Fic: Alone (Ewan/Eric, R, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: Alone
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salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 41. Locked Up
Word Count: 1928
Rating: R for kink
Author's Notes: Ewan’s mind wanders in the dark.
Alone
“No fucking way. Absolutely not.”
Ewan sat back on his heels and looked down at Eric, sprawled across the bed. “No?”
“Did I stutter? No.”
“All right, calm down. No need to get upset; it was just a question. I didn’t expect you’d react like that.”
Eric took a deep breath, visibly trying to compose himself. “You have your things. I have mine. Being locked up is one of them.”
“You know I’d let you out, right? And that I’d make it good for you at the end?”
“You’d better,” Eric glared, making Ewan smile. “But no – it just doesn’t appeal to me at all. I don’t like to be trapped.”
A flash of some emotion stabbed into Ewan’s chest, but he decided to ignore it. “All right, yeah. No one likes to feel like they can’t escape if they need to,” he said. “I suppose.”
The look Eric gave him was penetrating. “Do you want to be locked up?”
Ewan thought about it. For maybe a second. “All right.”
“Really?” A glimmer of humor shone in Eric’s eyes.
A nonchalant shrug seemed appropriate, so Ewan gave him one. “Yeah. It’s not a big deal to me.” There might have been a slight hint of superiority in his voice.
Which was erased when Eric quickly rolled them both over, pinning Ewan underneath his bulk, easily restraining both wrists in one hand.
“So what would you do to me, then? Tie me up and throw me in a dark closet or something?”
Ewan’s exhalation left him a bit breathless. From the weight of Eric on his ribs, obviously.
“Um. Yeah, that would do for a start.”
He couldn’t quite choose whether to focus his thoughts on the image of doing that to Eric or of having Eric do it to him. His cock didn’t really seem to care either, and nudged Eric’s hip as it twitched.
“Well then,” Eric said, with that devilish sparkle that made complicated things happen inside Ewan’s guts, kind of a meltingly aroused, lovingly tender, and horny-as-all-fuck feeling. Why wasn’t there a word for that? Any rate, it didn’t matter, because Eric was still talking as he moved to pull them both off the bed.
“Go and pee while I get stuff ready.”
That was an oddly practical thing to say, which should have set off warning bells in Ewan’s head, that Eric seemed awfully prepared for this. But it didn’t because that complicated feeling was still swirling around his head, and heart maybe, and dick for sure.
When he returned, Eric had a surprising amount of gear bundled up – and was that a steering wheel lock? Without a word, he grabbed Ewan by the upper arm and all but frog-marched him into the guest bedroom. The suddenness of it all was exhilarating, and the rush of adrenaline did great things to Ewan’s libido, as always.
“Go stand in the corner,” Eric growled, dumping his armload of leather and rubber and metal on the bed.
Nose to the wall, Ewan grinned. Just a small grin, which Eric couldn’t possibly see, as he shifted his bare feet on the carpet and possibly also wiggled his arse a tiny bit. This was going to be fun.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Eric’s breath tickled his left ear.
“You are so far out of line, Ewan. Look what I have to do to you,” Eric said in a quiet growl as he quickly pulled Ewan’s arms behind his back and cuffed them together with practiced ease. “You’re so sure you’re the one in control, aren’t you? But you’re not. I’m going to lock you up and throw away the key,” he said sternly.
Eric’s fingers trailed down Ewan’s back, giving the curve of his arse a nice squeeze, then stroked down his legs, pulling his feet together as Ewan’s ankles were cuffed and bound.
He struggled, just a little. Somehow, standing, he felt a lot more immobile than he would have thought in just wrist and ankle cuffs. Unbalanced. Unsteady. He shivered and twisted around to look over his shoulder at Eric.
The grin he got back was not reassuring, especially since it disappeared quite quickly as Eric slipped a blindfold over his eyes. Ewan struggled a bit more, just to test him. It seemed very dark, with the blindfold.
“I’m not gagging you,” Eric mentioned in a casual voice. “You’re going to have to exhibit enough self control to keep your lips together unless told otherwise. Got it?”
Ewan nodded. Bobbing in the air, his cock nodded, too.
“Good.”
