THIS IS JUDE LAW.
I AM TERRIFIED.
OhMyGohd. OhMyFuhkingGohd. My Ovaries. My beautiful sweet OVARIES. Help. Help. Help.
Jude Law is one of the prettiest women on the planet
dksjfl RPS. I am kind of embarrassed lol. Enjoy :>
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It’s no secret that Jude and Robert are friends, but it had still been kind of a surprise to see Jude on the set of Avengers. What had been more surprising than that, however, was to see just how close Robert and Jude were. They were like brothers, like an old married couple, and Chris found it jarring. Robert was always friendly, of course. Always funny and open. He liked to laugh and encourage the people around him. He was pretty much friends with everyone, but what him and Jude had was definitely on some other level. Chris had found it oddly disheartening. Now, however… Now he wasn’t sure what to think.
He had one man on either side: Jude on his left, Robert on his right. They were chatting animately with each other, but Chris couldn’t have concentrated on what they were saying if he wanted to. They’ve been cruising around town in a limo, and when Chris had been invited along, he’d said Sure! without a second thought. Now he has Robert’s hand on his thigh and Jude’s hand on his mid-back. He’s confused and just a little bit dizzy from worry and alcohol. The alcohol’s helping, though. He’s relaxed, all things considered.
That relaxation goes flying out the window at twenty miles an hour when Robert leans over and bites his ear. Jude laughs when he jumps and says “Ow!” and Robert just grins, then presses a hand to his chest, and sits up a bit more.
“Have you ever kissed a guy, Chris?” he asks.
“What?” Chris says, though it sounds more like “Wmmh?” because Robert kisses him and his head spins like he’s on a corkscrew rollercoaster in Canada. He grabs onto Robert’s shirt for something to hold onto, and the older man seems to take this as encouragement, leaning into him and licking his bottom lip. Chris’ brain stutters to a stop and he takes a moment to contemplate what is actually happening and to calm himself down. Jude’s rubbing his back, probably having felt the tension, and when he doesn’t kiss back. Robert leans back slightly until their lips are just rubbing together.
Chris forces himself to stop thinking too much, to actually think about the things that count, and then he curls his hand in Robert’s hair and pulls him down for a kiss. Over-zealous hands curl in his shirt, lips that taste like wine press tight to his mouth — at an angle and moving in a way that is the perfect line between dirty and sweet —, a smile against his neck and Jude says, “There we are” in his ear.
A hand slides up his shirt — must be Jude’s, Robert’s are both still curled in his shirt — then along his hip, his thigh. The hand moves to cup between his legs and Chris bucks more from surprise than want. This is quick to change, and Chris finds himself melting into the limo seat, skin hot and body wanting.
“There we are,” Jude says again, and Chris moans.
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