Do you ever think about how filming starts in a few weeks. And things will probably kick off with Jacob giving some kind of rallying address to the cast and crew. Maybe something along the lines of “a lot of you have heard all this before of course” (Chala and Jackson Parrell smile wryly as Ksenia and Cal cheer) “but some of you are new” (back slaps to Troy Actor and Not Jack Innanen Wyatt Hayes) “so here’s how it’s going to be…”
He proceeds to tell them that he’s expecting everyone’s A++ game because the stakes are higher, SO much higher, this time. But for anyone new, this is not a dictatorship, he welcomes everyone’s input because this is a team effort, how many times did Hudson prove him wrong last time? (Hudson - “I knew you loved me really, JT!”)
There will be some kind of kick off buffet dinner with canapés. Nothing fancy, they’re still on a budget. A few crostini, chicken satay sticks, ice buckets full of beer. Slightly warm white wine in plastic glasses. A big sheet cake with a photo print of them all on stage at the CSAs, with that little heart drawn around Connor on the screen, just for the gag. Everyone is mingling, so happy to be back together again, no time for anyone to really linger and get into deep conversation, there’s so many people to catch up with. And they all need to get an early night, filming starts at 5.30am tomorrow, they could only get the dog shelter out of public hours.
So it’s maybe 10pm when Connor gets to his apartment - he flew straight in from wrapping up filming in LA and went straight to the dinner. Hasn’t even had the chance to unpack his protein powder or find out if the runners got the chia seeds and coconut cream he asked them to get in ready. Chuckles to himself at the thought. Imagine him having a rider! But he’s an Emmy nominee now. Maybe he’s allowed to be a little tiny bit demanding?
He’s just taken his shirt off and started running the shower when there’s a knock at the front door. His heart flutters in his chest a little bit because he was starting to think it was getting late so maybe it would be tomorrow morning… He pads to the door shirtless in his trusty YSL jeans, pausing at the mirror just for a second to check his hair. Places his hand on the unfamiliar lock. Swallows, takes a couple of meditative breaths. They saw each other across the room at dinner and smiled and waved “hey!” but no chance to talk. Even though he was acutely aware of where Hudson was the whole time, with that sixth sense they’ve developed about each other. But it wasn’t seeing seeing him.
He opens the door.
“Hi baby”
Finds arms flung around his chest before he even has the chance to take the sight of him in. It’s such a dazed flood of relief to be touching each other. Breathing into the crook of his neck. Inhaling the smell of Tom Ford and Balenciaga leather, that combination that conjures up the word home. Not Odessa or WeHo, just, you know. Home. They stand in the doorway for a moment like that, pressed together. Refamiliarising themselves with how solid the other feels under their palms. Under other circumstances he’d be gently teasing about how much ground beef he must have got through, he’s huge! And that will come. But for now, he just says what his heart is throbbing to say.
“GOD it’s good to see you, Huddy”
Do you ever think about that?
anon you are gonna make me connor storrie cry™️ all over my nice clean bedsheets 😭 we are SOOOOO CLOSEEEEE and that first hug is gonna hit like a steel girder
also to answer your question no I literally cannot think about anything else these days I will feel so at peace knowing they are in the same city and could be cuddling at any given moment
