DBSK Fic: Make Love To The Camera
Title: Make Love To The Camera
Main pairing: Yunho x Jaejoong
Other pairings: Changmin x Junsu
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: R
Warnings: boy x boy relationship, pornstar!universe
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK/JYJ
Summary: Yunho thought he would just be meeting his old friend, Yoochun one day. Turned out he was suddenly thrown into a totally different world in where he met his college crush who had become a porn star: Kim fucking Jaejoong.
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Author's Note: An early (maybe) birthday present for drazen08! Happy birthday darling! Hope you have a good holiday!
Make Love To The Camera
By: Sharl
It all started with a phone call two days ago.
Yunho had woken up late that day, with a hangover so bad it felt like somebody took a hammer and pounded his brain into a slimy pile of mush. When his phone rings, he wanted nothing more than throw it away so that it just shut the hell up. Fortunately his best friend/roommate Donghae was somehow more cognizant than he was, despite had drunk more or less the same amount of alcohol than he did. Through some fuzzy and blurry memories later, Yunho heard something like ‘yeah, don’t worry he’ll be there.’
The next thing he knew it was already at night. Donghae was completely awake now, sitting on the sofa, munching on a sandwich while watching some variety shows. Yunho had stumbled into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, he took a piece of Donghae’s sandwich, ignoring the protest of ‘Hey that’s mine’ and asked who the hell called earlier? Donghae had told him that it was Yoochun, one of his college friends and he wanted to ask a favor from Yunho. He needed Yunho to go to Studio 34 on the Maple Avenue tomorrow exactly at 11 AM. A cute actress that Donghae liked then appeared on the screen and before long Donghae was gushing over her and the conversation about Yoochun was momentarily forgotten.
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Yunho was now standing at the Maple Avenue, dressed in a pair of khakis and T-shirt with his sunglasses on, staring at the word Studio 34 in front of him. The building looked one of those modern studios you usually see, but instead of the usual see-through clear window panes, there were some heavily tinted windows at the front. Yunho could see his own reflection staring confusedly back at him. He had tried to call Yoochun but the man didn’t pick up. Deciding that it was worth a try, he pushed the doors and stepped inside.
Now, Yunho was the son of a famous actress and well-known director so he had seen his fair share of studios since he was a kid. He often visited his father’s studio until one day when he was fifteen, his parents got into a car crash and it killed them on the spot. However the memories about studios remained embedded in his brain and although now Yunho had no business in entertainment industry whatsoever, his father’s love for camera flowed in him. He was a freelance photographer now.
For one thing, there was always somebody manning the receptionist desk. But the studio in front of him didn’t even have a receptionist desk. Instead he was immediately greeted with what looked like a filming set. It was a replica of a first class cabin on some plane, complete with the low ceilings, small fake-window panes at the side and large reclining seats, workstation and private TVs. A couple of huge lights shot down on the set, making it perfectly ready for filming anytime the director shouted ‘Action!’ Yunho wondered briefly why they need to build up a set to shoot first-class cabin scene, wouldn’t it be easier and cheaper to asked cooperation from an airline?
The usual buzz and chaos were in the studio, some people running around shouting orders at each other and Yunho just had enough time to stop one of the stylist noonas and asked where Yoochun was. She pointed to a room at the corner and immediately scampered away. Yunho called out thanks to her before going into that direction.
The door was closed so Yunho had to knock. A voice told him to come in and Yunho stepped in, expecting the same chaotic situation like the studio outside but boy was he wrong. From what he could see it was some sort of dressing room where the actors waited for their turn, although the only mirror in the room was a huge one that occupied one side of the wall completely and Yunho found Yoochun sitting on one of the plush sofa with a bottle of beer in his hand. He was talking to two other men who were sitting really close to each other. One of them was blonde and the other was brunette. The blonde one had dark eyeliner around his eyes, making him looked particularly sexy. The brunette was more on serious type, handsome and dressed in impeccable suit that screamed something like this season’s Armani bitch, something that you can’t afford.
“Yunho!” Yoochun stood up and greeted him. He was dressed in a casual clothes, jeans and wife beater, and Yunho smiled at him. Even though he hadn’t seen Yoochun for two years, it seemed that nothing had changed. Yoochun still had that wavy shoulder-length hair style, and he looked as handsome as ever. But somehow he looked worried, there were frowns marring that huge forehead and although he was smiling, the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Hey man, how are you?” Yunho gave him a big hug. “Sorry it was Donghae who answered my phone the other day.”
“It’s okay, you’re here anyway and how is your roommate? Is he gay yet?”
“Nah, he’s still as straight as ever.”
Yoochun let out a disappointed sound. “Too bad.”
“Anyway, why did you call me here? Is everything okay?” Underneath all the jokes and smiles, he could see that Yoochun was really worried. Something big must’ve happened if it caused Yoochun to become this worried. Hopefully it was nothing big.
“Yeah, definitely. Everything’s okay, it’s just-“
The brunette on the couch snorted. “Everything’s okay, my ass. Just tell him already so we can start the shooting already okay?”
“Shut up, Changmin,” Yoochun shot back. He looked at Yunho and nervously said, “Okay. Yun. Listen. I need your help.”
Yunho shrugged, “Whatever I can do to help you, man. We’ve been friends for so long, you don’t need to be so formal.”
