Harry woke up the next morning filled with shame as memories of the night before flooded him. He had woken Jack up with a nightmare, and the man had came to comfort him! How embarrassing could he be?
His alarm clock read 11 o'clock. He was pleased that Jack was at work and he had the house to himself.
He poured himself a bowl of lucky charms and flipped on the tv, settling himself into the center of the squishy couch. It felt really good, like he was his own boss. He could eat or watch whatever he wanted and no one was there to say otherwise!
He was a bit on edge, half of him expecting Jack to throw open the front door and storm in at any moment, angrily demanding that he leave for good and that he didn't want him anymore. He would say, 'how dare you eat my food and sit on my coach like you own the place?' or something like that and forget that he had given him permission.
Jack didn't seem to be that kind of person, though, and Harry pushed his fears out of his mind as he sank into the couch, the sickly sweet cereal settling satisfactorily in his stomach. His heart swelled with gratitude. How could anyone be so nice? He was so wrong about the man.
That day was quiet. He played video games, watched tv, went for a walk around town, and wrote letters to his friends. Before long it was five o'clock and Jack was back, two large pizza boxes perched in one hand.
"Harry, how was your day?" he greeted. "Not too boring I hope?"
Harry's heart sped up a bit. He was glad the man was in a good mood and Harry hadn't misjudged his character. "It was great!" he assured. "I got to laze around which was surprisingly...nice." He wondered if most kids did this during their summers. Dudley definitely did. It was bliss; sleeping in, eating sugary cereal, playing video games… This was the life he wanted.
It was then that he noticed that there was a man behind Jack. He was very tall and thin, with blue eyes and a mop of dark brown hair.
"Oh, Harry, this is my friend Frank!" Jack gushed. "Sorry I didn't warn you before inviting him over. I should have texted you or something. It was a spontaneous thing."
Frank stooped forward, hands in pocket, and blinked at Harry from his level. "So you're Jack's new pet!" he gloated. "You sure are cute, even if you are a bit young."
"Oh, lay off!" Jack hissed, giving Frank a light shove.
Frank grinned, and patted Harry on the shoulder. "I'm only kidding! Come on, let's eat!" he plopped onto the living room couch.
Harry face heated up. The guy had a disarming smile, much like Jack. He was younger than Jack and very handsome. He sat next to Frank but on the opposite end of the couch.
Jack filled three glasses with ice and poured cans of coke into them, cursing when one fizzed over the top. He passed them around, sat himself down in the middle of them, and cracked open the first pizza box. Before digging in, however, he pulled out a bong and a tin can from the coffee-table drawer. "You smoke, Harry?" he asked, packing some weed into the bowl.
"Oh! Uh," Harry stammered, quickly swallowing a bite of hot cheese, "I haven't..ever...before."
Frank whistled as if he was amused. "Never? Well, I guess that's normal at your age. How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Geez, was I ever that young?"
"You don't have to if you don't want to. Weed always makes the pizza taste even better, though." Jack lit up, inhaled, then passed the bong to Harry.
Harry took it hesitantly, curiosity winning over. He copied what he had seen Jack do, and inhaled. It was stronger than he expected. He drew in too deep of a breathe, ending in a coughing fit.
Jack chuckled, taking it back for another hit. "Go easier next time, aye?" He passed it to Frank, who did the same.
They took hits and ate pizza, and Harry felt himself growing more relaxed and happy as time went on. It was obvious that Jack and Frank were a thing. Frank was reclining with his head in Jack's lap, and Jack was trying to make smoke rings and failing.
Even though Jack and Frank were older, Harry didn't feel so out of place as he had at first expected. They made him feel right at home, as if he was an adult too. Or maybe they just acted like teenagers?
"Oh right," Frank sat up, and ruffled in his pocket, pulling out a bag with a few blue capsules. "Want a go at molly tonight, Jack? You don't work tomorrow, right?"
"'Course!" Jack looked at Harry. "You want to try something else, Harry?" he asked.
"I.. I don't… what is it?" Harry felt embarrassed to have to ask, but he didn't know much about muggle drugs. In fact, he didn't know anything at all.
"It makes you feel good," said Frank. "Everything feels good with this. It takes an hour to set in, though."
