Guy, Hugh and Orlando- Playing Dressup
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rpg_palaceOrlando led the small group into the back of the department store, scanning the busy assistants and models. Grinning, he beckoned them over to the far corner, next to two racks of strangely coloured clothes. A short blonde woman greeted him, and smiled at the others. Orlando turned and gestured to either of them. "Leanne, this is Hugh, and this is Guy." He grinned. "Hope they won't be too much trouble."
Guy smiled winningly at Leanne. "I'm very rarely trouble... almost a saint, I am," he assured her, taking her hand and shaking it. "Hugh on the other hand, well..."
Hugh grinned at Guy. "Just remember who's the talented one here, mate." he chuckled, shaking Leanne's hand. She beamed at them and stood back, ticking their names off a clipboard and handing it to a nearby assistant. "Well, welcome to the show, boys."
Staring around them, taking in all the clothes, everything, Guy looked a little overwhelmed. "So... we just walk out there then back again? Just like that? How the hell does this work anyway?"
Leanne grinned. "It's a lot easier than it looks. For you two, anyway." She motioned to the racks. "These are what we've picked out for you. Orlando sent us your sizes in advance. You change into your clothes, wander out onto the catwalk, flash a smile or three, and come back in here. Then our assistants will change you, and you walk back out there."
"Whoa, they'll change us? Contrary to popular belief, I do know how to dress myself," Guy assured her, scanning the clothes on the rack, mostly with approval.
She laughed. "I bet you do, but you probably couldn't get yourself into an entire outfit in fifteen seconds. Shoes and all." Hugh grinned and folded his arms, chuckling.
"Oh, like you could." Guy muttered, sticking his tongue out at Hugh. "Out of, yes. Into_ well, perhaps not. Much better at getting undressed, really."
Leanne laughed again. "I'll bet. It's really easy though, all you have to do is be helpful and move limbs if the assistants need it." Orlando smiled and put a hand on Guy's shoulder. "You right now? Leanne will take care of you both. I have to go outside and play nice with the photographers."
"Yep. So long as we can keep from tripping and landing on our arses, I think we'll do fine," Guy assured him, grinning. Good luck with 'em_ I can guarantee they'd rather be snapping you than me. Bloody fuckin' gorgeous.
Orlando raised an eyebrow at Guy. "I'll see you lot afterwards." He turned and left, threading a path through the increasing population behind the scenes. Leanne smiled. "Everyone falls over occasionally. Most of our models are the clumsiest people ever, normally."
Guy couldn't resist a snort, his eyes cutting towards Hugh. "I bet." he giggled.
Hugh glared at him over a his rack. "Don't you even think it, mister."
Guy batted his eyelashes innocently. "Why Hugh_ whatever are you talking about?" he said, flicking through the clothes, then looking at Leanne. "So_ what's first?"
Leanne looked down at her clipboard and waved two assistants over. "Okay, we're starting with the easy stuff. Daywear. Then suits, leisurewear and..." she grinned. "Not sure you're gonna love this, but you signed up..."
Looking wary, Guy's eyes flicked towards Hugh again before asking. Okay, how badly is Hugh gonna kick my arse for this one. "Signed up for what, pray tell?"
"Swimwear."
"Swim_ okay, lets see a sample of that right about now," Guy demanded, flipping through his clothing rack and seeing nothing.
Leanne shook her pen at him. "Can't. You have..." she looked down at her watch and motioned the rest of the assistants over. "Three minutes."
Holy shit! Guy stared as the group of assistants came towards them. "So, Hugh... you still gonna fuck me when this is all over?" he asked, smiling hugely.
Hugh grinned sweetly over the rack at him. "I told you. If you're a good boy." He shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to the nearest assistant.
"'M always good," Guy pouted, pulling his sweater over his head, then trying to flatten his hair back down.
Hugh laughed. "Your hair is sticking up at the back. You look like a skunk."
Guy glared at Hugh. "If that is a literal statement and not just a testament to the hair itself, I will END you, Jackman!"
"And I'll turn you blue!" Hugh shouted over the rack, pulling a shirt on.
"Prince Orlando'll have yer arse if you fuck this up, mate." Guy shouted back.
Hugh chuckled. "Yeah yeah. Excuses."
"You're just jealous because I'm better looking then you are." Guy said mildly, whispering to the assistants. "He really is, ya know?"
Hugh smirked and ran a hand through his hair. "I really should introduce you to Paris. She'd like you. High profile..."
"HEY!" Guy's head shot up, almost falling over as he struggled into a pair of pants. "That's not fair_ invoking the devil and all."
Hugh laughed at him and came over to stand at the end of the rack. "She isn't the Devil. Her mother is."
"Fine_ the devil's rat carrying sprat then_ either way! And you're one to talk, mate, 'cause you fucked that one."
