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More RPS, for those following along with the home version...

I have no idea what that means, either. But I will say this: fou? Is what my husband's grandfather (a Morrison from the Hei'lands) calls pissed drunk. And it makes me laugh. "I'm fou the noo." Hee!! I love a Scotsman when he's in his cups.


For newbies to this, here are the official deets:
Author: Stoney321
Title: No Regrets
Rating: Adult - NC-17?
Pairing: Ewan McGregor/Hayden Christensen - RPS
Disclaminer: RPS is a dream, baby. A lovely, lovely, porny dream. But not real. That I *know* of.
Summary: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction

Previously...
The original introduction to these two is here



Part Two

Hayden couldn't help but smile. Ewan was so ostentatious, and so pleased with himself, it just couldn't be helped. It was what made Hayden lose sleep at night. What made him fly from Toronto to Tokyo two days early on a whim Ewan would still be there, and not riding a rented motorcycle hundreds of miles away.

"Let me play catch-up for a minute." Hayden tilted his head to the side to let his longer hair swing in front of his eyes and hide the want there. Ewan had made it clear during their first encounter that this was just fucking - no attachments.

Easier said than done. Hayden poured a splash of the remaining whiskey into his glass, made a mock toast to the air.

"Bottoms up."

"That's pretty much what I had in mind. It is the most comfortable way, I think."

The warmth from the alcohol reached Hayden's eyes and made them water. Laughing, he took the two steps needed to reach the edge of the bed, leaned over, braced his weight on his knuckles placed at either side of Ewan's hips, and leaned in. Nose and lips touched a roughened cheek. Soft bangs, long enough to curl, tickled an ear. Ewan's smooth hand reached up and cupped his cheek, worked its way up into Hayden's hair and gave a tug. A throaty chuckle into Ewan's ear brought goose-bumps to naked arms. Hayden pulled back a bit, his hair caught and was entertwined with Ewan's for a moment, then fell across his face. His full lips were parted, flushed from kissing, his face was high with color from the drink. Ewan's breath caught in his throat for a moment - the intense desire in Hayden's eyes was overwhelming them both. Hayden dropped his face and placed a chaste kiss on the underside of Ewan's chin. He worked his way down the smooth chest with decidedly less pure actions.

Ewan let one hand remain tangled in curls, while the other fell to Hayden's strong shoulder, gentle pressure. Hayden sank completely to his knees and rocked forward and up, stroking his taut belly against Ewan's hardness, caught Ewan's lower lip in his teeth, sucked a bit, then let his forearms slide to the tops of Ewan's thighs. Hayden wet his lips and loosely dragged his mouth over Ewan's cock. A tongue, rough and hot on the upstroke, a hand clasped the base. A long, low moan spilled from Ewan's mouth, an unsure hand patted Hayden's head, then raked through brown curls, rubbing the hard bone underneath. Hayden wiggled a bit on his knees to get into better position.

The bed was too low.

"Stand up."

Ewan came back from the fog he was in. "W-what? Yeah. Sure."

Ewan stood on shaky legs and almost crashed backwards into the wall. Hayden crawled on his knees to him, reached up and behind to grip Ewan's backside and keep the drunk bastard steady. Better. Kneading hands, flexing, opening, pushing together globes of firm flesh from behind. Mouth working wetly and tightly over slick, swollen flesh in front. Ewan was moving slightly, back and forth, pushing himself deeper into Hayden's mouth. His knees were bent and canted at an angle with most of his weight supported in Hayden's strong, ropey arms. Hayden's forearms were corded with strained muscle. One hand snaked to the front, cupped the soft mound underneath and pushed upwards, bringing it into his mouth, his tongue keeping it there.

"Ah, fuck. God. So good..."

Hayden used his tongue and hand to stroke, rub, tighten. He felt Ewan tense up, felt Ewan's hand grip a bit too hard in his hair and pulled back, and kissed a trail along the sensitive skin where hip and groin meet. Hayden tossed one of Ewan's legs over his shoulder, braced Ewan with a strong hand back against the wall, and buried his face again.

"Wait - wait. You need to stop, or this will be over too quickly."

"It's okay, baby. I owe you one."

"No," Ewan pushed Hayden off, righted his leg, and grabbed Hayden under the arm to get him to stand. "No. But fuck me, did that feel good."

