Producers Slash

random attempt to keep the comm alive!

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 23:55:11 GMT

has anyone else noticed that in "king of broadway", when max says "bialystock will be on top again" that the "again" sounds a little bit like "of him"...?

my friend pointed that out the other day... and i had to admit it sorta did... ^-^

yay videoness!

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:22:37 GMT

Usually i'm addicted to youtube, but i decided to try out google videos the other day and found some videos i never seen before. consequently, this little piece of treasure was found!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1572918620977658496&q=keep+it+gay&ei=aqR2SOCJLY6E4gK5zbCcCw&hl=en

its roger bart playing leo bloom during keep it gay! it's pretty much my favorite video of all time :)

another random piece of information: i saw YF last week! it was absolutely hilarious, and to my absolute GLEE, roger bart was performing :D we were scared he was gonna be out that day. but anyway, during 'the brain' he randomly did the carmen ghia mouth pop! it had all of us in a fit of giggles :D

WOO!

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 23:08:58 GMT

first, let me apologize for this not really being very slashy. :( but it's very producer-y!

the producers opened last night at the junior college my mom sells tickets for, and MAN, it was FANTASTIC! i knew it was gonna be good (nothing with great material can be less than good... i hope) but wow, it even exceeded my expectations.

me and a few other theatre-groupies have decided that we're gonna go to closing night and pester the cast for autographs. :) we did that at the closing show last year (although it was a different musical) and it was really fun. :D

oh, also! we went out to dinner after the show, and in the same restaurant, we saw this chick who had been part of the cast last year and had come to the show that night, and she ended up right behind us when we were paying. so then we turn around to leave, and the guy who played roger was standing there with her. basically, all of us freaked. :) i managed to contain myself enough to form a coherent sentence and told him he did a great job in the show or something. but i don't know, it was weird seeing somebody who i'd just seen onstage in a sparkly ballgown standing behind me in street clothes in a restaurant. xD

aaaanyway. excuse my rambling! if anything else amazing and producers-related happens, i shall let you all know. :D

(OH WAIT, i remembered something slashy! roger and carmen did a lovely fake makeout for the end of "prisoners of love". and i screamed. :D)

The Producers in Brazil

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 14:45:24 GMT

Hi guys, it's been so long!
So, I went to see the brazilian version os "The Producers", and I have to say something to you... It's the most slash thing ever!
They didn't modify the play, but the actor that plays Max got a little more physical with Leo than necessary.
Every opportunity he had to touch him, he would, and at one time (I think it was on the scene where Leo comes back and agrees in producing the play) he gave Leo a peck on the lips.
I almost gave a gigantic squee!!!
Well, that's it. Just thought I should let you know.
:-D

Kisses

Another Newbie, Im afraid. ^^

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 22:53:22 GMT

Well, last night as I got back from doing.... Well, I cant remember, I decided to watch The Producers again, As I have a copy of it on a disk, and it had been a rather long time since I had seen it. I neglected to realize that I hadnt seen it since apperantly, before I became a slash maniac. XD

So here I am, Minding my own bussiness, Watching one of my favorite musicals, when out of the blue, my Slash gland kicks in.

"This would be amazing slash." "Wow, Now I want to go read some Fanfiction for this..." "THATS IT, MUST WRITE."

And I was caught up with my ideas so much that I scribbled something down about the place in the movie where I was, and ended up with this:

Leopold stepped up to Ula, giving her a nervous, fake smile. Yes, she was beautiful, but that was the problem. Not only did they not need the distraction, but he didnt want Ula around Max. She'd steal away his coproducer! His IDOL! And... Leo had fainally gotten the man he had thought about since he had seen Bialyhoos at 42 all to himself! A stunning showgirl, even a hard-on worthy one, was not going to come between them. That was what Max promised, right? "U-um, er, Ula?" he stuttered. "We might have a position for you." "Infact, we might have MANY positions for you." Max rumbled by Leo's ear. A glance next to him proved that Max was staring straight at Ula, drooling. Oh god, but that thundering voice had not helped his sweed-induced erection....

Well, I finished the movie, and then stumbled upon this little community, and continued to read all the fics and admire all the art. Wastingyourgum, I LOVED the Blanket Coverage series, and Lobbyreal, Your art is amazing! *envy envy*

Well, anyway, This seems like a nice little community, and I would love to get aqquainted with you all! Im not all that fluent with the ways of Livejournal, But I will check back with updates, And maybe put up some fiction of my own sometime soon.

Nice meeting you all, and Happy Slashing!

hullo! newbie here :)

Fri, 02 May 2008 04:27:15 GMT

hi all, just thought i might make a quick introduction post since i've just joined. i'm new to the producers fandom, and try as i did (for like two seconds) NOT to slash it...icouldn'thelpit. <3

my mum sells tickets for a theatre company which, over the summer, is going to do "the producers" as part of their season! so that's exciting! :D

aaaaand last but not least: i solemnly svear to obey ze sacred seigfried oas, und never, never, never dishonor the spirit und ze memory of adolf elizabeth hitler. :)

..Icon

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 03:07:23 GMT

okay, well uhmm I'm not a computer genius expecially when using a knock off version of photoshop. But for the past couple weeks, I've been working on an icon, I think its funny, so maybe you might think so too.. either that or you will be disturbed out of your mind. Well uhmm here it is... *is embarassed*

question of the week

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 16:55:32 GMT

so where do all think carmen and roger met?

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 02:20:45 GMT

"After lurking in this community for a while, I decided to give something, and hopefully revive it.
A friend and I made this site where we try to find all the slashy moments in movies. The first one that we got screencaps for was The Producers. Sorry if the screencaps look bad but that was my first try at getting them.

Enjoy!

http://www.freewebs.com/movieslash/theproducers.htm

WARNING:NOT DIAL UP SAFE!!!!

[birthday] conga!!

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 00:40:45 GMT

happy 52nd birthday to nathan lane today. cool.

OMG - did I really just see that?!?

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 22:24:48 GMT

So I finally got to actually see the musical at the weekend and it was every bit as fantastic as I'd hoped.

