Title: Some Like It Hot 3/
Author: theblackrose16
Beta: elsa_kallan
Summary: Vegas can be a dangerous place to wake up in especially when you have no memory of the night before and a brand new wedding ring on your finger.
Pairings: Harry/Greg, Hermione/Ron, no idea who else
Warnings: slash and there will be Ginny bashing further on. Some language and mature sex scenes…hmmm… I can't think of anything else at this point will let you know.
Word Count: 2, 033
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN: I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. I have managed to get my ass in gear thanks to my persistent beta and nagging muse. Hopefully this will last.
AN2: I have slightly revamp the previous 2 chapters. There are an additional +-600 words that have been added.
Some Like It Hot
Chapter 3
His stomach's desire for food woke Harry. The young man woke slowly, wrinkling his nose as some hairs tickled it; that woke him up completely as his memories returned and he remembered who was in his bed with him.
Once again Harry was spooning behind Greg, playing the part of the big spoon, an arm wrapped around his waist. The young CSI was awake and tracing invisible patterns on Harry's hand and fingers one by one. Harry intertwined his fingers with Greg's, gaining the brunette's attention.
"What do you say that we head downstairs and I'll throw us together some lunch," Harry offered.
"Mmm… that sounds nice," Greg murmured.
"There are clothes on the dresser that you can wear if you don't want to put on your old clothes."
"Thanks," Greg said, his voice still rough from sleep.
Harry squeezed Greg around his waist before sitting up, the sheet pooling around his waist. Smothering a yawn, he rolled out of bed, pulled on a pair of black jeans and a red jumper over a black shirt before making his way down to the kitchen.
The young CSI slowly crawled out of the large bed, stopping to stretch his arms high above his head as he yawned. He spotted the dresser to his right against the wall with the clothes Harry had left for him sitting on top of it and ambled over. There was a pair of dark blue jeans along with a light blue shirt folded neatly. Harry had even left him a clean pair of socks.
He quickly dressed and sat back on the bed to put the socks. The rolled up pair of black socks slipped out of his hands and rolled underneath the bed. With a stifled curse, Greg got onto his knees and grabbed the socks from just underneath the bed.
As he sat back up on his knees, Greg noticed a gun lying just behind the lamp on the bedside table. A gun that didn't belong to him since Greg knew his gun was lying on the other bedside table. Unlike Greg's gun though, this one didn't have a badge lying beside it, which given that this was Harry's house didn't necessarily mean anything yet but it still made Greg uneasy. Hoping that he hadn't just married a mob boss, he finished dressing quickly and walked out the room.
Greg stumbled down the passage towards the kitchen, following the smell of bacon frying. He stopped in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and folding his arms as he gazed at the picture that Harry made.
His new husband was standing in front of the stove, one hand holding a spatula while his left hand was in his front jean pocket. Harry was nibbling on his lower lip, seemingly lost in thought as he stared at the frying bacon. The slight shift in his back muscles was the only indication that he was aware that Greg was standing behind him.
"Why is there a gun beside your bed?" Greg blurted out.
He hadn't meant to ask that question right away. He'd planned on trying a more subtle approach but it had just come out without thought.
Harry turned and gave Greg an amused little smile.
"You panicking that you might have married a criminal?" he couldn't seem to resist teasing the other man at every opportunity.
Greg gave a little shrug, trying to appear nonchalant when it was actually a pretty big deal for him. Harry grinned knowing what was going on within Greg's mind.
"No worries, Greg," Harry began, turning the stove off and putting the bacon into a bowl as the toast popped up.
He grabbed the toast and bacon, set them before Greg on the kitchen counter along with some butter and jam and the eggs that he had already finished frying.
Nodding to a cupboard, "Can you grab us two plates?" Harry asked Greg.
"Sure," the CSI replied, retrieving the plates while Harry collected the salt and pepper to complete their meal.
"I realize that it's actually lunch but we didn't really have breakfast," Harry began as he took a seat on one of the two bar chairs by the kitchen counter leaving the other open for Greg.
"We barely know each other from a bar of soap. We're married and we have a lot of ground to cover if we wanna make this work. So I'll go first since you've already asked about the gun.
I grew up in England. My parents were killed when I was barely a year old and I was sent to live with my aunt and her husband and their son, my cousin. Let's just say that they never wanted me around and leave it at that for now. I went to a private boarding school once I turned eleven, the same school that my parents attended.
I had two best friends in school, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Ron has a really large family and his sister had a thing for me. His mother, Molly, never missed an opportunity to push us together. Over the years, I'd managed to avoid being left alone with her but as we got older it became more and more difficult.
When I finished school, I was offered a chance to train and join an elite black ops group. After a few years of intense training, I was assigned to a team. I loved my job and I was good at it.