Suddenly, Eric’s arm wrapped around his body, lifting him up and overwhelming Ewan with vertigo. He tried not to struggle because he didn’t want Eric to drop him, but it was pretty difficult, and even more difficult to not shout or swear, the way he instinctively wanted to. He might have squeaked just a tiny bit.
Eric took a few steps and then set him down again, still standing, propped against a wall, somewhere much darker than the guest room had been.
“I’m shutting you in and locking you away,” Eric growled, in his best movie-villain voice. “If you’re good and quiet, I might let you out. If I’m still around.” Ewan could hear his smug grin.
A door closed and everything went pitch black. There was a ratcheting noise, a fumbling against the door, and the click of a lock. Ewan had no idea what Eric’d done, but it sure sounded like he was trapped, locked up and barricaded, in what he supposed must be the closet of the guest room.
He took a deep, calming breath, using logic and reason to reassure himself that there wasn’t really anything dangerous happening.
Then he heard another door close. Probably the one to the hallway.
Which meant that Eric had left him here. Left him. Alone.
Bound, blindfolded, in the dark, and locked up.
Ewan shivered as adrenaline surged through his body again.
That’s not safe, Eric! he wanted to shout. You don’t bloody leave someone all tied up.
Of course, he wasn’t gagged. He could scream for help and safeword out, he supposed. If he needed to.
Probably.
His heart thudded in his chest. Not even the kidnapping scene with Eric had made him feel this helpless. He pressed his lips together, trying not to make any noise, because somehow it would make everything much much worse if he called out and Eric didn’t come.
If he really was all alone.
He took some long, slow breaths, trying to relax and remember why this had sounded like a fun kinky sex game less than half an hour ago. He’d thought it sounded like fun to be trapped; he did like to struggle, sometimes. And he was sure Eric would reward him. If he was good.
And good meant quiet.
But wasn’t it going to be boring, standing here in a dark closet? He snorted quietly. Fat chance of that, when he was having such a difficult time just trying to stay calm.
Finally, he managed to let go of enough irrational fear that his body relaxed. He shuffled around some, maybe half an inch, and leaned more fully against the wall. The strain on his shoulders and back and the way his position scrunched his hands was pretty uncomfortable.
He listened carefully. Not a whisper of sound, not a movement of breath. Well, Ewan wasn’t sure much would be audible over his own still-somewhat ragged breathing and pounding heart.
Being locked up was a fuck of a lot more frightening than he’d thought it would be.
But he couldn’t get out of it. So. Time to think, then. What was so bloody frightening about being locked in a closet? He knew Eric would come if he yelled. Eric wasn’t that irresponsible. He trusted Eric. Completely. And even, well, felt romantic sort of feelings for him. Love. And he was pretty certain Eric loved him too.
Which made everything just thoroughly suck that they were going to be going off to their next projects in a week or so. Ewan had a little thing lined up in London, and Eric was still dithering about the scripts he’d been sent. They hadn’t talked about it at all, but they were going to have to separate.
Ewan slumped a bit more against the wall. He couldn’t do a long-distance relationship. They never worked, and an actor’s life was too unpredictable. And what did he expect anyway? That they’d both come out of the closet to the media and have some nauseating commitment ceremony or something?
He giggled for a moment, thinking about the irony of being locked in a closet, then sighed.
It was too fucking quiet outside that door. Had Eric really left him? All alone in here? His heart started to pound again. Stupid fucking Eric. Always pushing the fucking boundaries. Ewan liked to take risks, but somehow with Eric it always touched the edge of being unsafe.
Like that whole thing with the pee. Ewan hadn’t wanted to lose control and Eric had just pushed and pushed. And then switched things, all topsy-turvy. He always did that, took things one step further, outside Ewan’s carefully assessed acceptable-risk level and made Ewan feel, well, unsettled. Unbalanced. Uncertain.
All right, fine – a tiny bit afraid.
Apparently, being bound and locked up in the dark made Ewan get all reflective.
With no warning noises at all, the door suddenly opened and the radical change in light made Ewan flinch so hard he almost fell over. Warm hands caught and steadied him, holding him for just a few heartbeats longer than was strictly necessary.
“All right?” Eric whispered.
Ewan nodded.
Familiar hands, stroked over his body, calming him a lot more than any stupid deep-breathing exercises ever could.
“You’re all sweaty.”
