Heights 5

“Oh…thanks.” I was shocked to hear that. All the guys were shocked to hear that too. I heard a few of them mumbling comments to each other. I walked off the set and up to Dylan who greeted me with his usual warm smile and another pat on the ass.

“I told you,” he said.

“Dylan, you’re up,” Paul said.

“Guess it’s time for my close-up,” Dylan said. “See you in a few.”
I watched Dylan during his shoot and he was just as amazing as I thought he would be. He really knew how to use his great body to his advantage. The other male models looked at him partly in awe and partly in jealousy. The more I looked at him, the more I was attracted to him, and not because of his hard muscular chest, his great bone structure, and his unbelievable ass, but because of who he was as a person. Almost as if he knew what I was thinking about, Dylan turned his face in my direction and winked. I almost popped a boner in my little underwear.

After our individual shoots it was already deep in the afternoon, nearing four o’ clock. I’d been up since four o’ clock that morning and was ready to go home, but Paul told us, “Alright, now it’s time for the group sessions. I’m going to pair you up. Shane and Gabe you’re up. And let’s hurry, I want to try and be done with this by eight o’ clock…”

Eight o’ clock? I would was going to have to hang around here for another four hours? Dylan came up beside me, his smooth skin glistening, drinking water from a bottle, and said “Let’s go hang out somewhere until it’s our turn.”

“Are we allowed to just go off and leave?” I asked.

…”I want you with your backs facing each other and looking off into the distance…” Paul was saying to Shane and Gabe, who looked even stiffer than they did in their solo shots.

“When you’re with me you can do anything you want,” Dylan said. He handed me his bottle and I drank the remaining water until there was nothing left. Dylan turned and walked off, his ass looking so incredible in his underwear that I had no choice but to follow him wherever he wanted me to go.

* * *

“You’re thinkin about your boyfriend again, aren’t you?” Dylan asked.

We were on top of the building’s terrace, still dressed only in our underwear, leaning over a balcony watching the city below us. I had been staring at the tall skyscrapers in the distance, the cars moving rapidly along the streets, and yeah, I was thinking about Bryan. It was hard not to think of him and what he was doing and how he was feeling.

“…Yeah,” I responded. “Except maybe you want to call him my ‘Ex’ boyfriend now.”

“Why? What happened?” Dylan asked. I looked over at him and was surprised to see that he was actually being sincere and that his trademark cocky grin wasn’t on his face. He seemed genuinely concerned.

“I said something that I shouldn’t have said.” I didn’t want to tell him, but knowing Dylan, he was going to find a way to pry the information out of me anyway. So I might as well have just told him.
“About me?” Dylan questioned.

I nodded. “He was already mad about seeing you in the lobby yesterday when I was moving my stuff in. And then….well after we got to my room he was still upset and I was trying to tell him that he shouldn’t be and then we….” I trailed off.

“And then you fucked,” Dylan said bluntly. There was a subtle jealousy in his deep, Southern-accented voice that I had never heard before.

My silence was my answer. “And afterwards he said, ‘I love you, Josh. And I said –“

“You said ‘I love you, Dylan.”

It was almost scary how he was able to predict things like that. “Yeah…that’s what happened.”

We were both quiet for a few minutes, listening to the honks coming from cars below. The sun was going down, slowly hiding behind the large skyscraper buildings. Dylan asked, “Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Love me.” He was staring down at the streets below as he asked me this.

“Ex-boyfriend,” Dylan interjected.

“Regardless. When I’m with you…”

“When you’re with me, what?”

“I lose all control. I don’t know how to say no. I can’t think about anything or anyone else.”

“Sounds like love to me,” Dylan said.

“Dylan, I’m being serious.”

“And so am I.”

“Maybe we should go back down to the set,” I said. I turned around preparing to leave, but Dylan took of hold of my hand and stopped me. His touch awakened warmth inside of me that I had never felt with any other person, including Bryan.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he said.
“I’m not.”

“You’re afraid of likin’ me more than you really want to,” Dylan explained. “I know how you feel, `cause it’s how I feel about you.”

“You know all the right things to say.”

“Josh, I don’t talk just for the sake of talkin’. If I say somethin’, then I mean it. I watched you on the set today and I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but you. I’ve been around a lot of good lookin’ people in my day and that kind of thing has never happened to me with anyone else but you.” He stepped up close to me, our chests nearly touching, his breath felt cool on my lips, and his eyes were like lasers probing into my mind.

For a moment we just stared at each other, letting our eyes do the talking for us. Finally I asked, “What do you want from me?”

Dylan answered by kissing me. He placed his hand on my lower back, right above the waistband of my underwear and pushed me closer to him. Our cotton-covered dicks were pressing up each other, both getting harder and harder with each passing second. Dylan slipped his finger into the waistband of my underwear at the same time he slipped his velvety tongue into my mouth. His warm index finger grazed the top tip of my asscrack, and that simple touch was enough to make my knees tremble and my nipples harden.

We continued for a while, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues, warming each other’s mostly naked bodies from the cool air surrounding us, our hands exploring almost every place that could be touched. Time just seemed to flash by, second by second, minute by minute until the sun was almost completely gone now. Finally, Dylan broke our embrace and said to me, “Now it’s time to go.”

My dick was completely hard and it was going to take a miracle for it to go down on its own. I wanted to keep going for a little longer, but I knew he was right, we had to go back. They were most likely wondering where we disappeared to.

“We’ll finish this later?” Dylan asked without really asking me, more like telling me.

I nodded, warm breath escaping my lips. Dylan took me by the hand and led the way back.

* * *

When we returned to the set, most of the other guys were gone. Shane and Gabe were still around, fully dressed in jeans and t-shirts, drinking water. The photographer, Paul, was nowhere in sight, and even the other production people seemed to be gone as well. It couldn’t have been that long that we were up there. Or maybe it had been.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” Shane asked, and then he rolled his jade-colored eyes. “Never mind. I don’t even want to know.”

“Then keep your fuckin’ mouth shut,” Dylan shot back, not sounding offended but also not sounding cordial either. “What the two of you still doin here anyway? You should’ve been done a minute ago.”

“We were gonna hang around and wait for you two to finish,” Gabe responded. “We were gonna go out later.”