Part Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine
Andy: ::going through one of their boxes of books and putting them on the shelves, trying to keep the dog away with his foot, looks up when he hears the door open::
Elijah: ::drops his bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes, smiles:: Hey. You're unpacking again.
Andy: Don't get too excited. Barely getting anything done.
Elijah: ::eyes the dog:: I wonder why.
Andy: ::grins quickly at him:: Surprise. ::turns back to stacking books::
Elijah: ::crosses the room to him and the dog:: Surprise, huh? Not really. Knew you'd do it sooner or later.
Andy: Since 's mostly just fucking movers getting things into the gallery now, no reason to be there. And you were gone, so... ::shrugs:: Meet Chaucer.
Elijah: ::sits down on the floor to pet the dog:: Chaucer? ::grins:: Careful, Serkis, your intellect is showing.
Andy: ::sneers, bending down beside him:: He's still just a puppy, so sharp teeth... Already tried to get ahold of one of our vinyls, but I got it away from him.
Elijah: 'S okay. We like sharp teeth around here. ::kisses him:: So you and the puppy have been unpacking?
Andy: ::kisses him back, smiles:: Trying to. Like I said, haven't got much done. ::stands again, straightening:: How was filming?
Elijah: ::shrugs, rubbing the dog's belly:: Okay I guess. ::snorts:: Director keeps telling me to sound more American. Apparently I picked up a bit of a weird accent living in Glasgow and London.
Andy: Consider that a bloody compliment. ::runs a hand through Elijah's hair briefly before grabbing more books:: At least you're doing something, though. Be glad when the movers are gone from the gallery so I can actually fucking start doing some work. ::shakes his head:: Don't even have the dark room downstairs set up.
Elijah: But you'll have it all done soon. I know you hate not having anything to do. Actually, that's kind of weird considering you didn't want to do anything for a long time.
Andy: And then I was doing too much... Can't find a good balance, can I?
Elijah: Maybe you will here.
Andy: Hope so. ::shrugs weakly:: It's not so bad here, I guess. Getting more used to the weather, at any rate. But don't tell me that it's going to get hotter, because I don't fucking believe that it can.
Elijah: I keep telling you it's not really that hot.
Andy: It fucking well is. And there's no rain. 'S not natural.
Elijah: Well, no. Not a lot of rain. You're even getting a bit of a tan.
Andy: My children won't even recognise me in a few months.
Elijah: Sure they will.
Andy: Can't wait until school's out there so that they can come visit. Miss them.
Elijah: ::stands, going over to him:: I know you do.
Andy: ::looks at him, smiles weakly:: It won't be too long now.
Elijah: They'll be excited to see you've got a dog.
Andy: ::nods:: They've their own dog now, though.
Elijah: Shakespeare was more your dog than he ever was mine. ::laughs::
Andy: I know. ::snorts, reaching to pet Chaucer again:: We never had dogs growing up. And Lorraine bloody hated them. ::grins:: Bet she hates Shakespeare, too.
Elijah: Aw, don't say that. I don't want to think that she doesn't like him.
Andy: Don't care if she likes him. The kids do.
Elijah: And he's their dog now.
Andy: Aye. And... this one is ours now. ::smiles:: He's good. 'F he'll not eat my bloody records.
Elijah: Or piss all over the house.
Andy: Christ. Maybe I should have gotten an older dog.
Elijah: It's fine. He's here now. Looks at home already.
Andy: ::nods, wrapping an arm loosely around him:: Just... needed another dog.
Elijah: I know you did. ::kisses him:: I miss Shakespeare too.
Andy: ::kisses him back:: But we're here, and he's... back there. 'S done. ::smiles and bends to pick up Chaucer:: You'll do.
Elijah: ::laughs:: Is that what you said to him when you picked him out?
Andy: ::snorts, nudging him:: Oi! I picked him out of the others, didn't I? Surely that's... nice enough.
Elijah: Poor Chaucer. ::pets the dog:: Your evil daddy is so mean to you already.
