White Balance – Chapter Six



WHITE BALANCE – PART ONE is now all together in one spot (contains a prologue and six chapters).

If you’ve already read chapters 1-5, here is Chapter Six:


We’d each packed emergency neckties, just in case we wanted to go to a fancy restaurant or something. It was a comment on our relationship that we ended up using them as ipso facto bondage equipment instead.

If there was a better way to fight the effects of jet lag than tying your sexy as hell boyfriend — I mean, fiancé — to a hotel bed and teasing him mercilessly before giving him the fucking of his life, I didn’t know what it could be.

“Ah, Martin, yeah, do that, do that…” Jeremy squirmed as I kissed my way up his inner thigh and sucked one of his balls into my mouth while I grabbed the base of his erection and squeezed. “Oh hell yeah,” he moaned.

“Shhhhh, keep it down,” I suggested, knowing it was late and not wanting to wake the rest of the hotel.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped as my tongue stroked up his cock from base to tip. “You try keeping it down while I’m doing that to you sometime, why doncha?”

I laughed and lifted my head up to take in the beautiful sight before me — Jeremy stretched out naked on his back on the rumpled king size bed, arms spread, wrists fastened securely to the top corners.  I’d used one of my black dress socks to blindfold him.

Then, inspiration hit.

“Hold on a second,” I said as I got up, adjusted the growing erection in my boxer briefs and walked over to the table where I’d placed Frankie’s gift.

Jeremy must have heard me crinkling the cellophane because he said, “What are you doing, Martin? You’re not going to enjoy our treats without me?”

“Don’t be silly. I’m going to enjoy them on you.”

“Oh God. What is this? Fifty Shades of Earl Grey?”

I laughed. “Be quiet. It’ll be fun.”

“It had better be sexy.”

“I’ll do my best. Goddamn, you look good from here.”

Standing by the table, looking down at him, all tied up and waiting for me, was something else. And he’d have to wait because it might take awhile to get this gift basket opened up.

“Stop staring at me and do what you need to do, Martin. Please,” he begged, pulling at his bonds.

“Geeze, you’re a bossy sub,” I said, but I couldn’t wait to get back over there.

I finally got the ribbon off and opened the cellophane, taking out the bottle of bubbly that was its centrepiece.

“Holy fuck.”


“This isn’t sparkling wine. This is actual champagne.”

“Whoa. Maybe you shouldn’t waste it on a sex game then…”

There wasn’t a whole lot of conviction in that remark. I felt like he was simply trying to be responsible and thoughtful.

Well fuck that.

“Waste? When is a sex game ever a waste, Jeremy?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Get it open then, and get your ass over here, Martin.”

I clucked at his impatience and set about removing the foil wrap and untwisting the wire cage on the cork. Jeremy must have heard my little giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m taking the cork cage off. Get it? Cork cage?”

“Very funny, Martin. Keep making bad puns and I’ll have to safe word.”

My smile grew wider. I put the small wire cage on the table and tilted the bottle toward the living area, away from myself, Jeremy and the window. Holding the cork firmly, I slowly twisted the bottle. After a few moments I heard a beautiful pop and the cork came loose.

“Ta da.” I held up the bottle and the cork, then realized that my audience couldn’t see a thing.

“That sounded really fucking sexy, Martin. Too bad I’m blindfolded,” Jeremy murmured, licking his lips. “Are you coming?”

“In a minute. Be patient.”

Jeremy sighed, pulling against his wrist restraints while I unwrapped a container of chocolate covered strawberries. Taking my time, I sauntered back to the bed, placing two champagne glasses on the nightstand. The champagne made a delicious sound as I poured and I couldn’t help licking my lips in anticipation, both for the expensive drink and to be able to get my lips on Jeremy again.

“To us,” I said, picking up both glasses and clinking them together.

“Nice, Martin.”

I took a sip of mine, then tipped the other glass ever so slightly so that a dribble of champagne landed on Jeremy’s lips.

“Open your mouth.”

He licked the bubbly off his lips and obeyed my command. I bent to take his lips in mine, inhaling his groan of surprise.

“You tricked me,” he said with a grin when I pulled back. “I thought I was getting more champagne.”

“You want more?”

“Sure. Yeah, I want more,” he panted.

I dribbled a bit more onto his lips and watched, entranced, as his tongue chased a drip from the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I hissed.

“Mmmm. More, please.”

I did the same thing again, and again. It dripped down his chin and over his stubbled cheeks but he got enough to quiet him for the moment.

