FIC: Smooth (EM/EB, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Dec. 19th, 2005 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salixbabylonTitle: Smooth
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 37. Shaving
Word Count: 1,035
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This is possible but not, and you might notice we haven't really specified a time or place. That's because this is mere fantasy and not based in any reality beyond the physicality and what we interpret as the characters of the two hot men in question. So you won't see me naming what role Ewan is playing that requires him to be always clean-shaven, or what role Eric is playing that requires him to have perma-stubble. That's becausesalixbabylon and I are just saying, for the sake of saying, and not even speculating, because we like our pervy imaginations the way they are... a little vague on some details, perhaps, but quite clear on the kink.
And that's what counts.
Smooth
Johansson reveals, "I didn't think kissing Ewan was that bad but he did have to shave in the middle of the scene. He'd shave that morning and that afternoon and three minutes before the scene... That man has some relentless beard on him."
Eric can't help but chortle at that. He even spews a little orange juice on the paper. Hazard of reading about your lover in the morning paper.
Ewan's head pops out the bathroom door - mid-shave, by coincidence. "Did I miss something?"
Ooh, Eric thinks. His ears are likely burning. "Uh, nothing much. Just something Scarlet said about you in an interview."
Ewan rolls his eyes. "She probably didn't even say it. You know how the papers like to make shite up."
Eric reads on and laughs aloud.
"What?"
"Something Jon said... about kissing you being awful because of how much you smoked."
"What the fuck?" Ewan stalks out of the bathroom. He doesn't look very menacing, since he's only wearing a towel and half a face of shaving lather.
"It's true," Eric says. "You taste much better since you quit the cigs."
Ewan snatches the paper from Eric's hands and scans the article, scowling.
"And he complains about the stubble," Eric adds.
Ewan waves his razor in the air. "Fuck! They always complain about the beard!"
Eric can't control his laughter anymore, which he soon discovers is a mistake. Ewan is not in the mood to be teased about his relentless facial hair.
"Think it's funny, eh? I'd like to know how a great big, burly macho guy like you gets away with having so little stubble."
Eric shrugs. "Dunno, mate. Guess my facial hair likes to play nice and not disturb anyone.”"
Eric does have phenomenally smooth stubble. It only prickles for a little while, going soft in no time at all. He doesn't know why Ewan's so upset about it. He seems to love running his fingers and lips and tongue over the approximately one week of growth Eric has been diligently maintaining for his current role. He does it often enough.
Ewan storms back to the bathroom, razor still in hand.
"Let me help," Eric offers, covering the distance from bed to bathroom in three long strides.
Ewan leans back against the edge of the counter and tilts his head so Eric can carefully shave the rest of his face.
"Obi-Wan must have been such a relief," Eric says as he cautiously follows the curves of Ewan's chin. "You must have been up and out of the house in a matter of minutes..."
Ewan's fingers pull the tie that holds up Eric's pyjama bottoms.
"Thinking about Obi-Wan turn you on?" Eric smirks. He finishes the line of Ewan's jaw with a flourish. "Mmmm, young Obi-Wan," Eric murmurs and rubs his lips over the smooth skin.
Scarlet was exaggerating. It takes longer than three minutes for the stubble to come up. Eric has all morning before he's in danger of skin damage.
Ewan preens under him and purrs. "I wish I could shave you," he murmurs against Eric's cheek.
"Mmm, in front of the camera tomorrow. No time to grow it back." Eric runs the tip of his tongue up the centre of Ewan's chin.
"You don't have any nude scenes, do you?"
Eric shakes his head. And immediately regrets it. Because Ewan has dropped to the floor and is nuzzling his belly.
"There is a shirtless scene," Eric clarifies.
Ewan rubs his palms over the fuzz on Eric's belly. "Wouldn't dream of it," he says to Eric's navel. "However..."
Eric's cock bumps the edge of the counter as Ewan positions him, bent over with his legs spread. And the shaving lather tingles a bit.
Eric does not have a particularly hairy arse. He's never thought of it as such. But after every stroke of the razor, Ewan rinses it in the sink, and there is an impressive amount of hair floating in the water. Wow. That's weird.
The razor was cold at first, but now it feels good. Soothing. He considers worrying when the sharp edges near his arsehole, but Ewan's hand is steady, as it should be, after shaving that beard for so many years. And for as long as Eric's known Ewan, he's never seen a cut on his clean-shaven face. It's got to take some skill to shave that chin without cutting, so Eric's arsehole is likely safe.
Safe and totally shaved. He held his arse cheeks apart and trusted, and now he calmly waits for Ewan to finish shaving the cheeks. Because this is Ewan. It's not enough to shave the crack; he has to depilate everything. Thorough and diligent.
"Oh, yeah," Ewan breathes out, all over him.