Ewan sort of shrugged a bit, as much as he was able to with his hands still bound behind him. A moment later he was blinking against the light, trying to adjust to the intensity of Eric’s gaze as the blindfold fell to the floor.
Eric hesitated. Ewan wasn’t sure what Eric had seen in his eyes, but it must not have been good. He stepped back and took a moment to look Ewan over thoroughly. Ewan realized he wasn’t hard anymore. At all. And his cold sweat was giving him goose-bumps.
“Fuck this,” Eric said, pulling Ewan forward enough to unbuckle the cuffs at his wrists, then knelt to undo the ones on his ankles. “Sorry mate, but I’m safewording this time. I don’t want to do this if you’re not enjoying it.” Eric scooped him up, hoisted Ewan over one shoulder like a fireman, and carried him back to their bedroom before he could do much other than gasp.
He was still a bit dizzy and shaky, he supposed. “I’m all right,” he said, when Eric deposited him onto their bed.
He got a very skeptical look from Eric.
Ewan shrugged and fiddled with a loose thread on the bedspread. “I guess my mind wandered a bit, there in the dark. Alone.” He hated that his voice sounded so young.
Deliberately, Eric stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, holding eye contact. Crawling on the bed, he pushed Ewan back and straddled him.
“You’re not alone.”
Ewan felt his mouth turn up tentatively, as he felt that swirl of emotion revive in his chest. He wrapped his arms around Eric’s back and pulled him down, closer.
“No,” he murmured as their lips touched, “I’m not alone anymore.”
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 41. Locked Up
Word Count: 1928
Rating: R for kink
Author's Notes: Ewan’s mind wanders in the dark.
“No fucking way. Absolutely not.”
Ewan sat back on his heels and looked down at Eric, sprawled across the bed. “No?”
“Did I stutter? No.”
“All right, calm down. No need to get upset; it was just a question. I didn’t expect you’d react like that.”
Eric took a deep breath, visibly trying to compose himself. “You have your things. I have mine. Being locked up is one of them.”
“You know I’d let you out, right? And that I’d make it good for you at the end?”
“You’d better,” Eric glared, making Ewan smile. “But no – it just doesn’t appeal to me at all. I don’t like to be trapped.”
A flash of some emotion stabbed into Ewan’s chest, but he decided to ignore it. “All right, yeah. No one likes to feel like they can’t escape if they need to,” he said. “I suppose.”
The look Eric gave him was penetrating. “Do you want to be locked up?”
Ewan thought about it. For maybe a second. “All right.”
“Really?” A glimmer of humor shone in Eric’s eyes.
A nonchalant shrug seemed appropriate, so Ewan gave him one. “Yeah. It’s not a big deal to me.” There might have been a slight hint of superiority in his voice.
Which was erased when Eric quickly rolled them both over, pinning Ewan underneath his bulk, easily restraining both wrists in one hand.
“So what would you do to me, then? Tie me up and throw me in a dark closet or something?”
Ewan’s exhalation left him a bit breathless. From the weight of Eric on his ribs, obviously.
“Um. Yeah, that would do for a start.”
He couldn’t quite choose whether to focus his thoughts on the image of doing that to Eric or of having Eric do it to him. His cock didn’t really seem to care either, and nudged Eric’s hip as it twitched.
“Well then,” Eric said, with that devilish sparkle that made complicated things happen inside Ewan’s guts, kind of a meltingly aroused, lovingly tender, and horny-as-all-fuck feeling. Why wasn’t there a word for that? Any rate, it didn’t matter, because Eric was still talking as he moved to pull them both off the bed.
“Go and pee while I get stuff ready.”
That was an oddly practical thing to say, which should have set off warning bells in Ewan’s head, that Eric seemed awfully prepared for this. But it didn’t because that complicated feeling was still swirling around his head, and heart maybe, and dick for sure.
When he returned, Eric had a surprising amount of gear bundled up – and was that a steering wheel lock? Without a word, he grabbed Ewan by the upper arm and all but frog-marched him into the guest bedroom. The suddenness of it all was exhilarating, and the rush of adrenaline did great things to Ewan’s libido, as always.
“Go stand in the corner,” Eric growled, dumping his armload of leather and rubber and metal on the bed.
