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A Scotsman in Dublin	By : Stoeffl Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Farrell Views: 5669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Colin Farrell. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: A Scotsman in Dublin
Author: Simarillion
Pairing: CF/EM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is FICTION! Don't take this story seriously because these things never happened! I don't anything about the sex life or sexual preferences of any of the characters and don't bother to sue me because I don't have to money to pay you or a lawyer.

PART ONE

The air in the pub was heavily scented with cigarette smoke and it was hard to see further than ten feet. The loud chatting, the laughter and the music in the background blurred together to a noise of such high volume, it was almost deafening. In the back of the pub there was a TV set and a group of eight people watched the broad-casted Rugby match intently. Everything was loud and rough and ... exactly how Colin liked it. He had missed this in L.A. or wherever else he had been. Nothing could compare to Ireland. Here was where his heart belonged.

He turned from away from the screen and headed for the bar to get another refill of the best drink ever served, Guinness. The practical thing about the dark brew was that the drink was not only a drink but nutrition also. It helped you save money. The empty glass in hand, he approached the guy behind the bar.

This was another thing about Ireland, nowhere else were people as friendly and great as here. Sometimes he thought that it might be the best thing to return home and stop his career but then again he enjoyed doing his job a lot. In the end he always made the same decision, to continue what he was doing and just try to visit home as often as possible.

The guy behind the burneurned his head to Colin and raised an eyebrow in question. No words were necessary for what Colin wanted, he just held out his empty pint and took out the money to pay for it. The glass was refilled with the dark brown liquid and taking it from the guy, Colin handed the money over. Content and satisfied he took a big gulp from it and turned around to head back to his friends and the ongoing Rugby match.

He passed a table with three girls, who were giggling excited and whispered with a bad English accent. Ah, fans, tourists, or something of the like. Only now did he remember mentioning this particular pub in an interview, recommending it. Well, he should have expected his fans to show up here. Deciding to give the girls a treat he flashed a smile at them and winked at the brunette. This one wasn’t that bad-looking. The three females blushed and giggled even more, the brunette’s eyes widening slightly when she saw the wink directed at her.

It was everywhere the same, fans pining after him and hoping to get an autograph, talk to him, some even hoping to get a night with him. There were even a couple of really crazy girls and women out there, hoping he’d marry them. No thanks, to that. He had been married once and was not the slightest bit interested in repeating it any time soon. This marriage hadn’t been one of his best experiences.

The brunette got up from her chair and encouraged by her friends nervously approached Colin. In her hands she held a pen and a card. Her cheeks were bright red and Colin could see that she was breathing fast. Smiling at her he decided to make this easier for the girl. He went up to her and flashed another patented Colin Farrell™ smile. “Anything I can do for you, lass?”

A deeper shade of red and the two tries before she was able to formulate the words:” Could I get your autograph?”

Colin had to fight hard to keep from laughing. The girl’s anxiousness was just so funny. True, she was meeting a star but to Colin the whole scene seemed so hilarious. He was not nervous about meeting her. When he saw her getting uncomfortable, he decided to do her the favour and reached out for the pen and the card. His fingers brushed hers and upon that short contact she shivered, avoiding his eyes to hide her excitement. “What’s your name, luv?” He took a look at the card and saw Jim Street looking back at him.

“Heike.”

“Heike?” Seeing the nod when he glanced up, he signed the card with: ‘Heike best wishes, Colin Farrell’ and handed both, pen and autograph, back to her. He leaned in and kissed her lips lightly before retreating again. With another wink for the gaping girls still sitting at the table, he left them and rejoined his pals in front of the screen.

The first half of the match was over now and there was a ten minute break. The intermission program consisted of a group of cheerleaders dancing and of course cheering. The people in the rows were singing along or going to buy some more drinks and food or searching for a bathroom. The whole crowd like a commotion of ants.

