Chapter Eleven: Manticore

After spending the better part of an hour searching for a club Oliver thought he remembered, Harry and Oliver settled on staying at one they stumbled across by accident. It was called Manticore and, much like the beast it was named after, the club wasn't particularly nice.

It was dark inside, but not so dark that Harry couldn't notice the paint peeling off the walls and that the decorations throughout were of the shabbiest, most mismatched furniture he'd ever seen. A strange, wizarding form of heavy metal thumped through the club so loudly, the distortion alone made it almost painful to hear. As if all this wasn't bad enough, the club was small and dangerously hot due to being packed full of wizards – who all looked as though they came from the shadier side of the wizarding community.

Locked together on the over crowded dance floor, Harry and Oliver didn't seem to mind their less than ideal surroundings. Under their feet lay the t-shirts and jumpers they'd carelessly tossed aside. Oliver hands hovered over Harry's arse and he thrust his hips into Harry, who found Oliver's movements so distracting, he'd given up trying to teach Oliver to dance. Instead, Harry was far too busy getting used to the fact that he could touch Oliver whenever and wherever he wanted. So far he'd erred on the side of decency, keeping his caresses to safe areas like Oliver's shoulders, chest, back and the occasional brush across the backside. It was all wonderfully strange to Harry and it made him feel giddy.

Oliver's hips stilled against his and he pulled Harry closer, "I need another drink," he said in Harry's ear, tongue flicking out to lick Harry's sensitive lobe. Harry shivered against him and he gave a shaky nod. "Take my hand, okay?" said Oliver, glancing around them with distaste, "I don't want to loose you in here."

He led Harry across the crowded dance floor, through an archway and out into the section where the bar was located. Although it was just as crowded in there, the lighting wasn't as dim and the music played at a softer volume. Harry decided he liked in much better in there. Oliver pushed his way towards the bar, making sure Harry kept very close behind. Just as they got near the counter, Harry felt someone take hold of his arm and he was pulled backwards with a violent tug.

"Aren't you just the tastiest little thing," cooed a drag queen, who might have been more convincing if 'she' hadn't had a beard. 'She' pulled Harry up against her fake breast and, shivering in disgust, Harry attempted to pull himself free of 'her' death grip. He was about to give 'her' a nice uppercut to the ribs when Oliver came to his rescue.

"Fuck off," Oliver snarled, pulling Harry free with an almighty tug. He stepped in front of Harry and stared angrily at the 'woman'. Harry had never seen Oliver look so furious and he honestly thought he was going to hit 'her'. Obviously 'she' did as well because 'she' scampered off quickly, looking terrified. "You okay?" Oliver asked turning back to Harry with a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine," Harry said, struggling not to laugh.

"Maybe we should leave?" Oliver said, kissing the corner of Harry's mouth.

"Oliver, its fine," Harry said, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. "I've been in worse places." Oliver didn't look very happy at that bit of news but when Harry said, "Come on," and stepped up to the bar, Oliver followed. He stood very close behind Harry, his clenched fists resting on the counter, either side of Harry, and he glanced around him menacingly as though daring anyone to try and touch Harry.

Harry couldn't help it - he burst out laughing. Ordinarily he would have found such behaviour insulting – after all, he was more than capable of looking after himself – but there was just something amusing, not to mention adorable, about Oliver acting so protectively. It made him feel a bit special.

"Are you laughing at me?" Oliver whispered in his ear. Harry glanced at Oliver over his shoulder and barely managed to choke out a 'yes' because he was laughing so much. "Fuck you," Oliver snorted amusedly, though he relaxed his stance and stopped looking about him as though he expected to be attacked at any second.

Oliver rested his chin on Harry's shoulder and asked, "Do you want the same drink as before?"

Harry nodded and had to turn his neck awkwardly so he could grin at Oliver. As he looked at the other boy, Harry was struck anew by how attractive Oliver had become. Oliver had the most amazing eyes, they were dark brown and they sparkled beautifully, and Harry envied the boy his chiselled features. Harry was rather amazed that Oliver actually wanted to be with him – at least for the night. Harry hoped it would last longer, whatever it was that they had going, but if he had to he would settle for one night with Oliver.

When the barman finally came over, Oliver had to press right up against Harry and yell the order over Harry's shoulder so he could be heard over the noise in the bar. Harry could feel Oliver's hard length against the top of his backside and he shivered. With a great deal of effort, Harry managed to turn around to face Oliver. The bar cut into his back uncomfortably but Harry didn't care. He could feel Oliver against his belly and he shifted his legs a bit so he could push his own arousal against Oliver's thigh.

"What are you doing?" Oliver smirked down at him, rubbing himself against Harry, tormenting.

"Nothing," Harry said, smiling innocently at Oliver as he flexed his hips against Oliver's thigh.

Oliver chuckled and leaned down to give Harry a quick kiss. "You're not as innocent as you look," he murmured, ruffling Harry's hair playfully, "I love your hair, you know… it's very wild."

