Page 7 of Salacious Star

Immediately, my cheeks flushed, though I didn't withdraw my hand.God, could I have sounded any more like I was in fucking middle school?

Tristan's eyes widened a little, and they flicked down my body, and then back up to my face before the polite smile on his face widened to something a little more genuine.

"Xander," he said, his voice rough and deep. Vibrating enough to send little shivers down my spine, to make me gulp.

Fuck, his voice was even better in person.

Tristan was a little taller than me, enough that I had to tip my head back to look him in the eye. His hazel eyes were bright and interested as they looked me over, his cheekbones and jawline sharp and cleanly shaved.

He would look good with some scruff. It would feel so fucking good when he...

Nope. We werenotgoing to go down that path. Not when I was already so nervous, half hard and ready to bolt at the first sign of something going wrong.

I gulped, and gave Tristan a once over, the same as he had done to me. He wore a casual, comfortable-looking pair of jeans, too, and a white t-shirt with a V-neck that teased at a sharp collarbone. His biceps were deliciously defined, his veins prominent all the way down to his long, thick fingers.The same fingers that I had spent far, far too much time looking at the night before while I jacked off.

He looked strong. Sturdy. Definitely sturdy enough for...anything that we were going to be asked to do.

I flushed again at the thought of what we wereherefor, and I swallowed down a squeak as Tristan extended his hand for me to shake, and I accepted the gesture. His palm was warm and firm against mine, and I ignored the way goosebumps erupted on the back of my neck at the simple gesture.

Cool, Xan. Keep it fucking cool.

"Alright, very good." The photographer, Emmett I remembered, gestured at the couch that was stationed in the middle of the casual living room set. His camera was in his hands, and he tweaked one of the lights overhead a tiny bit before he turned his full attention to us. "Go ahead and sit down, and we'll get started. Just some easy poses at first, get warmed up."

Tristan winked at me, his entire body softening a little from the tension that seemed to have been filling him when I first walked into the room. "Come on," he said, his voice low.Husky.

Nerves flooded me, and I couldn't even enjoy how blatantly sexual the man's voice was as I followed him over to the couch. Tristan sat down first, and then I followed suit, perched on the edge of the cushion while Tristan sprawled out next tome. He looked far more comfortable than I did, though that was to be expected with his experience.

"How do you want us, Em?" Tristan asked, glancing at me.

Emmett mumbled softly before lifting his camera to his face and taking a few experimental clicks. He looked at the little display on his camera, his lips twisting, and then he looked at us, nodding. "Alright, yeah. We're going to go casual, yeah? So Tris, as you are is fine. Xander, move closer to him, lean into him. Get comfortable. You're boyfriends just spending time, watching TV, okay? We'll start there."

Emmett looked at me expectantly, and I swallowed hard before I nodded, letting out a shaky breath. My stomach fluttered again, and mentally I berated myself.

This was no different than anything that I had done with boyfriends before. This was no different than my cam shows at home. Hell, this might even be a little bit better; at least I didn't have to see the shitty, objectifying comments appear on my screen in real time, this time.

I dragged in another breath, then scooted closer to Tristan. I was painfully aware of the fact that I was shirtless and he wasn't, and the heat of his bodyburnedinto my side as I got more comfortable, settling back against the couch - which was a little irritating and itchy, admittedly.

Tristan stretched his arm out around my shoulder, turning into me and placing his other hand on top of my thigh. Immediately I stiffened again at the touch, but Tristan didn't seem bothered by my awkwardness. He nudged his bare foot up against mine, and pulled me a little closer so that my full body weight was practically laying on top of him. Comfortable,intimate.

"Yeah, there you go. That's good." Emmett continued mumbling as he started clicking, the camera shifting this wayand that as he walked around, getting different angles of the two of us.

And it should have been easy. Iknewthat. We weren't evendoinganything. But I couldn't get my muscles to unlock. I was almost painfully aware of Tristan's hand on top of my thigh, his fingers casually tracing along the inseam of my jeans while we waited for Emmett to throw instructions our way, and the heat of the lights beating down on us was way hotter than I would have thought it would be.

Emmett continued to take pictures, throwing out occasional directions, and after an almost unbearably awkward fifteen minutes, Tristan let out a little huff and leaned close to me.

"You need to relax, sweetheart. Tension shows in the pictures."

His voice was a low murmur, his breath puffing out against my ear as he pressed closer, and I shivered.

"I...I don't know how," I whispered. Embarrassment made my cheeks flush, and Tristan chuckled, soundingpleasedfor some reason.

"Em," he called out, interrupting Emmett muttering to himself.

"Yeah?"

"I have an idea to help Xan relax, you cool with it? I think it'll turn out some decent shots, especially if you use the black and white filter with the contrast on high."

I was impressed with Tristan's casual knowledge of photography elements that went right over my head, and after a moment of scrutinizing us, Emmett nodded.

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