Beyond Belief
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heartsdesire456Title:Beyond Belief
Author:heartsdesire456
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Travis McCoy/Andrej Pejic (... I know, I know)
Summary: When a chance meeting in the park introduces Travis to possibly the most beautiful person he's ever met, Travis couldn't resist trying to get to know the beautiful yet mysterious blond model who would end up turning his world upside down.
Disclaimer: "-Fic.tion: [noun] something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story"
Author's Note: ... I don't even know. This is the most RANDOM thing EVER. I have NO idea what happened here. NO idea where this pairing came from either. This is just... sort of a fluffy feelgood fic in which Andrej and Travis hit it off and begin a relationship.
Travis had seriously overestimated his abilities to keep track of a three and a half year old and a dog at the park. He realized this as he chased down Stitch just in time to turn back and see Bronx running off after a butterfly. “BRONX!” he shouted, only to freeze in a panic as he saw Bronx was heading right into the path of a few cyclists. “BRONX!” he cried in alarm, rushing towards him, only to slow and sigh in relief as a blonde girl jumped from the bench where she was sitting and scooped Bronx up, catching him just before the cyclists passed, neither of them having even noticed a child running towards the bike path.
“You shouldn’t run like that, darling,” the blonde said, putting Bronx back down with a soft ‘oof’. “Where’s your mum, sweetie?” she asked, kneeling down in front of him.
Travis got there and held up a hand. “Wow, thank you,” he said and Bronx turned to him. “You,” Travis said with narrowed eyes. “Boy, what’d I tell you about running away?” he asked sternly, earning a pair of wide eyes turned his way.
“But there was a butterfly,” he said in a small voice and Travis deflated some, shaking his head.
“Awww, I know, love, but you could get hurt,” the girl said, then stood up, startling Travis some when, as she stood straight, she was the same height as him. “You have a beautiful son,” she said with a bright smile and Travis blinked as he really looked at her and notice that ‘she’ was actually a ‘he’.
Travis just smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Do I look like I produced a blue eyed, nearly-white haired child?” he teased and she- he, he reminded himself- smiled.
“Well,” the boy said. “It’s probably possible!” he defended. “And if not, you could’ve adopted him.” He smiled brighter when he spotted Stitch, tucked under Travis’s arm. “Awwww, a baby and a puppy!” he said, then smirked. “Let me guessed, borrowed both to pick up girls?” he teased and Travis snorted.
“Babysitting this thing-“ He laid his hand on Bronx’s head. “And this one’s mine,” he said, shifting Stitch. “This is Stitch,” he said, then cringed. “Wow, sorry I have sucky manners, I’m Travis,” he said, offering his hand.
The boy took his hand with an amused look. “Andrej,” he offered.
“Really though,” Travis said. “Thanks for catching Bronx,” he said more seriously. “He’s just like his daddy. Both of them get an idea and forget that some ideas are bad ones,” he stressed, looking down at the child standing far below the two adults. “Isn’t that right, Bronx?”
Bronx just pouted, giving him big, blue puppy eyes. “Sorry Uncle Travie,” he said and Travis melted a little.
Andrej laughed softly. “Awww, he’s adorable,” he said. “How old are you, sweetheart?” he asked, kneeling down again.
Bronx held up three fingers. “And a half!” he added brightly and Andrej giggled.
“Wow, you’re a big boy for your age, huh?” he asked, and Bronx nodded brightly.
“I’m gonna be taller than daddy!” he said and Travis snickered.
“You’re half his height already,” he said and Andrej raised an eyebrow. Travis snickered. “His father isn’t exactly tall like me and you.”
Andrej stood up, chuckling. “Well, I have a little help if you didn’t notice,” he said, kicking up a foot to the side, showing off a pair of heeled boots. “But I’m used to being taller than everybody else, so I forget other people are short,” he said, scrunching up his nose some.
Travis couldn’t fight the way his stomach swooped at how adorable the guy was. “Man, I promise this isn’t meant to be mean, but I totally thought you were a girl when you caught Bronx,” he admitted, looking over Andrej’s face.
Andrej laughed. “Well that’s far from shocking,” he said, shrugging. “I wasn’t sure you’d even spotted me as a man yet,” he added. “Most people never do.”
Travis nodded. “I’ve got some really girly friends, so maybe I know what to look for?”
Andrej chuckled. “I generally just let people believe I’m a girl. I haven’t used the men’s room in years.”
Travis raised an eyebrow. “Are you…” He tried to think of a way to phrase it. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t meant to know you were a boy-“
“Oh no, nothing like that,” Andrej said, making a face. “I’m not transgender or anything, I’ve just always looked like this.” He shrugged. “I’m not even wearing makeup today, I just… always look like this. Have since I was a little boy.”
Travis chuckled. “Well, the clothes don’t help,” he said, gesturing to Andrej’s tiny tee-shirt and short shorts paired with a pair of heeled boots.
Andrej grinned. “Well, if you’ve got it, and all that good nonsense,” he said, waving a hand. “I wouldn’t have a job if I wasn’t so pretty, so it’s best to just enjoy it,” he said, shrugging.
Travis raised an eyebrow. “What do you do that needs you to be pretty?” he asked curiously. “That sounds really… non-PC.”
“Oh, political correctness is for pussies,” Andrej said, chuckling. “I’m a model,” he said and Travis felt it click.
“Wow, that makes so much sense. You’re like… six foot tall and have the cheekbones and all. It makes sense you’re a model,” he said bashfully.
Andrej just smiled with a curious squint to his eyes. “You look familiar. Are you in the fashion business at all? A photographer maybe? I just feel like I’ve seen you before.”
Travis chuckled awkwardly. “Well, actually-“
“Uncle Travie, I’m hungry!” Bronx called up, tugging at his shirt from his spot standing way down around the adult’s legs.
Andrej backed up some. “Sorry for taking up your time, I should probably let you feed your little charge,” he said, turning to grab his bag off the bench he’d been at. “It was nice to meet you, Travis,” he said, waving as he turned to leave.
Travis couldn’t help himself as he made an abortive motion to reach out, and then cursed. “Andrej, wait!” he called, jogging over to catch him before he left. “Um… I hope this doesn’t make me sound like a jerk, but could I call you? Maybe?” he asked and Andrej giggled.
“You have guts, I like it,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes. He paused for a moment before shrugging. “Oh why not?” he said, taking out his phone. “Here, put in your number,” he said, offering it to Travis.
Travis smiled. “Thanks,” he said, offering up his own in exchange. “I’m sorry if I seemed kinda forward, but-“
“You should know, I’m not an easy piece of ass if that’s what you’re looking for,” Andrej warned playfully as he offered Travis’s phone back.
Travis smirked at his boldness. “I was actually thinking along the lines of just talking some, since you seem pretty interesting, and if that goes somewhere… well, there’s that. I don’t want to sound like a douchebag, but let’s just say if I was looking for some easy tail, I wouldn’t really have trouble,” he said and Andrej grinned impishly.
“Honest. I like that,” he said, taking his phone with a small ‘thanks’. “You should call me then,” Andrej said, nodding at the phone in Travis’s hand. “You would be surprised how lonely it is to be a model sometimes.” He smiled down at Bronx. “Bye Bronx, don’t go running away from Travis again, okay?” he asked, offering up his hand for a high-five that the little boy gave him with a happy laugh.
“I’ll call you,” Travis said, and Andrej just winked as he turned.
“You do that,” he said as he walked off, leaving Travis to stare after him wondering what the hell had just happened.
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Travis was surprised when Andrej agreed to come hang out with him and his friends when he’d suggested it while they were on the phone. Travis was surprised when he called and Andrej didn’t mind sitting around talking for a good hour about random stuff. Everybody was hanging out at his apartment, so he didn’t feel bad inviting someone else to hang with them. He knew all the guys would be cool with it anyways.
When he told them that the person coming over was a model he’d met at the park, the teasing had instantly began. However, when he opened the door and let Andrej in, it was his turn to tease at how every single one of them all stopped what they were doing and stared when Andrej walked in.
To be fair, Travis surely hadn’t expected Andrej’s outfit. He was wearing a pair of high-waisted cut off ratty blue jean shorts that nearly showed the curve of his ass, a cropped muscle top that was white and read ‘WERK BITCH’ in black letters over the front, and to top it all off, he was wearing a pair of untied, scuffed up doc martens.
“Hi,” Andrej said brightly as he took off his sunglasses and shoved them into his oversized bag, ruffling his messy bleached locks as he looked at the others. He smiled brightly when he saw Bronx lay down a pair of cards and grin.
“I win again!” he called, unaware of the adults all distracted.
Andrej laughed. “Aww, are you corrupting a little child, Travis?” Andrej asked with a playful grin.
“He’s whoopin’ our asses at go fish,” he said, then smirked as he put a hand on Andrej’s back to lead him over to the group. “Guys, this is Andrej. Andrej, I apologize ahead of time for… all of them,” he said with a mock-solemn expression.
Everybody finally seemed to snap out of it and Gabe was the first one to fix on a lecherous grin. “Damn, girl, what time do those legs open?” he asked and Travis gave him a death glare over Andrej’s shoulder.
Andrej just smirked. “For you? They don’t,” he said and everybody laughed and ‘ooooooh’ed at Gabe. Andrej took the seat next to Bronx, who waved at him.
“I know you!” he said brightly. “Uncle Travie, it’s the boy from the park!” he said and Andrej smiled, nodding.
“Yeah, I am,” he said and Travis snickered at Gabe’s mortified expression.
“Alright, little man’s gotta go to bed,” Pete said, standing up to take Bronx to bed. “Say goodnight, dude.”
“Goodnight duuuude!” Bronx said with a bright smile, making them all laugh as Pete took him away.
“Oh dude, I’m so sorry I called you a girl,” Gabe started and everybody snickered at him.
Andrej just rolled his eyes. “Darling, like I told Travis when he spotted me as a boy, I’m rarely not mistaken for a girl. I’m fine with it, you can call me ‘girl’ if you want,” he said, shrugging. “Hi, everybody, I’m Andrej,” he said brightly.
Travis sat down beside him and Andrej nudged him. “Who are your friends, Travis?” he prompted and Travis rolled his eyes.
“Everybody introduce yourself since Andrej clearly has no idea who you bastards are,” he said, smiling apologetically at Andrej. “Sorry, at least some of us aren’t used to having to introduce ourselves.”
Andrej shrugged. “Neither am I, but that’s at work. My fans aren’t exactly swarming the streets.”
“I’m Pete,” Pete offered, waving as he came walking back into the room, taking his seat again. “And you really don’t know who I am?” he asked, and Andrej shook his head. “Huh… damn,” he said, and Gabe snickered.
“I’m Gabe and unlike him, I don’t get bummed when people don’t know me,” he said, earning a glare.
Travis laughed. “Oh fuck off, you totally get bummed. You like being semi-famous,” he said and Andrej raised an eyebrow at Travis and nodded at the last one. “Oh, that’s Disashi and the one that’s in the bathroom is my boy Matt,” he said.
Disashi smiled and waved. “I am used to introducing myself, I just couldn’t talk over these loudmouths.”
“So, what are you guys famous for?” Andrej asked and Disashi snickered at the half-offended looks on Pete and Gabe’s faces.
“Um, I’m Gabe Saporta,” Gabe said, waiting for Andrej to come to a realization. Andrej just shook his head and Travis laughed harder.
