#falling snowflake

“Adore Delano,” RuPaul looked at her, and she had to fight back tears, even though she knew this was coming. “I’m sorry my dear, but you are up for elimination.”

And there it was. The words were out. She had to lipsync. Not against Laganja, not against Bendela, not against Trinity. Against Bianca fucking Del Rio. The one queen that she respected most, and the one thing she would do anything for. Except going home. No matter how much she loved that old bitter bitch, she was not going home because of her.

“Two queens stand before me. Ladies this is your last chance to impress me and save yourself from elimination,” RuPaul said, and Adore took a deep breath. “The time has come for you to lipsync for your life. Good luck, and don’t fuck it up.”

Adore looked briefly over at Bianca, who had the perfect sassy smirk planted firmly on her face. She bit her lip briefly, determined not to be affected by the other queen. Then the first beats of the well-known song echoed through the room.

She moved her hips as she waited for the lyrics to begin, knowing that she would have to bring her sexiest. However, Adore did sexy, Bianca didn’t. For once, Adore felt like she had the upper hand.

“Baby can’t you see, I’m calling,” Adore stared straight into Michelle Visage’s eyes as she lipsynced, moving her hips, ass and legs just right.

“A guy like you should wear a warning

You’re dangerous

I’m falling”

She moved along the stage, trying to maintain eye contact with the judges. There was no way she was going home. No way.

“There’s no escape

I can’t wait

I need a hit

Baby, give me it

You’re dangerous

I’m loving it”

Adore’s eyes met Bianca’s, and they slowly moved towards one another, until Adore was standing with her back up against Bianca’s chest. As she felt Bianca’s arms wrap around her and move down her body, she slowly slid down to the floor.

“Too high

Can’t come down

Loosin’ my head

Spinnin’ round and round

Do you feel me now?”

As she got up again, she turned around to look Bianca in the eyes, she moved so that their lips were almost touching. She brought one hand up to Bianca’s jaw, then gently pushed her away as the lyrics continued.

“With the taste of your lips I’m on a ride”

They kept on dancing around each other, lips nearly touching, hips grinding, and hands feeling each other’s bodies. It was sensual, it was hot, and it was intimate. Adore was almost wondering if her tuck was starting to come undone.

When she had said that Bianca didn’t do sexy, she was wrong. With the way the other queen teased her and moved her body, she definitely did sexy. Bianca was using her legs, arms and hips for all they were worth, and Adore couldn’t tear her eyes off of her. But neither queen missed a single lyric.

“Intoxicate me now

With your lovin now

I think I’m ready now”

They ended the lipsync face to face, lips almost touching and with one of Bianca’s legs wrapped around Adore’s. The music stopped, and they were brought back to the real world by cheers and applause. Both queens pulled apart with similar blushes, both of them trying to catch their breath.

As Adore looked at the judges’ panel, they seemed to be in shock. Michelle looked as if she wanted them both to be naked, RuPaul looked like she wanted to be up there with them, and Santino looked as if he had just seen his greatest idol. Adore smiled a bit. This was probably going to be close. They had both given it their all.

“Wow,” RuPaul said. “That was. Wow. However, I have made up my mind.”

This was it. Adore felt Bianca’s hand brush against her own, and she glanced over at the other queen. She then took her hand, finally catching onto what Bianca was trying to do.

“Bianca Del Rio, shantay you stay.”

The world felt numb as Adore realized what just happened. She was going to be sent home. At least she lost to Bianca, her best friend. Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her cheek. Bianca slowly wrapped her arms around her, and Adore sobbed into her dress.

“Adore Delano. You may not be a seamstress, but you have charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent like few others. I hope you can take what you’ve learned so far and apply it,” RuPaul said, and Adore nodded.

“I promise. I’ve learnt so much, and I’ll absolutely apply everything I’ve learnt from all of you, both judges and the other queens.”

“Good, because,” RuPaul looked at her. “Adore Delano, shantay you stay.”

It took a few seconds from the words left Ru’s lips until they actually caught up with Adore. They were both staying. None of them were eliminated. She dropped to her knees in relief, outright sobbing.

“Thank you so much,” she said, choking on her own tears. “I won’t disappoint you, Ru. I promise.”

Adore barely even noticed Ru’s next words, because Bianca’s arms were wrapped around her, and she was still trying to calm down from the shock. She muttered an amen when they were supposed to, but didn’t even let go of Bianca as they all danced on the main stage.

On their way back to the werk room, Adore had finally calmed down a little bit, and she tried to keep a conversation going with Jay. It proved to be impossible though, thoughts of Bianca’s lips and legs filling her thoughts. As something touched her lower back, she flinched a bit, but turned her head to see Bianca next to her.

The three of them walked into the workroom together, Bianca’s hand never leaving her lower back. In fact, the hand didn’t move until they were all the way inside and standing around one of the work stations.

“Congratulations on your win, Darienne and Courtney,” Bianca said, smiling at them. The two said queens nodded gratefully and said their thanks, but Courtney’s gaze lingered a bit at Adore as she looked around the room.

“I was so nervous as to who they were going to send home,” Courtney admitted. “You both did such an amazing job. Like, that was basically porn.”

“Yeah, get a room,” Ben said, making Adore and Bianca laugh quietly. They were right. It had been hot and sexual, and there had been several moments where Adore had forgotten all about competition and the other queens. All she had seen was Bianca.

“No, but seriously,” Courtney looked at them. “My tuck came undone, it looked like you were going to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck right there.”

“I’ve already given to charity this year,” Bianca rolled her eyes. Adore laughed, but she couldn’t help but frowning at the comment. It had certainly seemed like Bianca enjoyed that too. “This is a competition, and I do what has to be done. That was a sexy song, I had to be sexy! Am I sexy? No. Do I know how to be sexy together with someone else? Yes. Therefore, the most logical thing for me to do was to dance with Adore instead of against her.”

“So you used me?” Adore asked, and the room that had been filled with giggles and small chatter just ten seconds before, was now completely silent. Bianca opened up her jaw to say something, closed it again, and then she shrugged.

“Well, this is a competition. I’ll do what it takes to save my own ass, and now we’re both here, so I don’t understand why you’re upset. It’s not like I’m the first one to do that! Look at Raja and Carmen!”

Adore ignored her comment and started getting out of drag. She had seen Bianca’s eyes during the lipsync, and she had been just as into it as Adore had.

“Would you have done the same if it was Laganja? Or Joslyn?” she heard Courtney ask Bianca, and she noticed Bianca’s hesitation before answering that of course she would.

“Fuck off, you know you wouldn’t have,” Adore said, the words leaving her mouth before she had even realized it. Bianca looked over at her before looking down, and the whole room was filled with tension. No one said a word, and everyone removed their makeup in total silence. Courtney and Bendela had a small conversation, but no one else dared say a word.

Roy was the first one to leave, Danny following shortly after.

“Bianca!” he called, still not used to using the queen’s boy name. “We need to fucking talk about this.”

With a sigh, the older man turned around and stopped to wait for Danny. He looked unimpressed, and Danny wondered whether this was the right thing to do. They just stared at each other, no one willing to actually make the first move.

“Come up to my room,” Roy eventually gave up with a sigh, motioning for Danny to follow him. The walk to Roy’s room was awkward and tense, and Danny had no idea what to expect from this talk.

Once they were inside, Roy sat down on his bed. Danny stood by the door awkwardly, unsure if he was supposed to sit down next to him.

“Well, are you going to stand there all fucking day, or did you want to talk?” Roy snapped at him, and Danny’s eyes widened. He hurried over to Roy, sitting down next to him.

“Look, I know I’m young and dumb and you couldn’t care less about me, but I know what ‘want’ looks like,” Danny said. “And the way you looked at me during that lipsync? There’s no fucking way you were just doing it to save yourself.”

“I’m not here to get laid,” Roy looked over at him. “But it’s been a couple of weeks, everyone is horny, I’m no exception.”

Danny listened to him, but quickly decided that Roy’s words were a bunch of bullshit. He wanted Roy, and he knew that Roy wanted him too.

“Do you want me?” Danny asked him, and when Roy didn’t answer, he kept on pushing. “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

“Try me.”

As soon as the words left the older man’s lips, Danny leaned in closer. Their lips were almost touching and their breaths mingling. He looked into Roy’s eyes briefly before finally closing the small gap between them.

A low moan escaped him as soon as their lips met. He closed his eyes automatically, just trying to taste as much of Roy as he could. It didn’t take long before Roy broke their kiss, climbing on top of Danny to sit in his lap.

Danny’s arms immediately found their way to Roy’s waist as Roy wrapped his arms around the younger boy’s neck. Their lips met again, and it didn’t take long before Roy deepened their kiss by licking Danny’s bottom lip.

“I do,” Roy moaned, his voice even raspier than usual. “I do want you.”

The noise that escaped Danny’s throat resembled a growl, and he pulled Roy closer as he crushed their lips together again. It wasn’t a perfect kiss, it was messy and their teeth met several times, but it was still one of the best kisses Danny had ever had.

He wasn’t entirely sure who had started undressing whom, but somehow they had ended up shirtless shortly after. It wasn’t the first time they had seen each other shirtless, but Danny let himself admire the older man as his hands wandered up and down his sides. Roy was perfect, and Danny wanted to touch him as much as possible.

As his hand brushed against one of Roy’s nipples, he noticed the other man shudder and let out a low and deep moan. Danny grinned to himself. Roy had sensitive nipples. With that new information, he pulled away from the kiss to start kissing Roy’s jaw, one of his hands teasing Roy’s nipple.

He slowly kissed his way down Roy’s throat and chest, biting down on the places where Roy responded more. When he reached his left nipple, he slowly circled it with his tongue before carefully biting down on it. The moan that left Roy’s mouth shot straight down to Danny’s crotch, and if he hadn’t been hard before, he certainly was now.

Roy must have noticed the change in Danny’s groin, because he slowly moved his hips in a teasing manner. Danny let out a moan as his lids fluttered close. Fuck, he was hornier than he thought. After teasing Roy’s left nipple with his tongue and teeth, he moved to the right one, wanting to take his sweet time. Who knew if he ever got to do this again?

He could feel Roy fumbling with his belt buckle, and Danny bucked his hips forward to help him. Even though he wanted nothing more than to tease Roy and take his time, he was also desperate for Roy to touch him.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” Roy breathed out as Danny kept teasing his nipple. “Ever since I laced you up in that corset, I’ve just wanted you to push me up against a wall and fuck me.”

Danny’s mouth left his nipple, and he stared at the older man. “You have lube and condoms, right?” he asked. There was no way they were fucking without protection, and lube was essential. He didn’t want to hurt the other queen.

Roy rolled his eyes and pointed to a small bag on his night stand. Danny’s eyes darkened, and then Roy got off his lap. The younger boy let out an embarrassing whine, but he realized that Roy was simply moving to lay down on the bed. Danny followed suit, lying on top of him and kissing him hungrily.

“Can we just take off our fucking clothes and be done with it?” Roy asked impatiently as they pulled away. Danny couldn’t help but laugh a bit at how desperate Roy was, but agreed nonetheless. He was painfully hard anyway, and these clothes weren’t helping. In a mess of hands trying to help both themselves and the other, clothes were flying everywhere. Soon enough, they were both naked, and Danny stared at the gorgeous man beneath him.

“Fuck,” Danny swallowed. “You’re, like, really hot.”

Roy actually blushed at the comment, but didn’t tear his eyes off of Danny. Danny wasn’t the only one who had waited for this, and they both needed some time just to look at each other and take all this in.

