David and Gary - a Fantasy

Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction, obviously, and meant to be taken as such, not as truth. Accept it for what it is, and enjoy it. Be aware, though, that this, like most of my fanfic, is rated NC17


David and Gary - A Fantasy

by Julie Lynn Hayes

Chapter 4 - Alan and Jason's Story

It was hard to totally concentrate on work after that brief but revealing conversation with Gary. He knew the truth, or something that apparently paraded as the truth, but regardless his conjectures were too close to the money to be denied or disregarded. I'd known Gary Oldman for a long time, and I knew that he was an honourable man, so it didn't take me long to come to the conclusion that I could confide in him about me and Jason, and not draw his censure nor derision. Especially not after the morning ragsheet's rather startling revelation concerning he and David.

I confess that that one had thrown me for a loop. Not in a disturbing way, mind you, but more of a thought provoking one. But it also bore home to me my current situation in a way that was not entirely pleasant. After all, Jason and I were actually going behind our significant other's backs to do what we did. Gary was divorced - and as I was the last to discover, David and Anna had broken up. But I, on the other hand, have been with Rima for over thirty years, although we've produced no issue, and Jason has been with Emma for a few years as well, two children being the product of that relationship.

And yet he and I were unquestionably together.

Break arrived and I waited for him in my trailer. For them actually, as I'd sent a note to David asking him to pop around as well. Why not? Save Gary the breath later on, when it could be put to much better use, as well I knew. I would have had Jason with me, except he didn't happen to be on the set at the moment - he wasn't in the film, of course, but being who he was, he had free rein to come and go as he pleased, which greatly aided in our desire to see one another. We took long lunches in my trailer - and he had even managed to stash one of his Lucius wigs there for our use - but more about that later.

Given Gary's non-proclivity toward alcohol, I had the forethought to have bottles of water available for my guests, as well as myself - I do not mix drinking and work, it makes for a bad combination - and upon their arrival, we retired to the comfortable sitting portion of the trailer. Made the obligatory small talk, while waiting for an opening.

They sat together, of course, and I thought with more than a touch of wistfulness of how cute they looked together, and how comfortably they already seemed with themselves. Their hands "accidentally" brushed against one another, but they surely weren't fooling me, didn't I know all the signs of male passion already, learned it at Jason's willing hands? And yes, he was the one that initiated it, although I was far from being unwilling, don't get me wrong. But I doubt that I would have ever acted upon my feelings, left to my own devices, so I must be grateful that Jason took matters into his capable hands - and yes, they are quite strong and capable, I assure you.

But I had called them there for a purpose. No more beating about the proverbial bush. It was now time for me to talk, to tell that which I had kept bottled up for the past two years.

"As you've somehow guessed," I began, after first taking a long drink of the cold water, "Jason and I are indeed together. Do you mind if I ask how you found out? Not that I'm looking to place blame, mind you," I hastily added, "but it would help to know where we have been.... indiscreet... perhaps?"

"The toy shop," Gary volunteered immediately, and I saw a knowing look pass between them. I could only imagine for what reason they had been there - no doubt the same one that had seen Jason and I - along with Jason's very sweet assistant Ruby as our beard. That had been a bit of a gamble, I had to admit, but we thought we had been clever about it. Perhaps we had, and perhaps it was Gary and David's similar situation that had triggered something in the clerk's mind - and who else could it have been? But regardless, it had happened, and we would have to be a bit more circumspect - or be prepared to be outed. At this juncture, I did not consider that a real possibility.

"I should have known," I smiled.

"The photographer caught us there, actually," David added, "coming and going. As we were leaving, Gary decided to give him a bit of a show, didn't you, love?" He grinned at the other man, who grinned in return. Again I thought how lucky they were, and how obviously enthralled with one another. And as I watched, they came together, their lips meeting briefly. Get used to it, old man, I chided myself, and be happy for them. I watched Gary slide an arm about David's shoulders, and they simply slid together, for lack of a better word, their hands twining between them, as they prepared to listen to my story. And as I talked, my mind was taken back two years, to where it all began...


