little piece of you [casey]

[ian michael cowan]

ian hated this, the sneaking around with casey thing. of course he'd probably never admit it to the boy, for fear of him not feeling the same way and ian's bad boy tough guy image goes out the window. he sighed, smoking a cigarette on a park bench waiting for casey to get there. it was around one in the morning, but ian couldn't seem to sleep anymore unless he got to see casey. even better if he fell asleep with the boy in his arms. he couldn't pin point what it was about him that drew him in, but he was in. and he didn't know what the fuck to do.

[casey elijah archer]

It was late and cold out and Casey was honestly a bit worn out from a stupidly long photoshoot that day but when he'd got the text from Ian to meet him in Central Park, he'd only thought about it for a second before deciding to meet him. The feelings he was having for the other man were beginning to make him worry but Casey knew Ian would never be serious about a guy like him so he just continued on like everything was normal. Nothing to worry about. He bundled up nice before heading to the park, which wasn't far from his apartment. By the time he'd found Ian, he was rather cold but oddly looking forward to seeing Ian, even if it only ended up being a booty call that went nowhere at all aside from sex. "Hey." He said softly, stopping and standing in front of where Ian sat, hands tucked in his pockets as he looked down at him, suddenly feeling as thrown off as he always did around Ian.