“Missed anything of importance?” Colin took a gulp from his pint and glanced at his friend questioningly. He was glad to be able to hang out with his pals and be a normal guy every once in a while. His friends hadn’t changed when he had got famous and they treated him the same way they had before. He had heard from colleagues that they had lost their friends upon rocketing into stardom, something they were immensely saddened about. One trusted one’s friends and shared with them a special bond. So, suddenly being severed from them was in some cases like losing a limb.
“No, still the same as before.” Ruairi glanced at the girls at the table, who were watching the group of eight men anxiously. Refocusing on Colin, he asked:” Farrell-worshippers?” His voice had an amused tone.

Colin turned his head, flashed a smile and turned back to Ru. “Yea, must have read the Rolling Stones interview.” He raised the pint and took a deep gulp from the rich drink. “They already have their autograph, so I think they’ll stay away.”

Ru laughed deeply and clapped on Colin’s shoulder; shaking him and making him almost spill the beer. “Well done, Colin. But by the way they look at you, they’ll definitely try something.” He shook his head and looked back up at the screen, where everybody was getting ready for the second of of the game.

He glanced back at the three females, pondering about Ru’s comment and nursed his pint of Guinness. He dearly hoped they’d stay away from him. It wasn’t like he didn’t like his fans or was afraid of them but his friends and his job had always been separate. He wanted it to stay like that. Nothing good could come from merging them together.

Colin was about to return to looking at the TV and the Rugby match broad-casted, when he heard one of the girls squee and saw her shuffle on her chair. Her eyes were focused on the bar and her cheeks were blushing fiercely, the eyes taking on a feverish shimmer. What the....? He turned into the direction of the distraction and noticed a strawberry blonde guy standing there, talking te gue guy behind the bar, and probably ordering a drink.

The man was about the same height as Colin and he had shoulder-length hair that shimmered softly in the shady light of the smoky establishment. He wore faded jeans and a dark leather jacket. Somehow the figure, even though it had its back turned to Colin, looked familiar. The excited girl whispered to her friends and got up, clutching a pen and a serviette in her hands. Ever so slowly and cautiously, like a predator on the hunt, she neared her prey and when she was finally standing right behind him, she cleared her throat and waited expectantly.

Of course nothing happened because in the noise something quiet like a throat being cleared was much too soft to be heard. Only when the guy handing him the beer pointed at the girl standing behind him, did the red-gold head turn and a bearded face with sparkling green-blue eyes was revealed.

Colin held his breath, taking the bright beauty of the man in. In his mind something screamed to walk over there and stare at him adoringly like the girl was doing now. The familiar stranger turned fully to his fan and took the writing utensils from her, talking to her, probably asking her name. Colin couldn’t hear his voice over the racket of the customers and the TV and the music but he was sure it would be a rich velvety voice, wrapping itself around Colin and making him ache for more.

The fan was almost crying when the beautiful apparition at the bar handed her the autograph. Over-happy and with a blissful smile on her face she swooned back to her friends and plopped heavily onto her chair.

The enticing eyes followed her but turned away once it was sure that she had made it back safely, meeting Colin’s for a second. The green-blues returned to his stare and locked their eyes. The gorgeous creature was so familiar and once Colin took a closer look at the face again, he recognised the ‘stranger’. It was the bloody Scot, Ewan McGregor.

Now, it was not that Colin was gay but when preparing his role as Alexander in Oliver Stone’s film, he had learned to be comfortable about feeling attracted to another male. His character’s biggest love had been his best friend after all. During the shoot he had talked with a lot of people, with Angelina most of all, about the different view of life their characters had had and he had realised that the reeasoeason why he hadn’t had a male lover yet, was that he had been afraid.

It was not a Farrell trait to be afraid and so Colin had decided to act upon any feelings of attraction he might feel for a man in the future. Until now, nothing had happened but tonightfeltfelt a craving so strong, he thought it might drive him mad. He desperately longed to touch Ewan, run his fingers through the silky gold strands of his hair, stroke the laugh lines at the corner of Ewan’s eyes, cover his face with kisses and crush the delicious body against his own. This desire was stronger than anything he had ever felt before.

