Ain't That Tuff Enuff?

"But why today Gee, why not a day when I can come with you and see the place?"

"Cause this was the only day that Ryan's friend could get us an appointment. Don't worry Bobby, it'll be cool and I'll call you when we get out of there...ok?"

Gerard pressed a kiss to Bob's whiskery cheek. Bob grumbled, but nodded and then watched Gerard leave with his brother.

"I'll bring him back to you in one piece and in real clothing."

"Gee, Gee, are you there?"

Mikey was looking at his brother with concern as they rode the elevator up to the 7th floor of the large building.

"Wha?...oh, yeah Mikey..."

Gerard gave Mikey a weak smile.

"I'm just kinda...my stomach's in knots right now."

"Relax, this is just the interview. We can go home now if you want."

"No one will be pissed Gee."

Gerard frowned slightly.

"You're wrong...I'll be pissed. I gotta do this, it's good money and it's not like it's porn or anything...I'll be fine, don't worry."

Ryan was about to say something else, but the elevator doors opened and they were blinded by flashes and the cacophony of the room in front of them.

"ALRIGHT LET'S GO LET'S GO!"

"WHERE IS BRENDON?!"

"THIS DOES NOT FIT ME LIKE THEY SAID IT WOULD!"

"That's cause you're too fat."

"BITCH!"

"HEY YOU TWO STOP IT! NO MARKS FOR THE SHOW!"

"Uh...are we in the right place?"

Mikey looked at the chaos of half-naked young men running around and fully clothed older man.

"Thank God, you're here!"

A man with a large head of curly hair ran to them.

"Come on, Patrick is panicking!"

He grabbed Gerard and pulled him forward toward a closed door. Gerard's eyes went wide as he was dragged along.

"Wait what?...I'm not...I thought..."

He babbled, looking back at his brother for help.

"Quick in here!"

The man threw open the door, but stopped short. There were two young men in there and...well...it looked like one was getting a hand job.

"Did you need me Ray?"

"No Frankie, not yet, nice work Gabe."

"As always."

Ray closed the door and dragged him to the next room. He threw that door open and inside was a normal dressing room with a short redhead in it pacing.

"I found them Patrick. You can stop wearing a hole in the floor."

Gerard looked wide eyed from one man to the other...this was too much.

"I'm not a porn star."

He blurted out.

"Hey...my clothes don't look like porn clothes!..."

Patrick exclaimed indignantly, then looked at Ray.

"Do they?"

"What? No of course not!"

Ray turned to the young man.

"Why would you insult the designer's clothing before you even saw it!"

Gerard chewed on his lip, looking down. His cheeks were bright red now.

"I didn't m-mean...I...those b-boys before."

He mumbled. Patrick pulled out one of his pieces that was yet to be modeled in this shoot.

"Does this look like porn clothes?"

Gerard looked up through his hair and his eyes widened.

"My God, that's so beautiful."

"Damn right it is!...Ray, get him in this right now"

"You got it."

Ray ushered the boy to a silk screen.

"Go on, pop back there and change...oh, have you shaved yet?"

"Shaved?!...what?"

Ray rolled his eyes.

"I'll get Gabe."

He disappeared.

Gerard looked at Patrick nervously.

"Um, who's Gabe?"

"He's our fluffer."

Gerard blinked in confusion.

"Fluffer?"

Patrick was about to explain when the door opened again. Gerard turned to look and saw Ray, with the one of the boys from before.

"Well hi there cutie pie."

"He needs to be shaved...and maybe..."

Ray looked at Patrick and Patrick nodded.

"...waxed in the inner thigh and then some."

Gabe looked at the boy with a gleam in his eye.

"Oh that's gonna be fun."

"Wait WHAT?...but I'm just..."

"No time, we have to be on in 20!"

"Come my sweet, let's go into this room."

Gabe led Gerard into the room behind the silk panel. There was a soft table to lie on with an smaller table with a basin of water, shaving cream, and what looked like a warmer. Gerard paled.

"I don't think..."

"It's alright sweetie, don't be scared, I have a very gentle touch and there is only so much they can touch up in the photos. Now pants and underwear off and up on the table."

"But I'm..."

"Come come, no time for fooling around, you don't want Ray to come back in here do you?"

Gerard shook his head rapidly, eyes wide.

"No but..."

