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On Fire	By : Toddy Category: Individual Celebrities > Political Views: 972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from writing of this story. I do not know Tom Felton or Daniel Radcliffe. This is totally fiction and does not impute any characteristic

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Potter and Malfoy were practicing again, or maybe it should have been Harry and Draco.

In fact it was Dan and Tom, but they had been playing the characters for so long that each of them automatically responded to all three names.

They were having problems with the rescue scene when the Golden Trio rescued Draco Malfoy and Gregory Goyle from the fiendfyre flames that Vincent Crabbe had created and was unable to control.

Dan and Tom had been flying their broomsticks for quite some time, but their techniques differed. When Harry had to rescue Draco from the top of the pile of charred desks, and their subsequent flying to collect the ruined diadem and escape through the door; a number of accidents happened when one or other of them lost their balance.

“We can’t get this right with all these technicians around, Harry. Draco whispered in his ear, whilst the director was calling for yet another take.”

“I agree, Draco.”

The director came over: “You’re still not getting it right chaps.”

“We know,” replied Dan: “We have different flying techniques.”

“Yes, added Tom: “What we really need is some time together to work out exactly how to work together as a team. Our characters have been at loggerheads before, so we know how to score points off each other, but now we have to work as a team. Those sticks are very narrow, you know, and we keep on overbalancing each other.”

“Right – It’s nearly time for packing up and maybe we’re all tired,” agreed the director. “Okay everyone,” he turned and addressed the crew: “We’re having an early evening of it. Maybe, when we are refreshed in the morning, our two prima-ballerinas will have got their aerobatics in order.”

There were general guffaws from front of house and a happy clatter ensued as people put their equipment away.

Dan and Tom shared an early dinner with Rupert and Emma. There was the usual inconsequential chat as well as some discussion of how to overcome the overbalancing problem. Nothing really solved; they retired to their separate hotel rooms.

When he arrived in his room, Daniel changed into his lounging clothes. To say the least they were decrepit, but despite the holes in his jeans they were comfortable. As he settled down in an armchair he ensured the zip was fully up, because its clip had broken and it tended to wander downwards by itself.

Halfway through the evening Daniel was reading the script and memorising his lines ready for the next day’s shoot when there was a knock on the door. When he opened it Tom stood there.

“I think I’ve got some ideas about the balance problems. Have you time to practice?”

“What now?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay – come in – I use the back of my settee to practice on. It’s slightly thicker that a broomstick, and if I fall of I don’t have to fall quite as far.”

“I bet the floor hurts more that those sponge mats.”

“Not really, I put cushions down at the back.”

Tom sat down in a chair whilst Daniel moved the cushions. “As I see it, the places that are most at risk are: when I climb on after you’ve swooped in, when you turn to seek the diadem, and my screaming and gesticulating at you about the door; also when you reach up to catch the charred diadem, followed by us jigging around the flames. If we fall off after getting out it doesn’t matter, that’s what the book and the script suggest. I’m told the wall we have to collide with is made of that sponge.”

“The director wants us to prolong the flight, he says it makes good cinema. He’s suggested that we fly round a bit looking for the door before seeing it. Alternate right and left jinks would not fit his bill, so we need to develop an unobtrusive sign language somehow. Sorry if I butted you in the stomach earlier when I was positioning the stick for you to climb on.”

“Forgiven – actually it was a bit lower than that – gave me quite a thrill! I owe you for that one.”

“Are you propositioning little me?” Daniel asked in a falsetto voice, grinning at Tom.

“Well … You never know. Some of the crew still think you are gay, and you still haven’t really said, during your interviews, that you aren’t.”

Daniel grimaced: “Not that one again! I’ve got quite a gay following as well as lots of female groupies and, until I do settle down, I’ll not disappoint either. Enough – you came here to practice – at least you said you did.”

“Okay – Let’s do the flight practices and see if we can work out a code between us.”

Dan climbed onto the settee’s back and Tom snuggled up behind him. They tried a few moves:

“That’s where you fell off before.”

“Yes, it’s awkward trying to turn with you clinging so high up.”

“I’m supposed to be frightened and clinging to you.”

“Agreed … How about one hand on my chest and the other on my belly.”

“Like this?”

“Yes.”

They tried a few moves.

“That’s better … Now about the signalling?”

“How about I tap or move my left hand when we need to lean left and turn.”

“Okay, let’s give it a go.”

After a few trials Harry fell off. Draco looked down at the cushions and helped his partner back on. [They were now well into their roles] A few more passes and Draco fell off.

“It’s getting there, I think.”

“Mmm … I squeezed left and you rolled right.”

“Sorry … I got mixed up … Your right hand grips my left side and vice versa.”

“Not realised that. It’s still a bit difficult on your chest. How about I lower both hands and grip with my elbows. I reckon it will still look as though I have my hands round your chest. We can hide the real presence under out cloaks”

“It’s worth a try.”

This time their co-ordination was better. Harry felt more relaxed without a hand clutching his bosom. Draco’s relaxed hands managed to stay on side, as it were, so Harry instinctively felt the nudges on the correct side of his body.

“That was much better, let’s do it again?”

They practiced for nearly an hour.

