Disclaimer: I don´t own anything and I don´t believe that the things in the story will ever happen..for Jude´s sake, but it´s called fiction because it is NOT real, right. Just let a girl dream.
A/N: Thank you all for the kind reviews. You all rock so much. I wasn´t prepared for that. THANK YOU!
Many thanks to my BETAs zoo_baby and Curreeus
Now lets see what our boys are doing.
Coming down with something more (2/?)
Jude woke up to the sound of harsh breathing. What the hell?
"Shut it" mumbled his hoarse voice.
Man, he hadn't smoked a damn cigarette in almost four months and still his voice sounded like that of a whiskey loving, Emo-song-sobbing boozer.
And why was he freezing like a man who got beamed straight from the sauna to the North Pole? Naked, of course.
He had to open his eyes enough to solve the riddles, and then do something about the cold.
Really, he was freezing and his chest hurt a pretty damn lot.
Blinking his eyes open didn´t help that much, since it was so very dark. And where was he, anyway?
Roaming his hands over the smooth surface of his actual bed, Jude suddenly had a slight idea where he was. Leather sofa, his hotel room. Okay. His hotel room in Toronto, Canada.
Adjusting his eyes, Jude made out a gleam of light, reflecting off of the little snow crystals on the balcony tiles. And then he noticed the open door to said balcony.
Well, that explained his freezing body.
The room came more into focus each second. Jude groaned. The door seemed very far away, but closing it was essential, so the British man thought. That, and wrapping himself in that cozy looking woolen blanket, which was lying innocently on the armchair that was the furthest away. That figures!
Jude propped himself on his elbows and was in the process of putting his ice cold feet on the overly-expensive rug when a painful cough rattled his whole frame.
After a minute or two his breathing settled into something more normal, but Jude could see tidal air leaving his mouth and that was worrisome, at least if one considered where he was sitting.
First the blanket, then the door and finally his warm bed. That was a good plan.
Bracing himself up on his hands, Jude made it into a standing position. He had to close his eyes for a minute to fend away the stupid dizzy spell. He could feel himself sway a bit, but Jude blamed tiredness and the rooms' unusually low temperature for that.
Four steps later and he had wrapped the woolen dream around his shoulders, then made his way over to the balcony.
The clock on the DVD player informed him that it was already 4 in the morning. Nice.
Thank God they all had a day off. The first and maybe the last, he thought bitterly.
With the door closed, Jude let out a hearty sigh and paid for it with another coughing fit.
He was damn cold. Maybe he should took some pills first thing in the morning.
Shuffling, he made his way through the living area and into the bed room.
His empty and cold bedroom.
For the first time since he awoke in that freezer like room his thoughts strayed to Robert and Jude felt lonely all over again.
Suddenly he felt very weak.
As he finally bedded his body on the soft sheets, warm blankets surrounding him, Jude considered to call the man.
His whole body ached to hear THAT voice.
If they couldn´t be anything more then friends, then so be it. Anything was better than that what they had right now.
Which was nothing. Not even friendship.
Still shivering and slightly trembling, Jude closed his eyes once again.
Hoping to dream about those twinkling dark eyes and that infectious laugh.
Robert awoke with a start.
He had dreamed. About Jude. But it wasn´t as pleasant as usual.
Normally he would see the both of them in all kinds of kinky and not-so-kinky sexual situations.
Sometimes they walked just along a long, long road and talked and laughed together.
But this time it was different and it frightened the man.
Turning his head he watched his Susan sleep, her breathing even and quiet. It calmed him a great deal.
But the shadow of the bad dream wouldn´t leave him completely.
Looking out of his bedroom window, he could see that the sky was still dark with a slight glint of silver on the horizon. The clock confirmed his suspicion of the time. It was only 4.30 in the morning.
Robert was again staring at his ceiling, with his hand behind his head. He was still tired, but he had to figure out that weird dream he just had.
Jude had been in it, of course. But he hadn't been happy or horny or both.
He had looked so sad and tired.
Robert closed his eyes and tried to recall the pictures of the night.
It wasn´t the first time he had dreamed about a sad Jude Law. Shortly after the two of them had shook hands and said goodbye, Robert had dreamed two weeks straight about those miserable eyes.
That was also a reason to not call the other man again. Robert wanted to make a point.
His wife was priority number one. Nobody came between the two of them. NOBODY.
But at the time Jude hadn´t even tried. He stood stock still and said nothing at all. At first.
Then a short ´I understand.` They shook hands, said goodbye and life was supposed to go on as normal.
But it did not.
He dreamed almost every night about the younger man. First about those sad eyes and then about
all the things they might have done (?) together in bed and everywhere else.
Every morning he felt a bit more guilty. Towards his wife AND Jude.
What was he thinking? He loved them both, and the dream of last night had shown him this fact pretty clearly.
But what was it that made him so jittery about it? What was it?
Jude was trying to tell him something... but what? Of course it was just a dream, but it was nonetheless disturbing. Than something clicked in Roberts brain, and the bad feeling in his gut made a lot more sense.
Oh. Never before had the younger man bid him goodbye. NEVER.
Sitting up, feet swinging over the edge of the bed and settling on his soft bedside rug, Robert made a decision.
Silently, not wanting to wake Susan, he made his way down into his kitchen.
He could not do this until later because of the early hour, but he would think about what to say when he finally called the man he loved so much.
TBC...
PN: The next chapter is almost done. .-)))))