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Fic: Drabbles in the Life (Ian McKellen/Alan Cumming) RPS
Title: Drabbles in the Life
Author: Perpetual Motion
Webpage: www.geocities.com/iwannabedonna
Pairing: Ian McKellen/Alan Cumming
Rating: Overall, let’s say PG-13 or R.
Summary: 13 drabbles on a relationship.
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sir_ian_slash, and loveforsirian.
Disclaimer: I don’t know these men. I made it all up. It’s a pretty little fantasy.
Author’s Notes: I’ve done a little fuckery with relationship timelines in regards to both Ian and Alan (ironically enough, they were both dating men named Nick while shooting “X-Men 2”.). But, hey, that’s why it’s fiction. And this was actually a fic promised to someone in chat ages ago. I think it was foriluffhanson.
Drabbles in the Life
By Perpetual Motion
“You’ve got…” Ian gestured to his own cheek.
Alan wiped his palm over his face. “Got it?”
“No, just-“ Ian gave into temptation and wiped the blue streak of make-up from Alan’s cheekbone. He wondered if he imagined the tingle in his finger. “There.”
“Thanks.” Alan smile was crooked and sweet.
“You’re welcome.” Ian watched him walk away and looked down at his blue-streaked hand. He had a sudden, childish urge to swear that he’d never wash his hand again.
Patrick sidled up and smirked. “If you’re going to go after him, best be quick. Half the crew wants him.”
*
They left Alan hanging upside down as they reset the shot, and Ian snapped a picture with the small camera he always kept close by.
“All the blood is rushing to my head.”
“Jut don’t pass out.”
Alan stuck his tongue out. “Stellar advice.”
Ian smiled. “I do try to impart my wisdom from time to time.”
“I’d write it down if all the blood weren’t going to be head.”
“It’s good for you. It will make your brain more active.”
“It’s quite active enough, thank you.” Alan’s leer was slightly disconcerting with Nightcrawler’s extra-sharp incisors glinting in the light.
*
“I think he’s oblivious.”
“He’s not.” Patrick shrugged with one shoulder when Ian looked at him. “He’s well-aware of your attraction. He had me confirm it.”
Ian’s eyes widened in surprise. “And he’s said nothing, because…”
“How does one ask a recently dumped queer knight of the crown to come over for a cup of tea?”
“You stop said queer knight somewhere convenient and ask him over.”
“While Alan has shown his ability to try anything once, I think you’ve got him stumped by being who you are.”
“A recently dumped queer knight?”
Patrick laughed. “A well-respected actor.”
“Oh, that.”
*
“Ian!” Alan waved from across the restaurant and beamed in Ian’s direction.
“You could shatter glass with that yell.”
“I have.” Alan’s grin was beyond cheeky. “Ready for a quiet night out?”
“Is there such a thing with you?”
“Never.”
Ian’s grin was even cheekier than Alan’s. “Excellent.”
Alan signaled the waiter with a crook of his finger. “Then we’ll start with wine and move to the hard liquor after the appetizers.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Cumming?”
“It all depends on what I get if I do.”
“And what would you like?”
Alan’s eyes flashed promises.
*
The scotch made his tongue feel oddly hot, and Ian sucked in a lungful of Toronto winter air to cool it down. He watched Alan stop to lean on a wall and pat himself down. “What did you lose?”
Alan pulled a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket. “Nothing.”
Ian wrestled a lighter from his pocket and flicked it to life. He watched Alan take a drag and blow the smoke upwards. “I need to kiss you.”
Alan resettled himself against the wall. “Please, do.”
It was wet and slightly clumsy, and Alan’s tongue seemed ever hotter than Ian’s.
*
“It smells like mold in here.”
Ian squeezed the back of Alan’s neck. “It’s the smell of god books.”
“I’m dragging you to a large chain bookstore after this.”
“I doubt I’ve been that cruel.”
Alan headed in the direction of the first edition mysteries. “We’ll see.”
Ian smiled at his back and went in the opposite direction. He browsed around a bit before setting in the playwrights’ section.
“Ian.” Alan was right at Ian’s shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss when he looked up.
“Find something you like?”
Alan breathed in the scent of Ian’s coat. “Yeah.”
