flynntaylor

[flynntaylor]

flynn locked himself in the room, overwhelmed, heart racing—he couldn’t believe river had said that to him. he had just been doing his job. it wasn’t because he didn’t care—he cared so deeply about river it scared him sometimes. he ran a hand through his hair, breath catching. river was mad at him. maybe he could’ve told that guy to back off, maybe he should’ve, but he hadn’t, and yeah, it had made him uncomfortable, but river shouldn’t be the one hurting—not over a picture that meant absolutely nothing. it wasn’t like he’d cheated right in front of him. when he heard the door open, he turned instinctively, hoping it would be arden—or at least a version of river that wasn’t angry. he couldn’t even look at him properly. shame and sadness had wrapped themselves so tightly around flynn’s chest he could barely breathe, let alone talk. the way river was looking at him felt like a dagger. “this isn’t to make my friends hate you, you’re not the fucking bad guy—but why do you act like i snogged that guy?” he said, his voice cracking. “why do you get so mad at me? yeah, i could’ve told him to move, i could’ve done a lot of things, but you know i couldn’t.” he turned away, blinking through tears. “why does everything have to be about you?” he snapped. “you’ve got a hundred videos of you naked and touching yourself all over the internet—people look at you like you’re theirs, and you let them.” he regretted saying it even as the words flew out, but they were already out, raw and unfiltered. “but i’m not allowed to lose my mind over the fact that a million people pay to see you naked, i have to stay quiet and just take it.” he turned back to face river, voice cracking again. “but yeah, fuck flynn’s stupid feelings, because that’s what everyone does—think about themselves, get angry at me because it’s hard for me to say no, and suddenly i’m the one in the wrong.” his voice broke as tears streamed down his cheeks. “you didn’t even ask how i felt. you didn’t ask if i was okay.” he shook his head slowly. “but yeah, fuck me, right? because i’m stupid and i keep thinking people will understand how hard it is for me to talk to people, to say no, and this is what i get.” he walked away, sitting down on the nearest couch, exhausted and broken. “don’t you think i hated how he looked at me?” he said, louder now. “i hated every second his hands were on me. i fucking hated it. i feel so fucking dirty right now, knowing you saw it, knowing i couldn’t stop it—and your first reaction was to accuse me.” he looked up at river, eyes shining with betrayal. “thanks, boyfriend.”

River wasn’t usually the jealous type. He didn’t need to be. Which was why this hurt more than it should have. They normally didn’t deal with this kind of shit. The fans were nice—kind, even. Mostly just wanted photos. But that one fan had crossed a line. River saw it before Flynn did. Or maybe Flynn had seen it and just... let it happen. That was worse. That was what made River’s jaw tighten as he walked toward them. What made his fists curl slightly at his sides. It was supposed to be a wholesome moment. And River hadn’t missed the way the fan had pulled him close like they owned him—like Flynn was just another prize from the merch table. And Flynn, sweet and non-confrontational to a fault, hadn’t said no. So when Flynn tried to play it down, River didn’t buy it. River watched him closely. Not angry. Not yet. But hurt. “That’s not what this is about,” River said, voice quieter than usual, calmer than Flynn probably expected. “It’s not about a hug.” He stared at him, chest tightening. Because yeah—he knew that. But it didn’t change the fact that when Flynn brushed things off like this, when he tried to make peace with everyone else at the expense of himself. But Flynn didn’t argue back. He just went quiet. Then turned. And walked away. River didn’t move at first. He just stood there, staring at the space where Flynn had been. He heard Arden call Flynn’s name, heard people still laughing and chatting, oblivious to the way things had just cracked open under the surface. “I’m going to talk to him,” he said, already stepping away. “In private.” No one stopped him. He knew exactly where Flynn had gone—back to the small dressing room. River opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind him with a click that sounded louder than it was. Then he leaned back against it, arms folding, one brow lifting slowly. The attitude came naturally. Not out of spite—but because that was how he dealt with things. River rolled his eyes, sharp and deliberate. “Walking away from your boyfriend?” he said, his tone biting but not loud. “Ouch. Next.” But River wasn’t done. He pushed off the door slowly, taking a step forward, pacing now—not with anger, but with energy he couldn’t sit on. “What’s the plan, huh?” he said, tilting his head. “You wanna spiral quietly in here so your friends can hate me outside? ‘Poor Flynn, look what River did to him.’ Is that how this goes?” River shook his head, letting out a sharp breath. “Look, I didn’t come in here to fight with you,” he added, softer now, the edge still there, but blunted. “But don’t act like I’m the bad guy for being pissed when someone touched you like that and you just… smiled." He stopped pacing, standing a few feet from Flynn now. His hands dropped to his sides, his tone dipping lower—less sharp, but not less honest. “Yeah, maybe I’m a little jealous and pissed off,” River said, shrugging one shoulder, like it didn’t cost him something to admit it. “But, dude—you’d feel the exact same if the tables were turned.” He waited. “If someone pulled me in, held on like that, looked at me like I was theirs—and I let them? You’d lose your mind. I know you would.” His voice didn’t accuse. It just told the truth. Then he threw his arms out to the side in pure exasperation, his body tense, eyes narrowing. “But fuck River’s feelings, right?” he snapped, arms still out, like he was inviting some answer that wasn’t going to come.

[flynntaylor]

flynn wasn’t good at opening up about things people could tease him for—sure, he shared his thoughts with arden and the band, but sometimes it was just hard. he fell too hard, too fast, and honestly, it was kind of embarrassing. “yes, i know i opened the door, but you practically barged in,” he said, trying to joke it off and cool the redness in his cheeks. but it wasn’t working, not when his friend’s attention was locked on him—and on his relationship with river. he felt comfortable around casey, which was part of why he opened up in the first place, but now he was lowkey regretting it—not because he didn’t trust him, but because of all the teasing that came with it. he was being honest, confessing how he felt about his boyfriend. flynn had always wanted the kind of love that sweeps you off your feet. maybe he was a hopeless romantic, but if the straight couples in rom-coms could have that kind of love, then so could he—or at least, that’s what he told himself. when he called casey an asshole and he didn’t even flinch, flynn just shook his head. “don’t call me babycakes,” he said, trying not to smile. “maybe you could write me a song,” he added, “skip the romance novel, i don’t like reading—but you could help me write a song. maybe i could be the lead singer and you could play guitar, even though you’re not that good,” he teased, sticking his tongue out. when casey groaned at his question, flynn raised his eyebrows—he probably should’ve googled it first. “boob squeeze? i think river doesn’t have boobs,” he pointed out. and when casey offered to explain what sex was, flynn cut him off fast. “no, i don’t need you to,” he said way too quickly. “so i’m on first base, then,” he nodded, adding, “but my innocent mind is fine.” he paused. “should i be more concerned about how you reacted or how well you explained that?”

