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Treize finished setting up the backdrop, then started to take light
readings on his handheld light meter. The key was to get the right
level of even, diffused light from all sides, so there were no
shadows no matter what angle you shot from. He glanced at the sheet
he had been given; today's model was blonde, so he adjusted the
lights to give a more golden glow.
Treize was one of the industry's top lingerie and swimsuit
photographers. He had the knack of making all his models look even
more beautiful, and the models loved him because he was gay and
didn't hit on them. The arrangement worked perfectly; Treize was
objective and could view the models as the objects of beauty they
were, and make the most of them. Without getting distracted.
Unfortunately, he had forgotten that he had agreed to do a favor for
a friend. This friend shot mostly men, and she had been called out
of town last week and had asked Treize to cover for her. Today's
model was an up-and-coming male swimsuit model, and Treize was about
to get the surprise of his life.
Treize had his back turned to the dressing room when he heard the
door open. Without turning, he said, "Almost ready, be right with
you, make yourself comfortable."
He almost dropped the film he was loading when a deep, sexy,
decidedly masculine voice answered, "Ok, thanks."
Treize whirled around and laid eyes on a fantasy come true. Oh fuck.
From the top of his platinum-blond, longhaired head, to the ice-blue
eyes, down the exquisitely tanned and perfectly muscled body, to the
microscopic, nicely bulging Speedos that peeked out from under the
robe he wore, the man was absolutely perfect. Treize swallowed, and
suddenly his promise to help out a friend came back to him. Damn, he
was in the wrong line of photography if this model was any
indication. "Hel~lo," he whistled involuntarily, hoping he wasn't
Zechs smiled at the shock on the photographer's face. He was used to
this reaction, but from women, and since he didn't like women that
way, this was a refreshing surprise. He'd heard of Treize before, of
course, and had looked forward to meeting him. What he hadn't known
was how gorgeous the man was. He was a few years older than Zechs,
but he liked older men. His perfect red-brown hair just begged for
Zechs' fingers to run through it, and he loved the way those
piercing blue eyes roamed over his body. Treize's snug blue jeans
hugged his athletic form perfectly, and the white t-shirt stretched
over lithe muscles. Zechs was enjoying the view as much as Treize
was. Today had suddenly gotten more interesting.
"Hello," Zechs answered, smiling. "I'm Zechs. Pleasure to meet you."
He extended a hand to Treize.
"Zechs," purred Treize, trying out the name. "The pleasure is all
mine," he added, meaning every word. "I'm Treize." He took the blond
man's hand, but instead of shaking it he brought the hand gently to
his mouth and kissed the back of it.
"I know, you're one of the best," Zechs answered, deciding he really
liked the older man's deep voice and smiling at the kiss to his hand.
Treize grinned wickedly. "Yes, I am," he agreed, with a tone that
meant he wasn't talking about photography. But then he remembered
himself; he wasn't even sure the gorgeous model was gay. He released
Zechs' hand, and bowed slightly. "Forgive my presumptuousness,
Zechs. I got carried away."
Zechs was already thoroughly charmed by the older man's
demeanor. "No apology necessary," he said enigmatically, deciding to
let Treize sweat a bit. "Where do you want me?" he spoke the
deliberately leading question with lowered eyes.
Treize swallowed. *Let me count the ways*... "On the couch for now,"
he managed finally, indicating the black leather couch in front of
"Your wish is my command," replied the blond man, making sure Treize
was watching as he dropped the robe to the floor, then walked across
the room to stand in front of the couch, his back to the other man.
Then he turned and settled on the couch, stretching strategically.
Treize was still struggling to close his mouth from Zechs'
provocative words when the man dropped the robe, revealing the rest
of his perfect body. Then he got the back view, which was even
better. Treize wondered if he would even remember how to operate his
camera while looking at this vision of pure sex. "Perfect," escaped
his lips before he realized he had spoken out loud.
