A/N:Thanks for all the recent likes. This is the twelfth and final part in the Lights, Camera, Action series. Here are the links to the other parts if you want to catch up.
The silence when Tom leaves is palpable, you looking at the door for a few moments as though you’re surveying your surroundings are solid and real and not some figment of a bad dream. Taron stands up straight and you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck.
“Y/N?” You turn now and look at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time in days. All the emotions from the past few days, rushing to your chest and stomach and solidifying there like a weight. Silently you walk past Taron and into the kitchen, the man clears his throat behind you.
“Are you and Tom?…” He trails off and you spin on your heel, chin jutted out defiantly your hands curling into fists. Taron recoils at the anger that flashes in your eyes, your voice a low, sharp hiss when you talk.
“How dare you! You asked me to be your girlfriend and I thought that for once…Just once, that you weren’t going to be like other guys.” His eyes lower to the floor, brimmed with tears but you can’t stop talking. It’s all coming out and you need it to.
“But you’re worse, because you let me believe and feel as though you really cared and for what? So you could cheat on me at the first opportunity. And with Nadia of all people?” He looks up at you here, his eyes catching yours and you can see the guilt etched into his face. His usual smooth features lined with regret and tiredness.
“I couldn’t find you anywhere Taron, and then you showed up and I was confused and relieved but you were acting so weird. And then I told you that I was…” A breath for strength here, an internal pep talk to keep your voice steady. “Falling in love with you…And you just left here and jumped into bed with Nadia.” You bring your hand to your mouth and take a deep breath, your stomach twisting and a feeling of nausea washing over you.
“I’m so sorry…I got so drunk and then I danced with her and she was saying all these things. About you and Tom. I’m not stupid y/n, I can tell there’s something between you two.” Your face betrays you at his words, falling and flushing with colour. Taron eyes you, his eyes suddenly sober and heavy with emotion.
“So there is something between you two?” You sigh and lean back against a stool and rub a hand over your face.
“There kind of was at one point. We had chemistry and used to spend a lot of time together between takes. And before you started, we did almost kiss…But when Nadia showed up, I put a stop to it. Then you and I got close and well…you know.” Taron wipes his hand across his mouth.
“You didn’t date or sleep together?” Your head snaps up and Taron knows from the shock on your face what the answer is, he closes his eyes, his face turning to one of anguish. “Nadia said…” You feel suddenly exhausted and want nothing more than for the ground to swallow.
“Yeah well, Nadia was lying.” Taron seems to sway on the spot before closing the distance between you, in two long strides. He reaches out to hold your hands but you pull them away, his eyes looking at you scared.
“Please y/n…She got inside my head, she convinced me you and Tom were seeing each other behind our backs. I was weak and stupid and…Please y/n…Please give me one more chance. If I could go back in time and change things, I would. I didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t mean to.” Your voice is low and soft.
“But you did. You could have asked me? Spoken to me? But you didn’t. You chose to believe someone you barely knew and who hated me. Instead of trusting me, your girlfriend…The person you claimed to care for.”
“I do care about you.” Your laugh is sudden and bitter sounding.
“Funny way of showing it.” The room is silent, Taron looking at you pleadingly, you lick your lips and sigh. “I’m sorry Taron…But I can’t. All I see when I look at you is her. I thought I could trust you and I do care for you but I can’t, I’m sorry…I hope she was worth it.” You watch as he wipes his hands over his face roughly and straighten’s up.
“Okay…Sorry Y/N…I’m sorry.” He turns to leave but pauses looking back at you, he looks weighed down with sadness. You stand up and cross to meet him, pulling him into a hug, he holds you close and breathes in the smell of your shampoo. After a few moments, you pull apart and hold each others gaze.
“I’m sorry too Taron, I’m sorry I can’t carry on.” His eyes soften and his hand brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“This is on me…I’ll miss you y/n.” He turns then and walks to the door, you follow him awkwardly. He pulls it open turning to look at you one more time.
“Tell Tom he better take care of you.” He’s gone then, you close the door, slide down to the floor and let the tears come.