And I got to see Max and Leo kiss ;o)

Both the leads were great - Leo was maybe 5 or 6 inches taller than Max so in Till Him Max pretty much ends up hugging Leo's chest instead of just resting his head on his shoulder. It was very sweet.

And Carmen and Roger were fantastic too.

But back to what you really want to know....

Max did an absolutely brilliant pratfall over the couch on the "How much do we put in?" line and when he got up Leo had just completely cracked. I mean completely gone, almost to the point of not being able to stand up. They somehow made it through the scene and Max had to practically help Leo out the door because Leo was still laughing so much. Then Max said to Leo "I want to see very little of you coz I have to sing a song now and you're making me laugh!" and as Leo turned to go out the door he turned back, grabbed Max's face with both hands and planted a big smacker on him.

Max started cracking up himself and said "You kiss worse than Hold-Me-Touch-Me!" - of course the audience is just dying laughing for the whole thing and my first thought? "I have to tell the guys on producers_slash about this!"

I think it was Leo's last night with the tour so they were obviously just having great fun with it.

Oh yeah and there was a family about three rows in front of me who left at intermission - I guess they hadn't seen the warning about it not being exactly suitable for young kids. You could almost the hear the parents toes curling during "King of Broadway"...

Sorry for the lack of fics btw - work is totally biting right now and I'm really blocked - hopefully inspiration will strike soon...

happy halloween :D :D

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 04:10:21 GMT

first of all - id like to apologize for the suckiness, but i desperately tried to get done before halloween was over, and i made it by 3 minutes!! so, click to see the celebration of halloween - producers style!

yes indeed, theyre all dressed up!

leo a mouse: the mouse references leo gets from max inspired this
max: a pimp - for obvious reasons
roger: a fairy princess - again, for obvious reasons
carmen: a black kitty - all black and they hiss - what could be more perfect?
and i think you can all guess who the ghost is xD

so beatlegirl4004 mentioned a leo/carmen thing before, and it intrigued me, so i thought id give in - and waht better what to have leo/carmen than to make carmen flirtasiously meow at a mouse-dressed-leo xD

...why does max look like a jack-o-lantern to me...?

HAPPY SLIGHTLY LATE HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!!!

Exclusive Rights - Part 1

Sat, 27 Oct 2007 17:25:10 GMT

Ehhhh... I'm not so sure about this one so feedback would be appreciated. I'm not certain about the new character's name for one thing so suggestions would be nice.

This one might not go anywhere - I'll see what kind of feedback I get.

Remember - please feedback the authors - it keeps them posting. ;o)

Title: Exclusive Rights
Part 1
Pairing: Max/Leo
Rating: PG

Characters (c) Mel Brooks

Max could swear somebody up there was having a great joke at his expense.

Leo had gone out to meet with the costume designer. Kevin had called earlier in a huge panic, claiming none of the costumes had shown up at the theatre. Max had listened for about 20 seconds before silently handing the phone to Leo who, as an Olympic class hysterical-fit thrower, knew exactly how to deal with them in other people. Max returned to the contracts he was working on and then stared once more at their too-short list of investors. Things were definitely not going well. Lately it seemed they had nothing but one piece of bad luck after another. He and Leo had been having more and more fights, usually about money and they hadn't spent any time alone together, other than when they were working, for weeks. If things didn't turn around soon they'd be in serious trouble both as professional partners and friends.

Leo had only been gone 10 minutes when there was a knock at the door. "We've finished casting!" Max had yelled, without even looking up, as the door opened.

"I'm not here to audition, I'm here to invest." That last word alone would have had Max's attention but the voice which spoke it sent a shiver right down his spine and into his pelvis. He was practically a blur as he leapt from his desk chair and hurried across the room, smoothing his hair and straightening his jacket in one well-practiced, fluid motion. By the time he actually took a good look at the voice's owner he was almost to the door.

His finely honed survival instinct told him it would probably be best if he didn't drool but it was a tough call. The woman with the voice like honey was dressed in clothes that said "Not only am I incredibly rich, I deserve it and you don't". She was mid-thirties, with deep chestnut brown hair and a figure a swimsuit model would have killed kittens for.

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure." said Max, thinking "...but I'd certainly like to!" Then he caught himself, "Bad Max! You promised Leo you would do things the hard way from now on. Little old ladies are strictly off limits. Of course this lady isn't exactly old... or little!" he thought, stealing a glance at her chest as he kissed her hand.

"Milton, Amanda Milton, Mrs." She slightly emphasized the last word.

"Charmed. Max Bialystock at your service. And what does Mr. Milton do?" Max hoped the answer to that was "Not much except rot."

"Whatever I tell him. And real estate."

Ah. Well, you couldn't win 'em all.

"I'd like to finance your latest show."

Then again - she hadn't even sat down yet and already she was singing Max's favorite song.

"Wonderful, we're always happy to help those with a keen interest in the theatre." Max guided her over towards the couch and they both sat down. "If you let me know what size of investment you were thinking of making, I can let you know what percentage that would get you."

"I was thinking all of it."

Max almost fell off the couch. "I'm sorry - I don't think I quite understand..."

"It's very simple Mr Bialystock - I want to completely finance the whole thing but, in return, I would expect exclusive rights."

"To the show? We would ordinarily get those as the producers but I dare say if you like it that much..."

"No, Mr Bialystock. I mean exclusive rights to you."

"To me?"

"If I completely fund your show you don't need any other financing do you? And I understand that you provide certain... extra services in return for investments that other producers do not. I would expect you to only provide those services to me - as your sole investor."

This was the point at which Max was sure he heard the theatre gods laughing at him. They were desperate for money and here was a gorgeous woman offering to give him all the backing he wanted and sleep with him and he was going to have to turn her down. Damn! A short while ago this would have been the very definition of a no-brainer but now he had Leo to consider.

"Well, I'm not sure what you may have heard about my past business practices but I can assure you..."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure I'll find somewhere else to invest my husband's money." She rose to her feet and headed for the door.

