"You going out tonight?" He asks his new beat friend. Best friend is not really the right term Harry is sure. They have been thick as theives since they met. Prtner in crime is how Harry would more aptly describe him. THey'd met and he'd felt this spark, like 'hey, I know you. THink of all the things we could get up to.'

Harry'd felt that before, with his childhood best friend, Jack. The trouble they had gotten into had been decidedly different though. Their holidays and summer weeks were fiilled with running wild and devising pranks. Mischief Managers they'd called themselves the minute they'd read Harry Potter. They'd run through every cranky old man's garden and set up feather falls for their sisters. Gemma had checked the door jams for years after his tenth year.

The click here was a little more charged, had a different hue than his playful relationship with Jack. Harry tried to chalk it up to the things they often got up to being decidedly more adult. Like with Nick when he was just getting into partying. He'd loved fooling around with Nick, mucking arund. The little bit of snogging and messing about they had done had been fun too. But he knew what Nick liked, and Nick was clear enought hat he like Harry plenty too. Harry tried his best to not be to insensitive. He loved Nick, hoped ot be friends with him forever, so he always put on the breaks. He wasn't sure where he was at, and he liked the look of Nick, liked the feel of him even better. But Nick was gay and out and older and looking for MORE, while Harry was young and curious and constrained and fighting other orientation rumors he didn't want to care about.

He was alot freer now. Not that people paid any less attention, but they were so focused looking for one thing, he didn't even need a diversion for what he was up to. And all of his naughty adventures with Zayn and his mother's displeasure had taught him a thing of five about discretion.

"yeah, We're going out tonight." He grinned and Harry knew he was transparent and smiling back just as plainly, widely.

They'd been out alot and then spent long hours in with the willing girls they'd brought back. They weren't his first group gropes and he'd gotten his hand around Zayn's cock enough times by mistake and not by mistake to know that in those situations stimulation came from all sides until you couldn't help but come.

He wanted it tonight, had an appetite for it. Just for his PIC, not anyone they may find to fall in short term love with. He wondered how to broach the topic, or if he should go with the flow. The flow had been an amazing wave to ride from night one. Harry had noticed that he had a knack for knowing who would be into it and for how long and how much they could take.

The first girl, because they had started with one, and just shared her, had occupied them for the better part of a week. She had the most beautiful silver blonde hair that touched the small of her back when he watched her ride. He'd preferred to grip it in his fist while he took her. It felt like silk and was such a pleasure to feel glide across his hairless chest. She'd been up for almost anything, Nicole, was. And he'd taken her picture and her number and could see himself calling her the next time he was nearby for some one on one time. He thought she'd be willing to be one of his special friends. She may have wanted to see the two of them again as well, but the lingering kisses to his lips and drag of her mouth over his neck when he put her in the uber told him she had enjoyed his favors, or looks, or celebrity, just a touch more. He wasn't above enjoying that. If he was her fantasy, then he felt less mysogynistic if she was his without any feelings, but full consent.

The only consent he wanted to hear pass over lips, in a whisper or growl was that of his companion.

No, he was gonna just go with it. See where the night took them, and if they found company, he would try to enjoy that too. He's just be sure to feel his way around him too, let his gazes linger and his fingertips trace, maybe being him go his mouth.

In all of his hopeful thoughts, he wished to he the one on his knees. He likes to please, he wasn't averse to being a receiver, in fact? It was his wham bam signature, but in relationships where any feelings were involved, and he knew they were in this instance, he wanted to see craving and praise in his partners eyes.

As they took the chauffeured car out to the troubadour that night, he sat a little closer. Rested his hand on a muscled knees for a full
Minute longer, leaned in to whisper though the background noise of the road wasn't too loud.

He saw dialated pupils a few times. Gooseflesh once. He was encouraged.

After their third round at the bar and the last act of the night, it seemed like they had both agreed to be only in each other's company tonight. Harry wasn't even sure what the ladies in the room looked like tonight. He was sure there were some to float his boat, Los Angeles was full of scenic views, but he was caught up and captured by a whispered square jaw.

When his knee was gripped beneath the table and tequila laced breath brushed over his earlobe though no music was blaring, harry was sure his partner was ready to explore the other wavelength they seemed to vibe on.

He got another drink, he needed a little more social lubricant for this. Was he bold enough? He'd started to make bold choices in other arenas of his life. And he'd kissed boys, and liked it. Maybe he'd just ask.

He turned and opened his mouth but before any sound came out, the hand on his knee moved a little higher and deeper onto his thigh.

"You ready to get out of here?" He asked.

"Yeah, was just gonna ask you the same thing." Harry picked up his tequila and lime and swallowed the last mouthful before grinning while watching the bob of his adam's apple. He could picture himself biting it.

"Harry, he man, you text the driver? Let's go?"

Harry shook his head to bring his focus back to getting to that part of the evening, not fantasizing about possibilities. "Yeah," he picked up his phone and contacted the driver. Watching the grey bubbles turn to green text. "He says 5 minutes. I'm gonna go for a wee." And he walked to the bathroom. Harry needed a breather. He stared in the mirror and decided he was gonna do this, was brave enough to, had wanted to for years.

