Passion Play

Chapter Two

It took two full days to dig to the end. Durmiente was back in Harry’s room at Bill’s cottage. Mrs. Weasley had been displeased with Harry doing so much work but he had insisted that he wanted too. It was a lot of fun.

Harry also learnt a lot about Curse-Breaking, pyramids, and tombs.

Fred and George often teased him while Ron groused to Harry about doing so much work on holiday. But he really didn’t mind. For one, it gave him the excuse to stare at Bill all day, another his skin was no longer ghostly white.

They’d been in the hot desert for a week and two days. Two days ago, they discovered the snake and the entrance and now here they were throwing their shovels aside.

The hole was a tight fit.

“There’s a spell that can make your entire body develop a tan that matches your face and arms,” Bill said one afternoon.

“Oh? Is it natural or one of those fake ones?” Harry asked, feeling a lot more at ease with the good-natured curse breaker. Who was as cheeky as he was warm-hearted.

“It’s natural, it pull’s the colour from your exposed skin and gives it to you. That’s how I got that way.”

“You’re a redhead though - shouldn’t you - burn?” Harry asked softly.

“I did, the first three days I arrived, I was covered in second degree burns,” Bill said wincing at the memory. “Finally, one of the guys I was teamed up with, he was a veteran, reminded me of the spell that turns the burns into a proper tan. I used it on you last week so you didn’t burn.”

Harry blushed. “Oh, I should have known.”

“Even I didn’t know when I came here and I was eighteen,” he said looking down into a hole. “Hm, we’ll see.” With relative ease, the gorgeous redhead slipped down inside of the hole. The further down he went until his feet touched ground.

Harry watched him from up high; he could just barely see the top of the man’s head. They had done a lot of digging.

“Bloody hell!” Bill crouched and ran his hands over a smooth silver round entrance. It had a dark green serpent on the front of it.

“What’s down there?”

“Exactly what your snake said. A circular entrance. There‘s a snake on the front too!”

Harry laughed quietly. Bill sounded like an excited schoolboy. “Well? Can you open it?”

“Hmm, let me do some scans and see if I can use magic… first I need to test it.”

The sun burnt and his neck was hurting from staring down into the hole, but he remained patient and crouched on his feet.

“Hmm, well there’s nothing that will kill me, I don’t think, however none of my unlocking spells will open it.”

Harry thought about it. “Maybe Parseltongue?”

Bill gasped. “You’re right!” He waved Harry. “Come down, I’ll catch ya.”

Oh no! Harry thought desperately. He was going to be in a tight fitting hole with this man? Oh God, Harry braced himself, chanting in his mind as he sat down on his bum and slithered to the edge of the hole.

He tried to slowly slide down but that’s not what gravity wanted. He went flying through the hole and it was only when Bill caught him he didn’t break anything from the fall. The wind had been knocked clean out of him and he clutched Bill tight.

“Alright?” Bill asked and if Harry thought the heat up above was hot, it was nothing compared to the heat right now but it had nothing to do with the sun. He was pressed quite firmly up against Bill’s frame. Their clothes were so thin; he could feel the contours of his chest. All those abs underneath that terribly thin half open tunic.

There was no way for him to back up. He was stuck between a rock and a very hard place. He swallowed and touched ground. He came to the middle of Bill’s chest. Harry simply nodded and unwound himself from Bill and tried to bring his arms straight down but they bumped the man causing his cheeks and everything on him to flush. No one no how had ever made him blush so much.

“Not claustrophobic are you?”

“No,” Harry breathed. But he was Bill-phobic. He thought mildly as he managed to stare down at the door facing him below waist level. “This reminds me very eerily of the Chamber of Secrets.”

“Really?” Bill asked right in Harry’s ear.

Oh, Merlin help him. He groused in his mind. The attraction to Bill from this close was a very bad thing because right now, Harry’s hand was against his chest, able to feel the sweat and some of the flesh on his fingertips. A sliver of excitement and arousal assaulted him with Bill’s smooth voice right up against his ear. He bit down sharply on his lip when he arms snaked around him. “Hm, okay,” Harry said nervously and stared at the door again. “Here goes nothing,” he almost shivered. ’Open!’ The Parseltongue words escaped his mouth at the exact time that Bill’s body seemed to close in on him.

