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Truly, Madly, Phoenix	By : 8inchCaliper Category: Individual Celebrities > Alan Rickman Views: 4658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Alan Rickman. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Truly, Madly, Phoenix
A series of vignettes

Pairing – Alan Rickman/Gary Oldman

Summary- Filming for Order of the Phoenix has begun, while Alan and Gary get closer…

Rating – NC/17

Disclaimer – This is a work of fiction, and I derive no profit from it. Also, the actors are real, the scenario is NOT. It is a complete work of fiction, made up by me. Not real AT ALL. Thanks.

January 28th 2006

Alan Rickman seems almost hostile as he gets to the changing room and deposits the Severus Snape robes into the waiting arms of the wardrobe person. He stalks away, glad to be done filming for the day and glad to be rid of the tight black wig.

In street clothes – jeans, T-shirt, and trainers – he makes his way to the trailer, his home away from home and tears open the door, frown in place as he is met with a pair of dark blue eyes. Gary almost looks smug as he continues to pour tea into two cups from the antique kettle, his thin lips curled charmingly into a grin.

“Earl Gray?”

Alan rolls eyes, perturbed but trying, desperately, to get over it. “No. Yes. Not now. Maybe later.”

“Bad day onset?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Alan grumbles, closing and locking the door behind him and coming to within inches of the other man. “Come here.”

Alan pulls the teakettle from Gary’s hands, sitting it on the countertop and burying his face in Gary’s soft dark hair.

“I missed you too.” Gary says, smiling as Alan’s hands come up to encircle him. The two men stand together, simply holding each other before Alan’s mouth comes down to capture Gary’s in a light kiss.

In another blur of movement, Gary’s delicate hands have Alan’s T-shirt over his head and his pretty mouth is moving over lightly hairy chest, kissing powder pink nipples beneath gray blond tufts and marveling in the soft accelerated breathing coming from the other man.

In yet another quick succession of moves, both men end up entwined on the carpet (never having made it to the bed), Alan thrusting lazily while Gary winces in pleasure/pain, leg raised high as Alan takes him from behind…

“I’m too old for …acrobatics…” Gary pants, out of breath as Alan shoves in harder still.

“Relax…” Rickman groans, finding Gary’s pleasure spot and slamming into it.

“Oh…shite….”

“I know...” Alan murmurs just as he starts to shudder and spill himself inside the younger man. “…I know…God…Gary…”

Before long, both men are slumped together, sticky and sweaty, and Alan has his chin resting on Gary’s shoulder as breathing slows to normal.

“What do you call this?” Alan inquires some time later of their very unlikely, impromptu relationship, born of scattered sly glances over cast party rooms and a few peaks at the urinal. Gary chuckles and reaches back to bury his hand in Alan’s messy blond hair.

“I don’t know what they call it where you live, but in my universe, it’s called an affair.”

February 21st 2006

A Lincoln Navigator is a decidedly American car, large, beautiful, way too big. Gary lounges back against tan leather seats, glad for tinted windows as Alan lays a soft kiss on the underside of his cock.

“Shite!” Gary hisses, shifting his hips a bit. “That’s…so good…”

Alan grins devilishly before capturing the glistening tip between his teeth, lightly. Gary tosses back his head, eyes rolling back.

“Five minutes…” He manages some ten minutes later as Alan engulfs him, for possibly the hundredth time, shuddering slightly when Gary’s fingers find his hair. As if by way of punishment, Alan drags teeth lightly along the shaft, making Gary cry out. He damn well knows the time – doesn’t need constant reminding. Yeah, soon someone will be along, Alan muses as he maneuvers Gary’s leg around the gear shift to rest over his shoulder. Someone will be looking for them, but Gary had needed this, had seemed tense during the filming.

“So close, Rickman…” Gary moans again, biting his lip in determination as Alan picks up the pace a bit, forming a tight wet vacuum with his mouth and bobbing his head in earnest….

“Oh!” Gary gasps as his hips go rigid and his cock throbs and starts to shoot a creamy load deep down Alan’s throat. Alan holds him there, by his slim hips, milking the climax and then reaching to roll the tight testicles in one hand, ever so gently. Releasing his cock, Alan kisses each slender pale thigh and the equally pale smooth belly. (Gary is so European, its not even funny)
When Gary is coherent, he pulls Alan up to share a sloppy kiss, tasting traces of himself on the other man’s tongue.

“That was incredible.” He whispers, patting Alan’s own distended crotch. “But what about this?”

“Later.” Alan grumbles, adjusting himself in his slacks. “As you so eloquently point out, we’re tardy.”

Gary nods reluctantly before giving his lover a chaste kiss on the mouth and taking in his surroundings for the first time.

“So, where, pray tell, did you find this godawful piece of machinery?”