Andy: I'm not. ::grins, kisses him again:: But you can be nice to him, then. He's your dog too.
Elijah: Is that how it is? You're the mean one and I'm the nice one?
Andy: Something like that. But hasn't it always been that way?
Elijah: You're not mean.
Andy: No? ::smiles:: What am I?
Elijah: Well, if you're mean, then you're my mean one.
Andy: ::laughs quietly, sitting down on the sofa with the dog:: Well, you want to order your mean one a pizza?
Elijah: Is there nothing to cook, then?
Andy: Who has fucking time to go to the store? ::snorts:: Don't even think I know where the store is.
Elijah: ::laughs:: It might help if you weren't looking for ASDA or Sainsbury's signs all over LA. There's a health food store not too far from here. Regular grocery store as well.
Andy: Well, 'f you know where it is, you can go, yeah? ::smiles:: If you can find time off from this bloody job... You work strange hours.
Elijah: I know. The hours are killing me. A movie like this shouldn't be so hard.
Andy: And you want to do more.
Elijah: If this doesn't kill me and I don't suck at it.
Andy: You don't suck at it. ::lights a cigarette, scratching the dog's ears:: You should let me come out one day, see you on set.
Elijah: Come whenever you want. ::smiles:: I'd like that.
Andy: Maybe next week. Haven't seen you acting in... a long time. ::snorts: Though this time, you can't make me wait until 'closing night'.
Elijah: Hey, I'm still hoping the production company doesn't pull funding and cancel the whole thing altogether.
Andy: For fuck's sake, it can't be in that bad of shape.
Elijah: It's not. I'm joking. I don't know. It's just not a big deal. Just a movie.
Andy: Aye, just a movie. Just a movie we moved to LA for.
Elijah: You like it here.
Andy: Starting to, but... 's not just some movie, Elijah.
Elijah: You know what I mean.
Andy: ::shrugs:: I'm proud of you for it, whatever the hell it is. But please. Pizza?
Elijah: ::laughs:: Alright, okay, pizza.
Andy: ::grins, watching him:: Thank you.
Elijah: ::goes into the kitchen, rings for a pizza using the number on the fridge, walks back into the living room:: Done.
Andy: Thank you. ::reaches for him, tugging him onto the sofa with him::
Elijah: ::sits next to him:: So when will things be finished at the gallery?
Andy: Christ, I don't know. Keep asking, but they say they don't know. ::shakes his head:: Don't like that aspect of your fucking country.
Elijah: You don't like any aspects of it, what's new? ::shakes his head:: So what's the hold up?
Andy: 'S just a lot of stuff. And I fucking think Viggo gave them very, very specific directions with his pieces. So that's slowing them down. But they won't tell me.
Elijah: And what about the dark room?
Andy: I... ::sighs and shakes his head:: I don't know. 'S just such a fucking mess, moving. But it will all get sorted eventually.
Elijah: You'd feel better if you had more to do I guess.
Andy: Starting to understand what you went through in London. But you're home more.
Elijah: I'm sorry. ::kisses him:: That's shit. But it will all get settled eventually and you'll be busier than me.
Andy: Don't know about that, but aye, we'll see in a few months. ::watches him, smiles:: Really, I don't mind LA as much as I thought I would.
Elijah: Good. I'm glad. It's not... terrible. And it's not forever.
Andy: We'll stay until... We'll just stay until we're ready to go.
Elijah: And I'm sure we'll both know it when we are.
Andy: Don't know where the hell we'll go, but... yeah. Guess so.
Elijah: Could go anywhere.
Andy: Don't have a house anywhere else now, so aye.
Elijah: But you found us a great house here.
Andy: Maybe after this, we'll travel the world. Haven't been half the places I thought I'd go when I was younger. Bloody life got in the way. ::shrugs:: Might get in the way again, though.
Elijah: I don't think you'd let anything get in your way of something if you really wanted it. And I don't think it was so much life getting in the way for you before as it was you letting it.
