Writer's Muses: Good actor
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spongetastic"I didn't realise you were such a tease."
Peter was at a loss for words. He stood there staring at his friend helplessly, feeling his face getting hot in a blush as his heart thundered loudly in his chest. He knew the other man was waiting for him to say something but he didn’t know what he could say.
Hours earlier he and his friends met up outside the movie theater. The last time Peter went to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show was in his senior year of high school. It was one of his favorite movies but it was no fun going alone, and he felt just awkward asking people to go. He was amazed to hear his friends all liked the movie as well and were making plans to see it. Even more amazing was that they were into dressing up for the occasion just like him.
Peter dressed up as Frank N. Furter just like always. His friends were dressed up as various characters as well: Riff-Raff, Eddie, and one even dressed up as the title character Rocky Horror.
“Whoa, Pete.” His roommate Shawn gaped at him. “You look good.”
“Thank you, Riff-Raff,” Peter said in his best imitation of Tim Curry. They headed into the theater. It was a long time since high school but Peter remembered the audience participation just like any other faithful fan.
The group exited the theater where Shawn insisted they all take pictures. They went through different scenes in the movie together; Peter in particular enjoyed pretending to chase the guy dressed as Eddie around. Then they got to the scenes with Rocky. “Rocky” was actually Riley, who was studying to be a physical therapist. Riley didn’t have to work too hard with his costume. He already had the blonde hair, though it was shorter than the real Rocky, and he had the right build to fit the character.
“Riff-Raff, will you look at my creation?” Peter trilled out, running his hands over Riley’s chest delicately. Riley watched him, keeping obediently still. “Isn’t he perfect?”
“He’s great,” Shawn agreed, failing at hiding the grin spreading on his lips.
“He'll do press-ups, and chin-ups, do the snatch, clean and jerk. He thinks dynamic tension must be hard work,” Peter sang out. “Such strenuous living I just don't understand. When in just seven days, oh baby, I can make you a man.” He’d seen the movie so many times he could emulate the choreography from this particular number.
“Should I just stand here and look pretty?” Riley asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“No,” Peter answered. “You should catch me.” And with that as the only warning, he jumped into Riley’s arms. Riley did manage to catch him, holding Peter close while their friends took pictures. For the briefest moment Peter leaned a little bit closer, but then he pulled back and he was deposited back on the ground.
The group headed back to campus. Peter was eager to get out of the shoes. They made it up to their dorm rooms where they started parting ways. Riley caught Peter’s elbow, tugging him back a little.
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure.” He turned back to Shawn, waving him on. “What’s up?”
“Well…” Riley shrugged his shoulders. “I couldn’t help but notice that your hands were… kind of all over me back there.”
“Um.” Peter bit his lip awkwardly. “Well, yeah, but… you’re Rocky Horror and I’m Frank N. Furter. I was just being true to the characters, you know?”
“Really.” Riley stared at him skeptically. “So the touching and jumping in my arms, that was just an act?” Peter didn’t know how to respond to that. Riley shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t realize you were such a tease, Peter.”
Those were the words that stunned Peter into silence. He cleared his throat, wetting his lips nervously. He had to say something because his feet were really starting to hurt and he knew Riley wasn’t going to let him leave until he explained himself.
“I wasn’t trying to tease you,” he croaked out finally.
“Then what was it?” Riley demanded.
“I don’t know.” His face felt red-hot by now. “Why’d you dress up like Rocky Horror?”
“It’s an easy costume and I felt lazy,” Riley shrugged. “You’re avoiding the question, Peter. Look, I don’t really care if you were just playing it up back there. It’s just that when you jumped at me, for a moment it felt like you weren’t. Or maybe you’re just a really good actor.”
Peter really wished he could find words. He wished he could explain why he leaned closer when he was in Riley’s arms. He wished he could do anything beside stand there and threaten to break a blood vessel with his flushed cheeks.
“So which is it?” Riley asked him. “Maybe I should find out for myself.” And with that he hoisted Peter up into his arms. It took him a few seconds to catch up with his racing heart. Riley was holding him close just like he did back in the theater. They were so close Peter could count the other man’s eyelashes. Then Riley was kissing him and Peter inhaled sharply at the suddenness of it.
“Whoa,” Peter breathed out. Tingles spread out from where Riley’s lips connected to course through Peter’s whole body. Peter never kissed another guy before now; he was stunned by how amazing it felt.
“So which is it, Peter?” Riley asked again.
“Definitely not an act,” Peter answered.
“That’s what I thought,” the other smirked. Slowly he set Peter on the ground again. Riley pressed his lips hard against Peter’s, making him groan a little before pulling away. Peter could definitely grow to like this. “Goodnight, Peter.”
“Hey,” Peter protested. “Now who’s teasing?”
“Goodnight, Peter,” Riley said again, grinning at him even as he went into his dorm and shut the door. Peter sighed, leaning his forehead against the wall. His body still hadn’t calmed down from those kisses Riley gave him.
When Peter managed to get back to his room Shawn insisted the other had a goofy grin on his face, and demanded an explanation. Peter refused to say anything about what happened. He was supposedly a tease, after all.