Casey didn’t mean to laugh that hard—but Flynn’s horrified expression, the way his ears went red, the flustered way he backpedaled through his own words—it was perfect. He couldn't help himself. He loved watching Flynn squirm when he accidentally overshared, especially when it came to things that made his cheeks burn. Casey grinned, all teeth, leaning back in his seat with a satisfied look like he’d just won something. His laughter slowed, but the smug amusement stayed. “You opened the damn door and then ran straight through it with a monologue,” Casey teased. “Don't blame me for walking in.” He meant it playfully, but he wasn’t blind to what was under the jokes. Flynn never opened up this easily with people—not about love, not about River, definitely not about feelings. But here he was, red-faced and vulnerable, and Casey could tell that it meant something. That trust. That comfort. The way Flynn talked about River—soft and genuine and a little nervous—made something twist in Casey’s chest. Not jealousy, not exactly. Just…a quiet appreciation for how much heart Flynn had. The guy was pure. He raised his hands in surrender. “That’s not new information, babycakes.” But inside, he was smiling. He liked that Flynn could snap back. That he wasn’t just soft—he had fire, too. Then Flynn leaned into it, surprising him with that nod, that confession. Casey blinked, caught off guard for a second by how honest that was. How unapologetically honest. Most people tried to bury stuff like that under sarcasm or shame. But not Flynn. Casey tilted his head, smirking again, but this time it was softer. “You’re gonna make someone write a goddamn romance novel about you,” he said. Then came the question. Casey’s eyes widened dramatically, leaning forward like Flynn had just said something scandalous. “You’re kidding. Oh my God,” Casey groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Okay, class is in session, let’s go. First base: kissing. Second base: hands— usually a boob squeeze. Third base: hands go south. Fourth base, you hit a home run. That's sex.” Casey grinned, biting back another laugh. Then he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, grinning like he was about to deliver a punchline. “Do I need to explain what sex is to your innocent mind, or...?”

[flynntaylor]

flynn laughed along with casey, he wasn't as open about everything in his life as casey was, and he didn't know how he had just ended up telling casey about his boyfriend's past, but that conversation had taken a more mature turn. "i didn't open the door, i was telling you about my boyfriend, i didn't want to know all that," he chuckled, shaking his head. the way casey laughed was enough to know he was enjoying himself way too much seeing flynn all mortified. that was how their relationship worked and, if flynn was honest, he couldn't ask for a better friend. the way casey looked at him as he talked about his experience with river made him feel nervous, but he was telling the truth—the same thing he had told arden after those dates that turned into more than just talking. when casey called him a sap, flynn furrowed his eyebrows, "you're a bit of an asshole," he shot back, feeling his cheeks burn. maybe he was a hopeless romantic, but if he was completely honest, that was what he liked—he didn't enjoy getting swept away too fast, he liked falling in love slowly, savoring every second of it. when casey rephrased what he said, the blonde couldn’t help but nod. "that's exactly how it worked, i felt butterflies and everything, it was so cute," he confessed, surprised by the shift in tone—from calling it cute to casey implying he could go further. "i have limits, but not when it comes to talking about what you did with coral," he pointed out. "and what's the difference between second and third base?" he asked, because honestly, he had heard of that stuff but never really got too invested in learning the real definitions.

Casey couldn’t help but crack up at his best friend’s dramatic groan, the way he delivered that whole “you kiss your girlfriend with that dirty mouth” line like he hadn’t met Casey before. He was already shaking his head, grinning as the rest of the sentence trailed off exactly where Casey knew it would—into a reluctant backpedal. “See, this is what happens when you open the door,” Casey said, laughing as he leaned back in his chair, clearly way too pleased with himself. “Don’t blame me for walking through it.” It was always like this between them—banter, boundaries lightly tested, Casey saying things that made his friend regret ever asking questions in the first place. Honestly, Casey lived for it. Still, he didn’t push too far. Especially now, when the subject shifted just enough to land somewhere a little more honest, a little closer to the heart. Casey watched Flynn stumble through the words, cheeks going crimson like he’d just admitted to a federal crime instead of, y’know, just kissing his boyfriend. It was kind of adorable. Annoyingly so. The kind of adorable that made Casey want to simultaneously tease him into next week and ruffle his hair like a proud older sibling. He raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as he leaned back with a smirk. “God, you’re such a sap.” But underneath the sarcasm, he meant it in the best way. Still, he couldn't help but add, “So what I’m hearing is… River’s got you out here kicking your feet and blushing like a high schooler over a couch kiss. Honestly? Kinda love that for you,” he said after a beat, tone softening. “You deserve someone who makes you feel safe and turns you into a tomato.” Then, without missing a beat: “But don’t expect me to sit through the full rom-com recap every time you two lock lips. I have limits, man. Update me next when you get to second or third base when he gets you all you all horny over him."

[flynntaylor]

they normally didn’t have to deal with these kinds of moments, their fans were always nice. they normally wanted to take pictures next to casey, he was the real star, the voice of the group, sometimes arden—normally women—flynn could get why, they were the main attraction of the group, he wasn’t mad about it. he was glad people liked them. but that fan wanted a picture next to him, and the blonde wasn’t able to say no. it was supposed to be a wholesome moment, but it didn’t feel like it. he wasn’t really happy. in fact, the other had made him feel bad. as river walked towards them, flynn tried to stay calm, maybe river hadn’t noticed, maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but it wasn’t, and river had noticed. “it was just stupid, river, i overreacted, he was just hugging me, that’s fine,” he tried to brush it off, trying to blend into the group’s energy, but it wasn’t working for him. as he lowered his voice, he felt like he couldn’t look him in the eyes. he was nervous. “you’re not just my boyfriend, river, it’s completely different,” he assured, his brow furrowing. as river accused him of prioritizing his own feelings over his, flynn felt his chest tightening. he didn’t say anything, he just walked away, quickly, toward the room they had changed in before the concert. he heard arden saying his name, people chatting loudly—after all, the room still had a little line of people waiting for a picture—but he couldn’t do it.

