Chapter 5:

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Harry didn't make a habit of bringing a bag with him when meeting a client unless said client was into bondage or something of similar nature. Although, tonight he had packed a bag of clothes to change into after he had finished work. He didn't want to spend time with Severus in the same clothes that he had worn to work. He'd grab a shower after the client deserted him and then meet Severus downstairs. He made his way through the lobby and up to the room the client had left in his instructions. He came out of the lift and swallowed hard before knocking on the door.

He was greeted by a boy who had to be close to the same age as him, and was so nervous he smiled whenever he asked him anything instead of answering. That's when he got the hint, the boy was more than likely a virgin. It wasn't an uncommon event but Harry had only encountered a few since he had started. And tonight was probably not the night to pick up a virgin when the only thing he could think about was Severus. He tried to shake himself out of it while the boy, who finally introduced himself as Mitch, showered. He stripped down to his boxers and waited for Mitch to get out of the shower.

"I'm sorry I'm really nervous," Mitch said quietly. "This is my first time."

"I thought it might be. Don't worry I'll take good care of you," Harry grinned at him receiving a coy smile in return. "Come here."

Harry pulled Mitch over and kissed him softly on the lips, but he didn't kiss Harry back. He tried again and got the same response.

"Is something wrong? I'm just a bit nervous is all. Sorry," he replied earnestly.

"Just try and relax yeah?" Harry asked receiving a nod.

Harry had been trying to get Mitch hard for half an hour at this point and the boy hadn't reacted at all. He finally gave up and looked at the boy who looked slightly relieved by it all. Which confused Harry even more.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not you," Mitch spoke candidly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're a fit enough bloke and all, but I think I'm straight.""Then why did you hire me?" Harry asked furrowing his brow.

"Well there was this incident you see and I thought maybe I was attracted to blokes. And the only way I could know for sure was to hire you."

"Right," Harry said sitting up. "An expensive way to know for sure."

"If it's any conciliation it's not your fault," Mitch shrugged. "But I'd best be off."

This was Harry's first time that he guessed he could deem unsuccessful. Every other interaction with a client usually had a raving review, but this time he was used as an experiment to figure out someone else's sexuality. At least he got paid for it and Mitch didn't have to have an awkward, drunken encounter with a friend or someone he'd have to face the next day. It was cleaner this way. This was the first time in his short lived career as a prostitute that he actually felt used by someone. Usually it was this great reciprocal arrangement where he made a living and his client got a much needed release. Not to mention that Harry greatly enjoyed the sex. This was different this was he got paid to be someone else's test run. He knew it was stupid to see things in that way but he couldn't help it. It probably wasn't even that weird if he asked any other escort about it, he was sure they would tell it happens. Well any other escort would tell him that except maybe Draco. In the end he boiled it all down to a wounded ego.

He texted Severus to see if he could meet earlier than they had planned and decided on a shower. He took his time in the shower letting the warm water run over him and tried to wash away the events of the night. He took longer in the shower than he had intended to and we got out and checked him phone he had a text from Severus. 'I'm downstairs.' He dressed in a hurry and made sure he had everything before heading downstairs to meet Severus.

When he saw Severus waiting for him near the doors all was forgotten. The man of course was wearing his trademark scowl and his all black attire. For some reason the formidable nature that the man cast made Harry smile. How the bellhops that were working went out of their way to keep from crossing his path or line of sight. It truly was a gift to have people so afraid of you without having to say a word. Harry saw something he himself wasn't completely sure of in the man. He really liked being around Severus and learning about him and he found joy in seeing sides of him that were carefully guarded from even his closest friends. Severus was an enigma and he kind of got the impression that Severus felt the same way about him. They were both trying to figure the other one out.

"Hey," Harry smiled up at Severus as he came to a stop in front of him.

"Hey," Severus replied. "Ready to go?"

"Never been more ready in my whole life," Harry laughed.

"Good," Severus remarked. "I have a car waiting for us.""Where are we going?" Harry joked.

"Wherever you want to go."

"Can we get some take away? I'm starving."

"Your wish is my command," Severus said pulling the car door open for Harry, flustering the driver who had gotten out to do so.

"Brilliant," Harry grinned.

"Any reason you're off early or was he a quick fix?" Severus mused.

"More like straight," Harry shrugged. "Quite the ego bruiser."

"Nothing hath charms to soothe the wounded ego quite like alcohol and flirtation," Severus replied smoothly.

Severus lived in one of the poshest neighborhoods in London, Eaton Square. Harry couldn't lie, he was impressed by it all, but not surprised. Never surprised. He also knew that Draco's house wasn't far away in the even posher Belgrave Square. The house was very nice but that was all it was to him a house, it didn't give the impression of being someone's home. Like one of those houses that realtors set up so that you could see how your furniture looked inside of it. It told him that Severus was never home and most likely that he was married to his job. There were a few staff on hand when they arrived and they like most other people tried to stay out of Severus' way. The man had definitely put the fear of god in them. He felt like he was in some sort of Museum and that everything belonged behind a glass display case. He didn't feel like he belonged here at all, after all he grew up in a cupboard under the stairs.

Severus seemed to pick up on his obvious discomfort and gave him an inquiring look but didn't say anything. Which made Harry fret even more about the entire situation. Severus looked as though he wanted to say something, to ask what was wrong but he stopped himself. Instead he opted to show Harry his personal lab, which instantly made Harry feel better. The entire place was messy and you could tell that this was where the man spent the majority of his time. There were books strewn all over various counters and research notebooks with equations and things that Harry couldn't even begin to understand.

"This place is like a museum," Harry finally pointed out.

"Yes, I rarely find reason to be home for much more than research or to sleep. I also travel quite a lot for work," Severus replied confirming Harry's suspicions. "But I'm always looking for a reason to be home more."

"Yeah?" Harry found himself blushing.

"You know where I live now," Severus continued. "Maybe next time we could meet at yours?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

Harry and Severus spent the night getting more and more pissed and filling themselves with takeaway. Severus dismissed the staff for the night not long before they started drinking so they had the entire house to themselves. The two spent most of the night flirting but never making a move. It was this strange dance between them, like they both wanted to make a move just neither knew who should make the move first, so they both held back. Harry found himself afraid that if he was too forward too soon that he would come off as easy or cheap to Severus, he was a prostitute after all. Harry felt that maybe Severus wasn't sure how to act around another person in a romantic setting. After all Lucius had hired a prostitute to be his date without his knowledge or consent. It said to him that Severus had probably been out of action for much longer than the man cared to admit. They were going to have to learn to interact with each other and more importantly grow to trust each other if this had any chance of becoming something more. And Harry found himself desperately wishing for it to become something more.

When they were hopelessly pissed and Harry announced that he should be going home, Severus called a car to take him home. When the car arrived and the driver made his presence known, Severus walked Harry out. He thanked Severus for a lovely evening and Severus causally threw in that they should do it again soon. Severus pulled the car door open for Harry and before he could turn to say goodbye one last time the older man pulled him close and kissed him hard. It was a warm, deep, caring kiss but also a drunken one. When they pulled apart he found himself breathlessly staring into the man's deep onyx eyes. Severus smirked and wished him a goodnight and shut the door once Harry had climbed into the backseat. He smiled to himself and found himself touching his mouth as he looked out as the car pulled away and Severus made his way back to his front door.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than I initially wanted it to be, but it also gave me a lot of trouble. I hope you like it and sorry it's a bit all over its kind of an attempt at continually following Harry's train of thought. The next chapter will be longer, I promise! Reviews are greatly appreciated.