Title - Getting Away 8/14
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 0/14
Chapter Eight - Eight Weeks Later
Harry was a regular at the club in Diagon Alley, by now. He never got up the nerve to talk to anyone or ask any one to dance. Sometimes he came with Fred and George and sometimes not. But one evening when he was alone, a man about his age came up to him.
“Hi!” The man said.
“Hello.” Harry looked at him. He seemed a bit taller than himself. He had brown hair and was pleasant looking.
The man leaned a bit closer and Harry sat back in his seat.
“I’ve seen you the past couple of weekends, but I’ve noticed you never talk to anyone.” He smiled.
Harry sipped his drink nervously, but said, “Well, it just seems like a nice place to relax.”
The man started to sit down, but stopped and said, “Can I sit down?”
Harry nodded. The man sat on the stool to Harry’s left.
“I’m John. What’s your name?” John leaned closer. Harry scooted back in his seat again.
“Um, my name’s Harry.” Harry said.
“Oh, thought you looked familiar.” John said.
“Oh.” Harry was disappointed. “Is that why you came over here?” Harry asked hotly.
“Calm down, mate. No. I just wanted to get to know you. I’m trying to get in your pants ‘cause you are fit, not to thank you for saving us and all.” John said.
“Oh.” Harry said.
“You like guys, right?” John said.
“I like girls, too.” Harry said.
“Now, it’s my turn to say ‘oh’.” John said.
Harry chuckled. He looked at John a bit more carefully. His brown hair was sharply parted on the right and he was wearing a green shirt and jeans. He wasn’t gorgeous, but nice-looking.
“Do you want to dance?” John leaned in even closer.
“No. Sorry.” Harry said.
“Okay, you want to go some place?”
“No.”
“Okay, what do you want?” John said.
“Can we just talk for a while?” Harry asked.
John asked, “For how long?”
“For as long as it takes?” Harry said.
John shrugged and said, “Okay.”
John and Harry talked for hours after that. They bought each other drinks. They talked for so long they didn’t notice that the club was closing.
When they realized the crowd was thinning and they couldn’t buy any more drinks, they decided to leave. They walked outside and continued chatting. Finally, a silence overcame them, when they wondered what should come next.
“Well…” started John. “I guess I should just be blunt and ask.”
Harry looked away from him.
John grabbed Harry hand and said, “Do you want to come back to my place?”
“I do not know. I…I’ve never…” Harry was nervous.
John squeezed Harry’s hand harder. “You’ve never been with a guy before, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. I mean, I’ve kissed blokes before, but…you don’t just want to…take me home…because I’m Harry Potter, do you?” Harry asked, nervously.
John softly laughed. “No. I didn’t even realize who you were until you said your name. But I walked up to talk to you, didn’t I?”
Harry thought for a moment. “Yeah, you did.” Harry looked up at John and smiled.
John reached up and caressed Harry’s cheek. “It’ll be okay. I won’t do anything that you don’t want me too.”
“Thank you.” Harry nearly whispered.
They walked down the street hand in hand. When they came to a corner, John turned to Harry and said, “We need to Apparate.” With a crack, next thing Harry knew he was standing next to a strange couch.
He looked around at the small living room. It was pleasant and comfortable looking.
John still had hold of Harry’s hand and led him to the couch. John sat close to Harry and rubbed his hand with his thumb. “It’s okay, Harry.” John leaned into Harry’s neck and gave him a soft kiss. Harry shook nervously.
“I’m not sure about this.” Harry said.
John curled his arm around Harry’s waist. “I told you, Harry. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I mean that. If you just want to cuddle and kiss, then that’s what we’ll do.”
Harry said, “But I know you want more.”
John nodded, “Yes, but if you are not ready. I like you Harry, I mean we just met and all…”
Harry breathed in. “I like you too…I do.” John touched Harry’s cheek, turning him. Their lips touched sending a shockwave through Harry. John pressed harder and Harry responded. He closed his eyes and let John kiss him deeper. He felt John’s tongue push past his lips. It felt wet and hot. John wrapped his arms around Harry and leaned him back into the couch.
Harry could feel John’s bulge in his jeans pressing against his thigh. Harry knew his own cock was hard and pressing against his jeans. He had a fleeting thought as he kissed John back, that it was obvious he liked guys. Real obvious.
John reached for the waistband of Harry’s jeans. Harry quickly pulled at John’s hand. He jerked his head away from John’s lips. “No!”
John lifted his hand, as he pulled his hand away from Harry’s groin. “What’s wrong?”
