#caustin

large, extra pepperoni, a caustin one shot

“Name’s Callum.”

Austin watches the shirt stretch over Callum’s back, emblazoned with a cheap, welcoming logo,“What brings you all the way to New York?”

Callum pauses, then looks over his shoulder, face creasing into the sort of smile that belongs on magazine spreads. He isn’t that much taller or bigger than Austin, but he seems to fill up the kitchen, hogging all the air and energy like he’s daring Austin to not share the space. “Came out here to do some modeling. Become an actor. Pizza’s just a side gig when the casting calls aren’t coming.” 

Austin watches Callum sling flour across a counter, drizzling it with practiced flicks of his wrist. “How are the calls comin’?”

Callum grins, grabbing a scraper and using it to dislodge a circular wad of dough from a bowl, dropping it onto the flour and beginning a complicated series of kneading and pulling to spread it out thin. His biceps are still mostly soft, but there’s a pleasant flex to them as he works the pizza dough into a circle with deft hands. “About to be the best damn pizza you’ve ever had, mate.” 

Austin grins, rubbing his cheek and looking down.