“Now that we’ve stared at each other for a while, can I suck your dick?” Danny blurted, and as he realized what he had said, he felt like disappearing. What the fuck was that? However, Roy moaned and let out a desperate yes, so he must have done something right. Danny then moved to kiss Roy’s jaw, slowly kissing down his whole body until he was right next to his dick. He avoided it, kissing down the insides of his thighs instead.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your legs?” Danny moaned, leaving small kisses all over the insides of his thighs. “They’re so gorgeous.”

Roy didn’t even get a chance to reply before Danny’s tongue had moved to tease the head of his dick, his hand gripping the base steadily. He very slowly lapped the very tip of his head with his tongue, closing his eyes and letting out soft moans. Danny was a whore, he loved sucking dick, and this was no exception.

As Roy tried bucking his hips, Danny moved the one hand he used to steady himself to Roy’s hip, pressing it down. He was in charge right now. “If you want me to say stop, just say it,” he told Roy. “I’ll do the same.”

He got a confirmative nod from Roy, and with that, Danny finally wrapped his lips around him. The moans leaving Roy’s lips let him know that what he was doing was okay, though, so he slowly moved his head up and down his cock, using his tongue every now and then to tease his head.

After spending some time pleasing Roy, Danny was starting to become desperate. That’s why he pulled off of his dick, looking over at the bag with the lube. Roy seemed to catch onto it, as he hurried to find the lube and a condom, tossing it to Danny.

Danny put the condom aside, opening up the lube and squirting a decent amount onto his fingers. “Legs on my shoulders,” he ordered Roy, looking into his eyes. Roy wasted no time, moving so that his legs were resting on Danny’s shoulders and he was staring up at the ceiling.

After Roy had positioned himself, Danny circled his whole with a lubed up finger, slowly pushing it inside of him. The older man tensed just a tiny bit at the contact, and Danny waited patiently for him to relax. Once he had relaxed, he pushed it in entirely and just pushed it in and out in a slow and comfortable tempo.

“I’ve done this shit before, you can add another,” Roy eventually snapped, and Danny glared up at him with a slight chuckle.

“Demanding bitch,” he told Roy with a grin, but did as he said and added another one. After simply pumping them in and out and scissoring his fingers for a bit, he decided to give Roy what he really wanted, and he curled his fingers slightly to find his prostate. It did take him a couple of tries, but when he eventually found it, Roy moaned loudly.

Eventually, Danny added a third finger. He did not want to hurt Roy, and even if Roy seemingly had forgotten it, they had to walk a runway in two days. This was not the best time to be rushing through and not preparing properly. That’s why he ignored the other queen’s protests and comments about being too careful.

“Can you shut up for like two minutes and just enjoy my fingers in your ass?” Danny eventually snapped after Roy complained for what felt like the twentieth time. Roy did shut up though, and Danny grinned. He awarded the older man with a kiss, continuing the foreplay.

Another finger and a couple more minutes later, and Roy was a moaning and stuttering mess underneath him. Hadn’t Danny been just as horny and desperate himself, he would have laughed at the sight, but he honestly felt the exact same way. As he pulled his fingers out of Roy, the older man immediately rushed to unwrap the condom for him and roll it onto Danny’s dick.

Danny moaned loudly at the touch, and he realized that he hadn’t been touched at all so far. He let Roy put the condom on, enjoying the feeling of Roy’s warm fingers on the base of his dick. After the condom was on, Roy played a bit with his balls, and Danny didn’t know whether to push him off so that they could fuck already, or if he wanted him to keep on doing just that. As Roy was playing with his balls, Danny lubed himself up as to tell Roy that he was ready to fuck.

“I wanna ride you,” Roy told him, and who was Danny to disagree? He just nodded dumbly and sat back, letting Roy take charge from now on. When Roy positioned himself above him and slowly sank down onto his dick, Danny’s entire body shuddered. Fuck, he hadn’t had sex in so long, and this felt amazing.

Roy was tight and warm around him, and Danny could feel Roy’s tense body relaxing more and more as he got used to having Danny inside him. After a couple of seconds where no one moved so that Roy could adjust properly, the older man started moving his hips.

Danny wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck, and their lips met in a messy and uncontrolled kiss. They just wanted to be as close as possible, feeling as much of the other as they possibly could. Roy’s hands were clutching his shoulders, almost painfully, but he didn’t mind. It was obvious that the older man was enjoying it just as much as he was.

They stayed in that position for a while, Roy taking full control over everything, but Danny was impatient. He wanted his control back.

“Get down on all fours,” Danny eventually moaned. “I want to properly fuck you.”

Roy nodded, and Danny noticed the small beads of sweat on his forehead. Sex was hot, it was delicious and enjoyable, but it was also tiring. Roy moved quickly, and it didn’t take long before he was in front of Danny with his ass facing him. Danny moaned at the sight and positioned himself.

He tried being a bit more gentle and careful at first, but it was apparent that neither of them actually wanted that. They wanted fast, hard and hot. So that was what he gave him. He sped up his movements, holding onto Roy’s hips as he thrust into him.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You feel so good.”

“You can fuck me harder,” Roy moaned. “Please.”

Danny didn’t need to be told that twice, and he thrust even harder into the other man. They were moaning and stuttering, and Danny could feel the familiar sensation of an oncoming orgasm.

“I’m coming soon,” he warned Roy, moving his hand to wrap it around Roy’s dick.

“It’s fine, I am too,” Roy stuttered out. After a few more thrusts and a couple of tugs from Danny, Roy came all over Danny’s hand with a loud moan. Danny followed shortly after, thrusting into him fast and hard as he came.

Roy collapsed onto the bed, and Danny moved to lay down next to him, catching his breath. He had just fucked Roy Haylock. He had just fucked Bianca Del Rio.

“With the taste of your lips I’m on a ride,” Danny sang quietly, earning a laugh from the other queen.

“Come on, let’s take a shower. We can go for round two tomorrow.”

Fuck it, Danny would personally have to thank Britney Spears for this.

To be completely honest, Roy Haylock never really liked being a teacher. However, he had to do something for a living, and he wasn’t earning nearly enough money as a drag queen. Yeah, okay, he was popular as Bianca Del Rio, but he wasn’t big enough to live out of drag. Therefore, when they were looking for a teacher at the local high school, Roy decided to apply.

So there he was, three years later, stuck as a teacher. He was still doing drag, but not nearly as often. He had tests to grade, he had homework to give, and he had lessons to plan. And this year he even had two whole new subjects, so he didn’t really have much time for doing his shows as Bianca.

Even though he didn’t have much time in actual drag, he did spend quite some time as Bianca online. There was this chat forum that was pretty popular inside of the drag community, and if Bianca couldn’t insult people to their faces, you could be sure she would drag their asses online. High school teachers sure did have a lot of unresolved anger.

Through the chat forum, Bianca had also met someone. Her name was Adore Delano, and Roy was pretty sure that he was in love with her. Maybe she wasn’t the brightest, but she was fun and kind, and he needed that in his life.

She was the one to start the conversation, actually, and Roy had been very surprised.

Message from Adore Delano [6:21 pm]:

Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I fucking love how you always know when and how to come up with the perfect comeback. You seem cool!

Message from Bianca Del Rio [6:22 pm]:

Thank you! It’s something I’ve done for a long time, it comes to me naturally

Message from Adore Delano [6:24 pm]:

How long have you done drag?

Message from Bianca Del Rio [6:25 pm]:

12 years, so I’m beginning to feel old

Message from Adore Delano [6:27 pm]:

Let me judge if you’re old. How old are you?

Message from Bianca Del Rio [6:28 pm]:

32. What about you? You seem young.

Message from Adore Delano [6:30 pm]:

Yeah, I’m a senior

Message from Bianca Del Rio [6:31 pm]:

Oh! So you’re what? 23?

Message from Adore Delano [6:34 pm]:

Yeah, 23 They had continued talking about anything and everything, and suddenly they were talking to each other at least twice a day. After they had been talking constantly for over a month, Roy had been the one to ask if they wanted to meet up. He had no idea if the queen lived on the opposite side of the country, but Roy was willing to travel quite far to meet Adore.

However, Adore had told him that she wasn’t ready to meet him yet, and Roy just had to accept that. Noticing that he had stopped getting ready for work because he was thinking of Adore, again, he groaned inwardly. He wasn’t used to being in love.

Rushing to get done in time of his first class, he decided to skip breakfast. He ran to his car, noticing that he was supposed to be at work in 5 minutes. Luckily, the teachers were supposed to show up 10 minutes before class started, so he wouldn’t be late to class. That was the scary part about the days where he didn’t start working until the class before lunch. He always figured he had better time than he actually did.

The drive to the school took about 10 minutes, and because he struggled to find a available spot to park his car, he made it into his classroom just in time. He looked at the selection of students and realized that this was the Senior politics class. Great.

Technically, the teachers weren’t allowed to like or dislike some students more than others, but oh my god. They were humans too! Of course they wouldn’t feel neutral about their students. Roy was pretty happy with most of them, but he did prefer a couple, and he did have one student in each grade he just didn’t like.

Senior grade? Daniel Noriega. Roy knew that he was teased quite a bit for being gay, and he had almost taken a liking to him just because of that at first. Then it became quite obvious that this boy didn’t care about anything other than doing exactly what he wanted. Roy had tried to be nice for him, but Noriega had to be one of the dumbest, most annoying people he had ever met.

Already during their first lesson ever, Danny had become a problem. He didn’t want to put his feet off of his desk, and Roy just had to give up eventually and give him detention for not listening.

After grading three of his tests, Roy was sure that the boy would never be able to pass his SATs. He would probably just spill ketchup on it and hand it in with a shrug, going on about being a Libra.

Long story short, Roy got tired of his bullshit, and he started treating him as he would if he hadn’t felt sorry for him for being gay. That meant that he had detention with him almost every day, mostly in lunch break.

Everyone knew that they disliked each other, both students and staff. Yet somehow, there was this rumor going around that they were fucking. The thought alone disgusted Roy.

First of all, the boy was his student. Second, Daniel Noriega was Daniel Noriega, and he was not Roy’s type. Third, Roy was kind of in a relationship already, although not a sexual one. God, he wished it were. He was getting kind of desperate for a lay soon.

“Hey Mr. Haylock,” Danny said as he walked inside the classroom, forcing Roy out of his thoughts. He sighed and greeted him back, then turning towards the blackboard. He tried to remember what they were going to go through today, but he was stuck. After a little while, he wrote the words ‘IDEOLOGIES’, looking at the students.

“Can anyone tell me five political ideologies?” Roy asked them, happily seeing that most of the class had their hands up. However, Danny was sitting on his phone, and most likely not even listening.

“Ketchup,” he called him, using his nickname. It had been well used the past months, and Danny was nearly responding as well to the nickname as he did his actual name. When the boy didn’t look up, Roy looked at Courtney, who sat next to Danny, with a pointed look. She tapped his shoulder, and Danny looked up at him. Roy repeated the question, before turning to the board and writing down the numbers 1-5.

When he turned back towards him, Danny looked like he was about to panic. Fucking hell, that was probably the easiest question of the year. Roy waited impatiently, and finally Daniel opened his mouth to ramble a bunch of curse words. He was indeed pretty sure that he mentioned communism and Nazism, but Roy just stared at him.

“Detention,” he said. “One hour after school. Because of language and phone usage.” Roy smiled at him sarcastically before continuing the lesson. He could hear Danny call him a bitch, but he didn’t really care. When the lunch bell rang, Roy sighed and shook his head. For once he didn’t have any lunch detentions, so he made his way over to Darienne’s office.

