Ewan Wade Faulkner

All the secrets that you keep, might get spoken while you sleep..

[stonedgriffin]

The Morning After

[stonedgriffin]

Dustin laughed softly and crossed his arms over his chest and then looked down at the other male. He shrugged. “Well, I always pegged you for being into pain and all that. But now you jut confirmed my assumption.” he said with a grin as he grabbed himself a glass of ice water and took a few sips from it before turning to look at Ewan hearing his words and Dustin shrugged. “That’s probably because you drank enough to feel that way.” he said and nodded once. 

Dustin wasn’t going to tell him that he didn’t remember most of it, because he didn’t want to make it seem like he forgot all about the night before, he didn’t want the man to think that e didn’t appreciate the night they spent together, because just being away from Diego and spending his time with Ewan was more than he could ask for, he really did appreciate the man offering his home to him while he took a break from Diego. He knew that Ewan was right about some things, about how Dustin could do better, how e didn’t deserve to be with Diego, he knew that but it was hard to just stop trying to make things work with his husband. “Do you want breakfast?” he asked softly and absentmindedly. He hadn’t made breakfast for anyone in so long that the idea sounded really nice to him. So he hoped that Ewan would want something.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

" Thank you Captain Obvious." - Ewan stated in his dry, playful tone as he smirked at his friend, moving to stand as he rose his hand to his forehead and closed his eyes," I would love breakfast.. As long as you don't mind me laying out on the couch as you cook.. I feel absolutely terrible.. " - and he knew why.. he had drank to forget..

He wanted nothing more than to forget that he had told him he cared for him the other night and that beautiful kiss.. he wanted to let it all disappear, because he knew it would be foolish to get involved with Dustin, when the other man very clearly had no intentions of leaving his husband.. Let alone.. anything else.. 

With a heavy sigh, he stretched his body and groaned as he felt his back pop, before making his way over to the couch- without confirming if it would be okay. He really didn't give him any choice in the matter, considering he was severely in pain.. He wanted these pills to kick in quickly.. " Did you sleep well? " - he muttered, moving to drape a pillow over his face to shield it from the scorn of the sun.. 

Damn his idea of buying a house comprimised mostly of fucking windows and glass..

[stonedgriffin]

The Morning After

[stonedgriffin]

Upon hearing movement above, he knew that Ewan was awake and that caused Dustin to sit back on the couch and groan. He closed his eyes, rubbing his hands over his face once again to help himself wake up a bit more. When he heard Bebe running around in a circle, Dustin looked down at her and chuckled. “You’re lucky you’re cute or this would be entirely annoying.” he said and leaned up, scratching her between the ears and then moved to the back door, opening it and letting the dog out to run in the fenced in area. When he shut the door, he moved into the kitchen, leaning his hip against the counter as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Ewan as the man had his face planted in the freezer.

Dustin just shook his head and gave a soft laugh. “You look like a complete idiot you know that?” he asked as he moved past him and grabbed a big glass from the cabinet and then pushed him aside to grab some ice out of the freezer and then moved to fill it with ice cold tap water. He set it on the counter and looked around for some medicine that Ewan could use for a headache, that’s when he found a small bottle of Aleve and then grabbed two out of the bottle. He grabbed Ewan by the shoulder and pulled him out of the freezer and sat him down on the bar stool and then handed him the water and pills. “Take that and drink that water, it’ll make you feel a lot better than you feel right now.” he said and nodded once.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

Bebe went out to run around and use the bathroom like the good girl she was, whilst Dustin tended to Ewan's ailment. He could very clearly recall what had happened, certainly far clearer than Dustin could at this moment as he remained in the freezer- until he was of course, pulled out. He had hardly heard him speak- due to his headache, but after being pressed down into the bar stool, and passed both the water, as well as the pill - he took them both gratefully.

" You know the freezer has always been my first tactic.. pills..hydration..they are last ditch resorts because apparently I like to torture myself.. " - Ewan mumbled as he popped his painkiller and took the water, smirking playfully, and without thought- after guzzling down almost all of it, he set the glass aside and planted his face into Dustin's chest, bracing the other mans upper arms," ..I feel like I looted a pirate ship..and drank all their stock.. "

[bitchisyouserious]

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

@ ewadefaulkner: Baby Bebe

[its-syrupp]

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

@ ewadefaulkner: Bebe. How can anyone think she could hurt someone who I don't tell her to go for..?

[stonedgriffin]

The Morning After

Dustin had forgotten the night almost completely. Thanks to his high dosage of Xanax and the amount of wine that he had consumed throughout the night, it was a bit of a blur. So that morning when he woke up, he wasn’t in his bed back home with Dustin, no, he was somewhere else that he hadn’t really expected to be. He looked around the room, the sun glowing through the window and shining brightly in his eyes, causing them to squint. He looked over and saw the figure laying next to him and that caused him to raise a brow. He leaned over carefully and moved the blanket from the figure only to realize he was in bed with Ewan. “Shit.” he whispered under his breath as he placed the blanket back over him. What had he done? What did he say? Did anything happen between them that Dustin should have remembered? He didn’t know and honestly he was afraid to find out exactly what happened that night. 

Dustin got himself out of bed carefully and realized he had on pajama pants, that was a good sign. They were most likely Ewan’s. He sighed and then grabbed his clothes that he had scattered on the floor and slipped them on quickly before walking out of the room and down to the living room area. He sat on the couch and looked around before he placed his elbows on his knees and then ran his hands over his face and through his hair. He was so lost and he was afraid to hear what had happened the night before.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

Last night had been rather hard on them both. It was confusing and satisfying all at once and to figure out what it all meant for them both.. Well.. Needless to say, they had spent the rest of the evening just drinking until they had decided to go to bed- together, and .. really honestly- spent most the night cuddling..

When Dustin roused from his slumber in the morning, Ewan- whom had drank far more than the other, decidedly move to grasp for him as he left.. but came up short.. and instead..just moved to wrap his body around the warmth that lingered in his absence.. 

It wasn't until another good 15 minutes had passed, that Ewan finally lifted his head and curled the blanket around it, despising that god awful feeling of having the sun eating his face- when he'd spent such long hours, trying to drink away his sobriety.. - A constant battle in the life of a millionaire playboy.

With a quiet sigh, he cupped his head, and moved from the bed, wearing a pair of pj pants as well.. Stumbling over Dustin's pants as he left the room, he headed for the kitchen, attempting to procure something to cure the throbbing pain that dwelled there.. " Fuck.. " he mumbled, his voice echoing enough that the other man could hear him as he entered the open area.. " ..Bebe.. " - he called out softly, to which the dog perked up, and padded over to see what he wanted," ..Ask your father to let you out please? " - he motioned to Dustin, whom he glanced up at, before moving to stick his face in the cold freezer, just laying there for a second..