The very person Colin was fantasising about, left the bar and approached him. The jeans clad hips swayed towards him, the faded denim fitting smugly the strong legs. Under the leather jacket, Ewan wore a crème coloured woollen turtleneck pullover and wiveryvery step closer to Colin, Colin’s vision turned lighter and lighter, until the light colour stopped in front of him.

Fighting hard against the lump that suddenly had formed in his throat, Colin forced himself to look up into the gorgeous green-blue of Ewan’s eyes. It was like staring at the sea, happiness and mirth glittering in these depths like the sun on the waves. Colin felt like drowning in these orbs.

“Colin Farrell, right?” Ewan held out his hand to him and Colin composed himself as well as possible. He didn’t want to look like a fool upon their first meeting.

“That’s right, mate. How about yourself?” Colin did the only thing that came to his wrecked mind; he flashed his Colin Farrell™ smile at Ewan.

“Well, make a guess.” The sea sparkled once more in the sun and an amused smile made Colin’s heart flutter.

“The beard gives you away. Only Jedis wear something horrendous like that.” The beard didn’t look horrible though. “Am I right, Master Kenobi?”

Ewan laughed and it was like the whole room was filled with golden light. “That you are.”

Looking up at the TV screen, Ewan gave Colin the chance to study his face closer. It was a very beautiful face but so was the whole person. “What takes you to Dublin? The last news I got was that Star Wars was being shot in Australia. Already finished then?”

“Not really, but there is a short break because of some troubles with ILM and George told us to take the next two weeks off.” Ewan shrugged and raised his glass to drink some more.

“That still doesn’t explain why you are here and not in London. Why didn’t you visit your wife and your children? Your family will surely miss you.”

Another shrug and green-blue glanced at mocha. “I never told them I had off time, needed some time for myself.” He drained the pint and looked from the empty glass to the bar. “I think I’ll get myself a refill.” Turning his head he grinned at Colin and raised and eyebrow. “Care to join me?”

The devil himself couldn’t tempt him more than the Scot. Of course he wanted to but his mouth was as like a desert and the only thing he was able to do was nod. Speechless he followed Ewan to the bar, all the time watching the lithe and graceful body move. Never before had Colin thought another person’s movements to be entrancing but he now found his eyes glued to Ewan’s form. What was the Scot doing to him?

“This round’s on me.” Ewan waved the guy behind the bar over and ordered two new pints of beer.

Colin downed the rest of the now warm Guinness in his pint and put the empty glass on the counter. “Thanks mate. The next is on me then.” He couldn’t help holding his breath and waiting for Ewan’s reply. Would the other want to stay? He looked at the wall behind the bar, avoiding to lock eyes with Ewan and reveal the hope in them.

“Sure thing.” Ewan’s answer was so sure and uttered with such confidence that Colin couldn’t help but sigh relieved.

If Ewan heard it, he decided not to comment on it, paying the two drinks and handing one to Colin and took a gulp from his own. “So, what takes you home? Finished shooting?” The green-blue eyes watched his face intently. He fought hard the nervousness and the fluttery feeling in his stomach. “Yea, I have a short break before the next project starts. Since I have more than enough excitement at work, I love coming home to Ireland once work is done. I need the time with my family and friends, balances all the star stuff I usually have.”

“That’s right.” The strawberry blonde smiled at Colin and nodded into the direction of the fangirl table. “But it seems like the two start to blend together.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Colin’s eyes darkened and he fell silent, nursing his beer.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to upset you.” Ewan reached out to Colin, stopping though before he placed his hand on the other’s arm. He glanced at the three females, who watched the interaction between the two stars closely. Better not to behave wrongly in front of the fans. Rumours started too easily as it was.

Colin noticed the stopped try to give comfort and he felt his heart constrict. It hurt that the comfort hadn’t been given; and even though he knew the reason of the retreat, it still hurt.

The sudden flash of disappointment and pain over Colin’s face hadn’t gone unnoticed. Setting the pint on the counter, Ewan took Colin’s glass out of his hand and took his hand, drag thg the sad Irish to the exit, “Come on, let’s head somewhere else.”