*
“Have you shagged him?”
“I thought someone of your stature would be above such questions.”
Patrick smiled. “There’s no fun in that.”
Ian laughed. “Good point. And I haven’t.”
“Still seducing him, then?”
“Working on it. You’re certainly curious today.”
“I spent the day filming Cerebro shots. I’ve talked to no one.”
“Poor man.”
“And what did you do?”
“I pretended to land a jet that looked like a blue screen.”
It was Patrick’s turn to laugh. “How did it go?”
“It crashed once. And Alan demanded a kiss between shots.” Ian chuckled as Patrick shook his head in amusement.
*
“Patrick wants us to shag.”
“Oh?” Alan slid a hand up Ian’s shirt. “He’s a smart man.”
“I’ve always thought so.” Ian’s hand slid up Alan’s leg.
“Could we do it now?”
“I thought we were in the first stages of it.”
“Excellent.” Alan kissed Ian’s neck.
Ian angled his head to kiss Alan’s mouth. “I want to see you naked in the middle of my bed.”
Alan practically slithered out of Ian’s arms and down the hall to the bedroom. Ian followed the trail of clothes to his room and left his to mingle with Alan’s on the floor.
*
Alan’s hair stood up in tufts as he stumbled down the hall naked. He gave a grunt when Ian handed him a cup of tea. He passed it back. “Coffee?”
Ian rolled his eyes amusedly. “You’re a terrible Scotsman, drinking coffee in the mornings.”
“I’m not drinking the coffee. I’m drinking the caffeine.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’ve heard it rumored.” Alan stretched.
Ian reached out and ran his thumbnail down the line of hair on Alan’s stomach.
Alan undulated at the sensation. “I won’t be responsible for my actions if you do that again.”
Ian grinned wickedly and scratched Alan again.
*
“Melissa, for you.” Ian presented his make-up girl with a bouquet of flowers.
She took them with a smile. “Thank you, kind sir. Did you have a nice evening?”
“Very much so.” Ian sat in his chair. “And how was your evening?”
“Not nearly as comfortable as yours, I’m sure.” Melissa draped the smock over Ian’s front. “I hope you’re doing turtleneck scenes today, or Brian’s going to have to spend time waiting for us to make sure that hickey’s covered.
“It’s not a hickey.”
“Oh? What do you call a large, purple bruise on your neck?”
“Lots of fun.”
*
“Cut!” Brain jumped up from his chair and walked into the scene. He didn’t notice Ian grab Alan by the lapels of Nightcrawler’s coat and pull him around the corner.
“Ian!” Alan was laughing.
“What?” Ian’s eyes twinkled.
“I’ll get paint everywhere.”
Ian kissed Alan swiftly. When he pulled away, he had blue on his lips. “I don’t care.”
“Brian will.”
“So tell me to stop.”
Alan licked Ian’s bottom lip. “And if I don’t?”
“We’ll stay here until we get caught.”
“Ian!” Brian’s voice was an amused shout.
“Yes?”
“The scenery is made of very thin plywood. You’re caught.”
*
“I can’t believe you were in this!” Alan laughed as he chewed on popcorn.
“It was a decent piece of work.”
“_Last Action Hero_ is not decent.”
“This from *you*?” Ian tweaked Alan’s nose. “The man who did a *Bond* film?”
“I’ve never worked with Schwarzenegger.”
“I have three words for you.”
Alan rested his head on Ian’s shoulder. “What’s that?”
“Romy and Michelle.”
“I was hardly in it.”
“You were in it enough to get credit.”
“Is it more frightening that we were in bad movies or that we’ve *seen* each other’s bad movies?”
Ian laughed and kissed Alan.
*
Alan watched blue paint swirl down the drain. “I think my scalp may be blue forever.”
“It’s a good color for you.”
“But is it god for your shower?”
“My shower is fine as long as you’re in it.”
“Do *not* ever use that as a pick-up line.”
Ian pulled the shower curtain back far enough to see Alan. “Do I need to worry about pick-up lines?”
Alan blinked soap out of his eyes. “Not that I’m aware of.” He smiled at Ian. “What about me?”