Oliver had said something similar not so long ago but Harry had been far to preoccupied trying to hide his erection to get very excited about the compliment. He smiled this time, pleased that there was something Oliver loved about him and, gesturing from Oliver to himself, Harry said, "This sort of reminds me of the locker rooms." He flicked his eyes up to meet Oliver's and blushed, "I was so…" fucking hard, he left unsaid.

Knowing exactly what Harry was referring to, Oliver chuckled, "I noticed, and can I just say, I did my damnedest to get you that way." Harry's eyes opened wide in surprise and Oliver had to grin.  "I'm not that much of an exhibitionist… usually I get dressed pretty quickly."

"Oliver!" Harry chided though he was laughing along with the other boy. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice," he snorted, "Which was probably a bit silly of me really because I was as hard as a rock."

"You looked so cute when you had your eyes shut," Oliver said, smoothing his thumb affectionately over Harry's cheek. "Fuck it was funny," Oliver chuckled and he was still laughing when the barman returned with their drinks a moment later. After paying, Oliver passed Harry his Gin and Tonic and picked up his own drink.

Staring at Oliver over the top of his glass Harry asked curiously, "After you took off my cap were you going to kiss me?" Even though it didn't really matter anymore if he'd looked like an idiot, Oliver was with him now, Harry still wondered. 

"I thought about it… I mean I wanted to but I dunno Harry," he paused to take a big swig of his drink. "With you it's a bit different, harder or something because you make me so nervous. There were so many times I wanted to kiss you but I didn't have the balls…" Oliver shrugged and then gulped down the rest of his drink, seemingly oblivious to the effect his words had on Harry.

Unable to believe that he could make Oliver feel that way, Harry stared at the other boy with a bemused expression on his face. It was positively the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him - though not nauseatingly so, which in Harry's opinion was a very good thing. And it made Harry think that maybe, just maybe, Oliver wanted him for more than one night.

He smiled at Oliver shyly, putting his glass on the bar before taking Oliver's empty glass and disposing of it in the same way. "Come here," Harry said, curling his finger beckoningly.

Oliver shifted his weight a little and leaned closer. Harry slipped his arms around Oliver's neck and pulled him closer still. It was the first time Harry had taken the initiative with Oliver and he didn't waste any time taking things slowly. No sooner had their lips met, he slid his tongue out, invading Oliver's hot mouth. He tasted like bourbon and something else; a taste Harry could only assume was unique to the other boy.

Harry put everything he had into the kiss, exploring the other boy with a dedicated thoroughness, showing Oliver just how much he desired him. Oliver brought his hands up to cup Harry's face, driving his tongue into Harry desperately, easily matching Harry's passion. He felt like he was drowning in the exquisiteness of it all and Harry moaned into the kiss as he wantonly ground his hips against Oliver.

"Fuck, Harry," Oliver gasped breathlessly as he pulled his mouth away.

He could feel Oliver's breath coming out in pants against his lips and Harry curiously opened his eyes. Through glazed, hooded eyes Oliver looked back at him. Harry had never seen anyone look as hot as Oliver looked right then, and he laughed softly, nervously. The sides of Oliver's mouth flickered in the hint of a smile and he placed a kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth.

"Do you want to go in there?" Harry murmured, flicking his head in the direction of the dark room.

Oliver shut his eyes as though he couldn't believe what Harry was asking. After a moment, they flicked open again and Oliver whispered, "Yes."

Slipping his hand in Oliver's, Harry followed the other boy to a door, just to the side of the bar area. He held his breath as he stepped into the room. The place was poorly lit and Harry couldn't see very much, just the shapes of what he assumed were people. The room stank of sex and Harry could hear the groans of the other people in the room, they seemed to be having a good time. Oliver led them to a clear space, gently pushing Harry back against the wall before settling against him.

Now that he was there, Harry couldn't help feeling nervous. It wasn't Oliver, or what they were about to do, that made him feel that way, it was the room in general. The whole thing was very decadent, bordering on crass. "I've never been in a room like this before," Harry whispered shyly into Oliver's shoulder.

"Really?" Oliver asked, bringing Harry's face up so he could look in his eyes. He looked worried, Harry noticed. "Never?"

Harry shook his head in response. He'd heard about these sorts of rooms before, Fred had told him many a lurid tale, and of course he knew how to find them and that a lot of the clubs they went to had such rooms, but he'd never actually been in one until now.

"We can leave if you want?" Oliver said, "We don't have to…"

"No I want to," Harry interrupted, "I'm just nervous." With that, Harry put a hand behind Oliver's head, bringing the boy's face closer.

"Tell me if you want to stop," Oliver breathed against his lips. He waited for Harry to nod before capturing Harry's lips in a soft, lingering kiss - sweet, tender and meant to calm Harry's nerves. It worked. Harry relaxed against Oliver, letting one hand trace lazy circles over Oliver's hip while the other played with Oliver's hair.

