Title: Flattery
Author: Jade
Pairing: Alan Rickman/Jason Isaacs RPS
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Notes: real person slash, Alan POV
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell 

I know it's predictable, but I was lost the first time he walked in, in full 
character. My mind knows it's just hair extensions, and his normally dark 
hair is just bleached to within an inch of its life. But my body doesn't 
care. All it sees is a gorgeous, longhaired man in elegant robes, his evil 
sneer going straight to my cock. 

The first time I saw him... I wasn't shooting a scene, which was a good 
thing, because for the life of me I couldn't have remembered a line right 
then. He walked in, and my concentration was shot straight to hell. Then 
again, straight isn't perhaps the right word to use. 

We'd met before, briefly, at some event or other, and even then I admired his 
icy eyes and full mouth. I'd seen several of his films. And of course, the 
first week of rehearsals we'd run into each other several times. We didn't 
have many scenes together, and I found myself quite disappointed. 

We did, however, share the same makeup trailer, so I got to admire him from 
time to time. 

I'm a man; I can't help it if I like beautiful things. Just, in my case, I 
happen to prefer they be male as well.

So I admired. Stared at him when I could, fantasized about him at night. I 
thought he might be bisexual, though I knew he was married. I'm not usually 
wrong. He had played gay roles quite a few times, and I longed to know what 
he would look like, in passion and abandon. For me. 

This morning, when I entered the trailer he was already there, long hair 
cascading perfectly down his back as he joked with the makeup lady. In the 
mirror, I saw his eyes raise, and he saw me, calling, "Good morning, Alan!"

I smiled at him; how could I not? And replied, "It's too bloody early," but 
without rancor. 

He laughed, annoying the makeup lady who was trying to apply powder, and 
joked, "That's the problem with mornings, they come too early."

I chuckled as I settled into the other chair, locking eyes with him in the 
mirror. "And it's too early for me to be half as witty as you, Jason."

He raised an elegant eyebrow at me, looking for all the world like the evil 
Lucius Malfoy. "Well, of course you don't have to be witty at all, Alan. You 
just speak and that incredible voice of yours has them falling at your feet, 
doesn't it?" He grinned. "Not all of us are that lucky."

My mouth fell open as I looked back at him in the mirror. He thought my voice 
was incredible? Well, I was rather proud of my enunciation, hard-won as it 
had been. I just never thought he would notice, or comment... I reminded 
myself not to get carried away, it probably didn't mean anything. Just 
because he liked my voice didn't mean he fancied me. I realised I had to say 
something now. It just came out. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Jason," I 
smirked. Then I wished I could take back my words; I sounded like an idiot 
and the flirting was obvious.

But he just laughed, never looking away from me in the mirror. The makeup 
lady stepped out to retrieve something and he said, "No? Then what will?"

I stared back at him, stunned and at a loss for words. I didn't know what to 
say. I wasn't exactly out, but I knew many had made assumptions about my 
sexuality in the past. But he could just be joking, I couldn't assume too 
much... god, sometimes I hate this tiptoeing I have to do, never sure where 
you really stand, never being able to say what you really mean... Best to 
take the lighthearted approach, and see what happens... "Flowers are the 
traditional thing, so I hear."

Just then, the makeup lady returned, and our eyes met in the mirror again. 
"I'll remember that," he smiled, then he was finished, off to wardrobe. I 
watched him go wistfully. He was much younger than me, and gorgeous. He 
couldn't possibly...

I was spared further contemplation, because I had to go get in costume. I 
hoped vaguely that Jason would still be in wardrobe, but he'd apparently 
already finished. I only caught glimpses of him the rest of the day, but I 
had a hard time concentrating. Once, I got to watch Jason shoot a scene in 
the bookshop, and the way he could turn on and off that menacing smirk 
enthralled me. One moment he was evil incarnate, sneering and insulting 
everyone, then as soon as the director called, "cut," he was laughing and 
telling a joke, making the children laugh. 

