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Tweak says, "so the thumpa thumpa continues"

Jon Snow (blackestsnow) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-04-09 20:59:00

Entry tags:

!complete, jon snow, robb stark, zelda

RP: Recess
Who: Zelda, Robb Stark, Jon Snow
When: 9 April 2013
Where: Craft Services, Red Gum Studios, Anaheim
Rating: Low. Some foul British speak, as usual.
Status: Complete

They were being more careful now, sticking to the daylight rather than sneaking off set every spare moment to get one off in Jon's trailer or Robb's office. After last week's oddness at the club and all the gossip about Jon's "secret girlfriend" they'd agreed to be more professional, at least while at work.

"Cautious," Jon had said. Robb called it "Boring" but Jon had thrown him against the window above Robb's breakfast nook and forced him to stand before the unknowing neighbourhood while just below the sill Jon proved how very interesting it could be.

That had settled the matter, at least until shooting concluded and Jon could move out of his family's house and tell his father that yes, he was gay and yes, there was a special someone. Robb was going nowhere anytime soon and out of respect for his father, Eddard deserved a little warning should he desire to task one of his employees to handle tasteless prints because Jon was about through living in the closet for the sake of the family name.

A name he did not have the privilege to carry.

He wasn't ever going to inherit the title. Not unless there was a catastrophic accident and in that case a gay bastard Lord would be better than no Lord at all.

Reaching over unannounced, Jon liberated a golden crisp from Robb's plate. There were plenty on his own dish but the sea salt and tangy vinegar tasted so much better off his boyfriend's platter than his own.

Just one of Jon's many subtle ways of saying in public, Thinking about you over here, when a kiss or even a brush of the hands was too blatant for all the prying eyes at craft services.

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noredwedding
2013-04-10 04:10 am UTC (link)

Smiling around a bite of cold pasta salad, Robb returned the favor by giving Jon's knee a gentle nudge. The action to the casual observer nothing more than an accidental bump, but it spoke volumes between the two men. Food getting filched from his plate would've happened anyway, regardless of whether or not Jon felt all ants-in-the-pants about afternoon quickies these days and needed to reaffirm their connection.

Little by little, Rob was bending for Jon in and outside of the bedroom, and while out in public being so flexible often came begrudgingly, he could understand, to a small degree, the burden Jon Snow carried. He wasn't just another commoner, no matter what his mother's name was on the birth notice. And although they were many, many miles from the long arm of Fleet Street, gossip rags still had the power to make a person's life really miserable. One misplaced step could mean disaster, especially now that the Wild Hunt to find Jon's 'lady love' was on, coupled with the high-rolling and equally high-maintenance 'star attraction' joining the cast of their relatively small-scale film production.

Robb didn't have to like it, but for now he could live with their agreement.

One day there won't be all these rules and restrictions, he thought, stabbing his fork at a few noodles and a big chunk of sun dried tomato instead of snogging Jon senseless like he wanted. And when that time comes I'll tear a strip off Jon so wide his unborn children will feel it.

Pondering the intricacies of exactly how he would pull this feat off, Robb looked up from his plate right as a sudden bright splash of color loomed in his peripheral.

Speak of the Prada-wearing Devil herself.

Without batting an eyelash, Robb fired off a warning to Jon under his breath. "Bedlam at three o'clock and heading our way..."

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