Zechs smirked. "Thanks," he said modestly, trying not to become
aroused by the handsome man's eyes on him.
Treize realized he was blushing. He never blushed! This could all go
horribly wrong, he was going to embarrass himself... he tried to
concentrate on the camera as he got himself under control.
"I think we'll start with some test shots," began Treize, trying to
remember how his camera worked. "Just relax."
The blond man lay his head back on the pillows and purred, "Whatever
you want, Treize."
The photographer nearly moaned. Why did Zechs keep feeding him those
lines? It was almost as if the gorgeous man was teasing him. He
somehow managed to shoot a series of test pictures, hoping they were
in focus. He handed them off to an assistant to be developed, and
turned back to Zechs. "We have a few minutes until we can look at
the proof sheet. Did you bring the wardrobe with you?"
"Yes, I did," replied the blond, holding up a very small
bag. "There's not much to it, I'm afraid."
Treize tried to breathe as Zechs pulled out item after item, each
bathing suit smaller than the last. "I see," he managed to say
Zechs tried not to grin too widely as he watched the photographer's
reaction. "Do you think they're all right?" he asked, trying to
sound innocent. "I'm in your capable hands, Treize."
Treize's smile morphed into something more lascivious. "Oh, I think
you could wear sackcloth and ashes and make it look fabulous," he
purred, licking his lips.
"Well, I bow to your judgment," Zechs answered, lowering his
eyelashes demurely. His body was starting to react to the banter and
the older man, and he tried to keep it under control. He was a
grower, and the speedo wouldn't contain him much longer.
Treize let himself imagine Zechs bowing to him, and decided he liked
it a little too much. For all the veiled flirting, he could just be
misreading the cues. Though he was seldom wrong, Zechs was so
gorgeous that he didn't trust himself fully." So are these pictures
for a swimsuit company, or what?" he asked, trying to stick to
Zechs chuckled softly. "Not exactly, no," he said, looking a little
embarrassed. "They're for a clothing store, based in San Francisco.
They cater to a rather, um, specific clientele." He let that sink in
for a moment.
"Oh really?" Just because the store was located in the gay capitol
of the world didn't mean... Treize walked over to his desk and
pulled out the informational sheet on today's shoot. He hadn't been
wrong. His eyes widened as he read the specs; provocative shots,
just this side of soft porn, the photos were to showcase Zechs as
sexily as possible, to appeal to gay men. Well, Treize should be
good at that. He cleared his throat as he looked back up at Zechs.
Zechs smiled beatifically, knowing what Treize had just read, and
guessing his reaction. "Is that all right?" he asked sweetly.
"Oh, I think I can handle just about anything," Treize said
confidently. Though he still wasn't sure if Zechs was gay or just
"They pay handsomely," Zechs offered by way of explanation, knowing
that would just muddy the waters even more. He was enjoying this.
They were interrupted at that moment by Treize's assistant hurrying
back in with a still-damp proof sheet, and Treize looked at it
critically for a moment, seeing that he'd indeed judged the lighting
levels correctly. He finally looked up at Zechs and said, "I think
we're just about ready, then."
"I'm ready when you are," Zechs smiled, letting his legs fall open
just a little more.
Treize's gaze lingered at the juncture of those muscular limbs for a
moment, then remembered his assistant was still in the room. He
looked up at her and said, "You can go now, I think I have the, um,
situation well in hand."
He heard Zechs laugh softly as the girl looked disappointed.
"Are you sure, sir, I don't mind staying..."
"No, I'm quite sure. Run along now." Treize watched as the girl
shuffled out reluctantly, then turned to Zechs and smiled. "Alone at
Zechs nodded and looked up at Treize. "Just tell me what to do."
Treize took a shuddering breath and began to shoot. Taking the
pictures helped him focus, but then again his full attention was now
on that gorgeous body and how best to show it off. Zechs was a
natural, moving gracefully, and he certainly knew how to display his
body to its best advantage. Which really wasn't difficult.
