Whose Universe Are We In?

Title: Whose Universe Are We In?

Author: Squigglesquared

Rating: NC-17

Main Pairing: Alan Rickman/Daniel Radcliffe

Summary: After their last scene in the final film of a major franchise, Alan Rickman and the young lead star share a passion-filled afternoon in Alan’s trailer at Alnwick Castle…..and awaken at….Hogwarts!!! But are they in the Universe created by JKR….or not? This is Slash – male/male.

A note on warnings: This is pretty ‘cracky’! RPS/FPS crossover

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter-verse and do not know, nor do I have any dealings with the real persons depicted herein. I mean no harm or defamation on the persons concerned and have written this piece purely for fun and amusement. It is a complete work of fiction. I make no money from this.

A/N: I got the initial premise from the best LOTR RPS fic I ever read called, ‘Mired in Middle-Earth’. The storyline crossed the real actors into the fictional ‘verse. I cannot recall who this author was (not me!) to thank them for a great starting point but if you see this, then thanks – I haven’t nicked your idea wholesale it’s just a jumping-in spot, my treatment veers wildly from yours. I wish I could recall the site I found it on. Sorry.

I know that Dan is an only child but I invented him a sister.

I never visited any of the film sets. I made it all up!!!!

Spoilers: This begins during the final part of the last film therefore there are book spoilers aplenty, particularly for Deathly Hallows. There are also a couple of minor spoilers for other Rickman movies – notably Sweeney Todd and Die Hard.

Stats: Almost 233,000 words in 26 chapters plus a short epilogue. This work is complete and will be posted over the next several days. Written Summer 2009. This work is unbeta’d but has been through several drafts and revisions and each chapter is being given a last-minute ‘tweak’ before being posted. In addition I have checked carefully for spelling/grammar errors – I apologise for any that remain.

I hope you enjoy this. Please leave stars/reviews/comments – they are greatly appreciated and very welcome.

Happy New Year – 01/01/2010 – The Squig.


Whose Universe are We In?

Prologue

The man paused by the open trailer door and made to call after peeping in but smiled instead at the activity in the room beyond. Two boys stood there....correction, two young men stood there, lost to the world wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing. The older man shook his head and passed on his own way, he had no intention of breaking the two up.

So, the rumours were true then, were they? Not that the man ever listened to scurrilous gossip, oh, no, not at all, but here was proof positive right before his eyes. The boys were in costume, they were due out on set, in fact, he’d been sent to find them in the absence of the front-of-house girl that usually performed this chore. He was glad she hadn’t been a witness to this, he mused, it might have traumatised her for life.

And here they were, thoroughly ignoring him and snogging as if this was their last moment together. The man grinned, murmured, “Ah, young love”, and passed by. Let someone else come and root them out, he was quite content to leave them to it. He paused in his walk and stepped back a few paces.

Yes, they were still at it only now their bodies were closer, rubbing and frotting against each other and what he could see of their faces told of the lust building between the amorous pair not to mention hands that were meandering everywhere and low moans emitting from them both.

He turned at a sound behind him. Crap! The director himself was bearing down on the trailers. He coughed loudly and the pair within sprang apart turning to the door. He nipped into the trailer with them, holding a finger over his lips and half-closed the door from within. The director caught the movement and called out, “Found ‘em yet, Al?” The man shrugged, “They’re not here. I could’ve sworn I saw them...”

The director made an impatient gesture, “Bloody hell, where have those two sneaked off to? I’m getting a bit sick of this, bloody romance of the century you’d think this was instead of two horny teenagers feeling their oats. I’ll bloody kill ‘em when I find ‘em, they’re putting the shooting schedule behind and behind costs money. Damn those two....”, and his voice tailed off as he stalked away.

The shorter of the two young men made a sheepish face at the older actor, “Thanks, Alan, thanks for covering for us. I’d better go”, he directed this last at the other lad, kissed him briefly then exited the trailer after first determining that the director was no longer outside. He left the other two together.

“Well, well”, said Alan as the door closed after the departing boy, “You bagged yourself a big catch this time, Tom. Are you going to keep this one or are you just messing about again?” The boy grinned, “I never keep ‘em Al. Find ‘em, fuck ‘em and flee, that’s me”. Alan rolled his eyes, “I’d beware of doing that with this one, Tom, he’s a sensitive boy, he deserves more than a bloody trollop like you”. Tom scoffed, “Oh, do behave. He knows what he’s getting into. He knows I’m a slag. Look, it’s fun and it passes the time”. Alan wasn’t too sure; he’d seen the light in the smaller man’s eyes and knew that look, that of a man falling in love.

As if to underline his words, Tom grabbed the older man’s hand and laid it over his tumescence, “Aw, come on, Al, help a guy out won’t you?” Alan pulled his hand away sharply, “Get a grip, Tom. I don’t want this”. The younger man sneered at him, “Give over, I’ve seen the way you look at us younger ones and here I am offering”. The man barely restrained himself from punching the smug youngster, “I do no such thing. Now tuck your bloody shirt in and let’s get to set. We’ve a job to do”. Tom was still snickering as they left the trailer.

****

The two parted ways and Alan watched the younger man lope off towards the ‘Great Hall’ of the castle in which they were filming and he turned his own steps to the next scene he had coming up but for some reason he was unsettled by what the tall lad had said. They needed their lead in fine fettle not thrown over and in the pits of despair after a first love gone awry. “Damn that wretched little tart”, he spat under his breath as he entered his set and greeted the second director.

That scene, one with a braying mob of murderers done up in cloaks and masks, had taken all morning and had given him a headache but his head positively throbbed at the thought of his next scene. Damn it! The bloody Great Hall. Amongst about nine million brats all talking at once. Oh Gods.

