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traintracksTitle: What Matters
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Gary/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,435
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mmom day 6 and elrhiarhodan's prompt: "Gary/Daniel -- Age doesn't matter."
Warnings: RPS, underage in America, not in England.
Summary: Daniel shows up in Gary's dressing room and takes matters into his own hands.
He’s in Gary’s dressing room again. Daniel’s been spending a great deal of time there. You’d think he didn’t have his own.
But this time is different. He hasn’t been there for hours, laughing, sharing the paper, having tea and lunch with Gary. He’s just stepped in, and he’s locked the door behind him.
Gary swallows. It’s true that he’s noticed it – Daniel’s propensity to laugh at every single one of his jokes. The way Daniel’s eyes light up. The little touches on his arm.
And Gary’s noticed something else as well: Daniel is quite nice to look at. Gary’s never fancied someone so…lacking in years. But he finds himself thinking about Daniel in inappropriate ways, at inappropriate times, such as when he’s showering or trying to get to sleep.
And now Danny’s here, and he’s in a robe. Not completely out of the realm of possibility; sometimes there is that need to get refitted for an upcoming scene and whatnot. But he’s never shown up in Gary’s dressing room that way. And then locked the door. Gary puts down his newspaper and looks at the boy over his reading glasses.
“Morning,” Gary says, thinking maybe he can avert disaster with a little normalcy.
He’s wrong.
Daniel unties and then drops the robe. He’s naked. Pale and thin and strong.
It’s been a long time since a boy offered himself to Gary like this. He’s dated a few women since the divorce. For his career’s sake, he’s steered away from any men. He hadn’t thought about steering away from Danny. For one thing, he can’t just yet, seeing as how they have two months of filming to go. For the other…well…he doesn’t want to.
Gary feels undeniable arousal looking at Danny’s body. Gary’s cock starts to go hard inside his jeans. His own bare feet suddenly feel very bare, which is really quite funny seeing as how there’s a completely naked person standing in front of him trying not to shiver. Gary’s nipples tighten against the thin white t-shirt he’s wearing. He is aware of every pore on his body – every nerve, the dance of the air.
“Danny…” he says.
“We shouldn’t do this; we’re coworkers; we’re two men; I’m not even a man, am I? I’m barely legal; we’re friends; this will ruin everything. Did I leave anything out?”
“Well, we’re actually at work. That’d be another thing,” Gary supplies helpfully. Danny’s answering smile does a number on the erection Gary is trying not to sport. Gary swallows and watches Danny’s hand encircle his own soft penis. At just that slight touch, it jumps – it swells – God, it blushes. Gary takes his reading glasses off and sets them carefully on the table.
“Do you want me, Gary?” Such innocent words. Such bravery. Gary blinks at him, unable to hide the strong press of his cock against the tight denim. It’s been so long – so bloody long – since he’s wanted like this: pure, undignified wanting. Against all reason. A wanting that doesn’t even start in his cock but in his chest – a bright, drunken burn.
“Of course I do,” he finds himself saying. He finds it monumentally difficult to lie to Daniel.
“Then take what you want,” Danny says, stroking himself. His pretty cock has risen, the pink head pushing through his fist, the little slit winking moist. “Am I too young?”
“Oh yes and no,” Gary says, running a hand through his hair. “I have many philosophical ideas on the topic if you’d like to talk about them. I can make tea.”
Danny smirks. “Age doesn’t matter.”
“If we were in New York, I could go to prison. I’d say that matters a little bit.”
“Then let’s not have sex in New York for another year.”
“You’re very convincing.” Gary watches openly now as Danny touches himself, cradling his balls for a moment, squeezing them, and then going back to pulling on his impressive cock. “Okay, so you’re not too young. What if I’m too old?” Gary makes himself meet the boy’s eyes again.
They twinkle. They drop to his crotch admiringly. They rise once more, and Danny smirks. “Shut it, Gary.” Then he goes to his knees at Gary’s feet, pushing his legs apart. Danny watches his eyes – they watch each other – as he undoes Gary’s jeans.