Darienne was the main English literature teacher, and probably most of the kids’ favorite teacher of their least favorite subject. Darienne spent most of class talking about herself, and didn’t really care if they were on the phones. However, the students always did pretty good on her tests, so Roy was a bit unsure of what exactly was going on there.

When he arrived he noticed Sutan and Jinkx sitting there already. Sutan was Roy’s best friend, also a drag queen, and the only one who knew about any of the online dating. Jinkx was one of the music and drama teachers at the school, and sometimes she and Darienne had drama classes together.

“Hi!” Roy smiled and sat down together with them. To be honest, the teachers at this school probably had more cliques than the students, but that was just how it was. They were too many teachers to sit all together.

“So,” Sutan turned over to him. “No lunch detention today? This must be the first time in two weeks!”

“Nine days,” Roy corrected him. “It’s after school today. I’m so fucking tired of his bullshit. To make it even better, he’s in my next fucking class too! And as of this month, a part of my homeroom group after that cunt in the office across mine quit.”

“At least he’s not as emotionless as that guy in my class,” Sutan reminded him, and everyone knew exactly who he was talking about. There was this guy called Matt, and multiple teachers had put in letters of concern. It was as if he was sleepwalking the whole day, not even his girlfriend managed to put some emotion onto that face.

“Today I asked him to point out where Indonesia is on a map, and he just raised his hand and pointed to the map,” Sutan said. “I wanted to laugh along with the other students, but I was just standing there in shock.”

Roy had known Sutan for the past eight years, when they had been booked for the same gig. Bianca and Raja had hit it off immediately, and they had agreed on going on a date as boys. While on the date, they both agreed that they would be much better off as friends (and perhaps a casual fuck).

Sutan was actually the one to tell him about the available teaching position, as it was a position that included teaching together with Sutan. It was a class where the students would learn how to sew clothes. It was quite popular amongst the girls, and a couple of the guys.

“Well, Ketchup surprised me today,” Roy said. “He actually managed to answer when I asked him if he knew five political ideologies,” he put up his hand and raised each finger for each word he said. “Communism, fuck, shit, Nazism, bitch.”

Suddenly, everyone were talking about their worst students of the day, though they never actually used their names. They all knew who the others meant anyway, as they had a lot of the same students.

To be completely honest, the rest of the day was completely boring. Danny didn’t show up to European history, and Roy was almost – just almost – disappointed that he wasn’t there. The rest of his classes were mostly tests and practical exercises, so Roy didn’t really have much to do other than prepare Danny’s detention.

Not even five minutes after the final bell, Danny walked into his office and slumped down onto the chair in front of the desk, putting his feet up. Roy was about to tell him that his detention had been extended to two hours, but Danny beat him to it.

“So,” the boy yawned and looked up at him. “I’m ready for my two hours of detention.”

“Feet off the desk, Ketchup,” Roy rolled his eyes at him. “And you only had one, but I’ll gladly give you two.”

He gave Danny some assignments to do and found his phone, wondering if Adore was online. If he were correct, she should be online now. She wasn’t though, so Bianca decided to at least message her to message her back when she had the time.

While Danny did the assignments, he texted Sutan. Fuck, he was in need of a beer soon, or just a girl’s night with wine and gossiping.

Message from Roy Haylock [4:43pm]:

You up for a girl’s night tonight? Wine at my place at 8?

Message from Sutan Amrull [4:45pm]:

I’ll be there <3 Is it like a bring your own wine night, or are you actually treating you cheap bitch?

Message from Roy Haylock [4:47pm]:

I was about to treat you until you called me a cheap bitch. Bring your own.

Message from Sutan Amrull [4:50pm]: Thanks babe, I’ll be there empty handed but with good mood! <3

Message from Roy Haylock [4:51pm]: Please don’t leave me. I’m stuck in detention with Ketchup the next 40 minutes.

Message from Sutan Amrull [4:52pm]:

A two-hour detention? You sure you aren’t just using it as an excuse to fuck?

Message from Roy Haylock [4:53pm]:

I’m pretty sure I would have done this a lot differently if I wanted to fuck him

Message from Sutan Amrull [4:54pm]:

You’re the shittiest flirter I know though, things would probably be as they are now even if you tried

Message from Roy Haylock [4:55pm]:

At least I have a boyfriend, dickhead

Message from Sutan Amrull [4:56pm]:

A girlfriend with a penis* that you don’t even know if actually exists

Roy glared at his phone screen, realizing that Sutan did have a point. How did he know that he wasn’t being catfished? Especially since Adore didn’t even want to meet him.

Message from Roy Haylock [5:00pm]: I’m going to ask her to meet again. If she still says no, I’ll know that something’s wrong.

Message from Sutan Amrull [5:02pm]:

Okay. Just in case you do have a heart, and it by some miracle gets broken (or shattered, seeing as it has to be made out of fucking ice), I’m here for you. Message from Roy Haylock [5:03pm]: Thanks, bitch. Love you <3

Message from Sutan Amrull [5:05pm]:

Yeah, yeah, you too.

Roy then put his phone down and looked over at Danny to see him working at the assignment about European agriculture. He seemed focused and as if he was actually trying, and Roy was proud of him. He was always proud of his students when they tried harder than they usually did.

Ten minutes too early, he told Danny that his two hours were up.

“And please stop wasting my time,” he sighed. “Both in class and after school. I do actually have another life than watching annoying teenagers.”

Roy didn’t get more than a shrug in reply, but he supposed that was better than nothing. With another sigh, he went to pack up his stuff. At least he wouldn’t be the last teacher to leave today. He knew that Jinkx had detention with her whole junior music class today, after they had done some illegal things Roy didn’t even want to know about.

He drove home, frowning as he still hadn’t received a reply from Adore. After just staring at the screen for a little while, he put his phone down on the counter and went to his living room to watch some crap on the television.

After an episode of friends, he heard the familiar notification from the messaging app, and Roy rushed to the kitchen. Adore had replied to him, and his heart was fluttering like crazy.

Adore had call him sexy queen, and Roy honestly felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest. That was definitely the first time someone had told him that he (or Bianca) was sexy.

Roy decided to try and keep it cool, so he just asked her what she had been up to. She hadn’t really responded to that exact question, but rather told him what she was thinking about doing later. Nobody knew how much Roy wanted to meet her and hold her, and hopefully fuck her. God, he was really fucking horny these days.

So he did what he told Sutan he would do; he asked Adore when they would meet. She told him that she didn’t know, but this time she actually gave him a reason. Despite being called grandma, Roy kept being nice to her. Being himself though, he pointed it out to her too. He wasn’t usually nice.

When the reply he got from Adore after he had been all nice to her had been ‘party’, however, he decided that Adore was the most adorable moron he had ever talked to. Usually that kind of behavior would annoy the fuck out of him.

After talking to her a bit more, he noticed that he had got a message from Michelle Visage, the vice principal at school. Apparently, he had to call her.

“Hello, Visage,” Michelle replied, and Roy put on a fake nice voice.

“Hi, it’s Roy Haylock!” he said, trying to sound even somewhat happy. “You told me to call?”

“Yes, Mr. Haylock,” she cleared her throat. “According to Mr. Amrull, you seem to have quite a lot of problems with one of your students. Mr. Amrull told me that it takes up much of your personal time too, seeing as he often gets detentions and extra assignments.”

“Yes, uhm,” Roy almost panicked, thinking about what to say next. “His name is Daniel Noriega. He has been nothing but trouble since my first class with him. At least in detention, he does the assignments I give him. It’s really no huge deal, it’s getting better.”

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure that he wasn’t causing you too much trouble. Thank you, Mr. Haylock. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

Roy didn’t even get the chance to reply before she hung up, and he just stared at his phone. He even forgot that he was supposed to answer Adore until she messaged him again.

He typed out a quick message about what happened without going into too much detail and sent it, before checking the time. It was getting late, and if he were supposed to eat before Sutan was coming over, he’d better start making dinner soon.

Putting the phone down, he found everything he needed to make a veggie lasagna. That way he could just freeze it and warm it up later the rest of the week. He hated cooking, but he was actually kind of okay at it. It was just way too much effort.

Dancing and singing aloud to some music while cooking, he totally forgot replying to Adore until all that was left was to actually bake the lasagna. Everything was pretty nice and innocent until Roy pointed out that he wasn’t exactly together with her because of their non-existent sex life, but because of her personality.

That’s when she had suggested sexting, and Roy could feel blood rushing straight to his dick. Fucking hell, he almost didn’t even cared that she called him grandma again. His impulses told him to talk back however, so he did. He also made sure to tell her that yes, sexting would definitely be okay.

It seemed as if Adore didn’t believe him at first, but when she did, Roy was already lost in his thoughts of her. Then she started talking about wearing white and revealing lace panties, and Roy had to see. He asked for a picture, and oh god, that was so hot. The clear outline of Adore’s dick with the panties clinging to it almost made Roy’s mouth water.

He hadn’t had sex ever since he started talking to Adore, and when he masturbated he had to use either porn or his imagination. Now, however, he even had a picture of Adore’s dick. However, he would gladly tear away the panties to reveal simply the dick underneath them.

Message from Bianca Del Rio [7:22pm]:

Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I’d like to just tear those off of you

Message from Adore Delano [7:23pm]:

Are you touching yourself? If so, take of your clothes I want you naked

If Roy hadn’t been touching himself before, something he was a bit uncertain whether he had done or not, he definitely was now. He took off his t-shirt and his underwear, wrapping a hand around his aching dick. Fuck, that felt so good. Adore made another grandma comment, and Roy felt his dick soften just a bit, but this was too good to stop.

Message from Bianca Del Rio [7:26pm]:

Turnoff, much, Adore? But, thanks I guess.

Message from Adore Delano [7:29pm]:

Sorry, not sorry. But babe? Would you fuck me? Would you lie me down on the mattress and straddle my legs as you fingered me open? Or would you lick my ass while I sucked your dick?

That message nearly killed Roy, who kept imagining the words Adore were writing coming alive. He fucking wanted Adore so bad, it was painful. Struggling to type, he answered. He wrote some of the things he wanted to do, and then went back to taking care of his dick, which was begging for more attention.

Message from Bianca Del Rio [7:32pm]:

Both, but I would be toying with your balls, bring you right to the edge without touching your dick. I would stop right before your orgasm, let you calm down a bit, and then slowly fuck you completely senseless.

After sending the message, Adore asked him for a picture back, and Roy was a bit surprised by himself that he went along with it, but he sent one anyway. He kept on masturbating while trying to reply to the messages. The thought of Adore coming just because of him was nearly enough to get him over the edge, but he went back to look at the picture of his dick inside the panties. Roy came hard, his breaths heavy and uneven.

Adore texted him that he had never come so hard before, and Roy grinned to himself as he put his underwear back on. He cleaned himself quickly with a paper towel before replying that he couldn’t wait until they could actually do this in person. Then he checked the time, and his eyes widened. Sutan would be there in 15 minutes.

Message from Bianca Del Rio [7:46pm]:

Sorry, but I have to go. Talk to you tomorrow <3 I’ll even send you a good morning message :*

Message from Adore Delano [7:48pm]:

Okay, grandma- should have known that you’re too old to stay up after sex ;) I mean, it only happens once a year

Message from Bianca Del Rio [7:48pm]:

Do you want that fucking message or not?

