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“I like that idea.”
“Until we go to move and the dried cum gives you a wax job you never anticipated.”
Van slowly shifted his chest away from mine. I caught his wince when we finally separated.
“Okay, next time, shower right away and save the cuddling for after,” Van said as he stood up.
“Cuddling, huh? Didn’t take you for a hugger,” I teased as he offered his hand to help me.
I stood up and faced him, leaning in for another kiss.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Van warned as he smiled at me.
“What’ll you give me for my silence?”
“More hugs?”
“Sold.”
Once we showered and changed, we made ourselves coffee and got to work.
I grabbed a guitar, and we sat on opposite couches.
“What’s your usual routine?” I asked.
“Music first, lyrics later. You heard the riff I was playing earlier, so we can start with that and go from there.”
Three hours later, we had a good base for a new song.
Van had a great ear for creating a melodic hook that was simple but memorable. I was focused on the rhythm pattern and how that would complement my vocals.
I always gave my input to the songs Van presented to us. And, of course, there were songs I wrote that I would present to him. But this, starting from scratch, creating a song together, was a whole new experience for both of us. And it worked. We bickered back and forth in our usual way until we developed a sound we could both agree on.
“Did you have a look at the recent press clippings?” Van asked as we took a break and shared a coffee on the patio.
Despite the chill, the sea air was energizing.
“Not yet. Anything I should be aware of?”
“There’s a photo of you and me at the airport yesterday. There’s all kinds of speculation on social media about our relationship,” he replied with a frown.
“Okay, well, we agreed to ignore it for now.”
Van was silent, sipping his coffee and staring out at the ocean in the distance. He had that worried expression in his eyes that I knew all too well.
“What’s wrong?”
He bit his lip and then turned to me.
“I got a lot of comments on my personal accounts. Some are supportive, but there’s also a lot of hate. Homophobic rants. It’s just so angry. I’ve never felt that kind of vitriol directed at me before.”
Reality was a rude fucking wake-up call.
“Most of the time, your fans far outnumber the haters, but I never fully understood what it’s like for you. I mean, I did, but not to the extent I do now,” he continued, then reached out to take my hand. “And I worry about what will happen when we come out as a couple. I’ve never had anyone care who I was with. If I went on a date with a woman, no one looked twice. And I don’t like that I’m already worried about how I’m going to handle it.”
I tightened my grip on his hand and brought it up to my mouth, gently kissing his knuckles.
“I won’t bullshit you, it’s not going to be easy. People are going to stop and stare and make comments. There are going to be places we’re not welcome, even with my celebrity status. But I learned a long time ago that we can’t let other people dictate our happiness. There’s always risk in being a high-profile person and being openly gay to boot. And there’s also a reason I have PR people monitoring my accounts. If I read every horrible comment, I’d never leave the fucking house.”