Ian wiped a smear of paint off Alan’s temple. “You’ve nothing to worry about.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Webpage: www.geocities.com/iwannabedonna
Pairing: Ian McKellen/Alan Cumming
Rating: Overall, let’s say PG-13 or R.
Summary: 13 drabbles on a relationship.
Posted: on the mailing lists,
perpet_fic, sir_ian_slash, and loveforsirian.Disclaimer: I don’t know these men. I made it all up. It’s a pretty little fantasy.
Author’s Notes: I’ve done a little fuckery with relationship timelines in regards to both Ian and Alan (ironically enough, they were both dating men named Nick while shooting “X-Men 2”.). But, hey, that’s why it’s fiction. And this was actually a fic promised to someone in chat ages ago. I think it was for
iluffhanson.Drabbles in the Life
By Perpetual Motion
“You’ve got…” Ian gestured to his own cheek.
Alan wiped his palm over his face. “Got it?”
“No, just-“ Ian gave into temptation and wiped the blue streak of make-up from Alan’s cheekbone. He wondered if he imagined the tingle in his finger. “There.”
“Thanks.” Alan smile was crooked and sweet.
“You’re welcome.” Ian watched him walk away and looked down at his blue-streaked hand. He had a sudden, childish urge to swear that he’d never wash his hand again.
Patrick sidled up and smirked. “If you’re going to go after him, best be quick. Half the crew wants him.”
*
They left Alan hanging upside down as they reset the shot, and Ian snapped a picture with the small camera he always kept close by.
“All the blood is rushing to my head.”
“Jut don’t pass out.”
Alan stuck his tongue out. “Stellar advice.”
Ian smiled. “I do try to impart my wisdom from time to time.”
“I’d write it down if all the blood weren’t going to be head.”
“It’s good for you. It will make your brain more active.”
“It’s quite active enough, thank you.” Alan’s leer was slightly disconcerting with Nightcrawler’s extra-sharp incisors glinting in the light.
*
“I think he’s oblivious.”
“He’s not.” Patrick shrugged with one shoulder when Ian looked at him. “He’s well-aware of your attraction. He had me confirm it.”
Ian’s eyes widened in surprise. “And he’s said nothing, because…”
“How does one ask a recently dumped queer knight of the crown to come over for a cup of tea?”
“You stop said queer knight somewhere convenient and ask him over.”
“While Alan has shown his ability to try anything once, I think you’ve got him stumped by being who you are.”
“A recently dumped queer knight?”
Patrick laughed. “A well-respected actor.”
“Oh, that.”
*
“Ian!” Alan waved from across the restaurant and beamed in Ian’s direction.
“You could shatter glass with that yell.”
“I have.” Alan’s grin was beyond cheeky. “Ready for a quiet night out?”
“Is there such a thing with you?”
“Never.”
Ian’s grin was even cheekier than Alan’s. “Excellent.”
Alan signaled the waiter with a crook of his finger. “Then we’ll start with wine and move to the hard liquor after the appetizers.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Cumming?”
“It all depends on what I get if I do.”
“And what would you like?”
Alan’s eyes flashed promises.
*
The scotch made his tongue feel oddly hot, and Ian sucked in a lungful of Toronto winter air to cool it down. He watched Alan stop to lean on a wall and pat himself down. “What did you lose?”
Alan pulled a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket. “Nothing.”
Ian wrestled a lighter from his pocket and flicked it to life. He watched Alan take a drag and blow the smoke upwards. “I need to kiss you.”
Alan resettled himself against the wall. “Please, do.”
It was wet and slightly clumsy, and Alan’s tongue seemed ever hotter than Ian’s.
*
“It smells like mold in here.”
Ian squeezed the back of Alan’s neck. “It’s the smell of god books.”
“I’m dragging you to a large chain bookstore after this.”
“I doubt I’ve been that cruel.”
Alan headed in the direction of the first edition mysteries. “We’ll see.”
Ian smiled at his back and went in the opposite direction. He browsed around a bit before setting in the playwrights’ section.
“Ian.” Alan was right at Ian’s shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss when he looked up.
“Find something you like?”
Alan breathed in the scent of Ian’s coat. “Yeah.”
*
“Have you shagged him?”
