Lace Over My Eyes

Chapter 10: Pretty Boys Wrapped in Silk II

"Alright, let's go!" Tony proclaimed, signaling everyone to clear the courtyard veranda and for the lights to shine brighter. For the first time, Arashi began to feel the frantic feeling of shyness as his heart panicked and his mind raced.

Shit, what do I do?! Does he say go—but if he does what does he want from me? A cheesy smile, perhaps?

Yet all anxiety and apprehension flew away when he felt a familiar hand reach for his. Arashi turned toward George and he found him smiling warmly.

"You got this." He finally said.

"Alright, now. George lean back on the rail… a little more to the light. Good! Now new guy."

"Huh?!" Arashi looked at Tony, clueless and nervous.

"Get in the picture! You're out of the frame."

"Oh!" Arashi jumped closer to George who now seemed to be posing already. For a while Tony just looked at the blonde until the man finally said something.

"Is that gonna be your pose or what?!"

"Um, well—''

"Come here, Arashi." George signaled Arashi to stand closer beside him on the rail, placed his hand on his shoulder and went back to staring down at the ground with a guilty face.

"New kid!" Tony spoke up again. "You're supposed to be seducing our George. Try looking the part." Just than a light bulb turned on for Arashi, and his mind was relaxed. That's easy enough.

"Got it." He replied while leaning in closer to George, crossing his left leg over the blue haired boy's own. Arashi seemed like he was trapping George in to tell him a secret while George himself, struggled fighting temptation. The shot was perfect enough for Tony to say…

"Perfect! Stay right there!"

After the photographer had his fill with the scene he screamed—

"Change scene!" After his call, all chaos erupted. The people who stayed quiet behind the curtains all gathered around for makeup touches, moving the lighting, and dressing Arashi into the next outfit.

"Hey." Arashi looked over at George, who now was pursing his lips for another coat of gloss. "You're a natural at this." He winked causing Arashi to blush.

"Yah, my secrete identity is a Ford Model." George chuckled and than was carried away by Tony again.

The next scene, according to Tony, was when George is struggling to hide his feelings for Arashi…whatever that meant. Arashi just thought in following George's cue when the time was right. George sat down upon a bench and already in position while Arashi struggled on what to do next.

"Are you ready, princess?"

Arashi turned around and found the set ready for the next shoot. Crap, what the fuck do I do next?! It seemed that Arashi's silence was a signal to Tony that he was ready.

"Okay, someone dim the lights a bit on the left side!" While Tony was blaring orders George looked at Arashi who stood next to him confused and scared.

"Need help, darling?" He asked without moving too much.

"How come you do everything so easily!?" Arashi stomped his foot.

"Practice." He replied. "Here, lean back into the bench and pretend you're looking into the distance knowing I'm looking at you."

Arashi did as he was told, fulfilling George's directions on the mark.

"You sound like you're narrating one of those cheap sex stories that cost 50 cents."

"I actually read one of those once."

"How was it?" Arashi asked.

"I was turned on during the sex scenes."

"Wow."

"Sorry to interrupt, but we have a magazine to shoot here!" Conversation ended there and the camera was the only one to talk. For the rest of the day, Arashi continued playing out the story which he was chosen to act. It began to feel like a pattern for the blonde. First the crew would rearrange the set and cameras. Than Tony would describe the scene to George and next Arashi would need George's interpretation to tell him where to go and move.

Each pose that Arashi made under George's coaching, Tony would say 'perfect!' Their last pose was the most anticipated. The bed room scene.

For this one, Arashi had to undress most of his clothing; leaving him only to wear a pair of boxers and some jewelry. George wore the same with similar jewelry as well. The make up artists retouched Arashi's make up and hair while the crew members tried to get the right light onto the bed.

"Nervous?" One of the make up artists asked.

"Please, I've had a lot of practice for this scene." George, hearing that part of the conversation, glanced over at Arashi giving him a wink before a smirk. Once both boys were done and the setting was complete, Tony bobbled over to George and Arashi; sweating a little. Arashi couldn't tell if he was sweating from the lights or from the anticipation of the shoot.

"Okay, guys. You pretty much can guess what to do here. Arashi you're on top of George—''

"Where I belong." Arashi joked but only George chuckled.

"And I want there to be a lot of chemistry, not in the body language but mostly in the face. Now, not to pressure you, but Dolce is here to see if the shoot is coming along nicely. So for the sake of all our jobs, please do your best." Tony was looking at Arashi when he said this. "Okay, hop on in, boys!"

Tony left to attend his camera while George already crawled in bed.

