| Alex Skarsgard and Luke Evans continue a few days of service... maybe. |
[05 May 2013|09:26am] |
[backdated to mid-February; directly follows Alex's declaration of a few days of service, beatings thrown in gratis]
When they finally make it around to getting out of bed again, Luke puts together some sandwiches for lunch and once again settles at his sir's feet, eating quietly and resting against his legs. Alex constantly has his hand in Luke's hair and it's a touch Luke loves, craves, makes him whimper softly when it's taken away. A few times he almost falls asleep, so utterly content it mystifies him. Usually he can barely sit still. Of course the way his whole body aches probably explains at least part of that and when Alex informs him he's going to work out while Luke makes dinner, he downs two more ibuprofen, hoping to get ahead of the pain.
In the kitchen, he assembles the meatballs Alex requested, taking his time to lovingly tend the pasta sauce made from scratch, adjusting the spices as needed. A few times, he just stops what he's doing, leaning against the counter, tired in a way that he couldn't even describe if he tried. But finally the meatballs are in the oven, along with the bruschetta, pasta cooking away.
Alex despises working out, despises it with a passion. And even though it's cold outside, he opens all the windows in the room where he keeps his weight machines so that it won't feel so stuffy and claustrophobic. He pushes himself through the boring but necessary routine, keeping the music loud and trying to lose himself in it. Eventually he decides that he's endured enough punishment for one day, and he goes to shower off the sweat, curious how Luke's been doing in his absence.
( Luke snuggles back into Alex's embrace, wishing he could have a do-over of the last few hours. Anything to not feel like he's set them back with his stupid meltdown. )
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| Alex Skarsgard and Luke Evans enjoy a little roleplay in a foxhole |
[18 Apr 2013|04:23pm] |
[takes place at the end of January, 2013, not long after Alex and Luke get their wires crossed at an industry party]
It's an idea Alex has been toying with ever since he saw the amazing portrait of Luke posed as a soldier in the Vietnam War. War is not a laughing matter, of course, and probably shouldn't be thought of as sexy, either... But damn Luke just looked so fucking hot like that. Alex trusts that his lover will see the situation his way, too.
It takes a bit of legwork to track down all the right pieces, but eventually Alex has complete costumes for both of them. He hasn't seen Luke in three days, but his lover is flying back to Los Angeles tonight. So Alex leaves Luke's combat fatigues and paraphernalia neatly laid out on their bed, along with the following note, direct and to the point:
( Sergeant Evans: You're on watch tonight. Report to Citadel base ASAP. Further instructions to follow. )
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| Alex and Luke get their wires crossed |
[12 Apr 2013|04:14pm] |
[backdated to January 24th, a few weeks after the boys play with ginger]
[warning for fisting]
"Thank you, thank you," Alex murmurs, nodding and shaking hands as people pass him, offering congratulations. Most of them, he couldn't even put a name to. It's the Santa Barbara International Film Festival, and his new film Disconnect has just been premiered. So far the response seems positive. "Yeah, thanks. We're really glad you like the film. Thank you."
"Alex and Jason, can we get a picture of you two together?"
"Absolutely. He's just here to make me look good," Jason Bateman jokes, slinging his arm around Alex's neck and grinning for the press corps. "Thank you. We're glad you liked the movie. Thanks."
''I wanted to beat the crap out of that guy.''
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| Alex Skarsgard & Luke Evans: Ginger isn't just for dinner |
[09 Apr 2013|09:42pm] |
[backdated to early January, 2013; directly follows a day of the boys enjoying being 'out' together in Los Angeles]
[warning for figging]
After dinner, Luke cleans up and joins Alex on the couch. His sir is reading so he picks up a book too and heaves a bit of a sigh before he snuggles in and picks up where he left off, surreptitiously glancing at the clock every so often as the evening ticks on. Hm. Maybe Alex forgot. Luke wonders if he should remind him but then again, maybe not. Maybe he's changed his mind.
Reaching out, Alex hugs Luke closer and gently combs his fingers through his lover's hair. "The steaks were delicious," he murmurs, his tone of voice almost absent-minded as he turns a page in his book.