“No. I don’t want to do that…not yet.” Harry said.
John looked at Harry. “Okay. It’s okay.” He leaned back into the crook of Harry’s neck. “It’s okay.”
“Is it?” Harry asked.
John sighed. “Yeah. Can we just kiss, then?”
Harry wrapped his arms around John and said, “Yeah.”
John snuggled in Harry’s neck and placed light kisses down the side of his face and neck. Harry sighed at the soft, warm feeling that coursed through his body. He wondered what it would be like to be with John, but he was apprehensive. If he and John had sex, Harry thought, he really would be bisexual, wouldn’t he? He had a fleeting thought of Ron. He wished that Ron would be the first, but Harry had messed that up, he knew and couldn’t wait forever. All the feelings going through Harry’s mind confused him, as usual.
Harry sighed, thinking how he had come so far in a few months, yet, he still had so much to think about.
He knew John wanted more from him, but Harry was not sure want he wanted. He liked John. He liked the feelings John caused, but he was frightened by them as well.
He knew he was thinking too much again. He just wanted to lay there, feeling those wonderful fluttery kisses on his neck. Harry rubbed his hands up and down John’s back. John reached up to Harry’s face again and placed small kisses along his lips, before he pulled his hand down from Harry’s shoulder and placed it between his own thigh and Harry’s groin.
“Ohhhh…” Harry called out at the pressure he felt. John rubbed his hand over Harry’s cock over his jeans.
“Is this okay, Harry? Is this okay?” John asked urgently.
“Yes, yes, it’s okay!” Harry panted and started moving, not meaning too. He could not control his body. They moved their bodies, rubbing against each other.
“Oh…Oh…” Harry groaned out. John followed with a jerk of his lower body. Harry moved in short jerks, until he called out, as he felt his cock exploded in his jeans, then he felt relief. Harry and John lay there quiet and still for a moment. Then Harry said, “I guess I like blokes a lot.”
John giggled, muffled in Harry’s neck. “Yeah, I guess I’d say that. Harry, you are alright.”
“Thank you, mate. You, too.” Harry smiled to himself.
*****
Harry and John had gone out occasionally over the next week or so, until Harry got the flu. Harry never understood how a wizard could get sick and not just say a spell and get over it, but there were ways to do things in the Wizarding World, just like there were ways to do things in the Muggle World.
Harry’s stomach was churning and he felt like he might hurl if he even looked in the kitchen for the remedy. He lay in bed disappointed that he was sick and that he was going to have to cancel on John. Harry beckoned Hedwig and scrawled a quick note with a scrap of paper that was on his nightstand.
“Take that to John, Hedwig.” He gave the owl a treat and Hedwig went on her way. Harry stayed in the dark bedroom, lying on his bed, clutching his stomach, missing John. But when he finally fell asleep, he was dreaming of Ron.
Harry jolted awake when he heard a loud crack. Next to his bed was John smiling down at him.
“Hey,” Harry said.
“Hey, yourself Harry.” John said.
“I'm sorry I had to cancel. I'm feeling quite crappy.” Harry clutched his stomach again.
“No worries, mate, but when you wrote you were sick…I wanted to stop by, see if you were okay.” John touched Harry’s shoulder. “Have you taken anything?”
“No, I haven’t been able to make it into the kitchen to get it.” Harry explained.
“I'll get it for you.” John reached down and kissed Harry’s cheek. He quickly lifted his head. “Harry! You are hot!”
“That's what you always say,” said Harry with a grin.
John laughed, “No, no. I mean you’ve got a fever.‘ John asked, “Do you want some soup or something?”
Harry groaned and clutched his stomach again. “No.”
“Okay.” John hurried from the room to get a remedy that would help. John quickly returned and helped Harry sit up. John held the bottle of potion to Harry’s lips. Harry swallowed a few sips before clutching his stomach again and dropping back on the bed.
John turned and walked to the loo, where Harry could see him wet a washcloth under the faucet. John came back and laid the warm cloth on Harry’s forehead. Harry closed his eyes. He already felt a little better from the potion.
He felt the dip of John sitting on the bed next to him. He turned and leaned his head against John’s leg. John curled his arms around Harry’s head and snuggled closer.
Harry felt himself start to doze, but wanted to thank John for coming over and taking care of him. He murmured half asleep, “Thank you for taking care of me, Ron…”
“What?” John asked.
Harry was nearly asleep, but John shook his shoulder slightly. “Who’s Ron?”
Harry’s eyes flew open. He tried to remember what he had said, exactly. “Uh…Ron?”
