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Chapter 2
Harry was nervous. He was getting ready for his date with Tony Stark. Usually, he was the one who picked up his dates, brought them flowers, etc. Today the script was flipped, and it took him out of his element. Harry stepped out of the shower, and shaved the light stubble that had grown in during the day. After brushing his teeth, and putting on some Hugo Boss cologne, he styled his hair and picked out his clothes.
He decided on a pair of black True Religion jeans, and an emerald green t-shirt. He finished the look off with black leather boots, and a butter soft, black leather jacket. Just as he finished lacing up his boots, the doorbell rang. He took a deep breath, and left his bedroom.
Tony would never admit it, but he was nervous. He had done some research on Harrison Potter-Black, and he was even more attracted to him as a result. Harrison was brilliant, beautiful, and wealthy in his own right. What did he have to offer someone like Harry? At least he would know that Harry was not only after his money, or fame. He had both already.
Tony had finally arrived at Harrison's building, and he quickly ducked inside. The security team snapped to attention, and the man at the front desk turned to Tony.
"Can I help you, Sir?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm here to pick up Mr. Potter-Black." Tony said, slightly surprised at the heavy security.
"Please sign in here, and I need to see some identification please Sir." One of the security gaurds stated.
Tony was slightly bemused, but went along with it.
"Thank you, Mr Stark. Lord Potter-Black is expecting you." The concierge said. He led Tony over to the elevator, using a key to unlock it. He waved Tony inside, then used another key to the corresponding floor they were going to. As the elevator started, the man started speaking again. "You are now on the approved visitors list for Lord Potter-Black. No one without a key is allowed to enter the elevators or stairwells. If you are allowed further access, Lord Potter-Black will notify security."
"That seems a little excessive." Tony said, surprised at the level of security in the building.
"We take our resident's safety very seriously, Mr Stark." He said resolutely. They arrived at Harrison's floor, and his escort pointed to an Apartment door. "Lord Potter-Black is in number 291. Please let us know if you need further assistance." He said, then got back in the elevator.
Tony stopped in front of the door, and ran a hand through his hair. He straightened his cuffs, and took a deep breath. Tony finally syked himself up enough to ring the bell. A minute later, the door opened. Tony almost lost his breath. Harry looked positively delicious.
"Hello, Gorgeous. You look amazing." Tony said, eyeing him up and down.
"Thank you Tony. You look very handsome as well." And he did. Tony Stark was a Sexy Motherfucker, and Harry was not immune to his charms.
Tony held out a single red rose for Harry to take. "I know you are not a woman, but I wanted to show you that I was thinking about you today." He said.
Harry was touched by the gesture. "Thank you, Tony. That was sweet. Come in while I put this in some water." Harry said, opening the door further.
Tony was impressed by Harry's apartment. Floor to ceiling windows afforded a beautiful view of Central Park, and he noticed a glassed in office to the left. As he walked into the living room, he noticed a dining area off to the right, that also sported an amazing view through the numerous windows. The apartment was decorated elegantly, and exspensively.
"Nice place." Tony said, as Harry entered the open kitchen to find a vase.
"Thank you. It belonged to my Mother. My Godfather had it remodled and furnished as a present for my acceptance into Brown." Harry said, finally using a tall glass as a vase. Harry grabbed his keys, and his phone. "I'm ready whenever you are." He said, making sure he had his wallet.
"So, I hope you like Italian. I got us a table at Babbo." Tony said, as he settled next to Harry in backseat of the car. Harry's presence and cologne were doing things to him, and he wanted desperately to kiss Harry breathless. 'Go slow, Tones. Don't scare him off.' Tony thought.
"That sounds great. I'm starving." Harry said.
"This is my driver, Happy. Happy, this is Harrison Potter-Black." Tony said.
"Nice to meet you, Sir." Happy said.
"You as well. So Tony, you do realise that the press is going to go crazy at the mere thought of us being on a date, right?" Harry said. The papparazi were going to have a field day with this, Harry thought.
"Of course. People like us are always popular targets of the press. I have learned to ignore it, and just live my life as I see fit. I won't let them change me." Tony said. He reached foreward, and stroked Harry's cheek with his thumb. "I will be proud to be seen with you, Harrison." He said.
Harry shivered at the feeling of Tony's hands on him. "I will be proud to be seen with you as well. I've never been one to hide, either." Harry said.
Those green eyes looking at him so intensely, caused Tony to move in closer. Harry's breath hitched. Is he going to kiss me? Harry thought. Harry could feel Tony's warm breath on his cheek, and the scent of his cologne was spicy and warm. It was a slightly intoxicating combination.
Tony leaned foreward, and tilted his head slightly. One kiss couldn't hurt, right? Harry felt all the tiny hairs on his face stand on end in anticipation. Their lips connected, gently at first. Harry let out a breath at the sensation. The gentle nature of the kiss was not what he was expecting from Tony Stark.
Tony slowly applied more pressure, deepening the kiss, yet staying relatively chaste. As he pulled away, he flicked his tongue lightly across Harry's bottom lip, causing him to moan quietly. That little noise went straight to his cock, and he was about to deepen the kiss.
"We are here, Mr Stark." Happy interrupted. Tony pulled back reluctantly, cursing Happy in his head.
Harry cleared his throat. He had never felt so sexually attracted to anyone before. They had amazing chemistry, and he couldn't help but wonder what the sex would be like.
Tony was having simular thoughts. The car door opened, and Tony exited swiftly. He leaned down, and offered Harry his hand. The cameras were clicking non stop as Harry got out of the car. Tony clasped his hand, and led Harry into the restaurant. They ignored the shouted questions, and camera flashes.
The next day, pictures of them together would spark speculation about their relationship. They would be tabloid fodder for a long time, yet. This was only the begining.