"Thank you," Luke says, sighing happily at the touch but still confused. "I thought the asparagus turned out really nicely too."
( ''You know people are freakin' nuts. They'll try anything.'' )
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| Alex Skarsgard and Luke Evans ring in the new year with a big "What if?" roleplay |
[21 Mar 2013|03:34pm] |
[backdated to December 31st, 2012; the boys do love to speculate about what it would have been like if they'd met in an alternate reality, when Luke was an 18 year-old just starting to take on the world, and Alex was a 30 year-old virgin]
Alex tugs at the hem of his tight gray t-shirt to make sure it lies smooth across his chest, no unbecoming lumps or ripples or anything, then makes himself sit up straight on his bar stool. He nods his thanks as the bartender slides his pint over to him, and he turns slightly to view the rest of the club. Only he's not quite sure where to look. He's been to gay clubs before -- he's thirty years old, of course he has. He's just... um. Never gotten up the urge to really hit on anyone yet.
Laughing at something someone in the group's said, Luke makes his way to the bar for a drink. He's been dancing for ages, the glow of sweat on his brow, the back of his hair soaked, but he's grinning and happy, and ready to go again, determined to make the right hook-up before he calls it a night. Living in the city sure beats small-town Wales, he thinks, hiking his jeans up just a little before he lets them drop to ride low on his hips again, a nice swatch of skin on show between his boxer-briefs and his black tank. "Pint of Guinness, please," he orders, wedging himself in between two stools to reach the bar. "Sorry," he murmurs to the guy whose arm he's jostled.
"Oh. Sure." Alex jerks away, more startled than he should be considering the crowd. It's just that this isn't his crowd, and he's worried that he sticks out like a sore thumb. Too old, too inexperienced, too obviously out of his element. He covertly eyes the young man next to him, and tries like hell not to drool. The guy - kid, really, he can't be more than twenty, if that - is absolutely gorgeous, lithe and cut and glistening with sweat. He's fucking vibrant, and for an intense moment Alex flushes with envy, wanting nothing more than to soak in all that youth and energy.
( ''In your fantasies... Are you the one being fucked or the one doing the fucking?'' )
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| (NPC) Sofia Kwanten hunts down Luke Evans |
[03 Mar 2013|03:20pm] |
[backdated to the wedding weekend of December 1st, 2012; takes place Sunday morning, after the wedding party of the night before]
Sofia Kwanten has been wandering the ground level of the resort, poking her head into the dining room, the sitting room, the lounge... Ryan is off risking his neck with his brothers, as per usual when the three of them get together, and she saw Alex set out for somewhere with Sam, so she thinks this might be her best opportunity. If only she could find Luke!
She had a nice wee sleep-in this morning, then enjoyed breakfast on a sun-washed terrace with Jeanne Worthington -- very sensible woman, and Sofia couldn't be more thrilled with having her as an in-law. And then after breakfast she got down to work. She's ready now. And when she peeks around a doorframe into an impressively crowded library, she nearly squeals with delight at finding Luke.
Then she pounces.
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| Alex Skarsgard and Luke Evans: Enjoying the Sam Worthington-Ryan Kwanten Wedding Party |
[03 Mar 2013|09:23am] |
[backdated to the weekend of December 1st, 2012; directly follows Sam and Ryan's wedding ceremony]
After they leave the chapel, the guests are led back to the lavishly-appointed lounge, and now the alcohol begins to flow in earnest, almost as if the drinking of the afternoon was a mere warm-up. The two fathers hit the hard liquor immediately after a single perfunctory beer each, and a server circulates with lighter cocktails for the rest of the group. Alex asks to see the wine list, and after some consideration with Luke, he orders a bottle of Chateau Latour Bordeaux, '89. He settles back on a comfortable upholstered loveseat, his arm around his lover's shoulders.
More servers bring out trays of exquisite-looking hors d'oeuvres, and the party rises a bit in volume, guests eating and drinking happily by firelight. There's still no sign of the happy couple, but Alex doesn't expect that Sam and Ryan will reappear until the meal is already half-eaten.
