“How is this not as boring as everything else?” Jimmy asked petulantly.
Sabrina sighed. “It’s not boring for me. If you want something to do, why don’t you give Gabriel a back rub or something?” Gabriel smirked at her as Jimmy rolled his eyes, then started dragging one of his hands along Gabriel’s shoulders. Gabriel closed his eyes, and Sabrina moved back so that Gabriel’s jeans were in the picture. He looked like he was enjoying the massage.
“Gabriel,” Sabrina called, thinking about the angle of the light, “would you mind unbuttoning your jeans for me?”
He opened his eyes and smiled, saying nothing as he silently moved his hand down and pulled on his waistband, popping open the button while staring right into the camera. Sabrina caught her breath at the sheer sexuality of the gesture. Arousal slid through her as she saw Jimmy watching Gabriel, too, his hand draped on the other man’s bare shoulder, his eyes darkening as they followed Gabriel’s hand down to his jeans.
“God, that’s perfect, Jimmy,” she breathed. “Just do whatever, okay?” With that statement, Gabriel lifted his hand from his pants and turned slightly to stroke Jimmy’s cheek before letting it fall back down to the rug. Jimmy swallowed, and Sabrina felt another spike of heat rush through her body. She could see Gabriel’s cock hardening. Would he mind me taking a picture of him like that? she wondered, and then he winked at her under his eyelashes. She blinked, then held her breath and depressed the shutter. Jimmy was staring at Gabriel’s groin, mouth open. Sabrina stared, trying to remember to take pictures. The sun fell across Gabriel’s chest and the top of his left thigh, lighting his body gorgeously. Jimmy slid his hand over Gabriel’s hip and rubbed his thumb along the worn cotton on the fly of Gabriel’s jeans. Gabriel gasped and closed his eyes as his hips twitched and Sabrina took another picture, hoping to capture the sensuality of the gesture.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all,” Jimmy rasped and he pressed his hand more firmly on Gabriel’s fly. It was so hot. The way the light hit both men, the way that Gabriel held his body completely still as if he were afraid Jimmy would take his hand away, stole her breath. A trickle of sweat ran down between her breasts when Gabriel opened his eyes and looked at her. The heat in his gaze made her flush, and she knew she was getting wet. She wanted to touch them. She wanted to stand back and take a thousand photos of them making love together. She wanted to close her eyes and feel them make love to her. All of this rushed through her as Gabriel reached out and pulled the zipper on his jeans down. As soon as Gabriel’s cock was free of the denim, Jimmy bit his lip and slowly traced his thumb up and down the hard length still trapped beneath Gabriel’s boxers. Sabrina noticed a small circle of wet on the fabric and nearly abandoned the camera before taking a deep breath, willing herself to concentrate on the photos she still wanted to take.
“This okay, Sabrina?” Gabriel’s voice was low and husky, and he hitched his hips into Jimmy’s hand slightly with each stroke as if he couldn’t help himself.
Sabrina nodded and took the camera off the tripod. There was enough light for good handheld shots, and she wanted to get closer. She wanted to smell their sweat. She moved in and photographed Jimmy’s hand on Gabriel’s, then Jimmy’s hand rubbing against the other man’s sex. She walked along the edge of the sunlight and knelt down by the rug, careful not to block the sun. Jimmy was bent over now, kissing Gabriel’s neck softly as Gabriel’s breathing sharpened. She loved the shots she was getting of Gabriel. He looked debauched. She wanted to rumple him up even more. What could be sexier than a man half-dressed and aroused? Still, despite how much she liked the hint of sex, she wanted to see more. She wanted to celebrate the way the two men looked together, completely nude.
“Do you think you could lose the pants, Gabriel?” Sabrina asked quietly, not wanting to break the mood. He nodded without speaking, and Jimmy sat back up, hands drifting around Gabriel’s waist and then up to his shoulders as Gabriel hooked his thumbs in his jeans.
“Why do I have the feeling this is what you planned all along?” Jimmy said with a resigned look, his eyes laughing at her.
She didn’t say anything, just cocked the camera at them and quirked her mouth to one side. She loved the way Gabriel laughed as he shoved his jeans down over his hips. She got a few shots of him in the middle of taking off his pants with Jimmy laughing down at him. It was sultry and awkward at the same time. She knew they would kill her when they saw those particular shots, but Sabrina didn’t care. Once his jeans were gone, she stared balefully at his boxers. Gabriel angled an eyebrow at her, and she nodded hopefully. As Gabriel slowly began to slide his boxers off his lean hips, Sabrina’s breath stuttered. Then the tip of his cock came into view and she snapped a picture almost unconsciously.
“Jesus, Gabriel,” Jimmy whispered, staring at the other man. The look on his face was taut, aroused, and Sabrina captured the light slanting over Gabriel’s nearly naked body and Jimmy’s eyes, lit with desire. The stubble on Jimmy’s jaw caught the light and glittered with touches of gold. Gabriel threw his head back, showing her a smooth line from his neck down to his chest as he used both hands to ease his underwear down. Then he lay down on the rug, crossing his arms under his head as he stared at her. She could barely breathe. And Jimmy! Jimmy’s nostrils flared as his hands hovered above Gabriel’s body, almost touching but not quite.
Sabrina cleared her throat, trying to work some moisture into her mouth so she could speak. “Jimmy,” she began. He didn’t hear. “Jimmy!” He slowly turned his head to see what she wanted. He looked drunk. Sabrina didn’t think she’d ever seen him look that way, his lust barely contained as the two men waited for her to tell them what she wanted next. “Would you take off your pants, too?” she asked him, not really believing he would do it, but hoping nonetheless. He stared at her for a moment and then slowly his hands moved away from Gabriel. Sabrina clutched her camera convulsively as Jimmy popped the top button on his jeans. She remembered she was supposed to be taking pictures and lifted the camera to her face. Through the viewfinder, the camera framed them perfectly, and she pressed the button again and again, dry-mouthed as Jimmy slowly moved his zipper down, then shimmied out of his pants. His cock was hard, the head a ruddy pink. She guessed he’d gotten over his uncertainty about letting her photograph him. He didn’t seem in the least bothered, lying there on the rug as her heart pounded. Sabrina stared, trying to figure out what she wanted them to do next.
Jimmy shifted on the floor, his right hand moving to stroke himself. She swallowed. “What do you want, Sabrina?” Jimmy asked huskily as his hand moved up and down. Gabriel was also watching, and she saw his sex twitch when Jimmy’s hand twisted around the tip of his cock, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive slit already seeping moisture. “Sabrina, what do you want?” Jimmy asked again, eyes heavy with arousal.
“Lie down behind Gabriel,” she said, trying to think. “Put your arm around him.” He did as she asked, and Sabrina could see him fitting his cock into the groove of Gabriel’s ass as Gabriel tilted onto his side. Both men shuddered when Jimmy reached around and grasped Gabriel’s erection firmly in his hand, holding him so that the head just peeked out from between his fingers. Gabriel groaned and moved his hips. Sabrina snapped a picture of them like that, the sun falling on their hair and skin, lighting them up as Jimmy pleasured Gabriel in front of her.
Jimmy stroked his hand on Gabriel slowly, once, twice, then stopped and looked up. “Sabrina, aren’t you hot in all those clothes?” She nodded absently and moved closer, zooming in on the curve of Gabriel’s hip and the strong bones of Jimmy’s hand. Sabrina heard Gabriel chuckle.