Amateur Porn AU

Clearing out the WIP/rough drafts in my Googledocs that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

what it says on the tin. because those are classy, right? this is mostly just an unfinished fic, other than a headcanon post. not much too it except barely-edited smut.

cw: nsfw, safe sex, casual sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, insecurity, uncertainty
If I need to tag something, let me know.



“Just close your eyes and relax.”
Trott rolls his eyes. “I don’t know about this.” He takes a deep breath and sighs. “It’s so strange being on the other side of the camera…” Trott reclines back on his elbows on the only piece of furniture in the room. The bed has been stripped bare, save for a sheet over the top of the mattress and two pillows near the headboard.
Ross is fiddling with cables across from him, connecting the lights, the boom mic, and the three cameras angled around the small bedroom. The height of the tripods and the wide lenses on the cameras make Trott feel scrutinized.
“Are you sure about this?” Trott asks Ross, watching the other man bend down to plug wiring into wall sockets. “How do you know we’ll get footage worth using?”
“Trust me, Trott. It’ll look great.” Ross dusts his knees off as he stands and turns to face him. “Once you’re in the moment you’ll forget the cameras are even there.”
Trott scoffs. “It looks like 1984 in here.”
Ross laughs and steps closer to the bed. His fingers brush Trott’s knee affectionately.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.” He murmurs quietly. His blue eyes gaze at Trott in fondness.
Trott smiles. “I know, I know that. I just…” He shrugs and looks down at himself, still clothed in jeans and a t-shirt. “I don’t think there’s anything worth seeing.”
Ross’ fingers squeeze his knee. “You’ll do great, Trott, I know it. The rest is up to my fancy camera work, and that’s only because I have to edit.”
The apartment buzzer sounds off, and Ross turns towards the door. “That’ll be Smith.” He gives Trott a roguish grin. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Ross leaves the room, and a few moments later, comes back with Smith.
“What the fuck is this, security central?” The auburn man laughs as he strolls inside the bedroom. “Afraid someone’s going to steal the bed sheets, Ross?”
Ross shuts the door behind them and walks around the bed to hook the camera cables up to his laptop on the floor. “Nah, just Trott’s virginity, oooh!”
Trott rolls his eyes and laughs. “What a strange concept. Hey, Smith.” He greets.
Smith gives Trott a grin and sets his backpack out of shot. “Hey Trotty. Ready to get fucked on camera?”
“You wish, sunshine. I’m not the one getting a fucking.” Trott smirks. “What’ve you got there?”
“Oh, you know…” Smith zips open the bag and proceeds to throw it’s contents into a pile on the floor. “Lube, condoms, dildos, handcuffs, rope…anything and everything for a porno.”
“I’ve got three cameras set up, all controlled via the laptop, where I’ll be.” Ross instructs, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside his computer. “The camera over by the light is a side view, the camera just to the left of me is angled upwards, and the tallest camera is the overview shot parallel with the bed.”
Trott shakes his head. “You’re going to have a fuck-ton of footage to edit, Ross.”
“More like a fuck-ton of porn to watch.” Ross grins. “Have you two decided what you’re doing?”
“Thought you were going to tell us, mate.” Smith chides. “You’re the director and all.”
Ross shrugs. “I want your reactions to be more natural, so I don’t want to interrupt mid-scene.”
“Well, you’re going to be fucking me, right?” Smith grabs a handful of condoms and a small bottle of lube, and turns to look at Trott.
Trott nods. “That was what I was thinking.”
“You think that often?” Smith giggles.
Trott chuckles back, watching Smith flop down onto the bed beside him. “Whatever helps you wank at night, Smith.”
Smith smiles up at him. His legs are a hair’s width from Trott’s, radiating body heat. His auburn hair is fanned out behind his head in a mess. “Nervous?” He asks quietly.
Trott shrugs.
Smith reaches out and traces patterns on Trott’s thigh with the tip of his finger. “Just me. Nothing new here.” He reassures him.
“You’re not nervous?”
“Nah. It’s not a big deal, honestly.” Smith thumbs over his shoulder at Ross, who is clicking settings on the laptop. “Just Horny Hornby over there watching.”
Ross laughs at the comment, but says nothing.
Trott smiles cheekily. “That is true. We’ll have to put on a good show for him.”
Smith smirks back. “Too right. Anyway…” His fingers continue trailing patterns. “We could start with some kissing. Then maybe I could suck you off?” His finger drags up Trott’s hip and dips under the waistband of his jeans.
Trott nods and scoots up the bed. He moves the lube and condoms between them towards the pillow on the opposite side. “What do you think, Ross?”
“Sounds good.” Ross says, still clicking away. “Then what?”
“Then…we take our clothes off, you finger me open, and then I ride you. Yeah?” Smith sits up and runs his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah.” Trott smiles.
Smith smiles back. “Great.”
“Whenever you’re ready.” Ross calls.
Trott settles back on his elbows again. Smith shifts up on his knees and straddles Trott’s legs.
“Ready, Trott?” He asks, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Trott’s lips turn up in a tiny smirk. “Roll ’em.”
There’s a few moments of quiet, as Trott and Smith stare at one another. Trott has to remember not to stare at the camera directly over Smith’s shoulder. He tries to forget that there are even any cameras at all.
It’s just Smith. Just Ross.
He swallows thickly.
“3…2…1…mark.”
Trott can feel his pulse, the room is that quiet.
Smith shifts his position on Trott’s hips. His hands come up on other side as he leans in.
Trott closes his eyes, and Smith kisses him. The press of his lips is sweet and slow. As their kisses became more passionate, Trott reaches up and threads his fingers through Smith’s hair, making sure not to block the camera to his left.
Smith makes a soft hum, and Trott kisses him harder.
Trott’s not a particularly noisy person when he has sex. Smith, on the other hand…
Trott tightens his grip and pulls Smith’s mouth closer to his, drawing a muffled moan from the auburn haired man.
This is supposed to be porn, after all. Audio and visual is what Ross wants.
Their kissing increased in fervor, wet sounds and moans leaving their lips. Trott sinks back into the pillow. He can almost lose himself in the feeling, but he’s ever-conscious of the footage. He doesn’t want to ruin the shot; he doesn’t want to screw this up.
Smith’s hands move downward, cascading down his chest. His fingers skim under the hem of Trott’s t-shirt, making Trott shiver and arch up from the sensation.
Smith muffles a chuckle in Trott’s mouth, and slowly starts to unbutton his fly.