Zechs, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He was an
exhibitionist by nature, so this was no hardship for him. Add to
that the fact that the photographer was extremely handsome, and this
was hardly work at all. The most difficult thing was to keep his
arousal at bay so it wouldn't show.
Zechs changed outfits several times, and he smirked when he saw the
next one. A g-string. He wondered just how Treize was going to react
to seeing his ass almost totally exposed.
When Zechs sauntered out of the dressing room and turned his back,
Treize nearly dropped his Nikon. He had never seen a more perfect
ass, and it was here in the flesh, such glorious flesh. And though
they were flirting up a storm, it was still general and harmless
photographer-model banter, and not really leading anywhere.
Zechs looked back over his shoulder to see Treize staring rather
obviously at his ass. Good. He smiled and turned to face the older
man. "Too much?" he asked a little breathily. He looked down.
"More like too little," murmured Treize, but then he shrugged. "But
they can always choose another shot if they don't like these." He
couldn't imagine a gay man in the country who wouldn't rush out to
the store that had this man in its advertisements.
Zechs had decided that there had been enough playing around. He
wanted Treize, and he was going to drive the man crazy now. They
began with Zechs' back to the camera, and he deliberately bent over
with his legs spread apart, showing Treize just where he wanted him.
It was too much. Treize was fully hard now, camera or no, but he
kept shooting pictures. If he was wrong about Zechs, he was going to
need a very cold shower.
Then he directed Zechs to face the camera, and the blond man did.
Treize was peering through the camera, and it was a moment before he
realized that Zechs was quite obviously aroused. The small bathing
suit barely covered him. He lowered his camera to get a better look,
then raised his eyes to Zechs' face.
The man gazed back at him, arms crossed, faint smile playing on his
full lips. "Is something wrong?" he asked innocently. Bending over
in front of Treize had turned him on incredibly, and he'd stopped
trying to fight it.
"Actually, yes," Treize said, amazed that his voice was so steady.
Zechs raised an eyebrow. "Really? I'm so sorry. Is it something I
"Most definitely," Treize answered, setting the camera aside.
"Oh dear. Is there something I can do to help?"
Treize smirked. "Well, yes. You see... I can't photograph you in
Zechs looked down at himself, his long blond hair falling into his
face. "I can't help it," he whispered, then looked up at Treize. "I
bent over for you and it happened." He smiled, then said, "Whatever
shall we do about it?"
Treize knew that this was beyond flirting. All that was left now was
the details. He stepped closer, his own arousal nearly as obvious in
his tight jeans. "Well, several things spring immediately to mind,"
"Do they? I'd love to hear about them," Zechs said, looking directly
into Treize's eyes now.
"Well," Treize answered, from about a foot away. "The most direct
way would be for me to take care of the problem manually." He
reached out and cupped Zechs' arousal through the thin fabric that
Zechs let out a soft moan. "That would certainly work," he said. He
pressed lightly against Treize's hand. "But please do go on. I'd
like to hear more."
Treize squeezed gently, massaging Zechs' cock a little. "There's
another way that could be more mutually advantageous."
Though he surely knew what the older man was suggesting, Zechs
wanted to hear him spell it out in that low sexy voice. He looked
into the older man's eyes and said, "Please... tell me..." His voice
was a low purr.
Treize had no problem with talking dirty. In fact, he enjoyed
it. "I'd suggest we begin by stripping off that lovely, small g-
string you're barely wearing."
Zechs nodded. "That sounds like a good start. Please go on."
"Then," Treize continued, "You'd go and bend over the couch for me.
Spread yourself open. Show me everything."
Now Zechs was panting, both from Treize's touch and his
words. "Yes," he moaned. "Then what? Would you look at me for a
while? Make me feel like the object I am?"
"You were made to be looked at," agreed Treize. "But I couldn't wait
too long. You're far too sexy to be kept waiting."
