[fic] reggie11: it's always the quiet ones
[ moresome Jeff/Jensen/Idris ]
Title: It's Always the Quiet Ones
Writer: reggie11
Alternate links: AO3
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Idris Elba, and a brief mention of Jared Padalecki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]Nothing you don't want to see : P
Length: 6,390
Summary: Jensen can't believe his luck. He's been selected to be part of a photo shoot for the world famous art photographer, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who he's been a fan of for a few years. He, along with another guy, Idris, are being photographed for Morgan's upcoming exhibition. Jensen's career so far has been magazine and billboard ads, so he is thrilled to be part of something more artistic.
The shoot is going off without a hitch and he knows the shots will be striking, he's also pretty sure that he's not imagining the way Idris is flirting, or the way Jeff is eyeing him hungrily.
Reccer's notes: I'm reccing this not only because of the brain melting, smouldering hot threesome in the story, but for the sensual, beautiful descriptions of the photoshoot leading up to it. Like a spring being slowly wound tighter and tighter reggie11 carefully amps up the tension in this story. The resulting beautifully written three way (and how do you keep all those body parts straight?) is wonderfully inevitable with all that testosterone in the air.
[Short excerpt]The door opened and Jeff beckoned him inside with a wide dimpled smile. "Come on in, I'm just on a call at the moment, but Idris is already in the studio."
Jensen had a fleeting moment of panic. "I'm not late am I? You did say midday?"
"You're right on time. Go on through and I'll be with you shortly."
He felt his tension ease. Either Idris had arrived early or maybe Jeff had needed him for something. He felt a thrill again that he was a part of this. When his agent had told him that the Jeffery Dean Morgan had requested him for his new work, Milk and Chocolate, he'd been stunned. He enjoyed modelling, and many of the shoots he'd been involved with were creative, but this wasn't going to be photographs that would be in magazines or billboards to sell cologne or designer clothing, this was art - something that would be personally bought and put on display by art connoisseurs. Only the very wealthy could afford to buy a Morgan original. And before that they would be on display for a month long exhibition. It was kind of mind-boggling.
Jensen stepped into the studio where Idris was standing facing a large black and white print of one of the shots from their last session. In the photo they were dressed only in boxer briefs, Jensen in black and Idris in white, seated back to back, their knees bent and feet on the floor. It really was a breathtaking shot, their skin and underwear colors brought into even sharper contrast by the lighting Jeff had used.