Page 46 of Obsessed

But if he did, then it might wreck whatever had been building between them. Sticking to Emma’s advice and continuing to see where things went still seemed like the best option, but it felt like too simple of a solution for a complex set of emotions that were all new to him.

“What are you doing?” The shutter clicked a few times, interrupting Rain’s thoughts, and he flopped on his back, looking up at Mason with a smile.

“Studying for the drone license.” He gestured at the laptop next to him. “I know the test isn’t for a while but I wanted to get a head start.” People would probably think that Rain liked drones because Mason did, as if he were copying the first man who gave him true safety, imprinting like a baby bird, but those people would be wrong. Rain had always found drones interesting, along with many other things, but he’d never had the space or ability to nurture his interests. Now, he could explore whatever he wanted to and not only had drones been handed to him, but he also thoroughly enjoyed flying them around.

Mason let out a grunt that sounded like approval and pride.

“I don’t want to interrupt your studying.”

“It’s fine.” Rain sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress. “What’s up?”

“Can you pose for me today?” Mason’s eyes flicked up to the long, narrow windows along one wall of the bedroom. “The weather is perfect.”

“Sure! I need a break anyway.” He closed the laptop.

“This will be the last shoot,” Mason stated and Rain froze, confusion washing across his face until Mason put up a hand. “For the exhibition.”

“Oh,” Rain sighed in relief. “Don’t you have a couple of months?”

“That’s barely enough time to choose the photos, print them, frame them, and design my display.” Mason already looked tired talking about it.

“That makes sense because you have so many great shots to choose from!” Flashing a cheesy grin, Rain flipped his hair back, acting full of himself, although most of it wasn’t an act.

“I do,” Mason deadpanned. “You’re perfect in most of them. It will be difficult to pick the best.”

Struck dumb in the middle of preening, Rain tried not to blush but failed.

“So,” he coughed after a few seconds, tilting his head so his hair covered his heated face. “Where is this last session?”

“The yard.”

Rain blinked in surprise but it made sense once he thought about it. Autumn had come in beautifully and the trees that lined the property shone in an arrangement of oranges and reds, but the crown jewel was the weeping willow. Standing at the back of the property, its bright yellow leaves glowed under the sun.

Excitement in his veins, Rain stood. “What should I wear?”

“Whatever you want.” Gracing Rain with one of his soft grins, Mason went into the studio and Mouse shot out of nowhere to trot after him.

For most of his life Rain hadn’t cared too much about fashion because everything looked good on him. Over the years, he’d built up a closet of favorites but it had all been decimated by Gage, and any funds to replenish had been dedicated to his savings account. So, he’d stuck to thrifting and had recently acquired a few gorgeous things that he knew he’d be able to keep. Staring at them, he smirked, picking the sequined white suit which had won by a mile.

It was a woman’s suit but it fit him perfectly. Curving in and fastening under his ribcage with a single button, the tight jacket showed an enticing amount of skin and the pants clung to his ass perfectly, flaring at the bottom. Paired with white boots that had a bit of a heel, eyeliner, and spray to make his hair shinier, the ensemble gave sexy nineteen-seventies vibes and Rain couldn’t wait to show Mason.

Heading outside, it didn’t take him long to find the set. A bright blue accent chair sat in the middle of the lawn, surrounded by reflectors on stands and two tripods. Busy adjusting the largest reflector, which hovered close to the chair, Mason didn’t notice Rain until he stood next to him.

Halfway through twisting a knob, Mason stilled and turned, staring at Rain without speaking, but his eyebrows went up a full inch and his pupils dilated, telling Rain just how beautiful he looked.

Rain spun in a circle and curtsied, hearing the shutter sound within seconds. Blowing a kiss at the camera, he strolled to the chair, sitting on it as if it were a throne.

Squinting a bit at Rain, Mason finished turning the reflector, moved a tripod, and then changed settings on both of his cameras. Once he finished, he turned to Rain with a nod, his creative energy almost palpable, and Rain stared into the lens, ready to begin their dance.

Now that they’d been doing this for months the steps were more familiar and they were able to improvise and feed off each other, their unspoken bond guiding them to every shot. In a way, this was more intimate than sex because when Mason was behind the camera it caused Rain to bear his very soul, and after the first hour they needed a break.

“How do the pictures look?” Rain asked, standing and stretching his legs.

Mason sorted through the photos, stopping on one that made his eyes widen a bit. “Good.”

Coming over, he showed Rain a picture of him sitting staunchly in the chair, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled, and his gaze hypnotic. It stunned Rain into silence. He still couldn’t fully process the way Mason saw him but it touched his heart like nothing else had, making Rain edge along territory that he never thought he’d see.

A few more clicks brought him back to life and he stuck his tongue out at Mason, who captured that on his second camera.

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