[CLOSED] give you fever.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin was in the park, waiting on whoever it was who was supposed to take his pictures. He had his folder with him, filled with pictures of his last photo shoot. He wasn't much used to doing photo shoots in places that weren't like, an apartment or a studio. But he needed the pictures for the next week, and the guy had said he needed at least five days to edit them, and get them printed. 'Fine' he had said. He just hoped they came out well enough. He needed pictures that weren't already on the internet, pictures no one had seen before.

He crossed his legs, tapping his folder on his leg.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton sighed climbing out of his car. He walked around to the trunk and pulled out several big black bags and tossed them over his shoulder. He then grabbed his tripod. He shut the door and locked it looking up at the sky squinting. "Perfect day for photography." he thought to himself staring to walk towards the area where he said he was meeting the 'model'.

He sighed when he saw someone sitting down on a bench, folder in his hands. The first thing that crossed his mind was how attractive he was. "Hi, I'm Clinton." he said walking over to him. "You must be Gavin." he said smiling brightly.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin couldn't help but smirk. "Maybe. What gave it away?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips. He held out the folder for him. "My manager said you asked for these? It's only one shoot. The last one's pictures got destroyed when my photographer went all mental on us and destroyed the laptop." He shrugged as if he was used to crazy people.

"I don't know, I just got dressed and came here. So whatever works. Just let me know." He put his hand in his skin tight jeans, looking the guy over. He had a big build. But he was cute anyways.

[clinton rick tyler]

"I've done my research on you." he said smirking. He sat down the camera bags and tripod so he could better look through the pictures. He smiled, they were good pictures and he had an attractive body. "I really hope that person no longer takes pictures of people.." he said closing the folder back up and putting it in his briefcase.

Clinton chewed his lip directing his attention to his hand for a moment before looking back at his face. "Oh yea..uh how about over here." he said pointing to a random place. "What type of shots do you want?"

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin caught his glance lowered, and wondered if he was looking at the bulge skinny jeans tended to create, or his hand in his pocket. He walked over to where Clinton had told him to, standing there like super man.

"I don't know." He said, straightening up. "Whatever you think works. Something the fans would like. These have to go in that lyric poster book thingy. That thing we would always throw away? I don't know about you. I never kept them." He shrugged, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile. He fixed his shirt, tucking it back into the front of his jeans.

[clinton rick tyler]

He chewed on his lip watching him, trying not to get turned on by how he was standing. God, if his normal voice sounds amazing I don't even want to know how he sounds when he sings.. he thought to himself pulling out one of his cameras.

"I never kept them either...but then again once I moved here I didn't buy much music." he confessed with a shrug. "Oh, you can do any pose you want." he said smiling weakly. "It's your lyric poster thing."

He stood up looking at his camera before staring back at him. "And I have to confess, please nothing that will turn me on."

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin listened to him with a smile. "We didn't need to know the words. Just pretending we did was good enough, right?" He smirked at his next comment.

"Yeah, and just what exactly turns you on? That way I can make sure to avoid it at all costs." He said with a smirk, leaning close to his hear, so close his breath could be felt on Clinton's neck. It wasn't often he was told that doing things may or may not turn someone on, and they suggested he didn't.

"We would hate to have a horny camera man, now wouldn't we?" He asked with another smirk, and walked back to his spot. It was strange. He was used to having marked spots.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton froze when he felt Gavin's breath on his neck. He didn't move. Didn't breathe. All he did was think. He closed his eyes, griping his camera and concentrating on what Gavin was saying and how much he wanted to kiss him.

He tried not to whine as he felt Gavin pull away from the side of his face. But once he had left his bubble he instantly relaxed again and tried to become professional. "Sorry uh, that was unprofessional of me." he said clearing his throat.

"You can just uh, change position or move whenever." he said getting into a position to take some pictures. "You just need to tell me if you want to go somewhere else so I can grab the cameras."

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin shrugged, putting one hand back in his pocket. He wasn't any good at taking pictures unless he was being told what to do. He walked over to a picnic table, sitting up on the table top. He put his feet up on the seat, and his elbows on his knees. He leaned down a bit, raising an eyebrow.

"You never told me what it was I could and couldn't do. If you're not gonna tell me what to do, then I wouldn't bother with the professional act. I'm not much of a professional anyways. I'm getting blue in my hair after this." He said, bending his head down to reach down and grab a flower. He held it out to him, a smile playing on his lips.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton started to take pictures, moving around and putting his body in strange position to get the perfect shots. He was trying hard not to notice Gavin as someone that he was sexually attracted to, he needed it to just be someone random model.

"I don't think it would matter what position you were in.." he said weakly standing up, setting the camera down. He couldn't help but smile as he grabbed the flower. "Thank you." he said. He twirled the flower between his fingers chewing on his lip. He moved and sat down next to him on the picnic table looking at him. "I can't be professional around you."