Chapter 1: like they do on the discovery channel
Summary:
“you wanted to work with me? you don’t normally do shoots that involve—” he waves a hand gesturing towards his crotch; he’s not making any assumptions, but he knows that it’s easier if they get this out of the way now; kinn tips his head like he doesn’t know what porsche is saying, but then his eyes clear up and he nods, holding porsche’s gaze, it’s intense, and he wants to look away, but he can’t.
“yeah, porsche, i really wanted to work with you,” he says, a small smile on his face, but suddenly something about the look gets a bit more intense, and porsche can feel more blood rushing to his face, ringing in his ears, “i really, really, wanted to work with you.”
Chapter Text
“fuck, i’m so fucking wet, just for your cock, fuck!”
in his defense, porsche does make a valiant effort at saying it with a straight face, but he can hear the smile in his voice, and so can everybody on set, so everything grinds to a halt while he tries to combat the giggles. the counter top digging into his hips and lower back makes him sit up with a groan, rubbing at his hip, making his bunny contort into a blob, the top pulls out to readjust and he grimaces at the wet squelching and then the horrible empty feeling.
“sorry, y’all, i’m trying, i promise.” he’s glad they like him here, or at least they like how much money he brings in, because nobody says anything, they just pause for a second while he adjusts and takes a deep breath before sitting back against the counter again and spreading his his legs, when the top pushes in, he just blinks; he doesn’t know what face he’s making but he knows it isn’t a good one, so he closes his eyes and tips his head back, waiting for his cue.
“it’s fine, we’ll just try again without the line. pick your leg up and we’ll get the camera close up, just for a second, but try not to—” the director waves a hand, cutting himself off, but porsche gets the point; try not to soak the expensive equipment, which he’s done before, entirely by accident, but will never live down. he doesn’t even think this guy could get him to camera ruining levels.
he picks his leg up though, to give them a good angle, fingers shoved into the sweaty crevice underneath his knee, praying he doesn’t get bruises from getting railed on marble; this isn’t the best top he’s ever worked with, and while the angle is good for the camera, he feels absolutely nothing except a little bit tired, and a sort of empty tingling in his fingertips from it almost feeling good, and then fading away as quickly as it came.
“we got a new guy coming in a few days for that boyfriend thing, the one with the car scene, that we talked about? it’ll be the last video for the month, so it’s a whole weekend thing, we got a house rented, jeremy is letting us use his jeep as long as we steam clean and sage it after. it's gonna be a fun time, and i need you to be a little more excited.”
rachel is a lot of things, porsche thinks, but nice and or headed to heaven can’t be found on the list, especially when she’s staring at him like he’s dragged in something on his shoe, just because he’s not jumping for joy at the prospect of being railed to death on camera by some coked up asshole with a giant dick in a random house across the city, after being railed in the back of a car and ruining jeremy’s seats with piss pretending to squirt.
porsche stares at rachel and kicks at her desk, just enough to be annoying, but not enough for her to say anything about it, just raising her eyebrow and exhaling in that passive aggressive californian way, like a crystal based therapy group taught her the technique.
“so how much water should i drink before the shoot? is he new enough to be weird about that, or—” rachel scoffs, interrupting him with an eye roll.
“he’s not that type of new, and trust me, you’re not going to have to fake it. so put on a smile, and help us poach this guy because he's a literal money printer. if things go well, there’s a bonus and two weeks off in your future.” he stops kicking at the front of her desk and looks up, meeting her eyes, finally.
“can i get a name?” she blinks and stares at him, smile flickering.
“just for this, this entire interaction, no. you’ll find out more when you show up on saturday, pussy waxed, asshole bleached, good attitude in place.” she shoos him out of her office, but he stops at the door for a second.
“put that last part on a t-shirt and wear it to your mom's wedding.” he ducks away when she throws a box of kleenex at him, only barely missing the side of his head, flipping him off through the windows as he runs away.
after, he sits in his car for a bit and only barely resists screaming into his steering wheel. he’s tired of shitty tops and long shoots and he needs that break, and he needs it badly, so he’s gonna show up, but he wishes there weren’t going to be any surprises. he’s not gonna do it.
fucking rachel.
he goes home, and he thinks about it, he really thinks about that two weeks off, and he gives up. he books the appointments, for the waxing and the slight tanning because he’s uneven and he’s got sandal lines, and all of the bleaching and hair dyeing he can stomach in a single day, and then rolls over to stare up at his ceiling.
he’s going to be gone for about five seconds and he’s still procrastinating on packing. he grabs what rachel told him to bring, a white button down shirt, the sluttiest white underwear he owns, something lacy and a little virginal if you can swing it , she’d said, half distracted by something happening on set, and then a bunch of short shorts because he refuses to be in another hot, sauna of a house for an entire weekend and be anything but basically naked the entire time.
the plan is simple; he shows up to the office, they get into jeremy’s jeep; the guy will be driving them to the house, and on the way, he’s assuming he’s going to have to probably blow him, maybe put up with some shitty behind the camera commentary from rachel, and then starfish for a few days until he can get some peace and quiet on a beach somewhere, while chay asks him about data analysis, which he still has to frantically google in the airport before he goes home on the off chance that it's somehow changed definitions since he originally told the lie. although sometimes he wonders how smart his wonderful brother can be if he thinks a gender nightmare of a grown man covered in tattoos with pink hair can work any sort of corporate job.
he gets to his kitchen and decides against the giant water bottle, though, because he’s curious if rachel is right, if he might actually be able to have a good time with all of this without pulling out the normal tricks and coping mechanisms.
they meet up at a truck stop, of all places, and not the office. rachel is sitting at a picnic bench, sunglasses in her hair, somehow not even sweating even though she’s in a flannel and a hoodie and the slouchiest pair of boot cut jeans porsche has seen on this side of twenty-twelve. he sits down next to her, gingerly, because he’s been roped into shirtlessness and a tiny pair of red shorts for the journey, and he doesn’t want any splinters.
“so, are you ready to meet your co-star? i told you he wasn’t some random douchebag, and i am a woman who keeps my promises.” rachel smiles at him, in that tight way she does when she actually wants him to be impressed, so he’s suddenly sitting up straight, looking around, but he doesn’t see anybody, what he does get, however, is two large hands settling on his waist. he jumps and his stomach sours until he realize he recognizes the tattoos crawling up this person’s forearms as they wrap around his middle, each of them more colorful than the last against his pale skin.
“kinn? what the fuck?” he smiles, so wide that surely it takes up his entire face, mainly because he can’t believe it. he spins, letting kinn gather him up in an awkward half hug until he can actually get his arms around him and they rock back and forth for a second, he presses his face into kinn’s stomach and inhales before leaning back and craning his neck to look up; it’s been a few months since they’ve seen each other in person, his hair is shorter, but porsche would recognize him from a mile away, even with the fact that he’s huge now, less slight and awkward, and more giant muscle bunny, and the most confident that porsche has ever seen him.
“you two know each other? you’ve worked together?” rachel looks confused, but mainly upset that her surprise has been ruined, but porsche doesn’t give a shit, suddenly his day is looking up in spades, he knows this is going to be a fun time.
“no, not worked together, but we started at the same company. we’ve been friends for years.” porsche says, moving over on the bench so kinn can sit down, he leans over and rests his head on kinn’s shoulder, and tries not to shiver when kinn rests a careful hand on his waist. rachel is still staring at them like she’s seeing aliens.
“yeah, it’s been, fuck me, like seven or so years that we’ve known each other? we even did an awards show in vegas together a few years back, around when he got signed with you guys at dollhouse, and i ended up bouncing around as a free agent. but i’m guessing i’m here because you’d like me to settle down.” kinn raises an eyebrow at rachel, who holds her hands up in mock shame, almost as if to say you caught me, and porsche laughs, elbowing him in the side.
“and i’m here to sweeten the deal.” he says, chest going warm when kinn laughs, head thrown back, soft and high; for a guy who is now so imposing physically, there’s always something so light and happy about him that makes it hard to look away, porsche thinks, tweaking the sunglasses hanging from a button hole on his open shirt, falling into laughter himself, feeling a bit giddy and nervy at all of this, for some strange reason. the balmy breeze blowing across his skin makes him feel a bit out of sorts, and the grip kinn has on his waist is making him dizzy.
“you’re here because you were requested, i said i wouldn’t do this with anybody else.” and suddenly it just got really hot, porsche thinks, laughter trickling off awkwardly, confused.
“you wanted to work with me? you don’t normally do shoots that involve—” he waves a hand gesturing towards his crotch; he’s not making any assumptions, but he knows that it’s easier if they get this out of the way now; kinn tips his head like he doesn’t know what porsche is saying, but then his eyes clear up and he nods, holding porsche’s gaze, it’s intense, and he wants to look away, but he can’t.
“yeah, porsche, i really wanted to work with you,” he says, a small smile on his face, but suddenly something about the look gets a bit more intense, and porsche can feel more blood rushing to his face, ringing in his ears, “i really, really, wanted to work with you.”
“so today, at least, is simple. we’ve got the, fuck, where’s the list, okay, thank you tech, we’ve got the car, the couch, and then we end on the bed. the car is just me, because we need as little interference as possible with that, and it’s the entire beginning, the couch is where we’ll do promo shots and a short scene, and then the bed is easy, it’s the finale, it’s just the shots around the blankets that i’m worried about, but we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it. does everybody know where they are today and what they are responsible for before we take off in the vehicles?” rachel finishes her spiel and everybody blinks at her, techno steps forward like he has a question, but someone pulls him back by the shirt, so he stops and just smiles at her.
“sounds good. so, kinn, porsche, you’re with me. the rest of you, follow in the vans. we’re stopping at the address printed on the sheet, and the cameras are rigged for the first shot, so i’ll be handling all of it. after we get to the house, we can regroup from there.” she clicks her tongue and sends everybody off with a tight smile.
since kinn is driving, porsche controls the music, a playlist of easily licensed pop music, some of it is copyright free instrumentals that he always gets stuck in his head; absently, he wonders if anybody even cares about the music in porn, he always finds it distracting that it’s clearly fake music.
when they get further down the road, he starts to drift off a little; kinn looks over at him, fond and amused, and porsche wonders how he got so good at acting the part; today they are a new couple, headed to a rented house for a sexy stay-cation; they didn’t even bother with names, kinn gets to keep his, porsche has been informed he’s just whatever pet name feels natural, to make it more ‘loving’.
this, though, feels a bit beyond the pale, the way kinn has a possessive hand over his thigh, creeping up into his shorts, the soft twinkling music, the lighting and the weather; this is the nicest date he’s ever been on, and it’s fake for a shoot.
