Big Dump

TBC

Take One:

“Thom, hey, Thom!” Jonny laughs, holding the camera, waving his hand. Thom is running across the street, dodging the cars, grinning and smiling at every obscenity he hears. “Bastard” is answered with a wave of a hand; “Wanker” – thumbs up; “A scrawny sodding faggot” makes Thom stop and blow the driver a kiss. Jonny laughs and zooms to the scene, but it’s too late and blurry. He catches, however, a little bead of sweat rolling down the back of Thom’s head and under his shirt, and that makes him move his head from the camera for a second to take in the view of Thom without anything before his eyes.
Thom steps on the sidewalks with a final bow and chuckles as he makes his way toward Jon.
“Every time I see you now, you’ve got this camera,” Thom smiles and Jon is hasty to zoom this time, “Why are you filming me?”
“It’s for the documentary,” Jon lowers his camera and smiles. Thom finds it impossible not to smile back.

Take two:

“Jon,” Thom whispers with his eyes closed, “Jon if I open my eyes and see that freaking monster on the table, filming my pissed face, I swear I’ll find all the sodding tapes and burn them along with your guitar.”

Thom’s face is pressed against the table and he is convinced that his skin is diffusing into the wood at the moment. Jon couldn’t care less, though. He shifts the camera a little bit to get the better picture and folds his hands on his knees. He is eager to capture the moment when Thom falls asleep.

“I’m not going to fall asleep,” Thom murmurs and Jon thinks that he wouldn’t have to wait long.

Just as Thom’s breathing becomes deep and even, Jonny takes away the camera and scratches his shoulder slightly. Thom murmurs and groans when Jon picks him and guides him toward the door.

Take three:

Jonny thinks that the little red light in the dark looks like an opened eye of some kind of animal, watching them, but he still sets the camera on the chair in front of the bed where Thom is lying half-conscious. Jon removes his shoes and socks and then does the same to himself before crawling into the bed next to Thom and sliding his hand over the smaller man’s stomach.

The camera is set so it films only the edge of the bed, where their legs are entwined. Jon rubs his lips against the stubble on Thom’s cheek, inhales his smell and plays with his hair until the sleep claims him.
Later, when he watches the video, he realizes that it was too dark. There are some movements, but it’s impossible to tell what happened and he curses under his breath, fast-forwarding it to the dawn. When the sun rises, he sees Thom’s leg slide over his own slowly, dreamily, before he hears rustle of the sheets and Thom disappears for a while. He comes out a few moments later, and Jon can make out a “Naughty minx,” before the camera goes out of the focus and the picture turns black.