P.S. (Porn Stars) [5]
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: [5/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: romantic comedy, 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 your love will forever mark my soul. Please be mine forever and always.
-Love,
Your Loving Lover
P.S. I am a porn star.
Previous chapters
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P.S. Hate Surprises
"X-Xiah, I...I...I'm sorry." Yoochun looked at Boa pleadingly who looked as if she might claw Yoochun's eyes out with her talons. "I can't...can we...?"
Boa scowled. "Do the scene right or neither of you is getting paid."
"We're okay!" Junsu suddenly blurted, wringing his hands. "Just start over...Micky."
Yoochun gawked at him. Was he being serious? Junsu himself was looking a little green around the edges and was having a hard time looking anywhere near Yoochun's direction. There was no way they could continue the scene. They needed to stop and talk about this, Boa's glares be damned.
But despite the very near possibility of him vomiting on the carpet, Junsu continued his lines and the sound of the cameraman breathing and Boa tapping a pen in irritation against her thigh and watching them with her demon cat woman eyes made Yoochun uncomfortable enough to mumble his own lines automatically.
And before he knew it, Junsu was in front of him, at eye line with Yoochun's crotch, looking up at him through those fake, schoolboy glasses, undoing Yoochun's belt with shaking hands and reciting his last written line before all those panting, moaning ad libs kicked in, "Teach me, sir."
It was when Junsu pulled down Yoochun's pants and was eye to slit with Yoochun's completely exposed, half hard cock for the very first time in their relationship that alarms started to go off in his head. No, no, no, this definitely should not be happening now.
But when Junsu gave the side of his cock a few tentative licks, blood rushed in Yoochun's ears, drowning out the warning bells in his head and drained down south when he felt soft lips clamp around a spot on the underside of his cock and suck gently.
"Good, good," Boa nodded approvingly. "Timid, yet willing. Very nice, Junsu. Now, think you could surprise him with a little deep throat?"
Yoochun had gotten used to having cameras shoved mere inches from his genitalia for the recreation of thousands of anonymous strangers. But this was the first time since his very first scene that it had made him so queasy. Mostly because his boyfriend's uneasy face was also being filmed mere inches from his genitalia. God, this was wrong.
He grabbed a chunk of Junsu's hair, willing himself to pause everything and get his head straight. But then his head was grazing the very back of Junsu's throat and it all went to hell from there.
Boa leaned forward, brow wrinkled in concentration as Yoochun let out a low groan, fingers tightening on Junsu's roots. Slight nausea and moral ambiguity aside, it felt damn good.
But he was afraid to guide Junsu further, terrified to make him stop, so he just clung to Junsu's hair and braced himself. Didn't seem to matter since Junsu found his own pace and fluidly bobbed from tip to base, tongue doing tricks that make Yoochun's knees wobble.
"Okay, okay. I don't need him busting a nut just yet." Boa said brusquely. "Move on."
Yoochun would've liked very much for the scene to start and end with a simple blowjob and perhaps salvage what was now left of their relationship's virginity but that didn't seem possible. He peeked down at Junsu who had paused uncertainly with Yoochun's cock still in his mouth. Then he slowly pulled back and Yoochun watched inches of himself slide past his lips, glistening with saliva.
A thick trail of spit hung between Junsu's lip and Yoochun's cock. With this image implanted in his brain, about a million thoughts collided and jumbled in Yoochun's head, most of them involving the word 'damn' and all of them clamoring for a mass exit from his mouth, so he bit his lip hard while the cameraman hurriedly zoomed in before the saliva disconnected.
They looked at each but neither made a move. What were they supposed to do now? Commence fucking?
When Boa cleared her throat, Junsu stared at the floor and started undoing the buttons on his school uniform. Kicking aside his discarded pants and boxers, Yoochun followed suit, fumbling with his buttons and hoping to God the camera couldn't see how furiously he was blushing.
Boa gave a grunt bereft of all things feminine and scowled. "The hell are you doing? Undress each other. This isn't a boy's locker room."
With a poorly concealed sigh, Yoochun lowered himself on the floor next to Junsu. At first, they just stared at each other for a little too long, neither willing to make the first move, earning a frustrated exhale from Boa and uncomfortable rustlings from the staff.
Finally, Junsu gazed at Yoochun with a look riddled deeply with apologies and pulled Yoochun's unbuttoned shirt off, starting under the collar and working his way down, pulling on the sleeves and sliding down Yoochun's arms.
Soon, they were both fully undressed and undeniably screwed. Yoochun locked his eyes on Junsu's knees. It felt wrong to look anywhere else. Like he was intruding on his privacy. Junsu just stared at his hands, biting his lip til it began to bloom purple.
Junsu reached forward, fingertips grazing down Yoochun's chest. He didn't look at him til Yoochun grabbed his hand and pleaded, "Junsu..."
Boa threw her hands up. "Xiah! His name is Xiah!" She said through her teeth. "Xiah is supposed to be the timid one. NOT you, Yoochun. You're the horny ass. And Junsu, it's too much. You're shy but you want it. WANT it more, dammit!" A skittish staff member ran off to fetch the agitated director a bottle of water.
He couldn't do it. Yoochun grit his teeth and held Junsu's hand tight. There was no way he could follow through. Their relationship had been going so smoothly thus far and there was no way he was messing it up now.