It was another day on the Harry Potter set, a day like any other actually. I was tickled to be there, of course, thrilled to be involved with something as monumental as this, and even by the second film we knew - we all knew that these were no ordinary films, no more were they ordinary books. We were making cinematic history, even as JK Rowling - Jo to those of us who have the privilege of knowing her - was making literary history. I had been very much surprised - as well as very pleased, of course - at the reception I had received after the Philosopher's Stone came out. I had expected to be hated, as Snape was not a very likeable character overall. But I was quite wrong. And fangirls began to come out of the woodwork. Rima found it to be amusing, while I was flattered and embarrassed at the same time. But I took it all in stride, and was very pleased to be invited to play in the second film, the Chamber of Secrets. Little did I know what Fate had in store for me - or who, I should say - as I walked onto the set for another day of filming....


Some people were simply born to be on time - and Alan Rickman was one of those. He arrived on the set well before he was due to be there, went directly to the make-up trailer and simply waited for someone to arrive to do his make-up, keeping occupied with a book, which he invariably carried. He was often in and out of makeup before the other adult members of the cast who shared this particular trailer were about. Richard Harris, being tired and unwell, and still carrying on like the trouper that he was, generally came in a bit later, and Robby Coltrane was not needed on a regular basis. Sometimes he ran into Kenneth Branagh, being prepared for his stint as Gilderoy Lockhart, and the two men would banter back and forth in Shakespearean quips which were quite amusing. Occasionally Kenneth would challenge Alan to a good rousing question game - ala Guildenstern and Rosenkrantz - and how the witticisms would fly, much to their delight. But mostly it was just Alan, and he would relax in the chair, while the makeup artist carried on casual conversation as he worked.

Today was different, however. Today he found a newcomer to the trailer - a new member of the cast that he had not met heretofore, but was familiar with reputation-wise - Jason Isaacs, who had won the role of Lucius Malfoy, fellow Slytherin/good friend to Alan's Snape. They had not had occasion to meet before this, as it was Jason's first day on the set. But he had heard good things about him.

The first thing that Alan noticed, as he entered the trailer, was the stranger in the chair, eyes closed, as if asleep. The second thing he noticed was the enormous bouquet of wildflowers in the other chair. What the hell? When he looked a little closer, after giving the makeup artist a curious glance, he discovered that there was a card attached - with his name on it? Curiouser and curiouser. As he pulled out the enclosed card, the eyes of the stranger snapped open, and the first thing that Alan noticed was that they were a beautiful pale blue that was almost a grey - a colour such as he had never seen before. And they seemed to be looking right through him.

"Morning, Mr. Rickman," the man smiled, and he had a most magnificent smile.

"Sit still please, Mr. Isaacs," the artist, a middle-aged woman with motherly hands and a warm smile admonished him. "Talk, but don't move, please...." She gave him a smile that belied her words.

Ah, so this was Jason Isaacs. Interesting. "Good morning, sir," Alan returned, "nice to meet you. I've been an admirer of your work for some time."

"And of course I can say the same, probably with better reason," Jason quipped, "I've been thoroughly smitten with you since Die Hard came out, you know? I thought you were the most marvelous thing in the movie, I can't tell you how many times I've seen it. Not to put down Obadiah Slope, of course, but he doesn't hold a candle to Hans Gruber, sorry."

Alan listened in fascination as the other man went on, before noticing that the second makeup artist had moved the flowers from his chair and was waiting for him to be seated. Hastily he sat down. The second artist, a young man, tall and thin and rather gawkish, giggled at him in a friendly fashion. "They are beautiful, aren't they?" he commented, as he draped a towel about Alan's neck, fastening it expertly. "What a lovely way to start the day."

A lovely way indeed. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Isaacs," Alan began but was quickly interrupted.

"Tosh, none of that. Jason, if you please. After all, I do believe our characters are good friends, aren't they?"

"Yes, I do believe so." He'd read the books, of course, and now he was even privileged to receive advance copies before the rest of the reading public. And he did remember that Snape and Malfoy were on friendly terms.

"Then there you are," Jason concluded. "We have to be on a first name basis. It's canon." And he gave Alan a warm smile as if to seal his words.

Alan was entranced - but even more so as he watched the platinum blonde wig being placed upon Jason's dark head, instantly transforming him into the charming but deadly Lucius Malfoy. He was confused by his own reactions to the man - he found him to be quite beautiful, a word he had hitherto reserved for women alone. Such as Rima. So why then was he finding himself to be short of breath? And why was he suddenly grateful for the flowing robes which Snape wore, which could be used to conceal a multitude of sins?

