Chapter Six – “I’m ready for my close-up” “Fuck it.” Brian muttered to himself, as his computer came up with yet another infuriating error message. Brian decided to use his computers non-compliance as an excuse to take a break from his work. He had only chosen a work-filled evening because he knew that Justin was working on his latest art piece and was going to be home late. As his boredom finally got the better of him, Brian’s gaze swept across the expensively furnished room. Brian let his thoughts wander as he settled his eyes on one of Justin’s most detailed and beautiful sketches of himself naked. Ever since he had used the sketch as a prop in their first role-play, Brian couldn’t help but get extremely horny from looking at it. He smirked as he remembered spanking and fucking Justin on the very desk that he was attempting to work at. Brian sighed, as he knew that it was his turn to come up with the next role-play idea, but had found it difficult to think of something. This frustrated Brian somewhat, as he knew that he could sell and perform sex better than anyone, and yet, he was struggling to be imaginative. Brian tried to blame his lack of inspiration on Justin who he decided had already taken all of the best ideas. However, Brian knew deep down that real reason he was having so much difficulty was because he was trying too hard to impress the young artist. Brian tapped his fingers on the desk as he continued to stare at the sketch, hoping that some inspiration would suddenly leap out at him. After five minutes of staring, Brian had achieved nothing but aggravation and an erection. As Brian scanned the loft once more, it dawned on him that there was only one small-framed photograph of Justin. For the tremendous impact that the blond had on this life, there really wasn’t that much evidence. In that moment Brian began to feel depressed that he didn’t display his and Justin’s unspoken love for everyone to see, then he quickly started to feel like a lesbian so he tried to make himself think of something else. After much deliberation, Brian finally concluded that he would just have to get some more pictures of Justin to put up around the loft, so that he wouldn’t feel as guilty. Just as Brian was preparing to resume his concentration on the computer after his extended work break, he unexpectedly got an idea for their next role-play scenario. Brian checked the clock, and realised that Justin would be home in about twenty minutes. “Plenty of time.” Brian smiled to himself as he quickly turned off the contemptuous computer, and took off to the bedroom to set about getting ready for the new evening that he had just been inspired to create. Sure enough, after twenty-three minutes had passed, the loft door slid open as Justin made his appearance. “Brian, I’m home.” Justin called, his voice echoing through the loft. “Why Mr Taylor,” Brian smiled as he walked down the bedroom steps, camera in hand and dressed in tight fitting jeans and a black Armani shirt that only had the bottom three buttons fastened, exposing his perfectly toned chest, “Fashionably late as always. A most common trait in models.” “Huh?” Justin remarked. Brian’s grin grew broader as he saw the perplexed look in Justin’s eyes. “You are Justin Taylor, the famous model aren’t you?” Brian asked trying to clarify the situation, “You’re here for a photo shoot.” “Oh!” Justin exclaimed as he suddenly realised what was going on. “Oh yes of course, a photo shoot with the world famous photographer Brian Kinney.” “Yup. That would be me.” Brian replied, glad that Justin had slipped into his role so easily. “Pleased to meet you.” Justin chuckled as he held out his hand. “Likewise.” Brian shook the delicate outstretched artist’s hand. Deciding that the handshake was not enough physical contact, Brian proceeded to lean down so that he could kiss each of Justin’s cheeks in the pretentious celebrity style, making Justin giggle. “So what kind of shoot have you got planned for me Mr Kinney?” Justin asked, looking inquisitively around the loft for clues. “I have a few outfits already planned out for you. Mostly designer. Prada, Gucci, Armani.” Brian recited as he counted each of them on his fingers. “Sounds great.” Justin said enthusiastically. “So when do we get started?” “Follow me.” Brian answered as he set off toward the bedroom. Justin eagerly followed behind, wondering if Brian was actually going to let him try on some of the most-expensive clothes that lurked in the depths of Brian’s closet. Justin almost couldn’t contain his excitement as he saw the outfits that had been laid out on the bed, ready for him to “model”. “I think we’ll start with formal wear first,” Brian commented as he placed his camera on the nightstand in exchange for a gray Armani suit that he pretended to examine, “Is that alright Mr Taylor?” “That’s fine.” Justin smiled; he