You Can't Always Get What You Want 4/4
Title: You Can't Always Get What you Want (4/4)
Rating: Pg-13 for Language, slash
Pairing: Ewan/Hayden
Summary: Lightsabers, late nights, and lover's tiffs...
Disclaimer: Ewan and Hayden aren't mine. Lines aren't mine, if they were, I think I’d have the money to buy the $300 lightsaber I want, but, whatever.
A/N: Been fun actually posting this. Thanks to all of you for reading this and commenting. I have some other fics I've started which I'm hoping to post. <3 to my beta-er- Slyprentice for her patience!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
The fact that Hayden couldn't even masturbate in the privacy of his trailer without Ewan disturbing this thoughts disgusted him. He resented his relationship with Ewan, but it was slowly wearing him down. He needed Ewan, and he could feel Ewan's need- the look in his eyes when Hayden pretended not to see, the occasional jerk of Ewan's hand hitting his as they walked down the set. They both knew this tension between them was cracking, but neither was willing to admit it. Neither wanted to bend first. They were now playing a merciless game of 'I can one-up you."
"Master, I've disappointed you." Hayden mimicked, smirking at Ewan. "I have not been appreciative of your training. I've been arrogant, and I-"
"Cut. Hayden." George beckoned him over. Hayden did have admit... again... that this personal feud, was interfering in his work. This... lover's tiff (Hayden hated the phrase) was only making his entire life more miserable
"Yes, George?" Hayden replied as innocently as he could. He forced a flat footed pace out of his brooding stalk, over to the movie legend
"Are you alright, Hayden?" There was a small note of concern in his normally expressionless voice. "You and Ewan don't seem to be yourselves lately..."
"Everything's fine." Hayden said crisply. "Ewan and I are... having a slight disagreement."
"If you need to talk... I'm sure you and Ewan could work everything out."
"Yeah. It's fine, sorry George." Hayden rambled, only partially listening. His eyes wandered over to where Ewan was leaning against the railing.
"Ewan." George called to the Scot.
"Ah.. it's all fine George." Hayden repeated, biting his lip slightly. He tried to back away, to avoid this, but his legs stuck fast to the ground.
Ewan caught his eye and stared for a moment. His entire body (oh God, Ewan's body) seemed to tense up. A long moment passed as the uneasiness filled the set
"Yeah?" Ewan finally sauntered over, ever casual, and stopped, no, posed, infront of them. Was that... yes. There was a slight smirk in his eyes as he looked at them
"Hey Ewan. Uh, do you and Hayden wanna go and talk this scene out a bit? We want it to match the reality of that last scene." George said mildly.
Hayden's eyes flew up to Ewan's, dragged away from the lower half of his robes (how did his eyes get down there?). He knew this was the moment he'd been dreading. He felt blood rush to opposite ends of his body. The heat in his face and the rushing to his groin made him fidgety.
"Uh, no, I, uh, I think we're-" Hayden was cut off abruptly as Ewan interrupted.
"Alright, George. Hayden." His large hand caught Hayden's slender wrist in a tight grip. Just the touch of those hands and the memory of what they were capable of made Hayden's face turn even a brighter shade of red. He knew there'd be no escaping. Silently, he let Ewan lead him out of earshot into one of the storage rooms on set.
"Don't touch me." Hayden spat, jerking his hand out of Ewan's hold as soon as the door closed. He closed his hand over the area as if it burned him. He made to turn away, so he could revel in that touch again. Instead, he only found Ewan's blue-green eyes
"You're fucking beautiful when you're angry, y'know that?" Ewan said calmly, his eyes on Hayden's.
"And you're full of shit, you bastard." Hayden snapped. "What are you going to do after this? On your next movie? Say the same lines to the next boy who adores you, who worships you? Who... Who loves you? All this suffering and pain and heartbreak. All this just to get a quick fuck?" He broke off for a minute or two, breathing hard, letting all his anger pour out. When he spoke again, it was in a softer, tearful, tone. "I really did love you, Ewan Fucking Mcgregor."
