ModelLove by S.J. Frost Page B

denied?”
    “Very sad. And there’s still a long way to go, but baby
steps are better than no steps, I guess. We’re going to have a big party this
spring celebrating our anniversary. I’ll send you an invitation.”
    “Thank you. And I’ll do my best to make it.”
    “Well, you won’t have a choice since I’ll be counting on you
to drag Ian kicking and screaming to it.”
    Temaru’s humor faded. “I would be happy to do that if we get
to see each other after he leaves here. Or if he even wants to see me again.”
    “I don’t think I’d worry about that if I were you.”
    Before Temaru could ask him what he meant, Rodney’s scolding
voice pulled his attention to what was happening with Ian.
    “Ian, I know you can give me more sex than that.”
    “I’m not in the mood,” Ian said.
    “You were in the mood a little bit ago.”
    “And you broke it. Thanks a lot, cock blocker.”
    Rodney gasped, pretending to be offended. “Fine.” His gaze
went to Temaru. He held up one hand, beckoning Temaru to him with his index
finger. “Can I borrow you for a second, sweetie?”
    Mitch slapped Temaru on the back. “Welcome to modeling.
You’re about to become a prop.”
    Temaru chuckled and stood, walking toward Rodney. “Just so
long as you’re not going to try to get me in the pictures.”
    “Of course not,” Rodney said. “Well, probably not. We’ll
see. Depends on how hot you can make him from a distance.”
    Temaru stopped next to Rodney, turning to grin at Ian. “I’m
not sure how good I’ll be at that.”
    “Oh, I’m already seeing the effects.” Rodney patted Temaru
on his abdominals while looking at Ian. “Just look at those abs. Wouldn’t you
love to lick every hard inch of them?”
    Ian, Mitch and Temaru all started laughing.
    “Christ, Rodney,” Ian said through his laughter. “You really
would be good at shooting porn.”
    Rodney raised his camera. “Ah, but now you’re thinking sexy
thoughts. Lie all the way down, keep your eyes on him and keep thinking those
thoughts. When was the last time you guys did it?”
    Ian lay on his back in the sand, the white shirt falling to
the sides, fully revealing his torso. He looked into Temaru’s eyes. “This
morning.”
    As they gazed at each other, Temaru swore they were sharing
the same thoughts of their experience that morning. Ian wet his lips. He slid a
hand down his body. Hooking a thumb over the top of his swimsuit, he pulled it
down just enough to not let his cock show.
    Rodney snapped a few more shots, then stopped. He raised
both arms over his head in triumph. “Gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous! Now that,
sweetheart, was what I was talking about!”
    “So are we done now?” Ian asked.
    “Yes, we’re done. Come join your man and go running off to
freedom.”
    Ian stood and walked toward them, aiming for Temaru. No
words passed between, each simply reached for the other, meeting in a kiss.
    As the kiss ended, Temaru whispered against Ian’s lips, “You
were incredible.”
    Ian cupped Temaru’s cheek in his hand. “Thanks to you.”
    Mitch stepped up behind Ian, wiping sand off him with a
towel. “So how did it feel getting in front of the camera again?”
    “Not too bad, actually.” Ian turned a teasing smirk on
Rodney. “Even if toward the end it was the most unprofessional shoot I’ve ever
been on.”
    Rodney held up both hands in a gesture of nonchalance. “For
the sake of my art, I must use whatever techniques and tools I have available.”
    “Right. And on that note, we’re out of here.” Ian took
Temaru’s hand.
    Mitch draped his arm around Rodney’s shoulders and waved to
them. “Have fun acting out your thoughts.”
    “We will,” Ian called back.
    Temaru steered him toward the blanket, where he’d left a
small duffel bag he’d brought. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry or how long
this would last, so I brought you something to eat.”
    Ian kissed him on the cheek. “Perfection personified.