[Fic] You Oughta Be In Pictures
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kittydesadeTitle: You Oughta Be In Pictures (1/?)
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Chase
Word Count: 2,454 (4,607 total)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chase dabbles in a pornography career.
A/N: I have no idea where I'm going with this. This is what I get for watching History of Porn while writing Chase Collins fanfic.
"Hey, you wanna meet?"
"Sure. When do you get off work?"
"We wrap about six today, I think. Might run a little late, but you wanna catch dinner around seven?"
Chase smiled into the mirror. "Seven sounds great."
He was still sore from last night. Spent twenty minutes in the shower, just stretching under the hot water and working out aching muscles, ignoring the ache he didn't know how to do anything about. His hands slid through the soap and over his chest, shoulders, arms. Down his thighs. His chest moved slow, everything very controlled. For a second he was eighteen again, felt like it, no arthritis and no muscle fatigue, no mental deterioration.
There was a part of him that sometimes speculated, late at night when he couldn't sleep and occupied himself watching the clock tick down, that maybe it wasn't premature senility. That maybe the mental acuity issues were just because he was bugfuck insane.
Not now.
He rinsed off, turned off, got dressed. Something nice. Button down white shirt, no tie. Slacks. No sweater but a shirt overtop, something like what he would have worn at Spenser if they'd had a dress code instead of a uniform. Something classy. He wasn't sure what kind of people they had at this studio where Calvin worked, but he looked good in class. And he knew how to take advantage of that. There were people there who had an eye towards what looked good. And it would make the guy drool.
Sad, really, that he wasn't interested in making Calvin drool the way Calvin thought he was. It wasn't about attraction, interested or romance. It never had been. It was all about control, and even if Chase couldn't control himself he could manage it over someone else. Other people were easy. Push this button. Leave that one alone. Wait for the right time and then say the right words, it had come natural to him. Like breathing. Like killing.
He popped a couple of aspirin for the pain and looked into the mirror. Take a good long look at yourself. It wasn't for vanity, it wasn't for self-contemplation or to make a point. Some days he just had to remind himself who he was. Chase Collins. Chase of the Covenant. Heir to a legacy of power beyond most people's wildest dreams, power that didn't have anything to do with the wealth that allowed him a dilettante's lifestyle. Power that didn't have anything to do with his ability to pull people's strings.
Power that was burning him up from the inside, but, god it felt good to use. He was breathing and hard already with wanting to do it. Just thinking about it. First the trickle, then the flood. His hand squirmed, fingers curling into a fist.
Not. Now.
He pushed his hands and some gel through his hair and headed out. Was actually singing along to the radio, tapping his hands on the wheel as he drove over to the address he'd picked up off the web for the studio. It was four o'clock. Way too early for them to be done yet, but he was always curious. About some things. About almost anything. Right now he was curious to see the look on Calvin's face when he walked up. And he just wished he had a camera.
The set was busy when he walked up. Busier than he thought it would be, although he wasn't sure what he'd thought he would run into until he was on set and looking around. Power had gotten him in. Power got him in most places.
No one even thought to question his presence on the set, although it helped that he stayed out of the way and didn't ask questions. Cal was standing around in a robe waiting for his turn, two other guys and a girl standing with him. His co-stars? One of the guys probably was, it looked like that kind of set. The other two, he wasn't sure about.
There was a man shouting directions and moving people around and it all started to blur together in Chase's head. Too hot. The set was far too hot, and then there was a lot of naked flesh all at once. He crouched down against the wall to watch the shoot.
Robes parted, girl and boy sank to their knees and went about it with an exhausted lack of passion that simulated passion when their slobbering mouths made the effort and pulled it out of the two men's faces. They looked like they really had been in the middle of it when they took up their positions again, and the room went silent for the cameras rolling. Moans and groans that sounded familiar from the other night. Chase found the whole thing detachedly erotic, as though his cock belonged to someone else and the sensation of stiffening was more like numbness. He planted his elbows above his knees and his chin in his hands.
They stopped two more times before Calvin sprayed all over a carpet obviously designed to show the stains. At least once. Chase thought he wouldn't have liked a camera that close. He wondered if Cal had sprayed it, too.
He wondered what it would like to have someone come all over his face.
About then they noticed him, while the guys were cleaning up and the grips or whatever they were called were cleaning up after them. Someone official looking pointed and said he wasn't supposed to be there. Chase smiled.
"I just was meeting …" He nodded at Calvin, not sure if he should be calling him by name or not. "You know, for dinner. I figured I'd stop by early." Another smile, for Calvin this time. The shy and sly smile that apologized for coming around out of time but at the same time intimated that he should be happy to be surprised.