"This is nice," Luke murmurs, leaning his head on Alex's shoulder. It feels good not to worry about who might see them like this, to just relax and enjoy the warmth of the room and the massive fireplace. He usually holds his liquor well, but tonight it's making him sleepy and Alex - well, his sir makes the best pillow ever.
( ''Let's get out of here. Come make out with me in a corner somewhere.'' )
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| Alex and Luke are guests at Sam's and Ryan's wedding |
[27 Feb 2013|09:17am] |
[backdated to the wedding weekend of December 1st, 2012. takes place Saturday afternoon, after the rehearsal dinner of the night before]
Dressed in his very best suit, his tie actually tied properly for once, and all by himself, Sam steps out into the bedroom, slipping on his newly polished (and new, period) wing tips. If he'd had his way he would've worn his Blundstones, but the wedding planner from Citadel had given him a look to freeze hell over when he suggested that. Told him it was disrespectful to not be dressed to the nines for his future husband. Still, that doesn't stop him from rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, his skin almost itching at being dressed so proper. "Do I look okay?" he asks, checking to make sure he has his vows in his breast pocket.
"Hmm?" Ryan is absolutely positive that his heart is beating too fast. It feels like he's got butterflies trapped inside his ribcage, or something, their tiny paper-thin wings hammering at him and sending his breathing all out of rhythm. Sam brought along an actual suit for him to wear, damn. One of his favorites: light grey with a dark blue tie, expensive but understated elegance. Convinced that he looks as good as he possibly can, he turns away from the mirror and looks at his lover.
And his jaw drops.
''Once you're really mine, legally mine, I'll fuck you.''
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| Alex and Luke enjoy ice-skating, roasted marshmallows... and a little hog-tying. |
[26 Feb 2013|03:06pm] |
[backdated to the wedding weekend of December 1st, 2012; takes place Saturday morning, after the rehearsal dinner of the night before and before that afternoon's wedding]
Quietly, Luke sets their breakfast tray on the nightstand. He smiles at the way his lover's hunkered down under the covers but then climbs onto the bed and onto Alex, kissing his way down his throat. "Guess what?" he asks, even though he's fairly certain Alex isn't awake yet and certainly isn't going to be guessing anything at this ungodly hour. "They've got an ice rink here and skates we can borrow and there's a firepit on the other side of the rink. We can light it and roast marshmallows."
"...'shmallows?" Alex mumbles in slurred echo. At this point in his day the words really lack any meaning whatsoever. Warm bodies, though, those he's familiar with. He wraps his arm around Luke and rolls so that his boy is under him, thoroughly pinned by his sir and the both of them now tangled up in the down comforter and bedclothes. And Alex slips right back into a deep sleep.
"Sir," Luke says, pushing at Alex's shoulder even though it's tempting just to stay right here, like this, until they have to get up. "They brought our breakfast."
''The problem with this position, of course, is that I can't lick your balls from here.''
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| Alex Skarsgard, Luke Evans, Sam Worthington and Ryan Kwanten: Drinks and the rehearsal dinner |
[24 Feb 2013|12:23pm] |
[backdated to the wedding weekend of December 1, 2012; takes place after Alex and Luke fool around at the Manoir]
"Generally when it comes to rugby, I follow the South Australian union," George Kwanten tells Ron Worthington, kicking back by one of the fireplaces in the Manoir Hovey's vast parlor. "Caught a few games this past season. But the Springboks were rubbish this year, absolute rubbish." He frowns and takes a healthy swallow of his V.B., still pleased that the resort even stocks it.
Across the room, Alex is curled up in another cozy conversation nook, and wondering just how in the hell he and Luke wound up sitting with the mothers. Sam's mum Jeanne seems pleasant enough, although he can't be certain, because it appears that Sofia Kwanten never stops talking. Ryan's younger brothers both have girlfriends in tow, who seem to be mostly interchangeable blondes, and Alex has been given to understand that both relationships are on the newish side, which displeases Sofia something fierce as one of Ryan's brothers - Alex can't remember which one - had been close to walking down the aisle himself. But not with this blonde. "Hey," Alex says, waving his hand to catch the eye of a passing server, "can I get another pint of Guinness here?"
