This is a slashy little outtake from before Wntc, it's Hethan. Do with it what you will.

Harry cut his hair, and well, when he came into the kitchen it had stopped Ethan's breath.

Ethan had teased him about the wild fluffy curls, well they all teased Harry about his hair, but Ethan was surprised to find he missed them, though he really liked the less fro-like appearance he was wearing now. The sides were shorter, and the ringlets pulled down longer. It made you look at his face.

Not that Ethan didn't look at his face enough. This summer it had changed so much and he couldn't stop looking. He'd always really liked Harry's face, the sweetness of his features and the way he smiled. His whole body smiled, really, but his face especially. It was probably the reason why Ethan had found the courage to approach him on the footie pitch when they had first moved to their new village. He was barely 11, and shy in this unfamiliar environment, it was easier at his old apartment building, all the kids had played on the outdoor playscape thing. He'd been mopping about the house for days before mum had told him to get out, explore, go find some other kids, and he'd done it. But they'd clearly been tight knit from Ethan's first look, and barely noticed him while they kicked around. They'd been sharing a bottle of something, and laughing, he could imagine teasing each other and he wanted in. How do you get noticed?

The only one who seemed to notice him was the curly haired chubby-cheeked boy.

Ethan was kinda stuck. He needed to get brave, but couldn't seem to grow a pair and go over to them. He glanced around and caught the eye of the curly haired one. He'd smiled at Ethan, so big and bright, he had dribbbled his ball over and said "Hey, I'm Ethan."

"M'Harry. You new?" And Ethan didn't feel like saying yes made him a fresh target the way it would have in his mancunian neighborhood.

"Yeah, moved in on the weekend."

"Welcome. We're done playing, but we were gonna go to the bakery and get the old ladies to give us some sweets, wanna come?" It seemed genuine, and Harry was really good at charming the old ladies.

Harry was really charming in general. And they had similar home lives, just their mum, no dad around, really, but Harry was lucky enough to have a sister. A pretty, older sister. For a couple years or so, Ethan fantasized about the sister. Until a more troubling development happened.

Ethan wasn't sure when he started to wank to Harry instead. Maybe the weekend in the spring when they first went swimming and Harry got pushed off the dock. His shirt went totally see through and Ethan had lost his breath. He spent more time looking at Harry's lower stomach than at the breasts Poppy had just sprouted. He stared more when Harry had given up the shirt and just ran around in his swim trunks hung low on his hips. They'd played ball in the water, and Ethan had taken one to the face because he was so busy watching his friend.

Ethan was pretty sure he started thinking about Harry when he touched himself that night. He wasn't the only guy that had popped into his head before, it was probably an even split between girls and boys if he was honest with himself. He wondered for a long time if that was normal, but who do you ask about that?

He might ask Harry. They were close enough. He thought they were close enough. He really hoped they were. He couldn't imagine Harry calling him a name and taking off, if he told somebody like Martin, that's exactly what would happen. Harry always said he was just pissed about his name, why he was so cranky. Ethan was sure he could tell Harry he might like boys, but he'd leave off the part about Harry being the primary one.

He's gonna ask him today. He decided when he saw the cheekbones and dimples, the curls shorter around his face as Harry spoke to his mum. They were both smiling. His mum liked having somebody to teach to paint.

"Harry, c'mon, I got Skyrim. Come play."

"Bye Miss Jo, thanks for the snack!" Ethan watched him hoist the bun he had taken from the plate his mum had put out for him, well them both, he always came home really hungry, especially if they kicked around. Harry missed the pick-up game today. Probably because he got his hair cut.

"I like your haircut." Ethan said when they climbed the staircase together.

Harry gave him a funny look. "That's it, you like it? Not it makes me look like less of a wanker. Or more of a wanker, or summat?"

"No, nothing else, c'mon let's play." And for some reason he grabbed Harry's wrist to bring him into the room.

Harry didn't pull away and Ethan kept hold of his wrist until they were sat on his mattress. they always played at the end of his bed. It was only a double, so they usually sat close, their thighs pressed together. It was the whole way up today though. And they stayed up close for a long time.

