Author's note:
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Harry Potter, I am just a humble fan
Warning: Rated M, smut
Just over four weeks later, Nick arrived in London after visiting Viktor in Bulgaria.
The paperwork involved in his school transfer had gone smoothly and he had subsequently enjoyed three weeks with his best friend at his home. During his visit, Nick had helped Viktor release some of the feelings of guilt he still harboured over torturing Cedric.
Nick had repeatedly reasoned that if he had lived, Cedric would have heard him out eventually and probably forgiven him, as he did not seem the type to hold a grudge.
The only thing that helped his sadness at leaving Viktor, probably not to see him for quite some time, was the fact that he was returning to Jeff.
The early-bird British Airways flight from Sofia, Bulgaria, to London Heathrow Airport had only taken around 3 hours, so he wasn't too tired. The thought of finally seeing Jeff tomorrow did wonders for his energy levels any way.
With a spring in his step he boarded the underground train and plonked his luggage down, flipping down a seat so he could sit near it. The Piccadilly Line took him to the Russell Square stop within an hour, which was just down the road from the estate agents where he could pick up the keys for his flat.
One good thing about being a Malfoy was his financial situation. One of the stipulations his father had made when allowing Nick to become more independent and live in London over the summer was to start looking after his own finances and make his own investment decisions. For this reason, instead of renting, Nick had chosen to use his inheritance to buy a central London flat.
Both the potential capital increase and rental margin prospects this had for when Nick was back at school in September had received approval from his father. Well, a nod any way. That was about as demonstrative as he got in a positive way. A different thing could be said about the alternative... Nick shuddered at memories of his father in an angry mood.
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Nothing was going to put a damper on the day, specifically the day before seeing Jeff. Nick almost missed his stop because he was daydreaming about his gorgeous blond-haired boyfriend and his amazingly hot body...
He hopped off of the train onto the platform and followed the crowd up the stairs and into the lifts, through the ticket barrier and out into a warm sunny day. He breathed in deeply, savouring the truly London aroma of trees, fresh-ish air, exhaust fumes and tarmac. Home.
That simple word evoked a sudden future picture in Nick's head.
"Home" to him currently meant being in the city he loved, as near to Jeff as possible. Screw his family.
His future mental picture had him and Jeff sharing coffee together one morning, sat on their sofa, in Nick's flat, before leaving for college. There were so many options in a city like London so that most career or subject options were possible.
Even magical-world training opportunities existed here if one knew where to find them. Just like the Leaky Cauldron inn in London, muggle eyes slipped from one side of magical buildings to the other, seemingly unnoticed by them. He didn't know what subject Jeff wanted to pursue, nor where, but he hoped the blond boy would find something suitable in London.
Nick longed for the day he could live with Jeff.
At least he could see him every day at school in their seventh year, even though they were in different houses. His friendship with Thad and Trent was also important to the almost-Gryffindor, since they had been there so solidly for his boyfriend after Cedric's death.
While he looked around to catch his bearings, he ran his hand through his hair. Hair! It was a good inch longer than the slightly grown out stubble that Jeff had seen last. He was looking forward to Jeff seeing it for the first time and maybe running his fingers through it, since hair seemed to be a big thing for Jeff. Or maybe just his own hair was?
He quickly retrieved his new mobile phone from his pocket, purchased specifically to keep in touch with Jeff while they were apart, and fired off a quick text to Jeff to give him the full address and to say he had arrived, so tomorrow was definitely okay to come as planned.
He was moving in a day earlier than expected, due to the cleaners finishing quicker and managing to get both a moving company for stuff from his parents' house, he would not call it home, and a delivery slot for his new furniture today too. The estate agent had already let them in, so Nick should only have to position everything where he wanted it to go.
About twenty minutes later he had picked up the keys and walked to the bus stop, waiting for the red bus that should take him only a couple of stops to the corner of his new road. The distance was walkable, but he decided to take the bus as he had luggage with him today.
Another ten minutes later and Nick was stood on the pavement looking up at his new address. The building was a white terraced townhouse split into flats on each floor. The front door was large and imposing with an ornate knocker, for decorative purposes only since the electronic intercom system was wall mounted to the side.
From this, Nick counted 4 flats in total, basement, ground, first and second floor levels. Nick's was at the top, judging by the blank label next to the number 36d. The road was one side of a square set around a fenced-off public space with trees and an expanse of green grass.
He smiled to himself, extremely pleased so far, as he had taken a bit of a gamble by buying it unseen, based only on photos, floor plans and the advice of the estate agent.
His smile only grew as he let himself into the flat itself. Bare, boring but clean, white walls were everywhere. Large windows let the late morning light flood into the kitchen / diner area which was open plan with the lounge.
Nick dropped his bags and went to investigate the other rooms. Two quite large, square bedrooms with built-in wardrobes and a decent sized bathroom led off of the hall.
He returned to the kitchen, deciding he liked the stainless-steel and chrome effect appliances and cooker hood, teamed with dark coloured cabinets and plain silver handles.
Nick loved it. He made a mental note to send a bunch of flowers to the estate agent who had helped him secure this, his own perfect personal corner of London. His mental picture of him and Jeff living together there one day only grew stronger now.
Nick quickly showered to feel fresher after travelling, before he set about unpacking and building the furniture which was currently piled high in boxes in the slightly smaller bedroom. He had already decided to make that room into a study, with a large desk near the bright window overlooking the public park outside the window.
Nick was almost done rearranging furniture by the end of the afternoon. He paused, sitting on the chocolate brown leather two-seater sofa in the lounge, relaxing with a cup of tea resting on the coffee table in front of him.
