Fic: All in a Day's Work. R. "Original Hewligan".
This morning, I had a vague thought about Starcrossed, which then suddenly became some scenes of a tv show about a tv show and Joe playing a guest star and David playing a crew member and... well.
Apparently John/Rodney, Joe/David and Hewligan is not enough, so here we go with OJFC/ODHC, which is just a fancy way of saying this is original fic with Joe Flanigan and David Hewlett in mind. God, what wouldn't I give to see them in a romantic comedy (as the main couple). Not that this fic is particularly funny. The scenes in my head were (a bit), but they relied heavily on visual humor and tv conventions. And I'll stop babbling now.
Title: All in a Day's Work
Author: velocitygrass
Pairing: OMC/OMC
Rating: R (It's actually more NC-17, but only two sentences long.)
Word count: 2087
Summary: Right. Dave had been willing to give him a chance not to be a diva and he'd blown it in less than fifteen seconds.
Note: Joe is Matt Taylor and David is Dave Stevens.
All in a Day's Work
"Matt!"
Dave's face screwed up at the shrill noise. Every guest star on "Spice of Life" had his or her fans, but every now and then came someone who'd reduce even seasoned cast and crew members to squealing fans. And apparently Matthew Taylor was one of them.
Dave watched from the door as Taylor smiled his famous smile, flipped off his sunglasses-really, he couldn't have taken them off in the elevator?-and posed for photos with the adoring crowd.
"He's here?" Kenneth asked, coming up beside him.
"Yep," Dave said, not hiding that he didn't share everyone's enthusiasm. They could make him personal slave, or as they liked to call it assistant, to the guest stars, but they couldn't make him like it. Or rather Kenneth didn't. He had an aversion to sycophants and Dave wasn't one. He was just everyone's doormat.
Kenneth went to welcome Taylor and walked him over to his dressing room.
"Matt, this is Dave. If you need anything, he'll do his best to get it for you."
Dave forced a polite smile to his face. Taylor nodded casually at him and entered his room. He scanned the magazines, the fruit basket and the little corner with the comfortable couch where a copy of his script lay on the table.
Turning back, he said, "I heard that you have Swiss chocolate for your guest stars."
Right. Dave had been willing to give him a chance not to be a diva and he'd blown it in less than fifteen seconds.
"I'm sure Dave can hook you up with something," Kenneth said. "We'll see you at the rehearsal."
Taylor nodded and smiled at Kenneth, then looked at Dave expectantly.
"Swiss chocolate coming up," Dave ground out, before turning to do his bidding.
~~
French mineral water, some white flowers, classical music and a PS3 later, Dave was ready to poison Taylor's food, but thankfully it was time for rehearsals, which meant he got his freedom back for a few hours.
Taylor still needed him to fetch things from his room in the breaks, but Dave was used to being chased back and forth through the studio, so he could live with that.
Dave watched the performances. Taylor was actually very good. The thing with good-looking people-and Taylor was seriously hot-was that they often were too afraid to let that go and comedy required the ability not to appear perfect. But Taylor gave his all for a role, no matter if it meant he looked ridiculous.
After the rehearsals they walked back to his dressing room.
"What did you think?" Taylor asked him.
Dave was a bit taken aback. Taylor had only talked to him when he'd needed something so far. But then again, maybe he needed compliments now. Dave was torn between telling the truth and getting a little revenge.
"It was... good," he said neutrally.
Taylor watched him for along moment. "You don't have to say it if you didn't think it," he eventually said.
"Can I get you anything else, Mr. Taylor?" Dave asked instead of assuring Taylor that he'd really liked it.
"Call me Matt," Taylor said. "And could you get me some more water?"
"Sure," Dave said with a sigh.
~~
Dave had done this for several years now, but Matt was possibly the neediest guest star he'd ever assisted. Every five minutes it was "Daaave" in that annoying way that turned his name into at least three syllables. Usually it was getting him something or finding something out or joining him to play some stupid shooting game which Dave was terrible at.
They were interrupted by fans dropping by and Matt was all smiles, especially for the women naturally, and Dave only waited to be asked to step outside and leave them alone, but it never happened.