Ewan's hand slid down the muscled arm and pulled Hayden's hand, bringing him closer for a kiss. Ewan duck-walked them back to the edge of the bed and held Hayden's arm firm when their legs hit the bed and almost toppled them. Effortlessly, they sunk onto the bed, hands in hair, hands cupping faces, mouths nipping, biting, working each other's. At one point they had moved up towards the top of the bed. Somewhere during their touching, kissing, rubbing one another, Ewan had opened a drawer and pulled out supplies. While Hayden stretched his arms overhead, flexing his lats and arching his belly, Ewan rolled the condom on.

Ewan reached down and pulled Hayden up to sitting. He kissed the tender skin at the edge of Hayden's full mouth and whispered, "Turn over."

As Hayden turned and balanced on his knees, Ewan barely had enough time to register that the boy waxed everywhere when suddenly, Hayden leaned back, turned and reached out with his arm, and took Ewan in for another hot kiss. Hayden pushed down and around with his hips, rubbing and making his needs clear. Ewan rested his cheek on Hayden's smooth, broad back, wrapped one arm around the tight waist, took himself in hand and eased in. Hayden's head dropped forward and he let out a hiss.

Ewan threw his head back, gripped Hayden's hips, fingers tight on the sinewy muscle that criss-crossed bone. He pushed in further. Hayden reached up and braced himself against the wall, arched his body, and pushed backwards with an agonized moan. Ewan nipped at the skin between Hayden's shoulder blades, soothed it with a lick and a kiss.

"Touch me. Please, baby."

Ewan pressed his torso to the boy's back, never ceasing his slow and deliberate rocking, and reached around - one hand splayed flat against a firm belly, the other gripped low and tight against the base of Hayden's erection.

"Like this?"

Hayden tilted his head back giving Ewan access to his neck. "So warm. Oh, fuck, baby. Deeper."

Ewan moved his free hand to the small of Hayden's back and pushed forward, bending the boy over slightly. He worked himself closer on his knees and buried himself in one hard thrust. The ragged gasp that sounded gave only served to make Ewan speed up - but only while driving in. He pulled out slowly, twisting his hips around and down, then drove back in, pumping his right hand in time to his movements, making sure to twist his fist over the sensitive tip.

Hayden was grunting with the effort of holding back. He rested his head back in the crook of Ewan's neck, eyes squeezed tight, and reached up and back and tangled his hands in Ewan's hair. Ewan held on to the skin of Hayden's shoulder lightly with his teeth and sped up the pumping of his fist. Hayden climaxed into Ewan's fist with a growl and whine, then fell forward onto his hands. Ewan dug his fists into the indention at the side of Hayden's gluts and quickened his pace. Hayden pushed back to meet him and begged, "Come for me. Please, baby." Ewan gasped in time with his release, and fell to his side, spent.

Weakly, he reached up and pulled Hayden to his side, one arm draped loosely over a hip. There were tired but sated kisses to the base of Hayden's neck. When Hayden caught his breath, he rolled to his back to find Ewan on his, one arm thrown over his eyes, mouth open, breathing deeply. Asleep. Hayden lightly drew his fingers from cheek over chest, then stroked the back of his hand on the fine down of Ewan's belly and placed a tender kiss at his navel.

He stood, removed the condom with the tip of his finger, made a moue of distaste as he tossed it in the waste basket, and turned on the hot water. He ran a wash-cloth under the water, squeezed out the excess, and began cleaning Ewan while he slept. Or ... not.

A hand fell lightly over Hayden's, then tugged upwards. Hayden looked up and saw Ewan, groggy, but smiling, and pulling him up next to him on the bed.

"Come rest yer head, man. I'm a bit knackered for Geisha-play."

Hayden tossed the cloth to the floor and climbed under the sheets, helped Ewan under, and laid his head on Ewan's waiting arm.

Hayden murmured, "I'm going to fall asleep, and I sleep hard. Don't you need me to sneak out?"

Ewan nuzzled him behind the ear and sleepily replied, "Don't want you to go just yet. No one is going to be here for a few days. Shhh. I'm fou and tired, love. Shhh, so I can sleep."

Hayden fell asleep with a smile on his lips, and Ewan's hand wrapped in his.

*~*~*~*~*~*
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Back to painting. I need to write a new parody-fic. It's been so SERIOUS around these parts, lately.
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