He that is not jealous is not in love. ~
Chapter 3
Justin had wanted to stay up late and paint, but I’d convinced him (using persuasive speech, and also my dick) that he should go to bed at a decent time. Now I was glad I had. Getting him out of bed was still nearly impossible. (This time I had to use persuasive speech and my mouth.) However, despite his moaning and bitching about getting up at the crack of 7 AM, we arrived to Kinnetik only a few minutes late.
Cynthia greeted us as we passed her desk and went into my office. She handed me the usual pile of memos and warned me that the Madison Surf people had already called to check on the status of the photo shoot.
People needed to have more confidence in me. Kinnetik didn’t win awards every year by fucking up something as simple as swimsuit ads. I sat at my desk and flipped through the memos Cynthia had handed me to make sure there was nothing urgent.
“Hey… Brian,” Justin said.
I glanced up and saw him standing on the other side of my desk. He was chewing on his lower lip and tapping his left foot anxiously.
“Yes?” I arched an eyebrow at him. He was so cute when he was nervous.
“I don’t know about this,” he said.
“You’ll be fine,” I replied, standing up and walking around the desk to him. “Don’t queen out.”
“I turn 33 today,” he said, getting two fingers under my tie and staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his. “Shouldn’t they have someone younger?”
I smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “You do realize that you don’t look a day over 28, right?”
He flushed and shook his head. “Don’t try to flatter me into doing this. I won’t. I’m not going to.”
I rolled my eyes and tugged on some of his hair gently. “You will, or your partner will lose a large account, and will have to spank you for being bad.”
The room seemed to brighten as he smiled at me. “In that case I really won’t.”
I snorted and shook my head. “You’re doing it. You’ll be fine. Just pretend you’re back at
He rolled his eyes. “I already told you, I’ve changed, it’s not the same thing.”
“You’re right. This is far less demeaning. Besides, you love the attention,” I replied, pinching his cheek and walking towards the door.
He sighed heavily. “Fine. But you’ll owe me-“
“A million blowjobs?” I asked.
”Yeah,” he replied, smiling.
When we arrived to the photo shoot room, the camera men were already setting up, and the backgrounds were in place. I preferred to do outdoor shoots on location, but Madison Surf was run by a bunch of cheap old men, so we’d done what we could. All in all, I didn’t think your average person would be able to tell the difference.
“Is this him?” the photography manager asked me.
“Justin Taylor, meet the man behind the photos, Mr. Scheid,” I said, nodding at him.
“Hi,” Justin said, sticking his hand out to shake Scheid’s hand, but of course the asshole turned away and went back to his camera. Justin glanced at me nervously.
”He’s anti-social, but he knows how to use a camera,” I explained.
Justin grinned nervously and nodded.
“Get him ready,” Scheid said, motioning for one of his assistants.
“You’ll be fine,” I told Justin, and took a seat behind the cameras. I normally didn’t interfere with photo shoots unless I thought there would be a problem, but I couldn’t just abandon Justin to the sharks. Besides, this was going to be hot.
Justin followed the young photography assistant to the dressing room to change. I hoped they had something in blue. He looked good in blue.
“Hey, Bri,” Ted said, walking over to me.
I glanced at him and frowned. “Shouldn’t you be at your desk, Theodore? And it’s Mr. Kinney.”
“Sure, Bri,” he replied. “But I didn’t want to miss Justin’s big premier.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. It was a good thing Theodore was so good at what he did, because otherwise I wouldn’t have put up with him.
“Is he nervous?” Ted asked.
“A little,” I replied. “He’ll be fine, though.”
“And you’re not jealous?” he asked, giving me a suspicious look.
“Why the fuck would I be jealous?” I asked. “Jealousy is for lesbians.”
Ted laughed. “That’s just like you. Your incredibly hot boyfriend is about to be leered at not only by everyone in this room, but people across the country, and you’re not even the slightest bit bothered.”
I shook my head and him. “Theodore, unlike you, I don’t restrict Justin or myself to a boring, pseudo-hetero monogamous lifestyle. So why the fuck should I care if he’s seen in some little swim trunks?”
Ted shrugged. “I’ll never understand it,” he replied. “After ten years of being apart, you’d think you’d be sick of tricking, and appreciate what you’ve got.”
I glanced away, tongue in cheek. Well. So maybe I hadn’t been tricking as often in the past few months. And so what if I’d only done it when Justin was there to share the trick with? He was hotter than anyone I could pick up at
“Oh, there’s the other models,” Ted said.
Three men walked into the room, each one more muscular and hot than the last. All three of them were dark skinned. One was Hispanic, one was black, and one that might have been Italian. All three of them were gorgeous, and couldn’t have been a day over 25.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked, glancing at each one’s ass as they went into the changing rooms.
“Well, they’re for the gay shots,” Ted clarified. “You said you wanted to do some normal ones, with just the main model, and some more erotic ones, for the gay ads.”
Had I said that? When did I say that? I didn’t remember saying that. “Oh,” I mumbled. “Why are they all so…”
“So hot?” Ted laughed and shrugged. “They wanted guys that could compliment how pale and petit Justin is. So we got them.”
