Hopefully last post of the day/night.
Fic: Not In Love
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Angsty. Denial!issues. Sadly not as smutty as I had hoped.
Pairings: Stuart Townsend/Shane West
Summary: Shane's not in love with Stuart.
Shane’s not in love with Stuart. This is what he has told himself every night since he arrived in Prague and met Stuart, and was greeted by a straight white smile and a hearty, sincere, “Hey, I’m Stuart, nice to meet you.” It was silly then, to think that he could have fallen in love at first sight, and it’s still silly, even though he knows Stuart now and knows there’s more to Stuart than just his pleasantness and pretty smile.
He’s not in love with Stuart. This is what he has told Peta every day since she found out that Shane and Stuart were hanging out when they weren’t filming. “Don’t get me wrong, I like Stuart,” he had told her amidst a perfectly arched eyebrow and a disbelieving gleam in her eyes. “But I’m not in love with him.”
“Alright, Shane,” she had simply said, walking away and making no attempt to hide the smirk on her face when Stuart came over and ruffled Shane’s wig. Peta was incredibly silly to think he was in love with Stuart, even though Shane can’t stop smiling every time Stuart tells one of his “You know you’re from Dublin when…” jokes and stands far closer to Shane than everyone else does.
He loves hanging out with Stuart, but that doesn’t mean that Stuart’s the sunshine of his world or anything stupidly romantic like that. Sure, he talks to Stuart more than he does the other members of the cast. And yeah, he likes making Stuart smile by doing nice things for him, like making Stuart’s favorite kind of toast with blackberry jelly for him when he’s too tired to cook for himself. It doesn’t mean anything. It certainly doesn’t mean that Stuart’s the love of his life or anything.
He tries to ignore the happy tilt in Stuart’s voice when he says, “I found this great little French restaurant, come with me!” He gets embarrassed when he realizes he’s blushing every time Stuart tells him that the shirt he’s wearing looks great on him. He tells Tony off when he asks Shane when the wedding will be.
“We’re just friends!” Shane spits out, grabbing Tony up the lapels of his jacket.
“Sure you are.” He removes Shane’s hands from his jacket and just smirks. “Maybe you ought to remind Stuart of that.”
He feels like an asshole the next day when he tells Stuart that maybe he shouldn’t be so forthcoming with the other members of the cast about all the places they go to and all the restaurants they eat at. He especially feels low when he sees the hurt in Stuart’s eyes, as if he’s silently wondering if Shane’s embarrassed by the depth of their friendship. Which Shane’s not, it doesn’t bother him how close they’ve become, but others are starting to get the wrong impression. They’re not dating. They’re not a couple. They’re just friends.
They’re not in love.
And it’s just a silly phase, really, putting pictures up in his hotel room. He’s just trying to combat his homesickness. And really, there’s no reason why he can’t put up pictures of him and Stuart, walking on the streets, Stuart standing next to old pieces of architecture, of Stuart making goofy faces while he’s in makeup, of the two of them leaning into each other and smiling like they mean it while waiting for the next take. It’s not like it means anything more. He has pictures up of his other friends, too. There’s just more pictures of Stuart because Stuart’s there.
This is what he wants to tell Sean, who comes up to him one day with a seriousness that Shane somehow senses is sincere, and says, “Denial never did anybody any good, West.”
“Excuse me?”
Sean points over at Stuart, who’s getting fussed over by the wardrobe girl, and his eyes twinkle as his face crinkles up into a smile. Shane looks at Sean, and his heart drops as Sean doesn’t smirk, but sighs sadly. “You have a good thing, a great thing. Don’t ruin it by lying to yourself.”
Sean walks away and Shane has to close his eyes, because. He’s not denying anything. And he’s certainly not lying to himself. Stuart comes back over and puts a hand on Shane’s shoulder blade, eyes wide and sparkling, as he asks, “Wanna get a bite later?” with a slight Irish twain he’d be embarrassed about if he knew it was obvious.
Shane, of course, doesn’t say no, and feels like his heart’s going to burst as Stuart smiles and puts his hands on Shane’s arms, in a slight but warm hug. But it’s not like it means anything.
Shane’s not in love.
