This story is totally fiction, yo. This story will also involve sexual and intimate relationships between two (or more) males, and if this offends you or it is illegal for you to be reading, then please leave. If you are under the age of consent for your community, please leave. And if it does offend you, I honestly don't know why you're even here in the first place. Let's get on with it, then.
Crystal
Why are you crying?
The lights are too bright. The air too moist. Almost like the world through a camera lens or sound through a microphone, as though making it louder would make it clearer. It never does.
How does it feel? Do you like it? You can barely look at me but when you do I see your eyes- your fucking eyes. They're shimmering with the stage lights and the ceiling lights and the sunlight, too much light for one room, making everything shine when it shouldn't, turning every bit of moisture into wet glitter. And the wetness flows, our bodies becoming oceans of sweat, saliva, chlorinated water, mine of fruit-flavored lubricant but yours of tears.
"Do you like it? Huh?"
You don't say anything. I don't know if it's because you can't or because you can't bring yourself to. I hope it's the former but I'm pretty sure it's the latter.
Why did you do this to me? Tell me why the fuck you did this to me.
Whatever. It's too late now.
Just shut up and take it.
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"Glad to see you again," said Mr. Valentine as he sat cross-legged in his chair. He pulled his t-shirt a little tighter, adjusted his pants for some reason. "Don't be shy, you can sit."
Following Mr. Valentine's advice, he sat.
"If I remember correctly, you haven't been on film before."
"No."
"You have?"
"Oh, no, I mean I haven't. Sorry." his voice cracked answering Mr. Valentine's question, perhaps distracted by his stare.
Mr. Valentine chuckled with a voice just a hint husky. "You're really nervous."
He nodded.
"Don't be. You can try it out by yourself first, and if you feel like it's not for you, that's fine; we'll let you go. And if you do feel like it's for you, that's great. We can go at your pace. It's all your choice."
Again, he nodded. This time he burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, this is really new for me. What do I have to-"
The door burst open. Mr. Valentine and his visitor turned around.
"Hey, Brick." Mr. Valentine said.
Brick was tall, an overbearing man in a muscle shirt and baseball cap whose presence took up an entire room. He had skin like the earth, tan and smooth, hair like the night, dark and rough, eyes of stars and an almost arrogant face that was ready for anything. His hand seemed to even handle the doorknob with verve. In fact, at 190 pounds and 6' 2", he could probably rip the knob off the door. He leaned in, gave a chance look to the boy in the chair and then to Mr. Valentine. "Jeff and I are going."
"Ok. Thanks for today."
"Yeah." He closed the door behind him.
Mr. Valentine snickered after he noticed the boy couldn't take his eyes off of Brick. "...Where were we?" he asked to get his attention again. The boy looked up at him. Mr. Valentine smirked and got to his feet, approaching a metal locker. "Right. I've got some paperwork for you to fill out. It shouldn't be any problem as long as you're a citizen, you're 18..." Mr. Valentine looked up from the file cabinet. "You ARE 18, right?"
"Yeah."
"No offense. I ask everyone." He pulled out a small folder and handed it to him along with a pen. "You can fill it out now if you want."
"Sure." He opened the folder and stopped immediately. He looked up at Mr. Valentine. "Do I have to put my real name?"
"Yes." Mr. Valentine sensed a bit of apprehension so he quickly followed up. "But almost everyone has a pseudonym. If you don't want anyone to know it, I can keep that confidential."
He nodded and smiled with relief. "Thanks." A scratching sound as he filled out the papers. "I...will...do that." He said in between writing.
"I think you'll be great on the team." Mr. Valentine saw the sarcastic look on his face and chuckled yet again. "If you don't mind me asking, do you have a name in mind?"
"Yeah. I do."
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Brick opened the door for Jeff. Jeff didn't thank him, but he did wait for Brick to close it behind them. The air outside was cold and dry, bits of ice forming on the sidewalk.
