Elysian Fields RPG

(sometime before the filming of Thor)
(WARNING: Incestuous themes & situations, including sexual contact, but not penetration. Amended to non-penetrative incestuous sex.)

Liam couldn't remember the last time he and Chris had had any sort of time off together, so he'd declared a moratorium on phones, computers, and any other technology, just for a few hours. Chris had seemed okay with indulging him in that, on the condition that he didn't include appliances under those conditions. Liam was fine with that, because they had to eat, right? Eat and drink, and if it turned out that they drank more than they ate, well, that was something else they hadn't done much of, not together at least, in a long time. Not that Liam was drunk or anything. He was used to putting away a six-pack on a good night, though when it was more he had trouble remembering everything, and he was only half into the second one now.

"I do not need you to set me up," Liam said. "Just because I haven't dated anyone since Miley, to the point where the media are trying to put us back together, doesn't mean I want to date anyone right now. Besides, had you thought I might like guys?" he asked. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it. Like a lot. He figured he liked both, because dating Miley hadn't been at all difficult and maybe if the timing had been right she would've been his first, but it hadn't happened. "Besides, do you actually know any hot women who wouldn't think you trying to set them up with your brother wasn't a hell of a line and they'd try to get into your pants?"

Liam looked into the glass of ice cubes and sparkling water. Not that he expected to find answers at the bottom of it. He still wondered what he was doing back here at times. He'd flown in from New York for yet another meeting, and after that, he'd had time to kill, he had a room upstairs that he could stare at the four walls of, but at least down here there were people talking. He was trying really hard not to remember it was the first time he'd been here with Natasha, but it was and that wasn't going away. He could see so many couples, and it was almost worse to watch them here, the intimacy that might not be as evident in the scening rooms, the possessive hands on collars, the gentle kisses, boys kneeling at the feet of their Doms. He sighed softly. It was worse not seeing it, not knowing that there were people who understood this. That was why he was back here, he'd tried to live without this in his life, but it hadn't worked.

He wasn't looking for someone. It was still too soon. He definitely couldn't think of a woman he'd be able to let take him down, and most men seemed to be more interested in his taking them down, which he had no idea about, or perhaps he wasn't ready for that either. He was just... lost. Adrift, no anchor left to him. He'd thought Natasha was that anchor, but he was starting to realise that it was a little more complicated than that. It wasn't that he had forgotten her, or would ever be able to. That simply wasn't an option. But as much as he had been attached to her, as much as she had owned his heart and soul, she hadn't been the first. He was very slowly starting to realise that maybe he would be able to let himself be with someone else, even if it was just a friend or someone he felt close to. He wasn't ready yet, but he was starting to realise that he didn't need to be alone forever.

(on the set of the first Iron Man)

"This is fun," Gwyneth said. "I can take my brother's kids and we can have a good time. I am really glad you've talked me into this. As much as I love my work, I have to say that it's not bad to actually make a movie people will see," she said. "Which I think were your words, now I think about it." She had always liked Robert, meeting him over the years, but it had been his persuasive words that had brought her here, and she was enjoying it a lot more than she'd thought. Not that she hadn't done her share of comedies and fun movies, but this felt more light and yet with enough challenge to make it good.

"Just don't expect Pepper to be the kind of assistant who'll stay behind with her boss, though I bet Tony would love that," she said. Of course she'd read the script, knew just what kind of relationship the characters had. But she liked teasing him. Flirting, just slightly, though not with any intent, at least at this point. After all, things could always change.

There's nothing quite like being on the set of Supernatural. They've been doing it for so long, it's less like a second home and more like just home. Even before Jensen and Jared had figured everything out between them, they had Dean and Sam, the cast, the crew to make them into a family. Now that they had things figured out though, it was even better. They'd joke around and play during the day, have more fun times than any other job could provide, then pack up and go home at night.

