Title: Call Me Author: Jade Pairing: Jason Isaacs/Tom Felton RPS Rating: NC-17 Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell, never happened Sitting in his hotel room, about to turn in for the night, Jason was surprised by his ringing mobile. He hadn't been expecting a call. He answered it, and after a moment recognised the voice on the other end. "Jason? This is Tom. Tom Felton. I hope you remember me, or this will be very awkward," the deep, yet young male voice said nervously. "Tom! Of course I remember you," said Jason smoothly. How could he forget such a hot teen heart-throb? He'd joked about it in an interview, but he really had found the boy charming and easy to look at. Not that he should even be letting himself think that... if he remembered correctly, the boy would be nearly seventeen. "How are you?" he asked, ignoring the fact that it was rather late for a social call. Something was quite obviously bothering the boy. "I'm fine," Tom answered automatically, then seemed to catch himself. "Well, actually, I'm not. It's just... I'm so sorry to have bothered you, but I really couldn't think of anyone else to ring, and your mobile number was in my phone..." Tom was almost babbling now, and Jason knew something was wrong. "It's perfectly fine, Tom, just relax and tell me what's wrong," he said quietly. He hadn't seen Tom since they'd wrapped shooting on the second Harry Potter film. Jason knew they were shooting the third one, but his character wasn't in it so he was in town doing a different film. Rather than commuting every day, he preferred to stay in a hotel close to the studio. There was a pause on the other end, and then Tom said, all in a rush, "Well, I was out with some mates and one of them got hold of some lager and we sat around drinking it in a park, and now they want to leave but I think Geoff's too drunk to drive, and I don't know how yet, and I'd call my parents but they'd know I'd been drinking and they think I'm staying with another friend, and I'd be in so much trouble even though I'm almost old enough, and I didn't want to ring for a taxi because I didn't want to be recognised, and I'm so sorry but I thought of you and you were always so nice and I wondered if you could pick me up?" Jason took it all in for a second, then, oddly flattered that Tom would ring him of all people, said carefully, because it was the right thing to do, "Are you sure you can't ask your parents? They would be happy that you didn't get into a car with someone who's drunk." Tom sighed. "I should, I know, but... I've really mucked things up, and they're out to dinner right now, I know that, and I don't want to bother them..." Tom broke off, and Jason could hear screeching tyres in the background. "Bugger, they've left." "They left you there all alone?" Jason asked, alarmed, already pulling on his trousers. "Where are you, I'll be right there..." As Jason drove over to the address Tom had given him, he flashed back to the first time he'd met the boy. They hadn't had a chance to talk before rehearsals began, so they went into it cold. Jason was the kind of actor who liked to interpret his character quite a bit so he decided to go beyond the script and make Lucius Malfoy even worse than he'd seemed in the story. So he introduced the snake cane, using it to order Tom as Draco about, and the look of surprise on the boy's face was perfect. He had felt slightly bad about springing it on Tom that way, but the director loved it. Tom was an excellent actor, and when the actual filming began the boy was able to perfectly duplicate the intimidated _expression he'd had in rehearsals. They'd talked later, and Tom asked why he'd done it. "Not that I didn't think it was absolutely brilliant," the boy added quickly. "It's for you, actually, your character," Jason explained. "I don't understand," Tom replied, frowning in an altogether too adorable manner. Jason got his mind back where it should be. Naughty to have thoughts about a boy so young, even though he looked completely edible... "Well, my character is meant to be completely evil, not really a fully fleshed character," he explained. "Everyone gets that he's evil. But your character, on the other hand, is more of a main character. Until now everyone's just assumed Draco is evil as well. But now they'll be able to see that it's not his fault at all, that he's been bullied all his life by his