Birth of an actor

Aberdeen, this is a symbiotic relationship, OB.Of course, William Bradley could find interviews irritating, and he could ignore any reporter.Wandering away from the camera, even refusing to take pictures.But you, before you get paid $800 million or have a Golden Globe in your hands, you better develop a habit of liking attention.For all the movie promotions, just stay until the interview. Even if the reporter puts the microphone in your face, you have to concentrate, keep smiling, say something, just say anything stupid. "

So Orlando Bloom's ass is still sitting in the seat honestly, and at the same time, he is already sadly imagining how, in the interview, when those reporters find out that Glorfindel has disappeared, what will happen to Legolas " Eat it alive".

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November and December passed quickly, work, film promotions, year-end meetings, celebrations and the upcoming awards season were mixed together, and it was overwhelming. William and Lance only met twice in November. Next time, they're both so busy flying around the world that they rarely even talk because they either spend too much time on the plane or because of jet lag.

The two were not together on Thanksgiving. Lance went back to Roderick's mansion, and William was invited to Kansas. One of his cousins ​​was planning to hold a wedding during the holiday—if the Bradley family living in Kansas If everything is counted, William has a large group of relatives, and he is the pride of all of them.But given that most of the Bradleys never left Kansas, or even the small town where they lived, they didn't really have much idea of ​​how famous he was.

Bradley was very hospitable, especially William's grandfather Arthur Bradley, who even kept several sets of brand new bedding in his house all year round, just for occasional guests.

Of course, William can also invite Lance to Kansas for the holidays. Lance will definitely receive the warmest reception from everyone, but the problem is that people in the town are as curious as they are enthusiastic. If you are so curious, you may even make up the tenth season of "Grandmas", and firmly equate Roderick with the Youying family in the TV series.Even though real life is equally complicated, it is far less bloody and dramatic than TV dramas.

So by the time William and Lance can finally spend a quiet night undisturbed, without worrying about missing their flight tomorrow morning, it will be Christmas Eve.

William and Madeleine cooked a sumptuous meal together, the kind that even if he sweated like crazy for three hours in the gym, Madeleine went to rest a while after dinner, and William and Lance sat Played Need for Speed ​​in front of the TV.

Lance is a bit of a crazy racing enthusiast. When he was less than ten years old, he dared to sneak into the garage and drive a car. When he was 12 years old, he really drove three blocks before being caught by the police. But if he played games, his The level is not enough.After Lance's Ferrari fell to William's Porsche for the third time, he dropped the game controller on the carpet, looked over at William and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"There's some eggnog in the kitchen," William replied.

Lance nodded, got up and walked towards the kitchen.He found the remaining eggnog in the refrigerator, took two more glasses, and when he walked out, he found that the slow motion playback of the Ferrari in the game was still playing on the TV when William was standing In front of the window, after hearing the voice, he didn't turn around and said: "It's snowing."

Lance walked over and handed William a wine glass, and the two stood by the window watching the snow falling outside.One advantage of snow is that it can bring a feeling that the whole world has become silent, so although he doesn't particularly like snow, Lance still enjoys the atmosphere at the moment.He took a sip of his drink, moving his throat up and down as he swallowed, and found William staring at him.

"What's the matter?" Lance asked because of William's strange eyes, and he didn't think it was a desire, because after the first few days, they had temporarily passed the stage of craving each other.

William continued to gesture with a mysterious smile, and Lance looked up. Just above their heads, a dark green mistletoe was hanging, with small berries among the branches.

Lance looked at the mistletoe in surprise: "Oh. Did you hang it?"

"No, it might have been left by the Christmas tree delivery worker."

With that, William took Lance a step closer with the hand that was not holding the glass, and they were now standing directly under the mistletoe.

The sound of breathing became very obvious in this small space. Although it was a little far away from the fireplace, no one felt the cold. Instead, the heat began to accumulate from the abdomen.

"You know, there is such a tradition."

"What tradition?" Lance asked with a smile.

"It's a bit time-consuming to explain in detail." William's voice sounded extremely innocent: "I can demonstrate it to you."

Slipping his free hand under his shirt, Lance was pulled a little closer, and now their chests were almost touching.

Lance had to tilt his head back to prevent their noses from touching each other: "Okay, I'll wait." He licked his lips, half-closed his bright incredible eyes and stared at William and said.

William's fingers reached Lance's cheek, his thumb brushed lightly over the skin and into his hair, before leaning forward, obliterating the last few centimeters between them.

The first kiss was very soft, only the lips touched each other, and then separated after a few moments, the tip of the nose touched lightly. William smiled and pushed Lance to lean against the French window, and covered it with his lips. For his, slow second kiss, hands slid from hair to nape to wrap around Lance's neck.

Lance's entire upper body was leaning lazily on the glass, with one arm wrapped around William's neck, his fingers still gently grabbing his hair, and the other hand was still holding the wine glass steadily without spilling a drop of liquid.

Then there were many sweet and hot kisses, the kind that used lips, tongue and teeth, and more gasps and touches, and hands moving around, igniting the warm atmosphere into restlessness. It is possible to go further, their sanity is already burning.

At this moment, there was the sound of the door being opened.

The two immediately pulled their hands away from each other. William took a step back and used the movement of drinking to cover up his shortness of breath. Lance quickly straightened his hair against the reflection on the glass.

"Boys, have you gone to sleep? Why is the TV not turned off—" Madeleine stood in front of the sofa and turned off the TV with the remote control, looked around, and found them after turning around: "Oh, so you are here " She didn't come over, but just stood there and yawned sounding sleepy, and then waved to them: "Young people are full of energy. Good night, boys, don't talk too excitedly, Rest early, okay?"

Of course, William and Lance nodded obediently. After Madeleine's bedroom door was closed again, their breathing calmed down again.After a while of silence, there was a very quiet discussion.

"Did she notice that your ears are too red and my hair is messed up like someone has grabbed it?"

"Probably not. Do you think she saw that tooth mark on your chin?"

"I hope not."

"That—hiss! My lips will definitely be swollen tomorrow, as if stung by a bee."

"It seems to be bleeding a little. Come here, let me find some ice cubes and give you a cold compress."

"I hate you, and your perfect teeth."

"Yeah, I love you too."