RPS fic: (Not) funny
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thebratqueenSo if I wrote another one of those icky real people slash stories, it would be here. Not that I did, because that would be gross, but if I did, it would theoretically be behind this cut tag.
And if I had written other stories which served as a background for this one, they could probably be found here.
Not that I have, because I don't.
Ahem.
***
(Not) Funny
by TBQ
David doesn't touch him.
Not at all. Not in the slightest. It's like a children's book. He will not touch him by the stairs he will not touch him by the chairs. It's nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a handshake, not a shoulder clasp, not a slap on the back to say job well done.
Alexis had no idea how much he and David touched each other in a given day until David took it upon himself to stop. And that doesn't even include the kissing, which of course has stopped along with everything else.
Now there's nothing. A void. Alexis thinks of it like the time he gave up smoking. Not allowing himself to have cigarettes was obvious. Not having something to do with his hands was an unforeseen side effect.
He's incredibly self-conscious of his hands now. In character he knows what to do. But once "cut!" is yelled he's left with two heavy objects at the end of his arms. He doesn't know how to manipulate them. Does he pat David on the back? Does he *avoid* patting David on the back? Does he fold his arms? Put his hands in his pockets? What in Hell *did* he do when he wasn't touching David?
He tries to watch his co-workers. He thinks Amy might be a good guideline, as she has never given any indication of wanting to fool around on the set, but then again he never thought David gave any indication of it either.
Did he? Did any of his co-workers look at *him* and think he might be interested?
Well, surely David must have. But Alexis doesn't think he gave such a look. Maybe if he hadn't been in a relationship, but he *was*. He was in love with Alyson, and had been for years. He wasn't in the market for anything else. That put an "off duty" sign above his head, didn't it?
They touch during scenes. It's part of the script. David's playing Angelus. He grabs him, manhandles him, there's even a bit of stunt work that David's too stubborn to allow anyone but himself to do, and Alexis can certainly handle taking a fall.
Things look normal on the set. They do their lines, joke around, occasionally make faces that crack each other up.
It's not the same, though. Alexis forgets his lines more often than he used to. And David looks at him in ways that have nothing to do with character.
The looks stay with him during the day. Alexis closes his eyes and sees David. Right there. Smiling at him. Tilting his head in the way he does that Alexis now knows means that David is about to kiss him.
Alexis has come to realize he spends a great deal of time staring at David's eyes, and his mouth. He's also come to realize that David does the same to him in turn.
No wonder they were forbidden from looking at one another.
They are the very models of virtue, though. Nothing passes between them which is not professional.
Alexis hates it so much he wants to throw things across the room.
One night he gets it into his head that *this* is now suspicious. That the studied way that they avoid one another is a tell-tale sign that something is going on. Alexis makes it halfway to David's trailer before he's struck by how stupid that sounds. *David, I think people are starting to suspect so would you please grope me again?*
The irony is he's pretty certain that he *could* tell David that, and David would find it as funny as he does.
Then again, there's the chance that the only words that will make it out of his mouth are the ones that start with "please" and end with "again".
Too much of a risk to try being alone with David. He sticks to group activities when everyone gets together in the off-hours. Alyson sometimes comes with, and Alexis prides himself in not being so much of an asshole that he puts his frustrated attentions onto her instead of the man that's causing them. There's no guilt-induced over-attention, or too-tight holding of hands. He can be with her and it's simply being with her. They talk about the engagement, the house that they're buying, what it's like juggling the schedule of two TV shows and Alyson's movie.
It nearly kills him when filming keeps Aly away for so long that they only see each other through notes, or phone calls snatched between takes.
It's worse still when her last words to him in person are "Have fun!", which part of him wants to spin into a picture-perfect rationalization that puts him right back into David's arms.
He doesn't even know if David still cares. David is, as always, a strange combination of openness and mystery. He wears so many emotions on his face, but the serious ones he keeps close to his heart. Alexis knew that David was in love with Jamie when he didn't crow about their relationship, but instead grew quiet, and simply said "Yeah" when someone asked if he would be seeing her again.
