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“You slapped me.”
Ivan stopped fixing his hair, pausing right in front of the mirror of his- well, theirs- trailer to have his eyes flicker to the pouty lips of his co-star. Alfred holding an ice pack to his cheek, hoping to make the swelling go down.
If not for the shine in those blue eyes, Ivan would have thought he did a number on his co-star. The scene needed a fight and a fight they both gave the camera. He was pretty sure that Alfred copped a feel here and there, the smug smile of the actor was a little too smug for Ivan’s liking.
“And you hit him.” Yao added, coming in the trailer with his costume trailing behind him. The long robes getting into nooks and crannies, something Yao absolutely hated with how the smaller man keeps on tugging on the edge of his robes to force it loose from a protruding nail. “You two looks worse for wear.” He snickers, flicking Ivan’s waist when he notices the bandage on his knuckles.
All three of them didn’t mind the cramped space of being in the same trailer. Yao’s body pressed against the both of them and Ivan, with one arm stretched out, can easily grab Alfred for a kiss or a hug or a punch. Depending on his mood really.
Yao dragged himself and his heavy robes to sit down on the couch, bringing his feet onto Alfred’s lap with a sigh. Alfred lets him and Ivan watches them with a small smile, fixing his hair in case someone needed him and needed to rehearse for the next following set of scenes. Yao pats the empty place beside him on the sofa, looking up with his hair cascading behind him. His dark eyes stared straight into Ivan's purple ones and once again, the Russian actor was reminded of something that a director once told him concerning Yao.
"His eyes are the type of eyes that you need to watch for. Expressive in a way where when words would fail his role then all we needed to do is look at his eyes to know what exactly he's feeling."
It was his first acting gig and it was a miracle that he landed a job with the famous actor, Yao Wang. It might have been that moment when Ivan realized that he wants to shine the same way Yao did underneath the lights of the set, Ivan can't help but muse.
He stares down at Yao, keeping his face as gentle as possible at the sight of his co-stars (partners really but it's an unspoken thing between the three of them and the rest of the world) huddling closer for warmth. Or Alfred using Yao's robes as a blanket with Yao smacking his shoulder when Alfred tries to put his hands inside the flaps of the red fabric.
With a sigh, the tallest man leans down and presses a soft kiss on the eyelid of his love. One inhale close to him made Ivan sneeze, the heavy scent of smoke and ash coming from Yao's clothes scratches against Ivan's nostrils and he stands up straight, rubbing the tip of his nose. Ears flushed at the sound he made when he does so. It didn't help with Yao's laughter echoing in resonance with Alfred's, filling the trailer with joy and noise. A light feeling washes away the embarrassment in Ivan's chest, settling inside of him like a purring cat at the sight of the two most important people in his life being so...
Happy.
"Awwww. You sneeze like a kitten!" Alfred teases, leaning against Yao to crane a finger at Ivan. "C'mere little kitty." The childish laughter that escapes those lips made Ivan's blood boil- Alfred really is something at times, he can't help but think.
However, he still bent down. Following that finger with curiosity on what Alfred wants this time. The actor... was unlike any other that Ivan had the pleasure of meeting. His energy was bigger than life itself and his smile-
Oh, Ivan can talk about Alfred's eyes again and again until he would use every word in the dictionary in both the English version and the Russian version and it would still be never enough. It was the same way with Yao's eyes. Both of their eyes were so different but at the same time, Ivan finds comfort in them in a way he doubts anyone else would have.
The night and the sky.
"What is it-" Ivan was interrupted, not that he minded, with Alfred pulling on his tie to put his lips on Ivan's. It was a long kiss, one with teeth and tongue, absolutely indecent with Yao in the middle of them both. Being squished and complaining about his old bones and how they should do that in the comfort of their bedroom.
Not on set.
Except the taste of coffee and something sweet coming from Alfred has always been alluring in Ivan's vision. Something that was uniquely Alfred's and Ivan might not be a fan of sweets- but he can spend hours just doing this with his lover.
"Mr. Braginsky-" and automatically, with a great shove, Yao pushed Alfred off, pulling them both apart, just in time for a set assistant to come inside with a knock of the door of the trailer. "Oh-" the young man pauses at the sight of all three of them huddled together.
"Was I interrupting something?" He vaguely recognizes him as one of the newer staff, unfamiliar with how things tend to be behind the scenes but enthusiastic enough in wanting to learn how to be the best there is. Too bad that he wasn't prepared for three big-named stars in one trailer, two of them with red lips, bleeding and scratched from moments before.
Ivan felt pity for him and shook his head. The man was already shaking in fright, thinking he was doing something wrong. Yao scoffs, waving his hand like a grand emperor about to make a revelation to the court. "No. We were discussing something important for the scenes, what is it aru?"
All three of them stared at him, wondering at the same time what he was doing here.
"Uhm-" IVan really pitied the man, not everyone can stand Alfred's glare pointed at them. He reaches for his American lover and pinches his waist, making it a silent point to be polite and civil to the poor man. Regardless of their times being interrupted due to his presence in a supposedly private area for actors only. "Mr. Braginsky is being called for another fitting for his later outfits..."
Ah? Ivan nodded, though rather a bit confused considering it wasn't on his schedule so far.
"And the director wanted to talk to him about something concerning his future scenes too!" Oh, now that makes sense, and hearing that only made Ivan nod even faster.
"No use making the old man wait longer da?" He lets go of Alfred's waist and brushes a hand against his spine, teasing the unruly partner of his before holding Yao's shoulder. Squeezing there to give himself the strength to face the director and looking at those calm pools of the Chinese actor's eyes as a reminder that if something goes wrong, Ivan can also return here since he wouldn't be alone at the end of the day.
Ivan stands up, pulling his coat to straighten it and rid all of the wrinkles that come with bending and moving around the tight space. He makes his way to the door before he feels a hit on his behind, the place stinging from the impact and Ivan can pretty much guess that it turned red without needing to look, and a loud shriek of laughter from Alfred.
With shame burning on his cheeks, turning him red, Ivan coughs into his hands and faces the man. "Excuse me for a moment. Can you tell the Director that I might take a moment? I just need to deal with..." Alfred, that willful boy, "something important."
"Uhm- yes! I will!"
Ivan waited until he heard no more footsteps leaving the trailer before turning around. His smile bigger than his usual one at the sight of Yao choking for air and Alfred looking oh so proud of himself.
And without any moment of hesitation- Ivan lunged for him. Regardless whether or not there was space for such an activity or his clothes might not take the motion- enough was enough.
That brat needs to be spanked. Yao seemed to have the same idea at the sight of a familiar smirk and a knowing look.
Good then.