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Andy shook his head. "Not many humans have the ability to remember so much. And we don't live long enough to be able to retell all the information, especially not accurately. Humans are all biased, even a little bit, so if you don't write down the facts, they're all skewed and some get forgotten. So it's easier to write it all down like this and have it available to everyone, around the world, in just a few seconds." They left the sand and fell onto soft grass. He definitely had a lot of information to teach Starr, and he wanted to learn as much about Starr's world as he had to teach the former merman. *** Dean was finished with his shoot a bit later than an hour, by fifteen minutes specifically. The photographers upstairs were far more specific with their positioning and wanted everything to be perfect even in the preliminary shots. Luckily up here they had the right number of fillers, so Kane was able to sit and stand wherever he liked as long as he didn't cast a shadow or stand in front of the light. Up here he was privy to more revealing, complex shots that implemented another model at the same time. |
Kane kept blushing. He hid in a corner, wavering between fascination and utter cringing embarrassment. He just had a hard time believing anyone could be so openly intimate in front of a roomful of flashing lights and photographers. Then of course there was the ever present and pervading thought that every pose was captured on film. Later, it would probably be passed on to editors to put in a magazine so that everyone who wanted to could see. That was the most horrifying of thoughts.
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When the shoot was wrapped up for the day, Dean retrieved what clothes he'd removed so that other items could more flawlessly fit to him for future reference. Slipping them on, he looked around and found Kane seemingly hiding away from the world in the farthest, darkest corner he could find. Dean laughed when he thought of a peeping Tom, but approached calmly, pressing his hands against Kane's chest. "You're pale." He observed, tapping his fingers lightly. "Anything you want to... eh... say?" He smiled a little brighter, passing a hand over the messed up hair on his head. This time around it had been pulled and twisted much harder than Kane had worried over doing earlier. The other models were rarely so cautious, and Dean was no exception. But now Kane looked... haunted? Was that a good word? He couldn't tell quite yet, the look on his face was strange. |
"Ah .. uhm ..." The young man straightened, shivered and quaked. There were so many people ... But he was sure Dean's behavior was nothing out of the ordinary. It wouldn't matter to them how either of them acted. "N-nothing important. I mean other then wondering how you can be so alright with being so close to people, with so many others watching your every move and immortalizing it with pictures? It seems so ... " He was going to say wrong, but stopped himself. Kane would hate to insult Dean. Even more then that, he didn't know if he did think it was wrong for the other man. It was wrong for the lawyer though, he knew that for sure.
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Dean tilted his head. "Soooo..." He egged, plucking loose string from Kane's shirt. "So weird? Unusual? Unnatural? Creepy? Wrong?" He shrugged, standing up straight and pocketing his hands. "Well I heard it all, but y'know, without the magazines, lots of guys---and girls---would have pretty boring days." He laughed. "Besides, it's amazing pay, and if you got it, why not show it off?" He rolled his shoulders. "C'mon, we gotta talk to my boss---current boss---and get her to save that picture you wanted. She'll send it to me, and I'll get it to you personally." He smiled, tugging Kane along as they started off. "And make sure to take that visitor tag off." He added as they went down the stairs. |
Kane shivered at the touch. He did think it was ... intriguing. "Unusual. And not necessarily in a bad way. I'm just not used to this kind of thing, to knowing someone whose so open. And participating in .... I mean ..." He blushed when the picture was mentioned, and plucked nervously at his sleeves. Sure, he had said he wanted it. Kane didn't even understand himself, why did he want it so? Maybe it was the way Dean had looked. It was precisely that. And somehow he felt like that soft expression had been because of him. He thought he remembered the moment, the same and yet just a bit different from all the rest.