At the end of the day, after Dave had called him a taxi, he expected Matt to just disappear without a thank you. He didn't say thank you, but when he left for the day, Matt turned to Dave and looked him up and down. "Green's not really your color. You should try something blue." Then he gave Dave a little wave and was off.
Dave just stood and stared, wondering if he wanted to stab Matt for dictating how to dress now or if he should be flattered that Matt apparently noticed.
~~
Dave wore blue the next day. Just by coincidence. Really.
Matt didn't pay much attention, engrossed in the script and the various things Dave had gotten him for breakfast. He really seemed to like the freshly pressed orange juice.
After running some errands for Kenneth, Dave returned to Matt. "Anything you need?" he asked.
Matt looked him up and down again and this time there was absolutely no mistaking his interest.
When Matt walked past him and locked the door, Dave wanted to say that his service didn't include everything, but one self-confident pull on Dave's blue shirt brought their mouths together and any protest died on his lips.
~~
Dave came, sitting in Matt's lap, impaled on his cock, with Matt's hand wrapped around his dick and his lips latched onto Dave's neck. Dave shuddered several times, trying not to cry out even as Matt kept thrusting into him until he reached his own climax.
~~
Dave watched the rehearsal, feeling strangely empty. They'd cleaned up and dressed and then Matt had been called to try on the costumes, all smiles for the members of the costume department, as if he'd already forgotten that Dave existed.
He'd remembered Dave of course when he needed him to fetch something and he'd even given him a smile, but even though that smile had seemed special-different from the smiles he gave his fans-Dave could only think of how good an actor he was and that it didn't have to mean anything.
~~
The day of shooting was so busy that they didn't really have any time alone. Not that Dave thought it mattered. He was pretty sure that it had just been an itch that Matt wanted to scratch, that he'd seen Dave and wanted him-a willing guy, not Dave in particular-and taken him, because Matthew Taylor probably always got what he wanted when he wanted it.
Dave wondered what that would feel like.
~~
The show was great. Kenneth and everyone else was very pleased. Dave enjoyed it too, after getting over his misplaced disappointment. And hey, if nothing else he'd gotten laid in a pretty damn nice way, with Matthew Taylor. He should think of it as the great thing it was and stop sulking.
He brought Matt another bottle of mineral water. "You were really great," he said, giving Matt a genuine smile.
Matt looked at him, like he'd done before when Dave had told him he'd been good. "You still don't have to say it if you don't mean it," he said.
Dave wondered if he was really so insecure. Then he wondered what it must be like never to believe any compliments because you were lied to so often.
"I said it because I meant it," he said.
Matt smiled, one corner of his mouth tugged up. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Dave said, meaning it.
Kenneth and some others came in to congratulate him again on his performance and Dave moved into the background as photos were taken and pleasantries exchanged.
They weren't alone again that day and when Matt left he only raised his head over the crowd and caught Dave's eyes for a moment, a quick connection before he disappeared in the elevator and out of Dave's life.
~~
Dave didn't really think about Matt as he cleaned up the room after him. He did recall what they'd done on the couch, flushing at the memory, but other than that he just did his job.
All in all it had been business as usual and what Matt had done to annoy Dave with his constant demands, he'd more than made up for with the sex. Dave chose to see it as a chance encounter rather than an expression of entitlement from a star. He didn't want to think badly of Matt. After their last little talk, he couldn't help thinking of him as just another guy with a good job but his own issues.
He took the subway to his crappy little apartment. He walked home, wondering what to make for dinner, when a car door opened at the steps to his apartment building.
Matt quickly pulled off his glasses and awkwardly moved from one foot to the other.
Dave didn't know what to think. "How do you know where I live?"
"I had someone find out," he said, then he looked up the street where someone else was coming, carrying bags of groceries. "Could we take this elsewhere?"
Dave quickly opened the door and they took the stairs up to his room. It was sparsely furnished and hardly larger than Matt's dressing room at "Spice of Life" had been.
Matt looked around and Dave waited for a polite smile that tried hard not to say "Wow, I didn't know people could live like this", but when Matt's eyes returned to his, they were bright and full of expectation.
Matt's gaze dipped to Dave's mouth and Dave wanted to do whatever Matt tried to initiate here, except he'd come to understand it as a fun but meaningless one time event, because he wasn't stupid enough to take it as anything more and he didn't want to see it as being used. However if this became more than a one time event he was afraid he had to be clear on what this was. He wasn't sure it would change his willingness to participate, but at least then he'd know where he stood.
