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elrhiarhodanTitle: Even If The Stars Have Made Us Blind
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Matt Bomer (as a fictional character), Tim DeKay (as a fictional character), Tim/Matt
Spoilers: S4.09 – Gloves Off
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~1000
Beta Credit:jrosemary
Summary: Let's all go off to RPS hell together. The boys are on set and filming the fight scenes (all three of them) for the ninth episode of the season, Gloves Off. Matt’s more than a little excited by the constant physical contact with his lover, Tim. But sometimes, real life intrudes, and their pleasure is delayed by a little unnecessary angst. But doesn’t that make it all the sweeter?
Written for Day Three of my Fic-Can-Ukah 2012 Meme, fortheatregirl7299, who asked for Tim/Matt - The Expectation of Pleasure. Title from Annie Lennox's "Stay By Me".
A/N: Let’s assume that Tim and Matt’s spouses are well aware of the guys’ relationship and have given them their blessing, because what happens in New York, stays in New York.
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Matt’s glad that the insurance company is making them wear the groin guards - or whatever those things that boxers wear - even though this isn't a real boxing match. Having a few pounds of leather and padding strapped around his waist and between his legs does a lot to keep him from sporting wood in public. He’s usually more disciplined than this, but filming this week is taking its toll on his self-control.
Yesterday was particularly difficult.
At least they were on set rather than location and he could slip away to take care of things without being too obvious. He would have thought that having the lights and the cameras trained on him would make for the most unarousing of conditions, but no, of course not. He was a man, after all.
A gay man who was involved in a rather torrid affair with his straight, married co-worker.
Spending most of yesterday in gym clothes and close clinches with Tim wears away at his willpower, his self-restraint. They start to shoot the boxing practice scene heavily choreographed, but Renny Harlin – big time director of action movies – isn’t happy with it. It looks too staged, which is ironic, because it’s practice for what’s supposed to be a staged fight. After a dozen takes, he tells them to just shake it loose, do what they think will work, and lets the camera run.
It does work, brilliantly. Except that Matt spends the next several hours hard as a rock and he’s pretty sure that Tim is, too. By the time that the AD calls it quits for the day, they both stumble to their respective trailers. Matt doesn’t know what Tim does about his “problem” but Matt’s not all that interested in rubbing one off. There’s really no time to do it how he likes to – slow and steady, thinking about all the dirty things they do to each other. Besides, there was nothing like a little anticipation to heighten the pleasure when it was actually experienced.
Right now, Matt is once again almost painfully aroused. They’ve been at this for hours; flinging themselves against each other, sweaty skin against sweaty skin is a change from yesterday, when at least they had tee-shirts on.
Even when Tim’s glove makes contact with his cheek, Matt’s erection doesn’t flag. A half-dozen production assistants gather around with ice and styptic pencils and someone overreacts. She wants to call a doctor, a plastic surgeon, in for a consult because God forbid something should happen that would mar the perfection of his face.
The look in Tim’s eyes is a cross between apologetic and exasperated. His glove just nicked the side of his face and there’s some bruising and it will swell a little tonight, but they both know that Tim will take enormous pleasure in applying ice there. And maybe in other places, too.
The AD’s satisfied that the bruise on Matt’s cheek won’t mess up the sequencing and that he won’t be permanently scarred. They get back into the rhythm of the fight and unlike yesterday, Matt’s able to put away his lust and concentrate on the work. They take and retake, they’re having fun and it’s showing a little too much. Neal is supposed to be angry at Peter, so they reset yet again and finally Renny’s satisfied.
Matt heads back to his trailer, Tim’s got the final shot for this scene and then they’ve got to wrap with the big climax. It’s unusual, but the last scene that they’re shooting is the last scene of the episode – the big emotional confrontation between Peter and Neal. It wouldn’t be too good for the scene if, instead of tell telling Peter that he’s cutting him out of his life, he grabbed his co-star and planted one right on his lips.
