I'm pretty, but I aint dumb.

Sam Evans, 19, ex-model and part time stripper. Currently homeless and taking refuge some nights at McKinley Refuge Shelter. If you've stumbled across this little part of the internet, kaltxì. That's hello in Na'vi. You know, Avatar? God, I miss that film. I did a bit of underwear modelling when I got to the big NYC so you might've seen me in a couple magazines back then. Since then I've been from club to club, stripping performing. Right now I'm staying at McKinley Refuge Shelter on the nights that I can, and I work at a club part time.

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F2F || Jam

Jeff looked into the bag and got out the envelope first. When he opened it a letter and two tickets fell out. He looked at the tickets and when he saw that they were tickets to Philadelphia - with a train ticket included to Reading - he took a deep breath. Then he read the letter and couldn’t stop himself from tearing up. He couldn’t accept that. As much as he loved his family, he loved Sam as well and…wait stop…loved? He swallowed again. This definitely was too much. He looked up at Sam and bit his lip.

[refugesamevans-blog]

Sam bit his lip nervously when Jeff opened up the bag. It was no secret to his family that Sam didn’t have much money. He’d had a talk with his mother explaining some of the situation. Of course he didn’t tell them what Job he had, but he mentioned that he wasn’t modelling anymore and that he and Jeff were working in the same place. So his mom had helped him sell what was left of his comics... they were just bits of paper. “You okay?” Sam asked when he noticed Jeff’s eyes get watery. he frowned, scared he’d done something wrong.

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@Sam

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Angel? I am no angel. Honey maybe. And I thought you like me blushing?

We’re going to visit your family this weekend…I already packed up our stuff and we are leaving tomorrow.

[refugesamevans-blog]

To me you are... And the blushing’s cute, yeah, but you’d get mad at me if I made you blush all the time.

Wait... what? You.. you booked for us to go home? Or, well, my home? That’s... Jeff.... Wait, you know it’s not my birthday, right? And christmas is like... still over a month away.

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@Sam

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You can, but you don’t have to, Sweets. I am alright with Jeff.

Let’s just say your mum squealed into my ear when I asked her to pick us up at the station…

[refugesamevans-blog]

What about... Honey? Or... Angel? I’d call you sexy or adorable but you get all blushy every time.

Wait... What? Pick us up from the station? Jeff, what’s going on?

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@Sam

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Good, then I’ll keep that up.

Nope, we’re going by train.

[refugesamevans-blog]

Alright.. Do you want me to think up one for you? Cause I dunno, babe feels a bit weird to say.

Train? Where?

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@Sam

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Any other ideas?

I just booked something for us.

[refugesamevans-blog]

No, it’s... I like it.

Booked something? What, like... a bus tour or something?

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@Sam

Hey sweets, I’ve got something for ya.

[refugesamevans-blog]

You’re calling me sweets now? What’s up?

[refugesamevans-blog]

So tired...

Can I just curl up and sleep forever? Please?

[nycdreamerjeff-blog]

We can for sure try. If we don’t get along we can just ask for different rooms again. And I wanna do it, I am just scared. I want nothing more than to sleep in your arms every night without having to worry.

[refugesamevans-blog]

Yeah, that’s true. I mean, I guess this’ll kinda help if we ever decide to like... flatshare or something. Then don’t be scared. Let’s just go with it, dude. Being scared is what makes things fail.

[nycdreamerjeff-blog]

Maybe you should arrest me for being too sexy.

[refugesamevans-blog]

That totally works too.

[bxhindbluxyes]

You mean like those two dues from 23 jump street? That seems really awesome, we really should do that bro.

[refugesamevans-blog]

Awesome! We should go somewhere too to show ‘em all off.

[braveheartedfabray-blog]

Hmm. I vote for Captain America.

[refugesamevans-blog]

See, that’s what I thought but then Jeff said I should go with Pliceman and  Finn said I should do what Jeff said cause he’s my boyfriend and... well, he did say he liked guys in uniforms...

[hudsonontherun-blog]

Let’s Go Mets!

[hudsonontherun-blog]

Of course Sam, well I want to. Hey there’s no guarantee I’ll even get it again. But if I can, I’d like to spread the opportunity around a bit.