Yoochun felt the only reason they had never gotten to sex up til this point was because they either spent too much time cuddling and ended up falling asleep before actually doing anything naughty or when they were engrossed in making out, groping and breathing heavily, Yoochun would get a phone call from Siwon about a job or Junsu would suddenly think of something to say and they'd end up talking all night instead of the original intended mission.
Now was certainly not the time for them to take their relationship further. It just couldn't happen. Not like this. There was absolutely no way Yoochun was going to-
Junsu semi-tackled him, lips clamping onto his mouth as Yoochun fell back, the younger between his legs and kissed him hard enough to shut him up.
Yoochun tried to push Junsu off but the other entwined his fingers with his and pinned him against the floor, kissing him so hard, their teeth gnashed. When he came up for air, Junsu whispered against Yoochun's lips, "Please, please, just go with it, Yoochun, please," before kissing him again.
Boa clapped her hands loudly and pulled at her hair. "Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong-where's my water? Someone get me my-Oh, thanks. Yoochun. YOU are supposed to be the aggressive one. Don't let him be a power bottom!"
Yoochun turned his head, releasing himself from the kiss. He looked up at the other, searching his eyes for an answer or explanation. Junsu's brown eyes were wide and pleading and Yoochun was officially trapped.
He shook his hands from Junsu's grip and grabbed Junsu's full ass, earning a surprised gasp from the man on top of him. He grinded their crotches together, guiding Junsu's hips with every upward thrust and waited for the camera to wander somewhere far away from his face before mouthing, I'm sorry.
Junsu just shook his head and kissed Yoochun with apologies of his own, this time more tenderly.
Boa was silent, so they took that to mean they were no longer being a disappointment. Junsu broke from the kiss and turned around so he was still between Yoochun's legs, ass hovering over his stiff member. An optimal position. No eye contact.
He guided Yoochun's cock to his entrance. Yoochun gasped when he began to sink lower. Even though Junsu had prepared himself before filming, there was still enough resistance that made Junsu's breath hitch and Yoochun count to ten twice before he grabbed Junsu's hips to slow the descent.
And then it was done. Their relationship's virginity had officially been discarded in the wind. Junsu's ass was nestled at Yoochun's base and there was no going back now. Yoochun whimpered and if anyone asked why, it was because he was bidding farewell to his sanctity and certainly not because Junsu's inner muscles suddenly tightened around his dick as he adjusted himself.
Junsu laid down flat against Yoochun's chest and wrapped Yoochun's arms around himself. Just as Yoochun began whispering pitiful I'm sorry's against the shell of his ear, Junsu rocked his hips back and forth, a move Yoochun had no idea if he was allowed to enjoy or not.
Junsu rolled his hips slow against Yoochun's cock buried deep inside him and Yoochun held him tight against his chest. One hand traveled down to stroke Junsu off as they rubbed against each other, earning breathy sighs from the man on top of him.
As Yoochun grunted softly, kissing Junsu down his neck, he was hit with the most bizarre notion: this was almost like real sex. It was slow and smooth, almost as though if they went longer and forgot about the camera altogether, they could begin to connect and seek out the other's needs without even speaking. Save for the cameraman's abnormally loud nostrils and the sea of completely serious faces lined behind a supremely focused director, it was borderline romantic. In a twisted way.
"Cut." Boa shook her head. "Guys, it's good but this scene is supposed to be rough. You guys are fucking like you love each other."
Yoochun no longer possessed the brain mass to discern whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Sighing, Junsu raised himself up on his hands, reverse cowboy style.
"You ready?" Yoochun asked uncertainly.
"Do it," was Junsu's quiet answer.
With that, Yoochun slammed Junsu's hips down on his cock with a hard thrust upward, skin slapping skin, messy and loud.
He expected embarrassed mewling. He expected uncomfortable silence with just the cacophony of their bodies doing the naughty. And in worst case scenario, maybe even a cry out in pain.
But when Junsu opened his mouth, a string of thick, throaty moans were released on the exhale and from the sound of it, Yoochun could only conclude that whatever he was doing to Junsu must be working.
God, he sounded like a sex-starved nymph embarking on his fourteenth orgasm of the day and still counting. And this just had Yoochun fucked up in the head because given the situation and thus, the impending emotional damage once they finished and realized 'damn, I just fucked my boyfriend in public for cash,' how did Junsu find the energy to act? And to act well. This would certainly explain how he had landed a permanent part like this. Newbie or not, Junsu was good.
Yoochun couldn't even entertain the possibility that he himself was just so good that Junsu had lost himself in Yoochun-induced ecstasy. In the face of utter mind fuckery, even with Yoochun's best sex trump cards, lit candles and a glass of red wine laced with rufies, any normal person would've just hiccuped and curled up in the fetal position, waiting for the light on the camera to stop blinking.
But whether Junsu had suddenly decided to just enjoy the moment (highly unlikely if he were human) or just insanely, insanely good at pretending he was getting fucked right into the gates of heaven, it hardly mattered because yes, Park Yoochun, it was happening now and there wasn't much more he could do other than go with the flow and hope it all ended soon.
Eventually Yoochun had Junsu on the couch, bucking as Junsu held onto the armrest for dear life. Still no eye contact (God, no) but with Junsu's ass raised high in the air, face buried in the cushions, the muffled noises he made were enough to send Yoochun over the edge.
