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PG13: 1

Thus there will be a 'smut start' and 'smut ends' bit for those more sensitive about such. (Few tho they may be.)

Enjoy~

"Here," Jeff said, letting go of Harry's hand to lean forward and pick something up from the ground. In the deep darkness of the night it was hard to tell what.

"Here?" Harry frowned as he stared at the black shadows rising up ahead of him.

As the moon slowly escaped from under a dark cloud, Harry perceived an old, abandoned house that rose up like a rebel for almost two floors and what might be an attic -a halfway decent abode, compared to the partly burned barn-house that was barely clinging to it's own walls next to it.

It was by no means a nice, respectable house. It was old, and smelled slightly of rot and old dirt.

The windows on both floors were a mixture of broken and miraculously intact -although somehow this seemed to enhance it's charm, rather than take away from it.

He'd seen it before, of course. I the daytime.

It clung to the earth in that sagging way that some old houses do, and it looked just about ready to be swallowed up by the forest behind it. And yet it was standing, forcing itself up like a proud rebel that refused to die. Refused to give up and let nature reclaim it.

It had not looked nearly so imposing in daylight, as it did at night, Harry realized.

He took a step closer to Jeff, and Jeff placed his warm, strong arm around him.

"Hold out your hand," he said. Harry could almost hear his smile, even if he could not see it.

"What? Why?" Harry said. But even as he said it, his hand rose up to do as Jeff asked.

Jeff stroked a finger across Harry's palm, making him shiver ever so slightly, before placing something hard and heavy in his open palm, and closing Harry's fingers around it.

Harry looked down on the hard, slightly jagged object in his hand, and much to his surprise, discovered the strange object turned out to be a quite ordinary rock.

He looked up at Jeff, eyes widened, his head tilting to the side. Why had Jeff given him a rock?

"Throw it," Jeff urged.

"But..." Harry looked at the house, then back at Jeff. He bit his lip. He'd be in so much trouble...

"Nobody will notice. Trust me," Jeff placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze, and Harry squared himself up, taking comfort in Jeff's touch.

Harry took a deep breath, then he threw the rock, aiming for a window on the upper floor.

Years of Quidditch had given him a great hand-eye coordination, and the rock flew steadily towards the window. It shattered the window with a loud, terrible crashing of glass.

The sound rang loud and hollow in the cathedral-like silence of the night.

Harry felt as if his heart would beat it's way out of his chest as he looked around, but he saw nothing. Nobody was there. Nobody would tell his aunt and uncle, or drag him to jail... Nothing...

His thoughts were interrupted by another shattering of glass. This time it sounded far away, yet close.

"Come on! Just imagine it's the house of those fake fuckers you know! And the pretentious asshole at school!" Jeff grinned and tossed another rock, before handing Harry a new one.

Harry imagined the house to be the windows of Malfoy's stupid manor, and tossed the rock as hard as he could. Stupid Malfoy's and their stupid mansion with their stupid, stuck-up bully of a son!

It flew straight into the glass and shattered it with a satisfying crash. Harry felt the fear dissolve in his chest, and a strange sense of anticipation blooming -similar, yet different. His heart-beat quickened, and his palms felt anything but dry. He wiped them at his pants and picked up another rock.

"You're a natural at this!" Jeff said, pulling him into another earth-shattering kiss, making Harry's head spin and feel like it was filled with cotton-candy, before he went back to tossing rocks. Crashing, smashing, shattering the glass.

Harry's grin stretched from ear to ear as he laughed and followed his lead. Making it almost a competition. Who could break the window best? Not just make a whole, but the whole damned glass?

Jeff grinned and laughed in return, and ever so often pulled Harry close, adjusting his grip a little and showing him how to aim better. Like Harry even needed it.

He suspected it was just an excuse for Jeff to touch him, but he leaned into it and listened to his every mellifluent word.

And if he missed on purpose a few times, just so he could ask Jeff for help... Well... That was just fair, wasn't It?

He leaned into Jeff's touch and smiled in a way that made his face light up and his eyes crinkle.

All the anger from before had evaporated, and all that existed now, in this moment, was him and Jeff. Jeff and him.

And those warm, gentle touches, sweet as a summer breeze...

The wind picked up and rushed through Jeff's hair, making it fly behind him like an ancient knightly figure, while forcing it's cold fingers through the fabric of Harry's hoodie-jacket and t-shirt, making him shiver.

He looked over at Jeff, and a slight touch to Jeff's bare arm confirmed the other boy was cold as ice.

Jeff looked over him with a wide grin, appearing for all the world to be unaffected by the weather while tossing a rock up and down in his hand. A hand that must surely be as cold and stiff as his arm.

Jeff looked unaffected, but Harry could tell he was cold. His skin was freezing and his cheeks red, and Harry got the feeling Jeff was trying to not show it because of him. Perhaps so he wouldn't feel he had to give back the jacket maybe?

Harry flushed with pleasure at the thought, but he understood pride. He also understood sacrificing himself for others -in this case, his own pride for Jeff's. He doubted Jeff would ever admit he was cold.

"It's a bit cold, isn't it? Maybe we should..." he swallowed hard. He didn't want to say it. Didn't want to break the spell of this wonderful night, and...

...and what?

He didn't want to lose Jeff, he realized. And if he headed back now, he felt as tho maybe he would.

Like Cinderella dreading the coming of midnight, Harry dreaded the eventual separation from his glorious dream. Suggesting to leave would be breaking the spell that made this night magical. He wished it would never end.

What if he woke up tomorrow and realized this was all a dream? What if Jeff suddenly learned how much of a looser Harry really was and didn't want to see him again? He bit his lip.

"Nevermind," he said, smiling up at Jeff. Then he thought of something.

"Hey! Do you think there's anything left in the barn? Like some old stuff that didn't burn with the rest of it?" Harry said, looking over at the half-burnt shell of hayloft that beckoned them in through the missing wall, where it sat close and tired next to the old house.

Most of the walls had burned down in the fire, but there was a part of it that still had three walls standing, precariously held together by a sliver of roof. It should shield them from the wind, at least a little bit.

Jeff's eyes glittered in the moonlight, and his smile was as mischievous as a delighted Puck.*

"C'm on!" he said with a grin, grabbing Harry's hand and jerked him along.

Harry felt his heart racing a million miles an hour, as his feet pounded the ground, trying to keep up with Jeff's longer strides. And Jeff himself seemed to have an endless supply of energy that he put into everything he did.

Did Jeff ever slow down and just walk?

Harry couldn't help but laugh as he was pulled along to the ramshackle barn that loomed in front of them.

Somehow, for some strange and mysterious reason, being with Jeff just made everything better. More fun. Exiting! Magical.

And the way Jeff had jumped at his idea made Harry feel a warm sensation swirling in his gut, a bright shining ball of joy that warmed him from within, in a way not even the howling winds could touch.

So what if the winds blew cold and his hands were turning into icicles! His face flushed and his heart pounded, and every touch from Jeff was like electricity, sending sparks of warmth straight into his heart.

He'd never felt so wonderful in his entire life. Nor so alive!

And somewhere, far, far away, in a darkened mansion atop a large ancestral hill, a snake-like figure felt his cold, black heart beat faster and a chill touching his skin, and his stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies -it was like nothing he had ever felt before.

He felt a shiver of fear run down his spine at this strange, unknown emotion. Unknown meant dangerous. He glared around, trying to find something or someone that might have caused it.

Unable to locate the source of this unsettling emotion, he turned his angry red gaze to the worthless worm of a man before him and intoned;

"Crucio!"

The scent of something long since burned -half rot, half ashes- lingered in the air of the half-burnt barn, even tho the air flowed freely through the missing fourth wall.

Harry attentively stepped over a few fallen planks on the floor, trying to avoid the rubble that had fallen down and gathered up over the years.

The night was pitch black, and the moon did not shine it's pale light upon the old, worn-out floor -beyond a small strip of light that gently floated in from a window at the far end. The roof was -both luckily and unluckily- intact. It blocked the light just as efficiently as a fully-walled barn would.

"Wait here," Jeff said, and dashed off into the darkness from whence they came.

"Wait!" Harry said, as he felt Jeff's hand slip from his own, bringing with it a strange sense of loss.

He looked around as best he could in the dark, guided only by the light of the moon shining in through the small far-away window on the other side. In the quietude of his solitary plight his sigh sounded as loud as cussing in a cathedral.

Everything was a fun adventure with Jeff. He brought with him a sense of wonder and excitement that Harry had long since missed.

But now that Jeff had left him, for however long, the loneliness he had been feeling before loomed over his head like a nostalgic shadow.

'Was I always this lonely, and never noticed? Or do I just miss Jeff -even tho we've barely just met, and hardly even been apart?'

Harry decided to place his worries and doubt on a shelf, and bring up that gryffindor bravery and explore the place alone. Jeff would catch up when he came, he felt sure of it.

Giving a pile of rotten plans a light kick, he wondered what Jeff could be doing, why he left.

And he felt a small burst of excitement and anticipation thinking of all the possible reasons -without being able to think of a single one in specific. But everything that Jeff had shown him thus far had been amazing!

