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“Look!” Rob said, pointing to a view of the sun setting over New Orleans.
The band was in Louisiana as part of their tour, and they got a free break from shows to themselves. Ross, Andrew, and Zubin were off doing their own thing, most likely viewing all of the opportunities to hear music that surrounded the city.
Joe and Rob had chosen to go on their own path, trying to find the best food throughout the city. They’d eaten three (small) meals within the span of 9 hours, so they were extremely tired. Both were eager to go back to their hotel to shower, cuddle, and doze off.
“Lemme take your photo! The sky’s so pretty, and so are you,” Rob said, reaching into his pocket to grab his small digital camera.
Joe turned a light shade of pink from the compliment. “I probably look horrible right now; we’ve been out all day,” he protested, knowing he was most definitely sweaty-looking because New Orleans’ heat was not for the weak.
Without a word, Rob took a picture of Joe.
“What’d you do that for?!” Joe yelled, no anger in his voice. The sun was in his eyes, so he was squinting. Dear god that must be the worst photo ever, he thought to himself.
“You’re wrong; you’re so adorable right now,” Rob said, hitting the gallery button on the camera, looking at the picture of Joe on the miniature screen, a smile painting his face.
Joe scowled at the use of the word “adorable”, although deep down, he thought it was endearing. “I’m anything but adorable right now,” Joe unenthusiastically told.
“This photo suggests otherwise. Smile for the next one, hun,” Rob replied, humming to himself in contentment.
Joe couldn’t contain his smile at the use of the nickname; he loved it whenever Rob used pet names on him. Rob snapped another picture, which ended up blurry, during the brief presence of the smirk.
“You’ve gotta stop doing that, Bobby,” Joe frowned, knowing this picture wasn’t any better than the last.
“Nope. I guess I’ll just have to take pictures of you with that big frown on your face. Wouldn’t want that, would we? So pouty and cute,” Rob lamented, admiring how pretty his boyfriend was, even at a time when he should’ve looked tired.
Joe awkwardly, albeit convincingly, smiled, knowing he wasn’t allowed to leave before Rob got a good picture. Rob was able to tell one of Joe’s fake smiles from a real one in a matter of seconds.
Rob stepped forward and swiftly kissed Joe on the cheek, emitting a soft smile from Joe. He stepped back and quickly took a picture of Joe, who was blushing and still subtly, authentically smiling.
Rob put his camera back into his pocket, looking at Joe and the wonderfully beautiful surroundings around the two of them.
He stepped forward again, this time grabbing either side of Joe’s face, leaning in, and planting a firm, yet soft kiss onto his boyfriend’s lips. Joe kissed back, although he was sad the embrace ended just as soon as it’d started.
“Your picture’s going up next to my nightstand,” Rob said, taking Joe’s hand, leading them back in the direction of their hotel.
“You can see me every morning, we live together,” Joe laughed to himself at the absurdity of the situation.
“I want to look at you all the time, photos or reality,” Rob said, kissing Joe on the cheek again.