When thinking of Jeffrey, the words "disturbingly photogenic" often came to mind. Moonlight pale skin, a tight athletic body, dark spiked hair and one of those seashell necklaces. Maybe it was just physically impossible to get a bad picture of him. He was falsely modest of course. But those who didn't believe in Jeff's cover came little in number now. Brick knew better. At least, he was pretty sure he did. Jeff was too pretty. Too cute. Too much of a number of things that it almost reached the point of being disturbing. And he loved his job. Who the hell could love his job?
"You were great." Jeff said with a picture-perfect smile.
Brick looked at him in the corner of his eye then wrapped his scarf around his mouth. "Yeah. You too," he replied.
He jumped a little when Jeff nudged him in the side. "Mmmm... You want some more?"
"Don't-" Brick held Jeff's wrist and pried it off his waist. He looked around to make sure no one had seen, then continued walking. "Stop it."
Jeff clicked his tongue then ran to catch up with Brick. "Hey! Wait!" he stumbled a little as he slowed down. "Let's go out for a drink or something. It's freezing out here."
The proposition was met with a wary, almost tired look from Brick. "Fine."
Jeff chose a place called "Ivies." It was a cheap place with the pretense of being pretentious, but the bar, sparsely populated with an afternoon group, was enough for Brick.
"What're you doing after this?" Jeff asked after a couple of shots, lighting up a cigarette.
He shrugged. "Nothing."
"Hm? You could come over to my place... do some 'nothing' with me."
"I'll think about it." Which was a metaphor for "no."
"Whatever. You need to learn how to have fun." Jeff eyed two athletic guys in the corner of the bar. Suddenly ignoring Brick, he winked at one of them; the guy smiled back. Without so much as a word to his company, Jeff sauntered over to their table.
Ten minutes later Jeff was wrapped in one of their arms, laughing and giggling in an amazing dance of seduction. Brick saw it in the corner of his eye and nearly vomited when Jeff walked out the door with both of them.
Now left alone with the tab, Brick chugged his beer with frustration. He nearly jumped when a brown-haired girl sat next to him. She seemed nice enough, but Brick was in no mood. "You okay there? Sitting all alone..." she asked.
Brick said nothing. He did not look at her, irked by her voice. She pouted. "Come on, don't be like that. Just trying to be friendly."
"Look, you wanna be fucked? Huh?" Brick asked harshly. The girl opened her mouth in offense, but Brick continued. "Cos I don't have time for this right now, unless you wanna pay."
"What? Fuck you, pig!" she yelled, slamming the bar stool on the floor as she walked away. She flipped him off as she left, but all he did was continue his taciturn stare.
The bartender made her way over to Brick. "Hey, if you're gonna be causing trouble, you gotta go."
"..." Brick put his beer down, reached for his wallet and threw a small lump of cash on the counter. "I was about to leave anyway." The bartender shrugged, mumbled, "suit yourself," and took the cash as she cleaned up his cups. Brick stomped out of the bar, putting his coat back on and rubbing his hands together.
He'd walk home today. He needed to think about the scene he did.
Brick was the most popular. He always knew that. He was most popular ever since he started doing this shit last year. He started like everyone did- jackoff scene to blowjob scene to "Brick's first time" scene. But things really took off. Who knows why. He was a bit sadistic in sex, and his penchant for topping maybe helped this reputation. It wasn't for pleasure. No, Brick became bored with pleasure a long time ago. Rather, he enjoyed the look on a guy's face upon being entered; the eyes squinted in conflicting pain and euphoria, the mouth open, screaming for reprieve but as time went on, begging for more...
...At least, that's what Brick tried to get in every guy he did a scene with for Mr. Valentine. No, many were the kind he hated; the gung ho, in-your-face, "fuck me, you fucking pussy" assholes. Either that or they were the silent kinds, the ones that took it and maybe groaned every once in a while. They were boring. No, what Brick was looking for only happened about a quarter of the time he tried. And every time he knew it was fake.
Jeff? He was master of fake. Fakness, thy name is indeed Jeff. If Brick felt little pleasure, he knew Jeff must have been immune to it. But he faked it like a pro, because he was a pro. But then again, nothing much was real about Jeff. The cuteness; the innocence he attempted to purvey; people fell for it like flies, taking in the amazingly implausible lies like,
"I'm a virgin."
or
"I've never been with a man that's so... big like you."
or even worse,
"You were great."
