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Not Suited To It
Chapter Number/Total: 3/32
Chapter Title: Not Suited To It
Words: 3071 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
David was studying the newspaper while Harlan made eggs for breakfast. In the last several days they had managed to equip their flat with some basics. Although they had never heard of them before, the rental agent had told them about places called "thrift stores" where they found much of what they needed at lower prices than in the regular shops. He wasn’t thrilled about using things used by others, but he bowed to the necessity of it.
The blond was now sitting at their small wooden table near the front window. They had managed to get enough of the grime off of it so they could see out, and the natural light was good. He had a biro and was circling potential jobs in the listings. David didn't even know what half the jobs listed were about.
Harlan set a plate down in front of David when he was done, taking another one for himself and sitting down across from the blond. "We'll go to those places today?" he asked, taking a bite of the eggs.
David picked up a fork and began cutting into the eggs. He smiled when he saw his lover had already buttered his toast for him. He looked up at him, always momentarily stunned by those open green eyes. "Some of them, at least," the blond answered. "It's hard to know what we will be good at without trying it first. But I have been to enough restaurants in my life that at least I know what the wait staff is supposed to do.”
"I can do washing up and stuff," Harlan said, shrugging. He knew David would be good as a waiter in one of those fancy restaurants. Harlan, on the other hand, thought he didn't have that look they probably wanted.
David frowned. He wanted better than that for his lover. "I guess in the beginning. But our long-term plan should include finding jobs we actually like and that pay well enough to live as we want."
Harlan nodded, looking down at his plate as he ate. "Yes, I know. That's what we'll do."
"So have you given any thought to what you would actually like to do?" David asked.
"No, not really. I never thought about Muggle jobs before, well, besides when I was much younger," Harlan said, glancing up at him.
David ate, reading through the paper as he did. He actually managed to eat all of the two eggs and toast that Harlan had given him.
Harlan smiled at David, wondering if he even noticed that he finished the food. He had purposely given David more, only because he knew he needed it.
"You keep insisting that I eat, and you might end up with a fat lover," David teased, eye glinting as he looked at Harlan.
"I'll love you still," Harlan replied, grinning as he got up to pick up their plates and take them over to the sink.
David watched his lover, finding he liked to watch him during little domestic moments like this. Despite the lack of money, cheap clothes, poor quality furniture, and simple food – David was happy. He waited until the other man was nearly finished cleaning and then stepped up behind him, pressing his body against his lover's back, pinning Harlan against the sink. "I love you," he whispered against his ear.
"I love you more," Harlan said, smiling as he reached to turn off the faucet.
David huffed, nibbling on his lover's ear, sliding both hands down Harlan's body.
Harlan grinned, relaxing back against him. "It's true..."
David kissed and licked his lover's neck. "I should fuck you right here against the counter," he whispered.
Harlan swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He could feel the counter pressing gently against his hips and that reminded him...but no, he wouldn't think of that.
David sucked on the point where his lover's neck and shoulder met. He felt him shiver but was unaware that he had brought back a bad memory.
Harlan's eyes closed as he moaned softly, tilting his head to expose more of his neck.
"Yesss," David hissed against his lover's skin, bringing one hand up to thrust fingers into Harlan's hair. The other slid around over his arse, kneading the flesh.
Harlan moaned again, pushing back against the hand slightly. David wouldn't hurt him, that's why he though he shouldn't think about it.
"Do you want it?" David whispered, licking at a dark red mark he had just left on his lover's shoulder.
"Yes," Harlan replied quietly, shuddering slightly.
They had already gotten dressed and David was pressing his erection against his lover's arse through the layers of their jeans. He began to rub against him, moaning. "I want you all the time," he said, voice husky and feeling a bit dizzy with need now.
Harlan bit his lip softly, feeling his hips press more against the counter with each movement. "Me too," he said softly, trying to hold back the bad memories the best he could.