So David doesn't telegraph any desire for him. Or if he does Alexis is unaware of it. Which is entirely possible. He's starting to understand just how much he *doesn't* know about the world around him. He's used to certain labels making sense. Fidelity. Loyalty. Trust. Things that mean being in a relationship means *only* that relationship, and not going behind someone's back to have something on the side.
Which is why there can be nothing between him and David. Alexis tells himself this over and over again. There can be friendship, no more. Companionship, no more.
But when he's lying in bed by himself that's not what he's thinking. He's thinking of strong hands and warm lips and the sensation of floating that only comes after they've kissed one another for the space of several breaths and David laughs, not cruelly, but happily. As though the kiss was somehow a surprise to be found in the middle of the day.
Alexis can't sleep without help anymore. Alyson being gone makes it shamefully easy for him to wrap a hand around his dick, stroke it up and down, try to do it quickly so his mind can't linger but each and every time he fails because in his imagination it's *David's* hand, and he's slipped it into Alexis's jeans as they're locked together on-set where quite possibly everyone can see but David doesn't care because he *needs* to get Alexis to come for him.
It wasn't much at first, but as the nights go by the fantasy becomes more and more deliberate. It's a planned event, with lotion and tissues, and he lies on his side with one hand fisting his cock and the other sliding fingers into his backside (no toys, never toys. Toys are shared with Alyson and he considers it cheating on her to use them) as he pictures David doing this. Pictures everything from the smile of greeting to bending him over the countertop in his trailer and fucking him slowly, stroking his dick, kissing his neck and shoulders and just *doing* it. Ending the tease and the wait and just *taking* him.
He doesn't picture the climax. He can't. He has no idea what would happen after that. It's bad enough that he's becoming obsessed with during. Sometimes he tries to fix it, tries to put Alyson into David's place, or even the bodies of porn stars that he watches on cable. It's not enough. He knows what David tastes like, and his mind won't settle for anything else.
He calls up an old friend in London. He speaks of the problem in abstracts. He gets no help in return. Instead, "But *aren't* you bi?"
"Not like that," Alexis says.
"Because there's a girl now."
"I believe in monogamy," Alexis insists.
"Doesn't sound like your dick agrees with you."
Alexis wants to argue that that's besides the point, but when the time comes for his daily jerk-off session he admits to himself that he is, literally, putting his fingers on the heart of the problem.
There is still room for intellect, he thinks. A better path than giving in to base urges. One thing to masturbate to the idea of someone, still another to go after that person.
He thinks that he can get it out of his system. Indulge the idea for the time that Aly is away, and when she comes back he'll be better.
This thought doesn't survive long once he gets back on the set.
On the set David continues to not touch him, but he's turned it into a new game. A childish one. He does it in front of everybody, waggling his fingers mere inches away from Alexis as he laughs, and everyone laughs, and everyone understands the joke of driving someone mad *because* you're not making contact.
Only Alexis knows that they have no idea just how much David affects him.
"Stop it," Alexis finally says. He's grabbed David by the shirt, which is an unforgivable offense of etiquette between an underling and a star, but David never possessed an ego about his job title and Alexis is too angry to care.
They're behind the set walls. Effectively alone amongst the wood dust, wires, and chaos that makes plaster and faux finishing look like an Art Deco hotel.
"Stop what?" David asks.
"*This*," Alexis says. He shakes David's shirt in his hand, the action doing absolutely nothing to move the muscular body underneath it. "This. Stop it."
"I already stopped it," David says. "You told me to."
"I can't stand it," Alexis tells him.
"Changing your mind?" David asks.
"Yes. No. *No*," Alexis says, stuttering his way back onto the road of morals. "I'm not. We can't do this."
"Do you want to?"
It takes too long before Alexis says, "That's not the point."
David doesn't speak his reply. Instead his head tilts, he leans in. Alexis moves his own mouth up, recognizing the start of a kiss. They almost reach before -
"No," Alexis puts his hand up in between them. "No. David, I told you no."
"You said you couldn't take the joking around," David replies.
"I mean it," Alexis says.
David's hand brushes against Alexis's jawline. "Then I'm completely serious."