Hugh folded his arms. "Come on, quit stuffing around." He pointed a thumb at the door, where the models were filing out onto the catwalk. "'Sides, I could easily introduce her to you."
Guy smoothed the front of his pants, nodding at his appearance in the mirror. "Thanks ever so, but I'll pass. Too much plastic for me. You ready?" he checked, looking at the door.
"Sure." Hugh grinned. "Was ready ages ago." Leanne pointed at the end of the line and led them over to it. "You go out here. Try to spend at least ten seconds at the end of the stage, then come back in this door here." She pointed to the door to their left, a man with a clipboard waiting there.
"We go one at a time?" Guy checked.
"Yep. When one of the models starts to come back, you go down there."
"Great. Hugh volunteers to go first."
Hugh's eyes widened. "You're the star, mate."
"Exactly_ that's why I come first_ prime 'em with you, then me. Also, then if there's anything
slippery out there, you'll fall down, 'n not me!"
Leanne grinned. "There's nothing slippery out there. Go on!" She pointed at the door usher pointing at Guy and beckoning him over.
"Wanker." Guy growled at Hugh, heading over to the usher and smiling, fussing with his pants again. "Okay_ what's the signal again?"
"You're good to go," the usher grinned. "You'll be fine."
Guy let out a quick breath, grinned broadly, and stepped out onto the stage, taking the same path the previous model had, careful to give his hips a bit of a sway.
Orlando was over at the very back, squashed against a wall with the photographers. He grinned at Guy and gave him a thumbs up.
Guy grinned cheekily at Orlando as he reached the end of the stage, pausing and cutting him the wink, walking from one side of the stage to the next and smiling, one hand on one hip, then pivoting around and heading off again.
Hugh grinned and wandered down towards him, controlling the urge to stick out his foot and trip Guy over.
"Not bad, mate. Better'n the towel." Guy muttered as he passed him, heading into the back again. "Okay_ shouldn't someone be groping me about now?" he called out.
A few seconds later Hugh walked past him backstage and grabbed his arm, steering him back over to the racks. "Leanne says we have to come back over here every time," he said over the rack, pulling the shirt over his head.
"Well geez," Guy rolled his eyes, letting Hugh manhandle him over, tossing his shirt to the side. "'S not like I was pissing around on purpose."
"No, of course not." Hugh grinned as the assistant helped him into his shirt. "You do that naturally."
"Yeah, that's probably true," Guy agreed. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"What!?!" Hugh shouted.
"Pissing around naturally_ dropped your name to Orlando and poof! Here you are!" Guy called back, getting stuck in a shirt.
Hugh growled and lifted a foot, almost falling into the rack.
Guy snorted. "Oh c'mon, mate_ 's no fun if you don't crash out there."
"I will NOT fall over!"
"Wonder if your hair would change colour just before you crashed," Guy muttered, doing up his fly and heading for the usher again.
Hugh growled and stalked after him. "Don't tempt me to hurt you."
Guy turned around and grabbed Hugh's arse, grinding up against him. "Oh, you don't wanna hurt
me, do you, beautiful?" he growled, turning around and taking his turn on the catwalk, this time winking at Tyler, a few paces beside Orlando as always.
Hugh muttered the entire way down the catwalk, through gritted teeth. Orlando smiled at them both and looked over at his bodyguard, who was looking mildly interested.
Guy marched back to the right place this time, shirt already over his head when he got there. "How's it going anyway?" he asked Leanne, the music so loud he was having a hard time hearing the audience.
Leanne beamed at him. "You would not believe the amount of ladies out there who recognize you!" she grinned. "Both of you!" she added, as Hugh came back. "You're doing fantastically."
"Well, Hugh is quite popular with the ladies, you know," Guy said confidentially to Leanne, despite the fact that he made no attempt to lower his voice.
Leanne chuckled at the grumbling that came over the other rack. "Actually, you're quite a winner yourself. Take a proper look around when you're next out there."
"Saw Orlando's shadow. He's a pretty one... big though." Guy murmured, getting used to allowing himself to be dressed.
Leanne nodded. "There are several men in the audience, too. And please, don't forget the journalists!" She grinned, and excused herself as she was called over by another.
"Oh Christ. I had forgotten about the journalists," Guy groaned, rumpling up his hair. "Hey Hugh_ wanna be the new Face? It's great fun_ I promise!"
"What? No! Too much work for Orlando, having to redo the brochures and all!" Hugh called, taking off to the doors.
"Lazy bastards all," Guy sighed, following behind Hugh, pausing and turning as they passed each other to slap his arse, smirking at the catcalls from the audience.
Hugh rolled his eyes and laughed, swaggering back past the usher and chasing Guy over to the racks. "You'll do anything to get your picture taken, won't you?!" He accused, grinning.
