Modeling Death (5 page)

Neither man looked pleased with the assessment. Apparently, even models were sensitive about their looks, maybe especially because they were models and it was their trade.

After hours of photographs, both together and apart, and what felt like millions of wardrobe changes, the men were excused to leave.

"Jacob, my boy," Pablo called out. "Get dressed and come see what I've done."

Jacob gave Pablo a wide-open smile, an expression Guy doubted the camera ever saw. It didn't take Jacob long to change and, from the look of the wet hair dampening his collar, rinse off all of his makeup.

Jacob ignored Guy as he went over to the photographer and the two of them started discussing camera angles and lighting. It was apparent they shared a love of photography.

"Mandy told me you wanted to get into photography. When you're done posing in front of the camera, you come see me," Pablo said in his thickly accented voice. "I will teach you. You must not go to another."

Jacob's pleased smile told Guy what the offer meant to him. "I wouldn't dream of it, Pablo." Jacob patted the photographer on the back.

Not to be neglected, Guy linked his arm through Jacob's, both to get his attention and stake his claim. "Come on, sweetheart, I'm starving." He placed a kiss on Jacob's forehead and shot a glare at the photographer, who looked more amused than threatened. He obviously needed to work on his intimidation tactics.

"I'll see you later, Pablo. I'm glad you liked the shots," Jacob said, heading towards the door.

The designer rushed over, intercepting their exit. "Jacob, honey, you did an amazing job as usual."

"Thanks, Chris." Jacob gave the designer his professional smile. Guy was beginning to tell the difference.

"I'll be sure to tell Mandy I want you on my runway next week."

"You do that," Jacob said, shaking the designer's hand.

Guy extricated Jacob from the other man and herded him outside. He'd called the limo when he saw them wrapping things up.

Jacob let out a sigh, settling against the limo's leather seat. "I really hate Gregor. I saw him hitting on you."

Guy smiled at the unspoken question in the air. "Yes, he did." He tucked a strand of Jacob's hair behind his ear, stroking the silky skin beneath. Unable to resist the lure of hot flesh, Guy cupped Jacob's face between his hands. "I'm going to kiss you. If you want me to stop, better tell me now."

Jacob gave him a wicked grin that kicked Guy in the gut. "I thought you'd never ask."

With a groan, Guy leaned forward and kissed him, a soft slide of lips against lips, a testing kiss.

Jacob plunged his fingers into Guy's hair and opened his mouth to Guy's invasion. Guy knew in that moment that whatever idea he had of being in control was an illusion.

Fuck, he wanted this man.

His cock hardened quickly as Jacob slanted his lips and licked inside Guy's mouth. Heat flashed through his body, hotter than the flames surrounding Jacob's stage earlier.

The limo slowed to a halt. Guy recognized the movement enough to pull away from Jacob. His breath came in raspy pants as he tried to regain his equilibrium. All he really wanted to do was strip the man down and devour him. Luckily, by the time Joel came around to open the door, both men looked more presentable.

That didn't stop the driver from giving Guy a knowing smirk.

"Be nice, Joel," Guy whispered as he stepped out of the vehicle. "This is my future mate."

Joel was one of the few servants Guy brought with him when he came into the city. Joel wisely didn't say a word as Jacob exited the limo.

They'd stopped at Guy's favorite Italian restaurant.

"Reservation for Guy Franks," he told the receptionist. She didn't respond for a moment as she stared past him to Jacob.

"Mr Richmond," she said with a delighted smile, "I'm pleased to see you've come to visit us again."

"I can't stay away from Milo's lasagna."

It was disconcerting to be outshone by his date, especially since Guy owned half of the restaurant. For a brief moment, he understood how Gregor felt. Just for a moment, though, because a second later, Jacob turned to him with a smile and Guy basked in his date's attention.

"Come this way. Is anyone else going to join you?" the hostess asked.

"No," Guy said. "It's just us."

She gave Guy a menu and a wine list. "I'll tell Milo you're here. Let me know if there's anything else you might need." The last was said with a great deal of eyelash fluttering.

"I'm sure we will," Guy said in a dismissive tone.