By this time, the g-string had abandoned all effort at keeping Zechs
modest, and Treize's slightly rough fingers were caressing bare, hot
"Th-then what?" Zechs begged, wanting to be told just what was going
to be done to him. When he was really aroused by a dominant man, his
submissive side came out.
Treize pushed the g-string out of the way and began to stroke the
other man's length. "Why, then I'll walk up behind you, oil up my
cock and shove it deep inside your tight little ass, Zechs," he said
"Oh fuck," Zechs moaned, his knees about to give out. "Do it, I want
it, please," he said, all pretense of reserve gone.
This was what Treize wanted. Zechs' unconditional surrender, and he
had it. "Then get that g-string off and get ready for me," he nearly
Zechs did as he was told, slipping off the g-string with all haste
and bending over the back of the couch. He bent deeply, spreading
his legs apart, and reached back with one hand to spread himself
open, displaying his pink entrance for Treize.
Treize just watched, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He just hoped
he could last long enough to satisfy this beautiful creature. Never
taking his eyes off Zechs, he walked over to a cabinet, reaching in
and pulling out a condom packet and a tube of lube. You never knew
when they'd be needed, so he kept those items handy. Not wanting to
waste any time, he unzipped his jeans and slipped on the
condom. "You want it bad, pretty boy?" he said as he uncapped the
lube and walked back over to Zechs.
"Yes," hissed the blond man. "So bad, want your cock..." He really
couldn't remember wanting anyone this much. The photographer was
just the epitome of sex.
Treize slathered the condom with lube, then stood behind Zechs. He
traced the man's entrance with one slick finger.
"Just fuck me," begged Zechs, trying to let Treize know that he
didn't want to wait for prep. "Need it hard and fast, please..."
No games any more, just two aroused men. Treize guided his cock to
Zechs' entrance, and took a deep breath. "Get ready," he warned, and
then with one quick thrust he began to enter.
Zechs let out a cry as he was breached. "Oh god, yes, so good, it's
perfect," he sobbed as the thick cock impaled him. He liked it just
like this, fast enough to burn a little.
Treize's mouth hung open and his eyes shut as he sank into paradise.
He moaned deeply as the tight velvet heat of the other man's body
gripped him. He moved quickly but smoothly.
Zechs was panting, finally filled with Treize's hard length. "Yes,"
he moaned. "Give it to me, Treize...." He was surprised he could
speak at all coherently. He was a creature of pure sensation.
Treize began to thrust, shallowly at first, then building up depth
and speed. He concentrated on his rhythm; Zechs' body was driving
him mad. He gripped the model's slender hips as he built up force,
and soon he was slamming into him hard enough to rock the couch.
And still Zechs asked for more.
The sounds of two men roughly coupling filled the small studio, and
had anyone walked in they would have been treated to quite a sight.
Treize was using all his strength now, pounding Zechs' lithe frame,
and now the blond reached beneath him to stroke his own cock.
"Treize, baby, gonna come..."
Treize redoubled his efforts, as he was on the edge himself.
With a wrenching cry, Zechs surrendered, spilling himself on the
leather couch and clenching around Treize's cock.
Treize had no choice but to follow, coming more quietly but just as
After a few moments, Treize found himself resting on Zechs' back. He
raised himself with effort, and whispered, "Are you all right?" The
blond man hadn't spoken since his scream.
Zechs smiled lazily, face pressed against the couch. "All right
doesn't really cover it," he murmured languidly. He turned his head
enough to see Treize. "I do hope I haven't ruined your couch."
Treize pulled out carefully, then helped Zechs to stand. "Not at
all. Leather cleans easily." He frowned a little then.
"What's the matter?" Zechs looked at the expression on the older
"It's just that I have a funny feeling we're going to have to have
another photo session soon." Treize smiled then, pulling Zechs into
his arms for their first kiss.