When Oliver's tongue snaked out to probe at his lips, Harry opened his mouth obligingly. As his tongue rubbed alongside Oliver's, Harry let his hands roam all over Oliver's chest and back. Firm muscles contracted beneath his palms as he ran his hands over Oliver's smooth skin. Strong hands cupped his arse, pulling him up and hard against Oliver. When their erections rubbed together for the first time, Harry tore his mouth from Oliver's with a tortured groan. Any lingering nervousness, left Harry, and he completely forgot about the other people in the room. All he could focus on was Oliver.

Harry ran his hands all over Oliver's naked chest as the other boy trailed light kisses over his cheek. Oliver kissed lightly behind Harry's ear before continuing a path down Harry's neck. Harry leaned his head back, giving Oliver better access and was rewarded for his efforts with Oliver's hot mouth on his sensitive skin licking, biting and sucking the soft, tender flesh.

When Oliver found the special spot at the base of his neck, Harry shuddered against him and he couldn't stop the desperate groan that came from his throat. The sensations shot straight to his groin and Harry tried pressing himself more firmly against Oliver. Knowing what Harry was looking for, Oliver unbuttoned Harry's trousers, pressing his hand flat against the hardness as he masterfully pulled down the zip.

Harry moaned deep in his throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his head when Oliver took him in hand. He sucked desperately at Harry's neck as he toyed with Harry's length, running his thumb over the tip and stroking with light touches. When Harry tried to thrust into the hand, Oliver brought his other to Harry's hip, pushing him back against the wall.

With tremendous effort, Harry forced himself to stop being so passive and he worked open Oliver's trousers. He grabbed Oliver's cock and gasped. It felt so big and hard. The tip was wet with precome and Harry rubbed it all over before he began to stroke. Oliver ripped his mouth from Harry's neck and reclaimed Harry's lips in a bruising kiss.  He made a strange gurgling sound at the back of his throat and thrust his cock into Harry's hand desperately. Harry didn't even think to stop him, all he could do was moan at the feelings Oliver's skilful touches produced.

Gasping for breath, Harry pulled back. "Do you want me to," he said in a husky voice, "…suck you off." Never having been a very verbose lover, he blushed as he uttered the last part out loud.

Oliver stared down at him with lustful eyes and his grip around Harry tightened, but he shook his head. With his free hand, he reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind Harry's ear, "I don't want to do anything like that here…"

He stroked his hand over Harry as he continued to speak in a rasping whisper, "I want to see you when we do all that," – Harry shivered at the sound of his voice and the maddening hand on his cock – "and I don't want anyone else to see you." He murmured against Harry's lips before kissing him hungrily.

With the sole purpose of bringing release, Oliver and Harry fisted one another. It was awkward, their hands and arms kept getting in the way. But the boys worked around it, thrusting into each others hands as their tongues battled furiously. Harry was the first to succumb, and he said Oliver's name in a throaty pant as he came, shuddering and shooting his orgasm over Oliver's hand and his own belly.

Harry's knees threatened to buckle beneath him but through sheer strength of will, he managed to keep his hand working over Oliver and it wasn't long before he came as well, grunting out something that sounded like Harry's name. He sagged against Harry heavily, panting against his neck. They stayed like that for a long while, recovering from their orgasms in silence until Oliver mumbled against his neck, "Harry?"

Oliver's breath tickled Harry's skin and his voice came out in a giggle as he said, "Yeah?"

"You can let go of my cock now," Oliver said, straightening up so he could look at Harry, eyes sparkling with amusement and desire, "It's giving me ideas."

"Sorry," Harry chuckled, letting go of Oliver. He reached up on his tiptoes to plant a kiss on the other boy's lips. "I forgot I was holding it," He snorted.

"You can play with it later," Oliver promised and he kissed Harry soundly.

"Ahh, Harry," Oliver laughed tearing his mouth away when Harry moaned, "We should get out of here before…"

"Are you sure you don't want to do anything now?" Harry asked hopefully. He was fairly certain his body could rise to the occasion, he could feel it stirring already and they'd only been kissing.

"Not here," Oliver said determinedly, his face serious all of a sudden. "I told you, Harry. I want to see you the first time I fuck you," Oliver continued in a throaty whisper as he stared down at Harry intently, "I want to explore every inch of this beautiful body." He trailed his hand lightly over Harry's chest and stomach, stopping at the top of Harry's trousers. Harry shivered at the touch and the sound of Oliver's voice. "Most of all though, I want to see you come."

"Okay?" Oliver smiled down at him.

Not really, Harry wanted to say. He was just about ready to melt in a pool of desire and Oliver was asking him if it was okay if they waited for the right location?

"Okay?" Oliver prompted; tilting Harry's chin up so Harry had to look him in the eye.

"Yes," Harry agreed, giving Oliver a small smile. "I suppose its time for your next dance lesson anyway." Harry joked and he managed to give a feeble laugh.

"We'll have to stop at the bar on the way," Oliver chuckled, "I seem to have worked up a bit of a thirst." He kissed Harry's check lightly and stepped away. "But first we need to clean up."