A.N. Hey I don't own Harry Potter or any of the works affiliated with it so please don't sue. This is a post OOTP story and does not take into account the HBP story line. Just as an FYI this story will contain slash action of an explicit nature. So if that's not your bag you can go check something else out. Savvy? (I Heart Jack Sparrow)
Arrrrg! Harry mentally cried. He new that he shouldn't have tried the supposedly "great shit" that some little twink offered him but he was so damn cute. "That wasn't X that was some shit they cooked up in a bathtub in Tijuana." Harry said but then a moment later was regretting even opening his mouth as a spike of pain lanced through his head.
Slowly he laid his head back down on the bed and gave himself a moment to collect himself. Then slowly he brought his hands up to cover his eyes and braved opening them for a second. It wasn't so bad so then he let his fingers slide apart to let some light through. Harry found himself in a dimly lit loft apartment. Lying next to him was a reasonably attractive man in his early to mid forties if Harry had to guess. Looking around the apartment he saw that last night's client was very well off. The place was divided with wall to ceiling glass panes. Looking through them into the living room he saw a big screen plasma TV surrounded by a leather sectional couch that took up most of the room.
Glancing around the room Harry saw the man's closet. This sparked a deep interest in Harry. He glanced down at the man who was completely out of it. If Harry's memory served him correctly the man had downed quite a few drinks last night and to top that off with the activities that the two of them had gotten to once they had gotten back to his place he would be out like a light for most of the day. So slowly Harry slipped off the bed and carefully tested his legs by stretching them a little on the edge off the bed. When he was reasonably sure that he wasn't going to collapse once he tried to stand he got up and slowly made his was over to the man's closet.
The door was slightly ajar and Harry slowly pushed it open and moved into it. What Harry saw was a little shocking even though he had been in this situation more than once to say the least. The closet was like and entire hidden room. There was a small niche in wall at the end of the room where there was a small couch and coffee table across from that was a little changing room and in between the two off them was a small raised dais surrounded on three sides by full length mirrors.
Every other area of the room was taken up with cedar chests and wardrobes. Harry let his nose and lungs fill with the earthy sent of the wood and clothes as he gazed at the selection. Moving to one wardrobe he opened it up to find a large selection of fine long sleeved dress shirts. Flipping threw them he saw some of the designers. Dolce and Gabbana, Armani, and Versace were but a few of the names that caught his eye. These clothes didn't really suit Harry's style so he moved onto the closest set of drawers. Pulling out one he saw a very nice selection of fitted t-shirts. Harry held up one of the shirts up to himself and smiled. The man had a similar build to Harry so he slipped on the shirt to feel that it fit very well. It was a little broad in the shoulders but that wasn't noticeable. Harry continued flipping through the shirts until he found about five that he liked and then threw them over to the sitting area. Onto the next wardrobe Harry found what he was really looking for. A large selection of denim jeans was before him. Harry pulled out a very nice pair of 501s and held them up to him. Harry nearly giggled when he saw that they were just the type that he liked; low rise and slim fit. Slowly he pulled them up his legs and buttoned them up.
Moving over to the dais Harry gazed at himself in the mirror. Harry had always hated his appearance even now he did not really like the way he looked. Last year he had decided that to cover the cursed scar that marred his face he would grow out his hair. Now it nearly reached his chin and he usually kept his bangs down in front to cover it. Long and black it sometimes looked like the night had descended on his face to try and hide him away. Looking down at his upper body he allowed himself a small smile. Quidditch had helped to start him on the road to a better physique, and his recent hobby of aggressive biking had only improved on it so that now his slim frame held sinewy muscles. The favorite part of his body though in his opinion was his stomach. The taught muscles lined up in two rows descended into the waist of his pants seemed to drag your eyes with them. His long legs although while looking skinny were actually capable of generating great amounts of power and sustaining activity for long periods of time.
Turning away from the mirror Harry continued on his search he pulled out an additional two pairs of jeans from the drawer. Moving onto looking at the shoes Harry was frankly disappointed at the selection. Yes there were many to choose from but none of them were Harry's style. Nearly all were loafers or dress shoes. Moving on Harry glanced around for anything else that might spark his attention. His gaze fell on a table next to an armoire on the far side of the room. Casually he made his way over to it to find a large collection of pocket and wrist watches. Glancing down at them he saw a very nice wrist watch with a wide leather strap slowly picking it up he looked at the face and instead of seeing the regular numbers on it he saw roman numerals. Turning over to look at the makers name he nearly choked at when he read Cartier off the back. Harry remembered seeing nearly the same watch in a store window when biking around London. This was a 3,000 dollar watch he held in his hands. Slowly he put it around his wrist and looked at it against the background of his tan skin.
