Re: He Shot Me Down [Adley Reed]
Posted: 30 Mar 2018, 11:37
There was more of that laughter. Regardless of whatever else it may have said about Adley, Grayson likes how easily it came to the photographer. To him, that sound was the hallmark of a person who knew what they were about, who knew what they wanted and who they were. It was, to Gray, the ultimate sign of comfort in one’s own skin and surroundings, which meant confidence. So he had no problem with joining in. Yeah, it was at his expense, but the only difference between laughing with someone and laughing at someone was what that person was doing at the time. Besides. It was pretty funny wasn’t it? Hadn’t he just been saying that the crotch was a little too tight? Then again, none of the garments had been crafted to fit him specifically. Haute Couture was for the people who bought the garments. Him? He was just the one who gave those bits of fabric life.
“Let’s not talk about what would make me feel better.” He said. In truth, knowing that the shot came out essentially removed any concerns he had. Torn garment be damned, as long as he looked good doing it; that was what mattered. The world was a vain place, after all. A person could be a sum of zero in every aspect but beauty and thrive. All that brilliance brought were tortured souls. “Or I suppose we can.” He said with the glimmer of teeth as his head half turned until his chin nearly touched his shoulder. Adley could probably just make out half of a grin. It only took one really good image to cement a model’s career. If he imparted enough of his infectious energy into it, the product would sell, and he would get even more work. It felt good to be back in the saddle. Back to doing what he knew, what he was comfortable with.
Gray handed the jacket off, and it occurred to him that he was about to strip down in front of the photographer. His thoughts didn’t focus on the potential taboo of the act itself, because guys in his position did that all the time. It just seemed a little silly to keep going back and forth between the main part of the warehouse and the back. In fact, the ‘front’ was warmer because of all of the lighting. So he made an executive decision. Well. First he took off his shirt, which revealed shoulders wide enough to reveal that he’d definitely grown into a man since his last job. He clearly enjoyed the gym, as he was saved from being lanky by the lean muscle which gave his arms definition and created a comfortably warm firmness to the touch. Goose flesh rose because of the chill, but he ignored it.
Adley was probably going to laugh at his hard nipples. Gray’s hands moved to cover them momentarily, before he immediately realized he needed both hands. So he grunted and grabbed his clothing. “I have no clue what she’s doing. She's really driving this car into a ditch. Fast.” He said, deciding to blame the designer for his choices. His gaze passed across Adley’s as he twisted around to slip right back into the other room. It probably seemed like he couldn’t make up his mind. But thankfully, not everything he’d packed was so bright.
He began to wriggle out of the pants, and at the same time, dropped a hat onto his own head. The wide rim spoke more of summer to him than the white suit had. The hat came off because he had to pull on a tank top with a custom print. Really, the two looks could have come from entirely different worlds, and he had to wonder about the target demographic. Oh well. The hat went back on and he realized he had misplaced the shoes, which was why he began to rifle around in the bag - a pair of dark jeans folded in half and tossed over his shoulder as he simultaneously stepped out of pooled slacks and the absurdly bright white suede kicks he’d been wearing.
“Better?” He asked, though he still wasn’t fully dressed. He was getting there. Until then, Adley could watch him march around in those Calvin Kleins. “AHA!” He pulled the black leather from the sack. The shoes actually weren’t part of the outfit, but he’d added them all the same, so it at least looked cohesive.
“Let’s not talk about what would make me feel better.” He said. In truth, knowing that the shot came out essentially removed any concerns he had. Torn garment be damned, as long as he looked good doing it; that was what mattered. The world was a vain place, after all. A person could be a sum of zero in every aspect but beauty and thrive. All that brilliance brought were tortured souls. “Or I suppose we can.” He said with the glimmer of teeth as his head half turned until his chin nearly touched his shoulder. Adley could probably just make out half of a grin. It only took one really good image to cement a model’s career. If he imparted enough of his infectious energy into it, the product would sell, and he would get even more work. It felt good to be back in the saddle. Back to doing what he knew, what he was comfortable with.
Gray handed the jacket off, and it occurred to him that he was about to strip down in front of the photographer. His thoughts didn’t focus on the potential taboo of the act itself, because guys in his position did that all the time. It just seemed a little silly to keep going back and forth between the main part of the warehouse and the back. In fact, the ‘front’ was warmer because of all of the lighting. So he made an executive decision. Well. First he took off his shirt, which revealed shoulders wide enough to reveal that he’d definitely grown into a man since his last job. He clearly enjoyed the gym, as he was saved from being lanky by the lean muscle which gave his arms definition and created a comfortably warm firmness to the touch. Goose flesh rose because of the chill, but he ignored it.
Adley was probably going to laugh at his hard nipples. Gray’s hands moved to cover them momentarily, before he immediately realized he needed both hands. So he grunted and grabbed his clothing. “I have no clue what she’s doing. She's really driving this car into a ditch. Fast.” He said, deciding to blame the designer for his choices. His gaze passed across Adley’s as he twisted around to slip right back into the other room. It probably seemed like he couldn’t make up his mind. But thankfully, not everything he’d packed was so bright.
He began to wriggle out of the pants, and at the same time, dropped a hat onto his own head. The wide rim spoke more of summer to him than the white suit had. The hat came off because he had to pull on a tank top with a custom print. Really, the two looks could have come from entirely different worlds, and he had to wonder about the target demographic. Oh well. The hat went back on and he realized he had misplaced the shoes, which was why he began to rifle around in the bag - a pair of dark jeans folded in half and tossed over his shoulder as he simultaneously stepped out of pooled slacks and the absurdly bright white suede kicks he’d been wearing.
“Better?” He asked, though he still wasn’t fully dressed. He was getting there. Until then, Adley could watch him march around in those Calvin Kleins. “AHA!” He pulled the black leather from the sack. The shoes actually weren’t part of the outfit, but he’d added them all the same, so it at least looked cohesive.