Flattery

Disclaimer: Ewan belongs to himself... Especially in this story... Hayden belongs to himself. I'm not making any money off of this, unfortunately.
Notes: This is my first (public) RPS. There are references to Ewan McGregor's new 'The Island'. They're vague and understandable if you've ever seen the trailer, because of course, I haven't seen the movie, either.
There's also a reference to one of Hayden Christensen's movies. "Shattered Glass."
This was conceptualized at four AM this morning. It's meant to be funny.. but I have an odd sense of humor...
Warning: This is, as the summary clearly stated, SLASH. I will not hesitate to post any slash-bashing flames on my livejournal account, and make fun of you mercilessly. However, if you would like to tell me that the story absolutely sucks for presentation, or general storyline.. feel free. I will lick my wounds, silently.

There is nothing more strange, Ewan decided, than being approached by yourself. One minute he'd been walking along the shoreline, on a pleasantly sunny day.. He'd turned around, hearing footsteps, and there 'he' was. The actor didn't feel any panic, or confusion. Only a mild irritation.

"I didn't know I had a clone." he grumbled, wondering who was responsible for this.

"Well, I didn't know I 'was' one.. Not until the island." came the response in his own voice. Something about 'the island' tugged at Ewan's memory, but he couldn't quite place it.

"I don't want a clone. I'm sure one of me can be a pain in the arse enough for everyone." There was a definite note of petulance in his voice, now. Had someone thought that one really wasn't 'enough'?

"There's no point in getting upset at me. I didn't choose to be a copy of you. Besides, you should be pleased that someone went through the trouble of cloning. It really is the most sincere form of flattery." Actually, Ewan thought, that was probably true.

"Why are you here?" he studied the other's face, trying to see if he'd been mistaken, after all. But, it was undoubtedly his own features that blinked back at him.

"I have no idea..." said even as the distance closed, inexplicably, between them. The true Ewan felt a hand at the back of his neck, pulling him into an impromptu kiss. Which was pleasant despite the lack of cause, behind it, or the surreal fact that the lips claiming his, were his own.

"I suppose that's as decent a reason for my being here as any.. And you 'are', after all, a devilishly handsome fellow."

"I won't argue with you on that." Ewan agreed, grinning, as he pulled himself in for another deep kiss. The already hazy scenery, around them, faded to darkness, as Ewan closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were in a sterile white bedroom. It came back to him all at once.

"The Island.. my movie.." He blinked at his copy, wearing the suddenly familiar white jumpsuit. "This is a dream!"

"It took you long enough..." the other said, pushing him back onto the springy mattress. Clothing was quickly lost, leaving only identical bodies, to slide and grind against each other. A hand (Ewan couldn't determine whose.. but it was undoubtedly 'his' anyway) closed around someone's length, and a body arched into the touch, legs caught up, around a waist.. he'd almost forgotten about that scar, there... It wasn't in a place you regularly examined in the mirror...

"I wonder if this counts as masturbation.." thought out loud, panting as one twisted up to meet the other's mouth in a fierce kiss. There was a few moments of fumbling, and then a push... thrust.. slowly sinking down into oblivion. There was only one thing that could have made the moment bette-

"Imagine I'm Hayden.." one of the Ewan's said to the other, both forgetting just which was real. They were, essentially, one.

"Nnngghh God!" was the eloquent response. That was all it took for both to find their release.

When Ewan opened his eyes again, it was to view the dark ceiling of his hotel room. One hand was coated in rapidly cooling stickiness. He made a face at the sensation.

"I come all the way down here to see you.. Bargain with everyone but the devil, to find a few days to escape.. and you've started without me." Ewan was simply too sated at the moment to jump at the voice. He sat up, slowly reclaiming his thoughts from sleep.

"Hayden.. How did you-"

"You've been using the same phony name for hotel rooms, since Attack of the Clones.. and probably before. It was only a matter of narrowing down the hotels you might be staying at, and making calls to the front desks." Well, that covered that.

"But, the door-" Ewan tried to point out, as he threw his legs over the side of the bed, making to stand up.

"Wasn't even closed all the way." Hayden was smiling, but it didn't hide the note of rebuke in his voice, for Ewan's carelessness. The older actor scowled, at the tone. Cursing quietly, under his breath, that anyone could make a mistake, he sauntered over to Hayden, who was casually leaning in the doorway of the small bedroom. The taller man bent down into a friendly kiss. More of greeting, and affection, than any burning passion.. at least at the moment.

The embrace broke off, and the two actors simply leaned against one another, enjoying the warmth and peace of the chaste contact. After another few seconds, Ewan pulled away, walking to the small bathroom, to clean up the mess he'd made on himself. Hayden stretched slightly, toeing off his shoes, and hoping the bed was as comfortable as it looked. It was nearly three AM, and he was exhausted from the flight, and endless phone calls to track the other down.

"I brought Budweiser..." He said over the noise of Ewan playing with the faucets, setting on the edge of the bed. "To celebrate the wrap of The Island, and all.. I would have put them in the mini fridge, but 'that' was actually locked. You know.. it's so reassuring to know that if a psycho wandered by your room, at night, and happened to pass through the unlocked door.. that he wouldn't be able to access your booze." The water stopped, and there was a click as Ewan turned off the bathroom light.

"There is no mini-fridge, Mr. Glass..."

"Very funny.. Really, where's the key?" Hayden was simply too tired, to glare properly.

"Under the place mat, on the table." Ewan dropped down next to his clandestine lover, making himself properly comfortable.

"Who would ever think to look for a key under a mat, right?" the Canadian dropped a warm kiss on the other's neck, and pulled away with a loud yawn.

"Precisely." the word came out muddled, being spoken into the others mouth. Hayden pushed the shorter man from him, gently.

"Hold on a minute.." he said, as a thought occurred to him. "No, 'How many times have I asked you to stop buying that weasel piss you call beer.' ? No, 'Haven't I taught you anything, at all, about decent liquor.' ?" Hayden delivered this in a very credible impression of the older actor. Ewan actually pouted. There was certainly more pressing matters at hand than to criticize Hayden's choice in beer. Even if the youth was wrong. He knew there was a time for complaining about petty things.. And a time for seducing your no-longer impressionable former costar. As much as he enjoyed the first option, this was definitely a time for the latter, and he would thank Hayden very much for ackowledging that he knew the difference. Not to mention leaving mockery aside, until the post-coital bliss.

"You know, Hayden.. Imitation is not, actually, the most sincere form of flattery." He grinned at the adorably confused expression on the others face, before kissing him, again. Leaving no room, this time, for discussion.

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