Danny takes his cock out; it’s embarrassingly big. Danny nuzzles it with his face, closing his eyes, and Gary can’t help groaning, “Oh my God…” He can feel the boy’s eyelashes against his length. Then his lips. His open lips. His warm tongue. And then he’s in Danny’s mouth. “Wicked boy,” Gary breathes.
Danny smiles around the head of his cock and then sucks it, popping it in and out of his mouth. Gary’s hands are tight on the arms of the chair, until Danny runs his hands under Gary’s t-shirt onto his stomach, and then Gary slouches down and lets his arms go slack – lets Danny touch him, curious hands up his chest, eager mouth sliding down his cock.
“When’s your call?” he barely has the presence of mind to ask.
Daniel lifts his head, tweaks his nipple under the shirt. “Thirty minutes.” He goes down again.
“Bloody hell, Radcliffe!” Gary says. “You’re not even dressed yet.”
The boy shrugs and keeps sucking.
Gary strokes his hair. “Jesus Christ…” His hair is soft. His mouth is soft. Gary has never felt so hard. He watches Danny blowing him, the pale cheeks hollowing – feels that wet tongue doing things under the crown that he shouldn’t know how to do.
As he watches, Danny’s hand slips out from under his shirt and descends between his own legs. His other hand rests on Gary’s stomach as though it’s always belonged there. It’s warm and heavy and moves with Gary’s breath. Gary can’t see Danny’s cock or his hand around it – he only sees the motion of the forearm, the confident tugging.
Gary’s balls tighten drastically. “Stop,” he hisses. But Danny keeps him in his mouth, and Gary starts to come. It spills down his shaft, between Danny’s lips, and Danny swallows some, too, and it’s all Gary can do not to thrust up out of the chair and straight down Danny’s throat.
Instead he strokes his hair. He touches the boy’s cheek to feel him swallow. He whispers, “Danny… God, Danny…”
And then Danny is lifting his mouth, and he’s panting, and his eyes roll back a little, and he’s coming on the floor, his lips glistening with Gary’s spunk, forearm tensing as his hand flies on his cock.
Their eyes meet. Gary’s hand tightens in Daniel’s hair and he smiles up at Gary. “Get up here,” Gary demands. He takes Daniel’s wrist as soon as he can reach it, and he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Daniel gasps, and Gary maintains the eye contact as he sucks on the boy’s fingers, cleaning them, tasting him. Then he pulls Daniel’s mouth to his and kisses him. The boy runs his hands under Gary’s shirt again, up his chest, and he moans into his mouth. Gary takes him – owns the kiss – and Danny submits. In that moment, Gary knows. Knows. The fit is better than he’d let himself dream.
When he can tear his mouth away, Gary says, “You shouldn’t be late.”
“When can I see you again?”
“You see me all the time.”
“For sex, you plonker.”
Gary palms the boy’s angular jaw, feels the bit of stubble they’re going to have to shave completely away. “Oh bugger, we have a scene together today,” he says.
Danny blushes. “Yeah.”
“Oh shit.”
“There was already chemistry there, you know.”
Gary rolls his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”
“It’ll be fine,” Danny assures him. “When can I see you?”
Gary sighs. “Well, as long as it’ll be fine.” Danny just looks at him, waiting for an answer. “Tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“We’re doing this all wrong, I’ll have you know.”
“What do you mean? We’ve been dating for weeks.”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it.” He can’t help but pull Danny in for another hard, deep kiss. He says against his lips, “I’ll buy you dinner.”
“You’re on.”
“Now, God, get dressed!” Gary pushes him gently away. Danny smiles and dons his robe once more. “You’re a goddamned distraction. I don’t even remember what article I was reading.”
Danny smiles bigger.
“Get out,” Gary says with absolutely zero rancor.
“Eight o’clock,” Danny says.
“Yes, yes, go.”
Danny, still smiling, unlocks the dressing room door and leaves.
Gary leans on the table, lays his head on his arms, and groans.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Gary/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,435
For
mmom day 6 and elrhiarhodan's prompt: "Gary/Daniel -- Age doesn't matter."Warnings: RPS, underage in America, not in England.
