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Accidents Happen	By : monochrome Category: Casts RPF > Fight Club, The Views: 2245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. I do not know or associate with Edward Norton or Brad Pitt, nor am I associated with the movie Fight Club or its producers. I make no profit from this story.

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A/N: I still have no idea whatsoever why this was so suddenly taken down =_=; So I've decided to repost it for the time being, and I'm even considering writing a sequel at some point, but that depends on whether y'all want more or not. So... Yeah. Without further ado, the repost of my Brad Pitt/Ed Norton fic, "Accidents Happen".
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Edward nudged the door to his hotel suite open with one foot, his hands preoccupied with holding the ice pack to his throbbing face. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it had an hour ago, so the ice must be helping... or maybe it was the Tylenol his manager practically shoved down his throat before proceeding to chew out the stunt guys for letting the star actually do his own work for a change.
When he'd signed on to be Jack for Fight Club, Ed hadn't been particularly worried about his well-being, for all the apparent violence in the movie. It wasn't like the fighting was real or anything... It was all just cinematic magic, clever use of cosmetics and timing and stunt doubles. So with that said, what was he doing watching himself in the mirror, gingerly remove the ice from his eye to reveal a rather nicely developing shiner?
Apparently Eddy wasn't meant to do his own stunts. Apparently Brad Pitt shouldn't be allowed to do so, either. Apparently Brad also shouldn't be allowed caffeine before a filming session. Two coffees, and suddenly the pretty boy'd turned into a fucking kangaroo! One with hell of a punch, too.
Hyper plus attempting to act out fight sequences plus actual training in hand to hand equaled someone not moving fast enough to get out of the way of a certain brunet movie star's fist. Of course, the one who ended up hurt was Ed. Brad Pitt should never be allowed to throw his fists around. Jesus Christ, what was the man? The Hulk?! It was like getting hit in the face by a two-by-four with a grudge.
He'd been so stunned that he barely even heard Brad's shocked, sputtering apologies as his manager steered him speedily away. It was quickly decided that shooting was over for the day, and so Ed was left to contemplate the meaning of the words "swelling", "bruising", and "pain" in his sterile, silent suite.
Maybe not so silent. Ed had only just sat down when a soft knocking at the door interrupted him. With a slight groan, he went over to it and pulling it open, blinking his good eye as he tried to focus on his visitor through the ringing in his ears.
"Shit, Ed... I'm so sorry." Brad stepped inside and pushed the door shut without asking for permission, too absorbed in the sight of that bruised but still attractive face in front of him to wonder if what he was doing was rude or not. He came closer, reaching out in a sort of mesmerized horror to Ed's face, not quite realizing what he was doing.
Ed winced away as those callused fingers got too close to his tender skin, regretting the action a bit when he saw a flash of hurt in those bright blue eyes. Brad drew back and cleared his throat, seemingly getting his composure back. "I really didn't mean to hit you. I just..."
"Got carried away. Yeah, I understand." Ed rocked awkwardly from one foot to the other before relaxing a bit and letting out a sigh. "It's no biggie. You punch like a fucking boxer, just so you know. Felt like my cheek exploded." He grabbed a beer from the fridge for himself, then looked back over his shoulder at Brad as his guest made himself comfortable on the couch. "Wanna beer?"
Brad nodded and settled back into his trademark sprawl, absently running a hand through his styled-to-be-messy hair. "It was all the training, getting ready for this part," he murmured under his breath, watching the other man as he grabbed another beer and started towards the couch. "It's been a while since I was in this good of shape-- I guess I forgot how to pull punches."
"Tell me about it." Ed let out a groan and picked up the ice pack before sitting down next to his coworker. He popped open the can, put the cold plastic pouch to his cheek, and took a big gulp of his drink. "It's only throbbing now-- probably'll feel like a bitch tomorrow, though."
They sat in amicable silence for a few minutes, just drinking their beers and relaxing. Ed had his good eye closed and his head leaned back, missing the little glances the other man kept sending his way.
It wasn't fair... How did he look so good, even when he was sporting a goddamn black eye? Brad took a long draw from his can, still eyeing his friend... His friend who, ever since he'd seen the guy half naked for the film, had somehow managed to infiltrate his dreams. Bodies with curves and silky smooth skin had been gradually replaced by this man, all lean muscle and lanky stature. Definitely no curves.
If the guy had been effeminate, at least that would've made a little more sense... But no. Edward Norton was definitely all man, and Brad was going a little crazy trying to restrain himself from jumping the poor guy. Maybe his frustration had finally overflowed a little, and that was why he'd ended up decking Ed for real.
Oh, the guilt...
He couldn't take it anymore. Brad abruptly stood up and moved around to the back of the couch-- the movement and the noise made the other actor open his eye and look back in confusion. Swallowing in sudden nervousness, Brad reached out and took hold of Ed's shoulders... and began to massage the knots out of those tense muscles.
