Image Is Everything

Chapter Nineteen

Justin awoke to an empty bed. He frowned listening to see if the shower was running. There was no sound from the bathroom. Brian was gone. He glanced at the clock which told him it was ten in the morning. He should have been up two hours ago.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" he muttered throwing back the sheet. Now Jon could call him lazy and unprofessional, make him look bad in Brian's eyes. He wondered why Brian hadn't woken him up when he left.

Justin grabbed a quick shower. He could still feel Brian's hands on his body, his kisses on his lips, his cock up his ass. Brian had been able to make him forget all his doubts and fears. They had fucked and it had been great, as usual. He could never believe the effect that Brian had on his body, on his mind, and on his confidence level. He jerked off thinking about Brian's eyes and hands and smile.

When he appeared in the dining room, no one was there except Pilar who was clearing some used dishes from the table.

"Have they left?" Justin asked sheepishly.

"They're down on the beach. I think they want to take some pictures down there," she replied.

"How long ago did they go down?" Justin asked wondering if they had started without him.

"Not long. They're just checking out locales," she explained. "May I bring you some eggs and toast?"

"That would be great." Justin sat down at the table and Pilar put a dish of fresh fruit in front of him. That would help tide him over till the rest of the breakfast appeared.

Pilar smiled as Justin dug into the fruit. He was such a nice young man. She headed for the kitchen to make him some scrambled eggs.

By the time Justin was finishing up his eggs, he heard voices in the living room. They must have come up from the beach. He waited to see if anyone, namely Brian would be looking for him. He didn't have to wait long. Brian appeared with Jon clinging to his arm. Mark was behind them.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Brian said with a little grin.

Justin couldn't help but smile back. "Why didn't … anyone wake me up?" he asked. He was really talking to Brian, but didn't want to make that too obvious.

"We all thought you could use a little more rest," Mark said. "You were exhausted last night."

"Yeah," Justin had to agree.

"Modeling's not a cakewalk," Brian added with a smirk.

"Even though everybody thinks it is," Mark said.

"Did you find some good spots to shoot?" Justin asked staring at Jon.

"I have selected several for the photos of you and Brian together. There are some other spots that I'll use for Brian by himself. We should probably get started while the sun's overhead."

"Come on, Justin," Brian said. "I'll show you which outfits we're starting with."

Justin followed Brian to his bedroom glad of a few minutes alone with the man. "Why didn't you wake me?" Justin asked as the door closed.

"You were tired and needed the sleep. Besides I kept you up," Brian added with a suggestive smirk.

Justin felt his cock stir at Brian's words. Jesus, this man had the most amazing affect on his body. "You were up too, and you still got up on time."

"I'm more experienced. You'll learn to pace yourself as time goes on."

Justin doubted that. "Did Jon and Mark think I was shirking?"

"Of course not, they both knew how tired you were."

Justin looked skeptically at Brian. "I don't need you to baby me."

Brian's eyebrows went up. "Act like a baby, get treated like one," he said bluntly.

"Bri-yan?" Justin said confused.

"Look. Take the rest when you have the chance. You'll be much more able to stand today's schedule. We have lots to do. Now get this on," Brian said pushing one of the casual outfits into his chest.

Justin was about to protest but he knew Brian was right. He had needed that extra sleep. He had to look great today, not like some wiped out schmuck. He started undressing wondering why Brian could say such harsh things and get away with it. He even felt like he should thank him for calling him on his shit. Maybe it was because what Brian said was the truth. If only the man could be truthful about his feelings! Justin watched Brian change into his set of clothes. He remained silent. He never had problems like this with Ethan, but then he never did anything except what Ethan wanted him to do, certainly nothing as exciting as coming to Mexico and modeling and fucking Brian.

"Ready?" Brian asked pulling Justin's thoughts back to the present.

Justin nodded and Brian took his hand. He liked the feel of his hand in Brian's. It was another thing that fit together so well with them.

"You'll be fine. You look great," Brian said. "See what a little extra sleep can do."

Justin swatted him trying to wipe the self-satisfied smirk off his face. They made their way out to join the others.

The morning was cooler than the afternoon would be. Karen made sure they were all well protected with SPF, but especially Justin with his fair skin. Brian had a playfulness about him on the beach that Justin hadn't felt in the office building. He found that he often forgot about Jon taking the pictures. He followed Brian's lead and they both had a really good time with it. Justin hoped the pictures would reflect that as well as show off the clothes.

Three hours on the beach used up almost all of Justin's energy reserves. Brian was still going strong when Jon told Justin he was through with him. They all decided to break for lunch since it was almost two pm.

Justin decided to take Brian's advice and lie down after he had eaten. He didn't particularly want to leave Brian and Jon together on the beach, but the technicians and probably Mark would be with them. He went to lie down and quickly fell into a sound sleep.

