Image Is Everything

Chapter Fifteen

The next couple of days went by in a blur. The makeup artist arrived first, assessing Justin and trying out some looks that she thought would be fabulous. Next came the van with the lights and two technicians. Brian showed them where to set up in the hacienda. They would shoot there first. Late in the afternoon Mark Phillips arrived. He seemed pleased with how Brian had organized everything. They would take some shots that evening, but most of the shoot at the hacienda would be tomorrow morning and afternoon. Then they would move to the office building to shoot that evening.

Justin's stomach had been in knots all day. He wondered if he was up to all this, if he would look right and act right, if people would like and respect him. He hoped so but it all seemed so overwhelming.

Brian, Justin and Mark, the technicians and makeup artist all sat down to a dinner prepared by Pilar. The technicians and the makeup artist were staying in a nearby condo that Mark had arranged for them, but they would have dinner before they took some night pictures at the hacienda. Justin picked at his food very worried about what was to come. He heard Brian and Mark making small talk, mostly discussing people they knew in the fashion industry. The others talked quietly or listened.

Justin's mind was playing out every horrible scenario about the impending shoot. He would suddenly have a sunburnt nose that glowed in the camera. No amount of makeup could cover it.

Or his butt suddenly grew exponentially huge and none of the beautifully tailored trousers would fit him.

Or he'd get Montezuma's revenge and spend the day crapping his guts out unable to fulfill his obligations.

Or Mark would take one look at how unsophisticated and pathetic he really was and say that he had made a big mistake in hiring him.

"Justin, Justin!"

"Huh?"

"Where the fuck were you?" Brian asked. "Mark wanted to know if you didn't like the food. You're not eating very much."

"Um … the food's fine. I … I'm nervous … that's all."

"About the shoot?" Mark asked. Justin nodded. "I realize it's your first time, but Brian is a great photographer. He'll make it work. Don't worry."

Justin smiled wanly. He appreciated the encouragement, but all he really wanted to do was throw up and then crawl into a tiny ball in his bed.

"Do you want to go lie down for a bit before we start?" Brian asked.

Justin nodded gratefully and stood up. "Excuse me," he said and hastily headed for his own bedroom. It seemed like the best place to be even though he had never actually slept there since they arrived. He had always shared Brian's bed.

"Try to relax," Mark called after him. "Brian, you have to calm him down. He'll be a wreck if you don't, and this shoot will be a very expensive bust."

"I'll see what I can do." Brian said standing and abandoning any thought of finishing his meal. "Give me an hour with him."

"Sure," Mark said hoping Brian could work some magic on his spooked model.

Brian went to his bedroom expecting to find Justin in their bed. He wasn't sure when the bed had become "their" bed but that was how he thought of it. The room was empty. He frowned going back out into the hall and down to Justin's room. He quietly opened the door and saw the lump on the bed barely visible in the shadows of the room.

"Justin," he said softly. There was no answer. "Justin," he repeated.

"Leave me alone," Justin said forlornly.

"Sure," Brian retorted. "I'll be happy to leave you here to wallow in self-doubt."

"Fuck you!" Justin snapped.

"That's what I was going to do," Brian said with a grin.

"Is that your answer to everything?" Justin demanded ticked off at Brian's cavalier attitude about his worries.

"It works for most things."

"I … I'm not sure I can do the shoot."

"Of course you can," Brian responded. "And it will be magnificent." He heard Justin snort or chuckle or something. That seemed like progress. He waited.

"Do you think I will be okay, that I won't ruin the shoot?" Justin asked in a small voice.

"You know I do. You're just having virgin model trepidation."

"What the hell is that?"

"You know, like you were on the beach. Virgin jitters. And look how well that turned out."

Justin giggled. "It turned out pretty great, didn't it?"

"Yep," Brian said moving over to the bed. "Dr. Kinney recommends a good stiff cock up your ass to relieve these nerves and give that lovely just fucked glow to your complexion."

Justin giggled louder. "Will any cock do, or did you have a certain one in mind?"

"I thought there was a certain one that you had grown rather fond of over the last couple of days."

"There is," Justin admitted looking up at Brian. Hesitantly he asked, "Why do you always make me feel that I can do anything?"

"Because you can. Believe in yourself."

"But … Ethan always wants me to be careful. I screw up a lot."

"I haven't seen that."

"Neither have I since we've been here." Justin wondered why that was.

Brian dropped down on the edge of the bed. His fingers ran through Justin's hair brushing it back from his forehead. "You're not a screw-up. You can do and be anything you want. Remember that."

"I'll try," Justin said softly. "I thought you came in here to fuck me?" he asked with a little giggle.

"That could be arranged."

"Please," Justin whispered.

Brian took Justin's arm and pulled him into his embrace. Their mouths found each other and they kissed long and hard and demandingly. Brian's hand reached behind Justin's head forcing their lips even more closely together. He ravished the full lips wondering why he could never get enough of them. He groaned feeling his hard cock trying to break free of his trousers. He broke the kiss and began undressing his young lover.

As each piece of clothing was peeled away Brian kissed and caressed the warm, soft flesh that was revealed. He loved Justin's body, loved how it felt all silky and smooth, loved how it tasted all creamy and salty, loved how it fit against his own all yielding and perfect.

