Getting inside his studio, the heat kicked on making his glasses fog. Jason took the shoulder bag off his body, tossing it on the simple loveseat. He took off his tie next, draping it across the bag. Being a freelance photographer, while it gave him ample creativity, it took a while for his body to catch up. He cracked his neck on both sides and walked over to the kitchenette to grab something from the fridge.
He charged up the ass for his packages but it helped pay for a lot of things. Just not a one bedroom apartment. Good thing he didn't need much besides a few bookcases and some other seating areas. His favorite was currently hanging from a hook on the ceiling. It was a circular plastic chair, deep and wide with a comfy edge. Jason placed a small pillow inside of it, and always smiled when he remembered his first guest he took inside of it. He had to hold onto the chain that the chair swung from as he rode his partner but they both managed to make it work. Since then, he had a total of four people in his studio. They never minded the place as long as Jason kept them distracted long enough.
The bed was at the far end, with lantern lights hanging above it, pinned to the wall. It gave the room a soft glow. At the right wall was where the magic was. Four window panels led to a wide view of (some of) the city. The studio sat three stories high, but the lights were a pretty sight - especially when it rained, casting shadows everywhere. It was the one fantasy Jason couldn't manage to tick off, to make love to someone in the shadows of the rain.
Jason found the pizza take out and stuck three pieces in the microwave. Right now, it was just fucking cold. He had curtains for the windows but he hated to leave the views. Leaning his back against the counter, he rubbed his tired face. It was nearing midnight, he'd been practicing his night-time photography downtown, trying to hone in on his profile taking skills. No, he wasn't a stalker, but he did print out his best work from these free shots and hung them on his walls.
It's what impressed his night friends. He refused to call them dates. The last time he went on a true, state of the art date was about four years ago. He'd been so love sick then. Paying a lot of money to buy his lover flowers, or snacks, helping out with massages when he could - and helping him study when he was in college. He was the one to giggle stupidly when he received a text from him. Yes, they had their share of problems but Jason always tried to be on the side of communication, firmly believing it wasn't him versus his partner, but him and his partner versus the problem.
Unfortunately, the problem was a genetic disease his lover couldn't battle forever. Jason had to move out a month after his boyfriend flatlined one Tuesday afternoon. He couldn't take their memories -or other classes for college. So he dropped. He had a bachelor's and nothing else. According to one therapist, he moved hundreds of miles away to avoid dealing with the pain.
The microwave beeped, helping to bring him to the present. As he ate in front of the t.v, he checked his phone for any hits on the dating app. Though he used it as more of a hook-up app than anything. He found a match and scrolled through the profile, grinning when a few of his kinks matched up.
Jason wouldn't consider himself broad, or muscled enough to be a 'Daddy', so he blamed it on his thick beard which outlined his jaw when his partners called him that. And as a gift of thanks, he did free boudoir photoshoots for his late night 'clients', printing them out as they laid in the peaceful after-glow. Sometimes he'd take copies if they allowed him, otherwise he returned the photos to their respected owners.
And this one, it's turning out, loves to be watched.....
Grinning, he hit DM and opened with his first message.
'Free for a free, consensual boudoir photoshoot? You can keep the pictures, but I saw you had a kink for exhibition and I just got home.'
Oh, and this guy was online?? He looked at the clock as it hit all zeros. He can be late for his hike. His message was received, and read.
Jason finished his pizza as he waited.
Ten minutes later, his phone dinged.
'Name of hotel?'
Jason had to search his mind for the motel at the corner of him.
'Tara Moon.'
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Twenty minutes later, Jason carried two bags. One with his camera equipment (mini printer included), the other his kink equipment. If the guy was okay with that. The profile said he was anyway. He had the motel room key, number thirty-three and sent the guy the room number. He went inside and started setting everything up, humming to himself. He changed clothes before he left, choosing a button down shirt and leaving four undone as a part one tease along with planning to leave his belt unbuckled.
After getting his camera and tripod set up, he flickered through some of the photos and let out a breath, seeing the guy's body laced with gorgeous tattoos. He had a green vine, running the length from one arm to the other, and branching out across his back. He couldn't wait to trace that out with his tongue. A few more pictures confirmed it led down to roses on his thighs and Jason licked his lips. Yeah.. he had a thing for tattoos but was too chicken-shit to get one of his own.
Just as Jason was about to touch himself to relieve some of the pressure, the was a soft knock. He opened it, and leaned against the frame with his hip. "I can't wait to get some shots of those tattoos," he grinned. "And maybe if you're up for it, I'd love to savor it myself."
