Jude Law/Ewan McGregor RPS for Grace
Title: A Pint and a Shag
Author: missmolly9
Pairing: Jude and Ewan
Warnings/Rating: No warnings, no sex, just language
Summary: Jude and Ewan back in the day when they shared a flat. Based on the Establishment Backstory Universe as created by Grace and Dee.
Disclaimer: Not real, has nothing to do with the real people.
Notes: A gift for kyuuketsukirui in honor of her upcoming birthday. Many thanks to
jennandanica for the beta.
A Pint and a Shag
Jude fumbled for his pack of cigarettes. Ah, one left. Thank God. He lit up. What a foul habit. And it’s worse when I’m nervous.
Perched on a low wall across the street from the stage door, Jude watched as the cast trickled out and headed to the tube station.
Where the fuck is Ewan? After spending a good part of the day in airports and standing in customs lines, Jude was dead tired and hungry. What he really wanted even more than food was a pint and a good shag.
Another five minutes passed, Jude jabbed the cigarette out on the wall and flicked it onto the street. Did I fucking miss him? I should’ve called. Fuck.
He had gotten the last ticket available for this evening’s performance. A terrible seat, at the back, crammed between a large woman who smelled bad and an old man with allergies who sniffed through the whole play. The moment the curtain went down, Jude had slipped out of the theatre and gone around to the stage door. What a nightmare. But the play and Ewan were ace. Definitely worth coming home early for. Definitely worth flying low budget coach for. But where the fuck is he?
The problem was Ewan didn’t even know Jude was coming. It had been six weeks since they had last talked. Well, they had exchanged voice mail. When Jude was first gone, Ewan had called almost every night after Jude was done with shooting and Ewan was home from the pubs or whatever he got up to.
Shooting on location had been exciting for Jude at first especially because this was his first big role. The director was great and the cast was talented. But living for nearly three months in a hotel had gotten old. Eating catered food had gotten old. Being alone had gotten old. There had been trysts to distract Jude in the beginning. But his last flirtation had fizzled. It seemed like it was going somewhere but then his beautiful young co-star caught the eye of the director and that was that. She knew that the Director was a much better catch than Jude Law who didn’t even have top billing.
Jude missed the modest flat he and Ewan shared. He missed fighting with Ewan about chores. Ewan had to be the biggest slob ever. Dirty laundry and dirty dishes were everywhere. Jude shuddered to think what the flat must look like now without Jude there to nag Ewan to take out the trash, empty the ashtrays, and throw away beer bottles.
Now even the crew was starting to leave. Jude ran across the street and tried to slip in the door but a guard was standing right inside and wouldn’t let him in. Jude asked if Ewan was still there and the guard grinned and nodded. So Jude went back to the wall to wait. Without a cigarette Jude was at a loss as what to do with his hands. He tried to read the program but the street lamp didn’t offer enough light.
Ewan’s brilliant in this. Jude was glad that Ewan had gotten this part because Jude had been feeling guilty about getting the film when Ewan had no work lined up. Ewan had been so pleased when he called Jude to tell him the news about the play. Damn. I should’ve called him to tell I was coming.
When Ewan had asked Jude to come to the play, well more like begged Jude, Jude had said he couldn’t. After filming he planned to the Greek Islands for some post-filming rest and relaxation.
Ewan had been very quiet for a moment. Then he had laughed it off and gone on with conversation, acting like it didn’t matter. But Jude had felt like utter shite because he knew Ewan was upset. Damn that was the last time we talked.
Once rehearsals had started Ewan stopped calling. Jude assumed he was busy but after Ewan hadn’t called for a month, Jude started to wonder. Finally Jude called Ewan. No answer. And no answer for a week. Ewan’s cell just rolled over to voicemail every time Jude tried. Ewan had called back once but Jude was in the shower. When he listened to the message, it was odd. Ewan sounded distracted as if he was covering up the mouth piece to talk to someone at the same time as leaving a message for Jude. In fact he was breathing the way he did when Jude was giving him a blow job.
Yeah, let’s not think about Ewan and blowjobs right now. God. What I need is a pint and a shag. Where the fuck is Ewan?
Just then Ewan stumbled through the stage door laughing. He wasn’t alone. His co-star, the good-looking one was pulling Ewan by the hand. They were laughing in each others arms, then kissing. The cars and buildings oddly magnified the little moans and sighs so Jude could hear every breath.
What? Ewan said no kissing unless it was love. Jude stepped into the shadow of the building and stared as Ewan and his companion walked past.
“That was brilliant,” Ewan said.
“Yeah, let’s have another go? Whatdaya say? You know you want it. You always want it.”
“Pints first shagging second. Priorities, mate.” Ewan said laughing.
