Camera Doesn't Lie. (boyxboy)

Extra I.

My Jealous Boyfriend
Ryan and Nick

        Ryan was present at Trent Crescent's Condo/The Keane Twin's Second Home almost everyday and he had a knack for showing up when Nick was alone. Nick was beginning to think that Ryan had some sort of secret, Boyfriend ESP that tingled whenever it sensed that Nick was by himself.

        Today was no exception.

        Trent and Nathan were both gone by 10:00 AM. Trent because he was meeting with another photographer who wished to photograph Nathan and Nick (and to meet up with Boomer afterwards, though Trent would never admit it.) Nathan because he was on another secret date with Zane.

        At 10:12 AM, the door opened.

        "Hey Ryan!" Nick called from the kitchen.

        "Hey," Ryan said, coming in. The brunette had given him the key to their apartment a few weeks earlier (with much resistance from Trent and Nathan.) He at Nick's apron -- a cute orange one with yellow stars on it. The older teenager went up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

        "Cute apron," he said, pressing a kiss to Nick's nape and inhaling the brunette's sweet scent while he was at it.

        "What are you doing?" Ryan asked.

        "Making sandwiches," Nick answered simply. "I just finished." They were simple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

        Ryan caught something in the corner of his eye. A bouquet of flowers in a vase that he had never seen before.

        "What's with the flowers?" the older model asked.

        "Oh," Nick followed his gaze to the bouquet. "They're from Jason."

        Jason definitely sounded like a boy's name.

        "Who?" Ryan asked, raising a brow suspiciously.

        "Jason Alabasta," Nick answered, wiping his hands on a dish towel. "He's the photographer for… umm… Port Royal. He photographed me once—Ryan!!" Nick protested as Ryan grabbed the vase of flowers the neck and dumped it into the garbage can. "Ryan, those were a gift! You can't just throw gifts a—mmph!"

        Ryan pressed his lips against the younger model's, effectively silencing him. Nick, though loving the contact, pulled away out of surprise.

        "Ryan, wait—" the brunette began.

        He crushed their lips together again, hot and demanding a response. His hands were like solid rock on Nick's hips and held the younger model to him.

        "If you want flowers," Ryan said seriously as he moved his mouth away, "then I'll give you flowers or whatever else you want. So don't accept gifts from other people."

        It took Nick several seconds to figure out Ryan's strange behavior.

        "You're jealous, aren't you?" he said.

        "Me? Jealous? As if," Ryan snapped too quickly and moved away from Nick entirely. Then he flashed a dazzling grin. "I'm perfect. Why in the world would I jealous of mere, mortal human beings?"

        He glanced at Nick, who had a grin growing on his face and was completely unconvinced.

        "Stop that, Nick, I'm not jealous!"

        "Yes, you are," Nick said, grinning as wide as ever.

        "You seem to be enjoying my newfound discomfort," the model came closer to him, raising a brow.

        The younger male giggled. "I hardly get to see you get so worked up over something."

        "You're very mean," Ryan said, boxing Nick in by placing his hands on either side of him on the counter. Though a little intimidated, the brunette did not back down.

        "You're jealous," he retorted.

        "Shush." Ryan pressed Nick onto the kitchen counter and kissed him deeply. Nick felt him grind his hips against his and the sweet friction sent waves of pleasure down his spine. Nick fiddled behind him for the tie of the apron—

        Ryan's hand snapped to his wrist.

        "No," he said. "Leave it on."

        "But Ryan!" the brunette protested. "It's… this apron is… embarrassing…"

        "That's too bad, Nick," Ryan said, feeling under the apron for the clasp of the smaller boy's pants with a wicked grin, "because I'm quite fond of it."