Walk A Different Path 🤍 Jaa/First

Chapter 7 ~ time to move on ~

"move a little closer to each other, come on Sam' you know what to do baby" the photographer called out as Sam sat on the kitchen counter with his legs spread wide and Maskwa stood between them, his hands grasping Sam's thighs as he held him close and his silk pyjama top slipping seductively off one shoulder.

"any closer and I'll be pregnant babe's" Sam called back.

"now that would be a sight to see" Maskwa growled.

"are we doing a photo shoot here or filming a BL drama, this is ..." Sam began,

"is it my fault there were silk pyjamas in there, huh? would you rather wear them on horseback? I figured it would look good if you had that 'just got up' look and were in the kitchen making coffee or something" the photographer replied.

"yeah 'or something' being the operative phrase" Sam said.

"come on babe, you know you love it" the stylist teased him.

'not when I'm getting turned on' Sam kept his thoughts to himself, it was taking all his concentration to keep his little buddy under control.

"ok' let's try this again, make up, their faces are a bit shiny" the photographer called out and the make up guy came forward to powder their skin.

"are you ok?" Maskwa asked Sam.

"I'm good, you?"

"never better but why do I feel as if I'm making you nervous?" Maskwa teased him.

"I'm not nervous at all, why should I be?" Sam said defiantly.

 "you look stunning by the way" Maskwa said as he gazed down at the handsome man in his arms.

"thank you" Sam replied blushing.

The photographer was snapping away without telling them, these shots were amazing, natural and sexy, the looks they were giving each other were sizzling hot especially Maskwa, he looked about ready to rip Sam's pj's off and devour him whole, consequences be damned.

"let's try something different then, Sam, you stand up and pretend to be making coffee, Maskwa, I want you to stand behind Sam and hold him as if you've just got up after a night of passion" the photographer said.

Maskwa moved away from Sam glad that he had been able to keep the desire he was feeling under wraps and Sam hopped down from the counter before turning around to start pretending he was setting the coffee machine going.

The photographer started taking candid shots almost immediately as Maskwa wrapped his muscular arms around Sam's tiny waist before looking over his shoulder then he lifted one hand and tugged down the fabric and leaned forward to deliver tiny kisses on Sam's neck.

"is this really necessary?" Sam called out.

"Sam what the hell is wrong with you today, you're supposed to be the professional here!" the photographer called out.

"I think he needs to go and get laid" the stylist whispered to the make up guy who both began to snigger.

"what's so funny" Sam snapped at the guys, the crew could tell he was getting agitated.

"let's take a break guys, I think I might have enough of the silk nightwear anyway" the photographer said.

Sam slapped Maskwa's hands away and stalked off to go in one of the side rooms where he removed the silk pj's before donning his robe and sat down to sulk then a few moments later, Maskwa entered the room.

"did I do something wrong?" he asked.

"no, not really ... it's just that" Sam began.

"if it's any consolation, I feel exactly the same" Maskwa said walking towards Sam.