Charlie Carver in the movie Fist Fight | Photo: Instagram/charliecarver
Did Charlie Carver just introduce his new boyfriend to the world? Or is he just a friend he likes to randomly kiss in photo booths?!
Either way, we think we may have worked out who the mystery man is…
Teen Wolf star Charlie shared a pic of the handsome gent to mark Valentine’s Day on Wednesday.
He posted it along with the caption: ‘happy ❤ day’…
It shows the two guys in a range of poses, along with fridge magnets suggesting the pair have been on a bit of a tour of Europe…
One eagle-eyed fan on Twitter claimed the guy in the picture is called Steve Miller. So, of course, we looked him up on Instagram and found stevemiller20.
The Steve in question has a feed that features loads of pictures of the two guys together or in a group.
It also shows Steve in Big Sur with Charlie, along with the caption: ‘Weekend escape with @charliecarver‘.
Furthermore, Charlie himself follows Steve on the photo-sharing service.
Charlie declined to comment when approached by Gay Star news. Steve has also been approached for comment.
Charlie found fame as one of the Scavo twins on ABC TV show Desperate Housewives, along with identical twin brother Max. The star came out in January 2016, once again on Instagram.
‘I knew I was different from some of the other boys in my grade’
He said at the time: ‘As a young boy, I knew I wanted to be an actor,’ he recounted. ‘I knew I wanted to be a lot of things! I thought I wanted to be a painter, a soccer player, a stegosaurus… But the acting thing stuck.
‘It was around that age that I also knew, however abstractly, that I was different from some of the other boys in my grade.’
20 times Charlie Carver was literally the world’s cutest tourist
He furthermore added: ‘Over time, this abstract “knowing” grew and articulated itself through a painful gestation marked by feelings of despair and alienation, ending in a climax of saying three words out loud: “I am gay”.
‘I said them to myself at first, to see how they felt. They rang true, and I hated myself for them. I was twelve. It would take me a few years before I could repeat them to anyone else, in the meantime turning the phrase over and over in my mouth until I felt comfortable and sure enough to let the words pour out again, this time to my family…’
