The tragic
Aaron doesnt like authority. Well, just like most of the people, he despices control freaks who try hard to screw his life and tie him up with strings. As a top hunk in the business, he pretty much gets to call the shot. When is the best time for him to shoot his ads, who should his team work with, who is doing his hair and makeup and who gets to make his on-site magarita. Vain boy, with such a tantalizing face, his beauty is preying on the confidence of others. Yea, he has that idea too -- Beauty could be a crime; but unpretty is a sin. As a result of his hyper-emphasis placed on his appearance, it had made him into an asshole. Yea, gay and anal... the perfect match.
Jason could be just one of the bunch of successful gay men who are worshiping Aaron's image of a perfect man alive. So many invitations, so many gifts, so many offerings but most importantly so many rejections he sent out. Perhaps he understands a rule in the industry better than the rest, the best is still the unreachable. The size of the swamp gets bigger every year. But he fell for Jason for a single reason, Jason never takes him as a superstar. He would leave the restaurant if Aaron is more than 20 minutes late, he would invite aaron to dine at hawker junctions and most importantly, Aaron couldnt see himself as a celebrity in Jason's eyes. Nothing is worse than being the outstanding in your whole life. Perhaps, ordinary is in fact a blessing.
Aaron isnt happy. So much of dark emotions hid behind his charming smiles in front of the camera.
"Yes, good. Now Aaron, pull your pants lower, show me some of your hair..." the ugly photographer is really stretching his request. As a professional, Aaron wont even mind being naked. But these maniacs deserve to be burnt in inferno. As he contemplating his curses, Rick walked into the studio with his latino toy. Standing across the room, he is looking at Aaron while talking to his toy.
"Thank you Aaron, lets take 5 and get ready for next set." The hungry director cleverly reacted after acknowledging rick's presence.
"Damn, could you not look better every time i see you?" The over-macho rick tried hard to ignite a conversation.
"No. That's what i got paid for..." Aaron looked into the mirror at himself while others are fixing him.
"Guys, can we have 5 minutes alone. thank you."
"Rick, i have a full schedule today, you better let me get done with my last set or i am gonna have some fucking problem with this."
"Relax cutie, you got into most of my clients' ads anyways, why worry? but i started to tick since you havent really return my call after you'd met that stupid banker."
"What's wrong with you fucker! Go fuck yourself or your Latino toy outside! and please, i did NOT and do NOT want you to call me ok?"
"Are you jealous of Antonio? I will break up with him and only be with you... i swear i will."
"No, my lord will put me into hell and burn me for stupidity if i ever say yes." Aaron left him the jeer and proceeded to the rest room.
"By the way, if you would, please, stay in house or at least put on some caps or whatever, cause you'll really hurt the city image, and my eyes." To Aaron, men like ricky are pigs and deserve no humanity. After all, who cares whether the pigs are feeling good about themselves?
Ricky went furious in his eyes. Not that this is the first time being blatantly humiliated by Aaron and had his self esteem scraped to the bottom. This is not going to carry on this way. Ricky knows he has to prove his capability to Aaron, so he will impress him or remember him at least. Boys like Aaron, if you let them go so easily, will never learn who is their daddy.
Ricky went over to Antonio and whispered in his ears. Then Ricky proceeded to talk to the ugly photographer with a bunch of props crew. Leaving their work, six of them have something more fun than getting the set fixed. They suddenly went into a hype and in group they march into the rest room like a bunch of fearless mob, only this time, they are fueled with something aside from anger -- lust.
The restroom door closes and the sound of the lock button never gets more sinful. Aaron's cellphone is buzzing at the same time, lying on the glass table and vibrating. The light is flashing and it could barely move to seek attention. It's from jason, who didn't know his lover has his pride and ego to protect, from six ugly dicks.
Jason could be just one of the bunch of successful gay men who are worshiping Aaron's image of a perfect man alive. So many invitations, so many gifts, so many offerings but most importantly so many rejections he sent out. Perhaps he understands a rule in the industry better than the rest, the best is still the unreachable. The size of the swamp gets bigger every year. But he fell for Jason for a single reason, Jason never takes him as a superstar. He would leave the restaurant if Aaron is more than 20 minutes late, he would invite aaron to dine at hawker junctions and most importantly, Aaron couldnt see himself as a celebrity in Jason's eyes. Nothing is worse than being the outstanding in your whole life. Perhaps, ordinary is in fact a blessing.
Aaron isnt happy. So much of dark emotions hid behind his charming smiles in front of the camera.
"Yes, good. Now Aaron, pull your pants lower, show me some of your hair..." the ugly photographer is really stretching his request. As a professional, Aaron wont even mind being naked. But these maniacs deserve to be burnt in inferno. As he contemplating his curses, Rick walked into the studio with his latino toy. Standing across the room, he is looking at Aaron while talking to his toy.
"Thank you Aaron, lets take 5 and get ready for next set." The hungry director cleverly reacted after acknowledging rick's presence.
"Damn, could you not look better every time i see you?" The over-macho rick tried hard to ignite a conversation.
"No. That's what i got paid for..." Aaron looked into the mirror at himself while others are fixing him.
"Guys, can we have 5 minutes alone. thank you."
"Rick, i have a full schedule today, you better let me get done with my last set or i am gonna have some fucking problem with this."
"Relax cutie, you got into most of my clients' ads anyways, why worry? but i started to tick since you havent really return my call after you'd met that stupid banker."
"What's wrong with you fucker! Go fuck yourself or your Latino toy outside! and please, i did NOT and do NOT want you to call me ok?"
"Are you jealous of Antonio? I will break up with him and only be with you... i swear i will."
"No, my lord will put me into hell and burn me for stupidity if i ever say yes." Aaron left him the jeer and proceeded to the rest room.
"By the way, if you would, please, stay in house or at least put on some caps or whatever, cause you'll really hurt the city image, and my eyes." To Aaron, men like ricky are pigs and deserve no humanity. After all, who cares whether the pigs are feeling good about themselves?
Ricky went furious in his eyes. Not that this is the first time being blatantly humiliated by Aaron and had his self esteem scraped to the bottom. This is not going to carry on this way. Ricky knows he has to prove his capability to Aaron, so he will impress him or remember him at least. Boys like Aaron, if you let them go so easily, will never learn who is their daddy.
Ricky went over to Antonio and whispered in his ears. Then Ricky proceeded to talk to the ugly photographer with a bunch of props crew. Leaving their work, six of them have something more fun than getting the set fixed. They suddenly went into a hype and in group they march into the rest room like a bunch of fearless mob, only this time, they are fueled with something aside from anger -- lust.
The restroom door closes and the sound of the lock button never gets more sinful. Aaron's cellphone is buzzing at the same time, lying on the glass table and vibrating. The light is flashing and it could barely move to seek attention. It's from jason, who didn't know his lover has his pride and ego to protect, from six ugly dicks.