“Yeah. I bought it for you for theluncheon next week. It looked good on you, and I don’t need my assistantlooking like a fucking slob.”
I turn to Tad. He’s not lookingDarren in the eyes. Like he’s just as flustered about the shirt as I am aboutbeing nearly naked in front of Darren.
“Oh, well, thanks,” Darren says.
“Whatever,” Tad says quickly. Heglances at me briefly, and I sense that his gesture was more thoughtful thanhe’s letting on. Maybe he feels bad about being such a dick that day.
After the makeup artist covers myass with foundation and is satisfied with his work, another PA approaches andurges me, Tad, Darren, and Debra into the main part of the building. Kiernanwon’t be joining us for this particular event. He made it very clear there arecertain things a father just can’t unsee. And I doubt it was about seeing Tad’sdick and ass as much as it was about seeing his son posing with another man.
An arched green screen is set upin the spacious, cement-floored warehouse. A man with a camera, whom I presumeis the photographer, snaps a few shots of the floor, checking something in thecamera while three assistants set up umbrellas and light stands before thegreen screen. Darren and Debra sit in chairs behind a table covered in boxes oflenses and various pieces of equipment. A laptop is set in the middle, whichone of the PAs sits at, typing vigorously.
The photographer approaches andsmiles pleasantly. “Martin Shwartz. What was your name again?”
“Bryce.”
“Nice meeting you, Bryce. Tad,good seeing you again.”
He scans me up and down. “Lookinggood, Bryce, looking good. Don’t think we’re going to need too much Photoshoppinghere, which is always nice. We just need to be super-careful with that guy.”
He eyes my dick and then me, as ifto suggest he wouldn’t mind taking a break so he can get a few shots of it…orfrom it, perhaps.
He pats my shoulder. “Guess we’dbetter get to work then.”
He heads to the table and fetchesa few pieces of equipment. Tad folds his arms while I admire the definition inhis back, which I haven’t had a chance to grip onto the past few weeks.
I can’t lie to myself and pretendI don’t want to be inside him again. I feel bad because I was never the kind ofguy who got so hot for a guy that I couldn’t maintain at least a few standards,but with Tad, I’m too willing to break too many rules.
While Darren and Debra set up twofold-out chairs beside the equipment table, Darren scans me up and down beforeoffering a wink.
I’m flattered. Since I startedhaving to come up with excuses for not hanging out with him so that I could sneakoff and fuck Tad, I haven’t tried anything with him. I feel bad for all thetimes I led him on. But now I’m definitely not pursuing him. I already went toofar with Tad. No need to complicate things even more.
“Just chill the fuck out, okay?” Tadwhispers as he turns back to me.
“I’m doing the best I can to chillright now.”
My gaze drifts to his jockstrap. Whydoes he have to look so fucking hot in everything he wears? I swear, I couldput him in a tutu, and he’d still look amazing.
When Martin returns, he takes afew practice shots and adjusts his camera. “Okay. Now you two actually have toget close and act like you like each other,” he says with a smile. If he onlyknew…
“Did you hear that, sweetie,” Tadsays. He turns back to me, wraps his arm around my waist, and snuggles upagainst me. “Just smile for the camera.”
“Fuck you.”
Martin returns and instructs usthrough various poses, several of which we have to hold each other during. Afew where we don’t. I’m stiff. Rigid. Tense. I can only imagine what a prudeI’ll look like in these pics. Tad, of course, doesn’t have any problem. Hisposes are hot, and they come across as natural. I can see why he was such amedia darling with Jordan. He has a natural charisma that he can clearly turnon for the camera whenever he needs to.
After what feels like an hour of twistingour bodies into awkward poses, Martin’s PAs changing the lighting setups, andrecovering from nearly blinding flashes of light, Martin says, “Okay, let’slose the underwear.”
“What?”
He eyes me curiously. “I want toget a few shots of you guys without. I assumed that you knew…”
“Oh, he knew,” Tad says as hequickly removes his jockstrap and tosses it aside. He turns around like hewants me to see his fully exposed cock and perfectly manscaped pubes. I spent ahalf an hour trimming my own the night before, so I guess I really can’t saythat I didn’t expect this moment. I was just hoping that once they gave me the g-stringI wouldn’t need to go any further.
“Come on,” Tad says, “It’s onlyfair.”
I look towards Debra and Darren,who are preoccupied with their phones, neither impressed with the show anymore,surely on account of their minds adjusting to our exposed state. As much as Idon’t want to do this, I recall Roeder telling me when I chatted with him onthe phone about it that I needed to fucking grow a pair and do what needed tobe done. And at this point, what the fuck do I have to hide?
I remove my g-string. A few of thePAs glance over, and Darren looks up from his phone. I blush.