He’s certainly not in love with Stuart.
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Angsty. Denial!issues. Sadly not as smutty as I had hoped.
Pairings: Stuart Townsend/Shane West
Summary: Shane's not in love with Stuart.
Shane’s not in love with Stuart. This is what he has told himself every night since he arrived in Prague and met Stuart, and was greeted by a straight white smile and a hearty, sincere, “Hey, I’m Stuart, nice to meet you.” It was silly then, to think that he could have fallen in love at first sight, and it’s still silly, even though he knows Stuart now and knows there’s more to Stuart than just his pleasantness and pretty smile.
He’s not in love with Stuart. This is what he has told Peta every day since she found out that Shane and Stuart were hanging out when they weren’t filming. “Don’t get me wrong, I like Stuart,” he had told her amidst a perfectly arched eyebrow and a disbelieving gleam in her eyes. “But I’m not in love with him.”
“Alright, Shane,” she had simply said, walking away and making no attempt to hide the smirk on her face when Stuart came over and ruffled Shane’s wig. Peta was incredibly silly to think he was in love with Stuart, even though Shane can’t stop smiling every time Stuart tells one of his “You know you’re from Dublin when…” jokes and stands far closer to Shane than everyone else does.
He loves hanging out with Stuart, but that doesn’t mean that Stuart’s the sunshine of his world or anything stupidly romantic like that. Sure, he talks to Stuart more than he does the other members of the cast. And yeah, he likes making Stuart smile by doing nice things for him, like making Stuart’s favorite kind of toast with blackberry jelly for him when he’s too tired to cook for himself. It doesn’t mean anything. It certainly doesn’t mean that Stuart’s the love of his life or anything.
He tries to ignore the happy tilt in Stuart’s voice when he says, “I found this great little French restaurant, come with me!” He gets embarrassed when he realizes he’s blushing every time Stuart tells him that the shirt he’s wearing looks great on him. He tells Tony off when he asks Shane when the wedding will be.
“We’re just friends!” Shane spits out, grabbing Tony up the lapels of his jacket.
“Sure you are.” He removes Shane’s hands from his jacket and just smirks. “Maybe you ought to remind Stuart of that.”
He feels like an asshole the next day when he tells Stuart that maybe he shouldn’t be so forthcoming with the other members of the cast about all the places they go to and all the restaurants they eat at. He especially feels low when he sees the hurt in Stuart’s eyes, as if he’s silently wondering if Shane’s embarrassed by the depth of their friendship. Which Shane’s not, it doesn’t bother him how close they’ve become, but others are starting to get the wrong impression. They’re not dating. They’re not a couple. They’re just friends.
They’re not in love.
And it’s just a silly phase, really, putting pictures up in his hotel room. He’s just trying to combat his homesickness. And really, there’s no reason why he can’t put up pictures of him and Stuart, walking on the streets, Stuart standing next to old pieces of architecture, of Stuart making goofy faces while he’s in makeup, of the two of them leaning into each other and smiling like they mean it while waiting for the next take. It’s not like it means anything more. He has pictures up of his other friends, too. There’s just more pictures of Stuart because Stuart’s there.
This is what he wants to tell Sean, who comes up to him one day with a seriousness that Shane somehow senses is sincere, and says, “Denial never did anybody any good, West.”
“Excuse me?”
Sean points over at Stuart, who’s getting fussed over by the wardrobe girl, and his eyes twinkle as his face crinkles up into a smile. Shane looks at Sean, and his heart drops as Sean doesn’t smirk, but sighs sadly. “You have a good thing, a great thing. Don’t ruin it by lying to yourself.”
Sean walks away and Shane has to close his eyes, because. He’s not denying anything. And he’s certainly not lying to himself. Stuart comes back over and puts a hand on Shane’s shoulder blade, eyes wide and sparkling, as he asks, “Wanna get a bite later?” with a slight Irish twain he’d be embarrassed about if he knew it was obvious.
Shane, of course, doesn’t say no, and feels like his heart’s going to burst as Stuart smiles and puts his hands on Shane’s arms, in a slight but warm hug. But it’s not like it means anything.
Shane’s not in love.
He’s certainly not in love with Stuart.