River had seen the shift in Flynn the moment that fan leaned in a little too close. He’d tried to brush it off at first—he knew Flynn hated making a scene, especially in front of people. But he could read Flynn like a book by now. The forced smile, the slight edge in his voice, the way his shoulders had tensed just enough to give him away. River had clocked all of it, and it had made something tight coil in his chest. The group had moved on quickly, the band cracking jokes and ribbing each other like always. River had played along, greeted everyone with that easygoing charm, but his mind had stayed half-focused on Flynn. He saw the way he avoided eye contact, biting at his lip like he was trying to swallow down the discomfort. That fan had crossed a line—even if it was subtle. And even if Flynn didn’t say it out loud, River felt it. "Yeah,” River said quietly, not in a teasing way but like he was just being honest. “It kind of was.” He stepped in a little closer, lowering his voice just enough so the others couldn’t hear. “No one gets to make you uncomfortable like that." River glanced over at the group, all wrapped up in their jokes and easy laughter, before turning his gaze back to Flynn again. He furrowed his eyebrows as Flynn said it was just a picture. It didn't make it right. "It’s just a picture?,’” he repeated, slightly annoyed. “... And I’m just your boyfriend.” River knew he was being dramatic. He knew it. It was just a photo. A quick, passing moment with a fan who probably didn’t think twice about it after walking away. But that didn’t stop the way his jaw tightened, or how his stomach had knotted the second he saw Flynn lean in—even if it was just to be polite, even if it meant nothing. “You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Cool. Glad we’re prioritising his feelings over mine."

[flynntaylor]

casey wasn’t the first person he talked about it with besides arden—she had been the first one because she was the one who found that video for him. he was still curious how she even managed to do that, but he wasn’t about to ask. he didn’t want to know how she had an account on that site or whatever, the thought alone made a shiver run down his spine. still, flynn couldn’t help but feel awkward about it, knowing casey now knew his little secret made him nervous. he knew casey had no problem talking about how great her alone time with her girlfriend was, but he wasn’t like that—he was way more private. "i know i’m not doing anything wrong, but it’s like ‘ohh i’m watching you,’” he said, voice going all ghostly. “okay, that wasn’t how i wanted it to sound,” he added quickly, wincing. “i know he’s the one who posted it online,” he sighed, “but it’s like… i paid for it, even if it was arden, you know? i don’t know, maybe i’m overthinking it way too much.” he shook his head. that always happened. “casey, stop,” he groaned, feeling his cheeks burn red as casey kept teasing him. when she started describing how he probably recorded himself, he closed his eyes and covered his ears. “i don’t want to know the thought process behind those videos, casey!” he laughed, shaking his head. “god, i would say ‘and you kiss your girlfriend with that dirty mouth,’ but the answer is gonna be something like ‘yes and she enjoys it,’ so i’ll save myself the embarrassment,” he said with a laugh. sometimes he couldn’t believe his best friend. “yeah, i know i was the one who brought it up, but i don’t want to imagine you like that, casey,” he insisted. when the next question came, he sighed—the topic was kind of related but way less spicy. “we’ve kissed… a couple of times,” he admitted, smiling as his face went bright red, “mostly in his apartment,” he added shyly. “i think he enjoys how flustered i get a little too much,” he confessed, “but he’s so secure and comfortable… he’s nice, maybe the nicest boyfriend i’ve ever had.”

Casey couldn’t help but grin at Flynn’s nervousness. Of course, Flynn would get shy about something like this—he wasn’t exactly the type to broadcast personal details, especially when it came to something as intimate as watching videos of his boyfriend. Casey, on the other hand, had no problem being open about that kind of stuff. It didn’t faze him, and he loved how Flynn would try to cover up the awkwardness with humor. When Flynn admitted to feeling like a creep for watching his boyfriend in private moments, Casey raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a chuckle. "I get it, man. It's a little weird, but it’s not like you're doing anything wrong," he reassured him. "But I get it, overthinking and all that… it's like you’re doing something shady, right? Just remember he's the one that posted them online." He could see the way Flynn was over-analyzing it, but Casey wasn’t judging. In fact, he found it kind of endearing. "Nah, man, not judging," he said with a grin, leaning back in his seat. "But I can’t say I wasn’t laughing about how into that video you seem to be. You were totally glued to it, huh?" He let out a teasing laugh, fully expecting Flynn to blush more, but he had no malice in it. This was just how their friendship worked—teasing, but never crossing any boundaries. "My phone and dick are held with two different hands. How would I whack one out if I was videoing myself at the exact same time?" As Flynn awkwardly shifted the conversation, asking if Casey had anything else to talk about, Casey couldn’t help but laugh. "Oh, come on, you’re the one who brought up the videos!" he said, still amused. "But sure, we can talk about something else. Maybe something less... spicy." Casey’s grin turned mischievous as he leaned in a little closer, watching Flynn squirm. He wasn’t one to hold back when he had something to tease his best friend about, especially when it came to topics like this. Flynn’s awkwardness just made it more fun. "Yeah, have you kissed him yet?" Casey asked, his voice dripping with playful curiosity. He raised an eyebrow as he watched Flynn’s reaction, clearly enjoying the way his best friend seemed to get more uncomfortable with every passing second. "Or have you just watched his stuff and thought about it?"

[flynntaylor]

fans weren’t normally a problem when it came to the group. they were usually nice and fun to be around, and that was one of the things he loved most about taking pictures with them. it felt good seeing who was behind all those views and listens their songs got. but if he was being completely honest, he hadn’t liked the way that last fan made him feel. obviously, he wasn’t going to say anything—he was way too nervous and anxious for that. he tried to keep it to himself, but it had been hard, and judging by the way river looked at him, he had noticed too. he’d been uncomfortable, but he hadn’t said a word. as his boyfriend greeted his band, flynn couldn’t help but smile—it kind of felt like a soft launch. they all knew he had a boyfriend, but meeting them all in person felt like another step forward in their relationship. after all, the band was like his family. at his question, flynn looked away, trying to act unbothered by that fan, but it hadn’t worked. he bit down on his lower lip, feeling a little ashamed. he heard arden joke about not doing a boudoir shoot with a fan, which made everyone laugh, but flynn was too embarrassed to say anything. at river’s words, flynn looked back at him. “it was,” he finally admitted, “but it was just a picture… i didn’t want to make things awkward or have him get mad, river,” he said softly. “was it that obvious?” he asked, worried, his eyes searching the taller boy’s face for reassurance.