couldn’t believe that Brian was actually giving him permission to wear his clothes. Justin usually had to wait until he was alone in the loft before having a sneaky “dress-up” session of Brian’s treasured possessions. “Would you like any help getting ready?” Brian enquired, eyebrow raised suggestively. “Of course.” Justin replied, as he felt himself grow hard thinking about Brian’s amazingly talented hands dressing him. It was a weird concept, typically Justin would rather his clothes were being removed by Brian rather than put on. “Let’s get to it then. Take off your clothes and I’ll help you put on the suit.” Brian began to take the clothing off the hangers and Justin quickly pulled off his t-shirt and sweat pants. Brian couldn’t help but steal a glance at Justin who stood in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs, the outline of his hard cock clearly visible underneath the thin material. Brian swallowed before he held out a white shirt behind Justin so that the blond could slip his arms through the sleeves. Brian then turned Justin around so that he could fasten the buttons on the shirt and made sure that he let his fingers rub against Justin’s chest through the soft fabric of the shirt. When the final button had been done up on the collar, Brian couldn’t help but stare in to the blue eyes that were looking lustfully up at him. Trying to distract himself, Brian quickly handed Justin the tailored pants. After Justin had pulled them up his slender legs, Brian took it upon himself to “help” by pulling up the fly. Justin gasped as Brian’s hand purposefully rubbed against his leaking cock. “Is everything alright?” Brian grinned as he caressed Justin’s dick through the pants again, as he buttoned them. “Yes.” Justin panted. “Good.” Brian replied, having finished adjusting the pants beginning to search for a tie that would perfectly suit Justin and the outfit. Finally, Brian settled on an azure silk tie that perfectly complimented Justin’s dazzling eyes. Justin smiled, as Brian lifted his collar and proceeded to carefully fasten the tie. As a final touch, the matching gray Armani jacket was added and Brian stood back to admire Justin. Although the suit was a little too big, having been tailored to fit Brian, Justin still looked incredibly hot in it. “How do I look?” Justin asked. “Fabulous!” Was Brian’s clichéd reply. Brian picked up his camera from the nightstand and used it to gesticulate towards the computer desk as he said, “Let’s get started.” Brian made sure that he let Justin go first so that he could walk behind and watch the “model’s” ass as he walked through the loft. Justin took up a position in front of the desk and waited for Brian’s instructions. Brian made some final adjustments to his camera, so that he could give his full attention to the excited-looking Justin throughout the shoot. “Okay,” Brian said as he looked up from his camera, “Firstly I would like you positioned in front of the desk, standing quite casually, with your hands in your pockets.” Justin moved so that he mimicked all of Brian’s instructions. “That’s good.” Brian smiled as he moved closer to Justin and began to take the first few photographs. Justin smiled his “sunshine smile” and Brian captured it on film, or on the digital camera’s memory card at least. Brian accompanied his photo taking with occasional requests such as “look left”, “look right”, “head up” and “turn sideways”. Justin posed in every stance that Brian asked, a complete natural at being a model. Every so often Brian would stop and use his hands to change the position of Justin in a way that he felt he could not describe. Brian would make sure that each time he repositioned Justin, he let his hands linger and caress for just a little bit longer than a professional photographer. Towards the end of this part of the shoot Brian became more daring, as he undid the top two buttons on Justin’s shirt and told him to bend over the desk. Brian made sure that he got a few decent shots of Justin’s ass before moving him into some other more “revealing” poses. As the final pictures for the “formal wear” were completed Justin sat up from his position of being laid out on his back across the length of the desk. “You were great.” Brian murmured as he pulled Justin close to him, pretending to smooth out the clothes, but using it as a chance to run his hands anywhere he desired. “If I were a real photographer,” Brian smiled as he thought to himself, “I would have had a sexual harassment lawsuit by now.” Brian was brought back to reality when he realised that he was rubbing just a little bit too much on Justin’s crotch and the blond was urgently tapping his arm to make him stop. “Sorry about that Mr Taylor.” Brian laughed. “I got a little bit carried away with smoothing your pants.” “I’m sure you did.” Justin gulped as he tried to calm his aching cock