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“CUT!!”

“Wrap it up! Great sesh!” Johnny pumps his fist in the air as he steps out of the camera line. He rubs at his strained neck and huffs out an exasperated sigh.

“You know the deal” He grunts, tilting his head with a crack of his neck. “Get those clipped, rendered, and straight to me!”

There are multiple “yessir!”s echoed throughout the set as Johnny snatches up his things, getting ready to leave.

When he enters the dressing room to change out of costume, he refuses to even acknowledge the new gray hairs he already knows are growing from his scalp.

He’s only just reached thirty-two… but hey, Hollywood effect maybe? Right?

Johnny packs up the remainder of his things and grabs his car keys, swinging them around his finger as he exits the film warehouse.

It’s already dark. He hadn’t realized how long filming took today. His lips pursed together as he checks his watch.

7:36pm

“Yeesh.”

…

The door to Johnny’s apartment clicks shut softly behind him, He doesn’t plan on staying long, after all, he reckons Tomas is waiting for him.

He sets his duffel bag down on the floor, aligned perfectly next his shoe rack against the wall. He takes everything out, including his dirtied lunch container, which he will not wait to clean out; considering he had fish for lunch. He won’t risk leaving that smell to brew in.

He wipes his hands dry with a kitchen towel before he sets off to change into comfier clothing. The apartment closet is overflown, several of his clothes are sprawled out in folded piles along his dressers since his closet doesn’t hold everything that he owns. That and because there are some things in his closet that aren’t his.

Johnny exchanges his dress shirt for one of those items; A beige hoodie that's a bit too big for him. As the fabric slides over his head, he’s hit with the subtle smell of Tom Ford’s “Oud Wood”, a cologne Johnny had gifted Tomas for his birthday only a few months ago.

He basks in it momentarily, and how comforting the smell has become. And suddenly Johnny no longer feels the tension of his work day.

That alone stops his stalling, as he’s reminded of that very man who waits for him across the hall.

Johnny swiftly shuffles into a pair of sweats, and just kicks off his shoes. The crew socks can stay.

On his way out, he grabs his laptop from his duffel bag, and picks up his keys again, already fiddling with them to find the right one as he leaves his apartment.

Stalking across the apartment hall, Johnny shifts his laptop under one of his arms so that he can unlock the door. He pushes the door open, enters, bumps it closed with his foot and tosses his keys onto the table near the door.

A few steps into the living room, Johnny is met with a soft “meow”, a greeting from the sweet little gray ragdoll cat that sits on the back of Tomas’ couch.

Johnny meows back, running his hand from the cat's head to its tail as he passes by.

He rounds the couch, putting his laptop down on the coffee table.

“Where’s your daddy Smoke?” Johnny asks the cat, who stretches until his fur stands.

“On that bloodborne grind I bet?” And Smoke just meows at him as he approaches, looking at Johnny with that attention seeking look he knows all too well.

“Come on then.” Johnny stands against the couch and pats his chest, signaling the cat to jump up.

“Oh-ho, big stretch” He babys, as the cat paws at Johnny’s chest and stretches out his back. Johnny picks him up, carrying Smoke against his chest towards the back of the apartment, towards Tomas’ room.

He silently stalks into the man's room, watching the back of Tomas’ head from where he's sat at his setup.

Smoke starts to squirm in Johnny’s arms, so he sets the cat down on the foot of Tomas’ bed.

With this tongue between his teeth, Johnny approaches Tomas from behind, raising his hands before-

“BAHH!” Johnny yells, grabbing onto Tomas’ shoulders and shaking him, to which Tomas visibly flinches and whips around fast enough to give himself a headache, his headset falling down onto his shoulders during it all.

“Johnny!” He yelps, sounding as relieved as he sounds scared.

“Hahaaaa! I got you that time! Finally!” Johnny self celebrates, while Tomas shakes his head with an amused little smile.

“Hah…” Johnny calms himself down finally, and wraps his arm around the back of Tomas’ chair, leaning down to plant a kiss on the man's head.

“Did you eat dinner yet?” He asks, idly spectating Tomas’ game stats on the pc screen.

“Mhm. But it was a while ago so… I could definitely eat again.” He replies, taking his headset off from around his shoulders and setting them down on his desk.

“There’s leftovers, but I didn’t think you’d be home this late so… you’ll have to heat it up…” Tomas says, stretching out his legs before standing up.

Johnny instantly presses against Tomas’ body, wrapping his arms around the larger man.

“Yeah… I didn’t think so either.” Johnny sighs, shoving his face into the crook of Tomas’ neck. “Sorry about that.”

Johnny takes in that same scent of gifted cologne, stronger smelling now that the wearer is in his arms. He doesn’t even hesitate to take in a deep breath, running his nose up the column of the other man's neck.

He can feel the familiar act of Tomas’ heartbeat involuntarily picking up beneath his touch, and Johnny rejoices in it, holds on tighter, squeezes a little harder.

“It’s fine… I didn’t even realize what time it was until you got here…” Tomas speaks barely above a whisper, subtly baring his neck to Johnny.

Johnny notices, and pulls away with a grin. He kisses Tomas’ cheek before letting go of the man completely.

He turns on his heel to make his way towards the door, expecting Tomas to follow him, which he does.