Bebe, did exactly as she was told, and moved to stand in front of Dustin, groaning pleadingly, and pacing around in a circle, before leaning herself into his leg- offering him puppy eyes.

[jackson--turner]

Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

[jackson--turner]

  Dustin stopped immediately what he was doing when he heard Ewan singing. Out of all of the years that he had known the man, he had never heard him sing, not once, so it was a bit of a shock to him to hear such a beautiful voice. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that his voice was as beautiful as it was, Ewan was beautiful, caring, everything. No one saw it but Dustin, but he knew the man was perfect… in every way. He nearly dropped the utensil in his hand and just gazed at him in pure amazement. Dustin could feel himself melting into a puddle just standing there watching him and listening to him. Why in the hell would Ewan hide that talent from him, of all people, he had no reason to hide it. 

Dustin swallowed hard and had to turn away from him for a moment so he could collect himself, but he couldn’t. He just had an urge…. a big urge that he knew he probably shouldn’t do, but dammit, he needed and wanted this more than ever. He knew that it could possibly hurt Ewan, hell it could possibly hurt himself, but he was going to be selfish. When Ewan stopped singing and stopped talking, Dustin just dropped what he was doing and moved over to him, moving his leg out of the way and grabbed onto his face with both hands and pulled him in for one of the sweetest, yet deepest kisses he had ever given anyone in his entire life. Diego included, this kiss he was giving Ewan was something he never did with Diego, but at the moment, he just couldn’t help but to want to give it to Ewan.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

It was a surprise even to himself that Dustin had decided he would kiss him.. and in such a way that it sent bolts of electricity through out his entire body.. Careful hands moved to caress the other mans arms as he made room for him ever so slightly between his legs. He didn't know what the kiss was for, or why.. but at that moment- he didn't care.. All he could do was reciprocate the amount of utmost affection that the other man was pouring into him.. He didn't want to think any more, all he wanted was for the undeniably good sensation, not to stop.. Even if they fucked up their steak by burning it, even if they knocked things off the island, or the kitchen-aid decided to pulverize the mixture they were working on.. Ewan didn't want to stop feeling like, at this moment- he was the only thing that actually mattered.. 

Because at least for once, he did matter, and he mattered to the only person who actually meant something to him- and that was enough for him.

He was content to let the whole entire house burn down around him, as long as Bebe, and the two of them were safe, as long as they were sharing this unbelievably special moment together. Finally, he was having a kiss that didn't meant everything had to lead to sex. Finally, he was holding onto a man who made him feel safe enough to be himself, despite how often he taunted him about being gay- when he was terrified of admitting it because of what it meant. None of that mattered right now. Absolutely none of those fears he always held onto mattered. Even that tiny nagging voice had been silenced the moment Dustin took his lips in such an intimate way.. 

However, despite his reverie, the annoyingly precise, and high pitched chiming of his oven timer went off to let them both know that their food was done cooking- and Ewan had to part ways with him then, to laugh. They'd spent enough time between the start of their kiss, until this moment, that food in the oven was done. It had to have been nearly twenty minutes, just being there kissing one another.. Gently he placed his forehead against the other brunette's, feeling himself tremble as he took a small breath, allowing his hands to travel slowly down the other mans arms, until they met with his, despite the small glove on his own single finger, that made him smile as he looked down between them- not meeting the other mans eyes for the moment..

It was then that he spread Dustin's fingers, doing something just as simple as lacing their fingers together now.. And.. god ..did it ever feel good to do it.. Careful hands closed their embrace around his, and allowed their weight to rest just on his thighs, turned so the other mans hands were comfortable. " .. W.." - his first letter was light and airy, as he attempted to continue to speak," ..W-what was..that for Dustin..? " - he cooed, now allowing his eyes to take the time to work their way up the other mans chest, until their stared back into those other icy blue diamonds.. feeling himself falling all over again - and growing lost within them..

[jackson--turner]

Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

“ You can’t even flip the veggies and steak right and you want me to give you free reign on the cooking show? Aren’t you satisfied enough with being pretty? Sort of ambitious aren’t you? “ - Ewan laughed as he squeezed his arm briefly, before pouring over his recipe- and then measured out all the ingredients, quickly putting the remainder away. “ Alright.. I need you to beat these things together with that Kitchen-aid.. “ - he pointed, before pushing the ingredients over,” I will let you be responsible for the dessert, since you seem so intent on being souly in charge of something! “ - the other man smirked, tilting his head to the side.

“Its just.. a hobby I picked up. I have a lot of free time.. Rich, have no real obligations- Poke my head out here or there but.. other than that, not much else I can say you know?? “ - he spoke dismissively, attempting to avoid the subject so he wouldn’t have to come out and say that he’d spent a lot of time reading recipes, watching Food Network, buying cook books, and had even taken some classes in his spare time. Yeah- no of course this was just a hobby. Something little, no- like all the other things he’d put his time into, it was just another thing to add to the list of ‘ Ewan’s many passions ‘ - and boy did he have a lot.. He could never settle on just one.. And since he was so..damn wealthy, he had the time, and the money to indulge in all of them.. But as of current-, he was more so paying attention to Dustin..

He was finally taking a 

[jackson--turner]

"When have I ever been just satisfied with anything? Like really." he said with a small chuckle before taking another sip of his wine and then setting it back down on the island so he could focus on what he was supposed to be doing rather than everything else. Dustin moved and grabbed the kitchen aid, the one that Ewan pointed to and he began doing what the man asked him to do. Dustin could hear the small radio playing and he moved his hips a bit as he did so and softly sang along to the song that was playing through the speakers. Dustin was assuming that it was on a random radio station, but he really liked the song that was playing so he wasn’t complaining at all. 

