Jeremy stood just inside the door, staring at me. “Martin.”
I didn’t answer him. I pretended I hadn’t heard him.
“Martin,” he said louder.
I glanced up. “What?”
“What is your fucking problem all of a sudden?” He sounded angry and frustrated and I really couldn’t blame him. But all the careful restraint I’d imposed on myself for the past couple of hours disintegrated.
“My fucking problem is you’re going to be photographed by this creep of a guy and I have no power over what happens during that shoot.”
Jeremy dropped his satchel so that it made a loud sound hitting the floor. “What?”
“I didn’t like him.”
“Yeah, that’s obvious.”
“Me too. Because I’m really looking forward to what comes out of this shoot, Martin.”
I nodded, my left leg starting to jiggle with excess energy. “I know that. And I’m worried that might color your judgement.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“Nothing. Forget it.”
Jeremy picked up his bag and placed it on the edge of the bed. Then he walked over and sat down beside me. He took the laptop from me and put it on the table.
I still felt angry, but he was speaking calmly and it helped to settle me down a bit. “What?”
“You cannot be jealous of Felix Kurek.”
Then Jeremy laughed. “Seriously? Come on! You’re fucking jealous?”
“Yeah, I’m jealous. Why is that funny?” I started to get mad again.
Jeremy laughed harder. “Because, for one thing, the guy is ancient. Yeah, maybe he dresses well and he’s got that whole artistic genius thing going for him, but I’m not even attracted to him.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re not?”
“Fuck, Martin. No.”
I felt some relief at that assertion. A little.
“Well, that’s something.”
“Isn’t it everything?”
I shook my head. “What if he tries something with you during the shoot?”
Jeremy stared at me, and I could see the wheels spinning. “So that’s what this is about.”
“You’re worried he’s gonna feel like you did when I came to your studio that first time. And the second time. And, hell, that third time.”
I couldn’t sit still anymore. I stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the rainy day that was beginning to brighten slightly.
“Don’t,” I said.
Jeremy stood and walked over to me. He moved close and his arms came around me. “Martin, what happened back then was fate. There was an instant attraction, remember? I definitely remember.”
I shuddered. “Jeremy…”
“I was totally perving on you before I even knew if you were interested in me.” I remembered how I’d reacted to the photos I’d taken that first session.
“You may not have known but I knew. I knew from the moment I walked into your place.”
I made a noise of frustration. He didn’t get it. “But I didn’t know. In fact I assumed someone like you would never be interested in me. And I still… I still…”
“You still what, Martin?”
God this was so embarrassing. But I had to tell him. “I jerked off to one of the photos I took of you that first day.” My voice was so quiet I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.
“Shit, Martin, really?” He whispered. “Which photo?”
I could see it as if I was holding it in my hand. “The one where you’d stretched your arms up.”
He nodded. “Oh yeah. And my t-shirt rode up a bit.” His hand started to make soothing motions on my belly over my shirt.
I nodded. “Yeah, that’s the one. I jacked off at my computer desk that night. Classy, huh?”
His breath hitched but I couldn’t tell if he was mad or…
“That is so fucking hot. I wished I’d known you were that out of control. I’d have taken advantage sooner.”
I let out a long sigh.
“You didn’t take advantage of me. I was the one perving on you.”
Jeremy started to gently pull the fabric of my dress shirt out of my pants. “Oh no, Martin. I believe there was an equal amount of perving going on. You just weren’t privy to it until I called you over to that chaise where you had me pose.”
He’d completely untucked my shirt and now carefully unbuckled my belt. Then his right hand slid beneath the waistband of my dress pants.
“I made the first move, Martin, remember? I told you I’d been hard for you since I got there.”
I made a small sound, remembering that moment as his hand found my semi hard cock and stroked it.
“You would never have said or done anything inappropriate if I hadn’t told you that.”
His fingers felt so good on my cock. I tried to turn but he wouldn’t let me.
“No. Stay still.”
I obeyed, but turned my head, meeting his gaze. “How do you know?”
“How do I know what?”
“That I wouldn’t have taken advantage of you.”
He kissed me softly on my neck and I could feel his smile. “Oh, Martin. Don’t you see? I was in control of everything from the start,” he murmured. “I saw something I wanted and I took it.”