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Title: A Chance Well Taken © 2013
Part: 3/?
Pairing(s): Jude Law/Alex Law (Ewan McGregor)
Fandoms: Breaking and Entering/ Shallow Grave
Type: RPS, AU, Crossover
Rating: PG - NC-17
Genre: * Drama * Hurt/Comfort *
Warnings: * Adult Content *
Summary: A promising architect finds it difficult to emotionally connect with people after his marriage failed. Then he meets someone from the lowest parts of society and the outcome of that meeting is quite unexpected.
Author’s note:

Ewan's character is Alex Law, a journalist in 'Shallow Grave' from 1994. Alex speaks traditional Scottish in this story, so brace yourself.

The musical part of Alex’s background is borrowed from "Doggin’ Around", also from 1994.

Jude played an architect in 'Breaking and Entering', from 2006. I'm just borrowing the set and parts of the story for his character.

>> SPOILERS? Oh yes... All over the place and in every nook and cranny as well. No way to escape knowing the dramatic climatic end nor the plot of the movies involved in this story. <<

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¤ Chapter 1 ¤ ¤ Chapter 2 ¤


Rubbing the back of his neck a few times, Alex then made the decision to follow Jude into the building. "What's oan offer?" Alex asked, as he dropped his jacket on Jude's desk.

"I'm ordering pizza. What d'you like?"

"Everythin’," Alex said and looked at Jude with challenging yet sparkling eyes.

Jude ignored the attitude and dialled a number. "Yeah, I'd like two family pizzas with everything delivered, thanks. I have an account... 20 3642 5761. Deliver to the last address I used. You have it? Great. Ta."

Alex went to the table and sat down heavily. "Am Ah yer charity assignment, like?"

"You're a person, Alex. And for some reason I can stand your company."

"Ur ye bent, like?” Alex asked looking at him without blinking.

"What?" Jude asked taken aback.

"Bent? Gay?”

"Yeah, I heard you the first time. Why would you ask me that?" Was he that transparent?

Alex got a casual look on his face and he shrugged delicately. Well, all right. Jude caught his drift right away.

"Oh, I see. You think I’m asking you because I want sex in return? That you have to pay for this with sex," Jude answered.

Alex flared up again. "Who said anythin' abit payin'? Ye offered 'at out of yer own, Jude! Ah ne'er asked fur food!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I know you didn’t.” Jude held his breath for a moment and continued, “But tell me to cancel that pizza and I'll do it."

"Shite," Alex got up and ripped off his knitted hat. His striking red hair spilled all over his shoulders reflecting the light in a mesmerising range from copper to strawberry blond.

Jude couldn’t not stare at it. He even noticed that it wasn't oily at all. In fact, Alex looked quite clean all the time. "Where do you shower?" he asked out of curiosity.

Alex looked over at Jude with a baffled expression on his face. "Isnae 'at a bit of a personal question?"

"No offence. You look like you take care of yourself. So I was just...”

"Public... restrooms." Alex looked away. Apparently, it was not a cool experience.

"You want a shower? A hot shower? There's a bathroom upstairs."

Alex scoffed. Clearly, it was difficult for him to comprehend why Jude was offering him things. Maybe he'd been homeless longer than Jude thought and gotten cynical.

"How long have you been homeless?" he asked.

"It's nane ay yer business!" Alex flared up by now rather predictably. Pulling off an elastic band on his wrist, he quickly gathered his hair in a ponytail.

Jude was getting annoyed by how quickly he hit the wrong buttons. In all honesty, he had no idea if Alex could be wound up too much and snap. Maybe he was violent when he snapped, but still Jude didn’t feel Alex was a violent man. "I'll keep my mouth shut. I can't say the right things anyway. I had no idea you were so touchy."

Alex groaned and stuck a lock of escaped hair behind his ear. Jude felt an instant tingle in the tips of his fingers. His nervous system told him how much he wanted to do that for Alex. The problem of being bisexual was to remember which approach was suited for girls and which for blokes. Alex was an enigma. Jude couldn’t figure him out. No matter how many times Jude’s eyes lingered on Alex, he didn’t receive the same kind of looks from him. The Scot didn’t check out Jude in kind. In fact, he didn’t get any gay vibes from him at all.

