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David and Gary - A Fantasy

by Julie Lynn Hayes

Chapter 1 - New Beginnings

I could see that something was troubling David, there on the set as we waited for our cues, waited for Alphonse to go over some directions with the youngsters - and yes, I realize they would each and every one take umbrage at that appellation, especially Dan, and I have to admit that he is a very mature, serious young man for his age, but face it, compared to us, they are simply babes in the woods and there is just no way to get around that. He sat in one of the ramshackle chairs which graced the set, hands clasped between his legs, his blue eyes focussed on nothing in particular, and not a word from his lips in some fifteen minutes, which for the two of us is a long time indeed. For when we are together we seem to be able to natter about anything and everything, and do.

Working with David Thewlis was the icing on the cake as far as I was concerned when I agreed to take on the role of Sirius Black in the latest Harry Potter film - The Prisoner of Azkaban - not to mention having been begged to do so by my sons, the youngest two having screamed excitedly when I mentioned the offer merely in passing. Not that it is my wont to discuss my offers with them, but this one I sensed they would more than likely be interested in knowing about - and I was quite correct. I had long been an admirer of David's, considering him to be one of the finest actors in Britain, and I looked forward to working with him. The friendship which developed between us was a bonus, of course, for we took to one another as if we had been boon companions for years, and spent all our down time together in discussions of myriad diverse topics.

I managed to catch his eye, my own mirroring my concern. He gave me a weak smile, but he wasn't fooling me, and I arched an eyebrow to let him know the same. He opened his mouth to respond, but just then our names were called - they were ready for us once more, and I had to resume my position on the floor, while he stood above me, poised with his wand - or should I say that Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were in position again - and back to the wizarding world we went, at least for now...

But afterwards was a different story. I made sure I got out of makeup quickly - having those tattoos removed and reapplied every day was a bitch, I can tell you, and henna does not smell good - I dressed quickly and waited outside his trailer, for good measure, so he couldn't avoid me.

"Gary, what are you doing here?" He sounded surprised to see me.

"Waiting to buy you a drink," was my automatic response.

"You don't drink..."

"No, but I think you need one, and I'd like to keep you company."

He shook his head wearily. "Thanks, but I don't think I'm up to a pub tonight, maybe some other time."

"Who said anything about a pub? My flat, and no arguing." I took his arm, as we made our way from the trailers. My driver was ready and waiting, and as we settled ourselves in the backseat, I directed him to take us to the flat I was leasing for my brief stays here in Scotland while filming. The boys were at home in LA, and I missed them terribly, but I saw no sense in uprooting them from their school, so I would fly home every opportunity that I got, at the same times that David returned to his pregnant girlfriend in London. Anna was her name, Anna Friel - an actress in her own right, although her career had not been nearly as successful as David's, but she was currently shooting some football flick, which kept her pretty well occupied. Or so it seemed.

It was a nice flat, to be honest - perfect for a single man, which was what I was after losing Mrs. Oldman #3 - note to self, don't ever look for a potential date/mate in rehab. I didn't honestly need much, not just for myself. It was cozy, and contained the essentials, without being too small either.

"Name your poison," I said, for I had a few bottles on hand just in case, for guests. I never touched the stuff, myself, having been dry some eight years.

"Whiskey, if you have it," he said softly, ensconced on the sofa in my living room. I poured three fingers, grabbed a bottle of water for myself, and was soon sitting beside him, watching him gulp half the drink in record time. My suspicion that something was wrong grew stronger, of course, after witnessing that particular performance. But I didn't want to rush him, so I sat beside him, and waited for him to speak, while I gazed at him with concern, as I found myself taking mental inventory...

"It's about the baby," he said at last, in a voice so low that I could barely hear him, and was forced to lean closer to him to do so.

"Oh god, is something wrong with the baby?" I asked in dismay, my heart going out to this very gentle man.

"Oh no, no, nothing like that," he shook his head.