The man named Changmin snorted again but neither Yoochun nor Yunho paid him any attention. Yoochun looked like he wanted to run away. All kinds of thoughts flew through Yunho’s brain: was Yoochun in a debt? Was he being chased by loan shark? Or did he murder someone and now he needed Yunho’s help to hide the body? Oh fuck, Yunho was too young to go to jail and why the hell did he say he’d do anything to help Yoochun? It was so stupid and just pure idio-
“He needs you in porn,” The sexy blonde next to Changmin spoke.
Yunho blinked. And blinked again. “Wait. What? Say that again?”
“It’s not porn!” Yoochun whined at the man, “It’s adult video, Su, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“What’s the difference? Just say that it’s porn!”
“They are different!”
“No they’re not!”
“Umm-“ Yunho interrupted before any of the shouting match begins again, “Can somebody explain to me what’s going on?”
“O-kay,” Changmin stood up and Yunho had a hard time tearing his gaze away from those long, long legs. Damn, Changmin was really tall. He had the kind of body that’s just perfect for modeling; lean, muscled but not overly so. “We’ll leave that pleasure to Yoochun. Come on Su, let’s get you ready. When Yoochun’s done explaining, maybe we’ll have a cameraman by the end of the day.” He gestured at the blonde to stand up. They left the room together, the blonde shot an annoyed look at Yoochun and smiled at Yunho.
The door closed with a click. Yoochun looked at Yunho, sighed, and said dejectedly, “I need you to shoot adult videos.”
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Through some of hasty and fuzzy explanations, these were the things that Yunho had successfully gathered. Apparently Yoochun owned some kind of studio that specializes in making porn -ehm, adult videos for closet perverted who are willing to pay big bucks for that. The studio provided HD quality gay videos with outrageous prices and it sold surprisingly well. Yoochun aimed for a niche market at the beginning and so far his studio remained the only one who provided such entertainment.
“We sell temptation, dreams and imaginations for those who cannot embrace their true selves.”
Yunho thought it was really ridiculous and he said this to Yoochun. His friend had retaliated by showing him a picture in his phone. Yunho’s mouth went dry. On the picture was a half naked Kim Jaejoong, the Kim Jaejoong - Yunho’s huge crush in all his four years of college which everyone knows except Kim Jaejoong himself. Jaejoong was in the bathroom, obviously just finished showering. He wore a towel and only a towel that hung dangerously low on his narrow waist, droplets of water still decorated his body and was that tattoo Yunho saw? He could feel his erection starting to swell.
Yoochun had smirked at him. “He’s one of my actors.”
And just like that, Yunho agreed to become Yoochun’s cameraman for the day. The usual cameraman had a personal emergency this morning and Yoochun had a deadline, so to speak. He was scheduled to upload his newest adult movie on the internet this afternoon.
“‘Welcome to the Sex Plane’?” Yunho asked while holding the script - five full pages of nothing but graphic sex description.
“Yes!” Yoochun chimed in gleefully, all smiles because he now had a photographer/cameraman. “Thus, the set,” he gestured exuberantly at the first-class cabin setting. Yunho nodded, finally understanding why they couldn’t just rent a first class cabin instead of building a whole set.
He adjusted the camera Yoochun handed to him, trying to get used to the feeling of shooting again, and not just as a photographer. It had been years since he tried this, but after some minor difficulties (Yoochun shot him withering glare when he dropped the camera for the nth time) he’d finally got it ready. “We’re ready,” he said to Yoochun.
“Fabulous! Somebody call Changmin and Junsu please!” Yoochun shouted out. Yunho frowned, wasn’t Changmin the guy in Armani suit earlier? And was Junsu the sexy blonde one? Oh dear god were they the porn stars? The freakin’ porn stars??
Changmin appeared, still wearing his Armani suit and entered the set. The expression on his face was stern, not like any other porn stars that have sleazy smirks on their faces. He sat down and opened his iPad, working and typing emails until one of the flight attendants came. It was Junsu. He was wearing male steward attire, the suit hugged his tight body perfectly and if Yunho hadn’t realized how incredible Junsu’s ass looked like, he did now.
Junsu held a tray with a glass of champagne on it, standard procedure for first class passengers, and said in low tone, “Would you like some champagne, sir?” Something in the way he said it made Yunho gulped, as if Junsu was offering something other than champagne.
Changmin put down his iPad with a loud thud. “Strip,” he commanded.
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Well, that was interesting.
Oh screw it; who was he kidding. It was downright mind-blowing. Yunho had of course heard about dominant/submissive role play during sex, but he had never seen that personally. Changmin was strict, every word he said, every move his body made; everything was a major turn on. While Junsu was also a major turn on although in a totally different way. Junsu whimpered, Junsu moaned, Junsu struggled, Junsu cried and damn it, it was fucking sexy.
And if what he’d heard about Changmin and Junsu, they were the best in the industry. Yoochun mentioned that by having this kind of role play on adult video industries, they could get two potential markets in one time. The one who wanted to be Changmin (fucking submissive boys hardcore) and those who wanted to be Junsu (those who have inner submissive needs: being fucked by gorgeous dominant alpha male, but can’t really get it out). All in all, this role play was one of the best ideas Yoochun had ever had.
While Yunho got a fucking boner the whole time he shot the video. Yoochun had laughed at him.
It’s perfectly normal reaction, Yunho, in fact if you don’t get turned after watching Changmin and Junsu perform it means you’re impotent.