Harry's character died at one point because Ethan set him up a bit and when he laughed at him in his face, Harry tackled him. They were rolling around in the bed and Ethan felt breathless from the last hour from being so close to Harry. The sunlight streamed in through his blinds in slats and Harry was brighter than the sun and Ethan loved him in the shady parts too. They'd wrestled before, this felt different. Having Harry's long torso pressed up against his stomach was making everything feel tight. 

It starts in his abs first, like a burning sensation, like too many sit-ups at practice, but then it's warm everywhere they're touching and deeper somehow. Ethan knew that sensation and was just about to kick Harry off, so he wouldn't feel it too, when Harry's eyes go really wide.

They are so green and it stops Ethan for a moment, when he should have been shoving him off harder. Because he was getting just that, pressed up against thigh.

It isn't until Ethan feels Harry swelling against his own leg that Ethan finally reacts.

He scrambles back on the mattress. And before he can get the word out, Harry is saying "Sorry" over him.

"What're you sorry for?" he mumbles. "It happens yeah? Sometimes I get hard over like, the wind." Ethan is hoping for denial. They can both pass this off as when their body does stupid shit. It's what he tries to go with post orgasm.

"Um, Yeah, I dunno, just seemed the thing to say. And yeah, yeah, I definitely used to get hard over, like nothing."  Then Harry bites his lip a minute and gives Ethan a long look. He keeps his own eyes mostly concentrated to Harry's face, but then scans down his body to where his dick hasn't relented, and wasn't likely to after that. "It's kinda calmed down in the last couple years though," Harry adds.

He keeps looking at him and Ethan tries to be casual somehow, but the next thing out of his mouth has Ethan avoiding eye contact. "But now, it really only like the morning, and like when I get turned on."

"Lucky you then." Ethan starts to rifle around the bed then; hoping Harry will change topics.

"It's still like, uncontrollable for you then?" Harry asks, and it sounds curious, but not accusatory, and well Ethan did want to ask him. Harry sounds caring, like he always do. It's why he likes Harry best, apart from the dimples. He can believe he's safe here.

"Well, like mostly, but sometimes weird stuff turns me on." He glances at Harry for a second, who nods at him, so he continues. "Like, like, not always girls and stuff."

"What though?" Harry's voice is low, lower than before. "Are we talking feet, or sheep?" He pulls a silly face and Ethan feels his shoulders relax. He won't be judged. Harry's his best mate, despite all the weird things he's been thinking about him lately. His stomach buzzes. Will Harry sock him, or leave, tell people? How Ethan got hard joking around in his bedroom, cux he's a fag or something. No, no, not Harry. He's not like that. Plus.....

Harry got hard too. "No, like, guys, sometimes."

"Only guys?" Harry asks and Ethan almost feels him come closer, though he is in the exact same spot on the bed. The room is suddenly smaller too.

"No, no, still girls, but like half boys?" He says it like a question.

"That's not weird, Ethan. I think about guys sometimes too." And this time Harry does come a little closer. "Like River Phoenix in that movie'we watched that time and, um, football players, and um...." He takes a big breath and stares at Ethan dead in the eye. Ethan watches him lose his nerve just before he speaks though, his eyes shooting sideways, "Um, you."

"You think about me?" He almost adds the too. It hangs in the air nonetheless.

"Yeah." Then his eyes come up and he slides over a bit closer and Ethan's eyes shoot down to the still present bulge in Harry's pants. "I think about you kind of, well, a lot, Ethan. I think about you a lot." And Ethan can smell the gum Harry liked and a tang of sweat from wrestling. "Do you," his breath hits the side of Ethan's lips. He can't see it because he is staring down at his own erection. It's throbbing now. "Do you think about me? When you??" And he makes a motion over Ethan's pants that he could absolutely feel.

"Ye-Yeah!" Ethan's voice squeaks like he is four years younger.

"Ethan?" Harry is right next to him now. "Can I, can I—"

But he never gets the words out because Ethan turns his head and Harry's beautiful exposed face is right there, those lips, the ones he liked to watch curl around words and explode around laughs. They felt sensual, full and soft and Ethan can taste that Harry had eaten the gum to cover up the onion roll he'd had at lunch. He still tastes delicious. He can't believe their doing this, that they are kissing on his bed. Holy fuck, it feels better than he imagined.

