Heights 2

Laughing, Dylan said, “None. I live by myself.” He opened the door and let me in. Though his apartment was just as spacious and big as the other one, I had the feeling that it was a bit bigger, maybe that was because there was no one to share the space with and the arrangement of the expensive furniture made it seem bigger than it was. His place was so neat and sophisticated looking for someone who was only twenty-three years old. He had a lot of artwork and photographs on the wall. I noticed that a lot of the photographs were of him, a lot of black and white pictures of him in outdoor settings. There was one photograph of Dylan completely naked, against a black backdrop, covering his cock with his hands. The intensity in his eyes, the lighting on his perfectly muscular body, the pose, and the confidence, everything about it was just so fucking amazing.

“Wolf took that picture of me back when I was first starting,” Dylan said standing directly behind me. I could smell his fragrant skin and it made my skin heat up a little. “It’s another one of my favorites.”

“You’re so good at this,” I said, my eyes drifting along the shape of his great body. I wanted to reach out and touch the picture, I don’t know why. “Does it make you nervous to take pictures with no clothes on?”

“Why would it?” Dylan asked. “I’m proud of my body. It’s just art.” He went into the kitchen and allowed me to venture around his big apartment. I sat on the couch and saw looked through about a dozen male fashion magazines. About five of them had spreads with Dylan in them, three, four, five page spreads. In one magazine, he was modeling various underwear. Each shot of him was better than the last; his body was completely on target and his face was fucking unbelievable. I could’ve jacked off right there on the couch looking at those pictures of him, but of course I never would.
Dylan returned a few minutes later with a couple bottles of water in his hands. He tossed one to me and saw that I had been browsing through his magazines. He chuckled again as he sat on the couch right next to me, his knee grazing against mine. “You really do like looking at pictures of me, don’t you?” he asked. Of course I started to feel embarrassed again. I didn’t want to seem like I was being obsessive or some shit like that. 

“Sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Dylan said. “I’m glad that you like looking at me.” He finished his bottle of water, patted my knee and stood. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” he said. In one easy movement he pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the couch where he had been sitting. “Wanna come with?” he asked, grinning. I was too shocked to respond. He saw how nervous I became and said, “I was only joking, Josh. Don’t trip.” I watched him as he headed toward the bathroom, the sexy muscles running up and down his back, I didn’t even notice that I was holding my breath.

When I heard the sound of water running, I imagined Dylan naked in the shower, the water spilling over his muscular chest, down his tight six-pack, down the crack of his hard, round butt. What if he had been really serious when he asked me to join him, and the only reason he said he was joking because I looked so panicked? Fuck. Maybe I had missed my chance to see him naked…maybe I had missed my chance to…I couldn’t think about it anymore. I had to turn my mind away from him for at least two minutes, but every other second I kept thinking about what his naked body would feel like against mine, how it would taste…

My cell phone rang.

I had been squeezing my cock through my jeans with my eyes closed when I heard the ringer. My eyes sprang open and I pulled my phone out and answered it. “Hello?”

“Josh, it’s me,” Bryan said. “Where are you? What are you doing?”

Just sitting a hot model’s couch, listening to him take a shower, wishing I was in there sucking his dick and eating his ass, getting ready to start whack off before you interrupted me, what about you? What the fuck was I going to say to him? How was I going to explain where I was and what I was doing without lying to him? I had never lied to him about anything before, and he had never lied to me either, which was one of the many things that had kept our relationship as strong as it was. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I was afraid to how he would react. In the nearly five years that I had known him, Bryan had rarely ever gotten mad, but when he did, he was fucking livid. I didn’t want to be the cause of it.

“I’m still here at the agency,” I lied. I felt coldness in my stomach the moment I said that. 

“This late? What are you still doing there?”

“After I got off the phone with you, someone came up and said that the head dude that works here wanted to speak to me.”

“Really?” Bryan asked, sounding excited. “Well, did you talk to him?”

I remembered Wolf’s hands all over my chest and ass. “…Yeah.”

“Well, what did he say?”

“Basically he said that they’re going to give me a four week trial run and see how I do. If it works out then I might get officially signed.”

“Are you serious? That’s great!” Bryan said. I had never heard him sound that excited before. I felt good that he was proud of me, but guilty that I wasn’t being completely honest with him. “I’ll go down there and pick you up, and then we can go somewhere and celebrate—”

“No,” I interrupted. “You can’t.”

Bryan was quiet for a few seconds and then asked, “Why not?”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “Because it would take you too long to get here. I’ll just take the bus and meet you back at home.”

“Josh, you have to take like four buses to get back here. And besides I don’t want you riding that thing anyway. I don’t mind picking you up.”

There was no way I was going to be able to explain this without telling him what was really going on. “Bryan, if I tell you something, will you get mad at me?”

Once again there was that short silence, and then Bryan said, “Josh, what is it?”

“I’m not at the agency right now.”

“…So where are you?”

“Crimson Heights.”

“What are you doing there?”

My hands had begun to tremble and sweat. “While I was there at the agency, I met this dude who’s already a model there. His name is Dylan. He’s the one that helped me get signed.”

“Are you with him right now?” Bryan asked.

I took another deep breath. “I’m at his apartment right now.”

This time the silence on the other end of the phone seemed to go on forever. “What are you doing at this dude’s house, Josh?”

“He and some of his friends are going out tonight and they want me to come with them…is it okay if I go with them?”

