Smokin' In The Boys' Room 18

He's Back

Two hours or so later, Karl showed up, not looking too good, but better than before, at least. He couldn't stop yawning as he walked across the lot to where there appeared to be the most people.
     "Bunny!" Maxi cried as soon as he saw his lemony hair shining in the fading sunlight. He leapt out of his chair, ran to his love, and hugged him like there was no tomorrow. "I missed you, Bunny."
     "I missed you, too, Maxi," Karl replied, squeezing him and gently rubbing his back.
     "I missed you so much!" he said again, hopping up and down while still hugging Karl, causing him to bounce with him.
     "Ah, Maxi! Easy."
     "Sorry, I can't help it." He continued to jump for a while.
     "So . . . sensual," Karl squeaked, grabbing Maxi's shoulders and prying him off, breathing heavily.
     "Oh. Sorry." He brushed his hair out of his face and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss on the lips.
     "That's better."
     "Karl!" Pierre also ran over to him. "You look slightly more rested."
     "Yeah, emphasis on slightly," he yawned, his arms still around Maxi.
     "My poor Bunny," he said, snuggling his face into Karl's neck.
     "Well, come on, we haven't got all day."
     "Right. Uh . . . you have to let go now, Maxi."
     "Oooookay." He ever so reluctantly released his hold on his waist and let him go with Pierre to wherever it was they were going.
     "First things first: we need to get you in costume."
     "Yay," he said a bit sarcastically, feeling slightly nervous about seeing Robin again.
     Pierre led him to the costume tent, where Robin stood, ready to dole out costumes like so many bananas.
     "Karl! Good to see you alive." He held out his arms for his usual ecstatic greeting of a hug.
     Karl hugged halfheartedly. "Pretty good to be alive."
     "Now let's get you into costume," he said, going around and retrieving costume-y things.
     Karl absent-mindedly leaned on Pierre so he wouldn't totally collapse. "Can we do a scene where Gerard is sleeping?" he asked with yet another yawn.
     "Uh, no. Are you okay? Because we can't really film you if you're not up to being filmed."
     "I'll survive. I just don't think I'll be skipping through the park and picking daisies any time soon." He rested his head on Pierre's shoulder and let his eyelids fall like they so desperately wanted to.
     "Well, you won't be needing to do that, so I guess you'll be okay . . . how about some coffee, would that help?"
     "Oh, heck yeah, that would help. Brilliant. Where is it?"
     "Anywhere and everywhere. I make sure that we're always stocked up on that magical stuff. Someone get Karl a coffee! How do you like it?"
     "Plenty of sugar, creamer doesn't really matter," he mumbled sleepily.
     "Did you hear that?" Pierre asked the person who had come to bring Karl a coffee. The person nodded, and, one minute later, Karl had his coffee.
     "Better?" asked Pierre.
     "Mm-hmm," he said, gratefully gulping the bittersweet beverage.
     After Karl was all caffeinated and dolled up—or down, rather—they could begin filming again.