David nipped at Harlan's shoulder. "Take your trousers down," David whispered, reaching to unfasten his own.
Harlan reached to undo the jeans and pushed them down slowly with his underwear, leaving them around his ankles.
"Gods, yes," David gasped, kissing and nipping his way down Harlan's back, running his fingernails lightly over the exposed flesh of his arse.
Harlan moaned and shivered again, feeling his skin get goose bumps, from both the fingers and the cool counter.
They had already showered that morning and Harlan's skin was soft and clean. David licked and nipped the cheeks of his arse. "Bend forward more," he whispered.
Harlan did as he was told, bending over the counter a bit more for whatever David wanted to do.
The blond smiled, using both hands to spread those cheeks, and nipped at the darker, sensitive skin between them.
Harlan gasped softly, reaching to grip something. He loved when David did this.
David chuckled, noticing his lover gripping the sink as his tongue laved along the crevice of his arse. David was already hard, but he wasn't in any hurry. He wanted to get Harlan so turned on he was begging for it.
"God," Harlan moaned, pushing back against the tongue, his hips jerking every time it passed over his sensitive entrance.
David pointed his tongue, gently running the tip around sensitive flesh of that puckered opening, hands tightening on the flesh of Harlan's cheeks.
"Fuck," Harlan whimpered, his body trembling. "Please..."
"Please what, baby?" David asked as he continued to lick and suck at the opening.
"More," Harlan groaned, now gripping the sink so he wouldn't fall back.
"More what?" David insisted, loving this game.
"Of you," Harlan whispered, biting his lip again.
"My tongue?" David asked, licking along the crevice again.
"Your cock," Harlan clarified, his face flushed.
The blond pulled back, smiling up at him. He almost Summoned his wand but then remembered he couldn't. "Stay here," he said and quickly went to table beside the futon and got the small jar of oil they used for lube. He slicked his fingers as he returned.
Harlan nodded and stayed where he was, taking a few deep breaths to relax himself.
The blond hurriedly pushed his own jeans and shorts down, slicking his cock and then pressing fingers into his lover, his other hand on Harlan's hip.
"Yes," Harlan sighed, closing his eyes and pushing back on the fingers gently.
"You want my cock inside you?" David asked, voice low with desire as he twisted his fingers inside the other man.
Harlan nodded quickly, moaning loudly as David's fingers brushed against that spot.
"Tell me, beg me," David whispered against the man's ear, sliding his fingers out and then using them to position himself. He rubbed the soft head of his cock against that slick opening.
"Please fuck me," Harlan moaned, panting hard. "Please, Dra...David..."
"Yes, baby," the blond hissed, sliding inside, hands holding his lover's hips as he did. "Oh, you feel so good around my cock."
Harlan stood up the best he could so he could reach back and grip David's arse to pull him closer.
"You might want to hold on," David warned him as he slid back and then thrust inside again.
Harlan nodded, reaching to grip the sink. As long as he wasn't pressed against and over it, he was fine.
David held his lover's hips and thrust over and over again, moaning as he did. "Yes, so tight, so perfect," he gasped.
"Yes, yes," Harlan chanted with every thrust, his eyes squeezed shut. "Harder, faster..."
David growled then, happily speeding up and pounding into his lover.
Harlan began to cry out, feeling closer than before as his arms shook from holding on. David's thrusts were making him move forward from the force, but he didn't notice, the pleasure too much.
"Come for me, love," David encouraged, sliding one hand over Harlan's hip to pull on his cock.
It only took Harlan a few more thrusts before he was coming hard, thrusting into David's hand.
David came within a minute later, making small growling noises as he thrust deep and filled his lover.
Harlan whimpered, his arms shaking as the rest of his body trembled. "Fuck," he whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"Yes, a very good fuck," David agreed, forehead resting on his lover's back.
"Now we'll definitely get a job today," Harlan whispered, laughing softly.