As they walked, he plucked off the visitor tag. Before Kane had braced himself, there they were, in the boss's office. It was a more professional space then the lawyer had expected. Everything was neatly in place. There was a file folder in the corner, and a tiny houseplant that was obviously hardy. They probably got moved around a lot. He avoided the boss's eyes, and shuffled his feet nervously. |
Dean didn't stop to pause outside the office. He dove inside and once again nearly scared Millie out of her chair. "Oh hi there, lovely!" He sang, pulling Kane in with him and closing the door. "Damn it, Dean!" Millie gasped, cradling her head in her hands. "For the love of God, it's called decaf and you need to invest in it." "But...! But then I wouldn't be the lovable guy you know!" Dean pouted, stepping forward with Kane in tow and pushing him into one of the seats across from Millie's desk. "Then where would you be?" "Not in the ICU with heart palpitations." "Ha-ha, so so funny." Dean rolled his eyes. "So, I have a request." "Yeah?" Millie breathed out and steadied herself. "What's on your simple mind?" I'd like one of the concept shots to be saved." Dean showed his wrist, where the number of the camera and shot was written, and Millie inspected it. "And this doesn't have anything to do with a certain stormy-eyed looker behind you?" Dean smiled. "Maybe. But don't say that out loud, he blushes really easily." He laughed, glancing back at Kane as Millie covered her mouth to smother the grin. |
Kane plopped down and listened. He didn't say a peep, and didn't even look at Millie. He wanted to smack some sense into Dean. What was the idea? Exposing his blushing tendencies like that? And Millie was just as bad. She was implying something, he was sure of it. Then again, Kane knew without a doubt that Dean was attracted to him. He'd basically already said so, straight to his face.
"I can hear every word, you know. " And of course, a blush swept across his cheeks. Kane stood and crossed his arms. He wanted to leave, more then ever. But he kind of wanted to talk to Dean before doing that. |
Dean closed his eyes, going somber. "So, you can do that, right?" He asked Millie, giving her a serious look. "Get me the copy, then dispose of them all like normal." "Will do, hon." Millie smiled, and looked past to Kane. "And you. You'd better learn to loose up. Don't think I don't see you sitting like you're on a cactus cushion." She brought out a firm voice, something Dean remembered from his mother when he got huffy. She was definitely a mom. Dean pursed his lips to keep them from twitching upward, and backed up. "Thanks a lot, sweetie. I'll be looking in my mail! C'mon, Kane, time to go." He waved slightly, pulling open the door and waiting. |
Kane rolled his eyes. Of course he would loosen up. All he needed to do was hang around Dean long enough, and he'd be as loose as they came. With Dean. Not around anyone else. The thought had his eyes widening. He turned them so he stared at the other man. He was still staring when he walked by, and kept staring when they walked out of the building. It was just ... Impossible to look away.
"So where to now? Food?" Maybe Dean would like to have something. "My treat." It sounded like a date. Maybe it was? No, of course not.. It couldn't be. Well, it did depend on Dean as much as it did him. So where would they go? Someplace not too fancy, but not fast food. Maybe a nice italian place, or something like that. Pizza, that would be good. |
Dean stepped forward, smiling as he closed the distance. It was almost within uncomfortable bounds for most, he was sure, but he loved sharing the body heat. "Sounds lovely, hon." He said, raising a hand and stroking the hair over his eye. It always seemed to fall right into that eye, and obscured the world halfway. He didn't mind---Dean loved his hair long, it gave way to many possibilities Kane would probably squirm at the mere thought of. "What's on your mind? I'm not picky---I'll put anything in my mouth." He smiled, backing away and heading back. "You drive on your own? My car's over here if you didn't." He put his hands in his back pockets, nodding to one of the dark-shirted guards nearby. They were off work now, and were probably waiting to escort the other models to their vehicles. Dean hated that---he could take care of himself and whoever didn't know it would eventually. |
He stopped breathing for just a second. Dean was that close. Impossibly so, but not. Since it was happening. Kane shook his head. It took a few minutes for him to get his mind back in order. "Uh well ... I was thinking gourmet pizza place." But now that seemed silly. Maybe Dean wanted something fancy? He could afford it, certainly. Or maybe the other man didn't like that kind of thing. Maybe he had allergies or something like that?