Well. It might be amusing to Yoochun, but for Yunho, he couldn’t get that video out of his head. It replayed itself again and again, images and movements kept popping out randomly. He was half-mind to join Yoochun’s website.
Yunho decided he needs to wash his face, maybe some cold water could help waning his erection down a little. When he opened the bathroom door however, he stopped right in his tracks. Jaejoong was there. Kim fucking Jaejoong was there.
The man was washing his hands and he looked surprised seeing Yunho. “Oh, hello. Are you new? I’ve never seen you around. My name is Jaejoong.” He turned off the trap and grabbed a couple of tissue papers to dry his hand. Those big doe eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Wait. You seem familiar to me though. Hmm…” His fingers snapped. “Of course! You’re the one at the basketball team in college. Yunho, right?”
Yunho thought he could die. Jaejoong knew him. Kim Jaejoong called his name! “Err, yeah,” he squeaked. Yunho hated himself for sounding like a school girl.
“Great! I knew I recognize you somewhere. Are you a friend of Yoochun?”
“Err, somewhat. I’m the temporary cameraman.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong sounded disappointed for some reason. “Okay then. Well, welcome to the team. I hope you have a great time.” He gave Yunho one last beaming smile and walked out. Yunho could only stare at Jaejoong’s retreating form and he felt like hyperventilating. What the fuck just happened?
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Yunho wanted to kill Yoochun. He wanted to kill the man, then maybe resurrected him so that he could kill him again.
Apparently, on top of his job as substitute cameraman he also needed to be in the videos. Sort of. Yoochun had another deadline although this one wasn’t as urgent as the previous one. This one wasn’t scheduled to be on air until a week from now but just like any good businessman, he didn’t like procrastinating. Yoochun had explained that only Yunho’s cock and his thighs that would be visible because Jaejoong would be the main focus, but still! This was outrageous. Aside from the fact that it would be Yunho’s cock Jaejoong would be sucking, it was downright despicable. What if someone recognized him? Very unlikely, Yoochun had said, unless someone recognized your penis among millions of penis out there.
This was the next big scenario Yoochun had in mind: someone (the cameraman) got his sucked by a young man (Jaejoong) while recording the whole thing. Yoochun said that it would be another one of those mind-blowing scenarios especially for people who wanted their cocks sucked by pretty young male. To put it in better words: for the lowest kind of closet perverted. At least with Changmin and Junsu there was an inner desire waiting to be unleashed (Yoochun’s words, not his). While for Jaejoong’s part, Yunho had seen this scenario in other porn movies. But then again he wasn’t the entrepreneur genius here, Yoochun was.
Yunho couldn’t get away with it. Yoochun said it was part of the job and although Yunho hadn’t agreed to it, Yoochun seemed to think otherwise. The producer had sent Jaejoong to get ready. Yunho felt a headache forming and he stepped into the waiting room. Changmin was there, seated on the same sofa while Junsu sat on his lap, his eyes closed. Junsu was leaning against Changmin as he rested, and Yunho was shocked by how peaceful the scenery looked. Changmin had his arms around Junsu, fingers stroking the blond hair lovingly. He was so different than the domineering top Yunho had seen earlier, although he could still sense the same protectiveness from the tall man.
Changmin gave him a look that said: don’t say anything, you might wake him. Yunho obeyed. He plopped down on the sofa across Changmin. He massaged his temples, hoping it would lighten his headache because everything was just so fucking weird today.
The door slammed open with a loud bang. Junsu’s body jerked up and Changmin shot Jaejoong who just came in an annoyed glare. Jaejoong ignored it however, and his eyes settled on Yunho. “We need to talk, you and me, over there.” His thumb jerked at an alcove at one corner Yunho hadn’t noticed before.
He followed Jaejoong, mind whirling with what could possibly put this man into such bad mood. Jaejoong had changed his clothes, he was now wearing a pair of dark tight jeans and black shirts that clung to him like second skin. Yunho swallowed. Jaejoong looked so fucking sexy.
“Well,” he fixed Yunho a glare, “I don’t mean to be rude, but are you comfortable with this?”
“What do you mean?”
“This!” he threw a frustrated hand into the air, “with me, sucking your cock.”
Yunho suppressed a shiver. God, it sounded all wrong but it incredibly arousing at the same time. Kim fucking Jaejoong would suck his cock. This was sexier than his wildest dream. Jaejoong started tapping his foot impatiently and Yunho realized he needed to answer the question. “I’d like to try that,” Yunho cleared his throat, “I mean, if you’re okay with it, then I’m okay too.”
Jaejoong snorted. “I’m a porn star, Yunho, of course I’m okay with that.”
Somehow Jaejoong’s answer made him sad.
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Yunho had seen his fair share of striptease (come on, he’s a healthy male in a healthy sexual environment), but nothing prepared him from seeing Jaejoong strip-teased for him. Well technically he was stripping for audiences but who cares, at this moment he was stripping for Yunho.
It began with slow R&B music. Beats thumping from speakers Yunho didn’t notice before. Jaejoong’s silhouette appeared from behind a curtain. The first-class airplane set had been changed into, well, Yunho didn’t really know what the theme was right now, but it seemed unimportant to him.
Jaejoong began to dance and Yunho struggled to keep his hand-held camera from shaking. Fuck. The way Jaejoong moved his hips wasn’t the most graceful out there, but something with the way he did it made Yunho’s mouth watered. He could feel his pants got really tight. Then the curtain was flipped open, revealing Jaejoong in those sinfully tight clothes. He walked closer to Yunho, each step echoed loudly within the now silent studio. The music had stopped and Yunho didn’t realize it.