"Baby, tonight’s the night I let you know. Baby tonight’s the night we lose control. Baby tonight ya need that, tonight believe that, tonight that, I’ll be the best you ever had. I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be, the best you ever had." he sang and then looked over to Ewan with the softest of smiles before looking back to what he was doing so he wouldn’t mess anything up. He stopped mixing when he heard what Ewan said and turned to look with him with the most serious look he could pull off. He wanted him to stay… an entire week… and treat him to anything he wanted? Dustin had to stand there for a moment and try to think about this, he couldn’t wrap his brain around it… but then he remembered what Ewan said and just nodded. "On one condition." he said and held up a finger. "I’m not treating you like some maid or whatever, you don’t have to pull off the whole room service bit. I can’t do that to you." he said and gave him a soft smile. "If you can do that for me, then I’ll stay as long as you want me to stay with no arguing or opposing to it. Sound like a plan?" he asked as he gave him a smile before he looked back to the bowl and started mixing again.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

" I hit you with the best stroke, free style and the breast stroke. Til you' blowin' cigarette smoke.. Now the beds broke, so what we gon' do now? Fuckin' round two now, work it out and then we cool down.. cool down.. " - Ewan rocked his head to the song, not intentionally singing along with the other man, just enjoying the song immensely as he lifted himself up to sit on the unoccupied corner of the island, propping his foot against the edge. He closed his eyes now as he focused on singing the rest of the song," Baby..tonight's the night I let you know.. baby tonights..the night we lose control- Oh baby tonight you need that, tonight believe that.. Tonight.. I'll be the best you've..ever..had.. I don't wanna brag- but I'll be.. but I'll be.. The best you've ever..had.. I don't wanna brag- but I'll, the best you ever had.. " - he closed off the rest of the song with some verbal acrobatics as he hugged his knee, settling his chin on top of it, before turning his eyes to watch the other man with a chuckle.. 

He was glad that ..they were just playing off the pain that he was feeling, because he didn't know if he could handle actually talking about it. He could never really handle talking about how bad he hurt on any given day, considering .. It was easier to talk about Dustin, or other peoples pain. Not his own.. So instead, he just nodded and licked his lips, that almost fake smile on his lips once again," Absolutely. No room service treatment then. We'll just make it look really good, and make sure you have the best time.. like you were meant to have. That's what a vacation is meant to be right? " - Ewan chuckled, drumming his fingertips on his knee as he looked over the other man.. He didn't want things to get better between Diego and Dustin.. He didn't want them to fix.. Not really, but ..if it meant that Dustin was happy again.. He'd do it for him. Even at the cost of his own emotional well being. 

[jackson--turner]

Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

[jackson--turner]

  "They are the only chefs I ever pay attention. I mean, c’mon, Bobby Flay is amazing, Gordon Ramsey is a dickhead, but phenomenal, and Paula Deen, well… she knows how to use her butter for sure." Dustin gave a small chuckle afterwards and then took another sip of his wine, which almost spilled from his lips when he felt Ewan bumping into him, he gave him a look and pursed his lips as he swallowed his wine before speaking up. "You know, you keep playing around with sharp objects around, your finger isn’t going to be the only thing that gets cut." he said and nodded a few times before setting his wine down on the island. "And just for your information, if you would let me do something besides putting stuff into a pan, you would see that our show would be the exact opposite of that. I could totally cook with you and not just stand around and look like some housewife that just admires watching her man cook. Just sayin’.” he said and grinned at him before moving back over to the stove top and watching Ewan.

Dustin was messing with the pan again so things wouldn’t burn, but apparently, he still had no idea what he was doing, so when Ewan grabbed his wrist again, he gave a laugh and then threw a hand in the air. “That’s what I was doing!” he protested, even though, he was definitely not doing what Ewan was showing him. Dustin smirked before saying something that he knew he probably shouldn’t have, but he was going to say it anyway. “Maybe I just like it when you get all physical with me.” he said before pulling away and moving to the fridge and grabbing the ingredients that he needed, well, what Ewan told him that he needed. When he got everything, he leaned back on the counter, facing Ewan, his arms holding him up. “God, that smells so good.” he said as his eyes closed for a moment taking the scent in and then sighed happily. “When did you learn to cook so well anyway?” he asked as his eyes opened to land on Ewan once more.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

“ You can’t even flip the veggies and steak right and you want me to give you free reign on the cooking show? Aren’t you satisfied enough with being pretty? Sort of ambitious aren’t you? “ - Ewan laughed as he squeezed his arm briefly, before pouring over his recipe- and then measured out all the ingredients, quickly putting the remainder away. “ Alright.. I need you to beat these things together with that Kitchen-aid.. “ - he pointed, before pushing the ingredients over,” I will let you be responsible for the dessert, since you seem so intent on being souly in charge of something! “ - the other man smirked, tilting his head to the side.

“Its just.. a hobby I picked up. I have a lot of free time.. Rich, have no real obligations- Poke my head out here or there but.. other than that, not much else I can say you know?? “ - he spoke dismissively, attempting to avoid the subject so he wouldn’t have to come out and say that he’d spent a lot of time reading recipes, watching Food Network, buying cook books, and had even taken some classes in his spare time. Yeah- no of course this was just a hobby. Something little, no- like all the other things he’d put his time into, it was just another thing to add to the list of ‘ Ewan’s many passions ‘ - and boy did he have a lot.. He could never settle on just one.. And since he was so..damn wealthy, he had the time, and the money to indulge in all of them.. But as of current-, he was more so paying attention to Dustin..

He was finally taking a moment to actually look at him, to watch how he moved when he did things...to investigate his outfit and just how nice he really looked today. Well..fuck it- he looked nice everyday.. or any time he saw him.. It was like he got dressed up for him, but.. no. Dustin always looked so polished and gorgeous. Everytime he saw him, he was just perfection.. Instead of doing any of the work, he simply picked up his glass of red wine and began to sip on it, as his eyes fondly raked over the mans form.. Not in a sexual fashion, but just barely over the rim of his glass- an almost sultry glow to his expression, if it weren’t for the fact that he was actually..just basking in the glow of Dustin’s presence. Much like a cat lays beneath the rays of the sun- Ewan cherished this moment, like all the others they spent together.. Perhaps.. more than Dustin did. He figured perhaps it was the case..

Ewan silently told himself now, that it was simply ..Dustin’s hurt heart, that was calling out for attention- to him. He wanted love.. he wanted affection.. He wanted someone to be there for him, and if Diego couldn’t give it to him.. He’d give it to him.. He would.. And he’d suffer through them being married, to make the other man feel good.. He would. Warn fingers grasped the stem of his wine glass as he turned his eyes down to stare at the counter, swallowing hard,” You should stay the rest of the week. You were meant to be on vacation.. Stay, and let me treat you like you’re on one. I’ll pretend to be room service.. we’ll go places, do things together, take lots of pictures- you know. The whole shabang, I’ll take you anywhere, and do anything with you.. But let me give you what you were meant to have.. “ - he spoke seriously, without lifting his eyes,” I’ll even cook for you every day, all day, so don’t turn me down. Just.. don’t go home.. Maybe.. “ - he swallowed hard and thumbed the glass, hating what he was about to say next, the most. “ Maybe.. what you need to help rekindle your love.. is to show him how much he’ll really miss you- if you’re not there.. Stop returning his calls.. stop coming home- make it seem like you’re giving up.. And maybe it’ll light a fire under his ass.. “-

