As Devon walked out of the building and onto the pavement, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He yawned slightly as he took it out and looked at the screen, on it was a text from the man he had spent the night with previously, asking if he was alright and wanted to talk about what happened as a result of him coming over and spending the night. It wasn't uncommon for either to sleep with each other, usually it was because they needed a stress relief or was having a bad day and needed a distraction. He responded saying that he wasn't alright but he didn't want to talk about it, which was the norm for the elf. Even though he'd been taking his meds regularly and scheduled therapy appointments the way he should, it was still tolling on him, especially with what had just happened.
The pathway seemed to drone on and on until he stopped before a crosswalk, his phone going off once more. When he looked at the screen he froze, panicking a bit, a pair of blue, almost white, wings sprouted and he took off. It was common for an elf to possess a set of wings that they could summon and hide away easily, it was an evolutionary thing. The man landed in front of a large white building, it was a building he was getting used to seeing. Upon walking in a short young woman walked up to him. "There you are!" She spoke, her voice holding a stern tone. "I'm sorry Jay, I completely forgot about the shoot today." Devon rubbed the back of his neck, nervous for what the woman would say, except she only sighed. "Just don't be late again, now come on, the photographer has been waiting along with the hair and makeup crew." She started walking away to which Devon followed. The woman was Jay Bell, she was Devons manager and almost like a babysitter for him. She was short and not all that curvy, her hair was in a neat bun and the clothes she wore were very professional, a neat black suit, the jacket unbuttoned and her blouse was white.
As the womans heels clicked along the floor Devon looked around, although the building was becoming familiar, it was still quite foreign to the man. Sometimes where would be scenes set up in empty rooms and other times the doors would be closed, he assumed they were either rooms in use or out of commission for the day. She dropped him off in a room before walking away. He quickly gathered the room was his temporary dressing room, where the hair and makeup artists got to work, fixing up his hair and making his skin look porcelain smooth. They crew had dressed him in some fitting clothes for the shoot, a nice white button down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, a black vest over top of the shirt, a pair of gray jeans, and some nice black dress shoes. He was holding a long black coat and he looked professional enough to enter a business meeting and casual enough to hang out with friends, and he'd be lying if he said it was a look he didn't like.
Jay had come back soon enough, looking at Devon and smiling. "Ah perfect, thank you everyone." She smiled at the crew who fixed up Devon, smiling happily, proud of their work. Jay took Devon into the shooting area, where a tall young man stood, setting up a camera. "Mister Williams, this is your model." The woman would smile and Devon walked over to him, locking eyes with the taller, both pausing for a brief moment before Devon held out a hand for the other to shake. "Devon Hayes, it'll be a pleasure to work with you." He smiled, the taller shaking his hand. "Donovan Williams, the pleasure is all mine!" Donovan returned the smile. "Well, let's get started, shall we?" His smile refused to drop as Devon nodded. Donovans smile seemed to brighten up the young singers mood, which surprised him. Donovan walked over and instructed Devon as to the pose he wanted, gently grabbing his chin and moving the shorter's head to a direction he wanted, a very light blush dusted Devons face as he looked in the direction the photographer wanted.
An hour and a half had passed and the photo shoot had finished, anytime Donovan gently moved any part of Devon, he couldn't help but blush, and he wasn't sure why, he assumed it was solely because he was attractive, with his blue eyes that shine like diamonds, or how the freckles on his face made it look like stars were dancing from one cheek to the other. Maybe it was his hair, how it was short in the back but long in the front where some pieces laid ever so perfectly beside his right eye. When Devon had left to go back into the dressing room, he panicked slightly. Shaking his head and texting Nik, saying he'd be coming over, but not to have sex.
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