(A/N: I might end up turning this into a full-on sequel. Also, I have no idea how the porn industry works, online or otherwise. This should be readily apparent.)
The CD-ROM lays in its jewel case on the kitchen table. Well, the rickety card table that serves as the kitchen table, anyway. Zach and Chris sit across from one another, both staring at that thin metal disk.
Chris speaks first. “So… that’s it, huh?”
“That’s it. Twenty-three and a half minutes of ‘buttfucking magic’ – JJ’s words, not mine.”
“He thinks it’s good?”
“He thinks it’s really good. I mean, he seemed disturbingly into it for a married guy,” Zach says.
“His wife’s okay with his job?”
“He’s freelance – most of what he edits is not porn.”
“Ah.”
“Apparently he thought we had really good chemistry or something.”
Silence again. Chris narrows his eyes at the disk as though it might, at any moment, do a magic trick. “What do we do with it? Do we send, like, a demo to studios? Oh god, do we need an agent? We can’t afford an agent.”
“JJ gave me the number of a friend of his who’s into… well, he said some stuff about kilobytes per second and Flash streaming, but all I heard was ‘the internet.’ Apparently this guy has set up a couple of really successful porn sites, and he’s been looking for ways to break into the gay market.”
Zach calls this guy, this internet porn guru named Karl, while Chris sits on the floor by the couch, gnawing on his lower lip until Zach throws a book at his head and mouths Knock it off! They agree to send Karl the video and set a date to meet in three days. Afterwards, Zach is so nervous that Chris has to suck his cock twice before dinner, just to get him to calm down.
&&&
“Five dollars for a cup of coffee,” Chris groans, clutching the smallest-sized cup he could order.
Zach shakes his head sympathetically, taking a slow sip from his own cup. “Just think of it as a business expense. We don’t want this guy to think we’re broke and desperate.”
“We are broke and desperate,” Chris hisses. “This could be four cans of soup! Or like a week’s worth of ramen!”
“Shh!” Zach says, smacking Chris in the arm so hard that he nearly spills his precious coffee. Which, okay, is pretty damn good. “I think that’s him.”
“Nuh-uh,” Chris mutters. “No way that dude’s an internet porn geek.” This earns him a kick under the table.
The guy that heads for their table is gorgeous, tall and tan and built, and when he speaks, his accent is like melted butter. “Am I right in thinking you blokes are Zach and Chris?”
All the blood drains out of Chris’ face at the realization that he has never met this man and yet this man has seen him naked. “We look that different with our clothes on?” he squeaks, aiming for a joke.
Zach and Chris Make a Porno, two weeks later, PG-13 (1/3)
The CD-ROM lays in its jewel case on the kitchen table. Well, the rickety card table that serves as the kitchen table, anyway. Zach and Chris sit across from one another, both staring at that thin metal disk.
Chris speaks first. “So… that’s it, huh?”
“That’s it. Twenty-three and a half minutes of ‘buttfucking magic’ – JJ’s words, not mine.”
“He thinks it’s good?”
“He thinks it’s really good. I mean, he seemed disturbingly into it for a married guy,” Zach says.
“His wife’s okay with his job?”
“He’s freelance – most of what he edits is not porn.”
“Ah.”
“Apparently he thought we had really good chemistry or something.”
Silence again. Chris narrows his eyes at the disk as though it might, at any moment, do a magic trick. “What do we do with it? Do we send, like, a demo to studios? Oh god, do we need an agent? We can’t afford an agent.”
“JJ gave me the number of a friend of his who’s into… well, he said some stuff about kilobytes per second and Flash streaming, but all I heard was ‘the internet.’ Apparently this guy has set up a couple of really successful porn sites, and he’s been looking for ways to break into the gay market.”
Chris’ eyebrows rise. “We’re gay market-breaking material?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
&&&
Zach calls this guy, this internet porn guru named Karl, while Chris sits on the floor by the couch, gnawing on his lower lip until Zach throws a book at his head and mouths Knock it off! They agree to send Karl the video and set a date to meet in three days. Afterwards, Zach is so nervous that Chris has to suck his cock twice before dinner, just to get him to calm down.
&&&
“Five dollars for a cup of coffee,” Chris groans, clutching the smallest-sized cup he could order.
Zach shakes his head sympathetically, taking a slow sip from his own cup. “Just think of it as a business expense. We don’t want this guy to think we’re broke and desperate.”
“We are broke and desperate,” Chris hisses. “This could be four cans of soup! Or like a week’s worth of ramen!”
“Shh!” Zach says, smacking Chris in the arm so hard that he nearly spills his precious coffee. Which, okay, is pretty damn good. “I think that’s him.”
“Nuh-uh,” Chris mutters. “No way that dude’s an internet porn geek.” This earns him a kick under the table.
The guy that heads for their table is gorgeous, tall and tan and built, and when he speaks, his accent is like melted butter. “Am I right in thinking you blokes are Zach and Chris?”
All the blood drains out of Chris’ face at the realization that he has never met this man and yet this man has seen him naked. “We look that different with our clothes on?” he squeaks, aiming for a joke.