The Muse Chapter 4

THE MUSE

Chapter 4

By David Inookaminoma

Aline Hō, smiling, dapper, left the arms of her grandson to which she entrusted the keys to her villa and engaged in the boarding corridor. The young man watched as she crossed control and sent her a last sign of gaiety, just before she disappeared.

With a glance on the arrivals panel, Soan knew which gate he now had to present himself to receive his guest from Germany.

He walked in the indicated direction, along the large bay windows on which the sun already banged. Beyond that, the view of the runways surprised him by the gigantism of these. Arriving on with an almost impatient step to the point where he would soon welcome Meike, he settled in an armchair, sprinkling his throat with a swig of mineral water.

As instinctively as since he had met him, he connected to the profile of the young model. His interest was carried, as always, on his few nude photos. His eye scanned Meike's body lines, while nibbling his lips, slightly frowning eyebrows. He would have liked to be there so much when these shots had been made, to feel the waves of this muse with charm going, to see him more closely. Much closer. Nature had spoiled Meike, without a doubt.

When the German appeared in the hall, time seemed to hang on his large size, his thin silhouette which Soan could guess, under the impeccable white t-shirt that stuck to his skin, to his swimmer's well-maintained body. His firecracker hair gave him the air of “I am young and crazy” which perfectly married the natural light of his face. His tight jeans cherished his tonic thighs, like a second epidermis. His general complexion indicated that he had taken advantage of the summer sun.

“Damn!” mumbled Soan, getting up. Shared between the desire to let his iris devour Meike and that of controlling himself better, he took a deep inspiration and then pointed out to the model of a simple manual gesture.

Meike made a smile that caused the effect of an ippon on the photographer, who forced himself to breathe slowly between his lips ajar while Meike was advancing towards him. He swallowed his saliva during their handshake. It seemed to him that the visitor's palm had wrapped his in a cocoon of sweet firmness.

“Calm down,” thought Soan.

He remembered his Taekwondo coach kicking his buttocks after the random execution of a combat technique.

“Hi, Meike! Welcome! ”

“Danke!” Meike replied. "This is the first time I have set foot in France!"

Soan had already traveled to Germany, rather in Bavaria. He had inscribed in his memories, and in the memory of his camera, its breathtaking landscapes around lakes and mountains, and its historical sites such as the Neuschwanstein Castle.

“Have you made a good trip? Are you hungry? ”

“Good trip, thank you. Yes, I'm hungry. "

“I know a small restaurant where you can eat light.”

"Perfect !"

"I'll delight!"

“No”, put Meike with determination, “I cannot accept that. I want to offer you this meal to thank you for your invitation. ”

"You seem to keep it! In return, I will take the most expensive menu. ”

They laughed, taking the direction that Soan indicated.

After a brief stint in the toilet to cool off, the two young men settled in front of a table which one might wonder if it had really been designed for the comfort of the customer.

To the great relief of Meike, the English of Soan, fluid and light, put him at ease.

At the risk of insistence, Meike scanned and scanned again Soan's face, a sumptuous mixture of European and Asian genes. The young man seemed refined and wrongly fragile. His white shirt open up till the middle of his chest, gave way to guess the very reasonably bulky and firm contours of his pectorals. It contrasts the complexion of his subtly swilled skin and underlined his solid shoulders, perceptible under the folds of the fabric when he stirred.

And what about his hands? Long fine fingers, fairly square palms ... During the handshake, Meike had perceived a softness to the touch that still disturbed him.

Soan's black hair falling on his forehead, such as the branches of a fireflower on the quiet river, hid its iris. Soan then looked at him as a wild beast in the forest. Meike adored his elegant gesture to clear his forehead from these rebel locks.

“How did you become a photographer?” he asked.

When he was a kid, Soan took photos in series from his rabbit and his dog, under almost all angles. He was walking around the family home to find a landscape to immortalize. But the desire to develop his talent came to him later:

"When my attraction for boys asserted itself, I started to build kinds of scenarios to photograph some in different places and situations. And very quickly, I loved staging couples. ”

"The photo I prefer on your site," said Meike, "it's the one that presents the hands of a couple ..."

"This one," approved Soan, "It was two super cute teens! It was their first love story. They loved caressing their hands; I thought they were doing it erotically. ”

"The image is elegant and delicate ..."

"Thanks ! It's up to you to tell me where your desire to become a model come from. ”

Meike hesitated, searched Soan's gaze then dared :

“One of my friends photographed me for my 13 year old birthday; He claimed that I was doing 16 or 17. I already liked dressing with beautiful clothes. He told me that I had good physical assets to become a model. He did realize the nudes ... I thought that I had to pay attention to my look and try something. For the moment, it's complicated to reconcile studies with this project but I want to get there. ”

"You just explained to me how your friend spotted you. But I asked you where your desire came from. ”

“William…”, said Meike. “But not just him! I am interested in the career paths of other guys. "

“But you dream of him. I deduce that you have admiration for him. "

"I would like to follow his example, draw inspiration from what he did, be as determined as him."