“okay, so, we’re going to pull over here, and porsche, you’re going to suck him off, while i, ah fuck, the camera keeps, what was i saying, right, you’re going to suck him off, and then blah blah money shot, etc. the second half is pretty quiet, and i’ll be leading you through it because there will be music over it, but the first half, i need you to talk to each other, give us something to work with.” kinn nods, a little absentmindedly as he pulls the jeep over to the side of the road where the van is waiting.
“so, i’ll get quiet, and you two just work your magic.” rachel sits back, with the monitor, and porsche turns the music up, just enough, for it to make things less awkward, before he sits back, kicking his shoes off and putting his feet up on the dash, and he’s struck with an idea that he hopes kinn goes along with.
“you can admit that we’re lost, babe, it’s fine. we can just trade and i’ll get us back on the interstate.” he looks over at kinn, just the right amount of simpering and condescending, a smile that gives off ‘annoyed but still fond’, trailing his fingers over kinn’s thigh, before tangling their fingers together, rubbing against the soft fabric of his basketball shorts.
“we—” he can see kinn struggling not to laugh, before he continues, “we are not lost. we are taking a break. just a little off route, and surrounded by cows in the middle of nowhere.” he tips their hands back and forth in his lap, looking over at porsche, before fiddling with the radio.
“we’re lost, and i’m tired, and i want to be getting fucked in an expensive bed already.” he makes his voice just the right amount of bratty, untangling their fingers and getting handsy again, trailing over kinn’s waistband; he’s not hairless, but he’s well groomed, and porsche runs his nails through his happy trail, just to watch him shiver, stomach twitching at the stimulation, before turning attentive yet mocking doe eyes to kinn’s face.
“and what does that,” he says, gesturing to where porsche’s hand is slowly tucking into his shorts, “have to do with getting us any closer to our destination?” porsche pulls his hand back, pausing for a second.
“unless you don’t want me to?” he says, playing coy, while kinn’s hand presses against his, slowly pushing it back into his shorts, while he bites on the knuckle of his free hand.
“didn’t say that, i don’t remember saying anything about that.” he laughs, and brings the hand he had on porsche’s up to pet at porsche’s hair, he thinks, until he realizes there’s a slight pressure on the back of his neck, almost pushing him down. he swats at kinn’s arm, laughing softly.
“you’re the worst.” kinn looks over at him, soft, and entirely too fond, and he feels a warmth settle in his chest again, and he has to drag himself back into the moment.
“yeah, but you love me.” his second of calm is immediately destroyed, and he ducks down a little bit too fast, resting his head on kinn’s thigh, turning over in the passenger’s seat and tugging his thick cock free so he doesn’t have to think about how good that felt to hear, even if it isn’t true, even if it can’t be true, he doesn’t know why kinn would say that, why he could say it so easily.
“what can i say, i have horrible taste in men.” he leans up and laps at the tip of kinn’s cock after he says it, nose scrunched up, but he breaks easily, pulling back his foreskin, suckling at the tip and smiling when kinn hisses between his teeth; he’s going slower than he normally would, both for the camera and because some part of him wants to savor it.
“i don’t think you’d enjoy that so much if i tasted horrible.” the worst part of it isn’t even the joke, which is horrible, but it’s the soft, fond way he pets porsche’s hair as he says it, when porsche pulls back, spits into his palm and then wraps his hand around his shaft, kinn hisses again, a small sound from deep in his chest.
“you’re right,” he presses a messy, tongue-filled kiss to the head of kinn’s cock, sucking and swirling his tongue under his foreskin while he jerks him off, letting the musky salt taste of his pre-come flood his mouth; he pulls back to let kinn drip onto his tongue, he gets so wet, porsche is realizing, leaning in and sucking again, just to get more into his mouth, moaning when kinn pets at his hair.
his hands have always been huge, he hasn’t ever been a small guy by any measure, but sometimes porsche forgets how big he is until he’s up close, and this is the closest they’ve ever been to each other, and he’s so much bigger than porsche, especially now. the feeling of kinn’s large palm settling into his hair sends chills up his spine, and he can feel himself getting wet, the seam of his shorts settling against his clit and making him throb, rutting helplessly against it for any sort of pressure.
“so you’re saying—” kinn trails off with a soft moan, and porsche grins, resting his head on kinn’s thigh as he jerks him off, laughing when kinn whines at the pressure of his slick palm, squeezing lightly, just to tease.
“what, you just want me to say it? that you taste good? that—” porsche cuts off, just to suck at the head of his cock again, moaning loud and high, it’s exaggerated, but he won’t lie and say he doesn’t mean the sentiment, swallowing and pressing another messy kiss to his slit, licking and letting his piercing drag a little, just to make kinn rut up into his grip, desperate for the wet heat of his mouth.
“—that i could do this for hours, letting you use my mouth? make you come so hard you forget your fucking name?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, he just hollows his cheeks, swirling his tongue and bobbing up and down, the image of it more important than how it feels, but kinn still groans, hand settling on the back of his neck to guide him.
“you’re a fucking menace.” kinn says, laughing, dark and raspy, combing the hair back from porsche’s face as their eyes meet; he thinks of what kinn said earlier, and he pulls off, just enough, letting kinn’s cock rest against his cheek, nuzzling it and licking up the velvet skin of his shaft.
“yeah, but you love me.”
kinn blinks at him, and something passes over his face faster than porsche can catch what it is, before he looks normal again, albeit still slightly unsettled. rachel clears her throat behind them and it takes every muscle in his body not to jump, so instead he distracts himself by closing his eyes and getting back to work, letting kinn fill his mouth so he won’t say anything weird again.
some part of him wants to make this actually good, not just camera good, so for a while, he pulls out all of his best tricks, just to get kinn desperate and panting above him, the music playing isn’t loud enough to cover up the noises, though, and it’s so wet it’s echoing in his ears, every time kinn’s hips stutter and thrust up into his mouth, he lets himself gag a little, wet and filthy, spit running down and staining kinn’s shorts; he’s getting into a good rhythm when kinn pulls him up and off, making him whine. rachel is saying something from the backseat, he realizes, which is probably why kinn pulled him off.
“i get that you were having fun down there, but we need a lot of footage to put this together, so slow it down a little for the second half. remember to connect with the camera, too.” rachel says from the backseat, closer than he was expecting as she leans over the console, and porsche prides himself on not jumping, because he really forgot that she was there, with her little monitor making sure all of the cameras around the interior are working; the little side road they are parked on shows no sign of life, it’s just them, the other cars, and a few cows in a field. it’s hard to even remember that he has to put on a show.
“okay, now, try this again, but this time, kinn, get your hands in his hair, really tight,” porsche tries not to grimace when he feels kinn’s nails against his scalp, he pulls and pulls tight, and porsche can feel his eyes watering, “and go for it, make it really wet and loud. porsche, i need you to banish your gag reflex to the same crevice of hell you were born out of. humor me?”
he can’t talk with a mouth full of cock, so he valiantly doesn’t roll his eyes and just hums affirmatively, which makes kinn twitch in his mouth; the second he starts up again, hips lifting up off the seat for a better angle, porsche suddenly gets what she meant by wet; there’s spit dripping everywhere, and he can’t close his mouth enough to swallow, so he’s just drooling down kinn’s cock, soaking him and sending drops of saliva flying every time his cock hits the back of porsche’s throat.
“hold him down for a second, porsche, look up at the camera, so we get that eyeline, perfect.” he turns his head just enough, breathing heavily through his nose; all of his senses are drowning in kinn, and he just tries to maintain eye contact, he knows how much the viewers need to feel like it’s them he’s doing this for and with, but the only thing he can think about is kinn, who smells softly of vanilla and mint, and how he tastes, salt skin and musk; he swallows, heavily, while he can, and his mouth is flooded with the taste of kinn, twitching against the back of his throat; his eyeline shifts and his gaze meets kinn’s, heady and heated, eyes glossy.
he swallows again and rachel snaps her fingers, so kinn thrusts up into his mouth, pulling back again and then yanking at his hair to keep his head still as he grinds up, deep into the back of his throat; there’s a hollow wet noise every time porsche chokes a little, struggling to breathe, but he just huffs a breath through his nose again.
“are you close?” rachel asks, and kinn nods, but his eyes are on porsche. rachel adjusts one of the cameras, clicking her tongue and annoyed when it doesn’t do what she wants immediately, but then she makes a small sound of triumph and porsche can faintly hear the lens working as it zooms in.
“and now our money shot, pull him off, porsche, stick your tongue out, kinn, jerk yourself off, but keep that other hand in his hair.” porsche sticks his tongue out with a grin, waiting, when kinn comes all over his tongue with a groan, he has to remember not to just swallow immediately, instead letting it drip a little for the camera, splashing across his lips, pooling on the center of his tongue.
he dips down, rubbing his thumb against the base of kinn’s cock where he’s throbbing and twitching as he comes; when he’s finally done, porsche sits up, sticking his tongue out for the camera. when rachel gives him the thumbs up, he sits back in the seat, breathing heavy.
“i’m gonna need a second, i don’t know if i can drive after that.” kinn says, breathless and awestruck; porsche feels a warm sense of pride come over him, and he sticks his come covered tongue out at rachel in the mirror when she rolls her eyes at his smugness. he swallows, running his tongue over his lips and doesn’t think about why it makes him shiver, just sitting there with the taste of kinn’s cock in his mouth when normally he’d be five breath mints and half a bottle of water deep.
“take all the time you need.” she replies, grimacing at porsche in the mirror again while kinn is distracted. she hands porsche a bottle of water and some mouthwash and he just rolls the bottles back and forth between his hands.
the rest of the drive is quiet, save for the music, and rachel muttering to herself in the backseat as she gets more b-roll of the drive, and their hands, tangled together on the console; porsche looks over at kinn’s profile and feels a fondness he doesn’t quite know what to do with.
when they pull up to the house, they sit there for a second, while rachel opens the door, letting in people to take out all of the cameras and reset the car, putting everything in stacked cases.