What the hell was the matter with him anyway?

The first few days they saw little of one another, having other scenes to shoot, not together. Other than in the makeup chair in the morning and evening - makeup on, makeup off. Alan found that he didn't have to say much, Jason kept up a running commentary which was not only quite amusing but highly informative, and he came to look forward to the sound of that voice very much. So much so that he heard it in his dreams at night. Although he kept this to himself, not even confiding in Rima. And normally he told her everything. But when it came to fellow castmate Jason Isaacs, he told her nothing. Which was revealing in itself.

And then one day Jason asked Alan would he care to take lunch in his trailer, and as there was no apparent reason not to, and as the two men got on so swimmingly, he agreed. Soon it began to be an expected thing - lunch together, in one or other of their trailers. And breaks too. And sundry other down times. They found that they had a great deal in common, books, movies, sports - sometimes they simply watched a football match together, cheering their own teams on, with great excitement.

And more and more Alan found himself looking forward to the time spent within that trailer.

One morning he walked in, unannounced, of course - neither one was needed on the set yet, so they had gotten made up and all they had to do now was to wait -to find Jason in the bedroom, seated crosslegged upon his bed, piles of pages of printed paper stacked about him, his eyes glued to them. He looked up as Alan entered, beckoning to him with a wide grin.

"Lovie, I've found the most marvelous stories, come and read them!" he exclaimed, patting the bed, and Alan took a seat beside him, looking at him questioningly.

"Fanfiction," Jason explained, "of the naughty variety. Quite hot, actually. Here, take this one," and he pushed a set of the papers in Alan's hands.

"One Night At The Manor," Alan read aloud, "what's this about then?" as he cocked his head at the blond - yes, Jason was wearing his wig. He decided to humour the other man, although fanfiction wasn't his cuppa - he'd heard horror stories of having his character coupled with that of the children - especially Harry - or even Albus Dumbledore - and the thought was a horrid one.

"Read it and find out," Jason teased, "I don't read and tell...."

Alan started to skim the fiction, the author's name was Lady Sirius, and it started out with character sketches of Draco, Narcissa, Lucius and Severus....but then his eyes grew wide as he realized that the pairing in this tale was actually Lucius and Severus - he had assumed it to be Lucius and Narcissa for some reason, and the knowledge made him shiver inexplicably. Especially when he got to the part where they began to make love. It sounded so..... natural... and it brought to mind certain dreams which he had had recently, dreams which he had hidden from himself, and from Rima, but which were being forced out into his conscious mind even now - Severus and Lucius, naked, together....

Good lord, when had he begun to have homoerotic fantasies?

Once he was done with that story, Jason gave him another one - Chimera, same author - and he flew through that, unaware that by now his mouth had fallen open. But Jason noticed. Oh yes, he noticed. And quietly began to remove the piles of paper from atop the blankets, onto the table, out of the way...

"Have you ever imagined them as lovers?" he asked, watching the various expressions play across Alan's handsome face.

"Them? Who?" the distracted older man asked.

"Them Severus and Lucius, that's who them."

"Oh, well, I dunno, it's not in the script..." Alan hemmed and hawed, wondering why he was so warm all of a sudden.

Jason took the story from his hands and set it aside, Alan making no immediate protest. "I get the impression that Lucius is the moving force in their relationship," he said softly, as he came up upon his knees, moving closer to Alan, "the one that initiates everything. What are your thoughts on the subject?"

"You may be right," Alan replied, praying that he was actually speaking English cause everything he was saying seemed to be making no sense, and he thought maybe gibberish was coming out of his mouth.

And then without warning Jason had covered his mouth with his own, and their lips were pressed together. Somehow his fingers managed to snake into Jason's blonde tresses, and he found himself returning the kiss. With interest.

By the time they had come up for air, Jason had maneuvered himself onto Alan's lap, his pale grey eyes locked onto Alan's dark orbs. "I can certainly understand the attraction," he said, "Mr. Snape is certainly a very sexy man...." He pressed himself even closer to Alan as he spoke. "By the way, Alan," he whispered, "did I ever mention to you that I happen to like men too, and that I would love to fuck your brains out?" And without waiting for a response, he latched his lips onto Alan's, and for a few minutes nothing more was said between them.

