Top Harry Tales: Harry/Jamie Dutton
Chapter Summary:Harry goes over to the Dutton Ranch for a booty call. (set sometime during season 1 of Yellowstone)
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Harry just stared at him, a little mischief, a little amusement, and a whole lot of hot want flickering in his eyes. There was some facial hair around Harry's chin, the product of not shaving for a couple days, making Jamie wonder if Harry had had to deal with some bullshit at work. "Jamie, what do you think I'm doing here?"
"I don't know! Do you want to get me killed?!" Jamie exclaimed, trying to keep his voice down and mostly failing. "My father is-"
Harry reached out and pressed two fingers against his mouth, his eyes giving Jamie a slow once over even as he licked his lips. Jamie swallowed at his look, his heart galloping a mile, the low thrum of arousal flickering to life in the pit of his stomach. "Then I'll gag you. How about that?"
Jamie groaned as lust flooded him, his cock hardening so fast at Harry's words that he could hardly see straight. Heat flooded him even as he nodded frantically at the thought, the thought of his father finding them in his bedroom filling him with humiliation. Of Beth finding him. Or Kayce. Oh, but he wanted to be fucked right now. Needed it. "Oh god."
Harry removed his fingers and led him towards the bed, somehow having gotten through 10 wranglers, around Rip and Beth and John, right into his bedroom. His boyfriend smiled at him, filthy promises in his eyes and voice as he spoke.
"I want that mouth of yours first," Harry murmured, taking a moment to push Jamie up against the wall, lightly, and putting one hand on his chest. The other hand went to Jamie's neck, tipping his chin up so their mouths could meet.
Jamie all but let out a moan as Harry brushed his tongue against his lips, licking into him. Tongue fucking him and electricity sparked throughout his body at the thought, heat thrumming through him. His knees threatened to buckle and Harry's hands were the only things holding him up, against the wall.
Harry shushed him quietly, his hands moving over his chest, as he moved to lick a path down his chin, to his neck, to suck a bruise into warm skin. Jamie jolted at the harsh move, as a burst of pleasure-pain flooded him and melted into the touches, arching into Harry's fingers, squirming in place.
"I know, sweetheart," Harry whispered into his skin, licking over the mark in apology, setting his nerves on fire. He pulled back, and Jamie whined, reaching out grabby hands for him, his cheeks reddening at the term of endearment. Harry smiled at him knowingly before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a ball gag from somewhere-Jamie didn't know or care where- and lifting an eyebrow.
Jamie nodded anxiously, just barely keeping himself from jumping right into Harry's arms. He opened his mouth and Harry slipped the gag in, fastening it around Jamie's head. The ball forced his mouth open, preventing him from talking, from speaking, from fucking things up. His breathing hitched at the thought and then he shuddered, his sounds muffled against the gag.
"The usual for stopping me, yeah?" Harry confirmed, reaching down to entwine their fingers to bring Jamie's hand up to his shoulder. "Tap my shoulder and I'll stop."
Jamie ducked his head in agreement, his cock achingly hard already that it was painful, wetting his boxers with pre-come.
Harry kept his hand curled over Jamie's for a second, his pupils blown with desire so much that there was no color, his nostrils flaring. "Oh, what a sight you make. Alright. Come on, let me see how hot you are."
Harry let go of his hand and slipped his fingers beneath Jamie's dress shirt, undoing each button with a snick. Jamie shivered as Harry's fingernails traced over his skin lightly, leaving goosebumps to spring up in his wake. "I don't know if I've told you but you blush… up to the tips of your ears. It's cute."
Jamie turned his head away in embarrassment, glancing out through the window of his room. He was grateful that it was already dark out, no one in the near vicinity outside to see him like this. His heart thundered in his chest like hooves and Harry cupped his chin, turning him back to look him in the eyes.
"Where are you in that head of yours, hmm?" Harry asked, tilting his head before pushing his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor with a light thump. He unbuckled Jamie's slacks and shoved them off, his eyes darkening even more at the sight. "All this for me?"
Harry dropped his hand to cup him through his boxers, making Jamie moan as much as he could through the gag. Harry's fingers were warm even through the material, making him sway on the spot. "So wet, babe. It hasn't even been that long since you left."
"And yet…" Harry trailed off, running circles with his fingers over Jamie's stomach, watching the muscles play underneath his nails. Jamie shivered and whined, letting his head fall onto the wall behind him. "Still so responsive. You want my cock that badly?"
Jamie dug his fingers into Harry's shoulder, into his still clothed shoulder, as Harry's fingers danced over a nipple. Pinched it, lighting up his nerves, sending electricity straight through him. Harry grinned and swooped in to lick over it, suckling on it briefly before moving to the other one, laving over it, rolling it between his teeth. Jamie groaned as embarrassed heat flooded him, sending shivers through him. The noise sounded loud to his ears but he hoped… He swallowed against the fear and closed his eyes as Harry touched him.