The door hissed, Bill held him tighter and was attempting to pull him behind. “Shield your eyes in case,” Harry managed to get out, very much aware of the half hard on in his trousers. He was afraid to move.

“There’s nothing so far. I’ve done two scans now,” Bill responded.

“Right.”

“But just in case… let me check for curses.”

Harry almost moaned out when Bill’s body pushed against him and began to slide downward. Clamping his eyes shut the Gryffindor shifted his body, and managed to shove his hands in his pockets just in time for Bill’s knees to meet the ground.

This made his erection worse. To see the man on his knees in front of him. One hand was still wrapped around him tight as if he were ready to sling him behind while they other was against the edge of the blackened entrance. So many images were being conjured up now.

Harry didn’t care about the entrance to the pyramid. What he cared about was the fact that Bill, the guy he’d been thinking about for an entire week… showering so cold he was almost convinced that shower-frost-bites were possible was so very - very close.

He tried to think of something yucky, like Percy singing naked in the shower. Ew! Harry thought cringing visibly at the thought.

It made his swollen member go down almost immediately. He breathed out in relief and when he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw that Bill was staring up at him with a smirk on his face. That didn’t help because the thought of Percy went out the window, replacing itself immediately, lucky for him he didn’t get hard… yet.

“What?” Harry asked weakly.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Is that all?”

“Am I too close?” Bill taunted.

“No,” Harry lied easily.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, do your job!” Harry snapped looking away.

He got a hoarse chuckle in reply. “Yes sir,” Bill purred causing the teen’s hormones to stir.

It was about ten minutes later; Harry was continuously trying to think of anything but this one man down on his knees, purring, and … sexy. Oh Merlin! That didn‘t help.

“There are five traps and three unidentified curses, I’m going to have to bring my equipment Sunday.”

“Why not Saturday?” Harry asked and held his breath when Bill began to slide up, he longed to glare mutinously at him. The man’s chest brushed against his crotch in a very pleasing and erotic way.

A zap of arousal hit him and he felt Bill’s hands work their way up his sides, using him as leverage so he didn’t slip.

Bill was grinning wildly when he came to a stop, once again towering over the raven. “Uh, it’s your birthday tomorrow?” He reminded tapping the boy’s nose, making him blush some more.

“Oh - yeah - right.”

Chuckling, Bill’s hands were still latched to his sides. “I’m going to hoist you up, think you can grasp onto the edge and get out?”

“Uhm…” Harry looked up at the hole dubiously. Bill didn’t wait for him to answer and lifted him. Gasping, he snagged a hold of the man who’s chuckling got louder.

Harry managed to shift around until his belly was to the cool underground sand/dirt. That way if he got hard, Bill wouldn’t notice. He pulled himself up until he reached the surface.

“Perfect!” Bill cheered letting him go and watching his feet disappear as he scrambled to peer down inside. “My turn.”
(o)


Harry stole the shower when Bill went to Gringotts Headquarters to get some equipment for Sunday. He stripped out of his sweat-dripped clothing. It was no surprised that he was rather used to the sweat. Harry stared at himself in the mirror. His skin was about two shades darker than before and his hair seemed longer and curled up around his face and ears. It crept down his collar, still falling in a massive amount of disarray. He also had quite the hard-on now that he was alone and able to relive the close contact he’d had with Bill.

Yes, he was hard. He moaned quietly and bit down on his lip before turning and pushing the curtain aside to flip the taps.

This time however, Harry was going to finally give into his fantasies. He slipped into the cool water and sighed longingly as it sprayed across his filthy body. It rolled off and down his stomach. The touch made his cock throb even more. He pressed his back up against the tile wall and slowly slid his hand down around his erection. He closed his eyes and sighed longingly as he indulged, picturing a redhead man with startling blue eyes. He was on his knees, mouth right up against his erection… oh he could imagine how that felt. He wondered about it… he’d only discovered masturbation a few months ago by accident and usually he tried to hide it. Boys in a dorm and masturbation were never a good combination.