He hated himself in that moment.. but he drowned that suffering with a large gulp of red wine, lulling his eyes in a mirthless expression ..” You’re allowing yourself to spoon feed him, essentially.. You’re giving him everything right away, and it doesn’t leave any desperation what so ever. You’re married, and you’re there- to him.. you’re not really going anywhere because all he has to do, is turn on the sad eyes, and he’s already got you. Prove that you are worth more, and he’ll be falling all over himself. A good..right man.. will give up everything .. Job..security.. everything- just so that you can be together.. Because thats what love is.. If you’re in love, living in a cardboard box, and eating dry ramen noodles.. that’s still ..love.. And if you’re willing to suffer together- thats more than just love. But he’s making you go it alone.. So ..force him to go it alone too.. Because hes not hurting like you’re hurting. Make him hurt. He’ll be at my door in two weeks time, if not sooner.. Because we’ll be posting pictures together ..He’ll think its done.. And ..your marriage will be saved.. “ - he rose his glass, offering a fake salute to him, before taking another sip..

Ewan turned his eyes to the window now, wondering silently..if what he was doing.. made him a good person.. If when he died, he’d go to heaven, for giving away the one person in this world, that he could honestly say he loved.. He hoped so.. He hoped that it was all worth it in the end. All this suffering, all this abuse, and neglect.. Every unkind word.. He wondered if God would resent him in that moment, when their marriage fixed itself up, - if he decided to take his life.. After everything, absolutely everything he’d indured, he wondered if it meant peace was at the end of his tunnel, or if it would just be another hell like they showed in the movies.. Maybe it was the wine talking.. He was such a sad drunk.. All the worst thoughts came out- and he knew then as he stared into his glass, that if he wanted to keep ..everything that had happened to him as a child, the scarring, the burning; a secret, he’d have to stop drinking, so he poured the rest of his glass into Dustin’s and went to wash it out.. opting to get some lemon water from the fridge, standing there at the crushed ice maker..

[jackson--turner]

Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

[jackson--turner]

  Dustin looked at him and rolled his eyes with a laugh to follow. “Whatever.” he said and shook his head before walking over and grabbing the cutting board that had the onions on it. Dustin grabbed a new knife and moved over to the pan and put them into it. He moved them around a bit with the shake of the pan and then he set the board back where it was before.looking back to Ewan. When he saw him pouring the alcohol on his finger and not even making a face, Dustin rose a brow in confusion. Not once had he not flinched when he had to do that to himself, but, Ewan acted as if it was nothing. Dustin just shook his head and gave a smile when he was finished cleaning up and wrapping the wound. “Well, even if we weren’t in business, you know, if you lost a finger or something, I could still manage to make this all by myself.” he said and gave him a wink before walking over and grabbing himself a glass of wine. Taking a sip of it, Dustin was in Heaven. It was better than any wine he had ever tasted, he’d most definitely have to steal this from Ewan, or at least convince him to let him take it with him. Either way, he was getting this wine.

Dustin moved back beside the stove top, making sure that the onions he had in the pan wouldn’t burn, but he had his attention on Ewan as well as he heard the man talking about the first time they cooked together. He laughed and nodded. “Oh my God, yes. I have to admit it, Chef Ramsey would have been proud. Despite you know, almost dropping a chicken and well, almost burning it, it was good for us, considering you know, we were kitchen illiterate. It was definitely fun to say the least.” he said with a smile before he turned back to the pan and shook it a bit, trying to get the onions to cook evenly on each side, but he was failing at it.

Dustin was tempted to flip them up like he always did with food, but he remembered Ewan was watching, and knowing Dustin’s luck, he would get them stuck on the ceiling. It wasn’t that Dustin didn’t know how to, it’s just the fact he always tried to impress Ewan in every way he could, hence, him trying to flip food like some professional chef, why he was primping to make sure he looked good, everything he spent time doing, or even attempting to do around Ewan was to impress him, to make him like him that much more. Dustin looked down when he felt Ewan’s hand on his own and was showing him what to do, Dustin wasn’t really paying attention to what Ewan was saying, nor what he was doing, Dustin’s eyes just locked on him as he was moving his mouth. It was almost as if everything just silenced itself so Dustin could gaze at the beautiful man beside him. He licked his lips and then looked back at the pan and nodded a few times with a soft smile. “I’m not going to get anything stuck on the ceiling, I promise you.” he said and chuckled lightly.

Dustin tried to do what Ewan explained to him and he clearly had no idea what that was that he explained, but he was playing it off. “Oh definitely, we could have had our own hit cooking show you know. Be the next Paula Deen, or even the next Bobby Flay.” he said and grinned looking over his shoulder to the other.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

“ Are Paula Dean, Bobby Flay, and Gordon Ramsey the only chefs you know? “ - he laughed softly, obviously teasing the other man as he began to season the meat now, his back once more to the other man.. After he’d cut it into thin strips, trimmed down the fat and seasoned it nicely, he turned about and bumped his arm into Dustin’s playfully pushing him out of the way as he reached over him and used his knife to scoot the steak into pan,” I’m the brains of this show. Wild flower I may be, but cooking genius I also am. So it’d be mostly me cooking and you lookin’ pretty, sipping on a glass of my best wine. Sorry, totally not sorry.. “ - Ewan laughed, hopping back and away before he could get swatted, moving back to the sink as he washed the cutting boards and knives. Once he’d finished, he diced up some mushrooms and tossed them into the pan with everything else- washing the last of the dishes before reaching around Dustin and grabbed the other bottle of Haut Brion, using it on the pan full of delicious food. Quickly he grasped the handle, and put himself before the man so he wouldn’t get a faceful of beautiful flame- as he poured the wine down into the sizzling pan… “ Were you.. paying attention to me when I was talking? “ - he laughed loudly, grasping his hand again,” ..Tilt..like this..and flip back towards your wrist, with a quick flick Dustin- it’s not rocket science! “ - he grinned, shaking his head,” I’ll take over the pan for now, you get the ingredients on the list, sitting on the island- from the fridge and set them out while I finish here.. The first few steps are basic, so once I set this aside ..I’ll cover it and come work with you over there.. “

With a deep breath of the deliciously aromatic food, Ewan tilted his head, giving the pan a few more tosses before turning over the steaks.. he re-seasoned, added more wine, then covered it and turned on the oven.. putting it in there to bake.. The Au Gratin was already set up to go, and he’d already begun putting it all together, before sliding it into his other oven so that they could cook separately. After that, he went and turned off the burners, and cleaned off the countertops, before heading to the island- pulling the mixers, bowls cups and other such things that were also necessary. “ Alright Rachel Ray, you ready to make one of the best parts of our meal? “ - he snickers, reaching over to playfully push the other mans arm.

