Ficlet: Well-Shagged (1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle/Prompt: "Well-Shagged" from the 28-fics-meme (30 actually)
Pairing: Ewan/Johnny for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lisagems
Author:salixbabylon
Rating: R
Word Count: 615
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Another one of those endless Hollywood parties that Ewan's publicist insisted he attend, since they were letting Disney court him for some new projects. Bored fucking stiff, Ewan decided it was long past time for a smoke break.
He stepped out onto a balcony hidden behind mostly-pulled curtains and relished the silence once he slid the door closed behind him. It was a narrow balcony, not really meant for people to stand on. Which made is difficult to pretend he didn't see the other man standing there. Johnny Depp.
They introduced themselves politely, mentioned a few acquaintances they had in common, but were both content with the long pauses and respected the other's desire to get away from it all.
Until Ewan discovered he didn't have any fags on him. He asked to bum one off Johnny, who only responded that he had those pretentious cigarillos. Well, pretentious if it was anyone else; for Johnny, it was just one more eccentricity. Ewan liked him, he decided; he wasn't afraid to be odd. Which made him quite odd, for Hollywood.
Still, he quirked a brow when Johnny offered him one. "Bit poncy, aren't they? Not the most manly of cigarettes," he joked, taking one.
Johnny laughed. "I'm not going for the most manly image, career-wise."
They commiserated a bit about being considered androgynous-looking, and hinted a bit, each, about the Press assuming they had a more fluid sexuality. Neither confirming or denying, just... mentioning. Also how fucking annoying Disney was, with the "morality clauses" in their contracts and how they'd both refused them.
They bonded a bit. Respected each other. Lit up and smoked in silence.
And then Johnny's fag went over the edge of the balcony.
"Fuck!"
Ewan gave him a questioning look.
"That was my last one. Actually, the one I gave you was my last one," he clarified, eyes glittering with something Ewan couldn't read.
He held out his fag. "Want it, then?"
Johnny refused, then hesitated. "Haven't had enough of a fix, to be honest. Share it with you?"
Ewan passed it over and they shared for a bit, in silence. There was something unusually intimate about the situation, alone on the balcony, hundreds of people behind them, doing something they shouldn't like naughty boys.
On the next round, Ewan took a deep drag and Johnny moved closer, ignoring the stub Ewan was holding out towards him. Ewan's eyes widened as Johnny took hold of his chin, bringing their lips together as Ewan exhaled.
Johnny's eyes closed, savoring the smoke for a long moment, before he too exhaled.
Before Ewan really knew how it had happened, they were snogging like wild things, groping hands everywhere – grasping his shoulders, pressing into his chest, clutching his waist, grabbing his arse, sliding around his thigh to stroke his cock. Legs tangled as bodies strained ever closer. They were tearing apart each others' clothes, hot and bothered and horny like teenagers, with Disney and their morality clause right fucking behind them. It was totally mad, exhilarating, and there was no fucking way Ewan was going to stop until Johnny did.
Who looked back at Ewan with a devilish grin. Ewan stifled a moan as hands ripped open his trousers and pulled out his cock while Johnny dropped to his knees.
Twenty minutes later they sauntered back to the party, Ewan's trousers sticky and in disarray, both of them with untucked shirts, used condom tossed to the same destination as Johnny's lost cigarillo. Ewan's fair skin betrayed his flush and slightly swollen lips far more than Johnny's tanned skin did. They split apart, sharing one last grin, and both made their way through the crowd, thoroughly shagged.
~end~
I don't smoke and I didn't have a beta for this, so if anyone would like to correct my smoking terminology, please let do.
Pairing: Ewan/Johnny for
lisagemsAuthor:
salixbabylonRating: R
Word Count: 615
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Another one of those endless Hollywood parties that Ewan's publicist insisted he attend, since they were letting Disney court him for some new projects. Bored fucking stiff, Ewan decided it was long past time for a smoke break.
He stepped out onto a balcony hidden behind mostly-pulled curtains and relished the silence once he slid the door closed behind him. It was a narrow balcony, not really meant for people to stand on. Which made is difficult to pretend he didn't see the other man standing there. Johnny Depp.