down. “Time for the next outfit.” Brian announced as he directed Justin towards the bedroom once more. “Casual wear this time.” Once in the bedroom, Justin let Brian undress him. Brian smiled as he noticed the growing wet stain on Justin’s tight underwear. “I’ll leave you alone to get changed in to this.” Brian informed as he handed Justin the next outfit. “I have to go and get the next location ready.” Brian swiftly made his way to the kitchen where he decided the next shoot would take place. He quickly grabbed some utensils and laid them out across the counter. Then he began to rummage through the refrigerator to find some food that he could use. This task proved difficult as the refrigerator was mostly filled with bottled water and poppers. Brian gave up on the fridge and decided to try his luck with the freezer instead. Brian smiled, as he found a carton of ice cream, and not a moment too soon, as Justin was just making his way down the bedroom steps. “I’m ready!” Justin called. “Well get your ass over here then.” Brian retorted as he took in Justin’s gorgeous appearance. This time, Justin’s outfit consisted of some tight-fitting jeans, with a black Gucci belt, that hugged his ass in all the right places, and a long-sleeved black sweater. Justin sauntered over to the kitchen, in a very model-like way, to display his sexy attire. Brian ran his hands smoothly through Justin’s silky hair a couple of times to give it the “just-fucked” informal look. “Right,” Brian picked up the camera once more, “I want you to pretend that you’re cooking a delicious meal to please your amazing lover.” “Okay.” Justin smiled, as he moved around to the opposite side of the counter to Brian. Brian began taking pictures again, as Justin leaned over the counter, smiling all the time as he picked up various utensils and began posing with them. “Eat some ice cream.” Brian instructed. Justin took up a spoon and slowly scooped himself a large blob of ice cream, aware of the camera flashing, capturing each of his movements. Justin suggestively licked at the white substance, all the while looking directly at Brian and the camera lens. Justin then took the entire spoon in his mouth and closed as his eyes as he sucked the metal object in and out so that it was just visible between his crimson lips. Brian almost forgot to click the shutter as he imagined that the spoon was his cock and the creamy ice cream was his come. As a small amount of the ice cream ran down Justin’s chin, he used a finger to scoop it up and placed the finger up to his mouth a began to lick at the tip in small circles. This was almost too much for Brian so he gasped out, “Next outfit!” before his cock became even more impossibly hard from Justin’s provocative ice cream behaviour. Justin grinned as he put the spoon down and made his way back in to the bedroom, closely followed by Brian. “So what am I going to model next?” Justin said as he began to take off the sweater. “Underwear.” Brian simply stated and a smile began to materialize on both of their faces. “Where do you want me?” Justin asked once he had removed his “casual wear”. “On the bed.” Brian informed. Justin didn’t need telling twice as he quickly spread himself out on the dark blue sheets, “On your stomach.” Brian commanded. Justin complied and rolled over so that he was looking up at Brian, who towered above him, camera at the ready. Justin looked up at Brian, pouting his lips and making his eyes wide. “That’s it.” Brian encouraged, as he snapped picture after picture of the blond. Justin turned over onto his back and arched upwards, thrusting his hips in the air. Brian knelt down on the bed and leant over Justin, capturing each of the sexy poses close up. “Touch yourself.” Brian almost whispered as he stood up again so that he could get some more wide-angled shots. Justin reached down to his underwear and began to rub himself through the fabric, all the while arching up from the bed so that he pointed his cock in the direction of the camera lens. “Take them off.” Was Brian’s next request, as he pointed at the black boxer-briefs that were extremely moist from Justin’s pre-come. As Justin slid them down his legs and over his ankles, Brian was there to capture every movement. Justin’s beautiful cock was now on display for Brian to zoom his camera in on and photograph. “I guess I won’t be able to display these particular photos around the loft.” Brian thought as he moved so that he could get another angle on Justin so that the whole of his naked body could be photographed. Justin moaned as Brian reached down to reposition his legs so that they were spread wider on the bed. As another drop of pre-come leaked from Justin’s dick, Brian realised that he was running out of memory card space on his camera. Brian had already planned for the moment when he wouldn’t be able to use this particular camera