"Like I have to work hard for that, beautiful," Guy shot back.
Hugh rolled his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in the suit he was wearing. "Hate suits."
"It looks sexy, mate. Hate it or not, you've got the arse to pull it off." Guy proclaimed.
"Thanks," Hugh grinned. "But I feel like a penguin."
"A sexy penguin. Oooh! If you do a penguin walk out there, I'll, like, fuck you or something!"
Guy promised, his eyes wide and excited.
"Nuh uh." Hugh shook his head. "No way, no how."
"You're no fun," Guy pouted, adjusting his tie and joining Hugh. "Make a noise like a penguin?"
"No."
"Prat." Guy hissed, heading onto the stage again with a blinding smile.
Orlando beamed up at them, half hidden by the photographers who all bustled closer for a decent shot.
Guy mugged for the camera's, taking a few seconds longer then the allotted ten, then heading back again, half shaking his head at himself.
"What?" Hugh asked, standing behind him. "Something up?"
"I'm a bloody camera whore," Guy sighed, never losing the grin.
"That's not such a bad thing, with your new job." Hugh grinned.
"No, probably not," Guy admitted. "I mean, I knew I was shameless, but Christ!"
"You're gonna be all over the paper tomorrow morning, you realize?" Hugh asked, throwing his jacket off.
"What about you!" Guy demanded, struggling with his tie. "You're out there too, ya know. And your hair hasn't changed colour once."
"Yeah, but you're the Palace Boy!"
"The brochure's are really finished?" Guy said, looking over at Hugh.
"Published days ago!" Hugh said, surprised. "You haven't been downstairs?"
"No_ I was dealing with the backlog of clients from when I was a dumbarse and had meself scheduled for over half the day," Guy admitted, flushing a little. "I mean, I saw the proofs and everything I just didn't know it was already out there!"
"Your agent is faster 'n you think!"
"My agent has his former 'face' clambering to get out of the spotlight, 'course my agent is fast!" Guy snorted, still grinning.
Hugh chuckled. "Come on, quick!" He motioned to the door.
Guy scurried along behind Hugh, darting out just as it was their turn again.
Hugh grinned and attempted a spin at the end of the catwalk, and didn't trip over. "This is fun!" he laughed.
"You just watch_ you'll start singing along to the music next," Guy giggled, doing a bit of a shimmy.
"I won't." Hugh blushed. "I'd scare people!"
"Pfft! I've heard you sing in the shower before," Guy brushed aside the protest, smirking at Hugh's blush.
Hugh blushed harder. "I'm not that good!"
"Tell ya what_ we work up a duet for next time, yeah?" Guy promised, bumping hips with Hugh before heading for the clothes racks again.
"You sing?" Hugh asked.
Guy cut him the wink. "Just not in the shower."
"There is nothing wrong with showers!" Hugh grinned.
"I'm just saying that's why I've heard you and you've not heard me."
"Okay, now that's mean. Sing something!"
"No! We've gotta go out there and shake our cute lil arses and stuff!" Guy protested, hauling said cute lil arse over to the door.
Hugh grumbled and wrestled with his shirt. "When we come back in here..."
"Hmm? Sorry, what's that? Can't hear you_ music too loud." Guy said, bolting out onto the stage.
Hugh smirked and followed him out, hands in his pockets.
Guy made eye contact with Orlando again. Can't believe that one is off in a corner_ if anyone should be up here strutting around all pretty_like it's him. He thought, shaking his head slightly to dispel the image of Orlando in the tux Hugh had been wearing.
As Hugh passed him, he leaned over slightly. "Why's the Prince looking at you odd?"
Guy shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe he's looking at you odd_ or maybe my zip isn't done up."
Hugh laughed and followed him over to the racks. "The photographers would be taking even more photos then, mate."
"Lord_ could you imagine the reaction if we went out there starkers?" Guy shook his head and shuddered.
"Ah, see, that's why we're doing swimwear!"
"Oh fuck I'd forgotten about that!" Guy groaned, slapping his forehead.
Hugh pointed at the assistant coming towards him.
Guy's eyes widened, raising his hand to cover a smile. "That is not a swimsuit, mate. That's...
Well, that's something else entirely."
"It's yours." Hugh grinned.
"Where's yours!" Guy demanded.
Hugh laughed. "I already got 'em."
"No bloody way. Three options here_ we both wear that thing, I get a pair of what he's got, or I go
out starkers." Guy folded his arms, looking stubborn. Hugh gets board shorts and I'm supposed to wear... he shuddered again.
Hugh grinned over the rack at him. "You've got the arse for it."
"I know I've got the arse for it_ that's hardly the point!" Guy protested, standing naked beside the rack swatting the hands of the assistant bringing the swimsuit near him.
Hugh giggled. "Come on, we gotta be up there in a sec!"
