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Three bedroom apartment. One bathroom, seven square meters, one parking space, near Bongcheon Station, no pets allowed, thirty minutes away from Seoul National University and a monthly rent of 500,000 won. Reasonable amount of money if divided by four responsible young men with bright futures and stable part-time jobs; a reasonable and convenient way of going through college years, even for four difficult individuals such as Jungwon and his incredibly careless roommates and friends.
Even with their mishaps and forgetfulness, everything works out with the precision of a clock as long as they keep their silly jobs or get sent money from back home before the tenth of each month. However, after Heeseung and Jake fucked the frying machine and caused a “small” fire the three of them (Jungwon just happened to be at the scene of the crime) were fired on the spot and luckily without a lawsuit. Jay’s minor felony was drunk driving with his brand new car and crashing against a lamppost; desperation and ignorance made him run towards the most expensive shop near Yongsang. He was dumb enough to prompt pay with his card and got surprised when his dad called furious the moment he stepped out the mechanic. That call was scarier than the actual crash.
So without a job or trust fund, by July fourth they started joining loose change and emptying their embarrassing bank accounts.
By July fifth there were only four bags of Shin Ramyun and two beers. A few droplets of shampoo and no laundry detergent.
By July seventh they were out of money after buying a carton of eggs and two more ramen bags. Now they were absolutely fucked.
“We need a job.” Jungwon said with a somber tone in their little emergency meeting at the living room the night of the eighth. Pacing around his friends with his hands locked behind his back like the villain of a superhero movie. Pondering, murmuring and regretting not coming up with a backup plan in between finals. “Jungwon-ah, we need the money before Friday." Jay answers even if there was no need, soft and gentle, as if any wrong movement would get the blond to explode in a million pieces, killing the entire building with anger.
The lack of answer brings Jay’s face into a childish pout; his eyes searching for his friend’s, for a tiny bit of understanding, of recognition.
“Jay, do you think that if we all beg your dad he'll help us out.” Jake breaks the silence, the smile plastered on his face gives him a tinge of pain as he watches it disappear after he shakes his head ‘no’. There’s no need to overexplain the situation, they all heard the severe lecture by Mr. Park.
Another silence falls onto them. Jake feels like crying out of pure desperation and looks at Heeseung for an answer, but he’s pensive, even more so than Jungwon, who perceives his absence as disinterest. Five minutes until the bomb goes off. “Heeseung, we're brainstorming over here. Care to join the conversation?” The annoyance made no impact; the man only looked at Jake with complicit eyes.
Ah, fuck. Jake nods and looks away.
“I know a guy. I met him at a seminar. Weird as shit, but he has an international business of sorts.” He talks while looking at the wall behind Jay, the suspense annoying the hell out of Jungwon. “He happens to pay a decent amount for uh… Home movies.” Even with the slight pause there's no hesitation in his proposal.
“Home movies?” Jay lifts his head from the couch cushion, immediately knowing what the older is talking about. Jungwon looks at him trying to understand.
“Yeah, like… amateur shit, but well done.”
“How much?”
“Depends, but around 700,000 for a twenty minute video. That’s what I’ve gotten from him lately.” Heeseung admits without an ounce of shame, Jay scoffs. “Before one of you says anything, I also need to pay tuition.”
“Good money.”
“Just enough.” Jake sighs. Nervous eyes follow Heeseung’s every breath.
“Yeah, but like I said… has to be good.” Simple.
“Good how?”
“Like super stereotypical, but well produced. Although he pays more for disgusting niche films. You know, international clients and everything. I can always ask him what kind of shit people are into lately.”
“You mean doing disgusting stuff like eating worms or pissing in cups?” Jungwon’s confusion is almost tangible. Jay tries to explain in his very soft manner, but gets interrupted by Heeseung. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“So, correct me if I'm wrong, but your friend buys videos of guys doing stupid Jackass things for whatever reason. Is that it?” The bomb could go off any minute now.
“Oh my god.” The older man laughs in disbelief.
“Count me in.” Jay stands up quickly. “Be right back.” He walks to the room he shares with Jungwon and closes the door. Jake also acts like the deal is sealed and stands up, stretching his arms up to the ceiling, his little smile gets bigger. Then Heeseung walks towards his friend and grabs him roughly by the shoulders. “I mean other types of disgusting shit. Like footjobs and taking it up the ass while moaning like a little bitch.”
“Wha-at?!” A deep blush spreads over his cheeks. The words, the stare, the damn situation. Wait, Jay agreed to this? No questions asked, no nothing? What a freak . There's no way he knows about the conditions. “I can't do it.” He tries to break free from Heeseung’s grip, but finds himself suddenly weakened; it doesn't help his case that his friend has no intention of letting him go until everything is clear.
“Unless you can find another way of making instant rent money, we will.” Jungwon shakes his head like he's having a nightmare. Please wake up! “Come on, it's fun! You will like it, I promise!”
“Me? Me as in…?” He can't even say it.
“Getting fucked? Yeah. Obviously.”
“Why me?” Jungwon raises his voice, tries to sound angry, but he stumbles and trembles. “Let me- let me do something else! Anything! Camera?”
Heeseung laughs bitterly. “Do you know the way around a camera? Exposure? Angles? Formats?” A pause. “The rule of thirds?” Jungwon tries to defend himself, opens his mouth and before any trace of sound comes out, gets interrupted again. “Stop whining, eh? It’s about time you strengthen the bond with your very best friend. Right?” Heeseung gives him a pat on the right shoulder and walks away.
Damn it.
The next day, Heeseung asked (begged) his little sister if they could use her old SUV for an “experimental black and white mute short film”. She accepted in exchange for a few undisclosed favors and looked uninterested enough to promise to stay away from them while shooting their little project. She was having friends over anyway. As long as they kept the noise to themselves everything would be fine.
Call it luck, call it destiny or whatever you want because they all happened to have just enough money in their transportation cards for the ride to Heeseung’s home in Yeonhui; the ride was mostly silent, just listening to the traffic and the whispering lull of the bus engine. Heeseung carries only a backpack with a beaten up Canon Rebel and a bunch of unintelligible scribbles on notebook paper sheets; Jake’s modest sound equipment is secure enough in his own bag and Jay has to carry two duffle bags with LED panels, heavy and delicate. Jungwon, who denied carrying anything, opted to sit next to an old lady two rows in front of the rest of them.
Jay spent the whole hour looking at the back of his friend's hair, watching it move slightly with the weak flow of air that passed from the window above, wanting to reach out and touch it, to tap his shoulder and talk about whatever, he would even be satisfied with one brief look at his direction, because ever since last night, they hadn’t talked at all. Jungwon was quick to enter the room with his headphones on later than usual; he didn’t even give him a ‘good night’. When Jay woke up, his friend was already showered and dressed, fresh and ready. No chance to have their usual banter while brushing their teeth or share their weird dreams.
They walked a short distance from their bus stop to the house. As the self-assigned director, DP, producer and now location manager, Heeseung lets everyone enter before he disappears inside, so Jake leads the way as if it were his own home.
It's rare to have a house this big with a garden in the city. Jungwon looks at the impressive big tree next to the red brick house, the windows are open and faintly hears a bunch of girls laughing. He freezes. What the hell? Why is there a freaking girl group like two meters away from them? There's no way they won't hear him! He needs to get out right this mom…
“Hello?” Heeseung’s voice snapped him back to reality. He is here about to fuck his best friend for money “Come on, get in.” He points to a white 2016 Kia Sorento in the left side of the garden. It would look brand new if it weren't for the numerous girly stickers in the back of it, some very old and worn out by sunlight. This was Heeseung’s sister’s freaking car.