anymore. Another camera was already in position to take its place, although, it was not the same kind of camera. “How would you like to make the transition from model to film star?” Brian breathed, his voice deep and sexy as he pointed to the video camera that was positioned on a stand and angled toward the bed. Justin gulped; he hadn’t even noticed it there as he got changed. He considered how he would forever be immortalised having Brian fuck him. The thought turned him on so much that he could only moan his answer of, “Fuck me.” Brian set about turning on the video camera and looked at the LCD screen to make sure that it was focused on the bed. Brian pressed the record button and walked over to the bed where he knelt in front of Justin. Giving the camera a show, Justin licked across Brian’s exposed chest, revealing more of it as he unfastened each of the buttons on the silk shirt. As Brian pulled the rest of the shirt off down his arms, Justin had already begun to lick and suck on his nipples. Brian pulled Justin upwards and they met in a kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. Both were playing up to the camera as they chased each other’s tongues in their mouths. Brian pulled back only to begin kissing the blond once more, consuming Justin’s lips and slipping his tongue between them, eyes closed in pleasure. When they had finished, Justin was left panting, only for Brian to push him down so that he was on his back. Brian took Justin’s cock in his ravenous mouth and sucked up and down rapidly. Just a Justin was about to come; Brian let his dick slip from his mouth and teasingly squeezed Justin’s balls. Brian, deciding that he was overdressed for the occasion, made a point of pulling his pants and underwear down so that his hard cock was released in full view of the camera. Justin meanwhile, had grabbed a condom from the nightstand and before Brian could pose any longer, Justin was slipping the latex down his erection. Brian closed his eyes and moaned as he felt Justin’s delicate artist hands caressing over his hard-on. Brian kissed Justin again, before pushing him face down on to the bed so that he was side-on to the camera. Brian picked up the tube of lube a squeezed a generous amount of it on his fingers. He rubbed the digits together before parting Justin’s ass cheeks and running the sticky substance over Justin’s hole. Justin grunted as Brian slid the fingers inside him and worked the lube thoroughly in to his tight ass. Brian withdrew his fingers and placed his hands on Justin’s hips, encouraging him to thrust his ass in the air. Brian positioned his cock at Justin’s hole but before he penetrated him, he leant forward and whispered in to Justin’s ear, “You’re a porn star Sunshine. Make sure you talk dirty like one.” Following Brian’s instruction Justin responded by moaning, “Fuck me with you big, hard cock Mr Kinney. Fuck me into the mattress.” With that, Brian quickly pushed his dick inside Justin’s ass. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” Brian gasped as he began to push in and out of the warm channel. As Brian sped up his thrusts Justin growled, “Oh yeah! Oh! Fuck me Mr Kinney! Harder!” Brian reacted to Justin’s sex ramblings by pumping in and out of Justin faster and harder. “You like it when I fuck you hard?” Brian panted out. Justin answered by meeting each of the thrusts by arching upwards so that Brian went even deeper inside him. “Ahhh! I’m gonna come!” Justin moaned out as Brian’s cock jabbed at his prostate. Brian was bent completely over Justin’s body as he pushed in a few more times and before long, they were both coming, Justin moaning as he shot over his stomach, and Brian gasping out, his mouth wide as he came in the condom, deep within Justin. Brian held Justin’s hand tightly as he rammed his dick into the contracting hole trying to prolong their orgasm. As the both rodE out the final waves, they collapsed down on the bed, entangled with each other’s sweaty bodies. Both men lay panting for a few minutes before Brian pulled out of Justin and rolled off him to stop the camera from recording. Brian then returned to the bed where he lay with his arms open, beckoning Justin to him. “Well Mr Kinney,” Justin snickered, “I don’t think I’ll be using your photography agency again. You were most inappropriate!” Brian laughed as he nuzzled against Justin neck. “But it was fucking hot.” Brian replied in his defence, his voice somewhat muffled. “Yeah it was.” Justin mused as he settled his head on Brian’s chest and closed his eyes contentedly. Brian pulled the duvet up over both of them. Brian’s last thoughts before succumbing to sleep were, “I wonder what the guy developing the photographs will think…He’ll probably make copies for himself…Oh well…” With that Brian’s eyelids drooped for a final time and the two men fell asleep in each other’s arms.