Those dark big eyes looked straight at him (or maybe at the camera, but Yunho didn’t really care) they promised a whole new level of sin and it made him shiver. Jaejoong stopped right in front of him. Mouth curled up in a teasing smile.
He raised a hand to flick open the topmost button, eyes still staring at Yunho all the time. Then Jaejoong slipped a finger in his mouth, sucking on the tip and moaned low in his throat. The sound went straight to Yunho’s groin. The second button was now opened. The third followed. And the fourth. By the time Jaejoong pulled off his shirt, Yunho’s cock was hard as rock.
Yunho thought he could die anytime now, but Jaejoong suddenly dropped down to his knees, eyes casted downwards. It was a complete opposite to the sexy stripping Jae earlier, but it was still sexy nonetheless. Hell, every pore from the man’s body screamed sexiness. Jaejoong reached for Yunho’s pants, unbuckling the belt and the cameraman could do nothing but to make sure the camera captured every movement.
The belt came off. But Jaejoong didn’t tug his pants down. Instead he kissed Yunho’s erection tent, biting and nipping through the fabric teasingly. Yunho couldn’t bit back a groan. He was no longer worried if someone could recognize his voice. Right now he wanted Jaejoong to know what these sinful acts were doing to his body. Plus according to Yoochun he wanted his audiences to experience the same raw emotion Yunho would’ve felt when Jaejoong sucked his cock later on. So in a way letting go was kind of perfect.
Jaejoong carefully tugged down Yunho’s pants, letting it pooling on the floor. Yunho’s erection was now more obvious than ever, few wet spots already wetting his boxer. At first Jae licked it through the fabric, but then he began to suck and all things started to go blur from there.
Yunho was panting. Jaejoong hadn’t even touched his cock (not directly anyway) and he was already so damn hard.
Finally Jaejoong reached up for the boxer’s elastic bands and pulled it down. Yunho’s cock stood angrily, the tip was already leaking with pre-come. Jaejoong made cooing noises, a grin spread across his face as if he was a six year old kid who had just found his favorite toy. Actually that wasn’t a totally far-off metaphor.
Those full lips opened, and he took Yunho’s cock all the way down. Yunho groaned. Jaejoong’s mouth felt so fucking good. He never had anyone who could take him without gagging at first, but Jaejoong was a pro. The thought somehow made his heart clenched but Yunho ignored it. This was one in a lifetime chance, he wouldn’t waste it by mooning over his one-sided crush; he would just enjoy it and that’s that. His hands were shaking, the camera probably wouldn’t get much rather than blurred images and once again Yunho didn’t care.
Jaejoong hollowed his cheek and began to suck. All thoughts flew over Yunho’s head. He tried to thrust forward, to fuck Jaejoong’s mouth but then a pair of smooth hands held his hips down. Jae held him in place, making sure he was the one who controlled the movements. Yunho just let him, content in just watching Jaejoong’s head bobbing back and forth. Besides, Jaejoong’s lips look so good around his cock and he didn’t want to interrupt the moment. His orgasm swirled around from nowhere, it actually came embarrassingly fast but shit, he couldn’t hold it back. His dick pulsed and he whimpered, trying to warn the kneeling man.
Jaejoong deep-throated him again, lips touching Yunho’s body. And then he swallowed. Yunho moaned out loud this time. Jaejoong then chose that moment to look up and it was what sent Yunho over the edge. Those big, dark eyes looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.
At the back of his mind, Yunho hoped it wasn’t only an act.
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Yunho woke up the next day, with a hangover so bad it felt like somebody took a hammer and pounded his brain into a slimy pile of mush. When his phone beeped, he wanted nothing more than throw it away so that it just shut the hell up. Then some memories about Jaejoong came to his mind like a ton of brick.
Yoochun had taken them all out to dinner last night and they were celebrating because the video about Changmin and Junsu went viral on the net. It was a huge success and probably would’ve earned the entrepreneur some few million wons. All in all Yoochun was feeling incredibly generous and he had ordered crates after crates of Soju bottles.
After too many Soju flowing in his veins, Yunho was ready to leave but that was when everything became hazy once again. Between blurred memories and the incessant hangover, Yunho thought maybe maybe maybe he had kissed Jaejoong last night. Or maybe he didn’t, he couldn’t be sure. But the kiss felt so real in his mind. His phone beeped again, signaling a second text message. Realizing that he couldn’t get anymore sleep, Yunho cracked open one eye and glanced at his phone sleepily.
The first text message was from uncle, reminding Yunho to visit his aunt once in a while because she was getting lonely as their oldest daughter had left for college last summer; but the second number was unknown. He pressed a button to read the message.
I’d like to get to know you better. How Thursday night sounds to you? Dinner at Applebee? - Jaejoong
Yunho knew he should have thought about the whole thing better. He was going out with a porn star, a freaking porn star. It might not lead to anything, maybe they would become so bored at dinner they wouldn’t go out again for a second date, but what if it doesn’t? What if they actually had fun and one date led to another and another and another until Yunho fell utterly in love once again? Would Jae leave him? What would his uncle say if his nephew was dating a porn star? Jae would never trade his career for Yunho; he knew it made his income so lucrative with all the success he got.
But then Yunho figured he could worry about those things later. For now, he smiled and fingers typing an answer: Sure.