So many things that he had never paid attention to, never noticed how special they were, even tho he'd walked by them his entire life... All those feelings -the butterflies in his stomach, the warmth of a human touch, the giddy excitement that made him almost giggle -tho he restrained himself from that.

All these things... It was all thanks to Jeff!

Harry wore a soft smile on his face, even as he carefully wiggled one foot after the other between the mess that was on the floor. Testing it's stability before daring to place his weight down. One step. Then another. And another.

And before he knew it, he was halfway across the floor -or at least, that was his best estimate of it. And everything around him was dark as the deepest abyss, or the grandest cave.

He fumbled around in the darkness, squinting, trying to see what might lie beyond, when suddenly the world lit up from behind him and a ladder, not two feet to the left, came into sight.

It was leaning on a half-burnt second store, he realized. And he was suddenly curious about what it might hide. But not nearly as curious as he was about the sudden light.

"Wha-?" he said, and turned around. Only to be greeted with the crooked grin on Jeff's face. The same grin that always made his heart skip a beat.

Merlin, that smile ought to be outlawed! He felt his knees go weak.

"Flashlight," Jeff said, knocking his hand on the sturdy tool that must have been 50 years old, "The tool of the mighty explorers,"

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Then come over here, oh mighty explorer, and explore what's up this ladder,"

Jeff flashed him a confident grin and strolled over to Harry with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"But what if I'd rather explore what's right..." Jeff tugged down the zipper of the hoddie Harry wore, and pushed both it and Harry's t-shirt off his left shoulder, "...here..." he kissed a trail down Harry's neck, making him shiver.

"Ah..."

Jeff bit down lightly on his shoulder, and Harry felt himself go weak in the knees. He grabbed a hold of Jeff's strong arms to steady himself.

"Jeff..." he breathed.

He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. Jeff pushed him up against the wall and caught his red lips in a deep, passionate kiss that Harry tried his very best to follow. If only the euphoric fog in his head would let up long enough to remember how...

A small moan slipped from his lips, and Jeff's hands strayed down underneath his shirt. Harry bit back another moan, but grabbed the hand all the same.

Something flickered in his chest. A desire. A fear. And certainty of what he had never know. And yet...

"Jeff..." he said, placing his hand on Jeff's arm as his hands had now slipped lower, toying with the hem of his makeshift belt.

"Not here," he said, looking up at Jeff with big, worried eyes, biting his lip.

Jeff frowned, and suddenly Harry got worried he might not want to be with him anymore, if he did not let him... He'd been so nice to Harry! And Harry had given him nothing in return! But this... Here...? Now...?

Then Jeff smiled and pulled his hand back, moving his body away from Harry and making him ache with the loss.

"You're right," Jeff said, looking around, "We're on an adventure. Let's explore this place first!"

Jeff gave a small shrug and grinned, although it looked a little forced to Harry's eyes. His chest clenched in fear, but Jeff's excitement was contagious.

"C'm on! Let's see what's up here!"

He pulled Harry towards the ladder, and the good mood from before slowly returned as they climbed. Harry let out a relieved sigh.

He dearly hoped Jeff wouldn't think less of him, and... it wasn't like he didn't want to take it further! He did! Honestly!

Jeff's touch had done something to certain parts of his anatomy that he'd only ever explored in the deep, shameful darkness of the night when everyone else was asleep. Things he never told anyone about, not even Ron. Especially not Ron.

But Harry had barely even kiss a girl, never mind a guy! And as much as he kept thinking about it, doing... doing that with a guy... it was kinda scary.

How would it even work?

He looked over at Jeff's beautiful face and chiseled chest and he blushed, turning around in a pretense to look out the window, with a happy smile on his face.

Harry's mouth fell open as he spied the large stack of books in the cone of light from the torch in Jeff's hand. The more of the floor the light swept across, the more of the books and comicbooks were revealed, seemingly tossed around without care.

And yet, for all of this, they seemed remarkably untouched by wind and weather. And paired with a few half-empty boxes scattered around, it lead Harry to believe he and Jeff were not the first people to lay eyes on such an impressive treasure-trove.

"Hey, look at this! Batman in Detective Comics #64. Damn that's old!" Jeff said.

"What's a Bat man? " Harry asked, moving closer to Jeff trying to get a closer look.

"You're shitting me! Brits don't have Batman?!" Jeff sounded incredulous, his mouth hanging halfway open and his eyes wide.

"Oh, I..um... I wasn't allowed to read comics..." Harry muttered, his face flushing in shame. He did not cover it with his hands, but he very much felt like doing so.

"Harry, buddy... Don't take this the wrong way, but... Your family Suuuucks!"

Harry laughed so hard that tears blurred his vision. He took the glasses off his nose and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, a grim smile on his face.

"You have no idea,"

"Know what would cheer you up?"

"What?"

"Comics!" Jeff grinned and rummaged through the stack available. "Oooh! Here we go!" he grinned and held out a comic for Harry to take.

He accepted the offered magazine and looked at the cigarette-smoking priest on the cover, furrowing his brow.

"Preacher?" Harry said.

He raised his eyebrow as he looked up on Jeff, making him laugh.

"It's nothing preachy about it, trust me!" Jeff grinned. "C'm on! I'll read to you!" he teased and opened his arms wide. His body-language was always so expressive. Although his late-night peppiness made Harry vaguely wonder if Jeff might be taking drugs... He wished he could say that Jeff would never do that, but...

Still he couldn't help but feel amused at the exaggerated way he acted, and had to hide a small smile in his hand.

Sliding down onto the floor, following Jeff's example, he leaned into Jeff's side at his open-armed gesture, while handing the comic over to Jeff.

He'd never had parents, or even parental figures that would read to him, but if he had, he supposed it would feel nothing at all like this.

Mainly because being so close to the masculine scent of whatever soap Jeff was using, and rubbing against his strong, lean body evoked feelings in his own body that no parents ever would. Especially that hard, pulsating sensation in certain areas down south...

"Alright, so, some backstory... Jesse -that's this guy- is a Preacher, and he's possessed by this supernatural creature that's half angel, half devil that gives him super-awesome power, and-" Jeff starts, reaching around Harry to hold the comic, and point.

Harry smiles as he curled up in Jeff's arms, feeling safe and -at the same time- extremely vulnerable. But even beyond that, he also felt vastly entertained.

Jeff has a unique and funny way of looking at things -even the horrible violence in those pictures- and never failed to make him laugh.

And Harry has to admit that if this is what is in comics -all supernatural stuff and violence and naked people- then it makes sense that the Dursley's wouldn't want him to read it.

A strangely rebellious and smug smile spreads across his face as he listens to Jeff's deep, soothing voice play out all of the different characters in the comic.

There was a warm, vindictive glow in his chest, as he did something that he had been denied for so long, and he had to admit... He liked it!

Harry couldn't help but let a small yawn slip from his pink lips.

He had no idea what time it was, but he got the feeling the sky had become a bit brighter than it had been before. The dim room seemed ever so slightly brighter with the oncoming dawn, for all that it was still hours away.

"Tired?" Jeff asked, brushing a strand of hair from Harry's face with a gentle motion, making Harry blush as he raised his drooping green eyes up towards him.

"Mh," Harry said, a tired smile stretching across his face. "But 's not like I can go home or anything," he said, yawning out the last few words, making them difficult to understand.

"I know where you can sleep," Jeff said, understanding perfectly.

He stretched his own arms and let out a murmuring sigh of contentment, but his eyes looked a bit glaced, and his hand flew to his mouth to cover a yawn of his own.

As he stood up he reached a hand down to help Harry to his feet, and they both climbed down the ladder like two semi-conscious sloths.

Harry was grateful for Jeff's hand as he rubbed his eye with his fist and let Jeff lead him wherever he wanted to go.

And judging from the found way Jeff smiled at him, he must have looked rather cute doing so, and Harry couldn't help but smile tiredly back, in his own, found way.

Jeff picked up something from the mess in the barn, something Harry could not quite make out, and then leisurely tugged Harry towards the main building, and it's sturdier four walls.

In the slowly dawning day, Harry could now see that what Jeff had picked up was some kind of floor mat or blanket of some kind. It was too big to be a doormat, but not by much. It looked thick and rough and worn out.

Jeff let go of Harry's hand just long enough to put the mat down over the bottom of a broken window that was just about ground-level -or as close as a ground floor window ever get to that.

As he looked around he noticed that there was some boxes stacked close to the wall, in a way that would make a perfect stair up to it, once Jeff placed them down. And for all that Harry may sometimes be a bit dense and prone to accept things as they came along, he sincerely doubted they had been placed against the wall by accident.

"After you~" Jeff said with a silly bow, holding his hand out to help Harry like a grinning roguish gentleman.

Harry felt his cheeks flush with heat, and he could barely hold back a small smile, and hid it cutely behind his hand. The long sleeves of Jeff's jacket touched his lips, and he breathed in the masculine scent that was Jeff, making his head spin.

He was much too tired to argue, and more than happy to have another excuse to touch Jeff again. For some reason he just couldn't get enough of the raven-haired boy's touches. It was quickly becoming an addiction.

Strange, to a boy whom usually disliked to be touched...

