SCENE I
Interior. Open office landscape. There are people working in most of the cubicles. Pan to ANTHONY staring blankly at his screen. He stands up, picks up a couple of papers and walks through the room to a door at the far end.
Cut to small, cluttered room. On the shelves are various office supplies, but most of the space is taken up by a large photocopier. It is humming rhythmically, spitting out stacks of paper. MARKUS is standing by it, looking rather bored. The door opens and ANTHONY enters.
ANTHONY: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise anyone was using it. I… I can come back later. (Turns to leave.)
MARKUS: No... Please don't go. I'll be done soon. (Sighs and laughs.) I've been in here for almost an hour. I'm about to go nuts. I could really use the company. (Smiles and winks at ANTHONY.)
ANTHONY: (Flustered) Okay… Yeah. I guess I could use the break. (Closes the door and leans against it.) You're new here, right? Started last week.
MARKUS: Yeah. I used to work at the branch down in Brighton. But I got transferred to London. Which is cool because your offices are much nicer. But it also kind of sucks since I don't know anybody here.
ANTHONY: (Hesitates, then offers his hand.) I'm Anthony. If you want, I can show you around. Introduce you to everybody.
MARKUS: (Shakes his hand. Firmly.) I'm Markus. I'd like that. Thanks. (Realises that the copier has stopped.) Looks like I'm done here. (Picks up the papers and heads for the door.)
ANTHONY: Tonight? After work?
MARKUS: (Smiles.) Sure. Meet you out front?
…
"Sounds familiar," Sebastian remarked, lifting his head from Jim's shoulder, where he'd been reading what he was typing. "A first day at work, meeting a helpful colleague… I'm guessing I'll play Markus, then?"
"Of course," Jim said, turning his head to catch a quick kiss. "To both. I'm writing Markus for you. And I'm using inspiration from my own life. That's how it's done. Write what you know."
"Oh. So everything they get up to, we should do too, right? Now I understand why I have to be your muse." Sebastian grinned.
"We will be doing it," Jim pointed out. "When we're filming."
"But you have to write it first," Sebastian retorted. "And you can only do that if you've lived it, right?"
"Well. I've been out for a pint with you, so I think it's safe to keep writing. For now..."
...
SCENE III
Everyone else has left. MARKUS and ANTHONY are still sitting at the bar. Talking. An upbeat song comes on.
MARKUS: Oh, I love this one. Come on. Let's dance.
ANTHONY: (Startled) What, here? (He looks around.) We can't. People will stare.
MARKUS: Who cares? They're all drunk. And besides, there's nobody we know. You don't have to worry about rumours getting started.
ANTHONY considers, then nods. He follows MARKUS to the dance floor and they begin moving. MARKUS is a very good dancer. ANTHONY a bit hesitant. As they rock to the beat, MARKUS moves closer, grinning down at ANTHONY.
…
"You better hope I can dance," Sebastian said.
"I've seen you perform," Jim said. Anyone who can move like that for the camera can do it to a beat."
Sebastian chuckled. "Thanks. I should take you out sometime..."
...
The song ends and ANTHONY starts to turn to leave the floor. But as a slow song starts, MARKUS grabs his wrist and pulls him close. ANTHONY is about to protest, but MARKUS wraps his arms around him and starts dancing. ANTHONY surrenders and leans on MARKUS' chest.
Cut to exterior, alley. ANTHONY has his back against the wall. He is looking slightly dazed. MARKUS is facing him, his left hand braced against the wall, right next to ANTHONY's head. He is very close. ANTHONY licks his lips. He looks nervous. Almost terrified. MARKUS cocks his head, smiles and then leans in and kisses him. The kiss is slow at first. Soft. But it gradually deepens, turning hungry. Desperate on ANTHONY's part, demanding on MARKUS'.
After a while, MARKUS moves down to kiss ANTHONY's neck while unbuttoning his shirt. He works his way down his chest and stomach and ends up kneeling in front of him, eyeing the bulge in his trousers hungrily.
…
Sebastian snorted. "Well, you're still drawing from what you know, so I'm guessing we don't need to practise this one either."
"Well..." Jim smirked at him. "I may need to do some more research. So I don't make it too advanced for you..."
Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "Really? For me? I think I've given enough blowjobs to know I can handle anything."
"Well, you're not writing this," Jim pointed out. "I have very little data to go on..."
"You could always let the actor improvise." Sebastian smirked. "Or you could just tell me that you want a blowjob. You don't have to put it in a movie every time you'd like something..."
