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Picture Perfect [Aphrodite & harakun]
Plot: A famous photographer has a favorite model as his muse. The relationship was strictly platonic until the model gets into a relationship. The photographer realizes his feelings but is it too late?
Photographer: Name: Callum Cormick Cassidy Age: Twenty Appearance: http://modelmayhm-6.vo.llnwd.net/d1/...695831fe_m.jpg |
Model: Name: Sean McThorman Age: Twenty-three Appearance: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c9KotcbaiB...seanfaris2.jpg |
Click. Click. Click. "Yes, Sean that's it! Perfect! Keep it up!" Callum called out to his muse, smiling nice and wide as he took pictures. This was going to be perhaps his best shoot yet, and he had no one to thank but the man in front of the camera. Callum continued snapping away until the camera's memory was full. "And we're done!" He ran over to Sean and kissed his cheek. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, thank you, thank you." He smiled at the handsome model and took him over to review the photos. "Pick your favorites and we'll use them for the spread."
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Sean gave the poses he was sure his photographer and his viewers would like. He's been successful in the modeling industry since he was twenty. Having been scouted by the photographer he's working for now, he's very thankful for Callum. It's enough to make him do his best and raise Callum's expertise in the field. He's heard that Callum's getting a lot of projects and he's glad for the man.
When the man had announced they were done, he'd picked up his shirt he'd taken off not very long ago and slipped it on. He didn't button it up, though. He didn't have to since he was going to return the shirt to the designer's rack. The kiss to his cheek made him smile slightly and he'd stood by his camera man's side to see the pictures. "Mm... they're all good," he said, looking rather amused, "You take great pictures, Cal." The man pointed out a few, though - ones that made him look good in the pictures - and smiled rather handsomely. "How many more to pick out?" he asked, looking quite troubled, "I need to go to the bathroom." |
"Just two more," Callum said as he looked over the shots Sean had picked out. He knew what order he would place them in and he knew they would be a big hit. He made some mental notes as the model picked out the last shots. "You're free to go now." He watched the handsome man walk away and called after him, "Don't forget to bring those pants back!" Chuckling to himself, he began to pack away his equipment when he heard a phone go off. Knowing whose it was, he answered without a second thought. "Sean McThorman's phone," he said as soon as he answered. "He's currently preoccupied at the moment, can I take a message?" As he listened, he felt himself become filled with jealousy. "Sure, I'll let him know you called." He hung up the phone and frowned. Why hadn't Sean told him about his lover?
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Sean did as he was told. He picked out two more of the pictures before he'd smiled again. "Thanks," he said before he'd chuckled and raised his hand a little as a reply to the words of the photographer. By the time he was finished with the bathroom, he'd gotten back to the studio to catch the photographer who seemed to be looking at his phone strangely. "You look like you've seen something you didn't like," he asked, not even the least bit bothered that someone had answered his phone for him. Jogging to where Callum was, he held his hand out for his phone, "Did someone call?"
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Callum looked at the model and smiled slightly. "Ah yeah, someone did actually." He handed the phone over to the man and went back to packing up his equipment. It wasn't any of his business really; Sean was entitled to do whatever he wanted in his personal life. He wasn't sure why he was bothered so much by it. After all, it's not like the other man had ever shown any interest in him. Once he was done packing he said bye to his assistants and smiled at Sean. "Thanks for doing this for me. I owe ya one."
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Sean idly wondered who called when he'd heard Callum's reply. Taking the phone, he'd checked his calls history and raised his brows a little when he'd seen that it was his boyfriend, that business tycoon, who'd called. Looking back up at Callum, he'd reached out with his free hand to grab ahold of the man's arm. "Did he say anything embarrassing?" he asked, looking a little worried as he'd left the other's gratitude hanging in the air.
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"No. He just said he was excited for dinner this evening." Callum looked at Sean and raised an eyebrow. "So how long have you two been together?" he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. He slowly released himself from the model's grip and looked at him, trying to see just how much he liked his boyfriend. He tried to figure out why he cared so much. It's not like he had any feelings other than friendship towards the man. Right?
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Sean let out a quiet and relieved sigh. If that was all, then, it was okay. He'd only realized he'd been holding the other's arm still when the photographer had released himself from his grip. Just as he was about to open his mouth to apologize, he found himself remembering the question the photographer had asked. "We're celebrating our second month anniversary tonight," he said, smiling slightly. His cheeks were a little flushed from the embarrassment of having to reveal such a personal thing to the man who'd helped him out a lot and slid his phone into his pocket. "Thanks for relaying the message. I'm looking forward to tonight, too."
Patting the other's shoulder, he'd smiled again rather charmingly. "See you, Cal. Take care in going home and..." he trailed off as he'd leaned in to kiss the photographer's cheek, "I'll be looking forward to the pictures." The male left then for the dressing room. He had to change and then head home to take a bath. |
Callum didn't know what to say, so he just waved as his muse departed. He frowned to himself about how excited Sean was for his dinner this evening. Sighing, the photographer closed up his studio and headed home. On the way, he began to realize that he did care for the model as more than just a friend and a coworker. In fact, he possibly even loved the man. Groaning to himself, Callum entered his apartment. He had to figure out some way to get Sean to feel the same for him. He decided to make an appearance at the restaurant the model was celebrating at tonight. He started to get ready.
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Getting out of the car, looking quite embarrassed and a little ruffled, the male tried to fix himself to look himself presentable. It was unfair how the businessman could just easily fix himself. He wasn't wearing the suit like he'd usually do. He wore a rather stylish and branded shirt that was a dark velvet color with dark pants and a pair of leather shoes. He was handsome, in his own way, and could've had passed off as a model if it weren't for him already being a shareholder of a certain company.
"You could've at least held back," the model said, laughing lightly in amusement before he'd met up with his lover and kissed him on the lips. "If it's you, I can't help it." Sean playfully punched the man's arm and he'd followed him into the restaurant. It was one of those simpler restaurants - as per requested by the model himself. They've been eating so much in lavish restaurants where he had to dress up and now, well, he wanted something much more toned down. With only a v-necked, black shirt with light blue, low-cut denims and a pair of wool boots, he adjusted his watch on his wrist and thanked the maitre d' when he'd seated them. The two chatted up about work, with Sean, as usual, talking much about his photographer and the pictures he took. |
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