Guy turned to Leanne, his eyes pleading.
Leanne chuckled and shook her head. "You gotta sweetie."
Guy glared at everyone, snatching the suit from the dresser and yanking it on himself. "Dear god_ this is positively indecent!" he gasped staring at it in horror. "Screw this_ I'm goin' starkers_ it'll be better," he said, reaching for the waistband.
Hugh laughed and pressed his forehead against the top rail of the rack.
"Shut it you_ there will be payback for this_ I guarantee it!" Guy paused from his attempt to remove the suit to point and glare at Hugh.
Hugh grinned. "After you, sir!"
"Fine!" Guy gave up, stomping over to the door and fishing the suit out of places it wasn't meant to be. "But you owe me for this." Hands on his hips, hips swaying with every step, Guy walked out on stage.
Hugh laughed and bit his tongue.
Guy paused at the end of the catwalk and blew a kiss to the audience before walking back off again, arse wiggling the whole way.
Hugh beamed at the crowd and followed him back in. "See, wasn't so bad?"
"Okay, then let switch for the next one and YOU can wear it out there_ how will that be? Leanne, I think it's only fair really." Guy argues.
Leanne laughed. "Sorry, Guy. I think that's just about it!"
Guy put on a huge dramatic pout. "Can I have my pants then?" he asked brightly, fishing the suit out again.
An assistant handed Guy his clothing back. Hugh grinned at him and pulled on his shirt.
"See? And you were worried," Guy scoffed at Hugh, holding the suit far away from him with his thumb and forefinger. "Burn that," he advised the assistant.
Hugh laughed harder and shook his head. "Now now! You liked that! I saw you!"
"I liked the attention_ that's different." Guy explained, as if to a small child.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Yep."
"Wanker." Guy stuck his tongue out, pulling his pants up and zipping them tight.
Hugh shook his head. "I've got you to do that for me!"
"Only if you're a very good boy." Guy purred.
Hugh beamed at him. Orlando wandered over, followed by Tyler, grinning. "Hey you lot!" he said cheerfully.
"Hey there, boss!" Guy grinned. "Next time we do this_ I want a no that_thing clause in my ... whatever the hell I have." Guy said, pointing at the abandoned suit. "That or Hugh has to wear one too."
Orlando raised an eyebrow. "Why? Didn't you hear everyone screaming?"
"I_ that_ it..." Guy sighed and folded his arms. "Shoulda gone starkers."
Orlando blinked. "And cause a riot?"
Guy blushed hard and pointed at Hugh. "Not one word outta you, mister!"
Hugh shrugged and bit his tongue.
Guy looked back at Orlando. "So_ no naked then?" he teased. Don't think of him naked, don't think of him... oh dammit.
Orlando gave Guy the strangest look. "I don't think I'd advise it."
"Guess not. Keep that a pay_to_play service space. So_ I get to keep any of these clothes_ apart from that thing?" Guy asked, smiling at Orlando, wondering what that look was all about. Not being any stranger then usual he pondered.
Orlando shrugged. "You'd have to ask Leanne."
Guy turned around and batted his eyes at Leanne.
Leanne sighed. "Alright. One thing."
"Well.... I know Hugh wants to keep his tux..."
"No I don't!" Hugh cried. "But Guy loves his swimwear sooo much..."
"You are seriously risking any chance of ever fucking me again," Guy hissed through his teeth, unable to keep the smile out of his eyes.
"I am not." Hugh insisted. "'Sides, it looked good on you. Honest."
"Oh please_ what doesn't look good on me," Guy scoffed, grabbing a pair of deep blue jeans and a matching top. "It counts as one thing because it's one outfit," he explained.
Leanne smiled. "Alright. Hugh? Want anything?" Hugh shrugged. "No idea," he grinned. "My daughter does this stuff, not me."
Guy sighed and handed Hugh a pair of black slacks and a green button down shirt. "He wants that." he said. "Trust me."
"Alright." Hugh said, raising an eyebrow.
"What! I've got taste, I've got style, and you'll look good in it. Ask Kate_ see what she says," Guy said decisively.
Hugh smiled. "Yeah, alright. I'll trust you. Once."
"We done boss? I don't have to sign people's arses with felt markers or anything this time?" Guy said, turning and grinning at Orlando.
"Not unless you really, really want." Orlando grinned.
"Nah, I saw some of those old birds out there, and I think we're about done for the day. Home it
is!" Guy crowed.
Hugh laughed. "Hell yes! My feet hurt!" Orlando giggled and shook his head. "Mad," he muttered.
"Two words for ya mate," Guy said, pausing for emphasis. "Blame. Sean."
Orlando laughed. "I'll tell him you said that."
"Bugger."
Guy smiled winningly at Leanne. "I'm very rarely trouble... almost a saint, I am," he assured her, taking her hand and shaking it. "Hugh on the other hand, well..."