“He’s the singer of Cobra Starship,” he said, and Andrej smiled suddenly.
“Oh, I’ve heard of that band! It’s the one with the really pretty girl with the dark hair right?” he asked and Gabe rolled his eyes.
“Of course you know that but not who I am,” he said and Andrej shrugged.
“Sorry, I just liked her dress when I saw you guys in a magazine. I have heard some songs probably, I just don’t remember,” he said and Travis grinned.
“So, surely you’ve heard of Fall Out Boy,” Travis prompted and Andrej smiled.
“Yeah, they were the band with the little cute redhead right? I think my brother went to a concert once and I remember pictures of the cute little redhead,” he said and Travis snickered.
“Well, Pete’s famous for them, mostly,” he said and Pete nodded.
Andrej smiled. “Cool. That’s nice, so you’re all musicians?” he asked, and Travis met his eyes with a chuckle.
“Yeah, me and Disashi and Matt and one guy who isn’t here, we’re a band,” he said and Andrej perked up.
“Are you famous too?” he asked and Travis could tell he was teasing.
“Not nearly as famous as these other two but yeah. You heard of Gym Class Heroes?” he asked, and Andrej beamed.
“Oh that’s you guys?! God yes, of course! My roommate plays your CDs all the time,” he said, smiling. “I like it,” he added.
“What the hell do you listen to if you’ve only ever heard one of our bands’ music?” Gabe asked and Andrej shrugged.
“Everything really. I like a lot of different stuff. But recently I haven’t had much time for anything other than whatever they’re playing at clubs and parties. So usually just house music and whatever dance remixes they’re playing in the clubs wherever I am,” he said, shrugging. “My iPod has mostly stuff that is quite old.” He sighed. “Just too busy, you know?”
“So what do you do?” Pete asked. “You said you have fans,” he prompted and Andrej smirked.
“Well, as shocking as this probably is,” he teased, “I’m actually an international supermodel,” he said dismissively, though Travis saw the playful glint in his eyes.
Pete rolled his eyes. “Of course you are, eight feet tall, legs for days, and those cheekbones… what else would you be?”
Andrej laughed. “Well, I could’ve been probably the world’s best drag queen,” he said, and Travis snickered. “What?! Everybody thinks I’m a girl and I don’t even try! I model bridal gowns and nobody would suspect a thing if I wasn’t fashion-famous. I’d be the best drag queen ever.”
“So wait, you’re not trying to be a girl?” Disashi asked skeptically.
“Who’s trying to be a girl?” another guy asked, only to smile and wave. “Oh hey Travie’s friend, I’m Matt,” he said and Andrej smirked.
“Andrej,” he said, tipping his head to him. “And no, I’m not,” he said to Disashi. “Everybody finds it so fascinating, but this is how I am naturally,” he said simply. “I don’t take hormones, I’m not transgender. I’m just a boy that’s extra pretty.”
Gabe just whistled. “And I thought Beckett was awfully pretty,” he said and Andrej gave Travis a curious glance.
Travis snickered. “A friend of ours, Bill Beckett. He’s tall and skinny like you are and he’s got the cheekbones and eyelashes and all. When he was younger he had the long curly hair and everybody said he looked like a girl,” he said and Pete let out a braying laugh.
“Man, we always said he looked like a girl! Fuck you’re really not on any hormones?” he asked and Andrej shook his head.
“No. When I first got scouted they didn’t know what to do with me because I looked awfully girly for a male model, and then when I got to Europe they stuck me in a dress and that was that.” He shrugged. “I still do plenty of men’s shoots and runways, but more and more it’s dresses.” He paused then gestured. “Or bikinis or lingerie or bridal gowns… it’s basically gone about as far as it can before I get to Victoria Secret model,” he said, shrugging.
Gabe’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait… how the hell do you model lingerie or bikinis? I mean… why?” he asked.
Andrej laughed at the look on his face. “Well, the lingerie is very limited. The first time it was an ad campaign and the idea was that their bra was such a good pushup bra that it would increase two cup sizes. What better way to demonstrate than putting it on a boy?” he asked, shrugging. “I looked like a solid B-cup in it.” He grinned. “And I love the women’s swimwear. I definitely wear a bikini to the beach.” He shrugged. “I sort of have enough body fat on my chest to sort of resemble breasts, it isn’t like most supermodels have much more up front than I do anyways, and the bottoms just require a little rearranging and usually some artful leg-crossing or something in front of my crotch,” he said. He snickered. “I don’t tuck, but I learned enough from drag queens about how to ‘minimize’ the bulge so it works,” he said, shrugging.
Travis cringed. “That doesn’t sound comfortable,” he said, and Andrej snickered.
“It’s fashion, if it doesn’t hurt it isn’t fashionable enough! I have to cram my giant feet into shoes a good size and a half too small. Trust me, between the occasional waxing and too-small heels, I’m practically immune to pain now,” he said simply.
Everybody cringed and Gabe shook his head. “I couldn’t be a girl. All the waxing and heels would suck.”
Andrej laughed. “Well I don’t wax much. I generally don’t have to. My hair may be bleached, but I’m naturally a sandy haired boy with barely any body hair. Seriously, I can shave and be good for a week. Waxing is usually just for when I’m doing a ton of work in a row and won’t have time for more than short showers and sleeping between work.”
Gabe hummed. “And I thought touring was hectic,” he said and Andrej laughed.
“Modeling isn’t easy. And you don’t really get rich doing it unless you’re Kate Moss,” he said, shrugging. “We have a nice apartment, but ‘we’ is six people, most of whom are models,” he offered. “It’s fun for now, but I’m still treating it more as a trial run, not a future,” he said and Travis raised an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah? Why did you get into it then?” he asked and Andrej grinned.
“I was working at McDonalds and it seemed like a better afterschool job than standing at a cash register,” he said simply.
Pete raised an eyebrow. “Whoa, how old are you?” he asked, and Andrej smirked.
“I’ll be twenty-one in a few months,” he said, and everybody just gaped.
Travis rolled his eyes. “I should’ve known looking at you, you didn’t look nearly as old as I figured,” he said, and Andrej raised a slightly suspicious eyebrow.
“How old did you think I was?” he asked and Travis smiled apologetically. “If you call me old, I’ll slap you,” Andrej said and Travis held up a hand.
“You act and hold yourself like a very mature person! I just figured you looked younger than you are!” He said then cringed. “I figured late twenties,” he said and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“Everybody says that. Why can’t a twenty year old be mature? I’ve been supporting myself financially and professionally since I was seventeen and for some reason that seems to shock people-“
“Dude, I lived with my parents until I was like… twenty-five,” Pete said and Andrej snickered. “I was a rich white boy who dropped out of college because I wanted to be a rock star and my parents didn’t bother kicking me out.”
Gabe chuckled. “I went to college so I was on my own, but I was still living in vans going from gig to gig. Same with the rest of us,” he said and Andrej shrugged.
“I couldn’t afford where I wanted to go to college. Originally I was going to model after school and maybe for the summer before university but a single mother already putting one kid through local college… we couldn’t afford for me to go where I got accepted and they wanted me to go to Europe and I figured seeing the world was better than settling for a school I was overqualified for,” he said, shrugging.
Pete raised an eyebrow. “Overqualified? You’re telling me you’re beautiful and smart?”
Andrej smirked evilly. “Well, I’ll have to do a lot of review if I ever do see about that deferred acceptance, but I got into Harvard. I was going to study Law,” he said and Travis gaped.
“You got into Harvard?!” he asked and Andrej nodded.
“Yeah, before we fled to Australia, my mum was a lawyer and she talked about missing her job when I was little and I guess I made up my mind I was going to be a lawyer too.” He smiled. “I think now I’d rather study economics, but I still want to go to a good college one day. Maybe I’ll save up enough by then that I can afford it.” He shrugged. “I lived in London for a while when I was eighteen, I may see about a school there. Universities are cheaper in Europe, in general.”
Matt frowned. “What did you mean by ‘fled to Australia’? Where’re you from originally?”
“And why did you flee?” Gabe asked curiously.
Andrej sighed. “This story is getting old, but I can’t blame you guys I guess,” he said, settling in more comfortably beside Travis. “You guys are probably old enough to remember it better, but I grew up during the Bosnian War. I was born in what’s now Bosnia and was then Yugoslavia before it broke up. I was only a baby when the war started. When all the violence started, my mum took me and my brother and left. She and my dad got divorced when I was a baby and he stayed there. I grew up in a refugee camp in Serbia, since my mum’s family was Serbian and there were plenty of refugee settlements near where her family lived. When I was eight, the bombings started and when Australia started offering political asylum to refugees, she took us there. None of us spoke English or anything, but we got into school and learned fast enough. We’re all Australian citizens, but I guess ethnically I’m Serbian and since I was born there, I’m naturally Bosnian,” he said, shrugging. “I have to tell that story every other week it seems,” he said, and Travis chuckled.
“Damn, you got really lucky in life, huh?” he asked. “Didn’t get killed in a war, grew up somewhere with a school system that made you smart enough to get accepted by an Ivy League school, and ended up being ridiculously beautiful so you instead became a famous model.”
Andrej smiled. “Yeah, I guess. I worked really hard for the smart and successful model part. There’s tons of pretty people, not all of them become models. Even the ones who do, don’t always get successful.”
Gabe just grinned. “Sweet! Another immigrant,” he said and Andrej laughed.
“So wait, if you all were shocked over how young I am, how old are you guys?” he asked, looking around. He looked at Gabe. “You’re the oldest, right?”
Gabe gave him an offended huff. “Dude, Pete’s like… four months older than me!” he defended, and Pete nodded.
“Yeah dude, I just turned thirty-three,” he said, and Andrej hummed, looking at Travis.
“What about you?” he asked and Travis raised an eyebrow, propping an arm along the couch behind Andrej.
“What about me?” he asked and Andrej narrowed his eyes.
“You assumed I was older than I am, do you really think I’m going to just guess your age?” he challenged and Travis smirked playfully. “If I guess, I’m guessing high, swear to that,” Andrej warned and Travis just chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’m thirty.” He nudged him. “Fuck, I’m ten years older than you,” he said, then leaned back some. “When is your birthday?”
Andrej tilted his head questioningly. “August twentieth, why?”
Travis shook his head. “Mine’s August fifth. Shit, I’m well and truly ten years older than you,” he said and Andrej shrugged.
“And?” he challenged, crossing his legs. “Problem?” he asked and Travis raised an eyebrow.
“I guess none if you don’t have one,” he said and Andrej gave him a smug look.
“Then there isn’t a problem.”
Gabe snickered. “Travie, you should’ve grown out of trying to get a barely legal boy to want you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Travis cocked an eyebrow. “Unlike you I never slept with jailbait. I never had to worry about somebody’s mama getting pissed and calling the cops on my ass.”
Andrej raised an eyebrow at Gabe. “Really? Ew,” he said, making Gabe huff. “What?! Seriously, what’s the age of consent around here? Sixteen? Seventeen? I’m only twenty and I wouldn’t even date someone that young!”
Gabe glared at Travis and Pete, both of whom were laughing. “I was twenty-two, he told me he was seventeen and he almost was!” He pointed at Pete. “Don’t even start with me. At least mine was statutory, not borderline-pedophilia!”
Pete shrugged. “I was mentally unbalanced and she didn’t look fifteen,” he said, shrugging. “I was off my rocker, I can’t be held accountable for my youth.” He snickered. “At least it was a ‘she’,” he said and Andrej raised an eyebrow. “What?!”
