"This is it, the dreaded and always highly anticipated nude shoot," said Blaine. He was standing in front of the models, looking particularly delicious in a tight black shirt and dark green pants. They were all standing in a beautiful park as Blaine told them about the "nature spirits" theme of their shoot. The shoot in which Kurt would be naked infront of a bunch of people, including Blaine Anderson. While he may have had some fantasies about making love with Blaine in a field of flowers, he'd never pictured cameras or half a dozen viewers.
"Britt's going to be sad she missed this," Kurt whispered to Marley to keep his mind off of his impending nakedness. After arriving in Paris and walking in an amazing runway show, Brittany had won the challenge with her fierce strut. But that night they had all gone out partying, and when Santana, their make up artist, and Blaine had shown up, Brittany had gotten totally drunk with Santana, while Kurt spent the whole night sipping on one drink and blushing through conversation with Blaine, who kept telling him he shouldn't be fraternizing with the models since he was a judge, but he and Santana hadn't known they would all be at that particular club.
"I just hope you guys know I'm a fair judge," Blaine kept saying that night, his warm hand resting on Kurt's arm and making his heart beat faster, "I promise you...all that I am on the up and up."
Santana had snorted with laughter at this, but then Brittany had pulled her onto the dance floor, and then Blaine got up and sang a tipsy rendition of Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, and Kurt fell a little bit more in love at the sound of his beautiful voice. Kurt had spent the next day on set day dreaming of singing romantic duets with Blaine, earning him the top spot for the shoot, since his wistful expression was perfect for the City of Lovers concept. Brittany had spent the shoot throwing up into the nearest trash can, and was sent home. The judges were not messing around.
"I can't do this," Marley whispered back, looking like she was ready to hop on the next plane to the States.
"Yes you can," said Kurt firmly, "everyone here is a professional, and so are you." Marley was his competition, but she was the only one who seemed to feel nervous about today's shoot like he did. Mike, Bree, and Sebastian were all looking confident and excited, especially Sebastian, who kept giving Blaine suggestive looks, much to Kurt's annoyance.
Marley gave Kurt a grateful loom as they headed to hair and make up. Santana was more hostile than usual, calling him Casper the Ghost as she applied his foundation. Kurt let it be. She was probably still upset that Brittany was gone.
Kurt headed over to the shoot wrapped in a big, white fluffy robe. His palms were sweaty but his heart was beating with both nervousness and excitement. Blaine just looked too good today, and even though Kurt was worried about being naked infront of him, he couldn't deny that he hoped Blaine liked what he saw. He just wasnt as obvious and tacky about it as Sebastian.
"Hi Kurt," said Blaine, and was it Kurt's imagination or was his voice lower and rougher than usual?
"Hi," Kurt repled, trying to maintain his dignity, but he could feel ablush creeping over his cheeks and down his throat.
Blaine's eyes darted down to his throat where the robe stopped and then back up to his face. "How are you feeling? You ready for this?"
"As ready as I'll ever be!" said Kurt, and he did his best to smile, even though his insides felt like goo.
Blaine motioned over to the plush bed covered in black silk sheets and the darkest red rose petals, surrounded by rose bushes and thick vines. Kurt's fingers struggled for a second with the belt of the robe, but he got it undone. he took a deep breath and shrugged it off his shoulders, turning so his back was to Blaine. He stepped onto the bed and couldn't helphe but slide under the cool sheets, even if Blaine might ask him to get out from under them in a second. He looked up and saw Blaine's dark curls. His head was bent over his camera as he fiddled with it. Kurt held his breath when he finally lifted his gaze and settled it on Kurt. His eyes seemed to darken, and Kurt felt pleasant shivers at the way warm hazel shifted to whisky-gold.
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Blaine saw how nervous Kurt was, and truth be told he was a little nervous too. He looked down at his camera as Kurt started to disrobe, hoping to be a gentleman and not come across as unprofessional or creep Kurt out. He stalled until he couldn't resist any longer.
There Kurt was, the man Blaine couldn't stop thinking about. The man he had been powerfully attracted to from the first time he saw him. The man Blaine found himself falling for more and more. But right now he wasn't thinking about his quick wit or his sweetness, sometimes hidden behind careful armor of fashion and sass, or his bravery and strength.