Nose to the wall, Ewan grinned. Just a small grin, which Eric couldn’t possibly see, as he shifted his bare feet on the carpet and possibly also wiggled his arse a tiny bit. This was going to be fun.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Eric’s breath tickled his left ear.
“You are so far out of line, Ewan. Look what I have to do to you,” Eric said in a quiet growl as he quickly pulled Ewan’s arms behind his back and cuffed them together with practiced ease. “You’re so sure you’re the one in control, aren’t you? But you’re not. I’m going to lock you up and throw away the key,” he said sternly.
Eric’s fingers trailed down Ewan’s back, giving the curve of his arse a nice squeeze, then stroked down his legs, pulling his feet together as Ewan’s ankles were cuffed and bound.
He struggled, just a little. Somehow, standing, he felt a lot more immobile than he would have thought in just wrist and ankle cuffs. Unbalanced. Unsteady. He shivered and twisted around to look over his shoulder at Eric.
The grin he got back was not reassuring, especially since it disappeared quite quickly as Eric slipped a blindfold over his eyes. Ewan struggled a bit more, just to test him. It seemed very dark, with the blindfold.
“I’m not gagging you,” Eric mentioned in a casual voice. “You’re going to have to exhibit enough self control to keep your lips together unless told otherwise. Got it?”
Ewan nodded. Bobbing in the air, his cock nodded, too.
“Good.”
Suddenly, Eric’s arm wrapped around his body, lifting him up and overwhelming Ewan with vertigo. He tried not to struggle because he didn’t want Eric to drop him, but it was pretty difficult, and even more difficult to not shout or swear, the way he instinctively wanted to. He might have squeaked just a tiny bit.
Eric took a few steps and then set him down again, still standing, propped against a wall, somewhere much darker than the guest room had been.
“I’m shutting you in and locking you away,” Eric growled, in his best movie-villain voice. “If you’re good and quiet, I might let you out. If I’m still around.” Ewan could hear his smug grin.
A door closed and everything went pitch black. There was a ratcheting noise, a fumbling against the door, and the click of a lock. Ewan had no idea what Eric’d done, but it sure sounded like he was trapped, locked up and barricaded, in what he supposed must be the closet of the guest room.
He took a deep, calming breath, using logic and reason to reassure himself that there wasn’t really anything dangerous happening.
Then he heard another door close. Probably the one to the hallway.
Which meant that Eric had left him here. Left him. Alone.
Bound, blindfolded, in the dark, and locked up.
Ewan shivered as adrenaline surged through his body again.
That’s not safe, Eric! he wanted to shout. You don’t bloody leave someone all tied up.
Of course, he wasn’t gagged. He could scream for help and safeword out, he supposed. If he needed to.
Probably.
His heart thudded in his chest. Not even the kidnapping scene with Eric had made him feel this helpless. He pressed his lips together, trying not to make any noise, because somehow it would make everything much much worse if he called out and Eric didn’t come.
If he really was all alone.
He took some long, slow breaths, trying to relax and remember why this had sounded like a fun kinky sex game less than half an hour ago. He’d thought it sounded like fun to be trapped; he did like to struggle, sometimes. And he was sure Eric would reward him. If he was good.
And good meant quiet.
But wasn’t it going to be boring, standing here in a dark closet? He snorted quietly. Fat chance of that, when he was having such a difficult time just trying to stay calm.
Finally, he managed to let go of enough irrational fear that his body relaxed. He shuffled around some, maybe half an inch, and leaned more fully against the wall. The strain on his shoulders and back and the way his position scrunched his hands was pretty uncomfortable.
He listened carefully. Not a whisper of sound, not a movement of breath. Well, Ewan wasn’t sure much would be audible over his own still-somewhat ragged breathing and pounding heart.
Being locked up was a fuck of a lot more frightening than he’d thought it would be.
But he couldn’t get out of it. So. Time to think, then. What was so bloody frightening about being locked in a closet? He knew Eric would come if he yelled. Eric wasn’t that irresponsible. He trusted Eric. Completely. And even, well, felt romantic sort of feelings for him. Love. And he was pretty certain Eric loved him too.
Which made everything just thoroughly suck that they were going to be going off to their next projects in a week or so. Ewan had a little thing lined up in London, and Eric was still dithering about the scripts he’d been sent. They hadn’t talked about it at all, but they were going to have to separate.
