Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Clay Spenser

Chapter Summary: In which Harry takes home a Navy SEAL. (SEAL Team, set during Season 2)


"Mind if I join you?"

Clay blinked blearily as he turned to look at the guy who had asked. Messy black hair that fell down to his shoulders, something that looked like a scar on his forehead, and finally bright green eyes that were full of interest. A tight dark green shirt covered the guy's torso and jeans curled around the guy's hips. English accent. Perhaps a couple years older than him.

Clay gestured to the bar stool next to him and took another sip of beer. The guy sat down and called over to the bartender for a drink.

"Long day at the office?"

"You could say that," Clay offered, shrugging and turning back to his drink.

The guy paused, staying quiet for a minute, before lightly elbowing Clay. "You alright?"

Clay swiveled in his chair and really stared at the guy, his eyes narrowing. The man stared back patiently. The sounds of the other people in the bar echoed around them, sounds of glasses clinking, of people yelling cheerfully and throwing darts and shooting pool. Some of the men were other soldiers, other Tier One operators, but thankfully, no one else from Bravo was here tonight.

"I'm fine. Why?" Clay replied finally.

The guy raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Alright. If you say so. I know that excuse though."

"It's not an excuse."

"Yeah? Then how come you have that face?"

Clay blinked and stared at the guy as the man grinned faintly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means nothing if you're straight," the guy commented, shaking his head. "If you're not… Well… The American don't ask, don't tell has been outlawed for a couple of years and I was looking for someone to spend a night with. You wouldn't happen to be interested, would you?"

Clay's heart thumped loudly in his chest at the guy's words, watching as the man winked at him. His blood rushed south full tilt, bringing clarity quick and easy, as he sucked in a tight breath. "Yeah, sure. Why the fuck not."

The guy smiled at Clay's words, holding out his hand. "Harry. Your place or mine?"

"Clay. Yours if you don't mind. Mine's… a little messy at the moment."

"It alright if we take your car? Mine's in the garage," Harry asked.

"Fine."

Harry dipped his head in a nod, his lips twitching up into a small grin, and stood up, ran a hand through his hair. Clay took one last sip of his beer and stood up, looking Harry over idly.

"You're not worried I'm a serial killer?" Harry asked, as he led the way out of the bar.

"Nah. I know enough ways to kill people that it won't be an issue," Clay remarked, watching as Harry pushed open the door of the bar and stepped out.

Harry snorted and turned back to him, his eyes sparking with amusement. "You one of the Navy SEALs, huh?"

"Yep."


The moment they were through the door of Harry's apartment, Clay immediately pressed his mouth to Harry's, pushing the man back against the door. He could see lights on behind him, a light in the kitchen of the apartment and one that looked like it was in the bedroom. Harry let out a snort at the manhandling and wrapped his arms around Clay's shoulders, one of them circling further to curl around his neck.

Clay shivered at the touch, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin over his arms. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as Harry nipped and licked his way into his mouth, his other arm moving to trail down Clay's body, leaving ripples of want in his wake. Clay's heartbeat ratched up another notch, his blood racing south full tilt.

Harry met his eyes easily, his pupils already blown with desire and heat. There was something in Harry's eyes though, that Clay couldn't identify, maybe some hint of amusement. "Cocky much? You think you can handle me, huh?"

Clay rolled his eyes and nodded, grinning at him. "Yeah."

Harry reached out to cup his chin, brushing against the beginnings of a beard, and smirked. "We'll see about that, seal boy."

"Seal boy?" Clay retorted, glaring at him.

"You know... I know a couple of people who can actually turn into a seal," Harry muttered, shrugging before removing his hands and digging them into Clay's hips before flipping their positions in one move. Clay's breath hitched as Harry's words went right over his head, as Harry placed a hand on his chest.

"You what? To a what?" Clay croaked, as his back hit the door behind him and Harry helped him pull his shirt off. A tinge of hesitation flashed through him, knowing that Harry would be able to see his scars. Harry stared at him, his pupils blowing even more. Clay shuddered and crossed his arms over his bare chest in an attempt to hide the remnants of the bruise he had taken in Mumbai.

"Clay… I have scars too," Harry offered quietly, reaching one hand over to entwine their fingers. "The thing on my forehead isn't a tattoo or makeup in case you were wondering. I have one here and here as well."

Clay watched as Harry stripped off his own shirt, pointing to each respective scar in turn. The one on his hand looked more like old, smudged ink, and Clay vaguely thought the one on Harry's shoulder was an old knife wound. One that might have not gotten care early enough. "I don't give a shit about yours, alright? And the person who made you feel ashamed or nervous about them wasn't the right one for you."