Harry felt a bit unsure about climbing through a window like a thief, but if Jeff said it was okay, it probably was. And it wasn't like anyone lived her or anything. Not for many years. He'd hardly be intruding.

Inside the darkened house there was a smattering of furniture that looked old and worn down.A couch that looked half-eaten by mice or moth was missing one pillow in it's seat. A table in front of it was pushed half aside and seemed more shadow than wood in the dark night. And there were dark stains on what might have once been a carpet, and a chair standing seemingly random and alone in the middle of the room, but it was hard to see more in the dusky dark.

In the light of the flashlight, as Jeff moved it across the room, the furniture's themselves also seemed to be covered in some kind of dark stains Harry wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know what was.

"I've never been inside an abandoned house before," Harry said, taking in the sights as best he could. "It's kinda cool,"

And creepy, he thought to himself.

"It's not much to look at, but people don't come here much. It's a good place to go when you need to get away from everything,"

Harry opened the cabinet doors, careful not to touch the brown, sticky splatters on it. But the shelves were all empty, and one of them tilting precariously down, broken. Only a single bottle of unidentifiable clear liquid could be seen, and there was a definitive risk that it was the only thing holding up the shelf above it.

"Get over here! And bring the vodka in the closet! The one to the right!" Jeff yelled from a room off the side of the living-room somewhere.

Harry didn't see any other bottles in any of the cupboard closets, so he assumed the unrecognizable clear liquid must be vodka.

It wasn't a substance he'd seen before, but he'd heard of it -mostly when the tv was playing in the background. Or seen posters off on the buss-stops he passed to school, telling everyone to 'Buy Beefeaters, the best London Dry Gin ever' -or something like that. He couldn't remember what the vodka one said tho.

When he finally got to the right room he found he had to stifle a giggle.

Jeff was currently in the process of lighting up a few candles that seemed to be permanently fused to the various furniture's in the room, slowly dripping red or white wax onto the table, shelf and low chair -but that was not what had caught his attention.

In the furthest corner of the room, a short bit away from the half-broken window, there was a large mattress that had been covered in blankets and pillows -making a little nest.

A few comic books laid strewn next to it, and some plastic cups had been set out on a low stool directly to its right, creating a make-shift table.

The whole place reminded Harry of some kind of secret club, or runaway hangout. And Jeff in his black t-shirt and ripped jeans looked exactly like one of those 'damned punk kids' that his uncle always sneered at on telly.

Jeff finished up lighting the last candle, and proceeded to flop onto his back on the large mattress.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if it had always been here, or if Jeff had hauled the gigantic thing down from the master bedroom upstairs all by himself. If he had, it was impressive. That thing was huge!

"C'm on. There's plenty of room," he said and patted the mattress next to him.

When Harry's lip quirked into a small smile on the way over, Jeff wiggled his eyebrows playfully at him, making him laugh.

Harry carefully placed the vodka bottle on the make-shift table and flopped down next to Jeff, bouncing slightly on the old mattress before it settled, and not-quite-accidentally nor gentle let himself bounce onto Jeff.

"Ooof. Geroff!" Jeff laughed and shoved him off his chest.

Harry just laughed and reached over for the strange bottle.

"So is this the stuff you wanted me to bring?"

"Yeah. It's good shit that one. Store-bought! Even if the label has peeled off," he grabbed the bottle and proceeded to pour some of it into the cup and hand it to Harry, "

Ever had vodka before?" he asked as Harry tentatively accepted the plastic cup.

Harry shook his head.

"You'll love it! I mean... not the taste, obviously, not without something to mix it with, but it'll make you feel good," he said, pouring himself a glass as well.

"You make me feel good, Harry muttered, then blushed. "I'll try some!" he quickly amended and put the cup to his lips, just to have something to hide behind. He couldn't believe he just said that!

"I can make you feel even better..." Jeff said, trailing his hand up Harry's leg.

Harry blushed furiously and took a sip from the cup to avoid having to respond. He grimaced at the taste, but he did feel like he felt a bit calmer. Especially after the second sip, which didn't taste quite as bad as the first. He decided to try for a third...

He wondered if maybe it worked like a calming potion. And with the way Jeff had put down his own glass and moved to straddle him, with those warm hands sliding up his chest underneath his t-shirt... he really needed it.

He took yet another sip. It was definitely tasting better now. Or at least less foul.

Jeff looked beautiful, crowned by the flickering light, his eyes burning with some strange and enticing desire, and Harry found himself hypnotized unable to look away.

"You're beautiful..." he said, the words exhaled with a sense of awe to them.

This time, Jeff was the one to blush. Harry smiled at the sight and brought the cup back to his lips.

Harry took another sip and felt the pleasant warmth spreading through his body. Feeling emboldened he reached the hand that was not holding the cup up and gently pulled Jeff's face down towards his own, the pressed his liquor soaked lips to Jeff's own in a deep, sweet kiss.

Jeff responded with a dark passion verging of obsession, and Harry felt as if he might be swallowed up whole if he was not careful. Like Little Red Riding Hood giving in to the Big Bad Wolf.

His heart ached, and his nose were filled with the sweet, musky scent that was all Jeff.

His hands entangled themselves into the long, dark locks of the larger boy, as he gave into Jeff's dominating passion. He opened his lips and let the more experienced boy lead the way, showing him what to do.

After they came up for air, Harry realized he wanted to touch that beautiful face, and the strong, muscular body that was all Jeff, so badly...

He took one last sip of courage, then threw the now empty cup down on the floor, not caring if it spilled whatever sticky drops that may be left onto the floor.

All he could think about was the nice, foggy feeling in his head, and the beautiful visage of the raven-haired man before him.

He reached up, running his fingers across the lines and outlines of Jeff's face, caressing it. His lips were parted and his face flushed, his eyes wide with awe.

"So beautiful..." he whispered, before tentatively sliding his hands down Jeff's chest. Was it always this warm in here?

Smut Starts

"You can touch if you like~" Jeff teased, leaning down to kiss Harry's neck, just below his ear, biting his neck. Harry gasped. "...Everything~" he said, before giving the red mark a seductive lick.

Harry let out a low keening sound and wiggled underneath him. It was too hot, and certain places down south was feeling tight and throbbing, and entirely too tightly trapped. And he longed for Jeff's forbidden touch...

Jeff pulled off his t-shirt and placed Harry's hands on his chest, leaving Harry to marvel at his sculpted it was. Not overly muscular -not as such- but you could see he lived a very active life, and had plenty of food to support it.

So unlike Harry's own, scrawny chest. Although the way Jeff's eyes roamed over his body as Jeff slipped his own, large hands underneath Harry's t-shirt and pulled it up was making him wonder if all that Quidditch practice might not have paid off after all...

Harry felt the tightness in his trousers grow, and a flush of anticipation rushed through him.

He also felt a little worried, but he couldn't for the life of him remember why. Not when everything felt so good, and his head felt as if it was floating, and his trousers, and clothes in general, felt so constricting. And then there was Jeff... And Jeff...

Harry allowed the t-shirt to leave his body, and he quickly untied the cord that he used as a belt, pushing his trousers down a bit, freeing him from the fabric that suddenly felt was in the way.

Jeff trailed kisses down Harry's chest, making Harry gasp and shiver. And just as Jeff licked his nipples, blowing cold air, then giving it a light bite, Harry let out a soft moan.

"Oh, Jeff-!"

"Don't worry, Harry. I'll take good care of you," he said, kissing and licking his way down Harry's chest, before quickly pulling Harry's trousers all the way down and off him.

Somehow it was making him feel both naked and vulnerable, yet at the same time so very, very excited.

He was about to speak up, but the Jeff unbuckled his own belt, and pulled them off, tossing them to the side, and all Harry could do was stare at the bulge in his underpants in fascination.

Then Jeff slid his hand down to brush against his own hard member, and Harry let out a whimpering gasp.

"Oh, Jeff!"

"Want to touch...?" Jeff whispered, guiding Harry's hand towards the bulge in his pants that had so captivated the smaller boy's attention before.

Harry stroked his hand against it, causing Jeff to let out a murmuring sound of approval. It twitched under his touch like a wild beast. It felt strange, and yet caused a similar reaction in his own body, even as he brushed the palm of his hand against it. Stroking it through the fabric of Jeff's pants.

His breath quickened, and Jeff's eyes darkened with passion, and the air smelled of something primal and salty -something very much like he knew arousal smelled like, being a boy himself.

He blushed fiercely at the thought, and what it might entail.

"I...I..." he gasped, just as Jeff's hands slid underneath the fabric of his own pants, and touched his aching arousal.

Harry gasped. Moaned. His hips shot upwards, pushing himself into Jeff's waiting hands. And Jeff wasted no time in wrapping his big, calloused hand around him.

A spark like electricity shot through his body, and Harry moaned like a wanton whore.

At this point he wasn't sure if he could say no to anything Jeff asked of him, or even form a coherent reason for why he would. And there was a primal drive growing inside his loins pushing for more, more and, oh, More~!

"Ah...ah..." Harry whimpered and moaned as Jeff's skillful hand stroked him.

Jeff looked very much like he enjoyed himself, a big grin on his face, his free hand palming at his own erection -the sight alone was almost enough to make Harry cum.

