Thai Food And Bald Movie Stars

Jul 27, 2003 14:43



Sean: *I've had a whole day to think about the entire fiasco with Vin, and after a few drinks I've managed to calm down a bit and see things for what they really are. I don't even know why I was so upset and so possessive, and I could see that it had alarmed you in some way. Maybe because it was Vin, and because I remember seeing all those marks he left on your body - bastard even mentioned that he bloody topped you - and that could be the reason I acted like a total wanker in front of you and him on the set. Feeling extremely confused and subdued, I head back to the set where filming has wrapped up for the day, glad to see Vin driving off, and you walking with your co-stars. I wait by your trailer, trying to think of what I should say and hoping that I can still put things right.*

Karl: *I've tried to put it all out of my mind, just bloody concentrate on the work, on the light stuntwork and action sequences, but it's been difficult. I'm trying to think of another person who's made me feel as--well, fucking small, fucking helpless--as Vin does, and I can't really think of anyone else. It's only worse because it had been /good/--if he'd been just the slightest bit under my control, you know-- if he'd shown just the tiniest weakness, I wouldn't be the one feeling so vulnerable. But Vin had total control over me and he knows it. And now Sean does too. Bloody fucking hell. I'm walking back, and I see him. Have to wonder if he's sober or drunk. And what he'll have to say to me now. Waving bye to my castmates, I walk up to him.* G'day, luv. *Looking into your eyes, still feeling a touch of that weakness.*

Sean: *I watch as you wave goodbye to your castmates, meeting your eyes and seeing something different and vulnerable there, something so different from what I'm used to seeing in your usual cheeky, confident demeanor* Hey. I just had a few drinks at the pub. Had a big think, too. *I look around uncomfortably at the people milling around us, and open the trailer door* Listen, could we go in and talk? Unless you want to go for dinner or something, I'm alright with...anything. I just want to talk about things. *I look even more uncomfortable* About Vin, and you know, other things we need to sort out.

Karl: *I nod, thinking--I'm starved and dinner sounds brilliant, except I want this to be in private, and dinner out is not going to be private.* We'll eat after--eh? *I say trying to crack a grin and failing miserably, opening the trailer door for you to come on in--I do share the trailer with another bloke, but he's gone for the day. I put an arm lightly on your back as we move inside, then close the door behind us. I look nervously over at the little sofa.* Have a seat? I'm sorry about earlier . . . *I'm not sure what else to say. Not until I get a better idea of your mood.*

Sean: *I nod as I walk over to the sofa, and sit down heavily on it, stretching my legs out. Giving you a small smile, I pat the seat beside me* C'mere luv, I promise I don't bite. Much. *I hope you're not thinking that I'm drunk, because I only had a few while mulling things over, and I'm thinking more clearly than I did when I was angry. I look down at the floor, gripping the armrest of the sofa with a sigh* And you know, you don't have to apologise. You did nothing wrong. I trust you, and I know you wouldn't do anything with Vin even if I wasn't there. So I don't know why I was being such a wanker.

Karl: *I let out a sigh--right. So maybe you aren't mad at me after all. I come over and slowly lower myself to sit next to you--muscles hurting a bit after a rough day of fighting. But where normally I'd be pulling you close, taking your chin and directing it over to claim your mouth in a kiss, I'm still off; I still can't seem to get it back. I look almost shy, my hands together between my knees, sitting close enough to touch you yet /not/ actually touching. What are you thinking? What must you think of me now?* I--thanks. Thanks, that means a lot, luv. No--I wouldn't do anything. He's been this fucking irritating since day one. I've gotten rather used to it now. *I don't comment on your actions. I'm still trying to decide if they made me feel loved or if they only made the situation worse. Now Vin knows just who I'm with. Another fucking lovely weapon to use against me. I'm mad as bloody hell at him. But not at you.*

Sean: *Your rather reserved and quiet body language is making me more worried than ever, and by now I'm quite certain I've royally fucked things up. Normally I would draw back as well, waiting for the other person to initiate contact, which was how I always was with my ex-wives. But this is you, and by now I should know I always behave differently with you. I lean forward and tug you closer to me, pulling you into an embrace that I've waited for all day, burying my nose in your hair* Look....I'm sorry, luv. I know I looked as though I was too controlling and too possessive, and I don't know why. And it's only been like that with Vin, because....*I trail off, at a loss for words because...Vin is just Vin, he's not an evil guy, even if he is in danger of wrecking our relationship* ...because...I don't know, luv.

Karl: *Eh--that was what I needed. When you tug me close, when you wrap your arms around me, I exhale a breath I've been holding and squeeze back hard, crushing you to me, breathing in your scent, pressing my lips up against your shoulder.* Nothing to be sorry about--not your fault the bloke's being a wanker. If anyone's being controlling, luv, it's been him. You were brilliant. I just wished you didn't have to see that. And . . . *I hesitate talking about the other part. Afraid of what you'll say, what you'll think.* He knows now. I didn't want him to know. It--*I grimace*--it worries me.

Sean: *I feel so grateful when you squeeze back, half-expecting you to flinch from my touch but thankfully you didn't. I press a kiss to your cheek, still stroking your hair gently, rocking you in my arms* I'm so glad to hear that, luv. But what do you mean, Vin knows now? You mean, about us? *I pull away slightly to stare at you in concern, still keeping my arms wrapped around you* Why does it worry you, luv? I'm afraid I don't understand.

Karl: *I stroke up and down your arms, to soothe me perhaps, to soothe you.* Well--the bloke already has too much money and power, ya know. I don't like givin' him any more than that. So yeah, I didn't want him to know about us. He'll just use it as more fodder to get under my skin--no real harm, you know, but just irksome. *Nuzzling your ear.* I want you all to myself.