“Exactly how old were you when you were dating a fifteen year old?” he challenged and Pete laughed awkwardly.
“Twenty-three.”
Andrej made a face. “Ewwwww. I don’t know, I just find nothing appealing about teenagers. I didn’t find anything appealing about them when I was was one!”
Gabe shrugged. “I was twenty-two and being in a band got me laid. And he was a hot little virgin. Can you really blame me?!”
Andrej rolled his eyes. “I’m not the best judge, I’m not a slut,” he said, crossing his arms. “Do you see me?! I could get anybody I wanted, I just choose not to because most people aren’t worth the time. Sex may be good, but no sex is ever that good,” he said, shrugging.
Pete eyed him. “Dude, when you’re twenty, even bad sex is worth it. It’s the novelty of getting another person to touch your dick,” he said and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“I wish that was a novelty,” he said and they all shot him slightly alarmed looks. “What I mean,” he amended, “is that even if it isn’t sexual, I get more people’s hands put all over me than I really ever wanted and it’s my job. I get paid to let tailors touch me up to measure me, or to let makeup people touch me all over, or photographers posing me, or other models posing with me… do you know the last dozen times I was naked with someone else it was for a photo shoot?” he asked. He smiled innocently. “But like I said, I’m not the best person to judge. I’m too proud to hook up with strangers and I don’t have the time to date most of the time.” He shrugged. “Maybe if I’d gone to college I’d be getting laid a lot more,” he said, cracking a smile when everybody laughed.
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After the others had left and Pete had turned in, smirking at the two of them as he walked to the guestroom where his son was already asleep, Andrej laughed softly. “He totally thinks you’re going to get lucky,” he said and Travis shrugged.
“Nah, he heard what you said about not putting out on the first date,” he said, smiling when Andrej stood up, giving him a rather nice view as he walked past him. “So, what do you think of my friends?” he asked and Andrej tossed a grin over his shoulder as he looked at the shelf full of books.
“I liked them. They were crass and every single one of them kept looking at my legs every time I moved them, but I’m used to that,” he said, walking back over to sit beside Travis. “You have interesting books. I’m surprised. Very few people seem to read anymore.”
“Reading makes you smarter,” Travis said, resting his hand on Andrej’s thigh. “So-“
Andrej raised an eyebrow and looked at his hand. “Excuse me?”
Travis rolled his eyes and moved his hand back to his own lap. “I didn’t mean anything, I’m just used to touchy friends,” he said and Andrej smirked. “What?! I am!”
“Uh-huh, I bet you are,” he said skeptically.
“No really, half of my friends are just as likely to lay one on me as wave at me when we see each other,” Travis said and Andrej chuckled.
“You have some odd friends, going around kissing one another and touching each other,” he said, tugging Travis’s hand into his lap, though he laced their fingers together. “There, you don’t have to pout at me now,” he allowed.
Travis chuckled. “Damn, when you said you weren’t easy you meant it, huh?” he teased and Andrej laughed in shock, shoving Travis with his free hand.
“I’m just a very solitary person. I think cheek kisses are about as far as most people go in greeting amongst my circle,” Andrej supplied.
Travis looked at his eyes and shook his head. “I swear I know this probably gets old for you, but you’re so damn pretty,” he sighed and Andrej smiled.
“I hear it all the time, but not necessarily from cute guys, so thanks.” Andrej hummed. “You’re not exactly scaring children with your face either,” he said, leaning his head tiredly against the back of the couch as he looked up at Travis. “You’re so… laid back,” he said softly.
Travis shrugged. “I had my fair share of drama in the past. I’m over that now. I try and keep life as simple as I can.”
Andrej smiled. “And flirting with a twenty year old supermodel does that how?” he asked, and then frowned. “This is flirting, right? I’m not reading you wrong?”
Travis smirked. “Nah, you’re definitely reading it right,” he said, making Andrej smile shyly. “You’re so… hot. I couldn’t help myself. I think you’ve got a great personality so far, but I mean… to be honest, it would’ve been stupid to not even try, you know? The most beautiful face I’ve ever seen up close was attached to a sweet kid who saved my godson from getting run over by a cyclist. I had to at least try it.” He looked at him. “How am I doing so far?” he asked with a smile.
Andrej giggled. “Well, you’re charming, that’s for sure,” he answered. He shrugged. “I’m not sure. Dating isn’t really something models can do. I barely have time to sleep. I’ll jump three continents in two weeks, you know?”
Travis smiled. “Musicians are busy too. That’s who so few of us can make a relationship work. I’ve been engaged twice if you can believe it. Never got to marriage.”
Andrej shook his head. “Even if I do go out with someone, it doesn’t usually last more than a date. I’m not sure I should try if it isn’t going to work. I’m also not like you musicians. Twenty or not, I’m not putting out on the first date,” he said, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Hell, the only sex I’ve had since high school was a fling in Paris with this really hot model I was working with. And it only lasted the three weeks of the project because when we finished, he told me we could keep seeing each other whenever we had time, but THAT didn’t happen,” he said, making a face.
Travis raised an eyebrow. “What, somebody turned you down?” he asked and Andrej cringed.
“Worse, I met his wife,” he said and Travis cringed. “Yeah, that wasn’t nice at all. I told her he fucked around on her too,” he said, crossing his arms. “That isn’t okay with me. You don’t cheat on your spouse and you sure as hell don’t do it with me,” he said, huffing. “I felt so fucking wrong and it pissed me off. I liked him, he was sweet, and then turns out he was married.”
Travis hummed. “Well, I guarantee you, I’m not married.”
Andrej smirked. “And who says I’m sleeping with you?” he asked and Travis shrugged.
“Nobody, but… you know, if you want to let me take you out to dinner some night, just be aware, I’m not married. Or dating someone. Or a liar like that asshole,” he added.
Andrej smiled a coy little smile. “Well, I could do with being taken out to dinner, sometime.”
“Good then,” Travis said, meeting his eyes. “I’m a total gentleman,” he promised and Andrej grinned.
“That sounds nice.”
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Travis heard the door open and turned to see Pete walked in. “Damn, son,” Pete said, looking him up and down. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in a nice shirt in a long time,” he said and Travis laughed.
“Yeah well, I’m taking a world famous supermodel to dinner. It’s a miracle I’m getting away without wearing a full suit,” he said, and Pete snickered.
However, when Travis knocked on the door where Andrej told him to pick him up, he wondered for a moment if he was dressed nice enough. He stood at the door realizing he was picking up a fashion model wearing a pair of black jeans and a button down shirt that wasn’t tucked in with a more casual blazer thrown over it. When the door opened, Travis was met with the sight of a guy wearing loose jeans and a baggy shirt topped off with a flat-brimmed hat that read ‘boy’. He wasn’t sure what to make of the guy smirking up at him. “Um, hi, I’m here to pick up Andrej?” he offered.
The guy snickered and turned back. “D! Why is Travis McCoy standing at your door asking for Andrej?” The voice surprised Travis, who quickly realized that the ‘guy’ was actually a woman.
“Who is at my what?!” A voice called and the girl at the door yelped as the door was wrenched from her hands and a woman stood there gaping. “Holy shit, Travis McCoy is at my door,” she said as if she hadn’t believed the girl.
Travis chucked nervously and the girl in the baggy shirt nodded. “Asking for Andrej,” she added, then shoved the other woman out of the way. “Come in, Andrej will bitch if we scare you off,” she said and Travis followed her in. “I’m Erika, I’m visiting, but this crazy bitch is D, she’s a big fan of yours, as I’m sure Andrej has mentioned, and this was probably just to see her jealous face that Andrej is taking so damn long.”
Travis snickered. “Isn’t that normally what you do though? Sit around a while waiting on your date to get ready?”
Erika scoffed. “If I’m picking a bitch up he better have his shit together when I get there,” she said and Travis had to fight laughter at how matter-of-fact the masculine woman said it. “I’d be dating Andrej if she wasn’t so damn slow,” she confided and Travis raised an eyebrow.
“Andrej is okay with you calling him a she?” he asked and Erika led him to the couch and nodded.
“Oh yeah, I call Andrej ‘she’ and ‘her’ all the damn time. She calls me ‘he and him’ too. It’s all good. Then we trade clothes and swap pronouns,” she explained and Travis hummed.
“I find this all very interesting. You a model too?” he asked, and Erika nodded.
“I’m just visiting but I do men’s and women’s modeling, just like Andrej. D’s a model too!” she said, smirking at the one who was standing just outside the doorway staring like a creeper. “If I was taller I’d get more work but I’m just so damn short. In a shoot with Andrej, they had to put me on a fucking box,” she said, scoffing. “Tall bitch.”
“Who’s a tall bitch?” Andrej asked as he walked in and Travis stood up quickly, staring at Andrej and praying he wasn’t actually drooling. Andrej was wearing a short, dark purple dress that fell loosely from his neck, baring his shoulders, and stopped just far enough down his thighs that nothing got flashed, showing off his long, thin legs. His hair was straightened and fell sleekly down except for the bangs being pulled straight back and pinned with a silver clip at the crown. His makeup was light but enough that Travis could honestly say he had never seen someone so beautiful before. Andrej smirked at Travis when he realized he was speechless. “You look nice too,” he offered and Travis chuckled weakly.
“Sorry, just… wow,” he said, shaking his head as he looked Andrej over. “You’re so beautiful,” he offered and Andrej grinned.
“Thanks, shall we?” he asked and Travis nodded, following Andrej as he turned and walked away. “Goodbye nosy bitches!” Andrej called and Travis turned to wave at Erika, who just smirked.
“Don’t knock up my woman!” she called and Travis laughed as Andrej shot a withering look over his shoulder on the way out the door.
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Travis couldn’t honestly believe himself as he stumbled over his words as they walked down to the main street to get a cab. “Anyways, I was thinking this place that isn’t that big of a deal, but it’s nice-“ He finally just stopped and laughed, shaking his head as Andrej raised an eyebrow at him. “For the first time since I was a teenager, I honestly have no idea what to say to my date,” he admitted and Andrej smirked. Travis smiled and waved a hand. “There is just something about you, Andrej. I have flirted with the most beautiful people, I’ve slept with some of the sexiest people, and I’ve been engaged to beautiful women, and this is the first time since I was in high school that I’m actually so nervous I’m talking myself in circles. Why the hell do you mess me up?” he asked playfully and Andrej laughed.
“I don’t know why people do it, but you aren’t the first, trust me.” He pushed his hair out of his face, smiling over as they stopped at the curb. “People always get so nervous and shy around me and I guess I just don’t see what it is. I mean, I understand I’m strange and people aren’t sure what to do with me, but people who accept me still seem confused and uneasy for a bit,” he reassured before stepping out to hold up a hand to hail a cab that was passing.
Travis smirked and opened the door for Andrej when the cab stopped at the curb. “I think it’s your pretty face,” he said and Andrej giggled.
“My face, huh?” he asked, leaning against the open door.
Travis nodded, stepping around so Andrej could slide in and still look at him. “You’re kind of ridiculously beautiful, as we’ve established already.”
When they got to the restaurant, Travis was well aware of the fact that subtly dressed or not, he was walking up to the hostess with a six-foot blonde with legs that didn’t seem to end at his side. Andrej drew the gazes of half the patrons as they were lead to their table, one Travis specifically asked for near the back so that they could have some privacy from all the looks Andrej drew.
