warnings: SLASH SHLASH SLASH, meaning romantic and sexual action between two males. In this chapted we will have some of both, the romantic action and the sexual action. There is also cursing and yelling. And I'm not responsible for any heart attacks or other attacks this chaper may cause.
A/N: I'm so sorry, please don't kill me.
"The crestfallen one / Drowned into lies / Your promises in beautiful disguise-"
"Oh my gosh, do I really sound like that?" Harry asked with a rather disgusted voice.
"You see now what we've had to put up with all these years?" Devian grinned, earning a slap in the head from Rory.
"Ignore him, Harry. It sounds great. You're just being overcritical."
"I wanna do it again." Harry told with a serious tone. "Can I do it again? Tom?"
"Hm?" The man sitting in front of the mixing table looked up. "Well, I don't think you need to." He said and messed his blonde hair with his hand. Tom Riddle, who happened to play the part of Brandon Lee's producer, changed his hairstyle at least once a month and this time it was long and black in the front and otherwise short and blonde. Harry wasn't satisfied with this answer.
"Could I do it one more time? If I can't do better we'll go with this."
Devian rolled his eyes. "Harry, it's ten past midnight, we need sleep."
"Well, I don't need you and Rory here, now, do I? Cat went to sleep hours ago, didn't he?" Harry snapped.
"Fine, no need to bite my head off." Devian muttered and he and Rory left the studio, holding hands. Tom gave Harry an amused look.
"Harry, it's great, you don't have to sing it for the sixth time."
"I don't want it to be great, I want it to be perfect."
The part-blonde grinned. "Fine, you little perfectionist. You remind me too much of myself when I was doing my first recordings." He laughed as Harry stepped back in the booth.
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"…I will take your heart because you took mine."
"If you say you want to do it again, I swear-" Tom started, making Harry laugh.
"No, don't worry, I'm too tired to even think straight." He sighed and sat on the pale green couch, rubbing his face. "Shit."
"What?"
"I forgot to call Draco today."
Tom stood up and came to sit next to him. "So? You can call him in the morning."
"But I promised to call today. I mean yesterday. Whatever. I didn't call the day before that, or the day before that. I haven't seen him since we got here and he's moving out of his parents' house this weekend and I know it will be really hard for him."
"How so?"
"He… doesn't really get along with them."
"I'm sure he'll be fine. You'll call him first thing in the morning." He said and let his hand rest on Harry's shoulder.
"I'm not sure if I want to. Last time I called him all we did was fight." Harry sighed, shifting a little so Tom could rub his shoulders.
"What about?"
"How I'm always busy these days. That we never see each other anymore. That I care more about this band than him." The raven haired boy let out a low moan as he felt his muscles relax.
"He just doesn't get the industry, yet. Trust me, once you get your album finished, you'll be ten times busier and you won't even have time to fight."
"Sounds great." Harry mumbled, leaning back against Tom's chest.
"Doesn't it?" Tom whispered into his ear. Harry shivered as he felt Tom's hot breath against his skin. The older boy's slender fingers found their way to the younger one's chest and began massaging the tight muscles there. Harry let his head fall on Tom's shoulder. He let out another throaty moan as the fingers traveled closer to his waist. But then Tom's fingertips found skin. Harry grabbed his arm, panting a little.
"Tom." He whispered, squeezing his arm.
"You want me to stop?"
"I…" Harry started, standing up and facing the other male. Tom leaned back against the couch and let Harry just look at him. Harry opened his mouth to speak but couldn't get a word out of his mouth. "Goodnight." And so he left the studio. He ran the stairs all the way up to the second floor where he shared a room with Cat, who had been fast asleep for hours. He lay down on his bed, not bothering to take off his clothes.
For a moment he had wanted to basically rip off Tom's clothes and… Well, do something he didn't even dare to think. What was wrong with him? He loved Draco, why would he want to do anything with Tom?
Because he missed Draco so much. Of course! He had been away from him for ages, he just wanted someone to touch him and he had only mixed Tom to Draco for a moment. Yes, that must be it.
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"Rise and shine ladies!" A voice that most certainly belonged Devian announced and an achingly bright light filled the room. Both Harry and Cat groaned and pulled their covers over their heads. "Oh c'mon, you've slept like twelve hours already. Get up!"