Instead of mortified, which he looked like. Chase would have to have that talk with him later. How doing pornography was nothing to be ashamed of, it was a living, and a pretty good one from what he heard. Gay porn paid better than straight porn, there were regulations about health and safety. Nothing wrong with it from Chase's point of view.
To be left out of the argument: the fact that Chase had the emotional capacity of a turnip and viewed sex as physical pleasure or a means of control or both. The fact that Chase had picked him up and taken him home because he was curious to experience what he had done to another boy, a boy whose name he had almost cried out at the most inopportune moment. The fact that Chase could barely remember his name and the fact that that had nothing to do with very early onset Alzheimer's.
"You okay with this?" The director, producer. Set security, someone looked over at Calvin with an expression that suggested Chase would be thrown out of the building at the slightest nod. From anyone.
"Sure…" Cal still looked like he didn't know what to expect from Chase anymore. Like he didn't know what to say. "Yeah, it's cool. Hey, just. You know…"
"I won't get in anyone's way. Promise."
Cal smiled. Chase smiled, that easy grin that was one of the best and most requested pieces of his performance. He could see the other man relaxing when he saw it. Stupid bastard.
He went back to his corner and watched the rest of the day's filming. Even a normal, sane person wouldn't have found anything sexy about making pornography. Like any other kind of film, they had to do scenes over and over again to compensate for mistakes or just to get a better angle. That much sex meant people had to be athletic, Chase noted. It couldn't be easy to keep up those motions or hold that position. It also looked like it would rub you raw if you weren't careful.
Cal bore it up with something that was either stoicism or deadened indifference, Chase wasn't sure which but he was kind of curious now. He wouldn't have been able to take it that long. Or, you never knew. Maybe he would. The idea was getting him hard.
They wrapped up the scene they were shooting. It looked like some kind of paramilitary or secret government organization spy flick. At least, the backdrop for the whole thing was very Jack Ryan and the guy fucking his date was all muscled up. Like a soldier. Good boy, Chase thought, and giggled.
"Ready to head out?" He looked nervous. Almost scared, Chase would have said, except guys didn't get scared about things like this. Or maybe they did, but they didn't admit it. That's okay. He wasn't going to force Calvin to admit it. Unless he wanted to.
"Sure." Chase smiled. "Let's go."
It was a nice restaurant, if you were on a budget. Chase had let him pick. Something traditionally romantic, Italian, names that Chase didn't bother trying to pronounce and dishes that he couldn't taste. He wasn't sure if they knew Cal by name or if they just recognized him from coming in sort of often. The food was all right. It wasn't a place Chase Collins would come back to more than once or twice. But Chase Collins wasn't on a budget. Just Chase, he was.
He watched the other man twirl his pasta around and around on his fork into mounds bigger than anyone could fit in their mouth. Unless you'd had practice fitting large things into your mouth. And that made Chase have to cough into his drink before he laughed and was asked why. Wouldn't have been a good idea to say, but the thought of a three, four inch cock thrusting down Calvin's mouth was hilarious.
"It's not really my scene," Cal burst out finally, lying with such a lack of skill that Chase felt it was almost a kindness not to point out that everyone on the set knew him by name, had been very familiar.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I mean, I got a couple auditions coming up. Callbacks, good parts, too. A commercial. There's an instructional video they're looking at me for…"
Chase didn't buy it, shrugging. "I hear porn pays pretty well."
Calvin's turn to choke on his pasta. He looked over at Chase with eyes that were wide and shocked and made Chase want to burst into locker-room plainsong. Aww. Is the widdle baby gonna cry? Cry, baby, cry. He didn't. Just smiled.
"Hey, it's okay. I mean, someone's gotta do it, right? There's a huge demand. Pays pretty well, or at least that's what I hear. I mean, if it's safe, and if you know they're not going to ask for your soul and your first born kid or something, if you know they're not gonna pimp you out," Although I might. "I guess… I don't know. Why not."
He poked some at his dinner, twirled the noodles around the fork. Took a big ol' bite.
"You don't have a problem with it?" Guarded, confused. Expecting Chase to lash out at him at any minute. Chase shrugged.
"When you said company policy, I kind of figured you didn't mean the office. It's cool. I mean, I'm cool with it."
"You sure?"
Chase smiled, half-tilting his head to one side. "You sound like you don't want me to be okay with it. What, should I yell and scream at you, start throwing dishes around or something?"
