Jonathan releases inside of Evan while running his tongue up and down his neck. The couple flops onto the bed. The photographer spooning his model. They both slowly drift asleep, squeezing each other.

Evan’s phone beeps as he reads a message from his manager. He hasn’t talk to him in a while. His eye adjust to the brightness of the screen. Jonathan’s hands move down to his waist, and his head deepens into the neck of Evan. The photographer is still sleeping while the younger man reads the texts. “Sorry to bother. Long time no talk am I right? How’s life treating ya? Good enough for another song idea? We need another idea, two songs isn’t a lot my man. Plus it’s been 3 years or so man, we need to get the ball rolling again.” Evan locks his phone, “Fuck,” he mumbles. He had no song ideas, he totally forgot he made music, because he was sucked up in photography with his new boyfriend. Another message pops up on his phone. It says, “We need an idea before the end of June, or else Rynx will end his run.” The model sighs and shift uncomfortably beside his partner. This makes the older man stir awake, “Are you alright?”

“My manager texted… I need a song idea.” Jonathan frowns, but then perks up, “I can help you! That’s our task of the day!”

“But don’t you need more photos for this week’s portfolio?” Evan questions.

“Nah, I have plenty of time for you love.” Jonathan leans and quickly kisses his model.

“I love you,” Evan states after the kiss. “I love you too,” Jonathan replies with a cheesy smile. “Now, you can make some coffee while I grab my mail quick? Alright?” They kiss quickly again. Jonathan then hops off the bed, quickly putting underwear on and slipping on sweatpants and a VanossGaming t-shirt. The older one with his black and white logo of the letters. He slips on a pair of low top Converse and rushes to the elevator.

The lady at the front desk smiles and waves at him, “Good morning Mr. Dennis!”

“Good morning,” he quickly looks at her desk, “Miss Shuman!” She smiles, blush going across her face. As he turns around to grab his mail she stares at him, mainly his derrière. Jonathan grabs the stack and shuts his small metal box. “Have a nice day!”

“You too!” She shouts back as Mr. Dennis walks onto the elevator. He looks through his mail and spots a letter designated to him and Evan. That’s weird, because Evan hasn’t moved his address yet for his mail. The elevator dings and Jonathan walks off. He enters his room and the warm smell of coffee calms his nerves. Evan hears him walk in, “Any good mail?” He questions while setting the pot of coffee and two mugs on the table. He runs to the fridge for creamer. “Well, we both got a letter.” Evan stops in his tracks, “What? How? By my address I should still be getting mail at my old apartment.”

“I don’t know. Maybe they know you’re chilling with me, I have no idea Evan.” The couple sits at the dining table, getting their coffee ready. Evan finishes his first, “Want me to open it?” Jonathan nods while pouring vanilla creamer into his coffee. Evan rips the top of the envelope perfectly. He takes out the folded piece of paper. He unfolds it slowly, afraid of it. He finally unfolds it and reads the message in big black marker, “I know about you faggots.” Evan frowns and throws the note on the table. Jonathan grabs the letter and looks at it. He instantly rips it, “Don’t listen to them.” Tears threaten Evan’s eyes, “How?” The teary brown eyes stare at blue eyes, waiting for an answer. Jonathan stands up and walks over to his love. He wraps his arms around him. Evan grabs his arms and cradles them. Jonathan kisses him on the temple, “We’ll get through this together. Maybe it’s nothing big.” Evan slyly smiles, “I hope you’re right.” Jonathan rests his head on his model’s, “I hope so too.” Evan plays with his boyfriend’s bracelet as they stay in the same position for a while. “Jonathan… I can’t come out yet… I’m not ready.” The clown frowns as he picks up Evan’s hand. He kisses each knuckle, “It’s okay. Everyone has their own time. I can love you in private. It’s fine.” Jonathan’s voice warms Evan’s heart. The tears dry and the model kisses up and down the arm of his love. Jonathan kisses Evan once more, “Now, let’s get this owl brain on the road of music, shall we?” Jonathan now stands in front of the Rynx. The owl thinks, a smirk sneaking across his face. He grabs the hand of his love and they move themselves to the couch.

Evan suddenly kisses the photographer, “Maybe I need some energy to think.”

“But we just had coffee,” Jonathan explains, but Evan rubs his hands up and down the older man’s chest. “I love that shirt,” he purrs and kisses Jonathan; hard. Their tongues dance with each other. Their lips opening and closing like doors to a busy restaurant. Evan slides the Vanoss t-shirt off of his love. He rubs Jonathan’s hips as they move together. He bites Jonathan’s bottom lip and pulls at it with his teeth. The photographer moans, “I have an idea.”

“Yes?”

“You make a song about sex and I’ll take pictures for the album cover,” Jonathan suggests and chuckles afterward. That lit a fire in Evan. He sucks on Jonathan’s neck, “Why don’t we work on the photos first?” The brown eyes stare into the blue ones like a snack. He leans closer to Jonathan, but the mood is interrupted by Evan’s phone. “Fuck,” he mumbles once again. He looks at the ID and sighs, “It’s my manager again.” Jonathan sits up, “Answer it, I’m not going anywhere.”

Evan gets back from the conversation, “He wants to meet me at the nearest Starbucks. Will you handle yourself alone for awhile?” Evan asks while throwing the exact t-shirt his boyfriend was merely wearing. Jonathan laughs, “Yes I can. I’m a big boy.” He winks and Evan pecks him on the lips. “Be careful!” Jonathan shouts as Evan rushes out of the door.

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