"Take your time, but I'm not in the mood for any pictures." Rich said, rather grumpy.
"Oh come on, big guy, you look amazing," Eli joked, still gazing out at the scene.
"Nah, I'm old enough, we can see all we want of each other at the gym." Rich said, asserting his voice.
"Alright, alright, but the more you deny how hot you are, the more I'll want to tell you." Eli spoke, eyes gazing. Something was drawing Eli into taking a photo, it was as though the camera itself wanted to immortalize what he had seen in front of him. And yet...
"...Ah, look, why don't we check with my Pops? He owns the thing..." Eli spoke up, clearing his throat. Rich raised an eyebrow, watching Eli fumble the device in his hands, lantern chin resting on his heavy pecs in an all ill fitting tank top. There was something pulling him towards the younger man, and not just the gorgeous pout on his face or how hard he had taken Rich for a ride.
"You really feel strongly about that darn thing, don't you, boy?" Rich questioned, raising his arm up and brushing back his short cut graying hair. Flecks of dark brown still lingered and mixed with the gray, it felt right, and yet...
Eli looked up to his coach and cringed.
"Is it bad?" His lip quivered. Rich lifted his meaty hand and clutched his chin, rubbing his lower lip with a thumb.
"No, no." Rich said. He leaned forward, over the seat.
"I think it's something I've always liked about you." Rich closed his eyes and leaned forward, matching his lips with Eli's as the two enveloped themselves into the kiss. Eli whimpered, as Rich's hand went to the back of his head and he felt himself melt into the kiss as his lover growled. Rich greedily kissed downwards Eli's neck, gracing his sloping traps with his bearded face before Eli sighed contently, dragging his tank top to showcase his solid pecs. Rich snickered, before leaning forward and pushing himself onto Eli, latching onto the bodybuilder's nipples and sucking them to his glee.
"Oh!" Eli groaned. "FUCK, bro!"
Rich looked up, mouth twisting into a snarl as Eli laughed nervously and cleared his throat, his thick thighs clenching together still keeping the camera balanced.
"Eh... Maybe, we should uh, check this out before we... Uhm, get back to work..." He said, pulling his tank top over his chest as Rich rolled his eyes and sat back up into the driver's seat. He flicked on the engine again and began to pull out of the neighbor hood.
The two were mainly quiet going forward, the drive to Eli's father's home wasn't all that bad, considering the timing, but as Rich rolled into the spacious mansion like estate, he could feel something in the back of his head screaming that things were not right.
"Babe, you sure this is right?" Rich grumbled, rolling down the window to show his face to the security cam as the gates opened. His eyes gleaned as swaths of cars and people had corralled themselves in to parking and dropping off guests.
"I... Thought it was..." Eli said, gaping as Rich drove up and was treated to a finely dressed man looking them up and down.
"Ah, Master Eli, I see you've finally accepted your father's invitation to the dinner." The man said.
"Dinner?" Rich questioned. The well dressed gentleman huffed, but nodded and pulled an intricate card from his coat pocket.
"Yes, celebrating the anniversary of Master John and Lady Olivia's marriage." The man sighed. Rich already felt off by the man's demeanor, but, quickly recognized by their gym attire that things were not exactly going to go well. He waved off the gentleman and rolled around the gigantic fountain made in the image of an angel holding a camera, with water cascading around it to exemplify the flittering of a camera lens.
"We... certainly look the part, huh?" Rich chuckled, before noticing Eli's frown as he parked.
"You okay?" Rich asked, looking into Eli's eyes.
"I don't know."
"Is it about the camera?" Rich asked.
"...I don't know anymore. Nothing feels right. Does it seem weird I don't really remember my folk's home like this? I didn't even know we had help around here either..." Eli said, drifting eerily into melancholy.
Rich nodded, before putting his chin into his palm in thought.
That's when...