Devil's Effect

Betrayal

It was already late in the day when Ryan and Chester left the Score Clothing studio. Their time had been filled with hours worth of headshots, lots of facial expressions and turning to the left and then the right, both alone and together. "I think my favorite shot from today was the one with you licking my plug," Chester laughed as his fingers found the black and silver jewelry in his earlobe. He flipped it back and forth, the memory from a few hours ago of Ryan's long tongue doing the same thing flooding back. He shifted in his seat.

Ryan glanced over, pulling his eyes from the road as he drove them home. "You like that, don't you? Me playing with your lobes."

Chester nodded. "I do. You might have to add that to your Things That Turn Chester On list." He grinned as he flashed Ryan a smile.

"Already done," Ryan assured him, pointing to his head with one finger, like he'd just written it down on his invisible list. "I liked the ones we did with the black roses."

"You would," Chester laughed. "It was okay. Kissing flowers," he mumbled at the memory of them standing face-to-face while they held matching roses up, kissing them. Their profiles had come out looking good, Chester had to admit. The red background, the dark flowers, the way they'd stared into each other's eyes, so close but not touching.

"Well I like the flowers," Ryan stated stubbornly. "And what are we doing for dinner? I'm starving. I could eat a whole pizza right now by myself."

"Pizza sounds good," Chester seconded as he pulled his phone from his pocket. They weren't far from home. "Maybe I'll order us some instead of cooking." He opened his browser, his intention to look up the nearby pizza place to start building two massive pizzas. After months of living with Ryan and Jason, he knew exactly how to split up two pizzas between the four of them.

He was about to type in the name of the pizzaria, when his eyes flicked down to his three most visited sites, each one with a ready-to-click tab. His attention landed on the one for the YRS website. I haven't checked on our videos in awhile. At least a week. It's still fun to see how they're doing and read all the we-really-miss-you-guys comments. He grinned as he clicked on it, and logged right into his profile.

He made quick work of going to Charlie Bang's personal profile page, and he scanned over all the new comments. He had to laugh at some and smile at others, reading each one out loud for Ryan.

"Go check mine next," Ryan insisted as they pulled into the parking lot of the loft. He didn't keep up with the YRS site as much as Chester, he never had, but he would check it now and again. It was nice to be missed, nice to be appreciated, even for work that was done years ago. He turned the car off and looked over at Chester, who had a scowl on his face. "What? Charlie Bang getting some hate? Come on, Chaz, not everyone can love you."

"It's not that," Chester mumbled, his eyebrows squished together in concentration as he scrolled. "Something's wrong. There's stuff missing."

Ryan leaned over. "What do you mean stuff's missing?" He tried to see Chester's phone, but couldn't make out too much.

"The piano room video is gone. Like, totally gone!" Chester flipped through another page or two, his mouth agape as he searched. "All of my videos with Mike are gone," he announced. "What the fuck?"

"No," Ryan denied. "It must just be a glitch or something. Refresh the page," he suggested as he pointed at the screen.

Chester did, and he waited for the half second it took, but the page didn't change. "It's still not there," he whined.

Ryan pulled his phone out, and skipped right into the YRS site. "It's not there on mine either," he confirmed as he scrolled through the list of YRS top videos. "The ad for the piano room is even gone off the front page."