“Of course.”
I appreciate that I can’t even hear his eye roll. Even if it’s there, it’s well hidden.
While they change, I take several sips of my tea, using the familiar taste to settle my mind. It doesn’t matter who he is; there are two key facts I need to remember. One, he’s clearly in a relationship. Two, this is business. I need to be professional.
When they come out, Tomy is in the skimpiest little shorts and a crop top. Larson is in jeans and a tank. Well… only one of them got the memo about the kinds of clothing that people typically wear. I’m impressed that he even brought jeans.
“One of my favorites is against the wall when the guy is pulling his shirt up and we see his sexy abs,” Tomy says, and I think I know the one he’s talking about. “I think maybe one of Larson like that, but also, one with me on my knees in front of him like that. Looking up and drooling over what I see?”
Well, that won’t be hard. If the abs he’s hiding under his shirt match the sexiness of his arms, I can only imagine.
“Okay, good,” I say and gesture for them to join me in the bedroom. There’s a single wall that’s empty. I have a green screen that I can move anywhere to change the vibe if need be, but I think the elegant-looking wall of the bedroom will be fine.
I gesture to the wall and then pause. This is the part where I typically adjust them by hand. But that means touching Larson, and there’s a chance that I might lose my composure. It’s already hanging on by a thread. It doesn’t help that it feels like his eyes are trained on me alone.
You’re a fucking boss,I growl inside my head.Get your shit together!
I don’t do well with being yelled at. Even by myself, so it’s enough to make my spine stiffen. “Over here, Larson. Lean against the wall in a relaxed, confident way. I want to see the kind of body language that says, ‘Yeah, I know I’m hot.’”
Tomy grins as he watches.
Larson’s eyes remain locked on mine, and fuck if I don’t feel the heat of his attention sizzling through my body. I’ve yet to hear him speak, as it’s been Tomy doing all the talking. It was his voice alone speaking to Lawrence as they were led in.
Without comment, Larson leans against the wall. I wouldn’t say his posture and expression are sexy confidence. He looks just as possessed as I feel, his attention still on me.
There’s something in the way he’s watching me that has me pulling my camera up. “Don’t move,” I say. “Don’t change anything.”
His chest rises and falls, but his eyes are locked. Even through the lens of the camera, I can feel his focus on me. I snap a picture. The lighting isn’t right, but I adjust my angle, making a slow half circuit around him so I can capture this from every side. His eyes follow me. By the time I finish, I feel breathless.
Fuck’s sake. He hasn’t even shown me his abs!
“Do you know the image that Tomy is referring to?” I ask him.
Larson nods. I watch his hand as it comes out of his pocket and grips the bottom of his tank. He slides it up against his skin, revealing the sexiest fucking stomach I’ve ever seen. He stops at his heart, and my mouth is filled with fucking saliva.
I want to lick him.
I’m not at all prepared for when he actually flexes his stomach and the clear six pack becomes incredibly pronounced with a distinct trail of hair from his navel dipping into the waist of his jeans.
Holy fucking queen of the gods, I’ve never been more hypnotized.
Without meeting his eyes, I make another slow circuit around him, his eyes remaining on me. Tomy and Lawrence are entirely forgotten for several minutes as I instruct him in what isbeginning to feel like a very intimate photoshoot with a man who isn’t on the market.
I don’t know who this man is or why he affects me like he does, but I can feel in my soul that he’s mine.
Chapter Two
LARSON FAULKNER III
Tomyand I went to high school together. I wouldn’t say we were friends, but we had a mutual understanding. We were gay in a place where that wasn’t safe, so we kept each other’s secret. I think we may have had a mutual crush on each other, too.
We kept in touch over the years. He isn’t into hockey, but he’s followed my career. He was the first who messaged me when I came out to the world once I’d been drafted into the NHL.
Over the years since high school, we’ve flirted and planned to get together. We’ve sexted from time to time. We’ve sent each other sexy photos and five-second cum shot videos.
It’s not that we’ve waited for each other to become single so we can get together. Or that we’ve pined over each other and not dated others. We’ve both had boyfriends since leaving high school. Our flirting cuts off when one or both of us are in relationships, but it always picks up again when we’re both single.
It’s been a couple of years since we’ve been single at the same time, so when my team was miraculously scheduled for eightdays off in a row over the New Year holiday, we decided that we’d actually give it a go and see what happened. See if all the flirty tension between us leads to something more.
