Hugh and Guy- Lunch.

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Guy knocked smartly on the door to Hugh's office, leaning up against the wall opposite and smirking, thumbs tucked against his waistband.

"Yep?" Hugh called out, turning the stereo down and leaning back in his chair.

"If you wouldn't mind keeping that dreadful racket at a more manageable level, please?" Guy aimed his voice at the door, tone haughty. "Some of us are trying to work."

"You? Work?! Pull the other one!" Hugh laughed, standing up and moving to open the door.

"Hey- I work," Guy sniffed, then broke into a grin, giving Hugh a smacking kiss. "Just keep my priorities straight is all."

Hugh snorted again. "That I will believe when I see it."

"Where's the boss man?" Guy peeked around the corner, looking for Michael. "You all here by your lonesome?"

"Unfortuantely yes. He ducked out to go deliver something...can't remember what." Hugh sighed. "What time is it? I'm starving."

"If you're starving, then it's lunchtime," Guy grabbed Hugh by the arm and started to march him out of the office.

"Alright, alright!" Hugh laughed. "I can walk on my own, thanks!"

"You're poky," Guy accused. "Faster like this. Where you want anyway?"

"Just lead me to food, damn you."

Guy laughed, steering Hugh to the cafeteria, sighing happily when they were both seated with a plate in front of them. "Finally!"

"Damn right," Hugh grinned around a mouthful.

"So how you doin' anyway?" Guy asked, actually remembering to swallow before speaking. "Keeping busy?"

"Yeah, like usual. Haven't had many clients lately, but yeah."

"I've had to cut down again," Guy sighed. "This balancing two jobs is tricky, eh?"

"Yeah, well. Seen any remotely interesting clients?"
"Keep having to turn people away," Guy sighed. "Had one up in Palace not long ago though- that was a good time. Bloody love it up there."

"Lucky bastard." Hugh smirked, taking a sip of his soda.
"Hey- I never asked to make two- it just kind of happened," Guy protested. "How 'bout you?"

"Mmmm," Hugh poked his fork into his food. "Had one the other day, and I kinda did something stupid."

"What? Introduce him to your ex-wife?" Guy teased, ducking.
"Uh, worse." Hugh muttered, attempting to stab Guy with his fork.

"Hey- be nice!" Guy fended him off. "What's worse than that?"

"Let's see...my hair going a different colour?"

"With a client?" Guy's eyes went wide before he started giggling.

"Yes, with a client, you fool." Hugh shook his head.

"Well hell, Hugh - it's gone funny colours with me before, I'm assuming you spend time with folk other'n clients. Could have been someone coming in to see Michael or something," Guy sniffed.

"That has yet to happen." Hugh insisted. "So far it's just you and Kate and possibly Michael who've seen me do stupid things with my hair unintentionally!"

"Oooh, who was it then?" Guy poked. "He must have been special. He make strange at it?"

"It was just a client!" Hugh blushed. "And he thought it was funny, thankyou,"

"Well, that's good. 'Though I can't see any reason for people to get all fussed up about hair. Plus, most of the shades you turn are quite good on you," Guy grinned.

"I should turn your hair pink. Or make you look like you're wearing your favourite pair of swimmers again, remember those?" Hugh smirked.

"Hey! I haven't done anything yet!" Guy protested. "And don't be going and mentioning those- I swear I get nightmares over them."

Hugh grinned. "Well, I still get questions about them. People asking if you kept 'em!"

"No!" Guy said firmly, his cheeks going slightly red. "I certainly did not!"

"Liar!" Hugh teased. "You're probably wearing them right now!"

"I am not! Hell, I'll prove it to you right now if I have to," Guy huffed, getting up out of his seat and reaching for the tie on his pants.

"I'm trying to bloody eat, you fool." Hugh laughed.

"Well, I'll go get some caramel syrup- you didn't mind food and naked when I had that," Guy smirked, sitting down again. "Anyway, I have them because that ... person who did the thing with the fashion parade mailed them to me. They're somewhere in a drawer, haven't seen 'em since."
"You're fucking joking?!" Hugh's eyes went wide. "I was kidding."

"God- wish I was," Guy shivered. "It was about a week later, and I got this wee package in the mail with 'em in it. Terrifying things. Also pictures of me in them, with a request for them to be autographed."

Hugh tried to supress his laughter, but just couldn't. "You...are fucking...kidding!!"

"Do you honestly think I'd make this up!"

"Did you...sign them and..." Hugh giggled, shaking his head.

"Oh fuck you," Guy stuck his tongue out at Hugh. "What happened to making fun of you over lunch?"