Charlie, who ran the catering trucks, said, “Bloody hell, Alan, are you okay? You look a bit green around the gills”. The man smiled wanly, “Blasted headache. I’ll have my usual, please”. The cook grinned, “Aye, and I’ve a couple of pills somewhere that’ll banish that headache in under half an hour. You’ve got the Great Hall next, haven’t you? Everyone has, it seems”. Alan nodded and winced. The cook dug into his bag under the counter and pressed two codeine in his hand. “There you go, mate. Gimme a sec, you need water with these then eat your lunch, you’ll be as right as rain in no time”. He served a large cup of water along with the chilli baked potato, watched as the actor swallowed his pills and smiled, “You have a great afternoon”, he called out as Alan thanked him and wandered away with his meal.

Jesus! What was in these bloody tablets? Christ, he’d had codeine before, cocodamol and the like, but what the fuck were these? He was tempted to go and argue the toss but he was needed on set. Thank fuck he wasn’t required to actually say anything except stare cryptically, sneering, at the lead from time to time whilst conversing with his fellow ‘teachers’, for this was a school story and he was supposed to be feared and loathed by one and all. He was very much in the background whilst the main action was focussed elsewhere.

‘I can do this. I just have to stay awake’, he thought then entered the maelstrom of the Hall. The kids were actually mainly quiet but the director was bellowing through a megaphone, making Alan wince as he picked his way across wires and under lights on stands to his seat at the top table. He was almost looking forward to this scene now that he was doped up on morphine, the scene involved a public fight between the very lovers he had stumbled upon and rescued that afternoon. Oh, this could be fun, he just hoped that it didn’t go on too long.

Alan collapsed gracefully into his seat and endured last minute make-up touch ups, a quick comb through the chin length black wig and he was ready to be the feared teacher at a very special sort of school. He slid forwards to the table and greeted his fellow actors turning this way and that at the request of the poor man who always had difficulty lighting him in order that he not look like a black blob onscreen, as his costume and hair were inky black. Even his eyes were darkened by contact lenses. Alan bore the man’s fussing stoically.

He exchanged small talk with his erstwhile ‘colleagues’, enthusing with the man playing a giant over the man’s latest vehicular acquisition: and commiserated with the woman at his other side as she related yet more house re-modelling misery. He tuned them out a bit and thought on his encounter with the boys. He did pick them out, he supposed; in this at least, Tom was right, the little prick, but it wasn’t him that Alan watched.

He smiled as the young lead actors were led onto the centre of the set and placed. They had spent all morning rehearsing this and were ready to go. The first couple of takes were just to get everyone warmed up, the third would be the first serious one, the first one to be committed to film. Everyone shook out arms and muttered quick snatches of lines. Some looked up, some down, shrugging shoulders to keep them loose, then all took their places. It was going great and Alan grinned at the thought of an early finish when the director shouting, “Cut!” broke into his thoughts.

He looked out to see the director steaming towards him past all the kids and he stepped right up and leaned over the table, “Your character doesn’t smile, Alan, much less grin his socks off. Can we do another one without the happy face”, and he stalked away again. Bugger, that must be the codeine. He murmured, “Sorry”, after the director’s retreating back.

Glancing around, he saw glares directed his way and mumbled his apologies for fucking up what would have been a perfect take. Why couldn’t their CGI Johnnies do something about his expression anyway? He sighed as folk looked away again and set themselves for another take. Schooling his own face to somewhere between a scowl and a frown, Alan was ready when ‘action’ was called. They nailed it that take.

He could finally unfreeze his face from it’s scowl as they all stood and stretched out. It had been long for a single take and it had to be said that the youngsters had performed superbly. This director was a stickler for being well-rehearsed before they wasted a moment of camera time, he hated multiple takes going into the double figures and Alan liked his style of direction.

He glanced over at the younger principals as he made to leave and stopped dead in his tracks. The lovers were having some sort of hissed little spat judging by the tight faces and narrowed eyes. From where he stood, Alan was unable to hear anything that was said but it was clearly unpleasant. He did, however, hear the yelled, “Fine, fuck you, Tom”, as the younger of the love birds stalked off the set. Hmm, what was all that about then?

Alan stepped outside, his costume robes billowing out behind him as he descended the steps. He was heading to the wardrobe pre-fabs in the grounds to get changed and become Alan again, go to the local pub, down a few beers with some of the others, perhaps.....it was as he was contemplating this that he smelled the smoke from clove cigarettes and heard a distinct sniffle from somewhere off to his left.

He rounded the base of the steps and found the forlorn figure of the main lead actor slumped down the stone wall with his face in his hands trying to cry as quietly as possible. Oh dear. This didn’t look good at all. Alan went to the lad and cautiously touched his knee. The young man looked up with red eyes, “Oh. Hi, Alan, sorry about this but he’s just finished with me, said you were hot for him, so I don’t want to talk to you right now. Please go away”.

Alan was stunned, “I beg to differ here, Daniel. I can assure you that the encounter went nothing like that. Not at all. Would you like to hear my version?” Dan looked up and nodded then patted the ground beside him, “Yeah, but come down here ‘cos if I look up, you’ve got the sun behind you and its hurting my eyes”. The older man sank to the cold ground glad he still wore his costume cloak. He settled himself pretty close but the man beside him neither flinched nor moved away.

He related what happened after Dan left the trailer and watched the boy tip his head back against the stone and close his eyes. Eventually he said, “That actually feels a lot truer than his version. Sorry about that. You’re right, he is a tart and I’m probably well rid of him, but, fuck, it hurts. I was falling in love with him, you know?”

