Title: Moth to a Flame 4
Author: Jade
Pairing: Alan Rickman/Daniel Radcliffe RPS
Rating: NC-17
Notes: real person slash, underage sex
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell, never 
happened


Alan arrived home after having dinner with a few people from the 
cast. There was an early call the next day so he decided to get to 
sleep early. It had been quite an eventful day. He was just heading 
upstairs to his bedroom when his mobile rang. He frowned for a 
moment, wondering who'd be ringing him at this hour. He was reaching 
for the phone when he remembered he'd given Daniel the number. But 
it couldn't be...

It was. Alan said hello, and the voice on the other end made his 
heart race. 

"Hello Alan? It's Daniel. I hope I'm not ringing too late."

"Hello, Daniel. Not at all. How are you?" Alan said, trying to sound 
as normal as possible. Not like he'd got instantly aroused at the 
sound of a very illegally young boy. Not that his erection had gone 
away totally the entire day. 

"I miss you, Alan. Sorry I had to go so quickly."

"That's all right, I understand. Um, Daniel... no one knows you're 
ringing me, right?" Alan asked, trying not to sound too paranoid. 
He'd never done anything remotely like this before.

"No, no, everyone's asleep," Daniel assured him. His voice dropped 
lower. "In fact, I'm lying here in my bed, all alone..."

"Oh god," Alan groaned as the mental image went straight to his 
cock. "Daniel..."

Wickedly, Daniel went on. "I'm lying here, on my bed, just wearing 
my pyjama bottoms, Alan, and I'm thinking of you..."

Breathing faster, Alan walked up the stairs as he tried not to 
imagine just how sinfully good the boy would look, like that. 
Against his will, he said softly, "I wish I could see you like that, 
Daniel..."

"I wish you could too, Alan," the boy said in a breathy moan. "I 
want to be naked in front of you, I want to hear you talk to me with 
that voice... god, I'm so hard, Alan, just thinking about it..."

With one hand, Alan quickly unbuttoned his shirt and lay back on the 
bed. He couldn't stop himself thinking of Daniel, rock hard and 
waiting for him. "You're hard?" he moaned softly.

"God, yes, so hard, just thinking about how much I want you to touch 
me, Alan," panted Daniel. "You should see, my cock is stretching out 
the front of my pyjama bottoms. I want to touch myself, Alan, while 
you talk to me..."

"Fuck," hissed Alan, as his own cock jumped at that. "Daniel, do you 
have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"You just turn me on so much, Alan, I think about you all the time 
and everything I want you to do to me..." The boy paused, and Alan 
could hear him panting. "Are you hard, Alan? Do I turn you on?"

"God, yes, so much, I'm so hard, I've been hard all day, Daniel," 
moaned Alan, his hand going to his own erection, rubbing himself 
through his trousers. 

"For me? You've been hard for me? You want me?" Daniel asked 
breathlessly.

"Yes, for you," admitted Alan. "Even though I shouldn't, I want you 
so badly..." He gave in and unzipped his trousers, pulling them and 
his boxers down just enough to free his erection. "Are you touching 
yourself, Daniel?"

"Yes," moaned the boy. "It aches so much, it felt so good when you 
touched me through my jeans, I want you to touch me again, without 
anything in the way..."

"I want to," whispered Alan, wrapping his hand around his erect 
cock. "Tell me what you're doing, Daniel... I want to hear it..."

Daniel gasped, "I... I'm reaching into my pyjama pants... oh, Alan, 
I'm so hard... I'm stroking it now, my hand's wrapped around it..."

Alan pumped his own arousal, moaning, his eyes closed as he pictured 
Daniel, his young body arching up, exposed and aroused. "Yes, stroke 
your cock, Daniel, squeeze it..." Alan did the same thing to 
himself. "Does it feel good?"

He could hear the boy's breath quicken. "Oh yes, it feels so good, 
Alan, I could come just from your voice... talk to me, Alan, tell me 
what you want to do to me..."

"I want to kiss you all over, Daniel, I want you naked and spread 
out under me," purred Alan, eyes closed as he pictured it, trying to 
slow his hand on his own cock. "I want to do everything to you, 
touch you everywhere... show you everything..."

Daniel's moans were the hottest thing Alan had ever heard. He knew 
he'd never be able to get enough of them. The boy sounded like he 
was very close to climax, and Alan wanted to hear him come. He went 
on, "No one has ever touched you, Daniel. I want to be the first one 
to touch you, to spread your legs apart, and suck your cock..."