Message from Adore Delano [7:50pm]:

Sorry x btw did you eat your dinner??

Roy glared at his phone and logged off, he had completely forgotten about the lasagna. However, a shower had to be first priority. He could bake the lasagna once Sutan arrived. Luckily, he had never heard of a drag queen that was early, so he supposed he had a bit more time than 10 minutes.

It was ten past eight when Roy stepped out into the living room, and there was nothing implying that Sutan had arrived yet. He shrugged and put the lasagna into the oven, jumping a bit at the sound of the door bell.

“Come in!” he shouted, knowing that he could be heard from the outside, and that Sutan had the spare key. Sutan walked inside, empty handed as he had promised.

“I forgot dinner,” Roy admitted, unable to stop smiling and moving along to the music playing in the background. “Want some veggie lasagna? It’s actually homemade! Aren’t you proud of me?”

“Extremely,” Sutan sighed and leaned on the counter. “You seem way too happy to be the Roy Haylock I know. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Roy promised him. “After a glass of wine or three.”

“After three glasses of wine you usually ask me why I’m never naked around you anymore,” Sutan said dryly, and Roy blushed. He admitted that he could be quite the whore once he had some alcohol.

“Yeah, true,” Roy shrugged, he wasn’t that ashamed about it. He knew that Sutan didn’t care, so he didn’t either.

“So, how was the detention? You sure you didn’t fuck, seeing as happy as you are right now?” after finishing the question, Sutan went over to find two wine glasses. He then browsed through Roy’s wine, grabbing one of his better reds.

“That’s expensive though,” Roy groaned, but not taking it away from him. “And yes, I’m sure we didn’t fuck. I don’t want to fuck him! He’s 18 and one of my students!”

“That didn’t stop Sharon, she’s still doing Alaska every weekend, she’s her student,” Sutan shrugged, and Roy frowned. He didn’t even know that, and now he definitely needed the wine.

“Well, that doesn’t change anything for me,” Roy shook his head. “Let it be known that I will never do anything remotely sexual with any of my students, especially not Daniel Noriega.”

They chatted about everything coming to their minds while waiting for the lasagna, managing to empty the whole bottle of wine before the lasagna even was set on the table. Roy just found another one, looking at Sutan.

“We sexted,” he blurted out. “Me and Adore. That’s why I’m so happy. Of course, actually fucking would have been better, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“I knew that it had to be sex,” Sutan chuckled. “You’re never in a good mood unless you’ve just fucked someone.”

“Whatever queen,” Roy rolled his eyes and poured them some more wine, handing him a plate of lasagna as well. As they ate, they talked a bit about some work gossip, both what they had heard from the teachers and what they had heard from the students.

Then after they had finished eating, they kept on drinking until they were drunk and laughing at each other. Roy prayed that he didn’t have a hangover tomorrow, regretting that last glass.

“Are you staying over?” he asked Sutan, who just nodded tiredly. Sutan had almost everything he needed here, as did Roy at Sutan’s. They spent a lot of time with each other, and more often than not, they ended up staying over for the night.

“I’m sleeping in your bed though,” Sutan told him matter-of-factly. “We have work tomorrow, I’m not sleeping on your fucking couch.”

It wasn’t as if it was unusual for them to sleep in the same bed either, so Roy honestly didn’t fucking care what Sutan did. As long as he didn’t burn his house down or something, he supposed he was good. He brought a bunch of water bottles to bed, drinking one now and handing one to Sutan before putting the others on his nightstand. Anything to avoid a hangover while at work.

Right as he was about to fall asleep, he heard his phone go off, and he checked it to see that it was Adore. He smiled softly and told her good night, falling asleep with a smile on his lips.

By some miracle, Roy woke up without a headache, something that Sutan certainly did not. As promised, he messaged Adore before going to make breakfast for both him and Sutan.

From Bianca Del Rio [7:02am]:

Good morning, love x May your day be as awesome as you <3

Roy felt incredibly cheesy as he wrote this, but he decided that he should send it anyway. Adore would love it, and if it made her happy, Roy would be too.

After getting Sutan out of bed, handing her some pain killers, and making sure that the other man ate his breakfast, Roy drove them both to work. He laughed at Sutan’s obvious hangover, pointing out that the students would be able to tell.

He got a slap on the shoulder, but Roy was honestly too happy to care. It felt as if his and Adore’s relationship had taken a step further, and Roy had never been this in love with anyone ever before. It was as if he were a completely person, he didn’t even want to yell at anyone!

Not even Daniel Noriega managed to put him off, and Roy contemplated going to the nurse and getting himself checked out. Roy Haylock was not a happy person. Ever. However, it was hard to be happy when everything he could think about was Adore fucking Delano.

“Hey, Courtney, hi, Danny, how are you doing Joslyn?” Roy greeted his students as they walked into their classroom, and he didn’t miss their shocked and confused expressions. Most of them were used to him being a complete bitch towards them.

“I’m in a good mood today,” he told the class, trying really hard not to blush. “So we’re not having the quiz I told you about.”

Seeing his students smile was a pretty unusual experience, but he wasn’t sure if he was liking it. He preferred it when everyone thought he was a nasty cunt. Thinking about the few people who could need better grades, he told them that they could take the test if they needed extra credits.

Danny was one of the few who decided to do it, and Roy was incredibly surprised. However not as surprised as when Danny handed it back, and as far as he could see, almost everything was correct.

As Danny walked away, Roy couldn’t help but stare briefly at his ass. Feeling guilty and embarrassed, he looked away quickly. He corrected the quiz, and he could feel a pair of eyes staring at him. That’s when he heard Courtney whisper to Danny that Danny was staring, but also that Roy had been checking out Danny’s ass.

Roy almost panicked, but decided that ignoring it would probably be a lot better. Then he went on with the class, shocked that people were actually listening. No one wanted to answer anything, though. They thought that they would just be able to sit there without doing any actual work.

He tried encouraging the students, but that didn’t seem to do as well as insulting them until they felt as if they had to answer. When he had started working there, he had been afraid that he would be stamped as a bully, but he apparently wasn’t. God knows why.

After class, he called Danny over to hand over his test, smiling. “Hey, I just wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I was a bit cranky.”

Danny shrugged in reply, apparently his most favorite response. “It’s okay, I honestly couldn’t tell the difference between yesterday and every other day. You’re always a bitch.”

Roy laughed at him, because it was very true. He was always a bitch. Then he handed him the quiz, telling him that he had done good and that he could look at As and Bs if he did this well normally. He even put a hand on his shoulder! Apparently, Roy was feeling very touchy-feely today.

Every Tuesday after lunch, Adore would usually message him during class. Seeing as that was the class he shared with Sutan, he answered her at every opportunity he had. Mostly it was about random things, or about things Adore wanted to improve her drag. Like a waist cincher. Roy would love to buy those things to her, just to make her happy.

This was the case that day as well, and Adore texted him random facts about pizza. He struggled with keeping his mouth shut and not laughing, but he did it. However, he couldn’t wait for the day to be over so that he could go home and talk to Adore.

Even if he had that fucking meeting at school at 5. Luckily, it was just the creative arts block. Which meant that it was basically him, Sutan, Darienne, Jinkx, Sharon and Justin Johnson. And of course Michelle, who had to make sure that they were all doing what they should.

It didn’t take long from when he stepped inside his house until he received a message from Adore, telling him that she had been thinking of him. Then she told him that her friend wanted to set her up with her gay friend, and Roy immediately got jealous.

He told her that he had been thinking of her too, and then Adore started the sexting. Apparently Adore was jerking off to the picture of his cock, and Roy closed his eyes, trying to think about anything else. He couldn’t masturbate now, he needed to eat.

Adore kept going though, and Roy barely had time to eat what was on his plate until Adore told him that they had filmed themselves while coming. Then they had asked if Roy wanted to see, and Roy found it really hard to resist.

After watching the video, Roy was painfully hard, and he had to go to that meeting soon. Stupid as he was, he even kept talking to him, making him late for the meeting. Not by a lot, obviously, seeing as only Darienne and Jinkx were the ones already there, but late nonetheless.

He was completely unable to focus throughout the whole meeting, and he was happy that Sutan knew all about what they were doing in their classes, because Roy was very impatient and wanted to go home.

The two hours seemed to last forever, and once they were allowed to leave, Roy felt like a student waiting to get out of class. He rushed out of his seat and out to his car, driving home as fast as he could. It had been a long time since he had been this horny, at least as far as he could remember.

As soon as he got inside, he locked the door and went into his bedroom. He pulled all of his clothes off and palmed himself, closing his eyes. Fuck, that felt good. Biting his lip, he messaged Adore to take off their clothes and finger themselves. As they continued, he gave them directions, wanting them to do exactly as he said. That way he could imagine it more clearly.

When Adore told him that they were close and about to come, Roy decided to take a huge risk. Positioning himself so that he would be able to film himself, dick only, he video called Adore. Once they answered, Roy let out a soft moan at the view. Somehow, Adore managed position the camera so that Roy could see nearly every detail of the fingering.

The call was filled with soft moans from both sides, and Adore’s moans alone could bring him over the edge. They were so gentle and soft, even though it was obvious that what they were going through was quite intense. After a while, Adore stopped fingering and wrapped a hand around their cock instead, and it didn’t take long before Roy they were both coming.

Immediately after they were done, they hung up, Roy feeling both incredibly        ecstatic and relieved. This was at least one step closer to meeting up. Having a sexual video call wasn’t something that Roy would usually do, but he needed that so bad. And now he even had a voice to the texts. At least almost. Moans usually aren’t that similar to words.

Throughout the night, they only messaged each other every now and then, talking about television and celebrity gossip and stuff. When Roy went to bed that night, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, dreaming about Adore.

Roy was in an even better mood the next day, and the sewing class he shared with Sutan was having a lot of fun teasing him about it. It would have been okay, had Sutan not been the one to start the teasing. Suddenly, they were all very interested in his personal life.

Courtney, who was most definitely one of the students that Roy liked the most despite being best friends with Ketchup, grinned up at him. “So, Mr. Haylock,” she said. “You should get laid more often. You’re so much more fun when you’re not filled with hate! Like, you’re actually not such a bitter bitch!”

Roy laughed and kept on with what he was doing, helping the students that were struggling the most with their dresses. They were making dresses for the school play, so it was kind of crucial that they actually fit the person that was going to wear it.

Even throughout the other classes he had that day, people kept pointing it out to him. And he was certain that nothing could ruin his good mood, but he was completely wrong. He was greeting the students from his senior politics class when Courtney walked in with a familiar face, but that he couldn’t recognize.

“Hello Courtney,” he greeted, looking at the girl next to her. “And, uhm?”  

The girl smiled at him, opening her mouth to speak.

“Danny, but you can call me Adore. Adore Delano.”

Roy felt as if he were going to faint. Oh fuck. This was not good. This was not good at all. Ignoring her, he greeted the other students as fast as he could. He needed to get out of there, and he needed to talk to Michelle right this instant.

Danny was Adore. Roy had been flirting with Danny Noriega for the past three months. Roy had been sexting Danny Noriega, his 18 year old student. There was no way he could be his teacher anymore, not after this, no.

Once everyone was seated he looked at the class, his gaze lingering a bit too long at Adore. Well, at least he now knew what she looked like. He felt so fucking guilty, and he felt disgusted with himself for doing this with one of his students. Adore stared back at him, and he swallowed harshly before telling them that he had to do something.