Andy: ::laughs:: Is that so? ::shakes his head slightly:: May be right. But time to do whatever now, yeah? I'm not so old. Yet.
Elijah: That's just a nice way of saying you drinking was getting in the way. And being unhappily married to old what's-her-name. But you have plenty of time left to do whatever you want.
Andy: Old what's-her-name? She was my wife for a little while. I don't pretend Dom hasn't got a name. Just don't pretend to like the name he does have. ::gets up when the pizza arrives, going to answer the door and pay::
Elijah: But the point isn't Lorraine or Dom or anyone else. The point is, it's your life and you should do what you want with it.
Andy: I am. And right now, that's fucking being here, and eating this pizza with you. ::hands him the box, going to get two Cokes::
Elijah: ::sits on the sofa, opening the pizza box and taking a slice::
Andy: ::takes one as well, eating it slowly, getting pizza sauce on his chin::
Elijah: You're not mad at me, are you?
Andy: ::looks at him strangely:: What did you fucking do now?
Elijah: For calling Lorraine what's-her-name.
Andy: You can call Lorraine what you like, Elijah.
Elijah: So you're not mad?
Andy: ::snorts:: Do I always have to be mad at you? No, 'm not.
Elijah: Do you have to? ::laughs:: It's not required.
Andy: What is required? ::nudges him, smiling::
Elijah: Don't know. You tell me.
Andy: Will when I figure it out. So I'll get back to you in about twenty years, yeah?
Elijah: Think you'll still be speaking to me in twenty years?
Andy: Be lucky if I'm still alive in twenty years, with you around.
Elijah: Haven't killed you yet. I think that's quite an accomplishment.
Andy: Let's not test it. ::kisses him, pauses:: I don't know. Do you think we'll still be... whatever we are, in twenty years?
Elijah: Whatever we are?
Andy: Aye, whatever we are. We're all indefinable. ::laughs:: Lorraine is old-what's-her-name and we're... whatever-we-are.
Elijah: Well, whatever we are is pretty good, isn't it?
Andy: You know I love you, Elijah.
Elijah: I know you do. And I'm saying, whatever this is, us, it's good.
Andy: ::kisses him, getting pizza sauce on his face::
Elijah: Christ, you're a mess. ::wipes his face, laughing::
Andy: Fuck. ::wipes his own face, snorts:: Going to need a fucking bath or something after this, aren't I? I'm worse than my kids.
Elijah: But I still love you. Don't care if you're a mess.
Andy: Think it's a bit late to change now.
Elijah: Wouldn't want you to.
Andy: ::moves the pizza box to the floor::
Elijah: Unless it's to change out of your clothes or something.
Andy: Trying to tell me something?
Elijah: ::grins:: Not at all.
Andy: Then the clothes can stay on, can't they?
Elijah: I like you with them on just as well as off.
Andy: I like you better without, really.
Elijah: So you always tell me.
Andy: ::tugs at the bottom of his shirt:: Maybe we can get rid of these?
Elijah: Maybe.
Andy: Maybe? ::smiles and kisses him again:: Then I'll just... go upstairs. To bed. And maybe I'll see you there. ::stands up, heading up to the bedroom::
Elijah: ::calls after him:: What about your dog? And the pizza? And that bath you mentioned?
Andy: I'll meet you in the bath, then. Bring the fucking dog if you want. He can sit on the floor.
Elijah: ::looks at the dog:: See? He's the mean one. Remember that. ::puts the pizza in the refrigerator, picks up the dog, goes upstairs::
Andy: ::runs the bath water and gets undressed, climbing into the bath tub as he waits for him, yells:: He's a liar, Chaucer.
Elijah: ::walks into the bathroom:: Don't call me a liar in front of the puppy. ::sets him down, starts undressing::
Andy: Close the door, so he won't run out and ruin the house. ::leans his head back against the wall, watching him::
Elijah: ::shuts the door, unbuttons his jeans::
Andy: ::licks his lips, smiling:: Now, Chaucer, don't look at him. You're too young for this.
