Over-Exposure

I know that it says this is a complete one-shot, but I have found myself continuing the story. I have a feeling that is a trend that will continue so I wanted to let everyone know to come back from time to time to see the continuing adventures of Marc and Colton.

Over-Exposure

“Alright! Everybody take a break. I’ve got to change lenses and then we’ll move to the next set,” Colton announced as he lowered his Nikon and removed the manual focus lens. He had gotten all the slightly off focus “dreamy” shots he needed and now was ready for the ultra sharp modern shots.

Colton popped the memory card out and replaced it with a new one to keep the subject matter separate. He had always felt it to be tidier that way. He had to admit that he could be a little anal on that count.

Bobbie and Parker began moving the lighting from the forest setting to the V-Star. Colton had brought his own bike in for the shoot and everyone was treating it with exaggerated care. The wheels were carefully blocked to see that it would remain motionless throughout the shoot.

Once the lighting had been situated to his liking, he waved Parker over. “I know that you’ve got to get to class, we can handle it from here.”

“Thanks, man!” Parker grabbed his backpack and headed for the door.

“Marc, go change into your wardrobe. And Bobbie, I need you to go get some dinner for us.”

Marc whispered something to Bobbie, who nodded before walking over to get the money and Colton’s order. He gave Marc a jaunty little wave on the way out the door. And the photographer could have sworn he heard the lock engage. Oh, well, he would just have to unlock it to let Bobbie back in. It wasn’t like he really needed people wondering in this late in the day.

He carefully stored the manual focus lens in its padded box and set about replacing it with the portrait lens. The memory card went in the little case with the other “exposed” cards. It was a good thing that they were on the final set of the day because he was about to use the last “unexposed” card.

When Colton turned back to the set his jaw nearly hit the floor.

There was Marc, in all his glory with only sunglasses masking his eyes, draped over his V-Star’s gas tank. The far leg was bent at the knee and the near leg hung down with his bare foot resting on the tail pipe. He was slowly suggestively stroking his rampant cock.

“I don’t believe that is the wardrobe I had in mind,” Colton said dryly once he could get his brain back on line. He still hadn’t managed to tear his avid gaze away from that hairless groin and what the young model’s hand was doing.

“Of course it isn’t. But this has so much more potential, don’t you agree?”

Still watching that hand shuttle up and down, Colton did have to agree, but he wasn’t about to admit that out loud. He had always made it a rule to never get involved with one of his models, either the one shoot or repeat varieties. It just made things too messy and if there was one thing he did not want in his life it was messiness.

Even being surrounded by beauty day in and out, he had never had any problems being with average guys. Less ego, less drama… and dare he say it, less mess.

And until today, he had never asked himself what he had been missing.

He had photographed Marc on several different occasions, but you couldn’t say that he was one of his regulars. They had somehow managed to spend some time together just chatting on a few of those shoots. And while he had found the model rather down to earth considering his profession and his youth, he still had that rule for a reason.

And of course there was the little detail of not knowing Marc’s leanings in this area to keep him from suspecting that Marc might be interested. Well, he certainly didn’t have to wonder now.

He walked slowly to the tripod and connected the Nikon. Looking through the viewfinder at Marc did nothing to calm the reaction taking place lower. Knowing it was a futile exercise, but not wanting to act like a teen-ager with his first crush, Colton took the time to focus on Marc’s face. He snapped off a few shots, wondering if he would be able to capture that seductive look in the future. Then he pulled the focus back to include the whole V-Star and the model still stroking himself on its back. Just a few shots to remember this day by…

“Like what you see? Am I achieving the right mood?” With a voice that husky, Colton could not only see the mood, he could hear it.

Pulled almost against his will, Colton stepped away from the camera and towards the V-Star. Shaking his head at himself as he went, he couldn’t believe he was doing this. But not going was never an option either.

When he stopped next to Marc, the model took his hand and put it on his cock, wrapping his fingers around the warm firm flesh. They both paused; Colton to savor the silky texture and Marc to sigh.

Then Colton stroked Marc’s length a few times, before exploring the rim of the crown with his thumb. The shudder that wracked the model’s frame was gratifying. He continued to allow his hand to roam, fondling the balls drawn up close to the shaft, pressing the edge of his thumb into the slit at the top.

“You’re gonna hafta let go for a moment.”

The model had not been idle while Colton indulged his tactile explorations. Colton’s shirt was unbuttoned and draped over his arms like a shawl and even the buttons of his button fly jeans were undone when he finally took the time to look away from what he was doing. Even the sunglasses had been discarded leaving those startlingly blue eyes exposed.

The shirt slid to the floor with a shrug of his shoulders, leaving him in his jeans. With no underwear to restrain it the head and shaft of his own engorged cock strained out of the vee in the placket. This was the reason he always wore button fronts, too much opportunity to damage himself.

Long slender fingers brushed the sides of the placket and pushed them down, exposing the tribal tattoo winding down the inner curve of Colton’s flank to disappear into the hair at the base of his cock. With a low whistle, Marc traced the tattoo to its lower extreme.

“Never knew you had a tat. Nice one.”

“Yeah, well…” Colton wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t his body that always being put on display.

“You know, I might just get something like that. It’s sexy… Would look nice trailing into a pair of low slung leather lace up pants, don’t you think?”

And just like that, all Colton could think was how hot Marc would look in those pants with a tattoo just begging to be followed back to its source. Unlacing them and following that trail with his mouth to the treasure at its end…

A chuckle broke the vision, “Thinking you would like to see that?”

Growling, Colton worked his jeans off. He could hear the remote in the pocket hit the floor and the camera snapped. It was set to fire on repeat. It was a good thing that the lights had not been synched with the camera’s flash yet. The lights strobing around them would have been distracting.