Soan was drinking Meike's words like whey. The model's eyes sparkled like a good champagne when he evoked his desire to parade for big clothing brands, to proudly wear their costumes, pants or underwear. Even if he was referring to him from time to time, he ends up doing without William's reference to project himself on the set of a photographer and give his person to best represent the brands, and why not , become the exclusive model of one brand.

Amused, Soan raised a hand to stop him :

"Sorry, I'm talking too much!"

“Not at all”, signs Soan kindly. “But I suggest we should take the road to the villa.”

"Yes, it's true that we are finished!" noted Meike, laughing in front of the two empty cups of coffee.

He got up at the same time as Soan, brandished his Visa card under the nose of the server who came to greet them.

"Thank you very much," said Soan.

In the latter's car that quickly took off, the electrical notes of one of the favorite musical playlists of the young photographer, "Måneskin" were brought together, in which all the available titles of the group had been gathered. On the passenger seat of the red Yaris, Meike was rhythm. Soan, behind his dark glasses, mumbled the songs while driving.

After about forty-five minutes road, the Toyota entered through the villa electric porta.l In front of the white wide house, Meike's eyes opened in large. Soan just clarified that his grandparents had made a good life in clothing trade.

The information seemed to put Meike on a break; Soan laughs.

Suitcase in hand, Meike followed Soan in the house he visited in his company: the airy and bright living space on the ground floor tiled with white warmly enhanced by a few touches of bright colors, thanks to a yellow vase, to a section of red wall or to a collection of mint green trinkets, overlooked an kitchen whose furniture and equipment drew into modernity.

Somewhere in a corridor that Soan pointed with a finger, Aline's bedroom rubbed shoulders with her bathroom.

The two young people quickly won the upper floor where the guide appointed, facing his own, Meike's bedroom with a small terrace overlooking the pool. Perched there, the young German inspired deeply and exclaimed his very good surprise: the property was partially closed by a wall, on the road side, but remained wide open on the Ocean side. The shredded rocks served as a natural barrier to any intrusion by this place.

“Thank you for this invitation,” he insisted with Soan.

"Make me a promise," said the host while heading towards the door, "feel at home!"

“Am I allowed to sunbathe and bathe naked?”

"What do you think I do when I'm alone?"

And the door closed on Soan who immediately reopened it:

"By the way, Meike, when you are ready, I have something to show you."

Feeling in Soan's voice a form of enthusiasm that bordered on excitement, Meike preferred to shake up the order of things.

"I will settle later."

He followed Soan who led him in the corridor to another room where a hermetically closed high cardboard was waiting along a wall. Soan appointed it to him:

"It's for you ...!"

Meike frowned, questioning the photographer with a suspicious look. Soan showed him a sort of handle he had to rotate. Meike was then able to open the whole front of the cardboard like the doors of a wardrobe. Inside, he discovered a wardrobe and fabric shelves. Clothes under covers were aligned on hangers. Meike looked at Soan with a perplexed eye.

"Soan, what is it?"

“You have the right to open it all. But be delicate, nothing belongs to me, "replied the photographer who plunged a hand into one of the shelves. He took out a box with a CK he held out in Meike. "This one is a gift!"

"Jockstraps," concludes Meike, with a brief laughter.

"I told you I wanted to photograph you in jockstrap."

“No, you said exactly:“ I want to see you in jockstrap ”!"

They observed each other. A discreet sign of Meike made a thank you. He opened the box: he lifted, with an amused pout on his lips, two white and black jockstraps whose belts sported multicolored letters.

“Well seen!” admitted Meike who turned to the hangers.

He read the marks on the covers. Three of his favorite brands. He seemed in shock. He grabbed a Boss cover which he gently placed on the bed before opening it. His eyes opened wide. With his fingertips, he stroked the fabric and along the seams.

"Extra slim black costume in mixed wool", described Soan, "it's a size 38: perfect for your 6.10 feet. Your measurements are perfect. ”

Meike retained his breath then admitted:

"I have never worn this in my whole my life ..."

"There is also a stretch jersey shirt to accompany the costume, a few ties and two or three pairs of derby", continued Soan.

"How did you do it?"

"I have contacts ..."

Meike considered the other covers. He stroked the one in which the costume of another brand hung. Soan handed him other boxes:

“The trunks and jockstraps are yours. They are gifts."

The model's eyes came to those of Soan:

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart ... I am frustrated to ignore how you did ...", said Meike who held out his right hand to the French man.

"No shoot today, okay? We'll rest. ” said Soan who, when leaving the room, realized that Meike was standing in front of the clothes, his eyes closed, his head slightly tilted.

“Is everything fine, Meike?”

"I blame myself for having doubted your intentions ..."

"It's normal for you to be on your guards. I will take a few minutes to manage my sales. May you feel at home ! ”

Meike nodded up and down.

"Why ? Why are you doing it all : invite me here and get these clothes? ”

“I follow my instinct.”

The two men set themselves in each other's eyes. Then Soan slided out of the room.

(To be continued)