David chuckled. "Why?" he asked, kissing between Harlan's shoulder blades.
"That was like good luck," he replied, shrugging a bit.
"Ah, then fucking before going to search for jobs is now part of our plan," the blond said, chuckling and then gasping when he pulled back. "I miss Cleaning Charms," he complained as he looked for something to clean up with.
"You're just lazy," Harlan teased, finding soft tissue paper and handing it to David.
David snorted but used the paper to clean himself. "Well, we better go get that cellyphone thing and start on those job listings," he said.
Harlan laughed as he pulled up his jeans again, buttoning them up and turning around. "I'm ready."
"Brush your hair," David said, realising he had made it messier than usual.
"It's fine," Harlan replied, running a hand through it.
David handed him the brush, scowling.
Harlan pouted, but brushed his hair quickly.
The blond gathered up the things they would need for the day and then turned to smile at him. "Better," he said.
"Good." Harlan's hair was longer than before and it still had that out-of-control look that he really couldn't do much about. He did like that his fringe was long enough to cover his scar.
"Come on, love," David said, holding out his hand.
***
Three days later, David was irritable, his feet were sore and he was about ready to hex someone. Life as a Muggle was not something he was suited to. Everywhere they applied for work wanted work histories. And some of the so-called restaurants he would not have eaten in to save his life.
The next place on the list was an upscale bistro near the Castro. At least it looked better than the last three places they had gone into. He spent a minute reading the menu posted in a frame by the door. French cuisine.
"You know French?" Harlan asked curiously, glancing up at the menu before looking at David. The menu was in both English and French.
"Yes," David said, smiling. "I know five languages besides English."
Harlan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I only know English," he said, reaching for the door to open it for them. “And Parseltongue.”
David shook his head, then adjusted his clothes and took a deep breath. He walked in and asked for the manager. The owner and manager was a large man named Milo. David greeted him in French. The man's face lit up in a smile.
After chatting for a bit, David introduced Harlan as well. Milo greeted him in French too, but David switched to English. "Harlan Pearce, my companion," he said to Milo. "English only, but he’s good in the kitchen."
Harlan smiled shyly at the owner, glancing around the place quickly. "You have a nice restaurant," he complimented.
Milo smiled at him. "Weel, Harlan, what can you do in ze kitchen?" Milo asked.
"I can wash dishes and clean up the area. And if you need someone to clean up the tables after people leave, I can do that, too," Harlan replied.
It wasn't long before Milo was showing them the work areas in back. Chatting in a combination of English and French with David, and to some degree Harlan, Milo explained that one of his waiters had quit that day without giving notice and they would be short-staffed for the Friday night rush. Could David wait tables? Could they both start that night? David explained they would be delighted to.
Harlan grinned at the thought of finally having a job so they could get what they needed in their new home. He stayed close to David as they were shown around, carefully listening to whatever Milo said in English.
They left the place with promises to be back in several hours. When they were back on the street, David pulled Harlan to the side and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him.
Harlan laughed softly against his lips, kissing him back gently. “We have jobs now," he whispered.
David pressed his lover against the outside wall of a nearby shop. "Yes," he said, kissing him again. "And I need better clothes, so we are going shopping."
"That's fine," Harlan replied, smiling up at him. "You'll need them to be a really good waiter."
So, grabbing his lover's hand, they went in search of a clothing shop that would carry the right kind of clothing for the waiter job. David was smiling and hadn't felt this good in days.
"You just like shopping," Harlan commented with a laugh, as they went into several shops. He didn't think he would need any new clothes for his job, but David would.
In the changing room of a small shop, David was trying on clothes. "You want to come in here?" he asked Harlan through the door.
"I don't want to get in your way," Harlan replied, already holding a few bags from the last store.
"Come in here," David said, opening the door enough to let him in.
Harlan nodded and walked inside, letting David close the door behind him as he bent over to set the bags down.
