Tubs! Take a look
inside at our hot tub hotties!
Matt smothered a laugh, Rick kept a
studiously straight face, and Daniel delivered his
line without missing a beat. The director called
"cut", and Daniel immediately turned to Rick and
delivered a mock spanking with the rolled-up
magazine.
Everyone laughed, and Matt felt his bad mood
fading as it always did in the face of Rick's
practical jokes. Ever since the Hot Tops in Hot
Tubs edition had come out, Rick had been teasing
Daniel about it mercilessly. He'd bought a dozen
copies and it had become a running joke that he'd
place them strategically around the set for Daniel
to come across during filming. On one memorial
occasion, he'd pinned the picture of Daniel in the
hot tub on the noticeboard in the chief's office, and
nobody had even noticed until the episode aired.
Matt had no idea how Rick had managed to
smuggle the magazine into the file for the scene's
final take, but it had lifted the mood on set.
The crew dispersed for a coffee break, and
Rick ran over to where Matt was standing. "Hey,
buddy." He hit Matt playfully on the arm. "I'm
sorry I was late."
That was always the problem with Rick; it
was almost impossible to stay mad at him. Rick
could be exasperating but there wasn't an ounce of
malice in him.
"Am I forgiven? Say I am. Pleeasse!" He got
down on his knees, pressed his hands together in
supplication, and fluttered his dark eyelashes
outrageously.
Matt sighed. "You're forgiven."
"And am I still an idiot?" Rick asked, batting
his eyelashes even more.
"Oh, you're definitely an idiot." Matt rolled
his eyes, but he couldn't stop the little grin curving
his lips, and Rick was on his feet in an instant,
laughing. He slung a heavy arm around Matt's
shoulders, tucked him into a neck lock, and then
planted a big kiss on his hair.
"Yay! I hate it when you're mad at me, Matty.
Now… where's the cookie table? I'm starving. No
breakfast, and I expended waaaay too much energy
last night - and this morning! Look… concave." He
grabbed hold of the hem of his tee shirt, pulled it
up, and pointed at his ripped six-pack.
"Any excuse to show off how much you work
out," Matt said, laughing anyway because Rick's
good moods were always so infectious.
"You betcha!" Rick winked, running off
towards the cookie table.
"Hey!" Matt called after him. "Aren't you
forgetting something?"
"Hmmm?" Rick turned back, in the process of
cramming a giant chocolate chip cookie into his
mouth.
"Petra? She said she wanted to see you after
the scene."
"Doh!" Rick slapped the side of his own
head. "Thanks buddy! I dunno what I'd do without
you and your memory. I wish you could learn my
lines for me too!"
"Yeah, well, we all wish you could learn
your lines for you, instead of hiding them on crib
sheets around the set," Matt retorted, but Rick was
already halfway out of the door.
Matt watched him go, shaking his head. So
much drama, for so little point - that was Rick all
over.
He glanced over and saw that Daniel was
reading a book, as he often did during a break in
filming. With his bulging muscles and shaved head,
Daniel looked like the last person you'd want to
meet down a dark alley at night. Matt had been
scared of him for his first month on the show until
he'd realized that Daniel wasn't remotely like the
tough
sub
he'd
played
in
the
famous
Insubordination movies, or the commanding Chief
Christie
on Collar Crime . People sometimes
mistook his aloofness for arrogance, especially as
he was such a big star, but Matt had soon figured
out that he was just very shy.
Matt considered going over and talking to
him, but he didn't want to interrupt Daniel's
reading, so he pulled out his cell phone instead and
saw that he'd missed a call from his dom, Emily.
He'd been dating her for about six months, and they
were good together. She was cool, calm and
collected, and he liked how smooth their
relationship was: no drama
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