Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Snapshot ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the G Boys, I just borrow them from time to time to play with and return them a whole lot happier. :)

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Sap, fluff, Lemon

Pairings: 3x2

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Author: ShenLong

Authors notes: Duo is a male model and is modeling the latest in male swimwear. Trowa is the photographer.

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"Snapshot"

Part 1

The sun beat down relentlessly, heating the sands and turning the still air into a furnace. Duo sat in the shade of a large beach umbrella, towel draped over his shoulders and large bottle of water in his hand. He looked up as the dark haired technician came over.

"All the lighting is set."

"So we ready to shoot then?" Duo asked.

"As soon as the photographer is ready."

Duo turned his gaze to the young man busy fiddling with his cameras under the large awning set just aside from the umbrella, watching as the lithe form checked and re checked the equipment. Finally he stood up, draped a couple of the cameras around his neck and turning, he headed for the two youths.

"All set Trowa?" the dark technician asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay Duo, time to strut your stuff."

Duo grinned and stood up. He dropped the towel from his shoulders and the make up artist came forth to rub a combination of oil and sunscreen onto his creamy skin. Duo waited patiently for the substance to be spread before slipping on a small robe and heading out to the set.

Wufei re-checked the lighting while Trowa determined the best angles. They were shooting a series of pictures depicting the latest in male swimwear. Duo was one of the hottest models on the current circuit and Trowa was making his mark as one of the top photographers. Quatre Winner, the head of Winner enterprises, had broken into the fashion world and was currently taking it by storm. His latest line in male swimwear 'Contour' was due to be released at the coming fashion parade in Paris in two weeks. Being a very shrewd business man, he had contracted the best in the field to model his range and the photo shoot was just the beginning.

Duo checked himself once more. The mid thigh board shorts he wore were riding low on his hips, showing the line of hair that thickened as it descended from his navel to disappear under the waist band of the shorts. The strong vibrant oranges and yellows of the material were not his choice but then he wasn't contracted to think, he was contracted to display. His hair was tied back in a loose pony tail, the mass reaching to brush against his taut, pert rear. He strolled over to the set and removed his robe, draping it over the back of a fold up chair.

"So where would you like me and how do you want the poses?" Duo winked. He liked the look of the new photographer.

"Over there will be fine to start with errrr… Duo isn't it?"

"Yup. Duo Maxwell, that's me." Duo extended his hand. "I haven't had the opportunity to work with you before but I've heard some really good things about your work.."

Trowa took the offered hand and shook it. The fingers were slender and warm and Trowa liked the feeling. He smiled at the youth. "Thank you, Duo. I've heard quite a bit about you too. "

"Take no notice of what you've heard, it's all lies." Duo gave a saucy wink.

Trowa's breath hitched a little. "Is it really?" he replied with a hint of something in his husky voice.

It was Duo's turn to take a deep breath. Was this Trowa flirting with him? Duo took another look at the lean photographer. He certainly was a rather nice specimen of the male sector and idly Duo wondered which way the man swung.

"Okay Duo if you could stand over here …." Trowa proceeded to explain to Duo how he wanted him for the shot, which way he intended to shoot and roughly how many shots of each pose he would take.

Duo listened intently, and then as Trowa backed off, Wufei adjusted the shades around the set so that the glare wouldn't reflect onto the camera lens. Duo struck a pose and Trowa guided him through the various shots, getting him to raise a leg or turn slightly, depending on how he wanted the shot to come out.

Duo followed the orders, turning and displaying the swim wear that graced his lower body to the best of his ability. Of course it didn't hurt that he threw in some sensuous looks while he was at it. After all, sex sells, so Duo made sure to pose as alluringly as he could.

After thirty minutes, Trowa deemed he had enough pictures of the first outfit and Duo had spent long enough in the sun. It was time for a break and change of swim suit.

Duo came back under the shade of the awning and took the offered bottle of water gratefully. The sun was hot and despite the sunscreen he could feel his skin beginning to burn. He slipped the robe over his body and sipped on his water while Trowa busied himself with changing films and cameras.

The wardrobe assistant came over and escorted Duo to the tent that had been set up as a change room. Duo stepped inside and sighed. While it was still warm in the canvas room it was a relief to be away from the burning heat of the sun. He strolled to the portable rack which held the swim trunks he was to model and rifled through them. His eyes lit up with a feral glint. Casting his mind back to his earlier conversation with the photographer he decided to try a little experiment. He selected a pair of cut off trunks, quickly donned them, took a look in the mirror and smiled.

The swim wear had been designed to show off the wearers body and yet tease with hints as to what secrets it hid. They rode low on his hips, showing the define of muscle that dipped towards his groin, his long legs tapered out from beneath the purposely frayed hems, tanned and lean. Snatching up his robe again he left the tent for the next series of shots.

Trowa had to swallow hard as Duo reappeared. The young model was a walking wet dream. The company had known exactly what they were doing when they engaged Duo Maxwell to model their summer range. He oozed sexuality and paraded the swim wear in such a fashion that Trowa had no doubts everyone that saw the shots would be beating down the doors to buy the various items, believing that they would make them just as appealing as the man that modeled them.