father, and if he takes it out on other people, that's to be expected." Tom was seemingly impressed. They talked for a while longer, and from that day on they got along quite well. They never saw each other off the set, though, until they all got together for some promotional pictures. He hadn't seen Tom for a few months, and was struck by how grown up he looked. The photographer had arranged them, and Tom had been placed directly in front of him. He'd got dangerously distracted by the boy's ass in the faded jeans he'd been wearing. Jason really wasn't paying attention, because the photographer was telling them all to step back, and Tom did, but he didn't. With the result that Tom tripped on Jason's boots, and Jason just barely caught him by his upper arms. Tom fell back against Jason's chest, then righted himself quickly, blushing and apologising. Jason shivered as he tried to forget the way Tom felt against him; the boy's ass had nearly been pressed against his groin, and now his body was reacting... how he got through the rest of the shoot without embarrassing himself was still a mystery to him. Later, they were all invited to a lunch at a nearby restaurant. They had set up the back room for the group so that they wouldn't be bothered. Several of the people had to leave, and Jason was considering skipping it as well, until Tom came up next to him, grabbing his arm, and pleading, "Please, you're going to stay as well, aren't you, Jason? I'll be deathly bored if you don't..." How could he refuse? Tom sat next to him, he did enjoy himself. They talked, and he admired the boy, and wished he was younger. He had very interesting dreams that night, and he even talked himself into feeling guilty for them. Now, he was almost there, and Jason kept Tom talking while he drove the rest of the distance to the darkened park. He located the boy easily, and let out a sigh of relief when he seemed to be safe, and not too drunk. "Thank you so much," enthused Tom, leaning over toward Jason. "I really appreciate it," he added, putting a hand on Jason's arm. "Don't mention it," Jason said, looking sideways at the boy. God, he'd grown in the year since he'd seen him. Tom was almost as tall as he was, and his hair was long and still blond from the filming. Tom looked good enough to eat. There was just something about teenage boys... Jason stopped that train of thought immediately. Tom wasn't even seventeen yet. "Where can I take you?" Tom was silent for a long moment, and Jason glanced over to see what was the matter. Then, he spoke up. "Can we just, like, hang out for a while? I can't go home yet, I'm too drunk, and I'm supposed to be over at a friend's..." Jason looked over at Tom again. Did he detect something in the boy's voice? But no, he was reading his own lecherous thoughts into Tom's words. "Sure, that's fine. We can go back to the hotel, is that ok?" "Definitely," Tom said, smiling over at Jason. "I really appreciate it, Jason. I owe you one." Jason didn't trust himself to answer that, so he concentrated on the road ahead. They got to the hotel without event, and Jason suppressed the urge to feel guilty for essentially smuggling a teenage (gorgeous teenage, his mind helpfully supplied) boy up to his suite. Luckily, no one took any notice, and they made it to Jason's room easily. Jason shut the door behind them, wondering what he was going to do to entertain Tom. Certainly not what his mind suggested as his eyes wandered over Tom's slim, firm body. His jeans were tantalisingly snug, and his ass... Tom spun around, laughing, and Jason's eyes were still where they shouldn't be. Tom was tipsier than he'd seemed to be, earlier, so luckily he didn't seem to notice he was being leered at by Jason. "Would you like to watch tv?" he asked, trying to think of something other than how sexy the boy looked. Tom walked closer to him, licked his lips and said, "Sure! You joining me?" The boy went and sat on the couch in the sitting area of the suite. "Why not?" answered Jason, walking over to sit in a chair, but Tom interrupted. "No, come sit with me! The couch is much more comfortable," he smiled, and if Jason hadn't known better... no, he was projecting again. Tom patted the couch next to him, and Jason sat down carefully. They flipped through the channels, finally settling on an action- adventure movie. The female lead was buxom and flitted around in revealing outfits, but