“It isn’t a problem for me for you to film as long as you blur my face.”
“We will make sure your face isn’t shown,” I assure her. “And none of our information has changed. I also still consent to you taking nude photos, and even though Magnus is comfortable speaking for me, I don’t need privacy either.” I assume my verbal consent is as important as Magnus’s. I don’t want Sasha to somehow find herself with a liability issue.
Sasha points to the security cameras that record the happenings in the lobby. “Those record audio and visual, and I have the same set up in my studio too. You’ll be nude on security footage too,” she reminds us.
That info was also on the consent forms we signed online.
“We remember,” Magnus replies, and I verbally confirm too.
“Alrighty then,” she says cheerfully and beckons us to follow.
She leads us into a dark studio with lights set up surrounding a black set. There are places to sit, low stools, and other props, but everything is covered in a black sheet. There’s a couch also covered in a sheet, but that is outside of the circle of studio lights.
We immediately set up three cameras on tripods—one facing the sofa where we’re obviously going to be taking our breaks, and the other two we set up to face the stage where we’ll have our photos taken.
Sasha picks up a bottle of baby oil and hands it to me after we check the angles on our cameras. “You can put your clothes on the sofa, and I want you both slathered in baby oil. The shine on your skin will make for nice photos. Since you want erect photos, you can use time to get yourselves hard. I like working with music; will that bother either of you?”
Magnus is already pulling off his shirt when he answers. “I like music.”
I chuckle because his taste in music is eclectic, and I doubt she’s talking about traditional Chinese compositions. “If you like C-pop, he works out to that, K-pop, and J-pop. I like everything,”I explain as I set aside the baby oil and sit down to take off my shoes and socks.
“I have a playlist with all the East Asian pop I could find,” she assures us, moving to get the music going.
While she does that, Magnus and I get naked, and it’s weird for me. Not being naked with Magnus—we’ve done that enough that I’m used to it; being naked in front of a girl with Magnus is weird. I know we’re all trying to be professional here, but as my underwear hit the floor and I reach down to fold them over the rest of my clothes, I’m hit with a bout of nerves that might make getting hard difficult.
Magnus grabs the baby oil and pulls my arm so that I’m facing him. He looks up at me, pushing his curly bangs out of his face and stepping in close enough to talk to me quietly. “Nerves are hitting you now,” he states, matter of fact
This fucker. I know he knows me—obviously—but he could ask instead of pointing this shit out.
His eyes widen briefly. “I should have asked.”
“You are not a mind reader,” I reiterate, even though he might as well be.
He chortles, patting my chest. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking that this is like having a live audience, and we’ve never been nude together in front of other people like this. I was wondering if you needed help taking your mind off the awkwardness.”
I run my fingers through my hair and grab the mineral oil from him. “What did you have in mind?”
He leans in close to murmur in my ear, and Sasha comes into view in my periphery, watching us with a camera in hand. We’re not in the circle of lights, but she lifts her camera and takes a picture nonetheless.
“I was thinking that we should use her to tease the idea of us getting together. She’s already subscribed, so she knows about the ’shippers, even if she isn’t among their number. If we act likewe’re pretending to not be into each other, we can get first hand data about how at least some of our female subscribers will act about us later.”
Use her as a data point. This is our business, and this is our marketing ploy. It does help with the nerves, and that kind of surprises me. I guess it’s easier to be naked and horny when my head’s in the game.
I nod and glance at her as I lean into his ear, putting my hand on his bicep to see how she reacts. “That helps. Thank you. I’m not a mind reader, but she looks suspicious, and she’s taking pics of us standing like this together.”
Magnus nods as I drop my hand like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. “Perfect. Let’s get oiled up. We’ll have to do each other's backs.”
I take half a step back and open the mineral oil, pouring a good amount straight on Magnus's chest and then doing the same with mine. I set the oil down as he starts rubbing it over his body, and I do the same, making sure it’s spread from my neck to my toes. When I’m done, Magnus pours it on my back and spreads it around all the way to my ass, which he isn’t shy about.
His touch on my shoulders causes my breath to hitch, and the familiar swell of arousal begins the lower he moves his hands. It’s a mind fuck that Magnus touching me gets me going, but I push away the weirdness because I need to get aroused anyway for the photo shoot. Instead of letting myself freak out about it, I grab my cock and encourage it with a few strokes.
When Magnus finishes, I turn and do the same for him. I start at his shoulders like he did with me and work my way down, taking a knee when I get to his ass. His body’s lithe everywhere, including his glutes, and somewhere in the back of my mind some instinct triggers and the urge to test his boundaries hits me with force. I massage his glutes and run myfingers through his cleft even though we don’t have any plans to photograph our assholes.
Magnus doesn’t even tense when I brush over his hole. If anything, he relaxes even more. When I do it again, I glance up to find him watching me over his shoulder. I don’t know what the look on his face is, but it yanks me out of whatever headspace I just fell into. I quickly drop my hands and stand, and when he turns, I discover we’re both ready for this photoshoot.
Hard and horny, I turn my attention to our photographer. “Where do you want us?” I ask over the sound of G.E.M. singing a love ballad through the sound system.
Sasha’s eyes travel over the both of us like a physical touch, but it’s not lascivious. No, she’s in full photographer mode—the artist is here, and she’s perusing her medium. “Let’s get the couple shots first. The longer you’re hard the better the close-up shots will be. Make sure you’re keeping yourselves on edge between poses.”