And they did. Much to Yoochun's surprise and chagrin.
And by the look on Boa's face, she was probably not too thrilled about waiting til Yoochun got hard again in order to shoot the rest of the scene, so she just nodded at the cameraman who signaled the okay to Junsu and filmed his face, screwed up in pleasure as Yoochun pounded him a few more times, stroking him off fast til he splattered all over the fabric.
Yoochun was dizzy. The next few moments proceeded as if underwater. Blurry, sluggish, wavering images of the staff bustling about, moving props, rubbing down the couch with fabric cleaner and nodding obediently at Boa's demands until he was standing in the dressing room alone with Junsu pulling on his T-shirt and he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there but he desperately wanted out.
Yoochun stared at Junsu's back as the two dressed into their street clothes in dead, painful silence.
"So how was class?" Had Yoochun just spoken? Yes, that was definitely his sickly voice.
Junsu spun around, startled. "Huh?"
Yoochun stared at his feet as if pulling on socks were an intricate art form. "You said you were in class earlier. How was it?"
All the background noise he'd heard when they were speaking on the phone earlier. The murmuring, the shouting, the awkward laughter to cover up those odd, explicit vocal exercises, the buzz of the staff members at work. They had been in the same building the whole time. The same room. Lying their asses off.
Blushing deeply, Junsu looked at the floor. "Right. I'm sorry...I..." He paused, blinking, then crossed his arms. "What about you? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I am at work." Yoochun said quietly, slipping on his Converses.
"Bullshit." Junsu hissed with an abrupt flare of anger that sent Yoochun unpleasant tingles up and down his spine.
"I'm serious." Finally, Yoochun had no more clothes to dress himself with in intense concentration and he locked eyes with Junsu for the first time.
With less heat, Junsu started again. "How-"
The door burst open with a whirlwind of Siwon and whatever cologne he must have spilled on himself that morning. Yoochun didn't know Siwon was supposed to be there. He had such a small part, his manager's presence was pretty much unnecessary.
Yoochun opened his mouth to speak but Siwon didn't even look at him. Instead he was glaring in Junsu's direction. "What the hell was that?" He jerked his thumb at the door behind him. "You nervous, kid?"
Junsu avoided his gaze, fidgeting with his hands. "I guess so..."
"You weren't nervous last week." Siwon barked.
"I-"
"I get that you only started a week ago but in the future, don't piss off the director. Cause when the director doesn't get what I told her she'd get, she gets pissed and when the director's pissed, I'm pissed and when I'm pissed, you don't get jobs and my wife gets tied up at night. Got it?"
Rendered speechless, Junsu just nodded.
Just as Siwon turned to walk out, he thrust a pointed index finger under Yoochun's nose. "Thursday. 9 o'clock. Don't forget."
"Yeah..." Yoochun rasped and Siwon departed, slamming the door behind him.
"Got a gig?" Junsu commented dryly.
"Siwon's your manager, too?"
Junsu nodded, confusion in his brow, then sick realization.
"Holy shit..." Yoochun ran both hands through his hair, pulling.
A crescendo of 'Oh! Yeah! You like that?!' from a voice that sounded an awful lot like that fervid vocal exerciser when Yoochun and Junsu had first shown up resounded from the other side of the door along with what Yoochun recognized as Jaejoong's signature moan. And of course, the steady slap of skin on skin.
"Um," Junsu said uncertainly. "Maybe we should talk about this...somewhere else-"
"There's a cafe not far from here."
"A public cafe. Where we can discuss how both of us are in the gay porn industry...with the same manager?"
"...Let's go to my house."
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Junsu sat precariously at the very edge of the couch. He stared at the glass of water on the table in front of him that Yoochun had fetched him out of formality. Or just to kill time.
Yoochun found a seat on the complete opposite side of the sofa with his own glass. He was too nauseous to drink so it ended up on the coffee table as well, forming a water ring on the wood.
Silence.
After enough empty air accumulated to asphyxiate a blow up doll, Yoochun cleared his throat, if only to check to see if he was still alive.
"So...you're new?"
Junsu nodded stiffly.
"Siwon said you just started last week."
Junsu nodded again.
"So..." Yoochun cleared his throat again. "Where was I when this was happening?"
"Remember that dinner we were supposed to have at your place? And I was a little late?"
Yoochun stared stonily at the wall, swallowing to keep his voice even. "You limped a little that day. Said you got hurt playing soccer."
Junsu flushed. "Yeah..." Then he sat up a bit straighter, giving Yoochun a hard stare. "Wait, what about you? Siwon said I was working with a veteran today. How long have you been doing this?"
"About...a year." Yoochun mumbled.
Junsu blinked rapidly. "A year?"
Yoochun scratched the back of his neck. "A little over a year, actually. Year and a half."
"So, long before we even started going out."
Yoochun nodded.
A look of realization washed over Junsu's face. "Then that kid at the restaurant on our first date...was a fan?"
Yoochun found no point in nodding again. Silence and gaze avoidance accomplished the same result.
"And you don't think that would've been something you should've shared with me while we were still getting to know each other?" Junsu said incredulously.
Yoochun threw his hands up. "And say what? 'Hi. I'm Yoochun. I'm a porn star but let's still make out?'"
The other said nothing.
Taking a deep breath, Yoochun said quieter, "Looks like we're still getting to know each other."