He and Jack both popped one, and Harry hesitantly followed their example, thinking wryly about how Snape would wring his neck if he knew what he was doing. The man would never be this fun, not in a thousand years. His idea of a good time was insulting students, giving bad marks on homework assignments, and taking points from Gryffindor. Harry refused to remember the sparse few times Snape had actually been decent during the whole guardianship thing. The man had gotten rid of him in the end, after all. It was easier to hate Snape and remember the bad things than pine over what could have been.
The thought of doing drugs out of spite for Snape made the pill slide down so much easier. Fuck you, Snape, Harry silently gloated.
It wasn't long before Harry began to feel the effect. He began to feel lighter, like he was floating, and overwhelmingly calm and at peace with the world. Voldemort could step into the room and he would offer the man a cup of tea and try to have a chat with him.
Jack and Frank were feeling the effects too, because they had begun to make out heavily. Frank was straddling Jack with a hand in Jack's hair, their tongues dancing back and forth. Jack's shirt was off, and Harry eyed the man's deliciously ripped and tanned upper body, feeling his pants grow tight. Their make-out wasn't bothering him, and they didn't seem bothered by his presence either. Harry's tongue tingled as if it was him doing the kissing.
Frank suddenly let go of Jack and leaned close to Harry. He ran his hand through Harry's hair, and Harry leaned into the touch, astounded at how good it felt.
"Nice, isn't it?" chuckled Frank knowingly. "Molly makes sensations feel really good. You may get dehydrated. Make sure you drink plenty of water, alright? Your mouth is dry, isn't it?"
"I.. I can't tell…" Harry murmured. He was entranced by the man's eyes right next to his. They were beautiful, though the pupils were extremely large, almost swallowing the iris completely. He had long eyelashes, kind of like a girl. Every one stood out in stark sharpness.
"Hmm, let me see." And then the man leaned in to kiss him, and Harry was returning it.
Usually Harry was into everything being fast and rough. It was the way he liked it. However, Frank kissed him very slowly, and Harry felt like he didn't mind at all. Everything felt so soft and sparkly. It would be a sin to rush it.
Someone was kneading his shoulders. Harry realized that Jack had sat behind him massaging his shoulders, his breath warming Harry's neck. The man gently pulled Harry onto his lap while Harry and Frank continued to make out.
Then Frank began making out with Jack over Harry's shoulder, their two bodies entwined with Harry in the middle.
Harry was noticing that his heart was beating very fast, but also that he could feel Jack's and Frank's hearts beat as well. All of their hearts seemed to be beating in synchrony, and Harry thought that it was very beautiful. He felt connected to both of them in a way he hadn't felt connected to anyone before. He knew it was the drugs, but it felt heavenly.
Frank was losing clothes, and gently yanking Harry's off, too. Time was traveling very slowly to Harry. Every moment felt sharp in detail and newer than the last. No one had ever looked so attractive as Frank and Jack. He loved them so much. He loved the whole world so much. He was overflowing with love.
Jack was holding him in his lap, his hands gripping Harry's hip bones, and Harry could feel Jack's cock underneath him. It was rubbing up against where his jeans were covering his hole. He gasped, but it was because Frank had reached around and into the front of his jeans and was stroking him. The sensation made him see stars.
"Want...pants...off," gasped Harry in between strokes, impatiently waving at his legs as if that motion alone was enough to rid himself of the cumbersome material. He felt very weak and sluggish, and he wasn't about to protest at Frank helping him slide off his jeans.
Jack had stood up, pushing Harry gently off his lap, and stepped in front of him. Harry was going to complain at the loss of warmth on his back and in his pants when he caught sight of the Jack's cock inches from his face, already swollen and dripping.
"My turn," Jack said in a husky voice.
Harry didn't protest but opened his mouth in welcome.
He startled a bit because then his cock was swallowed by a warm tight wetness, and he realized that Frank had begun to suck him. His voice of surprise was silenced when Jack filled his mouth. Harry's vocal cords vibrated pleasantly around Jack's shaft.
Jack began to pump slowly, then with growing quickness. His head slammed the back of Harry's throat, and Harry forced his throat to remain lax all the way down. Harry knew there were tears leaking out of his eyes but he managed to keep a tight suction, even though he felt half unconscious at the overwhelming pleasant sensation of his own cock getting sucked at the same time.
Harry swallowed when Jack came into his mouth, only partially surprised. It wasn't long before he came as well.
Harry fell asleep soon after he orgasmed, feeling full and contented. Jack continued to play with Frank well into the night only a few feet from Harry. He had pleasant dreams that night.