He smiled at the way it looked and then turned around and selected a shirt to wear. Pulling a very nice Armani one over himself, he picked up the rest of his selections up and walked out of the room. As he walked by the still sleeping man Harry gave him a small peck on the cheek and smiled at him. Going over to the side of the bed to pick up his clothes from the day before he gathered them up with his new clothes and pulled on his shoes, then looking over at the bed side table Harry saw the agreed upon wad of cash from last nights activities. He snatched that up and after one last sweep of the room to make sure that he had not forgotten anything else he walked out of the room without a glance back.
Making his way over to the kitchen table Harry set his things down and went in search of a bag to put his new clothes in. He found one under the sink and before he left the kitchen helped himself to a glass of juice from the fridge. After bagging his things Harry looked around the apartment for the door and started to walk towards it. But as he neared the door a small table caught his attention. It was full of different styles of sun glasses. After taking a quick glance at them Harry selected a pair of frosted shades and slipped them over his eyes. Earlier that year he had used the influence that the Order's warning had over his relatives to convince them that it would be in their best interest to get him some contact lenses. Slowly taking one last look at the apartment Harry opened the front door and slipped out into the hallway.
Moving down to the elevator Harry caught a glimpse of some of the clients neighbors stirring as well and coming out of there own apartments. Harry new that it would only cause problems to be seen by any of these people Harry decided that it would be best to avoid the elevator and took the back stairs out into the alley behind the high rise building.
Slowly Harry made his way out onto the main street and started to walk to the nearest tube station. As Harry made it down the stairs he glance around for any sight of the platform cop, but he was no where to be seen Harry jumped the stall. Moving over to examine which stop he was at and when to get off to be as close to his bike. He had left it at the club last night and was fairly worried about it. Normally when Harry was with a client he demanded that they put it in their trunk but last nights client had been driving a small Fiat spider that Harry would have doubted he could fit his tires in let alone his entire bike so he left it chained up at the bike park down the street from the club. As Harry got onto the tube and found a seat he noticed that many people where trying to subtly check him out. Harry smiled internally at this and as he set his things down he unobtrusively stretched his hands above his head which allowed a small portion of his shirt to ride up exposing a small portion of his stomach. When he finished stretching he brought his arms down covering the small portion of flesh. Harry swore that he could here a gasp of loss from one of his admires on the train. It was all Harry could do to not laugh out loud at the scene. By then the train had already past two stops and Harry knew that he had to get off at the third one.
As the train started to slow down near its destination Harry started to gather up his things and stood up to move near the door, but as he bent over to pick up his package that he had set under his seat he felt a sharp pinch on his arse. Rising sharply he turned around to find a man in mid thirties sitting across from him trying to look away like he had done nothing. Rage boiled up within Harry but he kept his exterior calm and cool. Leaving his package where is was he move to the other side of the train and stood in front of the man. The man glanced up nervously at Harry. But Harry didn't show any of the anger on his face and instead showed one of his most sexy looks that he could. The seated man could not help but show all the lust that he felt on his face. Harry reached down with one hand and cupped the man's face. He leaned into Harry's touch and closed his eyes in pleasure, but when his did this Harry took his other hand and firmly grabbed the man's crotch and squeezed hard. The man's eyes shot open and before he could do any thing Harry's hand that had been on his face was now on his neck pressing him into the seat. Harry's once sexy smirk had now turned into a grim angry face and as he stared into the man's eyes he said
"Next time you think of copping a free feel why don't you just think about the consequences of a burst testicle might be."
The man's eyes went wide in horror as Harry glanced down at his hand that had a firm grip on the man's crotch. He gave one more hard squeeze and the man gave a gurgle of pain and Harry let go with both hands and quickly retrieved his packages and exited the train. As he walked away he glanced in the window and saw the man had passed out in his seat. A quick laugh escaped Harry as he exited the stairs out into the side walk ready to go find his bike.
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