“you two can head inside, porsche, go ahead and get changed into the outfit we talked about, kinn, same for you too, and then just hang out on the couch while we set up for the shoot. we’re waiting for the golden lighting to come through for the second half, so there will be a lot of stopping and starting.” she looks at porsche when she says it, and he doesn’t get it at first, but then she makes a hand motion that makes him get it immediately, putting one finger through a ring of two others, and he laughs, because he knows he’s going to be whiny after this, even if he doesn’t mean to.
he heads into the house and up the stairs, at the guidance of a random assistant, who leads him into the room he’s assuming they’ll be in later, because there’s a bunch of people fixing a set up for the bed, he digs through his bag until he finds what he’s looking for, a simple button up shirt and a pair of white lace underwear, he doesn’t, normally, because he doesn’t like it when people act like he’s a girl below the waist just because he has a pussy, but the entire point of this is romantic and soft, so he’ll wear the lace for the promo photos, he knows what sells.
he looks at himself in the mirror, hiking up the sides of the underwear until it cuts into his hips, right over his tattoo, he turns and looks at his ass in the mirror, he looks good, soft and tan and plump, and he knows kinn will like what he sees. alone, in this bathroom, it almost feels a little too real, like there aren’t any cameras. he’s getting ahead of himself, he thinks, so he shakes it off.
porsche finally makes it back downstairs, barefoot and slightly sweating because they’ve turned the air off to avoid the noise; kinn is on the couch, in nothing but a pair of expensive looking sweats; porsche tries not to make any lingering eye contact while he waits for the makeup artist to swing by with powder and something to make his lips look pinker, he stares at the tattoos on the back of his hand, swaying until the artist comes at him with a giant fluffy brush.
when she’s done, porsche sits on the couch next to kinn, until the world swirls to the side a little and he’s being tipped over into kinn’s lap, legs folded awkwardly over his giant thighs. kinn’s gaze runs over his body, over the faded scars on his chest, his tattoos, the bunny on his hip, and then finally, the lace; he shivers when kinn’s hands settle on hips, squeezing enough to take his breath away.
“is this what we’re supposed to be doing?” he says, trying for playful and probably sounding more nervous than he meant to.
“sort of. i just—” both of them jolt when rachel claps her hands, getting everybody’s attention.
“we’re going to start with the photos, and then move on to the main attraction upstairs, so i need that clean up crew on standby asap, since we’re all crashing here, and i refuse to sleep in any puddles. clear?” she claps again, and everybody sets off into motion, rachel comes up and directs them into position for the first shot, just porsche, in kinn’s lap, back against his chest while kinn’s hands roam over his body, under the lace, over his legs, making the hair on his arms stand up; he spreads his legs over kinn’s massive thighs, which is still a struggle.
they get a few more shots before it’s time to move again, kinn hovering over him while they kiss, face pressed into his neck, leaving trails of stinging bite marks that he soothes with his tongue; they get an overhead shot of kinn between his legs, breath hot and dampening the fabric, making his thighs shake; when rachel directs him to get his hands in kinn’s hair, it takes all of his concentration not to grab and tug and grind up into his face, with his breath right there; he stares and licks his lips like he’s thinking of the exact thing porsche is.
“okay, now we’re going to have both cameras going, so just, feel each other up, do what feels natural, and then we’ll get all of the close-ups we need before we move to the more serious stuff upstairs.” porsche would nod, but he’s lost in the way kinn’s hands keep roaming over his body like he doesn’t know what to touch first.
at some point rachel clearly gets frustrated and porsche can hear her and jeremy discussing the last shots before she comes back, just off to the side with the producers.
“so we’re gonna try something different, and i need you to bear with me before we take a break and then wrap up. so porsche, get on top of kinn, like you were earlier, and then sit up, just enough, exactly, now—” she stops, holding her hands under her chin and squinting, before she steps back and looks at the monitor.
“kinn, can you support his weight? like just hold him up for a minute or two, with your hands under his knees,” when they get into position, she beams, and porsche gets nervous, when she gets excited, it normally spells trouble for him.
“i need you to—” she steps forward, and the photographer lowers the camera for a second, waiting as rachel rearranges them, positioning kinn’s hands, and tipping porsche’s head back against his shoulder, before she steps back to the edge of the area rug where all of the other crew are gathered.
“so now, pull the panties to the side, and then i need you to just, like, look i don’t know, mid-fuck, is the vibe we’re going for.” rachel says it so frankly, but porsche can feel his back heat up rapidly, he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, he’s done this for almost a decade, but something about this is making him almost shy, not uncomfortable, but a frayed eagerness that has his nerves singing. someone from the side throws over a bottle of lube; porsche hears it click open and then shut, before it gets shoved underneath the couch cushion.
he feels kinn’s calloused fingers tug his underwear to the side, and his body clenches and throbs at the gentle touch; when kinn easily lifts him up to free his cock from his sweats, slicking himself up with one hand.
porsche blinks rapidly at the way blood rushes to his ears, heartbeat pounding in his throat at how turned on he is, and then it hits him, that rachel said mid-fuck, around the time he feels the thick head of kinn’s cock, gently rubbing through his folds, gathering up slick; when kinn rubs against his clit, his breath catches in his chest for the thousandth time that day, he rolls his head against kinn’s shoulder and shuts his eyes, the back of his eyelids going red and yellow from the bright lights above them.
when kinn pushes in and then stops halfway, he can’t help the way he whines, eyes watering, and he can hear rachel laughing at him from behind the camera.
“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you like this. porsche, are you doing okay?” rachel is now out and out cackling at him, and he tries not to, but he shivers when kinn exhales against the side of his neck, making him clench down even harder; he’s still not even halfway inside and porsche wants more, but he bites his tongue so he doesn’t beg. instead, he flips rachel off.
“okay, fine, be that way. ah, can we get, hm. porsche, wrap your right hand up in the bottom of your shirt, and then bring that other arm up behind his neck, support your weight a little—perfect. that looks really good, okay. stay right there for a second, and then i’ll tell you when to move again.” rachel says, but porsche barely hears anything except for kinn breathing in his ear, shallow, like he’s just as devastated as porsche is, so he doesn’t even catch what kinn says until he repeats himself.
“please tell me i’m not the only one, fuck, losing it right now.” porsche hums at him, before his brain catches up and he tries to form words.
“no, i’m doing perfectly fine being impaled on your giant cock, it’s a normal wednesday.” he says, breathlessly, rewarded with another inch or two before kinn pulls back again, almost like he didn’t mean to do it in the first place, which makes porsche whine.
kinn bites at his ear, laughing, and he jolts, clenching down hard which makes both of them go still, cutting off kinn’s laughter.
“sorry, sorry, i didn’t, oh fuck, mean to do that.” he can feel kinn’s brain coming back online, from the way his breathing evens out and picks up again.
“it’s fine, i just really don’t want to—” he doesn’t catch what kinn doesn’t want to do, because they get directed to change poses again, this time, lying on their sides; when kinn finally, finally pushes all the way in, porsche has to take a second to compose himself; every slow thrust is torture, because it feels just good enough, but it’s not what he wants, it’s just to get the image of it, and suddenly he’s never been so frustrated with his job.
“okay, pull out, just enough, right, nope, little more, right there.” porsche thinks he’s being tortured, that he’s done something to someone, and that’s why he’s being put through this, feeling every inch of kinn just to have it taken away again, when rachel directs him to pull out almost completely, porsche feels himself start to tear up a little, body going hot and cold all over, the conflicting sensations making his head hurt.
it goes on that way for at least thirty minutes, but it feels like years, the constant back and forth; he’s soaking wet and clenching so much he knows kinn can feel it even before he pushes in; for the next shot and position, with porsche’s knee almost up to his chin, he gets so deep that porsche feels himself go a little faint; rachel is laughing her ass off from behind the camera, and he’s so far gone he’s not even mad anymore, he just wants to get fucked properly already.
“so, we’re gonna take a little break, and then we’ll come back and do the couch stuff.” she looks over at porsche and mouths at him, he doesn’t get it at first until she pantomimes opening a bottle of water, and he shakes his head; he really doesn’t think it will be necessary; instead, he’s worried about how bad the mess is going to be without any help.
he sits up on the couch, gingerly, because he’s so sensitive even the lace is making him feel nervy and a little undone; kinn wraps him up in an awkward side hug, gently petting at his hair.
“you doing okay?” he knows, because porsche has complained about it before, the longer shoots with the stopping and starting are notoriously his least favorite; the only thing is that porsche has never been specific about why, too cagey to admit that he hates the empty feeling, that the stopping and starting make his head go all fuzzy and weird because he wants to be stuffed full and warm and happy. it just feels a little more desperate than he wants anybody to know he actually is.
“i’ll be fine now that the hardest part is over.” kinn hums, and porsche is starting to doze a little when he tips them over, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch; porsche wrinkles his nose, he’s not sure how he feels about touching a blanket in a porn house; he does this for a living, he's seen what these people do, and who knows what that thing has witnessed or been soaked with.
but then kinn tugs him close and he starts to get a little sleepy and he’s all cozy even with how hot it is in the house, and suddenly he doesn’t know what he was so worried about.
as soon as rachel claps her hands, porsche gets unreasonably nervous, even though he knows it’s easy, or at least easy enough when he knows his body as well as he does, which he explains to kinn, who just laughs at him as they rearrange themselves, shedding the blanket and getting back into their previous position on their sides.
porsche even picks his leg up and wiggles his foot until kinn gets the hint and wraps a solid hand underneath his sweaty knee, laughing when he realizes just how much of a toll the temperature is taking on porsche.
they watch the lights get set up, and someone puts a tarp down, just out of frame; porsche does not find the camera guy wearing a poncho very funny, but rachel is laughing so hard she’s actually crying again.
“can i ask you about the whole squirting thing? how do you—like physically, do you train or something? is that even a skill you can learn? are you born with it?” kinn pauses, distracted when the lights go a bit too bright before dimming again, and porsche laughs, fiddling with the pillow under his head, “and don’t make a fucking maybelline joke, i can see you thinking about it.”
“you think so highly of me,” he whines, before contemplating kinn’s question, “born with it? it’s not that simple, but it is, i guess? for me, it’s, i don’t know, it feels excessive sometimes, and i’ve ruined so many couches, beds, tables, cars, floors, that it’s not even funny. i remember hooking up with someone in college and they were like, you’ve got to be faking that, like it’s got to be piss or something, and you know, sometimes for these shoots, i’m not gonna lie, it is, because around the fifth take, i don’t know, my body just gives up a little. but sometimes, when it’s good, like really really good, it just happens.” he says, a little distracted. rachel is fidgeting with a lamp or something in his peripheral, and kinn is curled close behind him, breathing down his neck, and he can’t keep his thoughts straight.
“so what is the magic word? what makes it really, really good?” kinn says it casually, but something about the tightness in his voice makes porsche’s skin break out in goosebumps. he hesitates, before he just says it, taking kinn’s wrist and bringing his fingers down, until he gets the hint, rubbing around before pressing them inside, making both of them hiss.