Alan could have bluffed it out, pretended that this was nothing more than another joke on Jason's part - very funny, you got me, is someone photographing this for posterity, that sort of thing. But to do that would be to deny the very real sensations that were even now surging through his body, electrical charges that had his entire body tingling with Jason's touch. His cock was hard, straining at his trousers. Especially with Jason's own crotch so temptingly close. And he suddenly wanted to learn just what being fucked by Jason Isaacs entailed.

"Want me to leave the hair?" Jason asked with a mischievous grin, having not failed to notice Alan's fondness for it, even as he worked to disrobe him - after all, what could be done could be redone, and they could touch up their own makeup if need be.

"Um, yes, please," Alan surprised himself by saying, and was rewarded with Jason's bright smile, as he added, "Good, leave yours too, please, Professor Snape...."

Once Jason had divested Alan of his clothing, setting it carefully aside, of course, he stripped himself, making a bit of a production out of it - he was certainly the flambuoyant one of the two - entertaining Alan, entrancing him with the slow emergence of his naked body. And when he was done, Alan was overwhelmed by the beauty of the man, aching for him even more than before.

Jason resumed his seat upon Alan's lap, seeking his lips hungrily, even as his hand snaked between them, capturing Alan's cock in a firm grip, a firmer grip than Alan was used to from Rima for a long time, for the fires of their passion had burned out long ago, and their remaining together was a matter of convenience as much as anything. In all their time together, he had never cheated on her, though, never so much as looked at another woman. And yet here he was, about to take it up the ass from another man, albeit a very beautiful man, and he excused it to himself with the notion that at least it wasn't with a woman. As if that made all the difference in the world.

"God, I've wanted to do this for a long time," Jason admitted when they came up for air, "ever since I saw you in that vault, I wanted to just close the door and take you on top of those bearer bonds, ravage your divine little ass.... When they offered me the chance to work with you, I jumped at it, believe me... I couldn't believe what fortune had put you in my path, my sexy little Snape. I'd have played the part for nothing, if they asked me..." He continued his ministrations on Alan's cock, which elicited a moan from him. Damn that felt good.

"But, Rima," Alan protested weakly, as Jason pushed him back onto the bed, repositioning himself to take that beauty into his mouth - he was obviously no stranger to the art of fellatio - and his words were cut off by that beautiful tongue snaking around his shaft. And his thoughts driven in an entirely different direction.

Jason licked carefully about that lovely piece of meat, reverently, sliding up along its length before consuming it in its entirety. Did he feel guilty for seducing a man who, even if not married, was in a committed relationship? How committed could it be, he reasoned, if he allows me to do this? What of his own livein lover, Emma? Same reasoning. He cared about her, of course, they had two lovely children together that he adored. But this was different, entirely different - and he could not deny nor assuage his desire for men, and would not do so. Maybe he'd tell her so someday. But not today.

Alan pushed up into Jason's mouth, an overwhelming passion he could not deny flowing through him. This was no affair, he realized, it was the goddamn real thing. But why couldn't it have come before Rima? Common sense should have told him that was because Jason would have been jail bait thirty years ago, he wasn't taking their age difference into account. Not that Jason was considering it either - to him, age was just a number, a formality. He thought Alan was sexy, and timeless.

Jason was a stunner, no doubt about that, a real beauty. There was just something in his eyes, something magic. In everything about him - his smile, his laugh, his cheeky sense of humour. Alan Rickman was in love, and he wanted it to last forever, even though he knew it was a forlorn hope. He also realized he wasn't going to last long here and now, Jason had him boiling already, and as much as he wished to prolong this moment, it wasn't happening, as he felt himself going over the edge, crying out Jason's name as he came inside his mouth without warning. Luckily the other man seemed to want this, and greedily drank down every last drop of Alan's fluid.

Jason licked his lips once he had claimed all there was to be had, eyes glazed over with lust, as the first of his dreams regarding Alan Rickman came true. He wasn't sure how far he'd get with the rest, but just having achieved this much was certainly making his day. He wriggled sinuously across that lovely body, taking Alan's lips in his own, allowing him the opportunity to taste himself.

"You're so sweet, Alan," he gushed, "I could eat you all day long, love...."