It was quiet again as Junsu rubbed his knees, staring at his lap and chewed on his lip. "So, how...how did you get...into it?"
Yoochun slouched against the couch, suddenly tired. "Yeah... Me in international trade? A load of shit. I was just out of college with a piece of shit degree and no job and no plan. So one day, I found a number when I was messing around online and met Siwon."
"A porn website?"
"Yeah." Yoochun grunted.
"Me, too." Junsu admitted quietly. Yoochun tried not to envision Junsu at his laptop, lights dimmed with his pants around his ankles.
Yoochun shrugged and exhaled at the same time. "It pays well and I don't have to do much so...why not, you know?" He sighed again, forcing himself to look in Junsu's direction. "What about you?"
"Hmm?"
"Why didn't you tell me a week ago?"
"Honestly," Junsu shifted in his seat. "I don't think I'm the one in the most trouble here."
"Excuse me?" Yoochun coughed. "Aren't we in the same boat? We're having sex with other people for pay behind each other's back."
"And you've made a career out of it!" Junsu shot back. "This is temporary for me. No more than a part time job. I've been having some trouble but the second I'm more secure, I'll get a real job."
Yoochun frowned. "What kind of trouble?"
"It's just been rough paying for my apartment. My brother suddenly decided to study abroad this semester and left me with the rent. And all our dates have kind of taken a toll on my wallet."
Yoochun thought back to all the times Junsu had offered to pay. All the times he'd insisted on buying Yoochun stupid little trinkets and snacks wherever they went. Granted Yoochun had done the same for Junsu but Yoochun had always been financially stable. But there were still those times when Junsu wouldn't let Yoochun spend a single won. "Why didn't you let me pay?"
Junsu shrugged. "It would've been rude not to. Besides, I only paid for when it was me who suggested we go out and do something."
"And those music festival tickets we never used..."
"Am I to assume you bailed on me that day for the reason I think you did?"
"Okay, yes... But let's get back to your money problems."
Junsu waved dismissively. "I'm fine."
"Clearly you're not."
"Don't worry about it!"
"I make good money. It's no problem."
Junsu narrowed his eyes. "Oh, really, Chun? Do you? Do you really make good money fucking other men under my knowledge for the past three months and beyond?"
Yoochun decided to ignore that. "Just let me help you out."
"No." Junsu said stubbornly.
"Then Friday night's date is cancelled."
Junsu gaped at him. "What? Why?"
"Because it was your idea so you're gonna try to pay for it and I won't have it."
"You can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because I really wanna go!" Junsu flailed childishly.
Yoochun stared at him. "What's a ferry ride on the Han River to giving up your ass to random men to avoid being homeless?"
"I don't care!"
"Why the fuck not?! You're being stupid, Junsu."
"Because I really like you!"
The room fell quiet and still, with just the steady tick of the Micky Mouse clock on the wall. Yoochun stood up and crossed the room to sit on Junsu's side of the couch. He held Junsu's hand in his lap.
"I really like you, too."
"Then quit." Junsu said simply.
Yoochun opened his mouth to argue but Junsu spoke up first. "I'll quit, too. As soon as I'm okay again."
"Let me help you." Yoochun coaxed gently.
"No." He was firm. "I can take care of myself."
Yoochun rubbed his brow, shaking his head weakly. "I want to take care of you, too."
Smiling for the first time, Junsu squeezed Yoochun's hand. "Thank you. But everyone I know thinks of me as this cute little boy who always needs someone to hold his hand. Let me prove to you that I'm stronger than you think."
Yoochun thought for a long time. Junsu's hand felt warm in his. "Okay. I'll let you handle yourself. And I'll quit."
Junsu leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
"But not immediately."
Junsu pulled back.
"I'm still under contract with this movie I'm filming." Yoochun explained. "I have to finish it. But after that..." No more waking up at noon for a two hour filming at three in the afternoon for lovely sums of money. No more random fan encounters which, however strange, were actually kind of nice. No more feeling important when an assistance asked him five times if he wanted a bottle of water during a photo shoot for a magazine. No more fucking around at work. Literally. "I'm done with porn."
Leaning his head on Yoochun's shoulder, Junsu sighed contentedly. "Thank you."
They sat like that for a while, silent but for the first time today, not stiflingly uncomfortable.
"So, uh..." Yoochun stammered. "You okay?"
"Mhmm." Junsu murmured, nodding against Yoochun's shoulder.
"No, I mean when we, uh...earlier..."
Junsu shot up straight. "Oh..."
"Yeah...I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault."
"It wasn't yours, either."
"But I...we..." Yoochun stared into space, eyes wide and unfocused. As if he were watching his own soul depart from his body.
After chewing on his lip extensively, Junsu suddenly turned to the other, clinging to his hand. "That didn't have to count as our first time."
"But it was." Yoochun croaked, traumatized.
"Well..." Junsu nibbled on his thumbnail. "When our real first time comes, we'll make much better. It'll be special. I promise."
He kissed Yoochun, at first for just a taste but Yoochun needed something to make him feel grounded again, so it lasted longer til hands lost themselves in hair and Junsu was on his back.
There was no way they were going any further than kissing today. Absolutely not. But when Junsu left later that evening, a tiny, endlessly horny voice in the back of his head shamelessly wondered exactly how long he'd have to wait til that special first time. God, he was hopeless.
