Summary: Erik sighed and glanced down at the script once more. "I have two stipulations." He then looked back to Matthew, who leaned forward in interest. "No ridiculous schoolboy uniform, and Charles has to wear glasses." He paused. "For the first half of the scene at least."
Matthew stuck his hand out. "Deal."
A/N: The Porn Verses continue! ...What have I got myself into?
Also: Illusions of underage.
"No."
Erik threw the script down.
A sigh came from Matthew. "And why," he said as he rubbed his temples, "is that?"
"It's degrading."
The director just stared at Erik for a moment.
"It's degrading to Charles," Erik clarified.
Matthew sat back in his chair. "It's porn, Erik." He picked up the script and flipped through it before meeting the other man's eyes. "I don't really know what you want me to say."
Now Erik sighed. He stuck his hand out, waiting for his director to hand the script over again. He paged through it, then looked back to the man behind the desk. "You want me to play a professor?"
"And Charles your naughty student." Matthew smiled.
Another glance at the script. "And it says here that I have to, and I quote, "spank him over my desk with a ruler"." He looked up. "What time era does this take place in?"
By this point Matthew was rubbing his temples. "It doesn't matter, Erik. All that matters is that studies show that schoolboy fantasies are in right now, and Charles is the perfect age. Hell, he even looks sixteen. We could slap a barely legal tag on the DVD and it would sell itself!"
Erik thought about this for a moment. "He does look young." Correction: Charles was young.
"And you're kind of old."
Erik shot his director a nasty look.
"Ish." Matthew cleared his throat. "What I meant to say was: he's young, you're older; it'll be perfect."
Erik sighed and glanced down at the script once more. "I have two stipulations." He then looked back to Matthew, who leaned forward in interest. "No ridiculous schoolboy uniform, and Charles has to wear glasses." He paused. "For the first half of the scene at least."
Matthew stuck his hand out. "Deal."
…
"You wanted to see me after class, Mr. Lehnsherr?" Charles walked onto the set, which was crude at best: a simple desk, a chair on each side, a chalkboard (really, what time era were they in?) on the wall, and even a stupid—and probably outdated—globe in the background.
Christ, Erik knew Matthew was cheap when it came to scene props, but come on!
Erik, who was seated at his desk, just ruffled through the papers in his hands before glancing up and meeting Charles'—his student's—eyes.
Fourth biggest mistake of his life.
Okay, so maybe Erik should have swung by Charles' dressing room before the scene. This was the first time he actually saw Charles in his little get up, and it wasn't an old-fashion schoolboy uniform, thank god. He was wearing khaki shorts that boarded on a little too short, and a light blue button up that already had the top three buttons undone.
But the icing on the porn cake was the glasses he had on. Erik nearly came in his pants from just the sight alone. They were obviously too big for his face and kept slipping off, Charles having to push them up every now and then. He held books in his right hand and had a backpack slung over his left shoulder.
Erik had to take in a deep breath before delivering his line. "Yes, Charles, please come in. I needed to talk to you about your latest test score." He set the papers down and watched as his "student" came closer to his desk.
Charles pushed his glasses up once more before adjusting his backpack. "Yes, Mr. Lehnsherr?"
"Set your books down, please, Charles." He motioned to his desk, knowing full well in about ten minutes he'd be swiping said books onto the floor. Charles complied and let his backpack fall from his shoulder as he took a seat across from his "professor".
Erik passed over a piece of paper, a fake test, with a big red "96%" on in. Charles glanced at it, then Erik. "Yes? I passed." Next Erik, or "Professor Lehnsherr", handed over another test with an identical "96%" on it. Charles looked at that as well, then back to his Professor. He swallowed.
"Who do you sit next to in class, Charles?" Erik asked. He leaned back and folded his arms over his chest.
"S-Sean."
"So you want to explain to me how Sean—who barely manages to make it to my class, let alone not stoned out of his mind—got the exact same score as you." Erik lifted his eyebrows. "He even got the same four wrong answers as you."
Charles swallowed before meeting his teacher's eyes. "I-I suppose he copied off of me," he said softly.
Erik leaned forward. "And why would you let that drain on society copy off of you?"
"I-I didn't know."
