"Remind me again why I'm doing this?"
"Because you're my friend and you love me and.."
"..and because Dolph's double booked himself and you got me drunk so I'd agree."
"Ok, there is that. But honestly, there's worse ways to make a quick buck. The money is good, Chris is fun to work with and besides, isn't it time you put your God-given gifts to good use?"
Seth emphasised his point with a hefty smack to Dean's ass.
"Ow! Fucker!"
"Mr Rollins, tell me you have not just marked up my model?"
Chris met the two as they came through the studio doors. Casting an appraising glance over the unfamiliar man, he made his way over and introduced himself.
"Chris Jericho. Photographer. I'll be the one making you look all kinds of good today. You done any of this before?"
Dean shook the offered hand.
"Hi...Dean...errr, sort of?"
"He's helped me with my portfolio, partnered up for some shots, but he takes direction well. The last photographer we worked with was full of praise."
Chris looked uncertain. He took Seth off to one side and spoke to him quietly, out of Dean's earshot.
"You know this is a paying gig Seth? For an actual client? He better be decent."
"Not like we have much of a choice, with Dolph letting you down at the last minute, but trust me, he'll be fine. Might take a little while to loosen up, but he'll get there."
"At least he looks like he takes care of himself. Not a bad body."
"Oh you have no idea…"
"Ok, go then. Damien is out back waiting on you."
The two younger men headed out back towards the dressing area, leaving Chris to finish getting set up.
"Why did you say that about the last photographer?" Dean hissed under his breath.
"Well it is true…"
"When the last photographer I posed for is only a friend I don't think it counts!"
"I wouldn't let Ro hear you say that. Only a friend."
A tall bearded man was waiting for them in the screened off area of the studio set aside for changing.
"Seth! Not Dolph! Hello!"
"Hey Damien. How's things?"
"Not bad, not bad, keeping busy, the usual. Who's your little friend here? Why is he not Dolph?"
"This is Dean. Dolph double booked himself so Dean agreed to step up and fill in."
For the second time since he arrived, Dean found himself being inspected, this Damien guy actually circling round him like he was livestock at market, talking to himself.
"Long legs….neat waist….oh that ass will do just right...little on the pale side...hair is pretty light…ok then Dean, get em off, let's see the rest."
"Dean, Damien is the stylist, he needs to see what he's working with. We talked about this on the way over remember?"
"Stylist, makeup artist, hairdresser, coffee boy, you name it, I do it. Now come on, off with the lot."
It wasn't that Dean was shy, or that he was insecure about his body, after all, he knew he took good care of himself, it was just the situation was putting him a little out of his comfort zone. A glance over a Seth showed that he was having no such qualms, Dean catching sight of him just as he dropped his jeans and boxers revealing his very aesthetically pleasing backside. A subtle cough from Damien grabbed back his attention.
"Oh ok. Taking it off now."
Quickly and with little finesse he stripped down to his boxers, keeping his line of vision well away from his nude friend.
"And the rest…"
Damien smiled encouragingly at Dean, as he slipped out of his boxers, covering his cock with his hand.
"Nothing I've not seen before buddy."
He crossed over to Seth and gave him the same scrutinising once over, returning to Dean once satisfied.
"Ok then Dean who is not Dolph, going to need you to move that hand for me. I need to see what the pube situation is. Fewer strays ruining the shot the better…..that's great, now turn round for me."
Dean had never felt more like a piece of meat in his life.
"What's this we have here? Getting a little frisky earlier were you boys? Seth, you should know better. Nothing I can't cover up though."
Dean twisted round catching a glimpse of his ass reflected in the mirror. Complete with nice bright red handprint.
"Seth! Look at the state of my ass!"
"Whoops!"
"Whoops nothi….what the hell are you doing?!"
The question was aimed at Damien who was now crouched behind him, painting some sort of makeup on his buttcheek with a sponge. He definitely hadn't signed up for this.
"Can't have the evidence of your fun times showing up on camera."
"There's no fun times, we're friends..wait. What do you mean show up on camera?"
Seth's handprint may still have been pretty bright, but it was also right in the middle of his cheek, Dean was quite sure that it would have been covered by whatever he was here to model, it wasn't like it was a nude shoot after all.
He looked over at his friend, roommate, partner in crime, recognising the sheepish expression on his face immediately. He knew that look only too well.
"SETH, WHAT KIND OF SHOOT IS THIS?"