Best Offscreen Duo

Safe Next to You

David heard a knock on his hotel room door, and as soon as the sound hit his ears, a smile spread across his face. Chris was there to pick him up for the MTV Movie Awards.
Nobody told them they were supposed to go together. They'd both been invited, but so had a few other people on the SNL cast. Chris and David had been inseparable all summer so far, so neither one even considered going alone, or worse, with someone else.
David swung his door open, grinning like an idiot. He knew how goofy he must've looked, but he couldn't help it. Even though he'd seen Chris just the day before, seeing him again felt like a rush of adrenaline.
"Hey, you set? They sent us a limo!" Chris pointed out the window at the driveway excitedly.
"Chris, we've ridden in limos before." David eyed him up and down, suddenly nervous. "Were we supposed to dress up for this?" he asked, noting Chris's blazer.
"Nah, I don't think so. I just put the blazer on in case. You look good though! Let's go," he said as he grabbed David's hand, beginning to lead him out.
David felt a surge of electricity run up his arm when his hand connected with Chris's, but he said nothing as he was pulled along the hallway toward the elevators.

"Man, this limo is way fancier than the ones NBC lends us. Look at this thing! It has a bar!" Chris nudged his companion's shoulder. "Not that I'm having any," he added quickly. He'd been sober since the beginning of the year, and David never missed an opportunity to show his pride.
David nudged him back. He couldn't help but notice how, even though they were the only two passengers in the stretch limousine, they were sitting next to each other. Next to each other, David kept thinking. Ha, that's an understatement. David's right thigh and Chris's left were touching, and Chris kept reaching his arm around David when he wasn't fiddling with the little glasses or playing with the windows.
"You have your pass, right?" David asked.
"Huh? I thought I gave it to you," Chris replied, suddenly concerned.
"No, I just have mine! Oh well, looks like you won't get to go in. Darn, that's a shame," he teased sarcastically. Both passes were sitting in his back pocket.
"You're kidding! Oh man, I can't believe this! Do you think they'll maybe let me in anyway?" Chris was beginning to panic.
"Ooh, probably not. You know how tight security is at these things. They don't mess around."
"You have it, don't you? I know you have it!"
"Search me."
He did just that. David sat there, smirking, for about a quarter of a second before Chris tackled him. He kept reaching for his pockets, and David kept laughing.
"Cut it out! I told you, I don't have it!" He tried his best to be serious, but he couldn't help but laugh. Seeing his friend get so worked up was funny, but David was also very ticklish, and Chris knew that. "Come on, you bastard, let me go! Fine, fine! I'll give it to you! Hey!"
Before David could finish his surrender, Chris's hand was already in his back pocket. It only took him a second to fish out the passes, but David could swear he felt Chris linger.
"You son of a bitch, I knew you had mine!" Chris shouted. Even though he was smiling when he said it, he still worried (as he always did) that David would take his words seriously. Almost automatically, he slipped an arm around David's shoulders and squeezed.
David just smiled and blushed, trying to catch his breath.

They soon arrived at Walt Disney Studios. Burbank was much sunnier than New York or Wisconsin, but it was much better than Arizona. David realized he'd forgotten his sunglasses the moment they stepped out of the car.
"You okay, Dave?" Chris asked, noting the frown on his friend's face.
"I left my sunglasses at the hotel. Damn it, I know exactly where I left them, too." He stopped for a second, trying to let his eyes adjust to the sun just a little, and caught sight of Chris's face. The concern was so blatant, it was like someone had written the word "WORRY" on his face.
"Do you want to go back? We can go back and get them," Chris suggested, putting his arm around David.
"No, it's okay. We'll be late if we leave and come back," he sighed. He suddenly felt a hand on his brow. Chris was shielding his face from the sun, trying desperately to make things more comfortable for him. A lump appeared in David's throat. "Hey, thanks."