Jason noticed that Tom didn't comment, or even seem impressed. That seemed uncommon for a teenage boy, and Jason found he was watching Tom more than the movie. He was certainly nicer to look at. Jason had always been attracted to both men and women, but it was increasingly difficult to satisfy the more unconventional of his desires. He loved his family, but there was part of him that would always remain unsatisfied. That part was lusting after the sixteen year old boy next to him. "Don't you like the movie?" Jason asked. Tom shrugged. "It's ok." He looked up at Jason, he didn't look at all drunk any more. "But I like being here with you." Jason stared back at Tom, certain the boy couldn't mean what he sounded like he meant. He scooted away slightly, and said, "Yes, I'm enjoying it too." Tom looked over at him, smiled sweetly, announced, "I'm tired," and slumped sideways so his upper body lay across Jason's lap. Jason's mouth dropped open as the boy lay across his lap. "Tom!" he sputtered, not sure what to do, but his body was already reacting automatically. "You're so sexy, Jason," sighed Tom, looking up at the older man. "I've always thought so." "Tom, I..." Jason couldn't seem to think of what to say. Sweet, cute Tom? Thought he was sexy? Tom looked suddenly apprehensive. "Oh god, I'm sorry, I can't believe I said that... you're straight, aren't you?" He sat up quickly, a blush staining his fair skin. "No," Jason said automatically. He felt bad for everything now, for Tom wanting him, and now for him feeling embarrassed. "I'm bi, actually." "Oh," said Tom, now grinning evilly. "I knew I wasn't wrong." "Tom," Jason said warningly. The boy had moved back closer to him on the couch. Tom placed a hand on Jason's thigh and looked at him. "What? You don't find me attractive?" "That's not the point," Jason said firmly, removing Tom's hand from his leg. "So you do, then," Tom said triumphantly, putting his hand back and scooting close so their legs touched. Jason removed the boy's hand once again, and said, "You're drunk." "No, I'm not. I only had one beer," Tom insisted, moving quickly, straddling Jason's lap before he could protest. "Tom," Jason said with a strangled moan as the boy wriggled closer, almost pressed against his erection, which helpfully got even bigger. "But I want you," breathed Tom, threading his arms around Jason, pressing as close as he could. "I've wanted you for a long time." He wiggled, and Jason clearly felt the boy's erection against his own, and he gasped softly. "And you want me, too," Tom added, rocking his hips. "That... it doesn't matter, you don't want me..." Jason tried to protest. "I do," insisted Tom. "That time at the photo session? When I fell against you? I did that on purpose," he said, moving against Jason, robbing him of his will to resist. "You did?" Jason stammered, shocked. "Why?" "I wanted to touch you, to feel you against me," Tom grinned. "It was fucking great. I got so hard, I almost came in my pants then." "Oh god," moaned Jason, his hands moving to push Tom away but failing as they rested on impossibly slim hips. "Tom, we can't... you're too young..." Tom's face was inches away, his full lips in a slight pout as he said, "I'm not a virgin, you know... I've done stuff..." "What stuff?" asked Jason, then caught himself. He really shouldn't even be discussing this, should get up and push Tom away and take him right home. But his hands were still on those hips, and that erection still pressed against his... "Almost everything," stated Tom proudly. "Blow jobs and stuff, and I fucked one guy, but I wouldn't let him fuck me." He leaned close, whispering in Jason's ear, "I saved myself for you, Jason. I want you to fuck me." "God," moaned Jason. Almost of their own accord, his hands moved up Tom's back, and when the boy pulled back slightly and looked at him, he knew he was lost. Tom took advantage of Jason's hesitation and pressed his lips to the older man's. True to his words, Tom was not inexperienced; he kissed very well, and Jason responded in spite of himself. While they kissed, Tom continued to rock against Jason, until finally the boy pulled back, panting. "Please, Jason. I want to feel what it's like to have a cock inside me." Tom was flushed and needy and Jason had never seen anything as sexy. He hesitated, though being asked to be someone's first was flattering indeed. "Tom, are you sure?" Jason