Nightwalker Ch. 2
Title: Nightwalker
Pairing: Ewan/Hayden
Rating: NC17
Summary: Hayden's dreams of becoming an actor didn't stand a chance in the unforgiving city of Los Angeles. Left with nothing in his wallet, and nobody to turn to, he was forced to work the streets just to get by. His life takes a dramatic turn one night when billionaire playboy Ewan McGregor pulls up to his side of the street.
If that wasn't a big enough hint, this story is an AU loosely based on Pretty Woman- at least at the start. It also rips off Moulin Rouge, Down with Love, and makes random Star Wars references.
Warnings: There'll be gritty parts, violence, pr0n, and coma-inducing fluff. I'll give you a mini warning at the start of each new chapter.
Disclaimer: It's all up in here *thumps index finger to temple*
Previous Chapters: 1
Chapter 2
Hayden stretched fully over his warm bed, one arm slung haphazardly over the edge, and the rest of his body buried under a mountainous duvet that smelled faintly of apple. He sighed in contentment, a smile playing across his lips. He couldn't quite remember a time when he'd been so utterly comfortable. Unfortunately, logic soon swept through the dreamy haze, revealing the fact that his bed at home was neither warm, nor had it ever smelled like any sort of fruit.
Instantly, his eyes snapped open and he realized he wasn't at all in the safety of his own apartment.
“Shit, shit, shit...” he swore softly to himself, rolling out of the bed and stumbling to his feet. His head was killing him, the disorientation making his body feel weak. This had never happened to him before. He'd never fallen asleep in a bed other than his own... something else must have happened. Something must have gone wrong. Something... felt remarkably... different.
Hayden looked down at his body, realizing he was wearing nothing but a pair of black silk boxers. He cringed inwardly, but then felt the price tag sticking out the back... at least they were new. They also cost more than Hayden spent on food for a month.
Right... he remembered the guy who'd picked him up last night had money coming out of his ears. There wasn't any sign of him in the bedroom though. There wasn't any sign of Hayden's clothes either.
He fumbled around the room but couldn't find any of stuff, save for the small stack of bills on the bedside table. It was all there, as per their agreement last night, so Hayden wasn't about to complain... though the events that must have taken place only hours before were fuzzy in his mind. What the hell had happened last night, and more importantly, why couldn't he remember?
“The guy had a weird name,” Hayden muttered to himself thoughtfully, “Eden. Enen. Ewlin. Ewan! That's it. Took me back to his room. Strawberries..?”
Hayden couldn't recall much else. Naturally, the more he panicked to remember, the more he forgot.
Forgetting was one thing that Hayden couldn't afford to do- not when it was so easy to get hurt. Reality quickly kicked in, and Hayden felt a sick feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't been drinking. Hayden never drank around other people; it was to risky. What else could it have been? Had the guy slipped him something? GHB, or something worse? Hayden certainly didn't feel any nausea. His body was physically at ease, no painful indicators of being forcefully entered during the night. There wasn't even any sign that another person had slept in the bed with him.
Realizing his fears were being fed by his paranoid imagination, he shook off the anxiety and ventured out of the bedroom.
~*~
Ewan McGregor sat comfortably at the breakfast table, pouring himself over the pages of the morning paper. He'd gotten used to seeing his name splashed over headlines, even if most of the information was fabricated. Seemed he was always causing a commotion wherever he went, whether it was in the business industry, or the social circuit. For him, it was always one lucrative deal after another, searching to expand profit margins and increase his net worth. Ewan liked to compare his company to a child, one that he'd fed, and nurtured, and loved. Of course, his baby also kept him up at nights, and had the ability of producing mass amounts of shit, but that was understandable. Ewan was good at what he did, and took full liberty in enjoying his wealth, almost to the point of predictability. That is of course, up until last night.
Ewan tossed the paper aside, reaching for his freshly brewed cup of coffee.
On any evening in London, he'd have dropped in on one of his exclusive clubs, gone directly to the VIP lounge, and picked up the first gorgeous thing he laid eyes on. He rarely took anyone to bed with him. Why bother when there were plenty of places and plenty of opportunities to fuck whoever he wanted? Yet somehow, on his first official night in LA, he'd brought a hooker back to his hotel room and had given him what had to be the best blow job of his life. Despite appearances, Ewan hadn't done it on a whim. He rarely did anything without considering the consequences- it just so happened that his basic instints often coincided with his thought out projections. He'd wanted the boy, so he'd taken him. There wasn't much else to it.
“Arggghh... why is so fucking bright?”
Glancing up, Ewan saw the young man groaning in what seemed like sheer agony. Dappled light filtering from the window fell on Hayden's body, making the firm lines of his pecs even more pronounced than Ewan had realized last night. He was used to being around beautiful people, but Hayden was in an entirely different league. His looks hadn't been manufactured. They hadn't been refined by a surgeon, or sculpted by a personal trainer. He was simply raw and appealing in ways that sent Ewan's blood rushing south. It took the savvy billionaire a full three seconds to find a response.
“It's called the sun. Tends to make an appearance every morning; they say you could set your watch by it.”
“I don't do mornings,” Hayden grumbled, absently running a hand over the back of his long neck.
“Well feel free to go back to bed for a little while...”
“Can't. My hours are up. Where are my clothes?”
Ewan wasn't too concerned with Hayden's skittish manner. It was a self preservation tactic, and past experience was telling the boy to get out now. Fortunately, Ewan had found a convenient way around that.
“They're getting cleaned. Had a bit of whipped cream on them, sorry about that.”
Blue eyes narrowed on him suspiciously.
“Relax Hayden. If I were going to make you my prisoner I'd have come up with something more original than hiding your clothes,” Ewan said calmly, “Why don't you sit, have some breakfast? You must be exhausted after last night.”
“You never slept in the bed,” Hayden frowned, noting the pillow and blankets tossed haphazardly over the couch.
“I like my personal space. Besides, I didn't know what your rule was as far as sleeping arrangements were concerned, and you weren't awake long enough for me to ask.”
“What the hell happened last night?” Hayden asked with a puzzled stare, "Did we even...?"
“Oh, believe me, if we had fucked, you would remember it,” Ewan smirked to himself, confusing Hayden even more.
“Don't look so lost!” Ewan took Hayden's hand and tugged him down so he was straddling his lap. The body in his arms was immediatley rigid, but didn't pull away.
“So you want know what happened?” Ewan's lips brushed Hayden's as he spoke, feeling a bit of the boy's tension ease slightly as he ran a hand up the smooth back. Hayden nodded wordlessly, bracing his hands against Ewan's shoulders.
“Well... there were strawberries, whipped cream, and your cock. Possibly the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Do you remember that?”
Ewan's few words brought back an entire host of images to Hayden's mind.
“Oh...God, you gave me a blow job! The best fucking blow job of my life,” Hayden said with eyes wide, then blushed instantly at his own outburst.
“Shhh, I'm telling the story,” Ewan insisted nipping at Hayden's bottom lip playfully.
“Ow! Fine. Tell the fucking story."
“Well.... you were lying there, with your cock so beautifully decorated. I was dying to take a picture of it, but I doubt you'd have appreciated that.”
“No,” Hayden said emphatically.
“Exactly why needed to store a mental image for later use. As a result, I had to go slow.”
“I hated you for taking your time like that- you were killing me!” Hayden glared, remembering the agony he'd gone through while the man had teased him.
“I'm sorry... but I made up for it, didn't I?” Ewan asked appealingly, “I flicked my tongue out, taking in small dollops of cream from your shaft. I licked and stroked, and you were groaning so hard I thought I'd come just from the sound of your voice. I couldn't resist going for the strawberry on top. I made sure you were watching me as I bit into it, letting the juices run over your head.”
“I'd never seen anything that erotic before... sorry about thrusting up like that,” Hayden cringed at the memory.
“My fault for not holding you down.” Ewan smirked, “Once I got the whipped cream out of my eye, I tried it again, this time my hands firmly placed on your hips, pinning you down so I could play with you some more. Fuck- you were thrashing around so much, I thought you'd come any moment... but you didn't. You stayed hard for me, and it turned me on even more.”
“I couldn't hold on much longer... I was begging you to take me.”
“So I did. I worked you deep inside my mouth, the last traces of the cream frothed in a ring around my lips.”
“I wanted to lick them clean... fuck, you took me in so far. I remember hitting the back of your throat.”
“You whimpered like I was killing you, but I didn't stop. I couldn't take my eyes off you. Your head was thrown back, your eyes closed, your hands fisted in my hair. You were beautifully responsive when I slid up and down your cock. I slowed my pace, knowing you were on the edge... I swear you shot me a look that could kill.”
“You enjoyed torturing me.”
“Only because I wanted you to come harder than you'd ever come before. You started thrusting into my mouth. Slowly at first, but then I was in a race against you. Equally matched I'd say. Harder I sucked, the harder you fucked."
“The things you did with your tongue... I couldn't take it anymore."
“You orgasmed with this deep throated cry, clutching at me so hard it hurt. I wish I could have tasted you when you came in my mouth.”
Hayden swallowed dryly, even as Ewan's lips teased his. Needless to say, his boxers were now so ridiculously tight. Ewan had been right- he'd never come that hard before. Seemed like it had gone on forever, and he hadn't been able to keep up... then... then what?
“That's the last thing I remember,” Hayden said in surprise, tilting his head back as Ewan kissed a path down his throat.
“Not surprising. You passed out when you came, toppling off the couch before I could catch you. It was quite amusing actually.”