"What's that, Charles? I couldn't hear you."
"I didn't know," Charles said a little louder this time. He pushed his glasses up his nose, having fallen when he looked down in shame.
Erik was already hard. It was taking all of his control to not just say the hell with the script and take Charles over his desk right then and there.
But there was still more dialog to be had; fucking Matthew and his team of "writers".
"You didn't know?" He gave Charles a pointed look. "I expect better from you than that, Charles; you're my top student." He sighed, looking off to the side. "I think you know what this means."
Charles shook his head fervently. "Oh no, Mr. Lehnsherr, please don't suspend me. I can't afford to miss any school, not if I want to get into college early."
Erik just looked at his student, tapping his desk in thought. "I suppose we could work something out," he said, a small smile forming over his face.
Charles swallowed again. "W-What did you have in mind, Mr. Lehnsherr?" He twisted the hem of his shirt.
"Well, first, I'll have to punish you for allowing another student to copy off of you. Then, secondly, you'll have to show me just how sorry you are."
Charles looked up, bottom lip in his mouth. "Punish me?"
"Yes, Charles, punish you." Erik rolled his chair back. "Come here, on this side of my desk." Charles got up, at the same time as Erik and made his way over to the teacher's side. "Over the desk, Charles."
Looking all bashful and innocent—which Erik knew was a damn lie—Charles leaned over the desk, forearms resting on the papers skewed on top of it. "Like this, Mr. Lehnsherr?" Charles asked as he looked back at his teacher.
Erik had to suck in a sharp breath. "Just like that." He ran a hand down Charles' back, causing his student to moan softy. "Spread your legs a bit."
Charles complied, turning back around to look at the camera directly in front of him.
Erik was positive he was making a sexy little face, one that would have viewers jerking off to just that. A sudden burst of jealousy surged through Erik at the thought, but he squashed it down before he could decipher what the hell it had meant.
"Remove your pants now, Charles," Erik said as he reached over for the long ruler that no one uses anymore. Seriously, what time era were they in?!
Charles came up off the desk just enough to pull his pants down, but the second Erik saw the slightest hint of skin he reached out and yanked them down his body viciously, leaving them to pool at his ankles.
"Back over the desk, Charles."
With a small moan, Charles placed his forearms back on Erik's desk and looked directly at the camera as he bit his bottom lip.
Erik ran a hand across the smooth skin of Charles' behind, a second camera panning in on that now. "My, my, look at this perfect ass." He gave it a jiggle. "It's too bad I'm going to have to leave such nasty red marks on it."
And with that, Erik drew his hand back and sent the ruler against Charles' ass—not hard of course, the editing team would add sound effects later, but just enough to leave a nice red mark. Charles grunted, moving his body forward as another impact landed on him. He closed his eyes, mouth opening. Erik spanked him with the ruler again, getting another ball-tightening moan to come from the brunet below.
A few more whacks with the ruler and Erik found himself sweating. Fucking ridiculous outfit they had him in—khaki pants and a white button up shirt with a tie. And it didn't help that the overhead lights seemed brighter than usual.
"I think that's enough punishment for now, Charles," Erik said as he wiped some of the sweat off his forehead. He set the ruler aside, right by the globe that still had the USSR on it—really Matthew, how cheap are you?—and sat back down in his chair. "Now, it's time to show me how sorry you are." He unzipped his pants, pulling his strained cock out. "On your knees, boy."
Charles hit his knees, his pants still tangled around his ankles and his own cock hard and aching. He looked up at Erik. Gingerly, he placed both hands on the older man's thighs, giving his teacher a shy look.
"What's wrong, Charles? You never sucked a cock this big before?" He smiled. "Or have you never sucked a cock period?"
He gave a small nod, then swallowed. "Both, sir."
Erik's cock twitched harder. Even though this was just role play, and he knew firsthand that Charles sucked cock—his specifically—he still found himself turned on beyond belief by the words that were coming out of Charles' mouth.
"Here," Erik said softly as he reached out for Charles' glasses, the boy having pushed them up again. "Let's just remove these for now."
Charles closed his eyes as his Professor removed his glasses, then opened them again, giving Erik the most sexy look he could muster.