“Want a strawberry, Jeremy?”

“Mmm. Yeah.”


I carefully placed the chocolate covered tip of a strawberry between his lips and watched him bite down. My dick swelled even more at the sexy sight.

“Oh, hell,” I murmured.

“Mmm, tastes delicious,” Jeremy said. “More.”

I spent the next few moments feeding him strawberries and enjoying the way his lips and mouth moved as he chewed and savoured them.


“Hmm,” I said, distracted by his mouth.

“That’s enough.”

“No more strawberries?”

He shook his head slowly back and forth.

“Then, what do you want?” I asked.

When a wicked smile broke across his face and he licked his lips with exaggerated leisure, I pretty much knew. And he knew that I knew.

“What do you think I want?”

I played dumb. “I haven’t the faintest idea.”

“Your dick. My mouth. Now.”

“Jesus. I thought was in charge.”

“Then take charge, for fuck’s sake, and shut me up with that big dick of yours,” he said, making me scramble to take off my boxer briefs and get into position.

Jeremy had always been the one in charge. Who was I kidding? From our first foray into the world of light kink he’d told me exactly what to do and how to do it, being ever more experienced and adventurous in this area than I.

And I loved it. My cock had been slowly seeping fluid for the past half hour and now it was ready for some direct attention.

I grabbed a pillow and propped Jeremy’s head up, giving my cock a few rubs in the meantime. He kept licking his lips like he couldn’t wait to have me in there.

Getting into position, my knees on either side of him, erection bobbing in front of his face, I tried to calm my desire. But when I grabbed my cock and bounced the head against his wet lips I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped.

He opened wide, welcoming my leaking prick inside, the blindfold over his eyes giving the image a beautiful depravity.

“Oh, God,” I exclaimed as he closed his lips, sucking and swirling his tongue around me. “Oh, yeah.” I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning too loudly, the heat of his mouth enveloping me.

Jeremy moaned, the vibration resonating through my cock down to my balls. I gripped the wooden headboard and stared down at the entrancing image of my cock in his mouth. I couldn’t help but thrust gently in and out while he worked me.

“Oh God, Jeremy, fuck!” I swore as the sensations increased. Reaching down I pushed the blindfold off his face. When his brown eyes met mine I felt a surge of excitement and a tightening that warned me of imminent orgasm. But I grabbed the base of my cock and pulled out of his mouth before it happened.

“Stop, I can’t hold on. I’ll come.” I confessed.

“So? Come in my mouth, Martin.” That entreaty almost sent me over the edge but I shook my head and moved down so I lay atop him.

“Not this time,” I said, breathing hard and feeling our cocks bump together. Jeremy moaned.

“Then, what?” he asked, as desperate as I.

I sighed and kissed him slowly, leisurely, as I snaked a hand between us and circled our cocks, holding them together and thrusting gently.

“This,” I said, and did it again, eliciting a deep groan from Jeremy and a gasp from myself. “Just this.”

Slick with Jeremy’s saliva my cock moved easily against his for a few moments. But it became obvious we needed something more.

“Hold on,” I said, reaching out for a packet of lube that I quickly ripped open with my teeth.

“You keep saying that,” he sighed.


“It’s okay. Just hurry the fuck up, Martin. I need to come.”

“I know, I know,” I said. “So do I, believe me.”

When my hand was fully coated with lube I wrapped it around both of us again and really started to move.

It didn’t take long before Jeremy was uttering curses and thrusting up against me, helping me drive us toward a quick and enjoyable finish.

I felt him tense and heard him cry out as his cock pulsed and shot. Head thrown back against the pillow, mouth agape as the orgasm took him, the sight was enough to get me off. I swore as I came all over my hand and him, trembling with exertion and euphoria.

Finding his mouth with mine I kissed him tenderly, then remembered his hands were still tied to the bedposts. I pulled back and released him, loving the way his arms immediately circled me and pulled me close.

“Martin, that was amazing.”

“Yeah, it kinda was, wasn’t it?”

After we cleaned up and were getting ready to hit the sack, I glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

“Well, we made it ‘till midnight.”

“Yep. But now I need to sleep,” Jeremy yawned. “I’m fucking bushed.”

I crawled under the covers while Jeremy checked his phone again.

“Oh,” he said.


“There’s a text from Felix.”

My brain was exhausted from our lovemaking and hadn’t caught up yet. “Who?”

“Felix Kureck. The photographer.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Welcoming me to London and asking if I want to go for lunch tomorrow – his treat.”

Now my brain was awake. I cleared my throat. “Just you?”


