Page 15 of Hard Count
“Do you really think PETA would allow that? Go fucking change,” Piper said.
“Noah, they are stuffed animals. Didn't the team make them look hyper-realistic?” Taylor said, looking up at Noah’s towering stature as his eyes zeroed in on his bulging arms and muscular chest etched through his t-shirt. Taylor was in heaven at thismoment. Two of the hottest quarterbacks in the league in his campaign.
Noah’s grin widened. “Got it. I gotta change before Piper stabs my eyes out with that stare.”
He was gone for twenty minutes. Piper shot two more setups while he was away. He didn’t watch the wardrobe area. He hit his marks and told himself today was a job.
Noah stepped back onto the set in a pair of animal print boxer briefs. Piper slowly turned his head Noah’s way like he was in some sort of slow-motion fantasy he saw in a movie. The outline of Noah’s cock noted and impressive.
That giant cock is going to need to be airbrushed out of these shots, Piper informed Joan, and returned his eyes to the photographer.
“Gentlemen,” the photographer said. “Face each other like you are each other’s prey.”
They did. The studio quieted when something was working. Piper held his posture. Noah held his gaze. The camera fired. Flash. Flash. Flash.
“Closer, keep selling this hunger!”
They stepped forward simultaneously.
The heat of the lights. The music the photographer had running at max volume now through the room,Sports Carby Tate McRae, the bass hit hard, filling the space like sex. Piper started sweating.Fuck dude, get it together, raced through his head.
“You nervous buddy?” Noah asked.
“No. Don’t call me buddy.”
“You’ve got the same face you had at the line of scrimmage in the fourth quarter.”
“That’s my face,” Piper replied.
“Then fix that face.”
Flash.
Flash.
“You know what most rivals don’t do?” Noah said.
“Talk this much half fucking naked?” Piper said.
“Look at each other like they’re either going to fight or fuck.”
The photographer dropped the camera an inch. “Yes. That. Keep doing what you are doing. Hold it.”
Flash. Flash. Flash.
Piper fought his cock from getting hard.
The photographer lowered the camera. “Closer. Fucking closer!”
Piper and Noah’s bodies were less than an inch apart and neither could quite take a solid breath.
“Okay let’s break, I need a cigarette!” the photographer said as he shoved his camera at his assistant, Ashley.
The lights dimmed slightly. Assistants moved equipment around the set. Noah and Piper headed toward the craft service area.
“You know we can’t eat anything on this table until this shoot is over.” Piper laughed.
“Sure do. You know I have never seen you laugh before,” Noah said as he looked deeply into Piper’s eyes.
