[CLOSED] but i know it dont matter.

[gavin lucas carter]

"You're gay?!" He asked with sheer and utter shock. "You can't be gay. You're too.." He held his arms out, like deja vu of the other day. "Buff, you know? I dunno. I sound stupid." He shrugged, walking back over to the door. He opened it and looked out. At least it smelled better than bleach. It smelled like bleach and pine sol. He messed with his hair for a minute, looking out into the hall. He saw the girls were still standing there, and hoped none of them noticed his water bottle.

"It's like watching birds over a piece of bread. This never isn't interesting." He remarked, then looked back at Clinton. He was attractive, yeah. But under that shirt he bet there was muscles Gavin couldn't build up even if he spend the rest of his life working out. He adjusted his jeans absent mindedly, putting his hand in his pocket to make room in his growing-too-tight jeans.

'Once night stand.. Casual fuck.. You'll never be anything more. Your ex lover showed you that.' He thought, looking back out at the girls.

"I've had you so many times, but somehow I want more. I don't mind spending every day.. out on your corner in the pouring rain.." He sang quietly, drumming his other hand on his leg.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton laughed, it still never got old that people didn't think he was gay. Hey, it wasn't his fault he used to be a football star and he loved working out. "You are so stereotyping gay people right now." he said with a chuckle running a hand through his hair allowing his shirt to rise. He yawned, crossing his arms across his chest and watched Gavin amused.

"I find it hilarious watching celebrities get attacked by fans. I see it everyday with my work." he said staring at his nails. "Sorry if the offends you but, it just is." he looked up at him quickly before glancing back down, messing with his cuticals. "Actually when I am at fashion shows that is exactly what it is like for me. All the models want me to take pictures of them. All the agents and managers want to talk to him." he said leaning his head against the wall. "It does get annoying..especially when I have 50 portfolios shoved in my hands." he said with a chuckle.

Clinton looked at him surprised, he had never just listened to him sing before. Earlier he was preoccupied so he didn't pay attention, but now it was all he could focus on. He wasn't sure though if he liked his singing. He had to close his eyes and think about it.

"You are one decent singer." he said opening his eyes again and scanning his body. He looked away though. He was currently hating the fact that he was attracted to him, especially in those tight skinny jeans. God I want him.. he thought to himself staring back at him.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin would have never noticed he was looking because he was too busy watching his water bottle. He wanted to go back out and get it, but then again, he didn't feel like taking pictures. His hair was just thrown however it fell when he brushed it. His under shirt was just white and the blue button down shirt he had over it was just hanging there. But this was his recording clothes. 'I don't even have on a belt..' He thought, chewing on his lip.

"You can't just.. will them away or something? Go out there and get my water bottle? They wont think anything of you. Well, I mean, you're hot but still. You're intimidating." He glanced back at him, seeing he was looking at him before he looked back out at the girls. His curious gaze didn't bother him. He had eyes on him all the time. Most of them horny teenage girls.

"If you go get it, I'll give you my number..." He said, looking over at him. "I'll sign whatever you want? Give you a signed copy of my album? Fuck, I'll make out with you, just go get my water. /Please/." He begged, sticking out his bottom lip as he pretended to pout.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton laughed, amused at how much he wanted his water and how scared he was of the annoying girls. He was about to say that he would go and get it, he wasn't a dick despite what people thought of him when he heard him say something that surprised him. He called him hot. That was the last thing that he expected would come out of his lips. First he said he wasn't gay, then cute and now hot..he had no idea where Gavin was going to go and he honestly didn't want to.

He cleared his throat when he heard what he didn't want to hear. The things that he would be willing to do just in order for him to go out and get his bottle of water. He couldn't help but find it pathetic. A grown man being to scared of teenagers to go out and get one tiny water bottle.

"You don't need to beg." he said simply. "But I might take one of those offers." he said with a smirk running another hand through his hair as he walked past him, purposefully making their shoulders touch.