said, his conscience failing him. The blond grinned, sensing he'd won, and said, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." And he leaned back slightly, pulling off his t-shirt. Jason groaned as Tom pressed against him again, and his hands went to the boy's back. All that silky smooth skin, all for him, lean muscles moving under the pale skin... he moved his hands down to the waistband of Tom's jeans, just dipping inside, and the boy shuddered. "Yes, please, god, Jason, I'm so ready..." Tom moaned, snaking his hand between them to seek out Jason's arousal. Jason gasped as he felt the boy's hand press against his hard cock. "Tom," he warned, with the last of his resistance. Tom didn't answer, and perhaps thinking Jason was about to say no, the boy was suddenly on his knees between Jason's legs. "Oh god," groaned Jason, as Tom reached up and deftly unfastened his trousers. "No..." But Tom ignored him, and truly Jason didn't want to stop him as the boy pushed down his boxers, freeing his aching cock. Jason looked down, to see the boy's blond head bowed over his lap, full lips parting to take him in, one last perfect image of the gorgeous teenage boy on his knees before his world disappeared into wet hot lust. Tom hadn't been kidding; he knew what he was doing as he teased Jason's length, licking up one side then swirling his tongue around the tip. The fact that the boy was so young just made it more perversely pleasurable; he certainly hadn't known how to suck cock at sixteen. Not that he hadn't wanted to... in fact, he could remember having a huge crush on an older man at just that age. He'd never had the guts to do anything about it, however. Jason was soon moaning as Tom's wickedly talented mouth worked on him. He buried one hand in Tom's blond hair and gasped, "Stop!" Tom pulled back slightly, enough so that he could speak. "I won't stop," he purred, pausing to lick at the slit, then continuing, "Until you promise to fuck me." "You're evil," hissed Jason, but halfway through it turned into a moan as Tom started stroking his cock lightly. "Please," begged Tom, looking up at him as he nuzzled Jason's cock with his cheek. "Fuck," Jason moaned. It was too much. "Ok," he groaned, giving in as Tom started to bob his head up and down. Grinning triumphantly, Tom released Jason's cock and straddled his lap once more. "You won't regret it, Jason," he breathed. Jason had no more time to think about it as Tom kissed him enthusiastically, and he rocked his hips against him. Jason finally let go and kissed back unreservedly. It felt good to give in to temptation at last. He slid his hands down to rest on Tom's ass and pulled him closer. Tom moaned into Jason's mouth as the older man finally took control. They kissed again, and when they broke again, Tom was panting with need. "Jason, please take me to bed..." Jason nodded, and Tom got up off his lap and pulled him to his feet. Jason pulled Tom to him and crushed their mouths together in another rough kiss, then led the boy to the bedroom. They entered the room, and Jason turned to look at Tom. The blond was already unbuttoning his jeans, and as he pushed them down, his arousal sprang free. He stepped out of them and kicked them away, and stood naked in front of Jason. Jason allowed himself to savour the vision of decadence before him for a brief moment. Tom was all golden skin and blond hair and lean smooth muscles; Jason had forgotten just how gorgeous a sixteen year old boy could be. "Are you going to stand there staring at me all night?" Tom said, grinning, clearly at ease with his body. "I wouldn't mind," smiled Jason. "It's a lovely view." He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. "Though I would like to do more than look." Tom sat down on the bed and scooted back until he was lying back. "I certainly hope so." Tom watched intently as Jason stripped, his hand drifting down toward his own arousal. Jason bit his lip as he watched the boy touch himself, and he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. "You're so sexy, Jason," Tom moaned as he approached the bed. Jason was barely on the bed when Tom pounced, pressing against him. Groaning, Jason rolled them over, pinning the boy to the bed, moaning at the feel of the hard body beneath him. "Yes, god, Jason, feels so good," gasped Tom, arching up against the man on top of him. Jason had to agree; Tom's body was