ModelLove (9 page)

Ian glanced at the bed with a bamboo headboard, but it was
the only furnishing he noticed and that was only to see how much room they’d
have to work with. His full attention was on finishing what he’d started
earlier, opening the buttons on Temaru’s shirt. He pushed it off Temaru’s shoulders
and paused, gazing at Temaru’s powerfully built body.

He brushed his fingertips down Temaru’s chest. He wanted to
trace every line of muscle, feel the smoothness of Temaru’s skin on his tongue,
the firmness of him beneath his lips. Ian bent his head down, kissing one of
Temaru’s pecs. He flicked his tongue over Temaru’s nipple. Temaru moaned with
it perking. Ian covered the nipple with his mouth, sucking on it.

Temaru rested a hand on the back of Ian’s head, his fingers
gripping and releasing in Ian’s hair. Ian drew away from his nipple and plucked
it with his teeth. Temaru sucked in a sharp breath. His hips rocked forward, as
if his body was seeking on its own more contact from Ian.

Ian rubbed Temaru’s cock through the khaki shorts as he
sucked at the other nipple. Through the shorts’ thin material, he could feel
Temaru was bare beneath. The thought weakened his control. He went to his
knees, dragging his lips down Temaru’s body, his tongue slipping out to taste
him.

Ian opened the shorts, leaning forward to Temaru’s cock.
Touching the tip of his tongue to the base, he licked up to the head. He
traveled back down the shaft and dropped Temaru’s shorts to the floor. Sitting
back, he lifted both hands to Temaru’s cock. Gently, he pulled the foreskin
over the head. He circled the outer edge with his tongue, then dipped it
inside, licking at the hidden cock head.

Temaru gripped Ian’s hair tighter, a low moan escaping him.

Ian thrust his tongue in and out of the foreskin. He eased
back to tease the edge again.

Temaru exhaled a trembling breath. “Ian…I can’t…it’s too
good…”

Ian sat on his heels, not wanting to make Temaru come quite
yet. He wanted that when Temaru was deep inside him. He slid the foreskin back
to bare Temaru’s cock head again and stood. He brought his lips close to him,
Temaru’s warm breath blowing lightly against them. He lowered his voice to a
husky tone. “Will you top?”

Temaru rested his hands on Ian’s waist. “Right now, I’ll do
anything you want.”

Ian turned toward the bed, lifting his shirt off at the same
moment.

Temaru watched the muscles stretch in Ian’s back. He moved
behind him, resting his hands on Ian’s shoulders. Drawing both in, he brushed
across the Celtic knot work tattoo and followed Ian’s spine down. As they
reached Ian’s waist, he wrapped his arms around him and kissed the curve of
Ian’s neck. He let his hands explore Ian’s body, rubbing across Ian’s abdomen,
cupping the pectorals and finally, drifting down and opening the button and
zipper on Ian’s shorts.

As the shorts dropped, Temaru glanced at the small, sexy
briefs Ian wore, the sides and back black mesh, the front black silk. It was
obvious Ian had wanted to tantalize him and he was more than willing to
appreciate the effort.

Temaru kissed along the tattoo and slowly lowered himself,
licking the groove of Ian’s spine as he went. He breathed in the clean scent of
Ian’s body touched with cologne, the spice of it masculine and strong, a
perfect complement to Ian. Ian’s skin was so smooth beneath his lips, the salt
of Ian’s light sweat flowed over Temaru’s tongue. The scent of Ian, the taste
of him, it was all so arousing. His hands tightened on Ian’s hips. He hadn’t
wanted anyone so badly in a long,
long
time. He felt desperate to have
him.

Kneeling behind him, he kissed Ian’s lower back, holding him
lightly by the hips. He rubbed Ian’s firm ass cheeks, feeling the warmth of his
body through the mesh. Hooking his fingers over the top of the briefs, he edged
them down, touching his lips to soft skin. He licked up one ass cheek, tipping
his head to the side and giving the top of it a nip. Ian flinched, a hard groan
leaving him.

