#drake.thread

Drake was mortified. He wasn’t exactly a big name. Nowhere near big enough to be considered for a movie role, he thought. But he had been proven wrong when the director approached him about a role in the film. He almost never considered acting before that moment, but he knew better than to say no to such a huge opportunity. The book was pretty popular; he knew of it and didn’t pick up a book too often so he figured it at least had a following. He took a flight to the city where filming would commence and problems didn’t start long after. His manager made the mistake of booking his room at the wrong hotel, and Drake wasn’t able to find out until he was in the lobby. He had some money on him, but not even enough to cover one night of the two weeks he originally had planned. And due to the difference In timezones, his manager was fast asleep so any attempt to contact him were futile. He thought hope was completely lost when he saw a familiar face walk through the hotel’s doors: Ethan. He talked to the author a couple times since being casted, hopefully enough for him to be able to do the young model-turned-actor a favor.

The last few days felt… off to Drake. He and Chace usually kept things pretty casual; pretty drama-free. They were both models with big personalities that naturally attracted people, the fact that they attracted each other was anything but shocking. However, there were times when their occupation did get a bit in the way of things. It was Calvin Klein. The Calvin Klein, asking him to model off the underwear that he wore religiously. There was no way he would have said no! But it wasn’t until after he accepted it that he found out Chace was the one they originally got in contact with. He felt terrible about it, and as the days went on it seemed as though his roommate felt the same way.

So he was going to try and fix things. He wasn’t going to cancel on Calvin because that would more than likely kill he career, but he wanted to really get it across to Chace that he felt bad about what happened. He didn’t want things to go sour between them over a pair of underwear. So he made a few calls, including one to the other’s favorite local pizzeria, before he went to see where he was. “Hey,” he announced himself with a couple small knocks on the doorframe. He wore only a pair of-not Calvin Klein- boxer-briefs — partially because he got out of the shower not too long ago, but he also figured it may help his case. “I ordered some pizza if you’re hungry- - could we talk?”

It was a bit bittersweet for Drake to be back in his hometown, mostly for the reason why. His dad was seriously ill, and there was a doctor overseas who was his best chance at recovery. His mother of course wanted to be with him, leaving the house empty for the ninety days they would be away. Drake had just finished filming a cameo for some movie and was more than ready for an extended break, so he flew out to Arizona with Cameron and told his manager after the fact.

He sat on the back porch with his husband, drinks in hand as the sun was in the middle of setting. He was trying his best to have a good time, but was having trouble with everything on his mind. “You like it here so far?” He asked, tone a bit quiet as his head rested against the larger’s shoulder. If he knew he wasn’t going to have the best time, he figured the least he could do was make sure the other did.