He stepped out into the hallway, trying to concentrate on taking deep breaths and calm himself down. If people knew this, he could get fired. He could get fucking fired for falling in love with someone he didn’t even know was his student. No matter what, he was going to tell Sutan about this, but he was so fucking terrified.

Roy made his way over to Michelle Visage’s office, panicking slightly. Once he got there, he stormed right inside. “Remember when we talked about Danny Noriega?” he said, not even giving her a chance to greet him.

“Well, hello, Roy,” Michelle looked up in surprise. “Yes, of course. Can I do anything for you?”

“He’s getting on my last nerve, giving me attitude and everything,” Roy lied. Fortunately, this school was kind of known for being homophobic, so he probably wouldn’t mention anything about the drag. Because to be honest, the drag was what made him uncomfortable. Obviously not because it was drag, but because it was Adore. “I need him out of my class.”

She frowned at him, but nodded in confusion. If she noticed anything unusual, she didn’t comment on it, but she was definitely thinking it. Probably mostly thinking about the fact that he came across as if he had a phobia against drag queens when one of his classes was literally sewing dresses. He had even walked in high heels in class before.

“There are no available seats in any of the compatible classes,” Michelle sighed. “I could try convincing him to redo the subjects next year. Which honestly wouldn’t be a bad idea, looking at his grades. However, I can’t promise you anything.”

“No, uhm, it’s fine,” Roy sighed, pinching his nose. Being stuck with Adore in class would be complete and utter hell, and he would have no idea how to handle it.

Michelle followed him back to class, talking to Adore about her options with this. Roy went back to class, staring all of them down. People were definitely judging him for this, but no one knew his real reason, and he’d prefer it like that, thanks.

“Books up!” he demanded, glaring at them all. They had been supposed to read while he was gone, but he couldn’t see a single book open on their desks. He was no longer in a good mood, and he wanted to get this class done with. Fortunately, it was his last class of the day.

After a little while, Adore walked back in with this smug look on her face, and Roy felt as if he were going to cry. This was probably the least ideal scenario he could imagine, and he didn’t want to be her teacher.

He had to admit though, Danny was a good drag queen. It wasn’t polished, and he didn’t even have a corset, but he did look like a girl. Not one of those fishy girls, but a girl nonetheless.

Seeing that she was on her phone, probably texting Bianca, made him feel even worse, so he got mad at her.

“Phone down, ketchup!” he snapped, thinking of a way to punish her without actually having to be with her himself. “Week of detention with the janitor!”

Was he being unfair? Yes. Did the others notice? Yes. Did he fucking care? No! Adore spoke back to him, and he rolled his eyes before continuing on with the lesson. However, every little thing she did seemed to set him off, and he had probably never given anyone as many marks as he had given her that day.

When the bell finally went off, Roy was the first one out of class, even before any of the students. He needed to find Sutan, and he needed to find him now. Knowing that Sutan didn’t have a class before lunch on Wednesdays, he walked to his office.

“I’ve fucked up so bad.”

The months between the last day of filming at the airing of the first episode went okay. The group chat that Roy, Danny, Shane and Greg had on Facebook was active every day, and Roy didn’t miss them so much. He still had his work, he still had his gigs at the bars, and he had his other friends.

Watching the episodes had been harder. He had seen how much he had fallen in love, but none of the back story. Danny had been right, however, they had become the hottest topic of the season. The viewers spammed them with questions, but as Roy lived in New York and Danny lived in California, and they hadn’t even met up, people were even more confused.

It was never said on the show – no one know if Danny was his soulmate or not, but Roy himself thought it was pretty obvious. He wasn’t that nice toward anyone else. No one. Then came the episode he had dreaded. The episode with the fainting, which he had no idea if they were even going to air or not.

“She’s everything I want to be when I’m 57,” Danny said in his confessionals, and Roy gaped. “She’s gonna kill me!”

He found his phone and sent a text to Danny

To Chola <3:

Damn right I am going to kill you! 57??? BITCH!

From Chola <3:

;*

Roy put down his phone again with a smile and continued watching the rest of the episode. They had done some really good editing, for sure, as they hadn’t included the fainting, and it didn’t look like anything had happened. Roy was impressed, and he was relieved.

The rest of the episodes were pretty much as expected when it came to his and Danny’s relationship, although he had never noticed how much the other queens had reacted when he helped with Danny’s dripping in jewels dress.

Before he knew it, it was time to film the reunion, and Roy was nervous as fuck. He hadn’t seen any of the queens in ages, on purpose, and Bianca was one of the top three. Plus, he and Danny would definitely have to talk. Of course on the stage, but also just the two of them.

As he was chatting to Ben and Dan, or Milk as he was better known as, while waiting for the others to arrive, he felt arms wrap around him from behind. He was about to hit them in the face until he recognized Danny’s embrace and smell. The grin on his lips was so big, and he turned around excitedly to hug him back.

“Oh my god, hi,” he muttered into the hug, not letting go of the younger man. He hadn’t even realized how much he had missed Danny until then. He don’t know how it happened, but suddenly they were both crying and going around in circles. After what felt like a small eternity, they pulled away, and Roy wiped his tears.

“You bitch, I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he said with a grin. “I never feel more intelligent or beautiful than when I’m with you!”

“Fuck off,” Danny rolled his eyes, but going by the grin, he wasn’t too offended. “I’ve missed you too, Grandpa.”

“Okay, bye,” Roy held his hand up and walked away, making Danny laugh. He smiled as he greeted Shane, just doing some small-talk as they were waiting for instructions on what to do next.

Naturally, during the next days, Roy had to spend quite some time with Shane and Danny, but he never had a moment where he could speak to Danny all alone. It frustrated him, but he supposed it might be better if they waited until all the filming was over anyway.

The filming of the actual finale was what he had been most worried about, and as they sat there on stage, Adore, Bianca, Courtney and RuPaul, Bianca was certain she was going to be sick. It was time to tell her and Adore’s story to the world.

“Let’s take some fan questions from the audience,” RuPaul said, and Latrice got up. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a question for her. After a lot of cheering and laughing, Latrice finally read the fucking question.

“Okay, this is a fan of Facebook question for Adore from Miguel Torres,” Latrice started, and Bianca felt relieved that she wasn’t the victim.

“’I kind of get the feeling that you have a crush on Bianca Del Rio out of drag, do you?” Latrice read up, and Bianca blushed and tried to act a bit surprise. Courtney looked over her as well, while Adore just looked panicked.

“Uhm,” Adore hesitated. “Well, yeah, uhm, of course I did. I mean, I still do. Both in and out of drag.”

Bianca’s eyes widened, and she tried not to fall off the chair as the rest of the audience cheered louder than she thought possible. She didn’t expect her to say that. RuPaul smiled briefly at them.

“Well, good luck, bitch, I only give to charity once a year,” Bianca joked, grinning over at her and placing a hand on her arm.

“Well, I suppose we have some more stuff to talk about later, girls!” Ru said, receiving cheers and applause from the audience. “But let’s go through the questions first, shall we?”

“Party,” Adore said, and Bianca smiled fondly at her. She was the cutest thing ever.

After a few questions, they had a wedding to do. Joslyn was finally getting married to her soulmate, and Bianca was really happy for her. She would love to get married to her soulmate too, though.

As the wedding finished, she could hear one of the queens in the first row shouting at Ru to marry Adore and Bianca too. Bianca wouldn’t be opposed to that idea, to be honest, but she shook her head with a laugh. A few people booed at her, but she just showed them her finger.

They got a small break, and then it was out on the stage again to talk to Ru. This was the moment Bianca had dreaded. RuPaul started by talking to Courtney, then talked a bit to both Bianca and Adore separately before Bianca heard the audience let out a simultaneous ‘aw’. She looked up to see a picture of their hug after snatch game. The exact moment she went colors.

“So, Bianca,” Ru looked at her, and Bianca felt like fainting right there and then. “Adore just admitted to have a crush on you. That’s not the whole story, is it?”

“Uhm, no,” Bianca shook her head. “It’s really not. Quite a lot more complicated, really.”

“We’ve made a little video of Adore and Bianca’s story through drag race, please watch.”

The video started with showing both of their entrances, and then their first time seeing each other, but instead of focusing on the other girls, they focused on Adore and Bianca. Bianca looked absolutely disgusted by Adore and Laganja, and she could her Adore laugh next to her. Adore, on the other hand, just seemed extremely annoyed at Bianca’s present.

They then showed the untucked scene where Adore told her that she wouldn’t want to work with her. Bianca felt a bit sad at the memory, but the Bianca on the screen seemed a lot sadder than she remembered being. After this they jumped to the snatch game, just putting in a few clips of them laughing and having fun in their little corner. Bianca turned over to look at Adore, who was grinning from ear to ear.

And there it was, the hug. Bianca inhaled sharply. This was not even remotely okay for her, and she didn’t want to relive it. They included the small conversation they had about soulmates, but not the actual reveal. Then of course the scene where Bianca volunteered to let Adore borrow her cincher, and the scene where the girls found out about Bianca’s colors. After this it jumped straight to the confessional where Danny called her 57 years old, and Bianca glared over at the younger queen, who hid her face in her hands.

Then the music of the video changed dramatically, and then they showed the clip of Bianca falling to the stage and screaming in pain. She briefly noticed both Adore and Courtney grabbing one of her hands each, trying not to panic right there on stage. This was not a pleasant memory. They included the untucked scene too, where Adore was crying and the other queens were speculating on whether Bianca’s soulmate was one of them.

Then it was the scene in the werk room after they had shown Bianca the footage of the day. And then their secret was out to everyone in their room, with the two words coming out of Adore’s mouth:

“It’s me.”

The clips showed the girls getting closer and closer, until the same dramatic music came up. Everyone was on stage, and Bianca noticed that both herself and Adore looked really out of shape. The way she had grabbed Trinity had been almost scary, as she frantically had told her to get anyone at all who could help them.

It then cut to the untucked lounge, where they got the message that they were advised to break their bond. Then it stopped. It went black, and the whole room was completely silent. No one made a sound, and Bianca was unsure whether it was because of shock or respect for her and Adore. She looked over at the other queen who was crying, and she stepped down off her stool to go over and hug her.

Adore got off her stool as well, hugging her back, and Bianca heard the room slowly erupt into a huge applause. She could hear Adore giggle slightly into her ear, and she pulled away and smiled at her. They both sat down again, looking at Ru, who was crying herself.

“So, Bianca, how has this been for you?” RuPaul asked, looking at her.

“Well,” Bianca hesitated. “As I said in the video, I thought soulmates were bullshit. I never even wanted one, and I thought that it was just a bunch of crap. Never have I been more wrong, though. But it was tough. At first, Adore didn’t even know, and I went around her like a lovesick puppy. Then, when she finally got to know, we had to break it off a week later! It was devastating, and I broke down several times. In fact, I was sure I was going home, just because my mind was so preoccupied with the perfect human being sitting here next to me.”

Adore blushed, and Bianca smiled at her, not even noticing the ‘awing’ and cheering going around. Nothing mattered when Adore was there.

“Adore,” RuPaul’s voice broke them out of their brief moment. “What has this been like for you?”

“Honestly? Utter and complete shit. I put Bianca through so much more than necessary, and hearing from a doctor that you might kill your soulmate if you don’t consent to breaking the bond, yeah, that was really difficult. I love Bianca with all of my heart, and I would do anything to have her back as my soulmate. Unfortunately, you can’t bring back a broken bond.”

“Is there anything you would like to say to Bianca that you feel like you haven’t said?” RuPaul asked quietly, and Bianca looked over at Adore with a sad expression. This was hard on both of them. Adore bit her lip and nodded before turning to Bianca and grabbing her hands.

