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"Five minutes, Mr. Nicholas." Tony was stammering. He was blushing, in fact, bright, beet red. Lee was kind of pleased, and kind of turned on.
Turned on? He shook his head to clear it. He was not turned on by a guy, no matter how cute he was. He was dating someone. He was straight. Besides, the set PA was just overenthusiastic about his dimples, or something. He always had that effect on people.
"Thanks," He said, flashing a smile, and laughing to himself when Tony's entire face went a brilliant, apple-red. "Oh, and Tony?"
Tony froze so fast that Lee was surprised he didn't fall. The other man turned and stammered, "Um, yes?"
Lee grinned again. "Hey, could you check in with Peter, tell him I'll be right there, I just have to get into my actual pants."
Every thought that was going through Tony's head was perfectly clear on his face, and Lee shook his head when the door of the dressing room closed. He really needed to call his girlfriend.