Harry moved over him and then lowered his hands to his hips, meeting Jamie's eyes before spinning him around, letting him lean against the wall. Pushing his boxers down and spreading his cheeks, and getting…
Jamie gasped, letting out a muffled noise through the gag, as Harry crouched down behind him, as he tongued over the rim of his hole. Spreading him open in a whole new way and he shivered with it, arching into his boyfriend's hold. Noises slid out from him, into the gag, muffled, making him squirm around and buck as Harry turned him into mush.
Harry groaned from behind him, one of his hands squeezing Jamie's hips and pinning him to the wall. Going to eating him out like an appetizer, tongue slipping into him and opening him up.
Slurping noises filled the room and Jamie blushed again, redder, hotter, the noises going right to his cock. Pre-come spurted out of his cock, marking the wall. Sweat dripped down his forehead and he pressed his head into the wall, not turning around to look at what Harry was doing to him. It was all wet heat and he groaned into the gag, swallowing convulsively. His world was just him and Harry, pleasure sending everything else flying out of his mind.
"Yeah, that's good," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse, as he pulled away, standing up, his fingers still curled into Jamie's hips, probably leaving marks for how deep they were. "Good boy. Come here."
Jamie shook his head, not wanting Harry to see how red he was, how open he was.
"Jamie…" Harry spoke, his hand reaching up to cup Jamie's neck. "It's just me. You trust me, right?"
Jamie hesitated just a minute more before turning around, letting his boyfriend see him.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath and reached out, wiping away saliva from his chin. He slowly led him over to the bed, pushing him down on it, onto his back. "You're gorgeous."
Jamie swallowed at the look in Harry's eyes, watching as the other man undressed too. Harry had a tattoo on his back, one on his thigh, a wing curled around his skin and a snake, coiled, ready to spring. Baring skin that was scarred, from the peculiar one on his chest, right over his heart, to the one on his left shoulder. Jamie's eyes were drawn to the scar on Harry's forehead, the one that Harry had never explained past, it's a long story.
He'd never asked after that, after seeing the way Harry's eyes had darkened, and then well… Harry had fucked him hard and very throughly after he had asked. But…
He didn't want to fuck this up. Harry cleared his throat softly, pushing his legs apart, pushing his knees up and over his shoulders. Reaching a hand down to cup his cock, stroking it once, twice, making Jamie yell at the sudden pleasure of it. No sound came out however, the gag doing its job, keeping him quiet. His cock throbbed at the thought, his breath hitching.
"Jamie. You still with me?"
He squeezed a little even as Harry stroked over his own cock, having gotten lube from somewhere. Harry's stomach muscles clenched as Jamie watched, his mouth dry at the sight.
Harry smiled down at him as he slid a finger into him easily, leaning down to kiss him at the same time. The liquid squelch made him blush again and then Harry withdrew his finger, lined up his cock, and thrust in fast and hard. Jamie yelped, again no sound coming out, and bucked into the motion, finally taking a shuddering breath.
"Fuck…" Harry muttered, staring down at the man beneath him, as Jamie writhed and twitched under him. The man, younger by one year, was red all over, his blue eyes wide, his pupils blown with arousal. His chest and stomach were glistening with sweat, mostly hairless, probably unlike the wranglers that lived on the ranch. His lips were kiss bruised and debauched, spread open wide with the gag between them, as Harry slid in deeper, filling him up with his cock. Drool slid out from Jamie's mouth and Harry felt something curl underneath his ribcage, something quite like possessive heat.
"I am so glad," Harry started, keeping his voice quiet even though his voice came out wrecked to his ears. Normally, Jamie was loud and oh so responsive, noises spilling from his throat as Harry fucked into him, but… The man wasn't out to his father or family and for that… Harry slowly reached down to stroke Jamie's stomach, carefully, meeting his boyfriend's eyes. "That I found you."
Jamie whined low in his throat, arching into him, practically trembling on the bed. Harry inched out, slipping out before fucking back in, making the bed creak and groan and wasn't that an achievement? The Dutton family ranch home was an expensive log cabin, two floors of wealth going back at least three generations and here he was… making the bed move. Fucking John Dutton's son and seeing him unravel.
Harry grinned at the thought, sucking in a breath at the wet heat that encompassed him, Jamie's muscles clenching around him. Jamie curled his hands into the sheets under him, digging his nails into the fine material, his shoulders loose, straining as Harry fucked into him again and again, the haze of pleasure flooding through him. It was wet and sloppy, the sounds of fucking filling the room and maybe the hallway.
