8"And cut," Henry said softly, barely audible to Demetrius down the street.
Is it weird that I feel good in his arms? Zayne thought, hoping he wasn't going to fall asleep in them. I feel safe and…warm.
"Zayne." A familiar voice called out to him. "Zayne, open your eyes and regain consciousness, so I can put you down."
Down? Zayne felt a reeling back to reality. I don't want to…oh yeah, Demetrius is holding me- His eyes shot open.
"Nice to see you're at least acknowledging the world now." Demetrius smiled down at him.
Zayne blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. "Put me down," he groaned.
"If you say so," Demetrius bent gently and placed Zayne's feet on the ground.
Zayne felt the hard contact of the street and put his weight into the foot nearest Demetrius, taking a step forward.
"Whoa," Demetrius almost laughed as Zayne fell over into Demetrius' arms. He smiled vividly, "If this is how you react to a kiss, then I'd love to see you after sex."
Zayne glared at Demetrius. "This is your fault." He blushed a light shade of pink. "You never even let me breathe during the kiss."
Demetrius shrugged, his arm swooping back under Zayne's knees and lifting to hold him like a princess.
"Demetrius!" Zayne struggled.
"If it's my fault, I'll take responsibility," Demetrius said so frankly that Zayne could not bring himself to argue. "Rachel," he called over to a group of slightly embarrassed looking crewmembers, the young make-up artist among them.
"Yes?" she hurried to the edge of the crowd.
"Tell Henry that if they want a retake that it'll happen after a ten minute break. I'm getting Zayne some water." Then he turned away, leaving the make-up artist with the task he put out for her.
Only a couple feet away was a tent set up for resting with benches and coolers of water with little paper cups.
Demetrius set Zayne down on one of these benches. "Stay," he said before Zayne had time to make a sound. "I'll get you some water."
So Zayne sat quietly and waited as Demetrius went over to a cooler on the edge of the bench and filled up two cups.
"Here," Demetrius held out one of the cups for Zayne to take.
Zayne took it, looking Demetrius up and down with scrunched eyes. "What's gotten into you? Why are you being so nice?"
Demetrius shrugged, drinking his water down in one swallow. "Feel bad, I guess."
Zayne could feel the anger in him grow. "You feel bad!"
"Cool it," Demetrius held up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "I didn't mean-"
"Then what do you feel bad for?"
Demetrius looked down at his hands. "Stealing your first kiss?"
Zayne froze. Just like that the anger melted away. "What?"
"I mean," Demetrius scratched the back of his neck, nervously, "even for a guy, I guess your first kiss is important. Just because I don't remember when I had mine doesn't mean it wasn't a big deal at the time. I might've cared about it as much as you do. I guess it gets more important as you get older. So what I'm trying to say is…I'm sorry I took it from you."
Zayne stared, dumbfounded. A couple seconds ticked by in silence before Zayne broke out in loud laughter. "Who are you and what did you do with Demetrius?"
"I'm seriously trying to make things a little less like we're mortal enemies," Demetrius sounded a bit distressed. He glanced at Zayne's smiling face.
Zayne stopped smiling. "You have that stupid look in your eye again," he said, leaning away from Demetrius.
Demetrius smirked, "What stupid look?"
"The one where you're about to do something that won't be good for the people around you."
Demetrius leaned in. "You're the only one around me."
Zayne stood up quickly, too quickly. He flopped back onto the seat. "What are you going to do?"
Demetrius leaned in. "That must be uncomfortable," he pointed at the bulge in Zayne's pants.
"It's. Fine." Zayne put weight on one shaky leg and started to stand up.
Demetrius grabbed Zayne's wrist, spinning him as he yanked Zayne into his lap. "I just told you. It's my fault, so I'll take responsibility."
"Stop," Zayne tried in vain to turn his head and see Demetrius behind him. "Whatever you're thinking, just stop it."
Demetrius' fingers played lightly across the bulge in Zayne's pants. "What's wrong?"
Zayne blushed. "We're in public! There are people not a few feet from here!"
Demetrius' hands stopped. "So, if we weren't in public it'd be okay?"
Zayne's eyes widened as he realized what he had said. "No!" He pushed himself out of Demetrius' lap, adrenaline allowing him to at least stay upright. "It's not okay! I don't know what's gotten into to you. First you're nice, now you're trying to molest me? I mean, what the hell?"
Demetrius held a straight face for a couple seconds before he burst into laughter, throwing his head back.
Zayne looked confused as ever.
"I was just messing with you," Demetrius stood in front of Zayne. "You really don't know how fun your expressions are. They really are quite something. And the way you get all worked up about things…" He went into another fit of laughter.
Zayne stayed frozen in his confusion. "You mean, you were just teasing me?"
Demetrius nodded quickly, still laughing too much to talk.
"Fine," with a swift movement, Zayne turned around and started walking away.
"Hey!" Demetrius called after him. "Wait!"
Zayne stopped and sneered over is shoulder. "From now on the screen is a battle field." He faced forward, so Demetrius couldn't see his face. "Please try to act civilized everywhere else." Then he proceeded walking toward a group, including Henry, that were hovering over a little monitor, watching the last take.
When the group noticed Zayne approaching, all of them averted their eyes.
They can't look me in the face after witnessing that scene, Zayne sighed, but he smiled at everyone. "Hey, Henry! Do you want another take?"
Henry cleared his throat and at least tried to look Zayne in the eyes. "Well…ah…you see…" He scratched the back of his neck.
Jack shoved his way to Henry's side. "He's unsure of whether or not he should ask you to do another, so he can get different angles and stuff, since he doesn't know if it'll be the same." Jack was a lot better at retaining eye contact, but he still looked awkward.
"We could do it again."
Henry looked up, hopeful. "Really? You sure, I mean…"
Zayne held up his hand. "It's fine. Really. This is what being an actor's about. If we couldn't duplicate the scene then we're not fit to call ourselves good actors." He gave his warmest, most assuring smile. "I'll just go tell Demetrius."