All the Love • Zach Herron One-Shots

*9 | Tangible | Jachary

Warning: cringey times
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Zach grinds back against Jack, starting to bounce on the cock, despite already being incredibly drained. He swears that his ass is going to be sore for days, and it's not because he's being properly fucked.

"Ah -," he moans, and does that face like he's coming, when in actuality it's the finishing scene.

"I'm sorry, but we need something more. Act like you two are into it!"

Zach grinds his teeth, moving space between him
and his costar. "Excuse me! This is a cheap porno. People aren't expecting incredible acting - all they want is an orgasm."

"Well you two are the top favourites on the site! I have hundreds of demands from top clients, and I feel that this isn't satisfying enough."

Zach rubs his face. He honestly can't even begin to get annoyed, as it's the constant feeling nowadays. He managed to come for the first two takes but now the twentieth? He looks over to Jack, who avoids it. Typical.

Once upon a time not so long ago, they had amazing chemistry. But now it's just awkward.

"Jack, I think you need to be more harsh. Tug his hair, thrust sharply - scream dominant!"

Zach crosses his arms, seriously wondering if the director was a perfectionist or playing out personal fantasies. For people to be willing to work in the porn industry, it was either desperation or secretly (and not so secretly) a pervert.

"I'm exhausted," Jack sighs. "Can we continue tomorrow?"

"Only after this one last take. And Zach look more like you have passion, you look in pain."

"Maybe because I am." Zach glares at Jack, and whispers, "Can you stop making me do everything?"

Jack scoffs. "You're literally on top of me! How can I move?"

"Just fucking bend me over you're supposed to be the top."

They rearrange themselves once again, and Zach wills himself to stir up any interest. He's limp, and he knows they'll probably have to film again. Bouncing on a soft cock was not even what he wanted.

The director rubs his chin. "I have an excellent idea! Viagra."

"No," Zach adamantly says. "What the fuck? That shit is dangerous."

"Yeah, we can't use drugs," Jack agrees.

"Well then you better look horny as hell! Honestly all of you fucking actors are wimps. Tomorrow I expect   much better or your pay is lowered."

Zach winces. "So do we get to sleep now?"

"No, I still want that take. Jack, as Zach fucks himself on you, I want you to grab his hips and take control. Fuck him up for being a bad student. You know the works."

Zach's seriously contemplates his life right now. Leaning against Jack he moves gingerly, his hole already abused. Giving a sharp cry it's only painful and he closes his eyes. The hands grip his waist, and Jack starts entering.

"W-Wait," Zach whimpers. "It hurts."

Jack moves out silently and the director starts yelling again.

"We'll be better tomorrow," Jack quickly promises. "I think just a good rest and food."

"Alright, fine. Your career depends on your performance tomorrow."

"Career." Zach rolls his eyes, and retrieves his clothes from the sidelines. He hopes that nothing is torn, but there's always a chance of blood.

"Zach. You okay?"

"Like you care." Zach yanks on his jacket. "Imagine being fucked repeatedly. It's not as fun as you think it is."

"Listen I want to talk -"

"No. We're finished."

"Come on, Zach. When are you going to forgive me?"

"Never. Or maybe when you die, which isn't happening anytime soon."

"He wasn't good for you, we both know that. Don't pretend you haven't noticed the way he eyes other actors. In fact he probably asked them, too."

Zach's hands ball into fists but he can't bring himself to hit Jack. "You asshole. You knew I liked him."

"If I knew you liked him I wouldn't have told him. You're just making an excuse to hate me."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," Jack boldly states. "Because he was just a distraction for you. And all you were angry about was us breaking up."

"I'm not! I don't care about you," Zach says, but his voice quivers. "Not like that anymore."

"The reason I broke up was because it'll kill you. Knowing you're dating someone like me who's going nowhere. And your boyfriend, well, you could do better. So much better."

"You idiot." Zach steps closer so their a few inches apart. "I hate you so much."

"Well I still love you."

Zach crumbles at the words and turns his back. "Don't play with my feelings."

"I swear I love you." Jack grabs Zach's hand and goes in front. "It kills me to see you so hurt."

"Jack..." The younger man starts tearing up, and Jack pulls him in a hug.

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The shoots begin at 7 AM. And because the director was especially disgruntled at Jack and Zach, they were first.

Fortunately they seemed to have less tension, and after apologies and crying they decided to make their relationship somehow work.

"You know what will make this easier?" Jack whispers in Zach's ear.

"What?"

"Well I love you being bossy babe, but I love it more when you're begging."

Zach feels his face warming up, and he replies back, "I like it when you talk dirty."

"Oh I know." Jack grins, and they make their way on the set.

Zach's legs feel like jello (fortunately he's not doing the walking scene) and sits on the desk - aka "teacher's desk".

Jack wears his suit and tie, looking authoritative and sexy as hell.

Zach feels butterflies in his stomach, the same he has every time back when seeing Jack. And he was very, very interested and excited.

"You've been a bad boy," Jack smirks, voice husky.

"Maybe I could make it up to you." Zach resists the urge to laugh at the corny line and spreads his legs open, grabbing Jack's tie so he's in between them.

"You think you're getting off like that so easy? Do you offer your body to everyone, little slut? Well you're mine, so let me teach you a little lesson."

And with that, they mash their lips together.