All he was thinking about was long, lean limbs, smooth, pale skin that was almost glowing against the dark rose petals and black silk draped over Kurt's lap, tousled thick hair giving off serious sex hair vibes, and bright blue eyes that popped even more than usual, as they were carefully smudged with dark grey liner. Blaine bet Santana did that on purpose, he was pretty sure she knew about his feelings for Kurt since she always seemed to be bringing him up in conversation with a sly, nasty smile.
Blaine felt his pants tighten when Kurt met his gaze with those blue eyes, which were wide and nervous, and he shifted slightly on the bed. He wanted to throw his expensive camera to the side and pounce. Instead, he cleared his throat and gave Kurt a hopefully charming and not predatory smile.
"What position do you want me in?" Kurt asked, and immediately flushed pink. Blaine felt his own cheeks redden and he hear Santana snickering.
"Quiet on set," called Blaine, "and Kurt, just make yourself comfortable and we'll go from there."
That wasn't quite as suggestive Kurt's question, but Blaine's mind was still firmly in the gutter.
He blew out a breath quietly as Kurt moved around on the bed. He noticed Kurt making sure that the sheets kept his lap and butt covered, and while Blaine's libido protested, he couldn't help but feel an ache in his heart at Kurt's modesty, even when he settled against the pillows, half on his side, and looked at Blaine with the slightest of pouts, looking good enough to eat.
It somehow helped Blaine to settle down a little, and he started to focus on his job. Lighting, angles, composition. He managed to think of Kurt not as a gorgeous man sprawled naked on a bed in front of him, but as a work of art. And what a work of art. Kurt was in top form. His neck was long, he was angling and curving his body in anticipation of each snap of the camera. They worked in synchronization, and Blaine was amazed at how much more confident Kurt was now than during his first ever shoot for the show.
Everything was going smoothly until Blaine paused to rearrange the sheets and on a whim, picked up a handful of rose petals, dropping them lightly so that they scattered over Kurt's thigh, kissing his bare skin. Kurt's breath stuttered and Blaine's eyes darted up. Suddenly Kurt wasn't just a model again. He was Kurt, staring up at Blaine with dark blue eyes and messy hair that was begging for Blaine's hands to be buried in it. With a long neck and smooth chest completely flawless and waiting for Blaine's mouth to put marks all over them. With pink, parted lips inviting Blaine's kiss.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice was soft and lower than normal and Blaine pictured that voice asking him if he was coming to bed, begging him to touch him, urging him to go faster or harder or slower or more gently, whatever Kurt liked.
He blinked and cursed himself in his head. He looked away and returned to his place for the last few photos, but not before one more glance at the dark red petals resting on the pale skin of Kurt's leg.
Kurt looked a little wide-eyed for the first few takes, but he soon settled back into his character, making it all look effortless as he reclined and smoldered at Blaine. Smoldered at the camera, Blaine sternly told himself.
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Kurt coukd barely breathe through the rest of his shoot. Having Blaine Anderson, with his shirt rolled up to his elbows, a light sheen of sweat over his thick eyebrows, and messy curls falling over his eyes, as his pianist's hands scattered rose petals on his bare thigh was just too much. Then Blaine had looked into his eyes and Kurt was reminded more than ever that he was totally naked and it would just be so easy to pull him down and kiss him.
He managed to get through the rest of his shoot, even though he was pretty sure he had some sort of stupid, bug-eyed expression. Blaine smiled and told him he had done great, and Kurt slid back into his robe and walked, weak-kneed, back to hair and make up to get undone. But not half as undone as Blaine had already made him feel.
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Kurt received top spot from the judges, with Tamora commenting that the last few takes had an extra great energy to them. Blaine looked at Kurt's smiling face and what was indeed a fantastic shot chosen for judging, and felt a little less guilty about his unprofessional fuck up.
Mike was sent home, though in Blaine's opinion it should have been Sebastian, based on their photos. But he knew the producers wanted to keep Sebastian around a little longer for drama. Blaine wouldn't have minded, but he didn't want Kurt caught in the crossfire, especially with Hunter Clarington, CEO of Mode Magazine, scheduled to appear at the next challenge.
