in the act.
Saying nothing, Eric smirked as he accepted a mug of coffee. He drank it quietly, savoring the taste, as he felt slightly trembling fingers apply cream to his back.
"You keep in good shape." observed Thomas, who'd obviously decided offense was the best form of defense.
"Kinda one of the job requirements at the moment," agreed Eric, relaxing under Thomas' soothing fingers.
"I'll bet," muttered Thomas. "So… you're Sky Davies, huh?"
Worried, Eric twisted over his shoulder to look at Thomas. "Is that a problem?"
Thomas looked up and caught his eye. "Not really I guess. I can understand why you kept it quiet. Ted and Mark will be discreet. They have good practice at that," he said cryptically as he patted Eric's shoulder gently. "All finished"
"Have you actually seen any of my films?" Eric asked as he put his t-shirt back on. His skin did feel soothed and he made a mental note to get some of that cream for his next film.
"Most of them, actually. I just didn't put two and two together."
Eric's looked at Thomas incredulously.
"What? I'm not completely isolated here. We do have a movie theatre nearby." Thomas seemed almost defensive.
"I just wouldn't have thought action films were quite your style."
"I may be queer but I'm still a guy. I like explosions as much as the next man. I suppose you think I'm into arty French films?"
No. Well, yes. But actually, Eric got stuck on queer and hadn't really moved past that. "You're gay?"
"Yes, yes I am. Is that a problem?" Thomas' voice had hardened and he sat back on his heels, a frown marring his face.
"No." Thomas didn't look convinced. "Honestly Tom, it's not a problem. I'm gay, too."
Thomas nodded slowly and his eyes softened a little. "I was pretty sure you were from the flirting, but we didn't really get that far."
"I don't make an issue of it. You know what Hollywood is like." For some reason Eric felt the need to justify himself.
"Are you in a relationship?" Thomas asked bluntly. The way his gaze focused on Eric intently made him feel like the question was significant.
Eric gave Thomas a direct look. "No, I'm not. I haven't been for a long time. I've been too busy with my career and, well, it's not easy being in a long term straight relationship in my business, let alone a gay one."
"I guess." Thomas got off the floor and wiped his hands on some tissues before sitting back on the sofa with his cup of coffee.
Eric thought it was time for some direct questions of his own. "What about you? Are you seeing someone?"
Shaking his head, Thomas said, "No, and like you, haven't been for a while. A long while. Been a few one night stands, though."
Confessions on the table, they looked at each other, a little shy now they admitted they were both free and single. Eric was about to say something when his stomach got there first. The rumble broke the uncomfortable silence and made them both laugh.
"Guess I should be feeding you that steak before your dogs get there first," Thomas got up and held out a hand to Eric. "Come on, let's feed you and then we can take them out for another walk."
Eric let himself be hauled up and then followed Thomas into the kitchen. It was a huge, oldfashioned kitchen with a range in one corner and a large, well-worn pine table in the middle. Eric found it hard to equate this family room with the solitary, immaculate man he perceived Thomas to be.
Smiling quizzically at Eric's expression Thomas asked, "Expecting lots of stainless steel?" "Was it that obvious?"
"A little," Thomas chuckled. "But I grew up here. I love this room and all its memories of the family growing up together."
"Do you see your family a lot?" Thomas hadn't mentioned them all that much but Eric wasn't sure whether they were still in contact.
"Not much," admitted Thomas, "They're settled in England. I don't think they'll be back until Dad retires. Alex even has an English accent now."
"You never wanted to move with them?" "I did," Thomas stopped, his lips pursing
Saying nothing, Eric smirked as he accepted a mug of coffee. He drank it quietly, savoring the taste, as he felt slightly trembling fingers apply cream to his back.
"You keep in good shape." observed Thomas, who'd obviously decided offense was the best form of defense.
"Kinda one of the job requirements at the moment," agreed Eric, relaxing under Thomas' soothing fingers.
"I'll bet," muttered Thomas. "So… you're Sky Davies, huh?"
Worried, Eric twisted over his shoulder to look at Thomas. "Is that a problem?"
Thomas looked up and caught his eye. "Not really I guess. I can understand why you kept it quiet. Ted and Mark will be discreet. They have good practice at that," he said cryptically as he patted Eric's shoulder gently. "All finished"
"Have you actually seen any of my films?" Eric asked as he put his t-shirt back on. His skin did feel soothed and he made a mental note to get some of that cream for his next film.
"Most of them, actually. I just didn't put two and two together."
Eric's looked at Thomas incredulously.
"What? I'm not completely isolated here. We do have a movie theatre nearby." Thomas seemed almost defensive.
"I just wouldn't have thought action films were quite your style."
"I may be queer but I'm still a guy. I like explosions as much as the next man. I suppose you think I'm into arty French films?"
No. Well, yes. But actually, Eric got stuck on queer and hadn't really moved past that. "You're gay?"
"Yes, yes I am. Is that a problem?" Thomas' voice had hardened and he sat back on his heels, a frown marring his face.
"No." Thomas didn't look convinced. "Honestly Tom, it's not a problem. I'm gay, too."
Thomas nodded slowly and his eyes softened a little. "I was pretty sure you were from the flirting, but we didn't really get that far."
"I don't make an issue of it. You know what Hollywood is like." For some reason Eric felt the need to justify himself.
"Are you in a relationship?" Thomas asked bluntly. The way his gaze focused on Eric intently made him feel like the question was significant.
Eric gave Thomas a direct look. "No, I'm not. I haven't been for a long time. I've been too busy with my career and, well, it's not easy being in a long term straight relationship in my business, let alone a gay one."
"I guess." Thomas got off the floor and wiped his hands on some tissues before sitting back on the sofa with his cup of coffee.
Eric thought it was time for some direct questions of his own. "What about you? Are you seeing someone?"
Shaking his head, Thomas said, "No, and like you, haven't been for a while. A long while. Been a few one night stands, though."
Confessions on the table, they looked at each other, a little shy now they admitted they were both free and single. Eric was about to say something when his stomach got there first. The rumble broke the uncomfortable silence and made them both laugh.
"Guess I should be feeding you that steak before your dogs get there first," Thomas got up and held out a hand to Eric. "Come on, let's feed you and then we can take them out for another walk."
Eric let himself be hauled up and then followed Thomas into the kitchen. It was a huge, oldfashioned kitchen with a range in one corner and a large, well-worn pine table in the middle. Eric found it hard to equate this family room with the solitary, immaculate man he perceived Thomas to be.
Smiling quizzically at Eric's expression Thomas asked, "Expecting lots of stainless steel?" "Was it that obvious?"
"A little," Thomas chuckled. "But I grew up here. I love this room and all its memories of the family growing up together."
"Do you see your family a lot?" Thomas hadn't mentioned them all that much but Eric wasn't sure whether they were still in contact.
"Not much," admitted Thomas, "They're settled in England. I don't think they'll be back until Dad retires. Alex even has an English accent now."
"You never wanted to move with them?" "I did," Thomas stopped, his lips pursing
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