Eric figures his nerve endings have been deadened his whole life, because now, hairless and smooth, his skin is singing. The warm cloth Ewan uses to wipe away any excess lather and hair feels hot. He can sense the moisture in Ewan's breath. And Eric swears he can feel Ewan's fingerprints when he explores every satiny inch.
Smooth skin against smooth skin. Ewan rubs his face all over and Eric feels it to his toes. Ewan's lips are softer than before. His tongue rasps a bit, kittenish, when he licks. And when the lips brush over his arsehole, Eric jumps.
"Steady on," Ewan whispers.
"Fuck, Ewan, you made me too sensitive."
"That was the idea. Enjoy."
It should be impossible that shaving the outside would make the inside more sensitive, but Ewan's tongue prodding inside, and his fingers slipping, lube-coated and rougher than usual, make Eric go slack-jawed and desperate. He stares at his own eyes in the mirror, at his body splayed on the counter, his legs spread so wide, and Ewan's hands on his hips. He looks stoned. He feels stoned.
Then he starts to come. Ewan keeps fucking with his fingers and licking with his tongue and rubbing with his face until Eric falls onto the counter weakly.
"I'm going to get razor burn every time I do that for the next week or two," Ewan predicts.
"Oh, yeah?" Eric mumbles as he slides off the counter, to the floor, into Ewan's arms.
"Unless I shave you every few days."
Eric smiles as his head lolls back and Ewan's smooth chin rubs over his cheek. Fucking excellent.
He wonders what would happen if Ewan's co-stars were to discuss the size or frequency of Ewan's erections...
~end~
Author:
heartofslashFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 37. Shaving
Word Count: 1,035
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This is possible but not, and you might notice we haven't really specified a time or place. That's because this is mere fantasy and not based in any reality beyond the physicality and what we interpret as the characters of the two hot men in question. So you won't see me naming what role Ewan is playing that requires him to be always clean-shaven, or what role Eric is playing that requires him to have perma-stubble. That's because
salixbabylon and I are just saying, for the sake of saying, and not even speculating, because we like our pervy imaginations the way they are... a little vague on some details, perhaps, but quite clear on the kink. And that's what counts.
Johansson reveals, "I didn't think kissing Ewan was that bad but he did have to shave in the middle of the scene. He'd shave that morning and that afternoon and three minutes before the scene... That man has some relentless beard on him."
Eric can't help but chortle at that. He even spews a little orange juice on the paper. Hazard of reading about your lover in the morning paper.
Ewan's head pops out the bathroom door - mid-shave, by coincidence. "Did I miss something?"
Ooh, Eric thinks. His ears are likely burning. "Uh, nothing much. Just something Scarlet said about you in an interview."
Ewan rolls his eyes. "She probably didn't even say it. You know how the papers like to make shite up."
Eric reads on and laughs aloud.
"What?"
"Something Jon said... about kissing you being awful because of how much you smoked."
"What the fuck?" Ewan stalks out of the bathroom. He doesn't look very menacing, since he's only wearing a towel and half a face of shaving lather.
"It's true," Eric says. "You taste much better since you quit the cigs."
Ewan snatches the paper from Eric's hands and scans the article, scowling.
"And he complains about the stubble," Eric adds.
Ewan waves his razor in the air. "Fuck! They always complain about the beard!"
Eric can't control his laughter anymore, which he soon discovers is a mistake. Ewan is not in the mood to be teased about his relentless facial hair.
"Think it's funny, eh? I'd like to know how a great big, burly macho guy like you gets away with having so little stubble."
Eric shrugs. "Dunno, mate. Guess my facial hair likes to play nice and not disturb anyone.”"
Eric does have phenomenally smooth stubble. It only prickles for a little while, going soft in no time at all. He doesn't know why Ewan's so upset about it. He seems to love running his fingers and lips and tongue over the approximately one week of growth Eric has been diligently maintaining for his current role. He does it often enough.
Ewan storms back to the bathroom, razor still in hand.
"Let me help," Eric offers, covering the distance from bed to bathroom in three long strides.
Ewan leans back against the edge of the counter and tilts his head so Eric can carefully shave the rest of his face.
"Obi-Wan must have been such a relief," Eric says as he cautiously follows the curves of Ewan's chin. "You must have been up and out of the house in a matter of minutes..."
Ewan's fingers pull the tie that holds up Eric's pyjama bottoms.
"Thinking about Obi-Wan turn you on?" Eric smirks. He finishes the line of Ewan's jaw with a flourish. "Mmmm, young Obi-Wan," Eric murmurs and rubs his lips over the smooth skin.
Scarlet was exaggerating. It takes longer than three minutes for the stubble to come up. Eric has all morning before he's in danger of skin damage.
