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“Do I own a suit?” It was not the question Jean had expected when he had picked up the call from Reiner. Want to fuck around for a few hours? Dinner at my place? My faucet is leaking again. Can you fix it? Those were all questions Jean had expected from Reiner’s call, but as it were, he was now faced with a wardrobe-specific inquiry, and he was confused, to say the least.
“There’s at least a thousand more nicer ways to ask me on a dat, you know,” Jean snarked, knowing full well he wasn’t answering the question, and much to his annoyance it was just met with a chuckle on Reiner’s end.
“I’m not asking you on a date, Jean,” Reiner said. The statement had Jean scowling at the phone. A date would have been nice, he thought. “We’re shooting some office porn, and I figured you’d have fun with it. Besides, my co-star bailed last minute, so we’re kind of in a pickle here. The space is already rented and all.”
“I can’t act,” Jean argued.
“You can fuck,” Reiner countered, and Jean found that he couldn’t exactly argue against that. Lately, he had found that it seemed like Reiner had to put in actual effort to wear him out. And while he would never admit being proud of that, he couldn’t really help to feel it every time Reiner lay panting in the bed next to him.
“Well, yeah,” he eventually agreed.
“And that brings me back to my original question. Do you own a suit?”
And that’s how Jean found himself in front of a shiny office building downtown with the mandatory test results in hand, and his suit bagged up and slung over his shoulder. The setting was vastly different from his prior studio experience, and the public setting had him reconsider his decision to agree to the shoot. Drawing in a deep breath, he gathered his courage and stepped into the lobby, where a nice receptionist guided him to the lifts. Seven floors to get his nerves under control.
“You’ve got this, Jean. Reiner knows what he’s doing. You’ll be fine.” A stellar pep talk indeed. He rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror before stepping out of the lift. In front of him stretched an open office space with a few private offices lining the back wall with a good view over the city. The sight of the cubicles had him shudder. They represented everything Jean would never want in his work life, and he couldn’t imagine being in a place like this day in and day out while over paid managers supervised from their glass offices.
“Hey Jean!” Reiner’s voice pulled Jean out of his musings, and he looked up to see him approaching. Reiner was wearing a dark grey three-piece suit with a black shirt and crimson details, and Jean was positive the suit alone cost more than what he earned in a month doing his humble plumber job. He waved at Reiner, who didn’t hesitate to relieve him of his envelope. Next, Reiner’s strong arm was draped around Jean’s shoulder as he was walked down the row of cubicles, while launching into the introduction of the scene they were about to shoot.
“You got your suit? Perfect! There are some bathrooms down the hall where you can change. I’m your manager, your performance is lacking, and you’re called in for a performance review. You go beg for your job, get on your knees, and then fuck your manager into oblivion to prove that you can perform. Easy-peasy.”
Jean snorted at the obvious cliché. “Really? This couldn’t sound more corny, even if you tried.”
“Could be stuffed corn holes,” Reiner pointed out, and Jean felt his cheeks flush at the reminder of his favourite porn video, starring Reiner himself.
“Yeah, okay. So what do I do? Is there a script, or something?”
“Just play it by ear. You’ll be fine. It’s not like people are going to watch it for the captivating dialogue anyway.”
“You have much pride in your craft,” Jean muttered, voice laced with sarcasm, much to Reiner’s amusement. “Why even film the start if all people watch it for is the fucking?”
“Because it’s fun, Jean!” Reiner’s palm fell between Jean’s shoulder blades in a few firm pats. “Go get changed. We’re ready to go whenever you are.”
Jean felt ridiculous in his simple suit, sitting in the cramped cubicle and staring at a laptop displaying a random spreadsheet he didn’t have a clue what was about. He had never worked at an office, much less had a lacking performance at work, thank you very much, and Reiner had told him to just play it by ear? Letting out a sigh, he tapped the keyboard a bit, pretending to work as the sound of heavy steps on the sad carpet came closer. Reiner was an imposing figure when he leaned over Jean’s shoulder, and Jean’s heart was beating faster already as his cock twitched in his pants. He wasn’t listening to the spiel Reiner gave about hos his numbers for the last quarter had been lacking, but he paid rapt attention to the way Reiner’s crotch pressed against his arm.
“My office in five minutes,” Reiner said, and Jean guessed the only appropriate answer here was yes, sir, so that’s what he went with.
The next scene had Jean knocking on the glass door to the corner office and poking his head inside. The walls of glass surrounding Reiner’s workstation were intimidating, and Jean felt adequately nervous as he stepped into the space. The prospect of whipping his dick out in front of the entire city felt much more terrifying than the cameras in the room.
“You’re here. Great. Please come in and close the door,” Reiner greeted, and waved him inside without looking up from his laptop. After hovering by the door for a moment, Jean walked over and settled down in one of the chairs across from Reiner. It felt like an eternity before Reiner finally stopped typing and looked up at him, and Jean couldn’t help himself as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Hopefully, the cameras could translate his performance anxiety to good acting, as Reiner steepled his fingers and pinned Jean with a look.