"I drove here." But he didn't want to take his car. He wanted to clamber into the same space as the other man, and be ... Well Kane didn't want to think about that. Still, his mind did wander down less then regular lanes, mostly because of the scenes he'd witnessed. |
Dean stopped and turned, taking one hand out of his pocket and waving Kane along. "C'mon with me then. Or, y'know, drive with me. I like the sound of pizza. Hell, even cheap frozen stuff from a box. I have a great place in mind, actually, it's a few miles off on the shore. Sooo pretty there." He grinned, making it to the corner of the building and sliding just out of sight. Hopefully Kane would want to ride with him. He'd drop by to bring him back afterward, of course; he wouldn't strand the lawyer, no matter how much he wanted to keep the guy with him. It had to come about easily, if it would come around at all. He hoped so. Kane seemed to be warming up quite a bit to him, in his own way. |
It was easy to decide. Kane followed. Seemed like he was doing a lot of that lately. Well, during the past two days. Dean just had that effect on him. The chestnut haired man had to wonder why it was he failed to fight himself as much as he should have. There were people watching, burly looking ones who seemed ready to jump in at any sign of foul play. It was nice to see how well watched over Dean was, when on the grounds of a shoot. In his line of work, well Dean probably had to be careful most of the time. More so then most people, who didn't have their faces splashed between the covers of skin magazines.
"I'll ride with you." And he waited politely by the door to be let inside. They were going to be alone. They had never been alone before. Others were always around. He wished they wouldn't be. Kane had no idea what Dean would do. Kane didn't know what he would do. It was scary. |
Dean grinned widely, reaching into his pocket and pressing the 'unlock' on his keychain. "'Kay, hop on in!" He slid into the driver seat and started the car, waiting until Kane was in and buckled before backing out and sliding flawlessly into the street. "Hm, this place is nice and quiet. It's all shaded and quiet. And they have a huuuge selection, lots of good things." He smiled as his mind drifted, but he kept what was left of it on the road. When he didn't want to cook, bother Andy, or go to a restaurant that required a reservation, he'd visit this little place and grab a whole pie to take home, and oftentimes eat the whole thing in one sitting and later hate himself for the rest of the night. |
Kane slipped inside, and buckled himself in. He shook his head and laughed. "Dang it, you're making me want to drool!" What kind of pizza would they decide on? It was going to be odd... Kane tilted his head to peek at the other man. Nice bone structure, amazing green eyes, dark hair and a distracted airy personality. That was Dean. And he liked Kane, was attracted to him ... Though he never really pushed it, he just acted like he did with everyone else. The trip to the photoshoot had proved that much to Kane.
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Dean laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well, I like making people drool." He mused, and studied Kane. Gorgeous features, sharp but well-contoured. His eyes were the perfect size and shape for his head, and his hairline was impressive. It was those little things that people like Dean looked for in someone. How well could they be immortalized? He would readily admit that he looked at appearances immediately, but unlike most of his mundane, shallow counterparts, he dug for personality. Searched for what made the person tick. Kane had a beautiful heart and it was obvious in his dedication to children. So many overlooked them in legal issues, but not Kane. He smiled almost dreamily at the thought, watching both the road and the person beside him. |
Kane rolled his eyes. "Oh I'm not surprised to hear that. But I bet it must annoy you that you can't get me to drool over ... well you, and not food." Right, there he went. For a lawyer, he certainly seemed of have a talent for putting his foot in his mouth. The grey eyed man turned away. The buildings were sparser now. More trees dotted the landscape off to the side where he looked. He was sure that now, on the opposite end, that the sea was fast approaching. The air certainly had a different tang to it. It was fresher, cleaner, somehow.
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Dean snickered, possibly the opposite reaction Kane was thinking he'd have to deal with. "I like a challenge. Besides... There's lots of time to change that up." He slowed, pulling into a small parking lot outside a beautiful little restaurant with few vehicles in the parking lot. "Here we are, hon. Nice place, think so?" He glanced sideways as he parked, twisting the key in the ignition and pulling it out. "It's nice and dark inside, no one's gonna see you creeping around with a really well-known porn model." He laughed, giving a friendly smile instead of anything more sly or provocative. That would probably scare Kane away and they'd already made such nice progress. "C'mon, the guy knows me, I'm a regular." He got out of the car, leaning on it while Kane did the same. |
He wasn't sure if he wanted things to change. Kane kept looking out the window thoughtfully, even when the car pulled to a stop. The car was a safety zone... The moment he stepped out, the lawyer started worrying. It helped to lean up against the smooth surface of the car's roof, but only for a little while. Dean was right there leaning against it with him. "I wouldn't say creeping ... Besides ... You don't seem all that popular, but what the heck do I know?" He knew nothing about the industry that Dean called his own. All Kane knew was limited to the photoshoot, which made him think of the way he'd helped out, and how it had felt to have Dean ... Well he didn't want to think about it too much.
