Ace of Hearts

Ace of Hearts By Feral Sephrian Randy gave Aaron a playful shove, knocking the younger man back onto the bed. “So, are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?” Aaron bit his lip. “You know how much I like a challenge.” “The hard way it is then.” Randy climbed on top of Aaron, pinning his wrists against the mattress. “And believe me, it’s gonna be hard.” He lowered himself to press his mouth to Aaron’s, plunging his tongue past the juicy lips. Aaron moaned loudly and his fingers clenched and relaxed as Randy rubbed the bulge in his pants into Aaron’s groin. “Cut!” Martin exclaimed. “Alright, that was better, but Aaron, that was more of a groan than a moan. We might have to use the audio from the one we shot earlier.” Aaron wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You would groan too if you had the same tongue rammed in your mouth six times.” He shot his co-star a glare. “You need a mint.” “Well, sorry if my mouth isn’t as fresh as when we started.” Randy hopped off the bed and went back to his starting mark. “So are we doing the scene again?” Martin sighed. “No, I think we’ve gotten all the angles we needed for that part. Right, Blake?” “Hm?” Blake blinked and looked up from the playback monitor. He pushed his sweep of brown bangs off his forehead. “From an aesthetic standpoint, that last one was great. Thanks for moving your elbow back further, Randy. We can see Aaron’s face much better from that angle. We’re ready to move on to the actual stripping if you guys are.” He turned to one of his crew members. “Can we get some fill light so their c***s aren’t in shadow?” “Hold on,” Aaron said. “I need some prep time.” He reached down his pants and gave himself a few shakes. “I think my junk has fallen asleep from being sat on so often.” “Need help?” Randy offered earnestly. Despite their occasional bitching, Randy and Aaron did like working together. Blake liked working with them too, since they listened to his directions and knew exactly how to open themselves to the camera while still being focused on the action. Aaron unzipped his jeans. “If you want to. That is, if you’re not tired of my c**k already.” Martin laughed. “If anyone in this room ever grew tired of c**k, we’d be in trouble.” Blake chuckled too, although more politely than anything. He liked c**k fine, at least from an artistic standpoint. When he had to work on lesbian or hetero porn sets he was never quite satisfied with how the light hit the female stars. However, being asexual, sometimes he preferred focusing on the actors’ facial expressions or hands or even just the motion of their bodies because to him that was just as important as their s****l equipment. Martin, the director, told everyone to take five while Randy and Aaron worked each other up for their close-up shots. Blake took the opportunity to look over the footage again to make sure they had enough for a composite. He was the Director of Photography for Wild Card Studios. He liked his job, and his bosses liked him. While it wasn’t something Blake told people about unless directly asked, he had always had a fascination with the male body, and this was the best way he knew to express it. “How is our DP this evening?” Martin asked. “We’re not shooting any doub—oh, you mean me.” They both laughed. Blake tilted the screen towards Martin. “Still can’t decide which is the better angle, Camera A or Camera C.” Blake showed him the playback from both. “With Camera C, you can see all of Aaron, especially that ‘f**k me’ face he has going on, and you get a better view of him being shoved onto the bed, but Randy’s back is to the camera during his line. With Camera A, you can see both of their faces, although the full effect of Aaron’s ‘f**k me’ face is a bit lost.” Martin clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll make it look great. Don’t know what we’re going to do without you next week.” Blake sighed. “Believe me, if I didn’t have to go, I wouldn’t. But, of course, when your favorite cousin asks you to be best man…” “You can’t say ‘no,’ I get it. And I know how much your cousin means to you. But do you have to stay for the class reunion?” As much as Blake wanted the answer to be ‘no,’ he knew he couldn’t back out of it. He had agreed to be Travis’s best man months before his classmates had scheduled their ten-year reunion, but the fact that the two events were back-to-back on the same weekend made it difficult to decline the latter invitation with the excuse of not having time or not being in town. On top of that, he had personal reasons for needing to be there, if only for a little while. “You can always Skype me if Zayne gets overwhelmed.” “Who even has a high school reunion in June?” Blake held up three fingers and put each down as he listed off, “Rich class president, wedding season, backyard pool.” He rolled his eyes. “Travis and Julie aren’t the only ones getting married. Half my class is in town for someone’s wedding.” Martin nodded. “Let me guess, one of the only reasons your class president got to be class president is because of their house and pool?” “Yyyep. Inherited the house when his parents retired and moved to Florida. If he didn’t still live there, we would be having this during homecoming season like everyone else.” “Well, best of luck, kid. I take it that they uh, don’t know what you do for a living?” Blake shook his head. “Not that they ask, but when they do I just tell them I’m a massage therapist.” It was a hobby of his, sort of. Another benefit of being asexual was that he saw the human body as just a body, and while some were more attractive and cuddly than others, his only concern was making the other person feel good. Some of the actors would come to him after rough days to work out sprains or pulled muscles or sore spots and get away from the constant s****l attention. Blake was more than happy to help. Martin nodded and shrugged. “You’d be good at it. If you ever get tired of c**k and p***y, I think it’d be a good career for you.” “Does that mean you’ll write my letter of recommendation?” “What? You think I’d let you go? s**t. I can barely wrap my head around you being gone for a week. You better wait until I either retire or expire, ‘cause I don’t want to have to find your replacement. You’ve spoiled me, kid.” “Call it ‘job security,’” Blake said with a wink. “Make yourself too difficult to replace and they’ll never fire you.” Martin laughed. “See, this is why I like you. You’re alright, Blake.” Randy and Aaron were starting to get a bit carried away with their scene prep, hands down each other’s pants and panting heavily into each other’s shoulders. Martin told them to break it up and save it for when the cameras were rolling. Blake put aside his personal grievances and went back to work. He would rather watch two guys f**k each other raw all afternoon than spend five minutes with his classmates anyway. He sighed, settled into his seat, and told himself it would all be fine.