I staggered back to my trailer late as usual, exhausted from the day's 
filming. I wasn't in that many scenes but the director wanted to get as much 
shot at once, to eliminate callbacks. He knew I had other projects to get to, 
as did all the other actors, and he tried to maximise our time. That meant 
twelve hour days for the adults, at least. So I had forgotten the particulars 
of my conversation with Jason that morning. I was completely surprised, then, 
when I switched on the light and saw a huge bouquet of flowers sitting on the 
small table. I was thoroughly confused; I found the small card and opened it. 
It read:

Dear Alan,

Am I getting somewhere now?

Jason

My jaw dropped. There was absolutely no way I could misinterpret this, was 
there? Even though he was gorgeous and sexy and 17 years younger than me... I 
fought the urge to run to his trailer and demand to know if he was serious 
about this. Maybe he was just having a joke? But he didn't seem the type for 
such a malicious joke; he was far more likely to make fun at his own expense 
than others. But... my low-self esteem refused to let me take this at face 
value. I didn't want to impose on him; he was probably as tired as I was. I 
fell asleep nearly instantly, dreaming of ice blue eyes and a snake cane. 

The next day, we missed each other in makeup; apparently he'd had an earlier 
call than me. But I wasn't too disappointed; I knew we were shooting the 
Quidditch scene together, so I'd get to sit next to him all day. I tried not 
to grin too much as I anticipated it. What would he say? Would he bring up 
the flowers or should I? I'd never gotten flowers before, and having such 
attention from Jason was making me feel almost giddy. I was definitely too 
old for this. 

Just as I was too old to get instant erections as soon as I saw him across 
the room. Yet, there I was, blood rushing south as I saw him stalk across the 
room in that cape. Our eyes locked, and I felt a lance of pure desire knife 
through me, so intense it left me breathless. Only years of training kept me 
from either grinning like an idiot or jumping on him right there in the 
studio. His lips quirked up at me, and I raised an eyebrow. That was about as 
demonstrative as we could afford to be. I longed to show him just what he was 
doing to me. 

It seemed to take forever to set up the shot. Finally, we were given the 
go-ahead to sit down, and the extras filed in. Yes, we were less than a foot 
from each other but we were far from alone. Unmindful of the situation, 
however, my cock once again rose to the occasion and I was glad of the 
concealing robes. Especially when Jason leaned close, speaking in a low voice 
that sent shivers up my spine.

"Well? Going to leave me in suspense?"

I stared straight ahead, trying not to give away how Jason's voice in my ear 
was making me feel. "I don't know what you mean," I said as innocently as 
possible. Still trying not to jump to conclusions. 

He sighed, the soft exhalation of his warm breath making me bite my lip. 
"You're going to make me work for this, aren't you?"

I turned minutely to look at him, as we were still setting up and free to 
move a bit. Then I had to stifle a laugh. 

"What?" he said, looking hurt.

"I..." I had to look away, or I would completely lose control. I didn't want 
to hurt his feelings, but... "The hat!" He was wearing a black fur hat that 
made it look like an otter had died on his head. What were the costume people 
thinking?

"What?" He said, grinning, and I could tell he wasn't offended. "It's what 
all the evil wizards about town are wearing these days."

I looked back at him and smiled. "Of course, why didn't I see it before? It's 
perfect," I said, snickering. He looked so handsome, so heartbreakingly sexy 
right then that I had to add, quietly, "You can get anywhere you want to with 
me."

Immediately, his eyes snapped to mine and his mouth hung open. He was clearly 
about to say something when the director shouted, "Quiet! Places!"

It was hard to hide my smirk and put on the Snape sneer; I could have hardly 
timed it better had I been in control of the shooting. As it was, Jason kept 
shooting me looks, earning the wrath of the director at one point, reminding 
him he was supposed to be watching a Quidditch match, not me. I tried to act 
oblivious. 

Then, the director called for a five minute break, but we weren't to leave 
our seats. I pretended to be interested in something happening across the 
room but his hand gripped my arm tightly. "You enjoyed that," he said 
accusingly, and I turned to look at him, best innocent _expression fixed in 
place.

"Yes," I replied, startling him, then the makeup people were bustling around, 
fixing and powdering, and he just looked at me.