It had never occurred to him to be gay either, until this… Harry was so hard now as he pictured Bill’s body without his shirt. Oh, damn! There was nothing hotter than that body.

He had to bite down on his tongue as he stroked himself into a fierce frenzy. His heart rate picked up and his breathing rose. The water was cool, drenching, and sliding off effortlessly. He nearly squealed out when he came ropes of whiteness flooded the tub and swirling down into the drain to hide the evidence.

Harry was left shaking and feeling the emotions inside of him well up. He placed a hand to his chest, trying to get his beating hard to relax. He felt droopy and tired.

Quickly, he finished his shower. Made sure the tub was clean of anything suspicious messes and then stepped out and wrapped a towel around his body.

Harry came to the rather interesting conclusion that he; Harry Potter the boy-who-lived was 100% gay.

Lovely!

Harry was shirtless as he collapsed on the bed under a cool sheet. He fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. He was spent physically, mentally, and sexually.

(o)


Bill was highly amused. Nothing was more adorable than a blushing, nervous, and turned on boy with emerald eyes. It was really interesting to know that he turned on Harry Potter. He knew he did, he felt the boy when they were in that rather tight fitting hole. He held his own pretty well though, Bill had to give him some credit for that.

Grinning like a wild man, he slipped into the small house and found Harry fast asleep curled up shirtless. His glasses were on the bedside table and the thin sheet just covered his lower half.

He was a very pretty boy and without those glasses, it only increased. He was also a sweet boy, innocence like no other. He didn’t know how to handle himself.

He probably didn’t know if he was gay, straight, or both. Bill remembered when he was thirteen. Casually, he cast a spell on Harry’s glasses getting the prescription out of them. It was time he work on Harry’s birthday gift and it was the perfect time with him asleep. He continued to stare at Harry’s sleeping figure.

Bill had been just as naïve until he caught a seventh year male jacking off in the Quidditch Locker Rooms and it gave him a very stiff erection. Girls turned him on - but not as much as boys had.

Harry was adorable. He was innocent, new, shy… he had no one to help him. No one trusting enough to show him - to give him any confidence whatsoever. He always blushed, always looked nervous, stared away when aroused, and the side of his neck would start blotching in a pinkish/red that matched his cheeks.

Yes, Harry Potter was a very pretty boy. It was a pity he didn’t know it. Perhaps soon, Bill would make him know it.

(o)


Harry moaned when he woke up with an exceptional hard-on. Not again! He was on his stomach and the erection was pressing into the mattress. “Damn,” he whispered and buried his face deep into the fluffy scarlet pillow.

A shadow crossed over him making the boy stiffen like his erection. He turned his head to see Bill standing over him, his hair was down, and he was completely shirtless. Kill me! Harry thought to himself. His cock got harder to the point of pain, his cheeks flushed. The man was in loose pyjama bottoms.

“Happy Birthday,” he said smoothly and placed a hand on top of his head. He sank down on the edge of Harry’s bed.

The thirteen-year-old’s heart was beating fast. He shimmied to the left slightly keeping his cock against the mattress. “Uhm - thanks,” Harry whispered sleepily. He was astounded when Bill’s hand began to affectionately stroke his hair, twirling his fingers around the tangled mess.

He almost purred against it like a cat. No one - anywhere had ever done this before! Where did it come from?

Chuckling, “You look as though you’ve never seen a man with his shirt off before.”

Never saw a hot man! Harry thought as the redness deepened on his face. “Ehm?” Was all he could manage.

“You’re attracted to me, Harry.”

Harry froze; his hand clenched the pillow. Bill continued to stroke him. His eyes were wide and he looked just as fearful as he felt.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” Bill soothed. “There’s nothing wrong with it, little raven,” he whispered brushing the hair back and glancing once at the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

He couldn’t find any words. They were lost and he was afraid to open his mouth that he would be sick. How did he get caught with this? He wanted to cry. He buried his face into the pillow.