The older man glanced at him and nodded, “Yes, I could see it. I’m sorry that your first love ended so badly. As you say, you are probably well rid of him. My own first love was equally short-lived and equally disastrous.....”, he proceeded to launch into his tale and by the end, they were both laughing hard. Dan turned to his fellow actor and thanked him for helping him. It helped also that he had his own suspicions confirmed, the older man had experienced gay relationships despite the current relationship he knew the man beside him was involved in.....with a woman.

There was a tense silence between them. They were both still in costume and Alan felt a bit ridiculous but the feeling was quashed when he saw the lad bearing down on his mouth and, before he could properly register what was going on, he was being kissed.

Oh God, he was being kissed. By this mere slip of a boy, and fuck, he was kissing back, his arms instinctively going around the smaller slighter frame beside him, his mind reeling, ‘CHRIST, what was this boy doing to him?’, and, ‘how idiotic was that Tom for losing this?’ And, ‘what the fuck am I doing, I’m a committed man and I’m three times his age?’ This was enough for the older man to propel himself away from the ardent youngster.

He held out his hands, “I’m so sorry, Dan, forgive me, that won’t happen again, I swear. I don’t know what came over me....”, he stammered as he backed away. Dan grinned. “Don’t worry. I started it. I’d like more but I think that today isn’t a good idea since it’d just be rebound. Can you imagine, the bastard said he could never be faithful to me? He’s already got his eye on someone else”, then sighed and frowned again, his face crumpling to fresh tears.

To forestall them, Alan did the only thing he could think of; he lifted the boy’s damp face and kissed him again, this time pressing the tip of his tongue between the trembling lips that opened under his then a tentative tongue tasted his. Alan knew he made a sound as he pulled the boy to him and proceeded to devour his mouth, Dan pressing back, his tongue slipping into the older man’s mouth for a taste, making these breathy little sighing noises that were enveloping the older man in waves of lust.

They parted slightly for air, both faces ravaged and pink, lips swollen and wet, breath short and laboured. The young whelp grinned, “I though you said you weren’t going to do that again”, then smirked. Alan shook his head and unhanded the delicious boy, “I know. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to see you cry over that little shit. He isn’t worth it”.

They still held each other and laughed self-consciously as they separated. Dan pecked Alan’s cheek playfully and Alan nudged him back, “I’m too old for you, Dan. You could be my bloody grandson”, the older man leaned back against the wall, suddenly glad of his costume, so voluminous that it hid a multitude of sins including the boner he currently sported for a lad a third his age. He felt like a dirty old man.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and willed his erection down. It was almost working until he felt a hot hand close over his clothed length. He made a sound. There was a soft laugh beside him. “You want me”. It wasn’t a question. Alan nodded once. He felt his own hand lifted and placed over hard serge wool. He didn’t open his eyes, he just squeezed gently. An answering hardness was under his hand. Smaller than his own but no less solid.

There was the dual pressure of a hot hand over the back of his and the solidity pressing up into his palm and Alan whipped his hand from in-between, “No, Dan. No. This really isn’t a good idea”. They both sagged and Alan moved away fractionally. Dan visibly winced and inhaled through gritted teeth whilst adjusting himself. “Bah. Spoilsport. But I sort of know what you mean. Um, sorry”. He stood suddenly, wrapped his cloak around himself and shot back up the steps. Alan stayed against the wall for a moment collecting himself.

He flexed his hand, a sense memory of the lad’s cock seemed to have been imprinted there. He shook his arm out and stood, stretching himself against the creeping cold invading his veins, straightened his costume and continued his way to the costume huts, still thoughtful.

Late that night, still bleary from codeine and a couple of beers, he tossed off stormily, his mind full of sweet kisses and hard young cocks and the most piercing of blue eyes. He could still hear ‘you want me’ in the lad’s low voice. At that point he came, murmuring, “Yes”, over and over with each pulse.

Meanwhile, several miles away, in the small house that he shared with the other principals, Dan was coming as quietly as possible under the shower, the older man’s name on his lips and the fleeting memory of the man’s length pressed against his hand in his mind’s eye.

****

They had several scenes together over the next few days. All of them highly strung and fraught, mainly consisting of them arguing and snarling at each other, holding each other at bay physically and by other means that the CG guys filled in later. Dan was aching and sore, having thrown himself backwards several times supposedly on the end of a magic spell, then it was Alan’s turn to be thrown backwards. He landed with a cry and a sharply hissed indrawn breath. The director yelled ‘cut’ and they all rushed to his aid.

Dan was there first and shooed the gawkers away, “Give the guy some room to breathe”, he barked and the crowd thinned somewhat. The director crouched down on Alan’s other side, “Are you okay, Al? You two did damned fine work out there today. Do you need to see a doctor, Al? Go to hospital?”

Alan waved the twittering man away. He liked his direction but he didn’t have to like the man himself much. He slowly realised that the arms that held him were Daniel’s and struggled to extricate himself, only to hear, “Steady on, Alan, give yourself a few minutes”, and feel the arms holding him up tighten a little. He decided to stay where he was for the moment. It felt good there.

Eventually they parted and Alan sat up gingerly feeling for sore spots in his back and shoulders. No permanent damage done, he knew he’d ache for a few days. Then he turned to Dan, still eyeing him with concern recalling that the lad had had to take many more such hits during the scene. “Are you all right, Dan?”, he asked.

Dan gave him a blinding smile and shrugged, “I’ll feel stiff in the morning but I’ll be okay”, then blushed at his own unintentional double entendre and snickered. Alan shook his head, “Ah, youth”, he murmured and accepted Dan’s hand to assist in hauling him to his feet. He was pleased to note the dryness of the lad’s hand, not sticky with adolescent sweat.....but then the lad was what...? Twenty now?

