Random photography session

People resumed staring at me, or is it Zayne? He is gorgeous enough to be a supermodel, while I'm just 6'8" tall guy. We held hands, ensuring that people knew we come in pairs. A guy with a camera wrapped around his neck openly stared me up and down, my gaydar tingled at the sight of him for some reason, even though he dressed like a regular guy.

"Can I take a photo with you?" he asked with a grin on his face. Why he asked, I don't know, I was about to respond when Zayne piped up;

"No, but you can take picture of him." Zayne replied and moved aside. Not sure why, he's the photogenic one of us, I was thinking the man wanted to take a picture with both of us.

"So hot. Can I also sign on your body?" he pulled out a black sharpie for some reason. I was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and he can't see the smudged writing on my clothed body, so I assumed he meant to sign on my bare biceps or something, instead he came over to write over the fabric of my shirt on my chest. He didn't need Zayne's permission to write something, and so he signed. I couldn't hope to make out the name because it's black sharpie ink on a black shirt.

"Terence Lakehal?" Zayne said, somehow having the ability to read the ink on my shirt, damn is that his power too?

The photographer nodded in response to Zayne's question.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked Terence awkwardly as he got ready to take pictures.

"Hands to your side." he replied.

I did as he told and bit my bottom lip. I could see him eyeing me hungrily as well as my crotch area which I'm very sure was well clothed. He took several picture with his camera, from the side and other interesting angles, and asked me to do multiple suggestive poses, to which I complied with Zayne's encouragement. For what though, I don't understand; I'm not naked, and I don't see myself as sexy or anything.

"Done! Can't wait to post these online." he grinned before leaving.

Once he left, I turned to Zayne, "What just happened?"

He just shrugged, "Lets just head to my apartment." he smiled, obviously in a good mood as if the photography made him happy. I didn't question it too much because him being happy makes me happy. He pulled me along by the wrist and resumed heading towards his place.