“Get inside?” Jungwon asks more in defiance than curiosity. So that's why he was murmuring about tight shots and close-ups and sweat and wet sounds and what not . Pervert.
“Yeah, unless you wanna get fucked on the hood.” Heeseung bites. He gets insufferable under pressure. Reluctantly, Jungwon sighs and opens the sliding back door where he finds Jay sitting stiffly in the leather seat, he's now wearing very stupid clothes: a pair of expensive chino white pants, a dark blue polo shirt and loafers; he looks like someone's uncool dad. When they lock their eyes, Jay smiles brightly, but Jungwon is quick to look away with a blush.
“So, here’s the thing: Jay, you’re a hot dad.” Heeseung is standing outside, uncovered arms resting on the top of the car; his firm directing voice taking them out of the awkwardness before it fully develops.
“A dad? Am I wrinkly?” Jay quickly looks at his face in the rearview mirror, standing up. Heeseung hits him on the butt, but Jay doesn't budge. His face cannot look old at 23.
“Shut up, I’m not even focusing on your face that much. We don’t really care about you. It’s the vibes. Pay attention: so you’re in the car with Jungwon who happens to be the barely legal son of your best friend, right? And…”
“Please don’t say that.” Jungwon interrupts, his expression shows annoyance and a bit of shame, like it's the first time he's ever been introduced to the concept.
“Say what? Barely legal?” Heeseung is not even trying to tease his friend, but repeats it just to make sure that's the word he's not supposed to say.
“It’s disgusting, I don’t like it.” Jungwon is looking at Heeseung through Jay's body, still checking himself in the mirror.
“Ugh, yeah, whatever. Sit the fuck down, man.” Heeseung pulls Jay by the shirt and falls right back on his seat with a thud, Jay groans in an exaggerated manner, looking at Jungwon to see if he found it funny, but his friend is not even looking at him. Jay sulks even more.
“You’re in the car with Jungwon, who happens to be the age-appropriate son of your best friend. Yeah?” Heeseung continues, glaring at the blonde. “The thing is…”
“How did we meet?” Jay interrupts. His question was filled with genuine concern.
“What?”
“Yeah, his dad and I? Did we go to high school together or…?” He makes all sorts of meaningless gestures with his hands instead of speaking.
“Man, don’t bother me with that shit. You’re not a fucking actor.” Heeseung takes a few steps back, frustrated. This is going to take forever.
“I watched some videos, you know? on method acting and seems dope, figured it could help.” Jay shrugs, still side-eyeing Jungwon, but getting zero reaction.
“You think you’re fucking Daniel Day-Lewis? Imagine something, I don’t care… Jesus fucking Christ…” The director looks worried at his wrist watch. “You’ll have to improvise, but I have an outline written, so in between cuts I’ll tell you what to do.”
“How does it start?” Jungwon asks shyly. Heeseung had told them absolutely nothing except for the location.
“Uh, it’s a fishing trip and your dad stopped at a gas station because of some bullshit, and Jay starts flirting with you and yeah. That’s pretty much it.” Heeseung takes some rolled papers from the back pocket of his ripped jeans, filled with scribbles, drawings and timestamps and stars to skim it.
“Why are we both in the backseat?”
“Huh?” Heeseung takes his sight out of the mess of papers. “I don’t know.”
“It doesn’t make sense, unless there’s another person in the passenger seat.” Jungwon points out. In other circumstances teasing his older friend about the mishaps in his silly little movies would cause him joy, but now the weight in his stomach pulls all of his bite down.
“Yeah… you’re right.” Heeseung shows concern for the pointed continuity error.
“Maybe we just came back from Vietnam and we’re so deep into PTSD we think there’s another person in there but it’s just our imagination. You know?” Jay barges in with a big smile.
“I don’t think that’s…”
“Stop that, will ya?” The older man sighs and looks at his watch again. “Rehearse your lines or whatever, I’ll go check on Jake and the mics.” Heeseung closes the door a bit more violently than intended. His steps are quick and heavy against the pavement trail back to Jake, who's sitting in the sill, arranging his equipment.
Well.
“What fucking lines?” Jungwon mutters, his hands go straight to his hair, pulling lightly in frustration.
“I’m sorry we’re doing this.” Jay says out of nowhere, bending his body to look at his friend in the eyes. Jungwon sighs, he cannot unpack any of this right now. Before he can say anything, Jay speaks again. “I’m glad it’s you, tho.” The sincerity in his eyes confuses Jungwon. Was he not scared of the repercussions of ass fucking his best friend ever?
“Yeah, me too.” He answers without thinking much. “I mean, we’ve kissed before, right?” Why did he even mention that? Jay smiles knowingly before the regret comes.
“Hah, I guess... Look at it this way: it’s just kissing with extra steps! Isn't it?” Jay's attempt at reassurance is ineffectively cute. There were a lot of extra steps then.
“Sure.” Jungwon tries to stay unfazed, but there's a phantom pain in his chest after seeing Jay in the eyes since yesterday; he smiles. Maybe, if he wasn't scared, then their friendship would be absolutely fine. Jay tenderly returns the gesture, seems like he wants to move closer, like there's something else he wants to say.
The hesitation gives Heeseung the perfect time to barge in, opening the door in one swift motion. “Jake's ready, let's gour” He says with a big smile, seemingly in a much better mood. He opens the copilot door and kneels watching his friends, his back to the dashboard. Jake gets in using the opposite door, holding with one hand his phone, painter’s tape around his wrist, a pair of earpods and a small mysterious looking black box; without a word and a face of pure concentration he opens the box and takes out two lavalier microphones, he attaches one to the ceiling with a piece of the tape and keeps the other one.
“Aight, talk. Say something.” Jake says as he puts his earphones on, looking at his screen. Jay thinks and opens his mouth, a mischievous smile already forming.
“What do you want us to do… in general?” Jungwon takes the chance.
“Well, make out a little, then…”
“I need them to talk, Heeseung, not you.” Jake interrupts, still focused on the recording app.
“Fucking whatever, okay, repeat after me. Yeah?” Jungwon nods slowly, feeling like this was only a complicated ploy just to humiliate him. Jay gets closer to his friend, laying his elbow on Jungwon’s shoulder, feeling him tense up, but ignoring it for the sake of their comfort. “Set the scene, keep the dialogue short because nobody cares about that.
“We… set the scene and not a lot of dialogue.” Jungwon looks at Heeseung, who nods.
“Then you make out a little, take your clothes off, but not all of them.” He waits.
“Making out, yeah.” Now Jay is the one repeating. “I imagine the rest must be common sense, right?”
“Pretty much.” Heeseung shrugs. “I just decided I’m letting you two figure it out, but I do have a few rules.” Jungwon rolls his eyes, of course. “Make noise and talk a lot, whatever you're doing and absolutely anything you're thinking about. Dirty talk, basically. Don’t forget this is a movie, okay? You gotta act. You’re not ‘cute best friend couple Jay and Jungwon’ So, Jay… be a middle aged man and Jungwon be cute, but not overly so, you want it, but you also don’t want it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Isn’t that wrong?”
“Uh, no. Because you do want it, but again, you're in your dad’s car and he’s an older guy and maybe you haven’t done butt stuff before.” They all look at him like they want him to continue. “And he’s good looking, but do you really like him or are you just horny?” He looks at his friend; the annoyance is gone. Jay and Jake are also expectant. A beat. Then a tired sigh. Head suddenly low in resignation. “Guys, I’m not doing a fucking character analysis right now. Please, let's just get on with it.”
