Love's Language

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Title: Love's Language
Authors: Luvstoriesatstoplights and Blindlyluv
Wordcount: 3054
Rating: PG
Summary: Our boys stumble across a secret. Will they break the code in time?
Disclaimer: We own only our silly words...

Part 1

 

They had found it necessary to have a code. 

Ever since those three god-awful homophobes from Theater Sports had found a note of theirs and subsequently beaten the shit out of Ryan in the alley behind the theater, they had communicated in secret. Safety and Protection was the name of the game. And anonymity. With a slew of family members on both sides who simply wouldn’t understand and nestled in a northern town full of uppity disapproving religious types, nobody could know. Ever. 

For their own protection, nobody could ever know. 

Somehow, those two had managed to keep it up for years. Their kisses hidden. Their touches veiled. Their all-too rare and fleeting trysts always thoroughly covered. 

Throughout their stint at SecondCity, they rarely if ever spoke aloud of their relationship, even if their eyes – from time to time - betrayed them onstage. Others simply assumed that they were just good actors… 

They even went as far as getting girlfriends in order to cover their tracks. Neither of them feeling the deep soulmate connection that they shared with each other with the women they had chosen to “share their lives” with. Always, always, there was that underlying knowledge that the other was out there. Sometimes far, sometimes not so far, but always connected by a series of letters that each kept in a cigar box in the dark recesses of their closets where no one would find them - where no one could decipher what was really going on. 

Throughout the years, there were heartfelt confessions, sweet lies and comforting words that were never allowed to be spoken, simply hidden behind jumbled, confused, false assemblages of symbols that, at their depth, revealed the honest hearts of two men in love. 

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 Greg Proops sat on the couch in the green room of Warner Brother’s studio #19, relaxing after the day’s taping. Trying to wind down before hitting the road, he munched on some goodies from the ever-present fruit plate and leafed through the newspaper.

 Jeff entered in his casual clothes - ripped jeans, t-shirt and sneakers – and flopped into a nearby chair.

 “Hey, Jeff.” Greg stated from behind the paper. “That was a hell of a show tonight, huh?”

 “Whew. I damn near lost it in Scenes From a Hat. Glad it’s over, though. I’m beat!”

 Jeff stretched, scratched his ribs and yawned on a large scale.

 “Try not to catch me in your vortex, there, Cochise.”

 “Hey, what’s that?”

 “What?”

 “That.”

 Greg lowered his paper to see what the hell Jeff was talking about and saw the young man pointing to a piece of purple paper lying under the coffee table. It had some kind of strange writing on it. Odd, mixed up fonts, uncentered and just…weird looking.

 Greg picked it up and frowned at it. Jeff, curious, joined him on the couch. Both of them squinted at the paper.

  

Weil meat

twos daisy

ate third

Eeyore nein

 

 “What the fuck is that supposed to be?”  Greg snarked. “Some freaking shopping list?”

Jeff  re-read the note, a puzzled frown on his handsome face, and scratched his head. “I have no earthly idea.”

“Hey, guys.”  Drew interrupted, poking his head through the door. “You are not gonna believe this. Dan wants us to come back and cover a couple more shots before we all go.”

“Aww MAN! I’ve already changed!” Jeff wailed.

Drew held up his hands. “I know, I know. Don’t say it. Where’s Ryan and Colin?”

“No clue, man.” Greg leaned forward, groaned, and tossed his glasses and the note on the table.

Drew picked up the note. “What the hell does this mean?”

 

(To be Continued!)