#angelo mora

Happy Pride Month!

Jai: Meet John. We met him in a bar just a couple of weeks after Angelo left The Bachelor. It was our...third? date since then.

Angelo: Yeah, third. I mean, after everything that happened on the show though, it really felt like our fifteenth date. We were already talking about moving in together.

Jai: And then in saunters John. This tall hunk of man....

John: Hey now

Angelo: Sweetie, there’s no denying it. You’re gorgeous and it’s what caught our attention. How sweet and funny you are didn’t come until later.

John: Fine, that’s fair, I guess.

Jai: Anyway, we hit it off like... instantly. It’s been six months since the show ended, and we’ve all moved in together in a nice little modern style place in Windy.

John: And who knows from here? 

Angelo: Oh, I do, sweetie. We’re all getting married. After Ian, Corey, and Tommy, of course.

Jai: Oh we are, huh?

Angelo: 100%.

Magnus’ eyes drifted in and out of focus, and he sighed. The news just wasn’t that entertaining, and the movie they had been watching when Ian fell asleep had ended almost half an hour ago. He could almost reach the remote, but not quite. 

His ran his hands through Ian’s soft hair, watching his face as he slept. He sure was a gorgeous man, there was no denying it. And from what Magnus had seen over the last couple of days, he seemed to be a good man, too. Ian had worked hard to make them all feel included, had spent time with each of them throughout the day, trying to make sure no one felt like he was playing favorites. Now, as he dozed on Magnus’ lap, he could see the toll the day had taken on Ian. 

Magnus couldn’t imagine that keeping 11 men happy was easy. But Ian did so flawlessly, never missing a beat. Magnus, at least, hadn’t had a glimmer of doubt that Ian was glad he was there. 

Watcher, but he needed to pee. Ian had shifted ever so slightly, but just enough to press on his bladder and cut off his train of thought. He really had to go. But he knew if he got up, it would wake Ian, and he looked so peaceful. Angelo, asleep on the loveseat next to them, sighed and rolled over. The room was quiet, only the soft sounds of the newscaster filling the air. Magnus shrugged and decided he’d just have to hold it until morning. He scrunched down on the couch, rested his head along the back, and let himself drift. 

Don’t Let Me Down - The Chainsmokers