“But ...” Colin craned his head to look at his friends, who were still watching the mach on TV. Ruairi met Colin’s eyes, having watched the whole interaction between the two actors, and nodded his consent, dismissing his friend. He smiled gratefully at Ru and turned back to Ewan. “Let’s go.” Ewan’s hand holding his own, filled him with warmth. He followed the Scot out of the loud and smoky establishment, inhaling deeply the fresh and cool air. “Fuck, I can breathe again.” He stopped, reached into his jeans pocket and dug his cigarettes and the light out. Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep drag, filling his lungs with the aromatic smoke.

“Enjoying the fresh air?” Ewan laughed heartily and watched Colin.

Colin grinned cheekily: “Fuck, yea.” He took another drag and thought about where to go with Ewan. They could go to another pub or bar but the risk of some fan or journalist to find them was always there. The safest thing was also the one he wished the most to happen. But did he dare to ask and offer? “How about we go to my place? Less chance to meet unwanted people.”

The Scot thought about it for a second before he nodded. “Lead the way then.” He followed Colin down the street and through the town. The night was rather quiet but one could see the lights from inside the houses and pubs, see the people inside having fun. The fresh air cleared Colin’s head as they walked together through the streets and he suddenly realised what was happening here. He took Ewan home with him. The sudden truth made him nervous. What would happen? What did all of this mean to the Scot?

“What’s it like living here?” The silence was starting to weigh heavily on them.

“It’s the best I can imagine. Maybe I am biased,” Colin twinkled at Ewan, “but there’s nowhere I’d rather live. Ireland is home for me. It’s in my blood.” The love for his country shining in his eyes. This was something he never got tired talking about. The only other topic that was as dear to his heart as Ireland was his family. WellWell, I still have eleven more days to spend. How about I take you as my private tour guide?”

These words made Colin’s heart flutter and he smiled tentatively. “I would be honoured.”

“Great!” Ewan shrugged his hands into the pockets of his jeans and grinned happily.

He couldn’t help himself but he felt all giddy. Ewan wanted to come with him and the Scot wanted to spend more time with him. Was he interested in Colin too? But Ewan was married and had two children. He wouldn’t start an affair. Was he even interested in men? Would he risk losing his children and family for some meaningless affair with a man? For Colin? What was he to think about all of this? These questions made his head spin and it got harder and harder to concentrate.

“Um, where are we going? Where do you live?” Ewan stopped and looked around, seeing all the office buildings. This didn’t look like an area where somebody would live. Had they got lost? “Colin?”
Colin looked up, pushing the confusing thoughts aside and blinked. What ....? How could he have got lost? In Dublin! He knew every street by heart and still he had got lost. “Fuck! Sorry, mate. I was so deep in thoughts, I didn’t pay attention. We have to go back to Marlborough Street and turn right there. I am really sorry about that.” He made to walk back into the direction they had been coming from, when a hand grabbed him by his arm and stopped him. With his heart beating wildly, Colin turned to Ewan.

“Colin, why are you so nervous around me?” The strawberry blonde pulled the Irish closer and tried to look him in the eye, which Colin avoided by constantly looking somewhere else. The hand let go of his arm but before he got the chance to step away, flee, two hands cupped his face, making him look Ewan in his eyes. “Colin?”

The sarcastic remark he came up with got stuck in his throat as the thumb started to stroke his cheek, the air between them getting heavier and heavier. “Don’t ....”

Ewan took a step closer to the transfixed Irish. “Don’t, what?” Another step and another one, the distance between them decreasing constantly. The grip on his face got firmer and the green-blue hypnotised Colin to stillness. When they were so close that tips ips of their noses were almost touching, Ewan asked: “Don’t do this?” With these words the Scot leaned in and pressed his lips to Colin’s, silencing the complaint the Irish had wanted to u.
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Colin thought he was dreaming. It just couldn’t be true. Ewan McGregor was kissing him? Impossible! But the pressure against his lips increased and a tongue traced his upper lip and then his lower lip was nibbled on. A longing sigh escaped him and his traitorous arms wrapped themselves around Ewan, clinging to him.