And then it was gone, and Harry whimpered at the loss.

The sense of loss was overwhelming, as that amazingly skilled hand retreated from his drooling member to push at the constricting fabric keeping him caged.

Freed from the constricting, sticky fabric, his length was finally allowing his aching pole to stand up straight -making Harry hide his face and blush, even as his breath quickened.

Harry had very nearly sobbed when he was robbed of Jeff's wonderful touch, but his joy quickly returned when Jeff removed his own pants, and he moved Harry's hand to touch his slippery tool.

Harry gathered up his courage, and let his curiosity drive him forward as he touched, and gently squished this tool was was like his own, yet nothing like it at all.

Jeff's stiff pole was bigger, for one thing, but it was also so very clearly not his...and that made a world of difference.

Harry looked up at Jeff, and he loved the way his hands made Jeff squint his eyes closed, his mouth fall open, and caused that sexy, deep groan to force it's way out from his chest and spill from his mouth and to Harry's waiting ears.

Harry longed for Jeff's touch, and the pleasure it brought, but he loved the way Jeff's body responded to his own touch even more, and took great pleasure in giving this wonderful guy something wonderful, in return for all the wonderful things Jeff had done for him.

But even as he contemplated letting Jeff do everything he wanted, he still felt a sense of trepidation at going further still. Even more so as he looked at the thick hardness in his hand...

It was so big. And what was he supposed to do with it? He wasn't a girl, how would that even work? Harry bit his lip, unsure of what to do next.

Jeff, however, seemed to have no such qualms. And with the skillful way he manipulated Harry's own pleasure, Harry suspected this wasn't the first time Jeff had done something like this. But Harry was unable to formulate any thoughts as to whether that was a good or a bad thing. Not with the pleasant haze erasing his thoughts, and fueling the fire in his loins.

He placed a hand on Jeff's chest even as Jeff moved even closer, sliding himself further down and aligning their throbbing members together.

Harry felt a sting of fear. A short stab of panic. The haze that had covered his mind the last few minutes lifted, at least a little bit. Enough to think. To worry. To fear.

"D...don..." he licked his lips, a worried look on his face, "I... It's... I've never..."

Jeff looked disappointed, and leaned in close.

"You'll love it. Don't worry. I'll be gentle," he whispered, and nibbled Harry's ear.

"N... I... Uh..." he tried to formulate his thoughts, but Jeff's gentle ministrations made it difficult.

He felt a slight twig of panic. He wasn't ready for this! Not yet! He wanted it, but...

Jeff must have seen the panic showing on his face, because he pulled back.

Then he leaned over Harry and stroked the hair from Harry's face with a gentle touch.

"How about a handjob? You jerk off, don't you? It won't be that different, just better. I promise. And maybe next time you won't feel so scared," Jeff looked worried. Maybe he feared rushing it had killed the mood.

Harry bit his lip, considering. He could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, and his member twitched and pulsated and demanded release, even now.

"Just touch? Like we just did?" he asked, gathering his courage. They'd touched already, but he'd not have time to think about what that actually meant, nor where it would end.

"Just touch," Jeff said, smiling down at him. A brush of Jeff's hard rod against his own -which may have been accidental, but then again, maybe not- made it hard to think.

"O...okay. Just touch," he said, swallowing his fears. It was safe, he told himself. Even if he'd just met Jeff today, he felt as if he'd known him forever. And his mind felt calm and hazy and just...good. It made everything Jeff said sound like a good idea.

Jeff slid a knee between Harry's legs, spreading them. Then he pushed Harry down onto the bed with a fierce kiss, while his hand slipped and slithered down his chest, and further down between his legs.

Harry let out a gasp. It felt amazing!

He hesitantly moved his own hand down toward Jeff's manhood, not wanting to be selfish. He tried to copy Jeff's movements. Up and down. A gentle squeeze. The rubbing of his thumb across the head of Jeff's drooling beast, before sliding his hand down the now slick pole.

Every step of the way, Jeff guided him, showed his what to do. And Harry, eager to learn, eager to please, followed.

Harry reached down to play with Jeff's balls -like the other boy was doing to him- and he marveled at the texture, but only for a second, as his own pleasure rose up and tore a wanton moan from his throat. Mingling and mixing with the hot, erotic sounds that came from Jeff. A deep moan, a strangled groan, almost a growl.

Jeff bit down on Harry's neck, at the same time as he gave Harry's pulsating member a light squeeze, making the smaller boy cry out. His voice rapidly changed from lustful whimpers to half-chocked moans.

As Jeff continued to manipulate his aching member, Harry lost all control of his own actions, and could only lay back and enjoy the pleasure -caught in the slowly building fire in his loins, that strong, desperate need for release. Clawing at the sheets. Biting the back of his hand to hold back the wanton screams.

His hips moved on their own, chasing his own completion, even as he whimpered and moaned -almost sobbed at the pressure building inside him.

He truly did let out a sob when Jeff paused, slowed down. He could hear himself beg, whimper.

"More! Oh, Merlin, more! Don't stop! Merlin! Please!" his words dissolved into an incoherent rambling, and sweat broke out on his brow, making his dark hair cling to his temples and forehead.

And then Jeff changed positions, taking his own erection in his large hands and pressing it against Harry's, and slowly masturbating the both of them at the same time.

Harry moan and writhed, covering his face with his hands even as the sensation overwhelmed him. His breath a ragged gasp.

In his barely lucid moments he felt the shame of his own wanton sounds flush his cheeks with a deep red color, but it quickly gave way to pleasure and his increasingly desperate desire.

Jeff let out a groan, not quite as vocal as Harry. But as Harry's hand moved down to brush across the tips of their swollen members, he moaned and leaned forward to capture Harry's lips with his own.

Quickening the pace, clenching harder and sitting back up for a better grip, Jeff chased after both his own and Harry's orgasmic release.

Harry's moans became gasps and sobs, and Jeff's moans stilled as his body stiffened more and more, and his hands moved fast and slick on their blood-filled poles.

Suddenly Harry couldn't take the sensations anymore and he erupted like a vulcano -a wanton cry filling the air, his hands clawing the sheets, and his face flushed with pleasure.

Jeff followed him over the edge, not long after -panting. Cussing. Leaning down to kiss Harry deeply, as he rode out his own orgasm. Adding to the sticky mess on their chests and the mattress, while pressing Harry dominantly down.

If Harry could, he felt sure he would have cum a second time just from that...

Smut End

Jeff ignored the mess and collapsed on Harry's chest, still panting even as he let go of their private parts to move his soiled fingers to caress Harry's face, diving in for yet another, deep kiss.

"Fuck, you're great," he muttered, before catching Harry's lips, and drinking down his taste as if he'd never get enough.

Harry eagerly responded with the same passion, but subdued due to the incredibly tiredness that was even now soaking through his body, making his limbs and eyelids heavy.

"I think I love you-" Harry murmured, his eyelids slowly falling shut, his voice drowsy.

The last he saw was a mirthful smile on Jeff's lips. Perhaps he heard it a lot? Because he was...

"So...bea-u-f-ll..."

Harry's eyes fell shut, and Jeff's weight slowly shifted to the side to evelop him in his arms. He felt something -possibly a blanket- being tugged over him, and he curled up in Jeff's arms and happily gave into the ever stronger call of Orpheus.

The last thing he felt before falling asleep was the sensation of Jeff's lips on his brow.

The sunlight streamed in through the makeshift curtain. Harsh daylight seeped through the cracks of the old, worn-out blankets and thin bed-sheets covering it, and painfully stung at Harry's blurry vision, and hit his head like a jackhammer.

Harry groaned and pulled the blanket over his head, curling up to a ball.

The only time his head had felt this bad before, was the time that he'd spilled hot soup on his cousin and Aunt Petunia had hit him over the head with the frying-pan in her motherly rage at his incompetence.

Harry had been 6 at the time, but he still remembered it vividly.

He wanted to stay in bed, but his whole body felt sticky and sweaty as if he'd run for hours in the sun, and he really wanted to go home and take a shower and wash the stickiness away. When he tried to turn around, the sheet underneath him stuck to him body and he had to peel it before he could move.

He let out a soft groan and covered his face with the pillow.

He tried to remember what exactly had happened yesterday, but it only came back in bits and pieces. Although what he did remember made a joyful smile stretch across his lips, and colored his cheeks with a light blush of red.

He quickly quit, however, as smiling made his head hurt even more.

There was a tapping sound on the window -or on what was left of glass on it-, louder and more insistent than the noise that he now realized was what had had woken him up.

He groaned again, wishing it would stop being so bloody loud.

"Jeff! Get your lazy ass out here, or I'm coming in! I don't care if you're dressed or not!" a voice threatened. It sounded male, and the words were slightly better articulated than Jeff's.

Jeff's response was to groan and pull the blanket back over his head. Before reaching around Harry's chest and drawing him back into his own -a bit like some weird tentacle monster in a deep, dark cave.

Harry heard the voice sigh, and the sound of someone leaving the window area, and -from the sound of it- moved to climb in through another window, the same way he and Jeff had last night.