A small amount of precome leaked from Erik's cock.
Perhaps…perhaps this was a terrible idea.
Erik had to take in a ragged breath before he continued. He set the glasses on his desk before returning his attention to the boy below him. He took his cock in hand, pointing it towards Charles. "Come show me just how sorry you are, you bad little boy."
With a lick of his lips, Charles leaned in closer and took Erik into his mouth, doing what he did best—sucked some mean cock. Erik grunted and groaned as his student's head bobbed back and forth, his cock disappearing into that talented mouth before reemerging again; all shiny and wet with saliva.
Charles sucked him off for a few minutes, Erik's head hitting the back of his chair as his hand tangled in the brunet's hair. He moved Charles' head back and forth, encouraging the younger man to go faster.
The camera zoomed in right as Charles was deep-throating Erik; the boy's eyes closed as he choked slightly.
Erik pulled him back, not wanting to ruin this scene by coming embarrassingly early, and let out a sharp breath. "Damn it, Charles." He glanced down into the boy's eyes. "Are you sure you've never sucked cock before?"
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the student just shook his head. "No, sir, I swear."
Erik growled. "My desk, now. I'll teach you to lie to me." Erik rose from his seat, dragging Charles with him and forcing the smaller man over his desk, after swiping all the papers and Charles' books off it of course. He placed a strong hand to his student's back, holding him down as he leaned in and sneered in his ear, "I've had my cock sucked my plenty of students, but never as good as you just did. I know a good little cock-sucker when I see one. Now tell me the truth; have you sucked cock before?"
Again, Charles just shook his head, looking back at his teacher. "No, sir, I swear I've never sucked anyone's cock before. You were my first." He swallowed. "Mr. Lehnsherr."
"Liar," Erik growled, then took his cock in hand. "Just for that, I'm going to punish you even harder." Charles' pants were still around his ankles and of course he was already lubed up and stretched prior to the scene, so it looked worse than it was when Erik shoved his cock in.
Still, as the script called for, Charles cried out a loud moan, his whole body rocking forward against the desk as his eyes screwed shut.
"You like lying to me?" Erik got out between harsh breaths, his hips moving back and forth. He twisted his hand in the back of Charles' shirt as he rammed his cock into the student below him. "You like making me angry?"
"N-No, sir," Charles cried out. He gripped the edge of Erik's desk and took the fucking he deserved. He opened his eyes and panted harshly as he looked at the camera ahead of him, moaning and wiggling around as Erik—his Professor—nailed him from behind.
Erik used his free hand to undo his tie, slipping it off with ease. "Hands behind your back, you lying slut." He let out a ragged breath. "You cock-sucking, cock-loving, slut." He stopped fucking Charles just long enough for the boy to bring both hands back, where Erik used his tie to tie them together. He placed one hand on Charles' bound wrists, holding them tight, as the other went to the boy's hip. He then resumed fucking; driving his thick cock in and out of Charles' tight hole.
Charles closed his eyes again, moaning like Erik's cock inside of him was the greatest thing ever. He placed his cheek to the surface of the desk, panting and making all sorts of little noises that he knew would drive Erik over the edge. And, to Erik, the noises that Charles was making had him thinking that this would be the part where, if he were at home jerking off to this, he would have just come.
Still, Erik had a job to do, and coming right now wasn't in the script. Charles still had to ride him while Erik sat in his chair.
But the problem was: Erik was going to come.
He pulled out of Charles quickly, looking to Matthew. "I need five."
Matthew nodded and called cut. The whole set was suddenly a bustle of people moving: lights were being checked and adjusted, the damn make-up girl was over by Erik in a flash and touching his face up with powder—apparently the man's cock out and still hard did nothing to deter her; Erik knew there was a reason Matthew hired her—and someone was asking Charles if his hands were okay.
After a much needed distraction, Erik shooed everyone away, Angel getting in one last touchup on Charles' mouth. Jesus, like the man's mouth needs to be any redder.
The set fell silent again; except for the small moan that came from Charles' mouth as Erik slipped his cock back in—and he was going to act like that did not just undo all of that much needed distraction—and action was called.
