Peach and Green- Timothee Chalamet

Take Five

(Not exactly M-rated, but there is some intense snogging and suggestive content, so beware young children)

Take five!" You heard Luca Guadagnino call from his seat. This was it, this was the cue.

     You had been waiting for a moment like this all day. He had never said take five today, breaks were set. This was what you and your boyfriend Timothée Chalamet had been talking about. Risk-taking.

     You had five minutes. When Luca called it, you waited by the exit, Timothée bolted for you and you two were out the door in seconds, laughing and sprinting through the yard to the other side of the huge estate you filmed on. Five minutes.

     He had your hand in his and pulled you into the house again, weaving through the rooms until you managed to find the master bathroom, the one farthest from the actual set. Timothée locked the door and not a second later your lips were on his. You hadn't even turned on the lights to the bathroom yet, but it didn't really matter, time was of the essence.

     You and Timothée had discussed this exactly. This risk was the risk of timing. There was no time for sex, plus, Timothée wouldn't take that big of a risk, so you decided five minutes of making out would suffice the need for thrill.

     He lifted you up off of the ground quite easily, sitting you down on the marble sink counter and moving closer to you, still much taller than you even with your feet dangling from the counter. His hands tangled in your hair, your hands gripping his shirt.

   His lips were soft, gentle, as usual, but kissed with urge. With time-sensitivity. Of course, you had all night to snog as you wished, but this was different. Something new.

     Neither of you really cared about his costume, knowing how good the designers were at fixing wrinkles in a matter of seconds, and Timothée's hair only needed to be brushed. There was no problem.

     He kisses down your neck, hands sliding down your arms, around your waist while your arms wrapped around his neck. Laboured breathing from both of you, silence all around other than that, it was perfect, other than the fact that neither of you wanted to stop. He moved back up your neck, on your jaw, across your cheek and back to your lips while your hands then tangled in his curls.

     Biting your lip and pulling, just the slightest bit, he grinned between kisses. "How's this?" You asked, smiling back.

    "Perfect. You're perfect." He said, saying the words in a messed jumble, before kissing you again. The timer on your phone went off. He had thirty seconds to get back on set. He groaned in dismay, but kissed your nose, then forehead and unlocked the bathroom door, grabbing your hand and you two were running again. You were breathless, both of you, for two reasons, only one of which was clear to everyone on set, except Armie, who winked at you slyly. You blushed, he knew.

    Timothée was fixed up for shooting once again and strayed off set for two more seconds, just to kiss you one more time. Apparently, the snogging hadn't been enough to suffice him for these takes. A smile pulled at his lips as you stepped back to enjoy his acting.

   ———

   Three minutes later, Armie and Timothée kissed for their scene and, "I like the flavour of your girlfriend's lip balm, what flavour is it?" Was asked by Armie, teasingly, for the whole crew to hear.

    "Ah, so that's where he went!" Luca guffawed, making Timothée laugh and hide his face, and you, blush.