Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Alex Karev(Grey's Anatomy, Season 7)
Alex led the guy into their home, through the door and up the stairs and turned into his room. The others were still at work, at the hospital, so he hoped that they would get at least an hour's worth of time alone. The guy he had brought home looked at him, his green eyes intent as he looked Alex over, his black hair reaching down to his shoulders and the scar on his forehead intriguing. But none of them drew Alex's attention more than the heat in his eyes.
"You ever done this before? Brought a guy home?" Harry questioned, looking around the small but well furnished room before focusing on him.
Alex shook his head. "Never seen you before but I did kiss a guy back in high school. Got a good blowjob back in med school."
"In town for business," Harry said, taking a step over towards him, closing the distance between them and backing Alex up to the door. Alex watched as he stripped off his shirt, the dark green thing he had been wearing, and his eyes widened at the few scars that littered Harry's chest.
Alex did the same, peeling off his sweaty shirt and dropped it onto the floor, hearing his shirt hit the floor with a light thump. "I don't… know..."
"I can start," Harry whispered, leaning into press his lips to Alex's and wrapping his arms around him.
Alex moaned into the kiss, drifting towards Harry and trying to get closer. Kissing a guy was different than kissing a girl, than kissing Izzie and he had to tip his chin further up, make up for the difference in height. Harry was definitely more muscular than any of the girls he had had one night stands with but it wasn't the kind of muscle that the man had gone to the gym for. And with the scars… He wondered where Harry had gotten them and then one of Harry's hands circled his waist, dropping down to palm his cock through his jeans and drew a strangled gasp from him.
"Fuck," Alex muttered as his heart began to race and heat built in his stomach and at the base of his spine. A few drops of sweat rolled down his forehead as he reached over to tug Harry into a heated kiss, wet and sharp. His cock jolted, hardening and leaking pre-cum.
"That feel good?" Harry questioned, amusement and heat in his green eyes.
Alex snorted and pushed him back. Harry went with it, backing up without looking and stopping at the foot of the bed. "Of course it felt good, idiot."
"Come here," Harry urged, smirking over at him and patting the bed. "We going to have a one night stand or what?"
Alex hesitated only briefly, taking a few steps before Harry reached out, palms up toward him. "I've got us covered here."
"I don't need anyone," Alex said, frowning.
Harry raised an eyebrow, still holding out his hands, waiting. "I'm not judging you here. It's just sex. Good sex, I hope."
Alex rolled his eyes and dropped his hands in Harry's, following his tug to the bed and sitting down. He shrugged off his shoes and Harry slipped in between his legs, tipping his chin up to press his lips to his. He groaned, going with Harry's next light push and lying on his back on the bed.
"Your roomates around?" Harry whispered, crawling up onto the bed with him and hovering above him.
"No…" Alex replied, shaking his head and moaning as Harry dipped down to lick a nipple and arched up into him. "They're… fuck… at the hospital."
"They doctors too?"
"Hmmm."
Harry grinned above him and traced his fingers across his skin, causing goosebumps to appear. His fingers ghosted over Alex's scar from the shooter, his green eyes narrowing momentarily, before continuing down and helping him take off his jeans. Alex wriggled out of them and Harry slipped off his pants too, their movements bringing them closer together.
Harry slid back down, his hands trailing down Alex's stomach and thighs, hovering over his hard cock and continuing down to press inside him. Alex jolted up only to be held down by Harry's other hand, his eyes going wide as pleasure sparked throughout his body. The intrusion was new but not unpleasant, not painful. He groaned, hearing Harry mutter something under his breath and then his fingers were coated with lube, slipping further inside him until they hit the spot.
Harry swallowed up his whine, pressing down into him for a kiss as he opened Alex up. First one finger as Alex got used to it, squirming around briefly, breathing heavily, and then a second finger joined the first, pleasure sparking in his nerves. Heat flew through him as Harry withdrew his fingers, stroked up and down his cock before lining up and thrusting in. Alex yelled out, arching up and curling his toes as pleasure continued to build.
"You okay?" Harry whispered, a little hint of gritted teeth under his voice and more than enough husky arousal in it. "Need a minute?"
"No!"
"Alex…"
"Move." Alex pleaded, sucking in a deep breath and scrabbling around in the sheets underneath him and curling his fingers into the bed. Harry peered at him, reached out and rubbed circles on his hips, his eyes focused on him entirely then began to move. Alex could feel his cheeks redden a little, at the attention that Harry was paying to him and then surrendered to what his body was telling him, the pleasure hissing through him as Harry once again hit that spot inside him.
"You look beautiful like this, you know," Harry muttered, withdrawing a little and then thrusting back in hard, skin hitting skin, and moving his hand to stroke over his legs and inner thighs. "Sweaty and fucked out."
Alex moaned, scrambling up to frantically yank Harry into a kiss, feeling the little nipping kisses that Harry pressed to his mouth as they moved together and then the pleasure boiled over. Heat and pressure sparked as his toes curled and his fingers clutched at Harry's shoulders. Sweat dripped down from both of them and his vision blacked out, seeing Harry come too out of the corner of his eyes.