So when Matt leaned forward to kiss him, Dave put a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Is this the part where I become your secret lover so that you can fulfill your life long suppressed urges while remaining heterosexual for your female fans and the casting directors?"
"I never suppressed," Matt said, leaning against Dave's hand on his chest, as if he was only waiting for Dave to give in.
"But I was right about the other stuff?" Dave pressed on.
Matt moved back and sighed. "I never said I was heterosexual."
"You didn't need to with all the affairs," Dave pointed out.
"You shouldn't believe what they write," Matt shot back.
"What do you want from me?" Dave asked point-blank.
Matt looked at him for a long moment. "Give them a chance to write about something that's real for once?"
Dave's mouth opened in surprise. He'd fully expected that no matter if Matt just wanted to get his rocks off or if he was sort of serious that he'd wanted to keep this a secret.
Matt smiled widely. "Something wrong? For the last couple of days I was under the impression that you'd be willing to give me everything that was in your power."
"That was my job," Dave said automatically.
"All of it?" Matt asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Oh yeah. I've slept with everyone who's asked it of me," Dave said with a half-smile.
"How many have asked?"
"Does it matter?" Dave asked back playfully.
"No," Matt said.
"And just so we're clear. I'm not your personal assistant any longer. This is what you get," Dave said, pointing around the room. "The water comes from the tap."
Matt grinned. "That'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" Dave asked. "Because you've been the most high maintenance guest I ever had to take care of. And I'm not talking about the sex now."
"I just wanted to talk to you. You didn't seem very... approachable."
Dave stared. "You just wanted to talk to me."
Matt shrugged.
"So you thought being a prima donna was the right way to woo me? That's both sweet and stupid."
"It worked, right?" Matt asked, grinning again. Then it softened into a hopeful smile. "Right?"
Dave marveled at how for the first time in a long time he didn't feel like everyone else was controlling his life. For once he was the one who had the power to make a decision. Not that this was about power. He didn't yet know what it was about, but he could find out if he wanted to. And he really wanted to.
"Right," he said, grabbing Matt's designer shirt and pulling him into a kiss.
Apparently John/Rodney, Joe/David and Hewligan is not enough, so here we go with OJFC/ODHC, which is just a fancy way of saying this is original fic with Joe Flanigan and David Hewlett in mind. God, what wouldn't I give to see them in a romantic comedy (as the main couple). Not that this fic is particularly funny. The scenes in my head were (a bit), but they relied heavily on visual humor and tv conventions. And I'll stop babbling now.
Title: All in a Day's Work
Author: velocitygrass
Pairing: OMC/OMC
Rating: R (It's actually more NC-17, but only two sentences long.)
Word count: 2087
Summary: Right. Dave had been willing to give him a chance not to be a diva and he'd blown it in less than fifteen seconds.
Note: Joe is Matt Taylor and David is Dave Stevens.
All in a Day's Work
"Matt!"
Dave's face screwed up at the shrill noise. Every guest star on "Spice of Life" had his or her fans, but every now and then came someone who'd reduce even seasoned cast and crew members to squealing fans. And apparently Matthew Taylor was one of them.
Dave watched from the door as Taylor smiled his famous smile, flipped off his sunglasses-really, he couldn't have taken them off in the elevator?-and posed for photos with the adoring crowd.
"He's here?" Kenneth asked, coming up beside him.
"Yep," Dave said, not hiding that he didn't share everyone's enthusiasm. They could make him personal slave, or as they liked to call it assistant, to the guest stars, but they couldn't make him like it. Or rather Kenneth didn't. He had an aversion to sycophants and Dave wasn't one. He was just everyone's doormat.
Kenneth went to welcome Taylor and walked him over to his dressing room.
"Matt, this is Dave. If you need anything, he'll do his best to get it for you."
Dave forced a polite smile to his face. Taylor nodded casually at him and entered his room. He scanned the magazines, the fruit basket and the little corner with the comfortable couch where a copy of his script lay on the table.
Turning back, he said, "I heard that you have Swiss chocolate for your guest stars."
Right. Dave had been willing to give him a chance not to be a diva and he'd blown it in less than fifteen seconds.
