reaching a fever pitch. -campbell &kinsey

[kinsey]

Sitting, in the practically silent bore of what would be called a college History course, minds really had time to run free. From those thinking about how this class needed to fall of the edge of the earth into some abyss, to those who were wondering what would be served for lunch in the cafeteria, to those who were wryly waiting to hear the overly loud bell make it's mark as the end of another day of class. The last included the likes of young Kinsey, waiting for his chance to just make his way to a dorm room of another student. Though, that would usually mean for scandalous events of explicit nature, today it was just for a job. It wasn't that he didn't have his fair share of hopes for it to be otherwise, though. Mckinsey had worked with a young boy by the name of Campbell many times, but they were mostly just in class assignments. Rarely, did it seem assignments came up for an opportunity to work outside of the teacher’s guidance. More to add to his portfolio, and helping out someone whom he would venture to consider a friend wasn’t all that awful, either. It gave them both a bit of help, and it gave him sometime to get Campbell warmed up to him.

It wasn’t that he was exactly all that into this kid, after all, he was a bit too sweet for Kinsey’s liking in certain ways, but he could use more people to hang around with outside of boy’s he had slept with. When he thought about it, it seemed half of his time was spent on things with boy’s he really didn’t even know. Of course, he knew them to some extent, them having hopped into his bed, but it wasn’t like he knew their whole life stories. He had know idea where half of them came from, what they wanted to do with their lives, why most of them were even just sleeping around with random men. It seemed better that way, though. Then, if anything happened with the boy’s he messed with, there would be no sense of guilt left on him. When people overstepped their boundaries, made themselves to present in his life, and got hurt, he did have to admit to feeling guilty. So, if he got to know someone, sleeping with them was really out of the question, because no matter how hard he tried keeping a stable relationship never worked.

So, if he planned on getting to know this boy, which he did, he couldn’t ever honestly sleep with him. Perhaps, though, he could convince himself of other things that were reasonable. He felt bad saying it, because it just seemed like another form of using somebody, but maybe he could get a cuddle buddy, per say, out of the deal. Though, he wouldn’t have been too sure, from the sexual tension that Kinsey loved to put on situations with people, guys didn’t seem to be Campbell’s forte. In time, though, in time. The way Kinsey worked was never patient, but he assumed that in life, at some point, he would have to be more willing to wait for what he wanted. He was just more then used to getting everything he wanted out of a guy, when he wanted it. Of course, there were failed attempts, but for the most part, things went fairly smoothly when all he wanted out of the deal was sex. Men liked pretty boys, and pretty boys who liked sex had to be the icing on the cake for some.

As the final bell final rang, giving everyone the release of moving on with their lives just a bit more, the boy was back to fast-paced living, though. He stood up, but made sure to press out his pair of fairly small cuffed light denim shorts, and situate his suspenders on his shoulders. Underneath the small straps, was a simple red and white striped athletic tank top. He knew he probably wasn’t dressed for modeling, but there would most likely be something he needed to wear, or better yet a lack of. He took his time to the dorm where he would be working, and stopped at a small school gift shop on the way. Other then a set of two black pilot pens, he picked up a small keychain with some phrase about college on it, along with two bottles of very sugary soda. His stop next was dorm 111, according to the small lettering written on the back of his hand. He arrived with a smile on his face, as well as his school bag and little gems from the gift shop. He made sure to knock lightly, and then just waited. He hoped he wasn’t late.. or early. What time was he supposed to be there again?

[campbell]

Campbell was always excited for photography assignments that actually had to do with taking photographs. Sometimes they had to write papers on the mechanics of certain cameras, or the effect of a certain colored backdrop- that kind of bull shit. He just wanted to take some fucking pictures. It wasn't like he didn't already take more than his fair share of photos. But it was always more fun to share his pictures.

A few days ago he'd gotten one of these favorite assignments. His professor loved giving assignments that were outside of everyone's element. The pictures were supposed to be taken in the without any lights on. Most students had spent the days thinking how the fuck am I going to get a good picture without any fucking lights on? Campbell already had his picture in his head. He had to stock up on candles the first day, and then it was figuring out the subject of his pictures.

Candlelit dining seemed like his best go. Now for the model. One person immediately came to mind for it. The guy's name was Mckinsey and he was a fantastic model. The times that the photography and modeling classes collaborated, Campbell always ended up using the boy as his model. He just knew how to work in front of a camera.

The first time he'd spotted Kinsey out on campus he'd stopped him to ask if he'd help him out with this assignment. Luckily the boy agreed. He'd had to sit down early in the day to move off some of the memory on his camera. It was just that full of all of his random photographs.

