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TItle: Speedo
Pairing: Will/Skandar
Rating: PG-13
Warning: I didn't edit this at all, I just kinda wrote it and immediately posted it...SO I HOPE IT'S ALRIGHT...
Author's note: This is for rye_the_random, who suggested I write a fic after we drooled over this fabulous photo of Will, which appeared in a British magasine last year:
Will stepped out of the small dressing tent on the beach sunny beach and was immediately accosted by Marissa, the hairstylist. While Marissa arranged Will’s hair to look a bit “windswept” Will looked down shyly at his lightly sculpted abs, which were left bare by the clothes for today’s photo shoot. The sole item Will was wearing was a small white cotton speedo that covered amazingly little of his body, snugly hugging his hips.
He had been instructed to shave his golden pubic hair before he came to shoot, and he was immensely grateful he had done so.
Marissa had finished with his hair and Will walked over to the are clos to the water where photography equipment was set up on their tripods and four photographers hovered with cameras.
Will giggled to himself, partially because of the warm sand between his toes, partially because of what Skandar might do when he saw these photos.
One of the photographers gave him detailed instructions on how to pose lounging in the tide. Will was careful to not to get the front of his speedo wet, sure that the water would make the cloth even more revealing. The water was chilly around his hips.
As Will propped himself up on his elbows and the photographers snapped pictures, he smiled at how his skin glowed in the sunlight. His mind wandered; he thought of what Skandar would do to him in this skimpy little tog. Skandar would kiss his stomach and…and perhaps he would undo the tie with his teeth.
The shoot was drawing to a shoot and Will could feel his cock begin to harden.
Skandar would love this.
Will knew that any photos of him aroused would never be released, so he took advantage of the opportunity. His cock was swelling even more, now half-hard and straining slightly against the thin fabric confinement. He grinned at the sight as the photographer snapped a picture.
After the shoot was finished, Will walked back to the dressing tent and donned his clothes over the swimwear.
When he reached his and Skandar’s flat, the corridor was deserted. Will quickly undressed, unlocked the door, and entered. Inside, Skandar walked out of the kitchen and stopped in his steps, his mouth dropping, at the sight of Will looking so fuckable.
Just what I thought, Will grinned.