“Did you tell him your boyfriend was coming along on this trip?”

“Well, no. Not yet.”

I tried to maintain an even tone even though I was a little ticked he hadn’t mentioned me to the guy yet. “Do you want to go for lunch with him?”

“Of course. But only if you can come. I’ll text him that you’re with me and we can both go.”

I nodded, relieved. “Okay. I’d love that.” It made me a bit nervous that this Felix guy had invited Jeremy to lunch. I mean, the man was pretty famous. Did he treat all his models this way? Or just the ones he wanted to fuck?

“What are you thinking?” Jeremy said, cocking his head to the side as he typed his reply.

I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“We didn’t really have any formal plans for tomorrow anyway.”

“No. It will be great to meet the guy.” I tried to sound sincere.

Jeremy plugged his phone in and snuggled under the blankets with me.

“‘Night,” he said, kissing me sleepily.

“Good night,” I said, wondering what Mr. Kureck’s intentions really were with Jeremy, and not liking the suspicions that were beginning to form in my mind.


When my eyes opened the following morning I was pleased to see that it was eight-fifteen. Looked like our brains/bodies were adjusting to the time zone.

I turned to look beside me and smiled. Jeremy lay with his back to me, stretched out under the blankets, one arm beside his head, peacefully sleeping. He always seemed so benign and innocent in these moments. It made me shudder to think of some of the kinkier aspects of his personality. In a good way, that is. Even so, the way he looked in sleep tugged at my heartstrings and I had to force myself not to touch him. As much as I yearned to kiss him gently on the forehead I didn’t want to wake him.

I lifted the sheets carefully and slid out of the large bed, padding over to the curtains. Sliding my fingers along the edge of the heavy green fabric, I peeked out, making sure not to let in too much light. Still excited by the view of downtown London out these windows I saw grey clouds and rain, probably a more typical weather day than yesterday had been. I didn’t mind the rain, though. It made the hotel room feel cozy and warm.

Grabbing my phone from the coffee table I checked my messages. Nothing major, just a text from a buddy asking if I wanted to meet him for lunch – he didn’t know I was across the ocean. I sent a quick reply letting him know where I was and postponing until I was back on the continent. Then I sent a quick text to Frankie, thanking her for the beautiful gift basket and telling her to convey my appreciation to Simon as well. It had been such a thoughtful thing for them to do.

Then I walked to the small coffeemaker and started it brewing. I was desperate for a cup of coffee. I’d left the curtain pulled slightly aside so there was enough light to manage without flipping a switch and waking Jeremy. But when the coffee started brewing the little machine made so much noise that it ended up rousing him anyway.

He grunted, rolling onto his back to see what I was up to.

“Sorry,” I said.

He grunted sleepily, looking at the window with heavy lids.

“Want a coffee?”

He sat up, yawning. “Sure.”

“Here, you can have this one.” I took the mug of fresh brew over to him.

“Thanks.” He took it from me, cradling it in his hands and inhaling the delicious scent.

His hair was mussed from sleeping and the shadow of stubble on his chin looked very sexy. I walked back to the machine and started brewing another cup.

“I thought maybe I’d check out the gym across the street this morning. You want to come?” I said.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Did Felix text you back?”

“I’ll check,” he said. He reached for his phone and checked his notifications. “He’s fine with you being there.”

“Okay. Good.” I felt relieved, although what had I expected? That the guy would tell Jeremy he couldn’t bring his partner to lunch? I still felt uneasy about the request. But Jeremy had travelled all the way from Canada for the shoot. Maybe Felix was grateful and did only want to welcome him to London. It was a nice thing to do, really. And I could offer to pay for my own lunch.

“We’re supposed to meet him at Osteria Romana at one o’clock.”


“I’m looking it up.”

I took my coffee and joined him on the bed, peering over his shoulder as he brought up the website for the restaurant.

“Mmm. Italian.” My favourite.

“Looks like it.” Jeremy checked out the menus. “Seems fairly upscale. I can’t pronounce half of these dishes.”

“Oh.” I felt a bit guilty that I’d invited myself along, but there was no way I was going to let Jeremy have lunch with this guy on his own.

Jeremy shrugged. “He told me after he said you could join us, so he could have picked a cheaper place if he’d wanted to.”

I nodded. “True. Anyway, I’ll offer to pay for my meal.”

Jeremy glanced at me, raising his eyebrows. “It’s going to be pricey.”

“Then I’ll just have a salad.”