It appeared he would be getting souvenir photos for those lonely evenings.

“Just how sturdy is this setup?” Colton gave the V-Star a gentle push. When it didn’t budge, he pushed harder. Still no motion except Marc’s hand which was slowly trailing up and back down his body.

Satisfied that the bike was in no danger of tipping its rider onto the floor, Colton threaded his fingers through the dark curls at the base of Marc’s neck and pulled him up into a kiss. Marc opened his mouth on a sigh and Colton’s tongue slipped inside its warm depths to play.

Kissing was a pleasure that he didn’t get too often. When one indulged mainly in hookups at the local hot spots, kissing was rarely an option. Tonight he was indulging himself.

He lightly stroked his tongue over roof of Marc’s mouth, swallowing the moan this engendered. Marc sucked his tongue deeper into his mouth before kissing with a fervor that one part of Colton’s mind found surprising. He told it to shut up as he dove in with relish.

They spent an amazing amount of time just kissing, hands tangled in each other’s hair and smoothing down muscled backs. When Colton pulled back to catch his breath all he could think was he had never been kissed so thoroughly in his entire life. The model looked just as dazed as he felt.

“Wow…” Marc breathed. “I knew you would be worth the wait.”

Colton just blinked through a haze of desire so thick that he should have been able to cut it with a knife, the smell of their arousal rising up around them. He leaned down and drew the scent in. He had never realized just how truly sexy the model was.

He nuzzled Marc’s neck and nipped his earlobe, before traveling down to the brown nipples that were begging for his attention. He circled one with the tip of his tongue before drawing it into his mouth. The gasp this elicited made him spend more time sucking lightly on it, before moving his attention to the other.

When he felt that Marc had spent enough time writhing and groaning under his attentions, he ventured further down the hairless expanse of washboard stomach. The smooth skin was flushed and almost hot to the touch. It quivered with every kiss.

When he reached the hollow of Marc’s hip, he caught himself before he marked that perfect skin. He longed to place his own tattoo in a sweeping line to the base of the cock straining and leaving lines of precum on his cheek.

“Go ahead. I don’t have any bookings where it would be seen,” whispered the sexiest voice Colton had ever heard.

Colton nuzzled in close and brushed the base of that cock with his lips, before setting them to the flawless skin next to it. Marc pushed his hips up against his lover’s mouth with a groan that sounded like it had been ripped from him. Colton sucked and licked until he had raised a nice mark. His mark.

Marc’s hips had never stopped moving, breathy gasps pouring from his lips. Colton licked the precum dripping down the model’s cock in soft little swipes of his tongue. He dipped into the slit to collect every drop before lowering his mouth over the crown.

“Please, oh please…”

Colton hummed and lightly sucked on the crown while swirling his tongue around it. The model’s breath caught in his throat as his fingers tangled in older man’s hair. He tried unsuccessfully to still his hips, then with a cry gave in and began to fuck Colton’s face. The thrusts ragged and rapid. There was no warning as the first hot pulse flooded his mouth.

He swallowed rapidly rather than look decidedly unsexy with the other man’s semen running down his face. The movements of his throat drawing more twitches from those hips to the accompaniment of groans and broken gasps.

Marc’s chest rose and fell in gasps as he lolled on the bike.

“I was going to fuck you bent over the bike, but I don’t think that you will be able to stand any time soon. So we’ll try something different.”

Colton slipped onto the seat of the bike and draped Marc’s legs over his own. He grabbed both cocks in his hands; the other had yet to soften. He gave a few tugs to watch Marc squirm from the over-stimulation before he relented.

Marc reached wordlessly over the side of the bike and when his hand came back into view Colton could see the condom and lube packet. This wasn’t any spur of the moment hook up. Marc had come here today looking for this.

Colton tore into the foil packet and smoothed the condom down his shaft. Meanwhile the younger man had opened the lube and was already slipping two fingers into himself, he moaned and his eyelids fluttered down. Colton couldn’t help himself; he just stared as those long slim fingers slid in and out of the rosy orifice. Damn, that was hot!

“Here, honey, let me do that.”

“No need, I’m ready. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Lining up carefully, Colton eased Marc down onto his lap. They paused a few times until the model’s ass was cradled between his thighs. Marc gave a wiggle to seat his lover deeper and leaned back on the bike.

Colton gave an experimental thrust before putting his hands under the tanned thighs draped over his and lifting them. This was going to be a somewhat athletic endeavor. But it was too late now, he wasn’t pulling out until they were both sated.

It was a good thing that the crew had gone to such lengths to secure the V-Star. He was soon thrusting with abandon. His grunts a sexy counterpoint to Marc’s soft gasps. There was something mesmerizing and intensely erotic in the way Marc watched him sliding in and out of that tight opening. He knew it wouldn’t be long now, he could feel the heat building and his balls were pulling in close.

His lover must have been feeling it too, because he reached down and started jerking off. The dusky head moving through the circle of his fingers was shining with precum. The pace sped up and Marc’s body lurched forward as shudders ran through him. Pearly splashes of cum decorated his belly and he continued twitching and clamping down on the cock inside him.

Thrusting through his lover’s orgasm was more difficult than he remembered it being. The way Marc’s passage clenched rhythmically around him was sheer bliss. He managed a few more ragged thrusts before arching and spilling his seed with a harsh cry.

He eased out gently and slumped against the younger man. Time enough to take care of the condom later and he would have to do something to prevent the lube from staining the leather of the seat. But all that could wait until his body was ready to move again. Right now he was just going to lay here in a boneless heap and enjoy the endorphins rushing through him. He loved afterglow.

“Now what?” the concern in Marc’s tone was unmistakable.

“Now I take you upstairs and we talk about the rest in the morning.”