James placed his can of coke on the kitchen counter, and reached into his pocket to pull out his mobile.
"Hello Sir Patrick, what can I help you with?"
"For the love of god James please just call me Patrick, I've met you several times now and I would say we are friends"
Friends with Sir Patrick Stewart, James would've settled for mere acquaintances. He bit back a squeal of delight.
"Fine, Sir Stewart how can I be of your assistance" James chuckled, listening to Patrick groan in frustration at the other end of the phone.
"Well I was wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner tonight"
James removed the phone from his ear and placed it by his waist, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you hitting on me?"
Patrick giggled intensely "No of course not, but I'm meeting Ian tonight and he's bringing Michael so I thought we could all meet and discuss the film."
"But you aren't even in First Class, no offense Sir Patrick." James winced when he said the words, worried of a backlash.
"Yes James I realised that" Patrick tutted "But you and Michael need to meet at some point, and me and Ian are due a catch up so we decided combine the two. Bryan arranged for me and Ian to meet before the first X-Men film, and you need to start developing a relationship with Michael before shooting, it will make things easier"
"Fair enough, but you're picking me up. What time?"
"I'll be over in ten my dear, I have some of Michael's films we can watch together and we can discuss the details for tonight"
"Do I not get a say in this?"
"No you don't my love, I'll see you in a minute" Patrick chirped hanging up the phone.
"Should be saving all your loves for Ian" James muttered, sinking back down into his sofa, flipping nonchalantly through the channels. Did he really need to go and meet Michael? He'd met him once shooting Band of Brothers a few years back. Groaning, he flicked through the channels and stopped at one when he saw the trailer for Jane Eyre, a film in which Michael was staring in. His sparkling blue eyes radiated through the television, entrancing James. His brown hair curled with sweat as he rode his horse across the television screen, as James shifted uncomfortably. Thankfully it drew to an end, and he was unfortunately interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.
"Ah, Hello James" Patrick chimed deeply.
"Alright Patrick, come on in. Drink?"
"I'll have a red wine if you've got one" Patrick replied, settling himself into the couch. James poured two red wines, and relaxed into the couch with Patrick. He noticed two Star Trek DVD boxes on the coffee table, and hastily swept them away under the sofa before Patrick could notice.
"I saw the Star Trek boxes James" Patrick heartily chuckled.
"Dammit, sorry Patrick. I can't help being a nerd." James chuckled back, embarrassed. "Shall we order a pizza? It is lunch time"
James and Patrick ordered a pizza online, and Patrick began pulling out DVD's for the afternoon.
"So what films did you bring?" James questioned.
"Um, Shame, Fish Tank and Centurion" Patrick replied, holding up each DVD. "We're watching Centurion first, then Fish Tank, then Shame"
"Fair enough, shall we start?"
Patrick placed Centurion into the DVD player, and the two settled down to watch it. The film began with a Roman soldier fleeing across a snowy landscape saying "My name is Quintus Dias. I am a soldier of Rome, and this is neither the beginning, nor the end of my story." It's a historical film, which drew James in slightly more. The fights scenes were intense, Michaels head sweating profusely, his chestnut wisps of hair flailing in the breeze as he majestically rides through the hectic battlefield on his horse, yelling violently. James couldn't deny that Michael looked quite sexy running through the raucous battles, and spent the majority of the film lost in his eyes. He only drew his eyes away when Michael had to kiss Arianne, flinching with slight envy however siting up straight again when he notices Patrick looking at him. The film finished with Michaels voice echoing round the screen, saying "My name is Quintus Dias. I am a fugitive of Rome, and this is neither the beginning, nor the end of my story." Patrick leaned forward to switch the DVD.
"What did you think?" Patrick asked, putting Fish Tank into the TV.
"Yeah, it was alright" James replied, sipping his red wine.
"I thought it might be your cup of tea, all the history stuff. Fish Tank?"
"Hm, I think I heard about this film, doesn't Michael –". Patrick placed his hand in the air to sentence James mid-sentence, fully aware of what he was going to say. Patrick had picked the next too films on purpose.
