"Crap! If I can get my hands on him, I'll really gonna beat him this time! Is it too much to ask to show up for appointments when I'm doing the rest? No it is not! They're all too spoiled and wouldn't be able to do anything without me." Eric Cartman, the head of the model agency of the same name, ran angrily through a hallway in a swimming pool where the last photo shoot was planned. Until he got to the door of a locker room, where, in his opinion, the princess powdered himself too long.
"Damn it, if you already .." But he was speechless for a moment when the dawdling model also had a bitch visit. Both looked at him in surprise and he was about to beat everything here, because a certain feeling wanted to overwhelm him. But that's unprofessional.
"Stop whoring around here and put on the clothes that are planned for the photos!" He swallowed what he really wanted to say. It would be pointless anyway.
"But .." But they didn't have time for stupid excuses.
"Nothing but and the bitch will go away!" He continued, because he hated those kinds of rich brats. Thinking they can buy anything.
"Sorry!" The woman intervened indignantly, who closed the bra again and he rolled his eyes, because he had already seen a thousand times better what she was trying to hide.
"Don't act offended here if you disturb people at work." With that he left the room again, furious, but still waited at the next corner to light a cigarette.
"This bastard does it with everyone." He only said this because he knew that the intended person was already finished, arrived not far from him and then gave him a venomous look.
"Don't look at me like that! Time is money. So finally swing your ass over to the photographer. If the dude wants overtime to be paid, it will be deducted from your wages, Kyle." He explained clearly to the red-haired dressman that gritted the teeth and stalked past him and he blew rings in the air while he looked disappointed at the other's back until he could no longer see him anymore.
"I'm going to get married." It was just thrown to him monotonously at his head after the photos were finally finished in the cool water. His only red-haired and secretly preferred model changed clothes and didn't even think it was necessary to look at him at the news. But he thought he had twisted his neck as quickly as he turned his head to face the taller guy, because he had never heard Kyle saying something like that. This didn't even have any significant relationships that could lead to something like that.
"Nonsense. Who wants you? That Instagramslut from earlier maybe?" Cartman asked as disinterestedly as possible, even if he wasn't all that inside. Without thinking too much about it, he pulled the taller one by the hips and fondled his nicely shaped buttocks. A strange perfume got into his nostrils and his eyes narrowed angrily because it smelled of that blonde from before. His grip grew rougher.
"Stop that!" It was said to him when he was now standing behind the other and feeling the front side. Strange that he had done this so often and he never got tired of it. No, he would never give this man up.
"Stop what? Does your chick know that you like it when someone puts something in here for you?" Provocatively, he ran his fingers from front to back to the bottom.
"One of those, can't satisfy you at all." Eric said with a grin and massaged the buttocks a little before he started to open the front of the other's pants. But then his hand was suddenly pushed away and the man withdrew from his grasp and his closeness.
"I said stop that. We're not doing this anymore." Kyle glanced over his shoulder with his condescending eyes before this started packing up his stuff.
"If you want it that way, but you won't marry her." The agent nervously picked up his cigarettes, because his favorite model often got these moods. He's crawling back to him again, it occurred to him.
"Of course I will. In a month I'll be thirty-five and then my contract will also expire."
"I will of course extend the papers." He added coolly when suddenly a flame lit his stem.
"That is not necessary, I am tired of this work." Once more angry, Cartman blew out the flame and grabbed this good-for-nothing with his free hand by the collar.
"If you think I'll just let you go, then you are wrong. You bring in the most money. It's bad enough that Stan stepped down after he fell victim to this activist." It was difficult for him to find a good replacement quickly.
"Sure, money always comes first." Why did these words sound so atypical for the other person? Almost melancholy, but he had to imagine it because Kyle never really wanted to be famous.
"Can't you imagine that he wants to be with this woman because he loves her and therefore works less?" Then the redhead looked at him for the first time today without those poisonous eyes. At this question he took a long drag and blew the smoke the pain in the ass in the face.
"Pah, love. Now you want to tell me that you fell in love with this dressed up doll that has probably been stalking you for a while? As far as I'm concerned, bang her or whatever, but woe to you, you drag in some diseases!" That ended the conversation for him, because he felt somehow sick. Certainly because he hasn't had anything for dinner yet.
"Well. I'll come for my stuff tomorrow." How dare his employee say that?
