The beer was cold and, as far as Connor was concerned, that was the start of a good night. He had finally been escorted back to his hotel by an over compensating Jim, who on the instructions of someone, was told to take Connor back to his motel, clear the bill and pass over some signed pictures. He had them in his room. Rob perfect Kelly in a classic villain pose, pouting and moody, his sapphire eyes serious, and Darin jeez hot Ramírez, hands spread on a wall, a black T-shirt pulled tight over his muscles, his intense 'come on try it' hero pose giving Connor an instant hard on. Fuck. That photo–so bloody hot. Ever since it had hit his in-box from a friend it had given him the shivers, and he imagined just falling to his knees and–

"Hey," someone knocked his arm and he winced, looking up with a carefully blank expression on his face to find the man of his lustful wishful thinking standing next to him. Darin Ramírez juggling four beers, a cap pulled low over his eyes. Connor knew this was a bar that the actors from the lot visited, it was his last ditch attempt at maybe passing a newly printed copy of the script over, but he never expected to see the man again.

"Hey," great conversation starter and then his brain stopped.

"How are you? Did the medic look you over?" Darin actually looked interested, like it may be important to him to find out what had happened to the dork that tried to kill himself earlier on in the day.

"Yeah, just bruises to the pride, thanks," Connor was ridiculously proud of his response, at both not dribbling and slurring his words in embarrassment.

"Come sit with us man, let me get you a beer, by way of apologizing for the screaming fan girls who tried to kill you."

"You don’t need to, I’m fine I -"

"No argument, come on, meet Rob."

"Rob?" Jeez, Rob hottest bad guy on TV Kelly? That Rob?

Darin frowned, the guy had been standing at the gate for the 'End Game' set, "Rob, Rob Kelly, I mean, you are a fan of Game? Or maybe -"

"No, I know who he is, I mean, I–" then his voice tailed off and he just shrugged, aware he was probably bright red.

Darin chuckled, "Come on, bring your beer," and then he started moving through the people around the bar, who for the most part ignored him. Connor followed, seeing people just move out of the way of the man in front of him. For the first time in his life Connor felt small, six one is never small, he was always bigger than his boyfriends, bigger, taller, wider, stronger. Despite being an inch or so shorter than Connor, meeting Darin in the flesh — well, he realized it was the first time someone shorter than him had a larger presences in the room. He just seemed so damned confident, so self assured, and so built. Strong. The thought of a man who could manhandle Connor for a change? Jeez, was it hot in here?

They ended up at a table in the corner in the shadows, and Connor sat down opposite a sleepy Rob Kelly who had his head laid back against the wall his eyes closed, Darin slid in next to his co star, placing beers in front of them. Rob mumbled something, his head sliding to rest of Darin’s shoulder, turning his face slightly and touching his lips to the bare skin of Darin’s neck.

Connor watched in fascination as Darin simply chuckled softly and moved his shoulder pushing Rob awake, "company" he said softly and Rob sat upright blinking. Connor was lost for words; Rob Kelly was quite possibly the most perfect specimen of man that Connor had ever seen. So damn pretty, with his pale skin, short near-black hair, beautiful pouting lips and eyes framed with long sooty eyelashes. Eyes so blue they looked nearly unreal. Even so, it was actually Darin that Connor found himself unconsciously staring at. Darin wasn’t perfect, he was interesting, quirky, laughing, sexy, horny, strong, just the very man of Rob’s fantasies. Connor caught Rob smirking at his new-guy-to-meeting-Darin-in-the-flesh preoccupation and then leaned back against Darin again.