River’s eyes narrowed as he watched the fan wrap his arms around Flynn, the touch far too familiar and not in the friendly way the meet and greets were supposed to be. Flynn’s body stiffened instantly, and River could tell by the way his shoulders tensed and the subtle shift in his expression that he wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t just the fan’s behavior that bothered him—it was the fact that Flynn never said anything, that he always tried to hide how much he hated being in those situations. River couldn’t stand it. He hated seeing Flynn let people cross boundaries like that just to keep the peace. The fan’s hand lingered too long, resting over Flynn’s chest in a way that felt too intimate for a meet and greet, and River’s patience snapped. He watched as Flynn forced a smile, doing his best to stay kind, but River was already on edge. He wanted to walk over and push the guy off, but he knew Flynn would be pissed if he did. Still, he couldn’t shake the irritation bubbling inside him. River’s jaw clenched as he turned away, trying to shake the frustration that was rising within him. He was the next to approach. River walked toward Flynn, a slight annoyed expression on his face. The meet-and-greet had been going smoothly, but there was a lingering tension in the air, especially after the way that last fan had made Flynn uncomfortable. River couldn’t shake the thought of how the fan had touched Flynn, how the discomfort had been so visible on his face despite his best efforts to stay composed. It didn’t sit well with him. As he drew closer, River tried to push the irritation out of his mind, forcing himself to focus on the moment in front of him. He didn’t want to make things awkward, especially for Flynn or his band, but a part of him couldn’t just ignore what had happened. He stepped up, his smile warm but with an underlying tension that wasn’t entirely hidden. "Hi Flynn, Arden, Nate and Casey." He couldn’t help but glance at Flynn, watching him closely, wanting to make sure he was okay. River’s mind was still reeling a bit, but he wasn’t about to let it show. He knew Flynn would try to brush it off, but River wasn’t going to let this moment slide without making sure his best friend was alright "I don't know. Is any pose off limits or is it just a free for all out here?" He hoped Flynn would speak up if he needed to, but for now, River just wanted to make sure he felt uncomfortable too. He leaned in a little closer to Flynn, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance, though he tried to keep it low-key. “Call me a bad boyfriend or whatever,” River began, his voice slightly tight, “but I didn’t like the last guy’s pose with you. A bit too much, no?” River wasn’t usually one to make a big deal out of things, but seeing Flynn try to grin and bear it when clearly unsettled made him mad. Flynn deserved to be comfortable, and River hated that he felt like he had to tolerate things like that.

[flynntaylor]

meet and greets weren't something the band had done for a long time, only after that big concert did people start talking about it, and the band couldn't say no to the opportunity. the moment they shared, exchanging a few words with fans and taking pictures, was always fun. sometimes, they'd get weird requests, like one time when a fan asked the band to pick them up bridal style, and they couldn't say no to such an odd request. but the guy who came up to take a picture with his friends actually made flynn feel uncomfortable. flynn was always kind and gentle, trying not to think of this guy touching him as anything sexual, but the way he wrapped his arms around him and placed his hand over his chest was making him nervous. he could feel the guy noticing how fast his heart was beating, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. when the guy unwrapped his arms and waved goodbye to the others, arden looked at flynn, wordlessly asking if he was okay, having noticed that her best friend wasn’t comfortable. but then there was river, one of the next people. he smiled as he walked closer. "hey, stranger," he mused, trying to sound casual, wanting to push that image out of his mind. "any requests?"

River stood in the queue, leaning against a nearby wall as he observed the chaotic swirl of fans surrounding Flynn and his band mates after the concert. The meet and greet was full. He stood right at back of the queue. His eyes scanned the queue, flicking from one excited face to the next, but his gaze always seemed to land back on Flynn. Flynn, his boyfriend. Flynn, who was currently caught in a hug from some overzealous fanboy who was absolutely lingering a little too long for River's liking. The fan’s arm was draped across Flynn's chest in a way that made River’s stomach twist. There was something about the way this particular fan was holding on—his head resting against Flynn’s shoulder, the hand splayed across his chest and trailing down it slightly with what looked like more intimacy than a simple photo opportunity. He could see the fan boy’s eyes half-lidded with something close to affection, maybe more than affection. River shifted uncomfortably where he stood, arms crossed tightly as he forced himself to look away, not wanting to make it obvious that he was eyeing the interaction. He knew Flynn was kind and gentle with his fans, always trying to make them feel seen. River was proud of him for that, for his generosity. But goddamn, he hated moments like this. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the fan boy finally let go, and Flynn flashed his signature grin—easy, warm, and oblivious to the fact that River had been watching the whole exchange. River could feel his jaw tighten, but he pushed the irritation down, forcing a smile as he moved through the queue toward Flynn.

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[flynntaylor]

of course flynn was going to get shy about it, he wasn’t the one who went around telling the band about what he did in private, that was more of a thing casey and nate did. it didn’t feel weird telling his best friend, but admitting he’d seen a video of his boyfriend touching himself online a few times made him a little anxious. "i know, but i feel like a creep watching him like that, i don’t know," he shook his head. there was nothing wrong with it, yet here he was, overthinking it like he was doing something illegal. "i hope you're not judging," he chuckled, looking at casey who’d just admitted he liked to laugh about how into that video the blonde was. he knew his best friend would tease him about it. when casey admitted he had his own little gallery of coral’s spicy moments, flynn felt a blush creeping up his cheeks. "do you ever let me hold your phone again?" he mused, shivering as he shook his head. the thought of finding one of those videos haunted him. "okay, i’ve had enough talking about videos," he shook his head. "do you have anything else you wanna talk about?" he laughed nervously.

