preparations

[Kian O'Connor]

Kian was aware the moment that Connor arrived at the set and unconsciously began to step up his acting, causing the director to notice him more than previously. The filming continued without a hitch however and soon enough Kian was rushing towards Connor with a big mile. “Aww Babe you have no idea how glad I am to see you,” he said, his voice completely sincere as he wrapped his arms around Connor and kissed him thoroughly. “My Aunt is in the dressing rooms, reading to work on a costume for you. I showed her your picture and he thinks that either Poseidon or Hephaistos would be good. Which Is up to you. Poseidon is the God of the Sea and Earthquake and Hephaistos I the god of the forges and fire. She Is going to make me into Hermes the messenger God. I will have wings on my boots and hat. This clearly pleased him and he directed Connor back into the section where a lot of idle actors were, working on lines, or just chatting. A door off the side led to a room with scattered clothing and makeup. A lone woman was sitting and sewing on a light blue-green piece of cloth. The resemblance between her and Kian was amazing except her hair was longer and curlier if possible. “Hallo Ducks!” she said in a cheeky strong accent, she was as Irish as they come. “Oi, he Is a handsome one Kian love! How can I work with him and not flirt. Ye’re making this very hard!”

[Connor Pearce]

Trying to be a good, well behaved boyfriend, Connor kept quiet when he arrived, not wanting to distract Kian when he was trying to work. Besides, it gave him a chance to watch the other guy in action, something he hadn’t yet had a chance to do on an actual television set. He never thought he would be one to turn into an over-excited fan boy, but the whole thing was pretty exciting, with the actors, and the lights, and all the people running around. Plus, Kian was pretty amazing at the whole acting thing. Someone even thrust a cup of coffee into his hands, probably mistaking him for someone else. Not that he was about to correct them, anytime soon. He loved his coffee.

He finished it and just set it down, wondering if he would be able to manage to convince someone else by doing nothing to get him another hot beverage, when he found a set of arms suddenly wrapping around him. “Really good to see you too.” he chuckled when the voice that went with the arms spoke up. “And I wasn’t going to miss the chance to see you wow everyone.” Everything else that he was going to say completely left his head when he was then kissed, not that this was a problem. Probably wasn’t anything important, he figured.

“In the dressing rooms? Now? Oh, we’re doing this now? Okay.” Connor went along with Kian tugging him towards the back. He knew they were going to get the costumes made up today of course, the party was tonight, but he figured he had some time left still, to settle his nerves. Someone fussing over him, making him try on clothes, while he was in varying stages of nakedness (and possibly getting groped, as Kian warned) was not his idea of a great afternoon. The things he did for his boyfriend.

Considering which choice to go with, that is, which was likely to involve more material, he soon found himself face to face with a female, older, equivalent of Kian. “Uh, hi.” he grinned a little uncomfortably, thinking that Kian was spot on the mark. “I was thinking that I’d go with Poseidon.”

[Kian O'Connor]

Poseidon would be grand,” Kian’s aunt agreed and pulled out a sketch book. “Do ye want him to be human shaped or like a merman, ye know?” She pulled out a length of blue green lycra that looked like it was made of scales and held it up as an illustration. She began to measure him quickly, scribbling notes in her sketch book. She shoved a wig case at Connor which contained a long wig with shells woven in and a matching full beard. Taking the Lycra, she sat at the sewing machine and worked nimbly turning the stretchy material into a long tube with fish fins at the ends. “Try this on.” she said shoving it in Connor’ direction as well. Concealing but form-fitting, she looked at her nephew inquiringly but he shook his head discretely knowing he would not want his privates exposed in the least. She nodded lightly and grabbed another length of cloth that she wrapped around his hips and bunched in places. And let fall behind like waves. She began to gather accessories such as a Triton, jewelry with shells sprayed gold, etc and a stuffed Dolphin mounted on a wheeled Platform. She looked back at the bare chested Connor and licked her lips before winking at him.

[Bree Marcus]

Bree couldn’t help but smile when she saw Kian and Connor in full god mode. They really were stunning. She was aware that the theatrical Kian was not fond of cheerleaders so she swooped up to him and kissed his cheek. “You look fantastic Kian O’Connor. Why have we never dated?´she asked sarcastically knowing full well he would rather date her gardner.

“Bree as always you are a sight to behold,” Kian teased her back. She wasn’t one of the ones he was terrified of. “ Have you met Connor before? He is the love of my life. Tonight he is Poseidon, dolphin and all. Connor this Is Bree Marcus, Bast and cheerleader extraordinaire. She is one of the few cheerleaders which will not stab you in the back, but she can still be sneaky.” Bree grinned wider and hugged him. Kian looked stunned and a bit horrified, but Bree laughed. “You’re still sexy as hell and I can’ wait to see you’re tv show. She pinched his butt, eliciting a squeal. His entire body turned a dull red, making Bree giggle. “I adore your Irish complexion, Kian dear. “ she said before breezing away.

[Connor Pearce]

Being fitted for the costume wasn’t as bad as Connor thought it might be, only just though. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, feeling like he was on display. Not that he minded Kian looking at him like he was sex on two legs, he rather enjoyed that. It was just having his boyfriend’s aunt looking at him in a similar manner slightly unnerving. There was no denying the two were related, that’s for sure. In the end, he went for being Neptune in human form, partly in an attempt to keep some of his dignity intact, and partly because he felt like with what the woman had in mind for the other idea, it would display much more of his body than he felt comfortable doing in public. Still, by the end of it, he felt like he had little dignity left. Something which Kian helped to build up, if only slightly, by repeating how good he thought Connor looked as they made their way to the party. And in return, he had to admit, Kian definitely looked perfect. The woman knew what she was doing.

His rather unrealistic hope of not garnering any attention at the party were quickly shattered when within ten seconds of arriving, a red-head he vaguely recognised as being a cheerleader came up to him and Kian. Kian made it pretty clear that he knew the woman though, and Connor watched their exchange with some amusement. He grinned especially at how Kian introduced him. “Pleasure to meet you.” he smiled at Bree, glad that out of the pair of them, he wasn’t the only one unnerved by a woman today.

Not minding in the slightest, in fact amused by Kian’s reaction, Connor only laughed as Bree walked off. “Doesn’t she know that’s something only I get to do?” he teased the guy by his side, reaching out to do his own butt pinch on his boyfriend’s very nice backside, before slipping that arm around his waist. “So, shall we mingle?”

[Bree Marcus]

She came back, her eyes unfocused AS SHE GREETED CONNOR with a gentle caress TO HIS SOFT CURLS which she smiled ABOUT, having had no dark haired boyfriends before. She was disoriented and even familiar faces were frightening. Dropping some balls on the lawn, she became totally distracted, chasing the glittering globes. Her long red HAIR WAS BEADED WITH LAPIS LAZULI BEADS WHICH CLACKED AS SHE SCAMPERED ABOUT. She longed for Mew’s presence, sure his lap would soothe her. An open door attracted her and she scampered inside , finding a sofa with a cozy blanket and curled up on it, her thin figure easily making a ball at the end of the furniture.