Delicious
As he pulled the book open, the images of Julian were all over the page; splashed at every angle with some overlapping each other. In each, Julian was always somewhere different; the set, at school, at a fancy restaurant. It didn't matter where he was. It mattered to Adam thought that Julian always looked... delicious. Yes, that was the word. Delicious. Oh, to taste Julian Armstrong-Larson, he thought, now that, would truly be delicious. He flipped the page to see a collection of pictures he had taken himself when he was sure Julian had no idea. There was one where Julian was studying in the library; a rare occurrence in itself, Adam had to capture it. Another was of Julian in his room, glaring at the door, but still managing to look delicious as he did so. Adam had had to climb the tree outside which coincidentally was in the perfect position to see into the actor's dorm room. Adam witnessed the events before the picture, too. "Logan Wright. Damn him. How dare he hurt you like that. He's not even worthy of your time or effort, Julian." he said, as if the picture Julian could hear him. "Why can't you see that, you flawless human being?" He sighed, and flipped three pages to a half-finished collage of topless Julian. He smiled, mischievously. "Someday, Julian, I'll be able to touch you. And you'll want me to, too."
He stood up from his seat on the foot of his bed to sit at his desk and open his laptop. The wallpaper of it was a picture of another topless Julian; this time he was laid on a sun lounger by the pool of Derek's Hampton mansion. The sun seemed to shine off his tanned, toned body. Adam moved closer to the screen to admire the actor's abs. How he loved Julian's abs. Adam dreamed of trailing his fingers over those abs, tracing their outline, and then the sensation would tickle Julian and he would laugh that delicious laugh of his and work that Cheshire Cat grin.
"That day will come. Oh yes, I'll make sure that it does." he said, before closing his laptop, turning off his light and jumping into his bed. He reached under pillow in the dark and pulled out another picture of Julian. This one was framed and neat, unlike the others in his scrapbook. It was Julian's promo shot for Something Damaged. This was Adam's favourite because if he looked closely, he could see vague freckles on Julian's cheeks. "Mmm." he said to himself. "Delicious indeed."