"You won't!" He explained calmly, because what possibilities the guy already had without him. It was all thanks to him that big brands, industries and people wanted Kyle. Probably he worked too hard and others were now wooing his money boy.
"I will and you will let me."
"Otherwise what? I'll ..." He broke off when suddenly a phone was held up and played a video. On this he could be seen how he took his preferred model a little harder from behind in the agency.
"You .. YOU FILMED THAT?" Shocked, he yelled at the person opposite and clenched his fists. How stupid he acted and how much time he wasted trying to find a good birthday present for this lousy blackmailer. It was stupid of him to think he could make the redhead .. Anyway. It didn't matter now. Still, he can't just let him go. Not because of the money the guy made. Not even because he found him a little attractive. It just couldn't be allowed to happen.
"OK. What do you want?" He pressed out between his clenched teeth, because Cartman couldn't avoid a compromise.
"More money? Fewer work? Or maybe both at the same time? As you know, my options are also limited." He suggested and the cigarette almost smoked itself. So much for taking it easy on these things, it went through his head. But it couldn't help that this curly head caused pure stress for him. With his too perfect face and those freckles that looked like a starry sky in broad daylight when he accidentally got too close. He still cursed the day when they dabbed the things with gold paint for some kind of advertisement. He had already forgotten the insignificant perfume, but the picture with that wanting look in the direction of the camera that burned into his brain.
"I told you what I want." He really didn't deserve this dismissive tone from this self-righteous model. Wasn't he doing enough already?
"But why? Aren't you getting everything you want? Fucking expensive apartment and an ugly car. Not to forget your extra pocket money." That I deduct from my wages because I think that you sometimes work too hard and deserve it, the agent thought that only for himself, because such sentences were just not allowed to come out of his lips. He didn't want to appear weak and emotional. Bad enough that his secretary found out the truth about what he really thought of Kyle. Heidi had promised to keep it to herself, but he always had in mind that she could use it against him one day. Since then he has also tried to hold back his eyes and not be present at shootings himself, because sometimes it was enough to see the man half-naked and his lower half answered. If he looked at the material afterwards in his office, it wasn't too bad. Nobody could look under his desk then.
"You just don't want to understand. Material things alone do not make you happy. But before I go .. I've never been by your place." With that, the guy had finally managed to get dressed and to pack all his stuff together.
"What? You have walked into my office many times and also ..." His words were quickly cut off.
"Not this cubicle. I mean where you live." The taller one stepped out of the room. He could only run after him, confused and nervous again.
"Where does the sudden interest in good interior design come from?" Cartman inquired playfully, because no one from work has ever been at his home. And it was better if it stayed that way. But he just got no answer. They both ran to his car in silence, because he couldn't think of anything better to do.
"Do you need money for a taxi? Then I'll pay ..." Kyle came dangerously close to him, put the bag down and looked down at him with an illegible expression. Did he want to put the arms around him? Hardly, because this only fumbled to find the car keys. Nevertheless, he held his breath briefly, but the person opposite was definitely not keen on him. Why also? After all, he didn't have a body like the blonde slut from before. His blood was boiling just smelling that stinking perfume. But nothing more was said, the other one simply got into the passenger side uninvited. No problem, thought Eric, he'll just race to the other man's apartment and stop in front of it until the blackmailer got tired of these little games.
"Oh, that's where you live. I wasn't so wrong." He was told with a smile and he had forgotten that his place of residence was stored in this damn device in the car.
"You better not take a detour, otherwise the video will be on the net and you will be unemployed tomorrow." It penetrated his ears clearly and he cursed while he put the cigarette in his ashtray.
"Yes, I understand. And you better buckle up. We don't want anything to happen to your pretty face." He said with a sarcastic smile and started the car and then rolled out of the parking lot. At the third traffic light, which was a little longer on red, he drummed tightly on the steering wheel, because his house was no longer far from this street.
"What kind of shit is this supposed to be? Do you want to humiliate me in my own four walls?"
"Don't be absurd. I'm not a sadist like you." But Cartman knew something was planned, he could hear it in the passenger's voice. It sounded so like anticipation.
"Fuck, what are you looking out of the window so bored?! What are you going to do?" Slowly he really lost patience.
"There's no need to be loud." Kyle assured him and one of his hands landed on his thigh. Slowly it stroked up and down. The fingertips came closer and closer to his not really disinterested manhood.
