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Part Six

Harry knew it would take more work on his part, but Ron was worth it. He sat at his desk with a notebook. He wrote Neville's name on a page and how much they had earned from him so far.

He leaned back in the chair and nibbled on the end of the pen. They were going to have to find other men who had money and it was his job to do that. First, he'd go talk to Neville. Then, he'd talk to a couple of other people who he knew liked Ron, but had never really wanted to know what he did for a living. The bloke who was the manager of their bank for one...

Harry picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Neville, it's Harry."

"H-Hi!"

Harry smiled to himself. He didn't know why he made Neville so nervous, but he kind of liked it. "Could I come over and talk to you about a business matter?"

He heard Neville gulp. "Is-is there something wrong? Do I do something wrong last night?"

"Oh, no, Ron and I are just thinking of expanding the business in a different way and I wanted to talk to you about it."

"Oh, okay...I don't have a sales meeting until this afternoon, if you want to come over now."

"Thanks, Neville. I'll be over in about a half an hour."

"Okay, bye."

Harry hung up the phone and went to get dressed. He walked into the bedroom, where he saw Ron was still asleep. He liked looking at Ron when he was asleep. His mouth hung open, with his legs and arms every which way. The covers had wrapped around his legs, with his upper body exposed. Harry loved Ron's pale, freckled chest and lanky arms. His long hair which curled at the ends, lay on the pillow, shimmering in the morning sun.

Harry walked over and pulled the drapes closed. Ron needed his sleep. They had been out late last night, first at Neville's hotel, then at a coffee shop, talking about the future. Harry knew at some point Ron would want to stop. Harry knew Ron wouldn't be satisfied forever with this new arrangement either. Harry knew it wasn't a matter of Ron thinking he would lose his looks or have trouble finding men. It was that at some point, Ron just wanted to have some sort of normal life. Harry did too, when he stopped to think about it. But the money was wonderful.

Harry quickly got dressed and freshened up. He scribbled a note for Ron and left it in the loo. He left his hat laying on the dresser in the bedroom. He wanted to talk business with Neville, and felt it might be distracting.

He left the flat quietly, and headed downstairs to the parking garage for the Cadillac.

Harry arrived at Neville's hotel room and knocked on the door.

Neville opened the door. "Harry, c-come on in." He smiled nervously.

Harry came in and headed directly for the big, cushy chair that he always sat in when he was there. He gestured to Neville to take a seat in the other chair.

Neville sat down and started wringing his hands.

"Neville, there's nothing to be nervous about."

"O-okay..." Neville clutched the armrests with his hands.

"I'm just going to get to the point. Ron and I are thinking of keeping just a couple of exclusive customers. Would you like to be one of them?"

Neville's eyes brightened and his hands stopped shaking. "Yes," he breathed.

Harry slung his leg over the armrest and got comfortable. "Okay, that's good, because Ron likes you and wants to maintain the working relationship you have with us, but there are some rules."

"Oh...okay..."

"You can't come over the flat. I want you to arrange when you're available through me. You can be friends with Ron, I'll deal with it, but as for what you want and when you want it...you make the arrangements with me." Harry didn't smile. He wanted to make sure Neville knew he was serious.

"That's fine. I'm sorry if I-"

Harry shook his head. "Neville, stop. It's fine. I just want to give you the ground rules, okay? Do you want Ron and I to come over tonight?"

"Yes, I would like that."

Harry nodded and grinned at Neville. Neville smiled back and Harry could see his eyes trail to Harry's crotch. Harry was used to both men and women staring at him. He did nothing to hide how endowed he was. In fact, the tighter the jeans, the better.

He usually ignored it, and he did this time, as well. He got up from the chair, said goodbye to Neville and left.

After stopping a few other places, including making a trip to the bank to arrange a meeting for dinner with the bank manager, he arrived back home. Ron was still asleep, so Harry peeled off his jeans and crawled into the bed next to him.

Harry pulled the covers from around Ron's legs and rubbed himself up against Ron's arse until his dick was laying inside Ron's crack. He curled his body against Ron's, spooning him, and laid his head against his shoulder blades. Harry gently kissed Ron's back, until he heard him murmur.

"Harry?" Ron said sleepily.

"Who else would it be?" said Harry in a soft teasing tone.

Ron slightly giggled, still half asleep.

"I talked to Neville this morning."

"D'ja?"

"Yeah, and I told him what we talked about last night."

"Good. Are we going to see him today?"

"Tonight, after a meeting I have with someone."

"Who?"

"Just someone I think would make a good customer."

"Harry..."

"Don't worry. It's Dean from the bank."

"Oh. Harry?" Ron was fully awake now.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to take care of that for you?"

"Care of what?" asked Harry with a very phony innocent tone.

Ron laughed out loud. "That. That dick you've got practically up my arse!"

"Oh, that! Yeah, could you?" Harry nibbled once more between Ron's shoulder blades, before Ron bent his upper body forward, sliding on the satin sheets, to give Harry the access he needed.

"'Course," whispered Ron.