The Muse Chapter 6

THE MUSE

Chapter 6

By David Inutookaminoma

The multicolored streaks of light lived to the rhythm of the music, appearing here and there, kissing faces and necks, illuminating soaked shirts, dazzling smiles, accompanying the more or less happy dance steps of the nightclub’s customers. They split the noisy darkness with surgical precision.

At the top of their lungs, people sang along to the choruses that followed one after the other. Some people seemed to have swallowed too much strong alcohol: their faltering steps betrayed them easily as much as their derailed voices.

Soan’s shirt, drenched in sweat, stuck to his slightly tanned skin. Some strands of hair clung to his forehead.

Facing him, dancing, Meike let his eyes run down Soan’s neck. Droplets of sweat slid down his chest, wetting the fabric of his shirt.

At the first electronic notes of “Freed from desire”, an old title reinvigorated by the exploits of the French athletes at the Paris Olympics, hands rose at the same time as the lazy ones who remained on the comfortable armchairs. The mass of dancers became compact, forcing Meike, carried away by the rhythm, to approach Soan who put an arm around him and began to jump in time with him. At first hesitant, Meike, in turn, embraced Soan with one arm. Together, in chorus with all the dancers, they accompanied the refrain of the title.

The faces of Soan and Meike brushed against each other, their thighs were so close that from time to time, they touched.

Soan smiled radiantly; Meike scrutinized this spectacle, tempted to hug his partner even more. He held back.

A third boy came to clump up to them. Meike and Soan welcomed him into their small circle, allowing him to lean towards Meike’s ear to say a few words to him.

Soan had seen them chatting several times since their arrival. As he expected, Meike warned him:

“I’m going to get some air with Fabricio.”

Soan gave a thumbs up as Meike and Fabricio walked away. At that precise second, someone hugged Soan from behind. The photographer tensed up a little and faced the stranger, whom he didn’t misunderstand at all.

“Charlie!”

“How are you, Soan? I thought you were with your boyfriend so I didn’t dare come and greet you.”

“I’m fine. He’s a friend. Just a friend. What are you doing around here?”

“I think I’m done looking for my date…” Charlie said, letting his hands slide down to Soan’s hips. “I have a great memory of the last time…”

Soan also had a great memory of the meeting with Charlie: his memory went back over all the data in three-quarters of a second, whether they were sound, olfactory or visual.

Without a second thought, Charlie brandished an intact condom packet. Soan smiled and took it between his lips. They plunged into the crowd of dancers.

Early in the morning, with dark circles under his eyes, Soan got out of bed. Completely naked, he walked to the French window and went through it. He stepped on the stoned balcony, leaning on it. The sun was beating down too hard on his eyes; he squinted.

In front of him, on the right, the deep blue ocean as far as the eye could see sparkled with the sun's rays. On the left, the pool was already occupied: Meike was swimming lengths.

Back in his room, he put on his boxer shorts, took a clean pair of shorts and a tank top, grabbed his toiletry bag from the bathroom before running down the stairs to the ground floor. Giving Meike a friendly hello, who responded before taking a nice dip, he stripped off and went into the poolside shower. He washed himself in the sun. What a pleasure!

Then he set about preparing breakfast for two, toasting slices of bread de Campagne and gathering coffee, fresh orange juice, butter and jam on the terrace table.

Meike cut his training short and helped to finalize the set-up.

Face to face, the two young men sat down. Their eyes hesitated to attach to each other. However, it happened quite quickly because Soan wanted to make sure that Meike felt fit enough to take a series of shots.

“Are you sure about what you want?” he asked.

“Yes: erotic photos. Admit that you’re dying to take pictures of me in erotic situations!”

Soan had to admit it. It was a special touch in his profession: taking both artistic and erotic photos of young men. Meike had all the qualities required. The photographer didn’t dare ask Meike’s motivations in this matter.

“I would also like,” the German suggested, “for you to take erotic photos of Fabricio with me.”

Soan sank back in his chair:

“Oh yeah! What happened between you?”

“Nothing! We just… kissed.”

“And would he agree to me taking pictures of him with you?”

“Absolutely! Isn’t he delicious?”