Alan shrugs. “It’s a rental, of course.”

Gary nods again, fastening his pants. “Well…at least we didn’t ruin the upholstery…”

Alan combs fingers through his hair, absently. “Right. Well… we’d better get back…”

Gary grabs his arm as he moves to stand. “Alan?”

“Yeah…”

“Happy birthday, mate.”

“Thanks.” Alan half-smirks. “Cheers.”

March 1st 2006

The room is small enough as it is – and dark as Alan rearranges things on the shelf so that he might perch himself on the edge of it. Gary impatiently finds the opening through the several layers of ‘Snape’s’ robes to get at Alan’s hard prick as they try to be quiet. Sex on the set is very dangerous. Should someone happen by, a child star or even the director, its quite possible all Hell could break loose. And God forbid MTV or Nickelodeon should happen to be touring the set today…

“Quickly,” Alan murmurs, his large hand caressing Gary’s face lovingly. “We’ve got approximately fifteen…”

“I know,” Gary whispers, finally freeing Alan. “I know. I know. I know…”

“Did you bring lubricant?”

“Yes.” Gary replies, searching his pocket (Sirius Black’s pocket) before pulling out the tiny tube and dribbling the clear liquid all over Alan’s leaking cock. “I never leave home without it.”

Alan shuts his eyes for strength while the other man strokes him. “Don’t tell me you had that with you the entire time…during the scene.”

Gary snorts. “You won’t be complaining in a minute.”

And Gary turns his back to the older man and lowers himself onto the hot hardness, gasping a bit when he is fully impaled. Alan makes a soft sound in the back of his throat as he is sheathed in Gary and rests a hand on the slim hip.

“No complaints here…” Alan sighs as Gary starts to move up and down.

“What were we talking about?” Gary’s voice is a breathy whisper as he fucks himself gingerly on Alan’s cock, steadying himself by leaning back into him and planting his feet outside of Alan’s on the floor.

“I can’t soil these robes…” Alan lets his lips caress the back of Gary’s neck as the man picks up the pace a bit. “…Oh….my, that’s amazing…”

Gary can only moan as he reaches down to hold onto his own straining erection. These fuck sessions have calmed both men considerably during the filming of Order. There has been so much dialogue and angst and hostility on the set and with yet another new director who comes in knowing virtually nothing of the books – but neither Alan, nor Gary can complain since neither of them concern themselves with he books or even know what role they will play until glancing at the scripts…and then script changes – and J.K. Rowling’s occasional surprise visits to the set to add or take something away, much to everyone’s excitement…or displeasure. Unfortunately, Gary still ‘dies’ in this one. Well…Sirius Black anyway…

Alan’s arm wraps around Gary’s waist as his free hand nudges Gary’s hand off his cock to replace it with his own.

“Let me…” He whispers in his deep sexy voice as Gary continues to ride his prick in earnest.

“God, Alan…” Gary rests back against Alan, loving the comfort of his body heat while they fuck. “…my fiancé is going to kill me…”

Alan pauses briefly while stroking the stiff prick in his hand. “What makes you say…”

“She’ll find out.” Gary says, resigned, turning his face so that he might kiss Alan deeply, capturing the tongue and sucking it inside his mouth.

Alan continues to stroke then, redoubling his efforts as Gary slams his hips down and up with vigor and the men come rather quickly, Alan biting his lip to keep his moan quiet and Gary shooting cum out onto the floor, mouth open in silent cry.

In the short time it takes to clean the floor and button themselves back in, the men are strolling casually back onto the set, their flushed faces and disheveled wardrobes going unnoticed by their cast mates as everyone is too busy watching playbacks or getting make-up retouched or being lost in their own make-believe worlds. Still, later, right before a scene in ‘Grimmauld place’ Gary finds a long black hair tangled in his own fingers and quickly discards it before anyone recognizes it as ‘Snape’s’.

March 15th 2006

Alan paces quietly, Highball in hand as Gary speaks animatedly into the phone. The older man tries to appear unconcerned, but his feet won’t stop, the tension won’t leave his shoulders. He can’t make himself tune out the conversation between Gary and his son. It’s so chock full of sentiment and sugary sweet – and its absolutely genuine. No movie magic, no mood music, no special lighting. It’s just Gary, being himself, being a dad. Alan feels like the outsider and it angers him that he should feel that way.

When Gary hangs up the phone, he glances at Alan and smirks. “They shaved the dog. Can you believe it?”