Sean: *I smile a little when I feel you nuzzling my ear, tightening my arms around you* Well, I guess I understand why you didn't want him to know about us. So....I'm sorry if I let the cat out of the bag. *Now I feel worse than ever, the guilt overwhelming me* I just....I don't know why he sets me off so much. I wouldn't have been bothered at all if it was someone else, but him....*I trail off into silence, lost in my thoughts*

Karl: *I look at you in concern, seeing you more upset now, not let. Brushing away the hair over your ear, watching you with a frown.* Sean. Talk to me. I . . . .I'm glad you came to stand up for me. You don't know what that means to me, that you'd instantly do that. Yeah, I might have felt a little awkward about it, but still the sentiment of it really struck me. *Pondering it.* I said the wrong thing. I should have been telling everyone you and I were together. I should be boasting about you. I'm sorry, Sean. *Rubbing my thumb over your lower lip, wanting to lean forward and kiss you.*

Sean: *I close my eyes as I feel your thumb rubbing over my lower lip, trying to keep my emotions in check* I...I can't force you to tell everyone if you don't want to, luv. I mean, after the paparazzi scare with Vig and Marton, you did say your career was important to you. So I understand. *I fight to find the words to explain how I feel, but I can't....I open my eyes again and instead of looking at you, I stare at the floor, still deep in thought* So if you want to keep this under wraps, just let me know. Don't feel obligated to tell other people just because you feel you have to, because of me.

Karl: *Oh god, now I feel awful. And if I can't explain it with touch . . . I back up a step. Run a hand through my hair. Look at you.* I am such a prick. A bloody great awful one. Sean . . . *And what do I do? It's ludicrous that it's me who's more afraid of exposure, when I'm the bloody one with the worse reputation, when you have just as much--if not more--than me to lose. I know that if it happened, I wouldn't run. I'm just not eager to go courting it. But if that is what it takes to keep you . . . * Sean. I love you. And this bothers you. I didn't know. I'll fix it. Just--please. Look at me? Please? *Keeping my eyes trained on your face, looking forlorn and lost.*

Sean: *The tone of your voice is killing me, and when I finally look up and see the forlorn look on your face, my heart almost breaks...to think that I was the one who put it there. Unable to stand it, I lean forward and wrap you in a tight embrace, astonished to find that my eyes are wet. Oh bloody hell, why am I crying? Probably because I can't bear the idea of losing you* No, Karl....I'm the prick here. You keep telling me you love me, and all I can think about are external forces. *My hand slides up into your hair, stroking the dark strands gently* External forces like Vin, and the rest of the bloody world....fuck. I don't care anymore. It should be about you and me. *I pull away to stare into your eyes* I love you, Karl. As much as you love me. And I don't care whether other people know or not. As long as we both know it....then we have something bloody amazing.

Karl: *I grab you up tight in the embrace, maybe crushing you a little, before I realise how hard I'm gripping and ease up a little. Call me a day late and a dollar short--I get it now. I didn't get it before. That it was important for me /not/ to hide you. And regardless of what you're saying now, I plan to get my shit together and make sure I do this right from now on, display your proudly not like some dirty little secret. Because you're far too important for me ever to lose with that bloody nonsense. Screw the paparazzi.* Yeah. We do. And you bet I know it. And I don't care who else does, Sean. That'll be my promise to you. They can't publish a picture that would make me not want to stay with you. *I tilt your jaw and capture your lips, pouring out all my love, all my emotion into the kiss, my hands framing your face, holding you there.*

Sean: *I shiver as your hands cradle my face, sliding my own hands over yours and stilling them. I can feel the intensity of your kiss and it almost stuns me. How could I have ever doubted anything about us? Why did I let a bald movie star try to shake the foundations of what we have? But I mentally promise myself that I will never allow it to happen again, kissing you back with as much feeling, thinking that I must be the luckiest bloke for you to put up with all my weird moods and outbursts.* Thank you for your promise, luv. I just don't know what to say. But all we need is this trust in each other. *I wish I could find more eloquent words to express myself, but instead I lean in and deepen our kiss, sliding my arms around your neck, feeling our bodies mold against each other*

Karl: *Better, so much better. At this point I don't want to say anything else; just push you back into a bed and make love to you. Of course, this is a trailer. And anybody might knock on it and disturb us. I tug you a little to nibble at your throat, purring, my arms sliding down to your hips to pull you against me, loving the feel of you, how close we match in size.* Mm. Sounds good. So does dinner--and taking you home to bed. *Kissing you again, hungrily.*

Sean: *I stare back at you with hungry eyes, nodding more than eagerly.* In fact, we could skip dinner. Unless you want to get some takeaway, have it in bed. *I grin at the image of us feeding each other in the sheets, before we get unbearably hungry for each other and finally toss away the food* Anything sounds good to me. Too bad we can't stay in this trailer, though. *I can't help smirking* But someone is bound to come in and investigate when it starts rocking loudly and attracting attention.

Karl: *I laugh* Which knowing us, it would. Okay. Takeaway it is--maybe some Chinese or Thai--something easy to hand feed each other. *I growl playfully, pulling you towards the door.* We'd better hurry or we may also end up doing illegal things in the car.

Sean: *I laugh heartily* I don't think your producers would be very happy if they had to come and bail us out of jail, luv. *I lean in for one last kiss, squeezing your arse firmly before we open the door and walk out, holding hands. And yes, it does feel different and it does feel good, but at the end of the day, what gives me the most amount of happiness is knowing that I have you to come home to...my lover, my partner, my other half. I give you an affectionate look as we walk towards the car* Thai sounds good to me, I'm in the mood for something spicy. *Grinning, we finally get into the car and drive off, impatient to get dinner, and then home.*
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