The film started with a young girl wandering a council estate in London, who gets into a scrap with another girl after she criticises their dance routine. This didn't seem like James's type of film at all. The film was fairly slow to start off with, and was not a film that James would usually chose to watch. James was nearly about to tell Patrick to turn it off, when Michael came on the screen. He'd let his hair fly lose again, it draping over his face as he smiled intensely. The film was bland at most, and Michael's character seemingly a little creepy. James almost dropped his drink when he pulled the girl over his lap and spanked her, did he really want to act with this man? He couldn't deny that Michael was very good looking, and from what he had seen so far a terrific actor. His hair looked more ginger in this film, and James was instinctively drawn to it. His eyes were gorgeous, a vibrant blue that chiseled your heart, and his smile was so full of life. The film was tedious, the young girl hideously break dancing. He was near asking Patrick to turn it off when the screen went dark, and all you could hear was explicit moaning. James suddenly remembered what he'd heard about this film, and when the screen flicked to Michael in bed with a woman, moaning deeply and panting. He shuffled uncomfortably on the sofa, staring down at the floor to avoid Patrick seeing him blush. When it was over, James continued watching the film, starring intently at Michael went Patrick wasn't looking. He began to take bigger sips of his red wine, and spluttered a lot of it out when Michael and the young girl participated in an explicit scene on the screen. James couldn't help but look at how sexy Michael was, how dominant he looked. He felt his body tingling in anticipation, and he pulled the pillow out from behind him and hugged it close to him, pressing his face into is so Patrick couldn't see how smitten he was. He endured the rest of the film by the skin of his teeth, not focusing what so ever, and he was utterly delighted when it ended and the doorbell rang with the pizza.
"I'll get it" James practically yelled as he sprinted to the door. He gingerly walked back into the room, checking to see if Patrick had put another movie on, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the screen was only at the title page. Patrick and James nibbled on their pizzas for a few minutes, and engaged in conversation about the latest installment in the X-Men Franchise to be produced. Once they had finished, all attention came flooding back to the movie.
"It's four o'clock Patrick what time are we meeting them?"
"Not until 7:30 my dear, we still have time for one more movie" Patrick smirked.
"Why are we watching all these?" James questioned, stomach churning as to why Patrick was smirking.
"Because James, you need to have a clear idea of the person you're getting yourself involved with"
"Involved with?"
"James just be quiet now and let's watch the film" Patrick groaned, pressing play.
The film started off with Michael led in bed, and for a while everything seemed relatively normal. James glanced over at Patrick who was smirking ominously and stifling his giggles, and when he looked back at the television he accidently spat his red wine everywhere. Michael walked across the screen completely naked, nothing at all hidden. James felt the blood rushing around his body, and a tingling in his lower abdomen. Michael was certainly impressive, and James quickly excused himself as he began to feel more flustered and his situation grew more compromising. When he returned Michael was shirtless, and it was clear he was in great shape, something James greatly admired. Despite the raunchy plot so far, he couldn't deny that this was very well acted on Michael's part and very well produced. They were an hour or so into the film, when James found himself blushing a vibrant red as Michaels towel slipped to reveal his behind, and he pulled the pillow in tighter to him, flushing out all his emotions. He couldn't help himself feel a twinge of envy when Michael began to kiss a woman, perhaps wishing it was him being on the receiving end. The film was expertly acted, Michael had a raw talent. Unsurprisingly, Michael began to do something utterly unspeakable against a window for the world to see, and James suddenly felt the urge to imagine himself there. However he quickly brushed away those thoughts, he didn't want to think like that. Michael looked so dominant, so powerful. He could see why they had cast him as Magneto. He seemed threatening at times, yet other soft and secure. James found this incredibly sexy, but refused to think like this. Was it normal for him to be this smitten after only seeing his films? The fangirls got that way, maybe it wasn't so weird? It was normal to have celebrity crushes, right? Michael was such an incredible actor, he had pulled off each role this evening beautifully, and at the end James felt like lunging at the television screen as he watched Michael cry. The film ended, and the clock struck 6:00pm.
"So, what do you think of him?" Patrick questioned.