It was perfect as far as Jared was concerned. It only got better when he could sneak up on Jensen and throw his entire body at the other man, arms and legs wrapping around him until they either tumbled to the ground or Jensen found his balance with Jared hanging on his back. Like now, when Jensen was talking to someone that Jared couldn't see. That never stopped him before and wouldn't now as he sprinted the two steps and pounced the other man from behind, legs going around his waist, arms around his neck.

Things were moving along as they always did, Matt had gone out to California over the weekend to see Simon and the kids, he never did get enough time with them while they were filming. But he was back in New York now, moving between work and spending time with friends after - when Tiffani told him Alexandra was around. Well Matt certainly couldn't let her get away without seeing him, in fact he'd have been more than a little disappointed if she managed that.

So late that afternoon after he'd been released for the day, Matt texted Alexandra. a little birdy told me you're in town. And then he followed it up with another right after. you and me + take out + terrible movies tonight? or do you want to go out? no is not an option.

Matt grinned before hopping into the shower to wash away the day and change into something a little less restrictive than three piece suits, and waited for a reply so he could start planning their night.

( On set; The Avengers; Timeline - Before log with Marshall )

It was a lull in the day, and Gwyneth was humming along to the radio, turning it up when a rock song came on so she could sing along. She took some inventory, and attended to some customers, but she knew today would be a quiet one. Apparently no one was interested in buying toys or collars or leather pants today. She wasn't too upset about that, it wasn't like she didn't make a good profit, or that she really needed the money desperately as it was, in a lot of ways she felt she was providing a service rather than trying to run a business, even if she was very good at keeping it in the black.

She'd just decided to close up early and call it a day - it wasn't like she didn't have work to get done at home, and rehearsals tomorrow, and a million other things - when the door opened. So much for taking a few extra hours, although that might still happen.

She smiled when she saw who it was, though. She wasn't super close to Justin, but she'd met him a few times over the years, at parties and awards shows. "Hello, Justin, how can I help you today?" she asked him. "Though I'm sure you're not looking for something frilly. Unless of course it's for a lucky lady."

Things were going well with Alexandra, but she was at some kind of meeting, and Tiffani was finding the house a little quiet without company, that being why she had enjoyed having Alexandra there before things had developed to a little more. She decided that she would take a tennis lesson - she wondered, sometimes, if people ever stopped taking tennis lessons, then again given the good looking pros at Elysian Fields, she suspected it wsn't all about racquets and balls. The interesting noises coming from behind one of the changing room doors only served to deepen that suspicion.

After her lesson and taking a shower, Tiffani headed into the bar for an iced tea. She had changed from her tennish clothes into a skirt and blouse, she wasn't really there to find someone to play with after all, and if something did happen, well that was all good too, but she wasn't going to sacrifice comfort for anyone or anything.

She was enjoying just people watching, and wondering how wrong she was in speculating on the particular dynamics of the couples. Of course, given that not all of them were members of the kinkier side of things, even if they knew about it, maybe she was way off base. But that was half the fun, really, just making guesses.

Simon had gone back to Los Angeles and Matt was once again on his own in New York. It will still be a few weeks before he could make the trip out to see the kids and Simon again, but in the mean time he meant to pass the time visiting the Elysian. He proved to be the sort of place in the past that could provide the sort of entertainment Matt was occasionally interested in, as well as being a place where he could simply talk to people if that was more his mood for the day.

And for the moment the latter seemed to be the case, perhaps he could change his mind as the night wore on, but a simple conversation was all he was after. And after just a little bit of wandering he saw a familiar face (not that it was out of the ordinary, the clientele tended to be rather recognizable more often than not) but unlike certain publicity events Matt didn't feel quite the same desire to stick with the people he worked with most often and avoid people he didn't really know.

And how could he simply avoid a woman like Marlee Matlin after all? Matt might have a preference for men but he wasn't blind, and it helped that he was a bit of a fan. "You're not going to be terribly offended if I tell you that I love your work, are you?" Matt asked hopefully as he approached her.