He was disturbed even thinking these thoughts. They were awfully close as they got to their feet. Neither backed away for a good long moment. Their eyes met and held. Then Dan looked down awkwardly, the moment was broken and they stepped back from each other. Alan was satisfied to note that the boy was quite flushed. Was this about him? He couldn’t help but wonder.

His wondering turned to bafflement later on in the pub that had all but been colonised by the actors and crew for the duration of the shoots each year. Dan didn’t exactly ignore him but all the smouldering and the hooded stares were gone to be replaced by a polite blandness that he used with all the older actors. Still, Alan reasoned to himself, the lad was with all his cronies tonight and couldn’t be seen to be mooning over an old bloke like him. Alan had also to admit to himself that he looked years younger in his Snape get-up than he did in real life.

Then again, he was supposed to. His character was late thirties-early forties while he himself was over sixty. It was easier to see when he was out of costume. How his skin looked grey against his mostly grey hair still sporting hints of his original light brown. His lens-darkened eyes drew attention away from his wrinkles too, whereas his own hazel eyes seemed to emphasise them. He thought the long wig ridiculous but at least it covered his thinning crown and it wasn’t nearly as greasy as in the childrens’ books from which these films were being made, in fact it was quite thick and shiny.

He did have the robe-snapping thing down pat, though. It had taken a lot of practice and his girlfriend surreptitiously sewing weights into the hems of his cloaks, but he really had it to a ‘t’. It wasn’t that much work but he mostly enjoyed it. His voice usually cast him in villainous roles which he loved to ham up a bit and he’d enjoyed acting opposite Daniel today. He found himself quietly watching the lad as he sat with his friends. Alan smiled inside to note that as yet, there had still been no reconciliation between Dan and Tom. Good. In fact they were as far apart as it was possible to get and deep in conversation with their own cliques. He tuned out of his musings and enjoyed a good drink with three of his fellow elders and a rousing game of dominoes.

He took a taxi back to the small cottage flat he occupied whilst here, a little chintzy for his tastes but cosy enough and stuffed to the rafters with books including a very interesting erotica section and a history section to die for. He liked spending time out here. It was quiet, his view was great in the daytime and all his shopping was done for him.

Searching out more alcohol, Alan decided to cook for himself and turned on the radio for entertainment. He made an omelette and sat down with his current book. He could be quite content here. He smiled at the comparison with his character but he had a lovely woman...a life elsewhere, so why did this feel so good? He had TV and radio plus music if he wished. He had fine walking in all directions from his doorstep and he had regular food and plenty of good wine. What more did a man need, except a loving boy to share it all with.

Hang on! Did he just think ‘boy’?

He sighed deeply. Maybe it was the creep of middle age but he was restless. At home he did rather hide himself away for the most part. He and Rima had an active social life, filled with chattering friends and bitchy theatrical acquaintances, but he was getting too old for all of that these days. His house was always chaotic, with friends and friends of friends coming and going at all hours. So he often sought solace in his study under the pretence of reading for new parts.

Here he could think. He was actually having a stab at his memoirs and could write in this place. He wanted to stay on here now until the end of the films and try and write some more before getting swallowed up again in the drama that was his home life.

Another reason he liked it here was he could letch over the young luscious lead even while he resisted him, the very thought that the lad even entertained the idea set Alan’s pulse racing and he had had many a satisfying wank imagining having his ‘student’ over his own desk or maybe even over the teacher’s desk. There had been blindfolds and ropes involved. Alan could feel the sweat start again at the very idea. He’d been wanking himself silly this far away from his real home. He didn’t stop to think what it might possibly mean. He just assumed ‘mid-life crisis’ and gave into the impulses in private. So long as they stayed just that, he wasn’t hurting anyone.

****

Dan was not having an easy time of it. Between intense bouts of acting, with only his left hand to take the pressure off, and having to watch his ex flirting with Matt, who was straight but maybe willing to experiment with someone as gorgeous as Tom, all the time, to trying to catch the eye of the man he fancied like mad and failing dismally, he was indeed having it rough. Oh, and now they were doing battle scenes, so they were all covered in mud and blood every day. Very nice. Not.

He was even thinking of shagging that girl that was always all over him if only to a) shut her up, and, b) to get his end away. Okay, so he’d had a bit of a ‘thing’ about Tom. Well, who wouldn’t? Tall, gorgeous and can suck like a Hoover, liked to be fucked too, a dream boy, only the dream had bloody soured all too quickly. Dan lay on his back in bed with his arms behind his head staring up into the dark and pondered on his shitty life.

****

The final week of principal photography was pure hell and all were looking forward to the big party on the Saturday night. The battle scenes had thankfully finished and there were the final one-on-one scenes between Dan and the enemy they were all fighting with just a few of the main characters and closed sets.

They were all tired, particularly the younger threesome but this lent an edge to their performances, the director wringing the last drop from them, leaving them limp and exhausted at the end of each day. Alan stood by one night and watched the amours of the other two collect them and bear them off to wardrobe leaving Dan dejected and alone in the middle of the set.

Alan was about to step forward when the villain himself, peeled off his mask and approached Dan, startling him out of wherever he’d gone into looking up. He saw the lad grin and words were exchanged. Ralph helped him to his feet and they walked slowly off set deep in conversation. Damn, he’d moved too late.

****

Then there was the death scene.

Killing the enemy was a given. These were children’s tales after all. But then it was time for Alan to die. And Dan kept fluffing take after take, his eyes wet and his body trembling.