Casey leaned back in his chair, casually swirling the coffee in his cup, a smirk playing on his lips as he listened to Flynn’s words. As Flynn admitted to watching the video too many times, Casey couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, genuinely curious but also amused. "Hey, don't act all shy about it," Casey teased, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "It’s your boyfriend's past videos, Flynn. You do whatever you want to do with those things." He chuckled as Flynn warned him not to judge, clearly trying to defend his little guilty pleasure. "You really think I’m judging?" Casey shot back, leaning forward with a mock-serious expression. "Nah, I’m just laughing at how into it you are." He loved giving Flynn a hard time, especially when the guy was so earnest about it all. He leaned forward, lowering his voice just enough to make it sound like he was sharing a scandalous secret. "You know, I’ve got a whole collection of… well, let’s just say, memories that I like to keep private. No big deal." He waggled his eyebrows teasingly, clearly enjoying how much it was throwing Flynn off. Flynn’s expression was priceless, and Casey couldn’t help but laugh outright, completely unbothered by the teasing. "I mean, it's not like it’s anything weird. Just some fun, you know?" He shrugged, still smiling. "I have a toddling kid at home now, sometimes we don't get the time to get down and dirty, video's suffice sometimes."

[flynntaylor]

when flynn asked casey if he wanted to go out for coffee, it wasn’t just for casual conversation—he wanted to talk about his boyfriend’s past. not because he wanted to judge him, but because he needed to tell someone who was in a relationship. maybe casey would know more than arden and her single self. "she’ll be happy to hear about that," he nodded, thinking about coral. he had a great relationship with her—she was the nicest soul and always balanced out the band’s energy with her calm nature. he couldn’t not like her. "i know you’re not going to judge him, i’m not judging him either, but i wanted to tell you. i still need to tell nate, but i feel like he’s going to laugh at my reaction even more than you," he mused. nate was the best, but he would absolutely take every chance to tease flynn about it, and flynn wasn’t sure he was ready for that. "hey, don’t judge me, she makes me feel things," he added with a playful smile, though if he was honest, even if river’s video had been his most-streamed clip, he wouldn’t admit it out loud. he was a little embarrassed by how many times he had watched it. "you should stop laughing and talking—enjoy your drink," he teased casey back. maybe casey knew a lot about this, but in his past relationships, flynn had never recorded himself or his partners. maybe it was because he was afraid of those pictures or videos getting leaked, but he hadn’t even realized it was such a common thing. "i know, i only have to do the things i feel like doing, but i didn’t know people actually did that," he confessed. when casey reminded him that he had standards, flynn nodded—he was right, and that was why flynn liked talking to him. he always had some kind of advice, even if it came with a side of teasing. "oh, please don’t tell me you do that too," he groaned, shaking his head. "i don’t need to know what you two send each other," he laughed. "knowing you, it’s probably not the most tasteful video ever," he added playfully. "poor coral, i feel bad for her."

Casey leaned back in his chair, the laughter bubbling up at Flynn’s quick retort about Coral finding him and “ending” him if he ever thought about seeing Casey naked. He was used to the teasing by now—Flynn’s dry wit had always been one of his favorite things about him—but hearing Flynn casually mention his boyfriend’s OnlyFans account still caught him off guard. It was a solid move, and Casey’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. “I'm for my girlfriend's eyes only, sorry about it.” Casey chuckled, not missing the smile that tugged at Flynn’s lips. It was clear Flynn had learned to roll with the punches. Years of friendship had taught him how to match Casey’s teasing without missing a beat. "Go ahead and brag all you want. I'm not judging him for his videos. He can do what he wants to do." But then, Flynn dropped a comment about "Bejeweled" and Taylor Swift, and Casey leaned his face into his hand; face-palming. "You Swifties! You're obsessed with that woman and her songs and her videos." Flynn’s attempt to steer the conversation away wasn’t working. It never did with Casey. As much as Flynn tried to dodge, Casey was always there to keep the conversation rolling, pulling him back in with another round of teasing. But then, Flynn caught him off guard again, trying to stop him from laughing too hard by pointing out how he was about to spill his drink. "Hey!" Casey laughed, finally regaining his composure. "I can laugh and drink at the same time. It's a talent." He took a careful sip, making sure not to spill it this time. “Recording yourself for private use? Yeah, that’s a thing,” Casey replied, his voice thoughtful now. “A lot of people do it just for fun or to keep things private. Doesn’t have to be anything public. But you’ve gotta be comfortable with it, you know? There’s no pressure to do anything you’re not cool with.” Casey leaned back, giving Flynn a reassuring look. "“Whatever feels right for you, man. And hey, I’m sure you’ve got no problem turning down offers when you don’t want to be on camera. You’re Flynn—you’ve got standards.” He shot Flynn a grin, knowing full well that his friend might still be a bit shy about it all. But that was what made their friendship so easy—Flynn could talk about the awkward stuff without judgment, and Casey could keep the conversation flowing, making it feel like less of a big deal. "I'm not going to pretend I haven't sent my girlfriend a video in the past. I'd also find it hot if she sent one to me."

[flynntaylor]

flynn and river were two very different people—polar opposites, even. flynn was constantly overthinking every little detail of his life, no matter how small. he could be pretty chill when he was around the people he loved and trusted, but most of the time, he was trying to keep everything under control, not to mention how emotional he could be. on the other hand, river was secure, confident… basically the complete opposite of his boyfriend. maybe that was part of the reason flynn was so drawn to him—aside from how ridiculously handsome he was. as river told him how thrilled he was that he had seen the video, flynn raised his eyebrows. "thrilled" wasn’t the word he would have chosen, but it was valid. "i’ll have to thank arden then," he chuckled softly. there was something electric about the way river looked at him, something that made his heart race inside his chest. he was nervous—river made him nervous, and there was nothing he could do about it. when river told him he looked cute because of it, he felt warmth creeping up his cheeks. "i don’t think any less of you," he promised, "i was surprised, but not in a bad way." he could never think anything bad about river. the moment river climbed onto his lap, flynn felt his heart thunder against his ribs. when he told him not to overthink it, flynn sighed—that was easier said than done. still, as he looked up at him, he let instinct take over, cupping river’s face gently and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, though there was something deeper beneath it—something that wanted more.

