Your Cold Eyes- a Gondola fic

by Ambarlost

Rated T for some swearing and future sex. (Stop looking at me like that. It's Jogan. It's impossible to write Jogan without it.)

Based off of Dalton by the extremely talented CP Coulter.

Chapter 1

It was his hair that Julian noticed first. He was stuck at some publicity party full of wannabes sucking up to the bigger names and on the verge of flat out escaping, but then he'd spotted it. In a sea of flashy, perfect faces that were just another part of Hollywood, that golden hair had somehow stood out from the rest. It shone under the bright lights with a far too familiar gleam and for just a second, Julian let himself indulge his imagination. The blond boy making his way through the crowd wasn't a stranger, but rather, one of his closest (alright, only) friends. He was there as his date (hey, might as well dream big, right?) and he would sit down next to Julian, look at him with bright, green eyes, open that talented mouth, and say-

"Hey."

He jumped, jolted by the unexpected voice in his ear. "Fuck."

"Whoa. I'm hoping that's not your standard greeting." The blond boy he'd just been watching slid into the seat next to him, an amused look on his face. "Sorry about that, though. It's just that you were the only person in the room who looked as bored as me. I figured I should introduce myself." He offered his hand to Julian. "Zachary Lancaster."

Julian recognised him now. Zachary Lancaster was quickly becoming a big name in the music industry, even though he' was only Julian's age. He'd been the drummer in a band known mainly for its teenage girl fans, but the band's split up had seemed like the end of his music career. That is, until he released his own album, deviating wildly from the pop style he'd been associated with and establishing himself as a brilliant musician and singer in his own right. Immediately after, he'd announced that he would be entering the acting world and had been snapped up into a movie right away. He was undeniably talented.

"Right. I'm Julian Larson," he said, shaking his hand.

Zachary smiled again. God. It was a really nice smile. Open, warm, and inviting… So that's what Logan could look like.

Just not around Julian.

"I kind of already knew that," laughed Zachary. "But thanks for confirming it."

Julian raised an eyebrow. "You know me so well? I'm flattered."

"Then you're easily flattered," Zachary shot back, but his smile somehow kept the sting out of his words. "Anyways, it's because of that teen movie you're doing next year."

"There hasn't been any official announcement of that." Ah, question dodging. What would Hollywood do without it?

"Oh, come on. They just signed me on to it, too. I already know it's official. I'll be playing your character's best friend." Zachary leaned in a little, his eyes getting a mischievous gleam. "You know. The one that you have a drunken kiss with."

"Oh, god," Julian groaned, before looking Zachary over. "At least you're passably hot."

It was true, though. Zachary was good-looking with chiseled features, but not so much as to become intimidating. His simply cut, dark blue shirt clung to his body in all kinds of fantastic ways and you'd never be able to tell that the seats were actually rather uncomfortable from the way his long, jean-clad legs were stretched out in front of him in a position of complete ease. His Logan-blond hair kept falling a little into his Logan-green eyes, despite how he would brush it back every so often. Even with the glamour of fame about him (although Lord knows Julian was used to that by this point), there was a down to earth, approachable quality about him. Everything about him spoke of an easy, casual confidence that was beginning to make the reasons for his abundance of fangirls obvious. The guy just looked so much like Logan. It was awfully tempting. He could see the headlines now: Young Hollywood Star, Julian Larson, Turns Zachary Lancaster Gay. Fangirls Devastated Worldwide.

"Done checking me out?" Zachary's voice pulled him back out of the daze he had drifted into. Julian's head shot up to see Zachary's eyes fixed on him and that damnable smile still hovering around his lips.

"So," Zachary mused. "The famous Julian Larson isn't as straight as the media believes him to be."

Damn. And he'd actually kind of liked this guy.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked witheringly, his eyes sparking with a glare, but Zachary just waved it off.

"Please. I have impeccable gaydar. If I had to guess, I'd say... Hm, bi, yes?"

Julian shook his head slowly. "My friend takes years to figure that out, and you get that in a couple minutes?"

"Like I said, impeccable gaydar. It's a side effect of also being that."

Oh. Oh. He'd have to change that headline to "Young Hollywood Star Julian Larson and Musician Zachary Lancaster Discovered in Gay Love Nest. Fangirls Explode the Internet."

"Sounds like fun. Ever find out the deep, dark secrets of someone famous?" Julian asked lightly.

"Maybe a couple." Zachary tilted his head. "You know the lead singer from the band I used to play with"

Julian's eyebrows shot up. "You mean the guy famous for hooking up with his female groupies is actually gay?"

Zachary winced. "The groupies thing would be why I broke up with him. But don't tell anyone. Guy troubles. Aren't they a whole lot of fun?"

"I know," Julian agreed.

"Not even out yet and having guy troubles already? Don't worry, I'll keep your secret if you keep mine. Do you wanna talk-" Zachary was cut off by Julian's cell phone.

"Sorry, hang on a sec," Julian muttered. He sighed when he saw the flashing reminder pop up on his screen. Putting it away, he looked up and frowned. "I have to go. I've got a flight back to school."

"School? How… quaint." Zachary's voice was teasing, especially on the last word, but there was an evident disappointment in him. "Let me guess. Some rich private school?"

"Something like that. It's called Dalton. Look me up sometime; it's been nice talking with you and we're going to be working together anyways." Julian hopped off his seat and headed for the door.

"Wait. Let me give you my number," Zachary stopped him, scribbling a string of numbers onto a napkin and pushing it in Julian's hand. "Alright. We'll keep in touch, Larson!"

Julian smiled as he walked out. He had a distinct feeling that they would.

(A/N: I swear, this isn't an excuse to hook Julian up with some random OC. Anyways, it's an awful beginning, but I'm still getting the setup out of the way. Honestly, I didn't even want to post this yet, but Sebastian/Julian fics are spreading, and they're getting uncomfortably close to my story. Reviews, please. The only reason I put this online instead of just keeping it to myself is for others to read it.)