Hayden's eyes widened in horror, and he pulled back to meet Ewan's laughing eyes
“No... that's not... I couldn't have,” Hayden said defensively, shooting up from the billionaire's lap and diving into the seat safely situated on the opposite end of the table. He tried to think, but the pressure in his crotch screamed at him for attention. Incredibly uncomfortable, he stroked the front of his boxers for relief, making sure his hand was well hidden under the table. There was no way Ewan could be telling him the truth about last night. Hayden rarely had satisfying orgasms, and the only incredible one's he'd ever had were with himself. Even if last night had been an exception, he couldn't possibly...
“Think again,” Ewan smirked at the red stained cheeks. Hayden was beautiful when he blushed like that. “Tell me, do you recall anything after that fabulous orgasm?”
Hayden's brow furrowed in concentration, and Ewan could practically see the reaction stages flitting over his face as he pieced together the fragmented memories.... denial, remembrance, examination, re-examination, cross-examination... realization...
“SHIT,” Hayden groaned, burying his head in his hands, “I swear I've never done that before.”
“That's what they all say,” Ewan grinned in self satisfaction, but noticed that Hayden just kept getting more jittery.
“No- I mean, I didn't do it on purpose, to avoid having sex with you.”
“Hayden, I know,” Ewan said with a smile, “I mean who wouldn't want me to fuck them? I'm rich, and gorgeous, and-”
“Look, you don't have to give me the full six hundred! It's my fault that I orgasmed so hard I passed out.”
“Well don't take all the credit. I'd like to think I was involved.”
“It only lasted a couple hours anyway so-”
“Hayden, I asked you to stay the night, and you did. At no time during our agreement did we stipulate any conditions. Besides, it's an incredibly poor show of character to back out of a deal.”
“But you didn't even get off! I was the one who had the mind blowing orgasm while you did all the work.”
“I wouldn't call it work.”
“But-”
“Hayden!” Ewan sighed, put down his coffee, and held the boy's eyes with a quiet intensity, “Don't get me wrong, I like coming as hard and as often as the next guy, but sex is a two way street. I enjoyed seeing you lose yourself in pleasure like that. It was fucking hot actually, all those sounds you make. If I had my way I'd have kept you awake for hours, sucking your dick until it got hard again just so that I could blow you one more time. As it is I think I took the teasing a little far, and you passed out. I guess that means I owe you an apology.”
The younger man squirmed slightly in his seat, and Ewan smiled inwardly, knowing the effect his words would have had on Hayden. He decided to put him out of his misery.
“Besides, what makes you think you didn't get me off last night?”
Hayden frowned slightly, “What happened next?”
“I hauled your arse to the bed- and let me tell you, you're a lot heavier than you look."
“The boxers?”
“Just thought you'd feel more comfortable if you didn't wake up completely naked in a strange bed. Besides you looked fucking hot in them. You have no idea how hard I got seeing you like that after I'd just sucked you off. I had half a mind to go find Ashley squared and do them both, but they weren't what I needed.”
“So what did you do instead?” Hayden asked, unable to hide the husky tone of his own voice.
“I leaned up against the wall, watching you in bed. Your lips were parted, and your breaths were slow, deep. I didn't realize I'd unzipped my pants until my hand was already on my dick. I can't even remember the last time I had to jerk off. Usually there's a willing body around, and if not, I can shake it off easily enough. Only, I couldn't do it this time. I stroked myself harder, too close to care about anything else but watching you. Your long legs twisted in the sheets, your body stretched itself as you tried to get comfortable. Then you moaned. This long, content, perfect moan. I managed to come all over my hand without a sound- didn't want to wake you.”
Hayden swallowed drly. Nobody had ever spoken to him like that before. Blunt, raw, passionate. All the things Ewan appeared to be. Even if he never saw the man again, Hayden he wouldn't forget what had passed between them. He wanted Ewan to take him right now; to do all the things they should have done last night when he still had the excuse. Admitting such a thing to himself was a little shocking. Actually wanting to get fucked instead of dreading it? He wondered whether the force of that orgasm had fried a few of his brain cells too.
“Well... that's good then...” was all Hayden said in reply, picking up a warm croissant off the closest plate and nibbling at it. It wasn't hunger, just nerves.
“Yeah, I figured you'd either find it voyeuristic, or it would turn you on. By the way your hand's moving over your dick right now, I'd say it was the latter.”
Hayden choked.
“Hey! Chew,” Ewan ordered, waving a teaspoon at him reproachfully.
Hayden tossed him an embarrassed, annoyed sort of look, knowing full well that his ears were flaming red.
“God you're adorable when you're flushed,” Ewan smirked, “Want some crumpets? I hear they're legendary.”
“I saw this movie already. You're just trying to fatten me up so you can eat me.”
It was Ewan's turn to splutter on his coffee before he quickly regained his composure, replying, “Oh... I had enough to eat last night.”
“Well you should have something at least. Seems like you ordered ordered the entire breakfast menu- can't waste it,” Hayden stated, an entire pancake-like entity sticking up off the end of his fork. Okay, so maybe he was a little hungry.
“I had coffee; that'll hold me over until noon.”
“A cup of coffee isn't breakfast. You know caffeine can be really addictive?”
“Nonsense, I've been drinking it for years. Besides, an old guy like me doesn't need much to get him going in the morning.”
“You're not old,” Hayden snorted, “What are you anyway.... twenty-five? twenty-six?”
“Try twenty-nine.”
“Wow. Okay yeah, you're old.”
Ewan scowled, and chucked a piece of dry toast at Hayden, who dodged out the way laughing.
“What about you Hayden? Probably should have asked you this question last night.”
“Me? I'm... twenty-three.”
Ewan gave him a 'like hell you are' look
“Fine, twenty-two.”
“You really can't lie worth shit.”
“Twenty-one!”
“If this sinks lower than eighteen, then I don't want to know. I may also need to speak to my lawyer.”
“Nineteen,” Hayden sighed reluctantly, “I'm nineteen.”
Ewan nodded, draining the last remnants of his coffee, then staring at the empty cup. Fucking nineteen years old and getting screwed for a living. It was a hell of a life to lead. At his age, Ewan was already working towards his MBA at Eton, and spending Summers in Italy with his socialite friends, partying, drinking, and fucking for all they were worth. Which was a lot. He knew nothing of the hardships that had shaped Hayden into the haunted young man he was today.
“Do you have any family?” Ewan asked.
Hayden shook his head, "Just me. I prefer it that way.”
“I completely agree.”
“What about your wife?”
Ewan's eyes widened, "Wife! For fuck's sake, what would I do with a wife? Never said I was married.”
“But your ring...?” Hayden asked, nodding towards the gold band on Ewan's hand. It was the type of thing you'd assume to be fake at first glance, just because it was so detailed. On closer inspection it was quite remarkable.
“It's family ring, has our Scottish clan's crest on it” Ewan grimaced, “my ancestors started the tradition years ago, the sick bastards. When you reach the age of ten, or when you marry into the family, you're given one. Whether you want it or not.”
Hayden couldn't imaging not wanting one. Aside from the fact that it was gorgeous, it meant something. It meant belonging somewhere.
“Wait, does that mean... all this time you thought I was married?" The man asked in disbelief.
“It's pretty common for me," Hayden shrugged, as a sudden pounding at the entrance broke their conversation.
“Must be your clothes,” Ewan said offhandedly, watching Hayden jump up to answer the door.
“EWAN! Where the bloody hell have you been!”
The visitor was not, in fact, the maid.
“Jude... nice to see you too,” Ewan got to his feet and grinned as his slightly eccentric friend stormed in, taking off his coat and tossing it to Hayden as if he were the help. Ewan concealed a smile as Hayden sidestepped the vintage Armani and let it fall to the ground in an unnoticed heap.
“Don't give me that smile McGregor- You didn't call when your plane came in and I had no idea if you'd even made your flight! See why I tell you not to fly a passenger airline? Then I get home from the office and call the hotel sixteen times, but you weren't there! Your bags had been delivered, but you'd gone off somewhere on a joy ride! Which reminds me- where the hell is my car? You know it's one of my favorites. Well! I'm waiting for a bloody explanation? Whenever you'd like?” Jude's waved a hand in a get-on-with-it motion.
“I got a little lost last night Jude. Oh, and I might have broken your GPS system,” Ewan explained apologetically, “Hayden, this is a good friend of mine. Jude Law.”
“A friend?” Jude scoffed not even bothering to look in Hayden's direction, “I'm also your agent, your financial adviser, and the vice executive chairman of McGregor Enterprises!”
“Only because I don't trust anyone else with my money,” Ewan smirked, ruffling the other man's hair.
“Ewannnn...” Jude whined, pawing at his own hair in an effort to fix it, “Come on, we've got so much work to do. I've got the entire day planned and we're already thirteen minutes behind schedule! You DO realize that you're hosting the Charity Ball tonight?”
“I am?”
“EWAN!”
“I remember Jude. We've only been planning it for the last six months. Just relax, nothing's going to go wrong.”
“That's what you say now- next thing you know we're being held hostage by Cuban terrorists.”
“One time- that happened one time! And they weren't terrorists, they were angry cab drivers.”
“Sure they were, now can we get down to business? We're due at the advertising agency at 2:30pm so you can be around to approve the final prints, but right now we have to discuss who you'll be taking to tonight's ball. The press has been hounding me for informa-”
“Hellloooo...? Laundry?” A lyrical voice called from the doorway.
