Chapter 11.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 11.2 (NSFW)
Chen Hsin and Zhang Zhun were still entwined in bed. Cries of pleasure continued to pour freely from his headphones. The camera and mics stood untouched; no one had moved since he left the room - no one dared to. As the director, Chen Cheng-Sen knew he had to do something about the situation. Just as he was about to give everyone a good scolding, however, Chen Hsin snapped his head around and bellowed, ”Out! All of you! Get out now!”
All eyes turned towards Chen Cheng-Sen. His eyes widened as he forced himself to rein in his emotions and wave everyone out of the room. After walking in a couple of circles to recover from Chen Hsin's figurative slap to his face, he finally came back at the other man with a response: ”Hold your horses, bro. There's more to come!”
True to his words, Chen Cheng-Sen was already waiting with a fortified dining table and a predatory camera when Chen Hsin and Zhang Zhun came out with towels around their waists. Pointing to the clean table-top, he ordered, ”Zhang Zhun, get up there.”
Chen Hsin felt his last shred of patience snap at the director's words. ”You're going too far, whats-your-face!”1
No one had ever dared to speak to the director with such disrespect. Seeing how close Chen Cheng-Sen was to blowing up, Zhang Zhun pulled at Chen Hsin in a hurry. Then, with a calmness that bordered on numb indifference, he tugged his towel off and climbed onto the table. Chen Cheng-Sen sank into his seat behind the monitor and jibed, ”Give it to him hard, Chen-laos.h.i.+.”
Messing up his hair with a hand, Chen Hsin got into position between Zhang Zhun's legs with an air of dejection. Truth be told, acting in s.e.x scenes like these truly sickened him to the core. Things could only be much worse for Zhang Zhun. Yet, once again, he spread his legs without complaint to welcome Chen Hsin's rock-hard member. The moment Chen Hsin began thrusting, he clenched his thighs shamelessly against Chen Hsin's sides and wrapped his legs around his waist.
The equipment lights came on and the actors began another long, drawn-out round of almost mechanical movements. Beneath their writhing bodies, the table creaked in an unstoppable frenzy like an insatiable fool. By now, Chen Hsin was familiar with every one of Zhang Zhun's responses. He knew how to read for signs of pleasure in the slight furrow on Zhang Zhun's brow, the flush across his collarbone, and the repressed moan deep in his throat. But now, it was clear that something had gone wrong: his creased brow was touched by agony, and the corner of his bitten lips was laced with quiet suffering. Chen Hsin looked down at the spot where he had been grinding with all his might, and saw the redness across Zhang Zhun's flesh: he had rubbed Zhang Zhun raw and broken the tender skin on his privates.
”F***!” He stopped his movements and glowered at the camera with heartfelt rage. ”I quit!”
The air stilled in the room. Zhou Zheng was the first to react. As he tried to play the mediator between Chen Hsin and the director, Chen Cheng-Sen sneered. He ignored Chen Hsin and directed a single question at Zhang Zhun instead, ”Can you continue?”
Chen Hsin felt the vein in his temple begin to pulse from the strain of his fury. ”Chen Cheng-Sen! Stop being such a bully!”
Chen Cheng-Sen paid him no mind at all. ”Zhang Zhun, can you do it or not? Get onto the couch if you can! Get off my set if you can't!”
There was absolute silence in the room now as all eyes fell on Zhang Zhun. They watched as Zhang Zhun slipped off the table, covering his crotch, and sat down wordlessly on the orange couch at the side. Against the bright blue walls, his face took on an unusual vitality - wistful and lonely in its loveliness.
Chen Cheng-Sen was extremely pleased. ”Get ready, everyone.”
But Chen Hsin remained rooted to his spot, as if blaming Zhang Zhun for being such a pushover. ”I'm starving and all out of strength. Whoever's up for it can take my place instead.”
Just as he was about turn and leave, however, a voice called out to him. It spoke in soft, deep tones, and called him by his name - not 'Chen-laos.h.i.+', but 'Chen Hsin'.
Chen Hsin closed his eyes at the sound; it had been too long since Zhang Zhun last called his name. He turned back immediately, not forgetting to shoot a warning glare at Chen Cheng-Sen in the process. ”Make it quick. Don't hold up my meal for too long!”
When he sank onto the couch beside Zhang Zhun, Chen Hsin could barely suppress the smile on his face. With his lips twitching in an awkward manner like a fool, he hugged Zhang Zhun face to face and lifted the other man onto his lap. Out of consideration for Zhang Zhun, he was careful to leave a slight gap of about an inch between their bodies, but Chen Cheng-Sen caught it on the monitor. ”Tighter, Chen-laos.h.i.+. The position's off.”
”You okay?” Chen Hsin asked against Zhang Zhun's ear.