As if the magnetic field keeping the four of them together had vanished, they all go limp in their own seats. Heeseung speaks again. “Last rule. If I say something, you all listen.” A collective groan. “Hey, hey, hey, stop with the whining. I have the director and eldest privilege, dumbasses. Now get into position because this shit needs to be edited and sent today. Come on!” Heeseung claps and turns the camera on, immediately aiming it at the pair in the backseat. Exposure. Angle. Format. The rule of thirds.
“Tell me whenever you're ready.” His voice had softened, but the rush was still there.
Jungwon nods and takes a deep breath. This is unbelievable, he's definitely fighting for the 200,000 left after paying rent. He's doing all the hard work here!
“Sound?”
“Rolling.”
“Okay… camera rolling.”
The red blinking light appeared as another set of eyes. Jungwon could see his distorted reflection in the camera lens and Jay’s stiff figure next to him, absolutely frozen in place, all of his nervousness turned him into stone. When Jungwon catches a glimpse of his side profile, he sees a few droplets of sweat rolling down his temple, his hands fidget in such an annoying manner that it almost makes the blond stop them forcefully with a hard swat on them. Is he serious right now?
Ugh. Fuck it. Whatever.
Jungwon sighs. Looks at Heeseung and nods.
“He’s taking so long, isn’t he?” His sweet voice interrupts the uncomfortable silence. “Should I go check on him?” He tries to look at the window on Jay’s side, stretching his body as much as the seatbelt allows him to, resting his warm hand on Jay's thigh as an anchor.
If his friend was surprised by the intromission, the camera was oblivious to it, however, Jungwon felt the muscles of his leg tense up. Jay laughs, it’s airy and low, seductive for the camera but not enough for Jungwon, who could easily hear the strain in his vocal chords. “Let your old man be, you know he likes to take his time.”
“Has he always been like this?” Jungwon asks with pouty lips, returning to his seat, now looking at Jay.
“Always.” Jay seems like he’s recalling a memory. Pensive, probably imagining a bunch of little stories in his head. “A really soft guy, in his own world or whatever.” He pauses, thinks some more and smiles. “You know, if it weren’t for me, he would’ve never had the balls to ask your mom on a date.” He laughs again and Jungwon thinks he sounds exactly like his father. “Don’t tell your dad, but I am basically the reason you’re here.” A quick flash of wickedness struck Jay and a smug smile creeped up on his face. “Had he not been my best friend… well.”
The look he gives the blond is nothing short but ungodly and Jungwon feels an electric current travel along his spine as he understands exactly what his best friend means by it. Heeseung said to make it filthy. Let’s take it there.
“Huh?” Jungwon is very good at faking innocence and the expression on his big kitty eyes is gold not only for the camera but Jay is sure he felt his guts jumping for a second.
“Ha! I guess your dad never told you this. I mean, why would he, right?” Jay sinks into his seat to make himself comfortable, opening his legs as wide as possible, certainly attracting his partner’s gaze. “But I was friends with your mother a long time before they met. If anything, you exist because of me, kid.”
Jungwon laughs a bit, half himself half his new character. Jay seems so enthralled by his own imagination it would be endearing if they weren’t about to fuck each other. He continues after a beat. Impressive.
“She was living in another city when I was in college. I remember when she called me telling me she was coming back I decided it would be a good idea to go get drinks. Since your dad’s a bit…” Jay motions something with his hand, like he’s trying to remember the right word for Jungwon’s fake father, but laughs as he fails to do so. “You know, the thing is that I brought him along to socialize and they hit it off immediately. I was so jealous.”
Heeseung wants to laugh. Even if now the intro is a bit dialogue heavy, he can sense where the whole movie is headed. Damn, he should have never doubted Jay’s enthusiasm and Jungwon’s resistance to it. They could even have a future with this, he thinks, especially if the sex is good.
“You were in love with my mom?” There’s a hint of evidently fake disgust in his voice, the contained smile on his face was threatening to become laughter. Jay’s deep expression was sort of ridiculous and the blond could laugh and ruin the whole take, but Jay suddenly looks at him, slow and hungry, as if he were trying to take every single detail of Jungwon’s face, of his body. An unfamiliar shiver runs hard across the blond's spine. Then, Jay's expression changes for a moment, as if he just realized something very important but wanted to keep the secret for himself.
“I mean, something like that.” His voice was low, deliberate, still savoring Jungwon’s body. His legs open a few centimeters wider and it's impossible for Jungwon to not look at the way the fabric constrains Jay's delicious thighs, the way something bulges in his groin. Sweat starts forming at his palms, fingers toying with his own jeans. Is he nervous? Is he ashamed? Is he turned on by this seductive side of his best friend? The question’s not pondered enough because Jay raises his head, the movement forces Jungwon to do the same, like a magnet; their gazes meet and it's so different from the way Jay looks at him on the daily, the tenderness is replaced by something scorching its almost aggressively sensual and the way his cock twitches inside his pants is the answer he has been looking for. “Let’s just say I could’ve been your father.”
“Ha!” Jungwon feels out of breath. “You?”
A beat.
“You really look a lot like her. All thin and frail, big eyes.” Jay seems to talk to himself as he sits upright and with his hand starts tracing the outline of Jungwon’s nose. The touch is so light it feels way too intimate for a video like this, for his friends to watch. Jay’s featherlight touch travels to Jungwon’s cheeks, jawline and settles possessively on one side of his throat, thumb caressing whatever skin is at reach. For a moment, Jungwon can see Jay's genuine tenderness on his face behind the hunger. “So pretty, so pure.” His voice is a mere murmur by now, but Jake has no problem hearing it through the microphone. “Come here.” Jay urges Jungwon forward, his fingers now grab painfully on his nape and before his mind registers it, they are kissing. It's so rough and messy, their teeth crash but the pain is suddenly comforted by Jay's almost violent tongue on every corner of his open mouth.
They kiss bruisingly, uncomfortable as their bodies are still anchored on their seats, even without seatbelts. Heeseung’s long leg nudges Jay's for him to do something because not only does it look stupid on camera, it's time they start with it.
“Fuck.” Jay, now out of breath, stops kissing Jungwon and he whines at the loss of contact, grabbing Jay's thighs, clawing at them like a silent, his eyes blown out with lust. Jake smiles at the sound, sharing a quick glance with Heeseung who's equally content and seemingly mesmerized by the scene.
“Come here.” Jay takes the blond's wrist to urge him forward so that his upper body is almost on top of his lap, hinting for him to sit on it, to get closer in any way. Jungwon freezes. “Bu-but… I don’t think–” His voice comes out with seemingly genuine concern, a tad too real, too hesitant to still be in character.
“Shh, now. That's right, you don't think. So, be good for me, yeah?” Jay interrupts and grabs the back of his plaid shirt to pull him closer, lifting him up from his seat with ease, but unceremoniously letting his knees fall to the padded floor as he cannot fully carry the blond to his lap with one arm. Jungwon lets Jay drag him closer, friction burning his knees. Heeseung winces. Now Jungwon is tightly slotted in between Jay’s strong thighs, nervous gaze staring at the fabric of the seat. “Wanna kiss me again, pretty boy?”
“Cut!” Heeseung says quite loudly, startling Jake, who takes his earpods out with a pained expression. Jay lifts his gaze and a relieved sigh leaves the blond’s mouth, his head turns back to look at the director. “You don’t listen, do you? I told you to keep it short.” He opens the copilot door and a slight cold breeze showers the four of them, tingling their already sweaty scalps. He keeps talking as he steps out, voice distant and muffled. “I mean it was good, but you promised to listen to me. The passenger door opposite to the pair in the back opens. “Right? So no more cute kisses please.”