“Walking around with you is like walking around with someone famous,” Travis said as he pulled out Andrej’s chair and Andrej grinned in amusement as he sat.
“And apparently going out to dinner with you is like dating a gentleman,” Andrej said and Travis shrugged as he sat down. “I think it’s my height. I stand out in more than one way wearing heels,” Andrej said and Travis smirked.
“I like how tall you are. You have no idea how used to short asses I am. My boy Patrick? Swear to God, he comes to about my waist it seems,” he said and Andrej grinned.
“I know the feeling. My grandmum is very short and when I go see her I have to squat down to hug her,” he said, then bit his lip, looking up through his eyelashes. “I’ve never actually gone out with anybody taller than me,” he said and Travis smirked.
“Glad to be of service.” When the menus came, Travis just stared at his before humming. “I have no idea what the hell this says,” he admitted and Andrej giggled.
“You’re the one who said ‘a place I know’ and you have no idea what the menu says?” he asked and Travis gave him a playful cringe.
“I may have asked a friend. I don’t do this kinda stuff much. It may not be a four star restaurant but really, a dude looking like I do? I tend to stay away from judgmental eyes as best I can,” he said, then shrugged. “Just felt pretty stupid asking you out and taking you to get burgers or something,” he said and Andrej gave him a sweet grin.
“You’re adorable,” he said, then bit his lip, rolling his eyes. “There’s a place four blocks from here that has the best wings you could imagine,” he suggested and Travis gave him a surprised smile.
“Seriously?” he asked, and Andrej nodded. “You are officially the coolest supermodel of all times,” he confided, offering Andrej his hand as he stood. “Wanna blow this joint?” he asked and Andrej took his hand, curling their fingers together as he stood, taking his clutch off the table.
“Sounds great! Wings it is,” Andrej said, sliding his hand to the inside of Travis’s elbow as they simply walked out, much to the confusion of the waiter who hadn’t even brought them their water yet.
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Travis came back to their table with a tray of food and looked at Andrej funny as he sat down. “You’re seriously eating five chicken wings and nothing else?” he asked, and Andrej shrugged.
“There’s celery,” he said, taking a stick out of his basket to bite into with a pointed crunch. “Yum.”
Travis rolled his eyes. “Celery is disgusting raw-“
“Lies!” Andrej gasped in mock horror. “Celery is a models best friend. It’s basically just water,” he said, crunching it again. “Only with a nice, fresh taste and substance!” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, do you know that one chicken wing has between ninety and one hundred and ten calories?” he asked pointedly. “Best case scenario, this is less than five hundred calories.”
Travis just shook his head. “What ya’ll go through to be skinny,” he said as he pointedly nodded at his own plate. “Fifteen wings and an order of fries isn’t even the most I could eat, it’s just that I’ve been trying to lose a little weight lately,” he said and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“By eating fifteen chicken wings? Good job,” he teased and Travis snickered.
“I’m serious! Do you know how fat my ass would be if I ate what I could? Boy, when I was your age, I was eating a box of donuts a day. I was a chubby little fucker too. I mean, I’m far from skinny now, but my tubby ass would’ve eaten about forty chicken wings,” he said and Andrej mimed gagging.
“I’ve never eaten much. I couldn’t eat forty chicken wings if my life depended on it.” He bit into his first wing and made a happy noise, waving a hand before he swallowed. “Although, they’re my favorite American food, that’s for sure,” he said, licking his thumb before he dropped wing sauce on his dress. “I’d never had them before I moved here and made American friends. I was horrified of the grease and fat but then I ate one and my model-fit body was ruined in a month,” he said, giggling slightly. “I gained about five pounds in a month. Went back up to a size four when I’d gotten down to a size two.” He hummed. “Never did get back to a two, I can squeeze into one for a show, but my clothes are always fours.”
Travis just snickered. “And I thought I had skinny friends,” he said, and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“I’m naturally thin! Everybody thinks I’m ‘super skinny’ and I am in a way, but most men my height couldn’t fit in a size two or four if they were skeletons on the verge of death. My body wasn’t built for fat.” He made a face. “As much as my ribs and shoulders stick out I still have enough fat on me that I appear to have breasts when I slump and I have a tummy roll over the tops of my pants when I sit,” he said, looking down as he straightened his back better.
Travis chuckled as he ate a fry. “That’s called skin. Nobody’s too skinny to have a roll when they sit.” He grinned at Andrej playfully. “And as for the breasts… well it would only match your legs and ass,” he said and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“Do you know that everybody says that?! I swear, people think I’m transsexual or something because of my chest, hips, and ass.” He ate another wing. “I’m a boy, I’m just a tall, skinny, curvy waisted one!” he defended.
Travis gave him a look and winked. “If it helps you at all, your legs are seriously hot. A little thin for my usual tastes, but long and sexy.”
Andrej chuckled. “What, like girls with dancer legs or something?” he asked and Travis shook his head.
“Nah, I just usually date women with a little meat on their bones. I’m not a picky man, I just seem to end up with curvy women,” he said and Andrej raised an eyebrow.
“Are we talking porn star curvy or fat girls?” he asked, and Travis scoffed.
“Neither, just average sized women with hips and thighs, not skinny little things like a lot of my friends date,” he said, then shot Andrej a look. “Nothing’s wrong with a fat girl anyways,” he defended.
Andrej laughed. “Hey, if you’re happy fat, go ahead! I’ve got fat friends and I don’t think they’re ‘gross’. I just couldn’t imagine being fat and okay with it.”
Travis hummed. “Hate to break it to you, but the baggy pants hide a big ass and thick thighs,” he said and Andrej smirked.
“Sexy,” he said, laughing when Travis just rolled his eyes and shook his head. “What?!”
Travis chuckled. “You ain’t right,” he said simply, shaking his head as he picked up another chicken wing. “You ain’t right at all.”
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Andrej smiled when Travis offered to talk him to his door, not just his building. “You’re such a gentleman,” he said, smiling when Travis slid his hand into Andrej’s wordlessly, acting like it was nothing. “Smooth, too,” he added and Travis just smirked.
“I ain’t been playing the game this long on my looks alone, now have I?” he joked and Andrej giggled.
“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty cute,” he said, looking at Travis’s face.
Travis turned to look at him, meeting his eyes. “I am, huh?” he asked, and Andrej bit his lip and nodded with a playful twinkle in his eyes.
“You look like you’ve been in prison-“ he added with an evil smirk that made Travis roll his eyes. “You’re ink-stained and pierced so much I’d imagine flying sucks for you, but you have beautiful eyes and the sweetest smile,” Andrej described, looking at him. “And for the jokes, tattoos are sexy,” he said, lowering his voice like it was a secret.
Travis just chuckled in amusement, stopping when he realized they were at Andrej’s door. “You’re the opposite, huh? I don’t see a piercing or drop of in on you,” he said, looking over Andrej’s face. “You have the most exotically beautiful face. Those cheekbones and lips alone would be enough to drive any man crazy, but you have the cutest nose and never-ending bedroom eyes accompanied by long eyelashes. It’s hot,” he said and Andrej giggled, making Travis smile in spite of his teasing. “And I love your smile. You have little vampire fangs and it’s so stupidly adorable I feel dirty just standing this close to you,” he said and Andrej raised an amused eyebrow.
“My smile makes you feel dirty how?” he prompted and Travis made a face, waving his hand.
“You may not be a kid, but you’re ten years younger than me, you have an innocent little smile, all this untouched, snow white skin everywhere, you just seem like an angel or something and I’m the one that’s been roughed up by life,” Travis shrugged. “I know you aren’t some naïve little delicate flower, but you look every bit like it.”
Andrej just grinned like he had a secret and leaned in, voice soft. “This delicate little flower likes to dress like a slut and flirt with every boy in the club just to see them sad when I won’t let them fuck me,” he said and Travis snorted out a laugh.
“You ain’t right-“
“I told you!” Andrej said, smiling brightly. “I may look like a sweet little angel, but there’s nothing but demon in this body.” He held up his wrist. “Besides, I do have a tattoo, see? I don’t have virgin skin. And my ears are pierced, I just can’t be arsed to wear earrings a lot of the time.”
Travis backed up some and caught Andrej’s arm. “What’s that say?” he asked, tilting his arm, only to raise an eyebrow. “Damn, ‘revolution’? Do I have a little rebel on my hands?” he teased and Andrej shoved him playfully.
“Shut up!” He tossed his hair back. “I’m a man who looks like a woman, isn’t transgender, is famous as an international super model, and has a serious interest in human rights and politics. It fits me,” he said and Travis just smiled at how cute he looked when he was giving Travis a grumpy look.
“You’re adorable,” he said, sliding his hands into Andrej’s, stepping closer. “I had so much fun with you tonight,” he said, and Andrej’s face slid into a smirk.
“I had a lot of fun, too,” he said in a low voice, stepping a little bit closer. “You’re a very sweet, smart, interesting man. Such a gentleman too,” he added, and Travis smirked.
“Does that mean I get a reward for good behavior?” he asked, leaning in some, only to be interrupted by the door to Andrej’s apartment swinging open.
“Alright, alright, break it up!” The girl in boy’s clothes from earlier gave Travis a look as she stepped out and maneuvered her way between them, shoving him back away from Andrej. “Hands off my woman, she ain’t a hoe, don’t think you’re getting anything on the first date, buddy,” she said, and Travis raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Good thing you brought my Princess home, I’d have had to come show you what’s up,” she all but growled and Travis couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing loudly, earning an amused look from Andrej.
“Erika, we’re good, I promise,” Andrej said, but Erika just smirked and slung an arm around Andrej’s waist.
“I know you are, Princess, but I’m making sure he keeps his hands to himself,” she said, then nudged Andrej towards the door. “Say goodnight, Travis.”
Travis snickered, nodding. “Night ladies,” he said, earning a finger from each one waved in his direction. As soon as the door shut, he heard muffled arguing.
“What was that?! Sure it’s funny sometimes, but a hot guy was going to kiss me-“
“Andrej, that man is too old for you. He’s after one thing and one thing only-“
“How do you know I don’t want that same thing?!”
“Bitch please, you could get dick anywhere, you wouldn’t be like this if you didn’t want a good man.”
“And Travis is one! He held my hand and walked me to my door!”
Travis just smirked as an idea popped into his head. He walked over and knocked on the door one more time and waited. As soon as the door opened with Andrej looking confused, Travis didn’t let him get a word out to ask what was wrong, he stepped into the doorway, pulled Andrej close, hands going around Andrej’s tiny waist, and leaned in, stealing a slow, soft, gentle kiss from Andrej’s lips.
Andrej whimpered when Travis broke the kiss. “Um… I- I-“
Travis snickered, leaning in to kiss Andrej’s cheek, ignoring the dazed look on his face. “That was a real goodnight, I just couldn’t help it.”
Andrej sighed. “Oh, I’m not complaining,” he said, eyes somewhat dazed as he looked up at Travis’s face.
“Damn, I can’t even joke about that,” Erika said, smirking. “That shit’s hot.”
Travis rolled his eyes at her. “Girl, you got problems,” he said and Andrej let out a sharp laugh.
“You have no idea,” he said, biting his lip before leaning in to peck Travis’s lip again. “Goodnight, Travis,” he whispered and Travis chuckled, squeezing his waist lightly as he pulled back.
“Goodnight, Andrej.”