-End story-
Main pairing: Yunho x Jaejoong
Other pairings: Changmin x Junsu
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: R
Warnings: boy x boy relationship, pornstar!universe
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK/JYJ
Summary: Yunho thought he would just be meeting his old friend, Yoochun one day. Turned out he was suddenly thrown into a totally different world in where he met his college crush who had become a porn star: Kim fucking Jaejoong.
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Author's Note: An early (maybe) birthday present for drazen08! Happy birthday darling! Hope you have a good holiday!
Make Love To The Camera
By: Sharl
It all started with a phone call two days ago.
Yunho had woken up late that day, with a hangover so bad it felt like somebody took a hammer and pounded his brain into a slimy pile of mush. When his phone rings, he wanted nothing more than throw it away so that it just shut the hell up. Fortunately his best friend/roommate Donghae was somehow more cognizant than he was, despite had drunk more or less the same amount of alcohol than he did. Through some fuzzy and blurry memories later, Yunho heard something like ‘yeah, don’t worry he’ll be there.’
The next thing he knew it was already at night. Donghae was completely awake now, sitting on the sofa, munching on a sandwich while watching some variety shows. Yunho had stumbled into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, he took a piece of Donghae’s sandwich, ignoring the protest of ‘Hey that’s mine’ and asked who the hell called earlier? Donghae had told him that it was Yoochun, one of his college friends and he wanted to ask a favor from Yunho. He needed Yunho to go to Studio 34 on the Maple Avenue tomorrow exactly at 11 AM. A cute actress that Donghae liked then appeared on the screen and before long Donghae was gushing over her and the conversation about Yoochun was momentarily forgotten.
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Yunho was now standing at the Maple Avenue, dressed in a pair of khakis and T-shirt with his sunglasses on, staring at the word Studio 34 in front of him. The building looked one of those modern studios you usually see, but instead of the usual see-through clear window panes, there were some heavily tinted windows at the front. Yunho could see his own reflection staring confusedly back at him. He had tried to call Yoochun but the man didn’t pick up. Deciding that it was worth a try, he pushed the doors and stepped inside.
Now, Yunho was the son of a famous actress and well-known director so he had seen his fair share of studios since he was a kid. He often visited his father’s studio until one day when he was fifteen, his parents got into a car crash and it killed them on the spot. However the memories about studios remained embedded in his brain and although now Yunho had no business in entertainment industry whatsoever, his father’s love for camera flowed in him. He was a freelance photographer now.
For one thing, there was always somebody manning the receptionist desk. But the studio in front of him didn’t even have a receptionist desk. Instead he was immediately greeted with what looked like a filming set. It was a replica of a first class cabin on some plane, complete with the low ceilings, small fake-window panes at the side and large reclining seats, workstation and private TVs. A couple of huge lights shot down on the set, making it perfectly ready for filming anytime the director shouted ‘Action!’ Yunho wondered briefly why they need to build up a set to shoot first-class cabin scene, wouldn’t it be easier and cheaper to asked cooperation from an airline?
The usual buzz and chaos were in the studio, some people running around shouting orders at each other and Yunho just had enough time to stop one of the stylist noonas and asked where Yoochun was. She pointed to a room at the corner and immediately scampered away. Yunho called out thanks to her before going into that direction.
The door was closed so Yunho had to knock. A voice told him to come in and Yunho stepped in, expecting the same chaotic situation like the studio outside but boy was he wrong. From what he could see it was some sort of dressing room where the actors waited for their turn, although the only mirror in the room was a huge one that occupied one side of the wall completely and Yunho found Yoochun sitting on one of the plush sofa with a bottle of beer in his hand. He was talking to two other men who were sitting really close to each other. One of them was blonde and the other was brunette. The blonde one had dark eyeliner around his eyes, making him looked particularly sexy. The brunette was more on serious type, handsome and dressed in impeccable suit that screamed something like this season’s Armani bitch, something that you can’t afford.
“Yunho!” Yoochun stood up and greeted him. He was dressed in a casual clothes, jeans and wife beater, and Yunho smiled at him. Even though he hadn’t seen Yoochun for two years, it seemed that nothing had changed. Yoochun still had that wavy shoulder-length hair style, and he looked as handsome as ever. But somehow he looked worried, there were frowns marring that huge forehead and although he was smiling, the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Hey man, how are you?” Yunho gave him a big hug. “Sorry it was Donghae who answered my phone the other day.”
“It’s okay, you’re here anyway and how is your roommate? Is he gay yet?”
“Nah, he’s still as straight as ever.”
Yoochun let out a disappointed sound. “Too bad.”
“Anyway, why did you call me here? Is everything okay?” Underneath all the jokes and smiles, he could see that Yoochun was really worried. Something big must’ve happened if it caused Yoochun to become this worried. Hopefully it was nothing big.
“Yeah, definitely. Everything’s okay, it’s just-“
The brunette on the couch snorted. “Everything’s okay, my ass. Just tell him already so we can start the shooting already okay?”
“Shut up, Changmin,” Yoochun shot back. He looked at Yunho and nervously said, “Okay. Yun. Listen. I need your help.”
Yunho shrugged, “Whatever I can do to help you, man. We’ve been friends for so long, you don’t need to be so formal.”