"Then, what is it? Please tell me, David? I only want to help...."

"It's........that is.........the baby........the baby isn't mine, it's someone else's..." the last words tumbling out in a rush, his eyes never meeting mine. "Oh god, Gary, she told me it belongs to someone on that film of hers, one of the real footballers that are advising on the film, not even an actor, and that he wants to claim the child as his own." The soft voice was filled with a torment that mere words could not soothe. "I don't know what to do. She's leaving me... by now, she's already moved out, I expect.......I dunno, Gar, I just don't know...."

"David, please, it's not your fault, don't feel guilty," it was as if I could read his mind, sense that he was beating himself up inside, emotionally.

"But it must be my fault," he raised his face at last, desperately, and I could see his eyes were clouded with tears, and their expression went straight to my heart. "If I was a better lover, she'd not looked elsewhere, would she?"

"No, no, don't talk like that." In anguish I began to stroke his cheek, as if he were one of the boys, trying to impart some sense of relief through my fingers. He leaned into them instinctively, eyes closing for a moment, a broken sob rising from his throat....even as I found myself staring at his lips, and how sweet they looked, and how I wanted to ..

Good lord, what was I thinking? I knew that I should move away, disentangle myself from him, before......before .....before what? I had no idea.

"What else am I to think?" he continued, completely unaware of my inner turmoil, "if I were good enough, she wouldn't have fucked someone else, would she? Therefore, I'm not good enough, I failed her in some way. He's what she wants - he's younger, handsomer, sexier....all the things she wanted from me but couldn't have...."

"No, no, not true, you're a young man, still, and you're very handsome and incredibly sexy..." Had I really said that? Apparently so, for his blue eyes snapped open, and he gazed at me with a certain amount of incredulity.

"Do you really think so?" he asked, his eyes seeking mine for some sort of affirmation.

My eyes were fastened upon his lips, and for some reason my head was moving toward his, even as I wordlessly nodded, and then.....then......our lips had touched, were touching, and I felt something inside of me click, like a switch had been flipped. But oh my god, what was I doing? I wanted to apologize, to pull back, to beg his forgiveness - but any and all such thoughts were unnecessary, as he returned the kiss with equal passion, and after a few moments, I gave up all thought of doing anything else myself. Fuck it, this felt too right to be wrong.....

I can't be sure how long we remained like that, lips locked, hearts beating rapidly, but breathe we had to eventually, and reluctantly we broke apart, panting, confused, and yet at the same time I think we were both at peace with what was happening between us.

"Gary, have you ever...." he began, delicately, feeling his way.

"You mean touched another man?" I finished the question for him, and watched him nod.

"A long time ago. Once. And only mutual masturbation, nothing more...." I admitted. "Not counting films, of course." I reached out a tentative finger, tracing the line of his jaw, and was rewarded with a kiss upon that finger.

"I never have.......before now, that is........" an unspoken declaration of intention if ever I heard one.

"Do you mean....?" I dared to ask, but in reply, he pulled me to him once more and his lips spoke so much more than just words could ever say.

I pushed him back onto the soft cushions of the sofa, our lips securely locked, as I stretched my frame out over him - which if we were standing, our difference in heights would be more noticeable, since he towers over me a tad, being six foot four to my five foot ten - but in a horizontal position, we are equalized. And another equalizer was the hardons we each seemed to be sporting, which I managed to grind together with my movement.

I captured his hands with mine, raising them over his head as I began to lose myself in his kiss. I couldn't believe it, here I was with my tongue in David Thewlis' mouth. But damn, how good it felt to be there. And I could tell that he felt the same way. Why not? He was obviously free, I was certainly free - three marriages had made me very relationship wary, so I hesitated to get involved with anyone. The photos of me with a certain blonde which were being circulated on the internet were pure sham - she was a beard, nothing more, and that's all she would ever be. I mean, be serious, the woman was twenty-six - I know it looks good to the media, but damn, try having a meaningful conversation with someone that has no frame of reference in common with you, although I suspect that was just her. David, on the other hand - well, I already felt more than friendship for him, I could feel my heart melting inside of me at his touch, and I hungered for more.

