Page 10 of Your Only Fan
That never happens, if you catch my drift.
“You gotta create the content to keep your fans, bla, bla, bla,” he cuts me off. “Don’t forget to live while you’re at it. Life isn’t just about the sex.”
Julian huffs and opens his mouth.
“Don’t,” Freddy snaps at him.
“Easy for you to say. You got your man,” I tell Freddy.
“So can you. If you talk to him,” he replies.
“We’ve been through this, Freddy-Teddy. He’s my teacher. I can’t straight-up walk up to him and tell him ‘I like you, dude. Want to date?’ I’ve got another year of him teaching me. I can’t screw it up.”
It was so easy for Freddy. He only had Harry as his teacher for one semester and then they were free as birds to be together and all that jazz.
And also, they had a mutual attraction for each other. As far as Isaac Rivera is concerned, I’m just another pretty boy wanting to take advantage of my looks to go into entertainment.
“I don’t disagree, but you don’t ask, you don’t get. You don’t have to go all out. But you can throw in suggestions and see how he reacts. We’ve been through this,” Freddy says.
“Leave him alone, Fred. Being hopelessly in love with his teacher is his only human flaw. Take that away and there’s no chance for the rest of us,” Julian says.
“I’ve got flaws!” I argue.
It’s not the first I’ve heard of anyone idolizing me, but it still frustrates me. Everyone puts me on a pedestal because I’m good-looking, I take care of my body, and I’m well endowed. But I hate people thinking that’s all I’ve got going for me. That I’m just a pretty face, and my life is simple, easy, and without its troubles. Just because I make half a million a year doing porn doesn’t mean my life is perfect and easy.
The emotional and physical toll it takes to create the kind of content I do, the routine and resources that go into maintaining my fanbase, my body, and my health…
There’s a lot more under Ezra Dixon than meets the eye, and the fact that not even my friends can see it sometimes drives me insane.
“Okay, mister. If you call being rich and handsome a flaw, I want to live a day in your shoes,” Julian says.
“You wouldn’t lasthalfa day,” I tell him, and he raises an eyebrow.
The fresh air and the warm sun as we step out of the library give me the peace I need to not snap at my friend.
I know he’s just messing with me and having a go at him isn’t going to help either of us.
We decide on pizza and walk the short distance to Dough Bros and have a round of our usual.
Thankfully, the conversation has changed subjects, and I’m no longer it.
“So, Harry asked me out on a date on Friday,” Freddy says. “He’s taking me to this French place, Le Prestige, which has a dress code, believe it or not. Do you think he’s going to propose?”
“Definitely,” Julian says. “You don’t go this fancy for just another date night.”
“That’s what I thought,” Freddy agrees. He bites his bottom lip and looks at the napkin holder on the table.
“How do you feel about him proposing?” I ask.
He shrugs.
“I don’t know. It’s too soon, isn’t it? We’ve only been dating for four months.”
“Then why do you think he’s proposing? Maybe he’s got something else in mind. Have you even talked about marriage?” I ask.
“Very briefly.”
“What would you say if hedidpropose?”
