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“Not everyday a dude I hire off Grindr actually shows up. Gone are the days of agencies and decency, huh?”
“You’re one of the first directors I’ve spoken to that gives a damn about anything but cock size. Does it matter where the dick comes from? All you really need from me is a clean test. The lady taking it is the real subject.”
“Lady? You sure you read my messages clearly, son? ‘S a fuckin’ fag shoot. That’s all I do.”
“Christ. You really are old school. I got that part. It's a habit. I can work with men all the same.”
Dirk was going to bash his head in if he had to listen to these two go on for another hour. This was like any other shoot for him. He was mostly around to play the part of ‘tripod’, since he had failed to secure any other employment for summer break. D wasn’t hurting for cash, but made every excuse to ‘cut costs’ where he could. And this year’s budget sacrifice had been their last camera operator, some prick that always smelled like smoke.
Still, Dirk missed the poor bastard, especially since he was the one angling a lens at some dude’s pole. D was well known for his impressive quality to quantity ratio, and maintaining that relevance meant consistent, frequent output. It had been two months, and Dirk had stopped counting at the twentieth shoot. The work was monotonous, and the array of twinks that came in and out of their ‘studio’ were one blurred mosaic of a memory.
Today was reserved for a ‘special shoot’. In D’s words, swinging for a new demographic, reaching beyond two emos frotting in a bed. Though, D had also been teasing Dirk about what a ‘surprise’ this new focal point would be- so it was better to put it out of his mind entirely than let the anticipation eat him alive. D was great at surprises, if ‘great’ was substituted for ‘an absolute fucking sociopath’.
One of the talents had shown up to set early, and ‘Jake’ was already a stark change from their usual visitor. The man was at least 6’4”, only slightly taller than Dirk’s 5’11”. Jake was older, not a grey hair in sight, but clearly past his twenties. The man’s mustache and glasses screamed ‘manly man’, and Dirk couldn’t help but bristle. He could already tell this guy would look down on him. Dirk’s blond body hair could be mistaken for bare, smooth skin. He had built some muscle, sure, but facial hair was a hard fucking no from the gods. Jake’s tawny skin and dark hair were a far cry from Dirk’s pale, scrawny ass.
Not to mention the dude’s hairy fucking pecs. Now Dirk felt like a fucking pervert, since Jake had shown up fully clothed. To be fair, one of his job responsibilities was glancing over each ‘application’. But now he was picturing Jake topless, not to mention it was a spot on depiction.
Dirk stared down at his desk towards the back of the room, the set they were filming on a few yards away. The desk felt a bit patronizing, like he was a ‘secretary’ for his brother, but the pay was too fucking decent to risk.
“He wouldn’t be sitting at that desk back there, would he?” Dirk snapped back to attention as he heard his older brother chuckle. “Nah. Just the camera man. He’s not fond of being…acknowleged. Might not be used to the gay sex of it all.” D snorted dismissively, and the two made direct eye contact from behind their respective shades.
“I don’t care about seeing poles in holes. Just doesn’t do anything for me.” Dirk broke his silence, instantly regretting it as ‘Jake’ had the audacity to laugh in response. “Poles and holes…nice one. I’m inclined to believe you.”
Jake seemed warm, and Dirk was almost fooled into relaxing, until his brother returned to ejaculating his nonsense.
“You’ll have plenty time to jack jaws with him later. He’s sort of an all-in-one assistant. He can help you to your dressing room…get you acquainted with the set before we get started. Hell, he can even help you prep!” D called, before promptly turning his back to answer a phone call. Dirk froze, until an inquisitive look from Jake reminded him to act human.
“I…partially correct. I exist to help you with whatever’s…reasonable. I’m not talent, though. Not my thing.”
“Well...yeah, I know.” Jake chirped.
“Is that supposed to mean something?”
“Means I can tell you don’t partake in…this sorta thing.”
Dirk was silent, feeling oddly defensive now. “The gay thing or the sex thing?”
Again, Jake laughed, “Alright, alright. I do need to stretch before the camera starts rollin. That’s what we’ll call it. Can you show me to your studio’s version of a green room?”