Hugh grinned at Guy. "Just remember who's the talented one here, mate." he chuckled, shaking Leanne's hand. She beamed at them and stood back, ticking their names off a clipboard and handing it to a nearby assistant. "Well, welcome to the show, boys."
Staring around them, taking in all the clothes, everything, Guy looked a little overwhelmed. "So... we just walk out there then back again? Just like that? How the hell does this work anyway?"
Leanne grinned. "It's a lot easier than it looks. For you two, anyway." She motioned to the racks. "These are what we've picked out for you. Orlando sent us your sizes in advance. You change into your clothes, wander out onto the catwalk, flash a smile or three, and come back in here. Then our assistants will change you, and you walk back out there."
"Whoa, they'll change us? Contrary to popular belief, I do know how to dress myself," Guy assured her, scanning the clothes on the rack, mostly with approval.
She laughed. "I bet you do, but you probably couldn't get yourself into an entire outfit in fifteen seconds. Shoes and all." Hugh grinned and folded his arms, chuckling.
"Oh, like you could." Guy muttered, sticking his tongue out at Hugh. "Out of, yes. Into_ well, perhaps not. Much better at getting undressed, really."
Leanne laughed again. "I'll bet. It's really easy though, all you have to do is be helpful and move limbs if the assistants need it." Orlando smiled and put a hand on Guy's shoulder. "You right now? Leanne will take care of you both. I have to go outside and play nice with the photographers."
"Yep. So long as we can keep from tripping and landing on our arses, I think we'll do fine," Guy assured him, grinning. Good luck with 'em_ I can guarantee they'd rather be snapping you than me. Bloody fuckin' gorgeous.
Orlando raised an eyebrow at Guy. "I'll see you lot afterwards." He turned and left, threading a path through the increasing population behind the scenes. Leanne smiled. "Everyone falls over occasionally. Most of our models are the clumsiest people ever, normally."
Guy couldn't resist a snort, his eyes cutting towards Hugh. "I bet." he giggled.
Hugh glared at him over a his rack. "Don't you even think it, mister."
Guy batted his eyelashes innocently. "Why Hugh_ whatever are you talking about?" he said, flicking through the clothes, then looking at Leanne. "So_ what's first?"
Leanne looked down at her clipboard and waved two assistants over. "Okay, we're starting with the easy stuff. Daywear. Then suits, leisurewear and..." she grinned. "Not sure you're gonna love this, but you signed up..."
Looking wary, Guy's eyes flicked towards Hugh again before asking. Okay, how badly is Hugh gonna kick my arse for this one. "Signed up for what, pray tell?"
"Swimwear."
"Swim_ okay, lets see a sample of that right about now," Guy demanded, flipping through his clothing rack and seeing nothing.
Leanne shook her pen at him. "Can't. You have..." she looked down at her watch and motioned the rest of the assistants over. "Three minutes."
Holy shit! Guy stared as the group of assistants came towards them. "So, Hugh... you still gonna fuck me when this is all over?" he asked, smiling hugely.
Hugh grinned sweetly over the rack at him. "I told you. If you're a good boy." He shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to the nearest assistant.
"'M always good," Guy pouted, pulling his sweater over his head, then trying to flatten his hair back down.
Hugh laughed. "Your hair is sticking up at the back. You look like a skunk."
Guy glared at Hugh. "If that is a literal statement and not just a testament to the hair itself, I will END you, Jackman!"
"And I'll turn you blue!" Hugh shouted over the rack, pulling a shirt on.
"Prince Orlando'll have yer arse if you fuck this up, mate." Guy shouted back.
Hugh chuckled. "Yeah yeah. Excuses."
"You're just jealous because I'm better looking then you are." Guy said mildly, whispering to the assistants. "He really is, ya know?"
Hugh smirked and ran a hand through his hair. "I really should introduce you to Paris. She'd like you. High profile..."
"HEY!" Guy's head shot up, almost falling over as he struggled into a pair of pants. "That's not fair_ invoking the devil and all."
Hugh laughed at him and came over to stand at the end of the rack. "She isn't the Devil. Her mother is."
"Fine_ the devil's rat carrying sprat then_ either way! And you're one to talk, mate, 'cause you fucked that one."
Hugh folded his arms. "Come on, quit stuffing around." He pointed a thumb at the door, where the models were filing out onto the catwalk. "'Sides, I could easily introduce her to you."
Guy smoothed the front of his pants, nodding at his appearance in the mirror. "Thanks ever so, but I'll pass. Too much plastic for me. You ready?" he checked, looking at the door.
"Sure." Hugh grinned. "Was ready ages ago." Leanne pointed at the end of the line and led them over to it. "You go out here. Try to spend at least ten seconds at the end of the stage, then come back in this door here." She pointed to the door to their left, a man with a clipboard waiting there.