Elijah: ::laughs, pulling off his pants and dropping them on the floor:: He might as well get used to it now.
Andy: Just get in the tub with me, Elijah. ::grins, reaching to pet the dog::
Elijah: ::gets into the tub, watching him::
Andy: ::wraps an arm around him, pulling him back against him:: That's better.
Elijah: Mmm. Is it?
Andy: Much. ::rests his chin on his shoulder:: Christ, didn't think I'd miss you this much with you just filming.
Elijah: ::turns around a bit to look at him:: You miss me?
Andy: You're not deaf, then.
Elijah: ::nudges him:: Shut up.
Andy: ::smiles, shaking his head::
Elijah: I'm still home every night, more or less. Or if I'm not, I'm home in the daytime.
Andy: Aye, I know. Just used to... doing more with my day, instead of waiting around for you. ::laughs:: But it will change soon. And I suppose I could be unpacking. But what bloody fun is that?
Elijah: ::smiles:: Waiting around for me, huh? I kind of like that thought.
Andy: You would, wouldn't you?
Elijah: I used to wait around for you all the time.
Andy: I know you did. But... I'm not used to it, really. ::shrugs::
Elijah: It won't be too much longer, though. And I'm sure once filming is done, it'll be back to me waiting around for you.
Andy: You'll find other jobs. Have no fucking faith in your acting ability. You're good. And 's LA. Can't be a shortage of roles or whatever.
Elijah: Which is why so many so-called actors are also waiters. ::laughs::
Andy: ::shrugs:: Something will come along.
Elijah: I know. Just need to work on getting an agent now.
Andy: ::reaches for the soap and starts to wash Elijah's chest:: Bet Viggo knows someone. He knows fucking everyone.
Elijah: ::smiles, leaning back against him:: Yeah, I bet he does. It's alright, though. I've got a couple of connections, though.
Andy: ::snickers:: Connections? That sounds... dirty. ::kisses the back of his neck, moving the soap lower::
Elijah: ::snorts:: You're a pervert, you know that? I so didn't mean that.
Andy: You mean you haven't connections? Too bad.
Elijah: What the hell are you even talking about?
Andy: ::laughs quietly:: I don't fucking know. I thought you did. Don't care, though. :kisses him:: Can we stop talking now?
Elijah: You'd think after so many years of me being around you'd be more used to talking.
Andy: Am more used to it. Just... still not my fucking strong suit. Better at other things.
Elijah: Like what other things?
Andy: After so many years, I'd think you'd know. ::nips at his neck, smiling::
Elijah: Maybe I just want you to tell me so I'm absolutely clear.
Andy: Think this bath is bigger than our old one. Should we test that theory, Wood? ::sets the soap down, running his hand down his chest and over his thigh, then grasps his cock and squeezes it::
Elijah: ::yelps, grasping Andy's thighs:: Fuck... I don't think you're giving me much choice.
Andy: ::laughs quietly, stroking him slowly:: You could always tell me to stop, but don't think you want to.
Elijah: Mmm... no... definitely not...
Andy: ::kisses his neck, moving his hand slowly over him::
Elijah: ::closes his eyes, leaning his head back against his shoulder::
Andy: ::shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable - slides his hand lower and cups his balls::
Elijah: Jesus... ::moans, sliding against him:: Thank god for a bigger tub.
Andy: Bed might still be more comfortable... ::reaches to stroke himself, watching him::
Elijah: Don't care... just make up your mind...
Andy: Pushy, aren't you? ::stands, trying not to slip in the water, reaches for him::
Elijah: ::pulls the plug on the bath, standing up:: You wouldn't know what to do with me if I wasn't and you know it.