Temaru reached in front of Ian and gripped his cock. Ian
exhaled a pleasure-filled sigh. Temaru squeezed the hard rod, making Ian
shudder. Rubbing his thumb across the pre-cum-filled slit, he smeared the fluid
across the head.

Ian rested one hand over Temaru’s and reached back with his
other, laying it on Temaru’s shoulder. He twisted slightly at the waist to look
back at him. Temaru didn’t need him to speak to know Ian wanted more from him.

Temaru stood and turned Ian, pressing him gently down to the
bed. Ian slid to the center, stretching out, his legs spread, a hand still on
his cock. Temaru fought to glance away as he moved to pull the lube and a
condom from his dresser drawer. He climbed onto the bed and between Ian’s legs.
He ran his hands over every part of him he could reach. “You’re magnificent.”

“I can almost believe that since it’s you saying it.”

“You should believe it. It’s the truth.”

Ian stretched a hand toward him and whispered, “Thank you.”

Temaru took Ian’s hand, kissing the back of it and the palm.
His belief that Ian needed reassurance felt even more true to him. Through
their conversations and especially now, he saw Ian was a man who’d lost himself.
He wanted to help him find his way back. The comfort he felt beside him, how
Ian made him laugh and certainly the way his body ached to know Ian’s, all told
him Ian was worth it. And that Ian didn’t deserve to be so hard on himself.
Even if he didn’t get to see Ian return to the confident man he used to be
after Ian left the island, if he could help him get back on that path, it would
be worth it.

Temaru released Ian’s hand and opened the lube. He hadn’t
finished slicking his fingers before Ian had his legs drawn back, fully
offering himself to him.

The action made Temaru dizzy with desire. Calling Ian
magnificent seemed an understatement now. This man could drive him insane with
wanting him. He wondered if Ian realized how much he affected him. With Ian’s
current self-consciousness, probably not. He would have to work hard and show
him just how incredible he thought Ian was.

Temaru rubbed the outside of Ian’s hole and just that touch
earned him a pleased moan. His own cock leaked with anticipation but he kept
his attention on Ian. He eased one finger into him, sinking in slow and deep.
Tight. Hot. Soft. His cock strained from his body with the need to feel what
his fingers were.

Ian had his hands behind his knees to hold his legs back,
but his grip slipped, as if Temaru’s touch had stolen his strength. Temaru
guided Ian’s legs to rest on his shoulders so Ian could concentrate on nothing
but the pleasure he delivered to him. He pushed his finger fully into him and
drew it slowly back out.

He repeated the move, wanting to awaken Ian’s body to him.
He worked another finger into Ian, teasing his gland, watching Ian’s body tense
and flinch with pleasure each time he rubbed it. Ian was so responsive to him,
not afraid to show he was enjoying the pleasure. He loved that in a man. If he
wasn’t so desperate to be inside him, he would love to tease him for longer. As
it was, from how he could see, feel, sense, Ian’s control was fraying as
quickly as his own.

Ian bit his lower lip, fighting for control. He wanted to
grab his cock, stroke it hard and make himself come. But he wanted Temaru’s
cock in him, to feel his ass squeezing the hard rod as he climaxed. Though he’d
be amazed if he didn’t let loose as soon as Temaru entered him. If he was going
to keep control for at least a few thrusts, he needed Temaru’s cock
now
.

Ian wet his lips, trying to gather his voice, and spoke
between quick breaths. “Temaru, I need your cock. Please.”

Temaru slowly pulled his fingers from him and grabbed the
condom.

Ian instantly missed Temaru’s touch, but its absence gave
his body the respite he needed to calm down. Slightly. Temaru rolled the condom
on and smoothed lube over it. He knew Temaru was hung like a dream. Now being
seconds away from having that long, thick cock inside him, the thought alone
elevated his excitement.