Harry carefully untangled himself and looked at Jeff's stubbornly sleeping form as he suddenly got worried. What if Jeff didn't want people to know about him? What if people would bully him for being gay or something? His uncle was pretty outspoken against it -then again, he was outspoken against anything remotely abnormal and not A4.

He bit his lip, then leaned over to grab for his clothes, only to get dragged back into Jeff's arms in an inescapable wrestling grip, just as the door to the bedroom opened.

"C'm on, Jeff! Mom's gonna have your ass if you don't go and play catch-up with the British brats, you know th-" the voice stopped, and Harry dared a quick peek at the speaker.

It was a boy. A slightly older boy.

And said boy looked a whole lot like an older version of Jeff, except this one had neat brown hair just past his ears, and was dressed like one of those preppy rich kids -but with a far more casual attitude than could be expected from a preppy private school student.

His green shirt had a few buttons open at the top, and he seemed to be wearing a dark sweater-west over it -which made Harry question the guy's sanity, considering the summer was still sweltering hot in the daytime.

He still wore tight, black jeans and a pair of black vans with a white sole -much like Jeff did. Only his shoes were the lower sort, while Jeff's shoes went just past his anklebones.

"Hi..." Harry offered, trying to sit up and failing, as Jeff's grip on his would not let him. He gave an awkward little wave instead.

"Good morning. I'm Liu Wood. I'm the brother of that lazy-ass idiot over there," he said. But the way he said it, and the found smile on his lips, made it clear he didn't really mean anything by it.

"I'm Harry Potter," he said, unsure if he should reach out to shake the guy's hand, or say anything at all about the fact that Jeff was clinging to him in a vice grip.

Liu walked over to Jeff and pulled out a water bottle.

"If you don't get up within five seconds, I'll pour this water over you head" he threatened.

Jeff let go of Harry to turn around and glare at his brother.

"You wouldn't dare..." he snarled. Liu, clearly used to his brother's antics, merely unscrewed the cork.

"Watch me,"

Jeff grumbled and moved to sit up.

"Gimme that!" he said as he snatched the water bottle from his brother's hand, then drank the water in it while glaring at him.

"I made you breakfast and some lunch for school. I figured you hadn't eaten since you didn't come home last night," he said, then looked over at Harry with an apologetic expression on his face.

"I'm sorry I didn't make enough for two. I didn't expect my brother to have company,"

He handed Jeff a bag that had several sandwiches in them, a few books, and a lunchbox carefully placed in a side pocket along with another bottle of water.

"Fucking summer school," Jeff said, his voice groggy and annoyed.

Jeff unpacked the sandwiches and bit into the first with relish.

"It's okay. I don't need food," Harry said, smiling slightly at the brother's antics. The older boy reminded him strangely of Percy -but less stuck up and arrogant.

He seemed nicer too.

Before he could say anything else, however, he found a red lunchbox forcefully pushed into his hands by a still grumpy Jeff.

"Eat," he said, chewing on his own food.

"But you'll get hungry in school!" Harry said with a worried frown.

"I'll buy something in the cafeteria," he shrugged and took another bite of his sandwitch, "You'll be hungry if you don't eat," he said.

The way he said it heavily implied just how little he thought of his family's willingness to feed him -and he was right too. Harry blushed in shame.

But the fact that he cared about whether Harry was hungry or not made his chest grow warm and placed a small smile on his lips. He bit into the sandwich to hide it.

"Merlin! This is amazing!" Harry said, which made Liu smile that gentle smile of his.

"Thank you,"

"Do your parents make you cook too?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Jeff had indicated that the relationship with his parents weren't the best, and he always complained about them, but he never told him exactly why. Maybe they were like his aunt and uncle? Maybe that was why Jeff understood him, like non of his school friends did?

"Your parents make you cook?!" Liu said, his eyes opened wide in incredulous shock.

Harry blushed furiously and wondered what to say to get out of this. Apparently they did not, and on top of that, Liu was clever and quick on the uptake.

"I-i-it's not-"

"Hey, don't sweat it. I won't ask," Liu was quick to reassure him, which made Harry's eye widen in suprise.

"Y-you won't?" Harry couldn't help but feel confused and incredulous at the notion. The soft look on his face indicated that Liu did care, and yet he didn't pry, or badger Harry into telling whether he wanted to or not, like Ron and Hermione would have. It felt...strange.

"Thank you," Harry muttered, looking up at Liu with a small smile on his lips. His chest had that strange warmth to it again. Not like when he looked at Jeff, but...

He hid a smile behind another bite of the sand-witch. He didn't know having people caring for him could feel this good.

Harry turned and looked back after Jeff for what felt like the umptienth time.

Jeff was walking next to his brother, talking and laughing about something Harry could not hear.

But he could see it in the way Jeff waved his arms around and used his whole body to underline whatever point he was making.

Harry couldn't help but smile at how alive and expressive Jeff was -especially since he'd been half a zombie only minutes before-

And Liu often turned towards his brother and gave him a small nod, while letting Jeff talk to his heart's content. He seemed to reply to what he said in a calm and subdued manner, so different from his brother, but caring all the same.

He both wished and didn't wish that Jeff would turn back, just once. To give at least some clue as to whether he'd miss Harry, the way he would miss Jeff. He felt his heart aching in his chest.

But it would be terribly embarrassing if Jeff caught him staring at him like a lovesick puppy. He most certainly didn't want to appear clingy like a girl.

Harry turned back on the road towards Private Drive, just barely avoiding tripping over a branch that had fallen onto the road.

The sun was already high in the sky, and he had no idea when the Dursley's would be back, and it wouldn't do him any good to linger here for much longer.

He could only hope Jeff had really meant it, when he said he'd send his mom to invite Harry over to them later. Apparently his dad was some kind of big-shot at Vernon's company, and his mom not unlike his aunt Petunia, in so far as she was a terrible gossip and boosted of her own family's status to anyone who'd listen.

He was worried his aunt and uncle would lock him up, but even they couldn't keep him locked up forever. Not when he had friends on the outside. Friends that appeared to be upstanding citizens. Friends with power.

It would almost certainly lead to question. The kind of questions his aunt and uncle hated and feared.

He moved his hand up to touch his lips, the taste of Jeff still lingering. The soft pressure of their parting kiss.

A happy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and no amount of worry or fear could make him stop it from breaking into a full-blown grin. He felt as if he was walking on air!

Jeff had kissed him goodbye before they split up, not seeming the least bit worried about what his brother might think.

Jeff wasn't ashamed of him, and he clearly wasn't going to hide him away or stop seeing him either!

Harry's heart swelled and his radiant smile competed with the sunbeams for whom could shine the brightest.

He'd never had a real boyfriend before -or girlfriend. And he was slowly beginning to doubt he'd even ever had a real friend.

The whole thing made him feel so happy that not even his uncle dragging him in by the collar and yelling at him for not being there to make breakfast, nor being thrown into the cupboard and locked up there as a punishment, could wipe the joy-filled smile off his face.

A thing that pissed his aunt and uncle off more than anything else.

Harry was pulled from his bored mussing by the sound of a large, meaty fist pounding the door to his room.

"Get out. And wear something presentable!"

Heavy steps pounded the floorboards as they retreated, leaving Harry to worry about what to wear.

Opening the drawer he kept his clothes in, he tried to find something that was not five sizes to large -and impossible task-, and to find something that was not tread-worn or badly patched up.

Not that it would help much for his ability to look presentable, as his aunt took an unholy glee in coloring everything brown or grey -partly because half of it had stains from his cousin's sloppy eating or rambunctious adventures on it. The result was something that looked like a discarded wale-skin in patchy browns or greys -the color uneven and splotchy, the knees, elbows and under the arms hurriedly sewn shut -not an attractive result. And that was without mentioning the wire cord he used as a belt, lacking any other options.

Harry felt like crying. He hoped Jeff wouldn't think less of him now that he would see Harry in the light of day, unaddled by sleep or alcohol.

Harry picked out the best of the worst and put it on in a rush. Getting dress was, thankfully, not something that took very long.

He rushed to the bathroom and ran the comb under water, trying to force his hair to lie flat through sheer willpower -that never worked either. But at least it was marginally less of a mess than before.

And if he was right, and Jeff really had come true on his promise, then at least he wouldn't be punished until after he got back home for not being able to live up to the unrealistic demands of his so-called family.

Not that it helped his worried about Jeff. But he brushed it away. He'd done all that he could do.

He hurried down the stairs, eager to see Jeff again, only to stop short as he found aunt Petunia chatting and pretending to be the normal, upstanding citizen that she was not.

She was sitting in the kitchen of their suburban home, gossiping with a woman Harry had never seen before.

"Oh, Hello there. You must be Harry. Jeff has told me so much about you," she said as she turned towards him, looking all peppy and upbeat in the way Petunia always tried, and always failed, to do.

But for some reason even her superior pretense social graces seemed to be exactly that; pretense.

He couldn't put his finger on it, and briefly wondered if it had to do with his magic, but something about her screamed falsehood.

Harry, however, whom had been drilled in how to act around strangers ever since he first set his unfortunate toddler-foot in this house, responded;

"Pleasure to meet you, m'am,"

The woman turned to Petunia.