"Are your questioning my motives?" Jim tried to look offended but a very insistent grin was making it almost impossible.
"Should I?" Sebastian slid off the sofa onto his knees and turned towards Jim, trailing his hands over his thighs.
"Oh yes," Jim said, giving in to the grin as he grabbed two handfuls of Sebastian's hair and pulled his head down.
...
SCENE VII
Interior. Copy room. ANTHONY and MARKUS are kissing heatedly. As MARKUS tries to slip ANTHONY's jacket off his shoulders, ANTHONY breaks the kiss.
ANTHONY: No! Not here! We'll get caught. Someone could walk in any second.
MARKUS: So let them. I want you. Now!
He pulls ANTHONY close and starts kissing him again. He gets the jacket off him and starts unbuttoning his shirt. ANTHONY pushes him away again.
ANTHONY: Don't! Stop.
MARKUS: (Takes a step back.) If you really want me to stop, okay. But think about it. How often do people actually come in here? A few times a day. We've been snogging here for weeks and we haven't been caught once. (Looks at his watch.) Besides, most people are at lunch right now. So it's the perfect time. Come on. Haven't you always wanted to try this? To be really naughty and do it someplace where you really shouldn't?
ANTHONY bites his lip and nods.
MARKUS: It'll be even better because of the risk of getting caught. You'll see. All you have to do is keep quiet. Can you do that?
(MARKUS starts unbuttoning ANTHONY'S shirt. ANTHONY lets him, closing his eyes.)
ANTHONY: I can never keep quiet when you're fucking me. You know that.
MARKUS: I'll help you. (Slips ANTHONY'S tie off and gags him with it.)
ANTHONY's eyes widen in surprise but then he nods and helps MARKUS get his shirt and trousers open. Once his arse is bare, MARKUS sucks on a finger, reaches behind ANTHONY and starts fingering him.
…
"I think you've written enough for today," Sebastian rumbled in Jim's ear.
"But…" Jim protested, gesturing at his laptop. "I'm just getting to a good bit…"
"I'm sure you'll remember where this was going. It's getting late and I'd like to get laid…"
"Oh…" Jim almost forgot to hit 'save' before closing the laptop with a very audible snap.
Sebastian snorted. "I can't believe that line worked."
"Shut up," Jim huffed, wrapping himself around Sebastian. "And take me to bed."
...
SCENE XXIII
Interior. Large corner office. A woman, SUSAN, is sitting behind a wide desk. ANTHONY and MARKUS are standing in front of her, looking out of breath. There is a large white stain drying on the thigh of MARKUS' dark blue suit. ANTHONY's tie is loose and crumpled.
SUSAN: So… How long has this been going on?
The men look at each other, trying not to smile.
Flashback: SCENE V - ANTHONY giving MARKUS a blowjob in the broom cupboard.
SUSAN: I have no issue with what you do in your spare time, but here at the office, I expect everyone to conduct themselves professionally.
Flashback: SCENE VII - ANTHONY, gagged and with his hands bound behind his back is bent over the copy machine. MARKUS is behind him, thrusting fast and hard.
SUSAN: This kind of thing is just not acceptable. (Stands and slams her hand on the table for emphasis.)
ANTHONY watches her hand, swallowing hard.
Flashback: SCENE IX - ANTHONY is lying on his back on SUSAN's desk, MARKUS on top of him. They are both naked and moving slowly together while kissing passionately.
...
Angelo sighed and looked up from the script. "I'm sorry, boys. This isn't going to work."
"What?" Jim had been leaning back in his chair, enjoying the warmth of Sebastian's arm around him. "Why not? What's wrong?"
"It's just… The plot doesn't exactly give it a new dimension. It only makes it slow." Angelo shook his head. "I'm sorry. I've loved experimenting with bigger productions when we had clever scripts, but… We can't use more than a couple of scenes out of this."
"Clever scripts?" Jim would have jumped to his feet if Sebastian hadn't held onto him. "You mean Sherlock scripts, don't you? You're not even going to give this a chance because it wasn't written by him?"
"Jim… You know that's not true." Angelo leaned forward on his desk, looking earnest. "It's not like I only make films that are written by Sherlock, right? But you've got your target audiences mixed up in this. This is for people who will commit to a long film, but without an intricate plot, and full of kink. How do we sell that?"