He broke the kiss long enough to say two words - "Bed.....now...." and who was I to argue, although I was reluctant to let go of him long enough to make that transition. But I did, and taking his hand, I ushered him into my bedroom, shutting the door and the rest of the world out. We fell together onto the bed, our hands exploring one another, mapping the contours of our bodies most thoroughly. It wasn't long before we shed our clothes, the better to see, of course - not that I'd never seen David naked, I had - Total Eclipse, where he played gay poet Paul Verlaine, and which offers a magnificent view of his well-endowed self, among others. But seeing it on the screen is one thing, and up close and personal is quite something else. And oh my god, he was so beautiful, I had to pause and simply admire his body, and he was far from shy about gazing at mine. I think it would be quite truthful to say that we were both pleased indeed with what we saw.

I swear he was a full nine inches erect, and what a magnificent erection it was. My fingers could barely encompass it, for of course I reached for it, spanning it with my touch - he moaned when I did so. "God, Gary, I don't remember the last time I've been touched like that......."

"It's been that long for you and Anna?" I asked, incredulously.

"Longer. She doesn't like to .....that is, she preferred not to......." he was losing his train of thought as I began to firmly stroke his hard cock.

"You mean she didn't like to give hand jobs?" I supplied the words for him.

He nodded simply, his eyes closed as he eagerly bucked into my grip. Well, if she didn't like that, it wasn't hard to extrapolate what else she didn't like, and although I'd never performed that particular act before, I found myself wanting to, very badly.

"Lie back," I directed him, "and hand me that spare pillow, you're in for something special, love..." as I placed it beneath his hips, elevating them, at the same time copping a feel of his oh so fine ass. He looked at me as if he couldn't believe this was happening, and at the same time he wore an expression of excited anticipation.

I had seen it done before, of course - and I'd had it performed on me - many times - not to mention I had played Joe Orton, hadn't I? So I thought that I would merely apply reverse psychology and do that which I would like to be done to me to David. Simple, no? Well, the execution thereof was beyond even my wildest imaginings.

Now that he was placed in a more convenient position for me, and one that was comfortable for him, I damn near salivated at the thought of what I was about to do, as I bent my head over his crotch and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. A soft gasp escaped his lips and, emboldened, I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking in the taste of him, as well as the scent - which was very masculine, and yet also very pleasant, very Davidy, if you can picture that. Very heady. For being very long, his cock wasn't thin either, of a pleasing circumference, as I discovered when I made the decision to take it all into my mouth, which produced an ever louder gasp from David.

"Oh Gary...." he moaned, his fingers burrowing themselves into my scalp as he clutched at me tightly. Gratified at this response, I sucked at him harder, my fingers moving to encompass his heavy balls, as if attempting to guess their weight, kneading them and squeezing them none too gently as I gauged his mood to be rather exploratory and open to discovery.

"David," I replied, but my mouth was too full of him to be intelligible, my voice producing vibrations which could be felt through his hardness. I could taste precum oozing from his lovely cock, and the tang of it was most agreeable to my palate, as I fairly inhaled it. Then suddenly he was making motions as if he were trying to remove himself from my mouth, and my eyes went up to meet his, as he gasped, "I can't hold back any more, you better let go..." which made me suck even harder. "Gary, I mean it, I'm going to cum," he fairly whimpered, but it became obvious to him that I had no intention of doing anything other than what I was doing at this very moment, so he gave up, having little choice, succumbing to my mouth, my lips and to my hands which still gripped his balls tightly, as he arched his back and gave himself over to the pleasure of his orgasm. "Oh god, oh god, oh GARY!" he cried, as he erupted hotly into my mouth, spewing his sperm into my maw as I eagerly welcomed it, swallowing it as fast as he could ejaculate it. Warm it was, and a little salty, yet far from being unpleasant - in fact, I can honestly say I liked it, never having tasted another man's cum before - and having no desire to taste any one but David's. I sucked up every last drop, and reluctantly finished, leaving a kiss at the tip of the head, before I scooted up his body to taste his lips once more, and this kiss was longer, slower, and every bit as passionate as before, but tender as well.

