Fic: RPF: Worlds Apart (2/?).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Worlds Apart (2/?).
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Pairing: William Moseley/Rupert Grint with appearances by various others.
Rating: R overall.
Warnings: Real person slash. Recreational drug use. Pervy Ben.
Word count: 1,867.
Summary: Sometimes all you need is a change of scenery and the chance to discover something new.
Other Chapters: Here.
Worlds Apart
Part 2
‘I’m thinking Chinawhite,’ says Ben, leaning in close to him and shouting over the top of the music to be heard. ‘Few drinks here and we slip out the back. No one’s going to notice.’
Will casts him a sidelong glance and shakes his head, leaning against the table behind him as he forces back a smile. ‘Everyone’s going to notice,’ he argues. ‘You know they will. We’re the ones they all watch now. They’re all waiting for us to slip up.’
‘Waiting for you to slip up maybe…’ he chuckles. ‘I’ve slipped up many a time and no one gives a damn.’
‘Whatever.’ Echoing Ben’s laugh, he shakes his head and takes a sip from the glass in his hand, looking around the bar.
After sitting for hours at the awards ceremony, he’s glad to be somewhere he can relax a little more and let his hair down so to speak. However, he knows as long as Ben’s involved, they won’t be staying long. He’ll be dragged off to a club somewhere in the middle of Soho, forced to down shots all night and then attempt to look sober upon leaving again. He’s used to it now; they’ve done it a lot over the past month or so, but he still can’t help worrying about it.
‘Come on, Moseley, you know you want to,’ Ben continues and as Will looks at him, he sees the playful glint in those dark eyes and feels himself give in. He’s always had trouble saying no to Ben.
Will simply lifts his shoulders in a shrug to give his answer, smirking as he takes another drink of his champagne. He’s on the hunt for Rupert so that he can deliver the drink he promised, originally, three years ago. But there are so many people here that it’s difficult to pinpoint anyone. He doesn’t recognise the majority of these people, so simply presumes they’re producers, directors, script writers, wives and girlfriends of composers. The list of possibilities is endless, but to him, they’re just a sea of faces to forget come morning.
But then, after what feels like an eternity of searching, he spots a flash of red hair on the other side of the room. He takes several steps away from Ben and several towards the person he presumes is Rupert. His suspicions are confirmed as he notices Emma not far away, chatting with a small group of people and doing a good job of ignoring him.
He looks back to Ben a moment, offering a smile, and then starts in the redhead’s direction. Quite unexpectedly, his companion follows after him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. ‘You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Will,’ he says with a light laugh. ‘I’m not going to spend the night talking to myself.’
‘There’s a group of girls over there looking bored. Go and pester them instead,’ Will says in response, cracking a small smile that lets Ben know he’s joking. ‘You don’t usually have problem with that kind of stuff.’
Shaking his head, Ben’s grip tightens and he says, just loud enough for Will to hear, ‘You’re more interesting.’
Faltering slightly, he nods and keeps walking. Ben’s been coming out with things like that a lot just recently and he’s still not decided quite how to take them. Sure, he’s always been a bit of a flirt, but this is taking it one step too far. Will’s not entirely sure whether he should be flattered or disturbed by the whole thing. He supposes he should be thankful that Ben has never tried to take it any further because he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to say no if he did.
Coming face-to-face with Rupert, he realises then that the redhead looks a little on the distraught side. ‘Rupert, are you OK?’ he pries gently and he’s aware that Ben is stood behind him attempting to look suitably concerned.
The younger actor blinks, and then shakes his head, laughing softly. ‘Yeah I’m… I’m fine,’ he responds gingerly, giving the impression he is anything but fine. ‘Enjoying the party?’ He looks around as he asks this, his face unreadable, but not completely impassive.
‘To be honest with you,’ Ben chips in. ‘We were thinking of doing a runner. These things are never as interesting as you think they’re going to be. Plus, I really can’t be arsed to spend the rest of the evening on my best behaviour in case any of these guys want to cast me some point in the future.’
Will looks at him and perks an eyebrow. ‘When you put it that way, you have a very good point,’ he says in disbelief.
But then, who would want to spend the entire night schmoozing with the casting agents when all they really should have been doing was having a good old time and getting rip-roaring drunk? It didn’t hurt to celebrate the fact that none of them had won a single thing yet again. The BAFTAs were slowly turning into the Oscars – the gongs always going to the films that no one has even seen. It was getting predictable, so they probably never would get a look in either.
‘What can I get you then? Beer? Another glass of champagne?’
Time to change the subject again, and for some reason Ben has stolen the words right from his lips, his mouth curling up into a brilliant smile.