"We go one at a time?" Guy checked.
"Yep. When one of the models starts to come back, you go down there."
"Great. Hugh volunteers to go first."
Hugh's eyes widened. "You're the star, mate."
"Exactly_ that's why I come first_ prime 'em with you, then me. Also, then if there's anything
slippery out there, you'll fall down, 'n not me!"
Leanne grinned. "There's nothing slippery out there. Go on!" She pointed at the door usher pointing at Guy and beckoning him over.
"Wanker." Guy growled at Hugh, heading over to the usher and smiling, fussing with his pants again. "Okay_ what's the signal again?"
"You're good to go," the usher grinned. "You'll be fine."
Guy let out a quick breath, grinned broadly, and stepped out onto the stage, taking the same path the previous model had, careful to give his hips a bit of a sway.
Orlando was over at the very back, squashed against a wall with the photographers. He grinned at Guy and gave him a thumbs up.
Guy grinned cheekily at Orlando as he reached the end of the stage, pausing and cutting him the wink, walking from one side of the stage to the next and smiling, one hand on one hip, then pivoting around and heading off again.
Hugh grinned and wandered down towards him, controlling the urge to stick out his foot and trip Guy over.
"Not bad, mate. Better'n the towel." Guy muttered as he passed him, heading into the back again. "Okay_ shouldn't someone be groping me about now?" he called out.
A few seconds later Hugh walked past him backstage and grabbed his arm, steering him back over to the racks. "Leanne says we have to come back over here every time," he said over the rack, pulling the shirt over his head.
"Well geez," Guy rolled his eyes, letting Hugh manhandle him over, tossing his shirt to the side. "'S not like I was pissing around on purpose."
"No, of course not." Hugh grinned as the assistant helped him into his shirt. "You do that naturally."
"Yeah, that's probably true," Guy agreed. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"What!?!" Hugh shouted.
"Pissing around naturally_ dropped your name to Orlando and poof! Here you are!" Guy called back, getting stuck in a shirt.
Hugh growled and lifted a foot, almost falling into the rack.
Guy snorted. "Oh c'mon, mate_ 's no fun if you don't crash out there."
"I will NOT fall over!"
"Wonder if your hair would change colour just before you crashed," Guy muttered, doing up his fly and heading for the usher again.
Hugh growled and stalked after him. "Don't tempt me to hurt you."
Guy turned around and grabbed Hugh's arse, grinding up against him. "Oh, you don't wanna hurt
me, do you, beautiful?" he growled, turning around and taking his turn on the catwalk, this time winking at Tyler, a few paces beside Orlando as always.
Hugh muttered the entire way down the catwalk, through gritted teeth. Orlando smiled at them both and looked over at his bodyguard, who was looking mildly interested.
Guy marched back to the right place this time, shirt already over his head when he got there. "How's it going anyway?" he asked Leanne, the music so loud he was having a hard time hearing the audience.
Leanne beamed at him. "You would not believe the amount of ladies out there who recognize you!" she grinned. "Both of you!" she added, as Hugh came back. "You're doing fantastically."
"Well, Hugh is quite popular with the ladies, you know," Guy said confidentially to Leanne, despite the fact that he made no attempt to lower his voice.
Leanne chuckled at the grumbling that came over the other rack. "Actually, you're quite a winner yourself. Take a proper look around when you're next out there."
"Saw Orlando's shadow. He's a pretty one... big though." Guy murmured, getting used to allowing himself to be dressed.
Leanne nodded. "There are several men in the audience, too. And please, don't forget the journalists!" She grinned, and excused herself as she was called over by another.
"Oh Christ. I had forgotten about the journalists," Guy groaned, rumpling up his hair. "Hey Hugh_ wanna be the new Face? It's great fun_ I promise!"
"What? No! Too much work for Orlando, having to redo the brochures and all!" Hugh called, taking off to the doors.
"Lazy bastards all," Guy sighed, following behind Hugh, pausing and turning as they passed each other to slap his arse, smirking at the catcalls from the audience.
Hugh rolled his eyes and laughed, swaggering back past the usher and chasing Guy over to the racks. "You'll do anything to get your picture taken, won't you?!" He accused, grinning.
"Like I have to work hard for that, beautiful," Guy shot back.
Hugh rolled his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in the suit he was wearing. "Hate suits."
"It looks sexy, mate. Hate it or not, you've got the arse to pull it off." Guy proclaimed.
"Thanks," Hugh grinned. "But I feel like a penguin."
"A sexy penguin. Oooh! If you do a penguin walk out there, I'll, like, fuck you or something!"
Guy promised, his eyes wide and excited.
"Nuh uh." Hugh shook his head. "No way, no how."
"You're no fun," Guy pouted, adjusting his tie and joining Hugh. "Make a noise like a penguin?"