"Twelve hours ain't enough." Cat's muffled voice stated. Harry and Cat both sensed how Devian rolled his eyes.
"You're such drama queens. C'mon Cat, we're going out to shop today!"
"I don't wanna go out and shop."
Devian laughed. "Oh please! Even you don't believe that. Hey, we're going shopping in San fucking Francisco. I know you want to. And Harry's not coming." He smirked as it would settle the deal.
Harry shot up in his bed and stared at the smirking boy with a rather shocked expression. "What'd you mean 'Harry's not coming'?"
"You're staying here."
"Yes, I figured that out when you said that I'm not coming. Why am I not coming?"
"You have recordings, remember? You have to record the guitar and vocals for what the fuck was it… Dear carniwhore or whatever." Cat mumbled sleepily as he finally got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom.
"Oh yeah. So you're leaving me here alone with Tom?" Harry asked, rather alarmed.
"Yeah." Devian nodded. "Why? It hasn't bothered you before."
"No, it doesn't bother me, I just…"
"You just what?"
"Never mind, you just go and have fun."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, of course." Harry cracked a small smile with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
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"No, Harry, stop, come here for a second." Tom interrupted for the third time and Harry got out of the booth. "Sit down."
Harry sat and gave Tom a puzzled look. "What?"
"What's wrong?"
"What? Nothing's wrong." He lied, not looking at Tom.
"Does it bother you what happened last night?" The practically blonde asked.
"Nothing happened."
"Exactly. Then why are you so crappy today? Every time I've heard you play you've been excellent, incredibly good and fantastic. Now you just simply suck."
Harry still wouldn't look at him. Then he remembered something. "Can we take a break? I need to call Draco."
"Yeah, sure, whatever. You better not suck after that."
Again Harry ran the stairs all the way up to his room and grabbed his cell phone that lay on his desk. "C'mon, answer me." He muttered impatiently. "Baby! I'm so sorry I didn't call you yesterday."
"Why didn't you?" Draco's voice asked. He sounded like he had been crying.
"I lost the track of time and when I remembered it was already midnight. I thought you might've been in bed already and I didn't wanna wake you up. I'm sorry, honey." Harry explained leaning back against his pillow. "Is everything ok? You sound like you've been crying?"
"No, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Of course I am. Look, I have to go now, dad wants to see me."
"I guess you'll have to go then. I love you."
"Yeah, you too. Bye."
The connection was cut off before Harry had the chance to say 'bye' back. Well that was weird… He stood up and went down to the living room of the first floor and found Tom curled up on the couch watching MTV. He sat on the other end, keeping his eyes at Tom.
"How was he?" Tom asked softly. Harry shifted closer to him, ignoring the question. Soon they were only an inch away from each other. "What are you doing, Harry?"
The boy in question bit his lower lip and then leaned closer and pressed both of them against Tom's cheek. He let out his tongue and licked the soft skin. The other male turned his head, just a little bit, so that they were lips against lips. They both shifted so Harry could toss his other leg on the other side of Tom's body and cautiously he licked the older male's lower lip, requesting for entrance. The blonde moaned, letting Harry's tongue to slip in and grabbing his waist and pulling it closer to his own torso. He pulled Harry's shirt up a bit and their lips parted so the shirt could be removed entirely.
Tom instantly attacked Harry's neck and collarbone with his lips, making the boy moan and whine for pleasure. "Tom… God…" He gasped as Tom's fast lips moved down to his nipples. He pulled them both down so that he was lying on the couch and Tom was lying on top of him, kissing, licking and biting his upper body.
Harry ripped his shirt off too and smiled in awe at the gorgeous god-like body. Tom smirked as he noticed this and gently stroked the skin right above Harry's pants, asking for the permission to go further. The younger boy grabbed the older one's neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, answering all questions. But then, when Tom was just about to unbutton Harry's pants, the phone rang.
The voice from the real world seemed to snap them both out of some kind of trance. Tom basically dived to the phone and still panting he answered it. "Riddle. Oh, Snape, what kind of time is this to call, huh? Wha-? I wasn't fucking, what kind of question is that?"