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Dean ran his hand over the car's smooth curves. "Love, not all of those that... inspect my type of magazines make it well known. Many are very well-respected businessmen, CEOs, presidents of large corporations, lawyers, doctors. They keep their special preferences secret because bigots will cause them pain. But believe me, Kane, I do get a very large amount of fan mail. Sometimes it borders on the... obsessive. But it's part of life. Those in movies, shows, who write or paint get creepy obsessed fans, it's nothing new and nothing recent in society." He shrugged, standing up straight and going around the car to put a hand on Kane's arm. "Come on, let's get inside before the early dinner rush wants to crowd up." He let his hand linger, but pulled away as he turned on his heel and headed to the door. |
Kane sighed. That was certainly a good point. Dangers abounded though. Strangers could so easily get just a little too obsessed with the man in those pictures. He was ... Kane shivered at Dean's touched, and shook his head. He needed to clear his thoughts. "Alright, I'm coming already!" A few footsteps had Kane falling in beside the other man. They crossed the doorway together, and the cool, airy, interior did much to calm Kane down a bit. And it smelled wonderful, a mixture of cooking pizzas and sea air. The combination was rather irresistible.
"You order. I'm sure you have some ideas in mind." Kane eyed the tables. It was true, there were a lot of dark little corners to hide in. Perfect for someone who didn't necessarily want to be seen. |
Dean grinned widely as he stepped in with Kane. "Yeah, sure. I hope you have an open palate, because things can get pretty unique." He nudged Kane to find a table and approached the front counter, where a stout, thick man with a heavy dose of dark hair streaked light from the sun stood. Dean was immediately offered a smile. "My best guy!" The owner---Genivei---stretched his arms wide and his over six-and-a-half-foot frame stretched over the counter to pull Dean into a crushing hug. Dean squeaked, and was released. "So, you got a friend, eh?" He lowered his voice as he spoke. "Yeah, but just that." Dean smiled, straightening his clothes. "Even if I want it to be otherwise." Genivei nodded slowly. "Yep, I can see that. You on a date?" "You... could say that... Heh..." Dean rubbed his forehead. "Anyway, not the usual today." "No?" "Well... Yeah, but make it a half." "'Kay, what's on the other half?" Dean bit his lip. "Hm... Let's say... simple. Italian sausage, tomato sauce, arugula, and... hm..." Dean glanced backward. "Let's say green peppers." Genivei smiled and finished writing the list. "Got it. I'll get it over as soon as it's done!" Dean smiled and nodded, stepping away and finding Kane. "Hey you. It'll be here in a bit." He slid into his seat and clasped his fingers together. |
The seats were comfy. The boots ever more so, and they afforded plenty of privacy. Kane fidgeted nervously. It felt like a date. It wasn't one, but it felt like it! What made it like that, this outing? Probably knowing that Dean wanted it to be one. That was obvious. Everything pointed to that. The way Dean kept glancing at Kane, the way he aced and flirted just a bit. And when he sat down, well the model looked a bit nervous. "You seem a bit tense. Worried about something?' Kane set his hands on the table, slid them forward a bit. And of course his stomach went and grumbled loudly.
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Dean lifted a brow. "Tense...? No..." He shook his head and studied Kane. In fact, he felt rather relaxed. Perhaps less than usual if he were being honest, he wanted Kane to like him quite a bit, more than with any other relationship he was hoping to get into. This guy was new and unique and a beautiful, minty breath of fresh, rain-tinged air. The man's eyes were like staring into a brewing storm, that intense few minutes before the rain started to fall and the lightening started to flash and fork where one's heart began pounding in anticipation. If Dean weren't a master of his emotions he would have been breathing hard just making eye contact. "Are you worried?" He tilted his head and raised a brow in curiosity, letting his shoulders fall from any tense position they might have been held in. |
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