Max looked again at the empty safe behind him. If he was going to lose Leo anyway - maybe this could be the solution to both problems. What Leo didn't know wouldn't hurt him and it might save their relationship and their business.

"Wait!" She stopped and turned round. Max stood up and took her hand in both of his. "I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement." he said weakly.

She smiled. "Exclusive rights, Mr Bialystock - you and your show would both belong to me."

"What about my partner?"

"Mr Bloom? He doesn't need to know about our arrangement. In fact, I think it would be better if he doesn't know. I'm not interested in him and I would expect you not to be either any more." She sat down and started writing a check. Max was stunned - how could she possibly know about him and Leo? Nobody knew. Hell, Leo himself hadn't even known until recently!

"Just make sure he knows you're no longer available. Here's my card. I'll send a limo for you at 10am tomorrow." She handed over her card and the check. It was for a very large amount. She closed her purse, leaned in towards him and as she kissed him, grabbed his crotch and squeezed. Max yelped and took a step backwards.

"Now that's a fine way to say thank you!" she said with a wicked smile, then she turned and slowly walked out of the room. "10am, Max. I'll expect a better performance tomorrow. Oh, your costumes should show up about then as well." The door clicked softly shut behind her.

Max was still standing staring at the door when Leo got back shortly afterwards. "The cleaning company said there'd been a mix up with the costumes and we'd get them tomorrow about 10. Max - are you OK? Is that a check?" Leo took it from Max's hands. "Wow! That's wonderful! This is exactly the amount we need to keep things going! Milton - that name rings a bell. Where have I heard it? Oh well, I'm sure I'll remember. How'd you do it?"

"I'm... not entirely sure." said Max, taking back the check as he sat on the couch.

"Never mind - this is great. Let's go out for dinner to celebrate! And then maybe we can go home and keep celebrating?" Leo sat down next to Max. "I know we've both been very stressed recently and I'm sorry." He put his hand on Max's thigh and Max jumped up like he'd been electrocuted.

"No, I, uh, I'm not really hungry, Leo. You go ahead. I want to finish up a few things here. I'll see you at the apartment." Max saw the disappointed look on Leo's face and then looked back at the check in his hands and called himself every name he could think of under his breath.

"OK, I guess I'll see you later then. Goodnight, Max."

"Goodnight, Leo."

Max sat at his desk looking at the check for a long time. "It's just this once. We'll be back on our feet after this show and I'll go back to making money the proper way. Leo would understand. We're going through a rough patch anyway, he probably won't even notice."

He sighed. This was what he'd always done and usually for little pleasure and a lot less money. So why was it that this time he felt so cheap?

~~~~~~~~~~

The phone rang once before she picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ma'am? He's in the office on his own. Mr Bloom only stayed for 5 minutes then left."

"Thank you."

Amanda Milton hung up the phone and smiled. This was all working out perfectly...

~~~to be continued~~~

omgoodness

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 02:52:30 GMT

i was filled with glee in a schoolgirl type of way when i saw this! my apologies if you've already seen it, but if you haven't, you're in for a real roger/carmen treat :D

omgomgwatch!!

Coincidence..?!?

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 01:50:43 GMT

So, I went to my school's fall production of 'The Odd Couple' last night. As I was looking at the cover of the program, I noticed that the picture on it looked oddly familiar... Like I knew who the pople in it were. So, I came home and looked up the odd couple on Wikipedia. It turns out that Matthew Broderick and Nathan Lane starred in Broadway production of the Odd Couple in 2005. The show was about two guys, both divorced, the one being suicidal, who end up becoming roomates. Eventually the one gets so fed up, that he kicks him out and thus history repeats itself and so on. Anyways, I thought the show was about a gay couple at first, which made my imagination spark even further.... xDD Just thought I'd share that with you guys...

Chances Missed and Taken

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 18:03:58 GMT

Yet again lobby-inspired. This time a piece I don't think she's posted here before called Immortality. (Reproduced here by kind permission)

Wait a minute... If I keep writing fics for what lobby's already drawn she won't draw any new stuff!! Nooooo!!!!

Title: Chances Missed and Taken
Rating: PG

Characters (c) Mel Brooks

Chances Missed and Taken

"Max? Max, you have to let him go. The ambulance will be here any minute."

Max gave no indication of having heard him. He continued sitting there, clutching the younger man's body to his chest as if trying to will some of his own life into it. The rain which had started moments earlier began to fall in earnest. Max felt it begin to run down his face, mixing with the warm tears already there. It was a cold rain, typical for November, with a hint of sleet promising the colder weather to follow.

Max watched in a strangely detached way as the rain gradually started washing the blood away in scarlet ribbons towards the gutter. He could feel it congealing on his cheek where his head rested against the fair brown hair he loved to run his fingers through, now matted with blood and dirt from the street.

"Max..." Roger gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "Max, let him go. You need to have those cuts looked at and you'll catch pneumonia kneeling there in the wet."

Max shrugged off Roger's hand and tightened his grip.

"Max, I'm sorry but there's nothing we can do. He's gone."

Max winced as if Roger's words had physically hurt him. "He can't be. I was just speaking to him. He only stepped out to get sandwiches. He can't be."

"Roger!" a voice called from behind him.

Roger looked up at the crowd already gathering and recognised the shock of hair at the back. He pushed his way through and sighed with relief as he reached for Carmen's hands.

"Carmen - thank God you're here! I'm sorry I missed meeting you."

"I was just worried you'd changed your mind."

"No- never! Listen - can I borrow that umbrella for a moment? There's been a terrible accident."

"Of course." Carmen tried to see past Roger. "It's not someone we know, is it? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Can you please wait here for me for a minute - you don't need to see any of this."

Carmen smiled at Roger's protectiveness. "I'll be right here."

Roger walked slowly over to where Max was still kneeling on the sidewalk. He looked back from the tragedy in front of him to where Carmen had ducked under the awning of a restaurant across the street. "I don't tell him enough how much I love him. That has to change."