Temaru shifted closer to him, lining his cock up with Ian’s
hole and pressing against it.

Ian willed his muscles to stay relaxed, despite how quickly
he breathed. A firm push from Temaru and the wrapped and slick broad head
breached Ian’s ring.

Ian groaned hard. Though Temaru had taken so much time to
open him, the cock stretched him even more…and he loved it. He reached down,
cupping his balls in one hand and pushing his ass toward him, seeking to get
more of Temaru.

Temaru took hold of Ian’s hips, pulling him onto his cock
until he was buried in him as far as he could be. Ian rocked his hips, grinding
Temaru’s cock inside him. Temaru closed his eyes, moaning softly as Ian worked
himself on his cock. He started thrusting, finding a rhythm with Ian. He moved
Ian’s legs off his shoulders, placing them so the bend of Ian’s knees rested in
the crook of his arms and brought his body over him, bending Ian’s legs back
with him. He lowered his head to kiss him, keeping his pace steady and gentle
as he pushed his tongue into Ian’s mouth.

Feeling Temaru’s weight on top of him, filled with both his
tongue and his cock, Ian surrendered to everything Temaru wanted from him. As
Temaru lifted up from the kiss, Ian looked into his eyes, amazement washing
through him that he was getting to have this magnificent man, whose outer
beauty paled to his inner.

Ian gazed at Temaru, drinking in how his coppery skin shone
with light sweat, his muscle flexed and taut. Temaru’s head fell back, his
breathing coming faster, deeper, and Ian knew Temaru was about to erupt.

Temaru moaned long and low, his expression became filled
with pure pleasure. His hips jumped forward hard, his cock hitting Ian’s gland.
Watching Temaru climax and getting the jolt of pleasure finished Ian. Moaning
loud, he rocked and thrust on Temaru’s cock as he came.

Temaru leaned over him again, touching their lips together
in a light kiss. As he ended the kiss, he rested his head in the curve of Ian’s
neck, his voice a whisper among his quick breaths. “
Vous êtes étonnant, mon
amant
.”

Ian’s breath slipped at hearing Temaru speak French to him.
“What did you say?”

Temaru nuzzled into Ian’s neck. “I said, you are amazing, my
lover.”

Ian closed his eyes, sighing over the words. He turned his
head toward Temaru, burying his nose in Temaru’s hair. “And you’re so far
beyond even that.”

Temaru lifted his head, giving him another kiss with smiling
lips. He slowly eased off him and climbed from the bed, heading toward the
bathroom. He returned a moment later, having discarded the condom and carrying
a damp cloth. After wiping Ian clean, Temaru lay beside him and pulled him into
his arms.

As sleep started to fall over him, one thought drifted
through Ian’s mind. Tomorrow he would tell Rodney he would do the shoot and he
would do it for Temaru and for the new dream he had for himself.

Temaru walked up the beach, spotting his destination ahead.
Ian told him he would be doing the shoot this afternoon and invited him to watch.
The way Ian asked, so soft and nervous, told him more than the words that Ian
not only wanted him there, he needed him. For his part, he was more than happy
to be there for Ian.

Two days had passed since their first night together and
they’d hardly left each other’s sides since. Another thing he was happy about.
No matter what they were doing, making love, taking customers out, walking on
the beach, it felt good being with him.

But what made him happiest was the more time they spent
together, the easier Ian’s smile and laughter came. He was seeing him transform
before his eyes and getting a glimpse of the man behind the veil of sadness.

When Ian told him he was going to do the shoot, he was
ecstatic for him. He didn’t know what this shoot would lead to for Ian, since
Ian told him he was going to ask Rodney and Mitch to not release the shots, but
it was a big step. Ian deserved better than how he was treating himself and
hopefully, doing something he used to enjoy would make him realize that.