‘I would like to remind you that the champagne is free for as long as we can stomach it,’ he adds, laughing softly. ‘So if you ask me, it’s a no-brainer.’
Will shakes his head but shrugs his shoulders in agreement anyway. Braving the queue at the bar is a task he’s not ready for yet. There are only a few people loitering around, but already it looks like a rugby scrum. He’s never really had the physique for that kind of thing.
After a moments deliberation their decision is made for them and Ben steals three glasses from the next waiter to pass by, flashing him an overzealous smile as he does so. ‘Here we go,’ he says softly, dishing the champagne around and then raising his own glass for a toast. ‘To losing, may we continue to do so spectacularly.’
‘Cheery,’ Rupert murmurs.
‘Well you’ve got to keep looking on the bright side, at least we looked good doing it,’ says Ben.
He may very well be laughing about it, but Will knows that he’s serious. And he supposes that Ben has a point, may as well try and find some kind of positive from the negative.
‘How about it then?’ Fancy joining us in our bid for freedom?’ questions Ben and Will glances in his direction just as Rupert shrugs in agreement. ‘You are still coming aren’t you, Will?’ he adds with a bright smile.
Will has no real reason to say no now so nods, downing the glass of champagne in his hand and smiling at them both. ‘Great,’ he responds. ‘But no absinthe today, you know what happened last time I let you come near me with that stuff.’
‘A good time was had by all,’ Ben states quite matter of fact. ‘I don’t know what your problem is.’
The problem is that he ended up getting a little overfriendly with a barman by the name of Antonio. Not so much of a problem at first of course, but then Ben had decided it might be fun to watch, which was when the trouble started. It had seemed like a fantastic idea at the time. Although come dawn, Antonio was nowhere to be seen and Will had woken up to find Ben in bed next to him and no recollection of what had gone on the night before. He may be fond of his co-star, but that had been a little too close for comfort.
‘Ignore him, he’s clinically insane,’ Will says, feeling the need to apologise for Ben’s behaviour. Funnily enough, the older man digs him in the ribs for his efforts.
Rupert on the other hand is smiling brightly. ‘You have met Dan, haven’t you?’ he queries with a laugh.
They all chat for another ten minutes or so, batting stories back and forth of onset pranks, while Ben continues to ply them both with champagne and steals glances at a few of the girls on the dance floor. Twenty minutes ago a group of young Americans had taken to the floor, bumping and grinding like there’s no tomorrow and Will can’t blame Ben for staring, because he’s beginning to find his own eyes wandering, too.
‘You should tell Emma to get up there and join them, I bet she’s good at that,’ Ben says absently.
‘I wouldn’t know,’ Rupert replies a little more argumentatively than they expected. ‘We’ve never really… well…’
Ben shakes his head. ‘No?’ he shoots back and laughs in disbelief. ‘But I thought you two were, you know-’ Will looks over, half expecting him to start making obscene gestures with his hands, but he refrains. ‘Well, I always thought you were at it like rabbits if I’m honest.’
‘No… we’re not.’
‘Oh.’ Ben bites on his lip. ‘That’s me told then.’
Will looks around awkwardly for a moment before throwing back yet another glass of champagne and clearing his throat. ‘Shall we get going?’ he asks hopefully, looking between the other two, his eyebrows perked inquisitively.
Rupert is the one to answer, setting his glass aside and glancing across the room. ‘I should tell someone I’m leaving,’ he says anxiously. ‘Don’t want anyone sending out a search party.’
‘Tell Emma, and then bring her along with us,’ Ben suggests, a playful smile on his face.
Shooting him a look, Will shakes his head in disbelief. Ben got worse with each passing day. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up one day to find that Ben had stolen a girlfriend (or boyfriend, depending on who you spoke to) from him. The older man was always so keen to jump in peoples graves, sometimes a little sooner than he really should have been doing, which drove Will mad.
‘What?’ Ben questions, noticing him look over in his direction. ‘If Rupert here doesn’t want her, what’s the harm in looking?’
Thankfully Rupert has already headed off in search of Emma by the time he says this. And an uneasy silence falls over them both as they await his return. Around them, people are knocking back drink after drink, speech slurring, hands wandering and all inhibitions are ancient history. Perhaps hanging around here wouldn’t have been that bad after all. Best behaviour seems to have been forgotten by all, caution thrown to the wind.
‘Emma’s staying here,’ announces Rupert upon returning. He doesn’t look very happy as he says this and Will suspects he caught her doing something unsavoury with someone. That is not the face of a man who’s been snubbed for free drinks alone.
Ben doesn’t notice this apparently and slings an arm around each of them, grinning. ‘Off we go then!’ he enthuses. ’You’re going to thank me for tonight lads.’