"Hayden... You truly are remarkable." He caught Hayden's chin with a hand, and turned it to look at him. "You are so much more than my friend. And I mean that." His eyes were locked on Hayden's. He was advancing slowly and-
Ewan's lips attacked Hayden's, who surrendered to the sweet taste and unspoken longing. Hayden was shoved into the make-shift wall, which rattled unsteadily as Ewan pushed forwards aggressively. When the brutal kiss broke, Hayden let out a soft whimper, begging for more. He wanted to feel those gently lips, to hear the whispered nonesense, to touch every part of Ewan he could reach. At a slightly more insistant, wordless whine, Ewan was only more than happy to comply by gripping tightly at Hayden's waiste, pushing his hips through the folds of cloth
Finally they pulled away, reminded, after knocking a spare camera stand over, that they were onset. Not to mention that they were surrounded by people.
"Ewan, God, Ewan... I'm... I'm sor-" Hayden began huskily. He was cut off by another rough kiss.
"You can thank me tonight." Ewan smirked slightly. "Shall we?"
***
"Master, I've disappointed you." Hayden took the meaning of these words to heart. His was currently flying through the air, love making him almost giddy. "I haven't been appreciative of your kindness and training. I've been arrogant and selfish, and I apologize. I've just been so frustrated lately... with the council." Hayden added quickly, remembering they were being filmed. He looked up and met Ewan's eyes. "You're friendship means everything to me."
"You are wise, and strong, Anakin. I am proud of you, very proud. You have learned much from all I have taught you. You will become far greater and stronger than I could ever hope to be. You have been there for me and saved my life countless times. Be patient, Anakin. You will be made Jedi Master before the Council in time." Ewan's hand descended on Hayden's shoulder. He gave a gentle squeeze and a smile, before walking off.
***
"I'm pleased you two worked everything out. Well done." George praised, straight faced as always. "I take it you made up your little argument?"
Hayden quirked an eyebrow, turning his head to face Ewan, who was standing almost directly behind him, and smiled. True, he smiled as Ewan's hand came to subtly caress the back of his thigh, but George didn't have to know that
"Yeah, I think so." Hayden managed.
"I'm glad you know you have a friend to go to, Hayden. I'm sure Ewan would be more than happy to share some of his experiences with you."
Hayden fought to keep a straight face. Behind him, he felt Ewan's fingers jerk slightly, and tighten as he also held back a snicker. Hayden finally let a smile slip out.
"Oh, I'm sure he will. I'll ask him to share his experiences a lot more from now on..."
FIN
x-posted sw_slash starwars_slash ewan_hayden and to my own journal ladypadawan
Rating: Pg-13 for Language, slash
Pairing: Ewan/Hayden
Summary: Lightsabers, late nights, and lover's tiffs...
Disclaimer: Ewan and Hayden aren't mine. Lines aren't mine, if they were, I think I’d have the money to buy the $300 lightsaber I want, but, whatever.
A/N: Been fun actually posting this. Thanks to all of you for reading this and commenting. I have some other fics I've started which I'm hoping to post. <3 to my beta-er- Slyprentice for her patience!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
The fact that Hayden couldn't even masturbate in the privacy of his trailer without Ewan disturbing this thoughts disgusted him. He resented his relationship with Ewan, but it was slowly wearing him down. He needed Ewan, and he could feel Ewan's need- the look in his eyes when Hayden pretended not to see, the occasional jerk of Ewan's hand hitting his as they walked down the set. They both knew this tension between them was cracking, but neither was willing to admit it. Neither wanted to bend first. They were now playing a merciless game of 'I can one-up you."
"Master, I've disappointed you." Hayden mimicked, smirking at Ewan. "I have not been appreciative of your training. I've been arrogant, and I-"
"Cut. Hayden." George beckoned him over. Hayden did have admit... again... that this personal feud, was interfering in his work. This... lover's tiff (Hayden hated the phrase) was only making his entire life more miserable
"Yes, George?" Hayden replied as innocently as he could. He forced a flat footed pace out of his brooding stalk, over to the movie legend
"Are you alright, Hayden?" There was a small note of concern in his normally expressionless voice. "You and Ewan don't seem to be yourselves lately..."
"Everything's fine." Hayden said crisply. "Ewan and I are... having a slight disagreement."
"If you need to talk... I'm sure you and Ewan could work everything out."
"Yeah. It's fine, sorry George." Hayden rambled, only partially listening. His eyes wandered over to where Ewan was leaning against the railing.
"Ewan." George called to the Scot.
"Ah.. it's all fine George." Hayden repeated, biting his lip slightly. He tried to back away, to avoid this, but his legs stuck fast to the ground.