"I'm sure Dave can hook you up with something," Kenneth said. "We'll see you at the rehearsal."
Taylor nodded and smiled at Kenneth, then looked at Dave expectantly.
"Swiss chocolate coming up," Dave ground out, before turning to do his bidding.
~~
French mineral water, some white flowers, classical music and a PS3 later, Dave was ready to poison Taylor's food, but thankfully it was time for rehearsals, which meant he got his freedom back for a few hours.
Taylor still needed him to fetch things from his room in the breaks, but Dave was used to being chased back and forth through the studio, so he could live with that.
Dave watched the performances. Taylor was actually very good. The thing with good-looking people-and Taylor was seriously hot-was that they often were too afraid to let that go and comedy required the ability not to appear perfect. But Taylor gave his all for a role, no matter if it meant he looked ridiculous.
After the rehearsals they walked back to his dressing room.
"What did you think?" Taylor asked him.
Dave was a bit taken aback. Taylor had only talked to him when he'd needed something so far. But then again, maybe he needed compliments now. Dave was torn between telling the truth and getting a little revenge.
"It was... good," he said neutrally.
Taylor watched him for along moment. "You don't have to say it if you didn't think it," he eventually said.
"Can I get you anything else, Mr. Taylor?" Dave asked instead of assuring Taylor that he'd really liked it.
"Call me Matt," Taylor said. "And could you get me some more water?"
"Sure," Dave said with a sigh.
~~
Dave had done this for several years now, but Matt was possibly the neediest guest star he'd ever assisted. Every five minutes it was "Daaave" in that annoying way that turned his name into at least three syllables. Usually it was getting him something or finding something out or joining him to play some stupid shooting game which Dave was terrible at.
They were interrupted by fans dropping by and Matt was all smiles, especially for the women naturally, and Dave only waited to be asked to step outside and leave them alone, but it never happened.
At the end of the day, after Dave had called him a taxi, he expected Matt to just disappear without a thank you. He didn't say thank you, but when he left for the day, Matt turned to Dave and looked him up and down. "Green's not really your color. You should try something blue." Then he gave Dave a little wave and was off.
Dave just stood and stared, wondering if he wanted to stab Matt for dictating how to dress now or if he should be flattered that Matt apparently noticed.
~~
Dave wore blue the next day. Just by coincidence. Really.
Matt didn't pay much attention, engrossed in the script and the various things Dave had gotten him for breakfast. He really seemed to like the freshly pressed orange juice.
After running some errands for Kenneth, Dave returned to Matt. "Anything you need?" he asked.
Matt looked him up and down again and this time there was absolutely no mistaking his interest.
When Matt walked past him and locked the door, Dave wanted to say that his service didn't include everything, but one self-confident pull on Dave's blue shirt brought their mouths together and any protest died on his lips.
~~
Dave came, sitting in Matt's lap, impaled on his cock, with Matt's hand wrapped around his dick and his lips latched onto Dave's neck. Dave shuddered several times, trying not to cry out even as Matt kept thrusting into him until he reached his own climax.
~~
Dave watched the rehearsal, feeling strangely empty. They'd cleaned up and dressed and then Matt had been called to try on the costumes, all smiles for the members of the costume department, as if he'd already forgotten that Dave existed.
He'd remembered Dave of course when he needed him to fetch something and he'd even given him a smile, but even though that smile had seemed special-different from the smiles he gave his fans-Dave could only think of how good an actor he was and that it didn't have to mean anything.
~~
The day of shooting was so busy that they didn't really have any time alone. Not that Dave thought it mattered. He was pretty sure that it had just been an itch that Matt wanted to scratch, that he'd seen Dave and wanted him-a willing guy, not Dave in particular-and taken him, because Matthew Taylor probably always got what he wanted when he wanted it.
Dave wondered what that would feel like.
~~
The show was great. Kenneth and everyone else was very pleased. Dave enjoyed it too, after getting over his misplaced disappointment. And hey, if nothing else he'd gotten laid in a pretty damn nice way, with Matthew Taylor. He should think of it as the great thing it was and stop sulking.
He brought Matt another bottle of mineral water. "You were really great," he said, giving Matt a genuine smile.
