Porn AU

I’ve been headcanoning up a storm lately, and I’ve been wanting to post more things on my blog here. So- have some barely edited AUs that probably won’t get fics anytime soon, but are great ideas nonetheless. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

I was watching Watts the Safeword on Youtube’s travel vlogs, which is probably what inspired this.

cw: nsfw. it’s a porn AU, for pete’s sake. sex. kink clubs, burlesque, drinking; bdsm.
If I need to tag something, let me know.


 

Ross is a director.
Trott is a porn star.
Smith is the new guy.
Smith meets Ross while Trott is doing a shoot.
solo shot. Smith watches Ross lick his lips. watches Trott give bedroom eyes to the camera as he comes over his hand. Trott locks eyes with Smith over Ross’ shoulder and winks. laughs after Ross calls cut.
Smith swallows thickly and looks away. Well, he’s not going to have any problems getting turned on if he’s working with him

Ross constantly snacking on set. Trott being very annoyed by it. standing around post shoot (hah) in a bathrobe. drinking water.
“Your breath reeks of cocktail peanuts.”
“Sorry.” kiss
“I’m gonna go clean up. see you tonight?”
“Yeah.” kiss, smile. brushes crumbs of his fingers.
Ross and Trott are dating off set.

Smith is determined not to let his crush (first for Trott, then for Ross, too) get to him, but Ross really likes putting him and Trott together in scene. After reading comments on their videos, even the watchers like their chemistry together. the both of them are fun and funny, and hot as fuck. and the three of them work great together, too.

Sips as Smith’s agent who booked him in to work with Ross in the first place.

Eventually Trott asks Smith out to dinner with Ross. “hey, do you want to get dinner with us?” Smith thinks about turning him down, but goes, and finds they get along surprisingly well off set. End up hanging out a little more every so often. Flirting with each other on twitter.
Twitter Handles (none of which exist in real life, please don’t create them either):
@Trott-XX
@RossDirectsPorn
@SmithUnscripted

Sips books Smith to do photo shoots for Nano.
Smith shares the photos on twitter, Trott and Ross both favorite them and dm him about filming something exclusive with the two of them. He says sure, but inside he’s so nervous. What if something goes wrong, what if he can’t get it up, what if he comes too early, what if the sex is really bad, what if they leave him out entirely, what if he won’t be into it…
It ends up fine, of course. Smith enjoys himself a little more than he thought he would. But then he thinks it’s just for the footage, that the connection he felt with them was just working chemistry and nothing else. And that they’re not really interested in him at all, he’s just another porn actor to work with.
Smith tells himself he’d be fine with that but it’s a lie. He really likes spending time with them. He isn’t sure how much longer he can keep his feelings in check.

After the footage is released they all get signed on to do a bigger video production, and Smith feels a bit awkward because there are way more people in the room when they film, but he gets used to it. And the sex is really hot, and he can feel Ross’ eyes on him as he films and how in living fuck does the man not have a boner right now.

Maybe Ross does slip up at some point and lets out a moan during filming. (Maybe because Smith’s eating Trott out or something) and then for the rest of the scene Trott and Smith share this silent look of ‘how often can we get Ross to fuck up’. Ross doesn’t join in, he just films. Normally.

That set of videos ends up doing really well. Smith and Trott flirt a lot in the behind the scenes bits, and when Smith watches it back he can’t believe it isn’t genuine. He can’t believe it isn’t all for show. And then the next morning he goes into work and Ross and Trott are kissing in the breakroom and he thinks- who am I fucking kidding. I don’t have a chance at all.
Smith storms out. yells at himself internally for his feelings (that he can’t control). beats himself up about getting his hopes up. makes the selfish decision to call Sips.
“Hey Smiffy, how’s it hanging?”
“I need you to schedule me some different shoots.”
“How come? Something go wrong?” He can hear the frown and the concern in Sips’ voice, knows the older man can hear the anxiety in his.
“Nah, I just…need a change.” sigh.

Cue Smith travelling, spending time in NY and LA and Seattle, and across Europe and Canada doing work with different production companies. During that time, Ross and Trott still favorite his stuff on twitter. They end up texting him one night. Just talking.
Smith…doesn’t want to respond because he’s aching over his decision. He likes travelling, it’s really great, he’s having a good time, but it’s…well, he knows why he left. And it’s a stupid reason. And he kinda misses their company. It’s nice to talk to them again.
(Ross texts first, talking about seeing Smith’s latest work and being a fan of the director. yeah, he’s great to work with. funny guy. Smith responds.)
Smith ends up sending them photos from his travels. fruity drinks he got in bars, famous landmarks, plane views, shit selfies in terrible fast food restaurants. they send stuff back, of views of the city from their shared apartment, Trott in his bathrobe post-sex-shoot with his hair all disheveled and skin still flushed, Ross’ late night editing selfies, the two of them dressed up nice for a night out on the town.

One day Smith tweets he’s on a plane back to wherever he was originally located (I don’t know where this takes place. California somewhere probably. San Francisco.) Ross and Trott text him overnight while he’s sleeping off jetlag, that they’re going to a party at a kink club the next day and he should come. That same day Smith gets a call from Sips, who says he has several offers from production companies and directors who want to work with him. lists them off, and they’re all big names, and then Ross’ indie one.
Smith tells Sips to schedule Ross’ offer…and then embarrassingly asks what the hell he should wear to a kink club. He’s never really done anything kinky in porn or otherwise.
He tells Ross and Trott as much when he meets up with them later that night, sitting down across from them at a booth.
“This isn’t really my scene.” “Not- not that there’s something wrong with it. There isn’t. I don’t mind, it’s just…different.”
There’s a show of some sort at the club, maybe a burlesque troop or something. They watch that, and then go out for drinks afterwards. chatting amiably. Smith crashes at Ross and Trott’s apartment semi-unknowingly. wakes up to find out he’s in their guest room, and they go out for breakfast.
Over platefuls of pancakes, Ross and Trott ask him if he’d be interested in sceneing with them. Since he’s back in town now for awhile, and they don’t want to let the opportunity go by (to get to know him more, though Smith doesn’t catch on to this.)
Smith gulps down his orange juice. “Uh, well. I mean. Sure, I’ll give it a shot. What kind of thing are you thinking of filming?”
“Not filming, mate. Just with us.” Ross clarifies.
Smith blinks. “Wait…what?”
“Do you want to scene with us?” Trott asks again.
speechless “uh- I…” flustered. says nothing.
“How about you think about it, and get back to us later.” they can tell he’s thrown by the idea, and don’t want to push. Ross starts regretting them asking in his head, that maybe he’s been reading this wrong and Smith isn’t interested.
“O-okay…”
change subject. Smith goes home from the diner and sits on his bed, thinking in shock. they…actually? well.
they asked just for sex.
but sceneing wasn’t even specifically sex, was it?
Smith spends the rest of the day on the couch, mulling things in circles, completely uncertain of what that means. ends up just texting them. what did you mean by that, exactly? he asks.
Trott responds. answers all of Smith’s questions, sorts everything out. Trott thinks asking Smith to scene with them is a very clear “we’re interested in you for more than your body”. Smith doesn’t see it like that, so both Trott and Ross clarify they don’t want to push him into anything he doesn’t want, but if he’s interested, they are, too. they’ll figure it out.
Smith doesn’t sleep that night, too busy thinking. If he can do this even if they don’t feel the same. He still doesn’t believe them, because they have each other. He doesn’t want to be a third wheel.

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