Ewan slumped a bit more against the wall. He couldn’t do a long-distance relationship. They never worked, and an actor’s life was too unpredictable. And what did he expect anyway? That they’d both come out of the closet to the media and have some nauseating commitment ceremony or something?
He giggled for a moment, thinking about the irony of being locked in a closet, then sighed.
It was too fucking quiet outside that door. Had Eric really left him? All alone in here? His heart started to pound again. Stupid fucking Eric. Always pushing the fucking boundaries. Ewan liked to take risks, but somehow with Eric it always touched the edge of being unsafe.
Like that whole thing with the pee. Ewan hadn’t wanted to lose control and Eric had just pushed and pushed. And then switched things, all topsy-turvy. He always did that, took things one step further, outside Ewan’s carefully assessed acceptable-risk level and made Ewan feel, well, unsettled. Unbalanced. Uncertain.
All right, fine – a tiny bit afraid.
Apparently, being bound and locked up in the dark made Ewan get all reflective.
With no warning noises at all, the door suddenly opened and the radical change in light made Ewan flinch so hard he almost fell over. Warm hands caught and steadied him, holding him for just a few heartbeats longer than was strictly necessary.
“All right?” Eric whispered.
Ewan nodded.
Familiar hands, stroked over his body, calming him a lot more than any stupid deep-breathing exercises ever could.
“You’re all sweaty.”
Ewan sort of shrugged a bit, as much as he was able to with his hands still bound behind him. A moment later he was blinking against the light, trying to adjust to the intensity of Eric’s gaze as the blindfold fell to the floor.
Eric hesitated. Ewan wasn’t sure what Eric had seen in his eyes, but it must not have been good. He stepped back and took a moment to look Ewan over thoroughly. Ewan realized he wasn’t hard anymore. At all. And his cold sweat was giving him goose-bumps.
“Fuck this,” Eric said, pulling Ewan forward enough to unbuckle the cuffs at his wrists, then knelt to undo the ones on his ankles. “Sorry mate, but I’m safewording this time. I don’t want to do this if you’re not enjoying it.” Eric scooped him up, hoisted Ewan over one shoulder like a fireman, and carried him back to their bedroom before he could do much other than gasp.
He was still a bit dizzy and shaky, he supposed. “I’m all right,” he said, when Eric deposited him onto their bed.
He got a very skeptical look from Eric.
Ewan shrugged and fiddled with a loose thread on the bedspread. “I guess my mind wandered a bit, there in the dark. Alone.” He hated that his voice sounded so young.
Deliberately, Eric stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, holding eye contact. Crawling on the bed, he pushed Ewan back and straddled him.
“You’re not alone.”
Ewan felt his mouth turn up tentatively, as he felt that swirl of emotion revive in his chest. He wrapped his arms around Eric’s back and pulled him down, closer.
“No,” he murmured as their lips touched, “I’m not alone anymore.”
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:16 pm (UTC)Hmmm...when you're finished with the boys, Sal...can you send them round to my place? ;)
Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:13 am (UTC)Finished? With Ewan and Eric? Never!
I might send them over for a visit, though. If you're good. And write me fic with them. *g*
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:19 pm (UTC)OMG!!! That just wanted me to cuddle Ewan and hold him tight and kiss Eric for being..., well, Eric in that lovely, protecting way! Brilliant chapter!
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-13 03:17 am (UTC)At least, that's what happened to poor Ewan. Good thing Eric was there to make it all better again. :)
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Date: 2007-09-11 05:43 pm (UTC)He pressed his lips together, trying not to make any noise, because somehow it would make everything much much worse if he called out and Eric didn’t come.
If he really was all alone.
I love this part because I can completely feel it. Better to believe that he's just messing with your head than to realize he really left.
He always did that, took things one step further, outside Ewan’s carefully assessed acceptable-risk level and made Ewan feel, well, unsettled. Unbalanced. Uncertain.
I imagine Eric feels the same about Ewan. I think that's why I like this series so much. Both of them are always "pushing" or challenging the other.
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:28 am (UTC)Eric was indeed just hovering outside the door the whole time - I'm relieved that that was so clear to the reader, since I had to leave Ewan in the dark, as it were.
I can't say anything about the final chapter without giving it away other than that I've never written a truly unhappy ending. ;)