“Yes! Right here,” Hayden said, looking somewhat relieved at the interruption. He'd grown quite dazed trying to follow the verbal volley between the two men in suits. Taking the clothes from the woman, Hayden found himself amused at how his cheap outfit had been painstakingly pressed, folded, and scented with something that smelled suspiciously of lavender.
“Who the hell are you?" Jude frowned, noticing Hayden for the first time, "Ewan I hope nobody saw you bringing that up to your room.”
“I have a name,” Hayden muttered.
“So does my poodle. What's your point?”
“Jude- would you stop being so pretentious?” Ewan sighed, “This is Hayden. We sort of... hooked up last night.”
“So I see. Hooked being the operative word I presume? Ewan, what you do with your personal life is your own business, but for goodness sake, use a little discretion. We're not in London any more... people here aren't as open minded about your escapades.”
“Hear that? You're an escapade,” Ewan winked at Hayden.
“I'm thrilled. Mind if I use the shower?” Hayden asked, to which Ewan responded with a sultry smile.
“Don't suppose I could join you?”
“Could you get your mind off sex for ONE minute?” Jude snapped, whacking Ewan with his folder and causing Hayden to chuckle as he walked off to the bathroom.
“He's gorgeous Jude, I can't help it,” Ewan shrugged, blatantly staring at Hayden ass as he left.
“Well, considering you shagged everyone in Europe, maybe unleashing you in the US was a good thing.”
“You never know,” Ewan smirked, “Perhaps I'll meet someone and fall so incredibly in love that I'll give up my playboy ways?”
“Uh huh... and maybe Nicole Kidman will realize her life means nothing without me, and she'll simply fall into my arms.”
“Well you'll never know if you don't try,” Ewan pointed out, “And it's not like I can't be in a relationship if I wanted to! I just don't see the point in fucking one person for the rest of your life.”
“Please, you can't commit to a cereal, let alone another human being. Speaking of which, I've made a list of potential dates for tonight. Most are heiresses, a few models, male ones too if you're in the mood... which it seems you are. I've been approached by at least fifteen agencies begging you to pick their little star to sparkle on your arm tonight. The ball is turning into the biggest publicity stunt in history. You can't arrive alone.”
“You know I don't do dates Jude,” Ewan scowled, “Nothing but a hassle. They want you to dance with them, and get them drinks, and hold their handbag, or their coat, or their cock. It's just annoying.”
“Ewan- as your friend, I'm telling you this for your own good. There is NO way you can go to one of these things alone. You'll be preyed upon by the vultures- you're the hottest new thing in LA. Practically everyone wants to sink their claws into you. Now look through these names.”
“Fine...” Ewan huffed, leading them both to the breakfast table so he could peruse the list. He took his time, flipping slowly through the various photos and profiles before closing the folder and slipping it across the table to Jude.
“I've slept with all these people already,” Ewan said simply.
“But... but you've only been in the country a day!”
“Well I happen to visit here all the time, and the people on your list have certainly been to London, because I vaguely remember doing each of them. That's the problem with these people Jude... they all go to the same parties, drink the same drinks, dance the same dances...”
“...and apparently fuck the same McGregor. Is there anyone's reputation you haven't sullied?”
“People know exactly what they're getting from me- an excellent lay. I've never offered anyone more, so I have nothing to feel guilty about.”
“And you'll never be accountable to anyone because of it. That still doesn't solve the problem of your date! Ooh, are those scones?” Jude asked, just noticing the spread on the table.
“No idea. Help yourself,” Ewan said, as Hayden emerged from the bathroom.
“I'm outta here... see you around,” Hayden called, giving Ewan a small parting smile as he headed for the door.
“Wait a second!”
“Yeah?” Hayden asked as the billionaire approached him.
“You can do better than that.”
Before the boy could react, Ewan's mouth covered his hotly. The force of the kiss made them both stumble slightly, though neither allowed their lips to part. They hadn't known each other at all, but their bodies were making the most of what would be their last kiss.
“That is just sick and unnatural!” Jude scowled.
Hayden pulled away quickly, turning to the other man across the room with wide eyes.
“Jude...” Ewan groaned in annoyance, trying to divert Hayden's attention back to him.
“What? It's the honest truth- I mean, scones? How they can call them that and still sleep at night is beyond me. Look, it's even been slathered with butter and oil! I mean if all their consumers drop dead of a coronary who are they going to sell the scones to? Doesn't show much commercial foresight if you ask me.”
“Ignore him Hayden. His parents dropped him on the head when he was a child, it was all very sad,” Ewan explained, “Listen to me, I wanted to talk to you before you left...”
“About what?”
Look, I... uh... I know how hard it can be out there. In the real world,” Ewan stated.
Jude snorted. Hayden smirked.
"Okay, fine," Ewan admitted, "I'm a prissy white boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a trust fund large enough to feed an underdeveloped country for a year. The point is, I can't help but consider your current occupation a little... high risk."
“I'm fine.”
“Right, I'm sure you are, and I know it's a long shot offering you this but if somewhere down the line you needed anything-"
"I don't take handouts Ewan."
"I'd consider it more of an investment."
"Call it what you want, it's still charity. Forget about it."
"Hayden, isn't there anything I get you? Car? House? Microsoft?"
Hayden smiled wryly, but shook his head.
Ewan understood. He'd been through the same type of thing when he'd first started out. His father had given him a tidy sum of four million to set up his company, but he'd never touched the funds, choosing instead to do things all on his own. Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly the same as what Hayden was going through, but it was the closest comparison he could draw at the moment.
"Ewan, before I go I wanted to say... uhm... thank you," Hayden said with an uncertain smile.
"You're welcome. I don't think I'll ever look at a strawberry the same way again."
“Not for that," Hayden laughed, “well, not just that.”
Ewan looked at him questioningly, and Hayden sighed. There were tons of things he wanted to tell the man. He wanted to thank him for not treating him like something that stuck to the bottom of a shoe. Thank him for touching him gently, reassuringly. For taking his time in pleasuring him. Giving him something to think about when he was being taken by someone else.
"You two! Can we get this moving already? God, it's like watching the final hour of Cassablanca. On repeat," Jude muttered, absently tapping away on his palm pilot, "if you haven't noticed we've got a crisis on our hands."
Ewan shot a glare at his friend, "You think everything's a crisis.”
“Problem?” Hayden asked.
“Apparently life as we know it will end if we don't find me a date for tonight,” Ewan explained.
“I'm sure you'll have no trouble," Hayden said with a small smile, "I gotta go Ewan.”
Ewan was surprised when he felt lips brush his cheek. For reasons he didn't understand, it had felt extremely intimate.
“Take care of yourself,” he called lamely as Hayden walked down the passage. There wasn't anything else he could say.
Ewan couldn't help feel a little broken as he closed the door. He wasn't sure what the emotion was, but it had less to do with pity and more to do with... regret. Nobody deserved such a hard life, but seeing someone who had a vibrant character locked away under all those defenses... well, it was almost tragic. He was so fucking young- he didn't deserve this. Ewan had this horrific picture of Hayden ending up dead on some back end street because some sick bastard hadn't cared about hurting him. The thought made him nauseous.
“Ewan? Are you even listening to me? I asked who you were taking with you tonight? Just pick someone. Anyone. I don't even care who it is any more, just don't go alone,” Jude pleaded, getting back to the person he'd been talking to on his phone, proceeding to yell at whoever it was.
Ewan sighed, resting his head against the closed door. This wasn't who he was. Fuck 'em and leave 'em McGregor was how one tabloid had put it. It was utterly ridiculous for him to be aching for a boy he didn't know. They hadn't even had sex for fuck's sake. He was so lost in his own thoughts, he was barely registering Jude's scolding. All this drama over a fucking date. Hell, if he had his way he would take Hayden to the....
Ewan frowned, rolled his eyes, then banged his head against the door for good measure before throwing it open.
“HAYDEN! Wait!”
Mercifully, the boy had a decent reflex, and stopped the doors just as they were closing.
“What's up?” The young man asked, a little bewildered.
“I have a proposition for you.”
* twenty minutes later *
“This is a bad idea Ewan.”
“Yes Jude, you said that already.”
“Well you weren't listening to me the first six times- and would you quit fiddling with the GPS!" Jude snapped, as he turned the Porsche onto the highway.
“The thing is posessed I tell you. It totally wouldn't work for me yesterday. Why does your entire CD collection consist of Sarah McLachlan and Queen? Are you sure you're not gay? Maybe you should retake the test.”
“Stop changing the subject! Bringing this kid to the Charity Ball is one thing, but keeping him around the entire WEEK? Whatever possessed you to do that? Do you realize how many scheduled press events are coming up?”
“Didn't you tell me that being in a 'relationship' exuded a sense of stability?”
“I meant you should find stability with three or four promiscuous heiresses. You don't even know this boy! He could be an addict, or a dealer, or a part of some underground mafia.”
“Jude please!” Ewan growled in annoyance, “I'll have you know Hayden's a perfectly respectable member of the drug dealing underground mafia.”
“You know, I can hear you two,” Hayden rolled his eyes from the back seat where he was slouched.
“Our apologies,” Ewan caught the boy's eyes in the rear view mirror and exchanged a small smile with him. He was still relieved that the Hayden had taken him up on his offer. Not that it had been easy! He'd flat out refused at first, but then Ewan had added numbers to the deal, and made Hayden an offer no sane person in his position could refuse. Six thousand dollars. Ewan had felt a wretchedly manipulative of the situation, but then, it had to be better than whatever Hayden would be doing on the streets.
“Pull over,” Hayden said to Jude as they turned onto Rodeo Drive. The streets were lined with brand names as far as the eye could see.