Erik starting fucking Charles again, hands still in the same place as he drove his cock in and out for a good few minutes. The camera panned in on Erik's cock entering and leaving Charles' ass so Erik moved his hands there now, spreading his student's cheeks wide.
Charles moaned out shamelessly, his breath ragged and strained. "Mr. Lehnsherr, yes." Charles looked back at him. "Just like that."
Erik plowed into him a few more time before slowing down. Charles keened out and placed his forehead on the desk.
"My chair," Erik got out on a breath, "now." He pulled out completely, leaving Charles hollow and wanting more. "You're going to ride my cock on my chair now." He glanced down to Charles' hands and smiled, "Wrists still bound."
A small, needy moan came from Charles as Erik hoisted him up by the upper arm and guided him to the chair, Charles finally stepping out of his shoes and pants. Erik sat first, hand still gripping firmly on Charles' bicep as the boy lowered himself back onto his teacher's cock. They both moaned together, eyes locked on each other as Charles sank down blissfully slow.
And then Erik started thrusting again, fucking up into Charles' tight channel now. He placed both hands on the supposed-to-be-teen's hips and helped guide him up and down until Charles was all out slamming his body down onto Erik's cock, moaning and gasping as the man's thick cock filled him just the right amount of perfect.
Erik released one hand and reached out to grab Charles' plump cock, stroking the boy as he rode him hard. Charles tipped his head back, revealing his beautifully pale neck. Erik wanted to bite it—mark Charles as his own. Instead, he just leaned forward and placed a sloppy kiss to it, earning another ball-tightening moan from the man riding his cock.
Charles' head snapped back forward, until they were eye to eye again. Erik moved his hands to Charles' upper arms now, his wrists still bound behind his back, and started fucking wildly up into him.
"You filthy little slut, I'm going to come all over your face." Charles moaned. "Would you like that, Charles? My come all over your innocent, perfect face?"
"Ye-yes, Mr. Lehnsherr, please."
Erik had to suck in a sharp breath before delivering his next line. "Then down on your knees, where you belong."
Charles, with the help of his teacher, stood from the chair, finding his legs to be a bit shaky.
"Turn around," Erik instructed. "I'm going to untie you now." Charles turned, Erik slapping his ass the second it was in view. "You're going to need those hands of yours, probably both, to stroke my thick cock." He spun Charles back around once his hands were free. "Have you ever seen a cock as big as mine before, Charles?"
The boy shook his head. "No, sir."
"But you have seen a big cock before."
"Ye- I mean no, sir, yours was the first." Charles blushed and looked down.
"I knew you were a lying slut." Erik reached out and placed his hand on the teen's shoulder and forced him down to the floor harshly. Charles let out a small moan, eyes closing. "Teach you to lie to your professor." He yanked Charles closer before slapping him across the face with his cock. Charles moaned again, eyes reopening. "You like that, Charles? You like my cock across your face?" Charles just placed his hands on the floor and looked down. "Answer me, boy," Erik bit out.
Looking up finally, Charles took in a ragged breath. "Y-yes, sir." He swallowed. "Mr. Lehnsherr."
"Touch me," Erik instructed next, leaning back in his chair. He placed both hands on the armrests.
Slowly, Charles got back up to his knees, bringing both hands up and wrapping them around Erik's huge cock. He looked his teacher in the eye, awaiting further instruction.
"Now stroke."
And stroke Charles did; using both hands and moaning himself as he jerked Erik off. Erik's head hit the back of the chair again, eyes still on his student below, and groaned. "God you're so good at this. I might have to keep you around for a bit longer."
Charles took in a hitching breath and sped up his hand movements.
"Yes. Just like that. Lick the tip," Erik got out between his own harsh breaths. Charles leaned closer and swiped his tongue across the head of Erik's cock. "Such a good little boy. I'm really beginning to believe that you may be sorry after all."
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Lehnsherr," Charles practically groaned out, still stroking away, "I'll never let anyone copy off me again."
Erik let Charles work his cock for a few more strokes, then placed one large hand over the teen's, stopping him. "Getting close," he warned. "Touch yourself. I want to watch you come before I come all over that pretty little face of yours."
Falling back to the ground, Charles placed one hand behind him for support as the other went to his cock. He looked Erik right in the eye and started stroking, small hitching gasps coming from his mouth.