"I want that .." The gentle request was interrupted by a loud noise. The horn from the car behind them reminded them that they were in the street. His lower region didn't care when it suddenly became a little tight in his pants.
"Hm, we should postpone that until later." He got to hear and he pressed the gas, because it could actually be that he liked what the redhead had to offer.
As soon as they arrived at the house, his mind changed abruptly again, because the light was on. Slowly, very slowly he drove to the garage to park the car in front of it. Yes, he could go in, but that wouldn't improve the situation.
"So you don't live alone." Kyle didn't sound as cheerful as he did five minutes ago.
"I never said that either."
"You're a fucking bastard! Are you married?" Angry, the other got out of the car and stalked to his front door.
"No! I .. Now wait a minute!" But Eric was ignored and the bell already rang to his door. Inwardly, he prayed that no one would open. Before he could throw up any excuses, a blond man in a turquoise pullunder opened the front door. He could wave his hands around behind the redhead as he wanted, now the third in the round, would probably ignore that.
"Oh my God! It's Kyle B. That Kyle. Wow, Eric, I'm so happy for you. To be honest, I thought you'd never get it done .." Cartman tried to interrupt the talk immediately.
"Um that .." But apparently fate wanted to make it really embarrassing for him, because the happy chatterbox just didn't shut up.
".. and as shy as you always behave. But now that he's standing here, you've finally given yourself a jolt." If he couldn't do it with words, then with deeds, he thought and pushed the blond man out of his house. Without looking at the guest he had brought with him, of course, because he noticed how this literally pierced him with the eyes.
"Oh, I got it. You two lovebirds want the hut to yourself. Hopefully Eric Junior doesn't cause you too much trouble. He's a little grumpy today." With that, the man grabbed his jacket and said goodbye quickly.
"Hm, you sure want to know who that was? Butters, a crazy guy who lives down the street and breaks in here all the time. I really must check the alarm system more often." Eric thought he could get away with it, but after they both stepped in and the door slammed shut again, he was actually grabbed him the back of the collar. Escape was therefore impossible.
"I know who Butters is. So you're shy?" Kyle's warm fingertips accidentally touching his skin gave him goose bumps.
"How do you know him? You can't possibly have met him before." Cartman tried to change the subject.
"Not personally. But Kenny has photos of him on his cell phone." Then he was pulled to the wall and the bigger one stood in front of him so that he couldn't escape and stared down at him with a slight grin. When was the last time they stood so close together? With the thing before in the parking lot, there was still some distance.
"You .. you can't just look at other peoples stuff and .." Because Cartman was a little shorter, his gaze fell naturally on the opposite mouth. A tongue licked its soft-looking lips. They had sex so often, but he never dared to kiss the other. He was too cowardly to fool emotions into all of this. Before he could do anything wrong, a noise interrupted them both and he looked down. A short laugh made his gaze wander up again, because he did not understand this reaction.
"That's probably Eric Junior." The other stated, leaving more space between them again and bending down to stroke the cat that cuddled the redhead's legs.
"Traitor." He looked reproachfully at the cat, but he could never be angry with him for long. Anyway, he would like to do the same.
"Do not be like this. Now I know why it has this name. He really looks a little like you on the face."
"First of all, his name is not Eric Junior, Butters just calls him that. Second, I still don't know what you want here? Do you want me to show you around the house?" He didn't really have patience for things like that, because that was his home after all and nobody should find out anything private about him so that he would become vulnerable.
"What are you in such a bad mood again? Do you really feel so uncomfortable because I'm here?" Again those piercing chocolate-brown eyes that he couldn't hold out for long.
"Haha, like you look so threatening. You might look nice, but that's all you can do." The model stopped stroking the cat's fur and looked for his gaze again when it came up again. Then those brown eyes wandered back to his pet with a gentle smile.
"This is the first time that you say that to me and really mean it."
"Pah, like I have to tell you this. It's enough that you have a job because of it." And too many fans who want to get in your pants, he thought to himself again and crossed his arms so they wouldn't get lost. But on the other hand, it was these people who made the most money by buying any junk that had Kyle's face or just a name on it.
"Just because some people think I look good doesn't mean everyone agrees." Somehow Cartman had the feeling that he should change something here. There was no one here to chat or point a finger at him. Kyle came into his realm and no one would see it if he did something now. Before he could ponder what to do, there was a mouth over his. He was just thinking about it, but he opened his eyes a little startled before he closed them satisfied. One of his hands found its way to the taller man's neck because he didn't want it to stop. Unfortunately, the moment came when they broke apart and he couldn't help but think about what he had done wrong. He never really knew if he was good at kissing.