"Braw. I've bin homeless fur a puckle months an' it's shite frae th' moment Ah wake up til th' moment Ah try an' catch some sleep. Ther’ is hardly an hour in atween those times coz ye cannae relax ootwith. Yoo're cold an' yoo're pure scared tae fall asleep completely coz ye micht gie mugged, ur someain wants tae kick yer kidneys loose ur bash yer heed in jist fur fun. Aam..." Alex stopped talking. "It's shite bein’ homeless."

“That’s a long time. I can’t even imagine that. What can you do about it?" Jude asked.

Alex seemed to shrink a few sizes. Then he met Jude's gaze head on. "Aam sorry 'at Ah yelled at ye, Jude..." Alex said, embarrassed about his outburst, "since ye hae naethin' fur tae dae abit me bein' in thes situation tae begin wi'."

"What are you going to do about it, Alex?" Jude repeated.

"Ah jist wish Ah coods hae a base fur while. An' mebbe puckle gigs a week. Some peace an' whieest fur a while. Jist enaw tae finish mah story." Alex slowly stroked the beard on his chin. "That's abit it."

“You’re a musician?” Jude asked, trying to ignore the sensation in his groin that watching Alex touching his beard gave him.

“Och aye,” Alex said proudly. “An’ a journalist. Well, Ah was... it’s anovver story. But Ah play th' double-bass. Like Stin'? From Polis?”

“Sting. Right.” Jude smiled, but then he wouldn’t know if Alex was playing bass as well as Sting. “Where’s your bass then?” he asked instead, feeling more than intrigued.

“At a friend’s. He’s keepin’ it fur me. Jist didnae have th' space tae lit me bide, too.”

“Why not?”

“He jist got a baby ‘en an' his burd dinnae like me much.”

“At least you have a place for your bass.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Sure. Ah hope it’s still there next time. Same goes fur mah laptop.” Alex pointed at Jude to stress his point. “She’s th' type who’d pawn mah stuff withit askin'.”

Jude cocked his head incredulously. That was simply unacceptable. “You can keep them here, Alex. Seriously. I’d keep your things in a closet with a lock on it.”

Alex got a strange look in his eyes and they filmed over for a few moments before he collected himself and nodded. “'at woods be great. Cheers.”

“No worries,” Jude said and smiled. "I'm planning on working tonight. I have a few minor deadlines, and I'd like to clear them away. You're welcome to sleep here."

"An' when ye leave?" The wheels were already turning inside Alex’s head, planning where to go after Jude kicked him out.

"I'm sleeping here, too. I do that occasionally when I work late. Going home for a few hours only to return at 9am seems like a waste of time for me."

"Were ye gonnae dae 'at anyway?" Alex asked slowly, as he looked for signs of lies in Jude's face.

"Yeah... Well, initially before my colleagues persuaded me to go to the pub with them. But I still have those deadlines and getting drunk instead suddenly seemed idiotic."

"Aw reit. Cheers. Ah appreciate it."

Someone knocked on the glass door, and Jude got up and went to greet the pizza guy. After tipping, he returned to the table and dished out the pizzas. One for each of them.

Alex opened his box and he smiled almost bashfully at Jude when he realised that he had in fact gotten a pizza with everything on it. "Cheers, Jude," he said and then he laughed gleefully and picked up a slice.

“No worries, Alex,” Jude replied with a grin. "You want a plate?" he asked half getting up.

"Thenks. Nae. Ah eat them reit it out th' box.”

"Me, too," Jude laughed. He always used a plate when he was living with Liv, but all by himself? Never. Getting up nevertheless, he went to the fridge and surveyed the contents. "Coke? Beer, Summersby..."

"Beer?" Alex asked hopefully, and then rubbed his hands when Jude got two cans of beer for them.

"Sweit. Pure cold. Cheers!" Alex reached across the table and clapped the back of Jude's hand lying there.

Jude smiled. "Nice isn’t?" After a few bites, he asked, "Wanna watch some telly?"

"Yeah, yeah." Alex was all smiles now and Jude returned every one of them. “Mmm...” Alex said with his mouth full of pizza. “Where’s th’ remote?” he asked, clearly making himself at home.

“Here.” Jude got it from the shelf on the wall behind the chair.