“You are one of the greatest, strongest, and I’m sorry Bianca, but you’re also one of the nicest and most loving people I’ve ever met,” Adore said, choking up. “I love you more than anyone in the world, and I’m so sorry for doing this to you and taking away your colors.”

“You didn’t take away my colors, you moron,” Bianca chuckled, tearing up herself. “You brought me colors, and even though I don’t see them now, I will forever remember how beautifully green your eyes are, and how the color of your cheeks would change just a bit whenever I smiled. You changed me, you changed my life, and I wouldn’t take back any of this. Not if I get to have you in my life.”

“Come on, kiss!” Laganja shouted, and both Adore and Bianca turned their heads to look at her. Adore turned back to Bianca and looked into her eyes, when Bianca gave her a small nod, she leaned in and pressed their lips softly together. Bianca grinned as they pulled away to a loud cheer. She looked over at the audience to see anyone standing up and applauding them. With a blush, she looked down, not letting go of Adore’s hand.

“This must be the most memorable reunited episode in drag race herstory!” RuPaul exclaimed, and this time, even Bianca and Adore joined in on the cheering. “But now, my ladies, it’s time to crown America’s next drag superstar.”

The filming process was long, as they first shot Adore’s crowning, then Bianca’s crowning, and lastly Courtney’s crowning. Just as they expected to be finished for the day, RuPaul told them that she wanted to film one last crowning. Bianca frowned and looked at the two others who looked just as lost. They all went back to their places, with no idea of what would happen now.

“The winners,” RuPaul said, and everyone started gasping and looking at each other. Bianca immediately looked over at Adore, who looked like she was going to fall over from shock. “Of ‘RuPaul’s Drag Race’, America’s next drag superstars are.”

The crowd went wild, shouting out names. Bianca couldn’t breathe, and her hand was probably broken from all of the force Adore put on it.

“Adore Delano and Bianca Del Rio!” RuPaul shouted out, and Bianca and Adore instantly hugged each other, before Courtney ran into their hug as well. They both walked over to Jinkx, who gave Bianca the scepter. Bianca however, handed it over to Adore. “Enjoy the moment,” she told her, before grabbing her hand and walking to the front of the stage with her. They had been told to wear matching outfits, but never in their wildest dreams had any of them expected this to happen.

They both stuttered out some words about being grateful, but honestly, none of them were able to concentrate at all. There was a possibility that they might win this together. Bianca just went with her instincts and kissed Adore again with a huge grin. They both said thank you, and then they finished filming.

“Well,” Courtney looked at them. “Congratulations. We all know who’s not winning now.” Bianca would love to talk against her, but Courtney did have a point. After this it would either be her or Adore. Adore, however, bless her, hugged Courtney.

“We don’t know that for sure! He probably just did that because of the whole soulmate thing,” Adore said, but probably even she knew that that was a damn lie.

“Anyway,” Courtney sighed, looking at them. “The two of you will definitely need to talk, so I’ll go talk to Darienne or someone. Okay? Love you guys.”

“Love you too,” Adore and Bianca said at the same time, glad to finally be alone.

“I’m sorry for kissing you,” Bianca told Adore, looking down.

“Wait, why are you sorry? You know I obviously wanted this too!” Adore said, frowning at Bianca.

“I’m sorry for kissing you, because I can’t be with you.”

“Wha’?” Adore looked hurt and confused, and Bianca’s heart broke into a thousand pieces.

“I-I’m sorry, love, but I don’t think I could handle it. Not when I know what we could have had,” Bianca whispered. “We will never be the same again. I want to be your best friend, but I can’t be in a relationship with you. It feels wrong without the bond there.”

“Oh, uhm, okay,” Adore nodded, biting her lip. “I was going to tell you something, by the way, and now you might hate me even more. We didn’t have to remove the bond, I didn’t have the condition they were talking about. It was the stress that I was under that kept my body from developing the bond. So, yeah, I’m sorry Bianca.”

Bianca left without a word, grabbing all of her stuff and leaving without even getting out of drag. With the help of some crew members she got back to the hotel without getting recognized, and as she got to her room she just sat down on the floor. She didn’t cry, didn’t smile, didn’t do anything. She just sat there in drag for several hours while wondering what she had done to deserve this shit.

“Roy!” Shane knocked on his door. “Danny just told me. Please open up. You know you need to talk about this shit with someone.”

Bianca opened up the door, and Shane looked at her. He was obviously surprised that she wasn’t even out of drag yet, and he silently got some makeup wipes and started helping her removing her makeup. He removed her wig first, both of them keeping their mouth shut.

“I was about to ask if you were okay, but it’s pretty obvious that you’re not,” Shane muttered as he started removing Bianca’s foundation. “But this wasn’t Danny’s fault, you know.”

“I’m not mad at Danny,” Bianca admitted, removing her own eye makeup. “I’m mad at the show for putting us through this, I’m mad at myself for letting us go through with the bond removal, and I’m mad with the doctor who gave Danny the wrong information.”

“You’re allowed to,” Shane said, still working on removing thick layer of foundation covering Roy’s face. “This wasn’t your fault either, though. None of you knew, you did what you thought would be best.”

Once all the makeup was gone and he had undressed, Roy sat down next to Shane on his bed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back to him, not after this. I would be so mad at myself and the whole situation that the whole relationship would be incredibly unhealthy.”

“Then don’t go back to him,” Shane shrugged. “After the airing of the finale in two weeks you can probably just tell him that you don’t want anything to do with him if you want.”

“But I do want something to do with him! Just not a relationship.”

Shane just sighed, and Roy laid down on his bed. Before he knew it, both he and the blond boy next to him had both fallen asleep.

Danny and Roy ignored each other the entire two weeks, not even talking to each other in the group chat. Therefore, the tension was very awkward as they stepped into the room to watch the finale together with Courtney. And honestly, Bianca would probably have ran away if she could. Watching the whole finale, including the story of how they became soulmates was incredibly painful, and none of them could wait for it to end.

Finally, the time was there, and it was time to announce who had won. Bianca watched the screen closely together with Adore and Courtney, all of them incredibly anxious to see who had won.

“The winners are,” RuPaul said, and Bianca’s heart stopped as she looked over to Adore. They had won together. They were the first couple to ever win drag race. “Adore Delano and Bianca Del Rio!”

Courtney hugged Bianca first, then Adore was dragged into the hug as well. Tears were streaming, Courtney was laughing and congratulating them, and Adore looked happier than Bianca had ever seen her. They all pulled away from the hug, and Bianca looked into Adore’s eyes as she grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

This made Adore jump straight into her lap and kiss her. Bianca closed her eyes and kissed her back, unable to stop herself. Fuck bad feelings and broken bonds, this was where she belonged. However, when she opened her eyes, she was met with a face that was portraying an amount of surprise probably equal to her own.

“Fuck, I’ve missed those colors,” Adore said.

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“Seriously though, Bea,” he smiled. “Send me a fucking postcard from Hawaii. We need to put this fucking thing behind us. We could be great friends.”

“I will,” Roy laughed, looking right back at him. “You did really well during the lipsync today, I’ve never been more proud of you. See you tomorrow, yeah?”

They waved goodbye to each other as Roy headed out, a bit unsure of what he thought about that interaction. Was he happy that they were talking? He didn’t fucking know, this could ruin his whole competition.

The fact that they were only five queens walking into the werk room the next day, felt incredibly surreal. They were nearly done with the whole thing, and after this challenge, the top four would be announced. Roy hadn’t even known exactly how much he wanted this up until this point.

As soon as they sat down by one of the werk room stations, Shane started saying some shit about how he had picked them all down for being top five. Yeah, right.

“You are such a liar,” Roy pointed out, not believing that crap for a second. After Shane told him that he was being honest, he couldn’t help but smile a little. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Well, it was the best of the bad bunch, really, wasn’t it?” Shane smirked, and just because Danny let out this amazing laugh, Roy could nearly forgive Shane for being a compulsive liar.

“Oh, you are starting some shit,” Danny said, just as the alarm went off and they all had to gather in front of the screen.

“Saved by the bell!” Roy said, walking over immediately. The message was a bit vague, but he understood that it had something to do with gemstones. Like, really? Jewels? Gems? Shine bright like a diamond? Definitely something to do with gemstones. Definitely.

Then RuPaul walked out, and announced that they were having the puppet challenge. Roy couldn’t have been more excited! He loved reading and throwing shade at others.

Danny was the first to pick, and when he got Dela, Roy assumed that he wouldn’t be doing horribly. Dela was fairly easy to do, seeing as she was a fake ass bitch. Then it was his turn to pull out a puppy, and he wanted to hit himself in the head as he realized who it was.

“I have Adore,” he said, walking back in place. He heard Danny say ‘oh, shit’, and he felt even worse. He didn’t want to do this to Danny. Not at all. This was not going to go well. Especially since everyone was expecting him to be bitchier than most.

“Bianca,” Ben’s voice sounded through the room. “Are you giving it a nice hog body?”

“Oh, you think?” Bianca smirked, trying to not let it show exactly how uncomfortable he was doing this. Danny wasn’t the most confident person, and Roy knew that he would be extra vulnerable to Roy being mean. To be honest, Roy would probably be just as scared if Danny had his puppet.

“You are so evil,” Danny said, looking up from the feathers and fabrics lying on his work station. Deciding to ignore that, Roy turned to Darienne and asked if he had Courtney’s costume together. It managed to take the attention off of him and Danny for a little bit, but not for long.

“It’s interesting that Bianca, who could have taken any of us down, got the absolutely easiest to puppet,” Ben said, and Roy agreed with him. Danny was easy, and both Greg and Ben probably thought that he had the unfair advantage of being bonded to him.

“Oh, shut up, what is that supposed to mean?” Danny asked, his voice almost like a whine. It obviously affected him, that Roy thought he was easy to puppet. Luckily, Ben stood for most of the talking, telling Danny that he that he was easy to imitate. Then he threw some shade, telling him that it was hard to imitate Bianca as he never listened to Roy when he spoke.

Both Roy and Danny laughed at that, and they briefly looked over at each other. Hearing Danny’s laugh made Roy feel just a tiny bit happier, so he tried to finish up Adore’s puppet in silence. He briefly heard Ben and Shane have a conversation about colors and soulmates, gratefully noticing that Shane managed to steer most of the questions away from him and Danny.

Their minutes were up, and they all gathered around where they had put up the booth for their little puppet show. Danny went first with his Bendela puppet, and it wasn’t too bad. Granted, he could have done better, but Roy felt proud. Then it was his turn to imitate Adore, and his mind blanked.

Almost panicking a bit, he just went with some of Adore’s catchphrases, trying to at least make it a little funny. Of course he could have done a lot better, but Roy really didn’t want to hurt Danny.

The best impression of the day, however, was Ben’s Bianca puppet. It was pretty spot on, and Roy couldn’t stop laughing. Obviously, the others viewed him as a loudmouthed, annoyed asshole with big teeth. Ben also put in some comments about how Bianca was mean to everyone except one person.

“Hey Bianca, who are you teaming up with?”

“All of you are a bunch of assholes! I’m all by myself! I don’t need other assholes!”

“But, Bianca, Adore is having some struggles.”

“Fuck! Everyone except Adore. Adore is stupid and a moron, but Adore is my stupid moron and you are assholes!”