"No."
"Prat." Guy hissed, heading onto the stage again with a blinding smile.
Orlando beamed up at them, half hidden by the photographers who all bustled closer for a decent shot.
Guy mugged for the camera's, taking a few seconds longer then the allotted ten, then heading back again, half shaking his head at himself.
"What?" Hugh asked, standing behind him. "Something up?"
"I'm a bloody camera whore," Guy sighed, never losing the grin.
"That's not such a bad thing, with your new job." Hugh grinned.
"No, probably not," Guy admitted. "I mean, I knew I was shameless, but Christ!"
"You're gonna be all over the paper tomorrow morning, you realize?" Hugh asked, throwing his jacket off.
"What about you!" Guy demanded, struggling with his tie. "You're out there too, ya know. And your hair hasn't changed colour once."
"Yeah, but you're the Palace Boy!"
"The brochure's are really finished?" Guy said, looking over at Hugh.
"Published days ago!" Hugh said, surprised. "You haven't been downstairs?"
"No_ I was dealing with the backlog of clients from when I was a dumbarse and had meself scheduled for over half the day," Guy admitted, flushing a little. "I mean, I saw the proofs and everything I just didn't know it was already out there!"
"Your agent is faster 'n you think!"
"My agent has his former 'face' clambering to get out of the spotlight, 'course my agent is fast!" Guy snorted, still grinning.
Hugh chuckled. "Come on, quick!" He motioned to the door.
Guy scurried along behind Hugh, darting out just as it was their turn again.
Hugh grinned and attempted a spin at the end of the catwalk, and didn't trip over. "This is fun!" he laughed.
"You just watch_ you'll start singing along to the music next," Guy giggled, doing a bit of a shimmy.
"I won't." Hugh blushed. "I'd scare people!"
"Pfft! I've heard you sing in the shower before," Guy brushed aside the protest, smirking at Hugh's blush.
Hugh blushed harder. "I'm not that good!"
"Tell ya what_ we work up a duet for next time, yeah?" Guy promised, bumping hips with Hugh before heading for the clothes racks again.
"You sing?" Hugh asked.
Guy cut him the wink. "Just not in the shower."
"There is nothing wrong with showers!" Hugh grinned.
"I'm just saying that's why I've heard you and you've not heard me."
"Okay, now that's mean. Sing something!"
"No! We've gotta go out there and shake our cute lil arses and stuff!" Guy protested, hauling said cute lil arse over to the door.
Hugh grumbled and wrestled with his shirt. "When we come back in here..."
"Hmm? Sorry, what's that? Can't hear you_ music too loud." Guy said, bolting out onto the stage.
Hugh smirked and followed him out, hands in his pockets.
Guy made eye contact with Orlando again. Can't believe that one is off in a corner_ if anyone should be up here strutting around all pretty_like it's him. He thought, shaking his head slightly to dispel the image of Orlando in the tux Hugh had been wearing.
As Hugh passed him, he leaned over slightly. "Why's the Prince looking at you odd?"
Guy shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe he's looking at you odd_ or maybe my zip isn't done up."
Hugh laughed and followed him over to the racks. "The photographers would be taking even more photos then, mate."
"Lord_ could you imagine the reaction if we went out there starkers?" Guy shook his head and shuddered.
"Ah, see, that's why we're doing swimwear!"
"Oh fuck I'd forgotten about that!" Guy groaned, slapping his forehead.
Hugh pointed at the assistant coming towards him.
Guy's eyes widened, raising his hand to cover a smile. "That is not a swimsuit, mate. That's...
Well, that's something else entirely."
"It's yours." Hugh grinned.
"Where's yours!" Guy demanded.
Hugh laughed. "I already got 'em."
"No bloody way. Three options here_ we both wear that thing, I get a pair of what he's got, or I go
out starkers." Guy folded his arms, looking stubborn. Hugh gets board shorts and I'm supposed to wear... he shuddered again.
Hugh grinned over the rack at him. "You've got the arse for it."
"I know I've got the arse for it_ that's hardly the point!" Guy protested, standing naked beside the rack swatting the hands of the assistant bringing the swimsuit near him.
Hugh giggled. "Come on, we gotta be up there in a sec!"
Guy turned to Leanne, his eyes pleading.
Leanne chuckled and shook her head. "You gotta sweetie."
Guy glared at everyone, snatching the suit from the dresser and yanking it on himself. "Dear god_ this is positively indecent!" he gasped staring at it in horror. "Screw this_ I'm goin' starkers_ it'll be better," he said, reaching for the waistband.
Hugh laughed and pressed his forehead against the top rail of the rack.
"Shut it you_ there will be payback for this_ I guarantee it!" Guy paused from his attempt to remove the suit to point and glare at Hugh.