And suddenly Will really wants to know why.
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Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: William Moseley/Rupert Grint with appearances by various others.
Rating: R overall.
Warnings: Real person slash. Recreational drug use. Pervy Ben.
Word count: 1,867.
Summary: Sometimes all you need is a change of scenery and the chance to discover something new.
Other Chapters: Here.
Worlds Apart
Part 2
‘I’m thinking Chinawhite,’ says Ben, leaning in close to him and shouting over the top of the music to be heard. ‘Few drinks here and we slip out the back. No one’s going to notice.’
Will casts him a sidelong glance and shakes his head, leaning against the table behind him as he forces back a smile. ‘Everyone’s going to notice,’ he argues. ‘You know they will. We’re the ones they all watch now. They’re all waiting for us to slip up.’
‘Waiting for you to slip up maybe…’ he chuckles. ‘I’ve slipped up many a time and no one gives a damn.’
‘Whatever.’ Echoing Ben’s laugh, he shakes his head and takes a sip from the glass in his hand, looking around the bar.
After sitting for hours at the awards ceremony, he’s glad to be somewhere he can relax a little more and let his hair down so to speak. However, he knows as long as Ben’s involved, they won’t be staying long. He’ll be dragged off to a club somewhere in the middle of Soho, forced to down shots all night and then attempt to look sober upon leaving again. He’s used to it now; they’ve done it a lot over the past month or so, but he still can’t help worrying about it.
‘Come on, Moseley, you know you want to,’ Ben continues and as Will looks at him, he sees the playful glint in those dark eyes and feels himself give in. He’s always had trouble saying no to Ben.
Will simply lifts his shoulders in a shrug to give his answer, smirking as he takes another drink of his champagne. He’s on the hunt for Rupert so that he can deliver the drink he promised, originally, three years ago. But there are so many people here that it’s difficult to pinpoint anyone. He doesn’t recognise the majority of these people, so simply presumes they’re producers, directors, script writers, wives and girlfriends of composers. The list of possibilities is endless, but to him, they’re just a sea of faces to forget come morning.
But then, after what feels like an eternity of searching, he spots a flash of red hair on the other side of the room. He takes several steps away from Ben and several towards the person he presumes is Rupert. His suspicions are confirmed as he notices Emma not far away, chatting with a small group of people and doing a good job of ignoring him.
He looks back to Ben a moment, offering a smile, and then starts in the redhead’s direction. Quite unexpectedly, his companion follows after him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. ‘You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Will,’ he says with a light laugh. ‘I’m not going to spend the night talking to myself.’
‘There’s a group of girls over there looking bored. Go and pester them instead,’ Will says in response, cracking a small smile that lets Ben know he’s joking. ‘You don’t usually have problem with that kind of stuff.’
Shaking his head, Ben’s grip tightens and he says, just loud enough for Will to hear, ‘You’re more interesting.’
Faltering slightly, he nods and keeps walking. Ben’s been coming out with things like that a lot just recently and he’s still not decided quite how to take them. Sure, he’s always been a bit of a flirt, but this is taking it one step too far. Will’s not entirely sure whether he should be flattered or disturbed by the whole thing. He supposes he should be thankful that Ben has never tried to take it any further because he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to say no if he did.
Coming face-to-face with Rupert, he realises then that the redhead looks a little on the distraught side. ‘Rupert, are you OK?’ he pries gently and he’s aware that Ben is stood behind him attempting to look suitably concerned.
The younger actor blinks, and then shakes his head, laughing softly. ‘Yeah I’m… I’m fine,’ he responds gingerly, giving the impression he is anything but fine. ‘Enjoying the party?’ He looks around as he asks this, his face unreadable, but not completely impassive.
‘To be honest with you,’ Ben chips in. ‘We were thinking of doing a runner. These things are never as interesting as you think they’re going to be. Plus, I really can’t be arsed to spend the rest of the evening on my best behaviour in case any of these guys want to cast me some point in the future.’
Will looks at him and perks an eyebrow. ‘When you put it that way, you have a very good point,’ he says in disbelief.
But then, who would want to spend the entire night schmoozing with the casting agents when all they really should have been doing was having a good old time and getting rip-roaring drunk? It didn’t hurt to celebrate the fact that none of them had won a single thing yet again. The BAFTAs were slowly turning into the Oscars – the gongs always going to the films that no one has even seen. It was getting predictable, so they probably never would get a look in either.
‘What can I get you then? Beer? Another glass of champagne?’
Time to change the subject again, and for some reason Ben has stolen the words right from his lips, his mouth curling up into a brilliant smile.
‘I would like to remind you that the champagne is free for as long as we can stomach it,’ he adds, laughing softly. ‘So if you ask me, it’s a no-brainer.’
