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”You're going to be a porn model?”
”It's not porn,” Keith insists for the 10th time over.
”But it's a BDSM thing?” Lance continues.
”Yeah”
”A BDSM model?”
”Yes”
”A-”
”The answer’s not gonna change no matter how many times you ask it,” Keith says with a sigh, giving Lance a look.
”How? Why?” Lance asks, torn between which he wants to be answered first.
”Pay's good,” Keith says with a shrug. Actually, it’s more than good. He could probably pay off more than half his student loans with this job alone.
“What pays good?” Pidge asks, carrying pizza boxes stacked well over her head as she walks into the room, having caught the end of the conversation.
“Keith’s doing porn now,” Lance repeats like it’s the most natural thing in the world while it also being absolutely appalling.
“It’s not porn!” Keith insists.
“Oh, right. Technically it’s a ‘BDSM photo shoot’.” Lance corrects, doing the air quotes. ”He’s gonna be tied up with ropes, wearing leather, and get spanked.”
“That’s not-”
“Sounds neat,” Pidge says and puts down all the takeout with surprising ease.
”Why are you guys making such a big deal about this?” Keith sighs.
”Oh I dunno, because my friend's gonna be a sex model.”
”I believe the term is erotic model,” Matt corrects, putting down a six-pack of beer and two bottles of wine next to the takeout.
”Same difference. You're gonna be naked and all... exposed. Are you gonna be naked?”
”Yes? What's the big deal? It's just modeling.” Keith’s starting to feel like a broken record. He’s not sure why he even opened his mouth and told anyone about this in the first place.
”Just modeling... right...” Lance says, giving him a suspicious eye. “So some creep’s gonna tie you up, take creepy pictures, and violate you. No big deal at all.”
”He's not gonna violate me. And he's not a creep. He’s got a website and everything. Does proper photography for art shows and stuff, it's not like he's doing this to get off,” Keith justifies because he looked into this himself before agreeing to it.
”Pidge,” Lance says like a command and a question all in one.
”Looking it up now,” She answers, laptop already in front of her, typing away. ”Oh, yeah. I think I've heard of this guy. He's a good photographer actually. Totally legit.”
”How did you-? I didn't even tell you his name.” One of these days Keith’s gonna stop being surprised by her.
”Takashi Shirogane. Started out doing fashion photography but moved on to erotic art about 3 years ago. He's kinda famous.” She says as she skims through the information.
”Is he hot?” Lance asks ”He's got to be hot if you're agreeing to this.”
”That's not the point,” Keith insists, because he’s not about to tell Lance that yes, he is hot. He’s fucking gorgeous. But that’s not the point. This is a job.
”He's hot,” Pidge says, ”Totally Keith's type.”
”That’s- How do you even know my type?”
”I have my ways,” Pidge wiggles her eyebrows in a way that makes Keith not want to know.
”You know what. It doesn’t matter. This is a job. I'm not gonna date the guy.”
”Who aren't you gonna date?” Hunks asks, a tray of cookies in hand, as he enters the room from the kitchen where he’s been slaving away for the last half hour.
”Takashi Shirogane, the kinky photographer.” Lance answers.
”The who?”
”Oh my god would you stop it? This is why I don't tell you guys stuff.” Keith groans.
”You're gonna be a kinky model?” Hunks asks with a genuinely curious smile, non-judging, but cautious.
”It’s a BDSM model, but yeah, and it's no big deal. I'll be a little tied up and look seductively into a camera. And make a huge amount of money. I'm not gonna fuck him.”
”Are you gonna be aroused? Get a hard-on?” Pidge asks.
Keith chokes on the cookie he just put in his mouth. ”Wh-at?” he coughs, taking the beer Hunks hands him to wash down the last of the crumbs before clearing his throat again.
”I'm just saying, if it’s erotic stuff, he might want you to be hard. He's taken those pictures before. Look,” she says, turning her laptop around to show Keith some of the pictures she found.
Keith knew getting naked was part of the deal. They hadn't talked about him getting erect though. It wasn’t a conversation he thought he needed to have. ”It's not like he's gonna get me off. It's just for show,” Keith says.
He’s forcing a blush away now, trying to act casual. This isn’t embarrassing, it's just a modeling job, it's just acting. Or so Keith insists on telling himself. Even after looking into the photographer and even after this new discovery. But Pidge isn't making this easy for him.
”It's just modeling.” Keith insists for the thousandth time. ”It’s just a little more… well, more, than what I’ve done before.”
“More meaning leather and whips,” Lance says and makes a sound mimicking a whip being thrown as he whips the imaginary whip in the air with his hand.
Keith rolls his eyes.
“But it’s safe right?” Hunks asks, always the voice of caution.
“It’s safe. He won’t do anything to me other than take pictures” Keith assures.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Pidge jumps in, “Says here he’s known to get ‘personal’ with his models.”
Keith frowns as he looks at her and says nothing. His mind’s going a mile a minute though. What did that even mean? Personal with his models. Like what? He dates them? Fucks them? What else could you do that’s personal? Spend hours talking about their childhood and sharing memorable stories?
Keith wants to ask. Wants to look at whatever article she’s reading, but he also doesn’t want them to ask more questions and get worried for him. Or worse, think he’s actually doing porn. Not that there’s anything wrong with that but...
”Why don’t we lay off Keith's private life for a little while alright?” Hunk says, bless him. ”If he wants to do erotic modeling, who are we to judge? Personally, I think it's great.”
”You do?” Lance says in disbelief.
”Yes. Keith sure has the looks for it. I don’t think anyone would argue with that. If he wants to use that to make some money why shouldn't he?”
”I-” Keith starts, a little stunned at Hunk's casual acceptance and understanding, although he honestly shouldn’t be surprised. ”Thank you...”
”No problem.” Hunk says with a smile ”Now, eat your cookies.”