Hey, This is my first Book of Mormon fanfic and to be honest, I'm really not in the fandom. I'm just writing this for a friend who is ALWAYS complaining about the lack of McPriceley and I felt like I should publish it. So enjoy.

Kevin Price shouldered his heavy backpack and leaned down to pick up his camera equipment out of the dusty dirt and load it onto the dirty, grey Jeep. Today was the second day on the site of his latest job as a cameraman on the new hit wilderness survival TV show Bladez'ntheWylde. He thought the program was kind of dumb, but it paid well and would be a great reference for future careers.

The show had recently been green lighted for its second season due to its smashing success earlier that year. The premise of the program wasn't very complex… or original… It centered on the "dashing and exotic Steven J. Blade" and covered his "perilous trek through the wildest places on planet Earth."

Kevin had been accepted as a camera man a few months prior, right after season two had been given the go ahead, when his uncle had come to him with the proposition of working on the show. Apparently, he knew a guy whose cousin had friends that worked in the reality TV business. According to him, one of the camera's had quit for some odd reason and they needed a replacement. Kevin was an aspiring director/producer and needed the experience so he readily agreed, knowing that opportunities like this didn't come around often.

And that was how he found himself sweating buckets in the middle of a Ugandan wasteland, lifting hundreds of pounds worth of expensive filming equipment onto a slightly used car in the hottest part of the summer.

From what the rest of the crew had told him, Steve Blade the survival man, would be arriving later that day via private jet. After his lowly crew did all of the legwork. As far as Kevin knew, a small party of two were scoping out Steve's route, another group of two were preparing supplies, and the rest, including Kevin, were making the film and sound tools mobile and ready to go.

Kevin finished loading the provisions and hopped up onto one of the other cars. They were all going to the meeting point where Mr. Blade, as the troop called him, would be flying in.

The ride wasn't half bad, but Kevin still thought he was going to die of tediousness. The African Savannah was only beautiful for the first hour or so and seeing as this was his second day on the plains, he was over the awesome and just wanted an internet café with air-conditioning. The scenery swiftly flew by until a tiny airstrip came into view and the Jeep slowed to a halt.

"Unload people!" James Church, the kind but punctual producer, called out to the rest of the crew. "Mr. Blade will be landing in an hour!"

The runway quickly became an inhabitable campsite as the small team worked as one, scurrying to set up tents and water stations for their boss' arrival.

Kevin found it a little odd that they were doing all of this for a survival show, but shook it off telling himself that he couldn't care less. He was getting pay and experience. That was all that mattered.

Around thirty minutes later, the scouting group drove into the camp. Now, the whole crew of one producer, four cameramen, and one makeup artist were present. After James called for them, they all gathered for a pow-wow around a dusty crate in the middle of their camp.

"Okay guys," Church started. "For those of you who have been with us last season, you know how it gets."

He was met with glum nods and Kevin started to think twice about having accepted his uncle's job opportunity. Was filming a reality TV show really that hard?

James continued. "Poptarts and Arnold," he looked at the chief tech expert/camera #1 (whose name wasn't actually Poptarts as Kevin had discovered yesterday. It was Thomas) and makeup artist with a calculating stare. "No funny business around Mr. Blade."

The two tried to look innocent but the others knew that they were tricksters at heart and James was just being wishful by trying to warn them off messing around.

"Schrader and Davis," he faced the camera #2 and #3 hands who both gave short nods.

"Keep them in check." He tilted his head towards the mischief makers.

"And Price?"

"Yeah?" Kevin perked up at his name.

"You'll do great. Just… don't let it get to you."

"Wait, what would get to m-"

He was cut off by a loud chopping roar and everyone looked up to see a sleek, four-seated private jet descending through the skies.

"You'll see" Arnold whispered, before he jumped up and went to a spot several yards from where the plane would stop next to Schrader and Poptarts that seemed to be his pre-sanctioned position.

Davis looked Kevin in the eye and pointed at a spot near where the plane would land before scuttling off to his station by the water cooler.

"Action people!" James yelled. He sprinted towards the plane as it coasted towards where Kevin had been directed. "Remember what I said!"

When the Jet had completely stopped, Church put on a joyful smile, gesturing for Kevin to do the same, and opened the door like a chauffeur.

"Good afternoon Mr. Blade." He cheerily greeted. "I hope you had a smooth and safe flight!"

A foot stepped out followed by a leg, followed by a body and soon enough Kevin was greeted with the handsome shaggy face of Steven Blade survival extraordinaire. James continued talking as he bustled around Mr. Blade making sure that every little detail was perfect.

"Kevin can take your luggage, and you must be thoroughly parched from your trip, Chris has some water over there…" he buzzed.

Mr. Blade nodded his head almost condescendingly at James as he gave off the steady stream of introductions and instructions until the producer looked back at the plane and seemed to notice something, or rather, someone.

"Mr. McKinley." He said with false enthusiasm. "We're so…glad you decided to join us! We had no idea that Mr. Blade would be bringing you along"

Kevin turned his head and he saw another person hopping from the aircraft on his own before walking over towards Steve like a magnet had drawn him. The person was another man, this one slightly smaller, who had the grace of a dancer and a shock of auburn-orange hair nicely arranged on his head.

When he spoke, Kevin heard a soft sweet voice saying. "James! How many times do I have to say? Call me Connor. And yeah, Steve insisted that I came with him to film the show."

Just from his looks and his voice, Kevin could tell that if James Church was the father of this film crew, the Connor McKinley would be the mother. He had those kind soft eyes, though their colors were an oddly sharp and icy blue, and his body looked awfully huggable to him.

He waved Kevin away when he offered to take his luggage with a simple, cheery "I've got it."

Connor was dressed way too stylishly and impractically for Uganda. His red shorts and blue polo would become drenched in sweat and other substances and his deck shoes would be ripped to shreds faster than Kevin could say 'damn that guy is kinda cute'

It was clear that Connor felt the same way about his outfit as he was awkwardly tugging at the expensive fabric like he was trying to pull it off.

If he wasn't already certain about the relationship between the elegant red-head and his boss, Schrader affirmed his guess by leaning in and whispering. "Boyfriend." Into Kevin's ear.

Of course, Kevin knew who the man was. He wasn't much of a reality TV fan, but Bladez was pretty big and so was its star's personal life. He had heard all about the McBladely couple from magazine covers to TV interviews. But the "Mc" half of the couple was rarely in the public view.

It wasn't the way Connor dressed, talked, or even the way he looked at Steve that had given it away, it was the way he moved. Where Blade went, McKinley followed. It was like a puppy and his master. Kevin neutrally observed.

He kept up his observations until, Mr. Blade pulled his boyfriend's sleeve, whispered a few words into his ear, and took him into the tent that they had painstakingly erected that morning.