all angles and hardness and silky skin under him. He rocked his hips, knowing what the friction would do to the boy. Now that he'd given in, he wanted to do this right, and drive Tom insane with pleasure. He started to kiss his neck, working his way down, and soon Tom was writhing and moaning, clearly knowing where Jason was headed. "Oh god yes please," begged Tom, as Jason slid between his legs. Tom's arousal was hard and wet and as he licked up the underside, the boy cried out. Tom tasted just as good as he had imagined, and he plunged the boy's length into his mouth as he ran one hand up the inside of his thigh. After just a few moments, Tom said with difficulty, "Stop, please!" Immediately, Jason released the boy's cock from his mouth, looking up. "You don't like it?" "Oh yeah, I like it," groaned Tom, "But I want you inside me when I come." Once more, Jason asked, "Are you sure?" Though all he wanted was to grant the boy's request immediately. "Of course I am," insisted Tom. "I don't want to wait any more." With that, he got off the bed and, from his jeans pocket, quickly retrieved a condom and a small tube of lubrication. Jason watched from the bed. "You came prepared," he commented, raising an eyebrow. Tom grinned, getting back on the bed. "Well, you never know when an opportunity is going to, um, come up." He laughed. "I didn't really plan this for tonight. It just sort of happened." Jason smiled. "It's good to see you play safe, anyway." "Always," Tom assured him, and crawled on top of the older man. Jason pulled the boy's head down for a kiss, then flipped them over once again. He pulled back and said, "Shall we, then?" Tom nodded quickly, biting his lip. "Hurry, please..." Jason took the lube and spread Tom's legs apart. He carefully prepped the boy, aware that Tom was a virgin, and he didn't want to cause any pain at all. By the time he was done, both of them were about to scream from impatience. "Please," repeated Tom, and finally Jason was satisfied. He put the condom on quickly, touching himself as little as possible because he wanted this to last. Then he leaned forward, kissed Tom once again and positioned himself. "Last chance to change your mind, Tom," whispered Jason, just barely holding himself back. "Fuck me, now, Jason, please!" cried Tom, and Jason couldn't wait any longer. He entered Tom as gently as possible, but it was still far tighter than he could have ever imagined. He'd never taken a virgin before, that he knew of, and he knew it had to be hurting the boy. But Tom wasn't asking him to stop; on the contrary, he was panting shallowly and asking for more. Now he was balls deep in the boy, and he knew he wouldn't last long in this tight heat. Pulling back slightly, he thrust in slowly, and Tom gasped. "Does it hurt?" Jason asked, rocking gently. "It did, for a minute," panted Tom. "But now... oh, it feels so... yes, do that some more..." So Jason did, quickly losing all reservations as he set up a rhythm. He concentrated as much as he could; Tom's lithe body gripped him and threatened to push him into release far too soon. Wanting to make it as good as possible for the boy, he slid a hand between them and started to stroke Tom's cock. Tom had been relatively quiet until now; but with the added stimulus of Jason's hand on his arousal, the boy lost control completely. He cried out Jason's name, and grabbed the sheets as he writhed. "That's so... fuck, Jason, so good... yes..." Tom's desire strengthened his, and Jason started to lose his composure as well. He started to thrust more quickly, and Tom immediately responded. "Faster, oh god, yes, that's it," moaned Tom, now hanging onto Jason for dear life. Jason was only more than happy to comply, and soon he was very close to climax. He stroked Tom's cock more quickly, and suddenly the boy cried out and stiffened. Jason felt the wet heat cover his hand, and then he absolutely could not keep himself from following. The pleasure was more intense than any Jason had felt for a long time. His climax seemed to go on and on, and he realised he was calling the boy's name as the feeling ebbed. "Fuck," groaned Jason as he carefully pulled out and lay next to him. "That was..." "Amazing," sighed Tom. "Everything I thought it would be. And more." Jason couldn't help but smile. "No regrets?" "None," Tom answered, and snuggled up to Jason. "Well, except that this night has to end."