Title - Getting Away 11/24
Author - Lena
Pairing - Harry/Ron, Harry/various OC's (slash and het), Ron/OC (slash)
Rating - this chapter - NC-17
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For warnings, disclaimers, etc. please see chapter 0/24 - msg#11257
Chapter Eleven - Sunday
Harry walked across the street to the Bayside Marketplace. He went to a restaurant with a music theme. He looked around the restaurant at some of the cases that had famous peoples’ guitars and albums, along with other interesting looking items. He walked back over to the front of the restaurant and since he wasn’t hungry, he asked the person at the front with the menus, if he could just sit at the bar.
Harry pulled himself up on a barstool and fingered the pretzels in the bowl. He put one in his mouth and sucked the salt off of it, before he let it crumble on his tongue. The bartender came up and asked, “Welcome...what’ll you have?”
Harry looked at the bottles of alcohol against the wall. He did not want rum or some fancy tropical drink. He’d had enough of that in the last week. He decided he just wanted a plain old beer. “Just a beer. Do you have some local brand?”
The bartender said, “Yeah, I got one you might like. It’s a light ale.” She reached behind her to a small refrigerator under the bar and pulled out a bottle. She opened it and grabbed a glass. The bartender poured the beer slowly into the glass.
The bartender said, “Wanna just keep a tab going?”
Harry said, “Yeah.” He took a sip of his beer and picked up another pretzel. He placed it in between his lips and sucked on the salt again.
He noticed the bartender staring at him from down the bar. She moved closer to Harry. She said under her breath, “You do that well.”
Harry took the pretzel from his mouth. He looked down at it. He placed it back in his mouth and sucked on it again. He didn’t look directly at her. He wondered what was the matter with him. Was he that lonely? Was he that desperate? Was he trying to prove something?
For a fleeting moment, he knew he didn’t want to get into trouble again, but then he realized that he actually didn’t care what he did right now. He tried to tell himself that having casual sex with girls was somehow okay and it was better than with guys. He knew he was a total hypocrite, because he allowed himself to act this way, while he was a bastard to Ron when he did it.
He pushed all his thoughts from his head and continued sucking on the pretzel. He turned and looked her and said through the pretzel, “Thanks.” She was all right looking. She was cute enough. What was important at that moment was that she looked willing.
She walked closer to him, until she was across the bar from him. She kept staring at him. She whispered, “I get off work in a few minutes.”
He whispered back, “Cool.” She reached under the bar for another bottle of beer and filled his glass again.
Another bartender walked behind the bar and said lightheartedly, “Okay, I’m here to relieve you!”
She turned and said, “Thanks!” She took off her apron and held it in her hand, as she gestured at Harry to follow her. Harry pressed the glass up to his lips and drained the rest of the beer into his mouth. Harry pulled money out of his wallet and placed in on the bar. She shook her head and picked it up. As she moved to the side of the bar, she gave it back to him. He stuffed it in his pocket.
She walked down a hallway that seemed to be for employees. Harry followed her. She pushed a door open and walked into a tiny room. She held it open for Harry, as she dropped her apron on the floor. He walked in and saw for a moment in the light of the hallway shining into the room, that it was a bathroom. He pulled his glasses off his face and placed them on the sink counter.
She shut the door behind him and Harry could hear her lock the door. It was pitch dark and she didn’t turn the lights on. She pushed him up against the wall and smothered his mouth in a rough kiss. Harry kissed back and put his arms around her body, pulling her up against him.
They were all over each other. Harry kissed down her neck; he moved his lips down into her blouse, placing his tongue between them. She started kissing his ear, nibbling on the lobe, and then went down his cheek to his jaw. Harry fumbled with her blouse buttons. She helped him and he roughly pulled it from her shoulders. He shoved his hand down her bra and fondled her breast.
He moved his lips across to the edge of the cup of the bra. He reached around with a hand and pulled at her bra. It finally unhooked, he pulled it off and it fell to the ground. Harry moved his lips across her breasts, licking at her nipples and she shuddered. She whispered demandingly, “Come on!”