The man named Changmin snorted again but neither Yoochun nor Yunho paid him any attention. Yoochun looked like he wanted to run away. All kinds of thoughts flew through Yunho’s brain: was Yoochun in a debt? Was he being chased by loan shark? Or did he murder someone and now he needed Yunho’s help to hide the body? Oh fuck, Yunho was too young to go to jail and why the hell did he say he’d do anything to help Yoochun? It was so stupid and just pure idio-
“He needs you in porn,” The sexy blonde next to Changmin spoke.
Yunho blinked. And blinked again. “Wait. What? Say that again?”
“It’s not porn!” Yoochun whined at the man, “It’s adult video, Su, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“What’s the difference? Just say that it’s porn!”
“They are different!”
“No they’re not!”
“Umm-“ Yunho interrupted before any of the shouting match begins again, “Can somebody explain to me what’s going on?”
“O-kay,” Changmin stood up and Yunho had a hard time tearing his gaze away from those long, long legs. Damn, Changmin was really tall. He had the kind of body that’s just perfect for modeling; lean, muscled but not overly so. “We’ll leave that pleasure to Yoochun. Come on Su, let’s get you ready. When Yoochun’s done explaining, maybe we’ll have a cameraman by the end of the day.” He gestured at the blonde to stand up. They left the room together, the blonde shot an annoyed look at Yoochun and smiled at Yunho.
The door closed with a click. Yoochun looked at Yunho, sighed, and said dejectedly, “I need you to shoot adult videos.”
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Through some of hasty and fuzzy explanations, these were the things that Yunho had successfully gathered. Apparently Yoochun owned some kind of studio that specializes in making porn -ehm, adult videos for closet perverted who are willing to pay big bucks for that. The studio provided HD quality gay videos with outrageous prices and it sold surprisingly well. Yoochun aimed for a niche market at the beginning and so far his studio remained the only one who provided such entertainment.
“We sell temptation, dreams and imaginations for those who cannot embrace their true selves.”
Yunho thought it was really ridiculous and he said this to Yoochun. His friend had retaliated by showing him a picture in his phone. Yunho’s mouth went dry. On the picture was a half naked Kim Jaejoong, the Kim Jaejoong - Yunho’s huge crush in all his four years of college which everyone knows except Kim Jaejoong himself. Jaejoong was in the bathroom, obviously just finished showering. He wore a towel and only a towel that hung dangerously low on his narrow waist, droplets of water still decorated his body and was that tattoo Yunho saw? He could feel his erection starting to swell.
Yoochun had smirked at him. “He’s one of my actors.”
And just like that, Yunho agreed to become Yoochun’s cameraman for the day. The usual cameraman had a personal emergency this morning and Yoochun had a deadline, so to speak. He was scheduled to upload his newest adult movie on the internet this afternoon.
“‘Welcome to the Sex Plane’?” Yunho asked while holding the script - five full pages of nothing but graphic sex description.
“Yes!” Yoochun chimed in gleefully, all smiles because he now had a photographer/cameraman. “Thus, the set,” he gestured exuberantly at the first-class cabin setting. Yunho nodded, finally understanding why they couldn’t just rent a first class cabin instead of building a whole set.
He adjusted the camera Yoochun handed to him, trying to get used to the feeling of shooting again, and not just as a photographer. It had been years since he tried this, but after some minor difficulties (Yoochun shot him withering glare when he dropped the camera for the nth time) he’d finally got it ready. “We’re ready,” he said to Yoochun.
“Fabulous! Somebody call Changmin and Junsu please!” Yoochun shouted out. Yunho frowned, wasn’t Changmin the guy in Armani suit earlier? And was Junsu the sexy blonde one? Oh dear god were they the porn stars? The freakin’ porn stars??
Changmin appeared, still wearing his Armani suit and entered the set. The expression on his face was stern, not like any other porn stars that have sleazy smirks on their faces. He sat down and opened his iPad, working and typing emails until one of the flight attendants came. It was Junsu. He was wearing male steward attire, the suit hugged his tight body perfectly and if Yunho hadn’t realized how incredible Junsu’s ass looked like, he did now.
Junsu held a tray with a glass of champagne on it, standard procedure for first class passengers, and said in low tone, “Would you like some champagne, sir?” Something in the way he said it made Yunho gulped, as if Junsu was offering something other than champagne.
Changmin put down his iPad with a loud thud. “Strip,” he commanded.
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Well, that was interesting.
Oh screw it; who was he kidding. It was downright mind-blowing. Yunho had of course heard about dominant/submissive role play during sex, but he had never seen that personally. Changmin was strict, every word he said, every move his body made; everything was a major turn on. While Junsu was also a major turn on although in a totally different way. Junsu whimpered, Junsu moaned, Junsu struggled, Junsu cried and damn it, it was fucking sexy.
And if what he’d heard about Changmin and Junsu, they were the best in the industry. Yoochun mentioned that by having this kind of role play on adult video industries, they could get two potential markets in one time. The one who wanted to be Changmin (fucking submissive boys hardcore) and those who wanted to be Junsu (those who have inner submissive needs: being fucked by gorgeous dominant alpha male, but can’t really get it out). All in all, this role play was one of the best ideas Yoochun had ever had.
While Yunho got a fucking boner the whole time he shot the video. Yoochun had laughed at him.
It’s perfectly normal reaction, Yunho, in fact if you don’t get turned after watching Changmin and Junsu perform it means you’re impotent.
Well. It might be amusing to Yoochun, but for Yunho, he couldn’t get that video out of his head. It replayed itself again and again, images and movements kept popping out randomly. He was half-mind to join Yoochun’s website.