"No. I just… why are you so okay with this? It's … yeah, okay, maybe it is bothering me a little. Like I want you to be jealous or something."
"Why should I be jealous? You fucking someone outside of work?"
"No!"
Another shrug. "Look, the way I figure it… it's like acting, right?" Heh. Like acting. Except it wasn't really acting, it was fucking on camera, which required a lot less effort and a lot more lube. And was a lot less dignified or respected.
Calvin was looking at him like he wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"If you date an actor, sooner or later they're going to start kissing one of their co-stars. 'cause that's going to be what the script says they have to do. Maybe sex. Or whatever it is they do instead of sex. And, you can either figure it's going to happen, be cool with it, or you can start a lot of shit and make a lot of problems. I figure, why start shit."
Calvin was staring at him. Everyone in the room was staring at him. Or, no. That was just his imagination. There was something weak in the other man's eyes. Something that had been yelled at and fought with for doing what he did. Something that didn't want to be making cheap porn parodies of big-screen movies, standing in for some big-name actor with a real life and real money and a real home to go to.
Chase kind of understood. He was pretty much a cheap knock-off, himself. Assembled without care or love in some warehouse to be sold on the street. Not the real thing. Not hardly.
"So," he stabbed his fork into a piece of chicken. "I guess the question now is, what are we going to do?"
"Huh?"
"You and me."
"Oh." Cal looked down at his food again.
"I mean… we had sex. It was good, yeah."
Here was the kill.
"But is that really any basis to start a relationship?"
He got a small shrug and Calvin looking his age for once. Also looking off at the opposite wall. "I didn't expect you to call me. I mean, yeah, I left the card but I didn't expect you to call me. I figured it was just a one-off thing."
"Okay, well, I did call you. So how about we start this as a series of one-off things and see where it goes from there? I mean, you don't really seem all that comfortable with the idea of dating."
"I'm fine, no, I'm okay…" But Calvin's look as his head jerked back towards Chase was more relieved than okay. He looked old, tired. He looked worried and scared, he looked like all it would take would be one little push to break him. "I just…"
"Just what?" Gentle. Careful.
"I don't know."
Chase smiled. Reached over to cover his forearm with his hand, not the hand, not yet. Hand was too intimate. Forearm was okay. "Just take it as it comes, one day at a time. Figure it out as we go along. Okay?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "Okay."
"Okay."
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Chase
Word Count: 2,454 (4,607 total)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chase dabbles in a pornography career.
A/N: I have no idea where I'm going with this. This is what I get for watching History of Porn while writing Chase Collins fanfic.
"Hey, you wanna meet?"
"Sure. When do you get off work?"
"We wrap about six today, I think. Might run a little late, but you wanna catch dinner around seven?"
Chase smiled into the mirror. "Seven sounds great."
He was still sore from last night. Spent twenty minutes in the shower, just stretching under the hot water and working out aching muscles, ignoring the ache he didn't know how to do anything about. His hands slid through the soap and over his chest, shoulders, arms. Down his thighs. His chest moved slow, everything very controlled. For a second he was eighteen again, felt like it, no arthritis and no muscle fatigue, no mental deterioration.
There was a part of him that sometimes speculated, late at night when he couldn't sleep and occupied himself watching the clock tick down, that maybe it wasn't premature senility. That maybe the mental acuity issues were just because he was bugfuck insane.
Not now.
He rinsed off, turned off, got dressed. Something nice. Button down white shirt, no tie. Slacks. No sweater but a shirt overtop, something like what he would have worn at Spenser if they'd had a dress code instead of a uniform. Something classy. He wasn't sure what kind of people they had at this studio where Calvin worked, but he looked good in class. And he knew how to take advantage of that. There were people there who had an eye towards what looked good. And it would make the guy drool.
Sad, really, that he wasn't interested in making Calvin drool the way Calvin thought he was. It wasn't about attraction, interested or romance. It never had been. It was all about control, and even if Chase couldn't control himself he could manage it over someone else. Other people were easy. Push this button. Leave that one alone. Wait for the right time and then say the right words, it had come natural to him. Like breathing. Like killing.
He popped a couple of aspirin for the pain and looked into the mirror. Take a good long look at yourself. It wasn't for vanity, it wasn't for self-contemplation or to make a point. Some days he just had to remind himself who he was. Chase Collins. Chase of the Covenant. Heir to a legacy of power beyond most people's wildest dreams, power that didn't have anything to do with the wealth that allowed him a dilettante's lifestyle. Power that didn't have anything to do with his ability to pull people's strings.
