Untitled by bisexual boogie  *Brians PoV* I could tell the photographer wasn't happy. Well, it wasn't exactly the best photo shoot we'd ever done! How can we get some good pics out of this if i won't even let Stef near me? Stef placed his hand on the small of my back as we huddled together trying our best to pose. I shot an angry glance in his direction whilst automatically moving closer to Steve. Stef smiled at me seductively, like a lion drooling over a bloody carcus, but i looked away. I knew he was planning another way to corner me again like last time. What next? Shoving me down some dark alley way and demanding me to fuck him? I wouldn't be suprised! He's changed so much recently. Why can't he get it into his thick skull that i don't want him - i want Steve! Me and Steve love each other and there's nothing he can do to stop that. The photographer stood straight, hands placed firmly on hips, and began to shake his head at us. Me imparticular. "What now?!!!" i shouted a little too loud. "Does Stefan have some kind of contagious disease or something?" He asked as he walked towards me. "Hey, what are you trying to say?" Stef defended himself making Steve snigger. The Camera man grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to Stef. I could tell Stef was loving this - the bastard!!! "Stop acting like he's gonna bite you" the photographer continued, "and get closer, god damb it!" He fiddled with his camera then looked up at me. "I just can't be bothered with all this" i lied stuttering slightly "i'm.....erm....just tired ok?" "Yeah well, its my job on the line so just look alive lads" Steve wrapped his strong warm arms aroung my waist and pecked a kiss on my cheek, leaning forward to whisper into my ear. "Don't worry babe" he said, his hot breath grazing my neck, "as soon as this is over we can go back to my place and do something much more energetic" A huge smile spread across my face as i thought about what he meant. I imagined Steve, sprawled naked across his bed, his erect cock waiting for me to do my magic. He's fresh from the shower and his wet hair sticks to his face, sending small droplets of liquid down his cheeks onto his smooth broad chest. God! - i think i'm gonna get hard just thinking about it!!! Thats the last thing i need, getting sprawled across the cover of melody maker with a much larger than usual bulge in my trousers. The thought of this image made me smile even more. I stepped backwards snuggling my behind against Steves crotch. I looked at the photographer and then spoke. "ok" i said " i'm ready to do this now" I reached up and placed my hand on Stefs cheek (look at pic no.6 on the link on blam honey's thread to see what this photo looks like). I didn't want to, i mean he was probably getting off on the idea that i'm touching him, but this is a photoshoot. There's got to be some contact! But i felt dirty when i touched him, only for the fact that i thought he was sleazy and i no longer wanted anything to do with him. Ok, he couldn't help being in love with me but why did he have to make it so hard for me? Stef kept flirting with me throughout the whole shoot, leaving his body pressed against mine for much too long or finding reasons to hug or grope me. i was beginning to think Steve might suspect something! When the session was over, i gracefully draped my arms around Steves neck and kissed him tenderly on his soft lips. Our tounges collided like waves crashing in the sea and for that instant, i forgot about the entire world around me. I was quickly brought back to reality though. "Awwwww...you too make such a cute couple" Stef said almost as if he meant it. I broke the kiss and looked upon him with contempt, feeling sick to the stomach. How could he act like this one minute and then as soon as Steves back is turned, do whatever he can to get me into bed with him? He was supposed to be Steves friend for gods sake- he was supposed to be my friend. My thoughts were interupted as a man in his late 40's entered the room. "Someones on the phone for you steve" He spoke in a gruff American accent "Your daughters mum i think" I clung to Steve like a child would its rag doll and tugged at his arm. "Don't go" i whispered. I couldn't face him leaving me. The photographer had gone off meaning me and Stef would be alone!! Steve laughed. "You really can't bare to be away from me, can you?". He kissed me quickly on the cheek and smiled as he headed for the door. "Back in a minute" he spoke and with that, he was gone. My eyes suddenly darted in Stefs direction. Oh Shit!!!! He was walking towards me!!! I hated the way this man, who was once so kind and gentle made be feel terrified everytime i looked at him. He gave me the feeling that he'd beat me up if i didn't do what he wanted! I wanted to head for the door but before i knew what had happened, he had me against the wall. I don't like the way i've portrayed Stef. It makes me feel uneasy writing about him in such a sleazy role but...oh well !! It's just fiction! Again, i'm not happy with it but....yeah, you guessed it - i never am Challenge Home | Archive Home |