He walked down the hallway and simply picked up the water bottle. The girls stared at him, a look that was all to familiar to him. They thought he was attractive. "I'm gay." he said simply, trying not to laugh as he watched their faces fall. He then turned around and walked back towards Gavin.

"Here is your water." he said with a smile handing it to him. "Now..which of your offers should I take..I have no interest in your music. Or your signature. Your number is of some interest, but your lips are also.." he said with a smirk leaning against the wall again.

[gavin lucas carter]

He watched him walk out, then walk back with his water. He was grateful to him for getting it for him. It wasn't that he was scared of them, it was that he didn't want to be caught up in their antics again, and end up being swarmed by girls. He swore they had a secret call to other girls or something, the way they all seemed to locate one one area. Especially bathrooms he noticed.

"You can have both. I don't care. I just wanted my water." He said, setting it down on the floor next to his feet. He looked up at him, debating for a moment if he was seriously going to do this. He didn't know the guy, the guy didn't know him, and the last thing he needed was a boyfriend back home when he had to go on tour in a few short weeks. But he had promised him. And Gavin didn't break promises, even the ones he made when drunk and didn't remember. He gently wrapped his arms around Clinton's shoulders, pulling him down to him. He hesitated a moment, looking up at him. Then he kissed him slowly, unsure of the action. Then he opened his mouth a bit and his tongue found Clinton's and he eased up. His hand went to the base of his neck, the other into his hair as he pulled him closer into the kiss. He kissed him as deeply as he could manage, ignoring the butterflies he was getting in his stomach. Clinton was just his photographer, right? Nothing more.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton was surprised when Gavin agreed to giving him both things. He hadn't expected at all that he would actually go through with his promise. Great, now he probably thinks I'm a royal dick. he thought to himself as he looked at Gavin. Even though he wanted to kiss and wanted his number he didn't want it under the current situation. That wasn't the right thing. He would be a dick to except something so personal under such strange circumstances.

He was surprised when he felt Gavin's hands on his shoulder, he was about to say something to stop it but he couldn't. He didn't want it to stop, even though he knew it was wrong. He wrapped his arms around Gavin, pressing his hands against his lower back.

Surprise wasn't something that he usually felt. But damn, when he felt Gavin's smooth, soft, warm lips against his own that was exactly what he was. He let his eyes flutter shut as he instinctively pulled him closer to his body, wanting to feel more of his warmth.

He had to bite back a moan when he felt Gavin's tongue against his own. It felt amazing, it had only been a couple of moments but he could already tell that this was the best kiss he had ever had. And he had a lot of experience when it came to kissing and sex.

Clinton kissed him back just as deeply as Gavin was kissing him. He let his tongue roam around his mouth, into uncharted and unknown territory. The feel of his mouth was something new, something exciting. He pulled away out of breathe, but he didn't stay away long because he quickly went back to kissing him, not enjoying the absence of his mouth.

Every thought that he was having that was emotional he tried to push away. He didn't want to think about having a relationship with a possible buisness partner, it was too risky. But, with how much he wanted to kiss him. To hold him close and to just be with him in general he had no idea if that was possible. He knew for a fact that after this kiss he would never be able to look at him the same again. That he would always connect Gavin to this kiss. Deep down, he wanted more.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin couldn't help but feel attracted to him, drawn to him. The way he was being kissed, the feeling of being in Clinton's arms. Something about it all felt right. No matter how bad he wanted it to feel wrong, it felt right. Better than kissing the last person he was with. The first and last. He ran his fingers through the hair close to the nape of his neck. knowing if anyone touched his own hair, he would throw a fit. He dropped his hand to his shoulder, pulling him closer.

He had promised him he would make out with him, and that was what he had all intentions of doing. After a series of small, gentle kisses, he pulled him in for another deep one, the hand on his shoulder gripping him tight. He didn't want to let go, didn't want it to end. He wished something would go wrong, just so he would have an excuse to stop. Because not even his lack of air was stopping him. He pulled away for a quick breath, just far enough so that their lips were still touching before he opened his mouth a bit wider, his tongue finding Clinton's before he kissed him yet again. He heard his phone go off, but it sounded a million miles away. He thought nothing of it, ignored it as long as he could. It stopped ringing, and he pulled Clinton closer, deepening the kiss again. His phone went off again and he groaned, pulling away. His chest rose and fell in an attempt to get his breath back.

