Porn Photo Shoot

[by beardysteve]

Today's post highlights one of my fave Stucky fanfics --

"One Day We Won't Have to be Scared" by Paraxdisepink -- Flat broke and on the verge of eviction from their Brooklyn tenement, Steve and Bucky pose for porn photos, which surface again in the 21st century. The photos capture their first time having sex with each other.

Excerpt:

Franz's smile is like an animal closing in on something it's been circling around. Opportunity. "I like to call myself an artist. You could say I... find myself intrigued by the rarest expressions of human sensuality."

He tells them he's a photographer and that the two of them caught his attention. His eyes move over Steve and he goes on about the unique beauty of his delicate bone structure and how he would love to have him for a subject and capture the lines of his body. He offers a hundred dollars to photograph him—more than a month's pay at a factory job, if you were lucky.

Steve is more starved for all this buttering up about his looks than he is for the food and Bucky finds himself liking Franz that much less for it. "You wanna pay me to take my clothes off?"

Franz tops off their glasses for about the fifth time. "A little more than that." He looks at Bucky. "Your friend's a good-looking fellow, don't you agree?"

Steve lowers his eyes and that seems to be all Franz needs. He lays out his proposal. Pictures of the two of them of a 'sensual nature' for his private collection. He'll pay them a hundred dollars each.

. . . .

Franz has a studio upstairs in a back room. It's sleazy and draped in white sheets with a bed in the center.

"You need a magazine?" He asks Bucky as he checks his equipment. "Need to look at some girls to get things going, if you know what I mean?"

Bucky shakes his head. All he has to do is think about the money... a whole hundred dollars... Besides, getting hot and bothered looking at pictures of someone else while Steve is right there seems... rude.

Franz doesn't ask Steve. They're standing shoulder-to-shoulder in their shirtsleeves while he tests his lighting, neither of them talking.

[by beardysteve]