hometown glory;

Javier saw the other’s reaction and stood up, hands up. “Woah there. Sorry, I just wanted to know your relationships. I can be a bit rough around the edges.” He chuckled and nodded his head as the other gave an answer. “Cool. Do you know if there are any flowers or colors he likes? Or that you want to be focuses on?” He tugged out a binder, flipping it open to a few different options. “Really it just depends on what speaks to you the most.”

He watched the man’s apologetic reaction and it only served to make him even more embarassed. He didn’t want to cause a scene especially because he wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t expecting such direct questions either. “That’s alright.” He managed to say. He scratched his head as he continued to think about it, he had no idea if Todd liked flowers, or what type or color he’d like. His only resort was to hope he’d pick one nice enough. “I have no idea, to be honest.” He wondered if that was the type of conversation they should have, they weren’t prone to talking about a lot of things though. “Maybe something blue?” He suggested, it seemed like a nice color and wouldn’t look out of place at home.

Tristan’s face cracked. His big mouth had got him caught. The beautiful blonde was looking at him as if he had sprouted a second head, and Tristan could feel his already limited chances crumbling like a post flood house. The whole foundation was rotten, and there was no repairing this. “I might have… had my assistant look into you,” Tristan admitted. It sounded worst than it did in his head, but lies weren’t the right way to go about this. A shrug, “it was mostly for.. self preservation. My interest in… men… isn’t exactly public information.” His words were whispered, but he figured the aspiring musician was in a similar boat, considering how his fight-or-flight reflex seemed to kick in the moment that they locked eyes. “Just… let me get you a drink. I’m really not as big a prick as I seem, promise,” Tristan cooed, accent coming out thick as he attempted to lay on the charm.

“I– what?” He wondered for a second if he should be afraid. It is only slightly better when the man clarifies he was more worried about himself, shows he also has something to lose. Still, Beau’s jaw is is tense and he continues to stare down at the man. “I don’t think we should.” He says. “Be getting drinks that is.” He offered as an explanation, and then thinking that might not be enough he took one little step closer. “I’m not... doing that again, with you.” He whispered, hoping that would dissuade the man from continuing to... well, Beau wasn’t sure what he wanted at this point. He just wanted to get his coffee. 

Jake smiled softly at the other and shrugged. “I dunno. Sometimes it does. I just kind of like making friends with the people I hang out with. It means we could totally do it again, if we wanted.” He smiled at the other, giving a small shrug. “But if you don’t want, we don’t gotta. I can totally just leave you alone if you don’t wanna talk or anything.” He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what it was that he should be doing.

Beau tensed again at the mention of ‘doing it again’, not only was that something he normally avoided — ideally he only hooked up with people he’d never see again — but it also felt wrong now, with Todd and him... and whatever was going on with them. “I...” He started, sighing. “I don’t really do this.” He explained, hiding behind his coffee. “I’m also seeingsomeonerightnow.” He said it lower, and quickly, just wanted to get it over with. He hated the look on the other’s face, and he hated talking about himself like this but he couldn’t just send him away. Not when he looked as unsure as Beau felt.

Beau squared up like he wanted to engage in fisticuffs, and Tristan couldn’t help but scoff a little. He hadn’t fought anyone since he was a rowdy youth in Bristol, but this was San Francisco, and the only pain he wanted to afflict on Beau was the type that lead to pleasure. A hand went over his own heart, eyebrows furrowing. Rejection wasn’t something that he was used to, and it hurt, it really did, especially when it came from such a pretty thing. “I know you want to be the next…,” Tristan’s brow furrowed, trying to think of a current country western star and failing, “…Hank Williams?” A smirk at his own lack of interest in music in general. “…you know, my company represents a studio. Maybe you could come lay down a couple tracks sometime?” It was a bribe for more time with Beau, but he couldn’t help himself. He always wanted what he couldn’t have.  

Beau liked this fellow less and less every time he opened his mouth. He had very little time for people who saw themselves as better than him, or music, or country music and his distaste was even plainer than it had been before. Did he even know who Hank Williams was? Beau wasn’t sure. “I’m not interested.” He said, though he hesitated just for a second. He didn’t need his help, he knew that, but it was strange to have someone offering what he’d been working so hard to get, just like that. “How do you even know that?” He asked, he never revealed what he did, and the way the man so casually mentioned it made hims heart race all over again. 

Zodiac Sign:  Pisces

Occupation: Country Singer

Favorite Animal: Dogs

Favorite Snack: Chips

Tristan laughed at the boy. Busy was a lame excuse for a cowboy with a guitar, especially when used on a businessman that could easily buy and sell him. He tried not to be cynical, but such a pretty thing was not made to be slipping through his fingers like this. He wanted more of Beau’s time, and more of his mouth, and preferably more of all of him. “How could I forget that mouth?”, Tristan murmured, eyes on Beau’s lips, “and that charming little twang you have.” If they weren’t in public with secret lives to hide away, the businessman would be running his fingertips over those plush lips. Tristan was dying to touch him again. “Let’s get out of here,” he hissed underneath his breath.

