Title: Another Boring SaturdayAuthor: Amazon X
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Category: slash, RPF, nekkid fun!
Rating: PG-13 for nekkidity, but that's itSummary: Walter and Alex need a new photographer.
Archive: Make Believe. All else, ask, I usually share.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, I have no money.
Notes: This is for our favorite wolf-girl, Laura. I love you, sweetheart. I hope your day is as good as the one you have here!
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The photographer set up the tripod for the stationary camera, eye always on the light in the room. There was sunlight behind the set draped in white, but that wouldn't read well, or so he said. His assistant loaded all the cameras with film, barely keeping her temper. He'd made her show up at the office early in order to set the supplies up, and he didn't bother to even arrive at the office on time. When they finally got to the shoot, on the gorgeous ranch, he dicked around with the "lighting".*OK, there are two hot gay men who want a tasteful nude shoot for their home. They're getting married and they want to hang the pictures in the house for the reception. He can shoot in sepia, lighting won't be a problem!*
Laura shook her head. She hated working with "artists". At the home, the men were there, wearing long fluffy robes and slippers. The younger one, with piercing green eyes and a rich ruff of almost black hair, was restless, pacing and looking as if his inner mercury was close to hitting the top. His lover, the older gentleman with the smooth pate and soft brown eyes, was speaking to him softly in Russian. Laura knew the subtle lilt of the language some deemed harsh, coarse and proletariat. Laura loved the sound.
The yelling from behind her was loud and coarse enough. "The sun is going in! How am I supposed to work with no light!” He stormed out of the room and left the two men and Laura standing there, almost speechless. Almost.
“That fuckhead will find it hard to take pictures with me punching his lights out,” the younger man said. Laura looked over at him, his eyes of jade piercing through her. He reminded her of a rattler, coiled and ready to strike at the least movement of its prey. She would have to be the anti-venom.
“OK, gentlemen, hang on, let me see what I can do here.”
Laura stepped out of the beautiful home to see her boss’ car peeling out of the driveway of the large estate. Holy shit, what do I do now? she thought to herself. OK, time to face the music.
Entering the house again, she was faced with two angry men, beautiful, but angry, who wanted to know why the photographer they hired just peeled out of their driveway. “I’m sorry...uh...you know, he didn’t even tell me your names.”
“I’m Walter Skinner and this is my lover, Alex Krycek. It’s a pleasure to meet you...Miss...
“Wolfe. Laura Wolfe. It’s my pleasure. I’m sorry, I can’t answer your question. He’s an artist and he gets like that.”
“Hey, I’m a writer, lady, I don’t miss my deadlines to my publisher,” Alex said and that’s where it clicked. He was a writer of espionage intrigue novels, Alex Krycek. She had seen his books everywhere, and soon would pick one up.
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry, I just...” The wheels spun in Laura’s head and suddenly she had a dangerous idea. “Do you have a problem who takes your pictures? He left his equipment...and I’ve been working for him for about...ever. I could probably do this and make the prints you want. And at a fraction of the cost, believe me.”
The two men looked at each other and Alex shrugged. “I guess, I dunno...”
“Look,” Laura interrupted. “My material costs are nothing, I’m using his equipment and supplies. If you don’t like what I do for you, don’t pay me. All I’m out is an afternoon, but at least I spent it looking at two beautiful nude men.” She smiled and her smiles were mankillers. These two may be gay, but both were suckered by the gleam in her eye. *Gotcha*
After the set up was complete, with the lights adjusted, the backdrop draped luxuriously over the furniture to give a true white-out effect, Laura set the camera up for the first shot. Sepia film had been her suggestion, since they were told both men were deeply tanned. And deeply they were, without tan lines. Walter and Alex weren’t subconscious about their nudity. Why should they be, they were beautiful to look at. Laura fought to maintain her composure on her work.
“OK, just relax. Look at the camera, look at me, look at each other, around the room, whatever. Just interact, be playful, enjoy it. Those shoots are much better than the rigidly posed ones. Have fun!”
She began shooting, watching the men mock wrestle, watching them kiss and play. When Laura ran out of film the first time, she told them to break a moment. Walter stood and donned his robe to leave the room. Alex lay back and waited for his lover to return.
There was a lot of barking coming from another part of the house, and soon enough, a white dog, which to Laura looked like a boxer mixed with an American standard pitbull. The dog wasn’t cropped, with a floppy tail and floppy ears. It bounded into the room, ignoring Laura and going straight for Alex. Laura knew when a golden opportunity was handed to her. She began shooting immediately, while Alex rough-housed with the playful dog. The barking was loud, but that tail never stopped wagging. Walter came back, dropped his robe and joined the fun, wrestling the dog, and Alex.
By the time Laura finished her last roll of film, she was sure she had the shots they would want. “OK, I’m going to take these and make the contact sheets. I’ll send them out to you and we can get on the phone and decide the ones you want to matte and frame."
Both men were very happy with the excellent job Laura did. They had donned their robes, and were taking the dog, which she found out was named Fang, to the enclosed area in the back yard so he could chase the lightning bugs. Walter went to get his clothes on as Alex stayed to talk to Laura while she wound cables. Alex helped her load the crates with the equipment and Walter walked out, wearing jeans, a gorgeous black Henley and well-worn black cowboy boots.
"Can I help you carry out the equipment?" he asked.
"Sure, I never turn down a helping hand," Laura said, smiling up into his handsome face.
"I'm going to get some clothes on and help, too," Alex said, scooting off into what Laura decided was their bedroom.
As they loaded the back of Laura's truck, Walter told her about the estate, how many acres, the barn where they had horses, a cow and some chickens in an indoor coop. It was their refuge from regular life. They loved living out there, in the middle of no where, literally.
When they'd gotten her loaded, Laura smiled and said, "I look forward to seeing you all again. Thanks!"
"Hey!" Walter called out as she started to pull away. Laura stopped short and leaned out the window looking back.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing! But...after we get the pictures for the party, expect an invitation!"
Laura blushed. "Thank you!" With a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye, Laura headed home singing, "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...."
I love you, sweetness!
The End
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