"It's not finished," Jim muttered, but he knew it was hopeless. Angelo was too besotted with Sherlock's talent to ever consider that anyone else could do the same. He sighed and turned to Sebastian. "Let's get out of here," he said. "This is a waste of time."
"But we can use those separate scenes, right?" Sebastian said, looking over at Angelo. "If we work on them?"
"I will consider it," Angelo said, nodding.
"So it hasn't all been for nothing." Sebastian tried a smile at Jim.
"You're not butchering my film!" Jim did jump to his feet this time and stalked out the door.
"Jim!"
He'd made it all the way down the stairs before Sebastian caught up. "Leave me alone," Jim huffed, not even slowing down or looking at him.
"Hey." Sebastian took his arm from behind, pulling him back. He stroked up and down Jim's upper arms a little. "I'm sorry. I really thought he'd accept it, too. But you shouldn't let him discourage you."
Jim tried to pull away from him. He was furious and not in the mood to be handled. Not even by Sebastian.
But Sebastian tightened his grip. "Jim. Look at me."
"That hurts…" Jim began, glaring up at Sebastian. But the look in his eyes made Jim stop. There was no pity there. Or disappointment. Just a quiet strength. Like he wasn't going to let Jim go but also… That he understood his anger and was there for him.
Still holding onto him, Sebastian lowered his head and kissed him hard.
"Listen," he said when he pulled back. "This sucks. I agree. But it doesn't mean that your writing isn't good enough. Only that Angelo doesn't think he can find a market for it at this point. But we might be able to use it later. It isn't lost. It just means that now we have to write something that Angelo has to accept. Okay?"
Jim wasn't ready to calm down yet, but settled for pouting.
One of Sebastian's hands moved to tip his head up. "Answer me," he said, his voice taking on a threatening tone. "Okay?"
"Okay..."
"There you go." Sebastian kissed him again, crowding him against the wall. But as someone cleared their throat loudly in passing by, Sebastian pulled back again.
"You know this place better than me," he murmured, his breath hot in Jim's ear. "There must be an office or something where no one will walk in right now."
"Sally!" Jim gasped. "She's in Spain. Her office is two doors down..."
"Come on." Sebastian grabbed him by the collar and pushed him in front of him, into the office. "Marketing, huh?" He smirked, checking out the posters on the wall for a moment while he shut the door.
Jim nodded, giggling as he realised they were on the exact same page. He glanced over at the desk. Not as large as the one he'd pictured for the film, but it would do.
Sebastian stepped closer again, attacking his mouth while he unbuttoned Jim's jeans and shoved them down.
Somehow they made it all the way to the desk without stumbling, even though they'd lost most of their clothes along the way. Jim didn't even try to suppress his eager whimper as Sebastian swooped him up in his arms and kissed him deeply before lowering him onto the desk. They'd shagged that morning, so when Sebastian had rolled on the condom and applied a bit of the lube which he had, luckily, bought on the way to the studio, he slipped into Jim easily and soon they were moving together in a way that Jim knew would have looked absolutely mesmerising on film.
Sebastian was kissing his neck, mumbling incoherent things about how good Jim was, and Jim was starting to get close when suddenly Sebastian stopped.
A second later, the door opened.
"Oh, fuck!" Mike Stamford's voice sounded. "Jesus, again!" And it slammed shut.
Jim stared up at Sebastian, then burst into happy giggles. "Poor Mike," he gasped and nudged Sebastian to make him move again.
"He just can't get enough of us," Sebastian said. "What was he even doing here?" He slowly started rocking his hips again.
"Don't know... Don't care..." Jim moaned, wrapping his legs around Sebastian.
Sebastian chuckled and sped up his rhythm again, lifting Jim a little so his cock was trapped between their stomachs.
If the desk had been more comfortable, they might have ended up drifting off as they snuggled in the afterglow. But once they had caught their breath and had a good snog, Jim pulled away and sat up. "Are you coming over tonight?"
Sebastian smiled. "If you want."
"Of course I do." Jim jumped off the table and began gathering his clothes. "It's just... I think I'm going to go home now and catch up on some stuff." For three days they had hardly left each other's side and great as it had been, Jim was starting to feel a little worn. And not just from the sex. He needed to be alone for a while. To just be himself.
"Oh. Sure. I suppose I should get some laundry done too." Sebastian snorted. "The exciting life of a porn star..."
Jim giggled as he got dressed. The quick kiss before he left almost turned into another snogging session, but he managed to tear himself away and skipped happily from the office and down the stairs, ignoring looks and comments. He hardly noticed them anymore.