David didn't wait until the other man was even standing again, his hands cupping Harlan's arse.
Harlan covered his mouth so that his gasp wasn't loud. He looked back at David, looking surprised. "We're in a dressing room," he whispered.
David grinned. "Then we will have to make it quick," he answered. He was only wearing a shirt and shorts at the moment, and he reached one hand into his shorts to stroke himself. "Suck me?" he asked, leaning back against the wall.
Harlan bit his lip and glanced at the door, wondering if anyone would be able to just look under the door and see them. But he got onto his knees and shuffled over to David, hooking his fingers in the shorts so he could pull them down just a bit so that his erection was exposed. "Don't make too much noise," he whispered, glancing up at the blond. He swirled his tongue around the head before pulling him in his mouth.
David clenched his teeth, sucking in a breath at the sensation. He rested his hand on the back of Harlan's head, fingers sinking in to the dark, thick strands of hair.
Harlan licked and sucked, bobbing his head as he worked. He reached up and used one had to stroke David as he sucked, looking up at him again.
The sight of his lover's mouth wrapped around his cock and those green eyes looking up at him was probably the most beautiful thing David could imagine. He was panting now, trying not to make noise as his lover's lips and tongue worked him.
Harlan began to suck harder as his eyes closed again. He was glad that David wasn't making any noises, because he definitely didn't want to be caught in a dressing room doing this.
David was pulling his lover's hair now, trembling. "Yes, oh, yes," he whispered and then he was making little growling noises as he came, filling his lover's mouth.
Harlan swallowed it all, breathing hard through his nose as he waited until David was finished before pulling back. He pulled up his shorts and patted his hip, slowly getting up with a smile. "I like that shirt..."
David was panting and laughed now. He reached for Harlan, pulling him close and kissing him again.
Harlan laughed as they kissed, making sure that David got a good taste of himself.
There was a knock on the door to the dressing room. "Everything all right in there?" the sales clerk asked.
David laughed. "Yes, fine," he called out.
That only made Harlan laugh harder, reaching for a pair of trousers for David to put on. "Here… we should go before they get too suspicious..."
David's grey eyes sparkled. "Sure, love," he said, "though I should probably wear my own until we pay for these." He picked up the ones he had worn into the shop. "Do you remember where we first met?" he asked.
"At the robe shop?" Harlan asked, leaning against the wall as he waited for David to get dressed.
David flushed slightly, nodding as he fastened his trousers.
"You talked a lot," Harlan said, smiling softly. "Still do..."
David smiled. "Yes," he agreed, smiling at the other man. He picked up the clothes he intended to buy. "With these, I will have enough to get through several days of work," he said. Then he cocked his head. "I remember your eyes."
Harlan blushed a little. "I remember you were a prat.”
David frowned and shrugged. He had more regrets about those years than he could name. "Shall we go to work now?" he asked lightly.
Harlan grinned, picking up the bags and opening the door to the room. "Yes, work."
Chapter Title: Not Suited To It
Words: 3071 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
David was studying the newspaper while Harlan made eggs for breakfast. In the last several days they had managed to equip their flat with some basics. Although they had never heard of them before, the rental agent had told them about places called "thrift stores" where they found much of what they needed at lower prices than in the regular shops. He wasn’t thrilled about using things used by others, but he bowed to the necessity of it.
The blond was now sitting at their small wooden table near the front window. They had managed to get enough of the grime off of it so they could see out, and the natural light was good. He had a biro and was circling potential jobs in the listings. David didn't even know what half the jobs listed were about.
Harlan set a plate down in front of David when he was done, taking another one for himself and sitting down across from the blond. "We'll go to those places today?" he asked, taking a bite of the eggs.
David picked up a fork and began cutting into the eggs. He smiled when he saw his lover had already buttered his toast for him. He looked up at him, always momentarily stunned by those open green eyes. "Some of them, at least," the blond answered. "It's hard to know what we will be good at without trying it first. But I have been to enough restaurants in my life that at least I know what the wait staff is supposed to do.”