"Do you want me to get someone else...I mean if I make you feel uncomfortable..."

Gabe looked down.

"No you don't..."

Gerard assured.

"I just...I never did this before."

"Okay...well I have many times so can you please trust me to not hurt you?"

"Um, o-ok..."

Gerard toed off his sneakers then hesitantly undid his pants and pushed them down and off.

"Do I really have to take off my underwear?"

He asked with his hands covering his crotch and a heavy blush on his cheeks.

"It's kind of hard to do it if I can't see it."

Gerard swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut as he pushed down his underwear.

"Don't laugh."

"I am a professional."

"Sure..."

Gerard stepped out of his underwear.

"You uh...want me on the table?"

"Yup, on your back and legs flat."

Gerard swallowed heavily, then climbed awkwardly onto the table. He lay on his back and put his legs flat, his knees pressed together. Gabe moved over to the table and began to mix the shaving cream.

"So we do normal shaving first and then the waxing to get what is too dangerous to shave."

He unfolded a straight razor and then a piece of paper.

"So don't laugh, but I went to barber school and here is my license to use a straight razor."

Gerard looked from the paper to the razor, then to Gabe's face.

"So this is supposed to reassure me while you're shaving my balls with that fucking thing?!"

Gabe looked mildly insulted.

"Do you know how fucking hard it is to get this license?! I had to shave a fucking balloon without popping it!"

"Ok, but my balls ain't balloons dude."

"No, but how hard do you think it would be to pop a balloon with a straight razor?"

Gerard frowned.

"Fine, but you cut me, I'm taking your license away."

"Well no shit, that's how it works...if I cut you and it is my fault."

"Well it's not gonna be my fault."

"Then we can work together."

Gabe went to work after that. He switched on a radio and classical music filled the room. He carefully covered Gerard's legs with the shaving cream and then removed it with the straight razor. Gerard squeezed his eyes shut tight and stayed absolutely still. It was faster than he expected the switch from one leg to the next. Then Gabe had him remove his shirt and he shaved his arm hair and what little chest hair he had.

"Good, glad to see you relaxed a bit. Now to the tough bits."

He made new shaving cream and spread it on Gerard groin. Gerard gasped, jumping slightly at the cold.

"You could've warned me."

"Sorry."

Gabe carefully moved Gerard's flaccid cock around to get as much as he could. Then he started to shave. Gerard's cock twitched and he tried to think of anything except the fact that a stranger was touching him in a very intimate, yet completely unsexual way...it wasn't working. Gabe worked around the shaft and the mound of Gerard's groin till it was mostly hair free. He then grabbed a warm towel and wiped the rest of the cream off. Gerard's cock twitched again, starting to get a little hard.

"Don't worry; it's a natural reaction for some. Frank gets hard all the time when I shave him. He even likes the wax, but he is a little masochist too."

Gabe giggled as he patted Gerard's dry and then went to check on the wax.

"So uh...out of ten, how much is this gonna hurt?"

"Well...how high is your pain threshold?"

"Um, not very?"

"Oh...well I can distract you if you like."

"Yeah, thanks."

Gerard didn't know what distracting would entail, but anything that took his mind off the pain would be welcome. Gabe smiled and then went back to the wax. For a while just the music filled the room again.

"Okay, this is going to feel warm."

Gabe brought the wooden stick covered in wax to Gerard body. He covered a patch of hair that was too close to the crease for the razor to get in there properly.

Gerard sighed quietly.

"This isn't that bad, it actually feels nice."

"Well this is the easy part."

Gabe chuckled a bit. He then grabbed a piece of the cloth and placed it over the wax pressing it firmly. Gerard lifted his head to get a better look at what the other man was doing.

"Alright, ready?"

"Um...I guess?"

Gabe moved over Gerard's groin and gripped the cloth giving it a slight pinch. Then like it was synchronised, he took Gerard's cock in his mouth as he ripped the patch off with a fast motion. Gerard cried out, though he wasn't sure whether it was from pain or shock. The pain was intense, but the feeling of Gabe's warm mouth around his cock was incredible.

"AHH...what the..."

He looked down at Gabe.

"D-distraction?"

"Best kind don't you think?"

Gabe did a few more strokes with his mouth and then pulled off. He examined the area and smiled.

"Looks good. No redness."