He looked back down at the grimy concrete. "Of course I would be wearing absolutely my favorite pair of jodhpurs today!" he thought to himself. "Oh well."

He knelt on one knee beside Max and held the umbrella over him.

"Max..."

Max spoke so softly Roger barely heard him. "I... never told him. All that time we spent together and I never told him." Max screwed his eyes shut and started rocking back and forth, as if cradling a child.

"He knew Max. We all knew."

"We'd barely even started getting to really know each other."

Roger again looked over to where Carmen stood, blowing on his hands to keep them warm. "That doesn't matter, Max. Sometimes the instant you meet a person, you can know everything about them you need to."

"Sir?" Max slowly relaxed his grip as the ambulance men took over. They worked gently and quietly, reminding Max that there was no need to rush, nothing would change what had already happened. "Are you a relative, sir?"

"No, I.. I don't even know if he has a family." Max looked shell-shocked as that realisation hit him. He stared after the ambulance as it drove off up the street. A policeman assured him they'd be in touch if they couldn't trace any actual family members.

Roger lifted him up to his feet. "Max, why don't you come back to my place?"

"Thank you Roger, but no. I'll..." Max tugged at the front of his jacket and pushed his hair from his face. "I think I'll go back up to the office for a while." he said suddenly.

Roger heard the edge that had crept into his voice. "Max..."

"No it's fine. I have a lot of work to do." Max turned and shook Roger's hand and Roger could clearly see the emotion being locked away behind Max's eyes. "These shows don't produce themselves you know!" He ineffectually brushed off the knees of his pants and walked briskly up the street and into the building he called home.

Roger sighed. He walked over the road to where Carmen stood, still waiting.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, a producer I know from a few years ago. That was his partner who was killed. A very nice young man called Daniel Rabinowitz. They met in '37 at the opening night of 'I'd Rather Be Right' and hit it off famously." Roger decided not to mention that he'd thought he'd been Max's date for that show.

"Oh, what a shame. Do you still want to go out for dinner?"

"No, I'm sorry, I'm really not in the mood." Roger saw the slight slump of disappointment to Carmen's shoulders. "But I tell you what - why don't we go to my place and order in some Chinese food? I've been meaning to show you my apartment for a few weeks now."

Carmen brightened up visibly. "Really? You're asking me back to your place?"

"Yes, and..." Roger thought back to what Max had said and decided to throw caution to the wind. "I was hoping you might stay."

"For the night?" Carmen blushed slightly. Roger felt his stomach flip at that adorable response and instantly knew he was making the right decision.

"No, for ever. I love you, Carmen. I want to tell you I love you every day for the rest of our lives. However long or short they may be."

Carmen choked, fanned his face with his hands and then hugged Roger fiercely. "I love you too Roger. And nothing would make me happier."