She grabbed at his pants and moved her hand across his crotch, starting to rub him through the denim material. Harry was totally overheated and wanted to fuck her so bad. He pulled himself away from her for a brief second, while he undid his pants and pulled them, along with his boxers, down over his hips. He wanted her to touch him. She placed her hand over him, grabbed him and started to stroke.
Harry pulled up her skirt and crawled his hand in her underpants. She let go of him for a moment, while she wiggled out of her panties and threw them on the ground. Harry put his hand back were it was. She was wet and warm.
She moved her other hand up under his t-shirt. She pinched at his nipples and he moved his lips up to her neck and kissed her hard. Harry turned quickly taking her with him, so she was the one now pressed up against the wall.
Harry grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up so he could reach inside her better. He held her leg in the crook of his elbow and balanced the both of them with his hand up against the wall, next to her shoulder.
His other hand was still in her wet and warm place. He let her hand guide him into her and that totally made him crazy. He moved his hand from her, so he could press inside her. He placed his hand around her upper body, holding and pressing her roughly against the wall.
Harry lowered his body a little to make it more comfortable for her. He shoved himself into her and stroked back and forth. She grabbed his hair and pulled at it, making his head move back and forth against her neck. He moved faster and faster, feeling so good inside her.
She made little whimpering noises, as Harry grunted. She put her lips to his, in an effort to keep themselves quiet. Harry was having trouble not making noises. He was hot and sweaty and his nerves were tingly.
He whispered, “Yes, yes, yes...”
She whispered back, “Yeah, come on, fuck me.”
His head was light and he felt delirious and those words just set him over the edge. Harry gasped, “Oh, God. Say that again.”
She hissed into his ear, “Fuck me.”
He pounded himself into her until he came. His thrusts became slower, as he shuddered and leaned against her. He wanted to yell, but forced himself to whisper, “Ooohhh!”
His body seemed to shake as he slowly stopped moving. He breathed heavily into her neck and said, “Oh, my God.”
She whispered into his ear, “That was great. You’re good, you know that?”
Harry smiled more to himself, because he knew she couldn’t see him. He whispered, “Thanks. You’re hot.” He didn’t know what else to say. It was just the truth.
She laughed softly. Harry moved himself slowly away from her. She moved away from the wall and touched his arm. He could hear her walk across the bathroom and pull tissue out from somewhere. He guessed she was cleaning herself up and getting dressed.
He pulled down his shirt and pulled up his boxers and pants. She walked back over to him and touched him on his hair, then kissed him on the lips hard, before she opened the door. She picked up her apron. She peered out and down the hall.
The light was bright, shining back into the bathroom. Harry grabbed his glasses off the sink and put them on. He shielded his eyes from the bright light. She said, “Okay, follow me.”
He followed her down the hall. They were back at the bar area and she walked him out of the restaurant. She said, “That was cool. Thanks.”
Harry said, “Yeah, thank you.” He really meant it. He turned from her and walked sort of in a daze back to the hotel. He walked into the lobby, when he realized, with a bit of horror, that he hadn’t even gotten her name.
He went up to his room and lie down on his bed. He started to panic a little. He hadn't even used protection. Lately he had been screwing anyone - Anyone - that remotely looked his way. What was he thinking?
He started to call himself names. He was a prat, an idiot, a git...He didn't care about these people. The person he did care about, the one he should be with, he didn't want to have sex with. He wondered why. Because he loved him? Because he insisted he wasn't gay? It made no sense to Harry. He didn’t act this way at home. He just went to work, and then went home, hiding at the Burrow, not wanting to go anywhere, unless Ron prodded him to go visit friends.
He lay there berating himself for his indiscretions and stupidity, not just for having sex with strangers, but for hating that he couldn't seem to decide what he really wanted out of life.
Harry didn’t bother waiting up for Ron. He had no idea when he would finally get home. So he finally decided to watch a little television and went to bed, still upset with himself and wanting to go home.