Re: Nish&Jen / Gabe&Eshan
Eshan looped an arm around Gabe's neck, pulling the slightly shorter man into his taller, lanky body. "Movie set. This one's a regular celeb--"
"Screenwriter," Gabe corrected, rolling his eyes. "Eshan's a camera grip, and I, ah, was having some words with the director."
"When they were done fighting, I came over to tell him I thought his ideas were better," Eshan grinned, and Gabe's hand came up to hook around Eshan's wrist. "He asked me out for coffee so we could talk about them, ah, a little more privately."
"You make it sound illegal," Gabe snorted, hipchecking the taller man. Eshan laughed, his arm loosening to take Gabe's hand once more. "He's been in Texas for the last few months, shooting on another film, while I've been here. Long distance sucks, but we've made it work."
"The key is sexting and getting really good at phone sex," Eshan leaned over to whisper roughly, pulling red cheeks and a slightly embarrassed laugh out of Gabe. "Oh, come on, it goes with being a writer, doesn't it?"
"No, I would definitely say it does not, necessarily, though I guess I've got a back up career should I need it... Anyway, a painting class, huh?" He deftly switched topics, the burning in his cheeks subsiding. He turned the focus back on the other party. "That's great. I'm glad you're keeping up with that, Nish. So when are you going to invite me to a showing?"