“Okay! I need to do the bit where I reach for the diadem.”

Harry stretched out for the imaginary bauble, as he did so, Draco’s hands slid down from Harry’s belly. The Radcliffe zip had misbehaved during their practice and the Felton digits, in fumbling for new purchase, inadvertently grasped a very personal piece of Potter. Draco didn’t realise what had happened for a minute, and in that time the piece of flesh began to swell.

Dan sat down with a thump trapping Tom’s hand where it was: “You said you owed me one, didn’t you. So is this it?”

Daniel’s cock was almost hard by now, and in Tom’s struggles to pull away he was stroking the monster.

Both of them were now well into their film roles.

“I think you gripped my pole purposely, Malfoy … Just like a Slytherin to try it on.”

“Potter the pervert, enjoying another man’s hand on his wand and enticing a pure-blood to do nasty things to him.”

“I’m not the pervert; your hand is still there, are you going to attempt some evil death-eater tortures?”

“I imagine you’d enjoy them too.” Draco gripped and twisted slightly; causing a sharp intake of breath.

Harry dropped all pretence of riding a broom and shoved his hands behind him, between their bodies. One hand slid inside the Felton belt. It encountered something equally hard.

“So-o-o-o Malfoy, you’re getting of on this too?” Harry turned and, in doing so, toppled both of them off the sofa’s back onto the spread cushions.

When falling, humans do irrational things, like gripping on to the nearest protrusion; even if it is frail and falls with them. The two protagonists were no exception, gasping as the grip on their tools tightened. As he twisted, the Malfoy hand made the Potter prong leap into full view and Tom ogled it before letting go.

“Right Malfoy, this is war.” Radcliffe tackled the Felton flies with both hands and soon had the trousers round the actor’s ankles. Under-drawers quickly followed suit.

“Bloody hell! You’ve even died your pubic hairs blond, you little ponce.”

“Helps me to get into the part, don’t y’know.” The Radcliffe jeans were now round his ankles: “Those pictures on the web don’t do that thing between you legs justice.”

“So you are a perv then, looking up dirty sites and staring at my parts.”

“Just curious!”

“So why are you still caressing it?”

“I could ask the same question of you.”

“Yours is bigger than any other I’ve played with.”

“So you are gay then?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve just suggested that you’d played with other peoples pricks.”

“They were schoolmates when I was younger and not fully developed. What does this feel like?” Dan squeezed Tom’s cock and tickled the scarlet knob end.

“Good! Let me do it to you.”

“Huh-h-h-h, yes-s-s. Are we going to continue this experiment?”

“I think so; why do you ask?”

“Perhaps we might be more comfortable stripped off?”

“It’s a bit uncomfortable here too, the cushions have slipped.”

“I think you’re asking yourself into my bed.”

“Is it big enough?”

“Almost a double and it’s en-suite too.”

The two young actors nakedly shared the bed.

“Have you really dyed your pubic hairs?”

“I’ve already told you why. I reckon you’ve shaved yours, is that so they look better in the Equus scenes?”

“It’s supposed to make me look younger … Does it look unnatural?”

“Let me have a closer look.” Tom/Draco reversed himself giving Dan/Harry an eyeful at the same time.

Dan had never been this close to anyone’s genitalia before and Tom’s was still quite hard. He saw the throbbing veins and traced them with a finger, all the time looking for undyed hair. His finger then traced the edges of the crimson head causing its owner to gasp and his balls to quiver.

Tom gripped the hard cock in front of him moving it around whilst he looked at the semi shaved area, realising that Dan had not bothered to keep trimming whilst he was not in the play. Just then he felt his helmet being stroked and huffed as it sent tingles down his prick.

“That bit’s sensitive. See how you like it,” squeezing the base of dark haired cock, he caused the glans to shine slightly and then fingered it: “That feels silky smooth.”

“Ooh! It also sent shivers down my spine. Your end is shiny now, and I can see a drop of something in your slit.”

“It’s precum, helps to lubricate when you fucking a girl.”

“Have you?”

“Not yet. I fooled around with my fingers a few times, but that’s all.”

“Girls and boys?”

“Yes, like you said I experimented when we were younger. Ah-h-h! Bloody hell, what did you do?”

“Licked it. It’s not unpleasant; slightly salty. There’s another droplet coming.”

“God, Radcliffe, what are you doing now?”

“It was running down so I sucked it off. Did you like it?”

“Mmm … You’ve got some now … See what you think.”

“Oh-h-h Yes-s-s-s … More please?”

Both young men applied their lips to their opposite’s glans. Very soon tongues were swiping over the space inside the lips and they were trembling in lubriciousness

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No penetration took place but they found that excursions into fellatio and frotting were very gratifying.

A couple of hours later they shared a shower.

“I enjoyed that, thank you; it’s a pity we can’t really wave a magic wand and get rid of the mess.”

“It has its compensations; I get to look at a healthy male body all glistening in water.”

“So … Are you?”

“Don’t tell my girlfriend.”

“Same here … A secret between the two of us … Yes?”

“Of course … Erm … We still have to practice some more dialogue, don’t we?”

“So we do … My room next time?”

“Yes please…”

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