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [5/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: romantic comedy, 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 your love will forever mark my soul. Please be mine forever and always.
-Love,
Your Loving Lover
P.S. I am a porn star.
Previous chapters
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P.S. Hate Surprises
"X-Xiah, I...I...I'm sorry." Yoochun looked at Boa pleadingly who looked as if she might claw Yoochun's eyes out with her talons. "I can't...can we...?"
Boa scowled. "Do the scene right or neither of you is getting paid."
"We're okay!" Junsu suddenly blurted, wringing his hands. "Just start over...Micky."
Yoochun gawked at him. Was he being serious? Junsu himself was looking a little green around the edges and was having a hard time looking anywhere near Yoochun's direction. There was no way they could continue the scene. They needed to stop and talk about this, Boa's glares be damned.
But despite the very near possibility of him vomiting on the carpet, Junsu continued his lines and the sound of the cameraman breathing and Boa tapping a pen in irritation against her thigh and watching them with her demon cat woman eyes made Yoochun uncomfortable enough to mumble his own lines automatically.
And before he knew it, Junsu was in front of him, at eye line with Yoochun's crotch, looking up at him through those fake, schoolboy glasses, undoing Yoochun's belt with shaking hands and reciting his last written line before all those panting, moaning ad libs kicked in, "Teach me, sir."
It was when Junsu pulled down Yoochun's pants and was eye to slit with Yoochun's completely exposed, half hard cock for the very first time in their relationship that alarms started to go off in his head. No, no, no, this definitely should not be happening now.
But when Junsu gave the side of his cock a few tentative licks, blood rushed in Yoochun's ears, drowning out the warning bells in his head and drained down south when he felt soft lips clamp around a spot on the underside of his cock and suck gently.
"Good, good," Boa nodded approvingly. "Timid, yet willing. Very nice, Junsu. Now, think you could surprise him with a little deep throat?"
Yoochun had gotten used to having cameras shoved mere inches from his genitalia for the recreation of thousands of anonymous strangers. But this was the first time since his very first scene that it had made him so queasy. Mostly because his boyfriend's uneasy face was also being filmed mere inches from his genitalia. God, this was wrong.
He grabbed a chunk of Junsu's hair, willing himself to pause everything and get his head straight. But then his head was grazing the very back of Junsu's throat and it all went to hell from there.
Boa leaned forward, brow wrinkled in concentration as Yoochun let out a low groan, fingers tightening on Junsu's roots. Slight nausea and moral ambiguity aside, it felt damn good.
But he was afraid to guide Junsu further, terrified to make him stop, so he just clung to Junsu's hair and braced himself. Didn't seem to matter since Junsu found his own pace and fluidly bobbed from tip to base, tongue doing tricks that make Yoochun's knees wobble.
"Okay, okay. I don't need him busting a nut just yet." Boa said brusquely. "Move on."
Yoochun would've liked very much for the scene to start and end with a simple blowjob and perhaps salvage what was now left of their relationship's virginity but that didn't seem possible. He peeked down at Junsu who had paused uncertainly with Yoochun's cock still in his mouth. Then he slowly pulled back and Yoochun watched inches of himself slide past his lips, glistening with saliva.
A thick trail of spit hung between Junsu's lip and Yoochun's cock. With this image implanted in his brain, about a million thoughts collided and jumbled in Yoochun's head, most of them involving the word 'damn' and all of them clamoring for a mass exit from his mouth, so he bit his lip hard while the cameraman hurriedly zoomed in before the saliva disconnected.
They looked at each but neither made a move. What were they supposed to do now? Commence fucking?
When Boa cleared her throat, Junsu stared at the floor and started undoing the buttons on his school uniform. Kicking aside his discarded pants and boxers, Yoochun followed suit, fumbling with his buttons and hoping to God the camera couldn't see how furiously he was blushing.
Boa gave a grunt bereft of all things feminine and scowled. "The hell are you doing? Undress each other. This isn't a boy's locker room."
With a poorly concealed sigh, Yoochun lowered himself on the floor next to Junsu. At first, they just stared at each other for a little too long, neither willing to make the first move, earning a frustrated exhale from Boa and uncomfortable rustlings from the staff.
Finally, Junsu gazed at Yoochun with a look riddled deeply with apologies and pulled Yoochun's unbuttoned shirt off, starting under the collar and working his way down, pulling on the sleeves and sliding down Yoochun's arms.
Soon, they were both fully undressed and undeniably screwed. Yoochun locked his eyes on Junsu's knees. It felt wrong to look anywhere else. Like he was intruding on his privacy. Junsu just stared at his hands, biting his lip til it began to bloom purple.
Junsu reached forward, fingertips grazing down Yoochun's chest. He didn't look at him til Yoochun grabbed his hand and pleaded, "Junsu..."
Boa threw her hands up. "Xiah! His name is Xiah!" She said through her teeth. "Xiah is supposed to be the timid one. NOT you, Yoochun. You're the horny ass. And Junsu, it's too much. You're shy but you want it. WANT it more, dammit!" A skittish staff member ran off to fetch the agitated director a bottle of water.
He couldn't do it. Yoochun grit his teeth and held Junsu's hand tight. There was no way he could follow through. Their relationship had been going so smoothly thus far and there was no way he was messing it up now.