Ewan preens under him and purrs. "I wish I could shave you," he murmurs against Eric's cheek.
"Mmm, in front of the camera tomorrow. No time to grow it back." Eric runs the tip of his tongue up the centre of Ewan's chin.
"You don't have any nude scenes, do you?"
Eric shakes his head. And immediately regrets it. Because Ewan has dropped to the floor and is nuzzling his belly.
"There is a shirtless scene," Eric clarifies.
Ewan rubs his palms over the fuzz on Eric's belly. "Wouldn't dream of it," he says to Eric's navel. "However..."
Eric's cock bumps the edge of the counter as Ewan positions him, bent over with his legs spread. And the shaving lather tingles a bit.
Eric does not have a particularly hairy arse. He's never thought of it as such. But after every stroke of the razor, Ewan rinses it in the sink, and there is an impressive amount of hair floating in the water. Wow. That's weird.
The razor was cold at first, but now it feels good. Soothing. He considers worrying when the sharp edges near his arsehole, but Ewan's hand is steady, as it should be, after shaving that beard for so many years. And for as long as Eric's known Ewan, he's never seen a cut on his clean-shaven face. It's got to take some skill to shave that chin without cutting, so Eric's arsehole is likely safe.
Safe and totally shaved. He held his arse cheeks apart and trusted, and now he calmly waits for Ewan to finish shaving the cheeks. Because this is Ewan. It's not enough to shave the crack; he has to depilate everything. Thorough and diligent.
"Oh, yeah," Ewan breathes out, all over him.
Eric figures his nerve endings have been deadened his whole life, because now, hairless and smooth, his skin is singing. The warm cloth Ewan uses to wipe away any excess lather and hair feels hot. He can sense the moisture in Ewan's breath. And Eric swears he can feel Ewan's fingerprints when he explores every satiny inch.
Smooth skin against smooth skin. Ewan rubs his face all over and Eric feels it to his toes. Ewan's lips are softer than before. His tongue rasps a bit, kittenish, when he licks. And when the lips brush over his arsehole, Eric jumps.
"Steady on," Ewan whispers.
"Fuck, Ewan, you made me too sensitive."
"That was the idea. Enjoy."
It should be impossible that shaving the outside would make the inside more sensitive, but Ewan's tongue prodding inside, and his fingers slipping, lube-coated and rougher than usual, make Eric go slack-jawed and desperate. He stares at his own eyes in the mirror, at his body splayed on the counter, his legs spread so wide, and Ewan's hands on his hips. He looks stoned. He feels stoned.
Then he starts to come. Ewan keeps fucking with his fingers and licking with his tongue and rubbing with his face until Eric falls onto the counter weakly.
"I'm going to get razor burn every time I do that for the next week or two," Ewan predicts.
"Oh, yeah?" Eric mumbles as he slides off the counter, to the floor, into Ewan's arms.
"Unless I shave you every few days."
Eric smiles as his head lolls back and Ewan's smooth chin rubs over his cheek. Fucking excellent.
He wonders what would happen if Ewan's co-stars were to discuss the size or frequency of Ewan's erections...
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Date: 2005-12-20 04:44 am (UTC)i'm with eric:"Unless I shave you every few days."
Eric smiles as his head lolls back and Ewan's smooth chin rubs over his cheek. Fucking excellent.
how the hell am i going to top that?? it was my next prompt! bah. i'll wait till after christmas!
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Date: 2005-12-20 05:05 am (UTC)I dunno. I can't think of anything that tops Ewan shaving Eric's arse.
Unless it was Eric shaving Ewan's arse...
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Date: 2005-12-20 07:40 am (UTC)That was just very, very very ....:-; :-0 :-!
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:50 pm (UTC)Oh, look at the time. I have to leave for work in ten minutes. *puts on normal responsible citizen hat*
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Date: 2005-12-20 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-21 12:51 pm (UTC)That's okay. I'm sure I can work a little Obi-Wan kink into one of the other fics. We've got oodles to go. *tickles you with my Pdawan braid*
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Date: 2005-12-20 06:02 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:52 pm (UTC)All over. *writhes*
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Date: 2005-12-23 07:08 pm (UTC)make Eric go slack-jawed and desperate
I know the feeling. *G*
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Date: 2005-12-23 10:25 pm (UTC)So I had to write this to, you know, set the record straight (or not) about kissing Ewan. *snerk*
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Date: 2005-12-23 10:26 pm (UTC)So I had to write this to, you know, set the record straight (or not) about kissing Ewan. *snerk*
Well done. *G*
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Date: 2007-06-10 03:25 am (UTC)He wasn't all that upset, and I was pleased that John and Scarlett didn't actually mean what was printed.
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Date: 2005-12-30 08:28 am (UTC)