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Chapter 3
"Welcome to Babbo. Do you have a reservation?" The perky girl at the desk asked.
"Stark. Table for two, at 7:30." Tony said.
The girl gave them both an obvious once-over, her glance pausing at their joined hands. "Right this way, gentlemen." She said, leading them to a semi-private table. "Enjoy your meal." She said, sitting the menus down and leaving.
"So, Harrison. What brought you to the States?" Tony asked, after the waiter had taken their orders.
"Well, it was a few reasons, actually. I am a model, and New York is one of the premiere locations for that. I was also accepted into Brown, and I already had the apartment here." Harry said, then took a sip of his water. "I was also happy for an excuse to leave England, to be honest." He said.
The waiter came with their appetizer order, and they each started serving themselves some of the mussels steamed in white wine and fresh bread.
"Why would you want to leave England? I mean, you are a Lord, right?" Tony asked, slightly confused.
Harry cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yes, I am. However, I have had no contact with my Father for over six years. Being an openly gay member of the aristocracy is considered a scandal. Most of my friends were supportive, but my father was disgusted by my sexuality. He kicked me out of the Manor when I told him. I was fourteen." Harry said, resolutely.
Tony winced. "That sucks. I know all about being a disappointment to your Father." He said.
"You are a brilliant man, Tony. I don't see how anyone could find that disappointing." Harry said. He swirled his piece of bread into the sauce, and took a bite. Moaning slightly at the taste.
The noises Harry was making were driving him mad! He wondered if Harry was this vocal in bed? Tony shook that thought off 'down boy'. He thought to himself. "Thank you, Harry. So what did you do? Were you kicked into the streets?" Tony asked. He couldn't imagine being fourteen and being abandoned for who he was. His Father was no Saint, but he had never gone that far.
"No. He exiled me to one of our properties, and told me I was lucky the estate was entailed. He would have loved to disown me. I had a large inheritance from my Mother, and a trust fund. He told me not to expect another pound from him until he died, and that he never wanted to see me again. He continued to pay for my schooling, but that was it. Once my Godfather found out, he took me in and cut off all ties to my Father." Harry said, while playing with his fork.
What an asshole! Tony thought. The waiter returned to take away their dirty plates, then returned with their entrees. "I'm sorry that happened to you." Tony said, then cut into his veal. It was tender, and delicious. "How did you get into modeling?"
Harry chewed his bite of braised short ribs, then swallowed. After a sip of his water, he answered. "At first, it was just a huge 'Fuck You' to my Father." He said, surprising a laugh from Tony. "It's not proper to appear in various stages of undress, especially not for money. I started when I was fifteen. Sirius and I were spending a month in France, and I was scouted." Harry said. A slightly closed off look appeared on his face as he mentioned France.
Tony was curious, but didn't pry. "So what are you studying at Brown?" Tony asked.
"Architecture. I am quitting modeling soon, to focus on an internship." Harry said.
They continued to get to know each other, while eating their delicious dinner. "Do you like sports, Harry?" Tony asked as they waited for dessert.
"I play Polo and Lacrosse. Not very often since I moved here, but occasionally. I am also on the Fencing Team at Brown. Do you?" Harry asked.
Tony had a moment of fantasy, imagining Harry in those tight, white fencing pants. He cleared his throat, and crossed his legs. "I bet you look sexy as fuck in that outfit." Tony blurted, causing Harry to flush slightly. "I have never been much of a jock, but I like to watch. I've got tickets to the Knicks VS the Celtics next week. Would you like to join me?" Tony asked.
Harry smiled. He was having a good time with Tony, and they obviously had chemistry. He would give this a chance, and see where it goes. "I'd like that. What day is it?" He asked.
Tony grinned. He agreed to the second date! He mentally crowed in victory. "It is Tuesday night. I hope I will see you before then, though?" Tony said.
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"
"Anything. You could come see my tower. I am very proud of it. We could go to a movie, have dinner again. Hell, we could mini golf! I just want to spend time with you." Tony said earnestly.
Harry was surprised. Tony was a lot sweeter than he expected. "I have never played mini golf before. Maybe you can broaden my horizons?" Harry said.
Tony's eyes became slightly heavy -lidded. "I would love to show you many new experiences, Harry." Tony said, his voice taking on a husky quality.
Harry smirked slightly. "Who's to say you could? I might be able to teach an 'old dog' a few new tricks myself." Harry said, leaning back in his chair lazily. He looked Tony over from head to toe, his tongue peaking out to lick his bottom lip.