Peter was at a loss for words. He stood there staring at his friend helplessly, feeling his face getting hot in a blush as his heart thundered loudly in his chest. He knew the other man was waiting for him to say something but he didn’t know what he could say.
Hours earlier he and his friends met up outside the movie theater. The last time Peter went to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show was in his senior year of high school. It was one of his favorite movies but it was no fun going alone, and he felt just awkward asking people to go. He was amazed to hear his friends all liked the movie as well and were making plans to see it. Even more amazing was that they were into dressing up for the occasion just like him.
Peter dressed up as Frank N. Furter just like always. His friends were dressed up as various characters as well: Riff-Raff, Eddie, and one even dressed up as the title character Rocky Horror.
“Whoa, Pete.” His roommate Shawn gaped at him. “You look good.”
“Thank you, Riff-Raff,” Peter said in his best imitation of Tim Curry. They headed into the theater. It was a long time since high school but Peter remembered the audience participation just like any other faithful fan.
The group exited the theater where Shawn insisted they all take pictures. They went through different scenes in the movie together; Peter in particular enjoyed pretending to chase the guy dressed as Eddie around. Then they got to the scenes with Rocky. “Rocky” was actually Riley, who was studying to be a physical therapist. Riley didn’t have to work too hard with his costume. He already had the blonde hair, though it was shorter than the real Rocky, and he had the right build to fit the character.
“Riff-Raff, will you look at my creation?” Peter trilled out, running his hands over Riley’s chest delicately. Riley watched him, keeping obediently still. “Isn’t he perfect?”
“He’s great,” Shawn agreed, failing at hiding the grin spreading on his lips.
“He'll do press-ups, and chin-ups, do the snatch, clean and jerk. He thinks dynamic tension must be hard work,” Peter sang out. “Such strenuous living I just don't understand. When in just seven days, oh baby, I can make you a man.” He’d seen the movie so many times he could emulate the choreography from this particular number.
“Should I just stand here and look pretty?” Riley asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“No,” Peter answered. “You should catch me.” And with that as the only warning, he jumped into Riley’s arms. Riley did manage to catch him, holding Peter close while their friends took pictures. For the briefest moment Peter leaned a little bit closer, but then he pulled back and he was deposited back on the ground.
The group headed back to campus. Peter was eager to get out of the shoes. They made it up to their dorm rooms where they started parting ways. Riley caught Peter’s elbow, tugging him back a little.
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure.” He turned back to Shawn, waving him on. “What’s up?”
“Well…” Riley shrugged his shoulders. “I couldn’t help but notice that your hands were… kind of all over me back there.”
“Um.” Peter bit his lip awkwardly. “Well, yeah, but… you’re Rocky Horror and I’m Frank N. Furter. I was just being true to the characters, you know?”
“Really.” Riley stared at him skeptically. “So the touching and jumping in my arms, that was just an act?” Peter didn’t know how to respond to that. Riley shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t realize you were such a tease, Peter.”
Those were the words that stunned Peter into silence. He cleared his throat, wetting his lips nervously. He had to say something because his feet were really starting to hurt and he knew Riley wasn’t going to let him leave until he explained himself.
“I wasn’t trying to tease you,” he croaked out finally.
“Then what was it?” Riley demanded.
“I don’t know.” His face felt red-hot by now. “Why’d you dress up like Rocky Horror?”
“It’s an easy costume and I felt lazy,” Riley shrugged. “You’re avoiding the question, Peter. Look, I don’t really care if you were just playing it up back there. It’s just that when you jumped at me, for a moment it felt like you weren’t. Or maybe you’re just a really good actor.”
Peter really wished he could find words. He wished he could explain why he leaned closer when he was in Riley’s arms. He wished he could do anything beside stand there and threaten to break a blood vessel with his flushed cheeks.
“So which is it?” Riley asked him. “Maybe I should find out for myself.” And with that he hoisted Peter up into his arms. It took him a few seconds to catch up with his racing heart. Riley was holding him close just like he did back in the theater. They were so close Peter could count the other man’s eyelashes. Then Riley was kissing him and Peter inhaled sharply at the suddenness of it.
“Whoa,” Peter breathed out. Tingles spread out from where Riley’s lips connected to course through Peter’s whole body. Peter never kissed another guy before now; he was stunned by how amazing it felt.
“So which is it, Peter?” Riley asked again.
“Definitely not an act,” Peter answered.
“That’s what I thought,” the other smirked. Slowly he set Peter on the ground again. Riley pressed his lips hard against Peter’s, making him groan a little before pulling away. Peter could definitely grow to like this. “Goodnight, Peter.”
“Hey,” Peter protested. “Now who’s teasing?”
“Goodnight, Peter,” Riley said again, grinning at him even as he went into his dorm and shut the door. Peter sighed, leaning his forehead against the wall. His body still hadn’t calmed down from those kisses Riley gave him.
When Peter managed to get back to his room Shawn insisted the other had a goofy grin on his face, and demanded an explanation. Peter refused to say anything about what happened. He was supposedly a tease, after all.