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The devil wears Gucci	By : Monchy Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 2070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-The devil wears Gucci
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The devil, also known as Eve, never really liked you. She didn’t tell you, of course, but you noticed it in the way she says Hayden, not quite a motherly tone, but as if saying poor innocent kid. You hate being called a kid. It’s not as if you like her anyway, she’s French after all, and French people scare you. She wears Gucci a lot, too, and you hate Gucci. Every time you see her wearing those watches with big gs on them, smiling as if she knew something you don’t and saying Hayden like *that*, you just feel like punching her. Hard. There is also the way in which she clings to Ewan’s arm, reminding everybody that he is hers. Bitch. Besides, she always half looks half glares at you when you talk, trying to make you feel inferior. She doesn’t like you, at all. You once asked Ewan about it and he told you that she thinks you’re too pretty. Come on, pretty? Not a very accurate word for a straight guy, right? Right? Ok… so maybe you are fucking pretty, but you don’t like *her* saying it.
As any respectable evil character, Eve has a minion. All bad guys have someone, right? Like Sith, you know, master and apprentice. Or like Batman, there are always two bad guys. Dragon Ball people usually have some kind of backup, too. Even Voldemort has his Death Eater army. So Eve has a minion. The minion, also known as Jude, never really liked you. He is a lot more subtle than her, he is British after all. British people scare you. You wonder in what kind of fucked up world the wife finds an ally in the fuck buddy, but people around Ewan tend to be weird, anyway. Jude loves Gucci shoes, and you always tell yourself that they are fucking rich, the least thing they could do was wear Armani, right?
This is the point when you look down at yourself, wearing a pair of faded jeans, trainers, and that old black t-shirt your mother got you at one of those cheap good places that only mothers know about. You feel a bit vulnerable, wearing those clothes and with Jude and Eve looking expectantly at you, both with evil smirks on their pretty faces. Jude is fucking pretty too, why is he bucking *her* up and not *you*?
The situation began in a pretty innocent way. You were sleeping peacefully on your comfy bed when someone knocked at your door. You opened without asking, still half asleep, only to find a very excited Scotsman telling you that you hadn’t called him in months and what kind of friend are you, Hayden? You were going to apologize when Ewan laughed, and then you were being hugged and kissed. Then he started talking about you two going out, and getting dressed, and being sorry about Jude and Eve being there, but they just wanted to see you (*bastards*) and that you should move on because you had a lot of catching up to do and love, you really should get rid of those sweat pants already, they look much too old to be on such pretty legs. Ewan always overwhelms you with too much information in too short time. Who is that excited in the morning, anyway?
You complained about Jude and Eve a bit, saying you could just stay in your apartment and ask for Chinese, but then Ewan smiled. Ewan fucking smiled. You swear that if he asked you to jump of a cliff while smiling you would do it. So you got dressed and followed him to this rental place he had with Jude and Charlie (*you do remember Charlie, don’t you, love?*) and you thought that, at least, you would have some backup. Of course, Charlie wasn’t home, just the devil and her minion.
The afternoon didn’t go all that bad, since Ewan was there and well, he is Ewan and you love everything Ewan says or does, in a very straight kind of way, of course. But then he decided he had to look for some pictures he has of the two of you on set, just to remember the good old times, you know, and he disappears on the second floor. A thick silence installed between the three of you, broken only by Ewan’s voice cursing loudly. It was Jude who started the conversation. Pretty innocent, actually, just some useless rambling about tabloids and paparazzi and stupid rumors. It was Eve who started the whole thing. Crazy bitch.

"I’ve read something about you being gay, *Hayden*", that tone, *poor innocent kid*, and you have to dig your nails on the couch not to punch her
"Yeah, there’s been a lot of that lately", you try to be nice and polite, not saying much, just what’s necessary, "but I don’t really care"
"Then that’s because you are, little darling", fuck, fuck, fuck you Jude!
"I don’t think so", nice and calm, don’t swear, you never swear in public, unless your public is Ewan because you are very much yourself when you’re with him
"Prove it", it’s Jude who talks now. It’s always the same, you think, she starts, then he follows up while she smiles and laughs. *God*, you hate them, or maybe just Eve, Jude is nice when alone. Besides, he has great eyes
"How?", you decide to humor him a little, what would be the worst thing that could happen?
"Kiss a man, love", and now Eve is laughing and you hate when Jude calls you love because that’s how Ewan calls you
"Isn’t that stupid? Kiss a man to prove I’m not gay?", I don’t have a thing to prove! You want to scream, but you are too focused right now on not running away
"To prove you don’t like it, *Hayden*", the fucking tone again
"You should kiss Ewan"
"Wait, what?", you sound surprised, but really, wait, what?
"You should kiss Ewan"