Tongue in cheek, I watched as the lights were turned on and Justin came out of the dressing room. “Oh.” He was wearing blue swim trunks that hugged his ass perfectly. God, I wanted to take them off of him with my teeth.
“Alright, take your places,” the photo director said loudly.
Justin walked onto the set and stood there nervously. “Uh, what exactly should I do?”
Scheid waved an arm at him. “Relax! Don’t just stand there! Try to look hot!”
Even from the back of the room I could see Justin blushing. He took a deep breath and slowly relaxed, and the cameras started to flash.
“Okay, now put your leg out… that’s right, just like that,” Scheid said. He continued to direct Justin as they took more photos. Justin standing in place, hands on his hips; Justin holding a surf board; Justin sitting with his legs spread and that look on his face that he always gave me when he wanted me to fuck him particularly hard.
Speaking of hard… I glanced down at my pants and shifted, trying to hide the large bulge that was already there. Damn. I glanced around the room at everyone else. They were staring, some of them were leering, but they were being professional. Of course they were, they worked for me. And this was no big deal. So he looked hot, so what? I didn’t care.
“Okay, now for round two,” Scheid said. “Get the oil.”
“Oil?” Justin asked, as one of the female assistants approached him with a bottle in her hands.
“These are going in the adult magazines, so we need you to look slick,” Scheid explained, sounding exasperated. “Just let her put it on you.”
“Oh, um, okay,” Justin mumbled, as the girl began rubbing the oil all over him.
My cock twitched in my pants. Fuck. I was glad it was a girl rubbing that shiny shit on his body. If it had been a guy –
Wait. If it had been a guy it would have been hotter. Of course. Just hotter.
“Okay,” the girl said. “He’s covered.” She stepped out of the way of the cameras just in time for the other three models to come on set. Each of them was wearing red swim trunks. They didn’t look nearly as good in them as Justin did.
“Alright, boys, strike a pose,” Scheid said, sounding bored. “At least try to look sexy.”
I stared as the three men approached Justin. At first he looked nervous, then he relaxed again, and they posed around him.
At first they just stood together. Then they were told to stand closer. That was okay. That was fine. It was hot. Justin’s body was all shiny and covered in that oil that they’d rubbed on him, and his nipples were hard, and his hair was in his face, and he was looking at the camera with that look again.
I was going to have to get copies of these for myself.
Then one of the men put a hand on Justin’s shoulder.
I felt my entire back tense. Why the fuck was I tensing? I didn’t care. I don’t care. It’s just a fucking photo shoot. I’d seen Justin fuck other guys, it didn’t matter to me.
And I kept telling myself that, as all three men crowded around Justin, putting their hands on him, pressing against him, giving him looks that were far too good to be faked. They wanted him. Who wouldn’t? Not that I cared. I didn’t care.
“What’s with the amateur hour? I want to see something more interesting,” Scheid called out.
Then one of the men put his hand on Justin’s ass.
I jerked out of my seat and stood there, watching as another one tugged the swim shorts down just a little off Justin’s hip. He stared at the camera with a knowing look. And… fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Was he getting hard?! Those shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination. There was definitely a bulge in the front of them. He was getting hard.
Wait. Why was I standing? Why was I freaking out? It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter. Why should I care? I didn’t care. I didn’t.
Then I looked around the room.
Everyone – everyone – was staring. The room had gone silent as Justin posed with the other men, every time getting closer, every time exposing a little more skin. My gaze finally landed on Theodore.
Theodore, who was staring, open-mouthed at Justin. Theodore, who if I wasn’t mistaken, had a bulge of his own. What the FUCK.
FUCK. THIS.
“I think that’s enough,” I said, walking quickly to Scheid.
He stared at me. “Mr. Kinney, we’ve only done the first set. We have to do this with at least two other types of suits.”
I forced myself to relax, to breathe, to not freak out. Why the fuck would I freak out? I didn’t care. Why should I care? I was just tired is all. I just wanted to send Justin home so I could get back to work.
Then I realized that everyone in the room was staring at me. Fuck.
“Fine,” I replied. Every cell in my body screamed out for me to grab Justin and pull him away. I ignored it. It was an unfamiliar, fucked up feeling, and clearly I just needed to go jerk off and have some coffee and I’d be fine. I glanced at Justin, ignoring the way my cock twitched and something inside me roared to rip those bastards’ filthy hands off of MY Sunshine.
My? Mine?
Fuck. Maybe I was coming down with something.
“I’ll be in my office,” I said to Justin.
He smiled and nodded.
Fuck.
I walked out of the room, stopping near the door to give Ted a threatening look.
He tore his gaze from Justin to me, and then swallowed hard and went back to his office. Fucking asshole.
I made it to my office and sat down to work. I had phone calls to make. I had important clients to see. I had to go to the art department and make sure they weren’t fucking up the boards for the presentations I had to give.
But all I could see was those hands on his body.
Maybe I really was getting sick. That was the only explanation. It was some kind of flu. Some kind of weird flu that makes your whole body tense, and your chest ache, and makes you want to punch those bastards in the face for touching MY Sunshine.
Fuck.