He was walking back to the table when he felt a firm grip on his shoulder and turned. It was weird to have to look up when he was this close to someone. Usually only Ben had this much height on him. It was weird, nice but weird.

Maybe that would be the theme of the night. Harry enjoyed the feeling of a warm arm around his neck all the way to the park and had decided he was gonna do it, make a move once they were in the car. He knew his driver had witnessed much worse.

He didn't have a chance to though, the arm around his shoulder moved to grip his thigh and once he was settled enough to look at the man next to him, a mouth was pressed up against his own. It felt different. New and exciting, the scratch of whiskers over his top lip with the occasional friction of the small patch of hair collecting under his bottom lip. It was curiously dry as well. Harry licked his lip to remedy that, and found a meeting of minds and tongues on that maneuver. Before he knew it, he was being pressed back against the car door with a mouth full of tongue and glances of teeth over his lips. The bites were his favorite and his dick was jumping in his pants in excitement.

Harry wasn't sure when his hands had found his way beneath a shirt, but the firm, fuzzy planes of his chest filled his hands in new ways and he flicked a nipple to gauge reaction. The moan that followed made him feel hazy, drunk on possibility and courage. He really didn't know he had it on him. He was even prouder of himself when he gripped the distinct bulge between strong thighs.

That made him feel like liquid fire was going through his veins. That good burn of a shot down his throat when he wanted to lose himself, or the numbness of coke up his nose when he used to do that. It lit him up and pushed him to hyper speed. He was trying to wiggle his hand down a tight waist band when the car stopped hard.

Harry was vaguely aware of a door opening, and then a knock on the roof on his side of the car. Home. They had made it home. Full of soft surfaces, and walls, and hours of possibility. He felt like he had something stronger than tequila again. And he wanted more.

"Let's go!" He grabbed for the hand in his hair and slid out. He didn't even thank Tom, unlike him. But he couldn't be fucked to care. He just wanted to be fucked. His dick pulled against his jeans and he nearly stumbled. Arms came around his torso to keep him up.

"Easy, H!" Easy, he didn't want to go easy. He wanted hard.

"Nah man, fuck easy." He went faster to the door and was happy for the hand that gripped him tighter at his words and remained.

As soon as the door was closed, Harry revolved around and pushed him against it, lips finding the Adam's apple that had transfixed him earlier. He nibbles it gently and gave a rougher rake of his teeth to turn the groans tumbling out into mewls. His hand had found their way to the little white buttons on the shirt he wanted off and he was as shaky as a junky needing a fix while he worked the little circles through their holes. He stopped and was pleasantly surprised how little he had to drop to reach collarbone, then nipple, then striated abdominals.

The hard floor beneath his knee might have woken him up had he not been so intoxicated by this moment. The spark had ignited, and he was sure that all of his passing thoughts about the sexual nuances of it were spot on.

Speaking of spots, his hipbones were ripe with them and Harry focused solely on finding everyone while he worked the tight jeans he'd fought with in the car open. He'd gripped it in yhecar, but hadn't really appreciated it. Harry had also seen it plenty plunging into pussy of other mouths. He wanted to test it out. His mind cast about for anybmemories that indicated what he might like. The hand on his chin brought him back to the moment.

"Hey," the deep familiar voice sounded. "You sure you wanna do this? We don't have to go there?" An easy out.

But harry didn't want easy. He wanted to get high off this. He shook his head, running his curled lips over the stiff tip in front of him. The shiver that raked over it and the body it was attached to was befuddled and thrilled him better than any substance Harry'd ever had. The best medicine for his desire to please. His tongue licked out purposefully when he said. "Nah, man, I'm sure, want this. You?" And he's arches a brow and opened his mouth wide at the grunt of agreement. He rewarded it with a swirl of tongue and dive down over the flared head. The smooth stretched skin tasted familiar, like the skin of his neck and chest, but saltier, earthier, more delicate. He liked it.

So, his mouth traveled back up and he wondered what other flavors he'd get. When he pushed the shift up to a very happybtrail to find two smooth pebbles he found another deeper flavor to roll around his tongue. His hand replaced his mouth when he felt the droplet at the slit slip to his thumb. He wanted to taste that to.

He licked it off and looked up to be greeted with desperate eyes. Harry grinned and watched his head hit the door behind him. Hands gripped his long hair then, dragging it from his bun, and he responded to the unspoken request happily. His mouth opened again, and he found a depth he could slide to without choking but with enough pressure for them both. He also had a new appreciation for every girl whose tonsils he had breached. There was real estate not being covered, so he took his caressing hand from the tight sack they were at and gripped and pulled and jacked until the words spewing above him became just his name. That he was dizzy on. Wanted to hear all the time for the rest of his life.

It was enough motivation to get a little deeper, wetter, and rougher. When Harry felt a harsh tug at his hair, he bleary eyes up to his dealer.

"I'm gonna come!" He warned thinking that wasn't exactly the hit Harry was desperate for.

A deeper pass and harder stroke must have enlightened him though, because the first spurts coated Harry's tongue then. He pulled back and kept tugging until knees buckled and they both wound up
on the floor. Laughing and high off their shenanigans.

When the laughter died, Harry looked over. He wondered when the come down would start. The look on his partner's face made it clear that another dose was on the plan for tonight and Harry's fuzzy head cheered for the next hit.