He was supposed to be receiving memories from Alan at the point of his death, something the CG chaps would fill in later but there was something about the reality of the blank lifeless eyes that Alan did so well that it just made Dan break down to see although the direction called for him to be stoic throughout. The director called ‘cut’ with a heavy sigh and Dan collapsed on Alan’s chest. Without even a second thought, Alan clamped his own arms around the warm boy and pulled his head down to his own shoulder. They lay like that for a moment until the director hissed at them that he wanted to see them both, pronto and in private.

Dan shifted and knelt up, huffing out a long breath, “Sorry, Al, we’re gonna get a bollocking for this and you don’t deserve it. I dunno what the fuck’s the matter with me. I just get all emotional seeing you there dead and you’re doing it perfectly. I just can’t seem to pull myself together”

Alan murmured, “It’s all right, Dan, it’s an intense scene. Come on, let’s see what his Highness wants”. He flung his arm around the boy......for support, of course.....and they staggered from the set area.

The director was in Dan’s face. He wasn’t happy. “What the fuck’s the matter with you, laddie? You’ve done the ‘hating him’ bit so well throughout all these movies whether or not you actually feel that way, but now you can’t go slobbering all over him as if you regret he’s fucking dying. You’re just reading his sodding mind....taking what he has before he kicks the bucket”.

Dan leapt to his feet, “You’re wrong”, he exclaimed. “Alan’s giving me his memories, including those where he was in love with my mother. This is what he’s tried to keep secret from me all these years, that and he saw me as the embodiment of my father whereas I was always much more like her than he’d like to admit. I think it’s that that informs my reaction here. According to the books I have only been taught to block out others’ probing of my head and not the mind-reading thing. I can only do that unintentionally. I have no control over it and Alan knows that. I think this scene needs to be emotional, though maybe I could make my face look angrier or something, a sort of ‘why the hell didn’t I know this before’ type of thing”. He subsided and rested his bum on the edge of the cluttered desk.

There was silence in the small office. Alan flicked his glance between the two of them. Dan had a point. Then he turned to Alan, “Perhaps if you didn’t look quite so dead, if you know what I mean, after all, you are still capable of transmitting memories to me or at least pushing to the front those you want me to see. I dunno, you can’t speak any more, but your eyes could flutter or something”. Another valid point. Probably a bit late for such a radical change but the director was frowning and silent which meant he was at least thinking about it.

After a moment, Dan ventured, “Isn’t this the point at which my character realises how much this man has done for him all his life? After all, doesn’t he name a son after him and the headmaster?” That seemed to do it for the director. It was not in the script but it seemed truer to the feel of the story and would look better onscreen. He harrumphed at Dan, “You’d better be able to turn on those tears, Danny-boy. Be back on set in half an hour boys”, and he stomped off out of his office, his phone at his ear.

They were alone then and dared to look at each other. Alan breathed deep and Dan saw him composing his face. He chuckled at this and was in the man’s space before the full breath was drawn, pulled down his head and kissed him. Alan made to choke and pull away but his damned arms were snaking around the boy, his wretched tongue was emerging to taste him and his traitorous throat made these damned sounds as their lips parted and they kissed deeply, counterpointed by little gasps coming from the boy that were driving Alan mad.

His arms held tighter. A hand wandered over the strong back to clutch at an arse cheek and pulled them closer still. Dan was already stiff. Alan knew he would take longer but he was already firming up nicely. He enjoyed the sweet mouth a moment longer then broke the kiss to see Dan’s face awash with bright lust. He pecked the slack mouth and stood back looking Dan up and down. “I think we should leave this until after this scene, don’t you?”, he purred. Dan gulped and had to cough to find his voice but his eyes never left Alan’s. He nodded slowly, “Yeah, alright, so long as it does happen, though, otherwise, I’m gonna do you right here”.

The darkened brow rose, “Indeed? I am, as you so adroitly pointed out, quite ready to ‘do’ you, too, but I think a little tension will add to the proceedings, will it not? And, lest we forget, we have a job to do. We are professionals, Daniel, and we will do our bit. Then afterwards we will go back to my trailer, which I have no doubt is tidier than yours, and we will ‘do’ each other to our heart’s content. Retain your costume if you please. Now, let us go”. Dan coughed out a laugh and allowed himself to be led from the office.

As they made to part ways, Alan leaned over to Dan and whispered, “No tossing off, now. You save it for me. And remember, we will both be costumed”. He smirked with satisfaction at the totally dazed expression on the young actor’s face as he staggered away. He watched the sway of the lad’s robes as he went and felt his dick twitch. He was going to have that cute little arse tonight, even if he had to keep his costume on to do so.

The promise of blisteringly hot sex was all the incentive the two men seemed to need. Alan died gracefully with a few flutters and moans and Dan cried and emoted on cue letting his face screw up slightly here and there as memories were transmitting and he was seeing them, letting his expression flit from anger to regret to sorrow to shock, with disgust and awe showing themselves in his face along the way.

When Alan’s dark eyes went finally glazed, Dan’s impassioned, “No! No, you bastard, you can’t die now!” was entirely believable as were the final enraged sobs wracked out on the dead man’s chest, the studio light fading to black all around them. The word “Cut”, was low and only came once the set was in complete darkness.

The lights came slowly up and Dan and Alan blinked then sat up at the sound of applause from all around them. The director stepped onto the set and helped them both to their feet then clapped them both on the back, “Well, boys, you fucking nailed it. Fine work there. That’s a wrap fellas”, he called over his shoulder to the technicians hovering about. They moved away to start disassembling the set.