“Great! I'm sure you'll find everything you need for the week in here,” Ewan grinned, digging out his cell phone and tossing it to Hayden, “Its a private line. Speed dial 1 when you're done, and I'll send someone to pick you up. You okay with that?”
Hayden nodded, not quite sure what the fuck he'd gotten himself into. He'd broken his own rule by agreeing to spend more than one night with Ewan, and eventually he'd pay the price for it. Then again, maybe the inevitable damage it would do would be worth it. Getting out the car, he stood awkwardly on the street. He didn't really stop by this part of town a lot, but for what Ewan wanted him to do, it was neccessary.
“Oh- almost forgot. Credit card,” Ewan said, handing him one from a stack that he'd shoved in his wallet that morning.
“You're not serious! You know he'll run off with it the first chance he gets,” Jude scowled.
“I've never stolen a fucking thing in my life,” Hayden snapped.
“Children! Don't fight. It gives daddy heart burn,” Ewan sighed, “Hayden go to it, and have fun!”
“But... wait... what did you want me to get anyway? It's just an evening thing right? A suit, or something? What's price range am I looking for?” Hayden asked.
Ewan blinked at the question. He had no fucking idea how much a suit cost; he had a stylist who did his shopping for him.
“Hayden, it doesn't matter. You'll need more than a suit though, get yourself a new wardrobe, the works. Not that you aren't adorable in those rumpled jeans, but unfortunately you'll need to fit in with the snotty crowd this week.”
“Well, could you ballpark it for me? I don't want to max out your card or something.”
“Aghh!” Jude yelled, leaning over Ewan and glaring at Hayden through the open window, “Listen you twat. The card in your hand, while relatively modest, could buy this entire street ten times over and still have enough juice for a chateau in France. Now scamper off, because we've got a meeting to get to.”
Jude hit the accelerator and he and Ewan were gone a moment later.
Ewan sighed, watching Hayden shrinking in the rear view mirror. The boy was hardly a sight for a place like this, and Ewan couldn't help but feel a little guilty leaving him there all alone.
“Don't even think about it,” Jude warned, “You're not going back to help him try on his clothes. Though ripping them off is probably more accurate.”
“I was thinking no such thing!” Ewan said defensively.
“Yeah right,” Jude snorted, “Ewan, if you care about the kid so much, then adopt him. For God's sake don't sleep with him! The press would have a field day with it.”
“I don't care about him. I'm just concerned. Not in a fatherly way either. You know I actually have a hard on right now? Just from talking to him- it's crazy."
"Ewan, we had this discussion. There are things I need to know. There are things I don't need to know."
"I hope he's okay. Shopping can be a nightmare. Probably should have hired a stylist to go with him. Do you think he's okay? Maybe we should go back for him."
Jude sighed at his friend's highly uncharacteristic behavior. He pulled out his cell and handed it to Ewan, “Call Nicole. She's back in town for the Ball tonight.”
“...And you just happened to know this little piece of information?” Ewan raised an eyebrow.
“Shut up,” Jude grunted, “You've dropped this poor kid in the deep end, the least we can do is give him a little help.”
Ewan had to admit, Jude's idea was brilliant. Nicole Kidman was the fashion goddess of the century, and had been a good friend ever since she'd worked on one of his add campaigns. He knew he could trust her to handle someone as volatile as Hayden.
“Do you have her number?” Ewan asked.
Jude rattled it off, then paused, “You already know her number.”
“Yeah, I just wanted to see if you did,” Ewan smirked, as someone on the other end picked up.
“Nicole darling, it's Ewan... I need a favor.”
~*~
Hayden had never felt so incredibly out of his element before. It's not that he was embarrassed... just uncomfortable, and a little annoyed at being gawked at for the last two hours. So the shirt on his back didn't have a popular label on it. Or any label, in fact. Big fucking deal. That's what he was here for, right? Buy into some conformist idea of the perfect look and play the billionaire's new boy toy. Then again, he could think of worse fates.
“Can I try that one?” Hayden asked the Armani salesman nodding towards the display at the front of the boutique.
The man looked highly displeased, as though something had crawled up his nose and died there recently.
“It's not for sale.”
“Okay... what about the one next to it?”
“Also not for sale.”
“Uh huh. Well what IS for sale?” Hayden tried not to sigh in frustration. He'd gotten the same reaction from pretty much every store he'd walked into, and he was getting sick of it.
“Sir... I'm sure it must be quite a thrill for you, to come up to these parts and look in on all the displays... but we're a high end establishment. I don't think we can help you.”
“Look, I have a credit card if that's what you're worried about. Not that it's mine.”
The salesman's eyes narrowed.
“Umn- I don't mean... I didn't steal it or anything. A friend let me borrow it. Really. Maybe you know him... Ewan McGregor?”
The clerk scoffed, “Of course he did. Why, just last week Donald Trump gave me his credit card to spend on the Armani Spring collection. Now please, leave.”
“I don't see why I have to go anywhere.”
“Don't turn in this into a scene or we will have to call for security. You don't seem to understand- we cater to a very specific clientèle, and we simply cannot help you.”
“Perhaps you could help me then?” A sharp voice asked.
Hayden glanced up to see a tall, strikingly beautiful woman standing in the doorway looking at the scene in disdain. She was dressed in a white button down trench coat, and a wide brimmed hat was seated on a wave of fiery hair. The few people in the store froze, wide eyed in shock, and once again Hayden felt like everyone knew something he didn't.
“M-Miss K-K-idman... what an honor! You must be in town for the Ball, is that right? Please, go ahead and peruse our new collections. Can I get you some wine? Champagne? Truffles?”
The woman swept in like a cool breeze, effectively ignoring the drooling clerk. She paused in front of Hayden, hands on her hips questioningly, “Well what do we have here...?”
“I assure you madam, he's nothing to worry about. Merely a ruffian off the streets, we'll have him removed immediately.”
“I'd rather you remove yourself first. Go make yourself useful and bring me drink. No ice please.”
“Yes Ms. Kidman. Right away Ms. Kidman. Coming up in a moment,” the man scurried off.
“Annoying little shit, isn't he?” Nicole asked Hayden.
He smiled slightly and nodded at the strange woman who everyone in the store was still staring at in petrified awe.
“Well no matter, we won't be staying here long anyway. Now let me have a look at you,” Nicole circled him the way one would a sculpture at an art gallery, 'oohing' and 'hmmming' at various intervals.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Hayden frowned.
“My goodness... when Ewan said you were a stunning creature he wasn't exaggerating. I know male models who'd kill to have your ass. Ooh, double entendre.”
“Wait, you know Ewan?”
“Of course darling. Do you think I make it a habit of walking up to strangers and taking their measurements?”
“Measurements?”
“It's a talent, no measuring tape required. I bet I could guess the size of your dick within half an inch... but then, Ewan's got a much better grasp of that area I assume?” She winked teasingly and Hayden reddened.
“Miss Kidman!” the clerk scurried back with the champagne, “Is he bothering you?”
“Not at all. In fact, I think he's the most adorable young thing I've seen in an age. You, on the other hand, are a pathetic little man who is a disgrace to the name of Armani, and just as cheap as that champagne. I'm calling Georgio in the morning and having a word about your utterly rude manner towards Hayden. I'll have you know the young man currently has more money on him than you'll see in your entire lifetime, and is a personal friend of Mr. Ewan McGregor.”
The clerk's jaw dropped, and looked like he was about to cry. Hayden was definitely about to laugh.
“Enough dallying. Come along Hayden, we're going somewhere a little more youthful...A gorgeous thing like you belongs in a Valentino, or perhaps a Ralph Lauren?”
Nicole swept him away, and they spilled out onto the sunlit sidewalk, earning more than a few curious looks. Hayden had to admit, they were an odd looking pair to be strolling down Rodeo Drive in the afternoon.
“I... um... thanks for doing that, back there,” Hayden said, his arm still linked with Nicole's as they walked. Hayden was still being gawked at, but for different reasons it seemed.
“My pleasure gorgeous. He had no right talking to you that way, and don't you dare let anyone do it to you in the future. You're far to precious for that.”
“You don't even know me Ms Kidma-”
“NICOLE, please. I'm an excellent judge of character Hayden. Besides, I've never heard Ewan speak of anyone in such glowing terms- it was quite refreshing.”
“Yeah... well. He's probably convincing himself he got a good deal.”
“Watch it,” Nicole smacked Hayden's shoulder, not bothering to be gentle, “Ewan's got a lot of growing up to do, but he has a wonderful heart. He'd never insult you like that no matter what kind of a past you've had. It's not an easy world out there- you do what you have to.”
“He told you, huh?”
“Hope you don't mind darling?”
“Not easy to hide who you are. Oh! Look- it's a suit!” Hayden exclaimed, stopping them in front of a boutique.
“Yes, and...?”
“Well... I need a black suit. This one's black... and it's a suit... why are you looking at me like that?”
“My dear boy, you have so much to learn. Why don't we start with the basics and work our way up to formal wear? Then maybe get rid of this gritty coloring in your hair and set it back to it's natural tones... there's definitely a blonde under that early nineties troubled teenager look. Hmm, you'll probably need a hairstylist too- it's getting quite unruly up there."
"I don't see how it's going to make much of a difference," Hayden sighed, "I've pretty much looked this way since I was twelve."
"Have some faith darling! You're talking to the world's foremost fashion expert. Nobody knows better than I do, so just sit back and trust me. Ewan McGregor is not going to know what hit him once I get through with you.”