Part 2
Author:
heartsdesire456Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Travis McCoy/Andrej Pejic (... I know, I know)
Summary: When a chance meeting in the park introduces Travis to possibly the most beautiful person he's ever met, Travis couldn't resist trying to get to know the beautiful yet mysterious blond model who would end up turning his world upside down.
Disclaimer: "-Fic.tion: [noun] something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story"
Author's Note: ... I don't even know. This is the most RANDOM thing EVER. I have NO idea what happened here. NO idea where this pairing came from either. This is just... sort of a fluffy feelgood fic in which Andrej and Travis hit it off and begin a relationship.
Travis had seriously overestimated his abilities to keep track of a three and a half year old and a dog at the park. He realized this as he chased down Stitch just in time to turn back and see Bronx running off after a butterfly. “BRONX!” he shouted, only to freeze in a panic as he saw Bronx was heading right into the path of a few cyclists. “BRONX!” he cried in alarm, rushing towards him, only to slow and sigh in relief as a blonde girl jumped from the bench where she was sitting and scooped Bronx up, catching him just before the cyclists passed, neither of them having even noticed a child running towards the bike path.
“You shouldn’t run like that, darling,” the blonde said, putting Bronx back down with a soft ‘oof’. “Where’s your mum, sweetie?” she asked, kneeling down in front of him.
Travis got there and held up a hand. “Wow, thank you,” he said and Bronx turned to him. “You,” Travis said with narrowed eyes. “Boy, what’d I tell you about running away?” he asked sternly, earning a pair of wide eyes turned his way.
“But there was a butterfly,” he said in a small voice and Travis deflated some, shaking his head.
“Awww, I know, love, but you could get hurt,” the girl said, then stood up, startling Travis some when, as she stood straight, she was the same height as him. “You have a beautiful son,” she said with a bright smile and Travis blinked as he really looked at her and notice that ‘she’ was actually a ‘he’.
Travis just smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Do I look like I produced a blue eyed, nearly-white haired child?” he teased and she- he, he reminded himself- smiled.
“Well,” the boy said. “It’s probably possible!” he defended. “And if not, you could’ve adopted him.” He smiled brighter when he spotted Stitch, tucked under Travis’s arm. “Awwww, a baby and a puppy!” he said, then smirked. “Let me guessed, borrowed both to pick up girls?” he teased and Travis snorted.
“Babysitting this thing-“ He laid his hand on Bronx’s head. “And this one’s mine,” he said, shifting Stitch. “This is Stitch,” he said, then cringed. “Wow, sorry I have sucky manners, I’m Travis,” he said, offering his hand.
The boy took his hand with an amused look. “Andrej,” he offered.
“Really though,” Travis said. “Thanks for catching Bronx,” he said more seriously. “He’s just like his daddy. Both of them get an idea and forget that some ideas are bad ones,” he stressed, looking down at the child standing far below the two adults. “Isn’t that right, Bronx?”
Bronx just pouted, giving him big, blue puppy eyes. “Sorry Uncle Travie,” he said and Travis melted a little.
Andrej laughed softly. “Awww, he’s adorable,” he said. “How old are you, sweetheart?” he asked, kneeling down again.
Bronx held up three fingers. “And a half!” he added brightly and Andrej giggled.
“Wow, you’re a big boy for your age, huh?” he asked, and Bronx nodded brightly.
“I’m gonna be taller than daddy!” he said and Travis snickered.
“You’re half his height already,” he said and Andrej raised an eyebrow. Travis snickered. “His father isn’t exactly tall like me and you.”
Andrej stood up, chuckling. “Well, I have a little help if you didn’t notice,” he said, kicking up a foot to the side, showing off a pair of heeled boots. “But I’m used to being taller than everybody else, so I forget other people are short,” he said, scrunching up his nose some.
Travis couldn’t fight the way his stomach swooped at how adorable the guy was. “Man, I promise this isn’t meant to be mean, but I totally thought you were a girl when you caught Bronx,” he admitted, looking over Andrej’s face.
Andrej laughed. “Well that’s far from shocking,” he said, shrugging. “I wasn’t sure you’d even spotted me as a man yet,” he added. “Most people never do.”
Travis nodded. “I’ve got some really girly friends, so maybe I know what to look for?”
Andrej chuckled. “I generally just let people believe I’m a girl. I haven’t used the men’s room in years.”
Travis raised an eyebrow. “Are you…” He tried to think of a way to phrase it. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t meant to know you were a boy-“
“Oh no, nothing like that,” Andrej said, making a face. “I’m not transgender or anything, I’ve just always looked like this.” He shrugged. “I’m not even wearing makeup today, I just… always look like this. Have since I was a little boy.”
Travis chuckled. “Well, the clothes don’t help,” he said, gesturing to Andrej’s tiny tee-shirt and short shorts paired with a pair of heeled boots.
Andrej grinned. “Well, if you’ve got it, and all that good nonsense,” he said, waving a hand. “I wouldn’t have a job if I wasn’t so pretty, so it’s best to just enjoy it,” he said, shrugging.
Travis raised an eyebrow. “What do you do that needs you to be pretty?” he asked curiously. “That sounds really… non-PC.”
“Oh, political correctness is for pussies,” Andrej said, chuckling. “I’m a model,” he said and Travis felt it click.
“Wow, that makes so much sense. You’re like… six foot tall and have the cheekbones and all. It makes sense you’re a model,” he said bashfully.
Andrej just smiled with a curious squint to his eyes. “You look familiar. Are you in the fashion business at all? A photographer maybe? I just feel like I’ve seen you before.”
Travis chuckled awkwardly. “Well, actually-“
“Uncle Travie, I’m hungry!” Bronx called up, tugging at his shirt from his spot standing way down around the adult’s legs.
Andrej backed up some. “Sorry for taking up your time, I should probably let you feed your little charge,” he said, turning to grab his bag off the bench he’d been at. “It was nice to meet you, Travis,” he said, waving as he turned to leave.
Travis couldn’t help himself as he made an abortive motion to reach out, and then cursed. “Andrej, wait!” he called, jogging over to catch him before he left. “Um… I hope this doesn’t make me sound like a jerk, but could I call you? Maybe?” he asked and Andrej giggled.
“You have guts, I like it,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes. He paused for a moment before shrugging. “Oh why not?” he said, taking out his phone. “Here, put in your number,” he said, offering it to Travis.
Travis smiled. “Thanks,” he said, offering up his own in exchange. “I’m sorry if I seemed kinda forward, but-“
“You should know, I’m not an easy piece of ass if that’s what you’re looking for,” Andrej warned playfully as he offered Travis’s phone back.
Travis smirked at his boldness. “I was actually thinking along the lines of just talking some, since you seem pretty interesting, and if that goes somewhere… well, there’s that. I don’t want to sound like a douchebag, but let’s just say if I was looking for some easy tail, I wouldn’t really have trouble,” he said and Andrej grinned impishly.
“Honest. I like that,” he said, taking his phone with a small ‘thanks’. “You should call me then,” Andrej said, nodding at the phone in Travis’s hand. “You would be surprised how lonely it is to be a model sometimes.” He smiled down at Bronx. “Bye Bronx, don’t go running away from Travis again, okay?” he asked, offering up his hand for a high-five that the little boy gave him with a happy laugh.
“I’ll call you,” Travis said, and Andrej just winked as he turned.
“You do that,” he said as he walked off, leaving Travis to stare after him wondering what the hell had just happened.
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Travis was surprised when Andrej agreed to come hang out with him and his friends when he’d suggested it while they were on the phone. Travis was surprised when he called and Andrej didn’t mind sitting around talking for a good hour about random stuff. Everybody was hanging out at his apartment, so he didn’t feel bad inviting someone else to hang with them. He knew all the guys would be cool with it anyways.
When he told them that the person coming over was a model he’d met at the park, the teasing had instantly began. However, when he opened the door and let Andrej in, it was his turn to tease at how every single one of them all stopped what they were doing and stared when Andrej walked in.
To be fair, Travis surely hadn’t expected Andrej’s outfit. He was wearing a pair of high-waisted cut off ratty blue jean shorts that nearly showed the curve of his ass, a cropped muscle top that was white and read ‘WERK BITCH’ in black letters over the front, and to top it all off, he was wearing a pair of untied, scuffed up doc martens.
“Hi,” Andrej said brightly as he took off his sunglasses and shoved them into his oversized bag, ruffling his messy bleached locks as he looked at the others. He smiled brightly when he saw Bronx lay down a pair of cards and grin.
“I win again!” he called, unaware of the adults all distracted.
Andrej laughed. “Aww, are you corrupting a little child, Travis?” Andrej asked with a playful grin.
“He’s whoopin’ our asses at go fish,” he said, then smirked as he put a hand on Andrej’s back to lead him over to the group. “Guys, this is Andrej. Andrej, I apologize ahead of time for… all of them,” he said with a mock-solemn expression.
Everybody finally seemed to snap out of it and Gabe was the first one to fix on a lecherous grin. “Damn, girl, what time do those legs open?” he asked and Travis gave him a death glare over Andrej’s shoulder.
Andrej just smirked. “For you? They don’t,” he said and everybody laughed and ‘ooooooh’ed at Gabe. Andrej took the seat next to Bronx, who waved at him.
“I know you!” he said brightly. “Uncle Travie, it’s the boy from the park!” he said and Andrej smiled, nodding.
“Yeah, I am,” he said and Travis snickered at Gabe’s mortified expression.
“Alright, little man’s gotta go to bed,” Pete said, standing up to take Bronx to bed. “Say goodnight, dude.”
“Goodnight duuuude!” Bronx said with a bright smile, making them all laugh as Pete took him away.
“Oh dude, I’m so sorry I called you a girl,” Gabe started and everybody snickered at him.
Andrej just rolled his eyes. “Darling, like I told Travis when he spotted me as a boy, I’m rarely not mistaken for a girl. I’m fine with it, you can call me ‘girl’ if you want,” he said, shrugging. “Hi, everybody, I’m Andrej,” he said brightly.
Travis sat down beside him and Andrej nudged him. “Who are your friends, Travis?” he prompted and Travis rolled his eyes.
“Everybody introduce yourself since Andrej clearly has no idea who you bastards are,” he said, smiling apologetically at Andrej. “Sorry, at least some of us aren’t used to having to introduce ourselves.”
Andrej shrugged. “Neither am I, but that’s at work. My fans aren’t exactly swarming the streets.”
“I’m Pete,” Pete offered, waving as he came walking back into the room, taking his seat again. “And you really don’t know who I am?” he asked, and Andrej shook his head. “Huh… damn,” he said, and Gabe snickered.
“I’m Gabe and unlike him, I don’t get bummed when people don’t know me,” he said, earning a glare.
Travis laughed. “Oh fuck off, you totally get bummed. You like being semi-famous,” he said and Andrej raised an eyebrow at Travis and nodded at the last one. “Oh, that’s Disashi and the one that’s in the bathroom is my boy Matt,” he said.
Disashi smiled and waved. “I am used to introducing myself, I just couldn’t talk over these loudmouths.”
“So, what are you guys famous for?” Andrej asked and Disashi snickered at the half-offended looks on Pete and Gabe’s faces.
“Um, I’m Gabe Saporta,” Gabe said, waiting for Andrej to come to a realization. Andrej just shook his head and Travis laughed harder.
“He’s the singer of Cobra Starship,” he said, and Andrej smiled suddenly.