Alan looks completely baffled as he tries to formulate a response. “They…”

“Yeah.” Gary answers, almost glowing with fatherly pride. “I mean, it isn’t that he didn’t have it coming. They’ve been threatening to do it for months now, ever since he ate their video game control, but…I just never thought…” He pauses to have a laugh. “…and they say Ilse, the nanny went into a series of fits when she saw the poor thing, screamed bloody murder. God, wish I could have seen that…they’re going to email me pictures of it, though…”

Alan nods, going along with it, half-smiling. “That sounds lovely.” He takes a sip of his drink and then regards the other man, trying to appear casual. “So, did you talk to her?”

Gary looks at him over half-moon specs. “Huh? Oh! You mean…”

“Yes…your…fiancé…”

Gary nods, his joy diminishing somewhat. “Oh, she’s fine. Wanted to know if I’d been sneaking around with any women…” Gary snorts a laugh. “…I told her the truth, that I hadn’t…and reminded her that most of the women on set are either illegal age teen girls or old grandmotherly spinsters…”

“Ouch. Mags would kill you for that comment.” Alan makes a face. “– and I’m sure you’ve had a gander at those so-called-illegal-age teen girls…”

“…although, David did make a pass two nights ago…”

Alan gets an indignant expression on his face. “What? Why didn’t you tell me that? What did he say?”

Gary grins and dismisses the inquiry with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t go getting all jealous-boyfriend on me – it was innocent. He merely asked if I’d be up for any water sports…”

“I could strangle, Thewlis…” Alan grumbles quietly, taking down the last of his cocktail and wincing when he does. “…and what the Hell does he mean by that statement? What does he want to do? Go windsurfing or Kayaking or….is that code for something?”

Gary beams at Alan, loving the contrast of his stuffy old English ways versus the spitfire, rebel rouser he hides just beneath his amazingly handsome exterior.
“I think he wanted me to urinate on him…or…vice versa…”

Alan simply gapes, clearly disgusted as Gary comes close and holds him in a tight embrace.

“That’s disgusting.” Alan finally enthuses, letting himself be enveloped in a warm hug. “I should have expected as much from him.”

When Gary’s face moves against Alan’s neck, he plants a few gentle kisses there, and near the ear and then on the ear and along the mandible. “I think I’m falling for you, Rickman…” Gary’s words are muffled, but somehow Alan can still hear them very clearly in his head; he’d been thinking the same thing.

The taller man buries his hands in Gary’s soft dark hair and shuts his eyes. “Falling is such dangerous business…”

Gary nods, moving up to kiss the chin with one day’s worth of stubble on it. “Yes, and yet I can’t help myself. You do that to me…” He takes one of Alan’s hands and moves it to his crotch, letting Alan feel the hardness there through the jeans. “…and this.”

Alan doesn’t immediately remove his hand, instead keeps it there, feeling as it hardens even more beneath his hand and smiling at Gary’s attractive face. They both know what’s coming next. Sex between them is inevitable. They can’t help themselves. But lately, there’s been this element of something else, something akin to and very closely resembling companionship, comfort, and love. It scares Alan a great deal, still, there is something rather charming about the concept…

April 3rd 2006

“I love your lips.” Alan tells him out of the blue, touching them with his fingers. “They’re so…beautifully sculpted, like the curve of a violin…well, something like that…”

Gary grins and starts to rub himself against Alan. “I want you to make love with me…one really good time, not frantic or harried or…” He shuts his eyes. “…I don’t want to fuck, basically. I want to make love with you.”

Alan licks his lips and presses himself against Gary, regarding the other man with those intense dark blue eyes, that seemingly always grinning mouth surrounded by boyish features, so sweet, beautiful.

“Alright…” Alan murmurs before giving him the softest of kisses, their mouth barely touching before he breaks it.

Gary takes Alan’s hand and leads him to the bed, a futon in a very small separate room in the trailer – but perfectly cozy and comfy and dark, Alan notes as he moves to turn on the light before Gary stops him.

“No. Leave it. I like it dark.” His voice is slightly uneven as he speaks and its as if its their first time when Alan comes close and touches his warm skin with cool fingertips. Their mouths meet again and Alan snakes his tongue out slowly, to get a taste of the other man. Gary’s quivering sigh seems to fill the room, a quiet breath.

Tentatively, Alan starts to undress Gary, each new piece of flesh exposed like a new revelation. He stands his ground even while his knees begin to liquefy as Alan’s hands move like ghost hands over his body so it feels not like he’s being undressed but rather that the garments are levitating away, as if on a gentle breeze.

In several moments, Gary is completely undressed, Alan having kneeled before him to slide jeans down over slim hips along with boxer briefs and having lifted one leg, then the other to get him out of his shoes and socks as well.

When they face each other again, Alan pulls Gary’s naked body to his clothed one and rubs his hot hands up and down the naked skin, fingers dancing against the little bump of ribcage, around to dip into the crease of his middle back and down along his spine, and lower to caress the soft globe of his ass, making Gary gasp softly.

