Author: Zazu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon
Pairings: 1x2
Summary: Duo is an upcoming photographer who has a new model to shoot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence. All of the characters depicted in this story are adults.
Author's Note: Not beta-read. Duo's P.O.V.
My Model Part 1
"Chin out a little," I directed, focusing the lens and taking several shots as he moved. "Can you slide a thumb into your pocket? Good. Tilt your hips out a little more, perfect!"
We'd been at this for about an hour as he modelled for a Calvin Klein photo shoot, and I put my camera down when he went to go change into the fourth product. Taking a drink of water from my bottle, I sat down in a chair and waited, trying to reign in my libido.
Being a photographer had been a passion of mine since I was old enough to hold a camera. I'd moved on from events to wedding shoots, from runway shows to magazine spreads and advertisements. But the one thing I failed to understand was how the average photographer, particularly the ones who did more sensual jobs, managed to stay unaffected.
Basically, I failed to understand how the man behind the camera managed to remain flaccid when filming porn.
Still, Calvin Klein was too good of an offer to turn down and this was actually not the first shoot I'd done. I signed a two-year contract with them after a couple of arranged shoots and his was already the second year into the job. The contract's stipulation was that I didn't do photo shoots for other undergarments company, which didn't really matter to me because CK certainly paid well enough.
Someone approached me and I looked up with a sigh. "Do you have to do this to me?" I asked in a petulant tone.
"Do what, Duo?" the model asked with a small smirk. "I only came to ask you if you still wanted to use the same background. If not, they may have to alter my hair and stuff."
I considered this, casting a quick glance to his hip area. "No, I think we're good here," I said.
"All right." He didn't move away though. "Almost finished. Another two boxer briefs."
I sighed. "Not a moment too soon," I said. He touched my cheek and I smiled up at him.
The model in front of me was Heero Yuy, and in my opinion he was CK's best find in the last year. Heero was actually my test, just as I was his. I had to shoot him, and he had to model for me. We'd worked out well together and both of us had landed contracts with CK. With his Asian features but stunning blue eyes and a toned body to go with it all, he was ideal for the job.
Ideal for me.
We'd first interacted in a celebratory dinner after signing our contracts. He was quiet and reserved, but soon enough I realized he had a wicked sense of humour. We went out for a few dinners and movies, although sporadically due to our working schedules, and soon began to date. We teased one another about how I was his photographer, since it was through photographing him that I got the CK contract, and how he was my model alone, since it was my camera that got him the CK contract. Either way, he was one of several models I worked with, although I assured him he was the only one I really considered 'my model', and I was the only photographer for him.
Good thing for that, because although I realize the public would see pictures of my lover plastered in front of CK stores, I didn't want any one else doing his photos. It's almost an intimate thing for me, and the thought of him posing mostly naked for another photographer was hard to bear. But here, I was the one who could choose the photos to be used, provided I adhered to the theme of the shoot, and I did my very best to make sure I got the best shots possible.
I know, it sounds a little contradictory, that I disliked letting anyone else photograph Heero but wanted to flaunt him to the rest of the world.
The rest of the shoot went by quickly because of how well Heero and I were able to work together, although we had an issue with lighting and whether he should just strip the jeans off.
I was certainly against that; they were seeing enough of him as it was!
Needless to say, it wasn't difficult to corner him when the job was complete; all it took was for me to ask my assistant to start showing the CK representative the photos we'd done, noting the ones that I thought were particularly good. There were over a hundred photos and that task alone would occupy them for at least half an hour. Making an excuse about putting my things away so nothing could be damaged, I slipped off to find Heero.
He knew me well; he hadn't changed out of his last 'costume' and was standing with his arms crossed, leaning his shoulders against the wall, hip jutted out. His jeans were open and pushed down just a little, giving me a view of his package encased in those black boxer briefs he had been modelling.
"I wish you'd only model for me," I said as I leaned close for a kiss.
"I only model the important bits to you," he replied against my lips. I tasted him thoroughly as I traced my hands down his sides and his arms came up around my shoulders, holding me close. "Coming home with me after this?" he asked when I tilted my head to worship his slender neck.
I sighed against him. "No, I have to go back with them to talk through the photos."
"Tonight, then," he said. "I'll have dinner waiting for you."
I slid my hands around to his back and managed to worm my fingers into the tight jeans. He gasped when I gripped his buttocks, pulling him forward against my crotch. His arms tightened around my shoulders as I massaged his ass, grinding us together with that option and teasing him as I did so.
"Duo..." he moaned softly.
"Do you have any idea how hot you were?" I asked roughly, grinding us harder together. I wormed one hand from his back pocket to undo the front of my own jeans so that I could rub our arousals together, separated by our underwear alone. "That's it, Heero, tilt your hips further out, lift your chin..."
I nipped along his jaw until my lips were at his ear. "Good thing you get to keep these samples, hm?"
"Why?" he asked breathlessly as we ground against one another.
"Because I'm going to make you come in them," I promised. Kissing him fiercely, I pulled my hands from his back pockets after another grope and walked him right up against the wall, grinding hard against him. His moan was muffled by my lips but it turned me on even more. Leaning back a little, I took in his flushed cheeks, head back against the wall, his mouth open as he panted, eyes closed.
"When I go home tonight," I said. "I'm going to pin you onto the bed and rub against you until you're desperate to come. I want pictures of you, because you're just so damn beautiful!"
"Okay," he breathed. "So long as...no one sees."
"Only me," I promised. The hell if anyone would see those pictures, especially if they turned out good.
With that, I dropped to my knees and began to mouth him through his boxers, sliding my hands up the backs of his thighs to grip his ass again, pushing him against me. His hands pressed my head against his groin; he loves it when I mouth him like this. The material was already wet with his precum and even wetter with my saliva now, and I paused, mouth on him, looking up at him.
"Want this?" I asked, teasing him.
"Yes!" he hissed, pushing my head forward again. So I doubled my efforts and was quickly rewarded when he stiffened and came, his cock twitching, his seed saturating the material of the boxer briefs. Pushing my own boxers down, I quickly jerked myself off as I continued to mouth him, knowing how well he likes to be touched after climax. He was making small, quiet noises, his hands massaging my scalp, and with the heady scent of him strong in my nostrils, I came hard over my hand and the floor.
Pressing a lingering kiss on his groin, I stood up and fished some Kleenex from my pocket. Cleaning myself up, I looked up to see his smile and returned it.
"Tonight," I said.
"You're lucky I like to watch you behind your camera," he said, pulling me close. "I like it when your eyes study my body, when you scrutinize the light and shadows, lines and definition."
I nuzzled him. "I'll never get tired of studying you," I whispered.
"So will you let me play with your toys?" he asked, still holding me. "I might be amateur but maybe I can get some good shots of you."
I rubbed my groin against his. "I trust you with my most important toy, so I don't see why I wouldn't let you play with some other ones, too."
I could feel his smile against my jaw. "I promise to be careful. They are your assets, after all." His fingers teased the head of my cock since I'd yet to tuck myself back in, and I laughed, pulling away reluctantly.
I couldn't resist pausing studying his sated expression, lazy smile in place. Committing it to memory, I traced a finger along over his lips.
"Tonight," I promised. "You're my model, and mine alone."
TBC...
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