“I thought someone of your stature would be above such questions.”
Patrick smiled. “There’s no fun in that.”
Ian laughed. “Good point. And I haven’t.”
“Still seducing him, then?”
“Working on it. You’re certainly curious today.”
“I spent the day filming Cerebro shots. I’ve talked to no one.”
“Poor man.”
“And what did you do?”
“I pretended to land a jet that looked like a blue screen.”
It was Patrick’s turn to laugh. “How did it go?”
“It crashed once. And Alan demanded a kiss between shots.” Ian chuckled as Patrick shook his head in amusement.
*
“Patrick wants us to shag.”
“Oh?” Alan slid a hand up Ian’s shirt. “He’s a smart man.”
“I’ve always thought so.” Ian’s hand slid up Alan’s leg.
“Could we do it now?”
“I thought we were in the first stages of it.”
“Excellent.” Alan kissed Ian’s neck.
Ian angled his head to kiss Alan’s mouth. “I want to see you naked in the middle of my bed.”
Alan practically slithered out of Ian’s arms and down the hall to the bedroom. Ian followed the trail of clothes to his room and left his to mingle with Alan’s on the floor.
*
Alan’s hair stood up in tufts as he stumbled down the hall naked. He gave a grunt when Ian handed him a cup of tea. He passed it back. “Coffee?”
Ian rolled his eyes amusedly. “You’re a terrible Scotsman, drinking coffee in the mornings.”
“I’m not drinking the coffee. I’m drinking the caffeine.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’ve heard it rumored.” Alan stretched.
Ian reached out and ran his thumbnail down the line of hair on Alan’s stomach.
Alan undulated at the sensation. “I won’t be responsible for my actions if you do that again.”
Ian grinned wickedly and scratched Alan again.
*
“Melissa, for you.” Ian presented his make-up girl with a bouquet of flowers.
She took them with a smile. “Thank you, kind sir. Did you have a nice evening?”
“Very much so.” Ian sat in his chair. “And how was your evening?”
“Not nearly as comfortable as yours, I’m sure.” Melissa draped the smock over Ian’s front. “I hope you’re doing turtleneck scenes today, or Brian’s going to have to spend time waiting for us to make sure that hickey’s covered.
“It’s not a hickey.”
“Oh? What do you call a large, purple bruise on your neck?”
“Lots of fun.”
*
“Cut!” Brain jumped up from his chair and walked into the scene. He didn’t notice Ian grab Alan by the lapels of Nightcrawler’s coat and pull him around the corner.
“Ian!” Alan was laughing.
“What?” Ian’s eyes twinkled.
“I’ll get paint everywhere.”
Ian kissed Alan swiftly. When he pulled away, he had blue on his lips. “I don’t care.”
“Brian will.”
“So tell me to stop.”
Alan licked Ian’s bottom lip. “And if I don’t?”
“We’ll stay here until we get caught.”
“Ian!” Brian’s voice was an amused shout.
“Yes?”
“The scenery is made of very thin plywood. You’re caught.”
*
“I can’t believe you were in this!” Alan laughed as he chewed on popcorn.
“It was a decent piece of work.”
“_Last Action Hero_ is not decent.”
“This from *you*?” Ian tweaked Alan’s nose. “The man who did a *Bond* film?”
“I’ve never worked with Schwarzenegger.”
“I have three words for you.”
Alan rested his head on Ian’s shoulder. “What’s that?”
“Romy and Michelle.”
“I was hardly in it.”
“You were in it enough to get credit.”
“Is it more frightening that we were in bad movies or that we’ve *seen* each other’s bad movies?”
Ian laughed and kissed Alan.
*
Alan watched blue paint swirl down the drain. “I think my scalp may be blue forever.”
“It’s a good color for you.”
“But is it god for your shower?”
“My shower is fine as long as you’re in it.”
“Do *not* ever use that as a pick-up line.”
Ian pulled the shower curtain back far enough to see Alan. “Do I need to worry about pick-up lines?”
Alan blinked soap out of his eyes. “Not that I’m aware of.” He smiled at Ian. “What about me?”
Ian wiped a smear of paint off Alan’s temple. “You’ve nothing to worry about.”