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Drabble #67

Ah yes, the good old freelancer life: Living with your boyfriend because a pandemic has taken away your main source of income and you’re absolutely not beneath eating someone else’s fridge empty. At least Markus isn’t.

Drabble Collection on Ao3 Ship: Alkus

“And what’s that supposed to be when you’re done?,” Alois asked. His legs rested on the breakfast table. His cup of coffee rested between his legs and stomach.

Markus didn’t take his eye away from the viewfinder. “A picture,” he said. He took one and looked at it on his camera’s display.

“That you can make a print out of to sell? Of the invalid to some people who need misery porn or diversity on their walls?”

“Oh, but of course,” Markus said as he pressed some buttons on his camera, his eyes fixed onto the display while he smirked. “If I put a few filters on it and add an effect here and there in photoshop, I could make it look like you’re actually miserable and I’m some socio-critical photo reporter.”

Alois threw his head back and laughed. Markus sat down across the table from him.

“Are you actually making any money off this?,” Alois asked before he sipped at his coffee.

“No, not at all,” Markus said. “Which you should know since I’ve been basically living here for a week.” He smiled at him with a bitter sparkle in his eyes.

“Huh, true. They’re good pictures, though.”

“That’s true, but right now isn’t quite the time where people have the money to splurge it on art. It’s more an optimistic attempt to see any money, really, until the big events that I usually live off come back.”

“You really don’t have anything to do?,” Alois asked. “Not that I mind having you around.”

“Quick to save that one,” Markus commented. “And no I don’t. There’s no big weddings, there’s no birthdays, no public business events, no cultural stuff and there’s no first communions.”

Alois frowned. “First communions? That’s where you made your money from?”

“Yes, they bring in a lot of money in the more rural areas, you know, the suburbs of vienna. People pay good money for stunning pictures of their kids’ rite of passage out there.”

“Yeah, I know I had one. My dad took pictures and I remember that I was happy about the cake and all the money, but not that I couldn’t play football that day,” Alois said. Markus laughed. “And, how did those pictures your dad took turn out?” “Good enough for our kitchen wall and the ones of my grandmas’,” Alois replied, which only intensified the grin on Markus’ face. “Because we didn’t need to brag to our neighbours who had the better communion. If you’re looking for a job, ask my sister, because I’m sure that if Sissi’s current ass kisser is unfortunate enough to get her pregnant, she’s going to blast that kid’s life onto social media for internet points like hell.” Alois took another sip of coffee. “Although -” “I think you’re doing your sister wrong,” Markus said. “I know my sister did me wrong, don’t worry about her. Anyways, if you’re still around when she gets married, you better don’t offer yourself to her, because she’ll try to get your skills for free for sure. And that ain’t paying your rent, plus she has no business not paying you because you’re dating me. Somebody should pay you for sticking around this family.” “Well, you kind of are my sugar daddy,” Markus said and Alois nearly spit out his coffee. “Well, sugar boyfriend. Trophy boyfriend. I don’t know how you call those old guys who get a girlfriend that is clearly only with them for the money.” Markus got up again. “Lugner? I don’t know,” Alois said and Markus snorted. “I’ll gladly take care of a poor artist, though.” Markus picked up his camera and walked over to Alois. Without a word, he gently nudged at his legs. Alois raised an eyebrow, but pulled them off the table. His feet were barely on the ground when Markus sat down on his lap. “Oh,” Alois said. He grinned. “Especially when you’re gonna be like that, Mausi.” Markus laughed and Alois wrapped his arm around his waist. He kissed him on the lips. Afterwards, Markus kissed him on the cheek. Alois heard the click of the camera. “Oh, I see, you’re still trying to make bucks,” he said. “And who’s that for?” “That’s just for us,” Markus said and put the camera down on the table.

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