"Gary, that was..........amazing," he whispered, "no one's ever made me feel like that before.......no one......."

"I'm glad," I replied, caressing his cheek softly, and gazing into those beautiful blue eyes. "By the way, you're simply delicious, Mr. Thewlis."

He fairly giggled at that. "So formal? I think you can call me David now, after what we just did...."

"What about Davey? Or Dave?" I joked, grinning.

"Please no, David," he laughed. "Or if you're not careful, I'll call you something I know you don't care for........eh, Lenny?"

I started to scowl, but before I could finish, he pressed his lips against mine, and I lost the urge to do anything other than return the kiss. "Thank you," he whispered softly into my mouth.

"For what?"

"For making me feel again..."

We lay together in silence, the shared warmth of our touching bodies enveloping us as in a cocoon. If I had my way, we would never move, it felt too good.

"Are you forgetting something?" he said mischievously, teasing my ear with his lips.

"What would that be then?"

"This," he said, reaching down and cupping my hardness with his hand. I shivered at his touch, sensations racing up and down my spine.

"You don't have to," I demurred, not wishing to be an obligation.

"No, but I want to," he replied, his long elegant fingers wrapping themselves about my dick as he began to stroke. His lips fell to my neck as he nibbled at it. "I have a confession to make, Gary..... I wasn't going to tell you this, but I've dreamed about you before..."

"You have?" I closed my eyes and smiled as he continued to work on my neck, pleased at the idea.

"Mmhmmm, about kissing you. I didn't understand it at the time, but I do now......."

"This will give new meaning to that hug in the Shrieking Shack," I joked even as I felt his tongue snaking over my skin.

"I'm beginning to understand now what those online people were on about, with what they called their puppy shipping. I think that perhaps Remus and Sirius had more to their relationship than met the eye...."

Oh god, how good his hand felt against my fevered flesh. And the images that began to come to my mind's eye. I was not entirely innocent of the things that men could do together - I'd seen films featuring male on male action before. And I began to imagine ourselves in the starring roles. "David......"

"Mmmm?"

"Would you be offended if I said that I wanted to fuck you in the worst possible way?"

"I'd be offended if you said you didn't," he murmured. My cock twitched at his words, as much as his touch, as he continued to work my cock with that fine hand of his.

"How does this sound, love - first I get you off," he continued, "then maybe we have a little dinner, something to renew our strength - then we go out and get something so that you can do just that, and maybe a few toys..... and spend the rest of the night right here, fucking our brains out?"

"I think that sounds like a plan, Mr. Thewlis," I moaned, moving my hand over his, joining my actions to his. I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, and I knew it wouldn't be long now. But just knowing there would be so much more ahead of us was enough to make me happy.

If someone had told me when I woke this morning that by the end of the day I would be sucking David Thewlis' cock and he would be giving me a handjob - I would have told them they were balmy. Yet here we were, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Precum already seeped from the head of my weeping dick. It was definitely all good.

"David," I tried to warn him, "you're about to get cum on....."

"Turn about is fair play," he smiled as he continued his ministrations on my hardness, our hands working in unison. With my free hand, I pulled him to me, seeking his lips, meshing them frenziedly as I lost control and went spinning over the edge, my moans lost in his mouth as I climaxed long and hard and stickily all over our hands, and his chest. And when I was done, we collapsed together, our arms wrapping about one another, surfeited, and peaceful....

..... and looking forward to a most delightful evening.......

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