Calling Him By My Name [Armie Hammer + Timothée Chalamet | Charmie | mxb]

40 | Timothée

Armie's kissing me awake. It's a delightful sensation: soft, feather-light pecks on my face, neck and shoulders. I shrug my exposed shoulder back into my - or rather Armie's - shirt, and blink rapidly to soak in my surroundings.

Armie is wearing shades and a ball cap, and we're tucked into a private alcove of the plane, safe from the prying eyes of rabid passengers. These precautions, alongside the swarm of bodyguards - basically the entire SWAT team - that will be waiting for us when we land, are a necessity now. Especially for Armie, who was in the public eye long before his life story became front-page news. Now that it's a national drama, his phone has been ringing incessantly off hook, with people trying to reach him not just about about gigs, photoshoots, magazine covers and product ads, but also for interviews about the movie sequel and his love life.

Because the buzz around this new film is even more extraordinarily uproarious than it was for the original, all over the world.

And Armie's epic coming out has garnered an insane amount of media attention.

Between both these things, that man has been the face of every other magazine on the stand - which I love because he's sex incarnate and he knows it.