The Photoshoot

Summary: Sam is a 19 year-old model just trying to make his way through college. Dean is a photographer whose fallen in lust with his model. Could it turn into love?

A/N: Sam and Dean aren't related in this story. Sorry everyone.

Chapter 1: Back To The Studio

It was an extremely hot day. I stood on the beach in these tiny beach shorts, sandals and large parachute. The beach was completely empty except for me and the photographer, and we were working on shots for my modeling portfolio. I was just turning nineteen years old, with long brown hair, vivid chocolate brown eyes. The photographer was the one the agency used. He got the most results. His name was Dean. He was shorter than me at twenty-three years old, and worked out a lot although he wasn't overly muscular. He was extremely strong though...able to lift almost anything with ease. He had dark brown hair and green eyes, and a good eye for aesthetics.

"I think that's enough for today, Sam," he said to me, lowering the camera and screwing the lens cap back into place.

"Good, it's so hot out here," I whined a bit. He chuckled a bit. I couldn't wait to get back to the air conditioned comfort of his private studio.

The trek back to the car was mercilessly as the sun beat down on the two of us. Dean unlocked the car for me and I sat in the front seat with my bag of clothes as he loaded his photography equipment into the trunk of the car. He got in and then we then set off for his studio which was actually a part of his house. Soon we were able to settled ourselves inside and adjusted to the cool darkness of the room.

"I'm not technically allowed to do this, but I'm sure we can make an exception," he said, crossing to the fridge and getting out two beers. "It is the weekend after all, right?"

"Thanks," I said, grateful for the cold drink. "What do you have in mind for the next shoot?" I asked him.

"Something a bit different. You know I prefer indoor shots with you. Suits your skin better. But we have to have you in a range of different locations and styles."

I nodded and quickly downed the rest of my drink before he motioned me to follow him to another room.

"Actually, this is where the next shoot is going to happen, Sam," he said, gesturing to the bed.

"Is this for my portfolio?" I asked.

"You can have some shots if you want to, but they're really for a calendar for a small business I know of."

"Oh. Will I be getting paid for them then?"

"Of course, but not much. It's more a deal between friends, if you know what I mean."

I nodded and continued to stand there. "Now, Sam, hop on the bed and we'll try a few different angles."

I posed on the bed, while Dean took a few shots from different angles and using different lights. After a while he stopped.

"Ok, I have a pretty good idea of what we're working with now. Come here Sam, I want to try another prop." I stepped off the bed and came over to him. He smelt very masculine, and suddenly I became nervous.

Dean stepped closer to me. In his hands he held dark, thick lengths of utility rope along with a chain with a padlock.

"Now, this is just for the photo, ok?" he whispered in my ear. "Nothing to be scared of."

A/N: Ending this chapter right here. Chapter two will be up soon.!

-Fiona12690