Harry Potter/White Chapel.
Title: Warmth
Author: Chipmunki
Rating: T
Summary: Harry is Johnny Cray's boy and he's actually a boy. They both have secrets.
There was warmth all around him. It curled around his chest like fire warmed steel bands, slung over his legs like an electric blanket and covered the back of him from the bottom of his heels to the top of his head, where hot breath rhythmically ruffled his messy hair. The heat tightened around him, like a snake, like a living thing. Then with a release of breath, woke. The body from behind his slipped away, quietly, carefully, but not as if they did not want to wake their sleeping partner, more as if being careful was the way they did things. A slow ponderous person with such sly manipulative intelligence that nobody could ever call them stupid.
The other sleeper, now fully awake, turned sleepily onto his back. He stretched out his arms and sighed as a shudder danced its way down his spine. Then he opened his eyes, to stare at his bed fellow with a green sleep contented gaze. The other man looked back with a stare almost apathetic if not for the fondness in his eyes. Brown eyes stared into green, then both of them into darkness as they closed their eyes for a habitual morning kiss.
And with the sun in the sky in its normal position at half six in the morning, the clouds covering it not quite as grey as the last morning and the world in the same messy state as ever, Harry Potter and Johnny Kray started their morning as they always did. With heat, a kiss and the silence of secrets.