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“Okay, you two,” Jacques called out a couple of minutes later after all was clear and Molly had handed me my guitar. “Let’s see if we can find a position we all like.”
Halo made a noise that sounded like a tortured groan, and then, with his hands crossed in front of himself, ambled over to where Jacques was standing in front of me. I looped the guitar strap over my shoulder and slung the instrument across my lower body and hips, and when I aimed a grin in Halo’s direction, he quickly tore his gaze away.
“So let’s try this,” Jacques said, as he eyed me. “Viper, I want you front on, facing me and the camera. The guitar looks perfect where it is, but let’s get your right hand sitting loosely over the strings.”
I did as instructed—my feet planted on the ground slightly parted, the fingers of my right hand resting low on the strings.
“Good, good.” Jacques nodded. “And let’s have the left hand down by your side.”
By my side? That was interesting. But hey, I wasn’t the photographer, and if that was what he wanted, I wasn’t about to argue with him.
“Yes, just like that. Now, Halo,” Jacques said, and when he looked to Halo, I did the same. The angel looked awkward and uncomfortable, and when Jacques crooked a finger at him and said, “Come closer,” Halo’s cheeks turned scarlet.
Halo took the couple of steps needed to bring him in close to my right side, and when Jacques looked down our bodies, Halo mumbled, “This is fucking crazy.”
“Okay,” Jacques said. “I want you to straddle his leg.”
“What?” Halo said, and took an immediate step back. “I’m not straddling anyone. Viper? My parents are going to see this.”
And if anything was going to kill a hard-on, that was it.
“Your parents—” Jacques pulled up short, and when what Halo had said registered and offended, he shook a finger at him. “I don’t do porn, young man. I want you to put a foot on the front and back side of Viper’s thigh and then angle your body to hide your…” Jacques gestured to the lovely cock Halo had forgotten to cover in his minor freak-out. “For that very purpose.”
How Halo managed to look chagrined and fuckable all at once, I had no idea. But when he gnawed on his lower lip and said, “Sorry,” I wanted to grab his hand, take him somewhere private, and bite down on that lip myself.
“Right, well, if you’re done questioning me,” Jacques said, “could you please move into position?”
With color still high on his cheeks, Halo lowered his eyes and moved into my side, placing a foot at the front and back of my right thigh. He then angled the lower half of his body away from the camera so the shot would be of the curve of his hip, and that phenomenal ass.
“Yesss,” Jacques said, his excitement at what he was seeing now shoving aside his irritation from the earlier interruption. “Now, Halo, I want you to reach across Viper’s chest and grab the neck of his guitar with your right hand, and then look over your shoulder at me.”
With Halo standing so close I could feel his cock brushing against my thigh, I had to admit that I was pretty damn happy for the prop I had across my hips, because nothing could’ve stopped the blood from rushing south.
“Oh my God,” Jacques said as he walked backward, his hands coming up to frame us as he continued to his spot. “This is it. It’s perfection. Hold it just like that. Let me get my camera.”
As he rushed to grab his camera off Molly, I caught Halo’s eyes and said, “I don’t care what’s scheduled for after this shoot. I’m scheduling you, me, and a fucking shower.”
Halo swallowed, but I felt his hips inch in closer to my thigh, his dick now as hard as my own, but angled as he was there was no one to see what I could feel.
A mischievous light now replaced the anxiety from the beginning of the shoot, and he grinned. “A fucking shower, huh?”
I was about to tell him he’d be lucky if he made it to the shower, when Jacques called out, “Okay, you two. Let’s give everyone in the country something to talk about. I want sex. I want fire.”
Jacques got both in spades. He had the shot he wanted in less than five minutes, and I had Halo in a shower in less than ten. All in all, I’d say that was one helluva successful photoshoot, and I couldn’t wait to frame the fucker over my bed.
Twenty-Five
Halo
“I CAN’T BELIEVE you’ve been living at the beach for two months while I’ve been in snow up to my knees,” Imogen grumbled as we FaceTimed a couple of weeks later. To rub it in my sister’s face, I’d walked out to the private beach in front of the mansion and planted my ass in the sand, giving her a view of the house behind me and occasionally flipping the camera so she could look out at the sun setting over the ocean. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of this view, but I also knew our time here was coming to a close, since the album was almost finished.