When Justin was naked Brian quickly began to remove his clothes. Justin lay back watching Brian, devouring him with his eyes, and played with his already stiff cock. Brian watched in fascination as Justin pleasured himself. The pure wantonness that the boy displayed sometimes, both surprised and pleased Brian. They were both such sensual creatures. They were so well suited.

"Turn over," Brian said.

Justin did as Brian asked sticking his luscious ass up in the air as he slid a pillow under his hips. He adjusted it to find a comfortable spot for his throbbing dick. He heard a condom pack rip open and the lid of the lube pop. He felt Brian's fingers probe his ass and open him up for the pleasure to come. He moaned and pushed back wanting more. He felt the bed shift as Brian climbed aboard.

Brian's cock honed in on his pucker and Justin felt it pressing for entrance. He shifted back as Brian came forward. He had the head and he tightened his anal muscles making sure he kept it. They both let out a growl at the sensation.

"Jesus Christ, Justin! Some of the things you do!"

"I had a good teacher," Justin said looking over his shoulder.

"And a natural talent," Brian gasped as he drove the rest of the way home. He stopped, savoring the connection with this remarkable young man. He had fucked him using more than a box of condoms in two days and it was still not enough. He wondered if he would ever get enough of Justin Taylor.

Justin bucked back against him unable to wait any longer. Brian pulled part way out and drove back in hard. He heard the breath leave Justin's lungs in a whoosh. He did it again loving that sound, knowing that he filled Justin to capacity and the boy loved it. They rode together undulating in the rhythm they had established. Justin took everything Brian had to offer and more. Sweat beaded on their foreheads and sheathed their backs. Grunts of pleasure and moans of need filled the room.

"I … I'm coming!" Justin called and Brian drove home forcefully. Brian felt Justin's body spasm and knew he was shooting. He almost came as Justin's ass clamped down on his dick, but he fought it off continuing to pound into the boy as he careened towards his own orgasm.

Justin slumped down when he was through, and Brian paused. His rock hard cock was still way up the boy's ass. He had yet to find release.

"That was awesome," Justin gasped, "but you didn't come."

"I will," Brian stated starting to move again.

Justin gasped and felt himself respond almost immediately. His cock began to fill and he groaned at the sensation not believing he had it in him. Brian rode him hard, sweat dripping from his body as he plunged them both towards paradise. Justin moaned as his body began to hum once again. He felt the heat pour into his groin with each lunge of Brian's body against his own. His heart pounded in his chest and his breaths came short and fast. His body temperature had to be hot enough to melt glass, if not himself.

When he wasn't sure he could stand any more, he felt Brian reach under him and begin to tug on his dick.

"Oh God!" he cried. "Brian." He was lost as they both came within seconds of each other collapsing into a tangled heap of limbs and sweat and bodily fluids.

Justin tried to breathe. He was sure he must still be alive. He could feel little after jolts coursing up his spine. He tried to take a deep breath but all he could do was gasp.

Brian realized he was crushing Justin and made the enormous effort of rolling off the boy. Brian's dick slid out of its warm home. They both whimpered at the loss of contact, at the loss of connection. Each of them took a few deep and much needed breaths.

Brian slid the condom from his dick. He turned to glance at Justin as he tossed the condom into the wastepaper basket. Blue eyes stared at him with … Brian wasn't sure what.

"Are you more relaxed now?" Brian asked.

"I'm electrified and numb and mind boggled and … delirious," Justin babbled.

"Good. Now get up. You need to shower and get ready for work."

Justin opened his mouth to protest but all that escaped was a silly little giggle. He felt like kid in a candy store who had just had the chance to have every delectable morsel he could dream of, and he still wanted more, or would want more once he could form a coherent choice.

"Up, I say," Brian said leaving the bed.

"I'll try."

"You can do it. Standing is just like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it."

"Muscle memory?"

"There you go. Now move."

"Shower with me?" Justin asked finally able to get his feet under him.

"Okay, but just showering, nothing else. You need to focus on the shoot from now on."

"Yes, sir," Justin replied with a mock salute. He moved towards the bathroom. "Coming?"

"I just did," Brian smirked. "I'm right behind you."

"Exactly where I want you," Justin chuckled with a sly grin.

The shoot went very well. Justin followed all the directions to the letter and once or twice did some spontaneous things that turned out to be some of the best shots. Mark marveled at how calm and focused Justin was. Gone was the frazzled and scared kid from dinner to be replaced with a self assured professional young man.

Mark wondered what Brian had done in the bedroom. As he watched the interplay between them the light dawned. He noted the brief touches as Brian positioned an arm, the little caress of the cheek as Brian tilted Justin's head, the whispered comments that only they could hear. Mark smiled.

He had slept with Brian early on in their professional relationship. Brian was a great fuck but they had both known it would go no further. Brian was fully into his image of super stud of the modeling world. He wanted a quick fuck and that's all. This kid seemed to have changed that somehow. Mark shook his head in wonder. He couldn't help but imagine what the end of the shoot would mean to each of them. He hoped neither would be hurt. They were truly beautiful together.

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