Chapter 3
~*~
A/N: Seriously, your comments gave me warm fuzzies inside, thank you! *huggles*
Pairing: Ewan/Hayden
Rating: NC17
Summary: Hayden's dreams of becoming an actor didn't stand a chance in the unforgiving city of Los Angeles. Left with nothing in his wallet, and nobody to turn to, he was forced to work the streets just to get by. His life takes a dramatic turn one night when billionaire playboy Ewan McGregor pulls up to his side of the street.
If that wasn't a big enough hint, this story is an AU loosely based on Pretty Woman- at least at the start. It also rips off Moulin Rouge, Down with Love, and makes random Star Wars references.
Warnings: There'll be gritty parts, violence, pr0n, and coma-inducing fluff. I'll give you a mini warning at the start of each new chapter.
Disclaimer: It's all up in here *thumps index finger to temple*
Previous Chapters: 1
Chapter 2
Hayden stretched fully over his warm bed, one arm slung haphazardly over the edge, and the rest of his body buried under a mountainous duvet that smelled faintly of apple. He sighed in contentment, a smile playing across his lips. He couldn't quite remember a time when he'd been so utterly comfortable. Unfortunately, logic soon swept through the dreamy haze, revealing the fact that his bed at home was neither warm, nor had it ever smelled like any sort of fruit.
Instantly, his eyes snapped open and he realized he wasn't at all in the safety of his own apartment.
“Shit, shit, shit...” he swore softly to himself, rolling out of the bed and stumbling to his feet. His head was killing him, the disorientation making his body feel weak. This had never happened to him before. He'd never fallen asleep in a bed other than his own... something else must have happened. Something must have gone wrong. Something... felt remarkably... different.
Hayden looked down at his body, realizing he was wearing nothing but a pair of black silk boxers. He cringed inwardly, but then felt the price tag sticking out the back... at least they were new. They also cost more than Hayden spent on food for a month.
Right... he remembered the guy who'd picked him up last night had money coming out of his ears. There wasn't any sign of him in the bedroom though. There wasn't any sign of Hayden's clothes either.
He fumbled around the room but couldn't find any of stuff, save for the small stack of bills on the bedside table. It was all there, as per their agreement last night, so Hayden wasn't about to complain... though the events that must have taken place only hours before were fuzzy in his mind. What the hell had happened last night, and more importantly, why couldn't he remember?
“The guy had a weird name,” Hayden muttered to himself thoughtfully, “Eden. Enen. Ewlin. Ewan! That's it. Took me back to his room. Strawberries..?”
Hayden couldn't recall much else. Naturally, the more he panicked to remember, the more he forgot.
Forgetting was one thing that Hayden couldn't afford to do- not when it was so easy to get hurt. Reality quickly kicked in, and Hayden felt a sick feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't been drinking. Hayden never drank around other people; it was to risky. What else could it have been? Had the guy slipped him something? GHB, or something worse? Hayden certainly didn't feel any nausea. His body was physically at ease, no painful indicators of being forcefully entered during the night. There wasn't even any sign that another person had slept in the bed with him.
Realizing his fears were being fed by his paranoid imagination, he shook off the anxiety and ventured out of the bedroom.
~*~
Ewan McGregor sat comfortably at the breakfast table, pouring himself over the pages of the morning paper. He'd gotten used to seeing his name splashed over headlines, even if most of the information was fabricated. Seemed he was always causing a commotion wherever he went, whether it was in the business industry, or the social circuit. For him, it was always one lucrative deal after another, searching to expand profit margins and increase his net worth. Ewan liked to compare his company to a child, one that he'd fed, and nurtured, and loved. Of course, his baby also kept him up at nights, and had the ability of producing mass amounts of shit, but that was understandable. Ewan was good at what he did, and took full liberty in enjoying his wealth, almost to the point of predictability. That is of course, up until last night.
Ewan tossed the paper aside, reaching for his freshly brewed cup of coffee.
On any evening in London, he'd have dropped in on one of his exclusive clubs, gone directly to the VIP lounge, and picked up the first gorgeous thing he laid eyes on. He rarely took anyone to bed with him. Why bother when there were plenty of places and plenty of opportunities to fuck whoever he wanted? Yet somehow, on his first official night in LA, he'd brought a hooker back to his hotel room and had given him what had to be the best blow job of his life. Despite appearances, Ewan hadn't done it on a whim. He rarely did anything without considering the consequences- it just so happened that his basic instints often coincided with his thought out projections. He'd wanted the boy, so he'd taken him. There wasn't much else to it.
“Arggghh... why is so fucking bright?”
Glancing up, Ewan saw the young man groaning in what seemed like sheer agony. Dappled light filtering from the window fell on Hayden's body, making the firm lines of his pecs even more pronounced than Ewan had realized last night. He was used to being around beautiful people, but Hayden was in an entirely different league. His looks hadn't been manufactured. They hadn't been refined by a surgeon, or sculpted by a personal trainer. He was simply raw and appealing in ways that sent Ewan's blood rushing south. It took the savvy billionaire a full three seconds to find a response.
“It's called the sun. Tends to make an appearance every morning; they say you could set your watch by it.”
“I don't do mornings,” Hayden grumbled, absently running a hand over the back of his long neck.
“Well feel free to go back to bed for a little while...”
“Can't. My hours are up. Where are my clothes?”
Ewan wasn't too concerned with Hayden's skittish manner. It was a self preservation tactic, and past experience was telling the boy to get out now. Fortunately, Ewan had found a convenient way around that.
“They're getting cleaned. Had a bit of whipped cream on them, sorry about that.”
Blue eyes narrowed on him suspiciously.
“Relax Hayden. If I were going to make you my prisoner I'd have come up with something more original than hiding your clothes,” Ewan said calmly, “Why don't you sit, have some breakfast? You must be exhausted after last night.”
“You never slept in the bed,” Hayden frowned, noting the pillow and blankets tossed haphazardly over the couch.
“I like my personal space. Besides, I didn't know what your rule was as far as sleeping arrangements were concerned, and you weren't awake long enough for me to ask.”
“What the hell happened last night?” Hayden asked with a puzzled stare, "Did we even...?"
“Oh, believe me, if we had fucked, you would remember it,” Ewan smirked to himself, confusing Hayden even more.
“Don't look so lost!” Ewan took Hayden's hand and tugged him down so he was straddling his lap. The body in his arms was immediatley rigid, but didn't pull away.
“So you want know what happened?” Ewan's lips brushed Hayden's as he spoke, feeling a bit of the boy's tension ease slightly as he ran a hand up the smooth back. Hayden nodded wordlessly, bracing his hands against Ewan's shoulders.
“Well... there were strawberries, whipped cream, and your cock. Possibly the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Do you remember that?”
Ewan's few words brought back an entire host of images to Hayden's mind.
“Oh...God, you gave me a blow job! The best fucking blow job of my life,” Hayden said with eyes wide, then blushed instantly at his own outburst.
“Shhh, I'm telling the story,” Ewan insisted nipping at Hayden's bottom lip playfully.
“Ow! Fine. Tell the fucking story."
“Well.... you were lying there, with your cock so beautifully decorated. I was dying to take a picture of it, but I doubt you'd have appreciated that.”
“No,” Hayden said emphatically.
“Exactly why needed to store a mental image for later use. As a result, I had to go slow.”
“I hated you for taking your time like that- you were killing me!” Hayden glared, remembering the agony he'd gone through while the man had teased him.
“I'm sorry... but I made up for it, didn't I?” Ewan asked appealingly, “I flicked my tongue out, taking in small dollops of cream from your shaft. I licked and stroked, and you were groaning so hard I thought I'd come just from the sound of your voice. I couldn't resist going for the strawberry on top. I made sure you were watching me as I bit into it, letting the juices run over your head.”
“I'd never seen anything that erotic before... sorry about thrusting up like that,” Hayden cringed at the memory.
“My fault for not holding you down.” Ewan smirked, “Once I got the whipped cream out of my eye, I tried it again, this time my hands firmly placed on your hips, pinning you down so I could play with you some more. Fuck- you were thrashing around so much, I thought you'd come any moment... but you didn't. You stayed hard for me, and it turned me on even more.”
“I couldn't hold on much longer... I was begging you to take me.”
“So I did. I worked you deep inside my mouth, the last traces of the cream frothed in a ring around my lips.”
“I wanted to lick them clean... fuck, you took me in so far. I remember hitting the back of your throat.”
“You whimpered like I was killing you, but I didn't stop. I couldn't take my eyes off you. Your head was thrown back, your eyes closed, your hands fisted in my hair. You were beautifully responsive when I slid up and down your cock. I slowed my pace, knowing you were on the edge... I swear you shot me a look that could kill.”
“You enjoyed torturing me.”
“Only because I wanted you to come harder than you'd ever come before. You started thrusting into my mouth. Slowly at first, but then I was in a race against you. Equally matched I'd say. Harder I sucked, the harder you fucked."
“The things you did with your tongue... I couldn't take it anymore."
“You orgasmed with this deep throated cry, clutching at me so hard it hurt. I wish I could have tasted you when you came in my mouth.”
Hayden swallowed dryly, even as Ewan's lips teased his. Needless to say, his boxers were now so ridiculously tight. Ewan had been right- he'd never come that hard before. Seemed like it had gone on forever, and he hadn't been able to keep up... then... then what?
“That's the last thing I remember,” Hayden said in surprise, tilting his head back as Ewan kissed a path down his throat.
“Not surprising. You passed out when you came, toppling off the couch before I could catch you. It was quite amusing actually.”