As they walked arm in arm up the block, Roger couldn't help thinking of Max, alone again in his office, and was very grateful for the chance he'd taken with Carmen. Whether they lasted 2 years or 20 or 50 he knew it would be worth it. He just hoped Max would find a second chance with someone else.

~~~~~

Max closed the office door behind him, then slumped against it and slid down to the floor. He sat cradling his head in his hands and sobbing quietly until it felt like he'd been crying forever and couldn't possibly have any tears left.

Then he took a deep breath, stood up, poured himself a large scotch and started looking up his list of investors for tomorrow's calls. Who needed a partner anyway? He worked better alone and emotional attachments just got in the way of business.

He didn't need anybody and that would never change.

He looked over towards the door with the two names printed on it and in a sudden rage, hurled his tumbler of scotch at it, shattering the glass.

He stared at the mess for a minute then made a mental note to call a glazier in the morning, poured himself another drink and went back to work...

What do you get when you fall in love?
You get enough tears to fill an ocean
That's what you get for your devotion.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.

What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow.
So, for at least until tomorrow,
I'll never fall in love again!
I'll never fall in love again!

I'll Never Fall In Love Again - Burt Bacharach / Hal David

~end~

arts blah -.-

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 22:46:38 GMT

"Look at me,
And tell me who I am.
Why I am
What I am.

Call me a fool,
And it's true I am.
I don't know
Who I am.

It's such a shame,
I'm such a sham.
No one knows
Who I am.

Am I the face of the future?
Am I the face of the past?
Am I the one who must finish last?

Look at me,
And tell me who I am,
Why I am
What I am.

Will I survive?
Who will give a damn,
If no one knows
Who I am?

Nobody knows -
Not even you -
No one knows who I am..."

PS 7.0
lyrics (c) Jekyll & Hyde - musical
characters (c) Mel Brooks

Roger Bart...

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 18:45:40 GMT

...is in Young Frankenstein (Fronkensteen!)!!!! ^_^
See him in it if you get the chance!

Beta reader?

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 02:32:12 GMT

Hey all,
I'm currently writing a fic with a Leo/Carmen talk and experimentation fling, and a Leo/Max confession. Would someone be willing to beta read it once it's done and give feedback to me? I would even be open to suggestions and guidelines so I don't write anyone out of character.
Thanks much!
-Sophia

Role Reversal - Part 3

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 20:52:06 GMT

The second half of this was partly inspired by a wonderful piece of art by lobbyreal called Tell Him. Actually all of lobby's art is wonderful but that's one of my favorites.

I would normally lock this to members (since it's higher rating) but for once I feel like sharing with the lurking masses...

Title: Blanket Coverage III - Role Reversal - Part 3 (of 3)
Pairing: Leo/Max
Rating: NC-17 (grown up things - you have been warned)

Characters (c) Mel Brooks

Role Reversal - Part 3

"Max?"

"Yes, Leo."

"Do you love me?"

Max closed his eyes. "Dear Lord, just kill me now... please!" he prayed.

Max could hear the quiet hum of the refrigerator, the steady rhythm of the ceiling fan, the muffled noise of people and cars in the street outside and behind it all the dull, distant roar of the city matched by the pounding of the blood in his own ears.

"I... I can't answer that, Leo. Please don't make me."

Leo stood up and then sat astride Max. The chair creaked slightly from their combined weight upon it. Leo placed both hands at the sides of Max's face and tilted his head forward.

Max breathed in slowly - he could smell the starch on his shirt, the leather of the couch behind him and the recently familiar smell of Leo, now mere inches away. "I can't do this... please don't make me do this..." he thought, "I've told hundreds of people I love them but I never meant it. It doesn't mean anything."

"Open your eyes."

"Leo..."

"Open. Your. Eyes."

Max slowly opened his eyes. He was looking directly into Leo's chest. Leo must have unbuttoned his shirt when Max had his eyes closed. He tried to lean forward, to hide there against Leo's smooth skin, but Leo firmly lifted his head up till they were once again looking into each others eyes.

The sadness that was always in Max's eyes remained but there was something else. It was as if a lot of armor had been removed and Leo was seeing far deeper than ever before. He saw the pain of years of not allowing anyone to get too close, the fear of getting hurt, not by rejection but by allowing someone else's happiness to come before your own.

"Do you love me?"

Max swallowed hard and opened his mouth but nothing came out. Several times he drew breath as if to speak and each time he let the breath go with no word spoken.

Leo looked once more into Max's eyes and smiled.

"I thought so." he said.

All the anger and hunger of earlier was forgotten. Leo held Max's face and kissed him softly, gently, as if he could kiss away all the doubts and fears and pain. He gently tugged at Max's lip with his teeth, and as Max opened his mouth, kissed the cut he had caused earlier before slipping his tongue inside Max's mouth. They sat for several minutes, eyes closed, exploring each others mouths, swirling their tongues together slowly and tenderly as if any sudden movement would break the spell of the moment.

As Leo finally pulled away Max kept his eyes closed, still enjoying the taste of Leo on his lips and listening to the familiar sounds around him. He sighed and opened his eyes.

"Leo. I never realised..."

"It's OK." Leo kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you for being honest with me. I know that's hard for you. And I'm sorry I got so mad at you."

"No, I guess I deserved it. I don't mean to shut you out, I just... I'm not good at... I can't..."

Leo stopped Max's search for words with another kiss.

"I think that's enough for today. Let me get those cuffs." Still sitting on Max's lap he reached into his other pocket, pulled out a set of keys and reached round to unlock the cuffs. As soon as one was undone, Max grabbed Leo's legs round his thighs, stood up and in one fluid motion whirled Leo round to land heavily on his back on the couch, with Max lying on top of him, between his legs.

"Oh boy, are you in for it now." Max growled.

"I certainly hope so" said Leo breathlessly, "but can I ask one favor?"

"A favor!" Max pushed himself up on his arms. "You've got some nerve Bloom, but you can ask. Don't beg for mercy though - you'll be wasting your breath!"

"I..." Leo paused as he found himself looking for the right words. He put one hand on the back of Max's neck, pulling himself up till their noses were almost touching. "I want you to really take me this time. Please."

Max was stunned. "You mean..."

"Yes. If you want to."

"If I...? Oh Leo, of course I want to but I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please, Max. I want you to but... I need to see you. I need to know it's really you."

"Leo, I..."

"Please."

Leo lay back, pulled Max's shirt off over his head and ran his hands over Max's chest as he kissed him again. He reached down and started unbuckling Max's belt until Max put his hand over Leo's, stopping him. "Max? What's wrong?"

"I... er... I usually leave my pants on. For a quick exit, you know?"

"So where else do you have to be right now?"

Max sighed. "Nowhere. There's nowhere I have to be and nowhere I'd rather be. But there's another reason too. You'll see..."

