Cass seemed to be having a heart attack off to the side, but it was apparently her telltale motion of positive thought. As if she could send her thoughts to whoever was being photographed at the time. Dean smiled a bit. "It's because I am relaxed." He said easily. "This camera stuff's second nature to me." They called a pause, and Cass instructed Kane to release the leash but for Dean to keep it on. Then Cass had someone approach, instructing Dean to take his shirt off and to put his hands behind his back. When he did, the shirt left where it was, he felt cold metal on his wrists. They were fake handcuffs, with a little lever to release them without the key, but they were made of real metal. "I hope you don't get freaked out when they bring out a few other things." Dean said, and looked around, shifting his shoulders a bit and opened his mouth when a gag was introduced, cinched at the back gently because it was a shoot and nothing overly serious.

Since he couldn't speak now, Cass had to offer Kane the words Dean normally would. "Mm-kay, Kane, you're gonna hold the leash up above Dean's head and you'll hold this in your other hand, position it just under his chin, or along his jawline. Move it a little every few seconds so the cameras will get a good shot of all the little positions you move it in." She put what looked to be a thick ruler with a thinner handle in his other hand. "That's a really simple flogger, nothing serious today. You'll be in a little more of this shot, but it's from below the shoulder and behind so no one'll be able to see who you are." She backed away, moving her hands as if rolling a giant, invisible spool of string.

Dean couldn't speak but he could see the flex in Kane's arms and shoulders, how his tense muscles worked beside the thoughts in his head or the feelings in his heart. Now he felt... tense. Or was it anger? Whatever it was, it was helping. Dean felt himself shiver unconsciously, and closed his eyes. His body simply wanted to react and that wouldn't do. Not now, at least. When Cass clapped her hands, it meant they were about finished, at least with the pieces that needed a filler. Pulling the lever down on the cuffs, Dean released his hands and pulled the gag off as he stood, smiling at Kane. "You did wonderfully!" Dean exclaimed, grasping Kane's arms and pulling the dark decor off, handing it to Cass as she approached so she could put it up.

He unhooked the collar, winding the thing around his hand. "Don't worry, Kane, when the official shoots are done these shots are burned so they can't be sold off the books by random creeps." He patted Kane's shoulder. "And you weren't caught in any shot from the front or above the shoulder, so you're safe. What'd you think?" He handed the leash and collar to a runner as they passed, and retrieved his shirt from the floor, fanning it out before putting it back on. "Interesting, isn't it?" Dean's hair was messy now, but he didn't mind that. He ruffled it a little more at the thought.

Dean came to a sudden and immediate stop and nearly fell over from the momentum keeping the rest of his body going. "Have one...?" Dean was, oddly, speechless for the first time in a very long time. Then a huge grin broke out on his face and he turned directly to Kane. "You want one? Really? Like, one of these you just got finished with, not some other random shoot that was going on upstairs or next door or somewhere, right?" He clasped his hands in front of his face and managed to stop himself from bouncing up and down rapidly.

"Oh I'll have to ask the editor and the renderer but I'll see what I can do! Hell, I'll get one of the cameras and bring it to you, go sit over there." He pointed to one of the stools near the table that held the props and items Kane had seen already, and some he hadn't before. "I'll be right over after I wrestle a camera away from one of these neurotic photographers." He slid away, dodging a runner and zoning in on a man flitting through the photographs he'd taken from the side.

It took a single glare to get the photographer to hand his camera over. They weren't used to Dean looking angry, frustrated, annoyed in any manner. Serious was a skin he didn't even wear well. He took the camera carefully and hurried across the room again, shooing the runners. "Scatter off!" He barked. "Do I really gotta treat you like flies?" The young men and women sidled away, going to their jobs. Some hurried off in different directions and a couple left the room entirely. He sat beside Kane, patting his back. "Hey, wake up! That wasn't even a warm-up." He unscrewed the lens and brought up the display.

"So these are from two positions." He said, and handed Kane the camera. "Left and right to scroll obviously. Pick the one you want and I'll write the number down so I get the right one, eh?" He smiled, sitting back a bit and watching Kane. Somehow it was differnt than having photos evaluated for the final cut right now. This was Kane, and he was going on pure interest, not on angle, lighting, casting, scene, or situation.

Dean laughed. Everyone was curious about newcomers, whether they were visitors or new runners or light riggers or fillers. Kane, having come as a visitor then turned into a filler, was just a little extra for everyone to take in and talk about. He watched Kane flip through the pictures, some better than others, but they were just reference pictures. As long as details could be seen, that was all that mattered, so inexperienced fillers were forgiven until they were necessary in the final shoots. When Kane showed the camera, Dean smiled.

"That's pretty good. I can almost see you to the side." Dean took the camera, pulling a pen from his pocket and writing the photo number on his wrist. "There we go, I'll remember it that way really easily that way." The photographer was nearby, and when his things were offered back, he snatched them away and wandered off, muttering curses. "I'll ask Miss Editor about getting a copy of that picture, okay? No questions asked." He added quickly, hoping Kane wouldn't feel too exposed because of that.

Dean was immediately flooded with warmth, and felt such a strong pull toward the other man he didn't know if he could handle it sitting still. He did, however, grasping his knees so he didn't look odd, or jump at Kane where he was. "That's... Yeah, I guess so." He smiled brightly, thinking about it. He'd been so intently focused on Kane that he'd forgotten where he was for a fraction of a second. His eyes had softened, his expression had a bit of a half-lost tone to it. Maybe Kane saw that too. That in that instant there was no one else in that room except him, Kane.