Hayden's eyes widened in horror, and he pulled back to meet Ewan's laughing eyes
“No... that's not... I couldn't have,” Hayden said defensively, shooting up from the billionaire's lap and diving into the seat safely situated on the opposite end of the table. He tried to think, but the pressure in his crotch screamed at him for attention. Incredibly uncomfortable, he stroked the front of his boxers for relief, making sure his hand was well hidden under the table. There was no way Ewan could be telling him the truth about last night. Hayden rarely had satisfying orgasms, and the only incredible one's he'd ever had were with himself. Even if last night had been an exception, he couldn't possibly...
“Think again,” Ewan smirked at the red stained cheeks. Hayden was beautiful when he blushed like that. “Tell me, do you recall anything after that fabulous orgasm?”
Hayden's brow furrowed in concentration, and Ewan could practically see the reaction stages flitting over his face as he pieced together the fragmented memories.... denial, remembrance, examination, re-examination, cross-examination... realization...
“SHIT,” Hayden groaned, burying his head in his hands, “I swear I've never done that before.”
“That's what they all say,” Ewan grinned in self satisfaction, but noticed that Hayden just kept getting more jittery.
“No- I mean, I didn't do it on purpose, to avoid having sex with you.”
“Hayden, I know,” Ewan said with a smile, “I mean who wouldn't want me to fuck them? I'm rich, and gorgeous, and-”
“Look, you don't have to give me the full six hundred! It's my fault that I orgasmed so hard I passed out.”
“Well don't take all the credit. I'd like to think I was involved.”
“It only lasted a couple hours anyway so-”
“Hayden, I asked you to stay the night, and you did. At no time during our agreement did we stipulate any conditions. Besides, it's an incredibly poor show of character to back out of a deal.”
“But you didn't even get off! I was the one who had the mind blowing orgasm while you did all the work.”
“I wouldn't call it work.”
“But-”
“Hayden!” Ewan sighed, put down his coffee, and held the boy's eyes with a quiet intensity, “Don't get me wrong, I like coming as hard and as often as the next guy, but sex is a two way street. I enjoyed seeing you lose yourself in pleasure like that. It was fucking hot actually, all those sounds you make. If I had my way I'd have kept you awake for hours, sucking your dick until it got hard again just so that I could blow you one more time. As it is I think I took the teasing a little far, and you passed out. I guess that means I owe you an apology.”
The younger man squirmed slightly in his seat, and Ewan smiled inwardly, knowing the effect his words would have had on Hayden. He decided to put him out of his misery.
“Besides, what makes you think you didn't get me off last night?”
Hayden frowned slightly, “What happened next?”
“I hauled your arse to the bed- and let me tell you, you're a lot heavier than you look."
“The boxers?”
“Just thought you'd feel more comfortable if you didn't wake up completely naked in a strange bed. Besides you looked fucking hot in them. You have no idea how hard I got seeing you like that after I'd just sucked you off. I had half a mind to go find Ashley squared and do them both, but they weren't what I needed.”
“So what did you do instead?” Hayden asked, unable to hide the husky tone of his own voice.
“I leaned up against the wall, watching you in bed. Your lips were parted, and your breaths were slow, deep. I didn't realize I'd unzipped my pants until my hand was already on my dick. I can't even remember the last time I had to jerk off. Usually there's a willing body around, and if not, I can shake it off easily enough. Only, I couldn't do it this time. I stroked myself harder, too close to care about anything else but watching you. Your long legs twisted in the sheets, your body stretched itself as you tried to get comfortable. Then you moaned. This long, content, perfect moan. I managed to come all over my hand without a sound- didn't want to wake you.”
Hayden swallowed drly. Nobody had ever spoken to him like that before. Blunt, raw, passionate. All the things Ewan appeared to be. Even if he never saw the man again, Hayden he wouldn't forget what had passed between them. He wanted Ewan to take him right now; to do all the things they should have done last night when he still had the excuse. Admitting such a thing to himself was a little shocking. Actually wanting to get fucked instead of dreading it? He wondered whether the force of that orgasm had fried a few of his brain cells too.
“Well... that's good then...” was all Hayden said in reply, picking up a warm croissant off the closest plate and nibbling at it. It wasn't hunger, just nerves.
“Yeah, I figured you'd either find it voyeuristic, or it would turn you on. By the way your hand's moving over your dick right now, I'd say it was the latter.”
Hayden choked.
“Hey! Chew,” Ewan ordered, waving a teaspoon at him reproachfully.
Hayden tossed him an embarrassed, annoyed sort of look, knowing full well that his ears were flaming red.
“God you're adorable when you're flushed,” Ewan smirked, “Want some crumpets? I hear they're legendary.”
“I saw this movie already. You're just trying to fatten me up so you can eat me.”
It was Ewan's turn to splutter on his coffee before he quickly regained his composure, replying, “Oh... I had enough to eat last night.”
“Well you should have something at least. Seems like you ordered ordered the entire breakfast menu- can't waste it,” Hayden stated, an entire pancake-like entity sticking up off the end of his fork. Okay, so maybe he was a little hungry.
“I had coffee; that'll hold me over until noon.”
“A cup of coffee isn't breakfast. You know caffeine can be really addictive?”
“Nonsense, I've been drinking it for years. Besides, an old guy like me doesn't need much to get him going in the morning.”
“You're not old,” Hayden snorted, “What are you anyway.... twenty-five? twenty-six?”
“Try twenty-nine.”
“Wow. Okay yeah, you're old.”
Ewan scowled, and chucked a piece of dry toast at Hayden, who dodged out the way laughing.
“What about you Hayden? Probably should have asked you this question last night.”
“Me? I'm... twenty-three.”
Ewan gave him a 'like hell you are' look
“Fine, twenty-two.”
“You really can't lie worth shit.”
“Twenty-one!”
“If this sinks lower than eighteen, then I don't want to know. I may also need to speak to my lawyer.”
“Nineteen,” Hayden sighed reluctantly, “I'm nineteen.”
Ewan nodded, draining the last remnants of his coffee, then staring at the empty cup. Fucking nineteen years old and getting screwed for a living. It was a hell of a life to lead. At his age, Ewan was already working towards his MBA at Eton, and spending Summers in Italy with his socialite friends, partying, drinking, and fucking for all they were worth. Which was a lot. He knew nothing of the hardships that had shaped Hayden into the haunted young man he was today.
“Do you have any family?” Ewan asked.
Hayden shook his head, "Just me. I prefer it that way.”
“I completely agree.”
“What about your wife?”
Ewan's eyes widened, "Wife! For fuck's sake, what would I do with a wife? Never said I was married.”
“But your ring...?” Hayden asked, nodding towards the gold band on Ewan's hand. It was the type of thing you'd assume to be fake at first glance, just because it was so detailed. On closer inspection it was quite remarkable.
“It's family ring, has our Scottish clan's crest on it” Ewan grimaced, “my ancestors started the tradition years ago, the sick bastards. When you reach the age of ten, or when you marry into the family, you're given one. Whether you want it or not.”
Hayden couldn't imaging not wanting one. Aside from the fact that it was gorgeous, it meant something. It meant belonging somewhere.
“Wait, does that mean... all this time you thought I was married?" The man asked in disbelief.
“It's pretty common for me," Hayden shrugged, as a sudden pounding at the entrance broke their conversation.
“Must be your clothes,” Ewan said offhandedly, watching Hayden jump up to answer the door.
“EWAN! Where the bloody hell have you been!”
The visitor was not, in fact, the maid.
“Jude... nice to see you too,” Ewan got to his feet and grinned as his slightly eccentric friend stormed in, taking off his coat and tossing it to Hayden as if he were the help. Ewan concealed a smile as Hayden sidestepped the vintage Armani and let it fall to the ground in an unnoticed heap.
“Don't give me that smile McGregor- You didn't call when your plane came in and I had no idea if you'd even made your flight! See why I tell you not to fly a passenger airline? Then I get home from the office and call the hotel sixteen times, but you weren't there! Your bags had been delivered, but you'd gone off somewhere on a joy ride! Which reminds me- where the hell is my car? You know it's one of my favorites. Well! I'm waiting for a bloody explanation? Whenever you'd like?” Jude's waved a hand in a get-on-with-it motion.
“I got a little lost last night Jude. Oh, and I might have broken your GPS system,” Ewan explained apologetically, “Hayden, this is a good friend of mine. Jude Law.”
“A friend?” Jude scoffed not even bothering to look in Hayden's direction, “I'm also your agent, your financial adviser, and the vice executive chairman of McGregor Enterprises!”
“Only because I don't trust anyone else with my money,” Ewan smirked, ruffling the other man's hair.
“Ewannnn...” Jude whined, pawing at his own hair in an effort to fix it, “Come on, we've got so much work to do. I've got the entire day planned and we're already thirteen minutes behind schedule! You DO realize that you're hosting the Charity Ball tonight?”
“I am?”
“EWAN!”
“I remember Jude. We've only been planning it for the last six months. Just relax, nothing's going to go wrong.”
“That's what you say now- next thing you know we're being held hostage by Cuban terrorists.”
“One time- that happened one time! And they weren't terrorists, they were angry cab drivers.”
“Sure they were, now can we get down to business? We're due at the advertising agency at 2:30pm so you can be around to approve the final prints, but right now we have to discuss who you'll be taking to tonight's ball. The press has been hounding me for informa-”
“Hellloooo...? Laundry?” A lyrical voice called from the doorway.
“Yes! Right here,” Hayden said, looking somewhat relieved at the interruption. He'd grown quite dazed trying to follow the verbal volley between the two men in suits. Taking the clothes from the woman, Hayden found himself amused at how his cheap outfit had been painstakingly pressed, folded, and scented with something that smelled suspiciously of lavender.