Harry woke up the next morning, his arm wrapped around Alex's waist and Alex curled into him. He had heard the guy's roomates come back in late evening and maybe one or two in the early morning, probably an unpredictable schedule for residents at a hospital. He himself was still running on London time and the house was quiet and with a quick reach of his magic, he knew that no one was up and awake yet.
He peered down at Alex Karev, the guy who had taken him home from the bar last night, lightly running his fingers over Alex's shoulder and bare arm. He remembered feeling the small wound in his stomach that he had run his fingers over, remembered sensing the metal underneath his fingers. He wondered what the story was, wondered how Alex had gotten himself shot and then sighed, reaching up to his own hair and ran a hand through it.
He didn't have anywhere to be this early in the morning but his stomach was about to grumble so he slowly, carefully got out of bed. Extracted himself from Alex and slipped on his shirt and jeans, quickly used the bathroom in the hallway and tiptoed downstairs. Harry easily enough found the kitchen and rummaged around for breakfast ingredients, hearing the clock strike 5am.
Meredith woke up to the sound of the alarm going off, hearing Derek groan and turn over. She sighed and elbowed him, sleepily crawling out of bed to the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee floating up from downstairs. The smell woke her up enough to glance back to Derek, who often got up early to make breakfast but he was in bed this morning. She glanced to him, seeing him blearily open his eyes, and then walked out of their room, nodding to Jackson as he fell into step with her.
Lexie climbed down from the attic behind them and was about to step into the bathroom when Meredith saw her inhale deeply too. Her eyes widened as she pulled up her hair into a tail, racing into the bathroom and stepping out a minute later. There were still bags underneath her eyes, dreams of the shooting echoing throughout the house. Just a few nights ago, everyone had woken up to Jackson screaming. Alex had been the one to go into Jackson's room and wake him up.
But with Lexie, Derek and Jackson waking up and being here… Who was cooking?
"It's not Alex, is it? 'Cause he's a shit cook," Jackson muttered.
"Don't be an asshole, Jackson. I'm not cooking," Alex said as he stepped out of his room and closed the door behind him.
"Says the asshole," Jackson retorted.
Meredith rolled her eyes. "If we're all up here, who's cooking? April?"
"Here," April called out as she stepped out of her room. "Who's what?"
"Someone's cooking downstairs and it smells delicious," Jackson muttered, leading the way downstairs.
Meredith followed the other residents, sparing a glance to Alex, who shrugged. Alex looked rather… lose, more content than Meredith had seen him in a few weeks. "Bring someone else home last night?"
"It's probably another bar girl," Jackson said, smirking at Alex.
"Hey, I'm good in bed. No one's said I wasn't," Alex replied, leering at them and following Lexie and April into the kitchen.
Everyone tumbled into the kitchen, the smells of bacon, eggs, potatoes and coffee luring them in. Meredith ran right into Lexie, who had stopped right in the doorway.
"Lexie?"
"Who's the strange man cooking?" Lexie questioned, turning to look at them all. "Did April bring someone home?"
Meredith raised an eyebrow and looked around Lexie's shoulder, trying to get a good look at the person. She saw Alex's cheeks redden out of the corner of her eyes and then Jackson scrambled around her, heading right for the coffee machine.
"Coming through," Jackson muttered. "I don't care who's cooking. It smells delicious."
"Thank you. There should be enough for everyone in the house."
"British? Who brought a British guy home? He's cute," Lexie questioned, looking around at the group of residents. She eyed April, who vehemently shook her head, then threw up her hands. "Whoever brought him home gets brownie points from me."
"Name's Harry, not British guy. Thanks though."
Lexie giggled and went right for the bacon and eggs, snatching up a plate and piling on food. "We haven't had homemade breakfast in a while."
A groan drew everyone's attention to Jackson, who blinked and lowered the coffee mug in his hands. "What? It's good coffee. Tastes like it's right from the grinder."
April hummed and went to grab a mug, helping herself to the coffee machine. That left Meredith and Alex in the doorway and she turned to look at Alex, who subtly shrugged, and then she grinned a little, heading for the food.
"Did someone cook this morning?"
Meredith turned to look as Derek came downstairs fully dressed, his hair groomed and washed.
"Yeah, Harry did. It's all delicious, including the coffee."
"Hey, what's the scar on your forehead? You should get a plastic surgeon to look at that," Jackson remarked, as they all watched Harry wash the last of the dishes by hand.
Harry, the British guy, turned to look at them, eying each of them.
"Did someone say plastic surgeon needed?"
"Mark!"
"Did someone give him a key?" Meredith questioned, as Mark came in through the back door and headed right for the food.
"No, I'm fine with it," Harry answered, shrugging and snorting at everyone. "It's a long story as to how I got it though so I'll just go with it's classified information. Anyway, thanks for the night, Alex. I left my number on your side table if you want more sex. Or you know… if you want to go on a date."
Everyone turned to look at Alex, their eyes wide and blinking. Alex's cheeks went bright red and his eyes went wide, like a deer in headlights. Harry grinned softly, walked around Jackson, April, Lexie and Mark, waved to Alex and then stepped out the back door, vanishing into the rising sun.