Okay, the second time there was actually paper available.
But it's over the other side of the room, and Mat is here in his bed gasping underneath him, and something clicks about a script, and he's not going to leave this bed now without being forced.
He knocks a few things off the bedside table as he scrambles for a pen - post-its, books, alarm clock, lamp - but he grabs the pen and Mat looks up at him with dark eyes and laughing mouth and stays still as Larry carefully writes down the idea, tongue poking out slightly as he presses slightly into Mat's skin with the pen.
"You done yet?" Mat asks, voice thick, and Larry finishes the last sentence with a flourish, throwing the pen on the bedside table and missing by a mile.
"I am now," he replies, and looks at the glistening ink on Mat's golden chest, the contrast in colour making the words alive.
"Though," he continues, feeling a shiver go up his spine as he gazes at Mat's chest, a hand caressing Mat's hip, "you might need to stay still for a moment longer. Till the ink dries."
Mat swallows, and Larry feels his hip move slightly under his hand.
"I can do that," he says eventually, and want twist-turns in Larry's belly as he slowly lowers himself between Mat's legs, kissing his hips, a flash of glistening blue in the corner of his vision as he nuzzles.
He feels Mat shudder underneath him, and his mind gets completely distracted from anything to do with scripts.
Makeup take them both aside the next morning, say to them that they don't care what they get up in their private lives but they need to make sure that they clean up afterwards so that Makeup don't have to try and cover up blue smudges, and Larry catches Mat's eye as they talk.
There's a flash of want, and Larry's fingers itch for a pen.
Re: FILL: "Blue Ink", Larry/Mat, writing on skin, NC-17 2/3
But it's over the other side of the room, and Mat is here in his bed gasping underneath him, and something clicks about a script, and he's not going to leave this bed now without being forced.
He knocks a few things off the bedside table as he scrambles for a pen - post-its, books, alarm clock, lamp - but he grabs the pen and Mat looks up at him with dark eyes and laughing mouth and stays still as Larry carefully writes down the idea, tongue poking out slightly as he presses slightly into Mat's skin with the pen.
"You done yet?" Mat asks, voice thick, and Larry finishes the last sentence with a flourish, throwing the pen on the bedside table and missing by a mile.
"I am now," he replies, and looks at the glistening ink on Mat's golden chest, the contrast in colour making the words alive.
"Though," he continues, feeling a shiver go up his spine as he gazes at Mat's chest, a hand caressing Mat's hip, "you might need to stay still for a moment longer. Till the ink dries."
Mat swallows, and Larry feels his hip move slightly under his hand.
"I can do that," he says eventually, and want twist-turns in Larry's belly as he slowly lowers himself between Mat's legs, kissing his hips, a flash of glistening blue in the corner of his vision as he nuzzles.
He feels Mat shudder underneath him, and his mind gets completely distracted from anything to do with scripts.
Makeup take them both aside the next morning, say to them that they don't care what they get up in their private lives but they need to make sure that they clean up afterwards so that Makeup don't have to try and cover up blue smudges, and Larry catches Mat's eye as they talk.
There's a flash of want, and Larry's fingers itch for a pen.