The man’s words renewed the blush on his cheeks, he looked around to make sure no one had heard him, but he was the only one who seemed to care. He wondered what he hated more, the way he looked at him or the comments on his mouth, his accent. Even so, Beau could recognize there was something compelling about the boldness, but he was not the one Beau wanted boldness from and so he continued to stare him down. “Look, pal,” He said, taking a deep breath and making himself look bigger, like his brothers had taught him years ago, “what happened was a one time thing. Like I said, I’m busy.”

The utterly mortified looks that settles onto Joshua’s face as he sits in the booth and averts his head from the cashier, awaiting his snack and trying not to pay any attention to his stomach giving him real grief from not filling the demand it had right away. The frantic grasp of the bagel and furious bite into it as he looked up to the other, wide eyes and a very real blush as he slowly lowered the bread from his mouth; very aware of the tomato juice leaking down his lips that’s expertly swiped away just as soon as it trickles down. “I am…. very high. Stone out of my bush.” Josh impresses upon the other, nodding intently. “Munchies. Hungry. Fish are friend and not food.” He rambled quoting whatever movie he was watching before he stumbled out of his apartment to the cafe. “Thanks you this.” Waving the bagel around like it could of been a weapon, a weapon for hungry destruction; quickly pulling it back to his mouth as if it was in danger of being taken away from him. Was he paranoid? Maybe.

Beau watches the other male carefully, wonders if he was like this, when they first met too and he didn’t notice in his eagerness to get it over with. He frowns now, as he continues to speak fast and senseless. “I... alright?” He says, not sure if there’s anything to say. He doesn’t think he’s unwell but that doesn’t mean much. “You’re welcome.” He said, still puzzled by the other’s odd behavior. “Are you going to be okay alone?” He asks, wondering why he was even still there. Todd was probably going to arrrive at the studio soon and if he wasn’t there...

Jake smiled at the other and shrugged as he moved to sit across from the other. “Well uh… I dunno. I just saw you and wanted to say hi.” He gave a shy smile and shrugged. “I mean after we uh… hung out, you seemed eager to leave. I was just wondering if I did something wrong, y’know?” He gave a small chuckle and looked over at Beau. “I dunno. I just hate to think I made you unhappy. That’s the last thing I want.”

Beau blinked, meeting the other’s eyes and searching for his name. Had he even used his real name when they met? Beau hadn’t. “I...” He shrugs, he never takes too long in these situations, to be fair he thought no one did. “It’s just how it goes, usually, isn’t it?” He offers, feeling somewhat sorry for the other. “You did nothing wrong. I didn’t thought you’d... care.” He finishes, feeling a little embarassed to be discussing that in the light of day. “Did you expect something else?” He asks carefully.

“I don’t know.” He brush his fingers on Beau’s, just the little contact they can have in public.  He puts the guitar away, and tries to not look at his fingers, like he was doing all night long. Because very little detail of Beau’s body was already imprinted on his mind. “Do you want to go out?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. “Or just go home?” Please, please, please, please, go home, he thinks, wanting the comfort of the bed, with Beau under him. The only way he can truly feel safe in this strange town.

Beau felt like a teen with a crush, he guessed in many ways he was, including the way the graze of Todd’s knuckles in a crowded bar was enough to make his breath hitch. Eyes falling down to it automatically before he reminded himself, eyes going back to Todd’s. “Home.” He said, almost whispered. It still made him feel some type of way, to say home like they were... more. He loved performing, loved singing, but his favorite part of the day was going home with Todd, so they could be alone, so they could be themselves. “Let’s just go home.”

“I work here.” Daniel answered, more than a bit puzzled by his latest customers reaction.  The other looked vaguely familiar, like he may have seen the others face on a poster, a billboard, or even possibly pressed against one of his pillows though he was far from being sure.  “I’m sorry… I’ll have someone else take care of the table.”  The baker hoped that if he sent over another server to take care of the customer he wouldn’t lose any business over something he didn’t even remember. 

Stupid. He told himself, watching the man’s puzzled face as he tried to pretend he hadn’t just overreacted to seeing him... in the city he lived. “No, that’s alright.” He says quickly. “I’m sorry.” He continues, looking anywhere but the man’s face. “I’ll just... I just came for a coffee?” He explains, hoping the man doesn’t decide he’s mad or recognizes him. Maybe he doesn’t even remember their brief enconteur. Beau holds onto that sliver of hope. “Maybe a bagel?” He adds, hoping buying something else will make the man less mad at him.

