Dean was pretty sure that it was only his utter shock that prevented any sort of reaction to Seth's hand. Shock and the ever present awareness of the fact that not only was he in front of two strangers, one of those two strangers had a camera and was snapping away merrily.

"That's great guys! Love it! Seth...relax your hand a little there pal...perfect."

The second he felt the pressure of Seth's grip ease, some of the tension began to leave Dean's shoulders and neck, the feathers of his mask dipping as his head dropped a tiny touch. The movement made his aware that he had lost his pose, however the clear voice of Chris stopped him before he had a chance to get back in position.

"Stop right there boys! Do not move a muscle! Damien come here a second."

Both Seth and Dean obediently followed the photographer's directions, staying frozen to the spot while Chris whispered hurriedly in his assistant's ear. Dean was itching to know what was happening, facing away from the action as he was, however he didn't trust himself right now to ask Seth what he could see.

Thankfully they didn't have to wait too long for their next direction. Damien reappeared with his brushes and puffs, moving around the pair in an efficient blur of activity, whisking a brush over Dean's cheekbones, dabbing a little something onto Seth's parted lips. In a matter of seconds he was done, returning back to Chris's side.

Chris moved around, snapping the pair from different angles while they remained as they were, Damien darting in once or twice when instructed, gently moving Seth's arms, carefully adjusting the angle of Dean's jaw. Dean closed his eyes on instinct when the stylist drew near, opening them when he retreated to a sight all at once alien and familiar.

Dean thought that he had been on the receiving end of every single one of Seth's vast range of facial expressions. His roommate was graced with the most demonstrative of faces, his moods and whims like a book to anyone who knew him well, but the look that met Dean now was one he had never seen before.

Seth's eyes, framed by the pale sparkle of his mask, were smouldering dark chocolate pools. A faint flush coloured his cheeks matching the warmth Dean could feel creeping across his own and making him hope that it was solely down to Damien's artistry. A breath brushed over Dean's shoulder, his gaze flicking downwards, resting on Seth's parted lips for a split second before shooting upwards once more.

"That's it. We're done...great work guys."

Chris's voice and the loud clap of his hands shattered the bubble which had formed around the pair, the void soon filled with the bustle of Damien as he steered them back to the changing corner and reclaimed their masks.

Asked to go sign some release forms for Chris, Dean redressed quickly, glad of the distraction and grateful to be able to tuck his not quite half hard cock into his own plain underwear. Seth took his time, but was ready and waiting by the time Dean was done. It almost felt strange seeing him fully dressed, now that Dean had seen everything that was underneath the skinny jeans and band t shirts. He wondered if Seth...no, there would be no wondering about Seth. This had been a one off sort of a day, a chance to do something different to help a friend out and earn a little pocket cash, that was all.

Seth seemed remarkably unaffected by the whole experience as they made their way home, perhaps that was only to be expected. After all, this wasn't his first time modelling, he was probably used to being photographed in next to nothing, getting up close and personal with another model. It was only new to Dean because he was standing in for Dolph. He brushed aside what felt suspiciously like jealousy at the thought of Seth and Dolph posing together.

"...oh man. You are a natural. You gotta see these." Caught up in his thoughts, Dean hadn't realised that Seth was talking to him. He stopped, turning to see Seth halted in the middle of the sidewalk, peering at his phone screen.

"Huh?"

"Chris...he's sent me a couple of the rough shots...damn, we look good."

Rushing back to Seth, pressing in close to block the screen from view of any innocent passers by, Dean hissed in alarm. "You can't look at those in public!"

His voice fell silent as he took in the image in Seth's hands. It must have been the final one, and Seth was right, they did look good. They looked better than good, they looked perfectly matched, Dean's pale and Seth's golden frame both well formed, almost sculptural, bodies oriented towards each other ever so slightly, Dean's hand raised just a fraction as if he was about to reach for Seth, their heads tipped as if they were about to kiss. It was a heady image.

"You look like you're about to ravage me," Seth's voice was soft. "In the nice way."

Emboldened by the hopeful encouraging expression on Seth's face, and the deliciousness of the mental image he had just provided, Dean decided to throw caution to the wind.

"That could be arranged you know."

Seth's demeanour changed sharply. Thrusting his phone in his pocket, he grinned at Dean and with eyes sparkling, grasped his arm.

"Come on then. Home. Bed...or couch...or floor...I have a pair of hot assless man panties in my backpack and a hot ass man to model them for."

The dreamy softness was gone, replaced the laughing mischievous tone Dean knew well. The familiarity helped settle any last niggles of doubt. He was still Dean, Seth was still Seth, and this was going to be so much fun.