Yunho decided he needs to wash his face, maybe some cold water could help waning his erection down a little. When he opened the bathroom door however, he stopped right in his tracks. Jaejoong was there. Kim fucking Jaejoong was there.
The man was washing his hands and he looked surprised seeing Yunho. “Oh, hello. Are you new? I’ve never seen you around. My name is Jaejoong.” He turned off the trap and grabbed a couple of tissue papers to dry his hand. Those big doe eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Wait. You seem familiar to me though. Hmm…” His fingers snapped. “Of course! You’re the one at the basketball team in college. Yunho, right?”
Yunho thought he could die. Jaejoong knew him. Kim Jaejoong called his name! “Err, yeah,” he squeaked. Yunho hated himself for sounding like a school girl.
“Great! I knew I recognize you somewhere. Are you a friend of Yoochun?”
“Err, somewhat. I’m the temporary cameraman.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong sounded disappointed for some reason. “Okay then. Well, welcome to the team. I hope you have a great time.” He gave Yunho one last beaming smile and walked out. Yunho could only stare at Jaejoong’s retreating form and he felt like hyperventilating. What the fuck just happened?
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Yunho wanted to kill Yoochun. He wanted to kill the man, then maybe resurrected him so that he could kill him again.
Apparently, on top of his job as substitute cameraman he also needed to be in the videos. Sort of. Yoochun had another deadline although this one wasn’t as urgent as the previous one. This one wasn’t scheduled to be on air until a week from now but just like any good businessman, he didn’t like procrastinating. Yoochun had explained that only Yunho’s cock and his thighs that would be visible because Jaejoong would be the main focus, but still! This was outrageous. Aside from the fact that it would be Yunho’s cock Jaejoong would be sucking, it was downright despicable. What if someone recognized him? Very unlikely, Yoochun had said, unless someone recognized your penis among millions of penis out there.
This was the next big scenario Yoochun had in mind: someone (the cameraman) got his sucked by a young man (Jaejoong) while recording the whole thing. Yoochun said that it would be another one of those mind-blowing scenarios especially for people who wanted their cocks sucked by pretty young male. To put it in better words: for the lowest kind of closet perverted. At least with Changmin and Junsu there was an inner desire waiting to be unleashed (Yoochun’s words, not his). While for Jaejoong’s part, Yunho had seen this scenario in other porn movies. But then again he wasn’t the entrepreneur genius here, Yoochun was.
Yunho couldn’t get away with it. Yoochun said it was part of the job and although Yunho hadn’t agreed to it, Yoochun seemed to think otherwise. The producer had sent Jaejoong to get ready. Yunho felt a headache forming and he stepped into the waiting room. Changmin was there, seated on the same sofa while Junsu sat on his lap, his eyes closed. Junsu was leaning against Changmin as he rested, and Yunho was shocked by how peaceful the scenery looked. Changmin had his arms around Junsu, fingers stroking the blond hair lovingly. He was so different than the domineering top Yunho had seen earlier, although he could still sense the same protectiveness from the tall man.
Changmin gave him a look that said: don’t say anything, you might wake him. Yunho obeyed. He plopped down on the sofa across Changmin. He massaged his temples, hoping it would lighten his headache because everything was just so fucking weird today.
The door slammed open with a loud bang. Junsu’s body jerked up and Changmin shot Jaejoong who just came in an annoyed glare. Jaejoong ignored it however, and his eyes settled on Yunho. “We need to talk, you and me, over there.” His thumb jerked at an alcove at one corner Yunho hadn’t noticed before.
He followed Jaejoong, mind whirling with what could possibly put this man into such bad mood. Jaejoong had changed his clothes, he was now wearing a pair of dark tight jeans and black shirts that clung to him like second skin. Yunho swallowed. Jaejoong looked so fucking sexy.
“Well,” he fixed Yunho a glare, “I don’t mean to be rude, but are you comfortable with this?”
“What do you mean?”
“This!” he threw a frustrated hand into the air, “with me, sucking your cock.”
Yunho suppressed a shiver. God, it sounded all wrong but it incredibly arousing at the same time. Kim fucking Jaejoong would suck his cock. This was sexier than his wildest dream. Jaejoong started tapping his foot impatiently and Yunho realized he needed to answer the question. “I’d like to try that,” Yunho cleared his throat, “I mean, if you’re okay with it, then I’m okay too.”
Jaejoong snorted. “I’m a porn star, Yunho, of course I’m okay with that.”
Somehow Jaejoong’s answer made him sad.
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Yunho had seen his fair share of striptease (come on, he’s a healthy male in a healthy sexual environment), but nothing prepared him from seeing Jaejoong strip-teased for him. Well technically he was stripping for audiences but who cares, at this moment he was stripping for Yunho.
It began with slow R&B music. Beats thumping from speakers Yunho didn’t notice before. Jaejoong’s silhouette appeared from behind a curtain. The first-class airplane set had been changed into, well, Yunho didn’t really know what the theme was right now, but it seemed unimportant to him.
Jaejoong began to dance and Yunho struggled to keep his hand-held camera from shaking. Fuck. The way Jaejoong moved his hips wasn’t the most graceful out there, but something with the way he did it made Yunho’s mouth watered. He could feel his pants got really tight. Then the curtain was flipped open, revealing Jaejoong in those sinfully tight clothes. He walked closer to Yunho, each step echoed loudly within the now silent studio. The music had stopped and Yunho didn’t realize it.