Harry met his eyes before dipping his head in a slight nod and leaning into press a kiss into the skin at the crook of his neck. Clay shuddered, as sparks of electricity skipped through him, as Harry moved up, sucking a bruise into his skin. Clay reached out and dug his fingers into Harry's waist, pulling him closer, when one of Harry's hands moved downward to cup him through his jeans.

It was like touching a livewire and Clay let out a strangled groan, hitting his head back against the door. Heat bounced through him and he bucked into the fingers that held him, watching as Harry watched him in return. His cock stirred and arched up, as Harry stroked him through his clothing, as Harry's mouth moved, licking a path up his chest. It was warm and wet and Clay groaned, feeling a leg slot itself between his thighs.

"You want something to grind against," Harry whispered, heat in his voice and skin as Harry's fingers slipped under Clay's jeans. His breath tickled against his neck as Harry leaned in to mouth against his neck, his pulse point and Clay swore, not knowing what word came out of his mouth but distantly realizing it was one of the words he had picked up from Sonny. "Or you want to go over to the bed so I can fuck you properly?"

"Yeah. Bed. Now."

Harry snorted and withdrew a little bit, slipped his hand into Clay's and pulled him further into his apartment. Or rather his rented apartment that had no indication that he was a wizard. There were no moving portraits on the walls, no dishes cleaning themselves, no owls flying in and out, and no cauldron visible. He did however keep his broomstick by the door but that was not unusual.

He walked backward as he led Clay over to the one bedroom in the apartment, meeting the man's eyes. Clay's pupils were blown and his breath was hitching. Sweat was forming on Clay's forehead and his chest was bare, rippled with goosebumps. His blond curls were messy and Harry totally wanted to get his fingers into it. Clay's palms and fingers were well calloused, presumably from holding weaponry and working out. His mouth was kiss bruised and red and temptation itself.

They passed the kitchen and he turned right into another hallway, leading them both to the end of it. His bedroom spread out at the end of it, through a doorway, and Harry pulled Clay over to the edge of the bed, pushing him down on it. Clay huffed and groaned again, shaking his head as he propped himself up on his forearms.

Clay smirked up at him, his blue eyes narrowed and filled with heat. "You ever slept with a Navy SEAL before?"

"No," Harry remarked, unbuckling his own jeans and shucking them off, taking his shoes off and kicking them somewhere. "You built any different than a regular soldier?"

Clay grinned and fell back against the bed, winking at him. "We're possessive bastards. Don't you know?"

Harry snorted in amusement, raising an eyebrow even as he helped Clay to remove his jeans. "Then why are you letting me do all the work?"

Clay rolled his eyes and lifted his hips obligingly, easily, revealing his erect cock.

"Flexible then, strong too," Harry commented, raking his eyes over Clay's body and seeing the man's skin ripple with goosebumps. "You lot can grow facial hair too."

"Yeah."

Harry slipped up onto the bed and crawled between Clay's legs, stroking his fingers over the man's legs. Clay trembled, as each touch sent heat slithering through him, and he swallowed up each, feeling… hungry for touch. Harry's fingers moved everywhere, tracing up his chest and thumbing over his nipples, tugging at each one and sending electricity shooting through him. Heat grew in waves, like a tidal wave building out at sea, charging.

Clay hissed and groaned, letting out a frustrated moan when Harry didn't move south again. "Fuck. I can take it! You don't even have to-"

Harry moved downward and licked a stripe right up his cock and Clay shook with it, with need, and… Pre-come spurted from his cock and Clay bucked up into Harry's hand, as the guy laid a hand on his waist.

"Fuck. Please."

"Please what?" Harry whispered heatedly, circling his fingers into Clay's skin and meeting his eyes as one of his hands moved even further downward. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me, damn it!"

Harry's fingers slipped down and traced his ass, pushing Clay's legs further apart. "You sure?"

Clay swore and bent his knees to curl his legs around Harry's back, pulling him in like suction. Harry groaned and slipped a wet finger into him, curling into him and crooking. He watched as Clay hissed, his muscles tightening and flexing around him before Harry slipped another in, opening him up.

"Relax for me, babe," Harry murmured, his voice hoarse as he watched Clay yield. "Breathe."

Clay gasped as Harry's fingers pulled out of him, as his own muscles clenched around nothing, and then he felt the tip of Harry's cock at his entrance, blunt. Clay shivered and curled his legs around Harry even tighter, making the man gasp and then thrust. Clay shuddered and reached out for anything to grasp only to entwine his fingers with Harry's. He held on and felt Harry squeeze back as pleasure pain rippled through him.

"You alright, Clay?" Harry muttered, holding still above him, holding himself still enough so that Clay could adjust. He felt full, filled to the brim, and everything else had left his mind but this.

