Top Harry Tale: Harry/Raylan Givens(Justified, season 1)

Chapter Summary: Harry Potter and Raylan Givens are fuck buddies until Harry realizes they both want more. (Justified)

"Howdy, partner."

Harry snorted and turned to look at the other man as Raylan stalked over to the bar stool next to him. Only to do a double take at the look on Raylan's face, the man's eyes hidden underneath the shadow of his cowboy hat. Raylan's hat was further down his forehead than it usually was, hiding most of his face, only partially hiding the grimace that Harry absolutely didn't like.

"Raylan?"

It was quiet at the bar, people only beginning to trickle in for drinking and watching the evening's football game. The American football game anyway. Harry's nose wrinkled even as Raylan continued to not look at him, trying to flag down the bartender to grab a drink.

"What's a man gotta do to get a drink around these parts? It's not like it's prohibition," Raylan started, his voice hot and filled with something that sounded… a lot like anger.

Raylan waved out a hand and finally pulled over the bartender, ordering whiskey and a few shots. "Hey, Harry. Fancy seeing you here."

"It's like I work and live close by," Harry offered dryly, sarcasm lacing his voice and words though he didn't think Raylan got the joke, too wrapped up in his own head. "There something wrong, Deputy Marshal?"

"Oh no," Raylan muttered, swiveling around on the bar stool and facing him. His hat was still low on his head and Harry couldn't get a good read on his expression but there was something off about Raylan. Or more off than usual. His voice was low and rough with emotion. Harry wiped some of the sweat off his own forehead, running a hand through his wild hair. "No. Nothing wrong at all."

Harry glanced down to the holster at Raylan's side, his eyes flicking over the butt of the gun sticking out. The bartender pushed some shots over, the tiny glasses very not subtle at a bar before 5pm. "You shoot someone else?"

Raylan swiveled his chair back to face the bar, away from Harry, and downed one of the shots. "Hey! I only shoot people when they draw first!"

"So you shot someone else."

"Yeah. He deserved it though," Raylan muttered, shaking his head, taking another sip of his drink. "Goddamn Tommy Bucks putting me through this."

"Raylan, look at me," Harry murmured, glancing at the bartender, at the folks around them. The guy tending the bar met his eyes, his gaze flicking to Raylan, silently questioning if Harry needed help with his friend. Harry subtly shook his head, not taking his eyes off his Raylan. There was a thin underlining of fear in Raylan's voice, an ounce of hesitance, something that he hadn't heard from Raylan at all since they had met two years ago.

"Even when he's dead. Fuck!" Raylan took another big gulp of his drink, finishing it and downing one of the shots.

"Raylan." Harry lowered his voice and reached out to curl his fingers under Raylan's chin and turned him around, using a twitch of magic to turn the stool around too. Used another twitch of magic to make the lighting in the bar a little brighter and then tipped Raylan's hat up with his other hand, revealing a black eye over Raylan's left. Raylan blinked at the extra light, his pupils shrinking like a cat. Raylan was warm, perhaps a little overheated, but that wasn't quite what was drawing Harry's attention.

Raylan's cheeks were red from the liquor, his nostrils flaring and chest hitching. A cut etched itself over Raylan's right cheek, as if it had come from a ring. The cut had already clotted over, leaving dried blood on the surface. Raylan shivered in his hold, his eyes meeting his, and Harry felt him tremble, close enough to smell gunpowder and that old, musky scent that was Raylan Givens.

"You win that fight?" Harry finally asked, his breath hitching at the sight in front of him. In worry or with the slow burn of arousal, he wasn't sure which. Maybe a bit of both, if he was being honest with himself. Raylan pulled away from his hold and Harry let go easily, releasing the man this once.

"Fuck. I just want to drink in peace," Raylan snapped, his eyes flashing in irritation before he reached out to grab another shot. He downed it in one go, sucking down the last few drops, and Harry swore, watching as Raylan licked his lips. "And not be treated like some damsel in distress!"

Harry snorted in idle amusement. "I'm sure no one thinks of you as a damsel in distress but you are the one who brought that up, babe."

"Why does no one believe me when I say the guy drew first?" Raylan offered, waving his hands around, as if Harry hadn't spoken. "Tommy Bucks drew first and now I'm sentenced to goddamn Kentucky!"

The last word was a snarl. Raylan's eyes went wide, a little frantic around the edges, and Harry's heart stopped before kickstarting, a coil of heat stirring in his gut.