The backdrop he'd borrowed from the studio, along with the few costume/prop items he needed were already set where they needed to be for the time being. He was just perfecting his little created scene when a light knock sounded at the door. After pushing the last candle into place, he hurried over to the door, opening it to just who he'd been expecting. With a large grin he pulled the door open even more and gestured for the boy to come in with one hand,

"Hey, man, right on time." He chimed brightly, offering him a seat in the living room area for a moment so he could explain the scene. "I appreciate you helping me out, dude, you'll definitely get me a better grade." He told Kinsey gratefully, sitting down on the couch, that was facing the backdrop he'd set up across the room. A small dining table (taken from the dorm's kitchen) a chair and candles set up on either side and on the table were in place. It was a strange sight if you didn't know what it was for.

[kinsey]

Even though, Kinsey didn't have the perspective of what it was like to be a photographer, he knew that these modeling assignments were pleasurable, for himself. He couldn't really imagine what it was like to be the one taking photos of everybody else, though. There really was a skill there that he had not acquired, not that he really would have wanted it, anyway. He was perfectly fine with being the one that was getting pictures taken, instead of having to take them. A part of him had always meant to ask Campbell if he could try it out sometime, but it wasn't that they were really close enough for some boy to just be touching all over what was probably very expensive equipment. He probably wouldn't bother with it, for the time being. Certainly, bothering the photographer with questions like that weren't the answer for getting called back for another shoot, now was it?

When he was finally at the dorm room, he was wondering what this shoot would even be for, though. They had done a few, and the subjects were always varying, but he never really bothered to ask what exactly he would be doing. He assumed, as long as it wasn't putting anybody's life at risk, it really didn't matter what he was doing. He trusted this kid. Not knowing him so well, he probably shouldn't of, but he did, nonetheless. He seemed fairly nice, and when it came to certain people, Kinsey just had feelings. He wasn't psychic or anything magical of the sort, but he just had good instinct, he assumed. Though not a lot of people would have guessed it, he really wasn't nearly as dimwitted as he seemed.

As Campbell opened the door to let Mckinsey in, he smiled rather largely, holding out one of his bottles of soda along with the little keychain. He had no idea how this was supposed to be some kind of token, but perhaps, he was someone who would enjoy the thought of it. It wasn't really about the silly keychain and soda, after all, it was just the simple fact he wanted to be courteous. This guy was building him quite a lovely portfolio, without probably even realizing it. Nonetheless, for everything, he was thankful. And, perhaps there would be future perks of modeling for him, other then his company. He couldn't really stop smiling as he walked into the dormitory, but noticing the scenery, it turned into a smirk. "I didn't know photo shoots included a meal." He lightly laughed, and watched the boy walk over to the couch.

"Aha, thanks for flattering me." He winked, but just stood there, arms crossed on his chest. He was taking in the room, trying to think about everything he was seeing. Anybody else probably wouldn't have gotten what was going on, but heck, he didn't fully understand all of it, either. Not knowing what the whole theme here was, exactly, he just raised an eyebrow. "So, mister photographer extraordinaire, what will I be doing for you today?" He was smirking a bit, again, trying to be playful with what he was saying. Of course, he wasn't taking it to the level he usually did, but he couldn't be completely boring, could he?

[campbell]

"Oh, man, thanks." He said brightly, as Kinsey handed him the soda and the keychain. He immediately stood on his tiptoes and hung the keychain around a little rung in the ceiling. If one looked up, there were a lot of different little trinket type things hanging from the ceiling. His roommate had never been so fond of how Campbell decided to spice up the ceiling because sometimes the vent in the room would make them all move. At night, you could just here them clanking around. It was calming to Campbell, not so much to the poor guy on the other side of the dorm.

Coming around to lean against the arm of the couch now, he smirked a bit over to Mckinsey as the other tried to decipher what the theme behind this strange little set-up was. "Yes, luckily today, there is the bonus of a meal. It isn't much because I can't cook, but the culinary class was kind enough to let me borrow one of their creations. We're not really supposed to touch it because I have to bring it back to them. But I doubt they'd notice if you took a little of the sides." He joked lightly, as he picked up his camera, adjusting the lens and settings.

"Right. Today." He said as he looked back up to Kinsey, grabbing the lighter from the front in-table and taking it over to all the candles, beginning to light the one by one. "My photography professor is a bit of a crack-pot, and came up with the fantastic idea of a photograph without any lights on. Theme was all up to us, and since I chose to light my photograph up with some candles, a decided that a bit of a candlelit dinner was the thing to do. You, sir," He said smiling back up to Kinsey as he lit the last few carefully, "Will be the said diner." He explained, brushing himself off as he stood back up.

"I'll have to pull the shades and all, to get a better image from the candle lighting. But you can step on the set if you want and get a feel for what you want to do." He offered, turning to walk over to the window across the dorm. Pulling the shades closed and the curtains behind the tightly, he squinted at the visual of the set again before flipping the switch to the lights. The amount of candles lit up along the set were providing a good glow in the one area of the dorm where Kinsey was.

Picking his camera back up, he took a look through the lens. "Perfect." He said, more to himself than to anyone.