Ethan gets his hands up into Harry's trimmed curls and they slipped through his fingers like his breath was in and out of his lips. It's so soft and Ethan loves that Harry has soft spots, but that the parts of him pressed to Ethan are angles. It's feels different than with Lily, or Rosalie, better.

"Mmmnnnh," Harry groans and sucks at his bottom lip, and Ethan clenches his hand in his hair and Ethan feel himself being tumbled back. Once his back is on the mattress, he can only feel the press of Harry's hip bones against his own and his cock rutting over his own. It is chaotic and wild and Ethan needs to get his clothes off, to see the flesh that he thinks about under the covers late at nights. He yanks his t-shirt up and they disconnect just a moment to get their clothes off.

"God!" Ethan moans and dives back in to kiss Harry again, his teeth clacking against the smile he cants actually see, but has memorized. His hands coast over Harry's lower back and squeeze his ass, pressing him down and harder onto his own lap.

His shirt comes up and over and Ethan doesn't ask before he is undoing his own pants to get his dick out. He needs to touch himself.  He is pushing his pants off his hips, almost forgetting his company until he looks up and sees Harry pushing down his own pants with pink cheeks and his plump lips open, and wet and his breath heavy. 

Once his pants are off, he goes to kiss Harry again, but he gets distracted by Harry's hand on his dick. Ethan is groaning. He thought, god he thought they'd touch themselves. Harry is gonna touch him instead. God!

"Can I?" Harry breathes more than asks.

"Yeah, Yeah, please!" He exhales in relief when Harry wraps a hand around him and is almost as surprised when he reaches forward and wraps his own hand around Harry's cock.

He groans over the thickness and looks down to admire it. His mouth waters and he wonders what Harry would think if he asked to put his mouth on him.  Ethan's eyes glance up to catch the slits Harry's had become.

"Harry..." he helplessly groans as he shortened his stroke on Ethan to just the midshaft to tip. But it is kinda, dry, and then his mouth is watering again, thinking about more, the next step.

Harry must have been thinking about it too, because he says, "Nnext time!" And Ethan's pulse thrumms at the idea of doing this again, a lot. Whenever they could. His heart pulses in his tip in cadence with Harry's when his partner spits on his hand and remedies the issue that had set Ethan down the blow job mental path.

Now he had a new problem though, he wanted to blow, thankfully Harry starts distracting him. "Can you get it wetter too, Eth, your hand?"

"Oh, yeah?" He replies, why that wasn't obvious to him he didn't know. This has to be easier with familiar equipment, he always felt like he needed a map when he was fingering a girl.

This he knows, what feels good on himself. He can try those things out on Harry. So he spits into his palm and wets his fingertips and loosens the foreskin so it coasts over Harry's tip. When his head rolls back, Ethan catches his neck and kisses Harry while he strokes him long with a twist at the end and his favorite boy was pulling off to moan, "Holy fuck!" under his breath. The line of his neck is so long and the blood rushing under the skin is pounding. Ethan spends some time following the veins with his tongue. His salt, Ethan's gonna think about what his other nooks and crannies might taste like for days, weeks.

"Yeah? You close?" Ethan breathes into his ear when he moans and curses again. He wants to watch. He watches himself in the mirror at this part. So he leans back to watch when Harry nodd. When Harry's balls snug up against the base of Ethan's palm and the spurts start Ethan almost lost all semblance of a rhythm, because his own cock is sending the happy fizz of orgasm through his own body and up his shaft and out his tip, he can feel it in his fingers and toes.

They are both breathing heavy when he gets his eyes open and looks down. His stomach is covered in him, Harry's all over his thighs and bed.

Oh god, they just did that, and Harry. He told Harry about boys. Were they still friends. Ethan is officially freaking out.

He looks up at Harry, his first real friend. Did the just ruin everything. But Harry's cheeks are red, but he's smiling, his sweet cheeks pink. Ethan is comforted he's embarrassed too. He takes Harry's hand. Harry's smile brightens. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get it all over your sheets, mate."

"It's alright, my mom told me I had to start doing my own wanking laundry when she found my sock stash that one time. I have a system." Ethan grins. He expects he will be doing more loads. Well he hopes, and he teaches Harry the drill. They laugh and jostle each other, and it feels like it always did, but better. Because Harry knows his secret, has his own.

This is the best thing, Ethan decides, now he has a best mate and more. And they can keep their secret together.