It worked as perfectly and cliche as magic. The younger man let out a soft groan and relaxed under Brad's strong hands, the kneading of those fingers bordering on painful as they worked on him. "Oh, man... Oh-- Ow!-- Ooh... Mmm!" The noises slipping from Ed's lips were half sex, half so fucking hilarious Brad couldn't help but chuckle.
"Consider this my apology." The standing man drawled, ruthlessly working out the knots of his friend's back as he internally rejoiced over being able to touch him without drawing any real suspicion. Ed let out a slightly breathless laugh. "I-- Oh! Damn... I'll think... about it."
What happened next startled them both so badly that when the moment was over, they were left staring at each other in open shock. Ed reached up, grabbed the collar of Brad's shirt, and pulled him down until their mouths met in a prolonged kiss-- mostly prolonged because, for the first few seconds, neither could completely register what was happening. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, the kiss turned desperate. Their lips, their tongues moved against each others, nipping, sucking. Someone was moaning softly, or maybe they both were...
It was over as quickly as it started. Silence descended as they pulled away from each other, two blue eyes meeting one. But the shock could only last so long, with the floodgates open and biology taking over.
3... 2... 1...
Almost moving as one, they both dashed for the bedroom door, shedding clothes as they went. Brad pushed the slightly taller man down on the bed and straddled his legs, taking those slightly chapped but just right lips in another bruising kiss. Their hands moved over each other's skin, exploring, feeling, claiming as tongue danced over tongue and panting breaths mingled.
Ed moaned loudly, the sound only a little muffled by the other man's lips as he squirmed under that rock-hard body. Finally, he managed to maneuver himself so he could wrap his legs around Brad's waist, lifting his hips to grind against him. Brad groaned and sucked on the other's tongue, moving his own hips to increase the friction. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this needy... His skin was burning, his pulse pounding out just under his skin. With a soft, panting growl, he pressed Ed into the mattress, reaching between them to take both cocks in his hand. As if it were a perfectly normal thing for him to do any day, Brad started stroking them both. First slowly, almost tenderly... but he quickly grew tired of that and sped up. squeezing gently as he used his free hand to hold the other's hips in place.
"A-ah.... Fuck!" Breaking the kiss to try to catch his breath, Ed thrust into the other actor's hand, nearing his release almost embarrassingly fast. His back arched off the sheets, his toes curled, his vision went white... and Brad gently bit his shoulder, bringing him back to reality, giving him something to anchor in on. "Not yet... just a little longer," Brad panted out, looking down at the vision of debauchery splayed out on the sheets and wondering faintly why he'd tried to avoid this sort of situation in the first place. Ed's body was sweat-soaked and trembling as he tried to hold back his orgasm, his hands forming fists in the sheets, precum leaking from his cock... He was beautiful.
Brad let go of their members and crawled backwards on the bed, the mattress creaking under them until he settled down, his head over Ed's crotch. He gripped the younger man's hips and slowly lowered until his lips were nearly on Ed's cock. Watching that bruised face, Brad pushed his tongue out between his lips and delicately licked the tip, sending a shiver and a moan through his fellow actor. Liking that reaction, he opened his mouth and took in as much as he could fit, sucking gently.
Ed let out a strangled gasp, his hip straining against the hands restraining him, holding him in place as Brad began his torturous exploration of the cock in his mouth. Licking here, sucking there, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the length before taking it in his mouth again, humming around it until Ed's face went slack in ecstasy and that throaty, deep moan burst forth from him. Brad reached down with one hand and started imitating the movement of his mouth on his own member.
"C'mon... Together, now..." Somehow Brad managed to slip those words between the things he was doing with his lips and tongue and teeth, listening in half-delirium, half-amusement as Ed's breath hitched and his hips jerked upwards. And then he went over the edge-- they both went over. Climax hit with a series of shocked gasps from Ed and a low, strained moan from Brad. Their bodies stayed tensed for a moment, and then like a rock slide, they collapsed in on themselves and relaxed against the sheets.
It took a little while for Brad to muster up the will to move, but he finally managed to drag himself back up beside the other man. Almost instinctively, Ed reached out and wrapped his arms around the man who'd just given him the best orgasm of his life. When he said that aloud, Brad chuckled warmly. "Then I guess that means my apology's accepted?"
Cocking his head to the side, Ed pretended to think about it, earning a light punch in the arm from the other. "Oww! What's with this penchant for hitting me?" He laughed, poking the mock-sulking Brad in the chest. "Better watch yourself. That's how you ended up needing to apologize in the first place, after all! Abusive..."
"Pssh... Whatever." Brad closed his eyes and pressed his face into his coworker-maybe-more-than-just-coworker's chest, breathing in the smell of sex and clean sweat. "If it means we get to do this again, I may have to hit you more often just so I can 'apologize'!"
"See what I mean? Abusive motherfucker!"
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