"He seems nice, apart from the fact he seems like a sex-maniac" James chuckled. "He seems like a good actor, very threatening, I can see why he got Erik."
"Very good looking isn't he" Patrick added calmly, sipping the remains of his red wine.
James blushed as red as the setting sun, looking down at the sofa awkwardly. Why was Patrick asking him this?
"I thought you had a thing for Ian" James retaliated, trying to change the conversation.
"Don't change the subject James, I saw how red in the face you went during those films, and you shuffled around quite a bit too"
"Whatever Patrick, we need to get ready" James chuckled, leaving the living room.
Michael stared at the blank TV, contemplating the movie he had just watched. Sir Ian leant over and turned off the television, putting the DVD into the box. The story mainly revolved around Robbie Turner (who James happened to be playing) and the woman he was in love with Cecilia Tallis. Michael had seen a few of James's films before, his favourite being The Last King of Scotland. He remembered seeing him whilst working on Band of Brothers, and really liked his style of acting. Ian had come over earlier that day carrying the DVD, stating that they must watch together as Michael needed to sure who he was getting involved with. Michael had pointed out that Ian wasn't going to be in X-Men First class, and Ian had simply swatted him away saying that it was his duty to help Michael prepare. Michael had met Ian a few months ago when he had received the role of a young Erik Lehnsherr, and they had grown quite a bond. The film in question had been exceptionally beguiling, then heart breaking. Ian had insisted they watch this film, and Michael could see why now. James looked rather gorgeous, his rich hair swept back, weaving its way into a gorgeous position. His eyes shone from the television screen, piercing Michael's heart and filling it to the brim with bubbling emotions he tried hard to fight against. James physique was impeccable, and the white vest top he often adopted framed his body perfectly. Michael couldn't take his eyes from him when he was in his soldier's uniform, dirt and sweat dripping profusely from his face, his neat hair flailing and sweeping in the breeze. His favourite part was the library scene, where he had gotten in a heated situation with his love interest in the film. Michael couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy, perhaps wishing he was the one with him. He shook his head in order to discourage these feelings, he wouldn't be able to work with the man if he thought like this. James looked so innocent, his eyes were soft and his lips pale, it was beautiful. Michael was tough and dominant, the complete opposite of him. This film ended too quickly for Michael's liking, and he wiped away his tears as the emotional ending to the movie bled through the TV screen.
"So what did you think?" Ian asked.
"Good, very well acted."
"Indeed, and what do you think of James"
"He seems nice, very good actor."
"Rather dashing don't you think?"
Michael blushed slightly, yes he was rather dashing but Michael couldn't think like that. "I thought you liked Patrick" Michael retorted, chuckling.
"Always Michael, always" Ian sighed. The pair sunk into the sofa, Ian staring at the wall and Michael's hand placed behind his head.
"What's the latest with you two?" Michael asked, knowing that Ian had a deep rooted affection for Patrick.
"Latest? We're just friends Michael. I've told you several times I don't have feelings for him."
"You and I both know that's complete bollox."
Ian sighed, placing his head in his hands. "I know Michael, I know. Anyway, me and Patrick are going out for dinner tonight, care to join us?"
Michael inhaled suddenly, dinner with Sir Ian McKellen and Sir Patrick Stewart? He was honoured enough to know Ian but to have dinner with them both, he couldn't even dream of it.
"I don't know Ian, I don't want to interrupt"
"James is going to be there" Ian smirked, an air of mischief flowing through his voice.
"James?"
"Yes, Patrick is at his house at the moment"
Michael contemplated for a moment, should he go? He was unsure as to whether he could face James after watching this film, but he didn't want to turn down an opportunity to see his chiselled face and his gorgeous eyes.
"Okay, whatever"
"Fantastic, come on then we need to get ready, we're leaving in half an hour!"
Authors note:
Just to clarify everything:
Ian McKellen: Gay (publicly out)
Patrick Stewart: Gay (publicly out)
James McAvoy: Gay (only out to Ian and Patrick)
Michael Fassbender: Bisexual (publicly out)
Of course, only Ian is gay in real life, however it's fanfiction so I can do whatever I want.