It looks like Jungwon wants to protest, but Jay beats him to it. “I mean, you could've said something. Do you want us to start over or…”
“Nah, it’s okay. Whatever.” He looks at the display of his camera, restraining his urge to keep bickering. “Interesting position. Are you gonna blow him? Yeah, you better. I’m gonna try not to move too much now, so expect me to be here next to you. Let’s start now” He shoots a quick glance to Jake, who gives a quick thumbs up as he puts his earpods again.
The red button on the camera shines again and Jungwon looks up at Jay, who smiles and nods like always, before cupping the boy's cheek with his smooth but heavy hand, thumb caressing his chin lightly, a suffocating heat traveling from his face all the way to his impossibly hard cock. Even with the brief make-out, the way Jay claimed his mouth so violently had Jungwon seeing stars. He wondered if this is how his best friend acted with the girls he took to the dorm for ‘studying sessions’.
“Ready when you are.” Jay's gentle voice took him out of it. His expression is soft, if not condescending. It was hard to imagine him being anything else but a gentleman, but there had to be a breaking point, right? So Jungwon nodded with a wicked half smile. He wanted to really see what was beneath the façade and was determined to find out. Another nod and Jay clears his throat.
“What’s that, mh?”
It’s hard for Jungwon to keep his smile hidden.
“I do. I want to… want to kiss you again.” He murmurs loudly for the microphone, it sounds quivering, like he’s out of breath, his pleading eyes and fidgeting hands playing the part as well. Jay smiles and squishes the blond’s cheeks with force. “Ple-ash.”
“Good mannered boy. So kind to his elders, right?” Jungwon nods and realizes that the grip is not as hard as it should. “Asking so nicely, but you know?” Jay’s unoccupied hand starts to unbuckle his expensive Ralph Lauren leather belt, the buckle clanking loudly. “I have something better for you to kiss. Go on.” The straining inside his pants is getting almost painful and he cannot wait for his cock to be released from its fabric prison.
A beat.
Jay raises his eyebrows, expectant. Heeseung does too, almost ready to yell out a cut.
“But Mr. Park… I don't know how to do it.” He says with a whiny voice. His big pretty eyes look up at Jay, who could come untouched if he stares a second longer, so he opts to look outside, a breathy laugh escaping his throat. Calm down! When he looks back at Jungwon, Jay expects to find playfulness but is suddenly hit by pure innocence, too raw to be an act. Of course, it's his first time doing something like this.
“Oh! Baby, don't worry. I'll teach you just how I like it.” Jay’s hand travels to the back of Jungwon’s surprisingly soft bleached hair and guides him forward, cute face just centimeters away from his crotch. Jungwon looks up expectantly, waiting for instructions and Jay swears this is the sight he wants engraved into his corneas for ever. With one hand he unbuttons his chino pants and awkwardly unzips them, the blond's gaze never leaving his movements and now his bulge breaks partially free, but it’s still uncomfortably restrained by the tight gray Calvin Klein underwear.
“Look, baby… All for you.” Jay murmurs as he runs his hand up and down his thick clothed member, Jungwon’s eyes don't miss the wet stain forming at the tip.
“Wha-at?” Jungwon gasps as Jay grabs him by the back of his neck and roughly shoves him face first to his aching cock, grunting at the feeling of finally being touched, even like this. The grip and the violence of the push has Jungwon seeing stars, the heat pooling at the bottom of his stomach is close to boiling point. That was so hot and he's so hard it hurts.
Without waiting for Jay to tell him what to do, Jungwon starts licking at the clothed erection, feeling the warmth and the hardness of it; tasting a watered down version of his friend’s natural musk combined with some sort of deeply masculine full body deodorant. “Fuck, ah-” Jay groans as Jungwon licks more and more, salivating a disgusting amount that starts to drip into Jay’s balls, pooling in the folds of the delicate beige fabric of the pair of expensive pants. “What a mess.” He sighs and it takes him a superhuman strength to push the blond away with a hand on the forehead, as if he were a small cat eating something he shouldn't.
“What are you even doing, mh? Silly boy, that’s not… that's not how you do it.” Jay's voice is as filled with condescension as he can bring himself to feel. With a quick movement he whips his heavy cock out, angry red and leaking so much sticky pre-come, wishing it was Jungwon touching him first, but sacrificing that moment because there was no more time to lose. He guides it to his friend’s pink lips, making sure he doesn’t pull away with a strong hand on his head. “Come on, open up.”
“Mr. Park it’s… Oh God! It’s so big… I don’t think I can fit it all.” He says sweetly, moving his head a centimeter sideways so Jay’s cock rests against his cheek, but still feeling a string of bitter pre-come fall onto his lips. Smiling smugly as he feels the nervous tremble of his friend’s hand on his head who immediately pushes him closer after watching the gesture. Fucking brat. I’m in charge here!
“Ha! So you were begging for it and now you’re scared?” He spat, tightening the grip and Jungwon’s hard member throbs inside his jeans the moment he feels pain in his scalp. “Too damn bad, baby. Now you have to finish what you started.” Jay’s powerful downward gaze breaks into confusion as he locks eyes with a devious Jungwon.
“Please, Mr. Park, go easy on me…” He begs with a mocking tone before sucking the tip of Jay's needy cock as if it were a melting popsicle, letting it out of his mouth almost immediately with a lewd pop.
Fuck.
Jay nearly growls. Even if Jungwon was on his knees and seemingly at the older’s mercy, he had found yet another way to control Jay’s every emotion, reaction and feeling; playing with him like it has always been. Jay could never win. Jungwon is his weakness in every aspect of the word while Jay's importance in his friend’s life was still a little blurry.
That wasn’t fair. That wasn't fair at all.
Jungwon nudges his head on Jay's thighs, demanding attention as he presses his tongue flat on the underside of the shaft, feeling a thick and pulsating vein, moaning fakely, batting his long eyelashes at him. It might be his first time with a dick in his mouth, but for Jay it felt like heaven, even better than his previous one night stands. Once the blond reaches the base, he kisses and licks his way back to the head, but does nothing but stare at Jay with big kitty eyes. It's fucking pathetic that Jay might just come from the sight alone.
“Am I doing good, Mr. Park?” The microphone might catch the sweet and innocent dialogue, but it certainly misses the mockery beneath it. Jungwon knows how to taunt and Jay hates how easy he falls for it.
But the fun is playing, not winning. Right?
“Not really, no.” Jay grabs Jungwon’s cheeks rather roughly with one hand and squeezes just enough for his mouth to open a little, he guides his cock to the opening and pushes the head in, wincing at the feeling of teeth scraping him. Jungwon is quick to open wider, tonguing at the thick intrusion, his head lighter all of the sudden. “You fucking suck at it, doll. But don’t worry, I’m here to help.” Jay shoves Jungwon’s head from behind, forcing his dick all the way inside, causing the blond to gag loudly and with a half smile keeps his heavy hand there, finally taking the lead. Jake winces at the sound, unconsciously touching his own throat and looks at Heeseung for any sign that indicates the younger is all right.
Unfortunately, his friend seems too enthralled by the image in front of him to pay attention to anything else. He was closer now, hunched and arms uncomfortably folded so the lens is resting almost atop of Jay’s strong thigh, focusing solely on the way Jungwon’s full mouth struggled to fit the hefty length, how spit dropped in threads at the seam of his pink and abused lips, how his hands cling to the older’s soft shirt searching for either support or mercy. Jay chuckles and roughly yanks the blond away. Jungwon takes a deep breath before coughing, his throat burns like hell. Heeseung is quick to pan the camera to capture his teary and resentful eyes. “Fun, right?” Jay’s voice is an octave lower. “Your mom was so good at this, one would think you inherited the gift.” He soothes his friend with a delicate touch to his cheek, thumbing away the scarce tears that fall. “Guess not.” Jay slaps him lightly a couple times. “Begging for something you're not ready for yet. Get u–”
“Do it again.” Jungwon’s voice is steady. Filled with determination. “I'll do better, I promise.”