He was just deciding what electrical leads he would need for the TV, DVD player and games machine and where to locate all of them when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw it was Jeff.
"Jeff!" He practically yelled into the phone. He heard a giggle on the other end that made his stomach flip. God, I've missed him, he thought.
"Well, hello to you too, stranger!" Jeff laughed. "I've missed you so much! How come you're back today?" He asked.
"Things went a lot smoother with the estate agents and furniture delivery, so I'm almost done unpacking. Just the little things left now." Jeff hummed his understanding.
Nick continued. "I wish you were coming today, though." The pout was evident in his voice. At that moment the intercom buzzer rang, so Nick quickly pressed to unlock the downstairs door, not wanting to stop talking to Jeff if it was just the estate agent.
Jeff continued talking while Nick went to his front door to see who it was, and hopefully get rid of them fast. "I'm glad you said that." He sounded like he was trying not to laugh.
"What?" Nick asked, puzzled. Someone knocked on his door and he opened it while he waited for Jeff to explain. His phone clattered to the floor when he saw who it was.
Jeff was stood outside his door. Jeff.
The blond boy smirked cheekily, saying, "I said, I'm glad you said that!", before he flung himself at the shorter boy, wrapping as much of himself around Nick in an impossibly tight hug as he could.
"Jeff! Oh my god, I've missed you so much, you have no idea." Nick's muffled voice came from somewhere in the vicinity of Jeff's shoulder. "I think I do. Why do you think I dropped everything to come today instead as soon as I got your text?" Jeff pulled back a little and dropped his legs back to the floor to let him breathe, then stopped still, staring at Nick.
"What is it?" Nick asked, worried.
"You have hair!" Jeff shrieked. "Can I touch it? Please?!"
Nick smiled, winking. "I was hoping you would."
Jeff started running his hands through the thick, wavy, brunet hair and moaned, clutching Nick's head to bring his lips close for a desperate, needy kiss. "Oh my god, you were sexy as hell before, but with hair...mmmf!" Jeff clearly ran out of suitable adjectives at this point, letting his lips explain in other ways.
Nick backed them into his flat and kicked the door shut, Jeff dropping his bag in the hall on the way as the brunet guided them slowly to the sofa, lips still attached and tongues roaming.
He sat down on the sofa and Jeff straddled his lap, both boys letting out loud moans into each other's mouths. Nick's hands started to wander, over clothes first, clutching at Jeff's denim-clad ass before snaking upwards under his t-shirt to stroke up his back, then round to his chest to tease at his nipples and tickle down his stomach.
Jeff started moaning."Nngh! More! Please, more!" As he devoured Nick's mouth and began to kiss down his jaw to mark his neck. His hands were still feeling at Nick's hair, which was really turning Nick on. And Jeff, by the feel of the bulge pressing against Nick's stomach.
He began to palm Jeff with one hand as the other made short work of his belt buckle, ripping open the button fly and immediately delving in to bring his rock hard and leaking cock to poke to attention through the hole in his boxers.
Jeff moaned and sat up on his knees to let Nick grab his ass with both hands as his mouth sank down on Jeff's hardness, sucking and licking relentlessly. It was all Jeff could do to try to keep his balance as the amazing suction of Nick's mouth pulled at him and the coiling sensation built up in his stomach.
They were still both fully clothed, Jeff desperate to be naked and writhing beneath Nick, but it had been so long and he knew he was close. He let Nick know before he jolted and came violently down Nick's throat, clinging onto his shoulders as he rode out his orgasm.
Nick waited for a moment before he held Jeff tight, standing up and carrying him quickly to his bedroom, where he had thankfully already made his bed and deposited certain supplies in his bedside table.
He threw Jeff backwards onto the bed, making Jeff giggle at his eagerness as each boy began to strip quickly. Nick's eyes were glued to Jeff's beautiful naked body as he grabbed the bottle of lube, then crawled over to Jeff. Jeff licked his lips as he stared at Nick's hardness, impatient for it to be inside him already.
Nick kissed Jeff deeply as he slicked up the fingers on one hand and swallowed Jeff's gasps as his fingers started teasing him, before pressing in, working him open steadily.
Nick was about to ask if Jeff was ready when his boyfriend reached for the lube and started slicking up Nick's cock. Nick's eyes darkened as he moaned loudly and locked eyes with Jeff, who was biting his lip sexily and peering out from under his mussed up blond fringe. His cheeks were stained with a pretty pink blush and Nick didn't think he could look any more gorgeous than he did now.
He nodded quickly before positioning himself, hovering over Jeff and kissing him once more before his cock began nudging at his entrance, pushing in inch by inch. Nick moaned at this new sensation of Jeff wrapped around his bare cock, warm, wet and tight.
Jeff was hard again by now as he grasped at Nick's hips, moaning at the amazing feeling of Nick filling him up. He urged Nick to move and his moans grew louder as the pace of Nick's thrusts picked up.
Nick adjusted the angle of his thrusts and Jeff yelled out, "Ooohhhh yesss! Nngh! I love you so much, Nicky!"
Nick was panting and grunting with exertion and the effort to not come yet as he pounded into Jeff over and over. "Nngh! I love... Nngh... you... Nngh...too!" He finally managed to stutter between thrusts.
Nick knew he couldn't last much longer after so long apart so he leant on one hand as he wrapped the other around Jeff's cock and brought him quickly to release. Just as Jeff's muscles clamped around Nick's cock, the brunet came too, moaning Jeff's name.
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