Dan was shaking and could barely stand. He was relieved to feel Alan’s arm go around him and he sagged gratefully against Alan’s chest. He tried not to grin. The director clucked and fussed but the shaking was only partly about the scene they had just done. It was much more about what was to come.

The director was all for calling in a medic but Dan could hear Alan, “No, I’ll take him back to the trailer and give him a hot drink. You’ll be all right, won’t you, Dan?” Dan snuggled in further and nodded, “Yeah”, he mumbled. He felt the director pat his shoulder again and they were left to it.

They just stood there until the call to clear the set came and they stumbled off as the main kleig lights were doused. They sneaked a kiss in the semi-darkness then found their way outside. Alan still had his arm around Dan but at the sight of folk milling around in the pouring rain in broad daylight, they stepped apart a bit, dropped their arms.

Dan looked up and laughed at the rain, then winced as a loud roll of thunder sounded, “Bloody hell, it was okay at lunchtime. We’d better run or we’ll get soaked”, and took off down the steps. Alan followed at a more sedate pace cursing the fact of their costumes consisting of their ‘summer’ cloaks – the ones without hoods. He’d have to dry his wig on his head, no way was he removing it. If Dan wanted his little fantasy and he got to fuck that yummy arse, then sod his pride, Alan was all for it.

He unlocked the trailer and bundled them both inside with a quick glance round to see if he’d been seen. Most people had their heads down against the driving rain and seemed intent on getting out of the storm as lightning cracked and sizzled all around them. He slammed the door and leaned hard against it watching the boy shake water from his hair. Was he really going to do this?

Closing his eyes, Alan took several deep breaths, what was he thinking? He had a lady friend and a relationship that was slowly stifling him. He was all set to open the door, tell the boy no, until Dan touched him; a flat hand laid gently over his racing heart. “We don’t have to do anything, Alan, not if you really don’t want to”, was whispered to him; the perfect ‘out’, he could change his mind.

But his body had other ideas. He kept his breath even; in, out; in, out then opened his eyes to find Dan right in front of him, their only point of contact was Dan’s hand, he was looking straight into the lad’s eyes partly obscured by his misty prop-glasses. With slightly trembling fingers he slid the spectacles off the boy’s nose. Dan closed his eyes and smiled slightly, a deep pink climbing his cheeks.

Alan could feel himself fall as he angled his face, parted his lips and descended on that lush smiling mouth, both of them moaning as their tongue-tips touched; Alan returning the slight smile as his mouth was filled with tongue tasting of rain and wet boy. A sharp move tightened their arms around each other suddenly and the kiss went stellar.

It occurred to him, in a tiny corner of his mind, to wonder just exactly what this vibrant boy saw in him, an old bloke of sixty-plus, but he wasn’t about to over-think the situation, he was just glad that he was here with this luscious lad in his arms, a hard dick digging his thigh and Dan’s warm tongue in his mouth. He hoped the boy wasn’t going to turn out to be some whiny bottom type looking for a ‘daddy’ but for now, he’d take whatever he was offered.

The kiss ended with them both open-mouthed pecking at each other’s lips and finally they drew apart. Dan was flushed and biting his bottom lip, “Wow, you’re an amazing kisser”, he murmured as they freely drowned in each other’s eyes. Alan took several discreet deep breaths and choked out, “You’re not bad, yourself”. Dan grinned widely, took that as permission, and started to work his wicked tongue on Alan’s neck. Alan moaned shamelessly and tipped his head back; all the better to feel the soft bites and sucks.

Eventually, Alan pushed Dan slightly away. “I have a bed at the back of the trailer and I want to lie you down upon it and fuck you hard, but let me get you a towel for your hair because you’re dripping all over the place”. At this, Dan laughed aloud, let his hands come to the front and undid Alan’s cloak, letting it fall to the ground. Alan did the same to Dan’s. The circle of arms now broken, he touched a kiss to Dan’s mouth then squirmed free and went in search of a towel.

They finally moved from the door into the trailer proper. As Dan emerged from the vigorous head-rub Alan gave him, it was to see an immaculate trailer nicely furnished with a sofa, a kitchen area and a double bedroom at one end. There was a half-open door that led to a small bathroom. Alan had turned a small area of the lounge into a make-up area....no grotty make-up trailers for him, Dan mused, but then the man had to go through rather a lot, having a wig fitted, regular dyeing of his brows, not to mention the contact lenses, whereas all he had to do was have these tiny hair extensions fitted to make him a fringe that covered his ‘scar’ and a bit of skin putty to hide his occasional breakouts along with heavy pan stick to disguise his beard growth.

Alan threw the towel down to land where it may and took Dan in his arms once more. He couldn’t resist him. They kissed again, this time hot and fierce, their hands grabbing and clutching and their bodies pressing closer. Dan’s head swam with the intensity of Alan’s kisses and he moaned as their crotches collided. That tiny sneaky feel he’d had hidden at the bottom of the stone steps was right.....the man was huge. Christ! He wanted that in his mouth, and soon.

Their hips started to grind as they kissed each other breathless. When they emerged, their hands scrabbled at clothes, Dan’s went to his school tie, to be stilled by Alan’s. The older man leaned in, “The tie stays on. Take off your sweater and undo your shirt and pants. Let your trousers drop around your ankles but leave whatever underwear you’re wearing on. I want to peel them off you”. Dan bit his lower lip, squeezed his eyes shut, breathed heavily through his nose and did as bid. Alan gazed upon all the flesh baring itself to his gaze and couldn’t help hefting his own cock comfortably in his pants. God, the boy was beautiful.