Ewan didn’t even see Jude standing there.
-End
Author: missmolly9
Pairing: Jude and Ewan
Warnings/Rating: No warnings, no sex, just language
Summary: Jude and Ewan back in the day when they shared a flat. Based on the Establishment Backstory Universe as created by Grace and Dee.
Disclaimer: Not real, has nothing to do with the real people.
Notes: A gift for kyuuketsukirui in honor of her upcoming birthday. Many thanks to
jennandanica for the beta.
A Pint and a Shag
Jude fumbled for his pack of cigarettes. Ah, one left. Thank God. He lit up. What a foul habit. And it’s worse when I’m nervous.
Perched on a low wall across the street from the stage door, Jude watched as the cast trickled out and headed to the tube station.
Where the fuck is Ewan? After spending a good part of the day in airports and standing in customs lines, Jude was dead tired and hungry. What he really wanted even more than food was a pint and a good shag.
Another five minutes passed, Jude jabbed the cigarette out on the wall and flicked it onto the street. Did I fucking miss him? I should’ve called. Fuck.
He had gotten the last ticket available for this evening’s performance. A terrible seat, at the back, crammed between a large woman who smelled bad and an old man with allergies who sniffed through the whole play. The moment the curtain went down, Jude had slipped out of the theatre and gone around to the stage door. What a nightmare. But the play and Ewan were ace. Definitely worth coming home early for. Definitely worth flying low budget coach for. But where the fuck is he?
The problem was Ewan didn’t even know Jude was coming. It had been six weeks since they had last talked. Well, they had exchanged voice mail. When Jude was first gone, Ewan had called almost every night after Jude was done with shooting and Ewan was home from the pubs or whatever he got up to.
Shooting on location had been exciting for Jude at first especially because this was his first big role. The director was great and the cast was talented. But living for nearly three months in a hotel had gotten old. Eating catered food had gotten old. Being alone had gotten old. There had been trysts to distract Jude in the beginning. But his last flirtation had fizzled. It seemed like it was going somewhere but then his beautiful young co-star caught the eye of the director and that was that. She knew that the Director was a much better catch than Jude Law who didn’t even have top billing.
Jude missed the modest flat he and Ewan shared. He missed fighting with Ewan about chores. Ewan had to be the biggest slob ever. Dirty laundry and dirty dishes were everywhere. Jude shuddered to think what the flat must look like now without Jude there to nag Ewan to take out the trash, empty the ashtrays, and throw away beer bottles.
Now even the crew was starting to leave. Jude ran across the street and tried to slip in the door but a guard was standing right inside and wouldn’t let him in. Jude asked if Ewan was still there and the guard grinned and nodded. So Jude went back to the wall to wait. Without a cigarette Jude was at a loss as what to do with his hands. He tried to read the program but the street lamp didn’t offer enough light.
Ewan’s brilliant in this. Jude was glad that Ewan had gotten this part because Jude had been feeling guilty about getting the film when Ewan had no work lined up. Ewan had been so pleased when he called Jude to tell him the news about the play. Damn. I should’ve called him to tell I was coming.
When Ewan had asked Jude to come to the play, well more like begged Jude, Jude had said he couldn’t. After filming he planned to the Greek Islands for some post-filming rest and relaxation.
Ewan had been very quiet for a moment. Then he had laughed it off and gone on with conversation, acting like it didn’t matter. But Jude had felt like utter shite because he knew Ewan was upset. Damn that was the last time we talked.
Once rehearsals had started Ewan stopped calling. Jude assumed he was busy but after Ewan hadn’t called for a month, Jude started to wonder. Finally Jude called Ewan. No answer. And no answer for a week. Ewan’s cell just rolled over to voicemail every time Jude tried. Ewan had called back once but Jude was in the shower. When he listened to the message, it was odd. Ewan sounded distracted as if he was covering up the mouth piece to talk to someone at the same time as leaving a message for Jude. In fact he was breathing the way he did when Jude was giving him a blow job.
Yeah, let’s not think about Ewan and blowjobs right now. God. What I need is a pint and a shag. Where the fuck is Ewan?
Just then Ewan stumbled through the stage door laughing. He wasn’t alone. His co-star, the good-looking one was pulling Ewan by the hand. They were laughing in each others arms, then kissing. The cars and buildings oddly magnified the little moans and sighs so Jude could hear every breath.
What? Ewan said no kissing unless it was love. Jude stepped into the shadow of the building and stared as Ewan and his companion walked past.
“That was brilliant,” Ewan said.
“Yeah, let’s have another go? Whatdaya say? You know you want it. You always want it.”
“Pints first shagging second. Priorities, mate.” Ewan said laughing.
Ewan didn’t even see Jude standing there.
-End