* * * *

Jacob bit back his laughter. It was cute how possessive Guy acted. For a moment, Jacob thought his date was going to strangle Julie, the hostess. He didn't worry about ordering. He never ordered anything off the menu. He didn't even know what was on it. Milo would send him out something good as soon as he heard Jacob was there.

"Good evening, Mr Franks, Mr Richmond," the waiter said, greeting them with a slight bow. "Mr Franks, the specials are a lovely lobster ravioli or a clam linguini with a garden salad. We also have a nice red wine."

"What are you going to have?" Guy asked him.

Jacob shrugged. "Whatever Milo makes me."

"Have Milo make two of what he's making for Jacob and bring us a couple of glasses of wine that will complement the meal best."

The waiter left, and the interrogation began.

"How do you know Milo?"

"He's my agent's cousin. We roomed together for four years when I first came to New York. We've kept in touch. Whenever I'm in town, I drop by for a bite. How do you know him?"

"I financed this restaurant for half of the profits."

Jacob looked around the restaurant. "Looks like a good bet."

Guy shrugged. "Most restaurants aren't a good investment, but I tried Milo's food first."

Jacob laughed. "He's amazing, isn't he?"

"Jacob!" Milo came barreling out of the kitchen, his arms held out. Jacob stood to accept his friend's welcoming hug. The familiar embrace gave him a warm feeling. For Jacob, Milo would always be the big brother he never had. "Alice is going to be disappointed she missed you."

"I'll be sure to give her a call," Jacob promised. Alice was a sweet, quiet girl, the perfect foil for her exuberant husband.

"I have a shrimp risotto with truffles that I'm going to prepare for you. Just sit tight and I'll send out appetizers and a salad so you don't starve. Is this your date?" Milo turned and Jacob heard his friend gasp. "I'm sorry, Mr Franks. I didn't know you were here."

"That's because your staff was far more interested in my date." Before Jacob could argue, he was smoothly removed from Milo's arms and tucked beneath Guy's shoulder in a proprietary move.

Milo looked at the pair for a moment. "You look good together." He lowered his voice. "Jacob, have you talked to your mother lately?"

Jacob shook his head. "I was going to call her in a couple of days for her birthday."

"Call her sooner. She called my place and told Alice she was coming to New York to visit you as a surprise. She seems to think we still live together."

"I'll talk to her." It had been years since he and Milo had shared a place. He wondered if his mother was losing her grip on reality again. She tended to go through cycles; this sounded like one of her bad ones. "How did she get your number?"

Milo shrugged. "Probably from the phone directory. We're not unlisted."

"True." Milo was the only person Jacob knew who didn't have an unlisted number. He refused to bow to the phone company and pay extra.

"I have to get back to the kitchen. Jacob, call me next week and we'll talk." Milo's eyes said they had a lot to talk about. Jacob nodded obediently. He didn't want Milo to worry.

"You have a lot of people looking out for you," Guy commented. He pulled out Jacob's chair and seated him like a gentleman. Jacob kissed Guy on the cheek, charmed when his date blushed.

"Things like that won't help me concentrate on Milo's food."

"Shame, since it's so good here," Jacob agreed.

Just as Guy sat, a bowl of fresh bread and two spinach salads were presented with a flourish. The waiter set a glass of white wine beside Guy's plate and a glass of water before Jacob's. "The chef thought this would complement your dinner."

"Thank you," Guy said, not taking his eyes of Jacob. "Don't drink?"

Jacob shook his head. "I hate losing control. My mother was addicted to alcohol and drugs when I was growing up." As Guy continued to stare at him, Jacob felt a blush staining his cheeks. Weird, he rarely blushed, but there was something about the intensity of Guy's stare that made him self-conscious. The other man's gaze was intense, as if he wanted to know everything about Jacob and had sexy ways of finding out.

"I think it's a miracle you've done so well for yourself."

Jacob shrugged off the compliment. "What is it you actually do?" Jacob asked. He wanted to divert attention away from himself but also satisfy his curiosity about the man sitting across the table.

"I do a variety of things. I own some businesses, dabble in the stock market, run an investigation firm." Guy shrugged off the question as if he didn't want to talk about himself, strange since Guy didn't strike Jacob as the shy type. "This restaurant is one of the few things I went into with a plan to sell to my business partner. Milo will buy me out in a few years, and I've already gotten an amazing return on my investment."