Alan swooped in and kissed Dan’s fluttering eyelids, “Open them. I want you to see everything we do, everything I do to you”. Loving the tone in Alan’s deep voice, Dan let his lids blink open. Alan immediately lost himself in the blue depths then made Dan squawk as he bent down and lifted the smaller man into his arms. “Well you can’t exactly walk with your trousers round your ankles, can you?”, he murmured. Dan giggled.

He was dumped fairly lightly on the bed followed by several stone of Alan following; folding him up in his arms, kissing him daft; Dan was in heaven. Older men were the fucking bomb. They were so passionate and so needy and Dan had what they needed.....wanted......and he liked it, thank you very much. He had a locked cupboard at his parent’s house full of valuable gifts.....

He shamelessly snuggled and wriggled against his still fully clothed lover-to-be. He snuck a hand down and traced Alan’s cock under his clothes. Fucking amazing. Dan was almost shaking at the thought of how exactly he was going to accommodate that dick but he bloody would, he was certain of that. His hand started on the bottom buttons of the surcoat. Alan looked down at Dan’s fingers working....leaned back slightly and gave him room.

With a cheeky grin, Dan worked loose all the buttons. First the surcoat, then the undercoat, finally the trousers and then he could sink his face in the scent of the man, nuzzling rock hardness through the fine silk of boxer shorts. He grinned, who knew that this feared ‘teacher’ wore sexy black silk......nor yet knew that said ‘teacher’ had a cock this big.

Dan nuzzled and licked through layers of cloth then peeled them away until his tongue met living flesh, hard flesh and he sucked and licked at it shamelessly, moaning and groaning and tugging at his own hard-on as he did so. Alan looked down and was stunned. Still, he did have a big cock, so even now he could attract the size queens and young Dan was shaping up nicely in that department. Alan couldn’t hold back the sounds as the lad went to work on his freed cock.

With his luscious mouth.

He moaned as Dan licked up and down. He groaned and shifted as Dan sucked gently on his balls. He cried out loud as Dan’s hot mouth widened and took his cock in until he felt it impact with Dan’s throat. Oh fuck, the boy could suck. Alan was in seventh heaven. He loved being blown, an experience he had had all too rarely in his life, his lady had always abhorred the practice, not to mention that his dick was too big for her delicate mouth. Not so for this man. Dan opened wide, tucked his teeth away and plunged down over the biggest dick he’d ever had in his mouth then drew back with licks and sucks.

There was a cold moment as Dan drew back and started to divest Alan of his lower clothing. Alan lifted and shifted on command, however gently delivered and was rewarded by licks to his cock and then a prolonged session with his bollocks once his legs were free of cloth and he could spread them as wantonly as he felt. He loved having his balls licked, another thing that his girlfriend had never done.

He stilled Dan’s head once he knew he was sporting a real boner and pulled him up for a kiss. Dan kissed long and hard, his tongue plunging erratically into Alan’s mouth, then they pulled apart a moment and Dan said, “What do you want, Alan?”, looking down at the man whose body he lay atop, his arms braced either side of Alan’s head and their cocks crushed together.

Alan licked his lips and looked up at the boy and smiled, “How do you want me? I recall something you mentioned about me being buried deep inside you. That’ll do for me, but any way round is actually fine with me I like fucking and I like being fucked. How do you want this? I’d really like to taste your cock”. He got a deep groan as his answer.

Dan was fidgeting on top of him until he looked down to see what he was doing. “Just getting undressed. I want to be totally naked for you”, and Dan moved his arms and turned away to see to the removal of clothes and shoes. So far he had not acted impetuously at all, and Alan was hard put to remember he was a mere twenty until he undressed..... Not a bit seductively, just yanked his clothing off hither and yon, dumping it where it fell.

Alan felt a small pang of guilt at the not so much May-Septemberishness of all this, more.....March-November if he was truthful, but he banished these thoughts and revelled in all the young tight skin being revealed to him. As Dan shrugged off the t-shirt he wore under his ‘school’ shirt, Alan could take it no longer, and, grabbing his lover around the waist, pulled him down beside him with a low growl, rolled on top of him and kissed him hard.

He felt the moan in his mouth as he consumed that young agile tongue and thoroughly mined the mouth that tasted of his own cock. Alan was on fire for this lad and laid fully on top of him grinding their cocks together before rolling off and seeing to the removal of his own attire. He didn’t care right now about his small love handles, his slightly saggy arse; right now he wanted to fuck the delicious lad he had currently splayed out on his bed.

They kissed again once he was without clothes and their bodies slid together with ease now they were unhindered by clothing. Dan made to thread his hand through all the black hair currently obscuring his vision and Alan made an impatient sound, turning to the bedside table and removing a hair band. “Sorry I can’t take this off, Helen’ll kill me and I have a pick-up session tonight on soundstage three”. He sat up a moment and tied his hair back with the band.

Dan rather liked the rakish ponytail, “I like you with long hair actually, I wish it was real”, he murmured as he pulled the older man back to lie down again. Alan kissed him and just held him tight a moment, then blurted, “I can’t believe we’re doing this, Dan, I really can’t. I still don’t have the foggiest what you see in me”. Dan smiled and kissed his lover, “Oh, I do. Lemme see. Tall, gorgeous, still got a hot bod, kind, generous and with a voice that could make me come at twenty paces. Age doesn’t matter to me. As a matter of fact, Tom was a bit of an aberration if you must know, being so close to my own age. I like older guys, Alan, I’m not after a ‘daddy’. I have a wonderful father at home if I want one, so bite me, I just like older men. Slower, less frantic, wiser than me, with marks and scars and other signs of a life lived, not smooth and flat-featured. I hate the ‘gay scene’, all muscles and shaved chests and bristly short hair, like fucking army wannabes or rejects, covered in piercings and tattoos, slaves to staying young at any cost and shutting out all men over twenty five – where’s the love in all that. Call me stupid or an idealist, depending on your point of view, but I’d rather take my chances, thanks, with real men, not featureless himbo clones”.