Their lips pressed together, the fever raging even more so than before, having merely been whetted. Alan held his breath, half wishing for more, half guilty at what he had already received. But the moral compass was definitely not erring on the side of caution.

"Alan," Jason began in dulcet tones, meant to soothe as well as seduce, "my dear sweet Alan..... "

"Yes, Jason?" God that voice, that incredibly sex voice. Ask anything of me, anything, it's yours....

"I want to fuck you so badly I can taste it....." A warm hand against his cheek, soft eyes that glowed with lust, lips that spoke volumes.... how could he resist?

And as if he had no real choice in the matter, Alan heard himself respond, "Please do......"

Jason's eyes lit up as he leaned over Alan to reach into the drawer of the bedside table, bringing out a tube - no stranger to anal penetration was he - which he loosened the lid of, even as he locked his eyes with Alan's, saying softly, "This is the point of no return, love. Please be sure this is what you really wish to have happen....."

"It is," Alan averred without hesitation, "it truly is."

"I was so hoping you'd say that," Jason replied huskily, squeezing the viscous solution onto two fingers. "Spread your legs, darling, I'm going to make you ready for me...."

Alan obeyed without question, breath coming faster, watching with fascination as Jason assumed a position between his legs, moving his hand where no one's hand had ever been before, much less such an incredibly sex man, rubbing his pucker gently, before inserting the tip of one finger. His eyes remained locked onto Alan's, observing him closely, making sure he was offering no pain, moving carefully, intent on relaxing him. Oh my, how surprisingly good that felt, that finger, that heretofore alien object inside of him. Without conscious thought, he clenched his muscles about it.

"Good boy," Jason cooed, "learn to use those bad boys, that will definitely come in handy later, when I'm inside of you.... with my cock...."

Funny, Alan had never considered that word sexy before. But somehow, on Jason's lips, it was incredibly hot, especially as he was speaking in regard to himself. "Whatever you say.... my love," he replied softly, even as he now found Jason's entire finger encased within him. "More...." he entreated, "more, please...." And Jason was more than happy to oblige, adding a second digit, and scissoring them both to encourage the sphincter muscles to relax, to allow admission of something a bit larger.

Oh that was good. So very good. Alan heard himself moaning aloud, in such a way as he never had with Rima. Damn, what was there about Jason that brought out the very worst in him - as well as the very best? Why did he feel so very wanton, splayed out here before him, his whole body simply screaming to be fucked by this beautiful blond? Jason Isaacs had set his soul on fire, and he never wanted to lose this flame. Ever.

Suddenly, without warning, his entire body tensed, and he arched involuntarily into Jason's touch, his very nerve endings sending out cries of ecstasy throughout his whole nervous system. What the hell was that?

"Your prostate," Jason answered the unspoken question. "Never been touched, love?"

Alan could only manage to shake his head. Rima would never go near that particular area of his body - not at the beginning, certainly not now. He had heard stories of what it felt to have someone touch that particular gland, but he'd always put them down as the stuff of myths, urban legends even. He was truly a believer now.

"And that is a crime against humanity," Jason bent lower, low enough to grasp Alan's lips, a kiss fierce with passion, and possessiveness. For so long had he wanted to have Alan Rickman, now he intended to hold onto him for dear life.

When they came up again for air, Alan whispered, "Take me, please.... take me now.... make me yours...." Words that should never have left his lips for anyone but Rima, and yet how right this all felt. So very perfect.

Jason kissed him once again, before moving back, reclaiming the tube of lube, this time rubbing it over his already weeping cock, never taking his eyes from the beautiful dark haired man before him. This was it. This was the moment he had dreamed of, ever since he had realized he liked the way men felt, as well as women, having experimented with his sexuality for quite some time. And lusting after Alan, ever since being blown away by him in Die Hard. But this was not Hans Gruber he was about to penetrate, it was not even Severus Snape - it was Alan Rickman, the man, and he realized the difference, because it was the man he had fallen completely in love with, not the roles.

He had to remind himself to breathe as he placed himself at Alan's opening - he'd never had a virgin before, although of course he'd been one, and he remembered how he himself had been so carefully initiated, lovingly brought into the fold, so to speak, by an older, experienced man. He slid his greased cock gently inside of the other man, cautiously moving forward, slowly, making sure at each juncture to determine if his body was accepting of this intrusion upon its dignity, listening for uneven breathing, sharp intakes of breath, and similar other indications of distress. None were forthcoming, so he gladly forged ahead.