Yoochun felt the only reason they had never gotten to sex up til this point was because they either spent too much time cuddling and ended up falling asleep before actually doing anything naughty or when they were engrossed in making out, groping and breathing heavily, Yoochun would get a phone call from Siwon about a job or Junsu would suddenly think of something to say and they'd end up talking all night instead of the original intended mission.
Now was certainly not the time for them to take their relationship further. It just couldn't happen. Not like this. There was absolutely no way Yoochun was going to-
Junsu semi-tackled him, lips clamping onto his mouth as Yoochun fell back, the younger between his legs and kissed him hard enough to shut him up.
Yoochun tried to push Junsu off but the other entwined his fingers with his and pinned him against the floor, kissing him so hard, their teeth gnashed. When he came up for air, Junsu whispered against Yoochun's lips, "Please, please, just go with it, Yoochun, please," before kissing him again.
Boa clapped her hands loudly and pulled at her hair. "Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong-where's my water? Someone get me my-Oh, thanks. Yoochun. YOU are supposed to be the aggressive one. Don't let him be a power bottom!"
Yoochun turned his head, releasing himself from the kiss. He looked up at the other, searching his eyes for an answer or explanation. Junsu's brown eyes were wide and pleading and Yoochun was officially trapped.
He shook his hands from Junsu's grip and grabbed Junsu's full ass, earning a surprised gasp from the man on top of him. He grinded their crotches together, guiding Junsu's hips with every upward thrust and waited for the camera to wander somewhere far away from his face before mouthing, I'm sorry.
Junsu just shook his head and kissed Yoochun with apologies of his own, this time more tenderly.
Boa was silent, so they took that to mean they were no longer being a disappointment. Junsu broke from the kiss and turned around so he was still between Yoochun's legs, ass hovering over his stiff member. An optimal position. No eye contact.
He guided Yoochun's cock to his entrance. Yoochun gasped when he began to sink lower. Even though Junsu had prepared himself before filming, there was still enough resistance that made Junsu's breath hitch and Yoochun count to ten twice before he grabbed Junsu's hips to slow the descent.
And then it was done. Their relationship's virginity had officially been discarded in the wind. Junsu's ass was nestled at Yoochun's base and there was no going back now. Yoochun whimpered and if anyone asked why, it was because he was bidding farewell to his sanctity and certainly not because Junsu's inner muscles suddenly tightened around his dick as he adjusted himself.
Junsu laid down flat against Yoochun's chest and wrapped Yoochun's arms around himself. Just as Yoochun began whispering pitiful I'm sorry's against the shell of his ear, Junsu rocked his hips back and forth, a move Yoochun had no idea if he was allowed to enjoy or not.
Junsu rolled his hips slow against Yoochun's cock buried deep inside him and Yoochun held him tight against his chest. One hand traveled down to stroke Junsu off as they rubbed against each other, earning breathy sighs from the man on top of him.
As Yoochun grunted softly, kissing Junsu down his neck, he was hit with the most bizarre notion: this was almost like real sex. It was slow and smooth, almost as though if they went longer and forgot about the camera altogether, they could begin to connect and seek out the other's needs without even speaking. Save for the cameraman's abnormally loud nostrils and the sea of completely serious faces lined behind a supremely focused director, it was borderline romantic. In a twisted way.
"Cut." Boa shook her head. "Guys, it's good but this scene is supposed to be rough. You guys are fucking like you love each other."
Yoochun no longer possessed the brain mass to discern whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Sighing, Junsu raised himself up on his hands, reverse cowboy style.
"You ready?" Yoochun asked uncertainly.
"Do it," was Junsu's quiet answer.
With that, Yoochun slammed Junsu's hips down on his cock with a hard thrust upward, skin slapping skin, messy and loud.
He expected embarrassed mewling. He expected uncomfortable silence with just the cacophony of their bodies doing the naughty. And in worst case scenario, maybe even a cry out in pain.
But when Junsu opened his mouth, a string of thick, throaty moans were released on the exhale and from the sound of it, Yoochun could only conclude that whatever he was doing to Junsu must be working.
God, he sounded like a sex-starved nymph embarking on his fourteenth orgasm of the day and still counting. And this just had Yoochun fucked up in the head because given the situation and thus, the impending emotional damage once they finished and realized 'damn, I just fucked my boyfriend in public for cash,' how did Junsu find the energy to act? And to act well. This would certainly explain how he had landed a permanent part like this. Newbie or not, Junsu was good.
Yoochun couldn't even entertain the possibility that he himself was just so good that Junsu had lost himself in Yoochun-induced ecstasy. In the face of utter mind fuckery, even with Yoochun's best sex trump cards, lit candles and a glass of red wine laced with rufies, any normal person would've just hiccuped and curled up in the fetal position, waiting for the light on the camera to stop blinking.
But whether Junsu had suddenly decided to just enjoy the moment (highly unlikely if he were human) or just insanely, insanely good at pretending he was getting fucked right into the gates of heaven, it hardly mattered because yes, Park Yoochun, it was happening now and there wasn't much more he could do other than go with the flow and hope it all ended soon.
Eventually Yoochun had Junsu on the couch, bucking as Junsu held onto the armrest for dear life. Still no eye contact (God, no) but with Junsu's ass raised high in the air, face buried in the cushions, the muffled noises he made were enough to send Yoochun over the edge.