“I don't know… Your dad might come soon.”
Rather angrily and unexpectedly, Jungwon grabs Jay's wet cock and sucks the tip, cheeks hollowing deeply, earning a broken and high moan from his friend. “Please… please Mr. Park, use my mouth.” The blond begs with a whine and another stupid smile. “Wanna make you come, please.” Jay tenses as he feels his length surrounded by the warmth of his friend’s mouth, engulfing him little by little until his cute nose is pressed against dark trimmed pubic hair. Soon he's back at the tip, focusing on Jay's leaking slit and swollen head while his right hand strokes the rest of the length without abandon. Jay is being so loud, cursing and grunting, hips jumping erratically, the turmoil in his lower stomach is too much to control.
“I'm going to– fuck, baby slow down.” Jay manages to say, his voice is pathetically whiny and thinks Heeseung won't like that, but he doesn't really care, he only wants to come.
“Does it feel good?” Jungwon asks with doe eyes and tongue slightly out, cock next to his lips and it's such a sinful view that without warning Jay spills thick ropes of come on the blond's beautiful face. His moans are loud and uncontrollable, it's impossible for him to be self-conscious about the sounds he's making when the only thing on his mind is Jungwon covered in his release.
“Don’t move.” Heeseung’s voice is just another background noise for Jay who's feeling in heaven. He lets the redhead invade his personal space to get a POV shot of Jungwon’s debauched face. “Cut. Cool.” It's the only thing he manages to say.
“Dude, what the fuck? You're actually hard?” Jake's sudden accusation takes Jay out of his bliss.
“It's fucking normal, means I'm a healthy guy. Besides, that was hot! Are you not hard? Come on, let me see!” Heeseung tries to peek at the driver's seat to look at Jake, but he whines a bunch of insults as he unsuccessfully covers his crotch with the lavaliere box.
“I'm sorry.” Jay murmurs to Jungwon when he sees him trying to take the come out of his eyelashes and starts cleaning the dirtiness near his forehead, relishing on the feeling of soft skin.
“Don't be disgusting, I have wipes over here.” Heeseung winces when he sees the pair fighting with the dry release and retrieves a package of cleansing wipes from his backpack.
“Thanks.” Jay takes one out and delicately cleans the blond’s face until he's looking clean again. “Good as new.” Jungwon only nods with a small acknowledging smile.
“I can't feel my legs.” It's the first thing he says, voice coarse and low.
Heeseung offers a hand and Jungwon takes it. Jay feels a phantom pain in his chest as he watches them hold hands, even for a brief moment, even if the older is only helping. “Ah, it's dirty… sorry.” Heeseung chuckles and uses a wipe to clean himself before they both sit again.
“What's next, Mr. Director?” Jay asks sarcastically while awkwardly tucking himself back in his expensive pants, trying not to get hard again at the feeling of cold spit against his dick.
“Uh, well that was only like seven minutes so we need more foreplay for sure. Unless you can fuck without coming for fifteen minutes.”
Jay flushes, seven fucking minutes including the intro… that was humiliating. It had felt like actual hours and nobody knew how magical Jungwon's tongue and tight throat was like! Oh God, he had to redeem himself somehow.
“No, it's okay. I have an idea.” Jay chirps very sure of himself, but still avoids eye contact with the pair in front of him.
“Should I move back to the passenger seat?”
“No, stay there.”
“What are we gonna do?” Jungwon asks, arms crossed on his lower stomach, hiding his erection from the rest.
“You'll see!” He answers with renewed spirits; determined to do better, to really switch the game this time. “So for continuity’s sake… how do you want us?” His voice is less keen when referring to the older.
“Uh, well… maybe Jungwon you should go back to your knees and Jay pretend you're cleaning his face or something.” Heeseung answers quickly, as if he had thought about every single scenario with anticipation. It seemed his film and television major was no joke.
Jungwon groans heavily as he positions himself back on the floor. “You won't be there long, I promise.” Jay assures with a light, sincere smile.
“Mkay.” It's a simple response but it has the other smiling with fondness.
“Jake?” Heeseung’s voice is steady behind the camera, trying to replicate the same angle as before.
“All good, rolling.”
“Thank you. Camera… rolling.” And the car is dead silent again, the faint distant noise of girls laughing makes Jay feel antsy, but nothing that a deep breath cannot fix. He places his big hand on Jungwon’s face and waits for any sign to continue, which comes in the form of a nod. Time to lock in!
A beat.
“You did so well, took it all like a big boy, didn't you?” Jay talks down while thumbing Jungwon’s soft lower lip who nods fervently, character dizzy in praise. “Now come here, you've earned your kiss.” Jay extends his arms as a welcoming gesture and Jungwon crawls obedient; legs still tired so he decides to sit on Jay’s left thigh, clutching almost desperately at the polo shirt to bring the man closer.
“Please.” The likely fake pleading eyes are just too much for Jay to deny him a second longer, even if it’s not real. So he lets out a breathy laugh and kisses his friend again, tongue immediately invading the blond’s pliant mouth, head feeling light the moment he tastes the lingering bitterness of his own come, it’s nearly impossible for Jay to not moan deeply and Jungwon wants to laugh at how easy Jay is to provoke, how pliant he gets on his hands and already misses the roughness from earlier.
The blond breaks the kiss. His heavy breath mixing with Jay’s, their eyes locked.
“Happy now?” Jay asks quickly, hungry eyes taking in every inch of his pretty face. And that takes Jungwon for surprise, thinking that maybe his friend was cut out to be an actor, currently wasting his improvisation talent to a useless political science degree. He shakes his head because it’s definitely not the time to think about anything else besides finishing this stupid home movie (and maybe discovering a new and more exciting side of his best friend, but that would only be a bonus.) “Gonna be a good boy and wait for your dad without being a little harlot.” Jay’s tone was so sickly fatherlike that the contrast between the way and the words said shouldn’t have made Jungwon whine so high, but to be fair, he was still hard inside his light blue jeans.
Jay hides his wonder in a fake laugh, never knowing that his impulse to vomit words would elicit such a reaction.
“Are you sure?” There’s that soft voice again.
Jungwon nods slowly, clearly wanting to say no, but playing into it.
“Then what is this?” Jay raises his voice and grabs the blond’s crotch, feeling the hardness, the heat in his fingers and earns another high pitched whine. “Are you sure you want to stop now?”
“Nu-uh.” His voice has also gone sharper. “Want you.”
“All right. Lay down for me, yeah?” Jay’s character seems to quiver as he gently guides Jungwon onto his back on the seats beside them, his head ending up in Heeseung’s lap, unfortunately close to his straining hard-on, but before Jungwon can protest, he shivers at the feeling of big warm hands running along his torso, over and under his tight shirt, getting close to his chest, but never wandering too much, only to stop at the waistband of the drawstring jeans, untying them with one swift motion. It felt weirdly intimate, as if it were something Jay had been wanting to do for a long time, it almost makes Heeseung yell out an angry ‘cut’, but Jay is quick to drag the fabric down, revealing the elastic of Jungwon’s light blue loose boxers, his erection being so evident now. He hooks his thumbs inside and slowly, almost at a torturing pace, pulls both of the garments down. Showing a patch of dark hair before his friend’s cock sprung free, bouncing and slapping slightly against his pale stomach once out of his underwear.