Ewan caught his eye and stared for a moment. His entire body (oh God, Ewan's body) seemed to tense up. A long moment passed as the uneasiness filled the set
"Yeah?" Ewan finally sauntered over, ever casual, and stopped, no, posed, infront of them. Was that... yes. There was a slight smirk in his eyes as he looked at them
"Hey Ewan. Uh, do you and Hayden wanna go and talk this scene out a bit? We want it to match the reality of that last scene." George said mildly.
Hayden's eyes flew up to Ewan's, dragged away from the lower half of his robes (how did his eyes get down there?). He knew this was the moment he'd been dreading. He felt blood rush to opposite ends of his body. The heat in his face and the rushing to his groin made him fidgety.
"Uh, no, I, uh, I think we're-" Hayden was cut off abruptly as Ewan interrupted.
"Alright, George. Hayden." His large hand caught Hayden's slender wrist in a tight grip. Just the touch of those hands and the memory of what they were capable of made Hayden's face turn even a brighter shade of red. He knew there'd be no escaping. Silently, he let Ewan lead him out of earshot into one of the storage rooms on set.
"Don't touch me." Hayden spat, jerking his hand out of Ewan's hold as soon as the door closed. He closed his hand over the area as if it burned him. He made to turn away, so he could revel in that touch again. Instead, he only found Ewan's blue-green eyes
"You're fucking beautiful when you're angry, y'know that?" Ewan said calmly, his eyes on Hayden's.
"And you're full of shit, you bastard." Hayden snapped. "What are you going to do after this? On your next movie? Say the same lines to the next boy who adores you, who worships you? Who... Who loves you? All this suffering and pain and heartbreak. All this just to get a quick fuck?" He broke off for a minute or two, breathing hard, letting all his anger pour out. When he spoke again, it was in a softer, tearful, tone. "I really did love you, Ewan Fucking Mcgregor."
"Hayden... You truly are remarkable." He caught Hayden's chin with a hand, and turned it to look at him. "You are so much more than my friend. And I mean that." His eyes were locked on Hayden's. He was advancing slowly and-
Ewan's lips attacked Hayden's, who surrendered to the sweet taste and unspoken longing. Hayden was shoved into the make-shift wall, which rattled unsteadily as Ewan pushed forwards aggressively. When the brutal kiss broke, Hayden let out a soft whimper, begging for more. He wanted to feel those gently lips, to hear the whispered nonesense, to touch every part of Ewan he could reach. At a slightly more insistant, wordless whine, Ewan was only more than happy to comply by gripping tightly at Hayden's waiste, pushing his hips through the folds of cloth
Finally they pulled away, reminded, after knocking a spare camera stand over, that they were onset. Not to mention that they were surrounded by people.
"Ewan, God, Ewan... I'm... I'm sor-" Hayden began huskily. He was cut off by another rough kiss.
"You can thank me tonight." Ewan smirked slightly. "Shall we?"
***
"Master, I've disappointed you." Hayden took the meaning of these words to heart. His was currently flying through the air, love making him almost giddy. "I haven't been appreciative of your kindness and training. I've been arrogant and selfish, and I apologize. I've just been so frustrated lately... with the council." Hayden added quickly, remembering they were being filmed. He looked up and met Ewan's eyes. "You're friendship means everything to me."
"You are wise, and strong, Anakin. I am proud of you, very proud. You have learned much from all I have taught you. You will become far greater and stronger than I could ever hope to be. You have been there for me and saved my life countless times. Be patient, Anakin. You will be made Jedi Master before the Council in time." Ewan's hand descended on Hayden's shoulder. He gave a gentle squeeze and a smile, before walking off.
***
"I'm pleased you two worked everything out. Well done." George praised, straight faced as always. "I take it you made up your little argument?"
Hayden quirked an eyebrow, turning his head to face Ewan, who was standing almost directly behind him, and smiled. True, he smiled as Ewan's hand came to subtly caress the back of his thigh, but George didn't have to know that
"Yeah, I think so." Hayden managed.
"I'm glad you know you have a friend to go to, Hayden. I'm sure Ewan would be more than happy to share some of his experiences with you."
Hayden fought to keep a straight face. Behind him, he felt Ewan's fingers jerk slightly, and tighten as he also held back a snicker. Hayden finally let a smile slip out.
"Oh, I'm sure he will. I'll ask him to share his experiences a lot more from now on..."
FIN
x-posted sw_slash starwars_slash ewan_hayden and to my own journal ladypadawan