Harry looked up at John and saw he was scowling. “Who’s Ron?”
“Oh…he is a mate of mine…from school…” Harry explained.
John pulled his arm away from Harry and said, “Doesn’t sound like it.”
Harry pulled the washcloth from his forehead and sat up. Physically, he was feeling better, but now he had stuck his foot in his mouth. “No, really. We’re good mates. He’s living in the States right now.”
“Oh.” John said, unconvinced.
“I’m sorry.” Harry whispered.
John shrugged his shoulders, then motioned for Harry to lay back down. He got up to freshen the washcloth. Harry sighed. What had possessed him to say Ron’s name? He had been dreaming about him earlier, but he certainly had not meant to say his name like that. Harry hoped he wouldn’t say Ron’s name at other inappropriate moments.
John came back and placed the washcloth on Harry’s forehead again. They lay there for a long time, curled up to each other. Harry sleeping and John thinking. A lot…about who this Ron bloke really was.
*****
Harry recovered quickly and he and John went out many times over the next few weeks and enjoyed each others company. They went to the movies, they went to the club, and they went out to dinner. But they liked staying home and cuddling the best.
John always wanted to do more, but understood that Harry felt like he needed to wait.
Harry turned on the radio to the Wizarding Wireless Network and they listened to music while they sat on the couch.
John had been wondering about whoever the ‘Ron’ was that Harry had mentioned when he was sick. He said, ”Harry? I was wondering…um…your friend Ron…um…”
Harry said, “Yeah?”
John said, “Well…you said he is your best mate, but you seemed to, I do not know…he seems to be more than that.”
Harry said, “Well, yeah, I guess he is, but I told you, he is with someone, so don’t worry about him.”
“Is he going to come back?” John said.
Harry said, “No, not for now. Do we have to talk about this? Can we just be together, now?”
John smiled and realized he needed to back off. “Yeah. Sorry.”
Harry smiled back.
John kissed him on the cheek and they continued to cuddle on the couch, listening to music.
*****
Harry knew he like John, a lot. He had been trying to rid himself of his feelings for Ron, but could never quite do it. And he knew that John was jealous of Harry’s feelings for Ron. Lots of jealousy everywhere, from what Harry could see.
He had put John off for over a month. They had been seeing each other nearly everyday and John had made it clear that he wanted to sleep with Harry after the next time they went out to the club.
Harry knew it was time. He had the desire to sleep with John. John never made an issue about the fact the Harry liked girls too. John just wanted to be with Harry. And Harry had realized that he really did like John and wanted to know what it was like to be with a man. He decided that even though he was nervous about it, he would have sex with John on Friday night.
*****
John and Harry met on a corner near the club in Diagon Alley. They walked to the club hand in hand and nodded at the bouncer as they approached. They ducked into the club that was crowded and loud. John held Harry’s hand as they weaved through tables to one near the dance floor.
They ordered drinks and sat watching the dancers. John moved his chair closer to Harry. He placed his hand on Harry’s thigh. Harry reached down and put his hand on top of John’s.
Harry gulped his drink, then said, “John? Do you want to stay here?”
“You want to go home?” John felt Harry’s hand tremble. “You okay, Harry?”
“Yeah…can we go home…to your place?” Harry asked.
John looked up quickly. “You mean?”
Harry, who had been looking off in a distance at nothing in particular, said, “Yes.”
John paid the tab and took Harry’s hand, as they weaved through the crowd again to leave.
They walked down the street to the corner where they always met to Apparate. They continued holding hands as they Apparated, once again to John’s apartment.
*****
John pulled Harry close and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around Harry. “I am so glad you’re here.”
Harry said shakily, “Me, too.”
John pulled away from Harry to grab his hand and they walked down the hallway to John’s bedroom. The bedroom was dark, so John waved his hand and a candle lit on the other side of the room. It cast a glow across the bed. John wrapped his arms around Harry again, as he pushed his hands up the back of Harry’s shirt.
Harry pressed closer to John and liked the feeling of his warm hands touching his skin. John pulled at the bottom of the shirt and Harry let him pull it off. Harry rub his hand up and down John’s back. John moved his hand to Harry’s waistband of his jeans. He hesitated, waiting for Harry to stop him.
“Go ahead, John. I want you, too,” whispered Harry in John’s ear. John unbuttoned Harry’s jeans and slipped his hand inside. Harry gasped as he felt John’s warm hand touch his cock.
