Chapter 5.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Drogan
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 5.2 (NSFW)
No one said anything after that; everyone got to work with quiet efficiency. The crew started setting up the lights and filming equipment while Chen Hsin and Zhang Zhun returned to the large and familiar bed. Seated side by side, they began stripping in silence, tossing their clothes in a heap by the head of the bed until they were down to their underwear. Then, just as they had practiced countless times, Zhang Zhun lay down in bed before Chen Hsin lowered himself onto him. After looking into each other's eyes briefly, they locked their lips and tongues together in a kiss.
For reasons that he did not understand - perhaps he was shaken by his close-up view of Chen Hsin's discolored face, or perhaps he was still haunted by the lingering influence of their earlier l.u.s.t-crazed practice - Zhang Zhun completely lost himself in the kiss. He clung to Chen Hsin like a wave, pressing his entire body flush against the body above him, desperately undulating in time to Chen Hsin's movements. From time to time, low, guttural moans trickled from his willing lips. Spit dripped down his neck along his delicate jaw, and his long lashes shuddered against Chen Hsin's face.
Turning to the director, a.s.sistant director Zhou whispered approvingly, ”This is much better than last time. Zhang Zhun seems to have really gotten into the mood.”
Others, however, were less discreet with their commentary. The two crew members, seeing Chen Hsin and Zhang Zhun in action for the first time, watched on in amazement while holding up the microphones from the sides. From time to time, their crude remarks could be heard clearly by everyone in the room, ”d.a.m.n, he's wild in the sheets!”
Embarra.s.sed by their words, Zhang Zhun turned shyly from the lights and buried his face against the bedding. Senses keenly attuned to Zhang Zhun's every move, Chen Hsin swooped down instantly and was about to scoop him out of the shadows like a handful of water when Chen Cheng-Sen shattered the moment by slamming his hand hard on the table and yelling at the crew members. ”What's all the chatter for? Don't you see how your c.r.a.p is affecting the actors? Cut!”
Chen Hsin and Zhang Zhun stopped immediately on cue. They pulled away in confusion, chests heaving with effort as they panted for breath, a shared sense of unsated craving roiling in their guts. Chen Cheng-Sen, on the other hand, continued his a.s.sault on the crew members, who lowered their heads weakly under his admonishment. After sufficiently venting his anger, he finally turned his attention back to the two figures on the bed, sitting awkwardly in embarra.s.sment with their eyes carefully averted from each other. ”That was pretty good,” he said. ”We'll try another shot. This time, I want Zhang Zhun to take the lead.”
Zhang Zhun was stunned by the demand. He had never been proactive in his practices with Chen Hsin, nor did he have the slightest courage to take the initiative in pleasuring another man before the camera. Inexplicably, perhaps overwhelmed with panic, he looked to Chen Hsin in bewildered helplessness. Chen Hsin spoke up for him immediately, ”Director, Fang Chi is the one in control throughout the film while Gao Zhun's role is clearly pa.s.sive. I think…”
”Are you the director, or am I?” Chen Cheng-Sen tapped his knuckles against the table emphatically. ”Gao Zhun is the one who develops a one-sided dependency on Fang Chi in the first place, and he's also the one who seduces Fang Chi first. I call the shots here. You do as I say!”
But Chen Hsin knew exactly what Chen Cheng-Sen was up to. They were close outside of work, and Chen Hsin was certain that the other man was leveraging his directorial power to help him get even with Zhang Zhun for hitting him. ”I don't think that really counts as seduction, Director. It's just…”
Feeling snubbed for his efforts, Chen Cheng-Sen's temper flared. ”Aren't you getting carried away? That's Zhang Zhun on the bed, not Gao Zhun! Don't go too deep into the act, Chen-laos.h.i.+!”
The outburst caught Chen Hsin by surprise. Chen Cheng-Sen's accusation seemed somewhat unfair; was it not natural to care for someone after living together for as many days as they did, especially given the physical intimacy they shared all this time? He ran his fingers through his hair and nodded in acknowledgment before sitting down on the bed again. ”Alright, ready when you are.”
Hesitantly, Zhang Zhun came up to him, unsure of how to begin. In response, Chen Hsin folded his legs into a cross-legged position and pulled Zhang Zhun into his lap. As Zhang Zhun lowered himself to straddle Chen Hsin, Chen Hsin called out for a cus.h.i.+on. Immediately, a crew member picked one up from the couch and tossed it over. After placing it between their crotches, Chen Hsin laid a hand rea.s.suringly on Zhang Zhun's waist and combed his other hand through Zhang Zhun's hair. ”Take it easy. Things will be fine. Just pretend you're with your girl.”
As Chen Hsin pulled back Zhang Zhun's hair, his fine features came into view: a lovely forehead, a pair of handsome eyebrows, and watery eyes that lingered gently over the injury on Chen Hsin's face.
”Action!”
At the sound of the director's voice, Zhang Zhun lowered his head. In the soft light s.h.i.+ning through the curtains, his neck formed that beautiful arch again as he dropped a kiss slowly and lightly on the purpled bruise. On the other hand, mistakenly a.s.suming that Zhang Zhun would start off more aggressively, Chen Hsin rocked his hips upwards in vain. Somewhat mortified by his erroneous judgment, he remarked self-deprecatingly with a rueful grin, ”Looks like we're not properly synced yet.”