Temaru neared the group. Mitch sat on a blanket, watching
Rodney and Ian. Ian was reclined on his side in the sand, propped up on his
elbow. He wore a white button-down shirt, the material so thin the color of his
skin came through. It accented how tan he’d become in the few days under the
tropical sun. The shirt was fully unbuttoned, but it looked like Ian had drawn
it closed. Other than that, the only thing he wore was a small, tight black
swimsuit.

Rodney stood over Ian, dabbing makeup under Ian’s eyes. He
blended it with a white sponge, then went to work on Ian’s hair, shaking his
fingers through it, adjusting strands to lie a certain way. Through it all, Ian
sat still, one leg cocked up with his arm draped on his knee.

Temaru couldn’t help but think how natural and calm Ian
looked as Rodney prepared him to be photographed, as if he’d done this hundreds
of times. And actually, he had. Seeing him like this told him just how much Ian
was made for this kind of work.

Not to mention how absolutely stunning Ian looked. Looking
at him, remembering the feel of their lips and bodies joined together, he
wished he could walk up to him, lay him back on the sand and cover him with his
own body.

Temaru snapped out of his fantasy as Rodney stepped back to
survey Ian.

Rodney tipped his head one way, then the other, and finally
nodded in approval. “I think we’re ready.”

Ian’s gaze moved past Rodney to Temaru. A bright smile shone
across his face. “Hey! You made it!”

Temaru waved, walking toward him. “I wouldn’t miss it. But
I’m sorry I’m late. My last dive went over a little bit.”

Ian started to stand, pausing to glance at Rodney, who stood
with his camera raised, his finger rapidly hitting the button to snap shots.
“What? No warning we were going to start?”

Rodney lowered his camera. “Now you know some of the best
pics are the candid and natural ones and I had to catch that smile you got when
you saw him.” He glanced over his shoulder, a grin aimed at Temaru.

Ian rolled his eyes at him, but his smile returned as he
focused his attention on Temaru.

Temaru moved to kiss him, stopping at a sharp gasp from
behind him.

“No!” Rodney cried. “No playing kissy face until after the
shoot. His makeup is flawless and—”

Ian slung an arm around Temaru, tugging him close and
pressing their lips together.

It took all Temaru’s control to hold his laughter back until
Ian broke the kiss and turned a defiant smirk on Rodney. He rubbed his lips
together, some of the silky lip gloss having transferred from Ian’s lips to
his.

Rodney huffed and waved for Ian to come back to him. “Some
things never change. Get over here so I can fix your gloss.”

“Give me a minute,” Ian said, turning back to Temaru. “I’m
really glad you made it.”

“So am I. You look beautiful.”

“I’m not sure I agree. Maybe if you said it in French, I’d
feel it a little more.”

Temaru saw the playfulness in Ian’s gaze. “Well in that
case…” He put his lips to Ian’s ear and whispered, “Tu es
si beau
.”

Ian closed his eyes, a hushed moan rumbling in his throat.
“I’m feeling it a little more now.”

“You should.” Temaru dipped his head down, laying a tender
kiss on Ian’s neck. He paused, his lips still on Ian’s neck.

Ian sighed. “You just noticed, didn’t you? He’s been
shooting us the whole time.”

Temaru lifted his head, laughing softly. “I wasn’t expecting
to have my picture taken.”

“If Rodney has a camera in hand, always expect it.” Ian
raised his hand toward Rodney, blocking the camera. “I think you’ve got
enough.”

“I beg to differ,” Rodney said. “You two are gorgeous
together.”

Ian smirked at him. “Since when did you start doing porn
shoots?”

Rodney lowered his camera, setting one hand on his hip.
“This is hardly porn.”

“Not right now, but if we keep kissing, it’s going to be.”

Temaru laughed. “I think I better let you work before we
both end up with new, unexpected careers.”

Ian brushed his lips across Temaru’s. “I wouldn’t have a
problem with that so long as you were my only co-star.”

“I don’t know if I should find that statement charming, but
I do.” Temaru delivered another smiling kiss to Ian.