Harry, also still breathless, buried his face into his hands. What the fuck was he doing? If Draco ever found out, he'd be as good as dead. He was too freaked out to notice that Tom had come off the phone and had now crawled next to him.
"So what now?"
Harry removed his hands from his face. "That can never happen again. I have a boyfriend, who I happen to love very much."
"You started it." Tom simply stated.
"You didn't stop it."
"Hey, I'm not the one with a relationship here. I didn't do anything wrong."
"You almost fucked an unavailable guy."
"It's your responsibility to keep your teenage hormones under control." Tom snapped and stood up. "Where in hell did you throw my shirt?"
"Hey, just because I'm a little younger than you- Don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" Harry jumped up and followed Tom to the second floor and into the blonde's bedroom. "You're just as much to blame here, you know!"
"Why? Why am I to blame? You just about threw yourself at me. What was I supposed to do? Push you away even though I want you just because you have a boyfriend? It's not my job to be your fucking conscience!"
Then out of nowhere, Harry jumped to the yelling man and pretty much attacked him with his lips. They stumbled to the bed and fell on it, Harry on top.
"Okay, now I'm saying that you have," Sigh. "A boy-" Gasp. "Friend and what we're doing is," Moan. "Wrong." Tom blurted out as Harry nibbled his collarbone.
"I don't care." Harry murmured against his skin. "I want you too much."
"Are you… Good god!" Tom gasped as Harry's teeth found the most sensitive spot on his skin, which happened to be on his left hipbone "Are you sure?"
"Don't ask me so difficult questions when I'm horny." Harry smirked and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Tom's pants.
"You're wearing too many clothes." The blonde muttered and unbuttoned the raven haired boy's pants and slipped them off.
"Better?" Harry sighed as Tom's fingers lightly stroked his growing erection.
"Much." Tom cracked a smile and suddenly he was on top. His hand gently rubbed Harry's thigh and the smile turned into a smirk. "I think we need something."
"Oh god yes…" Was Harry's simple but yet so… commanding answer. Still smirking like a cat that had just drank his cream, Tom reached to his drawer and took a small bottle into his hand. He covered two of his fingers with the lube and inserted the first one inside Harry, softly stroking him the whole time. Then he added the second finger, pumping them in and out, making Harry pant harder and harder.
"I suppose you've done this before." Tom smirked.
"Hell yeah…" Moan. "Gosh, just… fuck me already."
"Impatient, are we?" But he did cover his manhood with the lube and pushed himself inside Harry.
After a while, when the pain had gone and pleasure had replaced it, when both of them were moaning the name of the other and other words that couldn't be understood, silent tears started to stream upon Harry's cheeks. Salty tears mixed with salty sweat and he didn't even know he was crying. But he was.
Tom licked Harry's cheek and bit his ear, tormenting him with his hot breath against his skin. Finally, moaning and screaming, Harry found his climax, scratching Tom's back with his pathetic excuses of nails, and soon after Tom released himself inside him. He collapsed on the bed, panting. Slowly he turned to his side and pressed his lips against Harry's. But he pushed away and Harry sat up, now finally realizing that he had cried the whole time.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm an asshole, that's wrong." The raven haired male spat and put on his boxers and pants. "Where's my shirt…?"
"Downstairs. You said you didn't care."
"I know, and I didn't."
Tom raised his upper body so he was leaning on his elbows. "Now you do."
Harry nodded, standing up. "Yeah. I'm really sorry. About everything."
"I know. But I'm not. Regret ain't my thing, you know."
"I've noticed." Silence fell between the men as Harry wiped the mix of sweat and tears away from his face.
"We don't have to record the song today, if you don't want to."
"No, I can do it. I just need to take a shower first." Harry left the room and went to his own. He stepped into the bathroom he and Cat shared with Devian and Rory and turned on the water. It burned his skin red like a lobster but he didn't care. Guilt was burning him inside and outside.
-
"Hey, you guys had fun working?" Devian grinned and jumped on Harry's bed. The boy lying on the bed groaned. "I'll take that as a no. Guess what I bought?" No answer. "Fine, be that way." Devian snapped, pretending to be insulted. "I'm just gonna go annoy Cat then."