And they did. Much to Yoochun's surprise and chagrin.
And by the look on Boa's face, she was probably not too thrilled about waiting til Yoochun got hard again in order to shoot the rest of the scene, so she just nodded at the cameraman who signaled the okay to Junsu and filmed his face, screwed up in pleasure as Yoochun pounded him a few more times, stroking him off fast til he splattered all over the fabric.
Yoochun was dizzy. The next few moments proceeded as if underwater. Blurry, sluggish, wavering images of the staff bustling about, moving props, rubbing down the couch with fabric cleaner and nodding obediently at Boa's demands until he was standing in the dressing room alone with Junsu pulling on his T-shirt and he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there but he desperately wanted out.
Yoochun stared at Junsu's back as the two dressed into their street clothes in dead, painful silence.
"So how was class?" Had Yoochun just spoken? Yes, that was definitely his sickly voice.
Junsu spun around, startled. "Huh?"
Yoochun stared at his feet as if pulling on socks were an intricate art form. "You said you were in class earlier. How was it?"
All the background noise he'd heard when they were speaking on the phone earlier. The murmuring, the shouting, the awkward laughter to cover up those odd, explicit vocal exercises, the buzz of the staff members at work. They had been in the same building the whole time. The same room. Lying their asses off.
Blushing deeply, Junsu looked at the floor. "Right. I'm sorry...I..." He paused, blinking, then crossed his arms. "What about you? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I am at work." Yoochun said quietly, slipping on his Converses.
"Bullshit." Junsu hissed with an abrupt flare of anger that sent Yoochun unpleasant tingles up and down his spine.
"I'm serious." Finally, Yoochun had no more clothes to dress himself with in intense concentration and he locked eyes with Junsu for the first time.
With less heat, Junsu started again. "How-"
The door burst open with a whirlwind of Siwon and whatever cologne he must have spilled on himself that morning. Yoochun didn't know Siwon was supposed to be there. He had such a small part, his manager's presence was pretty much unnecessary.
Yoochun opened his mouth to speak but Siwon didn't even look at him. Instead he was glaring in Junsu's direction. "What the hell was that?" He jerked his thumb at the door behind him. "You nervous, kid?"
Junsu avoided his gaze, fidgeting with his hands. "I guess so..."
"You weren't nervous last week." Siwon barked.
"I-"
"I get that you only started a week ago but in the future, don't piss off the director. Cause when the director doesn't get what I told her she'd get, she gets pissed and when the director's pissed, I'm pissed and when I'm pissed, you don't get jobs and my wife gets tied up at night. Got it?"
Rendered speechless, Junsu just nodded.
Just as Siwon turned to walk out, he thrust a pointed index finger under Yoochun's nose. "Thursday. 9 o'clock. Don't forget."
"Yeah..." Yoochun rasped and Siwon departed, slamming the door behind him.
"Got a gig?" Junsu commented dryly.
"Siwon's your manager, too?"
Junsu nodded, confusion in his brow, then sick realization.
"Holy shit..." Yoochun ran both hands through his hair, pulling.
A crescendo of 'Oh! Yeah! You like that?!' from a voice that sounded an awful lot like that fervid vocal exerciser when Yoochun and Junsu had first shown up resounded from the other side of the door along with what Yoochun recognized as Jaejoong's signature moan. And of course, the steady slap of skin on skin.
"Um," Junsu said uncertainly. "Maybe we should talk about this...somewhere else-"
"There's a cafe not far from here."
"A public cafe. Where we can discuss how both of us are in the gay porn industry...with the same manager?"
"...Let's go to my house."
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Junsu sat precariously at the very edge of the couch. He stared at the glass of water on the table in front of him that Yoochun had fetched him out of formality. Or just to kill time.
Yoochun found a seat on the complete opposite side of the sofa with his own glass. He was too nauseous to drink so it ended up on the coffee table as well, forming a water ring on the wood.
Silence.
After enough empty air accumulated to asphyxiate a blow up doll, Yoochun cleared his throat, if only to check to see if he was still alive.
"So...you're new?"
Junsu nodded stiffly.
"Siwon said you just started last week."
Junsu nodded again.
"So..." Yoochun cleared his throat again. "Where was I when this was happening?"
"Remember that dinner we were supposed to have at your place? And I was a little late?"
Yoochun stared stonily at the wall, swallowing to keep his voice even. "You limped a little that day. Said you got hurt playing soccer."
Junsu flushed. "Yeah..." Then he sat up a bit straighter, giving Yoochun a hard stare. "Wait, what about you? Siwon said I was working with a veteran today. How long have you been doing this?"
"About...a year." Yoochun mumbled.
Junsu blinked rapidly. "A year?"
Yoochun scratched the back of his neck. "A little over a year, actually. Year and a half."
"So, long before we even started going out."
Yoochun nodded.
A look of realization washed over Junsu's face. "Then that kid at the restaurant on our first date...was a fan?"
Yoochun found no point in nodding again. Silence and gaze avoidance accomplished the same result.
"And you don't think that would've been something you should've shared with me while we were still getting to know each other?" Junsu said incredulously.
Yoochun threw his hands up. "And say what? 'Hi. I'm Yoochun. I'm a porn star but let's still make out?'"
The other said nothing.
Taking a deep breath, Yoochun said quieter, "Looks like we're still getting to know each other."