Jacob ate his salad as he listened to Guy talk. After a bit, Jacob reciprocated by sharing some of his more entertaining tales about the modeling world until the waiter brought out their food. Jacob enjoyed everything about dinner, the food, the company and, most of all, the sexual attraction crackling between them. If he asked, Jacob knew he'd let Guy take him home.

Watching Guy's lips as he talked brought up memories of their kiss. The older man definitely knew what to do with his mouth. He wondered if Guy liked to use it on his lovers' bodies as well. Jacob didn't understand men who didn't like to suck cock. He definitely wasn't one of them. Although Jacob wasn't an easy lay, he loved pleasuring his lover with his mouth.

The power of bringing a man to completion excited Jacob like nothing else.

"What are you thinking about?" Guy asked, dragging Jacob out of his thoughts.

He answered without thinking. "Hmm. I was dreaming about sucking you off."

* * * *

There was no doubt in Guy's mind that Jacob planned to drive him completely and totally insane. Just the thought of Jacob's mouth on his cock made Guy harder than granite.

"Tell me you're not teasing!" Guy demanded. He wondered briefly if Jacob was going to be his downfall, but the image of Jacob on his knees made Guy not really care.

"I'm not teasing. Just because I wouldn't let you fuck me when we first met doesn't mean I can't change my mind after we've gotten to know each other."

Guy didn't understand Jacob's reasoning, but he wasn't going to argue with the man.

He raised his hand. "Check please."

The limo pulled up as Guy and Jacob left the restaurant. Joel got out and relieved Jacob of his enormous bag of food. Apparently, Milo always sent Jacob home with extra food, a habit from when they both subsisted on whatever restaurant leftovers Milo could get.

"Milo looks out for me," Jacob said with an enchanting smile. Guy thought Milo looked a little too appreciative at Jacob for someone who was supposedly married, but who was he to judge?

"We'll make sure your food gets refrigerated when we get to my place." No way was he going to let Milo's excellent cooking go to waste. If tonight went like he hoped, maybe they could share the feast for breakfast tomorrow.

"Sounds good." Jacob leaned his head against the seat, flicking a gaze over Guy's body. At Jacob's steamy look, Guy became harder than granite.

The trip to Guy's brownstone and up the short flight of stairs was fast, but not quick enough. The magic inside Guy crackled insistently to take the delicious smelling man down and mark him as his own. He wanted Jacob badly, but the model refused to touch him inside the limo. Jacob had the strange idea Joel would peek at them. Apparently, while Jacob could pose confidently in his underwear with dozens of people watching, he was shy.

Who knew?

As soon as the door slammed behind them, Guy rushed to the kitchen, opened his refrigerator, and stuffed the bag of food inside, completely ignoring the sound of things tipping over.

He didn't have attention to spare for anything except the handsome model standing before him. "Does this blowjob come complete with naked model?"

Jacob licked his lips, and Guy almost ruined the anticipation by coming from that sight alone.

"It most definitely does."

* * * *

Jacob wanted Guy more than he could remember wanting any man. Granted, it had been a while since he'd had the time and energy to let someone catch him, but he still remembered all the right moves to drive a man insane.

Giving Guy his best seductive look, Jacob sank to his knees, unsnapping and unzipping on the way.

"Fuck, I've had sex not as good as watching you go to your knees," Guy said in a deep, guttural voice.

Jacob laughed. Leaning forward, he inhaled Guy's aroma through his black mesh underwear.

"Delicious," Jacob purred, breathing in Guy's musky scent. His date smelled better than any man he'd ever been with before. Jacob's mouth watered as he slid his thumbs beneath the elastic waistband and pulled the underwear down, exposing a thick, meaty cock for his enjoyment.

"Yum," he whispered as he swiped the weeping head with his tongue.

"Fuck!" Guy slid his hands into Jacob's hair and yanked him to his feet.

"Ouch." Jacob's scalp stung from the pull.

"Sorry, sweetness. We need to take this to the bedroom before I collapse on the floor. I'm getting too old for rolling around on the tile."

"You could've just said that," Jacob complained, rubbing his scalp.

Guy placed a soft kiss on Jacob's lips. With lust in his eyes, Guy pulled up his pants with one hand and grabbed Jacob's wrist with the other.