This impassioned speech rather startled Alan and he backed away a fraction in order to really see Dan without going cross-eyed, saw that the lad meant everything he said and finally smiled widely, let out the unconscious breath he was holding: with it went his belly a bit, letting it stick out ever so slightly. Dan poked it, “See, you were even holding your gut in, not that it’s big or anything, just a reaction against the fascist youth thing that the scene imposes on people. It makes me sick actually that you feel you have to be something other just to attract a ‘chicken’ like me. If it was up to me, I’d rip that damned wig off. I know you’re losing a bit in the middle but that’s part of being male, a real man, not some fucking clone-y fakester. Now come here and fuck me, you gorgeous older man, and stop frowning. Sex is fun not supposed to be some sort of testing ground for ‘butchness’ or ‘nellieness’ or whatever, though you’d better have some lube in here, ‘cos I’m not letting that monster dick anywhere near my arse without it. I’m not a size queen as a matter of fact and you are rather large”.

Alan laughed out loud and folded Dan in his arms, kissing him senseless, then reached into a drawer on the bedside cabinet and produced a tube about half-empty, flourishing it triumphantly before plastering Dan’s face and chest in kisses. Dan laughed and giggled and kissed back with abandon. Alan couldn’t help wishing, with a pang, that this lad were several years older, or himself at least two decades younger so he didn’t feel like quite such a violator: he could fall for this lad well and truly.

The sex, when it finally happened, started out less than promisingly. Alan really was too big for Dan, try as they might. He would have to work up to that size bit at a time and he doubted that this liaison would continue after this one encounter. So, in the end they had to actually go the other way round and with a smile, Alan offered himself up. Dan fucked him......hard. It hurt the older man a bit as the lad entered him and Alan had to bite the pillow, stifling a snigger as he did so: the first time in his entire life he’d been a ‘pillow-biter’, but Dan was smaller and Alan eventually accommodated him with some ease, after extensive preparation.

Dan settled to a slow rhythm and waited quite calmly, if a red face and catching gasped breaths could be termed ‘calm’, for Alan to loosen and open fully to him. The man was super tight and Dan surmised that he didn’t do it this way round often. He swallowed his smile and let the slow ecstasy take him over, making his thrusts harder, deeper as his lover grunted out instructions in a low, hoarse voice that went straight to Dan’s balls, tightening them, lifting them hard under his cock. Then the world was blurring at the edges, his hips snapping back and forth, a cry escaping on each thrust. Alan braced himself on one arm, his other hand furiously worked his own cock and they came within seconds of each other; Alan’s noisy shouts spurring Dan on to a grunted sweaty finale of his own.

Making to shift off the bed after he withdrew, reaching down for his clothes, Dan was stilled by Alan’s hand on his hip, “Do you have to go, Dan?”, he asked. Dan turned and grinned then lay down beside Alan who had turned over, “No. I just thought....”. Alan kissed him, “Don’t think, not now. Stay with me a while”. Dan grinned and nodded, “Sorry, thought you’d boot me out, you’ve had your way with me and I thought that’d be it”. By way of reply, Alan wrapped long arms around Dan and held him tight, “I’m not the fuck ‘em and flee type, Dan, in fact I’d like to see you again, maybe, when this is all over, take you to dinner, see a show or a film together......ah, who am I kidding, but a man can dream can’t he?”

Dan half sat up, “You mean that? You want us to do this again?” The man nodded in his sated haze, “Yes. I do, I like you, I find you very attractive but I realise it is just a pipe dream. We will go our separate ways and only bump into each other occasionally as all actors do. It’s sad but it’s the life we have chosen for ourselves. Do you have any projects following on from these films?”

The younger man shook his head, then let it rest comfortably on Alan’s chest. It was such a shame that this man was so much older, he knew he had obligations; he sighed, “No, nothing immediately. How about you?” He could feel the man shake his head, “No, me either”. There was silence between them but it was comfortable. The inside of the trailer felt safe and warm, a refuge from the raging storm outside, the wind was still blowing, a howling gale rocking the flimsy caravan slightly.

Lazily, Alan disengaged an arm and fumbled for his wristwatch on the bedside table. He set his alarm for two hours hence and pulled Dan close to him. “Sleep with me, just for a while, love”, Alan murmured and Dan grinned, his face mashed against the strong, hairy, barrel chest of his lover. “Yeah”, he muttered and yawned as his eyes closed. He felt the bed dip as Alan rose and missed the warmth for a moment and heard the toilet flush, then the warmth was back. He vaguely felt something covering them, Alan pulling something over them and he succumbed to sated sleep. Alan smiled down at the lad, kissed the top of his gel-sticky hair and held him tighter then let himself drift into slumber. He had a last scene coming up and he needed to be alert for it.

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Thus it was that neither of them heard the loud [i]crack[/i] from several metres above them. Everyone else on set was firmly ensconced indoors out of the driving rain. No-one saw the chunk of masonry as it detached itself from the ancient castle walls and dropped, plummeting towards the flimsy row of caravans that served as trailers for the cast. No-one heard it crash through the roof of one of them. There were no screams as it made it’s landing.

There was rain coming in, in sheets through the hole, mixing with and diluting the blood that ran from the heads of the two occupants now crushed to their resting place with the huge chunk of stone. Folk would murmur afterwards that neither of them stood a chance.....who could have predicted such a thing? Who could have known that such could ever come to pass?