“Definitely!”

“Would you like to take these pictures?”

“Yes… When should he come?”

“Tomorrow… I wasn’t sure we’d be operational today…”

They laughed.

“That gives me time to think about situations.”

“Now tell me what happened to you! I saw you with a handsome blond guy…”

“Charlie! A guy I’d already been on a date with. We both had a good memory of it. So when he saw me yesterday, we… isolated ourselves.”

“Did you fuck?”

“I can confirm that we didn’t string pearls! And finally, the Yaris is spacious enough for that…”

“Did you fuck in your car?”

“Yes! In the passenger seat!”

“Uuuh! I sat there!”

Soan burst out laughing.

“Don’t worry! We didn’t do anything dirty.”

There was a minute or two of silence. Then Meike continued:

“What time are we starting?”

“I have to manage my orders first; we’ll start after. But we can also start later.”

“Do you already know what you’re going to ask me?”

“I want to take a picture of you…”

“...in a Jockstrap, I know!”

Their laughter bounced on the floor like little rabbits on the run.

From the balcony of his room, Meike watched Soan working on the set he had imagined: an inflatable mattress for two people was wrapped in a sheet, itself covered with a draped duvet. Everything was white, except for the bright red pillowcases. It was set on the ocean side. Meike guessed that the Atlantic would appear in the background of the photos. Before joining Soan, Meike put on one of the Jockstraps.

On the terrace, Soan was obviously distracted by the arrival of the model whose Jockstrap highlighted his curves. He did not let himself be dominated by this little gust of warm wind that crossed his belly: he got up and joined Meike who was waiting for the photographer's instructions. The latter grabbed a bottle of baby skin oil.

"Hold out your hands and lightly massage your skin with this oil."

"Where?"

"Everywhere! And when you’re done, I’ll wet your skin,” Soan added, pointing to a plastic spray bottle lying nearby on the ground.

“Can you help me with my back?”

Soan willingly played along: after all, it was just a matter of spreading oil on his shoulders, between his shoulder blades, then going down to his bare buttocks along his spine or hips. When he was done, he quickly passed the bottle to Meike and ran away, hastily turning his back on the smiling model.

“Everything okay, Soan?”

“Yes, why?”

Everything was fine except for that damn erection that was deforming his shorts. It was better for him to move away for a few seconds to breathe, to think about something else. He could always pretend that he was thinking about Charlie astride him. But he couldn't stop his eyes from returning to Meike who was massaging his buttocks, his thighs, his abdomen... Soan closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe. He thought about concentration, tatamis and taekwondo.

"I'm ready."

Soan grabbed the mister, walked towards Meike and sprayed him with a few clouds.

"Okay, Meike! I'd like you to behave as naturally as possible."

"Be more directive with me!" suggested the model.

"More directive," repeated Soan to himself while brandishing his camera. "Walk towards the bed as soon as I tell you GO."

Soan placed his back to the ocean and gave the go. Meike took a leisurely step towards the bed.

"Lie down on your back... Pretend you're discovering this place and want to rest or..."

"...fuck!"

Click!

Meike, in controlled but as natural as possible movements, sat on the bed, looking far away towards the horizon to the west. He ran a hand over his neck, over his shoulder. Click! He stretched out on the bed then bent one leg which he spread at the same time. Click!

Behind the eye of his camera, Soan kept his mouth half-open and breathed gently. Meike's other leg spread to the side. This movement offered an immediate view of the model's crotch. His testicles were covered but not the crack of his buttocks. Soan swallowed the saliva that had instantly accumulated in his mouth.

Click! Meike moved on the bed as if an invisible lover were caressing him. Then he turned onto his stomach and, in a slow movement, hoisted himself up onto his knees and forearms. Soan had a bird's eye view of Meike's little moon. Click! The model looked at him with a discreet smile. Click!

When he felt he had collected enough views of Meike in a jockstrap, Soan went to the kitchen, took a pitcher of lemonade out of the fridge, and returned to the terrace with Meike, to whom he served a glass of the cold drink. He drank one too.

“Still up for it?” Meike assured himself sincerely. “If you don’t feel like it…”

“No, I do!”

