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His hands were shaking, nerves everywhere as he was setting up for his shoot. This shoot would make or break his career and fuck, he did not want to ruin this over a jittery hand malfunction.

Scott was always a klutz, but put famous model Mitchell 'The Queen' Grassi into and he couldn't think about anything else other then how to not only fuck up the shoot but fuck up his mind from not going to far into itself.

He was a nude model. The best nude model. In the world.

He was also GAY.

AND A BOTTOM.

So yeah Scott was kind of terrified.

His assistant, Alex, walked behind him and made him stop fixing this bolt on the tripod that was fixed minutes ago.

"Hey, noodle. Relax bro." Alex took his hands away and held them. "Take a breath and chill the fuck out."

That's all he needed to do. But he couldn't, not yet.

He had twelve minutes to be ready before Mitch would walk in. That alone terrified him.

Mitch was just so dominant and demanding during his shoots, or so he heard. To Scott that was cute, but all he could think about was showing Mitch what and who really was in charge around a shoot. It was definitely not him.

Before he knew it, Alex was rushing to him, frantic, about how Mitch had arrived. Scott looked at his watch quickly, right on time.

The brunette walked into the building in yoga pants and a super large hoodie. Sunglasses on just a little too down on his nose to scope out his newly found terrain.

"Welcome, Mr. Grassi. It's so great to finally m-" Scott was extending his hand out, but got a hand fully of a thirty thousand dollar purse and a strict order to put that in his room.

Anger boiled in his stomach at the thought that Mitch was so high and mighty. Scott pushed the purse to Alex who ran it to the back.

He was shorter then Scott thought but, perfect to be thrown back down into reality.

The blonde shook his head. He couldn't think that way. He shouldn't think that way. He was professional, had to be professional.

"Who's Scott Hoying?" Mitch looked around and asked. Scott raised his hand a small amount and stepped to the shorter man again, extending his arm.

"That's me, Mr. Grassi." Mitch smirked and put his hand out, shaking Scotts awaiting hand.

As the hands were in motion Mitch looked Scott up and down. Fuck was this tall glass of water fucking daddy material. He continued to smirk, letting his thoughts run free. "Well aren't you just a good looking man, daddy." Hand connecting, Scott gripped his harder then intended. "Strong too. I like my men strong." He retreated his hand, flinging his wrist to get his assistants attention.

Scott just stood there, hand still out stretched. Today was going to be a long night. Not only was Mitch the most attractive man he's seen, it was when they touched that he felt a magnetic pull to him.

"Alexander." Scott growled.

"Yes?" The man scurried to where Scott was standing, still pissed but also a little confused.

He just shook his head and headed over to his table with his cameras. Focus Scott, focus. He said over and over in his head before grabbing his cannon, putting that correct lens on it.

Plus this shoot was just not one that would be easy for him. Mitch was modeling not only nude, but with bdsm accessories and toys.

The man on his mind walked out in a silk robe, walking, no strutting over to Scott with confidence.

His hair was short all around but enough to have his own fingers run through and tug on to move it around a little, making it messy. His slim frame was also muscular in a weird way. Eyes dancing with an excited fire.

"Hello, daddy." The brunette spoke smoothly, almost as if his words were a creamy substance, making his own sweet dessert.

"Mitchell." Scott spoke eyes looking him up and down. The smaller man stopped dead in his tracks, it wasn't intentional, it just was somehow wired in his brain. He felt as though he was in trouble, was he?

Scott got a sense of pride when Mitch looked as though he didn't know what to do. Most photographers didn't stand up to him or for themselves with any models at all.

"I... yes?"  Mitch stood there, not moving a muscle, he felt wrong for doing or thinking about it.

He started to walk, going to his studio. "Let's go." The studio was only allowed Scott and his models, no one else. It helped him to focus more on the art then anything else.

He openness the door for them both to walk in, all the equipment ready for both parties.

"This is going to be quite fun." Mitch grinned and walked over to the basket of items.

"Fun indeed." Scott whispered back but only for himself to hear.

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