The scene goes better than anyone expected, and the hurt in Tim’s – okay, Peter’s – eyes looks way too real. In fact, Tim gives him a funny look and wanders away from the set after they watch the dailies. By the time that Matt’s back in his street clothes, Tim’s nowhere to be found. One of the production assistants says he just got into a cab and left, instead of waiting for the car service to take him home.
Matt does the same thing, hoping that Tim’s heading back to his condo in Brooklyn. He lets himself in and finds Tim watching the sun set over Manhattan.
“Talk about a million dollar view.” Matt’s trying to be casual, trying to figure out what’s going on here.
Tim doesn’t turn around, but he does answer, “You’ve seen it before.”
“And it still thrills me.”
Tim shoves his hands in his pockets and stands there; Matt can read the anxiety in every line of his posture. He can’t stand the distance and he crosses the room to wrap his arms around his lover, burying his face against his shoulder blades, breathing in his unique scent. At least Tim doesn’t try to avoid his touch.
“What’s the matter? Why did you leave like that?”
Tim slowly brings a hand up, rests it against Matt’s hands. He sighs. “You’re too good an actor, Matty – too good.”
He understands. “It’s just a script – and it’ll all be better by the end of next week’s episode, you know that.”
Tim laughs and turns around. “No, no.” He strokes Matt’s cheek, fingers resting for a second on the too-real bruise. “That’s not what I mean – you’re too good for this. For television.”
And he understands that, too. He’s heard it before – from the rabid legion of fans who want him to take on a big-name role (and he knows what role that would be) and leave the small screen behind. His agent has pointed out that while White Collar gives him most of the year to do other stuff, sticking with television is going to limit his options. That didn’t stop him from signing another three year deal with Fox for the show. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re not going anywhere. Being here is my choice; it’s what makes me happy.”
Tim relaxes and takes him into his arms. “I’m a lucky man.” His breath is warm and it tickles his ear.
“So am I.” That’s the only thing that needs to be said as they move towards the bedroom. Matt intends to savor the pleasure – he’s waited too long to rush it.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Matt Bomer (as a fictional character), Tim DeKay (as a fictional character), Tim/Matt
Spoilers: S4.09 – Gloves Off
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~1000
Beta Credit:
jrosemary Summary: Let's all go off to RPS hell together. The boys are on set and filming the fight scenes (all three of them) for the ninth episode of the season, Gloves Off. Matt’s more than a little excited by the constant physical contact with his lover, Tim. But sometimes, real life intrudes, and their pleasure is delayed by a little unnecessary angst. But doesn’t that make it all the sweeter?
Written for Day Three of my Fic-Can-Ukah 2012 Meme, for
theatregirl7299, who asked for Tim/Matt - The Expectation of Pleasure. Title from Annie Lennox's "Stay By Me".A/N: Let’s assume that Tim and Matt’s spouses are well aware of the guys’ relationship and have given them their blessing, because what happens in New York, stays in New York.
Matt’s glad that the insurance company is making them wear the groin guards - or whatever those things that boxers wear - even though this isn't a real boxing match. Having a few pounds of leather and padding strapped around his waist and between his legs does a lot to keep him from sporting wood in public. He’s usually more disciplined than this, but filming this week is taking its toll on his self-control.
Yesterday was particularly difficult.
At least they were on set rather than location and he could slip away to take care of things without being too obvious. He would have thought that having the lights and the cameras trained on him would make for the most unarousing of conditions, but no, of course not. He was a man, after all.
A gay man who was involved in a rather torrid affair with his straight, married co-worker.
Spending most of yesterday in gym clothes and close clinches with Tim wears away at his willpower, his self-restraint. They start to shoot the boxing practice scene heavily choreographed, but Renny Harlin – big time director of action movies – isn’t happy with it. It looks too staged, which is ironic, because it’s practice for what’s supposed to be a staged fight. After a dozen takes, he tells them to just shake it loose, do what they think will work, and lets the camera run.
