I Kissed a Boy [complet]

The Right Time ?

Gavin frowned as well. Their size being similar, Gavin did not feel in danger.

—What does that mean, Marc?

— That means I'm sick of you sneaking around like an eel. You know I want you. You want to, too, otherwise it wouldn't have happened what happened with Peter, or before.

Gavin stiffened.

— Except that we are at work. Do you want to screw up everything you do because you couldn't tame your libido?

Marc flashed a crooked smile, approaching his face to his and forced a kiss on his cheek.

— Then sleep with me outside of working hours.

Gavin pushed him away.

— You have your girlfriend for that.

The tone was a bit aggressive. Marc stiffened in turn and invaded Gavin's vital space even more. Their noses were almost touching.

— it's not about Amy. It's about you and me. You want me too.

Marc pressed his pelvis against Gavin's. He half-closed his eyes to hold back a gasp. Gavin closed his eyes for a moment and snapped them open again to stare into Marc's.

— Do you want to fuck? Now ?

Gavin pushed him away with his hands flat on his chest, with a more brutal gesture than before. Marc took three steps back in shock and Gavin took one forward.

— It is 8am. We have an appointment for a fucking photo shoot in three quarters of an hour that will give you access to luxury brands, an MV to work on, songs to finish and you talk to me about "fucking"? You're not as professional as I thought, Marc.

Marc faced him. His whole body screamed with suppressed anger.

— I am perfectly professional, and it is precisely because I do my job in the best possible way that I hope to have a life outside of it. My life is not just limited to my work. I need you too, Gavin. The Gavin who is not only my manager but the man who makes me feel alive.

—Damn it, I'm not your boyfriend! you have Amy. She IS your girlfriend, remember? It's her role, isn't it?

Marc's anger fell like a bellow. What had he expected? That Gavin gives in to him with a smile? He was right, Amy was his girlfriend and if anyone was going to be his mainstay it should be her. Gavin wasn't even his friend. He was the one who set his mind and body on fire and his manager to boot. He rushes into the minivan and sits down with a sigh. Gavin watched him and sighed in turn.

In the minivan, the atmosphere between Gavin and Marc was tense and filled with unsaid. The music played softly and both of them were immersed in the same thoughts. They were angry with each other and especially with themselves. Their relationship was special. Eventually they wanted the same thing but without the consequences.

Upon arrival at the hotel where the photoshoot will take place, Marc and Gavin remained polite and professional. They made contact with the organizers and while Gavin took care of the administration, Marc passed between the hands of the make-up artist. York, who had been working with the band from the start, pushed his assistant away to take care of Marc himself.

— You look a little mine, my boy, this morning.

— Night was short. I worked a lot.

York arranged the instruments from his suitcase in front of them so that they had everything to hand.

— I see that. Fortunately, I have magic at my fingertips to remove all traces of fatigue... however, I'm not a magician enough to remove traces of sadness. What grieves you?