[CLOSED] give you fever.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin smiled, looking over at him. "That's fine. My manager told me not to mess with you. But that's kinda really hard. You're cute." He ran his tongue across his teeth, looking out at the empty park. He was glad no one was there, no fans to bother him. Not that they all bothered him. He just had trouble shooting pictures and signing autographs at the same time. He laid back on the table, looking up at the tree above them.

"Looks like they're going to be making acorns soon, huh? I never knew much about trees." He stood up on the table, balancing himself on one leg. He reached up into to the tree, trying to grab one of the buds. His shirt came out of the front of his jeans, riding up enough to show his pale stomach.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton blushed, "Thank you." he said smiling looking back down at the flower. He was glad that they weren't in some studio. He liked to be outside, he hated being locked away all day. He glanced at Gavin from the corner of his eye, blushing when he saw his tongue run across his teeth. "I love your hair." he whispered smiling, turning his attention back to the small flower.

"I know nothing about plants." he said laughing picking up one of the cameras and snapping a picture of him laying down on his back. He was surprised when he saw him stand up, and his eyes went wide when he saw his flat stomach. He quickly looked away, not wanting to be turned on anymore then he already was.

He stood up next to him. Quickly grabbing a bud on one of the shorter branches. "Here." he said with a smile handing it to him.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin watched him pluck off one of the buds and took it with a smile. "Thanks." He said, looking down at it in his hand. "But I want that one." He said, pointing to the one he was reaching for. He wasn't one to just have his attention averted. He leaned over again, plucking it off the branch. He sat back down on the table, looking at them. The one he had picked was a little bigger. It looked almost fake.

"I used to take these and grab my sling shot. And I'd climb up on the roof of the house and sling them at people passing by. I guess it hurt." He laughed, plucking one of them away, then the other. "I never stopped to ask. But I can imagine this being thrown at you hurts like hell." He smiled over at him, folding his arms across his legs.

"You can't be gay. You're too.. buff." He said, holding out his arms. He folded them back, shrugging his shoulders. "Guess you're on top then, huh?"

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton couldn't help but laugh at the mention of hitting people with acorns. "That sounds like a ton of fun." he said starting to think about his childhood. He had tons of fun with his friends, especially when it came to football. That was his favorite sport..still is and always will be.

"Just because I have a lot of muscle doesn't mean I'm not gay." he said laughing "It's because of football." he said simply looking out at the park before turning his attention back to Gavin. "And yes, so you would have to be stuck on the bottom."

[gavin lucas carter]

"I only see one problem with your statement there." He said, holding up his index finger before folding his hands together in his lap. "I wouldn't be /stuck/ on bottom. I /choose/ to catch." He smirked, looking out at the park again.

"And I don't bang people I barely know. I have too many people following me around." He pointed to the swing sets, tapping his foot on the seat of the table.

"You think my big ass would fit on one of those?" He asked, looking back at Clinton. He wasn't about to sit around for an answer.

"You promised me heaven, and put me through hell." He sang, walking over to his cameras. He carefully picked a couple up, knowing he was a bitch when it came to his mics. He carried them over, setting them gently in the grass. He walked over to one of the swings, sitting down on it.

"Whee." He said, pushing back and forth on it.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton looked at him, wondering how he could have gotten stuck with him to photograph. "God I'm not a whore." he said looking at him. He hated one people thought that of him, it pissed him off. He liked sex as much as the next guy but he hated people who slept around or just did it for the hell of it.

"Don't touch them!" he called jumping off the picnic table, cringing as he watched him carry his two favorite cameras away. "Dick.." he mumbled to himself as he picked up the rest of his equipment.

"Never touch them again." he said shooting him a glare as he sat down and started taking picture.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin shrugged at his glare. People had done worse. "Fine. I don't help you. Carry them around like a mule yourself. I don't give a fuck." He shrugged again, swinging on the swing. He wasn't one to be nice to people who just randomly snapped at him. He was bound to snap right back.

"And while we're at it, I may as well say I wouldn't bang you anyways. You're cute, but you're not that cute." He turned his hips around and around, the chains on the swing starting to twist together. He let go and spun around, an indifferent look on his face. Now he just wanted to go home. 'If I would have known I was being stuck with an ass, I would have told them to use the pictures they already had.' He thought. He decided he had enough pictures for the day.

"Okay, I'm going home." He said, getting up. He fixed his jeans, texting his manager than he was done with his shoot. "I have to bring my mom to chemo. Just, drop them off or something. Whatever it is you people do." He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets as he started to walk away.

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton m rolled his eyes, he hated when he didn't get along with his clients. "The one lens is over 2,000 dollars. I just can't afford a new one." he said looking at him before moving so he could take a picture of him from a side angel.

Clinton tried not to glare at him as he snapped another couple pictures. "And I don't have sex with the people I work for." he said back. He placed his camera back in its case and was getting out another one when he heard him say he was leaving. "You haven't used a full hour. That means this will cost double." he said simply putting his cameras away. If they didn't use the time he made them pay more. He hated when people wasted his time.

"I'll drop them off in 3 days." he said as he watched him walk away. He had no idea what to think of him at all. And Clinton hated that.

[gavin lucas carter]

Gavin gritted his teeth, walking back to him. "Let me put it like this. I'm going to go take my DYING mother to TREATMENT so I can keep her just a little while longer. Is that okay by you? Or would you like for her to sit around for oh, fifteen more minutes? While you take more pictures? It's bad enough she's in so much pain she cries herself to sleep at night. I'll pay you double. Fuck, I'll pay you triple if I don't have to see your fucking face when you drop them off." All this being said in his normally cool voice, he shoved his hands back into his pockets. "Does that work for you?"

[clinton rick tyler]

Clinton frowned, he had nothing against him taking his mother to get her treatment. Hell, he found it honorable of him. A lot of people he knew would never do that for their parents. "I never said I had anything against that." he crossed his arms looking at him. "I say that to everyone. If you don't fill the time you have to pay more." I told that to your manager when he set up this appointment." he said staring into his eyes.

He leaned over and picked up his cameras putting them over his shoulder before grabbing his tripod. "I think it is very honorable for you to take care of your mom. A lot of people I know never would even think of doing that." he chewed on his lip before continuing. "Alot of people seem to forget about their family when they become famous..it's nice to finally meet someone who didnt lose who they are."