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poisontaster. I have forayed into RPS territory. This won't be a regular occurence but it wrote itself in the car on the way to work this morning and my only excuse is that it makes my brain go numnumnum...
Angry Boy
Milo/Jared. PG13...
Jared is a nice guy.
421 words.
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Jared is a nice guy.
Jared is such a nice guy that he has no idea what to do with the fine frission of anger buzzing under his skin at being pushed sideways out of a show he's worked long and hard on to establish himself.
Jess and Rory's eyes meet.
He'd read the script and known he was doomed with those few little words.
Jared, jammed into the sorry excuse for a shower in his trailer each day, repeats his mantra. "I'm a good person, people like me. I get back what I give out into the world."
It's not helping.
What also isn't helping is the fact that this Milo guy (and Milo for chrissakes, is he a pug dog?) seems to be taking the method acting approach. Jared is sure he's just trying to psyche him out everytime he feels Milo's hooded gaze on him as he crosses the set.
In the makeup trailer, Jared with his bangs pushed back in sparkly barettes because it makes Shelley laugh every morning, feels Milo's eyes boring a hole into the back of his head before he sees him. His presence is heralded by the gentle snick-click of the trailer's door.
Jared ignores it for as long as he can. When he finally resolves to just turn around and ask the guy exactly what his problem is, Milo is in his own chair, legs kicked up on the table in front and a motorcycle magazine across his lap. His chin is tucked down into his chest and he looks like he's dozing.
Jared starts thinking maybe this is all in his head.
Right up until the moment Milo bails him up at the back of his own trailer, herding Jared into the side. Jared is ready to take a swing and is mentally rehearsing his who me face because there's going to be a black eye and it won't be his, when Milo leans into his space.
"I want an undercurrent," Milo says, mouthing at the skin of Jared's throat and jaw because that's all he can reach when Jared leans away in surprise. Milo's hands are working under Jared's t-shirt, thumbs grazing the cut of Jared's hips and Jared's not sure why he isn't stopping him. His arms are held out wide, palms flat against the wall.
"This show is so goddamn clean that I want an undercurrent of dirty when we're on screen together. Make people squirm in their lounge chairs," Milo continues into the hollow of Jared's throat.
poisontaster. I have forayed into RPS territory. This won't be a regular occurence but it wrote itself in the car on the way to work this morning and my only excuse is that it makes my brain go numnumnum... Angry Boy
Milo/Jared. PG13...
Jared is a nice guy.
421 words.
---
Jared is a nice guy.
Jared is such a nice guy that he has no idea what to do with the fine frission of anger buzzing under his skin at being pushed sideways out of a show he's worked long and hard on to establish himself.
Jess and Rory's eyes meet.
He'd read the script and known he was doomed with those few little words.
Jared, jammed into the sorry excuse for a shower in his trailer each day, repeats his mantra. "I'm a good person, people like me. I get back what I give out into the world."
It's not helping.
What also isn't helping is the fact that this Milo guy (and Milo for chrissakes, is he a pug dog?) seems to be taking the method acting approach. Jared is sure he's just trying to psyche him out everytime he feels Milo's hooded gaze on him as he crosses the set.
In the makeup trailer, Jared with his bangs pushed back in sparkly barettes because it makes Shelley laugh every morning, feels Milo's eyes boring a hole into the back of his head before he sees him. His presence is heralded by the gentle snick-click of the trailer's door.
Jared ignores it for as long as he can. When he finally resolves to just turn around and ask the guy exactly what his problem is, Milo is in his own chair, legs kicked up on the table in front and a motorcycle magazine across his lap. His chin is tucked down into his chest and he looks like he's dozing.
Jared starts thinking maybe this is all in his head.
Right up until the moment Milo bails him up at the back of his own trailer, herding Jared into the side. Jared is ready to take a swing and is mentally rehearsing his who me face because there's going to be a black eye and it won't be his, when Milo leans into his space.
"I want an undercurrent," Milo says, mouthing at the skin of Jared's throat and jaw because that's all he can reach when Jared leans away in surprise. Milo's hands are working under Jared's t-shirt, thumbs grazing the cut of Jared's hips and Jared's not sure why he isn't stopping him. His arms are held out wide, palms flat against the wall.
"This show is so goddamn clean that I want an undercurrent of dirty when we're on screen together. Make people squirm in their lounge chairs," Milo continues into the hollow of Jared's throat.
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