Never had it happened before that a kiss had shaken him to the core. Kissing a man was so different from kissing a woman. It was true that women were great but men; or rather this particular man was way out of their league.

A woman’s kiss was, however rough it got, always soft. Their bodies were completely different to hold than a man’s. Of course they were. Comparing the shape of the male and the female body, a woman’s body was much frailer and more fragile than a man’s. This softness clung to everything women did, even to sex. So if Colin had to compare Ewan’s kiss to the kisses Colin had shared with the many women he had had and if he was supposed to describe it, then the only word that came to his mind was animalistic. Kissing a man was like being in a hurricane, it sent shivers down his spine and turned his blood into molten lava. This kiss was like a force of nature.

Ewan’s tongue had nudged Colin’s lips apart and slithered inside, ravaging the helpless man. It was impossible for Colin to do anything but try to meet the Scot with the same intensity as he was assaulted with, taking as much as was taken from him.

Colin’s hands fell from the Scot’s shoulders and landed directly on Ewan’s ass, grabbing again for hold and grinding himself hard against the hard hot body. His excitement increased with every passing second and his blood was pounding in his ears, the scorching heat of desire making him burn. He wanted so much, more than he had ever wanted before in his life. Right now, his tongue sliding against and tangling with Ewan’s, their kiss-swollen lips pressing together, the Scot’s hot body flushed against his, their restrained erections rubbing together and Colin’s hands squeezing Ewan’s firm buttocks, Colin was filled with want and longing. The only thing that mattered now was to take what was being offered and to give what was being asked for.

The strawberry blonde broke their kiss, leaning slightly back and staring into Colin’s eyes with a passion hazed expression. The arousing pink tongue flicked out and licked over sensitive lips, tasting Colin on them and eliciting a desirous groan from the Irish.

Colin’s voice was heavy and hoarse when he was finally able to utter the words: “Let’s move this to my place.” He needed to be home right now or else he would die. The Scot had turned him on and now he needed to ..... “God, Ewan!” Ewan’s hand had unbuttoned Colin’s jeans with quick fingers and was now disappearing inside Colin’s shorts, crawling closer to his hot pulsating erection. The cool fingers closed around the hard flesh and squeezed teasingly. “.... Stop ....” Once the hand started pumping, all reason fled Colin’s brain and it turned to mush.

“Stop what?” purred the velvety voice into Colin’s ear and the tongue flicked out again, licking the shell up and then down again, nibbling along the wayachiaching the fleshy lobe, Ewan sucked it into his mouth.

Colin groaned but bit his lower lip at once, trying to muffle his lust filled begs. When the Scot’s thumb rubbed over the pre-come leaking head of his erection, he couldn’t hold back any longer, “Ewan!” His fingers clawed at Ewan’s buttocks and Colin started thrusting into the strong hand pumping his cock. His head felt light and it was as if he was flying. Higher and higher. Being wrapped in the warmth and brightness that was Ewan. Colin was Ikarus and Ewan was his sun. If he got any closer to him, he would fall and he would fall hard. Realising this, Colin also realised that his flight was already on a descending course. The fall had already begun. It was too late for him. The sun was too beautiful not to risk it.

Being hit by this realisation, Colin was finally able to regain at least the tiniest shreds of his composure and he slid his own hands into his shorts, stopping Ewan’s torturous pleasuring and panted: “Please, Ewan. Not here. Please.” He didn’t want this to happen on the street but between his sheets, in his bed. He wanted to enjoy and treasure all of it.
The Scot gave Colin’s throbbing memberast ast squeeze before he let go and pulled his hand out again. “Your place.”

Colin’s whole body trembled but he forced himself to calm down. His voice was shaky and almost breaking when he answered: “This way.” Turning away from the strawberry blonde embodiment of temptation, he buttoned his jeans up again, caging his straining hard-on in the cotton and denim refines. Just as he was about to start walking, a hand landed on his arse and squeezed, stayint alt all the way to Colin’s.
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