It does work, brilliantly. Except that Matt spends the next several hours hard as a rock and he’s pretty sure that Tim is, too. By the time that the AD calls it quits for the day, they both stumble to their respective trailers. Matt doesn’t know what Tim does about his “problem” but Matt’s not all that interested in rubbing one off. There’s really no time to do it how he likes to – slow and steady, thinking about all the dirty things they do to each other. Besides, there was nothing like a little anticipation to heighten the pleasure when it was actually experienced.
Right now, Matt is once again almost painfully aroused. They’ve been at this for hours; flinging themselves against each other, sweaty skin against sweaty skin is a change from yesterday, when at least they had tee-shirts on.
Even when Tim’s glove makes contact with his cheek, Matt’s erection doesn’t flag. A half-dozen production assistants gather around with ice and styptic pencils and someone overreacts. She wants to call a doctor, a plastic surgeon, in for a consult because God forbid something should happen that would mar the perfection of his face.
The look in Tim’s eyes is a cross between apologetic and exasperated. His glove just nicked the side of his face and there’s some bruising and it will swell a little tonight, but they both know that Tim will take enormous pleasure in applying ice there. And maybe in other places, too.
The AD’s satisfied that the bruise on Matt’s cheek won’t mess up the sequencing and that he won’t be permanently scarred. They get back into the rhythm of the fight and unlike yesterday, Matt’s able to put away his lust and concentrate on the work. They take and retake, they’re having fun and it’s showing a little too much. Neal is supposed to be angry at Peter, so they reset yet again and finally Renny’s satisfied.
Matt heads back to his trailer, Tim’s got the final shot for this scene and then they’ve got to wrap with the big climax. It’s unusual, but the last scene that they’re shooting is the last scene of the episode – the big emotional confrontation between Peter and Neal. It wouldn’t be too good for the scene if, instead of tell telling Peter that he’s cutting him out of his life, he grabbed his co-star and planted one right on his lips.
The scene goes better than anyone expected, and the hurt in Tim’s – okay, Peter’s – eyes looks way too real. In fact, Tim gives him a funny look and wanders away from the set after they watch the dailies. By the time that Matt’s back in his street clothes, Tim’s nowhere to be found. One of the production assistants says he just got into a cab and left, instead of waiting for the car service to take him home.
Matt does the same thing, hoping that Tim’s heading back to his condo in Brooklyn. He lets himself in and finds Tim watching the sun set over Manhattan.
“Talk about a million dollar view.” Matt’s trying to be casual, trying to figure out what’s going on here.
Tim doesn’t turn around, but he does answer, “You’ve seen it before.”
“And it still thrills me.”
Tim shoves his hands in his pockets and stands there; Matt can read the anxiety in every line of his posture. He can’t stand the distance and he crosses the room to wrap his arms around his lover, burying his face against his shoulder blades, breathing in his unique scent. At least Tim doesn’t try to avoid his touch.
“What’s the matter? Why did you leave like that?”
Tim slowly brings a hand up, rests it against Matt’s hands. He sighs. “You’re too good an actor, Matty – too good.”
He understands. “It’s just a script – and it’ll all be better by the end of next week’s episode, you know that.”
Tim laughs and turns around. “No, no.” He strokes Matt’s cheek, fingers resting for a second on the too-real bruise. “That’s not what I mean – you’re too good for this. For television.”
And he understands that, too. He’s heard it before – from the rabid legion of fans who want him to take on a big-name role (and he knows what role that would be) and leave the small screen behind. His agent has pointed out that while White Collar gives him most of the year to do other stuff, sticking with television is going to limit his options. That didn’t stop him from signing another three year deal with Fox for the show. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re not going anywhere. Being here is my choice; it’s what makes me happy.”
Tim relaxes and takes him into his arms. “I’m a lucky man.” His breath is warm and it tickles his ear.
“So am I.” That’s the only thing that needs to be said as they move towards the bedroom. Matt intends to savor the pleasure – he’s waited too long to rush it.