“Oh.” Jay murmurs in awe. Heeseung’s breath gets stuck in his throat, but quickly and with the expertise of a true cameraman zooms-in on the prettiest cock he's ever seen: thin, cut, slightly curved, pink and soaked in pre-come.
Jay freezes, he cannot even breathe properly. He had thought about his best friend’s dick a bunch of times, sometimes in the confines of the bathroom late at night, but actually seeing it being all hard and wet was better than his twisted imagination.
“Ah! Mr. Park… please.” Jungwon begs with a deep blush decorating his cheeks and pleading eyes, but his voice has an edge to it. It's a demand.
Jay frowns. That's something he won't be allowing, even if his cock is twitching inside his damp boxers and every look Jungwon shoots his way makes his knees buckle, he's in charge today.
Or so he really tries to believe.
“Stop whining, will you?” Jay says angrily while pulling down the rest of Jungwon’s clothes until they're pooling below his knees. “Bratty little whore.” He spits and it doesn't go unnoticed for any of them how the blond’s pretty cock spurts a sticky thread of pre-come.
Hot.
“You want me to touch you?” Jay looks at Jungwon straight in the eyes with a playful smirk, a teasing glint; feeling so unlike himself but at the same time so invigorated. And fuck! He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about similar scenarios like this before: Jungwon lying pliant on his messy bed, on the dirty living room carpet, the bench of the gym’s locker room. Moaning, crying, begging, whining.
Jungwon nods slowly.
“Say it.”
He's taken aback for a moment, not expecting the confrontation, the daring look in his friend’s eyes.
“Touch me.” His voice is smaller, but still sure of himself, defiant.
Jay chuckles humourlessly and with the palm of his hand strikes Jungwon’s cock, it’s not a harsh hit, but with how hard the boy is, it certainly burns. And even Jake has to hold a gasp back when a high pitched whine ripples through the car. “So rude. You were being so kind just a minute ago? What happened?” He talks down once again, like scolding a child. It's so annoyingly hot. “Do it right or I'll tell your dad how much of a slut his son is.” Jay’s whole hand feels hot, trembling from excitement. He waits for an answer with a firm grip on the base of his friend’s tortured member.
With furrowed brows and teary eyes (now in camera sight) Jungwon blurts out “Ngh– Ah! Touch me, please, Mr. Park!” Jay seems unimpressed, even with a big smile plastered on his handsome face. He raises an eyebrow expecting another mess of words and hits his friend’s cock again when they do not come.
“Please! I've been good. Right? I'm sorry Please, please touch me.” Jungwon almost screams, he covers his eyes with his forearm.
Jay sighs, almost disappointed and shakes his head.
“Good enough, but I’ll make sure to teach you proper manners later.” Jay unceremoniously spits in his right hand and lowers his hand to grip the base of Jungwon’s burning hot cock again, the spit slowly sliding down to his balls and into the worn out leather seats. The view is so lewd it would be disgusting if it were someone else, but not Jungwon, the prettiest guy Jay has ever laid his eyes on. It’s a relief this scene is only for him to devour. Jay tries to search Jungwon’s gaze but his eyes are closed tight, a pained expression all over his face but Jay does not worry at all. If anything, the tears and whines are only making him harder, even after the mind-blowing orgasm he had minutes ago.
The tandem movements of his hand do not register completely in his brain. Slow, a tad too hard. Up and down. Heeseung shifts a bit, the lens of the camera just a few centimeters away from touching either of them. Even Jake brings one of his microphones closer, just out of the frame. The wet sounds are driving him insane, without seeing the whole picture, he can clearly imagine how hot the display is. It’s not uncommon for him to get worked up while shooting these videos, but this is different. Feels different.
Jay starts pumping faster, spit and pre-come flying in every direction. Heeseung tries to give Jay a warning look but it’s useless, his whole concentration is on the boy beneath him, the way he bites his lips to silence his moans, the thin layer of sweat forming on his milky white stomach. God. Jay wants to lick it off, taste the salty liquid and drink it all up like a thirsty dog.
Jungwon cannot control his loud moans as Jay starts going faster and faster. “I'm gonna… ah. No, no, no, please… Nghh – Ahhh… stop.” Too late. It's a miracle the come shot misses the camera, but still reaches an impressive distance. Mostly splattering his own stomach, pooling a bit in his belly button. A few streams end up on the floor. Heeseung hopes water and soap are enough to get rid of that.
Jay smiles proudly. He looks at his hand and almost immediately at Heeseung, signaling with his head to move the camera into Jungwon’s face. He does and the sight is almost sacred. Soft blond streaks of hair stick to his forehead, soaked with sweat, teary beautiful eyes looking up at Jay and his lips, oh God , red and swollen panting hard. Jay quickly brings his dirty hand into his friend’s mouth, forcing his index and middle fingers into it.
“Yeah, clean up your mess… That's it, good boy.” Jungwon sucks the digits earnestly, even moaning around them, never taking his blown out eyes out of Jay’s. Not even a full minute passes when Jay is taking his fingers out, cleaning the residues of spit in the blond’s cheek, slapping him lightly.
“Cut.” Heeseung’s voice sounds strained, face as red as his hair. He rolls the window down and takes a few deep breaths.
“Was that okay?” Jay asks.
“Fucking– shut up. It was fine…” He answers with his head completely out of the window. While the breeze feels like heaven against their skins, the way Heeseung is talking right now has the three of them on their nerves. Time seems to stop for a while, nobody dares to speak, the only sound being the ruffle of Jungwon’s jeans as he puts them on again. “What’s your approach now?” Heeseung returns and looks at Jay.
“Well, the space is a bit tight, but we could make use of the third row of seats.” He replies quickly.
Heeseung peeps at the dark and stuffy seats behind them and nods. “Like… uh… backshots?”
“Yeah.” Jay blushes a bit.
“Sounds good. What else?”
“What else?!”
“Do you not watch porn?” He’s annoyed once again. Jungwon, whose head is still on his lap, huffs and groans loudly, but does not move.
“No, yeah, I get it… it’s just that I might not have it in me.” Jay’s voice starts to lose conviction.
“What do you mean?”
“I came already, I'm tired.” His voice is about to become a murmur, the blush on his ears gets deeper.
“Bullshit, you can.” Heeseung resolves and pushes Jungwon’s head off his lap, starting to get into another position for the next shot, similar to the one he held on the copilot seat. “Jake, give Jay the bottle of lube, it’s under the seat somewhere.” He instructs without even looking at his friend. Jay receives the bottle and with curiosity pours a few drops in his fingers, toying with the liquid.
Jungwon starts to push the backrest of the middle seat backwards to create a tiny space where he supposes his upper body will be. He sighs in defeat and returns to sit next to Jay, his back facing the camera.
“Ah! Start there, you can kiss again or whatever. I’ll shoot an over shoulder .” Heeseung’s excited voice erupts from behind the camera. “I’m ready! Jake?”
“Ready and… sound rolling!”
“Camera rolling.”
Jay hides the bottle of lubricant and looks shyly at his friend. “Uh… please tell me if it’s too much or… yeah. I’ll go slow, I promise–”
“Jay, it’s fine. I trust you.” Jungwon reassures, trying not to sound nervous. The last thing he wants is Jay freaking out and messing up the whole shoot.
“Cool, yeah.”
Jay takes a deep breath and starts kissing him again, he seems to take his time in savoring the mess of fluids inside both of their mouths, the kiss is more sensual now that the camera is not directly on their faces and Jungwon feels the difference, reminds him of the drunken kisses they shared once at Jake’s birthday party last year. He smiles unconsciously at the memory.