He looked worriedly over at Ru, praying that they wouldn’t air that bit. It would give it too much away, and it honestly hurt quite a bit. He wanted to have Danny for himself, and he wanted them to still be bonded. Danny however, seemed outright upset after the comments. Apparently, Ben noticed this, so he just shouted some words and ended it quite awkwardly.

To no one’s surprise, Ben won, and RuPaul presented their main challenge. Roy’s jaw dropped to the floor as he realized that they had to pull together three looks, including one entirely from scratch. This would probably be the challenge sending Danny home, he realized with a heavy heart.

“Okay, I want rose quarts,” Ben said, biting his lip. “Adore, you get diamonds. Courtney, you get rubies. Darienne, topaz. That means that Bianca, you get sapphire. This okay with everyone?”

They all nodded, everyone way too busy trying to find out how the fuck they were going to do this in one day. As soon as they were allowed to go, Roy sat down and started sketching a dress, noticing Danny already pulling out a corset. He was curious as to what Danny was planning, but he focused on his own dress instead. When he was happy with the design, he went to get all the fabric he needed first, cutting out the basic shapes for the collar.

He heard Ben making some noise, and without looking up he asked him if he was alright.

“I’m just having some problems,” Ben muttered, but kept on making his dress. Roy didn’t reply, focusing on finishing up what he was doing. As he finished the last seam, he put it on to check if it fit as good as it should.

“I like this,” he said to himself, pretty satisfied with it so far. Honestly, he was terrified at failing at this. This was something he was good at, what if he fucked it all up? “To start with.”

After checking if he should make any adjustments, he put on the jewels, trying it on again afterwards. He posed a bit to check himself out, hoping that the jewels would be noticeable enough.

“That’s pretty,” he heard Danny say, and he turned around to face him. He replied with a ‘yeah’ and took it off again, smirking slightly to himself.  “Fuck off,” the younger boy then replied. Roy smiled at him, working on the rest of his dress.

Then, Roy made his first mistake. Not to his dress, but by asking Ben why he got sapphire. Not because that was a bad question, but the conversation that followed. Ben had given diamonds to Adore, to make it a bit easier on her. However, Greg pointed out that Ben should have given Danny something harder, to be sure Adore landed in the bottom two. Again.

Roy glared over at him, and he noticed Shane walking over to calm him down. He couldn’t exactly snap at Greg for being a cunt. He was always a shady bitch anyway. With a small smile he nodded to Shane, as a small thanks. Danny looked completely wrecked and heartbroken, and Roy was about to run over and hug him.

At that moment, RuPaul walked through the doors and greeted them. Roy didn’t really pay much attention to what he was doing until he heard Danny cry, and he instinctively looked over. Danny was telling RuPaul that he felt discouraged and that he didn’t want to cry, but was pissed off at himself for not being able to make a fucking dress. Roy bit his lip and continued doing his own thing. He really couldn’t let Danny distract him. He had too much to do.

Of course, RuPaul being the way he is, he added another layer to their challenge. A fucking musical number. At least this time they weren’t singing live. Everyone was pretty pissed and annoyed, so the rehearsal didn’t go that well. They were five drag queens for fuck’s sake! Everyone had an opinion!

They did however somewhat come to an agreement, after arguing and discussing about the fact that everyone was bossing each other around. As they went back to the werk room, absolutely no one was in a good mood. Roy was pretty sure that not even Ben would be able to act as if he were.

Roy went right back to working on his dress, focused on what he was doing. However, Greg seemed pretty worried, so Roy decided to ask him.

“Darienne, are you all right?” he asked, still not looking up from his work. It wasn’t that important, he just wanted to come across as an at least somehow caring person. Finishing up the dress was much more important than worrying over Greg, though. However, his heart got the best of him, and he got up to talk to him, knowing that he would have to stand up eventually.

After Greg revealed that he had to start all over, Roy grew concerned for him, but he didn’t really care too much. He continued his work, cutting his fabric into shape. He felt this uneasy feeling, though, and before he knew it, he opened his mouth to speak again.

“How you doing over there, Adore?” he asked, genuinely concerned this time. Danny wasn’t Greg, Danny was probably the only person that Roy cared enough about to put down his stuff and actually focus on him. That’s why, after talking a bit to Danny, he decided to show him how to make that fucking tutu.

Danny clearly didn’t get it, and Roy couldn’t help but smile at him. He was the most adorable idiot to ever walk on planet earth. He couldn’t sew if his life depended on it, though. Definitely not couture. Probably couldn’t spell it either, to be honest. Now that, Roy thought to himself, was something he could say in confessions.

“You’re supposed to cut it in strips and just glue it like that, right?” Danny asked, and Roy looked up from all of the blue fabric surrounding him. He let out a sigh, how was it possible to be this dumb and cute at the same time.

“Oh no, not like that,” he said, noticing how his voice was laced with affection. Fuck this stupid soulmate thing, making him care for people.

“It looks ugly!” Danny said, a hint of a whine to his voice, and Roy grinned.

“Yeah, it does,” he replied, making Danny laugh in reply. He let out a chuckle too, loving the fact that he made his Danny laugh. Danny tried as hard as he could, but it was obviously that it didn’t really work out, so Roy tried as hard as he could to help him without leaving his own dress.

Even though Roy finished his dress first, Shane was the first to leave the werk room after finishing his dress and finding most of the stuff he would need for the runway the next day. Ben and Greg both followed shortly after, leaving Roy and Danny alone with the cameras.

“You need help?” Roy asked him softly. “I’m done with my dress, I’m just finding my stuff for tomorrow and planning in my head.”

“Are you fucking serious? Of course I do,” Danny said, turning to him with big eyes. Roy smiled and headed over to him, feeling a bit weird now that they were alone in the werk room.  He then started helping Danny, showing him how to gather his fabric and make it into a tutu.

“I miss you,” Danny muttered, just as they were working on each part of Danny’s outfit. Roy bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. He missed Danny like crazy, too. Not that he would ever tell anyone, but he would give everything to just have Danny as his soulmate again.

“I miss you too, love,” he said, his eyes widening as he realized what he had just said. Danny froze and they stared at each other. It was as if an invisible string were pulling them closer, and then suddenly Danny’s lips was just an inch away from his.

“We- we can’t,” Roy whispered, closing his eyes. God, no one would ever know how much he wanted to give in, but he couldn’t. It would ruin everything for them. The words seemed to make Danny’s mind snap into place too, because he nodded and took a step back.

“You have no idea how much I want it,” Roy shook his head with a sigh, going straight back to work. Danny was still standing there, just watching him. He realized that he should probably mad that Danny wasn’t working, seeing as it was his dress, but he couldn’t. Not now. “But we both know that this would be stupid. We’re so close to the crown, Danny.”

“I know,” Danny murmured, then he slowly went to get some more diamonds to glue onto the corset. The tension between them after this could be cut with a knife, but they didn’t want to give up this moment either. It made them feel whole.

When they were finally done, they both got up with a grin. Danny was sweating just a bit, and Roy found it absolutely endearing. It was obvious that the younger boy wanted this and worked hard for it, and that dress actually looked pretty good now.

As they got out of the werk room, they both stared at each other, unsure of what to do. Exhaling, Roy walked over to him and opened his arms, giving Danny the choice of accepting the hug or not. The younger boy did, though, and Roy felt so much better. If it wasn’t for the fact that he knew that the bond would be gone by now, he would have thought that they were still bonded.

That night was probably the easiest he had slept in a while, knowing that although they wouldn’t go back to who they were, they would at least be okay. They would be with each other someday.

The next day in the werk room was complete chaos, everyone running around and stressing to find everything they needed for the different looks, as well as preparing for the opening number.

All of the queens were too focused on doing their own things to even talk to one another, and suddenly, they were told that they had to be on the stage in ten minutes. Somehow, they all made it, although no one were feeling confident the moment they stepped onto the main stage.

It all went pretty well, though, and Bianca was happy with her own efforts, although not as proud as she was of Adore. As they went into the untucked lounge, Adore had definitely been the one with the best critiques. Even better than Bianca.

Then came the question they had all been dreading, and Bianca was pretty sure about who she felt should go home. However, Bendela made a comment about how Bianca was sailing through the competition, and she frowned. Bianca didn’t fucking sail through the competition, did they even know all the shit that had gone down during those 4 weeks after she had color bonded with Adore? No!

It hit her a bit too close to home, and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut when it was her turn to talk. It pissed her off that Dela couldn’t see how much work she put into her drag, and how much she wanted this. Maybe she overreacted, maybe not. No matter what happened, Dela should stop assuming shit.

Despite getting only good critique from the judges, Courtney told the judges that she thought Adore should go home, pissing Bianca even more off than Dela had done. One look from Michelle, though, and Bianca knew to keep her mouth shut. It was probably for the best anyway.

However, when they left the stage, she noticed Adore being a bit upset, and as Bianca was walking behind her, she tapped Adore’s shoulder and leaned in close to her ear.

“You’re winning this,” Bianca whispered to her, a grin firmly planted on her face. Adore just smiled at her, taking her hand and rubbing her thumb across Bianca’s fingers for a slight moment before letting go. It was a small thank you, Bianca realized.

While in the silver bar, Dela apologized for making it sound like Bianca wasn’t putting in an effort, and told her that she looked up to her in the competition. Of course, Bianca admitted that she could have been overreacting, but that her instinct is to lash out at people.

They both accepted each other’s apologies relatively quick, though, so they were soon talking about something else. Courtney was talking about Dela’s outfit, but Bianca couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it would be just to move a bit closer to Adore and grab her hand. She was so close to her, but not at all close enough.

Trying to push those thoughts away, she started listening to the conversation again. They were talking about what Darienne felt after all of them had told the judges that they felt – based on this challenge – that Darienne should be the queen to go home. Bianca briefly joined in, trying not to focus too much on Adore.

Then they were playing this game where they showed pictures of the queens from when they were young, and it was actually quite fun. However, the picture of Roy was quite horrible, and Bianca felt like sinking down through the couch.

“You look like a guy, that like, I used to date!” Adore said, and Bianca looked over a her with a ‘bitch, really’-look. They did use to date. Of course, she realized that Adore meant that he looked like someone else that she used to date, but she didn’t want to think about that. In fact she didn’t want to think about Adore dating anyone else. At all.

As the picture of Laganja came up, Darienne and Courtney started talking about how horrible they felt about the way she left, and Bianca honestly couldn’t disagree more.

“You know, I don’t hate the person,” she said, looking around at the other queens. “She just was a lot to deal with, and it was always somebody else’s fault. I don’t have any patience, I have got to sail through these challenges!”

Noticing how it made Adore laugh, she kept pushing it a bit more.

“I don’t have time to be sitting back and listening to people’s feelings,” she continued, adjusting her dress a bit. “The boat is leaving!”

Bendela looked extremely embarrassed as she exclaimed that it was meant as a compliment, and Bianca told her to shut up – a bit unsure herself whether it was ironic or not – before telling them to show the next photo.

It was Danny. It was Danny with a fucking hickey, as Adore herself was so kind to point out. Bianca’s eyes darkened with jealousy, even though it was eight years ago and she would have been a pedophile back then. She wanted to be the one leaving hickeys and love bites on Adore’s skin. No one else were supposed to even fucking touch her.

They showed some more pictures too, but they weren’t really important. Not after seeing that picture of Danny. Not when that fucking hickey was the only thing Bianca could think about. She didn’t know whether to be horny, jealous or whatever, but she was pretty sure she was experiencing the full range of emotions right then.

