Antonio walked up to Lovino as they were finishing setting up the lighting for today's scene work. "I thought I wasn't going to make it! The traffic was awful." Lovino sighed. He did not want to deal with this today. "Unbelievable."
The AD walked up to the two and turned to Lovino. "Lovi, could you take the top off this time? Lighting and camera need to know when we're gonna see the, erm, nipples and when we're not."
Lovino growled. He hated being called Lovi. "Yeah, fine. Right. At least it's fucking warm in here."
Antonio smiled. "Not always the case is it? I was standing in for Brad Pitt in Seven Years in Tibet. Freezing!" The AD rushed over to them. "Sorry, guys. Time's tight and we have to get the actors in."
Lovino scowls. "Fine."
Antonio smiles. "Promise I won't look~!" Lovino blushes and turns around removing his shirt. From off set, they hear the director call to see something again, and the AD returned. "Tom says you need to uhm, put your hands on his chest?"
Antonio smiles, "Yes yes, of course." He looks down at Lovino, who's taken position against the pillar again. "That alright with you?" Lovino scowls. "Doesn't fucking matter, it's our job." Antonio falters. "Right…." He blows on his hands and rubs them together, "Gotta warm 'em up!"
He puts his hands on Lovino's chest and the AD is back. "Er…. Massage the…. Please…." Antonio nods and rubs his hands over Lovino's chest, making him bristle. He takes deep breathes, reminding himself that it was just a job and it doesn't matter and Antonio's hands really shouldn't be turning him on.
"It's Junction 13 that's just murder isn't it?" Lovino sighs. "Total gridlock this morning!"