Power that was burning him up from the inside, but, god it felt good to use. He was breathing and hard already with wanting to do it. Just thinking about it. First the trickle, then the flood. His hand squirmed, fingers curling into a fist.
Not. Now.
He pushed his hands and some gel through his hair and headed out. Was actually singing along to the radio, tapping his hands on the wheel as he drove over to the address he'd picked up off the web for the studio. It was four o'clock. Way too early for them to be done yet, but he was always curious. About some things. About almost anything. Right now he was curious to see the look on Calvin's face when he walked up. And he just wished he had a camera.
The set was busy when he walked up. Busier than he thought it would be, although he wasn't sure what he'd thought he would run into until he was on set and looking around. Power had gotten him in. Power got him in most places.
No one even thought to question his presence on the set, although it helped that he stayed out of the way and didn't ask questions. Cal was standing around in a robe waiting for his turn, two other guys and a girl standing with him. His co-stars? One of the guys probably was, it looked like that kind of set. The other two, he wasn't sure about.
There was a man shouting directions and moving people around and it all started to blur together in Chase's head. Too hot. The set was far too hot, and then there was a lot of naked flesh all at once. He crouched down against the wall to watch the shoot.
Robes parted, girl and boy sank to their knees and went about it with an exhausted lack of passion that simulated passion when their slobbering mouths made the effort and pulled it out of the two men's faces. They looked like they really had been in the middle of it when they took up their positions again, and the room went silent for the cameras rolling. Moans and groans that sounded familiar from the other night. Chase found the whole thing detachedly erotic, as though his cock belonged to someone else and the sensation of stiffening was more like numbness. He planted his elbows above his knees and his chin in his hands.
They stopped two more times before Calvin sprayed all over a carpet obviously designed to show the stains. At least once. Chase thought he wouldn't have liked a camera that close. He wondered if Cal had sprayed it, too.
He wondered what it would like to have someone come all over his face.
About then they noticed him, while the guys were cleaning up and the grips or whatever they were called were cleaning up after them. Someone official looking pointed and said he wasn't supposed to be there. Chase smiled.
"I just was meeting …" He nodded at Calvin, not sure if he should be calling him by name or not. "You know, for dinner. I figured I'd stop by early." Another smile, for Calvin this time. The shy and sly smile that apologized for coming around out of time but at the same time intimated that he should be happy to be surprised.
Instead of mortified, which he looked like. Chase would have to have that talk with him later. How doing pornography was nothing to be ashamed of, it was a living, and a pretty good one from what he heard. Gay porn paid better than straight porn, there were regulations about health and safety. Nothing wrong with it from Chase's point of view.
To be left out of the argument: the fact that Chase had the emotional capacity of a turnip and viewed sex as physical pleasure or a means of control or both. The fact that Chase had picked him up and taken him home because he was curious to experience what he had done to another boy, a boy whose name he had almost cried out at the most inopportune moment. The fact that Chase could barely remember his name and the fact that that had nothing to do with very early onset Alzheimer's.
"You okay with this?" The director, producer. Set security, someone looked over at Calvin with an expression that suggested Chase would be thrown out of the building at the slightest nod. From anyone.
"Sure…" Cal still looked like he didn't know what to expect from Chase anymore. Like he didn't know what to say. "Yeah, it's cool. Hey, just. You know…"
"I won't get in anyone's way. Promise."
Cal smiled. Chase smiled, that easy grin that was one of the best and most requested pieces of his performance. He could see the other man relaxing when he saw it. Stupid bastard.
He went back to his corner and watched the rest of the day's filming. Even a normal, sane person wouldn't have found anything sexy about making pornography. Like any other kind of film, they had to do scenes over and over again to compensate for mistakes or just to get a better angle. That much sex meant people had to be athletic, Chase noted. It couldn't be easy to keep up those motions or hold that position. It also looked like it would rub you raw if you weren't careful.
Cal bore it up with something that was either stoicism or deadened indifference, Chase wasn't sure which but he was kind of curious now. He wouldn't have been able to take it that long. Or, you never knew. Maybe he would. The idea was getting him hard.
They wrapped up the scene they were shooting. It looked like some kind of paramilitary or secret government organization spy flick. At least, the backdrop for the whole thing was very Jack Ryan and the guy fucking his date was all muscled up. Like a soldier. Good boy, Chase thought, and giggled.
"Ready to head out?" He looked nervous. Almost scared, Chase would have said, except guys didn't get scared about things like this. Or maybe they did, but they didn't admit it. That's okay. He wasn't going to force Calvin to admit it. Unless he wanted to.
