For Lito - Fairytale Plot

[love_made_public]

It is not that Hernando isn't used to waiting up for Lito. It was, in fact, very common back home and still is sometimes even without so many parties and premieres to go to. Of course, one difference is also that if they so desire, Hernando can go with Lito to such things.

So Lito running late and Hernando waiting for him should not be a thing that causes worry or agitation and yet here he sits in their living room, half watching Darrow's strange news programs and still unable to focus. The newscasters seem baffled about a few new strange occurrences but that is not out of the ordinary for a place such as this. There is something, though, that is putting Hernando ill at ease and as he checks his phone yet again, he thinks he will be very glad to have a night in with Lito when he arrives.

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[artoflove]

The set is chaos today. They're shooting a very complicated scene this week, it involves a fucking komodo dragon they borrowed from the zoo, and everything is a mess. They're delayed and he was meant to be home hours ago. On a day that he's already tired (he'd gone running this morning through a weird, strange house, and for him to admit that means it's very weird), he just wants to be back with Hernando.

Digging out his phone when the director calls for another break to reset the stage, he sneaks away to call Hernando. "Hi baby," he greets him, when he picks up, leaning against the wall as he scrubs a hand over his hair, feeling so tired. "I don't have good news."

[love_made_public]

Hernando will never admit that he actually jumps when his phone finally rings, as he'd given up all pretense and is actually staring at it. He's all ready to beg Lito to just go ahead and come home but he cannot do it, not when he sounds so tired. And this is not like the movies; Lito is not the only star and he does not have that type of control.

"I'm so sorry, Lito," he murmurs, pinching the bridge of his nose where his glasses rest heavy. "You sound tired, baby. How much longer do you think? The people on the news were saying something about creatures or, or something. I don't know, actually."

[artoflove]

Lito pinches the brow of his nose, searching around him for somewhere to escape to privacy, because it's so noisy and chaotic. "They're setting up for another shot," he explains, ducking away in order to open a door and head deeper into the Space Hospital set. "We had a guest actor earlier, they fucked up five takes," he bitches, because he would never do that, "and then they couldn't find some of the props and we have an animal wrangler..."

"Hernando, I do not know if I will make it home tonight," he says apologetically. "What is the news talking about? What creatures?" he asks warily, wishing that Hernando was part of his cluster, just so he could visit and see.

[love_made_public]

"I, I don't know; I wasn't paying attention," he admits, chastising himself for not having anything useful to tell Lito.

"Dammit, Lito. Alright, listen, you can get some sleep if you stay there and if something is happening then it is better not to travel."

He takes a deep breath until he is calmed enough to at least fake enthusiasm. "Tell me about this animal wrangler, then, if you have time."

[artoflove]

Lito turns down another hall, dodging people running past him, and glances at the set from where he's standing. "I don't know what is going to happen, but there is a very big lizard here," he explains, "I think maybe it's supposed to be someone's guardian or pet or something, but it keeps sleeping. We cannot shoot with a sleeping dragon," he says, cursing as he nearly trips on a cabinet in his way.

He keeps heading down the dark hallway, grateful that the further he goes, the quieter it gets. "I wish I were home with you," he sighs. "They have me in the tightest scrubs for my scene, but all I want is to be in nothing at all, in bed with you."

[love_made_public]

"Like a komodo dragon?" Hernando snorts, trying to imagine just how that is being worked into the plot. He finds there is not much he can put past the writers and producers of Space Hospital.

He crosses to the living room, settling on the couch. "I promise that when you get home, I will spoil you for an entire day. I will get food ready for you and perhaps a massage? Especially if you can sneak those very small scrubs home with you."

[artoflove]

"I think so? They got him from the zoo, but he is supposed to be a space dragon," Lito curses, glancing over his shoulder when he thinks he hears a sound. No one is there, though, so he shakes his head and keeps walking. "Don't tempt me with things that I cannot have," he complains, because he wants nothing more than Hernando's hands on him and his cooking.

He stops to look in a mirror, primping and preening a little, thinking that he looks excellent. Maybe his run has made him glow, but he doesn't even think he needs makeup to touch him up. "I think I see a bed," he says, inching his way through props. "Will you make me elotes, my love?"

[love_made_public]

"For you, I will make more elotes than you could even eat," he groans as he stretches out on the couch in the near dark. "Yes, lie down for a while. I am lying on the couch and if I close my eyes, I can pretend you are here with me. How long do you have before someone comes looking for you?"

[artoflove]

"Then I will have to go to the gym for so very long," he says, with absolutely no regret in his voice to think of such a thing. Sighing, he gives the phone a wistful look as he heads into the room (which is still completely packed with props. Did they fire the propmaster? Lito vaguely recalls something happening).

He settles on the bed, intending to move the strange little props (including a spinning wheel, a strange amount of stuffed animals, and some fake flowers) later. "I should sleep, my scene shoots in half an hour," he admits, leaning on the edge of the bed. "I love you," he murmurs fondly. "More than anything."

[love_made_public]

"I love you too, baby," Hernando sighs, closing his eyes as he lets Lito's voice calm him. "Do you want me to let you go to try and sleep? I will get our home as clean as a whistle for you, fresh sheets, perhaps? And I got a new massage oil that I think you will like very much. I have little to do but to practice English so I have been watching videos on the internet for massage."

[artoflove]

Lito gives a hum as he moves the phone to hold between his shoulder, settling down onto the bed and hissing when he pricks his finger on something sharp that got moved into the room, waving it around and sucking on it as he keeps the phone close at hand. "I'm very tired," he admits, feeling like it's come on very suddenly, very strangely.

"I'll come home," he says, yawning widely, "soon as I can. I love you."

[love_made_public]

"Okay, just, Lito just call me as soon as you know when you are leaving even if it is very late," Hernando insists, brow furrowing at Lito's very dramatic yawn. He must not be sleeping well and Hernando wishes he had noticed. Lito can never sleep when he is worried about something.

"Or I could even come to you for breakfast, yes?"

[artoflove]

It's a desperate struggle just for Lito to keep his eyes open and another yawn overtakes him as he curls up on the bed, adjusting so that he's lying flat on his back to avoid anything poking him in the side. "Breakfast, yes," is the last thing he murmurs before the phone slips to his side and Lito closes his eyes to fall into a deep, deep, steady sleep.

[love_made_public]

"Lito?" Hernando calls, sitting up as he hears a strange noise and then nothing, not even breathing. "Lito? Are you there?"

He supposes that Lito could be tired enough to have passed out but it is not like him and it doesn't seem as if the people on set should just let him sleep that like. There is little to do right now but Hernando cannot help but think it will be a very restless night. With that in mind, he flips the television back on, hoping to find out if there is truly something happening in the city.