More clicks came from the camera.

As they ended the kiss, Ian lifted his voice for Rodney’s
ears. “You better stop before you use up all your film.”

“I’m using one of my digitals, dear.”

Ian shook his head at him and spoke to Temaru. “I guess I
better get this over with.”

Temaru took both of Ian’s hands in his. “Don’t say it like
that. Have fun with it.”

“I will now that you’re here.”

Temaru backed up, his gaze remaining on him. Ian shifted to
his original position, Rodney directing him on how he wanted him to pose. Out
the corner of his eye, Temaru saw Mitch waving to him and walked toward him.

Mitch patted the blanket beside him. “Have a seat.”

“Thanks.” Temaru sat next to him, his legs bent in front of
them, and folded his arms across his knees. “This is different than I was
expecting. I thought there’d be a lot more to it than just a photographer and
camera.”

“There usually is, but for this one and Jared’s we’re going
old school with just the basics. When we do big shoots, we’ll have a monitor
where we can view the shots instantly to assess what’s working and what isn’t.
Rodney will have a team of assistants to help work the lights, adjust props and
the setting, not to mention the hair and makeup artists. And Rodney will have a
lot more lenses and stands with him. But he doesn’t need all that to make him
look good.” Mitch nodded toward Ian.

Temaru stared at Ian, watching as Rodney adjusted how Ian
held his head by tipping his chin slightly lower. “I certainly won’t disagree.”

“He really likes you. I haven’t seen him light up in years
like he did when he saw you. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him light
up quite like that. I’m starting to see some of his old self coming back.”
Mitch sighed. “But I don’t think he’ll ever be the way he was before and that’s
okay. He was a free-spirited party boy, but a little too much of a party boy.
Not that he would listen to anybody about it back then. Maybe now he’ll do
things differently.”

Temaru nodded, not sure what to say. He appreciated the
information, but just like when he’d searched for images of him online, he’d
rather have heard anything Ian’s past directly from him. He decided it’d be
best to not comment on what Mitch had said. “I’m happy he likes me. The feeling
is more than mutual. I’ve enjoyed the time we’re spending together.”

“I’m sure.” Mitch glanced at him. “Has he told you about
Aiden?”

Temaru took a deep breath. “Yes, he’s mentioned him.”

“Did he tell you how Aiden died?”

Temaru looked at him, locking his gaze with Mitch’s. “No, he
hasn’t. But I’d rather you didn’t, if that was your intention. I’d prefer for
Ian to tell me things about himself when he feels ready and comfortable.”

Mitch contemplated Temaru in silence for a long moment. He
looked back to Rodney and Ian, a slow smile spreading over his lips. “You’re
exactly what he needs.”

Temaru gave him a curious look, then focused back on Ian and
the shoot.

Rodney walked backward, camera raised. “Okay, lie on your
right side, propping yourself up on your elbow like you were before.”

Ian followed Rodney’s directions.

“And flip the left side of your shirt behind you.”

Ian didn’t move. “It’s fine the way it is.”

Rodney lowered the camera, a disapproving frown on his face.
“If it was fine the way it is, I wouldn’t have told you to move it.”

“I like it where it’s at.”

“Well I don’t.” Rodney marched through the sand toward him.
He grabbed the shirt and flipped it back, exposing Ian’s chest and abdomen. He
pointed a warning finger at Ian. “I know you haven’t forgotten modeling rule
number one. Don’t argue with the photographer!”

Ian huffed, but held his position and didn’t cover himself.
“Fine. If you want shots of my gut hanging out, go for it.”

Rodney faced him, lifting his camera again. “You, my dear,
have developed a very deluded self-image.”

“I’m not as fit as I used to be.”

“No, but you’re still beautiful. I know it and the camera
will show it. Now get that scowl off your face because
that’s
not
attractive.”

Ian laughed softly as Rodney started snapping shots.

Temaru looked to Mitch. “He’s a little hard on him, don’t
you think?”

