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---------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4 - Huntsman & Charming ----------------------------------------------------------
Jamie Dornan walked into The New Oxford pub, happy to be back at his favorite watering hole, and Vancouver in general. He'd enjoyed the place often while working on "Once Upon A Time"...and it was a stroke of luck that his new film, "Fifty Shades of Grey", was filming in the same city. He walked up to the bartender and ordered a scotch before being interrupted by a cheerful voice. "His drink is on me!" Turning around, he saw the face of his old friend, Josh Dallas. "Josh, hey!" The two men gave each other a big hug and began catching up on what they'd been up to since Jamie's Huntsman character had been killed off on the show.
A few hours later, the two decided to call it a night. "Here, give me your number and we'll hang out while you're in town," Josh asked while standing up to get his phone out of his pocket. It fell out of his hands and onto the floor; retrieving it, it slipped again and fell onto the table. Sitting back down, he slid the phone across the table to Jamie, who started typing his info in.
"Did you drive here?" he asked without looking up. "Yeah, but it's not far to get home." Jamie looked up with a bemused expression. "Are they still keeping you guys at the Silhouette apartments?" Seeing Josh nod, he continued, "That is a little far."
"Naw, it's like fifteen minutes."
"It's too far. Look, they're keeping us at the OPUS hotel, which is literally right around the corner. How about we walk, you crash on the couch, and we'll come get the cars in the morning." Josh thought about it for a moment before replying, "Yeah, you're right. The last thing I need is to see 'Prince Charming arrested for a DUI' on TV. Plus, we're not shooting tomorrow, so don't have to worry about running late. Thanks."
The guys paid their tab and headed out, making their way to the hotel, occasionally stumbling into one another and laughing. Once at the hotel, they took the elevator to the top floor and Jamie's penthouse loft. Josh whistled as he looked around the large open space. "Great view of the city. Damn, they set you up nice!"
"Thanks. Bathroom is over there. I'll get you a pillow and a blanket and set the couch up for you."
A few minutes later, Josh came out of the bathroom. Jamie glanced over and started laughing - the other man had unbuttoned his shirt, but was wrestling with the rest of it, trying to get his arms out of the sleeves. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall and continued chuckling. "Having problems?" Josh continued yanking his arm up, trying to get it out of its cloth prison. "No, not at all." After another minute and a dozen attempts, Jamie was still amused but decided that his friend was too drunk to get out of his own shirt. "Here, let me give you a hand," his voice full of faux-pity as he walked across the room.
Josh held up his arms up in surrender. "It's a good thing you're cute," Jamie joked as he began tugging on the shirt. "Grown man unable to get his shirt off. Damn..." The sleeve wasn't going anywhere. "Mmmhmmmm! See?" Josh felt vindicated, or at least less embarrassed, since he wasn't the only one having a hard time.
Jamie brought Josh's arms down and pulled the shirt back to its normal position, immediately seeing what the problem was: Josh's biceps. The sleeves were rolled up, the material straining against the muscles of Josh's upper arms. Jamie ran a finger under the fabric, gauging how much give there was to work with; he could also feel the firm bicep bulging underneath. "Maybe it's time to cut back on the weights a little?"
"Never! Have to keep in shape for the show." Jamie tossed a bemused look his way. "There's a difference in keeping in shape..." Grabbing the thick arm, he gave it a good squeeze. "And trying out for the next Hulk movie."
"Hush it. My arms aren't that big! and I don't want them that big either."
"Just giving you a hard time, pal. Your arms are fine. Well, except for the fact that they're stuck in this shirt." Holding onto his friend's arms, combined with the evening's drinks, was having its effects; Jamie decided to finish the task at hand before the swelling in his crotch became noticeable. He pushed the material up above the bicep and began working to unroll it a bit, so that it would be a bit looser. Mission accomplished, he did the same to the other sleeve. Unfortunately, this involved fully exposing the muscles of Josh's arms and touching them even more, which in turn led to even more discomfort in his own pants as he became hard.
"Alright, arms up...and do NOT flex." Gripping a sleeve, he tugged on it until it finally slid free. The other sleeve was a little more difficult. "Well, we know which arm you wank with now," he teased with a wink. Josh tried to glare but wound up giggling, due to the drinks and the situation. "What if I pull back with my arm while you pull the shirt?"
Jamie hooked his fingers under the rolled fabric and tugged, while Josh rocked back on his heels. "Alllllmost...ack!!" Josh's arm suddenly came free, sending him flying backward. Jamie managed to stay in place but fell down on his butt...he found himself sitting there, holding the shirt and watching as Josh stumbled back, hit the bed, and fell back on it. The two men began laughing, feeling accomplished but also enjoying the silliness of the moment. Finally, Josh began kicking off his shoes...or, at least tried to kick them off. Instead, he was clumsily knocking and rubbing his shoes against each other with little success. Giving up, he shot Jamie his most pitiful look, "Help?"
"Sad," Jamie chuckled. He made his way across the floor, alcohol and fatigue making him reluctant to stand up. Taking hold of a shoe, he looked up. "Very sad. And pa...thet...ic."
"Harass me later. After I've slept and have the energy to fight back. "
Jamie undid the laces, tugged off the shoe, tossed it to the side, and pulled off his friend's sock. Mischievously, he quickly ran his fingertip along the sole of Josh's foot. Josh yanked it up, laughing. "No no no - no fair!"
Laughing, Jamie took care of the other shoe and sock. "Are you going to be able to handle your pants on your own, at least?"
Josh glanced down his body. Held up by his elbows, his shirtless torso made its way to the edge of the bed, where his legs dangled over the side. Shoes and socks off, bare feet exposed, the fly of his pants was already undone, showing off a hint of blue underwear. "I think so. At least I got the button-fly earlier, before I became a clutz. But since you're already down there, if you don't mind pulling on the ends, that'd be a big help," he replied with a big cheesy grin.
Pretending an annoyed expression, Jamie didn't last long before giggling. "Not pathetic. Lazy!" He took hold of a pants leg with each hand and gave a strong pull...nearly taking Josh off the bed too.
"Hey!!" The blonde man scrambled a bit to maintain his balance and avoid tumbling to the ground. Recovering, he pulled back with his legs, the pants sliding down to his ankles. Fishing one foot out of the pile of denim, Jamie knocked it to the side (eliciting a yelp from Josh) before doing the same. Leaning back on his haunches, he sat back, intending to tease his friend some more. Instead, his eyes set themselves on the meaty calves before him. His gaze traveling up, he took in the large muscled thighs that came together under a pair of bold blue boxer briefs, bulging in the front with an ample package. The man's abs were next, followed by a large beefy chest and broad shoulders.
"Take a picture...it'll last longer." Jamie's glance moved to his friend's face and saw him chuckling.
"I was noticing the underwear. Old work habits die hard."
"Oh yeah, forgot that you were an underwear model for a long time." Josh spread his legs a bit further apart and waved his hand over his groin. "What do you think?"
Jamie raised an eyebrow, not sure if it was a joke or not, or how to respond. Well, that wasn't entirely true - part of him was responding, as his pants became rather uncomfortable again.
Josh raised his own eyebrows, waiting for Jamie to say something. "I'm serious, what's your expert opinion?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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