Alexis doesn't resist him as their bodies come together, though he whispers "Damn it" just before their lips touch.
And if I had written other stories which served as a background for this one, they could probably be found here.
Not that I have, because I don't.
Ahem.
***
(Not) Funny
by TBQ
David doesn't touch him.
Not at all. Not in the slightest. It's like a children's book. He will not touch him by the stairs he will not touch him by the chairs. It's nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a handshake, not a shoulder clasp, not a slap on the back to say job well done.
Alexis had no idea how much he and David touched each other in a given day until David took it upon himself to stop. And that doesn't even include the kissing, which of course has stopped along with everything else.
Now there's nothing. A void. Alexis thinks of it like the time he gave up smoking. Not allowing himself to have cigarettes was obvious. Not having something to do with his hands was an unforeseen side effect.
He's incredibly self-conscious of his hands now. In character he knows what to do. But once "cut!" is yelled he's left with two heavy objects at the end of his arms. He doesn't know how to manipulate them. Does he pat David on the back? Does he *avoid* patting David on the back? Does he fold his arms? Put his hands in his pockets? What in Hell *did* he do when he wasn't touching David?
He tries to watch his co-workers. He thinks Amy might be a good guideline, as she has never given any indication of wanting to fool around on the set, but then again he never thought David gave any indication of it either.
Did he? Did any of his co-workers look at *him* and think he might be interested?
Well, surely David must have. But Alexis doesn't think he gave such a look. Maybe if he hadn't been in a relationship, but he *was*. He was in love with Alyson, and had been for years. He wasn't in the market for anything else. That put an "off duty" sign above his head, didn't it?
They touch during scenes. It's part of the script. David's playing Angelus. He grabs him, manhandles him, there's even a bit of stunt work that David's too stubborn to allow anyone but himself to do, and Alexis can certainly handle taking a fall.
Things look normal on the set. They do their lines, joke around, occasionally make faces that crack each other up.
It's not the same, though. Alexis forgets his lines more often than he used to. And David looks at him in ways that have nothing to do with character.
The looks stay with him during the day. Alexis closes his eyes and sees David. Right there. Smiling at him. Tilting his head in the way he does that Alexis now knows means that David is about to kiss him.
Alexis has come to realize he spends a great deal of time staring at David's eyes, and his mouth. He's also come to realize that David does the same to him in turn.
No wonder they were forbidden from looking at one another.
They are the very models of virtue, though. Nothing passes between them which is not professional.
Alexis hates it so much he wants to throw things across the room.
One night he gets it into his head that *this* is now suspicious. That the studied way that they avoid one another is a tell-tale sign that something is going on. Alexis makes it halfway to David's trailer before he's struck by how stupid that sounds. *David, I think people are starting to suspect so would you please grope me again?*
The irony is he's pretty certain that he *could* tell David that, and David would find it as funny as he does.
Then again, there's the chance that the only words that will make it out of his mouth are the ones that start with "please" and end with "again".
Too much of a risk to try being alone with David. He sticks to group activities when everyone gets together in the off-hours. Alyson sometimes comes with, and Alexis prides himself in not being so much of an asshole that he puts his frustrated attentions onto her instead of the man that's causing them. There's no guilt-induced over-attention, or too-tight holding of hands. He can be with her and it's simply being with her. They talk about the engagement, the house that they're buying, what it's like juggling the schedule of two TV shows and Alyson's movie.
It nearly kills him when filming keeps Aly away for so long that they only see each other through notes, or phone calls snatched between takes.
It's worse still when her last words to him in person are "Have fun!", which part of him wants to spin into a picture-perfect rationalization that puts him right back into David's arms.
He doesn't even know if David still cares. David is, as always, a strange combination of openness and mystery. He wears so many emotions on his face, but the serious ones he keeps close to his heart. Alexis knew that David was in love with Jamie when he didn't crow about their relationship, but instead grew quiet, and simply said "Yeah" when someone asked if he would be seeing her again.
