the world is ugly

[traumatizing]

[It's weird how... Normal things feel once stuff is actually running again. The way life just goes on. Not that Terry has any particular complaints about it, he's happier now than he ever thought was possible for him, it just strikes him sometimes how truly bizarre life is.]

[Like right now, arriving home after an interview and photoshoot to promote his first solo release, which is another thing that feels absolutely insane to him, but mostly what he feels right now is worn out. But they let him keep all the clothes and accessories from the shoot which was pretty cool, some of it is really awesome stuff.]

[So here he is, arriving, laden with bags of gifts. What a truly difficult life.]

Max? [He kicks closes the door behind himself and puts the bags down, getting on a knee while he's here to undo his boots and take them off.] You home?

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[notahobby]

Alright.

[He shimmies a little closer to the headboard, all excited.]

[traumatizing]

[These ones are buried in the pile a bit, but it's easy to find them on account of the colours. He peels off his jeans and shirt and, first the pants. A pair of frankly ridiculous, neon plaid skinny jeans. The shirt is a crop top hoodie, if a crop top was only meant to cover your collarbones. And also was neon orange fishnet.]

[He puts the hood up and does another spin, this time standing with his thumbs hooked in his belt loops.]

[notahobby]

Oh, babe.

[His eyebrows draw together like he's in pain and he tilts his head.]

Just... take me now. Please.

[traumatizing]

[Terry laughs and crawls onto the bed, coming over to seat himself in Maxxie's lap.]

[But also like he wants to drink this coffee so he's gonna lean over and get his mug off the nightstand.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie puts his hand on Terry's hip and hums happily.]

They didn't put you in both of these at once, right?

[traumatizing]

They sure did.

[He puts his free hand on Maxxie's chest while he sips his coffee.]

[notahobby]

And you agreed?

[He's slightly bewildered. But hey at least there's a lot of skin to put his hands on, even if he's just being conservative now and keeping his free hand on Terry's waist.]

[traumatizing]

Yeah, why not?

[He shrugs a shoulder. He's worn much more ridiculous stuff for photoshoots before.]

[notahobby]

Guess so.

[He leans back a touch to take another look.]

Least you make it look good.

[traumatizing]

[He snorts.] Sure.

[notahobby]

Well, you make everything look good, in my opinion.

[traumatizing]

[He shakes his head and looks down at his hand on Maxxie's chest, a little bashful.]

Well, yours is the only opinion I really care about.

[notahobby]

Good.

[He smiles softly up at Terry.]

S'the only one that matters.

[traumatizing]

[Hm.] Well, the photographer's one matters sometimes too.

[notahobby]

Nah. 'S their job to make you look good, right? If you look like shit then they're bad at what they do.

[traumatizing]

[Terry shrugs a shoulder and rubs his thumb back and forth.]

I guess so.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie rubs his thumb back and forth on Terry's hip, gazing up at him with love.]

What's up?

[traumatizing]

Nothing.

[He shakes his head and looks at Maxxie's face, lifting a hand to brush some hair away from his eyes.]

I just find it funny you think I look so great when you walk around looking the way you do.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie's eyes draw together in a soft mixture of confusion and amusement.]

The way I do?

[traumatizing]

Yeah. [He messes with Maxxie's fringe a bit just to mess with him.] You're so handsome. Like, ridiculously good-looking.

[Terry's not even flirting he's just constantly dumbstruck by the fact that Maxxie's attracted to him.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie leans his head back a little and smooths out his hair. Pretty rude, Terry.]

There are more ways to be handsome than just the way I do it, Ter.

[traumatizing]

I know.

[It's not like he thinks he's ugly, he knows he's not, and he doesn't really wanna go there anyway. He just shrugs again and sighs.]

I dunno, maybe it's just because I spent all day thinking about how I look. Sometimes I think about it and it's like... "He picked me out of all the guys he could have? What? But he's so handsome and sweet and funny and caring."

[Wait no that's too much. Terry pauses and raises an eyebrow thoughtfully.]

Of course then it's like, "but who else is really gonna put up with him getting crumbs in the bed?"

[notahobby]

[Maxxie laughs.]

No one, I suspect.

[He sobers up a little, but he gazes up at him with all the affection in the world.]

I love you, Ter. You're perfect to me.

[traumatizing]

[Ugh what a good boyfriend. Terry just gazes back at him for a moment before he leans down for a kiss, all soft and affectionate. He loves this man so much.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie meets him for it happily, moving his hand up to Terry's jaw.]