What a load of crap. But when he played bottom (and he always did), he would moan and groan and scream and writhe and buckle under uncontrollable ecstasy, turning any guy who topped him into Casanova. So Jeff was popular too. And what happened when two guys were popular? Mr. Valentine put them together.
Yes, supposedly the "Internet voters" decided that a Brick/Jeff scene was in order. Brick knew it was inevitable but it didn't stop him from dreading it. He hated Jeff. He despised ingenuity. Maybe Jeff knew that, so he made extra care to act extra sexy, thinking it would turn him on.
They took each other's shirts off. Jeff leaned in for a kiss but Brick dodged quite purposely, throwing him on the bed and biting his nipple instead. Jeff screamed instinctively, and Brick let go in frustration. He literally ripped off Jeff's pants, motivated more by anger than lust. Jeff dove down, pulled Brick's pants down. Brick was disgusted at how good Jeff was at it, his tongue darting places on his dick he didn't know could be licked. It didn't last long, as Brick finally went in for the finish. He fucked him without even taking his pants off of his ankles. That's how mad he was. As soon as he came and as soon as Jeff came, he left and cleaned up as quick as he possibly could have.
...And that was it. Routine, really. Brick stopped. He'd reached his apartment complex.
Why was this such a big deal? He'd had sex with plenty of guys and girls he hated. Why was Jeff the breaking point?
Either way, he'd break the news to Mr. Valentine tomorrow. And reasons aside, maybe he was happy he was quitting anyway.
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Brick was surprised to see that they were filming already. The stage lights were lit and a small contingent was getting the bed ready. Brick wandered through the sound crew and past the food table until he found Mr. Valentine, watching placidly while he drank a bottle of water. Mr. Valentine greeted him with a smile. "Hi, Brick. You don't need to be here, you know."
"Yeah, I know that. I wanted to talk to you."
"...Could it wait?"
Brick furrowed his brow. If he was being put on hold, this must have been something important. "What's the film?" Brick asked, gesturing to the set.
"New kid." Mr. Valentine motioned brick to follow him to the dressing rooms. They only got part way there before a young man in baggy clothes and a skater cap ran into them. Mr. Valentine smiled and took him by the shoulder, displaying him to Brick. "This is Crys. He'll be trying out a position as one of our Valentines."
Crys nodded. He barely looked at Brick before averting his eyes in terror. Brick could hardly see them hidden behind his cap, but he could have sworn he saw something he hadn't seen in a while: nervousness. Crys cleared his throat. "Erhrm.. err... Hi. I'm new." He awkwardly stuck his hand out to Brick. Brick, confused, took it and shook it.
"Alright, well, enough talk. Come on, Crys, you got a big scene ahead of you!" He patted Crys on the butt, sending him towards the set. Crys jumped and flashed Mr. Valentine a funny look before continuing on.
Mr. Valentine smiled after him. "Whaddya think, huh? Real cute."
Brick had nothing to say.
"Feel free to stick around for the filming. You can ask me whatever you want after."
"I will." Brick followed Mr. Valentine to the set. He had to admit: he was just a little curious about the newbie...
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Howdy people,
If you're a reader of one of my other stories, sorry about the long wait! I've been seperated from a computer for a long time.
Crystal is gonna be an interesting story. Usually I write things connected to the supernatural in some wacky way or other, but Crystal will be a rare exception. It's a romance though, for all intents and purposes. It'll just have quite a bit of sex in it. The characters are porn stars, after all :O
thank you for reading this far!
Questions? Comments? Recommendations? Fan Mail? Hate Mail, maybe? Wanna just chat? email me at ThePleiadesCall@gmail.com . Love to hear from you!
If you like Crystal, maybe there's the very vague possibility you'll like other stories I've submitted:
Charmed Reborn (Celebrity), Final Fantasy Rosa (Celebrity), Pokemon: Amethyst (Celebrity), Teth (Fantasy), Diana Celes (High School), and Hallow (Sci-fi/Fantasy).