That did it for Daniel; he screamed, "Oh, Alan, yes!" and then there 
were no more words, just gasping moans as the boy very obviously 
climaxed. A rush of pleasure ran through Alan as he pictured Daniel 
spilling his seed all over his hand, his young body tensed with 
ecstasy. He moaned as his release gripped him as well, driven into 
climax by the sounds that Daniel was making and the idea of what 
they were doing. He came long and hard; he'd been aroused for what 
seemed like forever and he hadn't been this turned on for a very 
long time.

Again, Alan waited for the shame to come but it didn't; only a sated 
feeling and a need to see the boy again, alone.

They said goodnight and Alan hung up the phone with regret.

He knew it was ridiculous, and doomed, but he was falling for Daniel.

+

The next day, Alan found himself with butterflies in his stomach as 
he walked into the studio. He didn't see Daniel until he came out of 
makeup and wardrobe, and the boy was already in his Hogwarts robes. 
He felt a pang of desire as he looked at Daniel, mixed with guilt. 
The boy looked so terribly young, but that didn't stop his cock from 
hardening anyway. The thought of their conversation the night before 
made his heart race. 

Daniel glanced up and saw him, and even across the room Alan could 
see him blush. Daniel shot him a quick smile then looked away 
quickly. If anyone had suspected anything, they would have instantly 
thought that Daniel looked guilty. Alan reflected that he would have 
to tell the boy to conceal his emotions more, then realised that 
meant he was seriously considering letting their relationship, such 
as it was, continue. Then, with one more surreptitious look at 
Daniel, he decided he was kidding himself if he thought he wasn't 
already hopelessly addicted to the boy. 

The day was sweet agony; on one hand, being around Daniel was 
intoxicating, because he could look at the boy all he wanted and 
think of him as he was last night, stroking himself as he listened 
to Alan on the phone. On the other hand, he couldn't touch the boy 
at all, and he hadn't been kidding when he had told Daniel how much 
he wanted to get his hands all over him. It was torture, but Alan 
wouldn't have changed it for the world.

Lunch break arrived, and Alan was sitting at a table when Daniel 
walked up to him, saying softly, "Is this seat taken?"

Alan shook his head negatively, and Daniel sat down, 
whispering, "I'd much rather sit on your lap, actually."

Alan's body reacted to that lovely thought while he tried not to 
show it. He tried to look neutral as he replied, "As much as I'd 
like that, I doubt you'd find it very comfortable."

"No? Why not?" asked Daniel.

"Because there would be something very hard pressed up against you," 
replied Alan quietly.

Daniel bit his lip and said, "You turn me on so much, Alan... I want 
to feel it..."

"When we're alone you can sit on my lap," suggested Alan. "Though I 
don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off you."

"I don't want you to keep your hands off me," whimpered 
Daniel. "Your hands are nearly as sexy as your voice, you know 
that?" 

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you, Daniel?" Alan said, hoping he 
was keeping the lust he felt off his face.

"I die every time I hear you say my name, Alan," breathed Daniel, 
looking intently into the older man's eyes. "I need to be alone with 
you. Soon, or I'll explode." Daniel shifted slightly in his seat. A 
glance at the boy's lap told him that Daniel was very aroused.

Alan sighed. He knew he shouldn't even be discussing this, but he 
was lost in Daniel's blue eyes. "We have to be very careful. We 
can't risk it here again."

"I know, and I've been thinking about it," Daniel said 
eagerly. "Some friends are having a party on Friday, and I've been 
invited to sleep over. I have a friend who'll cover for me."

"Are you sure, Daniel? I could go to prison for what we've done 
already, you know," Alan pointed out. "You can't tell anyone."

"I've covered for him before, he owes me one," Daniel said. "He'll 
be the only one who knows I'm meant to be there. It will be fine. 
I'll have my mobile with me."

"You have been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?" Alan said. 

Daniel smiled shyly and admitted, looking down at his hands, "Yes, 
of course I have, can you blame me?"

Alan smiled. "Not at all." He looked around. "I can't even believe 
I'm discussing this with you."

Daniel looked up at him entreatingly. "You haven't changed your 
mind, have you? You still want me?"

"God, yes," Alan replied without thinking, and Daniel grinned 
mischievously. 

"Good." Daniel got up and looked down at Alan. "I'll ring you about 
Friday then?"

Alan sighed, unable to believe still that the gorgeous boy wanted 
him. "Yes."

TBC