Frank's been a photographer for years, and he definitely liked what he's doing.
He liked to make some adjustments to the makeup of the girls (and the guys as well) by touching too many blushes on his face with a brush and whipping off the extra pink powder and sequins. He liked to buy new decorations to fulfill his client's little wish, and take photos that surpassed any expectations. He liked to pick out the right outfits for the models, suitable for the face, place and shape.
Now he was standing there waving dust off the camera, waiting for his regular client, whom he fell in love with in just a few photoshoots.
Iero fell in love with his models several times, cursing himself for it. He behaved especially with them. He looked not so much at the camera lens as at the person who wanted a wonderful picture.
— “Hi. Today I want to take special pictures”, said the guy when the door to the room opened and giggled stupidly.
Again, this small room is filled with the smell of some herbal shampoo, coffee and cigarettes. Sounds so good, but, oh, my God, it smells great and Frank is ready to smell it forever!
— Already ready to listen to another brilliant thought.
— “Where can I change clothes?” — Gerard smiled and the photographer pointed to a special room designed for such cases.
Iero wanted to prepare everything, but... He didn't even know this guy's plan to make his heartbeat more often.
What to prepare for? Usually, it was easier — Way described everything in advance and by his arrival, it was all right. And this time, they just signed him up with a promise, saying, “I'll explain everything on the spot".
A couple of minutes later, a guy appeared in the photo studio, whose eyes were now hidden behind their resin hair, and a modest smile was on their lips. He was wearing white stockings with lace that were just above his knees and looked perfect on his thin, long legs, and a lace white nightie that barely covered his hips; The straps, the size of a not wide ribbon, opened beautiful views of the bright pale, like the whole body, clavicles on which to leave a couple (or not) of hickeys; feminine fragile shoulders were also clearly visible and all this, along with the long neck, looked too sexy.
To say that Frank was awesome was not to say anything. For a second, he even doubted that he wasn't seeing a girl now, but then he looked down below the feminine guy's belt and made sure it wasn't a woman.
— Gerard, you...
— You don't like it? It's too much, isn't it? I agree, the guy in these things looks disgusting and you definitely disagree to look at it, let alone take pictures. It's okay, I'll find someone else... a photographer and... yes, in short. I'll go change.
— “I wanted to say you look amazing, silly,” he smiled.
Frank seems to have recognized his fetish right now — these are the kind of boys in these clothes. If you'd known how much he wanted to stick to other people's lips now, and then to all those things that didn't belong to him either.
— Thank you... Well, I wanted to take pictures for... my beloved.
That's how a couple of heartstrings are almost torn, I guess. Actually, it was quite expected, and this is the second time that Iero has such a situation, so he just feels that something has collapsed and the effect of déjà vu. In the first one, he just got a call and ordered a filming for his wedding.
In the next three hours, Frank couldn't take his eyes off his model.
— “I'm ready to watch the photos,” Gerard said when I was back in black jeans and a free gray t-shirt.
— “I'll send them to you, and then you'll send them to your... boyfriend,” Iero smiled sadly.
— He's not my boyfriend.
— “What do you mean?” — Frank looked at him with an incomprehensible look, clicking on the “send” button when he had already uploaded those photos to his computer.
— “Keep it to yourself,” Gerard stood up, winked at the perplexing guy and closed the door.
But after a couple of seconds, the door opened, and everything was like in a dream for Frank.