Clay only pulled Harry down to kiss him, hot and wet and demanding. Harry laughed into the kiss quietly and moved, pulling out a little bit then thrusting back in and hitting that sweet spot right on the dot. Harry moved downward and bit and sucked a bruise into the crook of his neck and began to fuck him in earnest, thrusting in hard and then pulling out only a little bit.

"If this wasn't a one night stand, oh, the things I imagine doing to you," Harry muttered, his breath tickling Clay's skin as he thrust in again, harder, snapping his hips in. Clay bucked up to meet him, leaving bruises on the man's skin. "You're gorgeous and you've got muscles for miles but they're not… Fuck. I want to see you come."

Clay arched up at those words, hurriedly muffling his cry in the pillowcase underneath him. Pleasure shot through him like a tidal wave, making him shake through it, his toes curling into the mattress. His eyes fluttered closed as he swallowed on a dry throat, as he saw stars, as Harry fucked him through it and came himself.

He opened his eyes to fingers combing through his hair, an arm curled around him, and looked up into bright green eyes. Clay smiled even as his body melted into the mattress beneath him. "You're pretty."

Harry snorted quietly and brushed his knuckles against Clay's cheek, sending a shiver through his body at the gentleness of it. "You're cute post-orgasm. You can stay the night if you want. It's just me here."

Clay turned around in Harry's arms, weighed the benefits of going back to his apartment versus staying here where it was warm and not empty, and then curled back into the sheets.

"That's answer enough for me," Harry remarked, smiling and falling back onto the bed. "If you get a call during the night for a spin-up, go. I don't mind."


The sun woke him up to an empty bed and Harry wasn't too surprised, flashes of the night filling his mind and making him grin. There was no sign of Clay left in the apartment except for really faint warmth and Harry yawned idly before swinging his legs off the bed. He had come to Virginia Beach for a couple of weeks and with him on assignment for MACUSA, it had made sense to rent an apartment.

The rogue wizard or witch or whatever it was that he was on the hunt for had made it to this city. He sighed and stood up before making his way to the kitchen to make a pot of tea, humming quietly under his breath. The last he had heard of the thing he was hunting, it had moved or escaped to somewhere in… Brazil and he scooped up the files from the table to read while the water heated up on the stove. He waved his hand in the direction of the refrigerator and eggs and bacon came streaming out to place themselves on the one skillet.

He was too focused on the files and information he had compiled that he didn't hear the knock on his door. Harry kept an eye on the food as he read through the files, eying the fleeting photos his team had taken.

Too focused to hear the second knock on his door and then a yell finally broke through his attention.

"Potter! We know you're in there!"

Harry blinked and raised an eyebrow before glancing down at himself. He was shirtless, his pajama pants had little golden snitches on them and his slippers were dark green. He shrugged, grabbed his wand and tucked it behind an ear before heading to investigate. It wasn't a voice he was familiar with but that didn't necessarily mean anything.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Harry yelled back, padding to the front door and opening it only to stare.

There was a whole group of men in front of his door. A group of men that looked rather like soldiers, like really professional soldiers. Broad shoulders, muscular chests and… Clay?

"What the fuck."

"May we come in?" The guy in front with hard brown eyes, short cropped dark hair, loose shoulders now, asked. Harry raised an eyebrow, peering at each of the others, meeting Clay's eyes and seeing a kind of pleading in them before moving on.

"Uh, I suppose you can. I don't know why though. You've probably got the wrong door."

"We have orders," the guy offered, handing over a file folder.

Harry stepped aside, letting the group of six men in, as he read over the files. The files that were eerily similar to the ones he had been reading just moments ago. The files that said… "What the fuck. What the actual fuck. I'm not an American. And nor do I need protection."

"They asked for Bravo team. We agreed."

"Wait. Hold up," Harry retorted, following the group of Navy SEALs back into his apartment and shutting the door behind him. "I do not need a protection detail."

"We're not here to protect you. We're going into the same city as you are to hunt a different target."

Harry stared at the men and then swore, brushing past Clay and picking up his files from the kitchen counter. MACUSA… had said something about the muggle government requesting aid of some sort. Maybe… He glanced down at the orders that the guy had handed him and read them over.

"Ugh. I hate press conferences and fancy gigs. Fine. I'll act as a decoy for you and draw attention. So… you're Bravo team, huh? You'd be Master Chief Hayes?"

"Yep."

"Fine. MACUSA owes me one. It is way too early for this," Harry argued, swearing under his breath. "I hate politics."

"You and me both," Jason replied.

Harry snorted and turned to look at the eggs and bacon on the stove then ran a hand through his hair. "Let me go put clothes on and then I'll take my cup of tea to go."

"You do that."

Harry sighed and met Clay's eyes briefly, glancing pointedly to the bedroom. Clay's cheeks reddened slightly before he turned away. Harry smiled faintly and threw some things together into his pack.