|| 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 || 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌/𝑮𝒖𝒏 || 𝗘𝗡𝗚 ||

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3

As soon as the start date of filming had been announced - as well as the address of their destination - the time had started to pass at an incredible speed. The days followed one another tirelessly, with the return of the restrictive harvest which gave rise to impatience to leave this gloomy capital. The tropical islands were desired despite the humidity and heat that awaited them. Just like the titanic workload that is sure to drain them of their energy. But they would spend time in another landscape, in another atmosphere, far from their daily routine, and this prospect was not lacking in appeal.

The preparations followed each other with efficiency and great ardor. Mark was finishing packing his suitcase and making a mental list of what he might be missing on the trip that he was going to have to go buy to complete the extra bag he was carrying with him. They were absent for at least ten months. They had to think of everything despite the presence of a village on the island that could help them out at any time.

Mark meticulously gathered their passports and tickets, not forgetting anything to do with the shoot, like their scripts and the different addresses they had been given. The anticipation and the stress escalated as Mark glanced sideways at Gun who was working out final matters with his agent on the phone regarding Tempt. He had a grateful tone but one that hid a touch of regret showing his deep affection for this musical group. Internally, his partner was pained to abandon his duties to the group even if he tried not to show it. But that did not tarnish his pleasure in participating in the production of a new series. And being with some of his friends ... and his lover. At least Mark hoped so.

Being more picky about details, Mark had taken care of most of their preparations, Gun having been reduced to a simple assistant role and in charge of final checks if there were any left. The older actor had enjoyed watching his partner bustle around and talk to himself while gathering their various belongings in separate bags and suitcases. He himself was responsible for cleaning the apartment which would remain uninhabited for a long time.

"Do you think we'll share the same room ?" Mark asked suddenly, hopeful, as he brought their things into the hallway for their departure the next morning.

Gun gave him a quick look to recognize the mischievous smile on his partner's lips. He couldn't suppress an embarrassed smile himself as he looked away.

"We can always hope," he replied as he finished wiping and putting away the dishes from their last dinner in the apartment for a long time.

"You mean you'd be happy to share the same room with me ?" Mark smirked breathlessly before approaching his partner subtly.

"We will be at least 4 in the room, what are you going to imagine ?" Gun reminded him without looking up from his task, his smile still fixed on his lips.

Mark pursed his lips in anticipation as he devoured his partner's gaze. Then, naturally, he moved behind his older friend and put his arms around his waist before resting his chin on his shoulder with a sigh of well-being.

"I don't mind having spectators," he purred sweetly.

" You're not serious ?! " Gun exclaimed with a laugh as he felt the blush rise in his face. "Do you think I would let you do it in front of people ?"