Mitch shook his head. “Roddie can be a task master and a bit
on the demanding side, but he’s not bad. Not like some photogs I’ve seen. Being
blunt comes with the job, because if a shoot goes bad, the first one fingers
get pointed at is the photographer. But he and Ian have worked together a lot
and Roddie knows how to push him to get the best out of him. And as you can
see, how to get him to relax. It’s a natural gift he has.”

“How long have the two of you been together?”

Mitch blew out a long breath, a thoughtful look on his face.
“Let me think…I stopped counting after ten years.” He laughed with his last
statement and spoke while working out his thoughts. “I’m forty-three now, he’s
forty-one…we started dating when I was twenty-nine, so that’s fourteen years.
It’ll be fifteen this spring. That’s when we met.”

“It’s beautiful you’ve been together so long.”

“Yeah,” Mitch said, his gaze on Rodney. “I knew when I met
him he was going to be the one. But for as long as we’ve been together, we only
got married last year. Not because we didn’t want to get married sooner.
Because it’s taken that long for more of society to decide we had the right to
be treated equally.”

Temaru shook his head. “It’s sad, isn’t it, that so natural
of a right is denied?”

“Very sad. And there’s still a long way to go, but baby
steps are better than no steps, I guess. We’re going to have a big party this
spring celebrating our anniversary. I’ll send you an invitation.”

“Thank you. And I’ll do my best to make it.”

“Well, you won’t have a choice since I’ll be counting on you
to drag Ian kicking and screaming to it.”

Temaru’s humor faded. “I would be happy to do that if we get
to see each other after he leaves here. Or if he even wants to see me again.”

“I don’t think I’d worry about that if I were you.”

Before Temaru could ask him what he meant, Rodney’s scolding
voice pulled his attention to what was happening with Ian.

“Ian, I know you can give me more sex than that.”

“I’m not in the mood,” Ian said.

“You were in the mood a little bit ago.”

“And you broke it. Thanks a lot, cock blocker.”

Rodney gasped, pretending to be offended. “Fine.” His gaze
went to Temaru. He held up one hand, beckoning Temaru to him with his index
finger. “Can I borrow you for a second, sweetie?”

Mitch slapped Temaru on the back. “Welcome to modeling.
You’re about to become a prop.”

Temaru chuckled and stood, walking toward Rodney. “Just so
long as you’re not going to try to get me in the pictures.”

“Of course not,” Rodney said. “Well, probably not. We’ll
see. Depends on how hot you can make him from a distance.”

Temaru stopped next to Rodney, turning to grin at Ian. “I’m
not sure how good I’ll be at that.”

“Oh, I’m already seeing the effects.” Rodney patted Temaru
on his abdominals while looking at Ian. “Just look at those abs. Wouldn’t you
love to lick every hard inch of them?”

Ian, Mitch and Temaru all started laughing.

“Christ, Rodney,” Ian said through his laughter. “You really
would be good at shooting porn.”

Rodney raised his camera. “Ah, but now you’re thinking sexy
thoughts. Lie all the way down, keep your eyes on him and keep thinking those
thoughts. When was the last time you guys did it?”

Ian lay on his back in the sand, the white shirt falling to
the sides, fully revealing his torso. He looked into Temaru’s eyes. “This
morning.”

As they gazed at each other, Temaru swore they were sharing
the same thoughts of their experience that morning. Ian wet his lips. He slid a
hand down his body. Hooking a thumb over the top of his swimsuit, he pulled it
down just enough to not let his cock show.

Rodney snapped a few more shots, then stopped. He raised
both arms over his head in triumph. “Gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous! Now that,
sweetheart, was what I was talking about!”

“So are we done now?” Ian asked.

“Yes, we’re done. Come join your man and go running off to
freedom.”

Ian stood and walked toward them, aiming for Temaru. No
words passed between, each simply reached for the other, meeting in a kiss.