"I can do washing up and stuff," Harlan said, shrugging. He knew David would be good as a waiter in one of those fancy restaurants. Harlan, on the other hand, thought he didn't have that look they probably wanted.
David frowned. He wanted better than that for his lover. "I guess in the beginning. But our long-term plan should include finding jobs we actually like and that pay well enough to live as we want."
Harlan nodded, looking down at his plate as he ate. "Yes, I know. That's what we'll do."
"So have you given any thought to what you would actually like to do?" David asked.
"No, not really. I never thought about Muggle jobs before, well, besides when I was much younger," Harlan said, glancing up at him.
David ate, reading through the paper as he did. He actually managed to eat all of the two eggs and toast that Harlan had given him.
Harlan smiled at David, wondering if he even noticed that he finished the food. He had purposely given David more, only because he knew he needed it.
"You keep insisting that I eat, and you might end up with a fat lover," David teased, eye glinting as he looked at Harlan.
"I'll love you still," Harlan replied, grinning as he got up to pick up their plates and take them over to the sink.
David watched his lover, finding he liked to watch him during little domestic moments like this. Despite the lack of money, cheap clothes, poor quality furniture, and simple food – David was happy. He waited until the other man was nearly finished cleaning and then stepped up behind him, pressing his body against his lover's back, pinning Harlan against the sink. "I love you," he whispered against his ear.
"I love you more," Harlan said, smiling as he reached to turn off the faucet.
David huffed, nibbling on his lover's ear, sliding both hands down Harlan's body.
Harlan grinned, relaxing back against him. "It's true..."
David kissed and licked his lover's neck. "I should fuck you right here against the counter," he whispered.
Harlan swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He could feel the counter pressing gently against his hips and that reminded him...but no, he wouldn't think of that.
David sucked on the point where his lover's neck and shoulder met. He felt him shiver but was unaware that he had brought back a bad memory.
Harlan's eyes closed as he moaned softly, tilting his head to expose more of his neck.
"Yesss," David hissed against his lover's skin, bringing one hand up to thrust fingers into Harlan's hair. The other slid around over his arse, kneading the flesh.
Harlan moaned again, pushing back against the hand slightly. David wouldn't hurt him, that's why he though he shouldn't think about it.
"Do you want it?" David whispered, licking at a dark red mark he had just left on his lover's shoulder.
"Yes," Harlan replied quietly, shuddering slightly.
They had already gotten dressed and David was pressing his erection against his lover's arse through the layers of their jeans. He began to rub against him, moaning. "I want you all the time," he said, voice husky and feeling a bit dizzy with need now.
Harlan bit his lip softly, feeling his hips press more against the counter with each movement. "Me too," he said softly, trying to hold back the bad memories the best he could.
David nipped at Harlan's shoulder. "Take your trousers down," David whispered, reaching to unfasten his own.
Harlan reached to undo the jeans and pushed them down slowly with his underwear, leaving them around his ankles.
"Gods, yes," David gasped, kissing and nipping his way down Harlan's back, running his fingernails lightly over the exposed flesh of his arse.
Harlan moaned and shivered again, feeling his skin get goose bumps, from both the fingers and the cool counter.
They had already showered that morning and Harlan's skin was soft and clean. David licked and nipped the cheeks of his arse. "Bend forward more," he whispered.
Harlan did as he was told, bending over the counter a bit more for whatever David wanted to do.
The blond smiled, using both hands to spread those cheeks, and nipped at the darker, sensitive skin between them.
Harlan gasped softly, reaching to grip something. He loved when David did this.
David chuckled, noticing his lover gripping the sink as his tongue laved along the crevice of his arse. David was already hard, but he wasn't in any hurry. He wanted to get Harlan so turned on he was begging for it.