But Harry wasn't left in peace. Rory sat on the bed next to him. "What's wrong, Hardy?"
"Nothing."
Rory ripped the hand away from Harry's face and forced him to open his eyes. "You've never been that good of a liar. C'mon, tell me. Did you screw the song completely?"
"No, the song is fine."
"Good. So we can go home tomorrow. You get to see Draco again. You should be excited."
"I know. And I am excited."
"Oh please, you call this excited? You lie there like a fucking dead fish." Harry cracked a small smile at this. "Oh my god, he can smile? It's a miracle! Seriously, Harry, what's wrong?" Silence. "Did something happen with Tom?" No answer. "So it did. Did you fight?"
"No."
"Okay, did he try to take over your place in the band?"
"No."
"Well, did he… tell you you're a crappy singer?"
"No."
"Did you fuck?" Silence. Rory gazed down. The word 'guilty' was written all over Harry's face. "You didn't?"
"I didn't mean it to happen. It just did. Draco was acting all weird in the phone and then I was kissing Tom and then the phone rang and we yelled at each other and then I jumped him and suddenly his cock was inside me!" Harry cried, sitting up.
"Okay, I don't need to hear the words 'Tom' and 'cock' in the same sentence. But… Don't you love Draco?"
"I do!"
"Then why…?"
"Because I'm an asshole idiot! I don't know. Draco was acting really weird in the phone when I called him and I suppose I felt like I wasn't, you know, wanted. Tom wanted me."
Rory sighed. "Harry, darling, you can't go cheating on your boyfriend every time he acts funny. What you think is gonna happen when he finds out?"
"He's gonna break up with me." Harry whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "First he's gonna kill me and then he will leave me. Then he will find someone who's worth having him and I'll be miserable for the rest of my life. Alone and miserable." More tears started to stream down the flushed cheeks. "I can't tell him, Roy. I just can't."
"You have to. What if someone else tells him? Then he'll know that you've been lying to him."
"Not telling isn't the same as lying-"
"Yes, it is. When it comes to cheating, it is exactly the same. Harry, if Devian ever cheated on me, I would want to hear it from him."
"But then you would kill and leave him?"
"Well, I would definitely kill him," Rory wiped Harry's tears away. "But I don't think I'd leave him. I love him too much, I couldn't live without him. I would find a way to forgive him."
"But-"
"But nothing. Draco can't forgive you if he doesn't know what you've done. You need to tell him."
Harry swallowed. "Okay."
-
"Harry!" Draco shrieked, much like a girl, and jumped to him like a cat, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too." Harry whispered as he pushed the blonde away. "Drake, we need to talk-"
"Yeah, in a minute, just come check out my flat first. I can't believe I have my own flat." The blonde practically dragged Harry into the small living room/kitchen/bedroom.
"Your what?"
"My flat. Gee, Harry, do you have to be so American? My apartment. My own home."
"Why don't you stop being such a British snob-" Harry started with a wide grin. Draco glared at him.
"Very funny, you American idiot." He smiled softly and sat on the very small and old looking couch. "Come here." He muttered and pulled Harry on top of him. Gently he pressed his lips on the raven haired one of the boys and suppressed a smile when he felt him kissing back. The blonde slipped out his tongue and licked Harry's lower lip for entrance. It was soon granted and as his tongue rushed to explore the mouth, his hands rushed to explore the body. After a moment he pulled away, leaving them both gasping for air. "Why are you wearing a turtle neck?"
"Because," My neck is full of marks you didn't make. "I decided to try something new. You like?"
"Nah. Sorry, you don't look too hot in it." Draco told, earning a playful smack in the head. "So what did you wanna talk about, you violent Yankee?"
"I-" Harry started but the words were caught in his throat. Just say it! But he couldn't. "I love you."
"Was that it?"
Harry lay his head down on Draco's chest, breathing in his scent. "Yeah."
"In that case, I love you too."
Soon Draco was asleep, but even though his steady breathing was soothing, Harry couldn't sleep. He felt a big knot in his stomach. A knot he knew wasn't going to open anytime soon.
A/N: Like I said, please don't kill me. Review, but don't kill me. I'm so sorry.