People were definitely staring at him today. He was used to being looked at but today felt different. They were looking at him as if they were figuring him out. Bewildered and surprised.
Even Ogita.
"What is it?" he finally asked while waiting for the crew to put the final touches to the set. The photographer kept shouting something to the effect that they hadn't gotten the lighting right.
His agent shifted uncomfortably. "What do you mean?"
Could it be an exposed hickey? Takumi didn't think so since he and Akira were careful recently.
"Something wrong with my face today?"
"You..look different," Ogita said.
"Different?" Takumi was amused and confused.
"In a good way," Ogita added awkwardly. "Just somehow better? I don't get it."
"That's good, I suppose." Takumi still didn't understand.
"You look like you've just rolled out of bed after having an amazing fuck," Nishioka declared as he stepped in next to them.
Ogita groaned.
Takumi snuck a glare at him. At least Nishioka lowered his voice just enough not to have that comment blasted to the whole crew.
"Such humor," he commented with dripping sarcasm.
Nishioka ignored him and seemed incredibly pleased. "That's why people are staring more than usual. You're literally selling sex today."
As if on cue, the photographer, experienced and renowned, glanced at Takumi and looked away quickly.
Takumi was bemused.
The campaign was for a long-running perfume. Although as he had told Akira, the concept was remarkably simple. Him in an open white shirt staring at the camera.
And last he checked in the mirror (which was half an hour ago), he didn't look any different.
"This is going to sell well. I see a renewal on the table," Nishioka announced gleefully. Takumi snorted.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" he asked Nishioka.
"Appreciating my best investment."
"I should sue you for harassment."
"Go ahead and try-"
Whatever Nishioka was going to spit out was halted by another arrival on the set.
He uttered under his breath, "You know what. Don't try."
"Here you are, sir. I'll get going," the crew member who escorted Akira over stared at the man with saucer eyes.
"Thank you," Akira said politely and Takumi watched as the poor girl scurried away.
"You scared her," Takumi commented and tried not to laugh.
Akira didn't say a word. He casted his eyes over Takumi.
From the bottom. Lingered briefly here and there. Moving upwards like a caress.
Taking his time. Slowly.
Before his eyes met Takumi's.
And this time, he hid nothing. Takumi saw every bit of affection and lust in them.
Then the bastard smiled. "You look good."
Inside, Takumi went hot and crazy. Outside, he held together his professional front with great effort.
"This won't take long," he promised. His voice just a bit hoarse.
Ogita was checking his phone and oblivious to the entire exchange.
Nishioka saw through it all and coughed discreetly. "Work."
Akira merely seemed amused and they exchanged courtesy nods. He stood beside them, unassuming and relaxed.
One would almost think that he was just another business representative from the agency.
They were interrupted by the call to get ready to start.
Takumi took off the wrap around him and handed it to Ogita.
He threw a side glance at Akira. Watch me.
The trace of a smirk on Akira's face. A dare.
Takumi walked onto the set with half of his brain already in all sorts of mess.
He didn't care if it showed on his expression. In fact, it fitted the theme so well that the photographer screamed for the make-up artists to stop fussing with him and started taking pictures.
It was oddly the quietest session that Takumi has ever participated in. He was given no instructions. The crew observed a silence because the photographer shushed them up with irritation.
The only sound was the camera clicking.
In Takumi's mind, it was riotous. The knowledge that Akira was gazing at him and watching his every move. The fact that they could act upon their wants after this.
If anyone could hear his thoughts now, this campaign was due for censorship.
"Last one, Matsumoto." The photographer finally broke the quiet tersely.
Takumi stared at the camera's direction but his line of sight was fixed firmly at a pair of eyes beyond.
Those eyes did not waver.
Takumi nearly swallowed. He was sure that everyone could hear his heart beat. Saw how damn aroused his was.
"Done!"
He broke the gaze and tried to assume his professional mode. The photographer checked through the shots.
Everyone broke into thank yous for the hard work and such. Someone handed him a bottle of water. He could hear the minor shrieks, gushing and exclamations but those did not matter right now.
Takumi was heading straight to Akira when the photographer stopped him.
He was surprised. Everyone else was stunned. The diva was known to just ignore his models.
"You are dangerous, Matsumoto."
As close to a compliment that anyone was ever going to get.
"Thank you," Takumi said charmingly.
A curt nod and grunt.
When Takumi was back with the three men, Nishioka exclaimed with absolute delight.
"Everyone is going to hear about this tomorrow!"
Takumi couldn't care less about that at the moment.
Ogita asked, "Do you want to go home now? Or somewhere else? I'll get the car."
"No need." Akira stopped him. Quiet and even. "I'll take him."
Take me, Takumi wanted to scream. Take me anywhere. Anytime. Any way you want to.
He managed evenly, "Let me get changed first."
Ogita shrugged and seemed relieved not to be on driver duty. Nishioka was already talking numbers to someone on the phone.
Takumi started to walk towards the changing room. He could sense Akira following him at a polite distance.
The chatter around them was unavoidable.
"Who is that hottie?"
"Probably the brand's business rep? Matsumoto snagging another contract."
"Yeah, especially after today. He's gonna blow up the industry again."
"Looks like we have a contract to discuss," Takumi teased when he opened the door and headed inside.
Akira agreed amicably. "Some terms are non-negotiable."
He noticed that Akira locked the door behind him.
It took them an inordinately short amount of time to end up with Takumi lifted and pressed onto the dressing table, with Akira checking his body. Their arms wrapped around each other tightly. Their kiss was so hard it was almost painful.
"This is the last assignment?" Akira asked huskily.
"Yes," Takumi breathed and reached under his suit, feeling the hard panels of his back.
"Good."
Akira sucked on his neck. Intent to leave a mark.
Takumi bit his lip to avoid letting out a loud moan.
"Cancel everything tomorrow. I want to fuck you."
Akira demanded in a tone which was low and uncompromising, and Takumi wanted to rip off the suit standing between their skins.
They broke off suddenly, as if both realizing that this was getting a little too dangerous.
Akira backed off first and ordered. "Change. I'll wait outside."
"Right. Good idea." Takumi wasn't going to argue.
He knew that he was within the range of not caring when he found Akira adjusting his tie so unbelievably hot.
Once Akira closed the door behind him, Takumi proceeded to change into his clothes quickly.
He couldn't help but think back to the last campaign shoot, which ended in frustration.
Compared to them having just come perilously close to fucking in the changing room. With a mass of people floating around outside.
Takumi grabbed his bag and brimmed with anticipation when he opened the door.
Akira was waiting with a knowing smile. "That was quick."
Takumi leaned closer and whispered.
"Take me home and fuck me."