As always, for LovelessZim...and I do not own these characters. I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. Unbetaed and not-brit picked, all mistakes are my own. Please come visit me at AO3, as the end of this story will NOT be posted on ffnet due to the guidelines.
Sirius listened as Harry droned on and on about his gorgeous, funny, brilliant, gorgeous date. If anyone asked him if he was surprised that Harry had a date with a man, he'd have given a resounding 'no'. Harry was too intimidated by women, and not in the cute 'get a date' kind of way. He shrugged mentally, it didn't really matter. Whatever made Harry happy was what made him happy. Though Sirius was certain that Draco wouldn't be so happy, as evidenced by the fact that Remus hadn't joined them yet.
Sirius puttered in the kitchen as Harry went on and on, barely commenting as he made a simple dinner for the two of them. Harry stopped talking to eat; barely. Sirius made him some cocoa with warm milk and soon the excitement of the day had Harry's eyes drooping. He shuffled him off to bed, chuckling at the way that the 18 year old was acting like an eight year old. Remus and Draco still hadn't appeared. Sirius noticed that Draco wasn't in bed when he guided Harry into his room, but did note that the door to Draco's room was closed. He left Harry in his room and headed across the hall.
He pushed open the door to see that Remus was still sitting on the floor, with Draco basically in his lap, asleep. Remus gave his mate a wry smile and continued to gently rock the body in his arms. Sirius smiled and leaned in the doorway, crossing his arms and looking longingly at the scene before him. He regretted the years that he was in prison away from his mate for so many reasons, but never more so than when he realized that they were no longer able to have pups of their own. Remus would make a great father.
"Here, let me take him." Sirius crouched down and made a move to take the boy from Remus, but Remus pulled away from him. Sirius froze, shocked into stillness. Remus ducked his head down and placed a kiss on Draco's forehead before looking up at his mate and whispering.
"We can't put him with Harry tonight. He needs a little space; this is hitting him hard Siri." Sirius nodded, holding his arms out to take Draco and this time Remus relented. Sirius lifted Draco gently, inwardly wincing at how light he was, before heading towards the finished sitting room in their suite the next floor up. He placed Draco on the couch and covered him with a blanket before taking Remus' hand and dragging him into their bedroom and shutting the door.
"He'll get over it Moony." Sirius kissed his mate and turned away for pull out some sleeping pants.
"It's hard Paddy…we never talked about how bad it was for me, back in school. I know what he's going through and I-" Sirius cut him off with another kiss, this one hard and passionate. He mashed their lips together, swiping his tongue into Remus' mouth possessively. He didn't want to talk about that; all those years that he'd been an idiot. He didn't want to talk at all.
He pressed Remus back towards the bed, pushing him down onto it and finally breaking the kiss. He stripped Remus' clothes off quickly, as he roughly pushed away the memories of what he'd put his love through when they were kids. Sirius dropped to his knees beside the bed and began kissing Remus' knees, up his thighs to his hips, as he ran his hands up and down Remus' chest.
He nosed at his love's balls before licking a stripe up the underside of his now hard cock and sucking just the tip into his mouth. This was always his apology; he worshipped Remus' body in supplication. He reached between his own legs to free himself from his trousers, letting go after one stroke so that he could touch Remus. Remus' needs were more important than his own, always and forever.
He soon had his lover trembling and shaking, whining in the slightly canine way that announced his closeness to orgasm. Sirius sped up, taking Remus' cock all the way into his mouth, cupping the bottom with his tongue and opening his throat for the head. He looked up the long line of Remus body to catch his eye and swallowed around the head of his cock. Remus howled, curling his body up so that he could clutch at Sirius' head as he came down his throat.
Sirius let Remus' softening cock slip from his mouth and he smoothly got off his knees and onto the bed. He pulled Remus' still trembling body to his own and held him close, stroking everywhere he could reach. He kissed his love's forehead, nose and finally his mouth, allowing the other man to taste himself in his mouth. Remus sleepily pulled back, eyes drooping. Sirius smiled and fixed their positions for sleep.
Draco awoke quickly, as he always did, and noticed that he was still in his clothes and decidedly not in his and Harry's bed. He opened his eyes and looked around realizing that he was in the sitting room of Sirius and Remus' suite. He shook the blanket off himself and stood up quietly, looking towards the closed door to the bedroom before heading down stairs.
He pushed open the door to Harry's room and stood in the doorway indecisively. He gazed at the Harry's form on the bed, wondering how long he would have to sit by and let Harry make mistake after mistake. They belonged together; even Ron and Hermione had seen it and mentioned it to him. Draco sighed quietly and slipped his clothes off, getting ready for bed.
He lifted the covers on his side only to realize that, in his absence, Harry had sprawled across the majority of the bed. He tried pushing Harry gently back to his side, to no avail. Biting his lip, he lay down arranging his limbs around Harry's and breathing quietly so as not to wake the other boy. He closed his eyes in frustration when Harry curled further around him, tugging their bodies into a spooning position.
Draco never did get any rest that night.
The morning came too early for Draco, who had the equivalent of a hangover from crying and lack of sleep. Harry was chipper and full of energy making him feel all that much worse. Harry headed to the shower with a huge smile on his face, despite the fact that he'd woken entangled with Draco. He had a date.
