Jared had taken shelter in one of the tents on the movie set. It was the only thing he could think of at the moment. "There is nowhere to hide in this damned place!" he thought. He sat on a cot, nearly hyperventilating. What in the hell had just happened? Had he seriously licked Colin's chin? He just wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
To make matters worse, that bastard Colin had kissed him….and then laughed! He frowned. He didn't see any humor in it at all! He reached up and brushed the hair out of his eyes, noting that his hands were shaking.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He forced himself to slow his breathing to a more normal level, taking several deep breaths which did help somewhat.
It made no sense. Just a day or two ago, they were sniping at each other so much that Oliver was constantly yelling at them about it. How they got from there to here, he had no clue. He could not put his finger on anything that would have changed it. Ever since that damned dream…. "That's it!" he said to himself. It has something to do with that stupid dream. Colin had said he had a dream as well. Jared was willing to bet his dream was similar.
What did it mean? He had no idea. What bothered him more than anything was his reaction to Colin's kiss. It had barely been a brush on the lips, but he had felt himself grow hard almost instantly. What the hell was up with that? Why did part of him wish he had returned the kiss, and see where it went from there?
He punched his fist into the cot in frustration. "This cannot be happening to me. There is no way in hell I am becoming attracted to that man! For god's sake…he's a MAN. And he's an ass! Though….he is very sexy… SEXY? Oh, god…where did that come from."
He knew they had the balcony scene later this evening. A cold shiver went up his spine. How on earth was he going to get through that scene now? He prayed the desert would just swallow him up.
"I won't be able to look at him", he thought. "Please let this be another dream."
Colin sat back on Jared's couch and smiled. "Well, that was fun!" he thought. Poor Jared was so flustered he had left his own trailer. He took a look around. It was SO Jared. Mr. Perfect had everything neatly in its place. The only thing in his refrigerator was bottled water, fruit, and some kind of tofu shit that he'd just as soon die as eat.
He leaned back and closed his eyes. He couldn't believe he had kissed him. He really hadn't intended to, but what the hell was he supposed to do after Jared licked him. LICKED him! What the fuck? That had totally thrown him off balance, though he played it off pretty well.
He could still see Jared's face after he realized what he had done. He would have looked more comfortable standing in front of a firing squad! That made him laugh softly.
He had to admit, Mr. Perfect made him laugh a lot. He was really a funny guy, witty with a silly sense of humor. When he wasn't pissed off at him, he rather enjoyed working with him. He would never admit that!
Jared really was a gorgeous man, he thought. He had amazing blue eyes, a killer body, and great hair. He also had a perfect mouth…soft, sensuous, and expressive.
Wait a minute….what the fuck was he doing? He sounded like the writer of some cheap romance novel. "Sensual, expressive….what kind of shit is this?"
"Jared, you ass….what the hell are you doing to me?" he muttered.
What disturbed him the most is that when Jared licked him, all the blood in his brain had decided there was a much better place for it to be. He fucking got turned on.
Seriously? What the bloody hell was going on? How had he gone from finding him amusingly irritating to wanting to eat him for lunch. Maybe it had something to do with that goddamn dream he had.
"God help me", he said aloud. They had that damned balcony scene coming up, and he didn't know how on earth he was going to get through it without being totally humiliated.
Somehow his little game of "make Jared squirm" didn't seem so funny anymore.