Randy Harrison surprises Christopher Eccleston
(Players only. Backdated majorly to July.)
"Yes," Chris says into the phone, long-sufferingly. "We can do that. I still think you're robbing us blind but if that's the best you can offer..." Inwardly, he's ecstatic because it's better than three "final offers" ago and twice as much as he'd truly expected to get. "We'll be in touch for the contracts," he says. "The legal side will draw them up and I'll get in contact as soon as that's done. Goodbye for now." He hangs up and takes a moment before shouting "YES!" and doing a quick spin in his chair. Calming - slightly - he goes back to the phone calls he's been returning. When he finishes, he leans back in his chair and smiles. He can take a short break now. Looking up, he sees a familiar figure in the door. "Randy!" he says, surprised but very pleased. "What are you doing here and why didn't you call?" He stands up, and doesn't quite run to the door, and then he's holding him close and kissing him.
After finally getting passed the secretary at the office, explaining that he didn't want Chris notified that he was there. He just wanted to surprise the man, he'd gone in, leaning in the doorway and waiting for him to notice. The smile that lights his face is blinding in nature as Chris does notice him, coming over. Randy kisses back though, hands resting on Chris' chest lightly. "Mmm...wanted to surprise you." He pulls back, looking up at the much taller man. "I'm moving to London for a season...tried out for West Side Story...got in to play Riff, of course."
"Such a wonderful surprise," Chris says, just looking at Randy. Then his words penetrate. "You bad boy," he says, smiling a little wickedly. "Trying out without letting me know..." he's incredibly pleased, but he has to have Randy squirm just a bit first. "I was wondering if you'd heard about that, was even thinking of letting you know. And here you go behind my back..."
"I didn't want you to know I was here yet though Chris!" His eyes widen slightly and he pouts, trying to look innocent. "I wanted to get settled in a bit first..."
"Well, the surprise is wonderful..." he agrees. "I will have to punish you later of course..." said very casually. He then kisses Randy again, deeply. "How settled?"
He shivers at the mention of punishment, kissing back deeply and groaning. "Mmm ah got settled into the hotel and I plan on looking around soon for an apartment." He nods quickly, pulling away and going to sit down. "I don't want to stay in a hotel for a whole season...especially if I decide to extend my stay for any longer."
Fuck, he's here five minutes and I want to fuck him over the desk, Chris thinks at the groan. "You could stay with me, if you want to," he says. "Always plenty of room at my place." He really wants Randy to say yes, but hopes he isn't sounding too over-eager.
He thinks about it for a moment and smiles. "I would love too, but Chris you know the schedules with plays...late nights and such. I wouldn't want to wake you up by coming in at all hours of the night." He brushes back his hair, tilting his head to the side.
"That wouldn't bother me," Chris replies. He runs his fingers through Randy's hair. "You could sleep in the spare room on those nights if you really didn't want to wake me."
He blushes slightly, leaning into the soft touch. "Alright...but only if I don't become a burden on you. I would hate having something like that happen." He stands slowly, leaning into Chris and kissing him again softly.
"Never, baby," Chris says quietly. "I want you there. With me. And you know you're always welcome to... have company if you want to," their relationship was defined for them long ago, but it's never a bad idea to reassure him. "And it would be more of a burden to me," he says, "if I couldn't keep somewhat of an eye on you. Never know what you might find yourself in the middle of if I don't," he teases.
"You act like I'm a troublesome little kid!" He swats Chris lightly, shaking his head. "I've already made a new friend. His name is Vincent...he's a sponsor for the theater...big money. His parents were loaded and they died and left him alone so he got everything. He even has a jet!" He smiles and laughs softly. "He offered to take me off to somewhere exotic and everything."
"I do not," Chris protests. His brow wrinkles, the name is vaguely familiar... "Not Vincent Kartheiser?" Long low whistle. "Old money there. Sad life, too." Chris laughs. "Oh? Sounds... intriguing."
"You do too." He sticks his tongue out and then laughs, sitting down. "He's nice though. We talked about so much. He's an awesome person. I made him promise to come see me at least once while I do my play."
"Well, when you act like a kid, what else am I supposed to do?" Chris protests. Then he smiles. "That sounds really great. I've heard of him, but I haven't met him."
"Maybe I could bring him by sometime. Anyways...you need to get whatever you have to do done. Like now. I want to go back to the hotel and get my stuff. Maybe grab a bite to eat too." He nods a bit before, humming to himself.
"That would be nice," Chris says. He considers, checking his schedule. "If you want to come back here after you've done that, I can leave then," he says. "Maybe we could... find some way to pass the afternoon?"
"Alright. I suppose I can handle that..." He makes a face before laughing softly and walking over slowly. "And we could definitely find ways to pass the afternoon."
"Mmm, yes. You know, I still have to figure out how to punish you," Chris whispers in his ear. "Maybe I'll take you over my knee..."
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