Hugh grinned. "After you, sir!"
"Fine!" Guy gave up, stomping over to the door and fishing the suit out of places it wasn't meant to be. "But you owe me for this." Hands on his hips, hips swaying with every step, Guy walked out on stage.
Hugh laughed and bit his tongue.
Guy paused at the end of the catwalk and blew a kiss to the audience before walking back off again, arse wiggling the whole way.
Hugh beamed at the crowd and followed him back in. "See, wasn't so bad?"
"Okay, then let switch for the next one and YOU can wear it out there_ how will that be? Leanne, I think it's only fair really." Guy argues.
Leanne laughed. "Sorry, Guy. I think that's just about it!"
Guy put on a huge dramatic pout. "Can I have my pants then?" he asked brightly, fishing the suit out again.
An assistant handed Guy his clothing back. Hugh grinned at him and pulled on his shirt.
"See? And you were worried," Guy scoffed at Hugh, holding the suit far away from him with his thumb and forefinger. "Burn that," he advised the assistant.
Hugh laughed harder and shook his head. "Now now! You liked that! I saw you!"
"I liked the attention_ that's different." Guy explained, as if to a small child.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Yep."
"Wanker." Guy stuck his tongue out, pulling his pants up and zipping them tight.
Hugh shook his head. "I've got you to do that for me!"
"Only if you're a very good boy." Guy purred.
Hugh beamed at him. Orlando wandered over, followed by Tyler, grinning. "Hey you lot!" he said cheerfully.
"Hey there, boss!" Guy grinned. "Next time we do this_ I want a no that_thing clause in my ... whatever the hell I have." Guy said, pointing at the abandoned suit. "That or Hugh has to wear one too."
Orlando raised an eyebrow. "Why? Didn't you hear everyone screaming?"
"I_ that_ it..." Guy sighed and folded his arms. "Shoulda gone starkers."
Orlando blinked. "And cause a riot?"
Guy blushed hard and pointed at Hugh. "Not one word outta you, mister!"
Hugh shrugged and bit his tongue.
Guy looked back at Orlando. "So_ no naked then?" he teased. Don't think of him naked, don't think of him... oh dammit.
Orlando gave Guy the strangest look. "I don't think I'd advise it."
"Guess not. Keep that a pay_to_play service space. So_ I get to keep any of these clothes_ apart from that thing?" Guy asked, smiling at Orlando, wondering what that look was all about. Not being any stranger then usual he pondered.
Orlando shrugged. "You'd have to ask Leanne."
Guy turned around and batted his eyes at Leanne.
Leanne sighed. "Alright. One thing."
"Well.... I know Hugh wants to keep his tux..."
"No I don't!" Hugh cried. "But Guy loves his swimwear sooo much..."
"You are seriously risking any chance of ever fucking me again," Guy hissed through his teeth, unable to keep the smile out of his eyes.
"I am not." Hugh insisted. "'Sides, it looked good on you. Honest."
"Oh please_ what doesn't look good on me," Guy scoffed, grabbing a pair of deep blue jeans and a matching top. "It counts as one thing because it's one outfit," he explained.
Leanne smiled. "Alright. Hugh? Want anything?" Hugh shrugged. "No idea," he grinned. "My daughter does this stuff, not me."
Guy sighed and handed Hugh a pair of black slacks and a green button down shirt. "He wants that." he said. "Trust me."
"Alright." Hugh said, raising an eyebrow.
"What! I've got taste, I've got style, and you'll look good in it. Ask Kate_ see what she says," Guy said decisively.
Hugh smiled. "Yeah, alright. I'll trust you. Once."
"We done boss? I don't have to sign people's arses with felt markers or anything this time?" Guy said, turning and grinning at Orlando.
"Not unless you really, really want." Orlando grinned.
"Nah, I saw some of those old birds out there, and I think we're about done for the day. Home it
is!" Guy crowed.
Hugh laughed. "Hell yes! My feet hurt!" Orlando giggled and shook his head. "Mad," he muttered.
"Two words for ya mate," Guy said, pausing for emphasis. "Blame. Sean."
Orlando laughed. "I'll tell him you said that."
"Bugger."
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Date: 2005-03-24 10:22 am (UTC)And I love Hugh and Guy's interaction - silly, totally masculine, big goofballs one upping each other.
Good one!
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Date: 2005-03-25 01:29 pm (UTC)Guy fussing over the bathing suit was a hoot. I'm assuming it was a thong...? I'll bet he looked hot in it, too. [grin] Hugh was fun, too -- we need to see more of him. [Angie leans on Adrian]
Angie
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Date: 2005-03-26 05:29 pm (UTC)Guy the camera whore.. hehe
Wish Hugh would have sung.. or made penguin noises at least!!! hehe!! not sure what a penguin noise is.... *snort*
Good one!