Summary: Daniel shows up in Gary's dressing room and takes matters into his own hands.
He’s in Gary’s dressing room again. Daniel’s been spending a great deal of time there. You’d think he didn’t have his own.
But this time is different. He hasn’t been there for hours, laughing, sharing the paper, having tea and lunch with Gary. He’s just stepped in, and he’s locked the door behind him.
Gary swallows. It’s true that he’s noticed it – Daniel’s propensity to laugh at every single one of his jokes. The way Daniel’s eyes light up. The little touches on his arm.
And Gary’s noticed something else as well: Daniel is quite nice to look at. Gary’s never fancied someone so…lacking in years. But he finds himself thinking about Daniel in inappropriate ways, at inappropriate times, such as when he’s showering or trying to get to sleep.
And now Danny’s here, and he’s in a robe. Not completely out of the realm of possibility; sometimes there is that need to get refitted for an upcoming scene and whatnot. But he’s never shown up in Gary’s dressing room that way. And then locked the door. Gary puts down his newspaper and looks at the boy over his reading glasses.
“Morning,” Gary says, thinking maybe he can avert disaster with a little normalcy.
He’s wrong.
Daniel unties and then drops the robe. He’s naked. Pale and thin and strong.
It’s been a long time since a boy offered himself to Gary like this. He’s dated a few women since the divorce. For his career’s sake, he’s steered away from any men. He hadn’t thought about steering away from Danny. For one thing, he can’t just yet, seeing as how they have two months of filming to go. For the other…well…he doesn’t want to.
Gary feels undeniable arousal looking at Danny’s body. Gary’s cock starts to go hard inside his jeans. His own bare feet suddenly feel very bare, which is really quite funny seeing as how there’s a completely naked person standing in front of him trying not to shiver. Gary’s nipples tighten against the thin white t-shirt he’s wearing. He is aware of every pore on his body – every nerve, the dance of the air.
“Danny…” he says.
“We shouldn’t do this; we’re coworkers; we’re two men; I’m not even a man, am I? I’m barely legal; we’re friends; this will ruin everything. Did I leave anything out?”
“Well, we’re actually at work. That’d be another thing,” Gary supplies helpfully. Danny’s answering smile does a number on the erection Gary is trying not to sport. Gary swallows and watches Danny’s hand encircle his own soft penis. At just that slight touch, it jumps – it swells – God, it blushes. Gary takes his reading glasses off and sets them carefully on the table.
“Do you want me, Gary?” Such innocent words. Such bravery. Gary blinks at him, unable to hide the strong press of his cock against the tight denim. It’s been so long – so bloody long – since he’s wanted like this: pure, undignified wanting. Against all reason. A wanting that doesn’t even start in his cock but in his chest – a bright, drunken burn.
“Of course I do,” he finds himself saying. He finds it monumentally difficult to lie to Daniel.
“Then take what you want,” Danny says, stroking himself. His pretty cock has risen, the pink head pushing through his fist, the little slit winking moist. “Am I too young?”
“Oh yes and no,” Gary says, running a hand through his hair. “I have many philosophical ideas on the topic if you’d like to talk about them. I can make tea.”
Danny smirks. “Age doesn’t matter.”
“If we were in New York, I could go to prison. I’d say that matters a little bit.”
“Then let’s not have sex in New York for another year.”
“You’re very convincing.” Gary watches openly now as Danny touches himself, cradling his balls for a moment, squeezing them, and then going back to pulling on his impressive cock. “Okay, so you’re not too young. What if I’m too old?” Gary makes himself meet the boy’s eyes again.
They twinkle. They drop to his crotch admiringly. They rise once more, and Danny smirks. “Shut it, Gary.” Then he goes to his knees at Gary’s feet, pushing his legs apart. Danny watches his eyes – they watch each other – as he undoes Gary’s jeans.