He'd been keeping his space, giving Jonathan the space he seemed to want. At least that was what Ewan had thought, it seemed to be the only explanation that made any sense in his mind for why he had been avoided for so long. And though he might have worried about his friend he could give him that much - he could listen, ask after him occasionally even, but he wouldn't push. That was before though, before the news that may or may not have been true, Ewan hadn't been able to ask - not about that. Not when it meant that he'd given too much space.

When he heard that Jonathan had been putting in appearances at Elysian Fields, Ewan decided he'd given the man more than enough space for long enough. It was time to do the opposite. He'd be damned if he was going to let his friend continue to hurt himself.

"Fancy meeting you here." Ewan drawled when he did finally find Jonathan, accent thick and dropped low as he raised an eyebrow at his friend, he didn't mention that Jonathan was meant to be somewhere else, he'd never start accusing - not after so long and knowing Jonathan it wouldn't do any good. No he'd start slow, he just wanted to know Jonathan was going to be all right. "It's been too long, we really need to catch up."

Zach was crazy, he was completely convinced of it. He had two days off from Angels In America - and he was spending way too much of that time on a plane. He hadn't done that for... anyone he could remember. Maybe it was time to admit that Jonathan was more than just a friend he had hooked up with a few times.

On this profound reflection, Zach heard the words of the flight attendant and realised the plane was landing. He sat up, and stretched a little, then gripped his seat tightly as the plane landed. It may not do anything but it made him feel better.

Putting his hat on, Zach dragged his overnight bag out of the overhead locker and walked off the plane. After going through customs and showing his passport about a million times, he was looking around the airport and wishing for a nice comfortable bed. Then he noticed Jonathan and kept wishing for the nice comfortable bed, only he was more interested in Jonathan pinning him to it.

"Hey," he said, smiling. He knew the couldn't do more than hug in public but he wrapped an arm around the younger man. "I can't wait to get somewhere I can do more than this," he murmured, squeezing Jonathan as tightly as he would allow himself to.

Another hot, long day of shooting and all Chris wanted was a shower and some company. Maybe. He loved everyone they were working with, everyone was talented just as they had been in Thor, only now they were working with a lot more. So many different histories and worlds -- it was bloody awesome.

It was also bloody hot in Albuquerque. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't have to be in armour, but they were working on a lot of those shots. Some days he had to be peeled out of everything but even if you asked him then, Chris wouldn't trade it in for anything else in the world.

Running a hand through his sweat drenched hair, he climbed into his car. Normally he'd go on to his rental, take a shower and relax for the rest of the evening, but there was someone's company he was keenly missing. Tom had a shower at his place -- and it wouldn't be the first time that Chris used it -- but he usually couldn't double as a wet washcloth.

Shooting him off a quick text just to make sure he'd be at home and available, Chris drove that way, AC up on full.

Simon stretched out as the door to their New York apartment closed behind him. He had no idea of Matt's precise schedule today, but he had had the chance to fly in, and he had taken it, because it wasn't like they had enough time together that he could afford to overthink heading to New York for a couple of days.

This wasn't the first time he'd surprised Matt, in fact with his slightly more flexible schedule he was often the one taking the coast to coast flight on the spur of the moment and being there when his partner walked in. Not that he counted whether the visits were scheduled or not, all that mattered to Simon was time with Matt, and he took it where he could find it.

His muscles ached after the flight, and he put his bag in the bedroom, hanging up the two suits he'd brought with him, and checked his messages. There was nothing that couldn't wait a few minutes, so he took the chance to take a shower, hoping the hot water would ease the ache. The water felt amazing and he groaned as it hit the ache, easing it out of him. He didn't linger, not having any reason to, and once he felt more relaxed, Simon dried off and headed back to the bedroom, pulling on comfortable sweats, something most of his casual acquaintances would never expect him to wear, and picking up his phone, checking for any messages. He and Matt would call the kids later, it was only early afternoon and they'd still be in school.

Simon did all he had to do on the phone and lay down. It was all too rare for him to lay down in the middle of the day, and he felt his eyes drifting closed. He was sure he'd wake - if he slept - before Matt came back, or Matt would wake him.