Quite the contrary. Alan was consumed with the most exquisite feelings of pleasure such as he had never experienced before, and if he was quiet, it was in awe of what was happening to him. And rather than close his eyes, as was his normal wont, he locked them upon the pale beauties that looked back at him, and felt an emotion surge, from one to the other, which was rapidly becoming a palpable thing between them. As of one accord their heads dipped toward one another, their lips meshing even as Jason thrust hard inside of Alan, which elicited another sensual moan.

They quickly established a rhythm which was all their own, their bodies in perfect alignment as they rocked together in the urgency of their lovemaking. Alan wondered briefly if this was how women felt, to be filled in this way by a man's cock, to be claimed by that cock, to be owned by it. And having once experienced this, how could he ever go back to the way he had been? But he couldn't think of that now, he needed all his attention for Jason, and this...

Harder, faster, their bodies pumping fast and furious together, the rest of the world becoming a meaningless blur on the perimeter of their vision, not knowing or caring that there was a set full of people outside of this trailer. This was their world, here and now, and being together like this was all that mattered.

"Oh dear, oh dear, I can't hold out much longer," Jason could feel it coming, that overwhelming sense of expectancy, his balls drawing back against his body as a signal that an explosion was imminent. Much as he didn't want this moment to end, he also wanted to cum, inside of Alan. "Squeeze tighter, darling," he urged the other, "hold me closer," and Alan was more than willing to obey, tightening his inner muscles about that glorious cock that was producing sensations within him he had never dreamed could exist.

"Do it," he urged him, in his best Snape voice, "do it now, Mr. Malfoy... cum like you've never cum before...."

Oh god that was so sexy.......how could Jason help but do otherwise, his orgasm screaming through his body as he himself screamed out Alan's name (luckily not loud enough to be heard outside), pumping him full of his warm fluid, coming in hard spasms, his fingers gripping Alan's arms tightly, hard enough to leave fingermarks. And when he could cum no more, he collapsed upon him in sweaty satiety, the blonde hair flowing over that hard chest beneath him, as he struggled to regain his breath, allowing his brain time to actually assimilate all that had occurred.

Their idyllic interlude was broken by the sound of ringing - two long rings, a pause, then two more. Jason groaned, as he struggled to his elbows, glancing down at the beautiful man beneath him. "That, my love, is my Ruby, discreetly informing me that we need to get ready very shortly."

"She takes good care of you, doesn't she?" Alan smiled, his fingers playing with those long platinum tresses absentmindedly.

"Mmmhmmm," came the equally distracted reply as he sprinkled kisses over his new lover's chest. "My god, I still want you so badly," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes locking with Alan's, an unspoken question in his words.

"You may have me," came the equally whispered response.

From that day on, they had been together, in all ways. And no one had suspected a thing. Before now.


I concluded my story, just as the I heard the door to the trailer being unlocked. Of course I realized who had the key, and my heart began thumping in my breast as I heard the first notes of that lusciously low and sexy voice, rising automatically to welcome him. "Alan? I got your message, sorry I'm late, love, I got held up talking to my agent, you know how he can be...." It was coming closer now and stopped as he took in the sight of our guests. He knew what was going on, of course, I'd called him before they'd even arrived.

"Gary, David," he acknowledged them with a smile. Of course he was au natural today, no Lucius Malfoy, simply one Jason Isaacs. But I couldn't have loved him any more, with or without the wig. Without hesitation, I stepped forward to greet him and we kissed - very sweetly - in the middle of the room.

"You'll join us, won't you?" I asked, and he assented, of course, the two of us taking a seat opposite to the other couple. What an interesting set we were - the four major adult male roles in the Harry Potter series. The tabloids would have had a field day with this. Jason knew David, of course, having worked with him on Divorcing Jack. This was his first time working with Gary, but he was a fan of his, naturally.

Jason took my hand in his, twining the fingers together, as we all talked amongst ourselves. Would that it could be this way forever. What am I so afraid of? That my career couldn't take the backlash? Jason's career? Or is it Rima I am thinking of? It's not as if I don't care about her, because I do. But Jason now owns my heart.

Someday we'll sort this all out. But for now, this is how it must be. So, keep it on the qt, if you will.