"I'm sorry .." When that reached Eric's ears, he couldn't help but fall into the old pattern and distance himself.
"You probably thought you'd make a few more missteps before you disappear and fall into marriage jail." At least his tone sounded as cold as intended and he looked to the side. Two warm hands made him look up again, even if he acted annoyed and he had to make an effort not to lean against this touch.
"No, I .. I didn't mean to overwhelm you with that, but I've wanted that for so long." Then his mouth opened, but nothing came out as a cool answer, because the other man didn't even lie to him. He knew exactly when the redhead wasn't telling the truth and yet he couldn't quite believe that someone like Kyle wanted to kiss him.
"What do you really want from me, huh? Try everything out? We didn't have to come here for that." How long would he be able to stand firm? Cartman wondered, and still tried to save this close-up of his counterpart in his head. So often, he wanted to act as a photographer himself, but he was afraid of not being able to control himself. In the first moment he took some nice pictures for his collection and in the next, he stroked every curve of this body to know how it felt under his hands.
"I like you. A lot. You could also call it love. But I just can't go on like this. I no longer want to be used as a quick number for in between. I can endure .." Eric had to interrupt that because that's all too much for him right now. First the guy wants to marry some chick and now he talks about love. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest it hadn't happened in a while. Was he about to have a heart attack?
"Typical Kyle. Me, myself and I. You only think of yourself all the time. Have you just thought of what I want?" It was stupid, but he had to somehow downplay the situation. He just didn't like that kind of emotional stuff.
"Yes. So often. Otherwise I would have disappeared long ago. I often thought about just packing my things and leaving. Before you get to the work, I've saved up enough to be able to cope without it. Some days I think you want more than just rough sex. To others .. I have the feeling that you don't care as long as I can get enough money a month. When I started here I hated you so much. Somehow I forgot why over time and our arguments always ended with the fact that .." Kyle walked away from him and looked at the floor, as if he had just recognized something.
"Isn't that it? I'm only there so that you can always let go of your frustration on me. Not really shy about it. How could I be so stupid and believe that someone like you .." But before the model could leave his house, he grabbed him by the wrist. If he let him run now, he might never see him again. No, it didn't matter. Someone else will come who will enjoy spending time with him. After all, he had money. Still, he didn't care about those people who stuck to him at some after-show parties.
"You were never someone I just wanted to let off my frustration with. I mean yeah, it happened sometimes, but you know how stressful the job can be. But when you let me touch you for the first time, I couldn't sleep the following night because ... because ..." How could it be so difficult for him as an adult to say things like that.
"Because?"
"It made me damn happy, ok?! Yes, it is not uncommon in this shitty industry that people throw themselves at my neck for money, but you ... Everything was different with you and that from the first moment. Your appearance irritated me and made me really nervous at times. I hated that so much. And these arguments sometimes drove me crazy at night."
"I didn't know that you took that to heart .." The taller one turned back to him more, with that guilty look.
"Damn it, no! Not what you cut out, but what you wore or did not have on. Especially these perverts in the perfume industry. It's just a good thing that I've built a rule into your contract that you must never pull it off nude." Then the redhead came closer again with a slight smile on his face that he felt he had finally done something right. The other man's arms went up a little again and this time they were finally wrapped around him. Eric's heart raced happily in his chest. He could just look foolish and enjoy it, because you couldn't plan anything that you thought would never happen anyway.
"Do I have to teach you how to treat people you like?" Kyle asked quietly, close to him. He could only press his face stupidly into the shoulder of this. At least until another noise bothered them. This time it was his stomach because the cat got fed up with them and lay down on the sofa, offended.
"As much as I would like to stand there, I don't want you to fall off your feet."
"Very funny." He said with a roll of his eyes.
"Do you want to stay?" Cartman added, because he didn't want the other to go. At least not when the situation changed for the better.
"To eat?"
"For .. the night?" The agent almost said forever and he should really hit the brakes. And then he saw the look from the curly hair and raised his hands defensively.
"We don't have to sleep together. You can use the guest room. You don't even have to stay at all if you don't want to."
"You are really shy and I like to stay."
"Shut up!" He commented and turned to go into the kitchen. Inwardly, he was happy because the model naturally followed him.