american beauty // joshler

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tyler's point of view

i lean back up from the coffee table with a wide smile and wipe my nose with the back of my hand. "fuck, that's good."

"told you," brendon says, his eyes red and his pupils blown.

"thank you for your generosity, mr. urie," i lean back onto my couch, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against my skin.

"how could i say no to a pretty face like that?" he smiles back at me, charming as ever.

"you couldn't."

he brings one hand to my thigh and squeezes. "you're exactly right."

i look down to his hand, the way it's so much bigger than mine and how it rests on my leg. i look back up to him, my bottom lip between my teeth. "you know what we haven't done in awhile?"

"hm?"

i take his wrist and pull his hand up slowly to my crotch. he raises one eyebrow. "yeah?"

"mhm."

we're up in my bedroom in sixty seconds max. he's got me pushed against the wall and i look past him to the mirror on the opposite us, watching the way my hand goes through his hair, the way he dips down to kiss my neck.

he lifts me up and we move to the bed. he pulls my clothes off easily, kissing up and down my body.

"such a pretty boy," he whispers.

"i know."

-

i wake up disoriented and with a headache, my mouth dry. brendon is in bed next to me, naked and snoring lightly.

"fuck." i rub my eyes and look to my bedside table. i grab my phone from the surface and check my notifications.

regina: don't forget your shoot with dior today. your shoot from last week went great and the company said they loved it and cant wait to book with you again! i've got your usual driver coming to yours round 10:30 so be ready.

it's only 9:18 and the dior gig isn't until eleven, so i've still got time. i sit up and take a breath.

i shove brendon a little. "wake up, bren."

he grumbles and i roll my eyes.

"brendon, c'mon. wake up, babe."

he finally blinks his eyes open but makes no move to get up. "why?"

"i've got work today. so do you. i think. don't you have tour rehearsals or something?"

"meh. i don't know. don't care. can i stay here instead? wanna sleep."

"as long as you don't trash my house while i'm gone." i bend down and kiss his forehead and then stand, stretching my arms over my head.

i walk to my bathroom and start the water, checking in the mirror to make sure he didn't leave any marks on me. he's only done it once and i slapped him in the face, forgetting i had a ring on, and accidentally sliced his cheek open a bit. he's made a conscious effort not to do that ever since then.

i step into the shower and make sure to clean myself thoroughly. i dry off after and use some scented lotion, then walk to my closet and step inside, looking through my clothes for something to wear.

i choose a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, deciding on a pair of slip-on vans to match and then going back to the bathroom to fix my hair. when i'm done getting ready, i go downstairs and take one of the muffins my chef made for me yesterday for breakfast. i sit at my kitchen table and scroll through my phone while i eat.

steven: i'll be there in fifteen minutes to pick you up, mr. joseph.

tyler: ready when you are!

i finish my food and then fill my hydroflask with water to take my vitamins.

i wait around for steven to get here, and when i get the text that he's outside, i make sure my front door is locked behind me before getting in the car.

"good morning, my favorite chauffeur!" i flash him a smile from where i sit in the passenger seat. "how are you?"

"good morning, my favorite model," he offers me a smaller smile and then pulls out of my driveway. "i'm well. how are you?"

"dior today. you know where we're going? i didn't pay attention to anything after dior at eleven."

"same as last time. same photographer too. regina said vapor is looking to buy him from ozark since the last session with him went so well. apparently the shots were incredible. really captured your essence or something. she wants to keep him around to handle all your bookings."

blah, blah, blah. photographers come and go. they can hardly ever put up with me for very long and end up quitting or transferring to other models or to different agencies altogether. every time someone does well with me, regina tries to snatch them up to book with me for all my jobs.

i'm good at what i do, but i'm very high maintenance and it can complicate things. i just... know my worth. companies love me, regina knows that. cameras love me, photographers know that.

regina loves me, too. she works very hard to get me the best opportunities available and she has no problem with that part. the problem only comes with finding photographers willing to bring the two together.

josh (at least, i think that was his name) handled me well. got my 'essence' or whatever evidently. i saw the mock-ups before regina sent them off and they were gorgeous. he was nice for me to look at too.

he'd be fun to have around i think.

(an: i know brendon is controversial. this is on purpose to show part of who tyler hangs out with, the kinds of things he does and puts up with. i don't support anything problematic anyone i've ever written about has done or anything problematic anyone in this story has done irl!)