“Who the hell are you?" Jude frowned, noticing Hayden for the first time, "Ewan I hope nobody saw you bringing that up to your room.”
“I have a name,” Hayden muttered.
“So does my poodle. What's your point?”
“Jude- would you stop being so pretentious?” Ewan sighed, “This is Hayden. We sort of... hooked up last night.”
“So I see. Hooked being the operative word I presume? Ewan, what you do with your personal life is your own business, but for goodness sake, use a little discretion. We're not in London any more... people here aren't as open minded about your escapades.”
“Hear that? You're an escapade,” Ewan winked at Hayden.
“I'm thrilled. Mind if I use the shower?” Hayden asked, to which Ewan responded with a sultry smile.
“Don't suppose I could join you?”
“Could you get your mind off sex for ONE minute?” Jude snapped, whacking Ewan with his folder and causing Hayden to chuckle as he walked off to the bathroom.
“He's gorgeous Jude, I can't help it,” Ewan shrugged, blatantly staring at Hayden ass as he left.
“Well, considering you shagged everyone in Europe, maybe unleashing you in the US was a good thing.”
“You never know,” Ewan smirked, “Perhaps I'll meet someone and fall so incredibly in love that I'll give up my playboy ways?”
“Uh huh... and maybe Nicole Kidman will realize her life means nothing without me, and she'll simply fall into my arms.”
“Well you'll never know if you don't try,” Ewan pointed out, “And it's not like I can't be in a relationship if I wanted to! I just don't see the point in fucking one person for the rest of your life.”
“Please, you can't commit to a cereal, let alone another human being. Speaking of which, I've made a list of potential dates for tonight. Most are heiresses, a few models, male ones too if you're in the mood... which it seems you are. I've been approached by at least fifteen agencies begging you to pick their little star to sparkle on your arm tonight. The ball is turning into the biggest publicity stunt in history. You can't arrive alone.”
“You know I don't do dates Jude,” Ewan scowled, “Nothing but a hassle. They want you to dance with them, and get them drinks, and hold their handbag, or their coat, or their cock. It's just annoying.”
“Ewan- as your friend, I'm telling you this for your own good. There is NO way you can go to one of these things alone. You'll be preyed upon by the vultures- you're the hottest new thing in LA. Practically everyone wants to sink their claws into you. Now look through these names.”
“Fine...” Ewan huffed, leading them both to the breakfast table so he could peruse the list. He took his time, flipping slowly through the various photos and profiles before closing the folder and slipping it across the table to Jude.
“I've slept with all these people already,” Ewan said simply.
“But... but you've only been in the country a day!”
“Well I happen to visit here all the time, and the people on your list have certainly been to London, because I vaguely remember doing each of them. That's the problem with these people Jude... they all go to the same parties, drink the same drinks, dance the same dances...”
“...and apparently fuck the same McGregor. Is there anyone's reputation you haven't sullied?”
“People know exactly what they're getting from me- an excellent lay. I've never offered anyone more, so I have nothing to feel guilty about.”
“And you'll never be accountable to anyone because of it. That still doesn't solve the problem of your date! Ooh, are those scones?” Jude asked, just noticing the spread on the table.
“No idea. Help yourself,” Ewan said, as Hayden emerged from the bathroom.
“I'm outta here... see you around,” Hayden called, giving Ewan a small parting smile as he headed for the door.
“Wait a second!”
“Yeah?” Hayden asked as the billionaire approached him.
“You can do better than that.”
Before the boy could react, Ewan's mouth covered his hotly. The force of the kiss made them both stumble slightly, though neither allowed their lips to part. They hadn't known each other at all, but their bodies were making the most of what would be their last kiss.
“That is just sick and unnatural!” Jude scowled.
Hayden pulled away quickly, turning to the other man across the room with wide eyes.
“Jude...” Ewan groaned in annoyance, trying to divert Hayden's attention back to him.
“What? It's the honest truth- I mean, scones? How they can call them that and still sleep at night is beyond me. Look, it's even been slathered with butter and oil! I mean if all their consumers drop dead of a coronary who are they going to sell the scones to? Doesn't show much commercial foresight if you ask me.”
“Ignore him Hayden. His parents dropped him on the head when he was a child, it was all very sad,” Ewan explained, “Listen to me, I wanted to talk to you before you left...”
“About what?”
Look, I... uh... I know how hard it can be out there. In the real world,” Ewan stated.
Jude snorted. Hayden smirked.
"Okay, fine," Ewan admitted, "I'm a prissy white boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a trust fund large enough to feed an underdeveloped country for a year. The point is, I can't help but consider your current occupation a little... high risk."
“I'm fine.”
“Right, I'm sure you are, and I know it's a long shot offering you this but if somewhere down the line you needed anything-"
"I don't take handouts Ewan."
"I'd consider it more of an investment."
"Call it what you want, it's still charity. Forget about it."
"Hayden, isn't there anything I get you? Car? House? Microsoft?"
Hayden smiled wryly, but shook his head.
Ewan understood. He'd been through the same type of thing when he'd first started out. His father had given him a tidy sum of four million to set up his company, but he'd never touched the funds, choosing instead to do things all on his own. Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly the same as what Hayden was going through, but it was the closest comparison he could draw at the moment.
"Ewan, before I go I wanted to say... uhm... thank you," Hayden said with an uncertain smile.
"You're welcome. I don't think I'll ever look at a strawberry the same way again."
“Not for that," Hayden laughed, “well, not just that.”
Ewan looked at him questioningly, and Hayden sighed. There were tons of things he wanted to tell the man. He wanted to thank him for not treating him like something that stuck to the bottom of a shoe. Thank him for touching him gently, reassuringly. For taking his time in pleasuring him. Giving him something to think about when he was being taken by someone else.
"You two! Can we get this moving already? God, it's like watching the final hour of Cassablanca. On repeat," Jude muttered, absently tapping away on his palm pilot, "if you haven't noticed we've got a crisis on our hands."
Ewan shot a glare at his friend, "You think everything's a crisis.”
“Problem?” Hayden asked.
“Apparently life as we know it will end if we don't find me a date for tonight,” Ewan explained.
“I'm sure you'll have no trouble," Hayden said with a small smile, "I gotta go Ewan.”
Ewan was surprised when he felt lips brush his cheek. For reasons he didn't understand, it had felt extremely intimate.
“Take care of yourself,” he called lamely as Hayden walked down the passage. There wasn't anything else he could say.
Ewan couldn't help feel a little broken as he closed the door. He wasn't sure what the emotion was, but it had less to do with pity and more to do with... regret. Nobody deserved such a hard life, but seeing someone who had a vibrant character locked away under all those defenses... well, it was almost tragic. He was so fucking young- he didn't deserve this. Ewan had this horrific picture of Hayden ending up dead on some back end street because some sick bastard hadn't cared about hurting him. The thought made him nauseous.
“Ewan? Are you even listening to me? I asked who you were taking with you tonight? Just pick someone. Anyone. I don't even care who it is any more, just don't go alone,” Jude pleaded, getting back to the person he'd been talking to on his phone, proceeding to yell at whoever it was.
Ewan sighed, resting his head against the closed door. This wasn't who he was. Fuck 'em and leave 'em McGregor was how one tabloid had put it. It was utterly ridiculous for him to be aching for a boy he didn't know. They hadn't even had sex for fuck's sake. He was so lost in his own thoughts, he was barely registering Jude's scolding. All this drama over a fucking date. Hell, if he had his way he would take Hayden to the....
Ewan frowned, rolled his eyes, then banged his head against the door for good measure before throwing it open.
“HAYDEN! Wait!”
Mercifully, the boy had a decent reflex, and stopped the doors just as they were closing.
“What's up?” The young man asked, a little bewildered.
“I have a proposition for you.”
* twenty minutes later *
“This is a bad idea Ewan.”
“Yes Jude, you said that already.”
“Well you weren't listening to me the first six times- and would you quit fiddling with the GPS!" Jude snapped, as he turned the Porsche onto the highway.
“The thing is posessed I tell you. It totally wouldn't work for me yesterday. Why does your entire CD collection consist of Sarah McLachlan and Queen? Are you sure you're not gay? Maybe you should retake the test.”
“Stop changing the subject! Bringing this kid to the Charity Ball is one thing, but keeping him around the entire WEEK? Whatever possessed you to do that? Do you realize how many scheduled press events are coming up?”
“Didn't you tell me that being in a 'relationship' exuded a sense of stability?”
“I meant you should find stability with three or four promiscuous heiresses. You don't even know this boy! He could be an addict, or a dealer, or a part of some underground mafia.”
“Jude please!” Ewan growled in annoyance, “I'll have you know Hayden's a perfectly respectable member of the drug dealing underground mafia.”
“You know, I can hear you two,” Hayden rolled his eyes from the back seat where he was slouched.
“Our apologies,” Ewan caught the boy's eyes in the rear view mirror and exchanged a small smile with him. He was still relieved that the Hayden had taken him up on his offer. Not that it had been easy! He'd flat out refused at first, but then Ewan had added numbers to the deal, and made Hayden an offer no sane person in his position could refuse. Six thousand dollars. Ewan had felt a wretchedly manipulative of the situation, but then, it had to be better than whatever Hayden would be doing on the streets.
“Pull over,” Hayden said to Jude as they turned onto Rodeo Drive. The streets were lined with brand names as far as the eye could see.
