Ryden Oneshots

Remember The C Shot

Title: Remember the C Shot
Author: arctic_grey
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryden
POV: 3rd, Brendon’s
Summary: Brendon occasionally participates in porn movies for the money. In his biggest production yet, Brendon’s co-actor is Ryan Ross. Ladies and gentlemen, that is the entire plot.
Beta: spazzyskittles <33 *humps*
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened. 100% inspired by gay porn.
Author Notes: I don’t know what’s wrong with me. :(

Brendon wasn’t nervous, not exactly. He had done this before; there were no moral conflicts or wars inside his head that would have explained the butterflies in his stomach. As he walked to the door of the nice-looking house in the well-off neighbourhood, he was nervous because this was going to be bigger than anything he had done before.

It was a sunny day, and Brendon looked over the fence to the neighbour’s side where kids were playing. Their mother was there too, and she smiled at Brendon, waving her hand. She probably thought it was Brendon’s house. Well, it wasn’t his, it was the director’s house from what he had been told. He waved back nonetheless because he was just like any other guy.

Just like anyone else. Yep. Sure he was. If Brendon chose to ignore the fact that he had spent his Saturday morning shaving his balls.

But he was sure that even guys who didn’t spend their weekends making porn movies shaved their balls and trimmed their pubic hair and reached behind themselves, one hand spreading ass cheeks, the other swiping the razor across the skin. Sure they did…

He wasn’t a porn star. No, not a star. It was more along the lines of having been a part of a few minor productions, most of them in scenes where he had a minor role, and the scenes always had been just short ones in longer productions. This time, though, he was the main object of the whole damn thing, apparently fifty minutes in length. He was playing “the blushing virgin” and was going to be “seduced” by some guy he had never met.

Just like any normal weekend. Yep. Definitely.

Brendon knocked on the door and stood around idly, trying to act normal and casual. He wasn’t nervous or embarrassed, but he felt a little bit out of his league. The door opened, and he was greeted with a bitchy face unlike any other.

“You must be Brendon,” the guy said, pulling him inside.

“Yeah, um –”

“Spencer. I do the makeup, lighting, sets, basically everything except the actual filming,” the man said, leading Brendon further inside. The house was decorated nicely; Brendon had a feeling it was someone’s parents’ house and that the owners were gone for the weekend and the irresponsible twenty-something offspring who still lived at home had hijacked it for the making of a little gay porn movie. Brendon had done these things in worse places.

“We’re all here now!” Spencer called out, leading Brendon into the living room where three other men were laughing and talking.

It was a good atmosphere, Brendon instantly noticed: relaxed, but professional. Unlike what some might think, making porn had no room for embarrassment or giggling or shyness. They all knew what they were there for, no one was going to freak out or go, “Whoa, you’re gonna put your what in what?” Tongue in mouth. Cock in mouth. Tongue in ass. Cock in ass. Simple science, really.

“Pleased to meet you,” one of the men said, standing up and shaking Brendon’s hand. “I’m Jon, the director. We talked on the phone.”

“Yeah, Jon, hi,” Brendon smiled, checking out the two other guys.

“This is Tom, second camera guy. He’s gonna do all the close-ups,” Jon explained, motioning at the blond guy. Yeah, close ups. Close ups of the dick sliding into the ass, close ups of sucking cock and having someone’s load spurting on Brendon’s face. He had done it all before. “Tom’s the one who found you, spotted you in Well Hung 3.”