"We're not making fun of me anymore. So, what'd you do with them?"

Guy narrowed his eyes. "Sent better ones."

Hugh laughed. "You...stupid...you kept them?!"

"I ... they ended up somewhere! I signed and sent back some of those publicity ones that we did here- they're better pics, and my ass looks good in them!"

Hugh grinned. "If you do say so yourself."

"Hey- I've heard it said by others too. You telling my my ass doesn't look good in those pics?" Guy put his hands on his hips and glared at Hugh, sides of his lips twitching as he tried not to laugh.

"I didn't say it didn't," Hugh smirked.

"Well, tell me what you do think then," Guy pushed, getting up and turning around, looking over his shoulder at Hugh.

"What, that you have a nice ass?"

"So you do think I have a nice ass."

"Would you hurt me if I said no?"

Guy squeaked and turned around, jaw dropping open, his expression transitioning into a pout.
"With that reaction, you do have a nice ass." Hugh grinned, leaning back.

Guy pouted harder. "Hate you," he said, dropping down in his chair with a thump.

"No you don't. Who would you have to tease?"

"How 'come your hair went colours?" he said, transitioning back to that conversation.

"It happens when I get nervous, YOU should know that!"

"I do know that- that's why I'm asking," Guy leaned in. "Since when do clients make you nervous? Someone new?"

"Well, yeah. It was someone new, but I've never gotten nervous over a client!" Hugh defended himself.

"Weird. He any good?"

"Uh, yeah."

Guy kicked Hugh under the table. "Am I gonna have to pry details out of you? Anyone I know?"

"Oh god..." Hugh paused, before he went bright red. "This is ALL YOUR FAULT!!"

"Huh? How the hell is it my fault!" Guy looked confused. "How come I'm getting the blame?"

"Because you suggested him to see me!" Hugh groaned.

"I did?" Guy looked blank, then cocked his head to the side. "Wait... someone recently?"

"James Marsters ring any bells?"

"James!" Guy grinned, nodding his head. "James is a top bloke- hell of a fuck too. Hurt like a bitch not to be able to take the booking, but last time I overextended myself, I got all tired looking and less pretty. It was a good session then?"

"Until my hair went funny colours."

"Just out of the clear blue... did he compliment you or something?"

"He made me blush, that's for sure."

"Like that takes much... just gotta start talking about your ass, or how good you fuck, and you're off," Guy snorted.

"Don't make me hurt you!" Hugh blushed.

"Awww! But it's so fun to make you all pretties," Guy blew kisses at Hugh. "So- have I lost a client then? He booking again?"

"He said he was." Hugh smirked.

"Lucky bastard," Guy pouted. "This balancing two jobs things is bloody hard."

"You don't say?" Hugh laughed.

"Yeah, guess I'm preaching to the choir," Guy sighed. "So am I forgiven for making your hair plaid or whatever?"

"Yellow." Hugh pouted. "And yes, I suppose."

"Brilliant," Guy beamed. "Then we're all perfect."

"Hardly, but we'll live."
"Plus, you have a shiny new client. Which way you play- he fuck you?"

"Nope, but maybe next time." Hugh grinned.

"Oooh... you're in for a treat then," Guy shivered dramatically.

"Bastard." Hugh leaned over and smacked him lightly in the arm.

"Hey! Not allowed to hit me- you're going to get him again!" Guy pouted.

"Don't spoil it, you."

"Oh, and how could I possibly do that," Guy scoffed.

"Quite easily, I know you too well." Hugh smiled innocently.

"I am a perfect gentleman and an angel all combined. I'm an angel-gentleman, actually."

"Your wings have fallen off, Sparky."

"Ah, dammit. Shouldn't have gone with the cheap set," Guy sighed.

Hugh laughed. "You're crazy, you know?

"'Course. But if I wasn't, I wouldnt' be me," Guy smiled.

"Honestly, you're fine just as you are."

"And that's the sweetest thing you've said to me all day," Guy said sincerely, leaning forward and giving Hugh a kiss. "So I'm gonna leave on a high note. Tell Michael I sent him an updated set of roster info for me, okay?"

"Sure." Hugh laughed, giving Guy a swat on the ass.

Guy yelped, then turned back with a cheeky grin. "Knew you loved my ass," he said airily, turning and starting to walk away.

"Such a nice ass it is...I'll have to buy you those swimmers for Christmas...."

"Fuck you!" Guy called back cheerfully.

"Pleeeease!" Hugh called after him. "Bastard, I'll see you later!"
"Oh, you better believe it," Guy hollered, then headed further. "I think Hugh needs a present... wonder if those lovely swim shorts would fit him," he murmured to himself.