Danny takes his cock out; it’s embarrassingly big. Danny nuzzles it with his face, closing his eyes, and Gary can’t help groaning, “Oh my God…” He can feel the boy’s eyelashes against his length. Then his lips. His open lips. His warm tongue. And then he’s in Danny’s mouth. “Wicked boy,” Gary breathes.
Danny smiles around the head of his cock and then sucks it, popping it in and out of his mouth. Gary’s hands are tight on the arms of the chair, until Danny runs his hands under Gary’s t-shirt onto his stomach, and then Gary slouches down and lets his arms go slack – lets Danny touch him, curious hands up his chest, eager mouth sliding down his cock.
“When’s your call?” he barely has the presence of mind to ask.
Daniel lifts his head, tweaks his nipple under the shirt. “Thirty minutes.” He goes down again.
“Bloody hell, Radcliffe!” Gary says. “You’re not even dressed yet.”
The boy shrugs and keeps sucking.
Gary strokes his hair. “Jesus Christ…” His hair is soft. His mouth is soft. Gary has never felt so hard. He watches Danny blowing him, the pale cheeks hollowing – feels that wet tongue doing things under the crown that he shouldn’t know how to do.
As he watches, Danny’s hand slips out from under his shirt and descends between his own legs. His other hand rests on Gary’s stomach as though it’s always belonged there. It’s warm and heavy and moves with Gary’s breath. Gary can’t see Danny’s cock or his hand around it – he only sees the motion of the forearm, the confident tugging.
Gary’s balls tighten drastically. “Stop,” he hisses. But Danny keeps him in his mouth, and Gary starts to come. It spills down his shaft, between Danny’s lips, and Danny swallows some, too, and it’s all Gary can do not to thrust up out of the chair and straight down Danny’s throat.
Instead he strokes his hair. He touches the boy’s cheek to feel him swallow. He whispers, “Danny… God, Danny…”
And then Danny is lifting his mouth, and he’s panting, and his eyes roll back a little, and he’s coming on the floor, his lips glistening with Gary’s spunk, forearm tensing as his hand flies on his cock.
Their eyes meet. Gary’s hand tightens in Daniel’s hair and he smiles up at Gary. “Get up here,” Gary demands. He takes Daniel’s wrist as soon as he can reach it, and he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Daniel gasps, and Gary maintains the eye contact as he sucks on the boy’s fingers, cleaning them, tasting him. Then he pulls Daniel’s mouth to his and kisses him. The boy runs his hands under Gary’s shirt again, up his chest, and he moans into his mouth. Gary takes him – owns the kiss – and Danny submits. In that moment, Gary knows. Knows. The fit is better than he’d let himself dream.
When he can tear his mouth away, Gary says, “You shouldn’t be late.”
“When can I see you again?”
“You see me all the time.”
“For sex, you plonker.”
Gary palms the boy’s angular jaw, feels the bit of stubble they’re going to have to shave completely away. “Oh bugger, we have a scene together today,” he says.
Danny blushes. “Yeah.”
“Oh shit.”
“There was already chemistry there, you know.”
Gary rolls his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”
“It’ll be fine,” Danny assures him. “When can I see you?”
Gary sighs. “Well, as long as it’ll be fine.” Danny just looks at him, waiting for an answer. “Tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“We’re doing this all wrong, I’ll have you know.”
“What do you mean? We’ve been dating for weeks.”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it.” He can’t help but pull Danny in for another hard, deep kiss. He says against his lips, “I’ll buy you dinner.”
“You’re on.”
“Now, God, get dressed!” Gary pushes him gently away. Danny smiles and dons his robe once more. “You’re a goddamned distraction. I don’t even remember what article I was reading.”
Danny smiles bigger.
“Get out,” Gary says with absolutely zero rancor.
“Eight o’clock,” Danny says.
“Yes, yes, go.”
Danny, still smiling, unlocks the dressing room door and leaves.
Gary leans on the table, lays his head on his arms, and groans.
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Date: 2012-05-07 12:43 pm (UTC)What I love best, other that the hot sex, is how comfortable they are with each other, and I adore how Daniel lists all of Gary's arguments up front, like it's something they've already been through and he's just getting it out of his way.
Brava and thank you!
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