There's an old saying about New York in springtime. "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes."
That was certainly true on a Monday in early May. The day had promised to be mild, with just a few high clouds and a light breeze. Perfect for shooting an extended walk-and-talk. Except that the blue skies quickly surrendered to a heavy bank of rain clouds which couldn't wait to open up and vomit water.
The director of the week called cut for the umteenth time when the wind blew Matt's umbrella across Tim's face, nearly taking his eye out.
They were both relieved when the production manager told the them, "Okay, folks - let's give this a half-hour and hope it'll blow over."
Tim looked at Matt, who gave him the tiniest grin. "Wanna finish that Scrabble game?"
Matt shrugged. "Sure."
They dodged a few large puddles on their way back to the trailers. Matt held the umbrella over Tim as he unlocked his trailer, then gracefully maneuvered inside - keeping the sopping nylon from dripping over everything.
Tim's trailer was much like his own, a small dressing/make-up area, a closet and bathroom. But where his had two lounge chairs, Tim's was set up with an extra deep couch that occasionally doubled as a bed.
"Doesn't look like this is going to let up any time soon." Tim commented, and the world seemed to agree as it punctuated that statement with an impressive clap of thunder.
"Hmm." Matt's reply, non-committal as it was, was muffled as he searched for the scrabble board. They had started a game a few days ago, and he was beating Tim by well over a hundred points. He found the small travel sized game in the table next to the couch. “Found it!”
"Matt?"
He looked up, only to find that Tim had striped off his (or more accurately, Peter’s) jacket, shirt and tie, had pulled off his undershirt and was about to unbuckle his belt. He felt himself flushing a brilliant shade of red. “You know, if you’re going to use code words for sex, you might want to pick something a little less confusing.”
Tim laughed and shook his head. “We can finish the game, if that’s what you want.”
Matt put the set back on the table, careful not to jostle the board. “It can wait. That – ” He gestured to Tim’s burgeoning erection, “Can’t.”
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WC RPS - (Almost) Caught in the Rain
Date: 2012-09-19 07:05 pm (UTC)That was certainly true on a Monday in early May. The day had promised to be mild, with just a few high clouds and a light breeze. Perfect for shooting an extended walk-and-talk. Except that the blue skies quickly surrendered to a heavy bank of rain clouds which couldn't wait to open up and vomit water.
The director of the week called cut for the umteenth time when the wind blew Matt's umbrella across Tim's face, nearly taking his eye out.
They were both relieved when the production manager told the them, "Okay, folks - let's give this a half-hour and hope it'll blow over."
Tim looked at Matt, who gave him the tiniest grin. "Wanna finish that Scrabble game?"
Matt shrugged. "Sure."
They dodged a few large puddles on their way back to the trailers. Matt held the umbrella over Tim as he unlocked his trailer, then gracefully maneuvered inside - keeping the sopping nylon from dripping over everything.
Tim's trailer was much like his own, a small dressing/make-up area, a closet and bathroom. But where his had two lounge chairs, Tim's was set up with an extra deep couch that occasionally doubled as a bed.
"Doesn't look like this is going to let up any time soon." Tim commented, and the world seemed to agree as it punctuated that statement with an impressive clap of thunder.
"Hmm." Matt's reply, non-committal as it was, was muffled as he searched for the scrabble board. They had started a game a few days ago, and he was beating Tim by well over a hundred points. He found the small travel sized game in the table next to the couch. “Found it!”
"Matt?"
He looked up, only to find that Tim had striped off his (or more accurately, Peter’s) jacket, shirt and tie, had pulled off his undershirt and was about to unbuckle his belt. He felt himself flushing a brilliant shade of red. “You know, if you’re going to use code words for sex, you might want to pick something a little less confusing.”
Tim laughed and shook his head. “We can finish the game, if that’s what you want.”
Matt put the set back on the table, careful not to jostle the board. “It can wait. That – ” He gestured to Tim’s burgeoning erection, “Can’t.”