"You're cruel," he murmured when they had left us. I merely raised an 
eyebrow, retaining my Snape persona, but it faltered when he added, 
"Payback's a bitch, Alan..."

I had no time to question or worry; our five minutes was up. 

The camera angle was changed, and we were filming again. I could feel Jason 
lean nearer, just enough that it wasn't noticeable except to me. Suddenly my 
high-collared robes felt much too warm. 

Then it got even warmer. We were filming reaction shots to what would be 
happening in the Quidditch game, and the director was shouting out what was 
supposedly happening. I knew we were only seen from about chest up, and so 
did Jason, apparently.

My breath caught and I struggled to keep my face neutral as I felt a hand 
slide under my robes, and come to rest on my thigh. I risked a glance over at 
Jason, but he was perfectly in character, haughtily watching the game. A 
quick glance down, and I could just see his hand under my robe; but since we 
were both wearing black, and our lower halves were shaded by the box we were 
sitting in, I knew it was a safe bet no one would notice. Maybe.

Then the director shouted at me, reminding me where I was supposed to be 
looking, and I snapped my eyes back, not wanting to draw more attention to 
us. I struggled to keep to the script and follow directions, as the hand on 
my thigh inched steadily upward. I was in so much trouble.

I couldn't even risk another glance at Jason, and his hand was now at the 
juncture of my thigh and body. If he shifted sideways, he would soon feel 
that I had become hard as a rock when he first touched me. I wasn't sure 
whether to hope that he would or not. I didn't want to be caught this way, 
but my arousal was beginning to ache with need. Jason was tormenting me, but 
I wasn't sure I wanted it to stop.

Well, at least I was sure now that I hadn't misinterpreted him.

Jason took the opportunity of a lighting switch to edge just a centimeter 
closer, and then he moved his hand sideways. I couldn't hold back a hiss as 
his fingers brushed over my erection. Luckily the sound was drowned out by 
everyone else. Then I had to bite my tongue; very deliberately, he began to 
trace up and down my hard length. I wanted to cry out, thrust my cock against 
his hand, pin him to the ground and ravish him; but I couldn't. I could only 
moan quietly, and curse him mentally, and vow that I would make him beg for 
relief before I was through with him. 

Jason somehow maneuvered closer still, so that he was now cupping my hard 
length through my trousers. He squeezed rhythmically until I was nearly 
panting. I chanced a whisper to him. "I'll get you for this, Jason."

His voice in return made me even harder. "I'm counting on it, Alan." 

Then the director called a lunch break, releasing us for 45 minutes. As 
everyone around us bustled to get up, I turned slowly to Jason and said 
softly, "My trailer. Now." I was pleased to see him flush slightly and he 
nodded wordlessly. 

I resisted the urge to begin stripping off my clothes as I walked as quickly 
as possible through the set. It seemed to take forever, but finally I threw 
open the door to my trailer, to see that Jason was already there waiting for 
me. Perfect.

I very deliberately closed and locked the door, then turned to look at him. 
He'd taken off the ridiculous hat, but otherwise he was still dressed as 
Lucius Malfoy, and he looked good enough to eat. "What took you so long?" he 
smiled.

I stepped forward, moving toward him, unbuttoning my cloak. "You're a tease," 
I purred.

He raised a hand to his collar, unfastening his cloak and draping it over the 
couch. "I beg to differ."

I raised an eyebrow, dropping my cloak with his and stepping closer. 
"Enlighten me." I stopped just inches from him, and I could feel the heat of 
his body. I was just slightly taller than him.

He raised his own eyebrow in perfect imitation of his character and said, "I 
always finish what I start."

"That's good to know," I breathed, bringing my hand up to the back of his 
neck. "Because you started this." I captured his hand with my free one, 
bringing it to the hard line of my arousal. He squeezed, and I moaned, and he 
pressed his mouth to mine.

The kiss seemed to go on forever; by the time we broke for air, his arms were 
on my back, I had one hand in his hair and our bodies were pressed as tightly 
as possible together. I could feel his erection against me, as urgent as my 
own. And I knew we didn't have much time. "Bedroom," I panted, not sure if it 
was a request or an order. 