So David doesn't telegraph any desire for him. Or if he does Alexis is unaware of it. Which is entirely possible. He's starting to understand just how much he *doesn't* know about the world around him. He's used to certain labels making sense. Fidelity. Loyalty. Trust. Things that mean being in a relationship means *only* that relationship, and not going behind someone's back to have something on the side.
Which is why there can be nothing between him and David. Alexis tells himself this over and over again. There can be friendship, no more. Companionship, no more.
But when he's lying in bed by himself that's not what he's thinking. He's thinking of strong hands and warm lips and the sensation of floating that only comes after they've kissed one another for the space of several breaths and David laughs, not cruelly, but happily. As though the kiss was somehow a surprise to be found in the middle of the day.
Alexis can't sleep without help anymore. Alyson being gone makes it shamefully easy for him to wrap a hand around his dick, stroke it up and down, try to do it quickly so his mind can't linger but each and every time he fails because in his imagination it's *David's* hand, and he's slipped it into Alexis's jeans as they're locked together on-set where quite possibly everyone can see but David doesn't care because he *needs* to get Alexis to come for him.
It wasn't much at first, but as the nights go by the fantasy becomes more and more deliberate. It's a planned event, with lotion and tissues, and he lies on his side with one hand fisting his cock and the other sliding fingers into his backside (no toys, never toys. Toys are shared with Alyson and he considers it cheating on her to use them) as he pictures David doing this. Pictures everything from the smile of greeting to bending him over the countertop in his trailer and fucking him slowly, stroking his dick, kissing his neck and shoulders and just *doing* it. Ending the tease and the wait and just *taking* him.
He doesn't picture the climax. He can't. He has no idea what would happen after that. It's bad enough that he's becoming obsessed with during. Sometimes he tries to fix it, tries to put Alyson into David's place, or even the bodies of porn stars that he watches on cable. It's not enough. He knows what David tastes like, and his mind won't settle for anything else.
He calls up an old friend in London. He speaks of the problem in abstracts. He gets no help in return. Instead, "But *aren't* you bi?"
"Not like that," Alexis says.
"Because there's a girl now."
"I believe in monogamy," Alexis insists.
"Doesn't sound like your dick agrees with you."
Alexis wants to argue that that's besides the point, but when the time comes for his daily jerk-off session he admits to himself that he is, literally, putting his fingers on the heart of the problem.
There is still room for intellect, he thinks. A better path than giving in to base urges. One thing to masturbate to the idea of someone, still another to go after that person.
He thinks that he can get it out of his system. Indulge the idea for the time that Aly is away, and when she comes back he'll be better.
This thought doesn't survive long once he gets back on the set.
On the set David continues to not touch him, but he's turned it into a new game. A childish one. He does it in front of everybody, waggling his fingers mere inches away from Alexis as he laughs, and everyone laughs, and everyone understands the joke of driving someone mad *because* you're not making contact.
Only Alexis knows that they have no idea just how much David affects him.
"Stop it," Alexis finally says. He's grabbed David by the shirt, which is an unforgivable offense of etiquette between an underling and a star, but David never possessed an ego about his job title and Alexis is too angry to care.
They're behind the set walls. Effectively alone amongst the wood dust, wires, and chaos that makes plaster and faux finishing look like an Art Deco hotel.
"Stop what?" David asks.
"*This*," Alexis says. He shakes David's shirt in his hand, the action doing absolutely nothing to move the muscular body underneath it. "This. Stop it."
"I already stopped it," David says. "You told me to."
"I can't stand it," Alexis tells him.
"Changing your mind?" David asks.
"Yes. No. *No*," Alexis says, stuttering his way back onto the road of morals. "I'm not. We can't do this."
"Do you want to?"
It takes too long before Alexis says, "That's not the point."
David doesn't speak his reply. Instead his head tilts, he leans in. Alexis moves his own mouth up, recognizing the start of a kiss. They almost reach before -
"No," Alexis puts his hand up in between them. "No. David, I told you no."
"You said you couldn't take the joking around," David replies.
"I mean it," Alexis says.
David's hand brushes against Alexis's jawline. "Then I'm completely serious."
Alexis doesn't resist him as their bodies come together, though he whispers "Damn it" just before their lips touch.