“Does it really matter what I think, Josh? Seems like you already decided what you were going to do, and it doesn’t sound like it involves me at all.”

“Bryan, don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you. I’m just a bit disappointed that you would rather spend time with some guy that you don’t know, then to spend time with me on the day you get some of the biggest news of your life. Whoever this dude is, he most really be cute or something.”

“I can just tell him to take me home right now. He’ll be okay with that,” I said.

“I’m not going to sit up here and tell you what you should and should not do Josh. All I’m going to say is don’t do something that you might regret later. Call me back later, I have to go.” Before I got the chance to say something, Bryan had already hung up.

It felt like someone had punched me in the throat and the stomach at the same time. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. I just sat there with the phone against my ear until the operator came onto the phone and I hung up. At the same time, the door to the bathroom opened and Dylan came out, dressed only in a thin, short, white towel, still dripping wet. I was filled with so many emotions that at first I didn’t notice him until he was standing right in front of me, beads of water dripping down his face and chest, and I noticed a bulge sticking through his towel. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked. “You look like somebody just died.”

“Just got off the phone with somebody,” I said.

Very un-self consciously, Dylan removed his towel and began to dry his naked body off. “Bryan?” he asked. He brought the towel behind his head and began to scrub his back dry, his huge dick swaying back and forth in front of me. Although it was soft, it was still about five inches long and very thick too. It had to be at least twice as big when it was hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it and I was sure that’s what Dylan wanted. His eyes were on my as my eyes were on his perfect body. 

“What?” I asked, forcing myself to look up into his captivating eyes.

“Was that your boyfriend?”

I felt a shock pass over my chest when he said the word ‘boyfriend’. I mean, I was sure that he had already figured me out by now, but it was still a little bit surprising how straightforward he was about it. Once he was finished drying himself, Dylan wrapped the towel around his waist again. 

“Yeah,” I told him.

“Must not have been that great of a conversation then.”

“Not really.”

Dylan left the room briefly and when he came back, he was dressed in a very sexy pair of tight, white underwear briefs, almost exactly like the ones I had on, except in my opinion, he looked a whole lot better in his. “I told him that I was here with you.”

“And what did he say?” 

“Not much…”

“Do you want me to take you back home?” Dylan asked.

A big part of me really wanted to say yes and a big part of me really wanted to say no. I was completely fucking indecisive. Like Bryan said, I didn’t want to do anything really bad that I would regret later and fuck things up even more than they were already fucked up, but at the same time I wanted to be around Dylan. I didn’t want to go home. “It’s not that serious,” I told Dylan. “He’s okay with it.”

Dylan looked at me quizzically. “You don’t sound too sure `bout that.”

“I am.”

“Good,” Dylan said. He strolled over to the large sliding glass doors at the opposite end of the room. The orange sunlight coming in through the windows splashed over his sexy body and once again my eyes were glued to his ass, which looked even better and tighter and rounder than in his jeans. Dylan pulled the sliding door open and stepped out onto the balcony. “Come out here with me,” he said.

Just a little bit hesitant, I got up off my seat and went out onto the balcony with him. The evening air was cool but warm at the same time. Dylan was already leaning over the railing, looking off into the distance, his long, muscular legs flexing without any effort, his gorgeous ass shifted to one side. He was posing without even aware that he was. If I had a camera it would’ve been another great picture of him. I stepped out onto the balcony and went over to the railing. I gasped when I really how high up we were. Even though when I was in Wolf’s office and I had been leaning against the window, it was different than hanging over empty space. If I fell, it would be all over. 

“Are you afraid of heights?” Dylan asked. 

“Sometimes.”

“Nothin’ to be afraid of.”

“You’re always so casual about everything,” I said.

“No,” he replied. “That’s just what I want people to think.”

From where we were, we could basically almost see all of Crimson Heights and Golden Views, another rich part of Los Ricos. It was so beautiful, so very different then the basic-ness of Orangewood. We watched the sun setting off in the horizon. It was such a perfect moment and then Dylan said. “I know I don’t know you at all…but I think I like you, Josh.” I thought he was just joking again, but I looked into his eyes and saw sincerity that I had not seen in his eyes before. I didn’t know what to say back. It wasn’t that I didn’t like him; it was just that I was in the world’s most awkward situation and I didn’t know how to respond to it. “There’s something `bout, I don’t know what it is, but from the first moment I saw you, I knew that I had to have you. And believe me, that don’t happen to me all that often.”

I looked down at the ground, which was so far down. I imagined what it was like to just fall and fall and fall and never hit the ground. “Don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t gotta say anything,” Dylan said.

I don’t know how it happened, I don’t know at what point it happened, but all I knew was that we were kissing. My back was against the building, my shoulders hanging over the edge, and Dylan’s sweet, silky tongue was in my mouth. I didn’t resist, I just melted into his powerful arms. My hands ran down his shoulder blades, down the length of his spine, over his lower back, and I squeezed his firm ass the way Wolf had squeezed mine. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and found his asscrack. I was lost in the moment, lost in his touch…nothing mattered anymore, not Bryan, not the modeling contract, not that I was nearly hanging over a twenty-sixth floor balcony…all that mattered was Dylan’s soft, sweet lips against mine, his naked hot skin against mine, it was all one big dream that had become way too real and I didn’t want it to stop...I knew I was in trouble, I knew I had just fucked everything up…I knew that I was going to do the one thing that I would probably regret later…but in that moment, I didn’t care…I didn’t want to stop…I couldn’t.

To be continued...