FIC: Completely Consumed [Canadian Actor RPF]
Title: Completely Consumed
Author: imaginethetruth [M. Willoughby]
Fandom: Canadian Actor RPF
Pairing: CKR/HD (and some Noel Baker! heh)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language and some sexual content
Disclaimer: All events depicted are fictitious. No matter how much I wish they weren't. Title from “Marigold” by the Headstones!
Summary: Set during the HCL era. Noel's a dink, but a dink with some good ideas.
Author's Notes: I read Hard Core Road Show the other day...and the wheels just started turning. Behold the product! I am considering turning this into something longer.
Callum sits motionless, eyes fixed on the man seated across from him. “What was that?” he asks, his voice so measured and quiet that it sounds almost deadly.
Noel's doe eyes dart back and forth nervously. “What?” he says, clearly discomforted.
“What did you just say?” Callum rephrases without blinking.
“Just that,” Noel's voice falters and he clears his throat quickly. “That you and Hugh...”
“What about us?” Callum asks calmly. “Go on. I won't bite you.”
Noel laughs nervously and clears his throat again. “Well, you two just sort of...complete each other,” he looks up desperately. “You know?”
“No,” Callum says smoothly. “I don't. But what was that other bit you said a minute ago?”
“Oh,” Noel's lower lip quivers. “Just that...and don't take this the wrong way, but...you and Hugh...well you act like - like an old married couple.”
What the...
“How so?” Callum asks quietly, but he already knows the answer.
“The bickering, the dependency, the exclusiveness,” Noel pauses. “The way you act when he's gone recording, or the way he acts when you're off doing My Life As a Dog; the way you both get so fucking down,” Noel pauses. “You and Hugh are...inseparable.”
Callum doesn't say anything.
Noel bites his lip. “Callum, look, I'm sorry If I-- I shouldn't have said any-”
“Get out.”
Noel looks up, surprised. “Wh--what?”
“Get out,” Callum repeats. “Go. Now.”
Noel gets up quickly, and shooting Callum a look of mingled shock and confusion, leaves, the door closing quietly behind him.
Callum sits, motionless, staring at the wall in front of him.
The door opens again, and Callum doesn't need to turn around to know who it is.
“Hey cuntface,” Hugh says affectionately, ruffling Callum's hair before throwing himself into Noel's vacant chair. “What did you do to Baker? He looks like he just pissed himself.”
Callum shook his head wordlessly.
“Hey,” Hugh appraises him, concern in his clear eyes. “You don't look so peachy yourself. Everything alright?”
“It's nothing,” Callum mumbles, refusing to make eye contact. “Don't worry about me.”
Hugh snorts. “Yeah fucking right. You expect me to believe that?” he shakes his head.
Come on, out with it, Rennie.”
“It's just...something Baker said,” Callum mutters, not looking at Hugh. “That's all.”
Hugh's eyes narrow. “What did he do now?”
“He--” Callum's voice falters. “He said some stuff about-- about you and me.”
“What kind of stuff?” Hugh asks suspiciously, folding his hands beneath his chin.
Callum takes a deep breath. “He just said that-- that...you and I...we act like we're...married,” Callum nearly chokes on the word. “Or-- or something. And well it...it just sort of fuckin'...freaked me out. Or something.”
Hugh doesn't answer him for a long time, but when he does finally speak, his voice his surprisingly gentle. “Why did it freak you out?”
Callum looks up, surprised. “You aren't mad?”
“No,” Hugh says with a wry smile. “Noel's a dink, but a harmless dink at that. Who the fuck cares what he thinks?”
“I do,” Callum mumbles. “I don't know why. I don't usually, but this time...I just do.”
“Why?”
“Because," Callum pauses. "If he thinks it, maybe everybody else does too.”
“But why does it matter? Why do you care so much?” Hugh's voice is exasperated. “We should be laughing about this right now and planning our next big scheme to successfully piss into Noel's coffee cup. Why are you making such a big deal about this?”
Callum doesn't laugh, just looks miserably at the floor.
“Look,” Hugh says, putting a hand on Callum's knee. “Fuck Noel. He's a dink. This is about you not telling me something. And that's not buddies, right?”
Callum looks at him desperately, lost for words.
“What's on your mind?” Hugh murmurs, his eyes searching. “Open up. Please. I always have for you.”
Callum's mouth opens and then closes again. “Hugh, I--”
“Please, Callum,” Hugh says softly. “I'm you're friend. Right?”
And since Callum can't seem to find any words, he leans forward and brushes his fingers gently against Hugh's jaw. Just a few more centimeters and...his lips press softly against Hugh's forehead.
Hugh sits rigid in his chair. His usually expressive eyes are completely blank.
Callum turns away, dropping his hand. He stands up and is almost out the door when...
“What the fuck was that?”
Callum's hand freezes on the door knob. “I don't know,” he says wearily. “I'm sorry, we can just forget about this if you--”
“No.”
Suddenly Callum is slammed against the door, back pressed against the wood.
“You can't just do something like that and then fucking leave,” Hugh exclaims, and Callum notices a note of frenzied desperation in his voice.
“Hugh, I'm--”
Hugh grabs the front of Callum's shirt, pinning him to the door. “Shut the fuck up, Callum.”
Callum's eyes are wide with fear.
“So it's like that?” Hugh demands. “That's how you feel about me?”
Callum doesn't answer him.
“Answer me, you fucking cunt,” Hugh shouts, his fingers digging into Callum's chest. “This is how you feel about me?”
Callum closes his eyes, and...nods.
Hugh exhales, his breath warm against Callum's cheek. “Right,” he says stonily. “Well that's just-- fuck.”
“Hugh, I'm so sorry, I just--”
But this time, Hugh doesn't call Callum a cunt or tell him to go fuck himself. With a sudden moan of anguish, he shoves Callum against the door, and his lips are hard on Callum's, kissing the life out of him.
Callum gasps, and his arms wrap around Hugh's waist as he kisses him back. Callum tries to convey every long repressed, unspoken emotion he's ever felt, and all of his doubts and fear melt away in Hugh's mouth.
“God,” Hugh groans, and his hands are everywhere. “Fucking Noel, I can't believe you actually thought that I would - after all this time, and I just can't even ---”
“God, shut up,” Callum sighs, getting his hands into that ridiculous mohawk. “Please.”
And Hugh does.
finis.