"Thank you for the delightful tea, and I'll ask my husband about that dinner-invitation. With our children being friends, it only make sense we get together as well, don't you think?"

"Oh, of course! Although he's my nephew, not my child. And a bit of a troublemaker," Petunia said, clearly fighting back a grimace.

"Family is family, even the troublesome ones" the stranger said and laughed, "Oh, but look at the time! I better get going. You know how my husband wants to have dinner ready for him when he gets back home. It's really tiresome for him to supervise all those people at work you know, what with him having so much responsibility and all. And there so many incompetent and downright useless people! Why! I don't understand why he does not just fire them all! But my husband is a wonderful, generous man, of course. So he do try his best with what he got," she was forced to take a short break for air,

"But it's all so very taxing to him, I'm sure you understand," she said in a confidential tone that Harry quickly recognized as a gossiping woman's attempt of closeness to another gossiper.

"Oh, but I'm sure your husband isn't lazy or incompetent of course! Your family seems like such model citizens, I can see that, and I'm a great judge of character, my husband always says so! I'll make sure to tell my husband all about it! I'm sure he'd be delighted to come over for dinner some day,"

Harry wondered if that woman ever ran out of breath, or mindless things to say. If this was her goodbye phrases, he shuddered to think how long she would have spoken if she had planned on staying.

He wanted to interfere, to get her to move faster, but he knew exactly how that would end. And he really didn't like the prospect of more punishment for not being able to hold his tongue.

Finally, however, it seemed like the woman managed to stop gossiping, bragging about her husband in a roundabout way, and generally indicating she'd already talked to a number of other gossips who claimed the Dursley's were people it paid to know.

The latter pleased Petunia greatly.

"Come on, Harry. We shouldn't keep Jeff waiting much long, or he'll throw a fit." she said, "You know how teenagers are," she said to Petunia, laughing as if it was a joke, but for some reason it sounded far too much like she honestly feared he'd do exactly that.

It warmed Harry's heart...

The second he stepped his foot in the door, Jeff popped up like a jack-in-the-box, and dragged Harry off to his room, without a single word to the mother that yelled something about dinner in an hour after them.

Harry clung to his hand, unable to keep the bright, happy grin off his face, as he let Jeff drag him up the stairs and down a hallways and through the door with the poster of someone with shaggy black hair and black, ripped pants holding a guitar.

The door had barely closed behind them, when Harry felt himself pressed up against it, and his lips were assaulted by the sweet taste that was all Jeff.

"Mmhph,"

Jeff chuckled into the kiss, deepening the kiss and leaving Harry's head swimming. He lightly bit Harry's lip, before finally letting him breathe. And breath he did, still feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Asshole," he said with a smile, giving Jeff's a light punch to the shoulder.

Jeff broke down in full-fledged laughter at that, before grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him over to the bed.

Not an easy feat as Harry had to step carefully to not break anything hidden under the piles of clothes on the floor. Although, looking at the cracked cd-cover by the over-stacked desk, it might be too late to worry about that.

Harry took in the room as he tossed himself down at the bed next to Jeff, curious to see what kind of room it was, and maybe see some of the things Jeff liked. He really wanted to get to know Jeff better -what he liked, what he didn't like... Harry felt his cheeks flush with heath and he refocused on the room.

The walls were filled with posters, some taped halfway on top of others, most of which featured faces and band names that Harry had never even heard of before.

Although he supposed that was hardly surprising, since he had never been allowed to do anything or go anywhere, and he most certainly was not allowed to watch the telly. And if he had ever went to a concert his uncle might have finally lost his last restraint and just plain killed him. He shuddered at the thought.

Who needed Voldemort with a family like that.

The only insight into the world of the average guy of his own age Harry had gotten was when Dudley had thrown a "Bliss" magazine at him, -although he was fairly certain that was for girls, he knew Dudley had taken it from one- but here in Jeff's room, the floor was littered with things like Smash Hits, Nintendo Magazine, The Darkness and a whole array of other things to read that was not book -and that was without mentioning his other cool stuff!

In fact, on his way to the bed he had to step around several piles of old clothes, something that may have been new clothes not yet put away, and a stack of old pizza-boxes. He also very nearly knocked over an old guitar that was barely visible under a shirt that had been casually thrown over it, and just barely avoided tripping over a worn-down skateboard.

And when Harry looked around at all the candy-wrappers strewn on the floor, he started to realize that this may well be why Jeff always tasted so sweet...

Of course, the room did have a few downsides. Non the least the smell.

If it wasn't for the fact that the window was open, Harry feared he might have ended up choking to death on the toxic fumes following in the wake of week-old pizza and whatever it was that seemed to have turned green in a glass, as well as some kind of potential life-form brewing in an old Tupperware box.

Still, it was Jeffs. And like everything about Jeff, it was amazing!

...Pizza-boxes and trash aside.

Besides... Jeff was there. And Harry thought it didn't matter where he was; Anywhere that Jeff was, was a good place to be.

He chuckled as Jeff wrestled him down onto the bed and proceeded to snog him senseless. Harry grinned and melted into the kiss, his hands tangling into Jeff's hair.

He felt as if his heart were about to grow wings and burst out of his chest. He'd never felt happier in his life.

Harry wasn't sure how long time that had past, or what had happened to it between Jeff showing Harry his collection of comics, his brand new electrical guitar, and the intermittent snogging sessions that somehow always managed to sneak in between everything they were doing, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

A second later and the vaguely familiar head of Jeff's brother, Liu poked inside -mostly because Jeff was too busy pinning Harry down on the bed to notice, and Harry wasn't exactly in a position to speak up.

"Jeff. Dinner," Liu said, taking in the scene. His eyes lingered at Harry with an unnerving, contemplating stare, his brows furrowed.

It felt as if he was judging him, but Harry couldn't for the life of him figure out why -from their short talk that morning he'd gathered Liu didn't care who Jeff slept with, or what gender they were, -even if Harry had never quite gotten that far with Jeff just yet.

Harry was blushing furiously and did his best to pull down his t-shirt and pat his impossible hair to make it lay flat, trying to look presentable.

Jeff, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered at all and merely sat up.

"I'll be there in a minute,"

Liu just sighed and went to close the door, then paused.

"You know she's gonna come up and drag you down herself if you don't come. She wants us all to act like a real family. And that includes having dinner together."

"Act is the word," Jeff muttered. But he got up all the same.

Harry bit his lip, wondering if he should say something as he got up after him.

He snuck his arms around Jeff from behind and gave him a hug, before moving to help him stuff his t-shirt back into his pants.

Jeff chuckled as Harry fussed over him like a doting housewife, making Harry blush.

"Shut up," he tried weakly, only for Jeff to wrap his arms around him, and give him a kiss on the top of his head.

"You're cute," he said.

"Shut up, comic-boy," Harry said, blushing deeply. But he still refused to let go of Jeff.

"Comic-boy? That's your best insult?" Jeff said and laughed.

Harry blushed deeply, but could stop the happy smile that stretched across his lips. At least Jeff was laughing. He didn't mind being the butt of the joke if it made Jeff smile.

"I love your smile," Harry murmured against Jeff's chest. Jeff responded by running a hand through Harry's dark hair.

He didn't speak, but Harry felt the smile on his lips as he kissed his forehead.

Jeff stared at the Fish Pie and tentatively poked it's yellow crust. A warm, rich scent of sauce with just a hint of fish in it wafted over the table.

Harry felt his mouth water, especially as he had not been allowed any food beyond the sandwich Jeff had shared with him in the morning hours.

"What is that?!" Jeff asked in disgust.

"Fish Pie. One of the neighbors were ever so kind as to share the recipe with me. Now eat up. It's very good. And healthy," she said, before picking up her own fork to do just that.

"Why can't we have burgers? Or pizza? Or if you have to pretend to be healthy, I'd even take oatmeal or clam chowder over this shit!"

"Language!" his father admonished, while helping himself to a small portion, before passing it on to Harry.

Harry took a small helping and opted to stay out of the argument altogether. He felt like he should take Jeff's side, but food was food, and this was really good food. At least in his opinion.

"That wouldn't be british, dear. And we're in england now," she said.

What she didn't say, but heavily implied, was that they should fit in. And right now, Jeff was being difficult because he refused to fit in.

"Your mother's right. Now stop embarrassing your friend and eat your dinner,"

"Supper dear," the mother replied, placing a hand on her husband's arm. "They call it supper here,"

"Of course. My apologies. Supper," he said, taking another bite of his own food.

Jeff, on the other hand, blushed and looked torn between arguing some more, and worrying about what Harry thought -if the stolen glances in his direction was anything to go by.

Harry tried to send him an encouraging smile, but he wasn't sure if Jeff understood his attempt to show support. He also worried Jeff would see him as a traitor for eating the food that Jeff so clearly didn't like, and suddenly it rested very heavy in his stomach.

In the end, Jeff seemed to settle for trying a small piece and then making a show of how disgusting it was, much to his parents' annoyance.

This did not, however, stop him from going for seconds, once he was done with his first portion.

Harry had to take a sip of water to hide a smile. Jeff could be adorably cute sometimes. Al-thought he'd never tell Jeff that.