This is the moment where you start panicking and giving excuses because you are not kissing Ewan. But Jude keeps saying that you should, little darling, and now you want to punch him too, and you’re thinking about sticking a ball in Eve’s throat so she can’t laugh. Then Ewan comes in saying that he couldn’t find the pictures because the place is a fucking mess and he arches a brow because Eve and Jude are laughing and you’re probably blushing furiously. He asks what the hell are we on and then Eve gives Jude a fake glare and tells him to stop pressing *Hayden*, that he’s too pretty for that. And then he pats you on the head. He says *Hayden* like that, calls you pretty and treats you like a fucking dog.
So you decide to do it. Just to piss her of, really. A quick peck, that can’t hurt anybody, right? You are very much straight. You get up slowly and walk towards Ewan, who is looking at you questioningly but without erasing his wonderful smile. You enter his personal space and mutter a soft sorry before putting your lips on his. You hear Jude whistle and you decide that it’s time to separate, but Ewan wraps his arms around your waist and then your mouth is full of tongue and *oh my God*. You hold to his shoulders because you think you’re going to fall. Right now you don’t know which tongue is in which mouth, but you don’t really care because this is the most fucking sensation ever. Ewan’s lips are soft, and his tongue demanding and experience and you decide that fuck Eve and fuck Jude and fuck Gucci because Ewan fucking McGregor is kissing you and it is the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt.
It all ends up too soon, and now you’re panting while looking at a very smiley Ewan who turns around and says in his adorable Scottish accent that I told you he would do it, didn’t I? And now your mouth is hanging and you don’t know what to think, but everybody is calling you to have dinner and does anybody care that you’re about to have a heart attack? Apparently not, because the next thing you know, you’re eating this bouillabaisse (whatever the fuck that is) Eve cooked. So this was all a scheme? A joke? A test? Or did Ewan want to kiss you?
You’re fucking confused, so you excuse yourself and go outside to have a smoke and *not* to think about Ewan’s ass, because you’re straight, thank you very much. When you’re putting out the rest of your cigarette with your foot, Ewan comes out, smiling, because he is always fucking smiling and starts walking toward you.

"Why does Eve annoy you so much?", he asks, getting closer, and you wonder why does he intimidate you when you’re taller *and* younger. It’s probably the whole being Ewan McGregor thing
"She doesn’t like me", you sound too whiny, but Ewan is now on your personal space, pressing himself fully against your body and you’re having a hard time concentrating
"That’s because I like you, love", and now his lips are on your neck and you’ve definitely loosen concentration. His hands are on you chest, going to your stomach and raising your t-shirt to touch skin, "I like this shirt, too, where did you get it?"
"M-My mum bought it", you swallow hard because he is laughing and then you put your arms around his shoulders trying not to fall
"You are so cute, Hayden", and you love the way your name sounds coming from his lips
"If you call me pretty, I’ll be forced to punch you", you close your eyes and let go, because you’re on Ewan’s arms, and he wouldn’t harm you
"But you *are* pretty, love", you decide not to punch him when his lips find you ear and start nibbling

You decide that that’s enough teasing and search for his lips, finding them with yours. It’s all a fucking whirlwind of emotion and pleasure and softness and *God* kissing Ewan McGregor. You think that you are going to have to leave the being straight thing, because if this is being gay, then you fucking are. You hold on harder to Ewan, who’s starting to move his hands to amazing places on your body. As a matter of fact, you don’t know exactly at which point he opened your zipper and wrapped his hand around your erection. You didn’t even know you had a fucking hard on. But you clearly do and Ewan is creating this amazing rhythm with that wicked hand of his. You decide to reciprocate, because now that you’re being gay, you better go the whole way, so you find his oh so famous member (so curious you have this problem with using the word cock when Ewan himself adores it) and copy his rhythm. He separates from your lips and buries his head on the crook of your neck and he is swearing and half crying your name and, aren’t Eve and Jude inside the house? You just thought aloud, and Ewan laughs and says you’re adorable and yeah, fuck Eve and fuck Jude, let them fucking hear you screaming Ewan’s name. You come hard all over Ewan’s hand and he comes seconds later and *oh my God* this was the most erotic experience you’ve had and if you interpret Ewan’s smile right it’s only going to be the first. You stay hugged while trying to recover your breaths and you ask him about the whole kissing thing and he tells you it was Eve and Jude’s idea. Ha! And they thought they could embarrass you.
You’ll have to remember to thank Eve later. And Jude, too. Maybe even Gucci.

FIN.
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