“Let’s eat then? You need a break anyways, and I need fuel before I get to editing.” Johnny quips as he makes his way through the apartment towards the kitchen.

As Tomas follows him into a better lit up room, He finally realizes Johnny is wearing one of his hoodies.

“You took that hoodie? I was looking for it- wait, you still have to work?” Tomas breaks his eyes away from Johnny’s back and up to the back of Johnny’s head.

He hears Johnny sigh as they reach the kitchen.

“Yeah but it’s nothing, maybe an hour's worth.” Johnny tries to reassure, turning his head to give Tomas a little smile for extra measure. The content look on Tomas’ face tells him that’s reasonable.

“Oh, well that’s good then.” Tomas’ tone is suddenly a bit more chipper than before.

Johnny fishes a lidded container from the fridge and inspects the insides, finding last night's leftovers more than half eaten. He remembers there being quite a lot of it, and when Johnny’s eyes glide over to Tomas, he already looks guilty.

“Jeez, I forgot you were starting to bulk again-” Johnny chuckles. “What’re you weighing in at now?” He asks, closing up the container and putting it back into the fridge.

“Uh, this morning I was 2…80? But that was before my workout.”

Johnny can’t even begin to pretend that Tomas’ size doesn’t get him heated, and he can’t help the little smirk that plays at his lips when Tomas mentions his own weight.

He lets out a little moan disguised as a deep breath, and Tomas is none the wiser.

“There’s not enough left for both of us, annnnd, I’m not really in the mood for italian. What’re you thinking?... You name it, I’ll make it.” Johnny says, turning to lean his back against the counter.

Tomas blinks, caught a bit off guard. “Oh uh…”

“Maybe just something simple… You don’t need to cook a whole meal this late…” Tomas claims, trying not to give Johnny any more work to do today than he needs to.

Johnny knows it, it’s another thing he absolutely cherishes about the other man. The preservation of others, the selflessness.

Johnny smiles fondly as he watches Tomas rummage through the fridge.

“How about breakfast for dinner?” The gray haired man peeks at Johnny from behind the fridge door.

“Sounds good to me.”

…

“Mmh- hey Johnny?” Tomas puts down his fork, exchanging it for his phone that was actively buzzing in his hand.

“Mhm?” Johnny hums mid-bite of scrambled eggs, turning his attention to the other.

“I told you about my brother coming to visit right?”

“Mhm.” Johnny swallows his food and clears his throat. “Kuai, right?”

“Yeah!” Tomas exclaims, “He’s talking about maybe coming in a little earlier than planned, that alright?”

“It’s your apartment Tomas. Your decision.” Johnny gives him an amused smile.

“Oh right… But I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“I’ll be just fine. When’s he arriving? And how long is he staying?” Johnny asks, finishing off his little glass of whiskey.

Tomas looks back at his phone. “Uhhh… He says he would get here on Saturday, and stay until the next.”

Johnny makes a notably distressed sound. “That’s when I’ll be flying out to London to film…”

Tomas just “oh”s and goes silent for a moment, most likely thinking to himself.

“I really would like to introduce you two…” Tomas speaks contemplatively. “...And I wanted to go to Europe with you…”

That makes Johnny laugh a little. “Hey,” He turns in his island bar stool to face Tomas, and puts his hands on the man's knees.

“I’m sure I’ll be back in time to at least say hi… and besides. I’d rather take you to Europe on a real vacation… not to drag you around the set with me…”

That seems to effectively reassure Tomas well enough, and brings a little smile to his lips.

Tomas slides out of his bar stool to stand in between Johnny’s legs. He wraps his arms around him, Johnny resting his chin against Tomas’ chest to look up at him.

“Mmmhh…” Tomas groans, in the same way that a kid would do when you try to get them up for school in the morning.

“Oh whatever will you do without me-” Johnny teases.

“Probably Die.” Tomas retorts.

“Oh hush.” Johnny chuckles, nuzzling his face into the fabric of Tomas’ sweater.

“Let me clean up… so you can get your work over with.” Tomas offers, and when Johnny looks up at him, he can tell he’s about to turn down the offer.

“Please.” Tomas whispers. And Johnny can’t say no to that. Especially not with those radiant, begging eyes he’s giving him.

Johnny sighs, and pulls away from Tomas, and he knows he’s won.
Johnny slides out of his stool, running his hand down the taller man's back as a thank you gesture before he exits the kitchen.

…

Two Hours Later;

…

“Johnny?” Tomas pads down his hallway towards the living room, rubbing at his heavy eyelids.

Rounding the hall corner, once his eyes finally adjust to the dim lighting, Tomas finds what he’s searching for. A sleeping Johnny leant back against the couch, his laptop long discarded and closed on the opposite end of the cushions. Instead a fluffy gray cat occupies his lap.

Tomas approaches, his subtle footsteps aren’t enough to wake Johnny, but they wake up Smoke, who looks up at his owner with bright blue eyes and gives him a soft little meow.

Tomas scoffs softly, kneeling down in front of the couch to look over his sleeping boyfriend. And after a moment of ogling, Tomas takes his phone out and snaps a photo. That’ll go right into the album with the other thousands of Johnny photos he has stored in there.

He sighs fondly, finally giving Smoke his attention, petting the cat’s head.

“You little traitor.” Tomas whispers.