Chapter 21.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 21.2 (NSFW)
Xiao-Deng shot a glance along Wu Rong's line of vision. ”He's always present for these kinds of scenes, since the director wants him to make a study of them.”
”F***!” Wu Rong abhorred the idea. ”No way in h.e.l.l is it okay to have someone studying these scenes!”
Amused by his outrage, Xiao-Deng a.s.sured him, ”This scene isn't too bad, Ge - more lines than action.”
”You've been here watching them build the set since yesterday?”
”Zhun-ge gave me a day off so that I could come watch and learn.” Xiao-Deng used to be a design major and had always wanted to make the switch to scenic design. His response reminded Wu Rong of something. ”Zhun-er is way too nice,” he spat in a bitter tone, ”that's why he gets f***ing bullied all the time!”
Meanwhile, Zhang Zhun - with only a towel wrapped around his waist - stood listening as the director a.n.a.lyzed the upcoming scene for him. Jabbing at the script, Chen Cheng-Sen said, ”This scene takes place quite a while after Gao Zhun and Fang Chi have separated. He's already slept with a number of men, so I want you to be wild and flirty. Get into the role of a s.e.x addict - put on your seductive and coquettish wiles.”
Zhang Zhun kept nodding. When he caught sight of Wu Rong, the corners of his lips tightened in embarra.s.sment. His reaction upset Wu Rong a little. He strode up to them in a careless manner. After exchanging a couple of greetings in jest with the director, he turned to look at Zhang Zhun. ”Buddy,” he said, ”I'm counting on you later on. I'll follow your lead for this one.”
At this, Zhang Zhun finally broke into a smile - a heartfelt smile filled with relief and genuine sweetness. There was no way he would ever leave his senior in the lurch. When they were in bed at last, stark naked, and locked face to face in each other's arms, Zhang Zhun gave him one last rea.s.surance, ”Just focus on delivering your lines. Leave everything else to me.”
”Action!” the director called out.
The camera was close, but the two were even closer to each other. Together, they reclined lazily against the head of the bed, exchanging careless kisses now and then as they fondled each other's chests. ”This is f***ing beyond my dreams,” Wu Rong muttered, rubbing one of Zhang Zhun's nipples between his fingers, ”someone like you, shacking up with me in this rundown place, letting me into your bed…” His kneading touch became almost devout. ”Just thinking about it is enough to make me c.u.m.”
Zhang Zhun's hair fell about his face, and his entire being was suffused with a delicate sweetness. He seemed pleased by the other man's obsessive devotion, and broke into a tantalizing smile with a flash of his teeth. ”You just want to talk? Or do you wanna f***?” They were so close; he lifted a leg onto Wu Rong's shoulder with ease and began rocking the limb lewdly. ”I'm already wet enough…”
According to the script, Wu Rong was supposed to tilt his head to the side and plant a kiss on the ankle moving on his shoulder. At the same time, his hand ought to be traveling up the length of Zhang Zhun's leg: along his calf, over his knee, across the flesh on his thigh and b.u.t.t, until it reached the open crack of his a.s.s. But Wu Rong, transfixed by the sight before him, found it near-impossible to tear his eyes away. When he felt Zhang Zhun pinching his abs, he turned his head at last - only to meet Chen Hsin's scrutinizing gaze before he could even lay his lips on Zhang Zhun's skin. He immediately felt the sting of a guilty conscience. When he turned back to face Zhang Zhun once more, he was no longer his usual self, and his performance began to go awry.
Although Wu Rong moved his hand according to the stage directions, Zhang Zhun sensed the nervous trembling in his touch. Trying to make up for his senior's lackl.u.s.ter acting, Zhang Zhun began flexing his waist in earnest, putting on an elaborate display of pleasure to keep the scene going. But Wu Rong continued to blunder - he forgot the line that he was supposed to deliver as his hand slipped into Zhang Zhun's a.s.s crack: ”I want you to suck me off.” Seated behind the screen, Chen Cheng-Sen shook his head and signaled with a wave of his arm for the cameramen to stop filming. Intending to treat this as a run-through, however, he did not give any verbal order to cut the take.
Unaware of the director's decision, Zhang Zhun carried on with the act. He peered up at Wu Rong, his gaze seductive and alluring. Then, still locking gazes with the other man, he began slipping down Wu Rong's body with slow, deliberate movements. Propping his hands on the wooden bedstead, Wu Rong followed Zhang Zhun's every action with rapt attention. None of the audience could see the mix of fear and fascination on his face right now as he watched Zhang Zhun slide further and further down the bed. Like a young fool, he shuddered helplessly every time Zhang Zhun's lips brushed against the flesh on his ribs.
When he reached Wu Rong's crotch, Zhang Zhun stuck out the pink tip of his tongue and began licking like a cat. Although he was only lapping at a small patch of skin in the dip of the other man's groin, Wu Rong reacted strongly to the touch. Unaware of his own actions, he tightened his grip and pressed down hard on the wooden bedstead; the wooden frame sank by an inch with a m.u.f.fled thud. Sinking his fingers into Zhang Zhun's hair, Wu Rong delivered his line in a mechanical voice, ”What would you like to have for lunch?”