"Raylan, what the fuck do you have against Kentucky?" Harry hissed, leaning into Raylan's space. Raylan didn't move back, so focused on whatever the hell was going through his mind that he didn't notice they were close enough to feel each other's breath, feel each other's warmth. The temperature felt like it had risen a few degrees and Harry could see sweat drip down Raylan's forehead.

"Nothing! Everything! I just… fuck!" Raylan exclaimed, his eyes flashing with heat, his entire body shaking. "I ain't going back!"

Harry glanced around at the bar, took in the many people who were now looking at them, their eyes narrowed with faint irritation. At least half these people were magical and the other half… Well… Harry wasn't above using his name to protect a friend. Luckily, he knew the owner of the bar.

"Everyone, out!" Harry yelled, standing up and looking around at the people in the bar already.

With two more words, everyone that was magical hurriedly filed out, some apparating around the side of the building. The no maj's lined up and walked out, irritation in their eyes, between their seats and the door. The bartender left his post and walked out through the back door. Within minutes, the bar was empty but for the two of them, the tv's still playing the football game. The evening outside had gotten dark and humid, nothing that was new to Miami. It had been a cloudy day that Harry had spent chasing down pixies in the swamps and he was hot and sweaty himself, his heart flying miles ahead of him. His shirt was totally sticking to his back, his sweat making the fabric stick to him like glue.

Harry pulled out his wallet and left more than enough money on the counter to cover tonight's losses in business before turning to focus on Raylan, who had stood up and begun to pace.

"Harry, you don't know me. You don't gotta-"

"What's in Kentucky?" Harry interrupted, willing to push to find out what was pissing Raylan off. And what was scaring the man. "What the fuck is making Raylan Givens so scared of going to that state in particular?"

Raylan stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him, glaring. "I ain't scared! It's just a damn state! And county!"

"Yeah. That's the rumor," Harry offered, tilting his head at the accent that was creeping into Raylan's voice. Definitely Southern but he couldn't place its origin and he didn't know enough about Raylan to know where he had come from. It was rough though, filled with emotion and pissed off. "It's one of the ones in the middle, right? Which county?"

"Nothing! It's nothing," Raylan muttered, a drawl echoing in his voice, swallowing visibly, his shoulders curled. His breathing was off, hitching, uneasy and then he let out a sound, strangled and pained and… "Harlan County. I swore… The Marshals are sending me back there! Goddamn it! I swore I wouldn't go back there! I ain't-"

Harry took a step towards Raylan, pushing chairs out of the way and closing the distance between the two of them. He reached out and pulled Raylan's hat off, let it hang on the back of a chair. Something haunted flickered in Raylan's eyes, his skin full of color and his eyes flashing with…

Harry leaned in and swallowed up Raylan's next words with a kiss, his heart skipping several beats at Raylan's heat. The noise that the other man made was low and not very strangled, full of heat, and Raylan surged into the kiss, deepening it enough to bruise. Harry groaned as heat flicked through him, as he curled an arm around Raylan's waist, tugging him even closer to grip his ass.

Raylan whined and wrapped both his arms around Harry's back, digging his nails through Harry's shirt, almost desperately. Like he was trying to burrow right into Harry and disappear.

Raylan scrambled around to fit his fingers around Harry's waist, even as Harry slotted a leg between his thighs. Heat flared in his gut, coiling like the snakes that he sometimes saw in the swamps or… He shuddered and rocked against the leg between his thighs, letting out a groan as Harry reached out to cup him through his jeans.

"Easy, Raylan, easy," Harry murmured, drawing away from the kiss and pushing down his shirt, nipping little bites into his skin. Scraping his teeth against Raylan's skin and making him buck up into him.

He wanted… He pushed up against Harry's body, feeling the muscles that Harry had developed over the years, hard and unyielding, and scrambled to push off his shirt. Sweat dripped down his back as he threw his shirt somewhere, not even caring that they were in a bar, empty as it was, that show of power from Harry making him hot. His dick hardened in his jeans and Raylan groaned, rubbing himself against the thigh underneath him.

"Fuck. Fuck," Raylan hissed, leaning into Harry, smelling sweat and heat and the faint whiff of blood. Harry smelled good and he arched into him, reaching out to rip Harry's shirt off too, and touching all of that skin. All his blood raced south as Harry's fingers kneaded at his ass, tugging him even closer, pushing his jeans down. Raylan jolted as heat shot through him, licking into him like flames, and he wrapped a hand over his own dick, tugging once. The sounds that left his throat weren't at all familiar but they did faintly remind him of those times with Boyd.

