James McAvoy picspam part 2

[ionic]

I don't know what's going on in some of these pictures, but I don't think anyone other than McAvoy does, so, it's all right. By "leans against even more stuff" I apparently mean he switches walls.

I assume that this photograph was arranged to make McAvoy appear taller, and the one guy finds it hilarious.

Here he impersonates Mal from Firefly.

But really, he's a Hobbit.

This one always makes me think of the "you're too precious for this world" instance (yes, I'm ruining what is probably a touching moment in a play, WHATEVER).

I DON'T EVEN KNOW, SERIOUSLY.

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[stlkrchck.livejournal.com]

So many more photos! The leaning! And the crouching! And his adorable goober face again!

By the end of the day, Erik has six micro cards full of photos and a migraine the size of Texas. Azazel leans over Erik's shoulder to examine the photos while the rest of the team cleans up the sets and Xavier changes into the outfit he arrived in.

"Wow," Azazel says. "Do you think he's surgically attached to the wall?"

"I think he's an asshole," Erik grounds out. And yet still attractive, his mind adds. "Also, are you the one who told him my name?"

Azazel looks as innocent as it is possible for him to look, which isn't very. There's a reason Erik likes working with him. "Oops. Was he not supposed to know?"

"You're also an asshole," Erik says.

"And yet you work with me."

"Only because everyone else is too incompetent to handle."

"A compliment from you, Lehnsherr? I'm honored." Azazel squints at the screen. "Why are there eight pictures of him with his head against the wall?"

Erik drags another photo onto the USB he's planning on submitting to Frost. In it, Xavier is balanced precariously on a chair and reaching for something on the table. The light illuminates his shirt and face and softens the rest of the room, and Erik would love the composition of the shot if he had anything to do with it. "I don't want to talk about it."

At some point, I'm going to stop spamming your journal with this, but apparently not yet...

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

I still have more to post, even! McAvoy's face is just too good.

I approve of this kind of spam! :D :D

[stlkrchck.livejournal.com]

That's because you are an evil enabler. And I have no willpower.

And McAvoy face is absolutely, 100% too good.

"I like this one," says a voice from behind them.

Azazel whirls around. Erik rolls his eyes and doesn't bother; at this point, he can recognize Xavier's cheeky tone. "Of course you like that one. That's because I let you lurk in a doorway and make ridiculous faces."

"I don't know that 'let' had anything to do with it," Xavier says, coming around to stand at Erik's side. When Erik growls, Xavier throws up his hands and laughs.

"Alright, alight, let me. Now how about you let me take you to Per Se in apology?"

"I have work," Erik says shortly.

"You can finish it tomorrow," Azazel points out.

"But I'd prefer to finish it tonight."

"I'd like to point out that I am not busy tonight," Azazel says. "And I am always happy to be treated to dinner at Per Se."

"That's because you're a mooch," Erik says. When Xavier smiles at Azazel, Erik adds, "And I don't believe you were invited."

"That's never stopped me before," Azazel says.

"Fine," Erik says. "I will allow you to take me to dinner as an apology. Not because I couldn't manage you, because I can, but because you are difficult and annoying, and I deserve at least a four hundred dollar meal for putting up with you."

Xavier looks entirely too delighted. "Of course. How soon will you be finished?"

"Give me an hour."

"Fine!" Xavier pulls out his phone. "I'll call Antonio and ask him to keep a table open for us."

"Antonio," Erik says suspiciously.

Azazel looks disapproving. "He's the general manager, Erik. You met him at last year's Fall launch party."

"Right," Erik says. "What?"

An hour later, Erik is finally done selecting photos for Frost's approval and ejects the USB port. He leaves it on the desk for the messenger to bring over in the morning, then looks around the enormous, empty room for Xavier.

"Here," Xavier calls. Erik squints; he's lying on the bed, which is still set up in one corner of the room.

Erik makes his way over to Xavier.

"I don't suppose I could get you to join me on the bed," Xavier says.

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

:D :D Hooray! I like enabling.

Oh Erik, you never had a chance. ♥ This is too cute. :D

[stlkrchck.livejournal.com]

This is going to be the very final part, and then I'm going to get back to work. Seriously. For seriousness.

Erik leans over him. "And miss out on this very expensive dinner you've promised me?"

"There will be other dinners," Xavier--Charles--says.

"And there will be other days of you on a bed," Erik says. He's proud of the evenness of his voice, how it doesn't betray his uncertainty.

"True," Charles says. "But there's no time like the present." He hooks his fingers into Erik's belt loops and pulls him down onto him. His body is warm and firm and entirely too delectable against Erik's. Erik gives up on resisting him, bending his head to kiss him.

"No, indeed," he says finally when he draws back for a breath.

"Come back here," Charles says and pulls him down again. Erik goes, unresisting.

Erik calls in sick on Friday, Charles drowsing next to him in his bed at home, breathing damply into the sensitive skin of Erik's neck, arm thrown across Erik's body. There is an enormous bruise on his collarbone from Erik's mouth. Good, Erik thinks possessively. He hangs up the phone and ducks his head under the blankets, kissing a line down Charles' stomach.

"Mmm," Charles says. "Good morning."

"It is," Erik says and takes him into his mouth.

On Monday, Frost shifts listlessly through the photographs. "These are better, I suppose," she says. She spends the most time on the series of Charles bouncing around in the faux hotel room set. "Still, you couldn't get him to do anything else on the bed?"

Erik chokes.

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

THIS WHOLE COMMENT FIC IS GIVING ME ALL THE SMILES. :D :D :D

Good luck on your work! ♥♥♥

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

omgggggggggggggggggg :D :D :D :D

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

stlkrchck also wrote comment fic (http://chiasmus.livejournal.com/872508.html?thread=4280892#t4280892) on the last post! (I don't know if you saw, but it's equally adorable and I may just be giggling in my corner now.)

[stlkrchck.livejournal.com]

And now it is finished! And you two are far too good for encouraging me :)

(I lost the right thread! I am terrible at this whole live journal thing...)

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

But you are winning the livejournals for the cute, cute, cute fic. :D :D

[stlkrchck.livejournal.com]

:) Why, thank you. I have cleaned it up and posted it (http://stlkrchck.livejournal.com/4275.html), and now I plan on preserving a discreet radio silence for...at least the next thirty minutes, when something else on livejournal destroys all my good intentions.

You are the best to let me scribble all over here.