Lance was fiddling with the lens on his camera when the model walked out of his dressing room. A click sounded as the lens finally slid into place, and Lance allowed himself a glance at the model so he could get started on his mental mock-ups for the shoot today.
ExceptâŚwell, it was hard to think with such a handsome man in skin tight leather pants and a large baggy shirt that showed off muscle after muscle was rubbing oil onto his skin. Lance felt himself whimper, his throat going dry as his eyes travelled down, up, and back down. He swallowed harshly before moving behind the camera, placing something between him and the Adonis for a moment so he could compose himself.
âAre we ready to start? Do you want to take any practice shots?â It was the Adonis speaking, his voice a deep rumble that shook Lance to his core. No one had the right to be that sinful looking and angelic; it simply wasnât fair! Lance pasted on his showbiz smile, teeth white and on display as he winked.
âEverything is just fine, handsome! Are you ready to get your vogue on?â Lance squinted, throwing up his hands so he could peer at the man through his fingers. âOr do you just want to be all dark and broody?â
And, gods above, Lance was really hoping the man would chose to vogue. Those legs could snap Lance in half with a twitch â something Lance was really wanting to test out â and just imagining them all right and perked up with a pair of heels had him practically drooling.
âI was thinking we could just put on music and see what happens from there?â The Adonis questioned, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. âIâve never really done anything like this before and Iâm still a little nervous. I donât really know how to do anything like this, but I really donât want to let any of the guys back at base down. This fundraiser is really important to the rest of the guys back home.â
And fuck if that didnât seal the deal for Lance.
âDonât worry, big guy, Iâve got just the thing!â Lance skipped over to his phone and pulled up his go-to confidence album. Shakiraâs âHips Donât Lieâ immediately cane on and Lance grinned before turning on his heel.
âThe nameâs Lance!â He three a hand behind his head before placing the other one on his hip, pursing his lips. Shakiraâs rapid Spanish filled the background and Lance swayed his hips back and forth to the beat before spinning and tossing his head back. âDance with me!â
âShiro!â Shiro shouted back over the music, his grin splitting his face even as he blushed. âAnd I donât dance!â
âLies!â Lance called out, shaking his way over to the man. âEveryone can dance, but only a small percentage of people can dance well.â
Lance died a little at the laugh that followed.
Three songs later, Lance was behind his camera as Shiro posed again and again for him, each one sillier than the last. Shiroâs nerves had calmed down after Lance had chicken danced his way through BeyoncĂŠâs Single Ladies, only breaking the flapping motion of his arm to whip his hand back and forth. Right now, Shiro was working his way through random movie tropes.
âAlright, youâve been pulled over by the hot cop and have decided to seduce him in order to get out of a ticket, except, oh no! Itâs your ex!â Lance chuckled to himself as Shiro paused, his face full of confusion. And if Lance got a couple pictures of that adorably handsome face for himself to gaze out later, who would find out about that?
âWait, what?â Shiro blinked, his head tilting to the side like a confused puppy.
âSeduce the cop, Shiro!â
Shiro blinked again, this time slower than the first time, and then⌠he changed. The confused puppy became a hunter. Dark eyes began to smolder, gazing back at Lance as if he would demand the photographer to drop to his knees any second. The pinched lips smoothed out into a confident smirk, a pink tongue slipping out to coat them in a small swipe of saliva. Shiro strutted over to the wall, shrugging his shoulder and causing his sleeve to fall off.
Lance muffled a groan at the sight of hard, scarred muscle, quelling the urge to run his hands and mouth all over the bit of skin. Shiro tilted his head back to look over his shoulder, his hand coming up to brace himself on the wall.
âDid I do something wrong, Sir?â
Lance whimpered, his hand spamming as the camera light flashed once, twice, three times before the camera was knocked to the ground.
Holy shit, he loved his job.