The Naked Llama is back and guilty of making his readers wait for the second chapter. I'm so sorry for making you wait for a long time. Spraying some love to y'all!
"Remember the time that you made me look like a carrot?"Lancelot asked me while I was arranging his bowtie for him, scowling at me. How could I ever forget that day? It was almost three years ago since that day Lancelot went to the store I was working at for a go-see. He was a male model while I was an assistant to a 46 year old fashion designer named Charlotte. It was a stressful Friday at work that led me to running into someone I knew back in high school, and to this day.
"You enjoy making me look ridiculous."
"Ridiculously handsome Lancelot" as I try for the hundredth time that day to convince him that the suit I and Jessica designed for him looks good on him. He wanted a simple black tuxedo, but being the fashion designer that I am, I did not want boring, and a plain black tux on our wedding day is boring.
Lancelot and I had many arguments over what we were going to wear on our wedding day. If I had it my way, I would have wanted my entire wedding entourage to look like they just came from the runways of a John Galliano Men's fall 2009 fashion show. That fashion show had featured pirates, armed revolutionaries in tricornes and dramatic, double-breasted, Revere collar coats, some embroidered with gold oak leaves. A half-man, half-goat half-dressed in couture-like feathered pants, washed leather jackets. With the six-pack abs painted on their torso. It was John Galliano's interpretation of Puck from Shakespeare's Midsummer Night Dream. And Beau Brummel-inspired dandies modeled dramatic formal wear including lushly embroidered coats and a silk shirt with an attached cape. I would love my wedding to be extravagant and over the top that Lady Gaga can easily fit in. Imagine being inside an alien-ish egg shaped capsule and carried by our wedding entourage instead of just walking down the aisle. Coolest wedding ever. Lancelot said that there is no way he would be wearing that much amount of make up outside his work as a model. When I asked him that if he wanted something inspired from Vivienne Westwood instead, he got irritated and I ended up on bed in all fours being fucked senseless.
We finally decided (or should I say I decided, and then Lancelot just went with it) that since he does not want anything too flamboyant, we settled for casual-sophisticate aesthetic. I made many sketches using black, rich reds and toxic pinks ranging in hue.
"I look gay."
"Lancelot, you are gay."
Before he can even respond to what I said Jessica opened the door and came rushing to our bedroom. She was wearing a short, tight hot pink dress that she designed herself, and white high heels, very reminiscent of 80's fashion. She paused to look at Lancelot from head to toe and told him that he indeed looked good, before turning towards me and hugged me very tight, dropping her purse down to the bedroom floor.
"Niclas! Congratulations! Who would have thought I will live to see this day!"
"Yeah. I thought happily ever afters are only meant for straight people. " I pulled away from her arms and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"That's bullshit, and you know it."
Jessica has been my best friend ever since high school. We were born on the same day, on the same year. We have the same taste in music (we love the Irish band The Script and the synthpop band Cobra Starship. I find their lead vocalist Gabe Saporta very sexy). We are fans of the hit reality show Survivor but would not dare to try out for the show because we hate camping out. We both hate zombie-infested flicks because we end up having nightmares being chased by a mob of undead freaks. And most of all, we love fashion, that's why we ended up going to a fashion school together in New York, and both got hired by Charlotte to work for her after graduating. I would never wish for a life without Jessica in it. Even if she drives me crazy sometimes. No, scratch that, every time.
"And as for you," turning to face Lancelot "Thank you for making my best friend the happiest gay guy in the world right now."
"It's a hard task but someone has got to do it you know. I'll go ahead babe, see you at the wedding." He reached out to pull me from Jessica's arms and pulled me in his, then planted a kiss on my lips after.
Lancelot left the room leaving me with Jessica who can't seem to wipe off that stupid grin on her face.
"Are you ready Niclas?"
"I am nervous Jess. What if I mess up my lines or forget Lancelot's name? What if I fall with my face first while walking down the aisle? What if Lancelot suddenly realizes he doesn't want to get married to me and leave me standing at the altar? That happens in the movies sometimes." I totally felt like a ball of nerves about to explode any moment now.
"Just relax will you? You are going to do great and nothing will ever go wrong. I'm so happy for you Niclas. I'm glad you finally found someone who truly loves you. After dating a bunch of assholes and a douche bag, it's a good thing you ended up with someone like Lance."
"I know. I can't still believe that this is actually happening. Tell me that this is for real, that I'm not dreaming. Oww!"
While I was babbling away I did not notice that Jessica took two steps towards me to slap the back of my head.
"Did you feel that?"
"Hell yeah I did! Do you really need to hit me that hard? That hurts!"
"Good. That only proves that you are wide awake and you're not in a dream. You are getting married to one of the hottest male model in the fashion industry. The most wonderful man you ever had. You are one lucky bitch!"
She was right. As much as I hate to admit it, Jessica was always right. Lancelot loves me. He chose me and now he is waiting at the church for me because he wants to spend the rest of his days with me.
I sighed and sank down on the edge of the bed, pulling Lancelot's pillow and wrapping my arms tightly around it. Taking in the smell of the man I love from his pillow. "How did I get so lucky?"
"Thanks to me darling. Thanks to me." Jessica stated while patting both of my shoulders. I smiled at her. Jessica took a lot of credit to herself and reminded me a lot of times that if wasn't for her, I would not have Lancelot in my life. I was left with no choice but to agree with her.
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He got the job. Lancelot Simpson was booked for the catalog. The witch Charlotte picked him after I sent her thru email the pictures, some info and my reviews about the male model s that went on the go-see. I was getting ready to go to sleep when she called me all the way from London to tell me that she liked two models in particular, and asked me to contact their agencies and the photographer right away. I was surprised that she decided to hire the Brazilian model Adriano, and very pleased to find out that she liked Lancelot too. I was looking forward to see Lancelot again and to be able to work with an old friend. She even noticed Lancelot's clothes on his test shots and she reminded me not to make him look like a carrot again.
"Who was that?" Calvin asked.
"It's my boss Calvin."
"The witch eh? Why did she call you this late in the evening?" He was lying naked on our bed, his legs spread while slowly stroking his already hard dick with his right hand.
"She wanted me to call some male models to inform them that they got booked for the job. I'll do it first thing in the morning." I placed my cell phone down on the bedside table and stripped down to my boxers before joining Calvin on our bed. I straddled his legs, pulled his hand away from his cock and replaced it with my hand. I gave it a few strokes before licking its head, tasting his pre-cum.