After watching football for about twenty minutes, Alex asked, “Weren’t ye supposed tae wark tonecht?”

Jude chuckled. “Yeah, I know I promised myself that, but then I have all weekend to finish up. This is nice, too.”

Their eyes met across the table and, after a few moments, Alex looked away rubbing the sudden goose bumps on his arms vigorously. That was the first time Jude was sure Alex had looked at him with interest. The feeling was thrilling, and Alex’s reaction even more promising.

Playing it casual, Jude asked, “You’re cold?”

“Nae,” Alex denied profusely and pulled the elastic band from his hair, as he stood up. “Ah hink I’ll tak' ye up oan 'at shower offer.”

“Oh! Right. Now?” Jude asked, and when Alex nodded, he got up, too. “Might as well show you the upstairs facilities.”

Alex sighed and slipped his hand up under his sweatshirt to rub his full stomach. Jude followed the motion with his eyes. He saw a glimpse of a happy trail the same colour as Alex’s facial hair, leading from his navel and disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. When his eyes slid up to Alex’s, the Scot wasn’t even paying attention and, with a silent sigh of his own, Jude went up the stairs with Alex following.

Halfway up, Jude turned and sent Alex a smile when their eyes met. Alex grinned back in that cheeky way of his and Jude chuckled. It was nice to see the Scot with more confidence than the cowering bloke he'd met at first.

“Okay. So the loo is on the left,” Jude said and pointed. “Then we have a guestroom in here, and a bedroom at the end of this... very long hall,” Jude joked.

“What’s in here?” Alex asked and stuck his head around the doorframe.

“A real kitchen actually,” Jude said and reached around the bassist to flick on the lights.

“What’s th' difference frae th' one downstairs?” Alex asked.

“It’s got a stove and a dishwasher,” Jude said close to Alex’s ear.

Alex just smiled at him and turned his face towards the guestroom. Jude watched him as he moved on; watched his arse and narrow hips move in those tight jeans particularly, before he went after him.

Alex found the switch and flicked on the lights in there. “It’s got nae bed, Jude,” he stated right away, as he stepped into the room.

“What?” Jude went and stood behind him scanning the room. However, Alex was right. The makeshift bed wasn’t there. “Oh, bloody hell. Someone must have lent the bed without telling me.” Jude ran his fingers through his short hair and then stopped the motion. “Perhaps it’s in the bedroom. I’ll go and check.”

“It’s okay, Jude. Pure. Ah appreciate th' effort though,” Alex said.

It only took Jude a second to understand what made him say that. He realised that Alex was already contemplating on moving to plan B. That he assumed Jude wouldn’t be able to accommodate him after all, and that he’d skip the shower and leave now.

“It’s no trouble, Alex. Relax.” Jude lifted a wrist and motioned for the Scot to not assume the worst beforehand. Jude wanted Alex to stay. He just had to take care not being too excited about it and chasing him away. Going to the bedroom, he hit the lights there. The makeshift bed wasn’t in there, but the double bed was. With nice crisp clean sheets. Plenty of space for two men. Swallowing thickly, Jude already envisioned Alex in his bed.

“Um... I... there is a bed here, but not the one in question...”

Alex stood next to him. “Och. We can shere 'en, reit?” he asked. “Unless... ye dornt...”

“It’s fine, Alex. Of course, we can share. It’s just for one night.”

Alex frowned. “Joost a bludy nicht an' 'en ye toss me out again, like?”

“Forget that. I...”

“Look, Jude,” Alex said and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ah feel ye try an' come athwart 'at althoogh yoo’re nae bent, yoo’re open minded an' have nae problem abit bent issues. Aan' yit, yoo’re pure havin' a difficult time pickin' yer words coz deep doon inside, yoo’re nae pure comfortable abit th' subject when it hits ye in th' face, reit?”

Jude frowned in concentration to catch Alex’s flow of fast chopped off words. “What d’you mean?”

“Yoo’re shite scared tae shere 'at bed wi' me..”

“I’m not! Why would I be scared to share the bed with you? I’m practically offering it!” Jude blurted offended.

“Terrific. I’ll sleep oan th' right-hain side,” Alex said, as he turned and marched towards the bathroom.