“so just, feel up, a little, and then kind of, yeah, to the left kinda, you aim for that enough times and i’ll go off like a broken fire hydrant.” every word is more breathless than the last, and when kinn finds the spot he’s looking for, porsche’s eyes roll back, and he stops talking all together, until rachel claps her hands and kinn pulls his fingers out, wiping them on the cushion next to porsche’s head, laughing when porsche swats at him and misses.
“okay, final shot, and then we head upstairs. porsche, get your leg up, so the camera can see everything, and we’ll take snapshots as you two go for it. if it doesn’t work, we can break out the water, but that’s a last resort, for the love of everything, because we are not set up for that right now. so, porsche, i really need you to, uh, come through for me right now. kinn, aim up and a little to the left. he’ll tell you the opposite because he thinks he’s funny, and he isn’t.”
porsche flips her off again, and she laughs, loud and bright, which means that she knows too much and she’s going to hold this over his head for the rest of time; she’s not his friend, she’s barely his boss, and yet she’s using her evil powers right now to see right through him, and he knows she can see all over his face how much he’s barely holding it together; when she tells kinn to finally start, porsche doesn’t even hear it, as much as he feels kinn go right for his spot, making his spine arch and cries come out of his mouth that are downright embarrassing in how loud and high pitched they are.
he will never admit this, to kinn, to rachel, to anybody, but there’s a point where he just blacks out a little and loses time, because it feels that good, and he doesn’t know how he’s going to make it through the rest of this weekend, when they need him to look good, consistently, making the right faces, because he knows for a fact that his eyes are crossed and he’s probably drooling, so he just covers his face with his arm, his other hand fluttering down to hold his underwear out of the way as kinn slams into him, over and over again.
and it shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but every time kinn fucks into him, he manages to rub right over his spot, pressing his thick cockhead right up against it, grinding his hips in slow, filthy circles, and porsche is seeing stars for every bit of it.
it should take longer, he thinks, normally, it takes longer, for that feeling to build up, almost like he has to pee, but not quite, just a simmering feeling of liquid pleasure starting in his core and then reverberating out, until.
oh.
he can hear the mess he makes, fingers and toes cramping as he sprays come, head thrown back on a scream; it’s such a rush of fluid that he pushes kinn’s cock out of his body as he throbs and gushes, soaking everything; the tarp, the camera guy’s poncho, when he comes in for a risky shot; every bit of pleasure that curls through his body makes him whine and sob, loud reedy cries that echo against the giant windows of the house.
he feels kinn push back in, not deep, but enough, enough to feel good, just to give him something so he doesn’t lose it completely, and he lets his head rest on his arm, breathing heavily.
it takes him a second to come down, legs shaking and stomach twitching, and he realizes both of them are more than soaked. the couch is soaked, there’s more than a bit of a puddle on the floor, and kinn is breathing so heavily behind him that it’s making his hair move against his neck, and he’s still hard, throbbing against porsche’s thigh where he pulled out, at some point while porsche was still coming back to this earthly realm. he’s rolling his hips imperceptibly, just enough to make porsche want to reach down and get him inside again, to get fucked properly, to feel kinn fill him up and make a mess of his pussy; and he knows, as soon as he thinks it, that this is going to be a problem.
“that never gets old,” he hears rachel say from somewhere very, very far away, because his brain is still wobbling back to itself, “okay. everybody upstairs, save for anybody responsible for cleaning up that mess. porsche, when you can walk and talk, i want you naked. kinn, same deal. tech, with me, i want to finally teach you how to set up that shot we talked about.”
porsche doesn’t know how long they have, but it doesn’t feel long enough for him to get any brainpower back, and he gets the strange feeling he isn’t alone in that.
porsche floats through the next few moments, still high off of his orgasm, endorphins rushing through his body; he lets kinn lie him down on the bed, bundled up in the fluffy white comforter, the arrangement up here is a lot more familiar and less stressful than the photo session, and he’s less tetchy now that he’s actually come, and he’s naked, having shed his clothing on the way up the stairs, much to rachel’s annoyance.
rachel gets them arranged and set up; porsche, flat on his back, being eaten out for a bit before kinn fucks him with both legs over one shoulder; it’s not the easiest position, but it looks good on camera, even though he’s going to have to contort himself.
he lies back, spreading his legs as kinn settles between them, his breath hot; he’s staring at porsche like he wants to devour him, and it’s making butterflies set off in porsche’s stomach.
“that looks good, i like it, but i need some noise, so i’m gonna shut up, and i need all quiet on set, and just talk to each other, be natural. remember, you’re soft and in love with each other, and go for it, just play around. we’ll cut out anything that sounds too stupid.” porsche is sure she meant that last part to be kind, but he can’t help but to laugh at it, and at kinn’s affronted face, like he feels insulted that rachel doesn’t appreciate his dirty talk; when he hears her clap, he straightens up his face.
he’s immediately taken off guard, though, when instead of getting right to it, the way everybody does, flat tongue, barely sucking, doing what looks good, instead, kinn noses at his folds, inhaling his scent, like he can’t get enough, and porsche just stares at him, enthralled, stomach twitching when kinn leans in, not touching, just breathing over his cunt.
“are you gonna eat it or are you just gonna stare at it?” he can’t help it, he’s a bit of a brat, and it’s making him nervous that kinn isn’t doing anything, like he’s waiting for porsche to snap and beg.
“i think,” he says, sucking at porsche’s clit, just to hear him whine, before leaning back and pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, “that i could just stare, and you’d make a mess all over this bed. but no, i’m not going to just stare at it.”
kinn leans in again, getting his hands under porsche’s lower back, wrapping his arms and lifting porsche so that his face is almost planted in his pussy, making him shiver; he takes two careful fingers on either side of porsche’s clit, rubbing and circling until it’s swollen, before sucking at it, sending sparks up porsche’s fingertips, his toes curling in the sheets.
he tips his head back into the sheets, too overcome with pleasure to watch as kinn goes down on him, or listen to the wet noise of his tongue as he presses it inside, giving sloppy kisses to his cunt, sucking and lapping at him, moaning as if he’s the one being sucked off.
every press of his tongue makes porsche’s eyelids flutter, eyes rolling back in his head; he barely remembers that the camera is even there, that there’s an entire crew of people watching kinn devastate him; his hands wrap up in kinn’s hair of their own volition, tugging so hard he knows he’s being rude, but he can’t help it when it feels so good.
he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, with every touch of kinn’s mouth to his cunt, with every suck, and lick, and kiss, he gets wetter and wetter.
when kinn presses two fingers inside of him, thick and long, his eyes flutter open and get wide, he knows what kinn is trying to do, and he’s about to warn him when his eyes meet kinn’s, and he realizes that it’s exactly what he wants, so he lets go; as soon as the feeling builds, that familiar warmth in his stomach, he just arches his back into it and moans, letting his eyes shut as he comes, hard, all over kinn’s face, soaking the bed, clenching around kinn’s fingers as fireworks go off behind his eyelids.
his body writhes, legs shaking out of control, and he pants, sobbing around a moan that claws its way out of his throat.
“do you get it, yet?” porsche doesn’t know what kinn is talking about, and he’s barely conscious enough to understand the words he says in the first place, so he just lets out a quiet, dumbfounded huh, in the hopes that kinn will explain himself.
“i’m not letting you out of this bed until your legs are so weak you have to fucking crawl.” his voice is low and raspy, like he’s the one that has been screaming, and something about how sure he is, how confident he is that he can ruin porsche, even more than he already has, sends a shiver up porsche’s spine; he shakes, again, a chill wracking through his body as kinn kisses his way up his stomach, sucking at his nipples until they are so tight and swollen they hurt, finally biting at his neck and then sucking at porsche’s bottom lip, pressing a kiss to his mouth that he can taste himself in.
porsche doesn’t even help, he just watches kinn as he spreads his legs open, pressing two fingers inside just to feel, taking his time, while rachel gets impatient at his teasing.
after an unsubtle cough, porsche presses his thighs together, turning a moan into a hum, grinding against his palm.
kinn just stares, pulling his hand away before hiking up porsche’s legs until he gets them over one shoulder, he doesn’t even pause as he lines up and pushes in, and it hits porsche that kinn is just as desperate as he is, on edge and dripping wet with how much he wants this.
when he’s in deep, he doesn’t even move for a second, like he just wants to feel it, soaking in it, smiling softly, lip bitten between his teeth, just enjoying the tight wet clutch of porsche's cunt around his heavy, swollen cock. their eyes meet, and the feral glee in kinn’s gaze makes porsche shiver again.
he doesn’t know what is wrong with him. it is horrifically hot in this house, both of them are dripping with sweat, and yet he can’t stop shivering and shaking, covered in goosebumps from the sheer intensity of the moment, and how good it feels to be full. when kinn pulls back and pushes in again, slowly rocking into the wet heat of porsche’s cunt, their eyes on each other’s, both of their gazes drop, to where he’s shoving into his body, before kinn’s eyes go to his mouth, staring at where he’s dragging his piercing over his lip, absentmindedly, overcome with pleasure.
it’s one thing, he thinks, to see how big kinn is, the breadth of his shoulders and his back, the strength of his arms, flexing as he holds porsche in place, pounding into him relentlessly; it’s another thing to feel it, every inch of his massive cock, deep and thick, the slide and drag of it against his walls, making him feel weak.
his thighs are trembling from the effort, his abs are straining from trying to stay in the right position, but even the strain isn’t enough to make him tap out because it feels so good to have kinn’s cock buried deep in his cunt, where he's wet and aching to be filled; he throws his head back, breath caught on a loud moan; he knows he sounds like he’s faking it, and the worst part is that he isn’t. every whine, cry, sob, wail, all of it, that kinn fucks out of him in this moment is real.
“okay, cut, cut, cut—porsche, we need you on top, he keeps covering you up in the frame.” porsche blinks, mainly because he doesn’t think he has the brain power to ride dick right now, he tosses his head to the side against the pillow, frozen in place, it was so good, and now he doesn’t know what to do with himself if they have to stop longer than a few moments, he clenches down around kinn’s cock and has to lie down again, trying his best to catch his breath, but he’s shaking and panting, and kinn isn’t faring much better than he is, just as caught up in the moment. both of them, he thinks, completely forgot about the cameras and all of the other people, for so many moments, for too many moments, in this bed, it was just the two of them.