"H-hello?" He answered. It was his manager, asking him were he was.

"Went to go get water and I got chased. I'm trying to find my way ba-... no. Cheetos? Okay. Yeah. Bye." He hung up his phone, figuring their snack run could wait a few more minutes. His lips found Clinton's again, and he held him close.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton was really starting to hate the fact that he was attracted to Gavin. He didn't want to be attracted to anyone. He was having the best time of his life. He was young and doing something that he loved. He didn't want to be tied down to someone. Besides, the last relationship he had didn't end well. It left him just wanting to party and ignore what his heart wanted.

He pressed Gavin closer to his body, slipping a hand up the back of his shirt. He wanted to feel his smooth skin. He wanted to know more then anything if Gavin wanted this as much as he did. He was leaning towards the fact that he did, especially when he was ignoring his phone. Clinton sighed when he pulled away. He ran a hand through his hair, watching him closely. He watched the way his lips were moving, how he was standing.

Clinton opened his mouth wider, letting their tongues find each other. He couldn't take it anymore, He lifted him up and pressed him against the wall, trying not to whimper at the feeling of their bodies even closer together.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin couldn't help but whimper, even if this was really high on his list of things not to do. He didnt want sex, not after the numerous nights his ex held him down, forced him to. He couldn't remember even once enjoying having sex with him. It had pretty much ruined the entire thing for Gavin.

"Slow down.." He said, pulling away a bit. He was cute, yeah. But Gavin really didn't need a boyfriend right now. Or a play thing. Especially a play thing. "I said make out, not fuck me." He said, but wrapped his legs around his waist nonetheless. He kept telling himself it was so Clinton couldn't drop him, that is was instinct, that it was everything besides the fact he really did feel attracted to Clinton, and that if Clinton kept pushing the issue, he really would end up sleeping with him.

He ran a hand up the side of his neck, kissing him again. Something told him not to, but he did it anyways. Kissing him was addicting. He pulled him closer, thinking that if this wasn't mixed signals, he didn't know what was. He finally pulled away just to look at him. "Please.. tell me I don't like you.. Tell me you're straight and curious.. You're a rapist like my ex.." He reached over, touching his cheek. He ran his thumb over his cheek. 'If I fall, you'd better catch me..' He thought.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton nodded wanting to respect him in everyway. "Of course." he said with a soft smile. He never wanted to hurt anyone, didn't want to push someone out of their comfort zone just for his own pleasure. "Oh I know..this is just more..comfortable." he said with a smile leaning down to kiss him gently.

He let a small noise escape his lips when he felt Gavins legs tighten around his waist. Something about the feeling of his legs around him...it felt perfect. It seemed like they felt perfectly in the space slightly above his hips. He shook his head of the thought, willing it to go away. He didn't want a relationship, he was too young to have anything serious.

Clinton kissed him back again, loving the way their mouths moved together, how there was just the right amount of dominance between them. It scared him when he frowned when he pulled away again. He smiled at him, looking into his blue eyes. He knew he could look at them forever, he could get lost in his perfect eyes, get lot in the sea of blue.

He leaned into his touch listening, he was surprised when he realized Gavin was just as confused as he was about what he wanted. Clinton grew mad when he heard that his last boyfriend raped him. He had to try hard to control his anger. The thought of someone hurting someone, someone that they liked pissed him off more then anything.

"I am positive that I am gay." he said with a chuckle. "And I would never hurt anyone...I can barely kill a fly." he chewed on his lip trying to figure out what to say. "I like you. I like you a lot." he said leaning down and kissing him gently. "But I can't tell you what to feel. You have to figure that out yourself."