[jackson--turner]

Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

[jackson--turner]

  When Ewan cut his finger, Dustin’s eyes widened. He pointed down at the finger before Ewan realized it and when he moved to the sink, Dustin sighed and shook his head, this was just like last time, Dustin and Ewan were talking, Dustin caught himself off guard of something Ewan said and boom, a nice cut to the finger, but now the shoe was on the other foot and Dustin wasn’t the one that was hurt. Dustin moved around finding a towel before hearing Ewan talking again. “That’s not important right now, let- let’s just get you to stop bleeding and we’ll talk about it afterwards.” he said as he looked around for a towel, anything, and when he found one, he grabbed some ice, wrapping a bit of it in the towel and moving over to Ewan, grabbing his hand gently and looked up into those blue eyes he could get lost in no matter the situation, but he looked away and turned the water off and made sure to wrap his finger up kind of tightly where he knew the ice was and then applied a bit more pressure afterwards. “Who’s all thumbs now?” he asked with a small smirk to follow. 

He looked over and seen some blood on the floor, before moving he took Ewan’s hand and placed it on the hand that was wrapped up. “Keep pressure on it.” he said and then moved away from him so he could go and clean up the rest of the blood that dripped onto the floor. Dustin couldn’t believe what he said to the man, he of course knew he loved him, but it was the fact he didn’t really know what he meant when he said that he loved him. When Dustin thought about it…. no one knew him like Ewan did, no one treated him like Ewan did and no one was well… no one was Ewan. Did he actually in some way love this man in some way that he knew was a bad thing considering he was married? Was he really that crazy to want to be with him instead of Diego? It was a high possibility and he knew that if he even tried mentioning a poly relationship, if it were even possible, Ewan might be against it, so Dustin wasn’t even going to bring it up. He felt stupid for bringing up the entire situation that happened while he was gone, he could have gone the entire night without telling him that, they could have had a good night, with no freaking out, or being so baffled they couldn’t even speak to one another. He sighed thinking about what he did and then finished cleaning up and threw the bloody paper towels away, not really looking up to Ewan, he felt as if he couldn’t.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

Maybe it was better that he felt crushed that the other sort of swiped the words under the rug in preference to the situation. Maybe he could just play it off now.. He’d said what he’d needed to say. He was married, there was no way he’d share him, so .. this was for the best. He would act like nothing was wrong as he continued to hold his finger,” What I need you to do for me now, is go put the cut up onions, into the pan so that the oil doesn’t start burning.. - Hey my thumbs are only under fire because I was taken by surprise. So Other than that- I’m still pretty right ..right now.. “ - he chuckled. Every so often, he lifted the cloth with the ice, checking on the cut.. It was clean, and a little deep- but it would be fine. He wouldn’t need to go to the hospital or anything, he’d just need to bandage it.. So with that in mind, he went and grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and removed the compress, adding alcohol first.. He was straight faced as he poured such a painful product on his hand. The cut had hurt worse.. That and all the burns his mother had given him, had sort of numbed him any further.

He still hadn’t shown him any of those scars, and as a matter of fact, he had been thinking of getting tattoo’s so that no one would ever be able to see them- ever.. With a bit of antibacterial cream, he dabbed slightly at his only just slightly blood finger now, before wrapping a breathable bandage wrap about his thumb. With his teeth he tore the light material before grabbing one of his single finger gloves and slid it over his thumb- preventing it from getting wet as he could be continuing to work on dinner.. After packing the rest of the stuff up, he washing up the area very meticulously, before smiling at the other man. “ Alright we’re back in business. “ - he chuckled and moved back to the island, adding what was left of the onions that Dustin hadn’t used yet. After washing the knife at the island, he set into cutting the rest of the vegetables, focusing on the task, enough to be able to talk while he chopped,” You remember when we were kids, and we cooked our first meal together? “ - he glanced over his shoulder for a second, before looking back down,” And I kept doing that impression of Julia Child’s to try and get you to laugh- because shit had gone down at your place? “ - he laughed, lifting up the closed package of steak for a moment, waggling it up about,” And what you want to do..” - he put on his best Julia voice once more,” Is grab the steak firmly by both sides and stare it down..Don’t be afraid! “- he grinned and put it down,” I nearly dropped the chicken. We almost had to try and convince someone else to take us out just to buy chicken. I’m sure the help would have been confused as hell- they were already wondering what we were doing in the fuckin’ kitchen together in the first place. “

Ewan smiled, continuing to slice things up like a pro as he used the flat of his knife to scoop up the vegetables and put them in a small dish for Dustin, before walking to his side, and dispensing them over the onions,” Just keep tossing them.. “ - he grasped the others hand lightly to shake the pan,” If you flick your wrist like this, it’ll contain the food- allowing it to share the flavours, move, and resettle without falling out of the pan.. No vegetables on my ceiling alright? “ - he smirked, patting his shoulder before walking back over to the island, licking his own lips,” But we..we did good I think..for our first time cooking right? Not that it was fancy or anything- well hell, for two kids who didn’t know the first thing about cooking, we did a good fuckin’ job.. “

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Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

[jackson--turner]

  Dustin stood there quietly listening to everything, watching how Ewan moved throughout the kitchen, how he drank his wine, hell, he even paid attention to how he spoke and it felt different… everything just felt different, something he wasn’t used to at all. He and Diego really didn’t talk much like this and to hear the words that were coming out of Ewan’s mouth, Dustin just really had no idea what to say to him. It wasn’t that he was pissed, nor was he upset about what he was saying, it was just the fact that what he was saying hit him like a punch to the stomach. He really did love Ewan, there was no denying it and he really knew that Ewan meant exactly what he was saying, the man had no reason to lie, he never really had a reason to lie, not to him anyway. He felt his stomach knotting up and his heart pounding the more that he spoke and when he said that he loved him and could do a better job than Diego, Dustin had to fight back tears.

Honestly, Dustin knew that he and Diego’s marriage wasn’t the same at all, not like it use to be. Where they would sit up talking all night, they would go out and do any and everything together, but now… Dustin was lucky if he even got to see Diego before going to bed. He hated that Ewan was right, God he did, but what could he do? Deny everything he was saying? Hell no, he knew it was the truth. There was no way he could cover that, nor could he act like things were perfect and great because they weren’t. Dustin sighed softly and wiped his eyes with his hands before the tears even tried trickling down. He looked away from Ewan for a moment and down to the ground. 