“okay, just, fuck, give me a second.” the crew laughs and he flushes, knowing that’s going to end up in the behind the scenes, as much as he’d rather it didn’t; he braces himself for kinn to pull out and only barely holds back a whine at how empty he feels; this is always his least favorite part, going from full and warm and happy and not having to do any of the work, to being rolled on top of kinn, his legs spread wide over his broad torso; he doesn’t even wait for the cue, he just wraps a hand around kinn’s cock and sinks down on top of him, just to feel something again, and he thinks he’s gotten away with it when kinn looks at him and grins, a little wolfishly and smug even with how wrecked he looks.
“it—don’t laugh at me, it just feels better.” he rolls his hips for emphasis, grinning when kinn goes a little crosseyed. he can hear the cameras resetting behind them, they might be here for a while, so he shuffles the blankets up for some cover so he doesn’t end up covered in goosebumps.
“feels better? i can’t say that i’ve heard that before.” his voice is so hoarse, and it makes porsche laugh, settling into the cradle of kinn’s hips, flexing his fingers against kinn’s muscular chest.
“yeah, because i’m assuming you’ve never gone three hours with a dick inside of you, it feels—i don’t know, it just feels weird when it’s not there anymore. it’s easier when the filming is just more natural, those photos earlier were hell.” kinn laughs, and it’s contagious, so porsche laughs too, but he stops when he can feel kinn start rocking up into him, bouncing him a little, and his spine goes liquid, his fingers twitching, nails scraping against kinn’s chest as he scrambles for purchase.
“if it makes you feel better, it’s weird for me too. like right now,” he says, and porsche is realizing that he’s evil, that all the laughing and the jokes have been to get his guard down before kinn kills off his brain cells with his massive cock, in this weird bubble they have, where all of kinn’s focus is on him and he keeps forgetting about the camera, “you’re so, fuck, warm, and wet, and tight. and i can hear it, every time, i, fuck. just listen to that. listen to how good you're making me feel.”
he grins, and it’s faint, but porsche can hear it, the wet noises of their bodies moving together, every time kinn fucks into him, and porsche can’t help but to flush at the earnest vulgarity; he doesn’t even say anything, he just waits, because he doesn’t think kinn was done, and he’s proven right when he gets bounced again, making him have to bite down on his lip to hold back a noise he’s not supposed to be making.
this is crossing so many lines, when they aren’t even properly recording, right now, kinn is just fucking him, slow and deep, in a room full of people, and it feels good, he always forgets how good it feels when he doesn’t have to think about the picture he makes.
“and every time it starts to feel really good, like really fucking good,” porsche whines, tempted to look and see how reset everything is, just to know how much time they have, but he can’t, not when he doesn’t want to look away from kinn’s eyes, staring into his, “they tell us to stop, and you get this look on your face, like it’s the last thing you want, and all i—”
“okay, we’re back, someone resettle the blankets, porsche, perk up a little, up on your tiptoes kind of, and then we’ll see if that looks good.”
for the thousandth time in so many days, the only thing porsche can think is to curse rachel’s name, fucking rachel. he lifts up just enough, and he knows what face he’s making, and now he knows exactly what kinn thinks of it, and it sends heat down his back, even as he grinds his hips, bouncing on his cock for a camera, and it’s good, but it’s not what he had before, feeling him deep, pressing against everything, pressure and friction and fullness; he gets a little distracted, only brought back by kinn’s hands on his hips; he raises up on his tiptoes again, properly, only barely ignoring the camera guy pressed close behind him trying to capture every angle of kinn inside of him.
“can we—porsche, pause for a second, tech, move in and adjust the blankets, it’s still making the shot look weird for some reason.” porsche stops, awkwardly sitting down on kinn’s lap, only to realize the mistake he’s made when kinn’s eyes go wide and the hands on his hips sink nails into his skin, his nails are dull so it doesn’t hurt, but it does take his breath for a second; their eyes meet and his breath catches in his chest, again, feeling kinn’s cock twitch inside of him.
when techno steps back, and he’s waiting until rachel gives him the cue to move again, porsche just sits there for a second, overwhelmed with how good it feels, and how little he wants to give this up.
“okay, let’s try this again, someone get a close up from up by the headboard, i think, yeah, no, so we get a better angle on this, and i want—i want you to keep doing what you were doing before.” porsche doesn’t get what she means, so he cranes his neck to look at her, and she raises an eyebrow, making him feel a bit caught; she means what they were doing when they weren’t supposed to be doing anything.
now, there’s a camera guy standing behind the lamp on the bedside table, and he hears people shuffling around quietly trying to get better angles around their closer position.
porsche spreads his legs, rolling his hips and sinking down on kinn’s cock again, making both of them groan, and then he finally rocks up, rising on his knees and then dropping down again, lip bitten between his teeth; his eyes meet kinn’s and they both smile, laughing a little breathlessly and hysterically, because it feels good, it feels too good, he thinks, but maybe this is rachel giving both of them a bit of a break after earlier.
suddenly it is entirely too hot in this fucking room.
porsche rocks back and forth, fucking himself on kinn’s cock, every inch of his body feeling like he’s seconds from coming, and he tries to hold back, but he can’t, so he just slumps forward, curling his fingers over kinn’s shoulders.
“feels, fuck, your cock feels so fucking good.” porsche goes red as he says it, mainly because he’s embarrassed that he means it, that every inch of kinn inside of him makes his body feel complete, he’s on edge that they’ll be told to stop again, he doesn’t think he’s capable. they could ask, but he knows neither one of them would hear it, too busy focused on each other.
“you like it? you like taking my cock?” horrible, it’s horrible, porsche thinks, that this is working for him, even though it’s just the thing they are supposed to say, and he nods, head rolling on his neck, vision going blurry; he can feel himself getting wetter and wetter, with every slide of kinn’s cock inside of his cunt; he gets his two fingers on his clit, but he gets too overwhelmed with sensation and gives up, just tipping his hips forward so he can get friction where their bodies meet, grinding against kinn’s pelvis, and it feels good, it feels too good for him to even form words.
every roll of his hips, every time their bodies meet, his eyes blink, probably a bit stupidly. he’s hoping that the camera guy isn’t getting any of this above the nipple, because he knows he’s not giving any amount of good face right now, instead, he’s barely holding it together while kinn fucks the brain cells out of him. his hands are huge, overlapping where he’s set them against porsche’s back, and there’s something about how small kinn makes him feel that makes him clench down even harder; he can feel himself, not coming, but still dripping and gushing, because it feels just that good.
they have to go slowly, because they need the footage, but he’s never felt so close so quickly in his entire career; it’s almost embarrassing, how on edge kinn has had him all day, even before he touched him, he just wanted to feel kinn, all over him, inside of him, making him feel so good it makes him dizzy. part of him is realizing he’s wanted this for years, he just didn’t know he could have it, and now he does, and it’s heavenly.
he doesn’t know why people are always saying you should be careful what you wish for, because all of his are paying off in spades.
“are you close again already, baby? you wanna come?” he nods again, shy, face going hot at the softness of kinn’s voice, shivering when he runs careful hands over porsche’s waist and lower back, grinding up into him and making him clench down; every time he thrusts up.
porsche can hear it, the wet slide of their bodies together, and he thinks of what kinn said, earlier, and it makes his stomach go tense and hot; he’s dripping, wet and gushing around kinn’s cock, and he moans, helplessly, every time his body clenches up before it hits him, wave after wave of pleasure, crashing over his body and making his nerves sing, he drops down, fingers scrambling over kinn’s chest, leaving red marks all over.
“okay, you can let go, you’ve been so good for me. let me see you come.” this is too intimate, he thinks, what they’ve done doesn’t feel the same as any other time he’s done this, where he’s crafting grocery lists in his head, and half out the door in the middle of a scene. when he comes, soaking the sheets again, spraying come all over kinn’s thighs and stomach, hot and wet and drenching them both, he just slumps forward, not even worried about looking sexy, or about the image, just giving into the pleasure kinn is giving him every time he rocks up, driving his cock deeper and deeper as porsche loses it.
this feels good, he feels good, he didn’t even fake it, it was like it came out of nowhere, he feels like he’s been hit by a truck, and the only thing that saves him from just fully slumping over and calling it is the fact that he can tell kinn is about to lose it too, and he wants to make kinn feel as good as kinn as made him feel, so he rocks his hips even faster, clenching and throbbing, squeezing around him; he grins when he sees kinn’s eyes roll back, a flush spreading down his chest, his entire face gone bright red, veins popping in his neck.
“fuck, i’m close, i’m gonna, oh fuck, i’m gonna come, fuck.” he feels kinn’s hands tighten around his hips, and then he moans, loud and high, jaw dropping and eyelids fluttering when he comes; porsche’s hips stutter and he drops down, rolling his hips as kinn bounces him on his cock, coming deep and making a mess of porsche’s sloppy cunt; he can feel it, every twitch, every time kinn throbs inside of him, making him wetter and wetter. he scrapes his nails across kinn’s chest, and leans over for a kiss; their mouths barely meet, all teeth and tongue, but it’s enough that it settles something that is twining itself around his heart.
it takes him more time than he’s proud of for his pulse to stop beating in his throat, making him near nauseous with how dizzy he is; he whimpers when kinn pulls out, and the camera guy comes in close to capture the come dripping from him, onto the mess they’ve made of the sheets; kinn runs two careful fingers over his swollen cunt, dipping and pushing his come back into porsche’s hole, before bringing his hand up and swiping his wet fingers over porsche’s bottom lip; he’s not proud of the noise he makes, desperate and needy, sticking his tongue out until kinn lets him suck them clean, musk and salt dancing over his tongue; it makes even more shivers run down his spine, how good they taste together. someone in the background says something and both of them jump as the bubble they were in pops completely.
faintly, he can hear rachel slow clapping, because she’s a fucking asshole.
porsche showers, fast, not even looking at his body, because he still doesn’t feel all the way there. he knows he grabbed the wrong body wash in the shared bathroom, because now he smells like vanilla and mint.
they cleaned up the set, quickly, because he’s sharing the bed with kinn and there’s no point in being too precious about the bed; they just put down a couple layers of towels and blankets and they’ll fix the top sheet in the morning.
porsche gets out of the bathroom, naked, and tiptoes past kinn, who is snoring in the bed, curled up around one of the massive pillows. he throws on a pair of shorts because he has one person who he wants to find, rachel; he needs answers.
he finds her easily, curled up like an evil cat in a chair, half awake, with a shitty beer hanging from her fingers.
“rachel—” she looks up at him, something like mirth in her eyes, like she finds this entire thing funny, and he knows he said they weren’t friends, but he lied a little, because suddenly she’s the only person in this house that he wants to talk to, because she’s been here, because she gets it.