River watched Flynn closely, noticing the way his cheeks turned red as the conversation went on. There was something so endearing about Flynn’s nervousness, how he tried to hide it, but River could see right through him. It was clear Flynn wasn’t used to being so open, especially not about something so raw and real. River found it charming—how Flynn always overthought everything, worried about the details. It made him want to reassure him, to draw him out even more. When Flynn asked if River was glad he’d watched the video, River’s smile spread, amused by the surprised tone in his voice. Flynn really didn’t realise how much his actions spoke for him. River tilted his head, his gaze never leaving Flynn’s. “Glad?” he teased lightly, leaning a little closer. “I’m thrilled. It's saved me the job of telling you." The warmth in the room between them was undeniable, and River could feel how the energy shifted as he moved to sit on Flynn’s thighs. Flynn’s breath hitched, and for a brief moment, River couldn’t help but notice how much he was affecting him. It wasn’t just physical; it was everything—the way Flynn looked at him, the way his eyes flickered with uncertainty, yet his body was telling a different story. River’s confidence grew as he leaned in just a little, keeping the space between them charged with possibility, but he was patient, waiting for Flynn to find his own rhythm. When Flynn finally spoke, his voice softer but clear, River’s heart gave a small beat in his chest. “You’re cute when you’re nervous,” River said, his voice calm and warm, a hint of playfulness. “But you don’t need to be. Not around me. I'm not thinking any more or any less of you and I hope you don't think any more or less of me because of my past too." River felt a smile tug at his lips. It was a small victory, a gentle affirmation of what had been simmering between them. He gave Flynn a moment. River leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving Flynn's face. He could feel the tension in the air, the way Flynn was trying to figure out what to do next, unsure of himself, but River wasn’t about to leave him hanging. His gaze flickered between the other's eyes and mouth. “Flynn,” River said softly, his voice gentle but filled with something undeniable. He gave Flynn a small smile, a knowing look. “You don’t need to overthink this. Just follow your instincts. If you want to kiss me... then do it.”

[flynntaylor]

everyone knew flynn was a very anxious person with a tendency to overthink, worry about the details, and be dismissive about his abilities. he could tell how much river was really enjoying seeing him like that, but he was struggling to admit it or even let himself feel it. he was better at acknowledging others' feelings—his own? that was a whole different challenge. he could have been more like nate, casey, or arden and simply told river that he had watched and rewatched his video, that he had even used it when he was needy, but that wasn’t flynn. flynn was going to blush and try to see where that took him instead. he was nervous; he had never been in this situation before. when river told him he looked cute when he was nervous, flynn couldn't help but glance at him, his cheeks burning red at the comment. flynn could be really outgoing, but when it came to those kinds of conversations, it was hard for him. of course, he wanted the real thing—he had probably memorized the whole video. "you're glad i watched it?" he asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. he wasn't expecting that. as river took the pillow away from him, flynn was about to protest, but then he found river climbing on top of his thighs, straddling and sitting on top of him. he felt his breath hitch, his heart racing inside his chest. how was he so good at this? that was a mystery to flynn—one he didn’t mind seeing more of. the tension in the air was making flynn feel dizzy. how was river so captivating, sexy, and confident? "yes," he simply answered, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying it. as river told him he didn’t have to feel pressured, flynn’s eyes moved to meet his boyfriend’s, and he let out the air he had been holding. "i do want to kiss you right now."

From River's perspective, the moment felt almost like a game, but one with higher stakes. He watched Flynn squirm on the couch, trying to cover up his obvious embarrassment, and couldn't help but feel a surge of amusement. It was adorable, really. Flynn was clearly struggling with something that, to River, wasn’t all that difficult to navigate with his own feelings. He leaned back against the couch casually, giving Flynn an easy smile. River was well aware of the video in question—the one Flynn had clearly watched over and over. It didn’t surprise him. A lot of people had watched it. “It’s cute that you’re being so nervous,” River said with a little chuckle, watching Flynn fumble with his words. "It's a video. It was made with the intention of being watched. I'm glad you added to the views on it." Flynn was still rambling, trying to get the words out in a flood of nervousness, but River simply raised an eyebrow. “You wanted the real thing, huh?” River let the words hang in the air, taking a moment to study the other’s face, the way he flushed and stammered. It was endearing in a way that made River feel a little more at ease with his own feelings. It wasn’t hard to see the desire in Flynn's eyes, even if he was still a little unsure. River wasn't going to rush anything. He liked Flynn too much for that. But teasing him a little? That was too tempting to resist. With a smooth, fluid motion, he reached out, grabbed the pillow from Flynn’s hands, and tossed it aside without a second thought. Without giving him a chance to protest, River climbed over Flynn’s lap with a practiced ease. His knees brushed against Flynn’s thighs as he positioned himself comfortably, straddling Flynn in a way that was both intimate and teasing. River grinned, leaning in just enough to feel the heat of Flynn’s breath on his face. He let the silence stretch between them for a second, savoring the electricity in the air. "Still nervous?" River asked, his lips just a breath away from Flynn's ear. His leaned down and picked up the other's hands intertwining them with his. "I don't feel pressured."

[flynntaylor]

after years of friendship, flynn had managed to learn how to push his nervousness away whenever he was with the band. they were his best friends, so he allowed himself to joke and tease them. it came as second nature now, even if they were the ones who loved teasing him because of how nervous he could get. as casey kept joking about how he was imagining him naked, flynn couldn't help rolling his eyes. "even if i wanted to keep that image of you naked, i know coral would find me and end me, so i don't feel like that happening," he joked, a smile tugging the corners of the blonde's lips. the look on casey's face amused him—he was sure casey wasn't expecting flynn to casually mention that his boyfriend had an onlyfans account. "thanks for letting me brag about my boyfriend," he rolled his eyes playfully, "i don't remember giving you permission to brag about coral though, was that a thing?" he joked. he had scored, that was true—he had found a really hot and nice boyfriend, a little spicy too, and no one would deny that. "i don't think it's my most repeated video, tay tay takes the cake with 'bejeweled,'" he mused sincerely. sometimes, flynn could find ways to ditch conversations too easily, but that didn’t work—not with casey. "can you not smack me because you're laughing? you're going to pour your drink onto the ground," he mused, trying his best not to laugh along with casey. "he hasn't asked me to be in one, and i don't think i could do that," he admitted. he wasn’t confident, and the thought of people seeing him like that scattered across the internet made him sick. "is that a thing? recording yourself even if it's for private use?"