About six months ago, Ginny apparently got tired of waiting for me to make a move. I was at their family home for the weekend. Ginny slipped my something in the glass of water that I usually kept beside the bed that I slept in when I stayed over.
The next morning I woke up with a headache and a very naked Ginny pressed up against me. Before I could even take a moment to access the situation, Ron walked into the room and immediately started shouting, bringing everyone else into room.
Ginny swore that the two of us were involved and her family is a bit on the old fashioned side. They immediately began insisting and demanding that I marry her.
I refused but they created a number of problems for me. My own best friends wouldn't even hear what I had to say. They believed Ginny without question.
Ever since I was recruited, I've been offered several other positions but I always refused because England was my home. Around the time with Ginny, I was offered a position here in Vegas.
I quit my old job, packed up my things and moved out here. I start my new job on Monday. This time I'll be heading my own black ops team," Harry carefully left out the part where magic, Voldemort and Hogwarts were involved. He figured that Greg needed to get one surprise at a time. Besides he hadn't known the man all that long to trust him with all his secrets just yet.
Greg was slightly stunned. Of all the explanation that he had come up with for the gun, black ops was not one of them. Sure he had thought that maybe Harry was a cop, but black ops? Never crossed his mind.
"That explains the scars," he whispered out loud.
"Sorry," he apologized when he realized that Harry had overheard him.
Harry merely chuckled, waving a hand to indicate that it didn't matter.
"I have several weapons hidden around the house. I'll show you where they are in case you may ever need to use them at some point although I really hope it doesn't come to that."
Greg nodded. It was a lot of information to take in but on the bright side he had married one of the good guys. A good guy who it seemed was exceptional at his job if he had his own team at such a young age.
The young man chewed on a piece of bacon as he thought of where to start. Harry took the opportunity to eat his food as he hadn't taken a bite while he'd been explaining.
"You know I'm a CSI," Greg began, "but I wasn't always one. I started out as one of the lab technicians. My parents are still alive but we're far from close. They're scholars, academics, and they couldn't be affectionate if their lives depended on it.
My Papa Olaf and Nana were the only ones that showed me any love. I moved here to Vegas as soon as I finished high school, went to University here. Even still, my parents weren't happy when they found out that I was gonna use my education to work at a crime lab. I never told them that I made CSI and I'm not working in the lab any longer.
The closest thing that I have to a family is my team at the lab. My job makes a lot of demands on my time and not many people understand and can be in a relationship with someone whose work takes up so much of their time. I haven't had a relationship in a long time," Greg confessed quietly, his eyes downcast.
Harry placed a hand on Greg's knee in silent support.
"How long until you're back on duty?" Harry asked softly.
"Uh… it's Tuesday today, so I go back on shift Friday night," Greg replied, the unasked why could be heard in his voice.
"So we've got three days to get to know each other. I don't know what's gonna happen between us but we can take this one day at a time, see where we end up."
Harry stood up, collected the breakfast dishes and put them into the kitchen sink.
Turning to Greg, he asked, "Shall we go and get your things? That is if you still wanna move in."
Greg tilted his head to the side as he looked at Harry slightly incredulously.
"How are you so calm about all this?" he wanted to know of his new husband, completely perplexed.
Harry shrugged, snickering softly at Greg's facial expression.
"Unusual things happen all the time in my life. If I freaked out every time, I'd be in a perpetual state of freaking out for the rest of my life."
He walked over to Greg, slid his arms around the CSI's waist, pulling their bodies closer together. He gave Greg a small, happy smile as the other man mimicked his movements, encircling his waist. Giving Greg time to pull away, Harry leaned forward, nuzzling at the spot just below the brunette's jaw before moving upwards, capturing him in a gentle kiss.
He couldn't help smirking when he pulled away as Greg gave a little whimper of protest at the loss.
"So are we gonna go and get your stuff?" Harry whispered, breath ghosting across his lips.
The pair spent most of the day packing Greg's belongings into boxes and put them into the back of both Greg's car and Harry's large, black SUV. They managed to move everything in two trips, unpacking all the boxes into the front hallway to unpack once they were finished moving.
Harry carried in the last box behind Greg, placed it on a pile a boxes to his right and wiped his hands on his jeans. Looking at his new husband, and he still had to get used to that, he placed a hand on Greg's arm to gain his attention.
Greg raised an eyebrow in question.
"You can have the guest room where you showered this morning or… or you can move into my bedroom and make it our room," Harry offered nervously, unsure if he was pushing Greg too much too fast.
Greg took a deep breath before replying decisively, "Our room. If we're gonna give this a try, then let's do it properly from the beginning."
Harry leaned forward, giving Greg a quick peck showing his happiness with Greg's response.
"Come on, let's get your clothes and things unpacked in our room and then I'll throw us together some dinner," Harry suggested, grabbing a nearby suitcase and tugging it towards the bedroom.
TBC…