Dustin was speechless, he honestly couldn’t think of anything else to say but this… “I know.” and that was in the softest of whispers. He knew everything Ewan brought up was truth, that everything he was saying, he was right, he was almost always right and Dustin hated him because of that. Dustin swallowed hard and looked back to Ewan before speaking softly once more. “I-I love you too..”

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

Now was the time that his knife slipped and cut his finger. But he didn’t even feel it. It was such a clean, perfect cut too- as he turned to look at the other man. “ Did you just..? “ - he choked out, just as his finger began to bleed rather aggressively. After a minute- he looked downwards and noticed it, and hurried over to the sink to run his finger beneath the water,” Fuck.. Shit- I don’t.. I didn’t even feel it.. “ - he muttered as he licked his lips.. “ What.. What do you even.. what do you mean by that? I mean.. We’re.. - “ - he cleared his throat and looked over his shoulder at him, keeping his hand beneath the cold water,” ..We’ve.. always.. And I.. “ - for the first time in his life, he was fucking inarticulate before Dustin, and he felt ridiculous for it.. With a staggered breath, he looked away and tried to stop his heart from making his eyes bulge,” You.. I can’t.. you know.. I..I can’t fucking speak.. Could you bring me my wine? “ - he called over to him, finally, and slowly- feeling the sting of his wound,” Fuck that hurts.. “ - Ewan mumbled as he shook his head like a wild horse, trying to free its mane from his face. It was more of a tactic to try and shake away the pain…

Turning his head away, he grit his teeth and closed his eyes,” Looks like I need to stay away from knives during serious conversations. Jesus thats a lot of blood.. “ - he groaned.. What did he do..? What could he say. Did Dustin really mean that the way he was frightened of him meaning it? Did he really truly mean it? He was suddenly terrified of both options, of him not meaning it- and that meaning that he was feeling these things alone.. But at the same time, that did mean they could just.. go back to the way things were, with no complications.. And then on the other hand- if he did mean them.. What did they do? How could they do anything? Was he just going to sit there.. in love with a man, who obviously loved him back, but was married? He wasn’t going to make someone cheat on another man.. Sleeping with someone in an open relationship was one thing- but being mutually in love? Now that.. That was different.. That was cheating..

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Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

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  Dustin nodded and gave a soft laugh. “Yeah, we’ll see how well that stocking stuffer goes.” he said with a smile before moving into the home. Bebe was jumping at his feet and Dustin smiled before crouching down and giving her a few pets on top of the head before booping her nose and kissing the top of her head and standing up again. He walked into the kitchen and it was marvelous, the entire house was just perfect. It was definitely Ewan-esque, which honestly, Dustin didn’t expect anything less from the man. As he walked into the kitchen, since he petted the dog, he washed and dried his hands before moving over to the pan that Ewan had explained was there, oiled it up and then looked back at him when he heard him speaking.

He gave a soft shrug and then added just a drop more of oil onto the pan before turning back to look at Ewan as he was chopping things. “I don’t know, I guess it just kind of happened. We were there and then we were at an airport, and now we’re here. I do have to admit though, you weren’t the first place I went to, I did have to put my bags and everything away, but, you’re definitely the second place I came to.” he said and gave a small smile before walking over to Ewan.

The man stood behind him, looking over his shoulder the best he could before speaking in a low tone since he was rather close to Ewan. “Speaking of Paris though… Ewan… what did you mean by you could do better?” Dustin asked that question, but in some way, he was thinking that he already had his answer, but he really needed confirmation from Ewan before he started making assumptions.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

“ Sounds like a fucking short as hell week if you ask me.. “ - he wasn’t going to say it, but he wanted to punch Diego in the fucking mouth for saying they were staying a week, and then deciding to come home early, when he was meant to be helping fix their marriage. No work. No nothing. What a fucking moron. He was ruining his chances. Not that he could complain- he didn’t think that asshole was good enough for Dustin. So his hands continued to diligently chop the vegetables- moving to grab the onion from the freezer, just before the other moved to stand behind him. He chopped into the aromatic red onion and then began to dice up the white. “ He doesn’t know what he’s missing.. “ - he mumbled partially beneath his breath as he made a face, that if Dustin even for a moment, glanced up into the reflection of the fridge, he could very clearly see. - He was mocking Diego very plainly, but he didn’t assume Dustin was looking at him in that moment.

It wasn’t until he heard the other mans voice in his ear, so soft- but at the same time firm, causing him to mischop his onion- but instead of cutting himself, he lopped off a large slice of it than he’d been expecting, and fumbled the knife- dropping it to the counter.. His reaction was enough evidence initially.. but if that wasn’t enough, he then licked his lips and picked up the knife, bracing the counter for a moment to try and think of something to say.. But instead - he tried to play it off verbally as best he could, moving to fix the mistake he’d made with the onion,” Uhm.. Well.. I just.. “ - he paused and looked up and away for a moment, struggling to find the right words to hide what it was that he had thought had been forgotten by now..

His throat felt really tight right now..What was it he was supposed to say? The truth? The truth always fucked shit up. He’d told the truth before and look where that had landed him. In the fucking shit house with a cheating boyfriend.. Hell he’d told Dustin the truth before and the guy pretty much laid him out by telling him he wasn’t a good reference for relationships.. The only thing wrong..about that- was that ..it wasn’t him that had caused the break up..it was his boyfriend. It wasn’t that he was a terrible lover, it was that he had been scared, and he wanted it to be the right time.. Anything and everything else after that- he’d made sure to leave no ties, break no hearts.. He just.. He didn’t want to do to someone else what had been done to him, or have it ever happen again..

That’s why ..he didn’t know what to say or do right now. He could feel his heart throbbing in the back of his throat as he lightly tapped the knife on the cutting board for a moment more, before sticking it sharply into the wood of the board- turning around to properly face him- not having expected to be face to face with him, their noses almost touching..