A knock on the door interrupted the two boy's reading.

Jeff was currently laying halfway off the bed, with his feet up and his head resting close to the floor, while Harry used his legs as a headrest, as well as acted as leverage so he didn't fall off it completely. A small smile touched both set of lips, and their eyes shone as they stole small glances at each-other.

The afternoon sun shone in through the window and warmed them, while a popular band Harry had never heard of before was playing in the background. And Harry was enjoying himself more than he thought ever could be possible.

This he felt, was normal.

When he was with Jeff he didn't have to be a celebrity, or a hero, or anyone other than 'Just Harry'. No heroics. No lessons. No Voldemort. No girls he always wondered if liked him because of who he was, or because of the scar on his forehead.

Jeff cared about him. About Harry.

He tried to focus on the comic-book, but his thoughts swirled a million miles and hour, and he kept sneaking glances at Jeff, or at all the -to him- strange and interesting things that cluttered the room and the walls.

The knocking came again, a little louder this time. Sharper.

"Boys, can I come in? I have a mattress for your friend here," Jeff's mother said through the door.

"Yeah, sure mom," Jeff yelled back, not moving an inch.

Harry looked up from his comic and marveled at the notion of an adult actually asking for permission, rather than bursting right in!

Everything about Jeff's home felt much the same as he had felt the first day he discovered magic was real. He was constantly amazed at all the new and wonderful things that he never knew existed, that he never knew could be like this.

And this time he had no pressure on him to do or be anything other than himself, and he had a loving boyfriend on top of that... Harry felt his heart swell even as his gaze fell upon Jeff's face.

He looked amazing, all absorbed in his comic-book, even as his mother struggled to get the mattress through the door. Her nails were long and dangerous-looking like a cat or cougar, but they seemed to make menial tasks difficult for her.

"Oof, you could offer to help, Jeff," she admonished.

"I'll help you mrs. Woods," Harry said, putting down his comic book.

"Oh, no. You're a guest here. You shouldn't have to work just because that lazy son of mine won't," she put a smile on her face and struggled some more, before she finally got it inside.

"I've told you to clean your room a million times, Jeff! At least clean the floor," she said. She sounded exasperated.

Jeff just rolled his eyes, then proceeded to stuff the clean clothes haphazardly into his closet, leaning on it to get it to click shut, before shoving all the rest of the mess -or enough of it to clear up a mattress sized piece of floor- underneath the bed.

"I'll clean it up properly next week, mom. We only just moved in," he replied to his mother's disapproving look.

"And you already managed to make a mess,"

Jeff's reply was simply to roll his eyes at her and pick up his comic-book again.

"Very well," she said, her lips tight and her brow furrowed.

It looked like she wanted to say more, but her eyes darted over to Harry and the smile slipped back onto her lips -still a bit tight, and it never quite reached her eyes.

"I'm terribly sorry you had to see this. It's the moving, you see. Jeff take a bit getting used to new places and-"

"Mooom!" Jeff said with a glare, his cheeks colored a light red.

"Of course, dear. Just make sure that..."

"I know mom!" Jeff said, then moved to push his mother out of the room.

"Remember the extra toothbrush-"

"I know mom!" he slammed the door shut after her.

"Jeezh! That woman never shuts up!" he crossed his arms and glared at the door.

Harry was still sitting on the bed, not wanting to interrupt, but still feeling a bit uncomfortable at the whole scene.

Jeff turned to glance over at Harry, and raked his hand through his hair, as a light blush colored his cheeks.

"Sorry you had to see that, she's..." he made a vauge gesture with his hand.

"Hey, it's okay. I get it," Harry said, moving closer to grab Jeff's t-shirt, pulling him down onto the bed with him.

"She's better than my aunt at any rate. I don't dare to think how Petunia would have reacted if I'd spoken to her like that," Harry said and winced as he remembered how she had hit him over the head with a frying-pan that one time.

That made Jeff frown, however, and Harry bit his lip, looking away. It had been the wrong thing to say. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

The mood of the room had suddenly gone sour.

"Screw this!" Jeff said, then grabbed his hand and pulled Harry with him, out of the room.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, eyes wide in surprise.

"I know what would cheer us up!" he stated, then proceeded to knock on one of the doors that were close to his own bedroom.

"Come in," a voice said, and Jeff wasted no time barging in.

Liu turned in his office chair and sighed, closing the book in front of him.

"Mom again?"

"You know it," Jeff said, a small frown on his brow, even as he let go of Harry's hand.

He moved straight past his brother and over to a small telly that seemed to have a game machine of some kind set up, and went to rummage through the selection of games that had been stacked neatly next to it.

"Please try to not make a mess," Liu said, tho he didn't sound very hopeful, "And I do have a test on Monday, so please don't be too loud,"

Harry looked around at Liu's room, and he was shocked at the stark difference from Jeff's room.

In Jeff's room there had been magazines, clothes, trash and a million other thing cluttering every available space, one thing perching precariously upon the next. Half of it had been so buried he couldn't make out what's what.

Here however, the whole room were sparkling clean, almost to the point of obsession. And everything were neatly organized in folders and stacked in drawers and bookshelves. Hermione herself couldn't have done better. He bet she'd love this room.

The wall only had a couple of posters -Harry supposed they must be of some movie star or music artist Liu liked-, but to compensate for it, it seemed to be filled with drawings that -upon closer inspection- all had been signed with Liu's name.

"Wow..." Harry stared at an amazingly realistic picture of a cat, "These are great!"

Liu's face flushed with an uncharacteristic blush.

"Thank you," he said, a small smile on his lips as he returned to his homework. Harry couldn't help but wonder if he was unused to praise -or maybe just authentic praise, if what Jeff said about their parents were true.

Then again, if they cared so much about appearance that art probably wasn't something they wanted to encourage their oldest son to do.

It wasn't exactly something that made you popular or rich -he'd often heard uncle Vernon refer to artists as 'lazy layabouts' more times than one. Sometimes he'd shout it. Usually when they tried to raise money for some art gallery or other.

"Ah-HA!" Jeff said, pulling Harry out of his thoughts.

"Found it! You're gonna love this!" he promised, before putting the game into the gaming machine and flicking on the telly to the right channel.

"What is it?" Harry said, grabbing the gaming control thrown at him with the reflexes years of playing as a Seeker had gained him.

"Street Fighter Two," Jeff said with a grin.

Harry sat down next to him and looked at the control and the many buttons on it with something akin to fear in his eyes.

He didn't want to give away that he had never so much as seen one before in his life, and he had no clue what he was supposed to do, but... he had no clue what he was supposed to do.

He put on a brave face and decided to mash the buttons, hoping to figure it out as he went along.

X. Y. Z. X. X. YZ. Buttonmash. Buttonmash. Buttonmash!

Jeff laughed as he watched Harry's character struggle, then cussing as Harry's pretty little Chinese girl started to jab him into a corner and repeatedly kick his ass -literally. She wouldn't stop! And he couldn't even move!

Harry grinned, and then laughed as she -for some unknown reason- turned upside down and twirled her legs like a helicopter.

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Oh, goddammit! How the fuck-?! What the fuck-?!"

Jeff's health bar blinked low as Jeff succumbed to the oh-so-common problem of going up against a button-masher with Chen Li.

"Fuck you!" he shouted at the screen as the words 'Round 2' flashed across it, and a male voice floated from the speakers to say the same.

Jeff chose to up his game. Crouching down with green monster he was playing and sparkling electricity with an incredible skill.

Harry's little girl screamed in a strangely erotic way and fell backwards, allowing Jeff to rush over and wallop her pretty, chinese ass.

"Aw, shit!" Harry exclaimed as his poor character finally succumbed to a more experienced player, while Jeff reached one hand into the air and yelled;

"WOOOHOOOO! Take THAT! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Harry's lip twitched at the display, and he found that he just couldn't stay mad at Jeff for long. Even if the third round made Harry shout at the screen in frustration himself, while Jeff got up and did a little happy-dance.

"Again?" Harry said.

"Sure! And this time, I'll teach you some tricks so you'll be more of a challenge," he said, his lips stretchering into a teasing grin.

"Jackass!" Harry grumbled with a smile, then shoved Jeff's shoulder with his hand, making him laugh.

It really was impossible to stay mad at Jeff.

Jeff's brother finally closed his books with a sharp 'snap' and stretched his arms and legs wide, still sitting in the desk chair.

"One day all that studying's gonna kill you," Jeff said, his eyes glued to the screen.

"One day all that slacking off is gonna make you fail school and end up working as the janitor of a sleazy motel and get killed by a disgruntled guest," Liu retorted, "Did you at least finish the introductory reading?"

"Yes, mom," Jeff said, rolling his eyes, but the corner of his lips twitched slightly up even as he said it.

Harry couldn't help but smile. In some ways they reminded him a bit of Hermione and Ron -only without the underlying hostility.

Even as he watched them bicker, he sensed that they did so in good humor, and Liu seemed to really care about his younger brother.

He had never been quite sure exactly what Hermione cared about -them... or the homework and what the teacher's might say. He tried not to think about it, it made his stomach tighten and a cold claw grasp his heart.