“I’ve got to say I’m not impressed by your recent numbers. I need a really good reason not to let you go by the end of the month. You know we only keep the best performing workers at this company.”
As it turned out, playing by ear was easier than Jean had expected. Maybe it was the threat of losing his job, even if it was fictional, that kicked him into work. Jean wasn’t sure, but he embraced the babble falling from his lips.
“I can be a top performer!” he claimed instantly. “Just give me a chance. The last month has been stressful for me.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t see any proof of your claim in the numbers,” Reiner rejected Jean’s claim instantly, gesturing to the laptop. The nonchalant move set fire to Jean’s blood, and he felt an urger to fight for his fictional position.
“If you let me go now, I won’t be able to prove it. Give me a chance.”
“There are five days left of the month.”
“How am I supposed to make a visible improvement in five days?”
“That’s not my problem,” Reiner said and turned his attention back to the screen, rudely dismissing Jean.
“Come on! There’s got to be a way for me to convince you I can perform,” Jean blurted out, and that seemed to get Reiner’s attention. He watched as Reiner pushed his chair back, and turned it enough for Jean to see his legs spread wide.
“I suppose there’s an alternative option.” Reiner gestured to his lap, pinning Jean with a stare. “How bad do you want to keep your job? Up to you.” The careless tone Reiner delivered the lines with had Jean’s cheeks flush, and he got up from his seat with what he hoped was an adequately disgusted expression. The walk around the table felt like a mile long hike, and he swallowed hard as he sank to his knees in front of Reiner. Behind Reiner, Bertholdt moved the camera to catch Jean’s expression over Reiner’s shoulder, as he looked up at Reiner with utter disdain in his eyes and his hands blindly began to undo Reiner’s belt. It was a bit more difficult to ignore the cameras this time, so Jean decided to look away and focus his attention on Reiner. His cock was already pressing against the expensive suit, and Jean licked his lips as he freed it and placed a long lick up the underside.
This he knew how to do. Sucking Reiner off was something he had done on numerous occasions, and surely the camera could be ignored? As well as the massive glass facade facing the city. A single drop of precum lay nestled in the slit as Jean pulled the foreskin back. Licking his lips, he leaned in and lapped it up with an obscene moan. Then he closed his lips around the head and went to work. Soon, strong fingers tangled in his hair, quietly letting him know he was doing well. Softly spoken instructions from Bertholdt registered faintly in Jean’s mind, while his free hand went to his own crotch to rub his erection over the suit.
“Close with a facial,” Bertholdt whispered. “Force-feed him the cum, then it’s a wrap.”
Everything about this should have been entirely unsexy, but Jean was burning with lust when Reiner forced his head back and gripped his cock to storke it firmly. Jean opened his mouth, and zeroed in on the black lens of the camera as the first streaks hit his face. He felt like a whore, with the lukewarm cum running down his face, but it only made him smile and slip his tongue out to lap at the streaks covering his lips.
“That’s it,” Reiner cooed. His fingers slowly collected the cum from Jean’s face, and Jean sucked them greedily when he pushed them into his mouth. “I’m not fully convinced yet, though.”
That last sentence had Jean’s eyes pop wide, and just then Bertholdt declared the scene done. Reiner withdrew his fingers from Jean’s mouth and cupped his cheek while stroking his hair with the other hand.
“You did well,” he said, leaning down close to Jean. “I just need to catch my breath, then we’re doing the next scene. Are you okay?”
Was he okay? Jean took a moment to self assess. Aside from the raging boner in his pants, he couldn’t find anything to be upset about, so he nodded and pulled out of Reiner’s grip and stood up.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he croaked. “Maybe some water?”
“Good. There’s water and snacks in the next office. I’ll be there in a moment,” Reiner said before turning his attention to the camera screen Bertholdt held out to him. Jean headed to the door, just catching the tail end of their conversation on the way out, and the words made his chest swell just a little with pride.
“Yeah, I knew it was a good call. He looks like a vision.”
A few snacks and half a bottle of water later, Jean was back on his knees between Reiner’s legs. His erection had faded during the break, but Bertholdt had assured him it was no problem whatsoever, and Jean had decided to trust the man. In front of him, Reiner was stroking his cock, and Jean involuntarily licked his lips at the sight. Bertholdt signalled for the scene to begin, and Jean looked up at Reiner for directions. Just as he had expected, Reiner slid right back into his role as the displeased manager, and Jean found Reiner’s experience and professionalism comforting to lean into.
“You’re willing to stretch quite a bit to get what you want, huh?” Reiner patted Jean’s cheek, and Jean let out a huff. “Maybe you’re fit for the amount of corporate ass kissing it takes to climb the ladder in this company.”
Jean was not entirely sure what to expect, but he wasn’t surprised when Reiner stayed true to the clichés, pushed his chair back, pulled down his pants and bent over the desk.