We made our way quickly to the small bedroom, pulling off clothes as we went. 
My shirt had far too many buttons, however, and I decided it would just have 
to stay on. Jason had gotten his off, and I paused to admire his muscular 
torso. His long blond hair looked quite incredible cascading over his bare 
shoulders. He caught me looking and smirked. "See something you like?"

I didn't bother to answer. I stepped out of my trousers, leaving me in just 
my shirt and boxers, and pushed him back onto the bed. I didn't push hard 
enough that he couldn't have resisted if he wanted to; but he dropped back 
onto the bed easily and I followed, straddling his body. Planting a hand on 
either side of his head, I leaned down and kissed him hard. I lowered my body 
so that our arousals lined up, and his hands came up to my back and pulled me 
tighter against him. We both moaned then, every nerve ending sensitised, and 
I rocked against him a few times. 

I sat up, scooting back slightly. His pants were open and I reached inside to 
draw out his erection, making him hiss. He was thick and hard and wet, and I 
wrapped my hand around him tightly. I stroked a few times, and he tried to 
arch up, but he couldn't since I was sitting on him. I moved my hand up and 
down, slowly, giving him friction but not enough. 

"God, Alan," Jason moaned in protest. "Please..."

"Please what, Jason?" I asked, trying to concentrate on teasing him when my 
own need was threatening to overwhelm me.

"Touch me, take me, fuck me, *something*," he begged, looking up at me 
entreatingly. 

Oh yes, this was where I wanted him, Jason at my mercy and begging. I smirked 
and leaned down, lining up our erections again and lowering my face to his. 
"As much as I'd love to fuck you, I don't think we have time," I said, 
rocking against him and making him gasp. "So you'll have to settle for this," 
I finished, moving smoothly off him and sitting up on my knees next to him. I 
pulled him up to his knees as well, and pushed his trousers and boxers down 
to his knees. I took his rock hard cock in my hand and stroked.

"Fuck," he hissed, kissing me as I moved my hand up and down his length. As 
we kissed, I felt his hands pushing my boxers down. I braced myself, but I 
couldn't hold back the moan I felt when he touched me at last.

I pulled back and gasped, "Jason... so good..."

We faced each other on the bed, on our knees, pants down, and we stroked each 
other quickly. Niceties were forgotten in our extreme need, and my world 
narrowed down to Jason's hand, Jason's cock, Jason's mouth. 

I knew it wouldn't take long after the day's teasing, and Jason was very 
skilled with his hands. I felt my climax approach and I tried to warn him. 
"Jason, I'm going to..."

"Me too," he moaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're so good..."

"And you're too sexy for your own good," I managed to say. 

"God, I want everything with you, Alan," he moaned, and then I felt his cock 
pulse in my hand just before I felt the wet heat of his release.

His words and the sounds he was making drove me to my climax as well. I had a 
second to wonder why it felt so much better when he did it than me, and then 
I couldn't think any more. Searing, perfect pleasure shot through me and out, 
and I gasped his name as I covered us both with my seed. 

We clung to each other, catching our breath for a long moment. I rested my 
head on his shoulder, almost afraid to look at him in case he regretted what 
we had done. I didn't think I could bear that right now. 

"Alan?" he asked softly, and I raised my head to look into his pale eyes 
reluctantly. He went on, "That was fantastic."

I smiled at him. "Fantastic doesn't really cover it."

"You're right, of course," he answered, then dropped his eyes briefly before 
looking up at me again. This is it, I thought. "Can we... see each other 
again?" he asked hopefully.

I looked back at him, and grinned. "Of course. I still owe you." I breathed 
more easily now; he didn't regret what we had done, and neither did I.

"I'll hold you to that," he said, smiling, and we kissed long and hard once 
more.

Then it was time to get cleaned up, and dressed, and to make our way back to 
the set and try to pretend we hadn't just had each other's cocks in our 
hands. 

It was very difficult to keep up my dour Snape persona the rest of the day.

End?