Beep Beep Beep Beep
It was that horribly annoying sound that woke the already irritated man whom, even now awake, refused to get his ass out of bed. He then started to picture the damned alarm clock as Susan herself. The awful sound of that women nagging and consistently annoying the living hell out of him.
He grinned.
"Susan then. I shall rename you Susan." that alone should have warned the man of his sanity. Naming his own alarm clock eh? He was beginning to see just how helpless he was without Robert. Tired and nervous, he forced himself up and out of bed.
The hard part came next. He had to find something to wear that would simply blow Robert's mind out of the water- but he couldn't look as if he were trying TO hard. Which only to him meant he couldn't over do himself for the press ether. That would only give those fangirls reasons to start silly rumors.
Which he loved.
Though he knew Robert was married- and had children. Even then he had more spawns on the way. That was all thanks to that women he hated so greatly, she made him happy. So Robert annonces to the pubic anyways- but his eyes say just the oppsite.
"Sigh.." that sign of complete failure as he removed a black T with dark gray seats. He knew they had filming to do today, he couldn't doll himself up as much as he hoped too.
Slowly he dressed himself. Sometimes without thinking, he would extend his thumbs out more, lightly scraping his skin as he pulled on pants or a shirt- and his fantasies imaged Robert's fingers teasing his torso and thighs. He could see Robert's eyes, his smirk that could make any man or women melt into nohting but goo. He saw that gaze Robert would give him sometimes while recording certain scenes.
He shivered. God did he want this man.
Inside and out.
"Ah-" a gentle moan escaped his half closed lips. He eyes fluttered at the sensation of what he craved for every time he let his mind wonder. When suddenly a ringing interrupted his trance of pleasure. Once back to earth he quickly tied the drawstrings tight enough to keep them on and moved towards his cellphone which buzzed and rang.
He looked at the caller ID which blinked a bright yellow over the screen.
Robert.
His heart stopped. It didn't begin beating again for another few seconds- just enough time to answer before the phone hung up on itself.
"Hello?"
"Jude, where are you? Half an hour and we start and your not even here yet. What's going on?"
Ha. The man was concered, worried that his best friend was in danger. He almost said he was locked inside an elevator with a mad man and a rabid bear- but decided it was to early in the morning for jokes.
"I'm on my way now- don't worry. I didn't sleep well, and so I got up late." he softly spoke.
"Well hurry up. I miss your bright smile," Robert chuckled. "Now stop wasting time and get your nice ass over here before everyone gets impatient and finds us a new Watson."
Jude couldn't help but smile.
"Okay okay- entertain them until I get there. Your good at that."
"You know I don't come cheap." Robert smirked.
"Of course. Goodbye Mr. Holmes."
The two disconnected, both with a grin on one another' s face. Jude knew something more had to be running through Robert's head when he thought about their 'friendship'. He had to-Jude couldn't have been the only one who felt this way.
Right?
He could never tell truthfully if Robert's flirting is real or just put on for show, but he couldn't help but give into his charm.
He needed to focus on the movie- which to eveyone else thought was more important. Besides, money was the only thing he needed to survive. He didn't need Robert's love, he could care less if Robert loved him or not- the money and fame was all that mattered in the end.
He lied to himself. And still so early in the day.