“ What’s it..sound like I meant Dustin? “ - he braced himself against the counter, turning those equally icy blue eyes up to look at him,” It means exactly what it means.. Who ..” - he drew in a breath through his teeth, before focusing. He was taking a chance on saying this, but he knew that Dustin loved Diego, so he..he figured saying it wasn’t going to deter him from the other man, he’d proven that the other night with the argument they’d had.. “ ..Who knows you better than I do? Nobody. Who could possibly ever, actually understand you better than me? If I was your fucking husband, I would be standing here, doing these things with you, not off in fucking Paris with you for what was meant to be a god damn week.. I’d be standing in our home, starting with the foundation of our love.. “ - he motioned to the ground and around with a slight flourish with his hand,” A..this is going to sound stupid- but hear me out.. “ - he pushed away from the counter and walked over the chilling bottle of Haut Brion, popping the cork, and poured them both a cool glass of the beautiful, expensive wine, before walking back over and held one glass out between his fingers as he took a sip,” A marriage should be like a house. “ - he swirled the wine after he’d taken the first sip and looked down into the glass, bracing himself against the side of the island as he slowly shook his head,” If you build a house on sand, without the right support- it’ll break off during the first storm and crash into the sea. And it’ll take more time, and more shit to hold it up again- but its a stupid place to build a house to begin with- you don’t build a house on sand, you build it on sturdy ground, a place where there - metaphorically speaking, is grass, and a place to lay concrete- a flat surface is most typically best but if you.. for instance build a house like mine- you build it stronger than a normal house.. “ - he walked away from him and stood in front of the large full wall glass windows,” .. This house is literally built into the face of cliff. the fucking structure is rock solid, built to bend and take a hit- and it’s built to last.. “ - he glanced over his shoulder at him,” There is nearly nothing you can do to my house to take it down- because I built this thing to withstand even the tremors of an earthquake with that flexible metal they put in the tallest skyscrapers.. Thats what a marriage needs.. The shocks- something that can sway and bend, take a few hits but stand back up. “

Ewan shook his head and took in a deep breath, wondering what it was he was saying.. He really knew what he was saying honestly, but he always doubted himself because of what his raising had taught him.. After he’d taken another sip of his wine, he crossed the dining room and moved back over to the island, setting down his glass so that he could picking up the knife to start chopping again,” If I was your husband, I would do better than the piece of shit you’re married to now- because I know how to love you. You can’t expect someone who doesn’t think beyond their dick, to know how to use their heart. I willing shut mine off, because I don’t want people getting attached to me. The only attachment I have, is the only one that matters, other than Bebe- and thats you. So you have to wonder.. I choose to do what I do willingly.. your ..husband, which is a poor fucking word to call him.. cuts out on you.. after two days, and leaves you with a man whom he should definitely feel threatened by to lose ..you to.. “ - he stopped using his knife for a moment, to brace himself once more, before speaking- and returning to chopping,” Then he’s a fucking moron who doesn’t deserve you. So again, yes.. I could do better. I could love you how you need to be loved, how you deserve to be loved...Because I love you.. “ - he shrugged.. Acting as if ..the words.. were just obvious- hoping that the blow that he’d be dealt soon enough, would come and go, and he’d be able to lock his heart back up and just ..forget about it, so they could go on with their night.. 

[jackson--turner]

Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

[jackson--turner]

  When Dustin heard the barking and the other man’s voice telling her some things in French, Dustin just shook his head and laughed softly before looking up to see the man opening the door. Dustin smiled brightly when he saw the other, he looked over at the dog and gave a soft chuckle. “Well, I’ll be here for a bit and probably around more often, I’m sure she won’t miss me too much anymore.” he said with smile before moving in and hugging Ewan, God how he had missed just holding the man in his arms. When he felt the other hugging him and touching him, just the feeling of his body against his own brought back memories of the two of them. It was something they never really talked about anymore, but Dustin had enjoyed it and he enjoyed it quite a lot, honestly, he thought that maybe Ewan was embarrassed by what happened since they were half brothers, but Dustin didn’t see anything wrong with it. He loved Ewan like no one else in this world, and he just wished that maybe Ewan felt the same way. But that’s when it hit him that maybe he did… especially after their talk while Dustin was in Paris. 

He held onto him and smiled hearing the others words, he patted him on the back a few times, not wanting to let go but he knew that he would have to eventually. “Well, I’m glad. I’ve missed you too, Ewan.” he said softly and smiled. He held onto him for a few moments longer before pulling back just a bit and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Dustin leaned back just a bit and then held up the box. “I remember you asking for some, and I couldn’t resist, so consider this your Christmas gift.” he said with a smirk. Of course, Dustin was only teasing, he would never give him something so small for a Christmas gift, he would go out of his way to get any and everything Ewan’s heart could or would desire.

Dustin leaned back in, hugging Ewan closer to him and just held him there. Dustin had missed the feeling in Ewan in his arms, just his presence alone he missed. He took in a deep breath, taking in the man’s scent before pulling away again with a soft smile. “So… should we get started on this cooking? So I can prove that I can cook better.” 

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

He was reluctantly to let go when the other man pulled back to give him the gift, but he smiled none the less brightly when he pressed it to his nose - capable of smelling the utterly divine pastry within. “ Thank you Dus- “ - he sighed contentedly, being wrapped up in the other mans arms once more as he simply let the rest of his name drift off into the air. He really had missed him quite a lot, and whether he wanted to admit it or not- he’d been on a drinking bender since their last skype call, so thankfully - he was sober, and not hunger over today..

He’d really beaten himself up over what had happened, both his partial admittance, as well as having even thought for a second that he could have given anyone a semblance of good advice when it concerned relationships.. Once they finally parted ways again, the slightly younger man grasped the door and closed it behind them, allowing Bebe the chance to finally romp around the other man like the young thing that she was.. “ Thank you. I really appreciate it. I’ll make sure to stuff your stocking full of only Forrero Rocher if you mean to say that this is all I’m getting this year.. “- he wagged the box playfully, moving to put the treat in the freezer to keep it edible.

“ Alright.. so I have everything set up- if you want to go lightly oil the pan, I have your utensils and the extra virgin olive oil all prepped. “ - he motioned, taking off his plaid shirt to reveal his thin, nearly fitted white v-neck, which was in lovely contrast to the black fitted jeans, and the dark black rosary which was quite visible along his neckline now, as well as beneath his shirt since the material was hazily opaque.. “ So to start the conversation out rough- I thought I’d ask you why you came home so early, thought you were staying a week.. “ - he called over his shoulder, washing his vegetables at the island as he began to chop rather quickly and precisely, placing the first thing that needed to be tossed in the oil.