Erik had to swallow and think about baseball for a moment before he too reached for his cock, pumping it slowly as he watched his student. "That's a good boy, Charles, bring yourself off for me. Work that cock like you mean it."
Charles sped up his hand, his breath matching, as he finally brought himself over the edge; burst after burst of hot come shooting from his cock, the cameras getting the shot at every angle.
It was the hottest goddamn thing Erik had ever seen. He started speeding up his own hand movements, knowing the end was near. "Get over here, Charles."
The boy scrambled across the floor, getting as close to his teacher's cock he could. He placed both hands on Erik's thighs and the man lost it.
"Open your mouth," he just barely got out in time, come shooting from his cock. Charles complied, opening his mouth wide as Erik painted his face and tongue.
"Goddamn," Erik groaned, making sure to get every last drop he could either on the brunet's face or in his mouth. "Fuck."
Charles licked his lips, doing the same goddamn thing he did during their first porno, and started wiping the sticky seed all down his neck and chest, moaning and groaning and acting like Erik's come on him was the greatest feeling ever.
Erik was going to steal a copy of this video and take it home to jerk-off to later, he was sure of it.
"Well," Erik said as he worked on catching his breath, "I think that was sufficient enough." He started to put his cock away. "I believe you're sorry for what you did."
"Very sorry, sir." Charles remained on the floor, a finger trailing up his neck to gather a good amount of come before he sucked it into his mouth.
Erik's cock pulsed in his pants. Oh god. He was hard again, or did it never really go away?
With all the strength he had in his body, Erik delivered his last line. "You may be excused, Xavier." Charles gave one last bashful look before standing and making to leave the set, the camera following and zooming in on his ass as he walked away.
It made Erik…angry…for some reason. He shook his head before squashing that feeling down as well and stood, ready to leave the set too and hit the showers.
"Good job, Horsecock," one of his fellow pornstars shouted his way, giving Erik a thumbs up. "You lasted longer than five minutes this time," he teased.
Erik smirked as he flipped Darwin a rude hand gesture but otherwise kept on moving. He needed to take a shower and then get to Charles before he left for the day.
There was something Erik wanted to ask him.
…
"Charles," Erik called out. "Charles!"
Finally hearing his name, halfway to his car, the brunet turned around. He smiled. "Oh, Erik. Hello."
Erik jogged to catch up, a little breathless when he reached the other man. Then again, he was always a little breathless around Charles. "Hey."
Charles smiled wider. "Hey."
They stood there in silence for a moment, Erik temporally wondering if this was a horrible idea now.
Charles raised his eyebrow, waiting.
Right. Time to speak; you're probably freaking him out. You can fuck him, but you can't talk to him? Come on now. Erik cleared his throat. "Um, hey. I was wondering…would you, uh, like to go get some coffee with me sometime… or dinner?" He winced. That…that was not how he wanted that to come out.
Charles looked at the other man for a moment, head cocking to the side. "Erik," he said slowly. He placed a hand on the taller man's arm (Erik forgot how to breathe). "I'm flattered but… I don't date pornstars."
Erik just stood there, unblinking. Did…did he just get shot down?
"I'll see you on set though, yes?" Charles squeezed the man's arm before saying goodbye. He turned and walked away.
Still, Erik just stood there.
Okay. Hold on just a moment. Charles will suck his cock, fuck him, and suck his cock again, but he won't "date" him?
What the serious fuck?!
Erik finally blinked. None of that made any sense! What was the point of them shooting a porno together and Charles flirting with him the other day? Telling Erik that the only reason why he got into the porn industry was so he could "have a go at him"?
What the hell?
So let's recap: Charles will suc- "fluff" him, have sex with him on camera, but he won't go on a blasted date with him?!
Erik had never been more confused in his life.
He watched Charles drive off, the brunet winking at him as he left the parking lot, and-
Oh. Oh. So Charles wanted to play hard-to-get? Erik smirked. Okay. Okay, he can work with that.
TBC
A/N: Why is this still going on!? I swear I was going to end this two chapters ago! Ugh. Damn plot, working its way into a pwp. What has my life become?