"Sure." Chase smiled. "Let's go."
It was a nice restaurant, if you were on a budget. Chase had let him pick. Something traditionally romantic, Italian, names that Chase didn't bother trying to pronounce and dishes that he couldn't taste. He wasn't sure if they knew Cal by name or if they just recognized him from coming in sort of often. The food was all right. It wasn't a place Chase Collins would come back to more than once or twice. But Chase Collins wasn't on a budget. Just Chase, he was.
He watched the other man twirl his pasta around and around on his fork into mounds bigger than anyone could fit in their mouth. Unless you'd had practice fitting large things into your mouth. And that made Chase have to cough into his drink before he laughed and was asked why. Wouldn't have been a good idea to say, but the thought of a three, four inch cock thrusting down Calvin's mouth was hilarious.
"It's not really my scene," Cal burst out finally, lying with such a lack of skill that Chase felt it was almost a kindness not to point out that everyone on the set knew him by name, had been very familiar.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I mean, I got a couple auditions coming up. Callbacks, good parts, too. A commercial. There's an instructional video they're looking at me for…"
Chase didn't buy it, shrugging. "I hear porn pays pretty well."
Calvin's turn to choke on his pasta. He looked over at Chase with eyes that were wide and shocked and made Chase want to burst into locker-room plainsong. Aww. Is the widdle baby gonna cry? Cry, baby, cry. He didn't. Just smiled.
"Hey, it's okay. I mean, someone's gotta do it, right? There's a huge demand. Pays pretty well, or at least that's what I hear. I mean, if it's safe, and if you know they're not going to ask for your soul and your first born kid or something, if you know they're not gonna pimp you out," Although I might. "I guess… I don't know. Why not."
He poked some at his dinner, twirled the noodles around the fork. Took a big ol' bite.
"You don't have a problem with it?" Guarded, confused. Expecting Chase to lash out at him at any minute. Chase shrugged.
"When you said company policy, I kind of figured you didn't mean the office. It's cool. I mean, I'm cool with it."
"You sure?"
Chase smiled, half-tilting his head to one side. "You sound like you don't want me to be okay with it. What, should I yell and scream at you, start throwing dishes around or something?"
"No. I just… why are you so okay with this? It's … yeah, okay, maybe it is bothering me a little. Like I want you to be jealous or something."
"Why should I be jealous? You fucking someone outside of work?"
"No!"
Another shrug. "Look, the way I figure it… it's like acting, right?" Heh. Like acting. Except it wasn't really acting, it was fucking on camera, which required a lot less effort and a lot more lube. And was a lot less dignified or respected.
Calvin was looking at him like he wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"If you date an actor, sooner or later they're going to start kissing one of their co-stars. 'cause that's going to be what the script says they have to do. Maybe sex. Or whatever it is they do instead of sex. And, you can either figure it's going to happen, be cool with it, or you can start a lot of shit and make a lot of problems. I figure, why start shit."
Calvin was staring at him. Everyone in the room was staring at him. Or, no. That was just his imagination. There was something weak in the other man's eyes. Something that had been yelled at and fought with for doing what he did. Something that didn't want to be making cheap porn parodies of big-screen movies, standing in for some big-name actor with a real life and real money and a real home to go to.
Chase kind of understood. He was pretty much a cheap knock-off, himself. Assembled without care or love in some warehouse to be sold on the street. Not the real thing. Not hardly.
"So," he stabbed his fork into a piece of chicken. "I guess the question now is, what are we going to do?"
"Huh?"
"You and me."
"Oh." Cal looked down at his food again.
"I mean… we had sex. It was good, yeah."
Here was the kill.
"But is that really any basis to start a relationship?"
He got a small shrug and Calvin looking his age for once. Also looking off at the opposite wall. "I didn't expect you to call me. I mean, yeah, I left the card but I didn't expect you to call me. I figured it was just a one-off thing."
"Okay, well, I did call you. So how about we start this as a series of one-off things and see where it goes from there? I mean, you don't really seem all that comfortable with the idea of dating."
"I'm fine, no, I'm okay…" But Calvin's look as his head jerked back towards Chase was more relieved than okay. He looked old, tired. He looked worried and scared, he looked like all it would take would be one little push to break him. "I just…"
"Just what?" Gentle. Careful.
"I don't know."
Chase smiled. Reached over to cover his forearm with his hand, not the hand, not yet. Hand was too intimate. Forearm was okay. "Just take it as it comes, one day at a time. Figure it out as we go along. Okay?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "Okay."
"Okay."