Jake watched as the snarky chicken stood, crossed his arms over his chest, and nodded to the door just behind him. “Otherwise known as ‘the bathroom’.” The older man looked amused, and Dirk hadn’t been expecting one reaction or another, but it was nice to be well received for once.
“Cute…I’m not gonna pop a viagra and get my dick hard sitting on a toilet. The posting had pictures of a decent looking private room. Show me.” Jake said, and while there wasn’t a particular edge to his voice, Dirk felt compelled to comply. “Tough sell? Alright. I’ll pull myself away from my work.” He clicked his tongue, and Jake felt a pang of satisfaction seeing Dirk take an order so easily. Maybe Jake was an old creep, but it was nice to see his charms still worked.
Jake didn’t believe a word of Dirk’s earlier claim of apathy. The only guys that Jake knew who spent their precious time on earth filming gay sec got some sort of satisfaction out of it. “Thank you, Dirk…is this your usual gig, or are you just helping your brother out?”
“The shades make it that obvious?”
“Well, yeah. Either that or one of those gay couples that looks like siblings. But the two of you talk so similarly, even if your brother’s the only one that sounds Texan.”
“Fuck that.” Dirk huffed, “We’re from Dallas but…he really plays it up. He must be doing it on purpose, cause I don’t sound anything like that.”
“It’s more appealing than you think. I’ve been around for a while, and I was still a little starstruck when a director with a southern charisma invited me to fuck on camera.”
“Yeah, supposedly some big shift in the status quo. Didn’t realize we were just going from twinks fucking twinks to hunks fucking twinks. Daddies…whatever type of pokemon you are. Some fuckin’ genre-shift.”
Jake fell silent as Dirk came to a stop, and just outside of their large shooting space was a dressing room door, which Dirk gestured to. “Should be enough space for…whatever you need it do.” He muttered, watching as Jake pushed inside. “If you need anything, tell me now…I don’t go back and forth.”
“So snippy…are you always like this?” Jake laughed, setting his duffelbag down on the ping-pong table that was doubling as a countertop. The dressing room had a couch, a fridge, and a television, and Jake was pleasantly surprised by how put together things were. After all, D was an…interesting personality, and it was hard to know what to expect after their ‘thorough’ communications. But this wasn’t some back alley mattress, and there was a cute secretary to fuck with.
Jake pulled out a neat stack of spare clothes, a water bottle, and some tupperware containing his lunch. “But I should be alright for now, unless you want to keep me company. An ear to bend is always nice.”
“Yeah, how much are you paying…” Dirk stopped quipping bluntly, trailing off as Jake pulled out yet another piece of…equipment. At first, it looked like a regular jockstrap, but the o-ring and the dildo painted a completely different picture. Seeing Jake holding a weird strapon reminded Dirk of the ‘secret’ new kink that D was aiming to film, and the cogs in his head started turning as his tried to decipher this clue. A dude with a strapon could be…humiliation, denial or edging-
Oh.
Dirk froze for real this time, his face beet red as Jake continued to unpack, doing a double take back at Dirk after an extended silence. “Christ, don’t be weird about this, too. Your brother made it sound like this place was used to trans employees-”
“D said that?” Dirk asked cooly, and it was Jake’s turn to freeze. So that was the catch. This place was too good not to have a catch. And this catch came in the form of a strangely toxic pair of siblings, one of which Jake had most likely just clocked. Even Dirk could pick up on how awkward this was gonna be for Jake, and he clenched his jaw before he exhaled sharply. “Don’t worry about it. It’s about to be a crowd anyways, once your…fellow actor shows up.”
Jake chuckled nervously, “I did say this was a true risky genre shift. Trans top, cis bottom. Not enough for a crowd but…I’ve been told I make decent company.”
“Are you jumping straight to hitting on me, or are you just being nice?”
“You know…I’ll let you think about that one. How about you think about what you’d like my answer to be? Mull it over while you film my good side.
“I told you…shit doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Good…so you’ll be mulling it over with a clear head.” Jake smirked, and Dirk couldn’t help but sense a challenge.