Real People. Ewan McGregor/Hayden Christensen. 003 Ends.
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Hayden Christensen/Ewan McGregor
Prompt: 003 Ends
Word Count: 345
Rating: mild R
Summary: Hayden has a hard time adjusting to the end of the prequels.
Author's Notes: Since I plan to make "Middles" about stomachs, I was tempted to make "Ends" about butts. :D But since this is actually pretty decent, this is what you get instead.
Hayden knew it would be hard. He didn’t know it would be impossible.
He didn’t know he would spend so much time with his hands down his pants, gasping for air, desperate for that brief period after he was finished when he could finally think about something else. He didn’t know the local movie rental place would run out of copies of Moulin Rouge and Big Fish because he kept losing them, watching them and the others hungrily and then hiding them so he could forget how pathetic he was.
He didn’t know he would go as far as putting on an accent in order to pretend, when faced with recognition, that he doesn't even know who Hayden Christensen is. Just to avoid talking about Star Wars.
The phone rings and it’s Tove. The phone rings and it’s his mother. The phone rings and it’s a wrong number.
The phone rings and it’s Ewan.
“Hey,” Ewan says, even his voice sounding casual and disheveled. His voice is sitting on the couch drinking a beer and scratching its nuts.
“Hey,” Hayden says. He doesn’t say, what the hell took you so long. He doesn’t say, you bastard. He doesn’t say, I want you to fuck me until I forget I exist.
He says, “It’s weird not to be on set, isn’t it?”
“Fucking bizarre,” Ewan agrees. “So yeah, I was thinking, you want to grab a drink sometime?”
“A drink?” Hayden repeats. He wonders if Ewan is trying to say See, it’s all over now, we’re friends or Let’s get drunk and naked.
“Or two,” Ewan amends. “I mean, fuck, I miss you, Hayden. It’s been ages.”
Hayden wonders again what the code is, and if he’s supposed to know.
“Maybe,” he says. “But I’m a bit busy. You know, publicity appearances and all.”
Ewan must know he’s lying, but he says, “Alright. It was just a thought.” And then: “Well, speaking of busy, I’ve got a hair appointment in twenty minutes, so... give me a call anytime, right?”
If Hayden says anything it will be I love you. So instead, he hangs up.
Characters: Hayden Christensen/Ewan McGregor
Prompt: 003 Ends
Word Count: 345
Rating: mild R
Summary: Hayden has a hard time adjusting to the end of the prequels.
Author's Notes: Since I plan to make "Middles" about stomachs, I was tempted to make "Ends" about butts. :D But since this is actually pretty decent, this is what you get instead.
Hayden knew it would be hard. He didn’t know it would be impossible.
He didn’t know he would spend so much time with his hands down his pants, gasping for air, desperate for that brief period after he was finished when he could finally think about something else. He didn’t know the local movie rental place would run out of copies of Moulin Rouge and Big Fish because he kept losing them, watching them and the others hungrily and then hiding them so he could forget how pathetic he was.
He didn’t know he would go as far as putting on an accent in order to pretend, when faced with recognition, that he doesn't even know who Hayden Christensen is. Just to avoid talking about Star Wars.
The phone rings and it’s Tove. The phone rings and it’s his mother. The phone rings and it’s a wrong number.
The phone rings and it’s Ewan.
“Hey,” Ewan says, even his voice sounding casual and disheveled. His voice is sitting on the couch drinking a beer and scratching its nuts.
“Hey,” Hayden says. He doesn’t say, what the hell took you so long. He doesn’t say, you bastard. He doesn’t say, I want you to fuck me until I forget I exist.
He says, “It’s weird not to be on set, isn’t it?”
“Fucking bizarre,” Ewan agrees. “So yeah, I was thinking, you want to grab a drink sometime?”
“A drink?” Hayden repeats. He wonders if Ewan is trying to say See, it’s all over now, we’re friends or Let’s get drunk and naked.
“Or two,” Ewan amends. “I mean, fuck, I miss you, Hayden. It’s been ages.”
Hayden wonders again what the code is, and if he’s supposed to know.
“Maybe,” he says. “But I’m a bit busy. You know, publicity appearances and all.”
Ewan must know he’s lying, but he says, “Alright. It was just a thought.” And then: “Well, speaking of busy, I’ve got a hair appointment in twenty minutes, so... give me a call anytime, right?”
If Hayden says anything it will be I love you. So instead, he hangs up.