“Oh, I’ve heard of that band! It’s the one with the really pretty girl with the dark hair right?” he asked and Gabe rolled his eyes.
“Of course you know that but not who I am,” he said and Andrej shrugged.
“Sorry, I just liked her dress when I saw you guys in a magazine. I have heard some songs probably, I just don’t remember,” he said and Travis grinned.
“So, surely you’ve heard of Fall Out Boy,” Travis prompted and Andrej smiled.
“Yeah, they were the band with the little cute redhead right? I think my brother went to a concert once and I remember pictures of the cute little redhead,” he said and Travis snickered.
“Well, Pete’s famous for them, mostly,” he said and Pete nodded.
Andrej smiled. “Cool. That’s nice, so you’re all musicians?” he asked, and Travis met his eyes with a chuckle.
“Yeah, me and Disashi and Matt and one guy who isn’t here, we’re a band,” he said and Andrej perked up.
“Are you famous too?” he asked and Travis could tell he was teasing.
“Not nearly as famous as these other two but yeah. You heard of Gym Class Heroes?” he asked, and Andrej beamed.
“Oh that’s you guys?! God yes, of course! My roommate plays your CDs all the time,” he said, smiling. “I like it,” he added.
“What the hell do you listen to if you’ve only ever heard one of our bands’ music?” Gabe asked and Andrej shrugged.
“Everything really. I like a lot of different stuff. But recently I haven’t had much time for anything other than whatever they’re playing at clubs and parties. So usually just house music and whatever dance remixes they’re playing in the clubs wherever I am,” he said, shrugging. “My iPod has mostly stuff that is quite old.” He sighed. “Just too busy, you know?”
“So what do you do?” Pete asked. “You said you have fans,” he prompted and Andrej smirked.
“Well, as shocking as this probably is,” he teased, “I’m actually an international supermodel,” he said dismissively, though Travis saw the playful glint in his eyes.
Pete rolled his eyes. “Of course you are, eight feet tall, legs for days, and those cheekbones… what else would you be?”
Andrej laughed. “Well, I could’ve been probably the world’s best drag queen,” he said, and Travis snickered. “What?! Everybody thinks I’m a girl and I don’t even try! I model bridal gowns and nobody would suspect a thing if I wasn’t fashion-famous. I’d be the best drag queen ever.”
“So wait, you’re not trying to be a girl?” Disashi asked skeptically.
“Who’s trying to be a girl?” another guy asked, only to smile and wave. “Oh hey Travie’s friend, I’m Matt,” he said and Andrej smirked.
“Andrej,” he said, tipping his head to him. “And no, I’m not,” he said to Disashi. “Everybody finds it so fascinating, but this is how I am naturally,” he said simply. “I don’t take hormones, I’m not transgender. I’m just a boy that’s extra pretty.”
Gabe just whistled. “And I thought Beckett was awfully pretty,” he said and Andrej gave Travis a curious glance.
Travis snickered. “A friend of ours, Bill Beckett. He’s tall and skinny like you are and he’s got the cheekbones and eyelashes and all. When he was younger he had the long curly hair and everybody said he looked like a girl,” he said and Pete let out a braying laugh.
“Man, we always said he looked like a girl! Fuck you’re really not on any hormones?” he asked and Andrej shook his head.
“No. When I first got scouted they didn’t know what to do with me because I looked awfully girly for a male model, and then when I got to Europe they stuck me in a dress and that was that.” He shrugged. “I still do plenty of men’s shoots and runways, but more and more it’s dresses.” He paused then gestured. “Or bikinis or lingerie or bridal gowns… it’s basically gone about as far as it can before I get to Victoria Secret model,” he said, shrugging.
Gabe’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait… how the hell do you model lingerie or bikinis? I mean… why?” he asked.
Andrej laughed at the look on his face. “Well, the lingerie is very limited. The first time it was an ad campaign and the idea was that their bra was such a good pushup bra that it would increase two cup sizes. What better way to demonstrate than putting it on a boy?” he asked, shrugging. “I looked like a solid B-cup in it.” He grinned. “And I love the women’s swimwear. I definitely wear a bikini to the beach.” He shrugged. “I sort of have enough body fat on my chest to sort of resemble breasts, it isn’t like most supermodels have much more up front than I do anyways, and the bottoms just require a little rearranging and usually some artful leg-crossing or something in front of my crotch,” he said. He snickered. “I don’t tuck, but I learned enough from drag queens about how to ‘minimize’ the bulge so it works,” he said, shrugging.
Travis cringed. “That doesn’t sound comfortable,” he said, and Andrej snickered.
“It’s fashion, if it doesn’t hurt it isn’t fashionable enough! I have to cram my giant feet into shoes a good size and a half too small. Trust me, between the occasional waxing and too-small heels, I’m practically immune to pain now,” he said simply.
Everybody cringed and Gabe shook his head. “I couldn’t be a girl. All the waxing and heels would suck.”
Andrej laughed. “Well I don’t wax much. I generally don’t have to. My hair may be bleached, but I’m naturally a sandy haired boy with barely any body hair. Seriously, I can shave and be good for a week. Waxing is usually just for when I’m doing a ton of work in a row and won’t have time for more than short showers and sleeping between work.”
Gabe hummed. “And I thought touring was hectic,” he said and Andrej laughed.
“Modeling isn’t easy. And you don’t really get rich doing it unless you’re Kate Moss,” he said, shrugging. “We have a nice apartment, but ‘we’ is six people, most of whom are models,” he offered. “It’s fun for now, but I’m still treating it more as a trial run, not a future,” he said and Travis raised an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah? Why did you get into it then?” he asked and Andrej grinned.
“I was working at McDonalds and it seemed like a better afterschool job than standing at a cash register,” he said simply.
Pete raised an eyebrow. “Whoa, how old are you?” he asked, and Andrej smirked.
“I’ll be twenty-one in a few months,” he said, and everybody just gaped.
Travis rolled his eyes. “I should’ve known looking at you, you didn’t look nearly as old as I figured,” he said, and Andrej raised a slightly suspicious eyebrow.
“How old did you think I was?” he asked and Travis smiled apologetically. “If you call me old, I’ll slap you,” Andrej said and Travis held up a hand.
“You act and hold yourself like a very mature person! I just figured you looked younger than you are!” He said then cringed. “I figured late twenties,” he said and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“Everybody says that. Why can’t a twenty year old be mature? I’ve been supporting myself financially and professionally since I was seventeen and for some reason that seems to shock people-“
“Dude, I lived with my parents until I was like… twenty-five,” Pete said and Andrej snickered. “I was a rich white boy who dropped out of college because I wanted to be a rock star and my parents didn’t bother kicking me out.”
Gabe chuckled. “I went to college so I was on my own, but I was still living in vans going from gig to gig. Same with the rest of us,” he said and Andrej shrugged.
“I couldn’t afford where I wanted to go to college. Originally I was going to model after school and maybe for the summer before university but a single mother already putting one kid through local college… we couldn’t afford for me to go where I got accepted and they wanted me to go to Europe and I figured seeing the world was better than settling for a school I was overqualified for,” he said, shrugging.
Pete raised an eyebrow. “Overqualified? You’re telling me you’re beautiful and smart?”
Andrej smirked evilly. “Well, I’ll have to do a lot of review if I ever do see about that deferred acceptance, but I got into Harvard. I was going to study Law,” he said and Travis gaped.
“You got into Harvard?!” he asked and Andrej nodded.
“Yeah, before we fled to Australia, my mum was a lawyer and she talked about missing her job when I was little and I guess I made up my mind I was going to be a lawyer too.” He smiled. “I think now I’d rather study economics, but I still want to go to a good college one day. Maybe I’ll save up enough by then that I can afford it.” He shrugged. “I lived in London for a while when I was eighteen, I may see about a school there. Universities are cheaper in Europe, in general.”
Matt frowned. “What did you mean by ‘fled to Australia’? Where’re you from originally?”
“And why did you flee?” Gabe asked curiously.
Andrej sighed. “This story is getting old, but I can’t blame you guys I guess,” he said, settling in more comfortably beside Travis. “You guys are probably old enough to remember it better, but I grew up during the Bosnian War. I was born in what’s now Bosnia and was then Yugoslavia before it broke up. I was only a baby when the war started. When all the violence started, my mum took me and my brother and left. She and my dad got divorced when I was a baby and he stayed there. I grew up in a refugee camp in Serbia, since my mum’s family was Serbian and there were plenty of refugee settlements near where her family lived. When I was eight, the bombings started and when Australia started offering political asylum to refugees, she took us there. None of us spoke English or anything, but we got into school and learned fast enough. We’re all Australian citizens, but I guess ethnically I’m Serbian and since I was born there, I’m naturally Bosnian,” he said, shrugging. “I have to tell that story every other week it seems,” he said, and Travis chuckled.
“Damn, you got really lucky in life, huh?” he asked. “Didn’t get killed in a war, grew up somewhere with a school system that made you smart enough to get accepted by an Ivy League school, and ended up being ridiculously beautiful so you instead became a famous model.”
Andrej smiled. “Yeah, I guess. I worked really hard for the smart and successful model part. There’s tons of pretty people, not all of them become models. Even the ones who do, don’t always get successful.”
Gabe just grinned. “Sweet! Another immigrant,” he said and Andrej laughed.
“So wait, if you all were shocked over how young I am, how old are you guys?” he asked, looking around. He looked at Gabe. “You’re the oldest, right?”
Gabe gave him an offended huff. “Dude, Pete’s like… four months older than me!” he defended, and Pete nodded.
“Yeah dude, I just turned thirty-three,” he said, and Andrej hummed, looking at Travis.
“What about you?” he asked and Travis raised an eyebrow, propping an arm along the couch behind Andrej.
“What about me?” he asked and Andrej narrowed his eyes.
“You assumed I was older than I am, do you really think I’m going to just guess your age?” he challenged and Travis smirked playfully. “If I guess, I’m guessing high, swear to that,” Andrej warned and Travis just chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’m thirty.” He nudged him. “Fuck, I’m ten years older than you,” he said, then leaned back some. “When is your birthday?”
Andrej tilted his head questioningly. “August twentieth, why?”
Travis shook his head. “Mine’s August fifth. Shit, I’m well and truly ten years older than you,” he said and Andrej shrugged.
“And?” he challenged, crossing his legs. “Problem?” he asked and Travis raised an eyebrow.
“I guess none if you don’t have one,” he said and Andrej gave him a smug look.
“Then there isn’t a problem.”
Gabe snickered. “Travie, you should’ve grown out of trying to get a barely legal boy to want you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Travis cocked an eyebrow. “Unlike you I never slept with jailbait. I never had to worry about somebody’s mama getting pissed and calling the cops on my ass.”
Andrej raised an eyebrow at Gabe. “Really? Ew,” he said, making Gabe huff. “What?! Seriously, what’s the age of consent around here? Sixteen? Seventeen? I’m only twenty and I wouldn’t even date someone that young!”
Gabe glared at Travis and Pete, both of whom were laughing. “I was twenty-two, he told me he was seventeen and he almost was!” He pointed at Pete. “Don’t even start with me. At least mine was statutory, not borderline-pedophilia!”
Pete shrugged. “I was mentally unbalanced and she didn’t look fifteen,” he said, shrugging. “I was off my rocker, I can’t be held accountable for my youth.” He snickered. “At least it was a ‘she’,” he said and Andrej raised an eyebrow. “What?!”