It was quiet again as Junsu rubbed his knees, staring at his lap and chewed on his lip. "So, how...how did you get...into it?"
Yoochun slouched against the couch, suddenly tired. "Yeah... Me in international trade? A load of shit. I was just out of college with a piece of shit degree and no job and no plan. So one day, I found a number when I was messing around online and met Siwon."
"A porn website?"
"Yeah." Yoochun grunted.
"Me, too." Junsu admitted quietly. Yoochun tried not to envision Junsu at his laptop, lights dimmed with his pants around his ankles.
Yoochun shrugged and exhaled at the same time. "It pays well and I don't have to do much so...why not, you know?" He sighed again, forcing himself to look in Junsu's direction. "What about you?"
"Hmm?"
"Why didn't you tell me a week ago?"
"Honestly," Junsu shifted in his seat. "I don't think I'm the one in the most trouble here."
"Excuse me?" Yoochun coughed. "Aren't we in the same boat? We're having sex with other people for pay behind each other's back."
"And you've made a career out of it!" Junsu shot back. "This is temporary for me. No more than a part time job. I've been having some trouble but the second I'm more secure, I'll get a real job."
Yoochun frowned. "What kind of trouble?"
"It's just been rough paying for my apartment. My brother suddenly decided to study abroad this semester and left me with the rent. And all our dates have kind of taken a toll on my wallet."
Yoochun thought back to all the times Junsu had offered to pay. All the times he'd insisted on buying Yoochun stupid little trinkets and snacks wherever they went. Granted Yoochun had done the same for Junsu but Yoochun had always been financially stable. But there were still those times when Junsu wouldn't let Yoochun spend a single won. "Why didn't you let me pay?"
Junsu shrugged. "It would've been rude not to. Besides, I only paid for when it was me who suggested we go out and do something."
"And those music festival tickets we never used..."
"Am I to assume you bailed on me that day for the reason I think you did?"
"Okay, yes... But let's get back to your money problems."
Junsu waved dismissively. "I'm fine."
"Clearly you're not."
"Don't worry about it!"
"I make good money. It's no problem."
Junsu narrowed his eyes. "Oh, really, Chun? Do you? Do you really make good money fucking other men under my knowledge for the past three months and beyond?"
Yoochun decided to ignore that. "Just let me help you out."
"No." Junsu said stubbornly.
"Then Friday night's date is cancelled."
Junsu gaped at him. "What? Why?"
"Because it was your idea so you're gonna try to pay for it and I won't have it."
"You can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because I really wanna go!" Junsu flailed childishly.
Yoochun stared at him. "What's a ferry ride on the Han River to giving up your ass to random men to avoid being homeless?"
"I don't care!"
"Why the fuck not?! You're being stupid, Junsu."
"Because I really like you!"
The room fell quiet and still, with just the steady tick of the Micky Mouse clock on the wall. Yoochun stood up and crossed the room to sit on Junsu's side of the couch. He held Junsu's hand in his lap.
"I really like you, too."
"Then quit." Junsu said simply.
Yoochun opened his mouth to argue but Junsu spoke up first. "I'll quit, too. As soon as I'm okay again."
"Let me help you." Yoochun coaxed gently.
"No." He was firm. "I can take care of myself."
Yoochun rubbed his brow, shaking his head weakly. "I want to take care of you, too."
Smiling for the first time, Junsu squeezed Yoochun's hand. "Thank you. But everyone I know thinks of me as this cute little boy who always needs someone to hold his hand. Let me prove to you that I'm stronger than you think."
Yoochun thought for a long time. Junsu's hand felt warm in his. "Okay. I'll let you handle yourself. And I'll quit."
Junsu leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
"But not immediately."
Junsu pulled back.
"I'm still under contract with this movie I'm filming." Yoochun explained. "I have to finish it. But after that..." No more waking up at noon for a two hour filming at three in the afternoon for lovely sums of money. No more random fan encounters which, however strange, were actually kind of nice. No more feeling important when an assistance asked him five times if he wanted a bottle of water during a photo shoot for a magazine. No more fucking around at work. Literally. "I'm done with porn."
Leaning his head on Yoochun's shoulder, Junsu sighed contentedly. "Thank you."
They sat like that for a while, silent but for the first time today, not stiflingly uncomfortable.
"So, uh..." Yoochun stammered. "You okay?"
"Mhmm." Junsu murmured, nodding against Yoochun's shoulder.
"No, I mean when we, uh...earlier..."
Junsu shot up straight. "Oh..."
"Yeah...I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault."
"It wasn't yours, either."
"But I...we..." Yoochun stared into space, eyes wide and unfocused. As if he were watching his own soul depart from his body.
After chewing on his lip extensively, Junsu suddenly turned to the other, clinging to his hand. "That didn't have to count as our first time."
"But it was." Yoochun croaked, traumatized.
"Well..." Junsu nibbled on his thumbnail. "When our real first time comes, we'll make much better. It'll be special. I promise."
He kissed Yoochun, at first for just a taste but Yoochun needed something to make him feel grounded again, so it lasted longer til hands lost themselves in hair and Junsu was on his back.
There was no way they were going any further than kissing today. Absolutely not. But when Junsu left later that evening, a tiny, endlessly horny voice in the back of his head shamelessly wondered exactly how long he'd have to wait til that special first time. God, he was hopeless.
Six
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