Those dark big eyes looked straight at him (or maybe at the camera, but Yunho didn’t really care) they promised a whole new level of sin and it made him shiver. Jaejoong stopped right in front of him. Mouth curled up in a teasing smile.
He raised a hand to flick open the topmost button, eyes still staring at Yunho all the time. Then Jaejoong slipped a finger in his mouth, sucking on the tip and moaned low in his throat. The sound went straight to Yunho’s groin. The second button was now opened. The third followed. And the fourth. By the time Jaejoong pulled off his shirt, Yunho’s cock was hard as rock.
Yunho thought he could die anytime now, but Jaejoong suddenly dropped down to his knees, eyes casted downwards. It was a complete opposite to the sexy stripping Jae earlier, but it was still sexy nonetheless. Hell, every pore from the man’s body screamed sexiness. Jaejoong reached for Yunho’s pants, unbuckling the belt and the cameraman could do nothing but to make sure the camera captured every movement.
The belt came off. But Jaejoong didn’t tug his pants down. Instead he kissed Yunho’s erection tent, biting and nipping through the fabric teasingly. Yunho couldn’t bit back a groan. He was no longer worried if someone could recognize his voice. Right now he wanted Jaejoong to know what these sinful acts were doing to his body. Plus according to Yoochun he wanted his audiences to experience the same raw emotion Yunho would’ve felt when Jaejoong sucked his cock later on. So in a way letting go was kind of perfect.
Jaejoong carefully tugged down Yunho’s pants, letting it pooling on the floor. Yunho’s erection was now more obvious than ever, few wet spots already wetting his boxer. At first Jae licked it through the fabric, but then he began to suck and all things started to go blur from there.
Yunho was panting. Jaejoong hadn’t even touched his cock (not directly anyway) and he was already so damn hard.
Finally Jaejoong reached up for the boxer’s elastic bands and pulled it down. Yunho’s cock stood angrily, the tip was already leaking with pre-come. Jaejoong made cooing noises, a grin spread across his face as if he was a six year old kid who had just found his favorite toy. Actually that wasn’t a totally far-off metaphor.
Those full lips opened, and he took Yunho’s cock all the way down. Yunho groaned. Jaejoong’s mouth felt so fucking good. He never had anyone who could take him without gagging at first, but Jaejoong was a pro. The thought somehow made his heart clenched but Yunho ignored it. This was one in a lifetime chance, he wouldn’t waste it by mooning over his one-sided crush; he would just enjoy it and that’s that. His hands were shaking, the camera probably wouldn’t get much rather than blurred images and once again Yunho didn’t care.
Jaejoong hollowed his cheek and began to suck. All thoughts flew over Yunho’s head. He tried to thrust forward, to fuck Jaejoong’s mouth but then a pair of smooth hands held his hips down. Jae held him in place, making sure he was the one who controlled the movements. Yunho just let him, content in just watching Jaejoong’s head bobbing back and forth. Besides, Jaejoong’s lips look so good around his cock and he didn’t want to interrupt the moment. His orgasm swirled around from nowhere, it actually came embarrassingly fast but shit, he couldn’t hold it back. His dick pulsed and he whimpered, trying to warn the kneeling man.
Jaejoong deep-throated him again, lips touching Yunho’s body. And then he swallowed. Yunho moaned out loud this time. Jaejoong then chose that moment to look up and it was what sent Yunho over the edge. Those big, dark eyes looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.
At the back of his mind, Yunho hoped it wasn’t only an act.
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Yunho woke up the next day, with a hangover so bad it felt like somebody took a hammer and pounded his brain into a slimy pile of mush. When his phone beeped, he wanted nothing more than throw it away so that it just shut the hell up. Then some memories about Jaejoong came to his mind like a ton of brick.
Yoochun had taken them all out to dinner last night and they were celebrating because the video about Changmin and Junsu went viral on the net. It was a huge success and probably would’ve earned the entrepreneur some few million wons. All in all Yoochun was feeling incredibly generous and he had ordered crates after crates of Soju bottles.
After too many Soju flowing in his veins, Yunho was ready to leave but that was when everything became hazy once again. Between blurred memories and the incessant hangover, Yunho thought maybe maybe maybe he had kissed Jaejoong last night. Or maybe he didn’t, he couldn’t be sure. But the kiss felt so real in his mind. His phone beeped again, signaling a second text message. Realizing that he couldn’t get anymore sleep, Yunho cracked open one eye and glanced at his phone sleepily.
The first text message was from uncle, reminding Yunho to visit his aunt once in a while because she was getting lonely as their oldest daughter had left for college last summer; but the second number was unknown. He pressed a button to read the message.
I’d like to get to know you better. How Thursday night sounds to you? Dinner at Applebee? - Jaejoong
Yunho knew he should have thought about the whole thing better. He was going out with a porn star, a freaking porn star. It might not lead to anything, maybe they would become so bored at dinner they wouldn’t go out again for a second date, but what if it doesn’t? What if they actually had fun and one date led to another and another and another until Yunho fell utterly in love once again? Would Jae leave him? What would his uncle say if his nephew was dating a porn star? Jae would never trade his career for Yunho; he knew it made his income so lucrative with all the success he got.
But then Yunho figured he could worry about those things later. For now, he smiled and fingers typing an answer: Sure.
-End story-