“Great! I'm sure you'll find everything you need for the week in here,” Ewan grinned, digging out his cell phone and tossing it to Hayden, “Its a private line. Speed dial 1 when you're done, and I'll send someone to pick you up. You okay with that?”
Hayden nodded, not quite sure what the fuck he'd gotten himself into. He'd broken his own rule by agreeing to spend more than one night with Ewan, and eventually he'd pay the price for it. Then again, maybe the inevitable damage it would do would be worth it. Getting out the car, he stood awkwardly on the street. He didn't really stop by this part of town a lot, but for what Ewan wanted him to do, it was neccessary.
“Oh- almost forgot. Credit card,” Ewan said, handing him one from a stack that he'd shoved in his wallet that morning.
“You're not serious! You know he'll run off with it the first chance he gets,” Jude scowled.
“I've never stolen a fucking thing in my life,” Hayden snapped.
“Children! Don't fight. It gives daddy heart burn,” Ewan sighed, “Hayden go to it, and have fun!”
“But... wait... what did you want me to get anyway? It's just an evening thing right? A suit, or something? What's price range am I looking for?” Hayden asked.
Ewan blinked at the question. He had no fucking idea how much a suit cost; he had a stylist who did his shopping for him.
“Hayden, it doesn't matter. You'll need more than a suit though, get yourself a new wardrobe, the works. Not that you aren't adorable in those rumpled jeans, but unfortunately you'll need to fit in with the snotty crowd this week.”
“Well, could you ballpark it for me? I don't want to max out your card or something.”
“Aghh!” Jude yelled, leaning over Ewan and glaring at Hayden through the open window, “Listen you twat. The card in your hand, while relatively modest, could buy this entire street ten times over and still have enough juice for a chateau in France. Now scamper off, because we've got a meeting to get to.”
Jude hit the accelerator and he and Ewan were gone a moment later.
Ewan sighed, watching Hayden shrinking in the rear view mirror. The boy was hardly a sight for a place like this, and Ewan couldn't help but feel a little guilty leaving him there all alone.
“Don't even think about it,” Jude warned, “You're not going back to help him try on his clothes. Though ripping them off is probably more accurate.”
“I was thinking no such thing!” Ewan said defensively.
“Yeah right,” Jude snorted, “Ewan, if you care about the kid so much, then adopt him. For God's sake don't sleep with him! The press would have a field day with it.”
“I don't care about him. I'm just concerned. Not in a fatherly way either. You know I actually have a hard on right now? Just from talking to him- it's crazy."
"Ewan, we had this discussion. There are things I need to know. There are things I don't need to know."
"I hope he's okay. Shopping can be a nightmare. Probably should have hired a stylist to go with him. Do you think he's okay? Maybe we should go back for him."
Jude sighed at his friend's highly uncharacteristic behavior. He pulled out his cell and handed it to Ewan, “Call Nicole. She's back in town for the Ball tonight.”
“...And you just happened to know this little piece of information?” Ewan raised an eyebrow.
“Shut up,” Jude grunted, “You've dropped this poor kid in the deep end, the least we can do is give him a little help.”
Ewan had to admit, Jude's idea was brilliant. Nicole Kidman was the fashion goddess of the century, and had been a good friend ever since she'd worked on one of his add campaigns. He knew he could trust her to handle someone as volatile as Hayden.
“Do you have her number?” Ewan asked.
Jude rattled it off, then paused, “You already know her number.”
“Yeah, I just wanted to see if you did,” Ewan smirked, as someone on the other end picked up.
“Nicole darling, it's Ewan... I need a favor.”
~*~
Hayden had never felt so incredibly out of his element before. It's not that he was embarrassed... just uncomfortable, and a little annoyed at being gawked at for the last two hours. So the shirt on his back didn't have a popular label on it. Or any label, in fact. Big fucking deal. That's what he was here for, right? Buy into some conformist idea of the perfect look and play the billionaire's new boy toy. Then again, he could think of worse fates.
“Can I try that one?” Hayden asked the Armani salesman nodding towards the display at the front of the boutique.
The man looked highly displeased, as though something had crawled up his nose and died there recently.
“It's not for sale.”
“Okay... what about the one next to it?”
“Also not for sale.”
“Uh huh. Well what IS for sale?” Hayden tried not to sigh in frustration. He'd gotten the same reaction from pretty much every store he'd walked into, and he was getting sick of it.
“Sir... I'm sure it must be quite a thrill for you, to come up to these parts and look in on all the displays... but we're a high end establishment. I don't think we can help you.”
“Look, I have a credit card if that's what you're worried about. Not that it's mine.”
The salesman's eyes narrowed.
“Umn- I don't mean... I didn't steal it or anything. A friend let me borrow it. Really. Maybe you know him... Ewan McGregor?”
The clerk scoffed, “Of course he did. Why, just last week Donald Trump gave me his credit card to spend on the Armani Spring collection. Now please, leave.”
“I don't see why I have to go anywhere.”
“Don't turn in this into a scene or we will have to call for security. You don't seem to understand- we cater to a very specific clientèle, and we simply cannot help you.”
“Perhaps you could help me then?” A sharp voice asked.
Hayden glanced up to see a tall, strikingly beautiful woman standing in the doorway looking at the scene in disdain. She was dressed in a white button down trench coat, and a wide brimmed hat was seated on a wave of fiery hair. The few people in the store froze, wide eyed in shock, and once again Hayden felt like everyone knew something he didn't.
“M-Miss K-K-idman... what an honor! You must be in town for the Ball, is that right? Please, go ahead and peruse our new collections. Can I get you some wine? Champagne? Truffles?”
The woman swept in like a cool breeze, effectively ignoring the drooling clerk. She paused in front of Hayden, hands on her hips questioningly, “Well what do we have here...?”
“I assure you madam, he's nothing to worry about. Merely a ruffian off the streets, we'll have him removed immediately.”
“I'd rather you remove yourself first. Go make yourself useful and bring me drink. No ice please.”
“Yes Ms. Kidman. Right away Ms. Kidman. Coming up in a moment,” the man scurried off.
“Annoying little shit, isn't he?” Nicole asked Hayden.
He smiled slightly and nodded at the strange woman who everyone in the store was still staring at in petrified awe.
“Well no matter, we won't be staying here long anyway. Now let me have a look at you,” Nicole circled him the way one would a sculpture at an art gallery, 'oohing' and 'hmmming' at various intervals.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Hayden frowned.
“My goodness... when Ewan said you were a stunning creature he wasn't exaggerating. I know male models who'd kill to have your ass. Ooh, double entendre.”
“Wait, you know Ewan?”
“Of course darling. Do you think I make it a habit of walking up to strangers and taking their measurements?”
“Measurements?”
“It's a talent, no measuring tape required. I bet I could guess the size of your dick within half an inch... but then, Ewan's got a much better grasp of that area I assume?” She winked teasingly and Hayden reddened.
“Miss Kidman!” the clerk scurried back with the champagne, “Is he bothering you?”
“Not at all. In fact, I think he's the most adorable young thing I've seen in an age. You, on the other hand, are a pathetic little man who is a disgrace to the name of Armani, and just as cheap as that champagne. I'm calling Georgio in the morning and having a word about your utterly rude manner towards Hayden. I'll have you know the young man currently has more money on him than you'll see in your entire lifetime, and is a personal friend of Mr. Ewan McGregor.”
The clerk's jaw dropped, and looked like he was about to cry. Hayden was definitely about to laugh.
“Enough dallying. Come along Hayden, we're going somewhere a little more youthful...A gorgeous thing like you belongs in a Valentino, or perhaps a Ralph Lauren?”
Nicole swept him away, and they spilled out onto the sunlit sidewalk, earning more than a few curious looks. Hayden had to admit, they were an odd looking pair to be strolling down Rodeo Drive in the afternoon.
“I... um... thanks for doing that, back there,” Hayden said, his arm still linked with Nicole's as they walked. Hayden was still being gawked at, but for different reasons it seemed.
“My pleasure gorgeous. He had no right talking to you that way, and don't you dare let anyone do it to you in the future. You're far to precious for that.”
“You don't even know me Ms Kidma-”
“NICOLE, please. I'm an excellent judge of character Hayden. Besides, I've never heard Ewan speak of anyone in such glowing terms- it was quite refreshing.”
“Yeah... well. He's probably convincing himself he got a good deal.”
“Watch it,” Nicole smacked Hayden's shoulder, not bothering to be gentle, “Ewan's got a lot of growing up to do, but he has a wonderful heart. He'd never insult you like that no matter what kind of a past you've had. It's not an easy world out there- you do what you have to.”
“He told you, huh?”
“Hope you don't mind darling?”
“Not easy to hide who you are. Oh! Look- it's a suit!” Hayden exclaimed, stopping them in front of a boutique.
“Yes, and...?”
“Well... I need a black suit. This one's black... and it's a suit... why are you looking at me like that?”
“My dear boy, you have so much to learn. Why don't we start with the basics and work our way up to formal wear? Then maybe get rid of this gritty coloring in your hair and set it back to it's natural tones... there's definitely a blonde under that early nineties troubled teenager look. Hmm, you'll probably need a hairstylist too- it's getting quite unruly up there."
"I don't see how it's going to make much of a difference," Hayden sighed, "I've pretty much looked this way since I was twelve."
"Have some faith darling! You're talking to the world's foremost fashion expert. Nobody knows better than I do, so just sit back and trust me. Ewan McGregor is not going to know what hit him once I get through with you.”
Chapter 3
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A/N: Seriously, your comments gave me warm fuzzies inside, thank you! *huggles*