochun. "Then you should do something with them. Since they're yours."
"Um, no they're not."
"I helped ruin your shoes that day so now these Converses are yours. Take them. The waiters are staring at me."
Shoes on a first date? Yoochun hadn't even expected flowers.
He continued to protest but Junsu just insisted with a smile that it was the least he could do. When the waiter showed up to take their order, Yoochun still did not consider the conversation over.
But as he was looking through the menu, Junsu quietly slid the pair of shoes in a box beneath the table under Yoochun's chair. While waiting for their orders, Yoochun had completely forgotten about the shoes. He had almost forgotten about the food.
They talked the entire time. About the news, about TV shows, about music, about folk legends, about music, about folk music, about Kim Yuna, about video games, about traveling, about family, about friends, about college, about meteorology, about cell phones, about music, about anything and everything.
There was never a lull because with Junsu there was always something they had in common, something they disagreed on or something to laugh about. It was the single most perfect date Yoochun had ever experienced. By the time he was halfway through his spaghetti (Which was also perfect, by the way. No shirt-stains yet), he was beginning to think that maybe they maybe they had been best friends in a past life.
"I'm sorry. But that's hilarious."
"Oh gosh..."
"And you've never gone ever since?" Yoochun grinned. He only vaguely wondered if there might be spaghetti stuck between his teeth. He took a sip of water. Just in case.
Junsu pouted. "I was traumatized, okay? That kind of thing has never happened to me before."
"Well, when you go to a club, getting felt up is kind of inevitable. But mostly for girls..."
"Don't remind me." Junsu ran a hand through his hair, cheeks tinted pink but he still smiled.
"You should go clubbing with me. I'll make sure you're not molested by hundreds of perverts this time."
"I don't believe you."
"Oh come on. Why not?"
"Cause I suspect you'll be just like all the other perverts." Junsu challenged playfully.
"But I'd be the only pervert. And you'd like it." Yoochun wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated effort to be comically greasy. Although, Changmin often told him he didn't really have to try.
Junsu laughed. "Sounds like fun."
"Seriously? Because I know this really good club down in Hongdae."
"And you promise I won't get felt up by strangers?"
"I promise you won't get felt up. By strangers."
"Then it's a date."
"It's a date."
"Is it weird that we're planning for a second date in the middle of our first one?"
Yoochun grinned. "It just means I did something right. Now all I have to worry about is whether or not I'll get a kiss at the door."
Junsu bit his lip. "Well--"
"Excuse me."
Yoochun glanced up at a young man who had materialized next to their table. He was holding a piece of paper and pen and was nervously shifting from foot to foot while looking around the room frantically. "You in the mood for dessert, Junsu?"
"If it means we don't have to go home, yet." Junsu teased.
Yoochun resisted the urge to jump on the table and start singing show tunes. "Great. We'll have the--"
"Um, I'm not a waiter." The young man sounded flustered. His hands shook so much, his paper crumpled in his hands.
Yoochun blinked. "Then why--"
"Can I have an autograph?"
If Yoochun had had food in his mouth, he would have choked and almost surely died. Junsu frowned and looked between the young man and Yoochun, clearly puzzled.
It wasn't the first time Yoochun had been asked for an autograph in public. But it didn't happen often since Yoochun wasn't exactly a movie star. He wasn't even a porn star. He was a gay porn star.
Yoochun took gulps from his water glass the size of fists. "Ummmmm, s-sure." He took the crumpled paper from the guy's hand and avoided Junsu's bewildered gaze. This guy barely looked old enough to watch his videos but anything to get him far away from the table as quickly as possible. "Who am I making this out to?"
"T-Taemin." The young man stuttered, blushing furiously. He glanced at Junsu who only stared back blankly. "Do you work with him, too?"
"Um, no." Yoochun reached for the paper and pen in Taemin's hand but the boy cluelessly held them just out of reach.
Taemin's wide eyes darted between Yoochun and Junsu in nervous wonder. "So, people like you date?"
Junsu raised an eyebrow. If only the kid would just give him the paper. Yoochun stretched farther, slowly getting desperate while making great effort not to look like an insane person. Just a little bit closer...
Taemin cast his eyes to the floor. His ears went dark pink. "O-or are you just together for the s-se--"
Got it. "OKAY, Taemin, was it?" Yoochun smacked the paper he had just snatched from the young man's anxious fingers against the table so hard, silverware rattled and people at a few surrounding tables began to stare.
After Yoochun scrawled his signature and handed it back, Taemin bowed 90 degrees about twenty times before backing out of the restaurant skittishly, nearly tripping a waiter with a platter of something piled with Alfredo.
"What was that all about?" Junsu looked perplexed but amused nonetheless.
"Ah, nothing." Yoochun scraped at his plate with a fork but he had already finished his meal not long ago.
"Come on." Junsu leaned on the table with growing interest. "Am I dating a world idol or something and didn't even know it? Tell me."
"It was nothing. Really. Don't worry about it." Yoochun gulped the last of his water glass. Where was that damn waiter?
"Do people like you date?" Junsu eyed him suspiciously. "Who's 'people like you?' What was he talking about?"
"Ummmmm..." It didn't look like the waiter was going to show anytime soon. No tips for you, then. "It's just... I'm not famous, per se..."
"Go on." Junsu propped his chin up on his palm.
Yoochun began tearing away bits of his napkin and turning them into paper snow flurries. "I don't usually get fans that are so openly enthralled by what I do..."
"Uh-huh."
"Since I'm a...lecturer on Japanese, um, trade and all."
Junsu frowned. "A lecturer?"
Yoochun cleared his throat three times. "Yeah. I have a website. I upload videos now and then. I guess some of my, uh, pupils are just really into learning about the industry."
"So what did he mean by 'people like you dating?'"
"How much ass do you think a nerdy online lecturer would get? It's not the sexiest subject in the world." Yoochun laughed. Or coughed. He hoped it sounded a lot more joyful to Junsu's ears.
Junsu gave a slow smile. "I dunno. It's kind of a turn on."
"So you go for nerdy guys with no social life?"
Junsu shrugged. "I find it endearing."
"In that case, I have a collection of pocket protectors and suspenders in my closet. Did I mention I also have a poster of Einstein hanging over my bed?"
At that point, Yoochun was grateful for any kind of distraction. Even if it did mean Junsu walked away from that date thinking Yoochun was a lot more socially hopeless that he truthfully was.
He convinced himself that the only reason he didn't receive that kiss at the door when Yoochun dropped him off was because Junsu was laughing too hard at something he'd said and had had so much fun that he'd forgotten all about the suspicious fan and Yoochun's lips.
Four
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