“am i allowed to joke about this at your wedding? i think he’ll find it funny, but i know the type of bitch you are, and we both know i’d still have the tag tucked in my dress.” she raises her eyebrows and brings the bottle of beer up to take a sip.
“you are making a lot of assumptions about—” she puts her beer down and sits up, beckoning him over to sit down beside her.
“when you realized it was him, earlier, you lit up. and you know that i don’t do this whole love thing, because i think it’s childish and stupid and for dumb little piss babies. but you looked at him, and it was, i don’t know. it almost made me believe in the stupidity.” she says this leaning up against his shoulder, like a concession, or an apology, but she doesn’t have anything to be sorry for; she’s right, and it’s not like she did it on purpose. he’d thought about it, but it’s not her brand of evil. he huffs and leans back.
“so what the fuck do i do, when we both get paid to fuck other people for a living? how do you know it’s good stupid and not stupid-stupid?” and he wants to know, even though it’s not like rachel knows any more about being in love than he does.
“it helps that he signed on with us. it probably extra helps that he wants to exclusively work with you. and i get the strange feeling you wouldn’t be opposed to being in a branded pair with him. seeing as you’re in love and everything.” porsche decides to ignore her, instead listening to the fading of footsteps on the balcony above them, probably techno shuffling around and looking for people to bother to play cards, when he registers what she just said.
“what do you mean he exclusively wants to work with me? did he say—” she gets the point, and picks her beer up again, which makes porsche’s stomach sink.
“no, he didn’t say why. but i’m gonna be real, he didn’t have to. i mean, he shows up, looking like that, looking at you the way that he does? i don’t. i don’t know, i just don’t think it’s because he wants to fuck you. or at least i don’t think it’s only because he wants to fuck you, i mean you two have been friends for years, there are easier ways. because you’re easy, i’m calling you easy—” she laughs when porsche shoves at her, making the chair rock back and forth.
“okay, fine, so it’s love. what the fuck do i do with that?”
she shrugs, handing her beer over; it’s almost warm, and it makes his face screw up, but it’s better than nothing.
“i think you might have to just nut up and tell him you like-like him, kindergarten style.”
porsche stares off into the depths of the house, past all of the cases and boxes, and people spread out in sleeping bags, and techno, who is playing cards with arm on the deck, clearly getting his ass handed to him.
he thinks of every relationship he’s ever had, which is, in no particular order, holding hands with a boy in first grade until a prettier girl caught his eye at the book fair, a handjob on a bus, another handjob on a bus, and fucking the same person for a week in college, which is his record.
he knows how to seduce senators, he’s got fleshlights branded after his award winning pussy, he can squirt across a room, he’s paid for three different college educations with his head game alone.
but he doesn’t know shit about getting a boyfriend.
fuck.
Chapter 2: Bonus/Epilogue
Summary:
“i can be gentle.” porsche wishes he wouldn’t say it in that tone of voice, with those eyes, that make it seem like those words weigh so much more than they do, like it’s a promise beyond just making sure porsche can sit down the next day. he turns his face into the crook of his arm and only barely resists screaming.
he’s not making it out of this in one piece.
Notes:
this was not supposed to happen, but i ended up writing a few thousand more words as a wrap-up/bonus to the fic since the ending was sort of abrupt/cut off. enjoy, because i will not be doing this again (i say, as someone who you all know will immediately change my mind and post a sixteen chapter regency era kimchay fic because me saying something damn near promises that it'll happen). i just think i'm a series format type of boy instead of a chapter format person. i love a good time skip, what can i say???
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
porsche wanders around the house after he talks to rachel, too pent up to go back to that quiet room, with kinn in bed, and try to sleep next to him after the day he’s had. but around his third lap of the house, something in him caves. kinn should be deep into sleep, probably still stealing all of the blankets and pillows, and he has nothing worry about.
he passes rachel, again, and now she's knocked out and snoring in a reading nook. he finally makes it to the door of the room and opens it, finding exactly what he expected: kinn, snoring, and wrapped around the pillow. he looks peaceful, porsche thinks, smoothing out the furrow of his brow, his nose twitches, and porsche feels an amount of affection that has to be bad for his health. he kneels on the edge of the bed for a second, just watching kinn sleep.
suddenly, he’s realizing it isn’t new, that he’s spent years with this, being approached and turning people down and not even having a hint of why, except that it felt like he was waiting for something, waiting for someone to make him feel something, waiting for someone that didn’t make him paranoid that they were just there for someone he’d never be, waiting for someone who didn’t want him for what he has between his legs, or at least not that only; he never wanted to be a pretty doll on someone’s arm, as much as that is what he’s been branded as. he just wants someone who sees him as a person, and he can’t think of anybody who has seen his more human moments than the man in the bed in front of him, and it makes his heart clench, beating a bit too fast for his liking.
he doesn’t know if kinn feels what he feels, he just knows that he feels something he never has before, and he hopes that something is enough. when he slides under the covers, it takes seconds for kinn to ditch the pillow and pull him close; he falls asleep in minutes, warm and held, and something that feels close to loved, instead of hours and hours of waiting and watching the ceiling.
the next morning, porsche doesn’t even get up in time for breakfast, instead, the entire house is bright with the wash of the afternoon sun. he wakes up and the bedroom is flooded with light, making him squint against the whiteness of the walls reflecting all of the sunlight. when he sits up, his entire body feels loose and warm, and he knows that even a few hours of not being in a bed alone made that much of a difference, in a way he doesn’t want to think about, not when he’s going to go back to an empty bed with giant pillows and heated blankets.
he shakes it off and rolls out of bed, preparing to scrub himself down in another rushed shower. he can hear people downstairs, already setting up, there’s a knock on the door and the knob is jostled, before he sees rachel, coming in and sitting on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth.
“so about today.” she says it tenderly, like she’s about to tell him someone died, and it makes him nervous.
“so about today.” he repeats back to her, fidgeting with the temperature dial, before spinning it all the way to the widest red bar.
“i’m just gonna say this, and then i’m going to get out of your hair so you can get ready. but if at any point, it’s too much, or you need to stop or you want to cut something, i’m not—we can just—” she trails off, waving her hand in front of her face like that fills in the blanks enough. it does, sadly, because porsche knows exactly what she means, that this happens enough, or at least that they know what to do; if too many feelings get involved, she’ll pull the plug, and they’ll work with what they have, everybody gets paid, it’s fine.
but some part of him still has something to prove, that this won’t be an issue, for as long as he can make sure it isn’t an issue, so he takes a deep breath, choking a bit on the steam, and puts on a smile, not a fake one, and maybe not real either, but enough that she knows he's actually okay.
“i can do it. it’s two scenes, and one of them is just us, so it’ll be fine. just know that my two weeks starts the second i set foot in my apartment tonight. and i will not be answering a single phone call that doesn’t involve the words ‘somebody you actually like died. ’” he says, shedding his sleep shorts, as rachel struggles off of the counter and finally walks towards the door, he stops her at the last second and pulls her in for a hug, and she pats on him on the arm, a little awkwardly, which is about as affectionate as they get; she smacks him on the ass to break the moment, and he laughs, before letting go.
“did you consider hugging me before you got naked? inquiring minds would like to know.” she says, tipping her head back with a raised eyebrow, while porsche rolls his eyes and opens the shower door, stepping inside.
she laughs her way downstairs.
when he makes it downstairs, barely dressed and all made up, having been attacked by another giant powder brush, he finds everybody gathered around the island, all of the cameras set up; tech is milling around still futzing with the lighting until rachel pulls him back; kinn is standing by the counter, so porsche walks up and hugs him from behind, just wanting to be a bit clingy.
“i’m keeping the commentary to a minimum, so again, give me some good noises, make it messy. you just gotta get from point a to point squirting all over your face. it’s simple, just bend him over the counter and go to town. it’s not rocket surgery, you know?” they all laugh, exhausted and ready for this long weekend to be over; it’s one thing to do a long day, but two long days, with a drive back to the city means that everybody is at the end of their rope and ready to be done.
porsche didn’t even bother with drying his hair; in the light of day, the house is even hotter than it was when they showed up, and the lack of air conditioning is really starting to get to him, so his damp hair is the only thing cooling him down right now. he’s in one of kinn’s shirts, that he stole from his bag, something oversized for a college neither of them has ever even stepped foot on the campus of; it’ll probably be blurred or changed in the final edit. rachel snaps her fingers to get his attention, so he does what he’s told, and he bends over the edge of the counter, hips tilted back and up to be alluring, while kinn stands behind him, hands on his lower back, to start the scene.
when rachel gives the cue, he feels anticipation settle over his skin, because he can’t wait to get kinn’s mouth on his body again, to have an excuse to feel him; he shivers when he feels the heat of kinn’s body behind him, pressing his hard length and grinding against him, shoving the shirt up and admiring for a second; porsche can feel his eyes taking in the sight before him; he can’t help but preen and present himself properly, hips up, rolling his hips in a way that he knows will make kinn crazy; he goes warm all over when kinn groans behind him, like he’s in awe.
“you can’t just—fuck me, wander around the house like this, you’re driving me crazy, baby.” he turns around and smiles, soft and more innocent than he’s ever been. in return, kinn growls, deep in his chest, and gets his hands around porsche’s waist, lifting him up and onto the counter; he dips his head into porsche’s neck, licking and sucking, trailing his nose and inhaling, biting and pressing his mouth to the soft skin of porsche’s collarbone. every touch is softer and more intoxicating than the last, making reedy, desperate moans punch out of his chest.
“do something about it. if i’ve been, fuck, driving you crazy, then do something about it.” he means to sound bratty, instead he sounds wanton and desperate, not helped by the way he rolls his hips, searching for some kind of friction or pressure, and getting nothing, which just makes him feel more unhinged.
kinn looks him dead in his eyes as he steps back and drops to his knees, prowling like a predator, before he leans in close, breathing over porsche’s swollen clit, leaning in even closer and inhaling, getting his nose pressed deep; porsche can feel every single breath he takes, every time he dips the tip of his nose and runs it over porsche’s cunt, like he can’t get enough, and it makes electricity and heat run up porsche’s spine; he wants to sit up and watch, but he can barely support his weight, so he just flops back against the counter, hitting the edge of his head against the cutting board with a soft ow. they can edit that out.
he forgets about his minor head injury in seconds, though, when kinn leans in and starts sucking at him, properly, working his lips over porsche’s swollen clit, where he’s heavy and aching for it, getting it into his mouth and working his tongue with a moan so loud it reverberates through porsche’s body, making his hips come up from the counter top where kinn has him pressed down; he gives up and cries out when kinn pulls back and spits, rubbing it in and making him slick and shiny.
every touch of kinn’s tongue makes him want to scream. he wraps his hands up in kinn’s hair, grabbing almost as hard as he can, not even meaning to, just because he needs more, but the harder he grabs, the more kinn just teases him, only to go back to making him lose his mind, fucking his tongue in deeper and deeper before he pulls back completely; he says something, but porsche doesn’t even register that he’s speaking until he says it again; for the thousandth time, all of the words are just going in one ear and out the other.