“Mh? You like it when I kiss you?” Jay senses the smile and coos, holding back the tenderness and trying to sound more taunting, dirty. Jungwon nods slowly with a fake whine and his best pleading eyes which make Jay laugh in disbelief. There’s no camera on him but he still acts like there is and maybe, just maybe, this whole thing was becoming something else.
There’s no time for Jay to ponder on it because Jungwon is kissing him again, desperately this time, clawing hard at his shirt, almost wanting to climb onto his lap, but Jay is quick to push him away. “Ah! You’re still horny, baby?” Another fervent nod. “What a slut. Greedy little boy, you want another load, kitty?. Jungwon can’t help but blush, his cock twitching back to life as he moans. “Tell me what you want.”
“Want you.”
“I’m here, baby.”
“No, I mean… you, like this.” He palms Jay’s growing erection, trying to unbutton his pants.
“Mh, I don’t know, your dad could come back any minute now.” He says but makes no effort to take the blond’s hands away from him.
“No! No he won’t, please, Mr. Park, I need you so bad.”
“Ah, really?” Jay doesn’t wait for an answer and pushes his friend lightly by the shoulder and out of his lap. The next maneuver is complicated and looks awful on camera, but Jay manages to get his partner on his hands and knees. Jungwon’s palms supporting his weight in the third row of seats, face out of frame and legs resting where he was previously sitting. The back of the car is hotter and Jungwon feels like there’s not enough air, he’s sweating so much a few drops are falling from his forehead to the leather seat, his hands feel slippery as well. He hopes this position is only temporary.
Now Jay starts caressing Jungwon’s hips, toying a bit with the elastic of the underwear lifting the long sleeve shirt around his midriff. That’s when he notices a small curvature in his friend’s torso, giving the illusion of a tiny waist and wide hips. From this angle he looks like a dainty girl instead of a lean man. He stares amused, praying to every god in existence to experience this sight again and hopefully, more privately.
Jay teases both Jungwon and the camera, slowly revealing the start of his friend’s crack, the light scrape of cotton against smooth skin makes Jungwon shiver a bit, feeling exposed all of the sudden, realising that his cute little ass would be watched and lusted after by thousands of perverts all around the world. Jay notices the reaction and tries to reassure Jungwon with a firm hand on the small of his back.
“So pretty.” He murmurs, half euphoric and half nervous for what he’s about to do.
With a deep breath, he licks his lips and lowers his head, landing a playful bite on Jungwon’s right cheek and sucks lightly, confident that it would leave a deep cherry red bruise with darker dots splattered around soon. Jungwon tries to bite down the genuine moan that escapes his mouth, but he’s unable to. The action was too unexpected. The sting has him spilling a couple tears, while his pain tolerance is high, the zone is too sensitive, especially after being manhandled for what felt like hours. Jungwon braces himself for another bite, but it does not come, instead he yelps as he feels a wet and surprisingly refreshing liquid at his entrance.
“Ahhh! What… what’s– Ah! ” He gets interrupted as Jay’s tongue licks his small pink hole. It soon feels like Jay is making out with his ass, it's so wet and messy. Spit sliding through his taint, landing on the leather seats. The sounds are unbearably lewd. Even if Jungwon’s head is relatively far from the rest of them, his moans and whines are louder than before.
“Pleahh– please!” Jungwon feels hot tears coming out from his eyes, mixing with his sweat. His legs start to shake as well as his arms, there’s no way he’s supporting his weight much longer. “No more I… I can't!”
“But baby, you asked for this, remember?” Jay licks his index finger, too excited to retrieve the bottle of lube beneath him, just desperate to feel Jungwon’s insides. With no warning he puts in the first phalange, even with all the messy spit, it’s a tight fit. “Hah, fuck! Baby, you're so tight, I can't even put my finger in you.”
Heeseung feels like crying, he almost wants to stop the whole shoot just to run to his bedroom and fuck his fist until nothing comes out, thinking about his friend’s extra tight ass. Instead he just takes a deep breath and signals Jake to turn the AC, but he denies because the mic will pick up the sound; he lets the director know by making a weird gesture with his fingers and shaking his head before returning his lustful gaze to the scene in front of him.
Jay lets out a glob of spit fall into where his thick finger meets Jungwon’s hole and roughly slips the rest of it.
“Ahh, no…”
“Shhh. Come on, be brave and take it like a good boy.” Jay keeps pushing it in and out at a steady rhythm, feeling it get looser each time. “It's just a finger. If you can't handle it, how will you be able to take my cock?”
The only response is a cascade of moans and unintelligible words. Not even a whole minute passes when Jay adds his middle finger. The burning stretch has Jungwon whining, but he endures because it’s starting to feel different, to feel so good .
“How’s that, doll? You like my fingers stretching you out?” Jay starts pumping faster, the spit being barely enough to help ease the movement. He sees the blond head nodding furiously and smiles, high on pleasure and power. “Say it, then. Tell daddy how good you’re feeling.” And Jungwon can’t lie, the control over his body starts to disappear, he doesn’t care about the psychological warfare against his best friend anymore, he can only think about the deliciously thick fingers inside of him, his leaky semi-hard dick, the way Jay just referred to himself and everything pushes him to answer quite promptly in a choked scream.
“So good! Feels so… ughh , so fucking good!” Jay smirks, without faltering, gathers another big glob of spit and with a lot more force and violence lands it on his moving fingers, a bit of it splatters ungracefully on his polo shirt, but he doesn’t care, he picks up the speed and grabs the bottle of lube with his free hand. He takes his fingers out to squirt a heavy amount on all of them and quickly he’s three fingers deep in Jungwon’s tight ass.
It’s too much, the burning sensation has the blond shortcutting, his arms give out and soon his face is smushed in the sticky seat. It’s pathetic how fucked out he’s already. Jay, attempting to go faster, accidentally brushes Jungwon’s prostate, reacting immediately to the newly discovered pleasure. Feeling his neglected cock drool a shameful amount of pre-come straight into the seat.
“Ack! No! Wait! Wha– Nhg! I can't–” He begs, unable to form a full logical sentence to make his friend slow down, however Jay touches the same spot again, trying so hard not to abuse it, but the reactions he's getting are too gratifying to even think about stopping.
“It’s too much! Mr. Park, please!” Jungwon doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but miraculously remembers the situation he’s in and the part he’s supposed to play.
“Mr. Park, please?” He mocks. The heat around his fingers burns all the way up to his forearm, Jay can't help but imagine how that would feel around his cock, the picture has him losing a bit of focus. “Someone has to teach you some fucking manners.” His fingers start going faster, picking up the rough fucking from earlier. The burn of the stretch drowned by new sparkling pleasure, unlike anything Jungwon has ever felt before. All of his previous thoughts begin to fade one by one. Nothing matters anymore, not the camera, the shame, not the empty pantry at the dorm, the thousands of perverts that will see him naked, just Jay and the way his thick fingers plunge mercilessly into him.
“Ah! I'm so close, daddy , slow down!”
Jay smiles with wicked contentment and stops completely, taking his fingers out in one violent motion. A moment passes for Jungwon to fully realise that he is now empty and without registering in his mind, cries out loud, turns his head to look behind and pushes his hips backwards to meet Jay again, who only laughs in disbelief because the scene is starting to look more and more like the feverish fantasies he has in the middle of the night.
“Who would’ve thought you were such a whore? Playing all innocent before only to turn into a dog in heat the moment I touched you.” He thinks briefly about the next part, looks right at the tears forming in his friend’s eyes. “Disgusting little boy.”