Andy: Didn't say otherwise. ::steps out of the bath, trying not to trip over the dog as he tugs on Elijah's hand, not bothering to dry off::
Elijah: Making a mess of this place already. ::smiles, opening the bathroom door::
Andy: 'S just water. ::laughs, leading him out of the bathroom and pushes him against the wall in the hallway, pressing against him::
Elijah: Jesus, what's got into you? ::smiles, kissing him::
Andy: ::kisses him back:: Missed you. 'S that so fucking wrong?
Elijah: No. Not at all. I'm not complaining, I'm just... surprised.
Andy: Can stop anytime... ::rubs against him slowly::
Elijah: If you do I'll kill you.
Andy: ::pulls back slightly, going into the bedroom, glancing back at him::
Elijah: ::watches him, following him quietly::
Andy: ::sits on the bed, watching him::
Elijah: ::walks over to him, kneels on the floor::
Andy: ::strokes his cheek, trying not to smile::
Elijah: ::lowers his eyes, running his hands over Andy's thighs slowly::
Andy: ::arches up slightly:: Christ. Look at you.
Elijah: ::smiles slightly::
Andy: Smug bastard. ::laughs slightly, threading his fingers through his hair:
Elijah: And what would you like your smug bastard to do?
Andy: My smug bastard? ::grins:: Want to fuck you, Elijah.
Elijah: How would you like me, Andy? ::looks up at him::
Andy: Come here. ::slides back, reaching to pull him onto the bed::
Elijah: ::climbs into bed next to him, watching him::
Andy: ::presses him onto his hands and knees, kneeling behind him - leans over to kiss the back of his neck, moving his tongue down along his back::
Elijah: Mmm... ::grips the sheets, trying to stay still::
Andy: ::keeps moving lower, circling it around his entrance::
Elijah: ::bites back a groan, shaking::
Andy: ::presses his tongue into him slowly, reaching to stroke Elijah's cock again::
Elijah: Fuck, Andy... ::whimpers, trying not to move::
Andy: ::thrusts his tongue slowly, squeezing him::
Elijah: God... fuck...
Andy: ::presses his tongue in further::
Elijah: ::cries out, gripping the sheets tighter, arching his back::
Andy: ::pulls back slowly, smiling::
Elijah: Andy, please...
Andy: Shh, Elijah... ::sits back up on his knees, sliding closer, stroking himself::
Elijah: ::tries to calm down, waiting::
Andy: ::starts to guide his cock into him, moaning:: Fuck...
Elijah: ::presses back against him::
Andy: ::thrusts the rest of the way into him, leaning his head back::
Elijah: Fuck... Andy... please, god...
Andy: ::reaches to stroke him again, shifting his angle - moans loudly::
Elijah: ::thrusts into his hand, biting his lip::
Andy: ::squeezes his cock, moving faster in him::
Elijah: Oh god... Andy... please... so good.
Andy: Fuck, yes... Elijah... ::slams into him, choking back a sob::
Elijah: ::moans, still shaking, eyes shut tightly::
Andy: ::bites his lip tightly, still moving his hand quickly over Elijah::
Elijah: Andy... I need...
Andy: Fuck... Need what...?
Elijah: ::groans, moving back against him:: Need to come... please...
Andy: ::groans, pushing harder into him, shaking a bit - squeezes his cock and leans against him, hisses in his ear:: Come for me, Elijah...
Elijah: ::arches up into him, thrusts once more into his hand, comes with a shout::
Andy: ::bites down on his shoulder, closing his eyes as he comes; slumps against him::
Elijah: ::falls onto the mattress, breathing heavily::
Andy: ::collapses on top of him, gripping the bed sheets::
Elijah: ::laughs a bit after a few minutes:: Good thing I have tomorrow off. I think you've left a bruise on my shoulder.
Andy: Fuck. ::pulls back slightly, looking at it - smiles and runs his fingers over it:: Sort of like it.
Elijah: I like it too. Make up hates them, though. ::grins:: They're always yelling at me.