He went for the wax again and did the other side. Gerard chewed on his lip, he shouldn't be letting this happen...what would Bobby think? Gabe placed the wax and then the strip and then his mouth on Gerard's cock as he ripped it off once again. Gerard was almost fully hard now and couldn't help but to buck up into Gabe's mouth once the strip was off.

"Oh God, FUCK!"

He cried out, face red from embarrassment. It seemed Gabe was a natural at deep throating. He took everything that Gerard gave him. After two more strips, Gabe changed positions. He climbed on the table and spread the wax on the inner cheeks of Gerard's ass. He then placed two pieces of cloth there.

"This is the last of it, but not gonna lie, it's gonna hurt the most. Ready?"

Gerard whimpered.

"If I said no, would you stop?"

"I would, but you did everything else and you are so close to the end...and there is a reward for you if you keep going."

Gerard whimpered again and closed his eyes tight.

"Fine, just do it."

Gabe nodded and leaned over, taking his cock in his mouth once more. This time he ripped both pieces off at the same time. He felt Gerard's body arch and just took it, not stopping this time. Gerard screamed out and came hard down Gabe's throat, his eyes rolled back and his fingers clenched in his own hair. Gabe swallowed it all and then carefully pulled off.

"Well a least you won't have any problems tucking now.

Gerard opened his eyes and looked groggily at the other man.

"Tucking?"

"Well yeah, only when you are in the swim suits do they want to see your cock. Like with Frankie. You are modeling lingerie, so they don't want to see anything."

Gabe smiled and leaned forward giving Gerard's softening cock little kitten licks.

"I do like the way you taste. Perhaps you will need shaving again some time."

Gerard giggled, then turned serious, his eyes widening.

"Oh God...Bob...I have a boyfriend...what would he think?..."

He sat up, trembling slightly.

"What have I done?"

"Relax, it's part of the business. There are a few guys that are in relationships here. Besides, it's just a blow job, not like I was going to fuck you...unless you were single, which you are clearly not."

Gabe pat Gerard on the thigh and then got up. He grabbed the warm cloth again and wiped Gerard down, looking at his work.

"Fuck, I am good."

*pound pound pound*

"Is he ready yet?"

Ray's voice came through the door.

"Yup, we are gonna tuck and get him in the outfit."

Gerard chewed on his lip.

"This isn't like any interview I've ever had before."

He muttered quietly.

Ray opened the door.

"Oh good, you’re ready, come on, we got like ten minutes to get you in clothing and then make up."

He grabbed Gerard's hand, not even noticing that he was naked and pulled him back behind the curtain. The same red head was in the room. Gerard let them do what they wanted cause maybe this was just what model interviews were like. He wasn't sure what exactly was happening, but the outfit they were putting him in was cute, so he just went with it. When Gerard emerged from the behind the panel Ray stopped.

"Wow...it's like it was made for you."

The one piece outfit was white with feathers and delicate lace.

"Man Patrick, you outdid yourself this time."

Patrick grinned. "I did, didn't I...you like it?"

It took Gerard a moment to realise the other man was speaking to him.

"Oh, err yes sir, it's very pretty."

"Good. Ray, take him to make up. I'm thinking pale colours, pinks, naturals...you know what I like."

"You are the visionary."

Ray smiled and this time when he took Gerard's hand it was more to guide him rather than pull him to the next room. There was a girl there with jet black hair and a blood red smile.

"Hi, you must be Patrick's newest muse."

"Um...I guess so...hi, I'm Gerard."

"Please to meet you Gerard, I'm Lindsey. Have a seat and let's get started."

"Uh, ok."

Gerard slid into the makeup chair, careful not to ruin the outfit.

"My goodness, you have very little colour or your skin. It's like you’re made of porcelain."

"Uh, thank you...I think."

"Well we are gonna give you a more rosy tint I think. It will bring the highlights out on your skin."

"Ok then, whatever you think."

Gerard really had no clue about make up at all. Lindsey spent the next 10 minutes adding colour to Gerard's skin. When she was done Gerard had a fresh and innocent glow about him. Gerard looked in the mirror and his breath caught.

"Woah...how'd you do that?...can you teach me?"

"Sure, we get discounts on certain brands too."

Lindsey smiled and beamed as Gerard admired her work.

"Are we ready?"

Ray popped in again and smiled.

"Yeah...you're ready."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So thats the most fun anyone's ever had on an interview, right?

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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