He was dreaming of Brian floating in midair and he rose up to meet him. They smiled at each other as a radiant light surrounded them. He sighed contentedly at being with Brian. He took the hand Brian extended to him and felt the jolt as their flesh touched. He was instantly hard and he pulled Brian to him. He wanted Brian inside him, but it was impossible as they floated.

Justin gasped. He could feel Brian's kisses on his neck and his back and his ass. A hand grasped his rising cock. He blinked and woke to the weight of Brian behind him eating his ass and stroking him at the same time. He gasped as Brian's tongue jabbed into him. He felt his orgasm nearing and he panted his pleasure. A few more jabs and strokes and he shot his load. He felt Brian pull him back against his body as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

"That was your wakeup call," Brian whispered.

"And a very nice one it was," Justin said turning to face Brian. He softly kissed the waiting lips.

"Jon wants to do some shots on the terrace with some of the outfits."

"Sure," Justin said starting to get up.

Brian pulled him back against his body and kissed him luxuriously. "Justin…" Brian stopped not sure what he wanted to say.

"What?" Justin asked staring into Brian's beautiful eyes.

"You're doing great on the shoot so far." That wasn't really what he wanted to say, but it was all he could get out at the moment.

Justin beamed. "You think so?"

"I do, or I wouldn't have said it."

"Should we get ready?" Justin asked when Brian said nothing else.

"Yeah," Brian agreed. He knew he would have to decide how much he was prepared to say to Justin. Time was running out.

The afternoon shoot on the terrace went well. Brian and Justin continued their easy camaraderie with that slightly sexual undertone that they couldn't conceal completely. Jon Holstrom began to realize what he was seeing through the lens of his camera. He was a little disappointed. He had hoped that he and Brian might get together for the couple of days of the shoot. Brian was a great fuck and they had been wonderful together for that short time so long ago.

Jon began to see that Brian's attention was totally directed towards Justin. He saw how the man helped and protected Justin. He noticed that Brian even took a back seat letting Justin be the main attraction in each photo. Jon knew how vain and self consumed Brian could be and he marveled at this change. He wondered what secret the young blond had that had created this transformation.

The next day was filled with reshoots and tying up loose ends. Justin had gone back to Brian's bed deciding that Brian wanted him there and he didn't care what the others thought. They had no more escapades on the beach, since there were too many people around. However, their bed in Brian's room certainly got a major workout.

Saturday they spent a lot of time in bed. The shoot was effectively over except for the tux shots that afternoon and at the black tie party to be held that night. They were resting up for the shoot and then the party.

"I'm sorry the week is almost over," Justin said leaning against Brian's chest. They were both well fucked and content for the moment.

"Me too," Brian admitted.

Justin smiled. He was glad to hear Brian admit even that much. "We still have to have our talk," Justin said.

"I know, but I think we should wait till tomorrow morning when all the photos are done and we're ready to go back."

"Okay," Justin said softly, wondering if Brian wanted to wait so that if Justin was upset by what Brian would tell him it wouldn't be evident in the pictures. That thought disturbed him.

"Let's get dressed," Brian said. "Jon wants us in about a half hour."

When they appeared in the living room a while later, there was a collective gasp from Jon, Mark and Karen.

"What?" Justin asked frowning.

"Jesus, you two look magnificent in my clothes," Mark said.

"Dazzling," Jon had to admit.

"You take my breath away," Karen gushed.

Brian and Justin smiled at each other. Brian leaned in and brushed his lips across Justin's. They all knew what was going on, so what was the point of pretending?

The shoot went quickly and well. They took off their tuxes for a light supper and then donned them again as the party was about to begin. The guests enjoyed themselves as the mariachi group played in the background. Brian kept Justin's hand in his for most of the evening and Jon snapped some candid shots of them at the party. They might use them, but probably not.

Both Brian and Justin received lots of compliments on the clothes and also on how great they looked individually and together. It was a heady night for Justin who basked in the praise. He was happy the shoot was almost over and that he had been able to hold up his end. The compliments merely reinforced that he had made the right decision to do this.

As the party wound down and the guests started to leave, Justin found himself grabbing some bites of the remaining food. He didn't know where Brian had gone but he thought he might be saying goodbye to some people he knew. As he turned around with his plate of food, he came face to face with Jon Holstrom.

"Hi," Justin said uncertainly.

"I wanted to tell you that you handled yourself very professionally this week," Jon said.

"Thanks," Justin replied surprised.

"I also want to tell you something else." He steered Justin towards a quiet corner. "I don't know what you've done to Brian," Jon began as they sat down. Justin wondered where this was going. "I've never seen him happier."

"Really?" Justin asked with a smile.

Jon nodded. "Whatever you've done, be careful. Brian's vain and often harsh, but that's a façade. Don't hurt him."

"How would I hurt him?"

"He may appear heartless, but his heart can be broken."

"I don't intend to hurt him."

"Good," Jon said as he stood up and moved away.

Justin set down the plate. He was no longer hungry. Just then Brian reappeared. He held out his hand which Justin took. Brian pulled him up from his chair and led him towards their bed. This would be their last night together.

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