“Whatever. If I were you I’d keep quiet and get whatever you want. I’m sure the guy’s loaded.”

I found myself staring at Jeremy, remembering the way he’d looked in slumber compared to the way he looked now – hot as fuck and ready to get into trouble.

He cocked his head. “What?”

“You’re sweet when you’re sleeping, you know.”

He smiled, not sure how to react. “And now?”

I shrugged. “Sweet is not the word that comes to mind.”

He gave me a devilish wink that made my dick twitch and sipped his coffee.


Jeremy did his injection and we each had a granola bar and a juice box in the hotel room before getting into our sweats and heading downstairs. I’d phoned this place last night to make sure we could pay per visit and discovered there was actually a discount for hotel guests.

The facility seemed pretty high end, but the fee was reasonable. And we lucked out because it wasn’t that crowded at nine on a Sunday morning. There were a decent number of people but the venue was so large – two levels – we had plenty of room and lots of available equipment.

The first time I ever accompanied Jeremy to a gym (the GoodLife in the Byward Market back home) he’d gone out of his way to impress me with an intense workout on the treadmill. A workout that might have been influential in a pseudo MS relapse he experienced a few days later, in the middle of the night, at my place.

He never pushed himself too hard at the gym these days, knowing that would only cause issues that he would rather avoid. He took his health very seriously, as a working model who didn’t always get enough sleep on assignment he knew he had to make every effort to optimize his well being.

I started on the machines while Jeremy headed for the treadmills. He usually did about thirty minutes of power walking before he started free weights, then went back and did a ten minute jog with ten minutes power walking and a five minute cool down. We made it to the gym at least three times a week back home, four if we were lucky, and it felt nice to workout again. Since getting together with Jeremy I’d quit my half-a-pack-a-day smoking habit and lost fifteen pounds, which meant I wasn’t as easily intimidated in fitness settings. However, I still bristled when I noticed anyone, man or woman, eyeing my boyfriend/fiancé, which happened often enough. Today was no exception.

I was working my hamstrings when I noticed this muscle-bound, bearded fellow get onto the treadmill beside Jeremy’s. At first he seemed involved in working the settings on the machine, but once he started moving I noticed frequent side glances at my boy. Jeremy seemed oblivious, or else he just wanted to stay in the zone and didn’t give a damn, which seemed more likely.

But I couldn’t help clanging the weights on my machine deliberately like some novice gym goer just to distract the guy. It didn’t work.

Anyway, I knew by this time I was helpless to prevent bystanders from eye-fucking Jeremy. It was just something I had to put up with. I got on one of the stationary bikes and tried to work off my jealousy/frustration that way.

After about an hour we’d finished what we needed to do and went back to the hotel to shower and change. I hung our ties off a hanger in the bathroom and, luckily, after two long steamy showers in the enclosed space, most of the wrinkles from their use as wrist bondage came out.

“Works every time,” I winked at Jeremy.

“Uh huh. Use your ties as bondage equipment often?”

I laughed. “We have the proper equipment at home, remember?” I elbowed him in the side, just above the small white towel that was wrapped around his narrow hips.

“Yeah, I seem to recall that,” he grinned.

I shrugged. “But, in a pinch…”

“Good thinking on your part.”

“Necessity is the mother of invention.” I nodded toward the ties. “I just know how to get wrinkles out of clothes the easy way because I hate to iron.”

I ran my fingers along his freshly shaved cheek and kissed him gently. “Smooth.”

“You too,” he eyed my face. “But you could do with a nice organic facial.”

“Down boy,” I said, although my dick twitched at the idea. “We’re going to lunch.”

“Maybe later?”

I laughed. “Maybe.”

We got dressed in the more formal clothes we’d packed since the restaurant seemed so fancy. Jeremy in black jeans, a white button up, tie and grey blazer, me in grey slacks, navy button-up, tie and charcoal blazer.

I stole up behind Jeremy as he struggled with his tie. “Let me.”

He dropped his hands while I made quick work of it. “There.”

“Thanks,” he said, turning. “How do I look?”

My eyes raked over him, body responding as usual. “Too sexy to go out in public?”

He gave me a look. “Nice try, bucko. Please try to reign in your ever-present possessiveness during lunch? I really want to get along with this guy. This could really move my modelling career forward, y’know?”

I swallowed and nodded. It might be difficult but I was a guest of Jeremy’s in this situation, not to mention a guest of Felix’s, so I would behave myself if it killed me. Hopefully, I’d get a good vibe from the guy right off and I’d be able to relax. I didn’t want to think about the alternative.

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