Page 22 of Grayson

“That’s right,” said Iggy. “We would be playing the sons, you the famous general preparing us for battle and women. Most of the filming would be done in Italy but there will be some scenes shot here in France.”

“Wonderful,” smiled Cesar. “Although, I have to say that being father to the two of you feels a bit out of my range. I’ve never played a father figure before.”

“It’s true that you appear too young to be our father,” said Kai, soothing the older man’s ego, “but we wanted someone that could play the younger version and then grow older with the film.”

“Oh, I see,” he smiled. “Yes, make-up does wonders.”

Both men smiled back at him, biting their tongues. They could see the tiny hints of scars at his temples and near his ears. He’d been tucked more than once and it was starting to look terribly unnatural.

“Tell me,” said Moreau, clearing his throat, “will there be women in the film as well?”

“Oh, yeah,” laughed Kai. “We’ve been able to get some really great young actresses. For many, this will be their first film so they’re, what do we say Iggy, oh yeah. Compliant.”

Moreau laughed a little too loudly, leaning back with what appeared to be sheer delight.

“Mr. Moreau,” started Iggy.

“Cesar. Please,” he said reaching out and touching Iggy’s hand. “Please call me Cesar.”

“I’d love to,” said Iggy, gritting his teeth. He gently pulled his hand away and gripped the arm of the chair. “As I was saying, we may be looking for a few warehouse spaces for storage, possibly filming. Do you know of places we could rent?”

Moreau smiled at the two handsome young men. He stood, his linen pants somewhat tented. Kai and Iggy both wanted to cut his dick off but not yet.

“Let me grab some photos,” he said walking inside. The two men stayed silent, not saying anything until he returned with a folder. “I have several. Take your pick.”

“Wow, these are ideal,” said Iggy. “This looks like an old winery.”

“It is!” he said excitedly. “I currently have someone storing things there but I could have them out by tomorrow if you need it.”

“We may but please don’t go to any trouble for us,” said Kai. “We’ll be sure to let you know if we do need it.”

“Gentlemen, why don’t you stay for an afternoon swim. It’s very warm today and I prefer to swim in the natural way.”

“Same,” smiled Kai, Iggy nodding as well. “But as we said, we have to meet with some other people later. Perhaps another time soon, Cesar.”

“I would enjoy that,” he grinned, his linen pants now not hiding a thing. Both men wanted to vomit, realizing that he was the true definition of a predator.

Iggy felt the tap on his shoulder and knew the men were done on the inside of the house. He pushed back, standing to indicate to Kai that they were done.

“We’ll be in touch soon,” said Iggy. “It’s been an absolute honor and thrill meeting you, Cesar.”

“I can say the same,” he said grinning at the two men.

They weren’t sure when he’d done it, but his linen shirt was unbuttoned, flapping with the breeze. The linen pants were now low on his hips, his cock rigid.

“Come back any time you like. I assure you, we’d enjoy ourselves in the pool.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” nodded Kai. They walked back into the house and headed toward the front door. When they took the steps toward the foyer from the sunken living room, they suddenly heard a loud thud.

“Damn,” mumbled Moreau. He was lying face down on the floor, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Are you alright, Cesar?”

“I’m fine. Fine. I just tripped. That’s odd,” he said looking for the potential culprit.

“Cesar, you’re not having any health issues are you?” asked Kai.

“Wh-what?” he gasped.