“No, no, don’t hide from me, now.” Harry was shaking slightly and Bill frowned. “Why are you so scared of me?”

“I’m a freak,” he whispered into the pillow. It was so muffled that Bill hardly heard.

“That’s bull shit!” Bill growled out. “You’re not a freak, Harry. Why would you say that?”

“I’m gay.” It was the first time he ever said it aloud. He wanted to cry, he felt shameful.

“I’m bisexual!” Bill declared.

Shocked, Harry raised his head. “But - but-”

Bill placed his finger to Harry’s lips. “The Wizarding World doesn’t care about gender. Blood, yes, gender, no. Men and women marry the same gender all the time. They have children with the same gender and live for fifty years going. Here, it doesn’t matter. What are you afraid of?”

“Everything,” Harry confessed and fell back down into the pillow. Only his eyes could be seen. He wanted to smother himself, cut the breathing off his nose and mouth and perhaps everything would go away.

Bill‘s gentle strokes slowly went down his neck to the bareness of his back. He was smooth and silky in flesh. So, soft. “How can I make you unafraid?” He asked in concern.

Wide-eyed and terrified Harry finally closed his eyes on Bill, savouring the touch to his back. He didn’t know what was going on or why. He shrugged nervously.

“Can I take your nervousness away?” Bill asked him. “I think you’re confused, aren’t you?”

Harry nodded into the pillow.

“Well, I’m going to abolish your confusion, alright?”

He reopened his eyes to Bill’s words. “You’re not mad?”

Bill chuckled lightly. “Mad? Good Merlin, little raven. Why ever would I get mad at you? You’re so adorable!” He ran his fingers back through Harry’s hair and tugged gently.

Harry blushed furiously. “Am not,” he mumbled.

Bill rolled his eyes. “Yes, Harry James Potter, you are. You are a very beautiful boy and you know what?”

“Hm?” Harry hummed in disbelief.

The redhead leaned down right up into Harry‘s ear, the boy gasped when lips brushed him. “I’m going to make you see it!” He hissed. “Okay?”

Harry swallowed the saliva that built up in his throat. He was now hard again. “Why?”

“You need it, you want it. You want me, don’t you Harry?” The Gryffindor whimpered piteously into his pillow and clamped his eyes closed again. “I take that as a yes.” Bill was so close to him, more close and intimate than he had ever been. Even more so than yesterday in that hole, because this time it was real. “You deserve to know just how beautiful you are - it’s no crime to want someone Harry.”

Harry turned slightly on his side, bringing the pillow with him. He was curled up like a ball and staring at Bill with doleful eyes. Merlin, those eyes! “Do you want me to stop?” He asked quietly.

Bill’s hand moved to his shoulder and began to glide with his fingertips down his thin arm he shivered at the sensation. “No,” he answered in the same tone.

Harry watched the smile widen on Bill’s handsome face. “Well then? What’s to be afraid of?” he plucked the pillow from Harry’s slack grasp and laid it aside. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Bill enjoyed the sight of the attractive pink flush colouring Harry’s cheeks and slid his thumb across. “I have a proposition for you. Don’t let me coerce you into anything at all, however, considering your confusions and fears, I would like to be the one to get rid of them. I - as a private experienced man could help you, teach you… touch you. But only if you would want it.”

The trembling Harry had been doing died down quite a bit and he closed his eyes briefly when Bill traced his scar. It felt so good when he did that. He thought about Bill’s words and thought about the older male in general. He wasn’t sure what to think, but his hormones were bouncing all over the place. He wanted to be touched, but he was afraid. Did Bill want to touch him?

“Do you want to touch me?” Harry asked before he could stop himself and nearly slapped a hand over his mouth for such spilling.

Bill chuckled and tucked some hair behind his ear. “Would I be sitting here if I didn’t? I’m going to be completely and utterly honest with you. I will not hold back, because you don’t deserve that. You have to know just how captivating you are.” Harry rolled his eyes at this and got a tap on the nose for doing so. “Please, hear me out?”