He hadn't spelled the room quiet, hadn't done anything to keep their noises from spilling out into the wider house. Of course… he hadn't yet met Jamie's family but… He knew of his sister, his brother and his father. And John… Harry growled at the memory of Jamie speaking slowly, haltingly of him, like he was getting his teeth pulled, fear coating the words. He thrust in even harder this time, curling his fingers through Jamie's, drawing that frantic gaze up at him again.
His sister… was something else entirely.
Jamie shook underneath him, his cock red and purple and painful, white strands of pre-come spilling from the tip of it. Jamie had always been hungry for affection, for any kind of praise or flattery for the whole time that Harry had known him and he may or may not have taken advantage of it, knowing that there were other bigger, hungrier sharks in the water that wouldn't have cared for the man. Would have only seen the naive, young man with a praise kink and seen an easy way through Jamie to his father.
Harry met his eyes and reached out, a familiar kind of electricity zooming through him, from the base of his spine, to his balls. He curled fingers around Jamie's cock, meeting the man's eyes, and nodded, smearing his fingers through the come. "Come on, baby boy, come for me."
Jamie's hips jerked unconsciously at the words like Harry had just pulled his strings, jolting up like he had gotten shocked. His whole body froze for half a minute before strands of come spurted from his cock, sounds spilling from his throat, unintelligible and hot. Harry smirked down at him, letting out a choked moan as Jamie's body clenched around him, curling and uncurling and… Harry thrust into that tight, wet heat once more, going along for the ride, spilling into Jamie's ass, several strands of come painting that pale skin.
Harry stroked him through it, curling his fingers around that cock, smoothing over the veins and hot skin, smearing come all over. Jamie lay there breathing hard, his fingers still tight in the sheets, his face all red from exertion. Harry smiled and slipped a hand under his neck, unclipping the gag and gently pulling it out of Jamie's mouth, letting him pant and breathe. He swiped up the remaining saliva and drool and banished it, making a note to clean the gag later before letting it fall quietly to the top of the pile of his clothes.
Harry watched him idly, pulling his come streaked fingers up and brushing them against Jamie's mouth. His boyfriend stared up at him with glazed eyes, fucked out, not saying a word but opening his mouth all the same.
Harry blinked and then smirked at him, watching as Jamie sucked in his fingers, cleaning them up with his tongue. "Oh, darling."
Jamie blushed again, bright red, and sucked on them harder.
"If you keep that up, I may stay here for another hour," Harry murmured, reaching down, letting his other hand drop to the side of the bed, where Jamie couldn't see it, and conjuring a cloth. "But alas, Hermione needs me on a project."
Harry brought up the cloth and began to wipe Jamie down, slipping his thoroughly cleaned fingers out of the man's mouth. Heat stirred in the pit of his stomach again and he sighed regretfully, wondering what Jamie would look like if Harry pushed him more. Another time, he hoped.
"What do…" Jamie began, his voice dry, hoarse, his eyes closing and then reopening. He squirmed a little bit as Harry wiped come and sweat off his stomach, glancing down at the skin wistfully, pondering things. Harry grinned a little bit at how ticklish Jamie was and the man raised a hand to flip him off. "What does she do?"
"She's…" Harry paused, thinking things through. "She's about to become head of office. Lot of paperwork honestly. And I've heard rumors about a promotion for me. You ever think about moving to London? About my offer?"
Jamie turned away, glancing at the door of his bedroom.
"You think about it then."
Harry slid back and away from Jamie's body, harder to remove himself from the man every single time. "You call me if things get… worse, clear?"
Jamie was silent at that, shaking his head. "Things aren't going to get worse. I'm running for Attorney General."
"Jamie."
"Fine. I'll call you."
Harry nodded at the admittance then swung his legs off the bed and grabbed his clothes, pulling them on and tucking away the gag. "I won't let anyone see me on the way out, don't worry."
"How…" Jamie paused, swallowing against some emotion, maybe even fear or shame, and Harry didn't like that at all. The way that John Dutton had his son all twisted up like this. Anger curled in the pit of his stomach, his eyes sharpening as Jamie visibly flinched.
He softened up his body, loosening his shoulders. "It's not meant for you, Jamie. Never for you."
Harry stared at Jamie, watching as tension flowed back into his boyfriend's shoulders, his stomach muscles clenching up, his fingers digging into the bed. "Do you want me to stay?"
"No!"
Harry arched an eyebrow at the sudden vehement word. Jamie even looked startled at it, sitting up and looking up at him with wide eyes.
"I… My father would…" Jamie muttered, low and quiet. "You have Teddy to get back to anyway."
"My godson is 20 years old," Harry remarked, running a hand through his hair. "You need me more."
"No, I don't."