Max stood up, slowly undid his pants and stepped out of them. He was still wearing his boxers but felt just as naked as if he wasn't. Leo reached towards him. Max tensed but didn't move as Leo slowly ran a hand over the mass of scar tissue on Max's left thigh. "Oh Max - what happened?" Leo's voice sounded choked at the thought of what might have caused such a wound.

"I'll tell you some other time - I promise." he added hastily as Leo looked up at him. "You're the first person who's even seen that in, oh... years and years. It's a bit of a passion-killer, huh?"

Leo leaned forward and gently kissed the old injury. "No, not at all. Thank you, Max. Thank you for showing me."

Leo stood up and took off his own shirt and pants, then knelt naked in front of Max, tugged his boxer shorts down and slowly kissed his way up Max's thigh.

Max thought he'd never felt anything so wonderful. There was no game any more. Leo wasn't being "forced" to do anything and Max wasn't "making" him. This was entirely Leo's choice to be here at his feet.

Max ran his hand through Leo's hair and gasped slightly as Leo's lips gently passed over the tip of his cock and his hands gently rubbed the back of Max's thighs. He let Leo suck him for a few minutes then raised him up, laid him back on the couch and lifted Leo's legs to his shoulders.

"Last chance to change your mind..." he said.

Leo smiled, reached for the cuffs still dangling from Max's left wrist and snapped the free one around his own right wrist.

Max reached his other hand to Leo's face and stroked his cheek then moved his hand to grip Leo's erection as he slowly, slowly entered him. Leo gasped and clenched his teeth as Max continued to push forward, all the while gently stroking Leo's cock.

"Uhhh, god..." Leo grabbed Max's other hand, the one cuffed to him, and squeezed hard.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, yes, I'm... You're just so... uhhh"

Leo screwed his eyes shut as Max pulled back and then pushed forward again... and again... and again. Max looked down, not wanting to miss a thing. He'd seen this image so many times in his dreams and none of them came close to comparing to this beautiful reality. Leo looked so perfect lying there. He'd wanted him like this for so long but hadn't dared to ask and now Leo had freely offered himself, asking nothing in return except to be able to look into his eyes as they made love. Max had no problem taking it slowly, he wanted to remember everything about this moment for a long time.

"Max." Leo gasped as he opened his eyes.

"Wh-what?"

"I..." He looked directly into Max's eyes and said the words that tipped Max over the edge. "M-make me yours, Max."

Max shouted as he came, a great cry of release of so many things, all at once. He held Leo's gaze as long as he could before closing his eyes, drinking in the amazing sensation of coming deep within Leo, feeling the incredible warmth of the backs of Leo's thighs against his skin. He opened them again to see Leo tilting his head back, every muscle in his neck straining as he cried out himself, his cock pulsing in Max's hand as he came in hot, sticky threads across his stomach.

Max slowly slipped out of Leo and leaned forward to kiss him before resting his head on Leo's chest.

Leo draped one leg across Max's back and lifted his hand to stroke Max's hair. He laughed as Max's hand came up too, still attached to his by the handcuffs.

"Don't think I've forgotten I still owe you for that little stunt." mumbled Max into Leo's chest.

"I promise I won't do it again."

"No, don't promise that. Maybe sometimes I need a little reminder this is a partnership now and not a one-man show any more."

Max lifted his head and looked up at Leo. "I just hope you know where you dropped those keys." he said.

Leo smiled as he looked into Max's eyes and saw what he was really saying but what didn't need to be said.

"I'm sure we'll find them later."

~the end~

Role Reversal - Part 2

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 20:06:26 GMT

I'll be interested in feedback for this one as it went somewhere else entirely. I think influenced by a conversation I had with lobbyreal - either that or lack of sleep and stress from house moving...

I'll probably come back and edit the hell out of it at a later date... I have to admit my brain broke for a few days at the thought of Nathan Max handcuffed to a chair...

Oh and it has two plot bunnies in it I plan to skin and devour at a later date. Unless someone else catches them first...

Title: Blanket Coverage III - Role Reversal - Part 2
Part 2 of 3
Pairing: Leo/Max
Rating: PG-15 (handcuffs, language and moderate violence)

Characters (c) Mel Brooks

Role Reversal - Part 2

Max closed his eyes in anticipation of Leo blindfolding him with the scrap of blue blanket, the way he'd done to Leo so many times before. To his surprise, Leo wound the blanket nervously round his fingers and rubbed it against his cheek.

Max tilted his head back down. Interesting - Leo was clearly very uncomfortable and yet he'd been so determined a minute ago. What was going on?

Leo pulled another chair up and sat immediately in front of Max. He took several deep breaths and then put the blanket back in his pocket.

"Not going to blindfold me then?" Max asked with a half-amused smirk.

"No. I want to be able to see your eyes. They're not so good at lying as the rest of you."

Leo hadn't meant to be so blunt and he could tell Max was momentarily taken aback.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Leo leaned forward and put his hands on Max's knees. He'd been rehearsing this in his head for days now but he'd never really believed Max would fall for it and now he had him here, all the things he wanted to say were fighting each other to get out. He stared down at the floor, then at Max's feet, trying to organise his thoughts. His grip on Max's knees increased to the point of being painful.

Max carefully regarded the top of Leo's head. Leo obviously had something on his mind.

"Leo - is... is everything OK? I gotta tell ya kid, you're worrying me a bit here... This is meant to be fun after all... isn't it?" Max could hear the doubt in his own voice. He suddenly felt just a little bit less secure about his situation. Handcuffs! Damn it - why'd the kid gone for those? Ropes he could get out of any day of the week - that contortionist back in '37 had shown him several tricks. Boy, that had been a fun few weeks! The things she could do... "I'd throw my back out trying some of that stuff now!" thought Max, ruefully.

Max snapped back to the present. Something about Leo's continued silence was making him very uneasy so he tried to joke his way out of it. "So what you gonna do - call up Roger and Carmen and get them to come over for a torture-Max session? I warn you though, I have a very high threshold for pain - you have to, listening to some of those singing auditions!" He grinned his most winning smile at Leo but to his dismay Leo didn't even look up.

"No, I don't want to hurt you..."

"Well, that's a relief" thought Max.

"But I want some honest answers to some questions and you're going to sit there until I've got them." Leo lifted his head and Max was suddenly looking at somebody else. Still Leo, but with a fire in his eyes Max didn't recognise.

"Oh shit. He wants to talk." thought Max. "He's going to get all emotional and want to discuss 'feelings' or some such crap... real torture."

"Well" he said aloud, "If I'd known there was going to be a test, I'd have brought a pencil..."

The slap to his face was so unexpected, Max almost forgot to breathe for a minute. Leo grabbed the front of Max's shirt with both hands.

"Stop joking! You always turn everything into a joke!" Leo shouted.

"OK! OK! Fuck! I'm sorry! What the hell's gotten into you?" Max looked up at Leo, this time with real fear in his eyes. This was a different kind of freak out altogether. What the hell was happening?