If anyone knew Joshua, they knew he was toasted out of his human experience on a good day; much less truly paying much attention any other day. “Whatta you mean dude? I’m just here for…” A long pregnant pause takes hold before Josh shakes his head with a sudden grin. “Bagel. Cream cheese. Tomaters. That. God I’m so hungry.” The almost pleading look that takes hold of Josh’s face only tickles the munchies he was combatting inside, stomach growling something fierce in protest to the desire to be filled; a feeling Josh was keen to comply to. “Hey man it’s all good. One worries I just… oh my god so hungry.” He turns to the counter and takes one step. “Oh god I can’t do it, they’re judging me for last time. I ordered seventeen bagels and ate six of them before I left.” There’s a small groan as he sees, or maybe doesn’t see the cashier whispering to another as Josh stumbles back a little bit; the nervous chuckle as he looks to the other. “Could you get me a bagel?” It’s not much of a question as it is a demand, change leaving a pocket and being pushed into the hand of the other.

He swallowed, feeling a little silly as the other man practically ignored him in favor of the snacks being sold at the coffee shop. He looked around, following his gaze, barely able to follow with how fast the other was talking. “I...” He starts, but then there’s money being shoved into his hand and an order being barked at him, and though he doesn’t appreciate being ordered around (at least by most people) he finds himself doing just that, throwing a confused look over his shoulder and hoping the whispers he can hear are not about him. A minute or so later he’s back in the same spot, bagel in hand. “Here,” He says, offering it to him, “are you... alright?”

Jake looked a bit confused at the man’s reaction to his waving. “What do you mean? I mean are you working? I’m sorry.” He looked suddenly worried, his brow furrowed. He wasn’t used to being brushed off like this and instantly was worried about what it was that he was doing wrong. “Well uh… Maybe when you’re free we can talk? I don’t wanna bother you though so like no pressure if you don’t wanna.”

Beau’s heart was still racing, but the apologetic tone gave him pause. The other looked just as nervous as he was, which made him just a tiny bit less worried. “I...” He didn’t want to just leave, not when he was looking at him like that, but what else could he do. “I have a little time,” He said, after a second of silence. “What do you want?” He went back to his chair, offering the boy the other and craddling his warm cup of coffee like a shield between them.

Javier raised his eyebrows as he waited for the man who had just entered to finish his sentence. “Well are you fucking the man? Or is he like your land lord.” The question came off a bit blunt and Javi took a moment before clarifying. “I mean what’s your relation. And why are you giving them to him? Is it a special occasion or are you just tryin’ to show affection?” He pushed himself up and took another sip of coffee as he looked at the other, waiting for some kind of answer from the other.

Well are you fucking the man? His face flushed and he stared straight ahead, pretending he hadn’t listened to it as the man clarified his meaning. “He’s my... agent.” He explained, “and friend.” He added quickly, too quickly. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear right then and there. “I... no special occasion, I just want to say thanks, I guess.” He wasn’t expecting so many questions, and now he’s overthinking it, would Todd see it as romantic gesture? Would he hate that?

This was sick. Because finally in The Castro, Hudson had found someone as discreet as himself. Sadly, that meant only getting inside of the pretty mouth the one time, but without exerting too much effort, he had found the coffeeshop that he frequented. Anything was possible with a little too much money and a little too much free time on his hands. A lick of plush lips, and the Brit was smiling like a cocky thing. “I’m just here for a coffee, lad, that’s all. Maybe an espresso shot to put some… spring in my step,” Tristan murmured, looking through Beau like he was trying to see to the menu hanging behind him. “You never did call me,” he hissed quietly, a tad disappointed, but not trying to let it show.

Beau didn’t like the man’s smile. Cocky, and self assured, like when Beau was on his knees for him. It makes his cheeks heat up, and doubt he’s there just for a coffee. He shifted on his feet. It was true, he didn’t call, wasn’t sure if the man wanted him to. Didn’t know if he wanted to either, seeing someone twice was not his thing. “I was busy.” He said shortly. Not a lie, he’d been singing pretty often, trying to get a deal for his first album. “Didn’t think you’d really remember me, either.” He added, hoping the man confirmed that so they both could just get on with their day.

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Beau was just finishing his set — it was a local small venue, not that much of a big deal, but every gig was as exciting as the first one — and Todd watched from the wings, wondering if his feelings for him were too obvious for anyone looking from outside. When finally he makes it out of the stage, Todd extends his hand to catch the guitar. “That wasn’t bad.”​ He was always hard on him, yes, but this was why they got so far. “Your fingers kept sliding in Night Full of Song again.” He always had very specific pointers, but it was just because he always watched the show paying too much attention. “You need to fix that.”

He’s hyperaware of the eyes on him, like this is his first gig. It’s easier to tune it out now, he got used to it all. All but a particular set of eyes, tracking his movements, watching. He learned not to let their gazes meet too often, not to give himself away like that. It all comes crashing down at the end, wasn’t bad both giant praise coming from him and not enough to sate his need to please Todd. He swallows, handing off the guitar and smiling at the people watching. “I know, I know.” He says, I got distracted he wants to say but telling Todd he lost focus because of him is a terrible idea. “I’ll practice when we get home.” He turns to him fully, real smile now. “So what are we doing tonight?”