He whistled to himself in the shower, and outright started singing while he got dressed, completely ignoring Draco's form on the bed. Draco had pulled the covers up over his head and curled into a surly little ball on the bed. He decided as soon as he heard Harry start singing that he was giving up on the day. Harry didn't ask; Draco decided that Harry didn't care.
The entire day passed in much the same way; Draco refused to come out of his room, eating only when Remus brought him some food and sat with him as he ate in bed. Harry was happy, excited and nervous all at the same time. Harry was also oblivious and self-absorbed, but no one mentioned it to him.
At 5, Harry showered again and dressed for his date, choosing dark blue jeans, a black long-sleeved tee-shirt and chucks. Draco snarled at him silently as he practically floated out the door. Once Harry was out of the house, Draco moved into the living room, curling himself into a cocoon on the couch with his favorite book. Remus came in silently and sat at the other end of the couch, pulling Draco's feet into his lap and rubbing them. Sirius followed with Hot Totties for all of them.
"So we're waiting up for him then?" Draco mumbled from his cocoon.
"That does seem to be the plan." Remus replied.
Across town, Harry was having the time of his life. Ben was amazing. He was so witty and smart and they talked about everything under the sun. Harry might have overindulged with the shopping a bit, considering he wasn't even sure if his new electronics would function at Grimmauld Place, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was only money and Ben was so interesting.
At dinner, in a small pub, thy sat across from each other and shared stories from school, slightly edited from Harry's perspective of course. Harry was taking a drink from his water when he felt Ben sliding his foot up the inside of his calf. He sputtered.
"So, Harry, are you done with your dinner? We could head back to my flat for a nightcap?" Harry flushed under Ben's intense look. He bit his lip and smiled quickly.
"I think I'd really like that." Ben paid their tab and they left the pub. Ben grabbed his hand as they left and Harry felt a flush creep up his body. Until that moment the most sexual thing he'd ever done with another person was the blow-job he'd received from Draco a few weeks ago. He'd never reciprocated in any way.
Ben's flat was simple, quiet and small. Harry only got a few seconds to look around before Ben was pressing his down onto the couch and kissing him. Harry lay back onto the couch and Pulled Ben on top of him, loving the feel of the long, lanky body on top of his own. Ben tasted like the lager he'd drunk at the pub. His tongue was everywhere at once in Harry's mouth and Harry felt completely inept as he tried to keep up with the older boy.
He could feel Ben's erection pressing into his hip and he moaned at the feel of it. Harry thrust his hips up, to give Ben more friction when he realized that he wasn't hard; at all. Harry panicked. He was enjoying himself; he loved the feel of the body above his own and the tiny, arousing sounds coming from Ben's throat. Even the smell of him was pleasing, but Harry was incapable of getting an erection. He pulled back from the amazing kiss and pushed at Ben's shoulders.
"What's wrong Harry?" Harry had to close his eyes from the wave of lust those words produced in him; there was something vaguely familiar about that voice. He forced his eyes open and drank in the sight of the other body, disheveled and ruffled above him. Those amazing eyes were black with lust, his face pink high on his cheeks and his hair was ruffled. Harry tried to force his cock to cooperate, but it still lay quiescent in his pants. He forced down the shame and tried to formulate a reason to leave, quickly.
"I just…Ben this is great and you are great and I really want you but I can't do this. Not tonight. I have…I just have to go." Ignoring the sad look on the handsome boy's face, he grabbed his bags from the shopping trip and all but ran out the door in shame.
Harry wandered the streets for a while, realizing that he didn't know where he was. He thought about what happened, or rather what hadn't happened. He realized that he'd never had any kind of problem like that before and puzzled at what could be wrong with him. He took some time to get a story straight in his head; Remus, Sirius and Draco would certainly want to hear about his date and he couldn't possibly tell them what really happened. Finally he simply settled on a darkened alleyway with no visible people in it so that he could apparate home.
Harry appeared with a 'crack' on the front steps of Grimmauld Place with a feeling of dread in his stomach. He'd never wanted to be able to just run in and go right to bed without speaking to anyone before. Screwing up his courage, he grabbed his shopping bags and headed into the house. He immediately felt relief; Sirius, Remus and Draco were all asleep on the couch, curled up together in the comforter off his bed. Unknowingly a smile appeared on his face as he took in the scene.
Remus was at one end of the couch, his feet up on the ottoman and a book propped on his chest. Draco was next to him, his head on Remus' shoulder and the comforter pulled all the way up to his chin. Sirius was at the other end of the couch, Draco's feet propped up in his lap and his eyes open. Harry started.
"Hey pup. We can talk in the morning. Can you get yours and I'll get mine?" Harry nodded, leaving his stuff by the door to pull Draco up into his arms. Though Draco was taller than him, he was so much slighter that Harry was able to carry him and the blanket easily. He headed up the one flight of stairs to their room, gently placing Draco on the bed and arranging the blanket so that he would have some when he got into bed.
Harry brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas before slipping into bed beside Draco. He curled on his side and observed the other boy. Contrary to popular belief, Harry was not stupid or unobservant. He knew how Draco felt about him. Perhaps he was cruel to act the way that he did knowing that Draco was in love with him, but Harry was some twisted up notions of being good enough for the other boy floating around his head.
Harry reached out to brush hair off of Draco's face and Draco's eyes snapped open.