Fake Friends - Saxon James Page 0,11

Dad would have been proud of me for setting aside my personal thoughts and doing what’s right for me.

Speaking of …

I lift my phone, mess up my hair a little, then pull a cute face. I make sure to get Rowan’s clothes, and a glimpse of his retreating form in the frame behind me.

Wanna know what I’m up to today?

As per our agreement there’s no face, and he’s too far away to make out much of anything. I upload the pic and head to the studio to start getting ready.

The range of swimwear goes from a tight G-string bottom to fun patterned board shorts. I already know it’s going to take multiple reminders today that this is all strictly professional, because seeing his ass on full display is going to be the biggest test I’ve ever put myself through.

Right, then.

I’ve created the set to look like a beachside villa. Pull-down screen, blue-and-white striped sun lounges, and sand dusting the ground.

I grab a potted palm and add it, then fold a couple of towels as props in the corner. With the bright lights overhead, I’m satisfied it passes for outdoors.

I glance back at the swimsuits. Might as well get the hardest part out of the way first.

I grab one of the G-strings, kick out of my shorts, and quickly pull it on.

The shower cuts off somewhere down the hall, and a flood of butterflies let loose in my gut. I squish them down. This is my home, my domain, and no one is going to make me feel uncomfortable here.

I’m in charge.

My dick twitches, reminding me that’s not the case at all.

It’s going to be a long day.

Walking in and seeing Circus with his ass out is literally the last thing a sexually frustrated gay man needs.

“What the hell is that?”

Circus glances down at what I’m assuming is a swimsuit and shrugs. “What we’re wearing.”

“We as in both of us?”

He picks up another one and tosses it my way.

Well, I guess this is happening.

I slide the tiniest bathing suit known to man on under my towel before pulling the towel from my hips and running it over my still-damp air.

“Sit.” Circus points to a chair next to where he’s clearly set up for us to shoot. And damn, he’s got his grumpy pants on today. Looks like I don’t need to worry about keeping my distance when he’s doing it enough for us both.

“Are you planning on treating me like a dog all day?”

He just stares at me.

I’m not sure why his total lack of wanting to be around me makes me smile, but I somehow manage to resist as I do as I’m told. He steps close enough I can see goose bumps pebbling his skin, and then he turns on a hairdryer and sets to work.

I’ll give it to him, he knows what he’s doing.

He parts my dark blond hair to the side and makes it look all full and messy in a purposeful way, rather than the shag ball it usually is.

I force all of my focus straight ahead instead of on the smooth plains of his stomach.

“You remember no face, right?”

“Clearly, otherwise I’d be doing your makeup too.”

“Ah, right.” I clear my throat as he puts the hairdryer away and realize that it’s time to do this.

“Okay. First few shots will be easy. Just lie on that sun lounger like you would if you were at the beach—”

“Wearing nothing—”

“And relax. The more into it you are, the better. If you’re feeling awkward it’ll definitely show, so just … don’t do that. This might be some easy payday for you, but it’s important to me, so I need you to take it seriously.”

I salute. “Got it, Captain.”

He doesn’t find me amusing.

Circus takes his sun lounger and spreads out on his front. Completely without permission, my gaze tracks down his smooth back, to his sinfully round ass. It’s a shade or two lighter than the rest of him, and I unconsciously lick my lips as my dick starts to take an interest.

Not the fuck now.

I quickly cross to my lounger and drop down onto my front, squashing my semi beneath me. A smarter man than me probably would have jerked off before coming here.

“Okay, just one photo like this, and then you should be on your back.”

“What happened to not showing my face?”

“You’ll put your arm over it, obviously. Then I’ll edit the rest. Just a warning, most of the pictures I take are going to have your face.”