{Title}: Late Night Phone Call

{Pairing}: Elijah Wood / Daniel Radcliffe

{Rating}: PG-13 (no explicit behavior)

{Author}: Sammymc ( sammymc@comcast.net )

{Summary}: Dan lays awake at night, thinking about his favorite Hobbit. 

{Disclaimer}: Real People Slash. This is fiction and is not meant to be seen as a truth about 
	either of the actors portrayed below. 

{Warning}: Future Fic - Because one of the actors mentioned is at this time a minor, I have set 
	the time for this fic as July, 2005. 

{Distribution}: ONLY with express permission from me. Email if you want it.

 

It doesn’t matter in the end what Daniel says. No matter how much he begs or pleads or bargains. 
Elijah will still turn away. Dan knows all of the reasons by now. All of the reasons why Elijah 
will not let Dan kiss him, touch him, love him. 

Elijah is too old. Dan is too young. It’s illegal just about everywhere. The fans would never 
approve. Dan doesn’t really know what he wants. Dan’s still a virgin. He doesn’t really want his 
good friend Elijah to be his first. It would screw everything up.

But in his mind, Dan doesn’t care what Elijah’s reasoning is. Because sometimes, when they get 
together to have their little big-brother-little-brother, socializing/slash/bonding time, Elijah 
will look over at him, and his ice blue eyes will burn with something more than friendship and 
common understanding. His eyes burn with lust and want and just sometimes, Dan convinces 
himself, love is there too.

So the night before he turns 16, Dan calls up his good friend Elijah, who’s in LA taking time 
off between one big movie and another. And he tells Lija a few things that he feels he needs to 
say, that he feels are of great importance. 

"You aren’t too old. I’m not too young. Sixteen, Elijah, in ten minutes I will be sixteen, the 
age of consent here. Who cares what the fans think. I know what I want Lij. I want you. I want 
you, my very good friend Elijah, my very sexy friend good friend Elijah to be my first. I 
promise not to hate you in the morning..." he hears only heavy breathing on the other end of the 
line. And then Elijah speaks. 

"I’m on the first plane out..."

"Good."

"Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"You sure?" the voice is hesitant from thousands of miles away, reluctant even. 

"Definitely." The word came out precise and smooth and Dan seems sure of himself for the first 
time in weeks. 

"Happy Birthday, Daniel." There’s a click as the line disconnects. Dan smiles and glances at the 
clock on his bedside table. 12:02 AM it reads. Dan smiles and rolls over in his too small bed. 
Tomorrow plans to be very interesting.