Boyd had known where to touch him after a time or two, hidden away from the world and from their daddies.

A strangled sound left Harry's throat, drawing him out of memories, and to what his orders had been. He pulled back a bit, breathing hard, as he felt sweat trail down past his waist to his ass. "Fuck!"

Harry's lips curled in amusement, heat flickering in those green eyes, his gaze falling right to Raylan's cock. Where it was hard in his jeans and Raylan groaned as Harry tugged him into him again, his hand on his shoulder and using the position to spin Raylan around. Chairs and stools were pushed out of the way as Harry pushed him up against the bar counter.

Drinks were thrown out of the way and glasses careened off the counter, hitting the floor and shattering. No broken glass went near either of them as alcohol spilled on the floor, coming up against magic and sizzling like it had touched a hot surface.

Electricity tripped and danced across his nerves, making him shudder at the manhandling. His cock hardened even more, straining against his jeans, and lust hit him hard, as Harry pulled his arms behind his back. "Raylan."

"Goddamn Kentucky," Raylan muttered loudly, straining against Harry, flexing his muscles, for a moment before shuddering, his whole body trembling. "Fuck!"

Harry swore under his breath and slipped an arm around Raylan's waist, digging his fingers into the man's hips a little more sharply than he wanted. Breathing in the combined scent of the both of them, hot arousal and alcohol, sweat and blood. It nearly made him come on the spot at the sight of Raylan underneath him, his cock hardening so much it hurt. Raylan's shirt had gotten thrown somewhere, maybe landing on a bar stool but then again, Harry didn't care. He kept one hand curled around both of Raylan's while he shoved his pants down, shoved his underwear down, and pushed Raylan's jeans down. Letting them pool around Raylan's feet and rubbed his bare cock against that hot arse.

He murmured three familiar words and felt his holly wand spark from where he had let it fall onto the counter. Harry jerked as lube appeared, covering his cock, mixing in with the pre-come, and spread itself all over that pale skin underneath him. Slicking Raylan up without having to use his fingers or to wait, watching as lube dribbled out of his hole.

Raylan jolted and bucked against him, nearly whining with need. His back muscles rippled and Harry licked his lips, mouthing a line of heat over the skin beneath him. Goosebumps rolled up Raylan's arms and Harry could practically smell the way Raylan was coming undone. He spared a glance to where Raylan's cock was trapped between his legs and the bar counter, letting out a choked moan at the sight.

"Come on!"

Harry groaned and fucked into that hole, swearing at the feel of hot flesh taking him roughly. Using magic to open someone up wasn't an exact science, wasn't perfect by any means, but Harry knew one thing about Raylan Givens. The man occasionally liked it rough.

Raylan cursed and yelled, jerking at the sensations, trapped between the bar counter and Harry. Harry was all over him, atop him, his whole weight pressing down into him as Harry stayed still for a moment. Mouthing over his hot skin and biting a mark into him, making a sharp pulse of pain shoot through him.

Raylan jolted and froze, pre-come spilling from his cock, as his heart thundered in his chest. "Fuck!"

Pain and pleasure vied for his attention, shooting into his veins, as Harry began to move with a twist of his hips. The sounds of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the bar, throughout the completely empty bar. The raw burn of it flooded right through him, making him whine and squirm and jolt, liking it enough to push back onto that big cock.

Harry made a noise, loud and desperate behind him, and fucked into him, hitting that spot that sent stars flying through Raylan's vision. He twitched and trembled on his feet, Harry's presence at his back the only thing that was keeping him upright. Harry pulled out, reeling back from all that hot skin, and snapped his hips, pounding in. For a moment, the bar was just full of the sound of skin against skin, grunts and noisy breathing as both men clung onto each other.

"You fucker," Raylan grunted, more out of breath than he would like, than he would admit, and taking the brunt of another shove in, biting his lips at the pressure at his ass.

Harry snorted breathlessly and swatted him. Raylan's yelp was cut off, drawing out into a loud, unruly moan as Harry's fingers brushed against his cock. He left his fingers on his ass, bending down to nip at his neck, sucking a bruise into the crook of Raylan's neck and shoulder.

"Yeah?" Harry asked, curling one of his hands around to play with one of Raylan's nipples.

The sharp inhale and the way that Raylan's cock had twitched, red and hard enough to be painful looking, told Harry he'd hit home. Raylan jolted and swore out loud, shaking as Harry bent him over further over the counter, grabbing both his arms, for a better angle. Now he hit that little bundle of nerves with each thrust, methodically taking him apart.