When Smith breaks the kiss and sits up, Trott opens his eyes and watches him. The auburn man’s hair is slightly disheveled. He licks his lips as he reaches around the pillow to grab a condom.
Smith tears it open, tosses the foil aside, and rolls the rubber down onto Trott’s dick.
panting, staring down at Smith as he sucks his cock.
quiet groan, fingers in Smith’s hair again, other clutching at the bedsheet.

sweaty thighs, lights made the room hotter
thrust up into Smith
“Fuck.” Trott stutters, biting his lip.
Smith leans back and groans. His hips rock harder.
Fuck.” Trott hisses. His fingers grip Smith’s hips tight enough to bruise.
Smith’s dick is dragging against his stomach with every roll of his hips, smearing precome in it’s wake. Trott wraps his hand around him and starts to stroke.
Fucking shit fuck.” Smith gasps. He tilts his head back and moans.
Trott strokes faster, bucking up into the heat of Smith around him.
“Fuck!” Smith cries out. His hips stutter in their movement. He comes with a wavering moan across his and Trott’s chest.
The feeling of Smith clenching around Trott is enough to tip him over the edge a few thrusts later. Trott squeezes his eyes shut, lips parting in a breathless sigh as his climax rushes through him. He flops back into the sheets, panting and trying to catch his breath.
Smith lifts off of him and falls to the side, away from the camera. He leans over Trott and they kiss as they come down from their orgasm induced high.
When the kiss breaks again, Smith leans his forehead against Trott’s.
“Cut.” Ross calls.
Trott shudders with the strange realization that Ross has been watching all this time. He opens his eyes. Ross is all business at the moment, eyes focused on the laptop before him, but there’s a telltale flush to his cheeks that wasn’t there before.
Trott turns his head and looks over at Smith, who curls into Trott’s side and sighs.
“Alright?” He murmurs, nuzzling Trott’s neck.
Trott nods. He moves his hand towards Smith, but stops when his fingers graze the mess on his and Smith’s stomachs.
clean up
cuddling
tent in Ross’ pants
“need some help with that?”
“nah”
“sure? you’re just going to lie here?”
“nah.” grin. “I’ll be right back.”
“grab a washcloth and some clean boxers while you’re at it. maybe a blanket”
smirking and blushing, Ross shuffles out of the room.
Trott smirks as he watches him go, and he and smith share a look of amusement.

minutes later, Ross returns, looking pleased with himself and hazy. he tosses Smith what he’d asked for, as well as two bottles of water, and then cuddles on the other side of Trott.
“You looked so good.” Ross mumbles into Trott’s shoulder as he curls an arm around his waist. “The two of you together.”
“Did you get the footage you wanted?”
“I got enough porn to last me a long time.” Ross grins.
“If you want porn of me, mate, you just have to ask.” Smith says with a wink.
“I know.” Ross replies, smirking, “That’s why I did.”
Trott laughs. “Is that all this was? For your own personal enjoyment?”
“No.” He pecks a kiss to Trott’s neck and peppers kisses along his shoulder blades. “But it’s certainly worth it.”

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