Mairon didn’t expect more kindness. He had known envy, greed and lust since that was all the modeling word was, but Eomer wasn’t from that world. The man offered assistance to him even if they had only spoken to each other for a few minutes. It was sweet.
His hand took the card gently from him and looked it over as Eomer offered his protection and stumbled over his words. Mairon had heard a few things, but rarely did he read tabloids. They had written things about himself so he put no thought to them.
“Maybe you just seek release and connection with someone,” Mairon said with an easy smile and placed his hand over the rancher. “But I feel the same way. I don’t have anyone to confide in being a model. Everyone is waiting to stab you in the back…”
Eomer wasn’t that type of man, Mairon knew and he wanted to be near him more. Maybe it was be cruel to use him as an escape for a few days, but he had no choice. A party meant drugs and he knew that Melkor would try to hook him back again.
When his manager returned, the model wrapped his arms around Eomer’s neck and let out a somewhat fake giggle.
“Melkor, Eomer offered me to stay for a few nights. I think a bit of relaxation is just what I need. You can give my love to everyone at the party.” Mairon laid his head against his shoulder and hoped that the rancher would just roll with it.
Melkor’s eyes darken at the display, but the brute could cause a lot of problems for him. He just glared at the pair and locked eyes with Mairon.
“Just for a few days…don’t cause trouble for me,” he said before walking off with a group of confused photographers behind him.
The younger man just let out a sigh and found himself nuzzling against the other’s rough shirt. He smelled like sweat and cedarwood…he liked that.
Eomer smiled, playing his role well, an around across Mairon’s back and his free hand stroking the must curious color of hair. He had seen many colors, but this one wasn’t quite common. That or he lived under a rock. The way things had been going lately, he opted for the latter and gave Mairon’s forehead a soft kiss at the hairline to complete the role.
“Safe with me,” he told this Melkor. “You will barely miss him.” I have a phone call to make once he’s gone. I need to find out who this guy is. “I won’t be too rough,” he added with a wink.
“But he’s an idiot,” Eomer chuckled once the dark-haired one was away. “You have nothing to worry about. Um…” He looked over Mairon’s attire and waved a hand. “Do you have clothes? We aren’t the same size or I would lend you some of mine. It’s… Hmm.” He held up the hand. “Nevermind. I’ll call someone. What would you like to wear?”
