frnico:
nico came and went when it came to partying. he’d accept, drink, take someone home and repeat again. the perks of working for his mothers fashion line and even bigger perks in finding another model to sleep with. as he ventured through the crowd, slightly intoxicated – what he hadn’t expected to see was his photographers newest employee among the crowd. his tongue was quick to flick over his lower lip as he caught sight of the male; even more beautiful under a dimmer lit setting. his eyes took him in from head to toe. nico would shoot him glances at work, often times his smug grin was enough to express what he wanted out of the boy. as he made his way over, he grabbed a champagne flute and stopped before steven. “i didn’t realize they allowed employee’s to come to high parties now.” his tone was cool and low, “wanna tell me what you’re doing here?”
steven found himself turning slightly to find out where the voice was coming from – pleasantly surprised when he had found nico. his friend had shot him the other day and steven would be lying if he said that he wasn’t completely interested in him, the way he looked, the smolder on his face as he posed for the camera – everything was intriguing. he found himself taking another sip of champagne before he spoke, answering nico’s question. “i’m not too sure either, i was invited and i came.” his eyebrow raised slightly as he rolled back his shoulders a bit, his back straightening. “why don’t i just keep drinking the free booze and no one needs to know that i don’t belong – sounds good, yeah?”