They shot several more pictures as the day wore on, each with Duo in different poses in the various outfits. Trowa could feel his body reacting to the sight of the scantily clad man and had to work hard to keep himself in check. He was sweating profusely after the last round of shots and it wasn't due to the sun either.

Duo had lain on the sand on his side, one leg straight and the other raised and bent at the knee. Trowa had needed to kneel on the sand to get some shots and then found himself lying prone to get a great shot looking up from by Duo's feet. The only problem was he had been clearly able to see up the leg of the loose board shorts and while there had been a certain shadowing, Trowa had still been able to see enough to set his pulse racing and his blood on fire.

Thank god they were almost at the end of the shoot. Trowa wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to control himself.

Duo was back in the change tent. That last few shots had left him aching and he needed a few minutes to get himself back under control. He smirked as he recalled the hitch of breath from the handsome photographer when he had deliberately arranged himself so the guy would have a clear view up the leg of his shorts. The guy had made sure to look so Duo had flashed him as best he could without appearing obvious.

He was pretty certain now from the looks and reactions he was evoking in the tall photographer that the man was gay. Selecting the last item of swimwear to be modeled, Duo gave a cheeky grin. He had deliberately left this item until the end and now he knew exactly what he was going to do as far as showing both it and his body off. Being a top model he could have his pick of the men and women that constantly barraged him with offers of undying love and devotion but Duo was discreet and fussy when it came to his love life. He didn't want just casual flings. He was no slut and he wanted more. He wanted a steady relationship, and as yet hadn't found someone he was attracted enough to or interested enough in to advance beyond general conversation.

But with this photographer he could sense something different. He just hoped his instincts were right. It had been quite some time since his last intimate encounter but unfortunately his hormones didn't recognize the same ethics as his heart and mind and so he was forced to date his hand on numerous occasions.

Getting his mind back onto the job at hand, he slipped on the tiny garment and tried to adjust his half hard cock into a less revealing position. It wouldn't do for the photos to come out showing him in an aroused state. He began to think of other things such as what color to redecorate his apartment and in five minutes the trick had worked. He was soft again. Donning the robe and picking up his water bottle, he made his way back out onto the sand for the final shoot of the day.

Trowa swapped cameras again and checked the film. He was glad this was the final outfit for the day. After Duo's seductive posing in the last garment it had taken all his self control to refrain from jumping the guy. Put simply, Duo was gorgeous. But he was also well known and Trowa was pretty sure the guy was gay. Although Duo was very careful when it came to his publicity, the tabloids were completely starved for anything on the model's love life. And judging by the way the man had been posing earlier, the seemingly suggestive and provocative stances combined with the *flashing* and the innuendo, Trowa had a hunch that the model was flirting with him. Trowa was a cautious man by nature and having suffered a painful break up and humiliation with his last relationship he was hesitant to say the least.

If he tried a little flirting of his own and Duo wasn't interested then he would find himself looking even more of a fool, but on the other hand...Trowa didn't get to continue that line of thought as Duo re-emerged for the last shoot of the day. Trowa sighed inwardly, he would most certainly be taking a cold shower tonight.

Duo sat down under the awning while Wufei finished adjusting the lights and shades. While he was eager to get this last shoot over with and retire to his hotel room, he was also eager to see if he could get a reaction from the photographer. The man was gorgeous and Duo bet he would be a wonderful lover. He could detect the air of serenity the man exuded along with the gentle thoroughness in everything he did. There was no doubt he was an excellent photographer and knew his job and idly Duo mused if he was as thorough in everything else he did.

"All set." Wufei said as he sat next to Duo under the awning.

Duo jumped at the words, his mind jolting back to the job. Trowa turned around and smiled. They stared at each other for a brief moment before Trowa stepped out from under the canvas and onto the warm sands. Duo took the hint and capped the water bottle. He followed Trowa out, keeping the robe on for the moment. Wufei followed as well. He wasn't blind, he could see the chemistry forming between the pair and had an idea of what Duo was up to. When the time was right he would slip away into the shadows. He hadn't spent the past five years working with Duo and not have some idea of the man's moves and subtle signs. Besides Duo was also one of his closest friends and you got to know the way he worked after a while.

"I think a few shots on the edge of the breaking waves should do for this last set." Trowa said in his quiet tone.

"Sure." Duo replied and walked towards the wet sand where the ocean caressed the grains. He took a look at the photographer who was busy fiddling with his camera and then glanced at Wufei, smiling at his Chinese friend. He didn't have to tell Wufei what he was up to, Wufei already knew. He pulled the robe from his shoulders and tossed it to Wufei who caught it easily. He had left his hair loose for these last shots and fluffed the chestnut mass around himself.