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After Taron leaves, your body purges itself of all the hurt, confusion and anger of the past month. By the time you get up from the hallway floor your body is stiff and sore. You make your way to bed and fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The day after you get to work early, as you pull up in your car you see Tom’s car already parked up and feel a flush of warmth go through you. Glancing in your compact you take in your appearance, only slight shadows, like faint bruises under your eyes, give any indication of the past 24 hours. You tug at the hem of your smock dress self-consciously as you make your way to Tom’s trailer.
Nerves are swimming through you as you walk up the steps and pull open his door, knocking be damned. As you shut the door behind you, you see Tom stand, his eyes wide and soft. You take three steps across the room, Tom pulls you to him, his lips brushing against yours, with an urgency that makes you dizzy. He catches a breath in his throat as he pulls away, his hands cupping your face, he rests his forehead against yours.
“I thought you’d changed your mind.” You shake your head and bring your eyes up to meet his a small smile on your face.
“No…After I spoke to Taron last night, I just felt so drained. It’s been a long few days, I just needed to sleep.” He brushes a thumb across your cheek, his eyes studying your face, as though you’re about to disappear.
“So you’ve not changed your mind?…You want me?…Us?” Closing your eyes, you brush your lips against his before replying.
“More than anything.” He smiles and it lights up his whole face, as he moves his hands down your body, palming your butt and pulling you flush to him. The breath catches in your throat and with one more longing gaze, your lips are crashing against each other with a wanton desire. Tom pulls you to him, before falling back on the plush sofa, easing your legs on either side so you’re straddling him. Your lips don’t part, as he manouevres you out of the jacket you’re wearing, his hands moving up your back as you trace the tips of your fingers down his chest, your hips rolling against him. But you need more, you want to feel your skin on his, you pull at the hem of his tshirt and you pull apart, as he tugs it over his head. Discarding it to the side.
Your eyes trace down his body and you bite your lower lip, as you take in his toned body. His eyes meet yours then, a flirty smile on his face.
“This doesn’t seem fair…Come here.” He pulls you closer, as you kick off your boots, his hands squeezing your thighs. You reach down and pull your dress over your head, your breasts hanging loose. Tom shifts beneath you, his mouth opening slightly. Your cheeks ripple with warmth, and you know you’re blushing, you cross your arms across your chest in a self conscious gesture.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He gently lowers your arms down and cups his hand on right breast, his cheeks turning pink, eyes darkening with desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He rolls his tongue against your nipple, before grazing it with the edge of this teeth, the sensation causing your head to fall back as you moan out his name. His hands move quickly then as he unbuttons his jeans, lifting you with one arm, as he shimmys out of them, kicking them off his legs. You pull him into a kiss then, the feel of him straining against his boxers. The friction of him rubbing against your bud of nerves, sending shivers through your body.
“Hold on.” He tightens his grip around you and stands, picking you up and laying on the sofa gently, before crashing his lips back on to yours. His fingertips stroking down your stomach, and teasing the edge of your underwear, you arch your back and he curls his fingers round the edges and pulls them down and off your legs, eyeing you hungrily and causing you to whimper. He kicks off his boxers and your eyes widen at the size of him, he bites his lower lip and leans into kiss you. Your fingers run through the curls at the nape of his neck and he breathes your name into the kiss, your whole body alert to his touch.
He kisses down your neck and between your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your erect nipples, causing you to squeeze your legs together, to ease the aching you feel for him. He brushes over your thighs with the palm of his hand, pulling your legs apart. His voice is low and husky.
“Let me look at you.” He positions himself between your legs, grabbing himself and rubbing the tip of his erection over your clit. You gasp and arch your back, you want him…You need him. Tom’s eyes shine mischievously and he moves up your body, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in as he looks into your eyes.
“Tell me what you want darling.” His tone is gentle but commanding and it sends a flush of warmth through you, as you watch him through hooded eyes, and lick your lips.
“I want you…Please…Tom?” His eyes soften as he leans into kiss you before pulling back and adjusting his body. His fingers tracing circles on your thighs, he plants kisses on your stomach, your inner thighs and you reach down, tangling your fingers in his hair as you beg him once more. He smirks at you before lowering down and rolling his tongue between your folds, the pleasure sending shockwaves through your body. He moans and grabs himself in his hand, stroking up and down the length.