Leo looked down at him, almost like he was looking at a stranger. Then he slapped him, much harder, across the other cheek and before Max could react Leo was almost lifting him off the chair by the fistfuls of Max's shirt he held in his hands and kissing him harder than Max had ever been kissed in his life. It was an angry kiss and there was an overwhelming feeling of... Max would have to call it hunger. He winced and tasted blood as Leo bit his lip before dropping him back onto the chair.

Max struggled to get his breath back. The ties round his elbows dug in painfully where they had tightened as Leo lifted him. Leo sat back down and grabbed Max's chin forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

He spoke softly but with passion.

"For months now we've been playing these games and every time you push things a little further and every time I let you because I trust you. Even after..." Leo choked slightly. "Even after that guy tried to rob us and I was scared to let myself be vulnerable again, I let you do what you wanted because I thought that eventually you'd start opening up to me a bit. But now I feel like I know you even less than before! You never let me see your face, you won't let me speak or touch you, most of the time you barely even take more than your jacket and tie off! I'm not saying I don't enjoy it Max - we both know I'd be lying if I said that but I'm tired of feeling like I could be anybody to you! Well not any more! You owe me, Max and what you owe me... is you. So you're gonna answer my questions, even if you don't want to..."

Max stared at Leo in astonishment. It was like watching a dam burst. He'd had no idea Leo felt this way. He nodded slowly and Leo started.

"Would you have run off to Rio with Ulla and left me to the police if she'd asked you?"

Ah - an easy one. "In a heartbeat. But that was a different me."

"When did you find out Ulla was cheating on me?"

"What?" Of all the questions Max had been expecting, this wasn't on the list.

"You heard me."

"Uh, when Roger came to visit me in Sing Sing that first time." Leo studied him carefully for a moment then seemed satisfied. He dropped his hand from Max's chin.

"Why didn't you tell me then?"

"Well you had a lot of other things to worry about. I didn't want to upset you."

"Did you beat up that guy that tried to rape me?"

Max paused slightly before answering. "Yes. That was me. I... didn't tell you in case it made you scared of me. It made me scared of myself a little bit."

"Why?"

"Why did it make me scared or why did I beat him up?"

"Why'd you beat him up?"

Max shrugged. "Because he tried to hurt you. Because I promised myself and you that I'd protect you. Because I was angry with myself for almost breaking that promise."

"Why did you tie me up that first time?"

"Because I wanted to see if you'd let me."

"Just that?"

Max felt Leo's stare going right through him. That blindfold would be really nice right about now...

He sighed. "No, because I thought you were getting a little cocky and I felt like... I dunno... I felt like I needed to reassert myself a bit. I felt like... like if you got too sure of your self you wouldn't need me any more." God, that was hard to admit. His shoulders slumped and he sucked his lip to try and stop the bleeding. " I really just meant it to be a joke but then things got out of hand..."

"You mean things got in hand..." said Leo softly.

Max chuckled and felt some of the tension go out of the room. That was more like the Leo he knew. "Yeah, they did, didn't they?"

"Why did you cry?"

That was one of the questions Max had been dreading. He lifted his head and looked straight up at the ceiling, avoiding Leo's eyes.

"Because... Ahhh hell... Because I hadn't felt like that in a long time, I guess".

"Like what?"

"Like it wasn't just sex. Like the person I was with actually gave a shit about me."

Max focussed firmly on a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling. There was a long pause.

"Max?"

"Yes, Leo."

"Do you love me?"

~to be continued~

^^

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 05:55:07 GMT

Ok, this is a random stupid doodle that I did the other night, took practically NO effort to do what so ever, but theyre just so darn cute, I had to post it! ^^

ahh, roger/carmen giggle-age, who could resist?? well..besides max and franz xP ...that pigeon has something wrong with it..

Blanket Coverage III - Role Reversal: Part 1

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 17:01:25 GMT

So, the post a day record will stop here unfortunately while I move house and am without net access *twitch* It'll give me time to work on the bigger story some more.

Knowing this I decided to be a total tease and post something that you will (hopefully) want a follow-up for and it'll annoy you to have to wait.

Tee-hee!

Title: Blanket Coverage III - Role Reversal
Part 1 of god knows
Pairing: Leo/Max
Rating: PG-13 (intro-fluff)

Characters (c) Mel Brooks

Role Reversal - Part 1

Max was almost in a good mood as he entered the office - it vanished instantly. He was used to seeing Leo with his hands behind his back but the large cop standing beside him was a new and unwelcome addition to the picture. Max fought the strong instinct to turn tail and run.

"Max Bialystock?"

"Yes..."

"This man is your partner, Leopold Bloom?"

"Yes... Is there some problem?"

"Well sir, we have reason to believe there are some... irregularities in the financial dealings of your business."

"What?!"

"We found these two sets of accounting books. They don't quite match up."

Max looked at Leo incredulously - surely he hadn't been dumb enough to try the same trick again and without even telling him!

Leo was standing looking very guilty, finding something on the floor very interesting.

"I'm afraid you'll have to come down to the precinct and answer a few questions." The cop spun Max around and slapped the handcuffs on him. Max was still in a daze - this couldn't be happening again, especially when this time he genuinely had done nothing wrong.

"I'm really sorry, Max." Leo said, sheepishly.

"Sorry? Damn right you should be sorry!" Max exploded. "What the hell have you done?"

"Well, for starters..." said Leo as he brought his hands out from behind his back, "I definitely think I've found the guy to play the cop in our latest play!" He looked up at Max and laughed at the look of complete bewilderment on his face.

"Tony - that was excellent. You've got the part!"

The cop rushed over and shook Leo's hand vigorously. "Thank you Mr Bloom! I won't let you down! Oh and Mr Bialystock - it was a real pleasure meeting you. No hard feelings I hope!" He took off his hat, badge and gun, stuffed them in a bag he retrieved from behind the couch and rushed out of the office.

Max was, for one of the very few times in his life, completely speechless.

"I told him it was a practical joke." said Leo, as he walked over and pushed Max onto the chair. "Only you and I know different." Max tried to stand up but Leo pushed him back down.

Max finally found his voice. "You devious, conniving, sneaky..." Leo put his hand over Max's mouth. "Ah, ah, ah - you don't want me to have to gag you, do you Max?" He removed his hand and took off Max's hat.

"You let me out of these cuffs right now Leo, or so help me God..."

"No, I don't think I will just yet. It took a bit of planning and a lot of nerve for me to get you into this position and you're going to sit there till I've said and done what I want to."

"You are in such trouble when I get out of these."

"Oh I know that but I figured since I'll be in trouble no matter what I do, I may as well enjoy it and make the most of it."

Leo loosened Max's tie and opened the top of his shirt. "First, I'm going to tie your feet to the chair..."

"Like hell you are!"