"Arashi," The blonde turned his head, since he was busy looking for the notorious Dolce. "Come on!"

"Fine!" Arashi climbed into the silken bed. He rearranged his legs to fit nicely with George's and couldn't help but get excited as he felt his thigh brush over George's bulge. With both of Arashi's hands beside his face, George felt a wave of anticipation come over him. As he tried to subdue a blush, he found himself that he couldn't face Arashi. He turned his head to face the far side. For some reason George's body was beginning to be tricked into feeling that they were about to make love but his mind was screaming 'no'. The amount of people staring made him feel extremely uncomfortable and so did the coming silence.

"Hey." George looked up, finding Arashi not fazed but their audience. "Nervous?"

"Whatever." George scoffed. "I've been doing this longer than you."

"Than why do you look so scared?" Before George could defend himself, Tony called for silence.

"Quiet on the set!" The murmuring dimmed down to a hush and now George began to panic.

Should he look at Arashi or the camera? Where does he put his hand? Should he smile? Should he moan? Arashi stared back at him blankly, waiting for him to pose but George's face was twisted with worry.

"George, is something—''

"Going to fast for you, George?" George turned toward Tony.

"No-no! None at all." He smiled.

"Well than, come on! We haven't got all day!" George could feel Dolce rolling his eyes in the corner, regretting the mistake he made when choosing George as a model. He was going to get fired from his agency! His outlet in the modeling world will be ruined! He'll never be let into the fashion world again!

"George," Than it all stopped. George turned toward his half naked blonde, staring down at him with a calming smile. "Kiss me."

George didn't have to do anything at all. He just watched as Arashi slowly descended upon his supple lips, moist after the layers of gloss they coated them with. George could taste the plastic flavor of the lip gloss as it meshed with his lips but it never tasted better to the young prince. Washed away in ecstasy, George allowed Arashi to slip his tongue through his eager lips, passing over his own in an ancient dance.

The punk dominated his mouth, making George moan as he slightly arranged his hips to make the prince feel like he was grinding into him. George cupped the blonde's chin, as if struggling for him to dominate. Their breathing quickened to a series of longing moans. Arashi grabbed one of George's legs and held them to wrap over his waist as he continued to slowly but firmly press his length along his.

George gripped the sheets, twisting them in a ravenous hunger. The pace of their kiss quickened till George had to rip away only to breath. As he turned his head to hang over the pillow, Arashi slowly traced lines up and down his long neck with his tongue.

George could feel Arashi's necklaces dance atop his bare chest, stinging his heated skin with their icy metallic chill. He continued clawing at the sheets while Arashi painted art on his skin with his talented pair of lips. The blue haired boy would moan every time he felt Arashi ram into him. He was so lost to the world until a single cough shattered it all.

"Um…George?"

George's eyes flew open and for a moment had a spasm.

"Uh!" George quickly sat up, destroying Arashi's rhythm while he stared at Tony; horrified and shamed. Everyone was staring back with widened eyes and dropped mouths.

"I think that's enough. We've got all we needed." Tony's words were slow, meaning he was still getting over…whatever he was getting over.

While George couldn't stop blushing from embarrassment, Arashi gazed over the crowd with pride. He saw a few people fanning themselves with hats and papers while the rest couldn't tear their eyes off of the two beautiful boys.

Yep. Arashi mused to himself. That's my piece of hot ass and no one can take it from me.

He looked over at George who was now nearly running from the bed to the dress curtain, followed by a crowd of surprised dressed who were still trying to cool themselves down. A feeling of worry overcame the blonde.

I hope George is alright. He's always use to acting professional in front of everyone.

He couldn't think to himself long until a hand slapped his bare back.

"My dear boy!" Arashi turned toward a short and high class man with a thick Italian accent. "That was pure magic what you've just did! The ads will be a paramount moment in photography! It was simply art at its best!" Even though the man was talking to him, he couldn't help but scan Arashi's bare chest every three seconds. "And…if you need anything." He slipped a card slowly in his hand. "Call me."

He than left the punk, taking with him half of the roomful of people with ringing cell phones and planners. Arashi looked at the calling card and there on the piece of paper wrote: DOLCE.

"Blood hell!" He gasped. "It was fucking Dolce!"

Arashi smiled proudly to himself. For a moment his cocky attitude didn't seem to subside any time soon. He had a good feeling that the words, 'call me' will be said to him a lot this evening.

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Sorry that I've token so long to update! My mistake. I was really struggling to making this scene seem really hot. But the next chapter will be better. Promise.