Heights 5

Dylan readjusted his big cock in his underwear. “It might be a while. You might wanna leave without us and we’ll catch up with you later.”

“What the fuck ever,” Shane groaned. “Gabe let’s go.” He walked off, almost a bit resentfully. “We’ll see you guys later,” Gabe said and went off with Shane.

“Is he always like that?” I asked Dylan.

“What, a dumb asshole? No that’s him bein nice. But don’t worry `bout him. He’s just jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

“Of you.”

My stomach twisted. “Why me?”

Dylan squeezed my dick through my underwear, which still hadn’t gone completely down yet. He leaned in to kiss me again, when from behind us, I heard Paul, the photographer, say, “This is the second time the two of you have held me up. I have more important things to do then sit around and wait for the two of you.”

“Chill for a minute, Paul. We’re the reason why you have something to do.”

“You really are an arrogant prick,” Paul said, going over to his camera to set things up.

“You forgot ‘sexy’ arrogant prick,” Dylan said smirking.

“Hurry, let’s go. This shouldn’t take longer than half an hour.” Paul said.

Dylan and I both made our way to the set again. My heart started to beat rapidly again and I think I was about to sweat. I was nervous with my individual shoot, but I was twice as nervous shooting with Dylan. Here I was some amateur going up alongside a guy who had been doing this for years, let alone one of the hottest guys I had ever been in the same room with.

“Don’t be scared, ok?” Dylan said.

I swallowed and nodded. I could barely hear anything over the fierce beating of my heart, but I forced myself to calm down. “Okay,” Paul said, “let’s go.”

As before, once we got started, those inhibitions I had went away completely and I was like I had changed into this whole new person, a guy who was confident and sexy and didn’t give a fuck about anything. Dylan and I were standing back to back, our arms interlocking, almost as if I were trying to pull him over my head.

“I love the expression on your face, Joshua, great intensity in your eyes; Dylan your body looks amazing…” Paul said. I heard him but I wasn’t listening, Dylan and I just moved from pose to pose, our bodies synchronizing perfectly with each other. I hooked my finger into the waistband of his underwear and he did the same with me as we both stared into the camera.

It was almost like fucking, the way he moved and writhed, the way our bodies touched without really touching. We turned around so that our chests were facing each other, and we were looking deeply into each other’s eyes, almost forgetting that Paul and the camera were there watching us, forever capturing this intimate moment between us on film. We heard Paul say “Great” and “Excellent” a lot of times, but we were in another zone where words meant nothing. The only thing that mattered was me and him.

“We’re done,” Paul said.

It seemed like we had just started a minute ago. I didn’t want it to be over. “That was beyond great,” Paul said. “The two of you work really well together.”

Dylan and I both looked at each other and smiled. “He’s right,” Dylan said. “We do work really well together.”

“Yeah, we do….”

Nearly fifteen minutes later, as we were getting dressed in the dressing room, my cell phone rang. I pulled it out and on the caller ID screen; it read ‘Bryan calling’. My heart nearly dropped to my knees when I saw that.

“Who is it?” Dylan asked, pulling on his jeans.

I should’ve answered the phone. A million questions ran through my head. Why was he calling me? Was he calling to say that he had forgiven me for my mistake? Or was he calling to make me feel even worse than I did about what happened? The phone kept ringing and ringing. I didn’t know what to do.

“Is it him?” Dylan asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to answer it?”

I thought about it. I wanted to talk to Bryan and I didn’t. I wanted to apologize and make things better between us, but at the same time I didn’t want to deal with any conflict right now. I just wanted things to be peaceful. And it seemed like the only time things were peaceful was when I with Dylan. I pressed the silencer on my phone and put it back into my pocket. “No,” I said.

I think Dylan was surprised by my response. But so was I. As much as I wanted to make things right with Bryan, a large part of me was dying to know what it would be like to be with Dylan, even if for a little while. I walked over to Dylan, still only dressed in my underwear and I kissed him, long and hard. He reached deep in my underwear and pulled out of my hard cock, squeezing and tugging it. I unbuckled his jeans and yanked them down over his smooth, hard naked ass.

The Josh that was kissing this hot guy, running my fingers down the length of his crack, wasn’t the same Josh I was a week ago, the timid and overly cautious Josh who was afraid to do anything outside the ordinary. This was the Josh who came out in my pictures, the Josh who wasn’t afraid to be reckless and didn’t care about the consequences. Maybe Dylan was right. When I was with him I could do anything, much more than I could ever do when I was with Bryan. And that’s what I wanted.

To be continued….