The Sweetest Eyes

Posted: July 2003
Title: The Sweetest Eyes
Author: Alex
Type: RPS
Characters: Hugo Weaving and Russell Crowe
Rating: NC-17
Beta: LadyHawksShadow
Disclaimer: I do not know these people and this is a complete work of fiction.
Timeline: During the filming of Proof, around 1988
Author's Note: This is for Hawk. She made a nice beggy face.
Summary: Hugo and Russell ponder the nature of their characters' relationship.

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THE SWEETEST EYES

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen. -
- Elton John

Hugo was tired. He had laughed until he thought he might puke doing the scene after the drive-in incident.

"Fancy a beer?" Russell asked him.

The boy was beautiful and damned talented, too. Hugo liked working with him.

Russell drove them to a loud, rowdy bar where everyone knew him by name. An aging barmaid with a too low neckline smiled at them.

"What can I get for you and your friend, honey?" She obviously knew Russell by her familiarity with him and by the way she kept pushing her cleavage at him, which he didn't seem to mind at all.

She brought their drinks a few minutes later and squealed like a girl when he pinched her butt. Russell just grinned and winked at Hugo when the other man raised an eyebrow at his antics. That, too, was part of the norm for Crowe, it seemed.

"So," the younger man asked him as they both sipped their beer, "was Martin in love with Andy?"

The question surprised Hugo. He had not really considered them more than friends. He supposed that it could all be considered a very veiled love story and said as much to Russell.

"Shit! After all that eye color talk, I thought for sure they'd shag when they went into Martin's little house."

"Really? Would it have bothered you?" Hugo was curious.

"Me? Nah! It's all actin' anyway. Right?"

"Yeah, that's right." But Hugo couldn't seem to stop looking at those green eyes and wondering what it would have been like to kiss Russell.

They drank a few beers and finally decided to call it a night. They had an early call tomorrow and both of them were tired. They piled back into a car not unlike Andy's car in the movie. Russell drove Hugo home.

"Thanks for the beers, Russ. See you tomorrow." He turned to go.

"Hey!" Hugo turned back. Russell said, "If I'd have been Andy, I'd have kissed Martin. The man had the most beautiful eyes."

Hugo just stood there. He didn't say a word. He couldn't. He just stared as the other man put his car in gear and drove away.

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Russell was his same normal self the next day on the set and Hugo wondered if maybe he had dreamed the whole thing. He was filming another one of the Andy scenes; this time it was the ending scene where Martin tells Andy he might come to the restaurant tomorrow and asked if he'll be there.

"Want another beer?"

God, Hugo thought, he looked hopeful like a child waiting for a candy treat.

"Sure." There was no way he could say no to that face.

Same bar, same lusty barmaid. This time she flirted with Hugo a little, too. He wasn't bold and brash like Russell and he mostly just blushed.

"Well?"

"Well what?" He was confused. There had been no lead in question so he had no idea what the younger actor was talking about.

"You think Martin and Andy were lovers?"

"Uh, well, I'm not sure. I suppose they may have been."

Same as the night before they went out to the car and Russell drove Hugo home. But that is where things changed.

"Can I come in?"

"Errrr, sure." Hugo was a little unnerved by the questions and by Russell's question. He didn't think he had done anything to encourage the younger man. Or had he?

He unlocked the door and they both went into the darkened apartment. Hugo started to turn a light on and Russell stopped him.

"I like the dark."

"Do you now?" Hugo was not an idiot and it would seem that he was about to be seduced.

Russell grinned that disarming, aw-shucks grin of his and Hugo felt a ripple of heat go through him. Hugo stood with his back against the closed door. Russell moved closer to him.

"Yes, I like the dark. Makes me feel like Martin must feel, being in the dark all the time."

"How do think Andy would kiss Martin?" Hugo's voice was a low whisper.

Russell moved closer still until they were touching, though just barely.

Russell reached up and closed Hugo's eyes and kissed his eyelids. "I'd kiss Martin's eyes if I were Andy and then I'd kiss his beautiful mouth." And he kissed Hugo's mouth, a soft kiss at first that deepened, as it lasted longer and longer. Russell was still just barely touching Hugo and both of them sighed as the older actor pulled the other one closer to him until they were pressed together from knee to chest.

The kiss and embrace went on until they had to stop to breathe.

"And that's what you think Andy would do?" Hugo's voice was shaky as was his breathing.

"What would Martin do? Would he turn Andy away or would he finally let himself be loved?" Russell whispered as he ran his hands down to take Hugo's hands in his. He lifted the long elegant hands to his face and kissed each palm.

"Martin would look at Andy." Hugo began to run his hands over Russell's face, touching him gently as if he were memorizing the feel of him. He pulled the shorter man's shirt up and over his head and ran his hands down over smooth shoulders and down Russell's back. His hands came back around to the front and unbuckled and unzipped. He slipped them inside, touching bare skin, hot, hard, bare skin.

Russell moaned and swayed against Hugo.

"Andy would want to touch Martin too." He slid his hands up under Hugo's shirt and ran them through the hair on his chest. His fingers found tender nipples and he rubbed them until they were hard and pebbled. His mouth sought Hugo's again. The kiss was bruising as they stumbled to the sofa. They both pulled and jerked on each other's clothes until skin met skin. Hugo moaned as Russell shoved him down and moved on top of him.

He ground his hips impatiently against Hugo. The older man just smiled and met his movements causing both cocks to rub together, making both men even more impatient.

Russell lifted one of Hugo's long, slender legs up so he could slide his hand underneath to touch the older man's tight little opening, ringing the outside with his finger, not penetrating at all, just teasing as he nibbled Hugo's ear.

"I want you, Hugo, now."

"I know. Just not decided whether Martin would let Andy have his way with him or not..." Russell's demanding kiss cut off his speech. His finger dipped into Hugo, making thought as well as speech impossible for the blond actor.

No one said anything for a while as Russell kissed and explored Hugo with his mouth and with his fingers, becoming more insistent with every passing minute. He finally stopped kissing and rose up above Hugo.

"I'm not waiting anymore. You got something...?"

"Look in the kitchen..." Hugo trailed off as Russell disappeared quickly into the kitchen. He was back in seconds with ... something. A bottle of something. It didn't matter. All that mattered to either of them was how fast they could use what he brought back.

Hugo hissed as Russell poured something cold on him, cold and oily. Hugo got down on the floor on his knees with his elbows on the sofa and Russell was pressing into him in seconds. It was going so fast. Russell was big and hard and panting as he thrust deep and hard, slamming Hugo into the couch again and again.

Hugo reached one hand under himself to stroke his cock while he was being drilled into the sofa. Every time Russell pounded into him, he rammed into his own hand.

Russell wondered if his heart was going to pop out of his chest. It was beating so hard that he was almost frightened by it. His vision was even a bit blurry as he drove mercilessly into Hugo, who seemed to require no mercy anyway, exhorting Russell to go faster and harder still. When he came, it was like hitting a wall. Everything stopped for a second, then sensation, light, sound, even smell slammed violently into him. He screamed Hugo's name as the pleasure engulfed him, as he came.

Hugo followed, not able to withstand without reaching his orgasm too.

They both sat on the floor, Hugo sitting a bit carefully while Russell sort of slumped against him.

After awhile, they got up and gravitated to Hugo's bed, neither of them saying a word. Hugo lay on his back and Russell lay in his arms.

"So d'you think this is what Andy would do if he got the chance?" Russell finally asked as he kissed Hugo sleepily.

"Exactly what Andy would do." He smiled and hugged the other actor a little closer.

THE END

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