My Husband

Chapter 4

November 2017

Filming Together with Me was so different that Bad Romance. Tul having to be intimate with a female character was difficult for Max. They had never discussed what happened during that wrap party in 2016 and Max knew one day they'd have to address the elephant in the room. He'd broken up with his girlfriend over it although Tul didn't know that.

He was sure there was things Tul has done because of him but would never tell him either. Tul went back to treating him exactly the same after that one night. Max woke up in his own bed, cleaned up, with underwear on, and only bruises and scratches showing as a remembrance of that night.

He often wondered what Tul looked like. After that night Tul never walked naked in front of him again and he missed that. He never told Tul that the underwear was hotter that sin, in fact it was sexier that being naked. Max was sure he loved Tul but he was scared of him, so he would never ask him how he felt.

His pleasure, his joy in life was the fan meets. There, he could be as loving, as kind and dominating as he wanted. He could shower Tul with all the affection he held back and Tul couldn't do anything. It had a flip side to it of course. Max also couldn't hide his jealousy when someone paid any attention to Tul.

Max was highly jealous of anyone sniffing around Tul. It didn't matter if they were male or female. It was hard because he had no claim to Tul, but that didn't lessen his feelings one bit. The fans of Bad Romance shipped them as a couple, the company shipped them as a couple to make money and Max fell in love.

He owed the fans a great deal, for he wouldn't have a career and wouldn't have had that amazing night with Tul. However, with how he felt right now, right at this minute, he would run screaming from it all to have Tul. He wanted to claim his prize and his prize was Tul. Max sighed deeply and looked around the shared hotel room.

Tul's side was neat and tidy. It always was. His side was a disaster. He looked carefully at his bags and considered, did he really need anything in the room? Tul would be at the film set for another couple of hours and he needed some comfort therapy. If he ran now, he could go home and be back for morning call.

He grabbed his toiletry bag and his cell phone and walked from the room. He called his manager and told him he was taking a taxi to see his parents and would be back for the morning shoot. With a flip of his hair, pushed the motorcycle taxi's helmet on his head, and headed home.

Walking into his mom's arms, Max felt like crying, Sometimes a hug really was the best medicine and Max never could hide anything from his mom. After the wrap party, he had moped around the house like his dog died and didn't feel better until he dropped the whole issue on his mom, crying it out.

Mom's really do know best and she advised to give it time. Max wondered how much time was needed in order for his dreams to come true. Really, there was only one left, for Tul to realize that he wasn't his 'brother', but his lover, his man.

"Oh my sweet baby, you can't run every time you get scared. One day you will have to talk to Tul about that night." His mom whispered in his ear.

"Mmm," Max murmured, "Dad's home, huh?" Raising his voice, he walked into the living room and said, "Hi Dad, how are you? How's work?" He sat down on a soft, plump chair across from his dad, who sat reading a newspaper. Seriously, thought Max, who reads a newspaper anymore?

His dad looked across the top of the paper and sighed. "Trouble on the set? What did you do, boy? Are you spending the night?"

"No, I'm not in trouble, Dad. Just needed a break from all those crazy acting types. Thought I might kick a football around in the yard and let some steam off before I sleep." Max grabbed his toiletry bag and headed for his room as his cell began to vibrate.

Reaching his room, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen to see Tul's text. Deciding he just didn't want to deal with anything until he blew off some steam, he cleaned off his face and changed his clothes, grabbed his soccer ball and went to the backyard. His dad kept the yard neat and trim, with the small goal set up, just like he did since Max was 8 years old.

Max spent a good hour outside kicking the ball around, goal after goal into the small net. Covered in sweat, he stripped his shirt off, and wiped his face off and strode up to his room. He entered the attached bathroom and crawled into the shower and cleaned up. Exiting, he took a good look at himself in the mirror. His full head of black hair stood up in sharp spikes standing up, pointing every which way. Dark eyes, thick brows, well defined cheeks and jaw, and a broad smile with prominent lips. Expressive...

Max was most proud of his body. He worked damn hard for his body and all the muscles on it. Hours and hours in the gym with a trainer and it showed. He twisted and turned, flexing to see if he needed to work on anything and decided he didn't, that the current meal and exercise plan was working well. He had homework to complete before tomorrow so he walked naked back into his bedroom and found...

Tul was sitting next to the cell phone that Max had ignored for hours.

"Hi, Max." Tul said, averting his eyes to look at the floor, looking anywhere but directly at Max's nudity.

"What the fuck, Tul! Why are you here, no, forget that! How did you know I was here... " Max sauntered to the wardrobe in the corner of his bedroom and pulled out a pair of sweats and pulled them up, giving greedy Tul a view of his perfect ass.

"My god," thought Tul, "it's getting harder to ignore that easier each year. Damn it, I want him so bad, I can still feel what it was like inside him..."

"Tul," Max prompted, "Tul!" he called again as there was no response.

"Oh, right..." he sighed, "Fuck Max, why don't you ever answer your cell? Our script for tomorrow was changed. We need to rehearse tonight. I mean, I would like to at least do a read over before morning call because this is complicated."

Max studied Tul and wondered if that really was the reason. Whatever, he didn't care right now, he'd give him the benefit of the doubt. "'Give me the pages, let me see them."

Tul reached into his bag and pulled out the scene. It was the new opening scene for TWM, one that could be classed as a rape scene by Tul's character because he gave consent while drunk but technically it wasn't because he did give consent. Damn, sometimes he hated boylove, men were usually straightforward.

Max flipped through the storyboard and then the script and said, "Holy fuck! Isn't this too soon into shooting to be this intimate? Is it going to be a closed set?"

Tul's head dropped, "No. It will be a full crew watching us. Max, this is why we worked with acting coaches for 3 months. So, let's do the read through, okay?" He pulled more pages out and settled further back on the bed.