Harry reached for John’s jeans and unbuttoned them as well. John guided Harry over to the edge of the bed. They separated slightly to remove the rest of the clothing and shoes. Harry sat on the bed; his cock full and bobbing. John stood back for a moment looking at Harry, before he too, sat on the bed next to Harry.
They scooted up the bed so they could have room. John pushed Harry flat on the bed, laying his hand on his chest. John reached for Harry’s cock, beginning to stroke it, listening to Harry whimper.
“It's okay, Harry. Relax.” John said.
“Uh, huh.” But Harry was full of feelings in the pit of his stomach that kept jumping around and ending up in his groin.
John leaned down in between Harry’s legs, still gripping his cock and placed his lips around the tip.
Harry yelled out, when he felt the soft wet mouth move over his cock. John took more cock in his mouth, using his tongue to put pressure underneath. He took one of Harry’s balls in his hand and began kneading it between his fingers. Harry’s body jumped and he could hardly control himself. He knew he was going to come in a moment, but he did not want to so quickly.
He and Ron had never done anything like this. He tried to banish Ron from his thoughts. He found it hard to do. He liked John, but when he thought of wanking and sex and love, he could only think of Ron.
John continued pushing more of Harry’s cock in his mouth and began to tease Harry’s arse with his fingers, gently playing with his entrance.
Harry knew how men had sex, and had, until now, been apprehensive about that part of it. But his body belied what he had ever thought. He wanted sex with this man and he wanted it now.
“John?” Harry asked.
John took Harry’s cock out of his mouth. “Yeah?”
“Fuck me.” Harry insisted.
“What?” John asked.
“You heard me. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” Harry did not say it nervously or in a trembling voice. He said it forcefully and with a definite wanting.
John look surprised, but happily smiled. “I have to prepare you a bit. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Okay.” Harry said.
John crawled further between Harry’s legs, pulling them up over his shoulders. He swiped at his own cock and let some cum that had leaked out on to his fingers. He then placed a finger at Harry’s hole again, this time pressing it slightly into him.
He pressed harder and further, but only used one finger until he could feel Harry relax slightly. He then, placed a second finger in. He pressed them all the way in and bent them against Harry’s prostrate. Harry gasped, “What did you do?”
“You mean that?” as John did it again.
Harry sucked his breathe in and said, “Yes!”
“You know when you screw a girl at a certain angle and they gasp and squirm?” John asked.
“Uh, yeah…” Harry said.
“You have fucked a girl, right?” John asked.
“Yes!!” Harry said, indignantly.
“Well, you know how they do that?” John said.
“Yeah…” Harry said.
John touched Harry again in the right spot. “It is kind of the same thing…well…the same reaction, anyway.”
“Oh, well…it feels really good.” Harry said.
“That’s good.” John pressed his fingers up against it again.
“Ohhhh…” Harry groaned.
John pressed three fingers inside of Harry. “Relax, Harry. Come on.”
Harry tried to breathe softly. He closed his eyes and concentrated on letting his body relax around John’s fingers. He felt John place yet another finger in. John began making the fingers move around faster and further inside. It began to be harder for Harry to relax.
“Harry, I think you are about ready. I want you to know, though, it is going to hurt a bit at first, okay? But, I’ll be gentle.” John explained.
“Okay,” Harry whispered.
John removed his fingers and moved Harry’s legs up further. He stroked himself, using his cum to lubricate it. He guided himself to Harry’s opening and pressed against him. He pressed harder, trying to be gentle, but forceful.
“Breathe, Harry.” John whispered.
Harry tried to breathe normally, but when John pushed his way inside of Harry, he gasped and sucked in his breath. John continued pushing further and further.
“You okay, Harry?” John panted.
“Yes, yes, it’s okay.” Harry whispered.
John pushed all the way in. He leaned his head back, loving the warm, tight ass he had surrounding him. He groaned out, “Oh, Harry!”
Harry moaned back as John moved his dick to stroke Harry inside at the perfect angle. He did it again and again, until Harry got excited and began yelling out. John groaned back as he felt Harry tighten and relax around him.
John panted out, “How are you doing that?”
“Doing what?” yelled Harry.
“Your…your…muscles are doing something…that…that…oooooooo….God!” John yelled.
They rocked back and forth in a rhythm. Stroking back and forth. Harry grabbed his own cock and began rubbing it wanting to come at the same time as John.
Finally, they yelled out, as they came and John slumped forward onto Harry’s body, feeling the stickiness of Harry’s cum between their bodies. John slowly slid his cock out of Harry.
Harry gasped, “Oh.” He melted into the sheets and wrapped his arms around John happily.