"...Or you can sit there in those handcuffs for a very long time."

Max sighed. Whatever Leo was up to, he was obviously determined and how bad could it be? "OK, go ahead."

Leo slipped Max's shoes off and then using his tie and Max's, firmly tied Max's ankles to the chair. Max looked down - any hope he'd had that Leo wasn't any good at tying knots instantly evaporated. "He was probably a friggin' boy scout!" he thought to himself. Leo then put another tie through Max's arms and secured those to the chair as well, for good measure.

Leo stood behind Max looking down on him. He suddenly appreciated why Max enjoyed this so much. He could do almost anything right now. The feeling of power was amazing.

He suddenly dropped his hands onto Max's shoulders. Max, to his credit, barely flinched.

He then put one hand under Max's chin and tilted his head all the way back. Max's deep brown eyes stared steadily back at him. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes I am." Leo smiled as he slowly removed the piece of blue blanket from his pocket...

~to be continued~

First Impressions - Part 2

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 19:26:59 GMT

Title: First Impressions
Part 2 of 3
Pairing: Max/Roger
Rating: PG-15 (last part will be locked)

Characters (c) Mel Brooks

First Impressions - Part 2

As rehearsals started David sent Roger backstage to round up a missing chorus girl. He found her by the stage door enjoying the amorous attentions of a young man who was leaning against the wall with one hand, while the other was on her backside, pulling her in close. He was murmuring sweet nothings into her neck and she was giggling like a 12 year old.

"Susan! You were due on stage 5 minutes ago!"

"Oh god - sorry Roger! Sorry Maxie, I have to go."

"No problem, sweetheart. Catch you later", said the young man, giving her a playful slap on the rear as she ran for the stage.

With a start, Roger recognized the young would-be producer from the auditions a few weeks ago. "Oh, Mr Bialystock... Um... nice to see you again."

"Call me Max, please. Roger, isn't it? I was hoping to catch you actually. Listen Roger, I was wondering - are you free for dinner tonight?"

"Oh! I, er, well I'm not sure what David is doing..."

"He's having dinner with Boris - I know, I just arranged it. So I'll see you here about 7 alright? Great! See you then." and with that he was gone, leaving Roger slightly breathless and bewildered.

.....

Roger had several notes to put together for David so it was closer to 7.15 when he stepped out of the stage door. Bialystock was there in the alley but with a different chorus girl this time. She had her arms around his neck and was talking softly to him as he stared unashamedly at her cleavage.

"Maybe tomorrow gorgeous - I already have plans tonight." She pouted and he kissed her before appreciatively watching her wiggle off towards the street.

"Roger! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten! Never mind - you're here now. Listen", he said, taking Roger's arm. "I was going to take you to Sardi's but David and Boris went there. However I know this fantastic place just round the corner that does the most amazing seafood - you like seafood? DeBris - that's French right? I love French food but all that cream is hell on my waistline. Wonderful wines though. I'm more keen on reds than whites myself - I bet you're the same right? Can't beat a good red wine, especially with steak. I eat steak way more than I probably should but a man's got to keep his strength up, eh? Ah, here we are - hope you brought your appetite!"

Roger found himself at a dimly lit table with a good looking meal and a large glass of wine in front of him and very little idea how he'd got there.

Bialystock was making swift work of a large lobster and Roger found himself wondering how the other man stayed in shape given his obviously enormous appetite. Probably his strict exercise regime of chorus girls...

"So how long have you worked with David?" Bialystock was asking.

"About 6 months. It's been a wonderful experience."

"I bet! He's one of the best directors in town. You want to direct yourself?"

"I hope so, maybe someday, but for now I'm still learning."

"I bet David is teaching you all sorts of things." said Bialystock with a large wink. Roger blushed and hastily gulped down some more wine. "Did you see that new play we sent over last week?" Bialystock asked as he topped up both their wine glasses.

"Yes, I thought it was wonderful. I made some notes on it but I haven't had the nerve to show them to David yet." Roger caught himself wondering why he was sharing this with a man who was still pretty much a complete stranger.

"You did? I'd love to see them!"

"Oh no, it's nothing. Besides, I don't have them on me - they're at my apartment."

"Well that's just a few blocks from here isn't it? Come on - I'd really like to know what you thought. "

"How do you know where my apartment is?" thought Roger, finishing his wine as Bialystock paid the bill. They exited into the street and Roger swayed slightly as he hit the fresh air.

"Whoa! Little bit too much vino there, Roger?" Bialystock put a hand on his back to steady him as they started up the street.

"No, I'm fine."

"Sure you are."

.....

Next thing Roger realised they were at his front door and he was fumbling for his keys.

As the door suddenly swung open he lost his balance and fell forward. Bialystock caught his arm and steered him towards the couch, almost landing on top of him as Roger collapsed into the mass of pillows. Roger was very embarrassed but the other man seemed not to notice anything amiss. He stood up and adjusted his jacket.

"So, where are those notes, Roger?"

"Uhhh...They're on the table by the window."

Bialystock wandered over and started flicking through them as Roger tried and failed to sit up.

"These are really good, Roger! You should definitely show them to David. Better yet, I should show them to Boris and ask him to find something for you to direct yourself!"

He came back to where Roger was lying and leaned over him, casually placing his hand over Roger's on the back of the couch. "Would you like me to do that, Roger?"

Roger looked up into a pair of gorgeous deep brown eyes.

"Mr Bialystock.."

"Max, please."

"Max... I'm, er, a little confused here. I've already seen you twice today with your head in some chorus girls bosom but I could swear you're trying to seduce me."

"I am?" Bialystock leaned in a little closer. "Is it working?"

"It might be." Roger admitted.

"So what's the problem? I appreciate beauty and talent wherever I find it Roger, and you have both to spare."

Roger snorted. "Beauty? Hardly!"

"Oh, I think you're doing yourself a disservice there, Roger! You're a very attractive man. And you have a lovely singing voice."

Roger thought Bialystock's voice would make a nun need a cold shower. Then he realized what had just been said.

"When did you hear me singing?"

"Just now in the street on the way here."

Roger giggled. "Was I really singing? I must be drunk - I usually don't have the nerve."

"Well, I maybe topped up your glass a little more often than mine."

Roger smiled and gave in. "You deliberately got me drunk, Mr Bialystock!"

"I told you - call me Max." he said as he reached over behind Roger's head and turned out the light...

~to be continued~

newbie-age

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 02:21:00 GMT

hello, everyone :D im new kinda...i've been watching this community for a while and finally decided to join it. i know its kinda quiet nowadays but itd just be sexy if we could get it to revive. i believe in it! anyway, producers slash is definately hot/adorable xD im not picky, max/leo, carmen/roger, ...carmen/anyone loll i adore him. but him and roger are just the cutest couple to ever exsist on the planet! <3 them!