They introduced themselves politely, mentioned a few acquaintances they had in common, but were both content with the long pauses and respected the other's desire to get away from it all.
Until Ewan discovered he didn't have any fags on him. He asked to bum one off Johnny, who only responded that he had those pretentious cigarillos. Well, pretentious if it was anyone else; for Johnny, it was just one more eccentricity. Ewan liked him, he decided; he wasn't afraid to be odd. Which made him quite odd, for Hollywood.
Still, he quirked a brow when Johnny offered him one. "Bit poncy, aren't they? Not the most manly of cigarettes," he joked, taking one.
Johnny laughed. "I'm not going for the most manly image, career-wise."
They commiserated a bit about being considered androgynous-looking, and hinted a bit, each, about the Press assuming they had a more fluid sexuality. Neither confirming or denying, just... mentioning. Also how fucking annoying Disney was, with the "morality clauses" in their contracts and how they'd both refused them.
They bonded a bit. Respected each other. Lit up and smoked in silence.
And then Johnny's fag went over the edge of the balcony.
"Fuck!"
Ewan gave him a questioning look.
"That was my last one. Actually, the one I gave you was my last one," he clarified, eyes glittering with something Ewan couldn't read.
He held out his fag. "Want it, then?"
Johnny refused, then hesitated. "Haven't had enough of a fix, to be honest. Share it with you?"
Ewan passed it over and they shared for a bit, in silence. There was something unusually intimate about the situation, alone on the balcony, hundreds of people behind them, doing something they shouldn't like naughty boys.
On the next round, Ewan took a deep drag and Johnny moved closer, ignoring the stub Ewan was holding out towards him. Ewan's eyes widened as Johnny took hold of his chin, bringing their lips together as Ewan exhaled.
Johnny's eyes closed, savoring the smoke for a long moment, before he too exhaled.
Before Ewan really knew how it had happened, they were snogging like wild things, groping hands everywhere – grasping his shoulders, pressing into his chest, clutching his waist, grabbing his arse, sliding around his thigh to stroke his cock. Legs tangled as bodies strained ever closer. They were tearing apart each others' clothes, hot and bothered and horny like teenagers, with Disney and their morality clause right fucking behind them. It was totally mad, exhilarating, and there was no fucking way Ewan was going to stop until Johnny did.
Who looked back at Ewan with a devilish grin. Ewan stifled a moan as hands ripped open his trousers and pulled out his cock while Johnny dropped to his knees.
Twenty minutes later they sauntered back to the party, Ewan's trousers sticky and in disarray, both of them with untucked shirts, used condom tossed to the same destination as Johnny's lost cigarillo. Ewan's fair skin betrayed his flush and slightly swollen lips far more than Johnny's tanned skin did. They split apart, sharing one last grin, and both made their way through the crowd, thoroughly shagged.
I don't smoke and I didn't have a beta for this, so if anyone would like to correct my smoking terminology, please let do.
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Date: 2006-06-24 08:48 am (UTC)*jibbers!*
i can't believe how fecking hot that was. well, i should know that salix's rare pairings will do that. what an original idea. i think that got my attention at first... and then it all just fell into this vortex of clothes-ripping-kissing-stroking-humping and *HUGE SMIRKS* over ewan's sticky mess. go you!!
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Date: 2006-06-24 07:56 pm (UTC)I honestly had quite a struggle with this one, getting it going. And then it hit me what randy guys they both are and it just fell into place from there. :)
I'm really pleased that you liked it - doing my part towards global warming!
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Date: 2006-06-24 01:46 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2006-06-24 07:52 pm (UTC)Always happy to keep you in a sweat! ;)
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Date: 2006-06-28 01:17 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2006-06-26 03:26 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2006-06-26 05:15 pm (UTC)And again, thank you *so* much for commenting and giving me so much support as I write these ficlets. It's really such a wonderful feeling to know people are reading and enjoying them. I relaly value the encouragment. *hug*
I can't believe I'm only half-way finished! *gets back to writing*
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