Trowa couldn't see what Duo was wearing this time as the man had his back to him and was concealed by that curtain of lovely hair. He peered from underneath his bang as Duo arranged his hair and then strode towards the waters edge. The water played against his toes and Trowa watched as Duo obviously delighted in the caress, his feet moving through the edge of the water. He turned then and Trowa had a full on view of the latest garment. His jaw went slack as his cock jumped to attention.

Duo wriggled his toes in the cooling water. It felt good and once this last lot of photos were done with he intended to take a dip and cool his body down. He smiled as he looked over his form. Time to have some fun. He turned to face the photographer, his best alluring smile on his lips.

Trowa blinked and then blinked again. His eyes felt as if they were burning with the sight he beheld. Duo stood with the waves lapping at his ankles, loose hair blowing around him, skin glistening with the combination of oil and sunscreen and in the tiniest pair of speedos Trowa had ever seen. The garment was so small it was barely covering Duo's groin, the fact that it was white as well didn't help much. Trowa could make out the outline of Duo's maleness beneath and what he saw excited him further. He groaned softly. Just how the hell was he supposed to finish this shoot with his dignity in tact and his cock in his pants?

Duo smirked as he watched the reaction in the tall photographer. Delicious, simply delicious. He could tell from the way Trowa's eyes raked hungrily over his body that the guy was interested. This last set was going to be fun. "Ready Trowa?" he called coyly.

Trowa frantically searched for his vocal skills that seemed to have deserted him for the moment. He nodded instead.

Duo turned and went a little deeper into the water then arranged himself to display the small garment. Trowa walked shakily across the sands to pause at the edge of the water and fiddle with his camera. He breathed deeply as he tried to regain some control over his body.

Duo knew he was affecting the lanky man and did his best to tempt him even more. He turned sideways to the camera and rested one hand upon a hip, pushing it forwards slightly. He turned his head so his gaze was out to sea and smiled to himself as he heard Trowa's soft exclamation of "Perfect."

Trowa raised the camera to his eye and began to take the shots, snapping away as Duo turned this way and that, displaying the small outfit to the best of his ability. The model was pure perfection. The way he posed it was clear he knew just how to draw the camera to him and Trowa eagerly took shot after shot, mentally noting to keep a couple of these prints for himself.

Duo decided to turn up the heat a little. He waded out until the water was mid thigh, the coolness against his skin exciting him. He hitched his thumb in the top of the elastic and with a sultry look invited Trowa to take more pictures.

Trowa needed no prompting. He could see that the water was affecting Duo, the outline of the model's cock becoming more prominent against the sheerness of the fabric. He snapped some more, being careful to get the shading right so as not to expose too much of Duo's obvious excitement.

Duo hoped they were near the end of the session, his arousal was beginning to get the better of him and he wasn't sure just how much longer he could keep himself in check. He gave a sigh of relief when Trowa announced he had shot enough for the day.

Trowa decided he had all the pictures he needed and so called a halt to the shoot. He watched Duo sigh with relief, and mentally joined him. The sooner he could get his equipment sorted out and packed away the sooner he could get back to the hotel room and take that cold shower.

Wufei began to dismantle the lighting equipment, keeping one eye on Duo as he did so. He had an idea of what Duo was going to do and seeing his suspicions confirmed he grinned and made himself scarce.

Duo waded further out into the ocean. The water rose above his thighs over his hips and upwards to his chest. His nipples hardened instantly with the cool bite of the ocean but his cock only swelled further. He swam lazily for a few moments, watching the activity on the shore line. Wufei had packed up his lighting and shades and was stowing them in the small tent that Duo used as a change room. He could see Trowa under the awning fiddling with his cameras and sending occasional glances in his direction. The rest of the crew had disappeared and wouldn't be back for another couple of hours yet. With a sensual look on his face, Duo decided it was time to seduce the photographer.

Trowa had finished with the cameras and turned to see what the violet eyed model was up to. His eyes opened wide and his jaw all but hit the ground as he observed Duo coming through the breaking waves towards him. He looked like something from a myth, an air of the surreal surrounded him and it was all Trowa could do to remember to breathe.

Duo slipped gracefully from the water and began to walk sensually over the warm sands to where Trowa stood. His eyes did a tour of the man's body and he cheered inwardly as he noted the bulge at the groin. He swayed his hips a little as he walked and tossed his wet hair over his shoulder.

Trowa watched in silence, his blood pounding in his ears as the graceful man approached. The droplets of water beaded upon his skin, occasionally joining forces and running over slick muscle to drip on the sand below. The tiny white speedos had become transparent in the water and Trowa shivered as he could clearly see Duo's hardened cock and balls encased in the flimsy material.

Duo stopped his advance a couple of steps away from the object of his desire. He was fully aware of his aroused state as well as the fact that the tiny garment now hid nothing of his excitement. That's why he had deliberately left this item until last. He dragged his eyes over Trowa's slender frame, noting the dips and curves beneath the tight shirt and jeans. He just hoped he had read all the signals correctly. He reached forwards and ran a finger upwards from Trowa's elbow to his shoulder where he let his hand pause for a moment. He leaned in close and whispered softly. "You're overdressed."