Casey couldn't help but laugh at Flynn's playful teasing. It wasn’t the first time they’d joked around like this, or the last, but with the way Flynn was talking, he couldn't deny that the conversation was taking a turn and amusing him. He knew Flynn well enough to know that he wasn’t really serious, but still, hearing Flynn talk so openly about these things always threw him off a little. His friend was good dude. "Alright, alright," Casey said, holding his hands up in mock surrender, "I'll stop talking about my cock, but seriously, you need to get that image out of your head. I know how hard that's gonna be for you." When Flynn mentioned the video, Casey raised an eyebrow, already guessing where this was going. He had known Flynn long enough to expect the unexpected, but this? This was new territory. It was almost hard to believe Flynn was so open about his boyfriends antics. River seemed like a wild child in comparison to one of his besties. "He's hotter in person too? Score, dude. You get to brag about him." The smirk on Flynn’s face made Casey laugh again, despite how ridiculous the conversation had gotten. “Dude, you’re out of control,” he said, shaking his head but still grinning. “I bet it's your most repeated video now too, now, huh? Does he know you watched it?" Casey tilted his head back as a loud laugh escaped from out of him. He playfully smacked his best friend on the thigh to calm himself - letting him know that his comment had tickled him. "Oh, no, please. You should save any sight of that for your boyfriends eyes only. Has he asked you to be in one?"

[flynntaylor]

flynn loved casey and all their bandmates. he could always be himself around them—they’d never judge him for anything. and coral? he loved her with all his heart. she was the sweetest girl ever, and casey and coral together were a match made in heaven. “oh, if you make a dirty comment out of that, i swear i’ll smack you, dude,” he joked, shaking his head at casey’s comment. “you’ll get used to it—you’re already good at dealing with yourself,” he teased, sticking his tongue out at him. “it’s the military,” he added with a playful eye roll at casey’s words. “can you stop talking about your cock? thank you. i’m trying to enjoy my incredibly sweet drink here, and i really don’t want to picture what’s under your underwear,” he laughed, shaking his head. it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen casey naked before—they’d been friends way too long for it to be weird. flynn knew his news would probably shock casey, but the way he reacted was hilarious. “yeah, like an account with videos,” he nodded, trying to keep a straight face. at casey’s reaction, he raised an eyebrow. “i really shouldn’t be talking about this, but yeah, man. really hot,” he admitted, grinning. “i get why people pay to see that,” he said with another nod. “but honestly? he’s way hotter in person.” a smirk tugged at his lips as he added, “i kinda had to admit how many times i’d watched that video, but man, god... it was something else. he’s so hot, and the confidence? wow. i’m gonna have to start keeping track—or you’re gonna end up being the one seeing my huge cock.” he teased, laughing.

Casey sat back in his chair, listening to Flynn's laughter with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Flynn's teasing was relentless, but Casey knew it came from a place of familiarity and affection. As Flynn snapped his fingers, sassy as always , Casey couldn't help but roll his eyes, though the warmth in his smile betrayed the fondness he felt for the joke. "Yeah, she’s a saint, alright," Casey muttered, half to himself, but loud enough for Flynn to hear. "I honestly don’t know how she does it. I’d be exhausted if I had to deal with me all the time." He shook his head with a laugh, genuinely grateful for Coral’s patience and understanding. When Flynn mocked their dynamic with the "two gay people loving each other like an old married couple," Casey couldn’t help but chuckle. Arden and Flynn were such besties. Flynn’s teasing about Casey’s ego wasn’t anything new, but it still got a laugh out of him. "Yeah, I’m sure it’s the humility," he said, sarcasm dripping from his words. "That’s definitely what keeps her around. That and my huge cock" He nudged Flynn with his elbow, nodding confidently, knowing that must've been a great perk of his. Then Flynn leaned in, his tone shifting to something conspiratorial, and Casey immediately knew he was about to hear something ridiculous. Flynn’s eyes glinted as he shared the news about River. "Wait, what?" he asked, leaning in closer, despite the ridiculousness of the situation. "River has an Only Fans? And videos? Dude, that’s next-level." Casey’s voice dropped to match Flynn’s whispered tone, a grin spreading across his face. "Tell me more. Are they hot?"

[flynntaylor]

he knew there wasn’t an easy way to tell his boyfriend what his best friend had found out about him. it wasn’t like arden had stumbled across his instagram account—she’d found a much more explicit site with his content all over it. at his question, flynn could feel the redness creeping up his cheeks. “she technically did, but they’ve all been dating for years now,” he explained. “we were the single ones for a long time. i mean, i’m not now, but we were,” he added. arden wasn’t just a friend; she was his best friend. even though she loved teasing the hell out of him, he loved her so much—she was the best roommate anyone could ask for. “oh, i don’t plan on sharing a bed with her. she kicks in her sleep, and i’d end up sore in the morning,” he chuckled, shaking his head. the tension hung heavy in the air. it wasn’t just awkwardness; when flynn admitted he’d seen the video multiple times, it was clear he was getting nervous. but river didn’t seem nervous—he seemed amused. “i’ve seen it,” flynn finally admitted, like he was confessing to something huge. as river responded, flynn felt his heart stop—or at least it felt that way. he didn’t expect it to be this obvious. he grabbed a pillow on the sofa, trying to cover the growing evidence of his arousal. “i–i don’t know,” he stammered, “i guess i didn’t want to admit how many times i’ve replayed that video,” he confessed, his voice shaky. “i got nervous... but i want the real thing. i didn’t want to pressure you—though i guess that doesn’t matter since you’ve posted yourself on that page and i...” he started rambling, words tumbling out uncontrollably. “i got nervous. you make me so nervous. and hard. right now.”

River tried to keep his composure as Flynn fumbled through his explanation, but it was impossible not to feel a little entertained by Flynn’s nervous energy. He could see Flynn’s hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, the way his eyes darted around, and it made River want to smirk. As Flynn quickly clarified his role in the whole situation, River couldn’t help but chuckle. "Does she do a background check on everybody someone in your band dates?" River teased lightly, his voice smooth but filled with amusement. He was used to Flynn’s occasional awkwardness, but it still had a way of making River grin. He leaned back casually, eyes glinting with that signature wit of his. The mention of Arden being "the wife Flynn will never have" had River snickering. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, we all have girl friends" he replied, clearly entertained by the dynamic between them. "I don’t think Arden’s the one who’ll be sharing a bed with you anytime soon, so no worries there. I don't feel threatened at all." He gave Flynn an exaggerated wink, leaning in as if to add extra emphasis. The mood shifted slightly when River’s question hit, and Flynn’s response had River instantly feeling like he had a secret weapon. Flynn’s reaction was priceless—his face turning bright red, eyes darting downward as if trying to avoid the subject entirely. River’s heartbeat picked up a little in response to the palpable tension in the air. There was something incredibly satisfying about having Flynn this worked up, and River couldn’t help but let his lips curl into a smug smile. River leaned in just a little closer, raising an eyebrow as Flynn’s confession slipped out, barely audible but clear enough to make River’s chest tighten. "So you’ve definitely seen it," he repeated, the corners of his mouth twitching with the need to tease. He could hear the hesitation in Flynn���s voice, but there was something undeniably genuine in his words, and River’s grin only widened. "Well, looks like it’s doing something for you, huh?" River’s tone was soft, almost too casual, but his eyes were locked on Flynn’s, watching every subtle shift in his expression. He could feel the heat in Flynn’s face, and River couldn’t resist pushing just a little further. "Why'd you watch it multiple times over and over again when you could have just called and had the real thing?"

