Do It For Him

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝙳𝚊𝚢'𝚜 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔

      Ah yes, a glimpse into the work lives of our "main characters". Now, I know what you're probably thinking; "Dirk, would you shut the fuck up?" well, the answer is no. I'm the narrator, and I get to make the decisions here. Plus, in case you haven't noticed, I made this shit hella interesting. I mean, it must be since you thirsty fucks are still here at this point.
Anyways, enough about me for now...

Derrek groaned in bed as his alarm went off, alerting him it was time to get up and be productive. He reached to his nightstand and turned it off before sitting up. "Joh-..." he stopped himself, sighing. Sometimes he'd forget he and his boyfriend didn't currently live with each other. Damn. Looks like he had to make his own coffee again.
After getting up and making himself a cup of cheap coffee, he went into his home office and sat at his desk before typing in his password on the keyboard. He had a pretty good-looking setup for the most part. A gaming desktop, a PC with a high-quality camera, an orange backdrop behind him, lights, and other cameras on stands around him. There were even some LED lights on the walls. There was also a bunch of shelves on the right side of the room littered with smuppets and other strange erotic items.  The whole office would have a calming, chill vibe to it if weren't for the colorful sex toys, that's for sure.
The blonde logged into his website, looking through orders, commission requests, refunds, cancellations, questions, comments, etc. The usual online toy shop shit. This used to only take a few minutes, but that was years ago. His small businesses had grown a lot since then, and now it was to the point where this process could take hours. Sipping on his coffee, he got to work.

Meanwhile, John had been awake for at least an hour, styling his hair just a little and putting on some perfume. He was freshly dried after taking a shower and getting dressed in his usual aesthetic-type clothing. Today, it was just a simple pastel blue sweater with a white polo shirt underneath, some light blue denim ripped jeans, and blue converse shoes. He put on a matching pastel blue beanie, Texted Derrek a good morning text, grabbed his backpack, and headed out the door. John's workplace environment was pretty different from Derrek's. For starters, it was just a small walk away from his house, which was convenient, though there was a busy highway by the sidewalk so the noise would overstimulate him sometimes. Luckily he always wore earbuds and listened to music during these walks. Once he'd arrived at the three-story building, he walked up to the check-in desk in the center of the lobby, which was located on the first floor obviously. The whole building had a simple soft and elegant pastel theme. The ravenette then walked to the elevator across the room from the desk, pressing the up button before stepping in. Shortly, he'd arrived on the second floor, walked down a hallway, then entered a huge room full of photography gear, backdrops, clothes, props, all types of shit. This was the life of a model, alright.

After a couple of hours full of scrolling, answering emails, and advertising, Derrek finally finished. He got up and walked into his living room, then flopped on the couch. He took out his phone and messaged John to see how he was doing.

"Hey, you up for another sleepover?"

A few minutes passed before His phone pinged, notifying him that Egbert messaged him back.

"Just quit my job. On my way."

Derrek's eyes widened in shock and he lowered his epic anime shades just to make sure he'd read that right. Why would he quit? He loved his job...didn't he? The Strider huffed and got up to get some Smirnoff and hard cider. He could already tell this would be a rough night.