You feel yourself unravel as Tom uses his mouth to bring you to climax, arching your back, fingers squeezing his hair as you moan out his name. He kisses up your body and you look him in the eyes as you press your hand to his cheek, shifting yourself and lowering your hand between your bodies, grabbing him with your hand. He closes his eyes and moans and you brush your thumb across the tip of him and he growls your name, sending heat right to your core.
“I need you y/n.” His voice is heavy with need, he kisses you deeply as he rolls his fingers against your bud of sensitive nerves. He lines himself up with you, rubbing the tip of himself against you, until you beg him to be inside you. He eases himself in slowly at first and then thrusts. The two of you mirroring each other, heads back and mouths open, eyes closed in ecstasy. You reach up and grip his hair, pulling his mouth to yours once more. The two of you moaning and whimpering as Tom thrusts into you, his hand reaching down, gripping your thigh and pulling it up slightly. You gasp, feeling the full length of him inside you, a thin layer of sweat forming on your chests and brows.
And then you’re coming undone, your whole body aware of every part of Tom that’s touching you. He reaches for your hand and threads his fingers with yours as he smiles softly, his eyes closed with intense pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum y/n.” You breathe out his name and allow the orgasm to wash over you, arching your back and squeezing your thighs as Tom moans out your name and lets his head fall to your shoulder. The trailer is silent other than the heavy breathing of you both trying to get your breath back. Tom kisses you on the cheek, before easing himself from you and reaching over to get a blanket that’s laying on the chair opposite.
He places his arm under your head and throws the blanket over the two of you, his brown eyes gentle as he lays on his side holding you close.
“Are you covered? Do you feel okay?” You smile and stroke your finger down his jaw, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“I feel great…What about you?” He blushes, his eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I feel great too…I just wish I didn’t have to work now though, I’d rather spend the day…Actually…The whole week with you.” You let out a laugh, your heart skipping a beat as he leans forward and gives you a gentle kiss.
“Hmm yeah, it would be pretty good.” His smile takes over his entire face and you smile back, as he brushes his hand through his hair, his tone playful.
“Well you know…I’m kind of the star of this thing, so I can be as late as I want to set.” You look mock offended and gasp.
“Are you suggesting you’re going to act like a diva Mr Holland?” His eyebrows quirk up, a smile pulling up his mouth.
“Did you just call me Mr Holland?” You smirk and nod your head.
“You know, I think I did.” He lifts the blanket up and positions himself on top of you.
“Say it again.” And as he starts kissing your neck and laughing, all you can do is oblige.
can’t believe the rocketman book has an actual quote from taron saying “I’m blessed with junk in the trunk” can this man stop talking about his ass like it’s a personality trait
everybody keeps talking about this book so I’m gonna need it
to never have taron and richard work on another film together would be such a terrible waste of acting chemistry. like beyond their sexual chemistry, the way they play off each other in every scene + their obvious compatibility/ease of working together behind the scenes is a treasure for most filmmakers. in a comedy? an action film? a mystery? a period drama? @ hollywood take notes, this benefits you and all of us too
also: buddy cop movie
@ahandsomechicken I feel like Carpool Karaoke was a snapshot of what that would be like and I’m 1000% ready for it
to never have taron and richard work on another film together would be such a terrible waste of acting chemistry. like beyond their sexual chemistry, the way they play off each other in every scene + their obvious compatibility/ease of working together behind the scenes is a treasure for most filmmakers. in a comedy? an action film? a mystery? a period drama? @ hollywood take notes, this benefits you and all of us too
I think the reason why Rocketman is truly that powerful is that the message is “get help, let people in, and you will heal”. Like Elton goes from telling Bernie “why the FUCK would I want [to be myself]” to singing “I’m gonna love me again, check in on my very best friend” during the end credits and that’s something so many of us LGBTQ+ people struggle with, loving ourselves for who we are, but it also shows that everyone can get there. You can heal. You can learn to love yourself.
The ‘guy’, the ‘bro’, the ‘stunt guy’. I’ve never been that guy. I’m just not. I’m the guy who was playing Seymour in Little Shop Of Horrors when he was 17. I always felt more at home in a gay club than at a football match, far more at home.
Taron Egerton by Gavin Bond for British GQ (April 2019).
hmmm am I going to buy the shirt he’s wearing in the last photo?
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