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Darrian juggled two cups of boba as he nudged the apartment door open with his foot. The familiar scent of vanilla and David's cologne hit him instantly, and he smiled, shaking off the cool breeze from outside.
"I got your favorite," he called out, balancing both drinks in one hand as he locked the door behind him. "Brown sugar, no ice, extra pearls. Because I'm the best boyfriend—"
He paused.
There was no response, which was weird. Normally David would come flying out of the bedroom the second he heard Darrian's voice, especially if there was boba involved.
Darrian tilted his head. Soft music drifted from their bedroom—something smooth and slow, the kind you'd expect in a music video where someone dramatically ran their hands through their hair.
Curious—and maybe just a little suspicious—he tiptoed down the hall. The door was mostly closed, but there was just enough of a gap for Darrian to peek through.
And what he saw had him clutching his entire soul to keep from howling.
David, shirtless, was in front of the mirror, phone propped up on a stack of textbooks like a makeshift tripod. He was recording himself. Not talking. Not dancing. But full-on posing. Turning slowly to the beat, glancing at the camera over his shoulder, biting his lip like he was in a perfume commercial.
Darrian's jaw dropped. His boyfriend—his sweet, nerdy, trip-over-his-own-feet boyfriend—was making a thirst trap.
And not just a cute selfie thirst trap. No, this was a full-production, smoldering, jaw-clenching, muscle-flexing thirst trap.
Darrian made the mistake of taking a step back to compose himself, and the floorboard let out the most traitorous creak known to mankind.
David froze. His eyes snapped to the door like a horror movie protagonist about to meet his doom.
Darrian pushed the door open slowly, his face already scrunched up trying to suppress his laughter.
"Oh no, please," he said, voice trembling with amusement. "Don't stop on my account. I was just gonna leave your boba here and go cry in the hallway."
David looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. "Darrian. I can explain."
"You better," Darrian said, setting the drinks on the dresser. "Because from where I'm standing, I just caught my man doing his best 'hot boy summer' audition. In May."
David groaned and covered his face with both hands. "I was just—ugh—it's for a trend. People were doing the 'boyfriend reveal' and I thought it'd be cute if I—y'know—"
"Posted a video that would summon Instagram models to our doorstep?" Darrian teased, plopping onto the bed. "Baby, you had the pout going. The turn. I'm actually scared. I didn't know you had that power."
David peeked at him through his fingers. "You're never letting me live this down, are you?"
Darrian laughed, then crawled across the bed and kissed David's forehead. "Absolutely not."
David groaned again but didn't resist when Darrian cuddled up beside him.
"I'm not judging," Darrian added, a little softer now. "Honestly? You looked... really good. Like, unfairly good."
David finally looked at him properly. "You think?"
Darrian gave him a slow once-over. "Do I think my incredibly attractive boyfriend looked hot while lip-syncing to The Weeknd with his shirt off? Hm, let me think—yes. But also: hilarious. Because you were biting your lip like you were about to sell me cologne at a mall kiosk."
David buried his face into Darrian's shoulder. "You're the worst."
"And yet, somehow, still your number one fan." He kissed the top of David's head. "You better post that. But if you do, you owe me a 'boyfriend cameo.'"
David tilted his head up. "Oh? You wanna be in my thirst trap now?"
"I want credit for being the muse, thanks," Darrian grinned. "And maybe I want to show everyone you're already taken before your DMs explode."
David sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if I post it, I'm turning the comments off. You don't get to fight people."
Darrian gasped. "You're depriving the people."
"I'm protecting you from your jealousy issues."
Darrian grinned. "Okay, now you're getting cocky."
David rolled over and grabbed his phone. "You brought this on yourself. We're doing a new take. Come here, sexy muse."
Darrian laughed and tackled him onto the bed. "Only if I get to lip-sync too."
They ended up tangled in the sheets, laughing so hard neither of them could get through a serious take. The thirst trap never got posted.
But the bloopers?
Those were golden.
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