[flynntaylor]

flynn was doing his best to act nonchalant, but his nerves betrayed him as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "look, i didn’t ask arden to go all fbi on you," he said quickly, holding his hands up as if to defend himself. "i just mentioned i had a new boyfriend, and, well, she took it upon herself to... investigate." he paused, his lips twitching in a nervous smile. "maybe solving mysteries and late-night adult content hunting is just her vibe. who knows?" he tried to lighten the mood with a small laugh, though his cheeks were definitely heating up. “but yeah, she knows everything about me. she’s, like, the wife i’ll never have,” he joked, shaking his head fondly. “except it’s completely platonic, and, you know, i don’t like women.” flynn nodded when river explained his reasoning, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying that video and what it had stirred in him. when river asked his question, though, flynn’s face turned bright red. His heart thudded like a drum as his boyfriend got closer. he hesitated for a moment, biting his lower lip, before whispering, "i’ve... seen it. a couple of times." the confession was barely audible, but it was out there now. his gaze dropped for a second, but then he looked back up at river, cheeks burning. “and, um... yeah, it’s definitely doing something for me.”

River raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly as he processed Flynn's words. He wasn’t sure if he bought the story entirely, but his curiosity was piqued. River leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed casually, giving the impression that he wasn’t overly concerned, but he wasn’t exactly at ease either. "Your roommate, huh?" River repeated, his voice smooth but edged with a touch of skepticism. "Interesting choice for a deep dive into my life." He paused, watching Flynn carefully for any sign of discomfort, but the other man’s relaxed posture gave nothing away. He noticed Flynn's gaze flicker back to the thumbnail, and River’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "It is me. I'm not sure whether to be flattered or suspicious though. But, I guess if Arden’s got a thing for solving mysteries, you probably should be careful about what you leave lying around." River’s voice was confident, laced with just a touch of playful challenge, but his mind was working overtime, analyzing Flynn’s every word. "My dad wouldn't give me access to my bank account. I need to make cash quick." River's eyes glinted with mischief as he caught Flynn’s lingering gaze on the thumbnail. He knew he looked hot in it. His smirk grew as he leaned forward just a bit, his tone dropping into something more playful, more teasing. "Is the thumbnail doing something for you?" he asked, his voice laced with a flirtatious edge.

[flynntaylor]

flynn couldn’t stop laughing, his shoulders shaking as he pointed at his friend. “i knew coral would’ve said that, like, word for word. what a queen,” he said, snapping his fingers dramatically as if to emphasize her undeniable reign. “honestly, she’s a saint for putting up with you. a literal ray of sunshine.” he leaned back in his chair, a grin tugging at his lips. “but you’re right—two gay people loving each other like an old married couple? iconic,” he added, raising his glass in a mock toast before taking a sip. “truly the love story of our time.” flynn couldn’t resist rolling his eyes at his friend’s self-praise. “someone’s feeling themselves tonight, huh? wow, so modest,” he teased, shaking his head but still smiling. “totally get what coral sees in you. must be the humility.” as his friend burst out laughing, flynn leaned in, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes. “speaking of iconic...so apparently arden found out the other day that river—wait for it—has an onlyfans. with videos.” he paused for dramatic effect, his voice dropping into a whisper like they were sharing top-secret intel. “actual videos, dude"

Casey raised an eyebrow at Flynn's words, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He leaned forward, arms crossed, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I can practically hear her now, ‘Just throw that piece of paper where the sun don’t shine, Casey.’" He chuckled, imagining Coral’s no-nonsense attitude in the face of such a suggestion. As Flynn continued, Casey's expression softened, a grin creeping onto his face. "I’ve seen you and Arden," he said, rolling his eyes playfully. "You two really do have that whole ‘old married couple’ vibe going on, don't you?" He took a sip from his own drink, savoring the warmth, before leaning back in his seat with a raised eyebrow. "And you're right, you two are attached at the hip most of the time." Casey’s eyes twinkled with humor as he leaned in, teasing Flynn with a playful tone. "Please, Flynn. If I was your fake boyfriend, I'd be the absolute best one. Honestly, I'm a great boyfriend. Anyone would be lucky to have me," he said, his tone a mix of playfulness and confidence. "I mean, just look at me. Charming, hilarious, and oh so modest. What more could anyone want?" He winked, clearly enjoying the self-praise.

[flynntaylor]

flynn laughed at casey’s words, shaking his head as he took a sip from his overly sweet hot chocolate, the warmth spreading through him. "yeah, coral would have probably gotten a little jealous," he mused, his grin widening. "but, you know, deep down she’s aware you only have eyes for her. she’d probably just kindly ask you to shove that piece of paper somewhere unpleasant." he chuckled, imagining coral’s playful yet sharp retort. "oh, arden’s done that in the past," flynn added with a laugh, the memory of his roommate’s antics clear in his mind. "i mean, you’ve seen how we are. we live together, grab dinner, go grocery shopping like we’re married or something. the number of times people have assumed we’re a couple is honestly hilarious. when was the last time you remember arden going out with any men who aren’t us? exactly. two gays going out and pretending they’re together" he leaned back, a teasing glint in his eyes. "you wish you could be my fake boyfriend," he quipped, his tone light but smug, enjoying the banter.

casey and flynn had decided to go out together to grab some food. he thought it was important to go to places with his friends whenever he found some time to do so. friendships were important and mattered to him. casey didn't know what he would do without his friends. his band kept him grounded. he spat out a laugh as flynn mentioned the girl in the cafe asking for his number. "it's better you than me though, right? my girlfriend would've told me where to shove that piece of paper." although, casey would've probably pretended that flynn was his boyfriend if the girl asked him. "i would've made you my imaginary boyfriend for a couple of minutes. i would've made up this whole convincing back story in a couple of seconds."