After the game it was time to head to the gold lounge, where Bianca got the surprise. It was a letter from Lola, her daughter’s friend, and Bianca completely choked up. That little 7 year old was one of her best friends, and she would do anything for her. Anything.

The letter was funny, sweet, and everything Bianca needed right then. She was feeling very vulnerable and teary-eyed when she finished reading, but the other girls just seemed to think that it was good to see her show some emotion. As the others seemed to be curious, she told them a little about her, smiling fondly at the memories.

“I’m surprised somebody really believes in her,” Darienne joked, and Bianca got a bit offended at first, before realizing the joke. Bianca rolled her eyes before shouting that ‘this is my moment’ in true Laganja style.

She noticed Adore looking over at her, and she caught her gaze. Then suddenly the gap between them was a bit smaller, and Bianca could see Courtney smirk over at them. Bianca glared back, then shuffled herself as close to Adore as possible as well.

Not long after that, they were called back to the main stage. It would probably be either Bianca or Adore that would win the challenge, and for once, Bianca hoped she wouldn’t win.

“Bianca Del Rio,” RuPaul said. “You’re safe.”

Bianca nodded and headed back to the stage with a grin. Adore would win. And when they announced that she had indeed won, Bianca grinned bigger and applauded harder than anyone else in the room. No one deserved it more, in her opinion.

Adore ran to the back of the stage with a big grin, and Bianca mouthed ‘told you’ to her with an equally big grin. She had helped Adore win a sewing competition, and she had probably made her day. How could she not be happy about this?

Unfortunately, Dela had to go home, and Bianca would actually really miss her. Even though Ben actually was kind of a cunt sometimes. However, they were down to the top four. Things were getting serious, and if Bianca found herself as distracted by Adore during the next challenge, she might end up doing really bad.

They went back to the werk room, where Dela had left a long message for Darienne to clean, and they all laughed. Dela did certainly have charm, and it would be weird being there without her. Darienne, however, seemed fucking ecstatic that she was gone. She probably was too, seeing how much she despised the other queen.

“Well, congratulations miss Adore,” Bianca said once she had her wig off, applauding the other queen a bit. “You won a sewing challenge!”

“Yeah, motherfucker, yeah,” was Adore’s reply, and Bianca was a bit glad that Adore’s back was facing Courtney. Courtney seemed pretty pissed, and Bianca was pretty pissed that she didn’t let Adore have this moment.

“You did great!” Bianca complimented her again, unable to withhold her pride. Adore had worked her fucking ass of for this. Courtney, who had moved so that she was standing next to them, rolled her eyes.

“Well, apparently Adore is the perfect banjee girl,” she muttered sourly, and Bianca noticed the slight hurt expression in Adore’s eyes. Fucking hell, Courtney. Let’s ruin a great moment for someone who has been fucking struggling with this, yes?

Of course, then Courtney just didn’t stop. Bianca tried agreeing with her on the fact that you don’t know what the judges want from you each challenge, but then it went further. She asked if she could be brutally honest, which of course she could, she was talking to Bianca. Bianca was always brutally honest.

“I kind of was thinking that you would turn out something that we hadn’t seen,” the Aussie queen said,  and Bianca kind of felt like ripping her head off. Jealousy didn’t suit the bitch. Not at all.

“Hey, I’m here, I’m grateful,” was all she replied, not bothering to get into some fight with the girls the last couple of days. What good would that do?

“Party,” they heard from Adore, who looked very confused and a bit annoyed at the conversation happening around there. They all de-dragged silently, they were probably just exhausted and all would be fine tomorrow.

For the first time since they broke the bond, Danny and Roy walked together into the werk room. Danny thanked him for helping him with the dress, and Roy made a comment about how he would need someone at his side making him look better at the finale. That earned him a slight shove, but at least they had managed to resurrect their friendship.

“It’s been a long journey,” Roy said, looking at the other girls. Shane managed to get out two words before the siren went off, and Roy grinned. “Yay! Right when Courtney is talking!”

They all watched the screen, waiting for RuPaul to come out. Of course, they should have known that Michelle would be the one to greet them, but none of them had thought that far.

“Hello, hello, hello!” Michelle grinned. “It’s me, BenDeLaCreme, I’m back!”

She threw her hands in the air with a huge grin, and they all laughed and applauded her. Michelle was very fun when she wasn’t being a dick at the judges’ table. She congratulated them on making it to the top four, and the excitement in the room was high.

When they heard that they would be starring in RuPaul’s music video to Sissy That Walk, it just got even better, at least until Roy realized that he would have to dance. Like, actually seriously dance.

To lift up the spirits a bit again, she told them about their one-on-one meals with Ru, and that they were going to star in two acting scenes that they would be improvising. Of course, she ruined the mood again, telling them that one of them would be eliminated. Great. No pressure.

Roy was actually quite terrified. He didn’t do sissy and sexy, and he couldn’t dance. This was probably where his journey ended, he realized with a small frown. At least Danny would get a chance at the crown. At least Danny would be happy.

“You okay?” Danny walked over to him after Michelle left, and Roy shook his head. Of course he wasn’t. This was going to be it. He had no chance against these other girls. “I’m going home, we all know it. It’s dancing and being sexy.”

“Girl, you are sexy,” Danny exclaimed. “And you’re not fucking leaving at the finish line. You’re going to win this fucking thing. Do your best, it’ll be plenty good enough. I know you can do it!”

“I’ll try,” Roy nodded, trying to shake off the nerves. He felt Danny’s arms wrapped around him, and his frown quickly turned into a smile. Nothing felt better than a hug from Danny, and he could literally stand there all day.

After a bit of chatter, they were told by the producers to sit by the table to wait for their choreographer. They probably sat there for two minutes before he came in, and damn, some of these queens were thirsty.

“You guys ready to learn some sissy-ography?” the choreographer asked, and while the others responded positively, Roy managed to get out an ‘I think so’ instead of screaming no and running out. It would probably have made good TV, but probably not as good of an impression.

The more they went through the choreography, the more discouraged Roy got. His legs didn’t move the way he wanted them to, and he was just very uncomfortable. During one of their breaks, Danny came over to him again, just sitting with him. There were no words exchanged, just the two of them spending just a little time alone with each other.

When they were finally done for the day, Roy just felt like sinking to the ground and stay there for a bit, but Danny managed to drag him over to his werk station to find their best drag.

Shane was the first one to be called into the one-on-one meal with mama Ru, and while she was there, it was a bit too quiet in the werk room. No one really wanted to talk, but Roy and Danny didn’t go more than two feet apart. They didn’t even notice it, they were like magnets. If one moved, so would the other.

Then when Shane came back, Danny asked him what he was most worried about. This led to a conversation where Shane told them that he didn’t get what Ru was telling him about not speaking from his heart, but Roy was determined not to say something.

While Greg was away, Shane decided to consult with Roy and Danny about his final runway look, although none of them were particularly helpful. Roy simply decided to find his own stuff, focusing on himself and his vanity. As he pulled out his hooded outfit, he could hear Danny’s words of admiration and smirked to himself. They sounded a lot more genuine than the ones for Shane.

He put his stuff back and went over to Danny, asking him if he knew what to wear yet. Roy knew that Danny hadn’t packed enough for his stay, and so, Danny was struggling. To be honest, Roy would have helped him if he could, but he couldn’t.

“Bianca Del Rio!” one of the crew members shouted a few minutes after Greg returned, and he realized that it was his turn to talk to RuPaul. He inhaled nervously before going into the room and sitting down, telling Ru that he felt like he was at the last supper.

Everything was going pretty great, Ru told him that he was one of the better players they had had in the competition, they joked a bit about Bianca’s secret nice side. Luckily, he didn’t bring up Danny even once, and Roy was quite honestly a little confused. He was very relieved, but he thought he was supposed to talk about it during that meal. That was what they agreed to during that meeting. Oh, well, they probably wanted to wait until the reunion then.

They were so busy the rest of their stay there, so Roy and Danny didn’t really talk until they got ready for their final runway. It was incredibly weird, to think that this would be their last time there. It was also fucking sad, because that meant that Roy had to leave Danny.

The others talked a bit about their impressions of each other, but Roy kind of blocked them out, as he hadn’t been mentioned so far. That changed though, as Danny turned to him.

“When I first met you, I was afraid of you,” he started, and Roy frowned a bit. “Because you are very quick-witted, and I knew that you could shut me down in seconds.”

Roy just sighed at him, shaking his head slightly. Seriously? Afraid? Was that the real reason why Adore had decided to take a hating to him during the first episodes? He hated Adore because of Laganja!

“I thought we were gonna fight,” Danny admitted. “But when I got to know you, the dynamic changed so much. Even before the whole, you know. Well, before that to me, not before that for you. You did go through it sooner than I did. Well, anyway, I feel like you brought out another side in me.”

Roy continued doing his makeup, but he felt both very happy and very sad at Danny’s words. It was a painful reminder of what could have been, but also a good reminder of what they had right now.

“Now, Adore, the first day that I met you, you were standing next to Laganja, and I was like ‘oh, fuck.’. But then it clicked, during snatch game, and I was like ‘oh, she’s fun, she’s cool.’. Then I went through my little crisis, but I remembered you saying something about a hog body, and I’m like ‘I’ve got this extra corset, let me help this bitch out.’.”

Roy realized that it sounded a bit cheesy, and just to be sure, he threw in a comment about how he would have been fat the whole time if he had been Laganja. He made Danny laugh, but Shane made a remark about how he wanted Bianca to finish a sentence without a joke. Roy just rolled his eyes and told him that Courtney is an asshole.

“I feel like there’s an uncomfortability with actually letting people know that you’re nice,” Shane said, and Roy was more uncomfortable having this conversation than letting people know that he was nice. He was actually kind of nice in his everyday life, believe it or not. He decided to explain himself anyway.

“I think that people all the time spend too much energy going ‘I love you’ and that’s just weird,” he said, taking a break from doing his makeup. “So I’d rather go ‘I love you, but your wig is horrible!’, that’s just my approach.”

The conversation stopped there, mostly because Roy ignored the rest of their questions and spent the time getting into drag.

Then, a couple hours later, Bianca’s drag race experience was over for the next months. She was part of the top three with Adore and Courtney, and she couldn’t have been happier with how that turned out. She loved both of those queens to pieces.

As they went back to the werk room, Adore and Courtney started crying as they realized that they actually had a chance on getting that crown, but also that they wouldn’t see each other in a really long time. Bianca did fine, quietly starting to get out of drag, but then Adore walked over to her and hugged her tight.

Adore’s tears were slowly sinking into the fabric of her dress, but she didn’t even care, and before she knew it she was crying too as reality hit her. She wouldn’t see Adore in a very long time. They would be on different sides of the whole fucking country.

“I’ll miss you so fucking much,” Adore cried, and Bianca nodded and tightened her grip around her. “You’ve taught me so much, you’ve helped me more than anyone, and you completely changed my life.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” Bianca whispered, trying not to sob. Fuck, this was so much harder than anticipated. “We’ll see each other at the reunion. We’ll be fine. I-I think we might need the time apart anyway.”

“You know what sucks the most about this?” Adore suddenly giggled. “We need to return these lenses and go back to the fucking glasses!”

“Oh fuck,” Bianca swore, her voice filled with both laughter and crying both fighting to come through. When the hug wasn’t as intimate anymore, Courtney ran over to them and joined in on the hug.

After spending a bit too much time on hugging and crying, the girls got out of drag, and at the hotel they all gave each other one last hug.

“’til the reunion,” Shane said, and both Roy and Danny nodded. It was only five our six months. They could do that. He hoped.