Author: Elliot
Title: Touch
Rating: R, for when the mood strikes me to make it interesting
Disclaimer: do you really think I own these characters? Anyone unfamiliar is either mine or something you've forgotten
Warning: Content may be considered stupid and sarcastic; viewers who have an opinion that objects that should not read the following.
-Elliot
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Chapter two: you know what? Screw it. No chapter names, I don't give a damn.
When your first thoughts of the day are "Shit, these aren't my sheets", mixed in with "Holy fuck where the hell am I and where are my clothes?" I think it's safe to say you had sex last night with a stranger, because you got incredibly drunk, or drugged up, or even both. That or you've been abducted by aliens and they're scanning you.
Now, as we enter our story, we can see our little Harry sitting straight up in the bed, eyes wide, and next to a man who is partially covered up by red satin sheets. A mass of curly brown hair that seems untamable is on top of the stranger's head. Thin pink lips are curled into a slight smile, as if he was having a good dream. He had a small pointed nose, and large blue eyes, that continued to flutter open and closed. He was strangely beautiful, Harry thought, before he could get his mind to take a grip of the situation.
He had a dark tan skin, which gave him a more enigmatic atmosphere. On his left forearm the work "Andre" was tattooed.
'Andre,' Harry thought, 'what the fuck kind of name is Andre?'
This wasn't the first time Harry had been in this situation, he knew the workings of escape in this area. All he had to do was very quietly get out of bed, find his clothes, dress himself, and apparate home.
But such luck was not found this time; he gained a vigorous slap on the behind from the occupant in the bed while he reached down to pick up his shirt.
"Where d'ya think you're goin, cutie?" came the husky voice of the violator.
"I.uhhh.. ummm." ah yes, the versatility of speech.
"You're not going anywhere" as 'Andre' pulled the unwilling but frozen Harry closer to him.
Once Harry reached the side of the bed frame he let go of all his inhibitions, he let himself be pulled flat on his back, and under the man. After all, he's already had sex with this man, what's another time going to hurt?
Nothing and no one, this is a good thing.
Harry looked up at the man staring at him, he had intense watery blue eyes, they expelled a look of joy mixed with concern.
He was beautiful.
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I'll put sex in the next chapter. I guess none of you really care because no one has reviewed.
Title: Touch
Rating: R, for when the mood strikes me to make it interesting
Disclaimer: do you really think I own these characters? Anyone unfamiliar is either mine or something you've forgotten
Warning: Content may be considered stupid and sarcastic; viewers who have an opinion that objects that should not read the following.
-Elliot
**********
Chapter two: you know what? Screw it. No chapter names, I don't give a damn.
When your first thoughts of the day are "Shit, these aren't my sheets", mixed in with "Holy fuck where the hell am I and where are my clothes?" I think it's safe to say you had sex last night with a stranger, because you got incredibly drunk, or drugged up, or even both. That or you've been abducted by aliens and they're scanning you.
Now, as we enter our story, we can see our little Harry sitting straight up in the bed, eyes wide, and next to a man who is partially covered up by red satin sheets. A mass of curly brown hair that seems untamable is on top of the stranger's head. Thin pink lips are curled into a slight smile, as if he was having a good dream. He had a small pointed nose, and large blue eyes, that continued to flutter open and closed. He was strangely beautiful, Harry thought, before he could get his mind to take a grip of the situation.
He had a dark tan skin, which gave him a more enigmatic atmosphere. On his left forearm the work "Andre" was tattooed.
'Andre,' Harry thought, 'what the fuck kind of name is Andre?'
This wasn't the first time Harry had been in this situation, he knew the workings of escape in this area. All he had to do was very quietly get out of bed, find his clothes, dress himself, and apparate home.
But such luck was not found this time; he gained a vigorous slap on the behind from the occupant in the bed while he reached down to pick up his shirt.
"Where d'ya think you're goin, cutie?" came the husky voice of the violator.
"I.uhhh.. ummm." ah yes, the versatility of speech.
"You're not going anywhere" as 'Andre' pulled the unwilling but frozen Harry closer to him.
Once Harry reached the side of the bed frame he let go of all his inhibitions, he let himself be pulled flat on his back, and under the man. After all, he's already had sex with this man, what's another time going to hurt?
Nothing and no one, this is a good thing.
Harry looked up at the man staring at him, he had intense watery blue eyes, they expelled a look of joy mixed with concern.
He was beautiful.
**********
I'll put sex in the next chapter. I guess none of you really care because no one has reviewed.