Harry let out a string of noises, mostly hissing in that language of his, parseltongue, and reached out to cup Raylan's cheek, turning him around to tug him into a filthy kiss. Raylan groaned and bucked against him, breathing heavily, and trembled, as Harry pulled out suddenly and thrust back in hard and hot. He licked his way into Raylan's mouth, tongue fucking him, pausing a moment to dig his fingers into the man's hips. The rhythm between their bodies sped up, Harry pulling back from the kiss, and snapping his hips up and in.

"You'd think…" Raylan trailed off on a loud whine, flexing his hands in Harry's grip.

Harry reached around and jerked him off, smiling in amusement as Raylan jolted, coming on the spot, into his fingers. Raylan's muscles clenched around him, that tight, wet heat surrounding him and bringing him along for the ride. Harry's toes curled in his boots as he released Raylan's arms, trembling on his own feet. He stood there panting, as pleasure shot through him. He dropped his forehead against Raylan's bare back, feeling his muscles flex and ripple in the aftermath of his orgasm.

"You did that on purpose," Raylan muttered dryly, flexing his arms and holding onto the bar counter in front of him. His voice was hoarse, fucked out and all manner of hot. Harry slowly pulled out, watching as his come leaked out of Raylan's hole.

"Possibly. Raylan…" Harry trailed off, trailing his tongue idly over Raylan's sweaty shoulder blades, making the man shiver underneath him. Raylan groaned and shuddered all over. "I'll go with you, if that makes your relocation better. Just give me a week, okay? I have shit to take care of here."

"You don't gotta do that, darlin'," Raylan whispered.

"Yeah, well, you're my favorite marshal. You were my first contact here," Harry offered, feeling his heart and stomach do something funny at the term of endearment from Raylan. They were both toeing the line between fuck buddies and… something more, he supposed. Besides, it had sounded like Raylan had said that without really knowing he said it. "I'm going with you."

"Alright. Thanks."

"Winona… let's not do this here!" Raylan hissed, glaring at the woman who sat across the table from him a week later. The other restaurant patrons around them all continued to eat, with only a few of them turning to glance at them. They were in a backwoods little town, not in Harlan County, thank god, with no one to notice him or Winona.

"Yes, we're doing this here! You never talk about your work or what you want! I want to try this again!" Winona remarked, gesturing between them, her perfect blonde hair pulled back into a loose bun. A few strands had come loose, falling out after she had left work for the day. "Gary's hurting at work and he'd never…"

"What, notice this? Notice us? I'm involved with someone else at the moment," Raylan retorted, clenching his fingers under the table, not even touching his dinner. "Besides, this never worked the first time."

"We're different people now."

"Yeah. I still don't want to be here!"

"Who's the woman now? She one of those bimbos you meet while working?"

Raylan snorted loudly, amusement echoing through him, as he brought his arms out from under the table. His fingers twitched at Winona's stare and he twiddled them together, twisting them together. "We're fuck buddies, if that's what you really want to know."

"Fuck buddies? That's not together!"

"His name is Harry."

Winona stared at him, her eyes widening so much that he thought they would fall out. "Yeah, right. Raylan Givens. Gone after a man."

"You bet your arse."

The hair on the back of Raylan's neck stood up at the familiar voice, warmth easing into the pit of his stomach. The soft touch to the nape of his neck made his fingers uncurl, made his heart slow down from its thundering. Harry's familiar fingers skittered down his neck, over to his cheek, and turned him around to meet his lips. The brush of facial hair made him shiver.

The noise that left him was nothing he had ever heard from himself. Quiet, needy, dare he say it… soft. The kiss was much like it, softer than they had ever kissed. Warm and the moment that Harry deepened it, Raylan whined, as Harry licked into his mouth, nipping little bites. The man's presence was not quite looming but he was definitely here, definitely right next to him, and smiling into the kiss.

Raylan groaned as Harry slowly pulled back a little, leaving his lips at Raylan's ear, his breathy whisper making goosebumps roll up his arms.

"Don't worry about anyone seeing this. Just wanted her to see that you're taken."

Raylan groaned and hit his hand against his forehead. "Y'all wizards can be pretty territorial, huh?"

Harry pressed a kiss to his ear, making him shudder, and pulled away, laughing quietly. "Nah. it's just a me thing."

Winona was still looking at him like he had grown a second head.

"I'm here as I promised," Harry added, shrugging as he looked between Raylan and Winona. "So… wanna introduce me?"