“get—come down, let me—” he gets frustrated when porsche doesn’t move fast enough, so he grabs him by the waist and slides him off of the counter, spinning him around and bending him back over; porsche goes easily, limbs heavy and lazy with the pleasure making his head spin; the second that kinn has him bent over the counter, he spreads him open with both of his massive hands and dives back in tongue first, making porsche whine and moan with his face pressed against the counter.
“more, i need, fuck, i need, oh.” he whines, loud and high when he feels kinn press a kiss to his hole, licking a stripe up his ass crack and then spitting, pressing his fingers in porsche’s cunt, right up where he needs them the most before he goes back to licking and sucking at his asshole, grunting and smacking and swallowing loudly, like he can’t get enough of the taste; his fingers tuck in even deeper and tighter as he adds another, his thumb coming up to rub at porsche’s clit, making him arch up onto his tiptoes, grinding back against kinn’s face.
every press of his tongue makes porsche cry out; he feels kinn downright bury his face in his crack, licking and sucking and moaning like he’s the one being tongue fucked into a mindless bliss. he just gives up on supporting his own weight, half climbing into the counter with one leg hiked up, which only gives kinn better access to everything, which he takes in stride, to porsche’s aroused dismay; it feels good, everything feels so good it’s almost an out of body experience, but he’s not sure how much more of this his heart can take, when he knows that he won’t be able to let another person touch him without thinking of the fact that kinn could do it so much better.
“i want to see you make a mess, baby, all over the floor. fuck, the way that you taste —”
kinn gets his hand around porsche’s waist, nails digging into his skin, and it hurts, but it feels so good, the stinging pain; knowing that marks will be left behind; knowing that kinn is trying to devour him, getting as close as he can as his tongue works at porsche’s hole, making him clench around the fingers kinn is still working in and out of his sopping, sloppy cunt; he’s dripping down kinn’s fingers, probably down his forearm, and it takes seconds for kinn to work at his spot and make him lose it; but this is hands down the most embarrassing as much as it’s exhilarating, because he can hear it; he can hear the spray of it, gushing and making a mess all over the floor; kinn leans in, slurping at his hole, dropping his mouth open and swallowing loudly every time porsche fills his mouth with come; every noise is wetter and nastier than the last, and porsche just collapses into the countertop.
“you did so good for me, baby.” every word of praise runs a golden light of pleased, smug desire up his spine, but he doesn’t even have the energy to move and do anything to reciprocate. the second he feels kinn stand up behind him, he just lets kinn hike his leg up even further and rut against him, getting himself slick, pressing the thick tip of his cock inside and making porsche clench and whine, oversensitive and unable to take any more stimulation, but when he pulls back again, porsche feels empty, his brain and his body and his heart don’t know what they want and he feels splintered and undone. over the fog of his thoughts and the blood rushing in his ears, he catches the wet noise of kinn jerking himself off, before he feels ropes of hot come all over his swollen pussy, like kinn was just barely holding himself back from shoving inside and getting him messy even though that isn’t what they are supposed to be doing; it feels good, and it sends shivers up his spine to feel kinn making a mess of him, something so many eyes will see, and know who he belongs to, even if it’s just in this corner of his brain, and not real.
there are so many things he wants, and he doesn’t know what to do with any of it.
the second everything is done, and they call cut, he just sits there, covered in come and barely able to move; he doesn’t even jump when he feels kinn swipe at him where he’s messy and sticky with a damp cloth he probably got from rachel, he just spreads his legs to make it easier.
“i was gonna move eventually.” he says, pitching his voice to sound extra whiny and ungrateful, laughing when kinn just swats at his ass and tugs his shirt down so he’s covered again, before using the cloth on himself and leaving it on the counter.
“you were sitting there like you planned on falling asleep or something.” he rolls porsche over onto his back, still awkwardly bent over the counter, before propping him up like a doll and tugging him close; he gets his hands around porsche’s face, looking at him in the eyes far fonder than he has any right to, and it makes porsche melt, all over again, unable to look away.
“in my defense, i’m pretty sure you just tried to murder me, even though there are witnesses and a camera. can’t be blamed for needing to rest my eyes after that.” he says, and he doesn’t get annoyed when kinn is smug, he’s more than earned it after that performance; porsche still can’t quite feel his legs.
“murder? baby, i’d never.” he raises an eyebrow at the term of endearment, assuming it’s a slip, but kinn just raises an eyebrow back, almost as if he’s challenging porsche to call him out about it; and it’s a game of chicken porsche will never win, so he just blinks and flushes, face going hot as kinn presses a kiss to his forehead and then steps away to go get dressed.
porsche tips his head and stares at his ass as he leaves. he’s earned more than a little gawking at this point.
after the kitchen is cleaned and cleared out, rachel “supervises” as everything gets moved downstairs and they go through all of the rooms; the final shoot, in the vineyard, will be after they’ve packed up the house and left, on their way back to the city proper; a single camera, a romantic tour gone a little too far, it’s simple, except for the fact that it really, really isn’t, porsche thinks, to do something so intimate, that already has his heart racing just thinking about it.
so porsche is on the couch, lying on his stomach, head propped on his arms, kicking his feet back and forth; he should be finding the shirt he needs for this, another loose linen button down, but he’s assuming it’s somewhere in his bag, so he can figure it out later. right now, he's half naked and stewing.
there’s been something unignorable in the air all afternoon. with every comment, look, and touch, he only feels more and more sure about his feelings, and yet more and more tense; he jumps when he feels a hand settle against his back, but it’s just kinn.
“are you okay? we can always call it if you’re tired, i think we’ve done enough.” and the worst part is that he does seem genuinely concerned, which makes porsche smile, pressed against where his face is resting on his arm.
“i’m fine, you’re just going to have to be gentle.” it’s the last thing he wants to ask for, because he knows kinn will hear gentle, and turn it into every fantasy that porsche has ever had, the desperate hope for someone who remembers that there’s a person attached to the hole they are fucking, but he has to say it, because he’s so sensitive even wearing shorts is too much.
he’ll be proud of himself if he makes it through this without dropping or crying or having it shine all over his face how horrifically in love he is, or maybe not love, not yet, but a crush that makes him feel twelve all over again.
“i can be gentle.” porsche wishes he wouldn’t say it in that tone of voice, and porsche can’t even really see him, but he knows he’s looking at porsche with those eyes, that make it seem like his words weigh so much more than they do, like it’s a promise beyond just making sure porsche can sit down the next day, like he cares. he turns his face into the crook of his arm and only barely resists screaming.
he’s not making it out of this in one piece.
“okay, so this final spot, it’s just me and these two assholes again. the rest of you are at the truck stop down the way, and i’ll get everything on the handheld camera, just because we need to look like vloggers and not people making porn. so. i’ll debrief thing one and thing two when we get to the vineyard, and then tech, keep your phone on just in case i need another set of hands.” rachel claps her hands, and everybody scatters, emptying everything out of the house; kinn and porsche just follow her out to the jeep.
save for the low music, the drive there is quiet.
when they get to the vineyard and rachel explains the scene to them in the car, porsche feels another round of dread, because this is more intimate than he thought it was going to be.
porsche turns to rachel and she just raises an eyebrow, shooing him along down the hill. the scene is simple, it’s just the two of them, in a far off corner so they don’t get caught, and he just has to get railed up against a fence. there’s not even anybody else around, because it’s such odd timing, just the occasional older couple; somebody wanders by with a dog and he jumps.
he’s done more public things, on beaches and yachts, and the cruise ship video series from hell, but this is unnerving, less because it’s so open, and more because it’s so intimate; they’ve got a picnic blanket and a basket and rachel’s huge bag, in an attempt towards legitimacy.
if rachel wasn’t here, this would properly look like a date, instead of them all suspiciously wandering towards one of the few secluded corners, clearly up to no good.
as soon as they find the spot, navigating using a clunky mobile app, rachel pulls out the camera, holding it about chest high; porsche has no clue what these shots are going to look like, but he knows rachel and the rest of the team will work magic, so he’s just going to do what he’s told. rachel directs them for a bit, just taking pictures and kissing, leaning against each other like an affectionate couple; every time kinn runs his hands up porsche’s shirt, or dips his head and drops a kiss on his collarbone, porsche feels himself flush and go hot all over. when rachel has them make out for a few moments, just kissing and feeling each other up, he starts to get wobbly and weak in the knees.
finally, she swaps out the video card in the camera, and then turns back to them, with a smile on her face that makes porsche feel more of that aroused dread.
“so, if i could get both of you up against the fence, back to chest, and then kinn, untuck your shirt, and sort of—yeah, so you’re covering him, a little, and then pull his shorts down just enough, perfect. now i’ll just make it seem like i’m taking pictures for plausible deniability, but we’re putting music over all of this so it will be fine for us to talk occasionally.” as she says it, both of them shuffle into place until kinn is wrapped around porsche from the back, his button down covering just enough, but porsche wraps his fingers in the bottom of one side and pulls the fabric close, stretching it so at least his tattoo is covered.
kinn pulls a packet of lube from his pocket, pulling his cock through the opening of his shorts, before slicking himself up, pressing two lube covered fingers to porsche’s hole and spreading it around. then he pushes the tips of two fingers in, rubbing and making porsche huff, on the edge of a moan. the weirdest thing, porsche thinks, about doing this outdoors, is the slight breeze he can feel in places he doesn’t normally feel breezes; it makes him break into goosebumps across his most sensitive skin, his stomach twitching under kinn’s touch from his free hand.
when he steadies himself and then pushes in, porsche has to fight all of his impulses not to moan, instead, he just settles his chin in his hands, leaning further into the fence in front of him, only barely hidden by the nearest cluster of vines. kinn’s head dips down to his neck; his hips drop and he shoves back in, the wet noise of it loud enough to send chills down porsche’s spine, every time he sees another person walking in the distance, oblivious. he blinks and his eyes go a bit watery with pleasure, a single tear dripping down the end of his nose, which is burning; his pulse is banging in his ears, making him feel dizzy.