“Exactly how old were you when you were dating a fifteen year old?” he challenged and Pete laughed awkwardly.
“Twenty-three.”
Andrej made a face. “Ewwwww. I don’t know, I just find nothing appealing about teenagers. I didn’t find anything appealing about them when I was was one!”
Gabe shrugged. “I was twenty-two and being in a band got me laid. And he was a hot little virgin. Can you really blame me?!”
Andrej rolled his eyes. “I’m not the best judge, I’m not a slut,” he said, crossing his arms. “Do you see me?! I could get anybody I wanted, I just choose not to because most people aren’t worth the time. Sex may be good, but no sex is ever that good,” he said, shrugging.
Pete eyed him. “Dude, when you’re twenty, even bad sex is worth it. It’s the novelty of getting another person to touch your dick,” he said and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“I wish that was a novelty,” he said and they all shot him slightly alarmed looks. “What I mean,” he amended, “is that even if it isn’t sexual, I get more people’s hands put all over me than I really ever wanted and it’s my job. I get paid to let tailors touch me up to measure me, or to let makeup people touch me all over, or photographers posing me, or other models posing with me… do you know the last dozen times I was naked with someone else it was for a photo shoot?” he asked. He smiled innocently. “But like I said, I’m not the best person to judge. I’m too proud to hook up with strangers and I don’t have the time to date most of the time.” He shrugged. “Maybe if I’d gone to college I’d be getting laid a lot more,” he said, cracking a smile when everybody laughed.
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After the others had left and Pete had turned in, smirking at the two of them as he walked to the guestroom where his son was already asleep, Andrej laughed softly. “He totally thinks you’re going to get lucky,” he said and Travis shrugged.
“Nah, he heard what you said about not putting out on the first date,” he said, smiling when Andrej stood up, giving him a rather nice view as he walked past him. “So, what do you think of my friends?” he asked and Andrej tossed a grin over his shoulder as he looked at the shelf full of books.
“I liked them. They were crass and every single one of them kept looking at my legs every time I moved them, but I’m used to that,” he said, walking back over to sit beside Travis. “You have interesting books. I’m surprised. Very few people seem to read anymore.”
“Reading makes you smarter,” Travis said, resting his hand on Andrej’s thigh. “So-“
Andrej raised an eyebrow and looked at his hand. “Excuse me?”
Travis rolled his eyes and moved his hand back to his own lap. “I didn’t mean anything, I’m just used to touchy friends,” he said and Andrej smirked. “What?! I am!”
“Uh-huh, I bet you are,” he said skeptically.
“No really, half of my friends are just as likely to lay one on me as wave at me when we see each other,” Travis said and Andrej chuckled.
“You have some odd friends, going around kissing one another and touching each other,” he said, tugging Travis’s hand into his lap, though he laced their fingers together. “There, you don’t have to pout at me now,” he allowed.
Travis chuckled. “Damn, when you said you weren’t easy you meant it, huh?” he teased and Andrej laughed in shock, shoving Travis with his free hand.
“I’m just a very solitary person. I think cheek kisses are about as far as most people go in greeting amongst my circle,” Andrej supplied.
Travis looked at his eyes and shook his head. “I swear I know this probably gets old for you, but you’re so damn pretty,” he sighed and Andrej smiled.
“I hear it all the time, but not necessarily from cute guys, so thanks.” Andrej hummed. “You’re not exactly scaring children with your face either,” he said, leaning his head tiredly against the back of the couch as he looked up at Travis. “You’re so… laid back,” he said softly.
Travis shrugged. “I had my fair share of drama in the past. I’m over that now. I try and keep life as simple as I can.”
Andrej smiled. “And flirting with a twenty year old supermodel does that how?” he asked, and then frowned. “This is flirting, right? I’m not reading you wrong?”
Travis smirked. “Nah, you’re definitely reading it right,” he said, making Andrej smile shyly. “You’re so… hot. I couldn’t help myself. I think you’ve got a great personality so far, but I mean… to be honest, it would’ve been stupid to not even try, you know? The most beautiful face I’ve ever seen up close was attached to a sweet kid who saved my godson from getting run over by a cyclist. I had to at least try it.” He looked at him. “How am I doing so far?” he asked with a smile.
Andrej giggled. “Well, you’re charming, that’s for sure,” he answered. He shrugged. “I’m not sure. Dating isn’t really something models can do. I barely have time to sleep. I’ll jump three continents in two weeks, you know?”
Travis smiled. “Musicians are busy too. That’s who so few of us can make a relationship work. I’ve been engaged twice if you can believe it. Never got to marriage.”
Andrej shook his head. “Even if I do go out with someone, it doesn’t usually last more than a date. I’m not sure I should try if it isn’t going to work. I’m also not like you musicians. Twenty or not, I’m not putting out on the first date,” he said, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Hell, the only sex I’ve had since high school was a fling in Paris with this really hot model I was working with. And it only lasted the three weeks of the project because when we finished, he told me we could keep seeing each other whenever we had time, but THAT didn’t happen,” he said, making a face.
Travis raised an eyebrow. “What, somebody turned you down?” he asked and Andrej cringed.
“Worse, I met his wife,” he said and Travis cringed. “Yeah, that wasn’t nice at all. I told her he fucked around on her too,” he said, crossing his arms. “That isn’t okay with me. You don’t cheat on your spouse and you sure as hell don’t do it with me,” he said, huffing. “I felt so fucking wrong and it pissed me off. I liked him, he was sweet, and then turns out he was married.”
Travis hummed. “Well, I guarantee you, I’m not married.”
Andrej smirked. “And who says I’m sleeping with you?” he asked and Travis shrugged.
“Nobody, but… you know, if you want to let me take you out to dinner some night, just be aware, I’m not married. Or dating someone. Or a liar like that asshole,” he added.
Andrej smiled a coy little smile. “Well, I could do with being taken out to dinner, sometime.”
“Good then,” Travis said, meeting his eyes. “I’m a total gentleman,” he promised and Andrej grinned.
“That sounds nice.”
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Travis heard the door open and turned to see Pete walked in. “Damn, son,” Pete said, looking him up and down. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in a nice shirt in a long time,” he said and Travis laughed.
“Yeah well, I’m taking a world famous supermodel to dinner. It’s a miracle I’m getting away without wearing a full suit,” he said, and Pete snickered.
However, when Travis knocked on the door where Andrej told him to pick him up, he wondered for a moment if he was dressed nice enough. He stood at the door realizing he was picking up a fashion model wearing a pair of black jeans and a button down shirt that wasn’t tucked in with a more casual blazer thrown over it. When the door opened, Travis was met with the sight of a guy wearing loose jeans and a baggy shirt topped off with a flat-brimmed hat that read ‘boy’. He wasn’t sure what to make of the guy smirking up at him. “Um, hi, I’m here to pick up Andrej?” he offered.
The guy snickered and turned back. “D! Why is Travis McCoy standing at your door asking for Andrej?” The voice surprised Travis, who quickly realized that the ‘guy’ was actually a woman.
“Who is at my what?!” A voice called and the girl at the door yelped as the door was wrenched from her hands and a woman stood there gaping. “Holy shit, Travis McCoy is at my door,” she said as if she hadn’t believed the girl.
Travis chucked nervously and the girl in the baggy shirt nodded. “Asking for Andrej,” she added, then shoved the other woman out of the way. “Come in, Andrej will bitch if we scare you off,” she said and Travis followed her in. “I’m Erika, I’m visiting, but this crazy bitch is D, she’s a big fan of yours, as I’m sure Andrej has mentioned, and this was probably just to see her jealous face that Andrej is taking so damn long.”
Travis snickered. “Isn’t that normally what you do though? Sit around a while waiting on your date to get ready?”
Erika scoffed. “If I’m picking a bitch up he better have his shit together when I get there,” she said and Travis had to fight laughter at how matter-of-fact the masculine woman said it. “I’d be dating Andrej if she wasn’t so damn slow,” she confided and Travis raised an eyebrow.
“Andrej is okay with you calling him a she?” he asked and Erika led him to the couch and nodded.
“Oh yeah, I call Andrej ‘she’ and ‘her’ all the damn time. She calls me ‘he and him’ too. It’s all good. Then we trade clothes and swap pronouns,” she explained and Travis hummed.
“I find this all very interesting. You a model too?” he asked, and Erika nodded.
“I’m just visiting but I do men’s and women’s modeling, just like Andrej. D’s a model too!” she said, smirking at the one who was standing just outside the doorway staring like a creeper. “If I was taller I’d get more work but I’m just so damn short. In a shoot with Andrej, they had to put me on a fucking box,” she said, scoffing. “Tall bitch.”
“Who’s a tall bitch?” Andrej asked as he walked in and Travis stood up quickly, staring at Andrej and praying he wasn’t actually drooling. Andrej was wearing a short, dark purple dress that fell loosely from his neck, baring his shoulders, and stopped just far enough down his thighs that nothing got flashed, showing off his long, thin legs. His hair was straightened and fell sleekly down except for the bangs being pulled straight back and pinned with a silver clip at the crown. His makeup was light but enough that Travis could honestly say he had never seen someone so beautiful before. Andrej smirked at Travis when he realized he was speechless. “You look nice too,” he offered and Travis chuckled weakly.
“Sorry, just… wow,” he said, shaking his head as he looked Andrej over. “You’re so beautiful,” he offered and Andrej grinned.
“Thanks, shall we?” he asked and Travis nodded, following Andrej as he turned and walked away. “Goodbye nosy bitches!” Andrej called and Travis turned to wave at Erika, who just smirked.
“Don’t knock up my woman!” she called and Travis laughed as Andrej shot a withering look over his shoulder on the way out the door.
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Travis couldn’t honestly believe himself as he stumbled over his words as they walked down to the main street to get a cab. “Anyways, I was thinking this place that isn’t that big of a deal, but it’s nice-“ He finally just stopped and laughed, shaking his head as Andrej raised an eyebrow at him. “For the first time since I was a teenager, I honestly have no idea what to say to my date,” he admitted and Andrej smirked. Travis smiled and waved a hand. “There is just something about you, Andrej. I have flirted with the most beautiful people, I’ve slept with some of the sexiest people, and I’ve been engaged to beautiful women, and this is the first time since I was in high school that I’m actually so nervous I’m talking myself in circles. Why the hell do you mess me up?” he asked playfully and Andrej laughed.
“I don’t know why people do it, but you aren’t the first, trust me.” He pushed his hair out of his face, smiling over as they stopped at the curb. “People always get so nervous and shy around me and I guess I just don’t see what it is. I mean, I understand I’m strange and people aren’t sure what to do with me, but people who accept me still seem confused and uneasy for a bit,” he reassured before stepping out to hold up a hand to hail a cab that was passing.
Travis smirked and opened the door for Andrej when the cab stopped at the curb. “I think it’s your pretty face,” he said and Andrej giggled.
“My face, huh?” he asked, leaning against the open door.
Travis nodded, stepping around so Andrej could slide in and still look at him. “You’re kind of ridiculously beautiful, as we’ve established already.”
When they got to the restaurant, Travis was well aware of the fact that subtly dressed or not, he was walking up to the hostess with a six-foot blonde with legs that didn’t seem to end at his side. Andrej drew the gazes of half the patrons as they were lead to their table, one Travis specifically asked for near the back so that they could have some privacy from all the looks Andrej drew.