It's a shame that the camera is not recording Jungwon’s face, because that's the moment where tears spill after a quick blink. Jay worries for a second, thinking that maybe Jungwon was actually hurt by the roughness, but the way he jerked his hips almost immediately after was enough of an indicator. He likes it. “No! That’s not… I'm not–”
His words get interrupted by a hard smack on his ass, milky skin turning red almost immediately, mixing with the previous dark bruise from Jay’s bite. Jungwon lowers his head, hissing from the pain and humiliation, but there's no use in denying that he's even harder than before, if that’s even possible. Being treated harshly by Jay was addictive.
“Good kitties don't talk back. You understand?”
“But I–”
Another hard smack.
“Are you even listening?” Another one. “Good boys don't talk back.” Jay accentuates every word with light hits this time, just to get his point across. Almost immediately he lowers his body to start kissing the bruised skin, resisting the temptation to bite it again, taking his time until he feels Heeseung’s foot nudge him in the leg. Right, the fucking movie.
Jay finishes to unzip his pants and hastily tugs them down until they're just below his ass, the sight now being his once again straining cock in his disgustingly soiled boxers, dark with sticky pre-come. He pushes his hips forward, rubbing his bulge all over Jungwon’s wet and sensitive ass, evoking all types of sinful noises. “You want this?” His voice is low, a murmur, only clear for Jake and his microphone. “You want this dick, baby?” When he hooks both of his thumbs on the elastic of his underwear, Heeseung makes a not so enthusiastic close-up to what’s about to be unveiled. Jay’s motion is quick but effective, his hard cock bouncing and hitting his lower stomach with a wet slap. Just like his fingers, he is thick, almost painfully so, veiny and a shade of deep dark red, ready to burst. Jungwon cannot believe that it was in his throat, it looked bigger than before.
Jay takes his cock with one hand while the other pulls one of Jungwon’s cheeks apart and slowly starts rubbing the head. It's still wet from the fingering but he can already tell it won't be enough, but the desperation is blinding him with desire and without much thought, he spurts another stupidly big amount of lube in his hand before smothering it all over his dick, grunting at the delicious slide.
His breathing is fast and uneven as he starts to push the head inside. “Fuuuuck, baby.” Not even an inch has gone in and he can already tell that there’s no way he’s lasting long. Jungwon’s breath hitches and after that no other sound comes out, his head instantly goes down and his hands turn into tight fists for lack of something to hold on to.
Jay, almost as a reflex, thrusts halfway in too harshly. Jungwon chokes another sob. “Hurts, it hurts.”
“Shhh, be good. You can take it.” Jay worries for a second, not knowing if the pain is actually real. He supposes it might be since it’s Jungwon’s first time taking cock in the ass, but ever since yesterday night he can’t really tell. So he grabs Jungwon by his hips and soothes with slow strokes, cooing lightly. Feeling him relax with each passing second.
When Jungwon’s hips throw back a bit Jay decompresses and he really tries to contain himself, to be sweet and delicate, to think of anything other that the intoxicating heat and eye-rolling pleasure he’s drowning into right now, but there's nothing in his brain except the need to fuck his friend until they're both a crying mess.
So he takes Jungwon’s movement as an indicator to continue.
Jay sheathes in fully and grunts loudly, his toes curl inside his stupid loafers; head thrown back, eyes tightly shut and the grip on Jungwon almost bruising, hips seem to move on their own, stuttering violently without a sense of rhythm, but somehow hitting right on the blond’s sweet spot every now and then, making the blond an instant mess of moans and whines. When Jay finally opens his eyes to look down he laughs at the way his cock disappears inside his best friend’s tight ass. Seems like this heavenly sight gave him a full short circuit, feeling so out of it already.
“Little kitty’s so tight, you wanna milk daddy’s cock dry, baby? You wanna– fuck! you want my cum inside?” Jay’s talking so fast it’s hard for Jungwon to hear him, not like he would pay much attention anyway if he could, but just knowing he’s being dirty with it has him moaning loudly into the tight and dark space around him.
Jay spanks Jungwon again for the lack of answer, moaning as he feels his friend tightening around his cock. “Answer me, boy.” He leans forward, one hand reaching for a handful of bleached hair while the other stays put on his hip and pulls Jungwon towards his flushed chest, it’s a hard maneuver since the blond’s body is nearly limp from pleasure, but thanks to the innumerable hours working out with weights in the dorm, he manages to have his partner sitting in his lap, both hands behind his back and cock buried deeper inside, showing the camera the enticingly disgusting mess Jungwon had become.
Heeseung tries to keep his hands steady as he adjusts and views the image in the little display, but his hands feel so sweaty and unsteady. The camera shakes since now there’s too much to take in and Heeseung’s poor mind cannot fully concentrate because he’s just so hard and uncomfortable inside his jeans. He looks at Jake who is in a similarly devastated state, he isn’t even watching, the sounds alone have him biting his lips, clawing at his own sweatshirt in a desperate attempt to not touch himself.
With each weakened thrust from a very tired Jay, Jungwon’s ready to burst cock bounces against his pale stomach, where the dried come from earlier mixes with his new and abundant arousement, shining sinfully for the camera. Now that Jay’s closer to his friend, his words become so much clearer and so much worse.
“I’m so close, baby. Daddy’s so fucking close… Want me to come inside you?” He says, trying to increase the pace, his thighs burn with each passing second. “Make you mine?”
“Yeah– Want it, want it, please.” Jungwon starts bouncing to help Jay out, desperate to feel more mindnumbing pleasure.
“You’re so tight, so warm, so good.” Jay locks one of his arms around Jungwon’s neck and the other one across his tiny waist before speeding up for real this time. The way the skin slapped was wet and lewd, so violent it was the only thing that the blond could hear.
“Ahhh! I’m, I’m co– ack!” Jungwon comes suddenly. He shuts his eyes tightly while his whole body twitches in Jay’s strong hold, splattering more thick release on his stomach, on his partner’s arms and even on his chest. Jay moans non-stop as the pressure around his cock becomes too much.
“Baby, baby, baby…” He repeats like a mantra. “I’m coming, doll. Coming inside your tight fucking ass.” He manages to say before orgasming, pressing Jungwon against him for some sort of support, his hips tremble frantically, the warmth of his seed makes the blond sob weakly.
He stays inside for a moment. Head resting on the other’s shoulder. Then, in between ragged deep breaths, Jay plants a wet loving kiss on Jungwon’s sweaty temple.
“I can’t keep going.” He announces in defeat.
And everyone silently agrees.
They don’t have the money to take the bus back home and even if they did, the four of them looked absolutely destroyed in debauchery, so after cleaning the seats and floor the best they could, they sneaked into Heeseung’s old room where he immediately started importing the files into his Macbook, urging Jake to do the same before he even thinks about using the bathroom for unknown purposes.
The silence was not comfortable at all, the contrasting sounds of joyful laughter next door make Jay feel a little guilty and for the first time since the proposal was made, he thinks about the implications of fucking his best friend ever for money. However, he cannot even begin to think about the possibility of talking about it, let alone right now. So he settles for sparing the blond a quick glance, smiling as he sees him fighting sleep in Heeseung’s dusty naked mattress.
“Let me finish this real quick and then we can ask my sister for some money.” Heeseung says casually, his focus mistaken for calmness, eyes fixed on the screen looking for the perfect frame to cut.
And everyone silently agrees again.
After sending the video, eating the leftovers in the fridge and hopping on the last bus of the night, Jungwon sits next to Jay this time; both still stinking with each other’s scent, wrecked and equally tired.
“I’m showering first.” Jungwon claims with no room for debate and rests his head on Jay’s sore shoulder.
So he just nods and smiles.