“M’k,” murmured Harry taking his pillow back so that he could hide his burning face.

He laughed some more. “You are too cute, seriously, Harry. You are one of those rarities. I have never slept with anyone underage since I was underage. I’ve never touched anyone sixteen or younger. I hold no attraction for those too young. But you are a different person and no it has nothing to do with your name.”

Harry stared at him honestly confused. He had never considered himself anywhere near the good-looking stage. He always figured he was too skinny, too small, and simply a freak. “Why me?”

“It’s just you, Harry. Your personality, your spirit, your smile - your eyes,” he ran his fingers down the sides of the teen’s temples and grinned even wider when Harry shivered some more. “I am attracted to you, very much. I shouldn’t be, I shouldn’t even be offering to want to touch you. I’m too old for you.”

“Only twenty-two.”

“Till November,” Bill laughed. “You’re thirteen. Nearly a ten-year age gap. But there’s something about you, Harry. You are unlike those your age. You’ve got a sense of maturity about you that would probably equal out to about fifteen or sixteen, yet you are so innocent, so naïve, you do not know your own self-worth. You don’t know how beautiful you really are.” He shook his head. “I don’t see you in the league of my annoying little brother… or - anyone. You aren’t thirteen…” Bill was sincere. Harry could hear it in his voice. “I want to touch you, I want to help you. I want you.”

Harry bit down on the pillow. “I - want you to touch me,” he confessed quietly.

“Do you?”

He nodded. His attraction was delirious.

“I would be honoured,” he leaned down and kissed Harry on the forehead right on his scar.

Harry gasped at the way it tingled and seemed to quiver coming right up off his skin. He raised his eyes to Bill who grinned crookedly before kissing the teen on the nose and then barely grazing his lips in a soft first kiss. It took a second for Harry to respond back but when he did, he took the advantage to touch cheek with one hand and used the other to brush along his extremely tight built chest.

Everything inside of him was hot and bubbly. The kiss deepened in the most gentle of ways. Harry had nothing to compare a kiss too but wow, he was delicious. He moved with Bill every time those lips massaged his, he reciprocated the movement.

When Bill released him, he smiled. “Do me a favour,” he reached down and picked up a small white plastic gift bag. “This is your first gift.”

“First?” Harry breathed.

“You are beautiful, you are going to know it. Take this and use it on everything that’s not on your head.” Bill placed the back in his hands. “It’s magical so it won’t hurt you.”

Confused, Harry struggled with coherency after that kiss. He slowly sat up and opened it. Inside was a dark blue and black … razor? “Okay,” he said absently going red in the cheeks.

“You will always want to keep hair off your body.”

Only in the last year or so did all his yucky hair start growing in. Harry wasn’t fond of it, not one single bit. “That’s no problem, I don’t like it anyway,” he commented closing the bag.

“No, neither do I,” Bill pressed another kiss to his forehead, once again over his scar.

The teen breathed out. “No one’s ever done that-”

“I bet not.”

“No one’s ever touched it.”

“How’s it feel?” He grazed it with his thumb. It looked like it was given yesterday. It was so fresh.

Harry shivered at the touch. “Different,” he said softly.

“Do you like it?” He asked concerned. He didn’t want to touch if it bothered him.

“Love it.” Getting a grip on his emotions, he pushed the covers down to his feet. His hard-on had gone down when he saw the razor.

Bill watched him stumble through the room toward the bathroom and wondered briefly to himself, what he was actually doing. He rubbed his face tiredly before getting up for the rest of his gifts. Harry was an unconfident teenage boy who was way too beautiful to be hiding inside of rubbish clothing and behind such frames that obstructed those eyes.

He pulled out the blue potion and set it aside. There were two rectangular boxes on the table. They weren’t wrapped. They needn’t be. He’d spent three hours shopping for Harry yesterday while he’d been asleep. It’d been fun. He stole the boy’s sizes off his school robes. One was wizard robes and accessories the other was Muggle clothes and accessories.

Today, Harry Potter would learn his first lesson and both of them would enjoy every minute of it.