Regaining the safety of the Royal Albert Hall, Jim leant back against the wall and groaned. He thought he’d hidden his feelings very well but he didn’t think he’d be able to carry on doing so if Larry kept on doing things like he’d done out there. Okay, he almost certainly didn’t realise what he did to Jim every time he touched him and there was no way that Jim was ever going to tell him how he felt. But it was getting harder and harder to hide it.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself upright and made his way round to the backstage area and the dressing rooms, quietly slipping into the room he was sharing with Simon, one thing that he was profoundly grateful for. He didn’t think that his nerves would be able to copy with sharing a room with Larry, being in close proximity with the man who aroused such confusing feelings in him would be close to unbearable. Thankfully the room was empty and sitting down in one of the chairs he rubbed his face with his hands before staring at his reflection in the mirror, turning his face to brush his lips against his left hand; the hand that had clutched tightly at the hand attached to the arm that Larry had draped over his shoulder while all five of them had posed for photos with a fan. All of the time he’d smiled for the camera his eyes fixed on the photographer while his mind was focussed on the heat of the man pressed up against him, holding him in a light embrace.
The soft click of the door shutting made him jump back, eyes that he didn’t even realise he’d closed shooting open to see Simon stood behind him, his hands resting on the back of the chair, his gaze watching Jim’s in the reflection in the mirror. The silence lengthening until Simon spoke: “When are you going to tell him?” Swallowing hard, Jim stared at him; his rabbits in the headlights look making Simon smile. He’d had his suspicions for a while but one glance at Jim’s face today had confirmed it. Jim was in love with Larry.
Unprompted: [RPF] Larry/Jim. Unrequited Love.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself upright and made his way round to the backstage area and the dressing rooms, quietly slipping into the room he was sharing with Simon, one thing that he was profoundly grateful for. He didn’t think that his nerves would be able to copy with sharing a room with Larry, being in close proximity with the man who aroused such confusing feelings in him would be close to unbearable. Thankfully the room was empty and sitting down in one of the chairs he rubbed his face with his hands before staring at his reflection in the mirror, turning his face to brush his lips against his left hand; the hand that had clutched tightly at the hand attached to the arm that Larry had draped over his shoulder while all five of them had posed for photos with a fan. All of the time he’d smiled for the camera his eyes fixed on the photographer while his mind was focussed on the heat of the man pressed up against him, holding him in a light embrace.
The soft click of the door shutting made him jump back, eyes that he didn’t even realise he’d closed shooting open to see Simon stood behind him, his hands resting on the back of the chair, his gaze watching Jim’s in the reflection in the mirror. The silence lengthening until Simon spoke: “When are you going to tell him?”
Swallowing hard, Jim stared at him; his rabbits in the headlights look making Simon smile. He’d had his suspicions for a while but one glance at Jim’s face today had confirmed it. Jim was in love with Larry.