Jean-Francois called "Take five! I can't fucking believe it. The camera's fucked up." He snapped his fingers and two assistants appeared, cooing and clucking over the digital SLR that had breathed it's last gasp.
Brad's hand was still pressed to the wall behind Nate's head, and he leaned and caught Nate's rouged-up lower lip between his teeth. Nate laughed and levered himself away, pressing his hips back against the concrete.
"Ohmygod, models that actually like each other," Jean-Fracois said, hands on his hips, while the assistants removed the useless camera from his sight.
Nate snorted. He gripped Brad's arms tighter. "I like you less when you misbehave," he said against Brad's cheek. Jean-Francois had located another camera and was bitching at the lighting people. Nate winced as the key-lighting was brought up high enough to be blinding.
"What are you going to do?" Brad asked, dryly. "Punish me? You would be the last person."
Jean-Francois snapped at Brad to tilt his head more, interrupting what Nate was about to say.
"Fine, go change," Jean-Francois said at last, snapping again for somebody to hand him a water bottle.
As they walked back to the rolling racks of clothes, Nate knocked his shoulder into Brad's and then pushed ahead. "It's on now," he said, tossing his $800 jacket back in Brad's face while a stylist squeaked in shocked horror.
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I'm sure Jean-Francois Carly is a wonderful person...
Date: 2010-01-06 06:55 am (UTC)Brad's hand was still pressed to the wall behind Nate's head, and he leaned and caught Nate's rouged-up lower lip between his teeth. Nate laughed and levered himself away, pressing his hips back against the concrete.
"Ohmygod, models that actually like each other," Jean-Fracois said, hands on his hips, while the assistants removed the useless camera from his sight.
Nate snorted. He gripped Brad's arms tighter. "I like you less when you misbehave," he said against Brad's cheek. Jean-Francois had located another camera and was bitching at the lighting people. Nate winced as the key-lighting was brought up high enough to be blinding.
"What are you going to do?" Brad asked, dryly. "Punish me? You would be the last person."
Jean-Francois snapped at Brad to tilt his head more, interrupting what Nate was about to say.
"Fine, go change," Jean-Francois said at last, snapping again for somebody to hand him a water bottle.
As they walked back to the rolling racks of clothes, Nate knocked his shoulder into Brad's and then pushed ahead. "It's on now," he said, tossing his $800 jacket back in Brad's face while a stylist squeaked in shocked horror.