Will shakes his head but shrugs his shoulders in agreement anyway. Braving the queue at the bar is a task he’s not ready for yet. There are only a few people loitering around, but already it looks like a rugby scrum. He’s never really had the physique for that kind of thing.
After a moments deliberation their decision is made for them and Ben steals three glasses from the next waiter to pass by, flashing him an overzealous smile as he does so. ‘Here we go,’ he says softly, dishing the champagne around and then raising his own glass for a toast. ‘To losing, may we continue to do so spectacularly.’
‘Cheery,’ Rupert murmurs.
‘Well you’ve got to keep looking on the bright side, at least we looked good doing it,’ says Ben.
He may very well be laughing about it, but Will knows that he’s serious. And he supposes that Ben has a point, may as well try and find some kind of positive from the negative.
‘How about it then?’ Fancy joining us in our bid for freedom?’ questions Ben and Will glances in his direction just as Rupert shrugs in agreement. ‘You are still coming aren’t you, Will?’ he adds with a bright smile.
Will has no real reason to say no now so nods, downing the glass of champagne in his hand and smiling at them both. ‘Great,’ he responds. ‘But no absinthe today, you know what happened last time I let you come near me with that stuff.’
‘A good time was had by all,’ Ben states quite matter of fact. ‘I don’t know what your problem is.’
The problem is that he ended up getting a little overfriendly with a barman by the name of Antonio. Not so much of a problem at first of course, but then Ben had decided it might be fun to watch, which was when the trouble started. It had seemed like a fantastic idea at the time. Although come dawn, Antonio was nowhere to be seen and Will had woken up to find Ben in bed next to him and no recollection of what had gone on the night before. He may be fond of his co-star, but that had been a little too close for comfort.
‘Ignore him, he’s clinically insane,’ Will says, feeling the need to apologise for Ben’s behaviour. Funnily enough, the older man digs him in the ribs for his efforts.
Rupert on the other hand is smiling brightly. ‘You have met Dan, haven’t you?’ he queries with a laugh.
They all chat for another ten minutes or so, batting stories back and forth of onset pranks, while Ben continues to ply them both with champagne and steals glances at a few of the girls on the dance floor. Twenty minutes ago a group of young Americans had taken to the floor, bumping and grinding like there’s no tomorrow and Will can’t blame Ben for staring, because he’s beginning to find his own eyes wandering, too.
‘You should tell Emma to get up there and join them, I bet she’s good at that,’ Ben says absently.
‘I wouldn’t know,’ Rupert replies a little more argumentatively than they expected. ‘We’ve never really… well…’
Ben shakes his head. ‘No?’ he shoots back and laughs in disbelief. ‘But I thought you two were, you know-’ Will looks over, half expecting him to start making obscene gestures with his hands, but he refrains. ‘Well, I always thought you were at it like rabbits if I’m honest.’
‘No… we’re not.’
‘Oh.’ Ben bites on his lip. ‘That’s me told then.’
Will looks around awkwardly for a moment before throwing back yet another glass of champagne and clearing his throat. ‘Shall we get going?’ he asks hopefully, looking between the other two, his eyebrows perked inquisitively.
Rupert is the one to answer, setting his glass aside and glancing across the room. ‘I should tell someone I’m leaving,’ he says anxiously. ‘Don’t want anyone sending out a search party.’
‘Tell Emma, and then bring her along with us,’ Ben suggests, a playful smile on his face.
Shooting him a look, Will shakes his head in disbelief. Ben got worse with each passing day. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up one day to find that Ben had stolen a girlfriend (or boyfriend, depending on who you spoke to) from him. The older man was always so keen to jump in peoples graves, sometimes a little sooner than he really should have been doing, which drove Will mad.
‘What?’ Ben questions, noticing him look over in his direction. ‘If Rupert here doesn’t want her, what’s the harm in looking?’
Thankfully Rupert has already headed off in search of Emma by the time he says this. And an uneasy silence falls over them both as they await his return. Around them, people are knocking back drink after drink, speech slurring, hands wandering and all inhibitions are ancient history. Perhaps hanging around here wouldn’t have been that bad after all. Best behaviour seems to have been forgotten by all, caution thrown to the wind.
‘Emma’s staying here,’ announces Rupert upon returning. He doesn’t look very happy as he says this and Will suspects he caught her doing something unsavoury with someone. That is not the face of a man who’s been snubbed for free drinks alone.
Ben doesn’t notice this apparently and slings an arm around each of them, grinning. ‘Off we go then!’ he enthuses. ’You’re going to thank me for tonight lads.’
And suddenly Will really wants to know why.
.x.