"So Luke, how did Alex pop the question? Was it very romantic, and were you terribly surprised? Have you begun planning yet?" Sofia burbles on with questions, and Luke doesn't appear to mind, so Alex tries not to roll his eyes. But Christ.
( ''The strippers will be here at nine.'' )
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| Alex and Luke: Before the rehearsal dinner |
[21 Feb 2013|12:17pm] |
[players only. backdated to the weekend of December 1st. takes place after Sam breaks the big news to Ryan]
Their suite at the Manoir Hovey is lovely, with a stunning panoramic view of the lake. Alex doesn't give that stunning view a single glance, busy as he is with slamming the door shut and shoving his lover up against the wall. He tangles his fingers in Luke's hair and kisses him hungrily, like he's gone without for months.
Stunned, although he shouldn't be, Luke moans brokenly into Alex's mouth, wrapping one leg around his hip and pulling him in. Their cocks ground together through their jeans.
"I want you," Alex whispers, slipping his free hand beneath Luke's shirt and scratching harshly down his back. "Strip."
"Yes, sir," Luke whispers back, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it from his shoulders, his jeans following closely behind.
It's something he never gets used to... And he hopes he never will.
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| Alex Skarsgard spills it all on late-night TV |
[20 Feb 2013|09:11am] |
[took place towards the end of December, 2012]
The first A.D. silently counts down three and then points to let them know they’re back on the air, and Jimmy turns to face the cameras with a smile. “And we’re back! With my special guest Erik Skarsgard--”
“Alex.”
“Alex Skarsgard. I knew that, Alex, I knew that,” Jimmy assures him with a laugh. “I just wanted to check that you were paying attention.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Alex says, laughing and taking a sip of water. Generally he kind of hates these fucking late-night talk shows, but he genuinely likes Jimmy Fallon. Thinks the guy is far less slimy than a good many of the people he knows in the business.
( ''Thinking back to where you were in December of 2011, and how much things have changed since then, where do you think you’ll be at this time next year?'' )
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| Alexander Skarsgard & Luke Evans: On their way to a surprise wedding |
[18 Feb 2013|09:03am] |
[backdated to the weekend of December 1st, 2012]
"My French is for shit. Do you speak French?" Alex asks his lover, settling back in a comfortable armchair in one of the private luxury lounges scattered throughout the Québec/Jean Lesage International Airport. They're waiting for their driver to come and meet them, who will then chauffeur them to Manoir Hovey; no way was Alex going to attempt unfamiliar terrain, traffic signs, and linguistics in his usual post-travel mood. Anyway, Sam had already arranged for all the wedding guests to be fetched from airport to resort, and Alex was happy to have the legwork taken care of for him.
Luke laughs. "Beyond oui, non, merci and où sont les toilettes? Nope." He grins. "But I've heard it's actually not too bad once you get outside Quebec City. They're not quite so militant about speaking any English. Certainly Montreal was okay."
"That's encouraging." Alex rests his head against the seat back, and gives his lover a smile. "And I guess once we get there it'll be just Sam's guests. That's going to be really amazing." He's a bit curious about meeting Sam's and Ryan's families, but he figures if they're already over the hurdle of their own boys being gay, then no one else should upset them. Plus, he and Luke are hardly going to be the center of the attention over the next few days. He can't wait for that.
( ''Have you ever been anyone's best man before?'' )
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| Alex Skarsgard shares some big news with his lover Luke Evans |
[05 Feb 2013|11:42am] |
[takes place in November, 2012, very soon after Sam Worthington asks Alex for a big favor]
Alex lazily draws a soapy washcloth over Luke's chest, then sets it aside on the rim of the oversized tub to sip at his Pouilly-Fuisse. The soap is just an excuse, anyway; Alex is far less concerned with getting either of them clean than he is with seizing the opportunity to spend a few quiet moments wrapped warm around his lover. They've both been working such long hours recently, and moments like this are rare.
"Mm." Luke sighs happily and stretches a little, snuggling back into Alex's embrace. "I could stay here all day," he says. "If it wasn't for the whole turning into a prune thing," he adds, twisting to give his sir a smile.
Grazing his lips over Luke's, Alex grins back. "Yeah, I know what you mean." It's an oasis of perfect peace, while it lasts. Warmth and security and the scent of his lover, Luke's weight heavy against him. "We can forget about everything else."