“Fine. Okay. I’ll... just take the left-hand side, then,” Jude said lamely. Jude stood staring at his retreating back. Did that mean that Alex was gay after all, or did he just voice his own liberal opinion on the subject? Should he just spit it out and simply tell Alex how wrong he was?

Never had he had such a difficult time communicating to a person that he was attracted to them. It was the same kind of head spinning games girls exposed boys to, and Jude hated having to guess what somebody else thought about him. Alex just... slipped through his fingers not giving any indication if he was interested. Jude knew he'd seen him checking him out. He hadn't exactly hidden it from the Scot. And now, Alex was basically telling him he thought Jude was a homophobe or so closeted he didn’t even know he was gay. Jude laughed helplessly at how ridiculous this was becoming.

Going down the hall, Jude stood outside the bathroom door. He heard the shower running and, as he psyched himself up for the task, he reached out and knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” Alex’s voice was heard.

“I need the loo.”

There was a pause and then Alex replied, “Aw reit.”

Jude waited patiently, but Alex didn’t come and unlock the door.


Yes? The duir is open, Jude,” he heard Alex call out.

Rolling his eyes, Jude entered the bathroom. Alex was already in the shower, which surprised Jude. But maybe the guy was used to operating fast when the opportunity arose and not wasting time dwadling. Jude wished he’d entered before Alex had entered the shower. Of course, he wanted to see more of that stomach and alluring happy trail. He wanted to see Alex naked. See everything. Touching him.

Fuck. He’d better pull himself together if he wanted to be able to take a piss before a hard on made that impossible. Unzipping his workpants, Jude pulled out his cock to start emptying his bladder. When he was done, he shook off the drops and tucked himself back in. Half-turning, he darted a look at how Alex was faring, but judging by the motions behind the matted glass cubicle; the Scot was still busy showering. Jude took his fill looking at the slender lines of the man’s body. There was an aesthetic quality in the way he moved, and Jude wondered if Alex was a good dancer. Good dancers usually meant that they were good in bed...

Jude sent himself an exasperated look in the mirror when he washed his hands. He couldn’t recognise his thought process at all right now. Finding someone arousing when he thought he wasn't able to become attracted to people anymore was fucking with his judgment. He just knew he’d miss his chance with Alex and withdraw into himself, as yet another attempt to commit to somebody failed.

“Heh...” Alex greeted him, as he stepped out of the shower. Jude looked up and caught Alex’s eyes via the mirror. Alex’s eyes then darted around the room, and Jude caught his drift.

“Hang on. I’ll get you a towel.” Jude quickly fetched a couple and handed them to the Scot who stood in a casual pose in the middle of the room. Droplets of water fell on his shoulders and chest making traces down his body. Jude couldn’t not look at Alex and let his eyes linger when his guest slowly dried himself off. Alex was so easy in his own skin, so comfortable and not attempting to cover up his nakedness. It was as if he gave Jude a chance to have a really good look at him.

Suddenly, Jude noticed a straight prominent scar around the left-hand side of Alex’s collarbone. Of course, it wouldn’t be proper to ask where he’d gotten that scar, but it called for a few ideas. Maybe Alex had been robbed and stabbed... or maybe he just had some surgery?

Realising he was staring, Jude looked away. Alex’s perfectly relaxed behaviour reminded Jude that the Scot still didn’t leave him a clue whether or not he was interested in Jude and frustrated, he went out the door. When he passed it, he heard a soft chuckle from Alex. That just told Jude that maybe Alex was testing him to see when he'd initiate something, or at least speak up about his desires. No matter how gorgeous Alex was, the quiet taunt made Jude start regretting that he’d invited him in.

Descending the stairs, Jude went and turned off the TV and lights. He was tired now and wanted to go to bed. Returning slowly up the staircase, he then went directly to the bedroom. He supposed he should have brushed his teeth but couldn’t be arsed to bother with it now. He’d do it in the morning. Now his bed was calling for him, and he smiled with a little sigh when he got into the room.

Alex was already lying on the right-hand side as he’d requested, and so Jude sat down on the left-hand side. Pulling off his shirt and pants, he then mulled over if he should keep his underwear on. It would be a rather suggestive action to sleep naked with another bloke. However, if Alex was going to be a tease, Jude wasn’t going to change his own habits. Alex sure didn’t change his, and all this tension was Jude’s own fault thinking up these silly mind games. Resolutely, he took everything off and got under the duvet.

