LINKAGE (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 112: TWO THOUSAND PIONEERS

"Shake that hornyness away from you, Isaac.  Remember that talk we had this morning? We have to put it in exercise." Gavin was directing himself to the closet and Isaac followed him. Their clothes and everything were already placed there by the workers of the BHDM before the launch.

"I do remember. I just do not understand why we have to do this. It seems... nonsensical."

"Unfortunately, the mission turned into something more than just landing on the other side of the planet." Gavin said while pacing slowly, choosing something to wear in the mannequins behind the glass. "We need to talk to everyone, we have to make them feel motivated and comfortable with the purpose of being in this ship. And also, we need to keep reporting everything back to Qorjal." He ended up choosing a dark blue fit, his usual presidential color. The collar of the shirt was white but the rest followed the blue. The pants were loose in his legs but fit his waist well.

"Why do people in Qorjal want constant reports from the crew? Are they afraid of something?" Isaac did the same on the other side of the room. The majority of his clothes were black, like Gavin's were dark blue. He chose pants similar to his sun's, and a long sleeved shirt that outlined the muscles of his arms beautifully.

"Yes, they fear millions of things about the mission, however, that is not the only reason. They do not want reports from the entire crew. They want reports from Gavin Brandon Malone and Isaac Bethervan. Why? The insufferable ones, which you know as Kyedoth supporters, think we are here just to escape from our main duty, that we are here on vacation to have drinks and rest away from all the problems of the country." Gavin was now wearing his clothes. After he finished, he wore a pair of black boots that made him five centimeters taller.

"Kyedoth is gone for three months and those people are still causing indirect problems to us. I wonder when we will be free of them." Isaac did the same and now they were almost ready to leave. Gavin grabbed two golden insignias molded in stars. One smaller than the other, like the suns of their celestial structure. Isaac was going to get the smaller one and Gavin the biggest, ironically. The Malone positioned it in the left side of his sun's shirt, matching his own.

"Never, Isaac." He responded while adjusting the insignia in the Bethervan's shirt, staring at his face later. "The rumors of us wanting to not execute our obligations to the nation took insane repercussion. It was spread out across the internet after false information was posted over and over, obviously by them, in order to prejudice our image, which was very good. Doing all of this was the best solution my team found in the short time and resources we had so we do not get in this ship burned with half the country. Billions of people were buying what they were reading. A shame actually. It is easy to check on what is true and false on the internet, but whatever, it is done already. Ten million people cheered for us with all the air in their lungs today and here we are."

"Politics are ridiculous." Gavin gave him a peck on the lips and left the closet since they were already dressed and the subject was over.

"And yet you are the son of two politicians, your sun is the President of your country and you are obsessed with my father which happens to be a political figure as well."

"We do not choose our parents and neither who we love, President." Isaac followed him back to the bedroom area. Gavin stood by the door, waiting for him. "Did you bring my perfume?" Isaac questioned.

"No. I am not your mother."

"Come on, Gavin. I asked you to pack it because I was in a hurry."

"Sorry, I forgot about it. My mind was everywhere else but in your perfume. And who do you want to be perfumed for? Martheust? Come on, Isaac. Let's leave." Gavin left no room for the boy to answer as he touched the display to unlock and open the door. Now they would have to maintain the pose of the beautiful and elegant couple they were and these silly discussions couldn't happen. As a qorjalli politician said once, image is the currency of political thrust – and Gavin's team wanted to maintain his own intact as he was away from his post.