“Get to it. Convince me to let you keep your measly job, kid.”
Rushing to get in position, Jean placed his hands on Reiner’s ass, spreading his cheeks to reveal the puckered rim. Briefly aware of Bertholdt next to him, Jean paused to let the camera catch his view before diving in. First with a soft kiss, then he dove in with gusto, lapping and sucking at the twitching muscle. Above him, Reiner let out one overdone line after another, praising Jean’s dedication to the job, spurring him on. He knew Reiner had informed him that he was prepped and ready for the shoot, but Jean couldn’t help himself. Moving down to suckle at Reiner’s taint, Jean pushed two fingers in, relishing in the way Reiner’s body gave way to him instantly. He crooked his fingers after the first few thrusts, rubbing Reiner’s prostate while easing his balls into his mouth. Reiner bucked against the table, and Jean shifted as his erection grew tight and uncomfortable in his pants.
For a moment, he kept teasing Reiner. Then he withdrew, and moved his mouth back to Reiner’s twitching hole, fucking greedily into it with his tongue while he undid his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down. Accepting a bottle of lube that was handed to him from under the desk, he lathered up and pushed the bottle out of the way.
“Is this enough ass kissing for you?” he spat as he got onto his feet. “I’ll show you fucking performance.” Placing his hands firmly on Reiner’s ass, Jean ground his cock between Reiner’s thick thighs for a moment. The friction sent shivers up his spine, and it took his everything to keep up the teasing a bit longer, but he was acutely aware of the camera as he rubbed the swollen head of his cock against Reiner’s hole. An obscene moan escaped him when he finally pushed in. Reiner’s body enveloped him in tight, wet heat, and Jean bottomed out in one thrust, punching the air out of Reiner’s lungs. Looking up, he caught their reflection in the windows, and the way Reiner looked entirely dishevelled in his expensive suit, bent over like a whore was the filthiest thing Jean had ever seen. Knuckles white from gripping the edge of the desk, mouth hanging open, and back arched in open invitation for Jean to get moving. Of course, Reiner was an actor, but Jean had no doubts that the man enjoyed his craft thoroughly. Jean bit his lip as he took hold of Reiner’s waist and picked up a punishing pace, just the way he knew Reiner liked it. Hard, unforgiving, and raw.
He could imagine how Reiner’s cock was leaking on the desk, trapped between his body and the hard surface, and he pushed the back of Reiner’s suit up, baring his lower back to the camera. The sight of the dimples just above his ass almost sent Jean over, and he dipped his thumbs into them, rubbing firmly as he tried not to falter in his pace. Under him, Reiner was slowly being reduced to needy whimpers, and soon Bertholdt’s voice drifted into Jean’s ears again, delivering simple instructions. It was no effort to follow them, and Jean pulled out, gave his cock a few final strokes and watched the camera catch his cum covering Reiner’s gaping hole. He didn’t even need the following instructions to drop to his knees, and lap at the mess, cleaning up the evidence with a feral hunger.
“That’s good, Jean,” Bertholdt muttered while the camera zoomed in on his work. “Suck him off and finish with a kiss.”
Filthy. But Jean had no complaints. As he finished lapping up the last of his release from Reiner’s ass, he gripped Reiner’s hips tightly and prompted him to turn. Reiner took the cue without hesitation, and Jean dove right in as soon as Reiner’s fat cock was in front of his face. Once again, Reiner dug his fingers into his hair, and Jean relaxed and surrendered control to Reiner, letting him fuck into his mouth with abandon. With his nose pressed firmly into Reiner’s pubes, Jean whimpered as hot cum shot down his throat, and he didn’t fight when he was pulled up by his hair and into a searing kiss. His hands roamed Reiner’s back as the kiss deepened, only interrupted by soft moans and needy whines until Bertholdt called the scene and ended the magic.
For a brief moment, Reiner kept Jean in his arms while the set dissolved around them. Jean knew the next steps. Clean up, accepting his pay, heading home. But as he met Reiner’s eyes, there seemed to be a promise embedded in the shining gold. Soft lips made contact with his ear and he shivered as Reiner’s voice caressed him.
“Since we’re both dressed to the nines, how about that date?”
Jean wished he could have kept his composure, but he burst out laughing. The sheer ridiculousness of the request while they were standing there, pants down with the crew shuffling around him, was too much. Still, he also knew there was only one answer to the question.
“You’re buying.”
“Sure thing,” Reiner replied, amusement dancing on his voice. “It really wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to fill you with cum and ask you to pay for dinner, now, would it?”
There was more laughing, a bit of shuffling while they rearranged their clothes and headed for the bathroom, and then their eyes met in the mirror above the sinks. Jean smiled, Reiner’s cocky grin told him exactly what was going to come out of his mouth before the words were spoken.
“After our date, you can fill me up with cum. Then we should be even. How does that sound?”
The next kiss was light, interrupted by laughter from both of them, and Jean knew right then that their first date would absolutely not be their last.