[refugesamevans-blog]

Hah, awesome. Well, if you do get it, I’d love to come sometime. I mean, like, I’d totally do something as a thank you, too.

[refugesamevans-blog]

hudsonontherun:

Boyfriend? You’ve got a boyfriend? Hey if that’s what he likes, I think your choice is simple then, dude.

For Halloween? Nah, not really. At least none yet.

I.. do, yeah. Why? Is that really that surprising? I guess it is, huh?

You should! Plan something, I mean. What about with Quinn?

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Work visits || Jam

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Jeff smirked when he saw the blush on Sam’s cheeks. He pressed a kiss on it. “So you call all your clients Sir?” He asked and raised his eyebrows. “I want us to do what we always do. Make out, have some fun and not hold back all the noises we have to keep in at the refuge.” He winked at Sam.

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Sam grinned cheekily at the kiss to his cheek, watching Jeff again when he pulled back a little. “Oly the ones that want it. Not that that means anything. You’re the only one who actually gets the respect that comes with the title.” He explained, before leaning in to press a slow kiss to his lips. “Making out sounds good to me...” He purred lightly, kissing him again. “And hearing all the noises...” he then added, kissing him again, rocking his lips forward and giving a soft moan to punctuate his point.

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Work visits || Jam

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Jeff looked at Sam and smiled. “You are worth every penny, so don’t even worry about that.” He pulled him close, kissing him again a little longer this time. “And no Sir tonight, please. I want to just enjoy the night and not be in charge.” He smirked at Sam. “Are this room soundproof? Because I am sure the sounds you are holding back usually are really, really beautiful and I need to hear them.”

[refugesamevans-blog]

Sam couldn’t help the blush that took over his cheeks at that, and he just shook his head at Jeff at first, before sighing. “You.. You’re... ridiculous.” He sighed, giving a small laugh as he brushed his fingers through the back of Jeff’s hair. “Not sir, okay, I just.. meant it like... a joke. Cause you’re technically my client tonight. Actually, there’s no techncially about it.” Sam answered, shrugging lightly. “So... Yes, this room is soundproof and you still get to tell me what you want me to do.”

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Work visits || Jam

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Jeff grinned when Sam told him he had a client coming. “Yeah, that’s me.” He said and looked at Sam. “Couldn’t wait for you to come back from work and thought I would visit you…and your show on stage was so good that I wanted some of it in private.” He smirked. “And I heard we can be as loud as we want here.” He winked at Sam and pulled him close for a short kiss.

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Sam blinked in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. “What? But... payment? How did you.. pay for it?” He asked, staying close to Jeff almost for comfort without even realising he was doing it. At the compliment though, he flushed a pink colour and ducked his head for a moment. “I.. I uh.. You...” He stammered, before snorting a little. “Really?” He smirked, running his hands down jeff’s body, then around his back, hooking behind him. “Well, Sir, if you really have paid for me and I really am yours for the night, you’re gonna need to tell me what to do.”

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Work visits || Jam

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Jeff waited for quite a while until one of the guys came to him and asked him to follow. He was nervous, not sure how Sam would react to him being at his work place and not sure how Sam would react at all. He had never seen Sam in action at work and what he had seen on stage had been fun. But now he was going into a private session. Although Sam wouldn’t have to dance for him or anything. He just wanted him for the last night at his working place. Next week they would start only working with each other - they already had a full schedule - and he didn’t want Sam to sleep with someone else if he could be there. He was brought into a room and when he looked up from his feet he saw Sam sitting there. The door closed behind him and he bit his lip, looking at his boyfriend. “Hey.”

[refugesamevans-blog]

Sam was more than ready to finish working at this club. Sure, he’d miss some parts of it - like a regular, guaranteed income - but it would get him away from this part of the job. This part that he was dreading tonight... That was, until he saw familiar blonde locks and a very recognisable face. “Jeff?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he hesitantly rose to his feet, moving away from the chair. “What are you doing here? I’ve got a client coming and I don’t get off for like... hours yet.” He murmured, shifting in his jeans a little before moving to close the gap a little.