Soan had to drink a second glass of lemonade, which amused the model who, however, hid it. He responded favorably to Soan’s gesture inviting him to join the bed.

Soan, whose gaze was never to be taken away from this alluring body practically naked in front of him, exhaled deeply when Meike slipped under the bed sheet.

“The slight rustle of the sheet on your tanned skin catches my attention,” he thought. “The one of your panties sliding down your legs affirms the sensuality that emanates from you. On your beautiful face, a furtive cloud sighs that a few words are necessary to calm your doubt. Nevertheless, you chase it away with an amused sigh. The delicate murmur of the cotton that caresses your hips while you bare them without a word, enchants me. Behind the eye of my camera, do you imagine me troubled? I feel like the feverish painter in front of his perfect muse. Your legs gently spread. I hear in your gaze like a doubt. You bend one knee slightly; your pelvis discreetly lifts. Behind the eye of my camera, I pretend to finish some adjustments. I swallow my saliva, my forehead oozes, my stomach ignites. I hear your voice without distinguishing your words. You smile. My eyelids lower; I breathe. Deep down, do you hear me calling myself to order? The eye of my camera extends my hands and lips. It skims your seductive lines and searches for the G-spot: that second that will immortalize the best of you and leave the desire it will arouse forever hanging. Grasping the sheet with my fingertips to dress the small of your back forces me to capture the warmth of your skin. I would so much like to lose myself for a moment. In the ocean of my thoughts, I exhale. You do it... I see it in the way you undulate... What are you dreaming of: William, Fabricio, a handsome stranger? I hear you meowing softly: what do you want so much at this precise moment? This is the right time.”

Click!

Meike moved to lie on his back.

Under Soan's surprised gaze, he was getting a furious hard-on. Soan suddenly felt overcome by doubt: to photograph or not?

“I’m sorry,” sighed Meike, “I have to…”

Soan saw Meike firmly grasp his erect penis with his right hand. A drop of sweat trickled down from his temple. To photograph or not? Meike closed his eyes, breathing deeply and briefly, shaking his wrist. Soan looked up from his camera: click! And click! Click! Click! He couldn’t tell whether Meike’s lack of restraint bothered him or excited him. In any case, behind his mechanical eye, he missed nothing of this proper masturbation. Nothing escaped the expressions on Meike’s face or in his body posture.

Meows rose from Meike’s mouth, his abs contracted (click!), his pelvis undulated more and more markedly. Click! The rhythm of his wrist quickened. Click! Click! Click! He pushed on his feet to raise his pelvis and arch his back. Click!

Meike's moans became louder. He froze. His sperm spurted violently all over his abdomen, a little on his neck and on the bed. The clicks multiplied.

Soan approached Meike and looked him in the eyes:

"Sorry," the young model said immediately.

"No! I want you to let yourself go as you would if you were alone."

Then, under the watchful eye of the camera, Meike relaxed, slowly calmed down, his face oozing with sweat. Then he caressed his own abdomen with a finger that collected sperm. Catching his breath, he stared at Soan who guessed a question.

"Make yourself at home..."

Meike swallowed his finger then smiled.

"Soan, you're hard!"

"Don't get involved in this!"

Meike started laughing. Soan photographed him and couldn’t hold back his comment:

“You’re very handsome!”

Meike’s smile faded on tiptoe. Eye to eye, one embedded itself in the other’s mind for the best. Would he take the plunge and move towards me? Would he dare? I would so much like him to dare…

Soan freed himself from this fearsome tête-à-tête and took a picture of Meike’s soiled abdomen without hiding anything of his penis that was calming down. Meike crossed his hands on his stomach; they were soaking in his sperm. Click!

“I couldn’t help myself…” Meike clarified.

“I know… No 20-year-old guy could have done it in the same circumstances…”

“Did you photograph everything?”

“Yes.”

“You still have an erection!” Meike teased.

Soan was going to answer, but what? How could one resist such a hot scene? He turned his back on Meike and whistled the end of the session, adding clearly:

“You were great! I’m putting all that on my computer; you can see what it looks like later.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Jump into the water!”