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Put Out the Fire	By : jennigirl Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 1562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Put Out the Fire

"I can't do it," Hayden said while pacing the room, fighting back a new wave of nausea.

"What do you mean, 'can't', Hayden?" Ewan exclaimed. Ewan was not sure what else to say, really. Here was mister big actor, Lord Vader himself, saying that he couldn’t do the scene. And not just any scene, but the pivotal scene in the movie. Hayden refused to shoot the scene on Mustafar where Anakin gets his limbs lopped off and catches fire. They had been practicing it for weeks; it was damn near perfection, and now this? It was getting harder to hide his annoyance at the situation.

"C'mon man, what the hell is wrong with you?" Ewan finally asked.

Hayden's back was to him as he answered, "I...I'm afraid of fire."

Ewan almost laughed at that one. "Afraid of fire? Give me a fucking break man. You are not burning, Hayden, Anakin is. You know, Anakin Skywalker, the guy that becomes the badass Darth Vader. Doubt he's afraid of fire."

Hayden stood silent.

"Hayden? Come on, snap out of it..." Ewan started to say something else, but stopped when Hayden finally turned to face him. The young man looked simply terrified, and Ewan swore he could see a tear in his eye.

"Holy shit, Hayden, I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt so strongly about this," Ewan said, feeling like an ass.

"I've been having dreams. No, not dreams, nightmares. I dream that I am on Mustafar, not Anakin. You leave me there to die; not Obi-Wan, you. I become engulfed by the flames and I wake up just when the pain is about to overtake me." Hayden was staring at the floor now, looking rather embarrassed..

Ewan tried to think of something to say to comfort him, but came up with nothing. He felt a bit uncomfortable as he realized that perhaps he was partly to blame for the nightmares.

I leave him there to die. Not Obi-Wan, me.

He’d known that this would eventually come up. Though the two of them had never actually discussed it, they were both fully aware of what was going on between them, as probably everyone else was as well.

"Hayden, we need to talk," Ewan started to say, but Hayden cut him off sharply.

"I don't want to talk, not to you. Not to anyone." With that, Hayden stormed off, stopping briefly at the door to speak to an assistant on the way out.

Within a few minutes, Ewan received a phone call from George. Something about Hayden not feeling well and could Ewan please go see if he is okay?

"Well we can't go pissing off the director, now can we?" Ewan said aloud to himself as he headed out the door.

Stupid, McGregor.

Stupid, yes, but it just might help. He should have had this talk with Hayden a long time ago.

I've got something that could help both of us.

"Start thinking with your other head there, buddy," he said aloud, again to nobody. "Great, now I am talking to my fucking self. This boy is going to be the death of me!"

He headed straight for Hayden's trailer. He tried to walk right in, but the door was locked. The door was never locked. He walked around to the window and tried to peek in. Nothing. Though he was sure Hayden would not let him in right now, he knocked on the door anyway. Still nothing.

"Hayden? Come on, let me in. I know I am the last person you want to see right now. I...we...I'm here to help." The door unlocked.

Ewan let himself in to find a very drunk, half-naked Hayden.

Now this will be somewhat of a distraction.

"Umm, I see you've found your own answer to this problem of yours," Ewan said while eyeing the gorgeous, shirtless young man. And were his pants unbuttoned? He looked around the messy trailer. At least six or seven beer cans were strewn around about the living room, and there was some sort of girlie magazine lying on the floor.

That explains the flush look. Does he always have those red lips? Not now, McGregor, not now!

"Listen, Hayden, I didn't mean to interrupt, um, whatever it is that you were doing. George is worried about you, and I am too.” Ewan looked over at where Hayden had plopped himself down. He was now sitting in front of the TV with his hand down the front of his too tight jeans. Maybe now wasn’t the right time to do this.

"I'm going to go, man. I just came by to make sure you were okay. Sleep it off tonight and come see me in the morning when you’re feeling better, confident that he would indeed sleep it off. He took one more slightly voyeuristic look at an almost passed out Hayden. As for Ewan, he was going to go and let of some steam. The sight of Hayden drunk and oh-so-sexy had driven him nearly mad.