Tony groaned. "That's dirty pool right there, Harrison. You are playing with fire." Tony said, leaning forward slightly.
"I like it hot, Tony. What can I say?" Harry said, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
Tony gave Harry a devouring look, eyes hot and heavy. "You are definitely hot." He said.
The sexual tension between the two continued to get higher throughout dessert. They finally finished, and Tony insisted on paying. Tony put his arm around Harry as they exited the restaurant. The paparazi was even more present than before, and the were blinded by flashes.
"Lord Potter-Black! Micheal from TMZ. Are you and Mr. Stark on a date?" A reporter asked.
Harry looked at Tony, a question in his eyes. Tony gave a slight nod, clenching his hand around Harry's hip bone. "Yes. It is a first date, so please don't ruin it for me." Harry said playfully.
Happy pulled up in the car just then, jumping out to open the door. Tony helped Harry into the car, then followed closely behind him. He couldn't help staring at Harry's ass as he climbed into the car.
"Mr. Stark! Have you run out of female models to be with? Are you starting on the male ones now?" A rude reporter shouted. Tony cringed slightly at the implication, but valiently ignored him.
After the door closed, Tony put his arm around Harry's shoulder, pulling him closer. "I am sorry about that. They are vultures." Tony said, leaning in to stroke Harry's cheek.
Harry shivered slightly at the contact, and leaned into it. "I am used to it. The press in London is worse." Harry said. Tony's thumb lightly ghosted over his bottom lip, and he could not resist. He opened his mouth, wrapping his tongue around Tony's thumb, and sucking it into his mouth.
Tony gave a strangled sounding moan, and then removed his thumb, replacing it with his mouth. This was no soft, gentle kiss. This was the kind of kiss he had been expecting from Tony -Hot, hard, and all consuming.
Tony was almost instantly hard. He had been fighting an erection all night, but this was the last straw. The feel of Harry's tongue sucking his thumb was too much for his body to take. He was only a man! He dove his tongue into Harry's mouth, coaxing Harry's out to play. Harry tasted like the lemon panacotta he had just eaten, and something that was just Harry. The taste was beguilling, and he wondered what other parts of Harry would taste like.
The scent of Tony's cologne, and the feeling of his kisses was making Harry desperately aroused. He pulled Tony closer, until the shorter man was almost in his lap. He wrapped his arms around Tony's waist, and ran a hand up his spine, causing Tony to arch his back and moan. Harry took control of the kiss, tasting every inch of Tony's mouth. He started raining kisses and nips down the side of Tony's neck, lightly biting his collarbone through his shirt.
Tony moaned loudly, bucking his hips into Harry, seeking friction. Tony ran his tongue along Harry's lightly stubbled jawline, then sucked his earlobe into his hot mouth. The sound Harry made went straight to his cock, and he was desperate to touch him. Tony ran his hand down Harry's chest, and stroked his abs, his other hand tugging on Harry's belt.
Harry came back to his senses, slowly. He wrenched his mouth away from Tony's, and gently pushed his hand away from his belt. "I want you, badly. But it is too soon for that. I'm sorry." Harry said, hoping this wouldn't be a deal breaker.
Tony groaned pitifully, resting his forehead against Harry's shoulder. He panted, trying to get control of himself. "Of course. I am sorry if I pushed too far." He said, sitting back and adjusting himself slightly. They were both hard as a rock, and Tony couldn't help but stare for a moment. Harry looked like a debauched angel. His eyes were almost completely black, only a ring of green visible. His lips were slightly red and swollen, and his hair was a mess. His cheeks were mottled red with arousal, and the large bulge in his pants was prominant. Tony swallowed, trying to force down his arousal.
"When can I see you again?" Harry asked. His voice sounded wrecked, and he saw Tony close his eyes in reaction.
"As soon as possible, Harry. Let me take you to lunch tomorrow?" Tony said.
"I have a fencing match tomorrow at NYU. It starts at 3pm. Would you like to come? Maybe we could have dinner afterwards? I have to be on the practice piste at noon, so lunch wouldn't work." Harry said.
Tomorrow was Sunday, so Tony didn't have any plans. "That sounds great. I can't wait to watch you kick some ass." Tony said.
Tony walked Harry to his door, and a few toe curling kisses later, he left. He needed to take care of his 'little problem'.
The next morning, the New York Daily News had a picture of Tony and Harry exiting the restaurant, Tony's arm around Harry's waist.
The Merchant and the Model! The headlines blared. Tony thought it was a good picture.