( ''Ryan doesn't know they're doing this?'' )
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| Alex Skarsgard & Luke Evans: First Anniversary celebrations, continued. |
[25 Jan 2013|11:26am] |
[takes place October 27, 2012, in Los Angeles; directly follows an eventful car ride]
[warning for a little blood]
The music pumps loud, and with the alcohol flowing and the crush of hot sweaty bodies on the dance floor, Alex could almost squint and mistake it for the club he and Luke first met in, a year ago back in London. Except, of course, for the fact that now there's much more nakedness and public sex going on. Which is cool, as he's got an eye towards heading in that direction himself... He grins and slides his hands over Luke's lithe hips, pulling him in close, their bodies moving together to the driving beat just like he fantasized about so long ago.
Luke grins at Alex and loops his arms around his sir's neck, shimmying in against him, already half-hard again. "This reminds me of when we met," he says, having to yell over the music.
"Exactly," Alex agrees, his smile widening. He still remembers that moment when he first saw Luke -- so gorgeously free, not the least bit self-conscious, pure enjoyment of the music so plain in his every move. Alex wanted him then; it shakes him to realize that he wants Luke even more now. He cups Luke's ass in his hands and grinds in against him, well aware that his lover can feel his growing excitement.
( ''Go sit over at the bar. Pretend you don't know me.'' )
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![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) citadel_luke Evans spends his first day in true service to Alex Skarsgard |
[08 Jan 2013|07:08pm] |
[took place in mid-October, 2012; directly follows this early-morning encounter in the boys' new home]
[warning for completely frakked-up waterplay]
It's a couple hours later before Alex manages to drag himself out of bed again. It's just so completely awesome to be able to laze around with Luke in their gorgeous new bedroom with its completely stunning views, and he refuses to even let himself think about how his life is way more perfect than he deserves. Eventually, though, it feels like hunger is going to gnaw an ache right through his gut, so he washes up and heads back into the kitchen to toss out the cold eggs he made earlier. He fends off Luke's generous offers of help, insisting he can manage this himself. And he can. So what if the omelettes he finally sets on the counter aren't aesthetically perfect, and actually - okay, it's true - look more like scrambled eggs with tomato chunks and cheese randomly tossed in. They'll taste good... he's pretty sure.
"I vote we eat out on the deck," he says, with a nod towards the sea. They don't have a patio table set out there yet, but he figures they can drag a couple of kitchen chairs with them.
"Works for me," Luke says eagerly, grabbing a sweater and two chairs which he wrangles out onto the deck. He sets them down and then pops back into the kitchen for juice, coffee and napkins, all of which he puts on a tray he ordered online. Like pretty much everything else in the kitchen. All the basics anyway. "Mm. Smells delicious," he says, finally settling in a chair and picking up his plate. "Thank you."
( ''I was thinking, you know, about what we've talked about before. Me spending a whole day in service.'' )
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| Alex Skarsgard and Luke Evans enjoy the first morning together in their new home |
[30 Dec 2012|10:11pm] |
[backdated to mid-October; follows the night of this conversation]
[warning for a little blood]
"Wake up, älskling," Alex whispers, straddling his sleeping boy's thighs and leaning down to lick at his lips. "Breakfast is ready." It's mid-morning, much later than Luke wakes most days, but he had a long tough week at work and then they were up late last night driving north. Now it's their first day in the Butterfly House, their house, and Hell must be freezing over, because Alex actually cooked breakfast.
"What?" Luke mumbles, stretching a little under Alex, his eyes slowly opening as he wakes.
Alex grins and presses kisses to Luke's skin again and again, all over his face and neck. "Breakfast," he mutters. "It's ready."
( ''You have no fucking shame, you know that?'' )
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| Alex Skarsgard thanks his Secret Santa |
[26 Dec 2012|07:46pm] |
To my Secret Santa:
Thanks for the Survival Straps gift certificate. I don't know if I'll be rappelling anytime soon, but... is it wrong that I keep thinking about how many different ways I can tie a special someone up with it?
Happy Holidays,
Alex
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