Gary’s hands come up next to divest Alan of his blazer, T-shirt and slacks, quicker than Alan, more impatient now, erection beyond aching, almost numb. He leads Alan to perch on the edge of the bed and removes his slacks and underwear and shoes. Then he pushes him back to lie down and crawls on top of him, straddling him.

“I’m in love with you, Alan…” He says in a quivering voice as Alan removes the half-moon specs.

Alan regards him in the dark, their bodies reduced to mere silhouettes as he exhales shakily. “Good. Then I’m not the only one in anguish.” He moves closer, thereby trapping his erection between their bodies. “I’m in love with you too, Goldman, so what do we do?”

Gary laughs at the endearment. “Um. Okay. First, we finish up with this Harry Potter nightmare, then we rush off to Fiji or some other virtually remote island and live off the proceeds of aforementioned Harry Potter, and…I dunno…maybe bring my kids…and my dog…”

Alan winces, glad for the darkness, but Gary is very perceptive.

“I felt that.” He says in an accusing voice.

“Well…wouldn’t the dog get cold?” Alan inquires in a pained voice. “I mean, it’s…. bald now, right?”

Gary snorts. “Somehow, I don’t think you’re so terribly concerned as you claim to be.”

“Right…well…anyway, weren’t we in the middle of something?”

Gary leans forward and angrily kisses Alan’s mouth, then kisses him again but tender this time, and still, yet again, a slower, passionate kiss. Alan’s hands come up to encircle him, licking his tongue and then sucking it hungrily.

Breaking the kiss, Alan leans towards the side drawer and reaches blindly for the tube of lubricant. Opening it, he drizzles the cool gel onto them both and starts to stroke Gary and himself as Gary leans forward and starts to kiss him again, hands buried in his hair, tongue toying around teasingly. Alan is stroking them both, maddeningly slow and Gary starts to move his hips, in spite of himself.

“Slow…” Alan warns in a strict voice, causing Gary’s cock to leak.

Gary, paces himself then, not moving much but simply feeling, letting Alan’s hand coax him closer and closer, the lube warming with the friction, making him insane with need.

“Dammit,” he moans. “I need more, damn you…I need to feel you inside me…”

Alan leans forward and kisses him before pulling back. “Like this? Or…”

Gary moves off Alan’s lap, then rests back on the bed. “Get down here, you…”

Alan rests on elbows, hovering over Gary and feeling the warmth of their mingled breaths. They are face to face and almost nervous about that. They rarely – if ever – have done it like this. Alan leans down to kiss Gary’s mouth yet again and insinuates himself between Gary’s slender thighs, their cocks meeting and bumping together. Alan reaches for the lube again, drizzling it over himself and over Gary again before lying down on him and grinding against him, their cocks sliding together.

Gary wraps his arms around Alan, face buried in his shoulder, inhaling him, drinking him in as Alan’s rhythm changes with a different swivel of his hips, a slow circular motion, then back and forth, making Gary’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Oh God…” he murmurs, biting his lip. “…Oh God, Rickman, is it …is it possible to c-come like this?”

Alan smiles wearily, hand moving over Gary’s baby soft skin, along his sides up and down his arms. “I don’t know…guess we’ll see…”

They continue to move like this, forward and back, Alan’s pelvis moving that way, and Gary’s hips flexing, finding more friction and crying out softly as they continue to ride each other, kissing and clinging until Gary starts to shudder.

“Alan…Gods…I’m…I’m…” His seed squirts between them, soaking their bellies as Alan continues to thrust, ass clenching, hips flexing, then, like a flash, Alan is angling himself so that he slides deep inside Gary, causing both men to gasp and Alan to completely lose himself.

“Ahh…. ahh…. ahh…” He rides the waves of his orgasm, trembling as his come shoots deep inside Gary, whose legs have wrapped around him.

When they are both spent and exhausted, Alan moves to lie beside Gary, his hand smearing the come on his belly, and Gary reaches to play in it as well. They chuckle softly, both hands on Alan, marveling in the oddly comfortable moment, debating on whether or not to take a shower.

“Let’s stay like this.” Gary murmurs, licking his fingers before kissing Alan’s mouth. “Lets never leave this room. Let’s continue to live in this trailer, long after we should, waking and making love and sleeping and drinking tea, for an eternity.”

Alan smirks. “You like that better than Fiji?”

Gary kisses him again. “Yeah, I truly madly do.”

Alan pulls him against his body, yawning. “Okay then. I’m game.” And they fall almost instantly into sleep, as if in a trance, neither man concerned with the fact that it’s the last day of filming or that there are celebrations all around outside, fireworks, music and dancing. Nothing matters except their perfectly screwed up relationship and the final day of Phoenix, itself in a way, a whole new beginning.

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