Andy: ::laughs quietly:: Bet they'll hate me even more when I come to the set. ::moves off him slowly, laying beside him::
Elijah: They'll be surprised you aren't a girl.
Andy: You been telling people I am, Wood?
Elijah: ::laughs:: No. It's weird. We're making a movie about a bunch of gay guys, and most of us are, but for some reason the make up girls think I have a girlfriend. It makes me laugh, so I don't correct them. Thought I'd just have you come in with me one day and surprise them.
Andy: Wouldn't mind 'f the other gay blokes thought you had a girlfriend...
Elijah: Why?
Andy: Wouldn't want them hitting on you. ::snickers:: Don't care if a bunch of make up girls think you're hot.
Elijah: They don't hit on me. Apparently none of them like me quite like that. Which is fine. I'd feel bad if you had to beat them up.
Andy: Don't think you'd appreciate me getting you fired. Or getting myself banned from the set...
Elijah: Probably not, no.
Andy: ::smiles, kissing his forehead:: Won't beat anyone up, then.
Elijah: Not even me?
Andy: You want me to beat you up now?
Elijah: No. You used to shove me around, though. In the beginning.
Andy: Still do sometimes.
Elijah: Not the same, though. Not like it was before.
Andy: ::watches him curiously:: You miss that?
Elijah: No, that's not what I mean. It was different before. Way back in the beginning when you were fighting this. You wanted to, wanted me, but you didn't want to want it. Used to be a little afraid of you back then.
Andy: Not nearly as afraid as I was of you, trust me. ::laughs slightly:: Remember when I threw you off the sofa?
Elijah: Fuck. Yeah, that hurt. ::smiles::
Andy: You made me feel like a bloody teenager again. Didn't know what the hell I was doing.
Elijah: I didn't mean to. You wanted me to show you what to do and I tried. You just... I don't know. Kept resisting me.
Andy: It wasn't exactly easy, Elijah. Never expected... y'know. To want those things. Especially from you.
Elijah: I know. ::kisses him:: I'm glad you stopped fighting me so much. Eventually.
Andy: At least with the shagging. Think we'll always fight each other on some things.
Elijah: But we're better than we were. At least we've learned to shag after we fight instead of the other way round.
Andy: Don't mind a bit of fighting 'f it means we can be rougher after. ::laughs, kissing him again::
Elijah: ::grins:: I guess the make up sex is pretty good.
Andy: Better than that.
Elijah: Everything else is good too.
Andy: ::laughs:: Aye, suppose it is.
Elijah: Not better than good? ::nudges him::
Andy: Fucking brilliant.
Elijah: I can live with fucking brilliant.
Andy: ::laughs and slides closer, tickling his side:: Wanker.
Elijah: ::buries his face in his neck:: 'F I'm a wanker, so are you.
Andy: Fair enough. ::strokes the back of his neck, watching him::
Elijah: ::pulls away for a moment, picking up Chaucer and setting him on the bed with them, curls up against Andy again::
Andy: ::smiles and wraps an arm around him, stroking the dog's head lightly:: Get some rest.
Elijah: Mmmm. Yeah. Maybe we can go to the beach tomorrow.
Andy: Wouldn't mind that.
Elijah: Just an excuse to see you half naked in public.
Andy: What's this? Promoting public indecency?
Elijah: Only where you're concerned.
Andy: ::snorts:: Oh, right. Well, the beach it is.
Elijah: ::laughs, settling in next to him:: Mmm. Okay.
Andy: ::yawns, relaxing against him::
Elijah: ::quietly:: I think we'll make it another twenty years.
Andy: ::looks at him curiously for a moment, finally smiles:: Yeah?
Elijah: Yeah. If I don't kill you first somehow.
Andy: ::kisses his neck, softly:: Think we will too, Elijah.
Elijah: ::yawns:: Good.
Andy: ::smiles and pulls him closer, closing his eyes::
And make sure you stay tuned on Friday for the last post ever on this community! There will be an additional 14 posts over at pw_future if you haven't heard yet, though.