|Happy birthday, talitha78!
||[Aug. 5th, 2009|10:11 pm]
Happy birthday, to talitha78, one of the sweetest people on LJ (or anywhere in the world!)
A recent post of yours gave me the idea for a little birthday story...
"Animation, guys!" says the photographer. "We're having fun. Fun!"
The models pump their fists and say "Whoo!" with varying degrees of enthusiasm,
"Fun," says Tom, under his breath. The guy to his right gives him a sidelong glance.
It's not that Tom dislikes modeling so much as the things that come along with modeling: the insincerity, the mandatory round of reciprocal compliments, the assumptions that he's a pretty face and nothing more.
"Stir it up, guys! Big smiles! Yeah!"
"Sweaters! I like sweaters. So much! And denim trousers! And other things," says the guy next to Tom. His imitation is pitch-perfect. "What do you like?"
"Feigning enthusiasm! Yeah!"
He's rewarded with a proper laugh; the photographer notices the small rebellion in the back row.
"Ashton, let's move you down to the front…"
Afterwards, they go for a drink and Tom blinks once when Ashton suggests heading back to his hotel room. He knows this goes on a lot, that models fool around together, but he never has. Also he has a girlfriend.
Just this once.
It's different than being with a girl and almost like being with himself. Which is surprisingly satisfying and also cause for consideration.
"Narcissistic," murmurs Tom, as Ashton licks his way down Tom's chest.
Ashton lifts his head, beaming:
"I sure am!"
Tom laughs and presently moves his leg where Ashton wants it to go. It's a fun night.
*seven years later*
Michael is devoted to the gossip columns and likes to read bits aloud to Tom at lunch.
"Did you find yourself in there?" asks Tom, settling next to him with a plate of chicken.
"No, but I think I found you," says Michael, shooting him a sly look. "This blind item ring any bells? Two successful models-turned-actors, married to beautiful women, a long ago one night stand-"
So one of the other models from that day has being telling tales. Tom calmly takes a bite of chicken.
"That you, Tommy?"
Tom grins, giving away nothing.
"Even if it was, why would you care?"
"History tends to repeat itself," says Michael. He leans in, close to Tom's ear. "It might give an indication of how much of a chance I have with you."
Tom weighs this, looking at Michael from under his eyelashes; a gesture he has borrowed from shy people, although he himself is not shy.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see…."
*not a word of truth in it! Happy birthday to an awesome LJ friend ♥ ♥ ♥