“ah, stop for a second. we got somebody walking by.” rachel says, pointing with her head tilted, eyebrows raised, when porsche turns to look at her; there’s a woman with a giant dog walking through, checking a map on her phone; she spins away into the maze of the vineyard, and they all sigh in relief, only for her to spin back around in their direction. porsche can feel kinn throbbing inside of him, and every twitch makes him clench down, hard, breathing heavily through his teeth with a low hiss.
“porsche, turn a little towards me, make it look like we’re setting up a shot; kinn move in a little bit more behind him, because those vines are covering from the front but from the side it’s still—perfect.” once they shuffle around, rachel clicks her tongue and they stop moving, which makes porsche jolt a little, stunned stupid and still so sensitive from earlier; he feels like he just stuck a fork in a socket.
the woman wanders around for a bit, muttering under her breath, and the entire time, porsche is just huffing, blowing air through his teeth and trying not to roll his hips back, taking in the solid length of kinn’s cock, the pressure and fullness making his head spin; he feels kinn draw back a bit and then push back in, slowly; the drag of it makes porsche blink quickly, eyes watering again.
when she turns away, having made up her mind about the direction she’s going, kinn pulls back even further, making porsche whine, before he slams in again, their hips coming together with a noise that has to be loud enough for that woman to hear, with an obscene wet squelch because of how wet porsche is, dripping down his inner thighs and likely drenching his shorts.
it’s quiet, it’s so quiet, just the wind chimes gently twinkling, and music coming from a nearby veranda with a lone guitar player, the gentle click of the lens zooming in, on what, porsche tries not to think about like he always tries not to think about it, but his mind keeps bouncing around, each time kinn pushes in, stretching him open, he has to bite down on the inside of his cheek, every thought more slippery than the last, an endless contrasting stretch of pleasure and frustration making his limbs tingly down to his fingertips and toes.
he huffs out a breath, eyes squinting shut for a second, biting down on his tongue when kinn’s hands come up around his waist, careful fingers dancing over his scars, brushing over his nipples; one hand stretches up and comes over his neck, not squeezing, just present; the other trails down and gets stuffed inside his shorts, rubbing over his folds, feeling where kinn is deep inside of him, stretching his hole, making him full and wet, he clenches down, hard, breath stuck in his chest when kinn rubs over his clit with his calloused fingers, he whines again when kinn pulls out, rutting against his folds, where he’s slick and swollen, begging to be filled.
“stop— fuck, oh god, oh fuck, stop teasing me, please.” and he means it, every time the thick head of kinn’s cock rubs against his clit, pressing just inside his hole, his cunt throbs and clenches; every time kinn spreads him open, making him slick and sticky with his own fluids, his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering against his face because he can barely keep his eyes open for longer than milliseconds, before the light is crashing against the backs of his eyelids, sending his vision blurred in red and orange bursts of brightness. he tips his head back against kinn’s shoulder, shivers running up his back when kinn just breathes into his ear, grunting with every deep grind of his hips, but porsche doesn’t want that, he wants to be full again; he fumbles a hand down where kinn still has his stuffed inside his shorts and tries, only to get thick fingers wrapped around his wrist, holding him in place.
“you have to be quiet, and good, and you’re not being either of those things right now, baby boy.” it’s the gruff and sure way that he says it, that makes porsche melt so quickly; in the corner of his vision, he can see that kinn’s mouth is curled up in amusement when he shoves in again, before his jaw drops, eyes fluttering at the feeling.
porsche can hear rachel laughing, like she’s trying to hold it together but his suffering is just that funny, she only straightens up again when somebody walks by in the distance, not even looking their way, too busy being turned around by the signs; every time kinn grinds into him, deep, there’s more noises, and porsche feels like everybody can look at them and know, that he has to look ruined, just because of what kinn is doing to him; for minutes, he doesn’t even move or say anything, he just takes it, giving into the pleasure.
he can feel when kinn is close to losing it, because he pulls out again, and porsche doesn’t whine this time, even though his body is upset, pulse pounding in his ears; when kinn ruts against him again, dragging the tip of his cock and making porsche slick and wet all over, making a mess of him, he drops his chin into his hands again; through the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, echoing and clanging, he can hear rachel saying something to kinn, probably telling him how to wrap things up.
porsche just goes with it when kinn shoves in again, rougher than he was before, like he can’t help it, before he slows down, whispering apologies into the back of porsche’s neck when he whines, even though it wasn’t an upset whine, he’s losing his mind because it feels good to know kinn is just as out of control as he is. he looks up, through watery eyes, sunlight bouncing off of his lashes and blurring out the world in front of him, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip and sucking on his piercing to distract himself, just so that he doesn’t cry out loudly the second kinn starts rubbing his cock directly across his spot, just pressing in deep and making bolts of pleasure zip up his spine and spread across his back.
“are you close, baby? you gonna make a mess, right here where everybody can see you?” he can’t even form words, so he just nods, and kinn grins against his neck; he almost faints when he hears a low, growled, good boy, against the back of his neck.
there’s a solid warmth in his hips, deep in his gut, building and building with every thrust; when he comes, it’s so sudden and so much that he can hear it, dripping and spraying down his legs, soaking his shorts. he looks down, sweat dripping into his eyes and sees that he’s made a mess of the wooden post in front of them, dark spots forming in the warped wood; his orgasm comes in waves and waves of pleasure; his thighs can barely support his weight, he just collapses back into kinn’s arms, gripping onto his forearms and digging his nails in as he feels kinn’s cock twitch inside of him, filling him up, dripping down where he’s swollen and sensitive and soaked in his own come.
they just sit there for a second, speechless and messy, and then he realizes, that’s it; now comes a rushed clean up in a public bathroom, and a long, probably tense drive home. he feels something drip down his inner thigh and goes to wipe it away, when he feels kinn’s fingers running up his thigh, before pressing in, almost like he wanted to keep the mess he made inside; something about that makes porsche want to run, because all of this is entirely too much.
“and that’s a wrap.” he jumps when rachel speaks, cutting his eyes towards her to see her face flushed from the sun, hair wild, grinning at him, like he’s the funniest thing she’s ever seen, holding out an extra pair of shorts.
he changes, quickly; there’s nobody around and kinn sheds his shirt to cover porsche’s lower half.
rachel doesn’t even say anything as she puts the camera away in her bag, alongside porsche’s discarded, soaked shorts that get shoved into another pocket. she just raises her eyebrows at porsche over kinn’s shoulder before she starts the trek up the hill back to where the jeep is parked.
porsche wiggles around until kinn lets him go; his legs are shaky and he feels a bit untethered, like he’s a sweater someone pulled a loose thread from and just kept going until they had nothing but a pile of string. when he steps away though, he just feels cold and unsure, and sticky between his legs in a way he’d like to fix immediately; the new shorts aren’t exactly fixing the biggest problem he has right now, that he’s still wet and leaking and so swollen.
but then kinn pulls him back, and porsche finally stops spiraling and looks at his face; a soft smile, warm and inviting, eyes squinting against the setting sun, everything bathed in a soft orange glow. he pulls porsche close and settles him against his chest,
“i heard your conversation with rachel, last night.” it takes porsche a second to place what he could even be talking about, but the second he does, his entire body goes cold and then hot all over as embarrassment floods him, making his brain crash for a second. kinn’s face goes from fond to concerned, eyebrows knitting together, porsche feels his arms tighten a bit, like he’s worried porsche will try to bolt, which isn’t exactly a bad instinct to have, because he really considered it.
“and what conclusions did you come to?” he says it without making eye contact, mainly because he doesn’t know how to, or where to even start, or what kinn wants from him, in this moment where he feels like he’s losing his absolute mind, because none of the control of this is in his hands, but he wishes it was, and he wishes he knew even a little what kinn was thinking, when he makes that face, the one where his eyes go all soft and his smile tips to the side of his face, like he can barely contain it; there are so many things porsche wants to understand about him, but he doesn’t know how to ask, as the sun sits low in the sky, and more people are wandering through the rows of the vineyard; there’s the twinkling of some chimes in a tree nearby as a breeze picks up. he bites down on his knuckle and waits, looking out towards the pink and orange sky beyond the rows and rows of grapes.
“it’s not—hey, look at me, it’s not bad news, okay?” porsche turns his head just enough to see kinn in his peripheral vision, but no further.
“just say what you’re going to—” he’s cut off when kinn pulls him close, hands wrapped tight around his waist; he’s reminded all at once of their size difference, not in height, but how broad he is, his arms, and his shoulders, and his back, and how much space he takes up, without looming at all, just a solid presence, almost comforting, but not right now, when the proximity makes porsche’s heartbeat ratchet up in speed, beating in the back of his throat.
“i like-like you, too. kindergarten style, or whatever rachel was talking about.” porsche realizes just what part of that conversation he heard all at once, and the embarrassment comes rushing back.
“oh, oh you heard, you heard all of that, the words that i said, when i said that i—” kinn mercifully cuts him off with two fingers underneath his chin, tipping his head up, eyes going a little crossed when he focuses on porsche’s mouth, before his eyes flicker up and their gazes meet.
“yes, i heard it. you mind saying it back, though? when you know i can hear it?” his tone is soft, but there’s something nervous behind his eyes that makes all of the fear flood out of porsche’s body, leaving his limbs tingling and warm.
“yeah, okay. i like-like you.” he says it a bit petulantly, but it curves into something fond when kinn leans in again, slowly, almost nervously, until their lips meet.
they’ve fucked, they literally just fucked, and he’s dripping with kinn’s come, porsche thinks, with a shiver running up his spine, but nothing is as intimate as kinn finally kissing him and really meaning it, chaste and a bit dry, like he’s holding back, until porsche gets a hand underneath this shirt, scratching gentle nails through his happy trail just to feel his stomach twitch, and he finally sucks on porsche’s bottom lip, tilting his head and pressing his tongue in, sucking gently and gripping at porsche’s hips, bringing their bodies together.
it feels good, to be close, to know that whatever this is, they’re on the same page about it, so porsche smiles into the kiss, feeling a bit shy, as kinn presses their foreheads together, breathless and happy.
their moment is ruined by a loud whistle; both of them jump and look up; it’s rachel, standing by the car looking impatient, so they wave at her, and start their way back.
they hold hands the entire way up the hill.
Notes:
the threesome happens when it happens. sooner rather than later, but i'm writing when the inspiration strikes, which means i'm taking it slowly from now on, especially since things are a bit rotten in the state of denmark at the moment. there's something i want to do, but i'm not telling until i make up my mind fully. you'll never guess what it is, except for the one person who heard/saw me joke about doing it. anyways.
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