![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonesparkV & H get parts in HS play as legendary divine heroic brothers
Lujanne, who's the college student director, is emphatic that "They have a platonic relationship! A brotherly bond! No one should try out for these roles if there's a chance they have unresolved sexual tension!"
They start running lines together. Nerd Viren keeps interjecting facts about the source material.
"This is just one version of the myth. Sometimes they're lovers."
"And brothers,too?"
"Well, technically, I guess, since they were the only two beings in the universe for aeons. Brothers and enemies and friends and lovers and enemies again and comrades in arms... Gods can be like that. There's no one true version..."
"I can't do this. Ever since you said that thing about how they were lovers I've been thinking about it, and about us playing the roles, but that's wrong because you're like my brother..."
"Whoa, Harrow... I have never once thought of you as a brother."
"...never?"
Viren shakes his head.
"But... after your parents died, when you were living with us... You'd come to my bed when you had nightmares. I'd hug you til you fell asleep. And when I was hurting you'd tell me stories to distract me..."
Viren pats his arm and squeezes gently.
"Yeah. It's not like I've forgotten. I love you, in a way that goes beyond any other friendship I can imagine. But not in a way that prevents me from appreciating how mind-meltingly hot you are lately."
He blushes he says it, and looks at the script lying on the floor between them.
Harrow grins at him, feeling himself flush, feels warmth grow in his chest and spread out through his body. He moves the script and slides across the carpet so they're touching.
"I guess I have caught you staring at me sometimes, but I didn't want to assume... Mind-meltingly hot?"
"Yeah, well, half the school thinks so, too. But I've seen you shirtless, so I win."
"Hmmm... I've seen you shirtless, so I win, too."
Harrow undoes the top three buttons of his shirt. He does it slowly, in an exaggerated pantomime of stripping, thinking he's being ridiculous and Viren will laugh and this will be less intense, but Viren just stares, his expression between "dreamy" and "worshipful." (Maybe he should have added sound effects.)
Intense is alright. It's Harrow's heart hammering in his chest as he leans to meld their lips together for the first time.
And then for the second time, as Viren grips his shirt and pulls him in again. This time their lips part. This time they taste.
When the kiss ends, Viren sighs happily and leans his forehead against Harrow's. Noses brush cheeks. Eyelashes tickle. Breath mingles.
They might want to do this all afternoon. And maybe in most of their free time for the next month. They might look forward to doing more... eventually...
They might not be right for these parts, after all.
"The writing team might be willing to tweak the script. There are many variations on these myths..." *wink*
Lujanne, who's the college student director, is emphatic that "They have a platonic relationship! A brotherly bond! No one should try out for these roles if there's a chance they have unresolved sexual tension!"
They start running lines together. Nerd Viren keeps interjecting facts about the source material.
"This is just one version of the myth. Sometimes they're lovers."
"And brothers,too?"
"Well, technically, I guess, since they were the only two beings in the universe for aeons. Brothers and enemies and friends and lovers and enemies again and comrades in arms... Gods can be like that. There's no one true version..."
"I can't do this. Ever since you said that thing about how they were lovers I've been thinking about it, and about us playing the roles, but that's wrong because you're like my brother..."
"Whoa, Harrow... I have never once thought of you as a brother."
"...never?"
Viren shakes his head.
"But... after your parents died, when you were living with us... You'd come to my bed when you had nightmares. I'd hug you til you fell asleep. And when I was hurting you'd tell me stories to distract me..."
Viren pats his arm and squeezes gently.
"Yeah. It's not like I've forgotten. I love you, in a way that goes beyond any other friendship I can imagine. But not in a way that prevents me from appreciating how mind-meltingly hot you are lately."
He blushes he says it, and looks at the script lying on the floor between them.
Harrow grins at him, feeling himself flush, feels warmth grow in his chest and spread out through his body. He moves the script and slides across the carpet so they're touching.
"I guess I have caught you staring at me sometimes, but I didn't want to assume... Mind-meltingly hot?"
"Yeah, well, half the school thinks so, too. But I've seen you shirtless, so I win."
"Hmmm... I've seen you shirtless, so I win, too."
Harrow undoes the top three buttons of his shirt. He does it slowly, in an exaggerated pantomime of stripping, thinking he's being ridiculous and Viren will laugh and this will be less intense, but Viren just stares, his expression between "dreamy" and "worshipful." (Maybe he should have added sound effects.)
Intense is alright. It's Harrow's heart hammering in his chest as he leans to meld their lips together for the first time.
And then for the second time, as Viren grips his shirt and pulls him in again. This time their lips part. This time they taste.
When the kiss ends, Viren sighs happily and leans his forehead against Harrow's. Noses brush cheeks. Eyelashes tickle. Breath mingles.
They might want to do this all afternoon. And maybe in most of their free time for the next month. They might look forward to doing more... eventually...
They might not be right for these parts, after all.
"The writing team might be willing to tweak the script. There are many variations on these myths..." *wink*