He loved his friends, he really did. But he couldn't help but worry about them sometimes...

Harry sat at the bed feeling just a little uncomfortable at Liu's intense stare.

More than anything, he wished Jeff would hurry back from the loo, but knowing him, he would take his sweet time. Probably reading.

"What's your intentions towards my brother?" Liu said, a hard look in his eyes, his mouth set in a thin line.

"Sorry, what?" Harry's eyebrows raised to his forehead. Where did that come from?! He felt nervous, and wiped the palm of his hand on his pants inconspicuously.

"My brother clearly cares about you. More than I've seen him care about anyone in a long time. But if do anything to hurt him..." the threat in the older boy's words rang loud and clear in Harry's ears, and made him suddenly nervous in a way not even confronting Voldemort could.

"I'm not... I won't...I..." he tried to find the right words, but his mouth felt dry and his tongue swollen.

"Um, I...I..." he gulped, "I love him!" Harry blustered out, feeling himself shrink under that harsh, judge-mental gaze.

And much to his surprise, he found that he meant it. He forced himself to sit up straight, to show that he was serious. That he'd never want to hurt Jeff.

"I never want to hurt him!" The conviction is his voice was clear, and he watched Liu's furrowed brow relax, just a little.

"And what if those bullies you talked about would want to hurt him because he sat with you at lunch when school starts? What will you do then?"

Harry bit his lip and frowned. He'd never even thought about that. Not that he was going to go to the same school as Jeff tho... His face dropped in sadness at the thought.

"I go to boarding school in Scotland..." Harry said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I don't want Jeff to get bullied because of me tho..." he swallowed heavily, blinking away the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes.

Liu scrutinized his face for a second, then he eased up. As if he found something he had been looking for, whatever that might be.

In fact, he somehow seemed to relax rather quickly the moment that Harry said he was going away to another school for most of the year.

Harry couldn't help but wonder; Was Liu worried Harry would steal his brother away from him? They did seem awfully close... He bit his lip, contemplating.

From what Jeff had told him, their parents were so often not there for them. And Liu had always been there to take care of Jeff whenever he got into trouble. It also sounded like Liu protected Jeff from their parents' worst foolishness as well.

Jeff hadn't said it out loud, but it was clear to him that he loved his brother for his support -and hated that he couldn't do anything to pay him back, since his brother would happily take the blame for any of the shit Jeff did, if he thought it would help Jeff.

"I won't take him away, you know," Harry said, "You're a wonderful brother, even I can see that," he said, and he meant it too.

He secretly wished he had an older brother like Liu. Not that he'd want to inflict the Dursley's on anyone else, but he thought they might have been more bearable if he had someone to share his misery with, especially someone who cared as much as Liu did.

Harry's intuitive guess seemed to have been correct, as Liu's eyes soften.

Then he turned away with a slight huff, but with a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Liu seemed to fight hard to suppress it, however. And he opened a book to cover his face, seemingly dismissing Harry.

Harry wondered if Liu was embarrassed at having the soft spot he had for his brother exposed like that. But Harry knew well that subtlety wasn't his strongest skill. Nor was in encouraged in Gryffindor, where bravery, confrontation and bluntness was considered a person's best traits. As were wearing your heart on your sleeve.

"So what are you reading?" Harry asked, attempting to sound casual, as if nothing had happened. His voice quivered only a little.

"Chemistry For Dummies -stupid name, but it does have all the basics, and explains it very well."

"Oh. Sounds cool," Harry said, suddenly feeling very stupid. He looked down on his hands, as if they were suddenly very interesting.

He'd never really thought about it before, but things like science and chemistry wasn't even taught at Hogwarts -only magic. He had absolutely no clue about anything beyond what he learned in primary school, and even there he hadn't learned much, as he feared the punishment for doing better than Dudley -whom was half a step away from failing school altogether.

Even with muggle school he supposed he'd end up having to repeat the last year and fall behind everyone else, even if he had stayed. He'd never had a chance to do well.

It just hit him that if he ever wanted to leave the magical world, it would be completely impossible for him to get a job, not having any real kind of education, and having such terrible grades with what little he did have.

Not that he wanted too leave the magical world, but still...

And what about Jeff?!

Jeff couldn't live in the magical world, could he? But could he live in the muggle world himself...? With no education... No job...

The door slammed open and pulled Harry out of his increasingly depressive thoughts.

"Catch!" Jeff said, and threw a can of coke at his brother, whom caught it without even looking up. He seemed to almost expect it, so Harry assumed this must be a regular occurrence.

"Catch!" he said, and threw another can at Harry.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, but years of Quidditch kicked in again, and he caught it with surprising ease.

"Nice catch," Jeff said, and Harry flushed red at the compliment, fumbling with the unfamiliar muggle opening mechanism of the coke can.

For some reason, everything Jeff said carried ten times the weight of what anyone else said. Even if all he did was to compliment his ability to catch a coke-can.

"So... Liu? Want to play with us? Jeff said something about multiplayer...?" Harry said, ignoring Jeff's surprised stare, even if his cheeks turned slightly red.

Liu was Jeff's family, and Harry really, really wanted to get along with Jeff's family. If Liu was important to Jeff, he was important to Harry.

Liu closed the book and placed it on the desk, pushing his chair back and spinning it in the right direction to get up. Then he smiled at Harry and his dumbfounded brother as he dumped straight down on the bed next to Jeff.

"Sure. I haven't beaten my baby-bro in a few days, and he might get ideas," Liu said, his eyes glittering with withheld laughter.

"Psch. You just got lucky, once!" Jeff said with a grin, as he tossed Liu one of the controllers.

"Harry, pop in the James Bond game I showed you, and we'll see about just who is the better player!"

Harry grinned and rushed to do as he said, picking up a new controller for himself on the way back.

"You're on!" he said with a laugh, and received a mischievous grin back, before Jeff threw his arm around his shoulder and pulled him in for a quick kiss, making Harry blush furiously and touch his fingers to his lips.

This... This was amazing. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so...so...normal!

He cast a subtle glance over at Jeff, and his chest constricted and filled with warmth. A joyful smile graced his lips and he had to fight back tears.

He placed a quick kiss on a very surprised Jeff's lips, before being pulled into his arms while they both still attempted to gang up on Liu in the game and take him out.

Harry beamed, and he wished this summer would never end.

Jeff yawned as he pulled the black t-shirt off his chiseled chest and threw it onto the mattress on the floor, before moving to unbuckle his belt.

Harry couldn't help but stare at the beautiful sight, while at the same time blushing furiously.

He bit his lip. Should he follow Jeff's lead and undress in front of him? And how much? Should he- oh, Merlin! Jeff slept in the buff!

Harry blushed furiously and tried to pretend to not look, even as Jeff slipped under the cover.

"Are you coming or what?" Jeff asked, turning back to stare at Harry, whom had still to move.

"I know I look good, but you're gonna have to drop those pants if you wanna come to bed with me," Jeff said, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

Harry blushed even deeper and started untying the knot holding his trousers up. Jeff wanted him to drop his pants too? He bit his lip, but did as he was told.*

"An extension cord for belt? Seriously?! Jeez your folks are assholes! Remind me to give you something better to wear when we wake up," he said, even as Harry slipped under the enticingly warm covers Jeff held open for him.

"I bet you'd look ravishing in one of my shirts," Jeff said, a dark, possessive tone crept into his voice, the way his fingers crept up Harry's chest, before he leaned down to capture Harry's inviting lips in a deep kiss.

He slid his hands down, caressing his hip, as he moved to bite down on Harry's neck.

Harry felt his head swimming. A small gasp escaped his lips at the light touch of Jeff's lips to his neck, and his arms moved almost on their own to embrace him.

"I'd wear anything you want," Harry said. Then he blushed, realizing what he had just said.

"I can see that~" Jeff said with a dark, throaty chuckle, eyeing Harry's naked form.

Harry blushed even harder, fighting the urge to cover himself, hide from that penetrating gaze. His hand moved down, caressed his hip-bone and sent a flush of heath straight south -even if Jeff had not touched his private parts yet.

Harry blushed even more at his own reaction, but from what he could feel as Jeff pressed against his leg, Jeff was not unaffected either. And in some strange way, it made him feel flattered.

Jeff finds me attractive...

Each and every touch sent a spark of electricity through Harry's lithe body, and his breath was getting more ragged by the minute. His face flushed, but having already allowed this once he felt it wasn't so scary, and it would be even worse to deny Jeff something he so clearly wanted.

He was still worried about going any further, but this time around he did not protest as Jeff slid his hand down -only a light gasp escaping his moist lips.

A gasp that quickly turned into moans...

*Hopefully people have seen A Midsummernight's Dream.

*I may have described every emo-band ever, plus most creepypasta related ones. I honestly don't know what kind of music Jeff the Killer listens too. If anyone knows, please tell me.

*Yeah, Jeff's not AS much of a leech as he comes off here fyi. Americans say pants when they mean trousers. And Boxers when they mean Pants. (Or vice versa if you're american. lol)

British and american language have several words that sound the same but mean different things. (Like Chips, the crunchy snack = Crisps in england, while the word Chips is used for what americans call french fries.)