Ewan fell asleep with Hayden on his mind. The fact that he was hardly in the door before jerking off over him may have had something to do with it. That, or the worry he had over the boy; worry that he tried to put out of his mind, even as his cell rang around midnight.

“Hello?” He answered, trying to pretend he didn’t know it was Hayden.

Nothing.

“Hayden? Is that you, listen, just go back to bed okay?”

“Ew-Ewan?” came a scared, small voice from the other end. “Can you come over here? I didn’t…I mean, I don’t know…”

“Right there, luv,” he said as he hung up and quickly got dressed.

Luv? Where the hell did that come from?

He headed for Hayden’s trailer.

The door was open when he arrived, and he found Hayden sitting on the bathroom floor with his knees up to his chin, shivering and crying. Ewan’s first instinct was to scoop him up and hug him, but he instead got down on his knees and took Hayden’s hands in his own.

“Hayden, it’s me. I’m here. Are you okay? How much did you have to drink?”

Hayden continued to stare at floor, shivering and rocking back and forth. Ewan was unsure of what to do. He had always been the person on the other end of this type of situation. He thought it best to try and get Hayden into bed. He thought for a moment that maybe he should call someone, but he wasn‘t sure who he could call. He didn’t want to get Hayden in trouble. Neither of them needed the wrath of George right now, not when they were so close to being done.

He picked Hayden up and carried him to the small bedroom. Ewan took off the rest of Hayden’s clothes and put him into bed while he tried to clear his mind of all its impure thoughts. He had just started to settle in for a long night when he heard a sudden, piercing scream.

There it was; Hayden was having that nightmare.

“It burns! I’m burning! Help me!” Hayden was still screaming.

Ewan panicked for just a moment. He knew that it was likely that Hayden was hallucinating; he never was much of a drinker and this had just pushed him over the edge. He was seeing the nightmare as if it were real. He felt much like Obi-Wan as he tried to center himself. Where was that damn Force when you need it?

He had an idea. He ran to the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the shower. He ran back into the bedroom and tackled Hayden. He put up quite the fight, all the while screaming about the fire and the pain. Finally, Ewan threw him over his shoulder and carried him to the bathroom. He pushed Hayden in under the cold water and tried to calm him down.

“Hayden? Hayden?!” Ewan asked again and again. “Anakin?”

“Obi-Wan? I mean, Ewan?” Hayden asked.

“I’m here. You’re okay. Are you okay?” Ewan let out a deep breath.

“I’m…I, was I dreaming?” Hayden looked so confused and angelic.

And wet, don’t forget wet. Wet and naked.

“Yes, sort of. You were hallucinating actually. Been there myself, luv.” Ewan grimaced, again with the luv bit.

“Am I, uhh, how long have you been here?” Poor Hayden looked thoroughly confused. He was clearly still out of it, though Ewan was sure that the worst was over.

Ewan stepped into the shower and turned on some hot water. He saw that Hayden was starting to shiver again, and the cold water could not have been helping. He was suddenly very aware of the nearness of a very sexy, very wet and very naked Hayden. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. Yes, add very hard to the rest of that. How Hayden managed to be hard like that while standing under cold water was beyond him.

Kid must have great stamina.

Even though he knew it was utterly inappropriate, Ewan could not keep himself from becoming aroused. He may have put out the fire for Hayden, but his own fire was just getting hotter and hotter. He needed to get out of there. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. He turned around to say something to Hayden and realized that he was being sized up.

Ewan started to say something but his words were muffled by a sudden kiss from Hayden. He resisted at first. It would be wrong to take advantage of this situation. But when Hayden’s tongue started begging for entrance, he could no longer resist. He fell into the kiss and lost himself in it.

“What are we doing?” Ewan asked breathlessly when they came up for air.

“Putting out the fire, luv,” Hayden said, leaning in for another kiss.
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