“Walking around with you is like walking around with someone famous,” Travis said as he pulled out Andrej’s chair and Andrej grinned in amusement as he sat.
“And apparently going out to dinner with you is like dating a gentleman,” Andrej said and Travis shrugged as he sat down. “I think it’s my height. I stand out in more than one way wearing heels,” Andrej said and Travis smirked.
“I like how tall you are. You have no idea how used to short asses I am. My boy Patrick? Swear to God, he comes to about my waist it seems,” he said and Andrej grinned.
“I know the feeling. My grandmum is very short and when I go see her I have to squat down to hug her,” he said, then bit his lip, looking up through his eyelashes. “I’ve never actually gone out with anybody taller than me,” he said and Travis smirked.
“Glad to be of service.” When the menus came, Travis just stared at his before humming. “I have no idea what the hell this says,” he admitted and Andrej giggled.
“You’re the one who said ‘a place I know’ and you have no idea what the menu says?” he asked and Travis gave him a playful cringe.
“I may have asked a friend. I don’t do this kinda stuff much. It may not be a four star restaurant but really, a dude looking like I do? I tend to stay away from judgmental eyes as best I can,” he said, then shrugged. “Just felt pretty stupid asking you out and taking you to get burgers or something,” he said and Andrej gave him a sweet grin.
“You’re adorable,” he said, then bit his lip, rolling his eyes. “There’s a place four blocks from here that has the best wings you could imagine,” he suggested and Travis gave him a surprised smile.
“Seriously?” he asked, and Andrej nodded. “You are officially the coolest supermodel of all times,” he confided, offering Andrej his hand as he stood. “Wanna blow this joint?” he asked and Andrej took his hand, curling their fingers together as he stood, taking his clutch off the table.
“Sounds great! Wings it is,” Andrej said, sliding his hand to the inside of Travis’s elbow as they simply walked out, much to the confusion of the waiter who hadn’t even brought them their water yet.
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Travis came back to their table with a tray of food and looked at Andrej funny as he sat down. “You’re seriously eating five chicken wings and nothing else?” he asked, and Andrej shrugged.
“There’s celery,” he said, taking a stick out of his basket to bite into with a pointed crunch. “Yum.”
Travis rolled his eyes. “Celery is disgusting raw-“
“Lies!” Andrej gasped in mock horror. “Celery is a models best friend. It’s basically just water,” he said, crunching it again. “Only with a nice, fresh taste and substance!” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, do you know that one chicken wing has between ninety and one hundred and ten calories?” he asked pointedly. “Best case scenario, this is less than five hundred calories.”
Travis just shook his head. “What ya’ll go through to be skinny,” he said as he pointedly nodded at his own plate. “Fifteen wings and an order of fries isn’t even the most I could eat, it’s just that I’ve been trying to lose a little weight lately,” he said and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“By eating fifteen chicken wings? Good job,” he teased and Travis snickered.
“I’m serious! Do you know how fat my ass would be if I ate what I could? Boy, when I was your age, I was eating a box of donuts a day. I was a chubby little fucker too. I mean, I’m far from skinny now, but my tubby ass would’ve eaten about forty chicken wings,” he said and Andrej mimed gagging.
“I’ve never eaten much. I couldn’t eat forty chicken wings if my life depended on it.” He bit into his first wing and made a happy noise, waving a hand before he swallowed. “Although, they’re my favorite American food, that’s for sure,” he said, licking his thumb before he dropped wing sauce on his dress. “I’d never had them before I moved here and made American friends. I was horrified of the grease and fat but then I ate one and my model-fit body was ruined in a month,” he said, giggling slightly. “I gained about five pounds in a month. Went back up to a size four when I’d gotten down to a size two.” He hummed. “Never did get back to a two, I can squeeze into one for a show, but my clothes are always fours.”
Travis just snickered. “And I thought I had skinny friends,” he said, and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“I’m naturally thin! Everybody thinks I’m ‘super skinny’ and I am in a way, but most men my height couldn’t fit in a size two or four if they were skeletons on the verge of death. My body wasn’t built for fat.” He made a face. “As much as my ribs and shoulders stick out I still have enough fat on me that I appear to have breasts when I slump and I have a tummy roll over the tops of my pants when I sit,” he said, looking down as he straightened his back better.
Travis chuckled as he ate a fry. “That’s called skin. Nobody’s too skinny to have a roll when they sit.” He grinned at Andrej playfully. “And as for the breasts… well it would only match your legs and ass,” he said and Andrej rolled his eyes.
“Do you know that everybody says that?! I swear, people think I’m transsexual or something because of my chest, hips, and ass.” He ate another wing. “I’m a boy, I’m just a tall, skinny, curvy waisted one!” he defended.
Travis gave him a look and winked. “If it helps you at all, your legs are seriously hot. A little thin for my usual tastes, but long and sexy.”
Andrej chuckled. “What, like girls with dancer legs or something?” he asked and Travis shook his head.
“Nah, I just usually date women with a little meat on their bones. I’m not a picky man, I just seem to end up with curvy women,” he said and Andrej raised an eyebrow.
“Are we talking porn star curvy or fat girls?” he asked, and Travis scoffed.
“Neither, just average sized women with hips and thighs, not skinny little things like a lot of my friends date,” he said, then shot Andrej a look. “Nothing’s wrong with a fat girl anyways,” he defended.
Andrej laughed. “Hey, if you’re happy fat, go ahead! I’ve got fat friends and I don’t think they’re ‘gross’. I just couldn’t imagine being fat and okay with it.”
Travis hummed. “Hate to break it to you, but the baggy pants hide a big ass and thick thighs,” he said and Andrej smirked.
“Sexy,” he said, laughing when Travis just rolled his eyes and shook his head. “What?!”
Travis chuckled. “You ain’t right,” he said simply, shaking his head as he picked up another chicken wing. “You ain’t right at all.”
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Andrej smiled when Travis offered to talk him to his door, not just his building. “You’re such a gentleman,” he said, smiling when Travis slid his hand into Andrej’s wordlessly, acting like it was nothing. “Smooth, too,” he added and Travis just smirked.
“I ain’t been playing the game this long on my looks alone, now have I?” he joked and Andrej giggled.
“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty cute,” he said, looking at Travis’s face.
Travis turned to look at him, meeting his eyes. “I am, huh?” he asked, and Andrej bit his lip and nodded with a playful twinkle in his eyes.
“You look like you’ve been in prison-“ he added with an evil smirk that made Travis roll his eyes. “You’re ink-stained and pierced so much I’d imagine flying sucks for you, but you have beautiful eyes and the sweetest smile,” Andrej described, looking at him. “And for the jokes, tattoos are sexy,” he said, lowering his voice like it was a secret.
Travis just chuckled in amusement, stopping when he realized they were at Andrej’s door. “You’re the opposite, huh? I don’t see a piercing or drop of in on you,” he said, looking over Andrej’s face. “You have the most exotically beautiful face. Those cheekbones and lips alone would be enough to drive any man crazy, but you have the cutest nose and never-ending bedroom eyes accompanied by long eyelashes. It’s hot,” he said and Andrej giggled, making Travis smile in spite of his teasing. “And I love your smile. You have little vampire fangs and it’s so stupidly adorable I feel dirty just standing this close to you,” he said and Andrej raised an amused eyebrow.
“My smile makes you feel dirty how?” he prompted and Travis made a face, waving his hand.
“You may not be a kid, but you’re ten years younger than me, you have an innocent little smile, all this untouched, snow white skin everywhere, you just seem like an angel or something and I’m the one that’s been roughed up by life,” Travis shrugged. “I know you aren’t some naïve little delicate flower, but you look every bit like it.”
Andrej just grinned like he had a secret and leaned in, voice soft. “This delicate little flower likes to dress like a slut and flirt with every boy in the club just to see them sad when I won’t let them fuck me,” he said and Travis snorted out a laugh.
“You ain’t right-“
“I told you!” Andrej said, smiling brightly. “I may look like a sweet little angel, but there’s nothing but demon in this body.” He held up his wrist. “Besides, I do have a tattoo, see? I don’t have virgin skin. And my ears are pierced, I just can’t be arsed to wear earrings a lot of the time.”
Travis backed up some and caught Andrej’s arm. “What’s that say?” he asked, tilting his arm, only to raise an eyebrow. “Damn, ‘revolution’? Do I have a little rebel on my hands?” he teased and Andrej shoved him playfully.
“Shut up!” He tossed his hair back. “I’m a man who looks like a woman, isn’t transgender, is famous as an international super model, and has a serious interest in human rights and politics. It fits me,” he said and Travis just smiled at how cute he looked when he was giving Travis a grumpy look.
“You’re adorable,” he said, sliding his hands into Andrej’s, stepping closer. “I had so much fun with you tonight,” he said, and Andrej’s face slid into a smirk.
“I had a lot of fun, too,” he said in a low voice, stepping a little bit closer. “You’re a very sweet, smart, interesting man. Such a gentleman too,” he added, and Travis smirked.
“Does that mean I get a reward for good behavior?” he asked, leaning in some, only to be interrupted by the door to Andrej’s apartment swinging open.
“Alright, alright, break it up!” The girl in boy’s clothes from earlier gave Travis a look as she stepped out and maneuvered her way between them, shoving him back away from Andrej. “Hands off my woman, she ain’t a hoe, don’t think you’re getting anything on the first date, buddy,” she said, and Travis raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Good thing you brought my Princess home, I’d have had to come show you what’s up,” she all but growled and Travis couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing loudly, earning an amused look from Andrej.
“Erika, we’re good, I promise,” Andrej said, but Erika just smirked and slung an arm around Andrej’s waist.
“I know you are, Princess, but I’m making sure he keeps his hands to himself,” she said, then nudged Andrej towards the door. “Say goodnight, Travis.”
Travis snickered, nodding. “Night ladies,” he said, earning a finger from each one waved in his direction. As soon as the door shut, he heard muffled arguing.
“What was that?! Sure it’s funny sometimes, but a hot guy was going to kiss me-“
“Andrej, that man is too old for you. He’s after one thing and one thing only-“
“How do you know I don’t want that same thing?!”
“Bitch please, you could get dick anywhere, you wouldn’t be like this if you didn’t want a good man.”
“And Travis is one! He held my hand and walked me to my door!”
Travis just smirked as an idea popped into his head. He walked over and knocked on the door one more time and waited. As soon as the door opened with Andrej looking confused, Travis didn’t let him get a word out to ask what was wrong, he stepped into the doorway, pulled Andrej close, hands going around Andrej’s tiny waist, and leaned in, stealing a slow, soft, gentle kiss from Andrej’s lips.
Andrej whimpered when Travis broke the kiss. “Um… I- I-“
Travis snickered, leaning in to kiss Andrej’s cheek, ignoring the dazed look on his face. “That was a real goodnight, I just couldn’t help it.”
Andrej sighed. “Oh, I’m not complaining,” he said, eyes somewhat dazed as he looked up at Travis’s face.
“Damn, I can’t even joke about that,” Erika said, smirking. “That shit’s hot.”
Travis rolled his eyes at her. “Girl, you got problems,” he said and Andrej let out a sharp laugh.
“You have no idea,” he said, biting his lip before leaning in to peck Travis’s lip again. “Goodnight, Travis,” he whispered and Travis chuckled, squeezing his waist lightly as he pulled back.
“Goodnight, Andrej.”
Part 2