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Home Sweet Home | Dustin & Ewan

Dustin had just arrived at LAX from Paris. Diego by his side, the trip was nice, he just wished that it could have lasted a bit longer. He wasn’t going to complain though, he was happy to be home because he was going to be able to go and see Ewan. He was excited about it to say the least, it was going to be like just before. They were going to cook together, eat together and hopefully catch up on everything that they had been up to while not really being together. Honestly, Dustin had missed Ewan, a hell of a lot at that. As soon as they arrived home, Dustin told Diego he’d be back later, he grabbed his keys and he was off to Ewan’s. He checked the address in his phone when he got in the car and set it in his GPS on the phone. Dustin flipped through some stations on the radio and stopped when “Don’t Stop Believin’” started playing through his speakers. He left it alone, turned it up as loud as he could handle and started singing along rather loudly. He did this until he reached Ewan’s house, and as soon as he got there, it ended and he was happy. After he parked in the man’s driveway, he parked his car and flipped down his visor. He fixed his hair a bit, made sure he looked perfect before going in. He reached in his console and grabbed his Icebreakers and popped one into his mouth before he grabbed a small box he got for Ewan, it was Macarons, just a little treat he picked up for him before he and Diego left. Getting out of the car, he walked up to the door and rang the doorbell a few times.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

Ewan had just finished setting everything up, icing the wine with a roll of his sleeves.. Catching his reflection in the glossy shine of his sleek black refrigerator door, he paused for a moment and tugged down his shirt- smoothing it out before tilting his head from side to side.. With a raking of his fingers back through his hair- he was relatively satisfied at what he'd present to his long time friend when he walked through the door.. After adjusting the rosary that sat beneath his shirt collar so that it dangled more centered rather than off to the side- the other dark haired, blue eyed man put the last piece de resistance on the preparations for the evening.. The other bottle of Haut Brion was tucked into a spot beside the stove, as well as the brandy, while all the other vegetables and seasoning were settled out on the island with the dessert stuff.. 

When he heard the doorbell ring, he quickly checked his cellphone, and felt his heart race.. " Damn it Ewan- its.. it's just Dustin.. get a-hold of yourself, you're acting like you've been set up on a blind date- its just dinner for fucks sake.. " - he muttered.. He had a bit of a jog to get to the door in the first place.. 

With a slight jog he slid to the front door, followed by his beautiful black and white pitbull Bébé, with one hand hooked in her pink diamond, collar, he opened the door wide, tugging her to the side.." Bébé arrête! Papa vous a dit de ne pas sauter sur tout pere Dustin! " - he barked in french, to which the dog whined and sat down like a good girl, right in front of the other man," Sorry, she really missed you. " - he laughed.. And so had he.. Once he'd straightened up, he took a good look at the other man and felt his eyes lull in that satisfied way, only someone who had missed another person more than anything- ever could.. In one step he crossed the threshold of the door and hugged him around the shoulders tightly, grasping part of his shirt in hand as he listened to his dog whimper for the affection of the other man.

It was only too bad he wasn't planning on giving him over anytime soon, instead he chose to stand there taking soft, silent breaths of the other mans cologne, and just enjoying what it was that he had there in his arms.. " She's not the only one. " - he chuckled, pressing his lips together.

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

[jackson--turner]

Skype @Ewan

[jackson--turner]

  "And that is never going to change." he said with a smile and then bit into his dessert once more before nodding a few times and placing his hand over his mouth so he could talk, he pushed the food to the side of his mouth first. "Well of course I want to help decorate it." he said before finishing up his chewing and swallowed the contents that were in his mouth. Dustin shook his head and started laughing.

"Okay, you know what? That was ONE time and that crepe would have been delicious if we had been able to get it off of the ceiling to at. I followed EVERY direction that I was told to follow in order to make that thing, too. I still daydream about how amazing it would have been. But no. The stupid thing flung into the air for NO reason. I didn’t even flip it that hard!" he said as he threw one of his hands in the air and then shook his head. "I will not burn your damn stove top, so shut up. I can cook, I was young and dumb back then. I know EXACTLY what I’m doing now."

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

" Obviously. Im the only one of us who would willingly go bungee jumping, sky diving, mountain climbing.. So I'll take that title happily. " - Ewan smirked as he slid his hand into his glass and popped his remaining icecube into his own mouth, chewing on it slowly.

He listened to Dustin's exhuberance on the topic of the crepe-capade, and nearly choked when the other defied his story," Ex-Excuse me? Just once? What about the other crepes you attempted to flip and subsequently fell to pieces - all over my floor? You were as gentle with them as you were while playing tennis- you can use my frying pans to smack crepes into the hemisphere Dustin- thats just not how breakfast/desert works. " - he tried so hard not to laugh, proceeding instead to chew on his bottom lip as he watched the screen," I will tell you what, You prove it to me- I'll buy steak, portabello mushrooms, onions , some vegetables and the ingredients for au gratin, I have a few bottles of the Haut Brion, Bordeaux Red chilling in the wine cellar, I can pull one out just for us. And then we can make dessert.. What about White chocolate cheese cake with a white chocolate brandy sauce?? " - admitting that his dirty secret was that he liked to watch the food network, as well as owned a stock pile of gourmet cook books, was out of the question, so instead, he just pretended as if he'd gone to school for it.. though he would have told the other man..

[jackson--turner]

Skype @Ewan

[jackson--turner]

  Dustin shook his head and gave a soft smile. “For as long as I’ve known you, no you haven’t followed any rules. So no, you haven’t.” he said and chuckled lightly before reaching over and grabbing his box of Macrons and started eating some of it. He nodded a few times as Ewan was speaking. “I’m sure she’s given it to me, I just have to check my voicemail, I’ve had my phone off since I’ve gotten here. Well, you know if you want help with the decorating and unpacking I’m here to help. I mean, I did manage to decorate mine and Diego’s home, and I do have to say it looks absolutely stunning.” he said giving a soft smile. Dustin gave a small laugh and nodded. “No, I tend to stay away from the chopping. Especially after that one incident when we were cooking and I almost chopped my finger off. Yeah, I’ll leave chopping for you.”

[ewan-wade-faulkner]

" That's because I'm the wild child out of the two of us.. " - he smirked as he slid his hand up into his dark hair, shaking it messily before taking the last sip of his Grigio," ..Well if you want to help me decorate, then say so- I'll leave it, I'm not going to complain about help. " - Ewan chuckled as he slid forward once more to set down his glass, feeling the warm of the alcohol slowly warm up his system.. 

" Yeah, you had me scared fucking shitless that I'd need to take you to the fucking ER. I almost thought we wouldn't be able to get the bleeding to stop- I had to sit there with that bandage wrapped around your finger and apply pressure for the better part of an hour, with ice to coagulate the blood. You're all fucking thumbs Dustin.. " - he shook his head at that, pursing his lips playfully. " You remember that time I - you know what. Maybe you should sit in the kitchen and just pass me stuff.. " - he teased, and bit his tongue visibly," ..Don't want you ruining my stove top. That first time we ever made crepes you tried to get fancy and I had a fucking crepe stuck to my ceiling for months because I couldn't find a ladder or a chair that was short or tall enough to fucking reach the in between height of my kitchen. I don't even know how it managed to stay that long but I blame it on you for whatever you put in your batter.. " - he spoke teasingly, chewing on his bottom lip..