Jon walked across the set, tired, worn out, and exhilarated. He walked straight to the craft service table, intent on snacking on some grapes, and he could feel Chris' eyes on his ass. A quick glance over his shoulder only confirmed this. Chris' attention was so focused on Jon's shapely ass that he didn't even bother looking away. He only grinned as he made eye contact.
Jon wasn't sure how this made him feel. On the one hand, a dude was checking him out, but on the other hand, it felt really good for someone to appreciate his figure. These feelings were confusing for Jon, which is why he was trying to distract himself by eating some grapes.
He had been kicking some ass out on the set today. Everything that was asked of him, came with an ease and grace that he had never thought capable of himself. Yet the movements his body made were fluid and graceful, he hit every mark, did every flip perfectly, and he even did a split at one point and felt nothing. Jon thought, that if every day of work was this awesome, he could really get used to it.
"Hey there." A sultry voice floated over his shoulder as he turned to see his twin, Scarlett.
"Hi!" Jon replied with a blubbliness he was unaccustomed to. Scarlett slid in next to him as the two of them were now watching Chris perform his Stunt closeups across the set.
"Did he talk to you?" she asked, popping a grape from Jon's hand into her perfect mouth.
"Yea, he did." he said playfully shocked at the loss of his grape "He apologized about how he had acted before."
"Good." Scarlett said happy with herself. "If he didn't I would have had to kick his ass." Jon giggled, slightly too girlishly for his own liking, but Scarlett didn't seem to think anything wrong with it.
"He even asked me on a date," he said off hand "I think." he added.
"What?" Scarlett turned to him, her face showing a small bit of shock and pain, and a smile that showed she was amused as well. "What do you mean, you think? Did he, or didn't he?"
"He did." Jon felt embarrassed. Here he was telling a woman, that he had only fantasized about up until last night when they made glorious love together, that he had been asked out by one of Hollywood's most eligible men. "He said he wanted to take me to a nice restaurant to make it up to me. Said I needed to dress nice. Definitely used the word Date." Jon was trying to fill his mouth with grapes now, in an effort to keep it from making sounds.
"Holy Shit." Scarlett said, noticing the blush on his cheeks, and feeling slightly jealous.
"What?" Jon spat, worried at her reaction, grape mess spewing from his mouth.
"He's got the hots for you!" she said matter of factly.
"No he doesn't" Jon tried to dismiss it.
"Yes, yes he does." she argued. "He's attracted to you, and since he knows you're a dude, he's confused. That's why he said those nasty things before, he's subconsciously trying to convince himself to not be attracted to you!"
"He is?" Jon was trying hard to chew and swallow those grapes, the juice leaking out the corner of his mouth.
"Oh Jon!" Scarlett seemed to be suddenly happier "I've got the perfect dress for you!"
"Dress? for what?" he said stupidly.
"For your date, dummy! I'll go get my assistant to run to my house to grab it, and after the shoot, I'll help you get ready! You're gonna look so hot!" Scarlett said, turning away from him and walking away in a rush.
Jon stood, confused as was becoming normal for him, as he looked over to notice Chris finishing with one of his shots, looking over to him and throwing him a wink and smile. Jon knew there weren't enough grapes in this city for him to distract himself from the flood of conflicting feelings he was having.
Jon decided he needed to call Karyn, she was the only one who would understand what he was going through, and could give him advice on what to do.
