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Okay, so I'm kind of frustrated with myself at the moment.  Instead of working on all the fics I need to finish, I started yet another lengthy AU.  :oP  Anyway, I want to kick my Muse's ass a bit, so I'm going to borrow a meme that [livejournal.com profile] ewinfic did a few weeks ago:

Leave a comment prompt.  The prompt should be one of my fics and a time interval.

Examples:
"Fic Title, the next morning"
"Fic Title, three months before"
"Fic Title, two years later"
"Fic Title, in between this event and that event"

I will respond with a comment fic.  This is your chance to find out what happened before, or after, or during.  My master fic list is here -- go nuts!

IMPORTANT: I will only accept titles and time intervals as prompts, no plot elements.  So "Yellow Light, two years later" would be fine, but "Yellow Light, two years later, they buy their first house together" would not.  Got it?  Also, I'll try to see that everyone who comments gets at least one fic in return, but if you want to give me multiple options to pic from, that's fine!

Prompting is now closed -- please check back here for fills.
If you didn't get to put a prompt in, don't worry!  I'm sure I'll do this meme again. :o)

Date: 2010-05-08 12:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] etanol.livejournal.com
Zach and Chris Make a Porno, two weeks later.
From: [identity profile] the-deep-magic.livejournal.com
(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.”

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.
From: [identity profile] the-deep-magic.livejournal.com
Karl takes one look at him and roars with laughter. “Usually I’m not a big fan of meeting the, uh, talent face to face, but I had a good feeling about you two.” He plops down in the chair across from them and tilts it back on two legs, just the cool, blasé way Chris tries to do but always ends up toppling over backwards instead. It occurs to him that Karl is everything Chris ever wanted to be, right down to the accent.

There’s a heavy silence then as Karl looks back and forth between them, putting it on them to move the conversation forward. Finally, Zach clears his throat and says, “You had a chance to look over our video,” and Chris feels a little surge of pride at Zach’s composure.

“Look over it, yeah,” Karl says with a truly lewd wink. “You could say that. And let me tell you, I’m a straight man who’s seen his fair share of buggery, and if anyone was going to convince me to switch teams, it’s you.”

Chris shoots a look at Zach, who’d told Chris to prepare himself for tough negotiations. Either the two of them are some kind of savant business geniuses or JJ’s right about the “buttfucking magic.” Zach seems to be momentarily stunned, so Chris leans forward across the table and asks, “So, what are our options in terms of, um, marketing?”

Karl laughs again, just as loudly. “Marketing. Christ, you two are precious. Okay, I definitely think there’s a market for your product, if you will. Got a few questions for you – first up, are you wanting to go pro?”

Chris and Zach exchange looks. “Pardon me?” says Zach.

“Do you want to be porn stars? Change your names to Dirk Steelrod and Brock Manmeat? Fuck other people in front of the camera?”

No,” they both say at the same time.

“Well, good,” Karl says with a grin. “That scene can get pretty ugly and besides, I’ve got a better idea. Now the question is, are you willing to fuck each other again?”

Zach’s mouth is already starting to form the first syllables of We already do that when Chris stomps on his foot under the table, more than a little pleased to get his revenge. “Get to the point,” Chris says, his mirror-practiced no-nonsense face on now.

Karl drops his chair back onto all four legs with a clang and sets his elbows on the table, leaning in and dropping his voice. “We leak short clips from your video on the right sites, build up a little buzz – who are these guys? That kind of thing. Then we set up a site with the full video and charge for it.”

“Wait,” Zach says, seeming to have found his voice again. “Won’t it get pirated pretty quickly?”

Karl rolls his eyes. “Yeah, not much we can do about that. But we set up a subscription service, and here’s what I’m thinking: you put out a new video every two or three weeks for a little while. Then we start to introduce videos for some other couples. That’s our niche, real gay couples, what we offer that no one else does: the chemistry, the passion, the shit that can’t be faked on a set. I know some people who might be interested, but the video to launch the site has to be scorching hot.”
From: [identity profile] the-deep-magic.livejournal.com
“And that’ll, uh, work?” Chris asks dumbly, trying to wrap his head around it.

But Zach’s already back in business mode. “What are we talking here, money wise?”

“I won’t lie to you – this isn’t going to be your primary source of income. But as far as making some good money on the side, with the subscriptions, it should be steady.”

Chris’ heart starts to beat faster at the prospect, but he keeps calm. “So how much is your take?”

“Forty percent of the first month’s subscriptions, since I’ll be fronting the start-up for the site, then twenty-five percent after that.”

“Fifteen percent,” Zach says, his eyes narrowing. Negotiation Zach is kind of hot.

“Twenty-two,” says Karl.

“Eighteen.”

Karl stares Zach in the eye for a long, tense moment… before once again bursting into laughter and offering his hand for a shake. “Eighteen it is. I’ll have my lawyer draw up some papers and I’ll send them for you to look over. Look forward to working with you both.”

They all stand and Chris and Zach shake Karl’s hand, one after the other, and then Karl is out the door, a wide grin still on his face. Zach slowly sits back down and Chris does the same, taking another sip of his coffee. It’s getting cold. “Did, uh… did that just happen?”

“He’s having his lawyer draw up papers,” Zach says, sounding utterly dazed. “All we have to do is fuck on camera once or twice a month. Good money on the side.”

Chris considers this. “Is your coffee cold?”

Zach takes a sip, grimaces. “Uh-huh.”

“Well,” Chris says, “I believe I would like to buy you another cup of that ridiculously expensive coffee. We will sit here and enjoy it, and then we will go home and I’ll fuck you through the mattress.”

A slow smile spreads over Zach’s face. “I believe I’ll accept that offer.”

&&&

Even though Karl starts leaking the clips mere hours after the paperwork is signed, it’s another month before Chris and Zach see any money. And when they do, it’s not much – though it’s enough to pay some bills. But they make a few more videos and the numbers on the checks grow bigger each month until one day Zach comes home later than usual, clutching a small stack of papers.

“Floor plans?” Chris asks.

“They’re nothing fancy,” Zach says, blushing a little. “But look – two bedrooms. A washer and dryer. A fucking dishwasher. And central air conditioning in every single unit!”

Chris catches the excited look in Zach’s eyes, which are practically dancing. Chris had graduated from college with dreams of taking Hollywood by storm, commanding millions of dollars per movie, living maybe not in a mansion, but at least in a really luxurious condo. And here he is with his best-friend-slash-lover, getting royalty checks for their porno and practically drooling over floor plans for 1200 square-foot apartments. And he’s ridiculously happy.
From: [identity profile] leopardchic79.livejournal.com
Eeep, love it!!

This is a super fun little universe; I hope you play around in it a bit more. :D
From: [identity profile] the-deep-magic.livejournal.com
Hee hee, thanks! I think I might have to -- the temptation to give the rest of the cast various seedy porn-related jobs is overwhelming!
From: [identity profile] tikra.livejournal.com
...*cough*

ehm, I FULLY APPROVE OF YOUR IDEA IN TURNING THIS INTO A LONGER SEQUEL.
From: [identity profile] the-deep-magic.livejournal.com
Thank you! I may just have to work on that...
ext_11844: (Subtext = Buttsex)
From: [identity profile] amarin-rose.livejournal.com
Mmm-mmm-mmmm.... Somehow you've got me wanting outed fic where their sex tapes get leaked once they've gotten legitimate jobs, but also where they retaliate by making fandom Heroes/Star Trek porn and people like it better than the originals.

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