“Yoo’re sae serioos Ah can see th' froon in yer foreheid like in th’ mirror,” Alex whispered in the dark.

Jude was actually frowning and he couldn’t help laughing. “You’re right. I’ll try loosening up.” Alex’s eyes were glinting in the vague moonlight and Jude could tell he was smiling at him.

“So we’re sharin' thes duvit, like?” Alex asked.

“Yeah. We are.” Sighing vocally, Jude rubbed his head against the pillow. “God, I’m so tired.” Lifting his head, he asked Alex, “Do you even have a pillow?”

“Mmmm... ur Ah can jist use yer chest,” Alex replied amused.

Jude grinned. “Go ahead,” he dared him, and moments later, Alex turned and moved close to Jude. "All right," Jude said.

Thrilled that Alex took that invitation literally, Jude now had Alex plastered up against him. Naked warm skin connected to Jude’s side. Alex curled his arm around Jude’s pectoral and rested his hand along Jude’s ribs. Alex’s soft bearded face nuzzled in the crook of Jude’s neck.

Jude inhaled sharply by how good that felt. “Your hair is wet,” he whispered to break the shocking static of noise in his mind.

“Mmm...” Alex murmured and pushed his head further into the groove it already occupied. “Thes is pure nice. Cheers fur lettin' me bide, Jude.”

“Sure. Any... anytime I guess.” All he could think of was the naked cock pushing against his hip, and the texture from the hairs on Alex’s thigh when he rubbed it against Jude’s.

“Cheers,” Alex murmured and Jude felt his hand gradually getting heavier until it slipped away from his ribs leaving Alex’s arm across Jude’s chest like dead weight. God, Jude wanted to explore every inch of Alex’s body, and run his hand down that sleek leg and play with the hairs.

“I wonder what I’d do differently if you’d been a girl. If I’d even let you in if you’d been a girl,” Jude whispered to his sleeping bed partner. “Maybe I should have just shagged you instead of behaving like a brainless twat...”

Slowly, Jude turned in Alex’s embrace. Alex moved closer still with a small murmur and curled his hand around Jude’s shoulder blade. His body was glued against Jude’s and his cock was growing interested.

“Jesus,” Jude whispered to the dark. He was sure his heartbeat was loud enough to wake up Alex, but the Scot wasn't moving a muscle. Alex’s face was slowly turning upwards; his small pouty lips parted slightly in his sleep. Jude couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was too tempted.

For a while, he listened to Alex’s soft breath before he nuzzled his nose close to his. His beard was incredibly soft against Jude’s face. With a needy moan, Jude’s lips closed around Alex’s upper lip, sucking greedily on the little cupid bowed shape of it. The taste was spicy from the pizza, slightly bitter from the beer, and the rest was Alex’s own flavour. Jude got so hard from that alone. A tongue pushed against Jude's lower lip and with a smile, he released Alex’s mouth.

"Fuck..." he whispered a little out of breath and slid his hand over to touch Alex’s hip. His skin was so warm and Jude really wanted to touch him some more. Wanted to feel his thigh wrap around Jude’s more tightly; his cock rub harder against Jude’s. But the fact remained that Alex was just responding in his sleep. So the slightly wet tip pushing against Jude's groin was just a physical reaction, too. Jude wasn’t going to take advantage of Alex even if his body was gradually reacting to his advances. Nothing was going to happen tonight, and so Jude couldn’t do much else but try and will down his excitement and fall asleep.


Date: 2013-11-22 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What a perfect gentleman he is, our Jude. Despite all that poking and cock-teasing from Alex. I could be wrong but I think Alex has an agenda and is playing a witty game with our handsome lawyer. I like it. *g*

Date: 2013-11-24 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He's trying. Really ;)

Alex has a very serious agenda which could cost him everything or nothing of course.

Thanks Nath!!

Date: 2013-12-07 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hot! They are divine.

Alex really knows how to push Jude's buttons.

I can't wait to see where this goes.

Date: 2013-12-09 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Jude is letting his buttons be pushed willingly I think... They haven't been pushed for a while :)

He's being tested... that's for sure!


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