Harry sighed and padded over to the door, putting his hand on his invisibility cloak in his pocket. "Fine. I'll see you later."
The next time, maneuvering through the Dutton ranch, Harry took as a small black cat. He'd figured out a couple of years ago that he could change the size of his animagus form, usually a black panther, bigger than normal wild ones. Harry let out the occasional mew, quiet, as he passed wranglers and cowboys, horses and cows, the occasional bison, all the way up to the home itself. Things were winding down on the ranch itself as evening crept in, as stars filled out and the moon shone down on them.
It'd been two months since he had met up with his boyfriend, having talked through increasingly infrequent texts and calls. And then the texts and calls stopped entirely a day ago, making his heart stop, making worry curl through him.
He paused at the sight of it before heading in, creeping in through an open window, and trotted through the hallways. Heading for Jamie's room when he heard the sound of a glass breaking against stone with a loud crack. Harry stiffened, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He sped up, loping through the maze of a house, passing by the blond woman who he suspected was Beth Dutton, Jamie's sister.
He kept his distance from her, seeing something dark in her eyes that made him uneasy, and headed right into what he thought was John's den or lair or whatever the fuck he called it. The sight in front of him when he finally reached the door made him suck in a choked breath, feeling like he had taken a stunning spell to the head. Or another cruciatus curse.
He was halfway back to two legs before he even finished taking in the sight of his boyfriend sitting on the couch, half bent in two from the force of sobs. Jamie was panting frantically, his eyes red from crying, taking in small, shallow breaths that weren't doing him any good.
He was clutching his stomach and John was looming over him, anger in his whole body. John stood in front of a fireplace, one arm leaning against the mantle of it.
It looked like a scene straight from a mafia movie, with John being a mob moss and Jamie being… Merlin knew what. One thing was clear to Harry though… John was looking down at Jamie like he was an unsatisfactory employee, not like a son.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" John accused, glaring down at Jamie.
"Pardon me," Harry started, clearing his throat, stepping towards Jamie, who glanced up at him in alarm.
"Who the fuck are you?" John asked, glaring at him, giving him a slow once over and then turning to look at Jamie with menace in his eyes, clearly dismissing Harry for the moment. "Who the fuck did you let in to the house?"
Harry idly walked over to Jamie's side, crouching down in front of him. Jamie took a minute, two, but didn't look him in the eyes, shaking to pieces in front of him. Harry sucked in a breath, his heart in his throat, and reached out to tap his boyfriend's cheek. "Hey, Jamie."
Jamie let out a raw noise, pained and low and rough, slowly raising his head to look at him. "No, get… get out."
Harry curled his fingers over Jamie's chin, cupping his face. "You want to breathe for me? You're alright. I'm not going anywhere."
The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up, John's gaze on him like lasers. The man's anger at being ignored was palpable and Harry let one corner of his mouth twitch up into a slow grin. He'd dealt with John's kind before, in the Malfoys and the Fudge's of the world.
Jamie stared at him with wide eyes, his breath catching and hitching and… Harry slowly, telegraphing his movements, reached out to curl a hand around Jamie's neck, squeezing a little bit in reassurance. Jamie sobbed even harder, tears streaking down his cheeks, and Harry slowly pulled him into a hug, letting Jamie burrow into him, let him hide himself.
"Who the fuck… are you?" John asked again, taking a step towards them.
Harry felt Jamie stiffen in his arms, continuing to shake, his sobs lessening a little as Harry wrapped an arm around him. And then slowly released all but one of his shields, letting his guard drop, letting the shadow of black wings flutter into existence, letting shadows curl around himself and the man in his arms. The room cooled off by about five degrees, the room temperature falling, dipping, as the fire petered out.
The fire extinguished itself in the next moment, leaving them with only a few lights to illuminate the room.
Harry slowly picked up Jamie, curling an arm underneath his knees and around his shoulders, wrapping a wing around his man to hide him. Jamie squirmed around in his hold, crying out at the motion, and Harry quietly shushed him, turning Jamie's face into his neck. Turning around to face John.
"Who do you think I am?" Harry started, arching an eyebrow. "You only get three guesses."
John's skin had gone pale and his eyes had widened significantly as he opened his mouth before closing it a second later.
"I so dearly want to yell at you but seeing as I don't have the time," Harry remarked slowly, glancing down at Jamie, feeling his body go limp against him. "Maybe later. You are however… on my list."
Harry dipped his head in a nod at John and then slipped away into shadows, heading for Grimmauld Place and home.
AN: I just started binge watching Yellowstone and oh, boy. It really is like Sons of Anarchy but set on a ranch. Granted... there are a lot of hot cowboys and beautiful horses but still... Rather violent and now I have a soft spot for Jamie Dutton, who's a lot like Juice Ortiz.