Matt looked at him, like he'd done before when Dave had told him he'd been good. "You still don't have to say it if you don't mean it," he said.
Dave wondered if he was really so insecure. Then he wondered what it must be like never to believe any compliments because you were lied to so often.
"I said it because I meant it," he said.
Matt smiled, one corner of his mouth tugged up. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Dave said, meaning it.
Kenneth and some others came in to congratulate him again on his performance and Dave moved into the background as photos were taken and pleasantries exchanged.
They weren't alone again that day and when Matt left he only raised his head over the crowd and caught Dave's eyes for a moment, a quick connection before he disappeared in the elevator and out of Dave's life.
~~
Dave didn't really think about Matt as he cleaned up the room after him. He did recall what they'd done on the couch, flushing at the memory, but other than that he just did his job.
All in all it had been business as usual and what Matt had done to annoy Dave with his constant demands, he'd more than made up for with the sex. Dave chose to see it as a chance encounter rather than an expression of entitlement from a star. He didn't want to think badly of Matt. After their last little talk, he couldn't help thinking of him as just another guy with a good job but his own issues.
He took the subway to his crappy little apartment. He walked home, wondering what to make for dinner, when a car door opened at the steps to his apartment building.
Matt quickly pulled off his glasses and awkwardly moved from one foot to the other.
Dave didn't know what to think. "How do you know where I live?"
"I had someone find out," he said, then he looked up the street where someone else was coming, carrying bags of groceries. "Could we take this elsewhere?"
Dave quickly opened the door and they took the stairs up to his room. It was sparsely furnished and hardly larger than Matt's dressing room at "Spice of Life" had been.
Matt looked around and Dave waited for a polite smile that tried hard not to say "Wow, I didn't know people could live like this", but when Matt's eyes returned to his, they were bright and full of expectation.
Matt's gaze dipped to Dave's mouth and Dave wanted to do whatever Matt tried to initiate here, except he'd come to understand it as a fun but meaningless one time event, because he wasn't stupid enough to take it as anything more and he didn't want to see it as being used. However if this became more than a one time event he was afraid he had to be clear on what this was. He wasn't sure it would change his willingness to participate, but at least then he'd know where he stood.
So when Matt leaned forward to kiss him, Dave put a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Is this the part where I become your secret lover so that you can fulfill your life long suppressed urges while remaining heterosexual for your female fans and the casting directors?"
"I never suppressed," Matt said, leaning against Dave's hand on his chest, as if he was only waiting for Dave to give in.
"But I was right about the other stuff?" Dave pressed on.
Matt moved back and sighed. "I never said I was heterosexual."
"You didn't need to with all the affairs," Dave pointed out.
"You shouldn't believe what they write," Matt shot back.
"What do you want from me?" Dave asked point-blank.
Matt looked at him for a long moment. "Give them a chance to write about something that's real for once?"
Dave's mouth opened in surprise. He'd fully expected that no matter if Matt just wanted to get his rocks off or if he was sort of serious that he'd wanted to keep this a secret.
Matt smiled widely. "Something wrong? For the last couple of days I was under the impression that you'd be willing to give me everything that was in your power."
"That was my job," Dave said automatically.
"All of it?" Matt asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Oh yeah. I've slept with everyone who's asked it of me," Dave said with a half-smile.
"How many have asked?"
"Does it matter?" Dave asked back playfully.
"No," Matt said.
"And just so we're clear. I'm not your personal assistant any longer. This is what you get," Dave said, pointing around the room. "The water comes from the tap."
Matt grinned. "That'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" Dave asked. "Because you've been the most high maintenance guest I ever had to take care of. And I'm not talking about the sex now."
"I just wanted to talk to you. You didn't seem very... approachable."
Dave stared. "You just wanted to talk to me."
Matt shrugged.
"So you thought being a prima donna was the right way to woo me? That's both sweet and stupid."
"It worked, right?" Matt asked, grinning again. Then it softened into a hopeful smile. "Right?"
Dave marveled at how for the first time in a long time he didn't feel like everyone else was controlling his life. For once he was the one who had the power to make a decision. Not that this was about power. He didn't yet know what it was about, but he could find out if he wanted to. And he really wanted to.
"Right," he said, grabbing Matt's designer shirt and pulling him into a kiss.