He snapped out of his thoughts and grinned. "Naah, you didn't hurt me." He brushed a hand back through his hair and it laid down more. "To be honest I like it a little rough now and then." Dean gave a mischievous grin, brushing his shoulder against Kane's.

"Nooooo." Dean said seriously, and shook his head hard. He said what was on his mind regardless of what others felt about it. But he was watching the scene change, and smiled a bit at it.

"Yeah?" He tilted his head. "Sounds so boring." The words came out in a sigh. "Anyway, looks like they're gonna do some official shots..." He shivered. "With another model. Ooh, look, here he comes now!" Dean pointed as the door opened, and someone entered. Just because his eye was on Kane didn't mean he couldn't look, however. Kane wasn't fully aware of himself anyway, and that meant Dean couldn't be penalized for eyeing others around his friend. This model had blonde hair, very long, and a thin but toned body. A dancer's body. He was long and tall and had pale green eyes and a sharp face and high cheekbones, and eyebrows that were always set to 'intense'. And he was barely wearing anything. Very obviously a sub, he knew from just a glance. Dean grinned, leaning against the table behind him and absently glancing up. In the shadows above them was a form that looked suspiciously like a cross, and he hoped Kane wouldn't ask about that particular item.

Dean smiled, shaking his head when Kane ran his hand over his hair. "Well... maybe you do." He shrugged a little, eyeing Kane then turning back to watch the shoot. What he'd said buzzed in his head. "I think you look better any day of the week." God, did he really say that? He was dying to get Kane to say more, or elaborate on what he'd said, but there was no way he'd push. Not when the walls were crumbling down on their own. He wouldn't push and risk a complete collapse that crushed one or both of them. But he did want to hear it again, in a way.

"So you prefer the dark side..." Dean said offhandedly. The current model was pale, but in an appealing way. He was manhandled by a few women, posed this way and that on dark velvet and gold, then took a few minutes to be draped in dark cloth that hung off his body the right way and would eventually completely fall off.

Dean bit his tongue and groaned inwardly. Anything he wanted to say would be stupid and hurried and wouldn't even make sense. He gave himself a moment to focus on the shifting form who was currently the doll of the cameras, then breathed out. His hands were itching to touch Kane, his lips and tongue wanted to taste him---no doubt he tasted as good as he smelled, spicy, slightly warm, sweet. He settled himself, though, with a slow breath out. "Well I can't help it if I'm drawn to how damn gorgeous you are." Dean said at last, looking Kane's way. God, he loved the guy's chestnut hair. Maybe it smelled like gingerbread.

"And hell, I might come off as desperate sometimes but I kind of am. Doesn't mean it stops me from seeing perfection and hoping I can take a chance again, y'know?" He shrugged a little, looking away and to the scene again.

Dean wrinkled his nose but didn't comment. He'd been shown the line since meeting the guy verbally for the first time, that line Kane had set and had made very clear that he didn't want to cross. True, Dean had pushed it, but Kane hadn't exactly fought too hard to keep the line where it was. He'd even agreed to be a filler without much question. And no only that, but he'd actually asked for one of the pictures before it and the rest were destroyed. One of the pictures of Dean, and where Kane was just very nearly within frame. Did he like it? Did he have intentions? Dean almost smiled before schooling his features and looking at the man.

"Of course I meant it." He said quickly, then looked away. "I don't exactly admit my emotional undoings willy-nilly, now. Most nights it's pretty lonely. See I live on nearly the top floor on one of the high rises along the strip, and my room faces the ocean. So when I look out there it just looks so... empty, y'know? Kinda sucks to come home to a cold apartment. Thought about getting a pet but figured I'd be gone too often so it wouldn't be too fair for it." Dean leaned up when Cass came by to retrieve a box from behind him, then returned to his laid-back position on the table. "You live alone I take it, don't you feel the same way sometimes?" He glanced sideways.

Dean nodded eagerly, sitting upright. "Yeah. Or like a freezer... I have such a nice view but it doesn't really make it better. That's why I'm always with a friend, or hanging around with someone and putting off going to home or looking for an excuse to stay out until I just have to go home. Or looking for someone to take away the edge for a while... That's getting really stale though. I don't wanna risk myself with random hookups anymore, I mean, I think I'm getting a little old for that stupid idea." Dean smiled. He did think that, but no one would know by taking a look. He wanted something sturdy, stable, and serious, something that would actually last and he didn't have to worry about where the other half would be or what they would be thinking, or if they wanted to leave. He wanted to go home and feel someone was there, and see them, and be able to rest beside them in the evening.

Dean smiled brightly, his sullen demeanor suddenly melting away and brightening almost immediately. "I don't think you have it in you to be just a random hookup." He said brightly, and leaned over a bit. "We could do that hanging out thing if you want. I got a few more shoots to do upstairs, but I oughta be done by two. Wanna come?" He poked the visitor pass on Kane's chest. "That's still valid. And upstairs we're gonna get some new poses." He tilted his head, speaking into Kane's ear. "Gonna bring out chains and some silky ropes and stuff." He chuckled quietly, pulling away and standing, stretching his legs. Those metal stools made everything below his waist fall asleep.