Craigshaw/Beniel

“no i swear, this is him”

“okay he’s not that great, everyone calm down”

With Daniel Craig…

Daniel’s hands stopped for a moment, the blue eyes locked with the hazel ones and an affectionate smile curved his lips. They hadn’t ever actually talked about how they saw their future, though they both wanted the other present in it, despite any obstacles that their careers and society may set in their way. And now this simple sentence suddenly meant so much.

Ben raised his hands and covered his face with them, feeling the blush burning his cheeks.

“I love you,” Daniel said - not for the first time and not for the last – and kissed his lover’s knuckles.

Because they knew in this very moment there will be another anniversary next year, and a year after that, and a year after that…

  xx xx

Daniel gently slipped past a few members of the camera team, apologising with a gentle smile as he knocked into another. They were crowding here; it made it nearly impossible for him to walk, to get where he wanted in the little time he had before someone would come and talk to him. Not the media, but Sam, Ralph, Javier, all the other actors, members of the team suggesting ideas, knowing he was more open to them than Sam who liked to stick to his script.

Right now, he didn’t have the time for that, couldn’t stop for even a moment; he had a goal, a destination, and he wanted to reach it as soon as possible. There was someone waiting for him, someone very dear to him.

Pushing past a cameraman, he walked towards the hotel right next to their set, going in by using the exit at the back so he wouldn’t be seen. The media made it hard for them to work because once they knew where they were, they blocked all the ways, asked questions, tried to get pictures of the scenes and actors without realising that they were doing harm.

“You better be there and ready,” he mumbled as he got inside the lift and pressed the button of their storey, knowing Ben was on the same than him. In fact, he knew his room number, knew how many steps it would take him to get there and that the walls were thick enough to cover all noises they’d make; all noises he’d coax out of Ben, slowly, painfully until the other would sob for it.

It all started when they met for the first time, at the shooting of The Trench.

Ben had been a lovely, shy creature back then, almost like a rare kind of elf, a fairy, an angel. To Daniel, he had been exciting right after the first gaze. Someone that young, that beautiful, innocent and completely unsoiled attracted everyone’s attention. One thing had led to the other; too much alcohol, too much temptation and the glimpse of white, smooth flesh in the moonlight had been enough to turn Daniel’s brain into mush.

At the end, he had ended up taking Ben into bed, fucking him into the mattress and then letting him ride him, never allowing him to take Daniel’s cock in deep enough to bring relief. Maybe he had been too cruel to him back then, but the image of Ben’s face – all flushed, pink cheeks, lust-blown eyes sparkling in desperation – was burnt into his mind and he couldn’t get rid of it.

Daniel & Kitten

  James Ecker @EckersCheckers

'Found out Craig’s a fag. Bad enough he destroys his career but Ben won’t get roles cause no1 wants Craig’s whore in their movie #Daniel Craig’

  JamesBondFan007 @JBF007

'OMG didn’t know Craig was a fairy #Hate #Daniel Craig’

  WantNewBond @WantNewBond

'If there’ll be a gay scene in JamesBond24 I’ll throw up #AntiCraig’

  Jamie Anderson @JaMiE

'Craig’s a pain in the ass - get it? ;) #Hate #Daniel Craig’

  'Craig is destroying James Bond’, an article by Christian Bells’

  'Has Ben Whishaw turned Daniel Craig gay? Rumors had it that the young British actor (Cloud Atlas, Skyfall) was gay for a long time by now, and with the recent coming out of Daniel Craig we are left to wonder about how much of a bad influence the young Brit is. Read more on-’

The phone was taken out of Ben’s hands, the last words blurried by tears rushing into his eyes widened from shock, disgust and the horror of what he just had read. He couldn’t breathe; his chest felt too tight and the air tasted poisonous, as if it was mocking him and his pathetic hope that maybe they wouldn’t get attacked

He was wrong.

So painfully and stupidly wrong, it hurt; he felt tears run down his cheeks and let out a sob, feeling strong arms go around him.

Naomi’s perfume tickled in his nostrils, the faint scent of flowers and something sweet rising into his nose. He hardly noticed it and forgot about it immediately again; it was trivial and, quite frankly, of no importance.

He didn’t know when he had started going through his twitter account, but now he knew it had been a mistake. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t expected the hate because honestly, he had, but part of him had been naive enough to believe that people would play nice.

Britain’s newspapers hardly cared, never gossiped to the point an actor felt humiliated - or at least the ones Ben read. But America… America was cruel. It was rude, horrible and nasty, spit on the actor’s dignity and dragged their feelings and past through the dirt.

America was the reason Ben was crying now, because they blamed Daniel, not him.

(It’s my birthday today,so… with a dedication to all 00Q/Craigshaw fans. I love you,guys!)

Daniel and Ben spent their anniversary in Paris…

Celeb Spotting at THE CRUCIBLE on Broadway [PART 4]

Daniel Craig (*), Whoopi Goldberg, Stevie Nicks (*), Maria Sharapova (*), James Cordon, Marina Abramovic, Jessica Chastain, Ruby Rose,