"God," Harlan moaned, pushing back against the tongue, his hips jerking every time it passed over his sensitive entrance.
David pointed his tongue, gently running the tip around sensitive flesh of that puckered opening, hands tightening on the flesh of Harlan's cheeks.
"Fuck," Harlan whimpered, his body trembling. "Please..."
"Please what, baby?" David asked as he continued to lick and suck at the opening.
"More," Harlan groaned, now gripping the sink so he wouldn't fall back.
"More what?" David insisted, loving this game.
"Of you," Harlan whispered, biting his lip again.
"My tongue?" David asked, licking along the crevice again.
"Your cock," Harlan clarified, his face flushed.
The blond pulled back, smiling up at him. He almost Summoned his wand but then remembered he couldn't. "Stay here," he said and quickly went to table beside the futon and got the small jar of oil they used for lube. He slicked his fingers as he returned.
Harlan nodded and stayed where he was, taking a few deep breaths to relax himself.
The blond hurriedly pushed his own jeans and shorts down, slicking his cock and then pressing fingers into his lover, his other hand on Harlan's hip.
"Yes," Harlan sighed, closing his eyes and pushing back on the fingers gently.
"You want my cock inside you?" David asked, voice low with desire as he twisted his fingers inside the other man.
Harlan nodded quickly, moaning loudly as David's fingers brushed against that spot.
"Tell me, beg me," David whispered against the man's ear, sliding his fingers out and then using them to position himself. He rubbed the soft head of his cock against that slick opening.
"Please fuck me," Harlan moaned, panting hard. "Please, Dra...David..."
"Yes, baby," the blond hissed, sliding inside, hands holding his lover's hips as he did. "Oh, you feel so good around my cock."
Harlan stood up the best he could so he could reach back and grip David's arse to pull him closer.
"You might want to hold on," David warned him as he slid back and then thrust inside again.
Harlan nodded, reaching to grip the sink. As long as he wasn't pressed against and over it, he was fine.
David held his lover's hips and thrust over and over again, moaning as he did. "Yes, so tight, so perfect," he gasped.
"Yes, yes," Harlan chanted with every thrust, his eyes squeezed shut. "Harder, faster..."
David growled then, happily speeding up and pounding into his lover.
Harlan began to cry out, feeling closer than before as his arms shook from holding on. David's thrusts were making him move forward from the force, but he didn't notice, the pleasure too much.
"Come for me, love," David encouraged, sliding one hand over Harlan's hip to pull on his cock.
It only took Harlan a few more thrusts before he was coming hard, thrusting into David's hand.
David came within a minute later, making small growling noises as he thrust deep and filled his lover.
Harlan whimpered, his arms shaking as the rest of his body trembled. "Fuck," he whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"Yes, a very good fuck," David agreed, forehead resting on his lover's back.
"Now we'll definitely get a job today," Harlan whispered, laughing softly.
David chuckled. "Why?" he asked, kissing between Harlan's shoulder blades.
"That was like good luck," he replied, shrugging a bit.
"Ah, then fucking before going to search for jobs is now part of our plan," the blond said, chuckling and then gasping when he pulled back. "I miss Cleaning Charms," he complained as he looked for something to clean up with.
"You're just lazy," Harlan teased, finding soft tissue paper and handing it to David.
David snorted but used the paper to clean himself. "Well, we better go get that cellyphone thing and start on those job listings," he said.
Harlan laughed as he pulled up his jeans again, buttoning them up and turning around. "I'm ready."
"Brush your hair," David said, realising he had made it messier than usual.
"It's fine," Harlan replied, running a hand through it.
David handed him the brush, scowling.
Harlan pouted, but brushed his hair quickly.
The blond gathered up the things they would need for the day and then turned to smile at him. "Better," he said.
"Good." Harlan's hair was longer than before and it still had that out-of-control look that he really couldn't do much about. He did like that his fringe was long enough to cover his scar.
"Come on, love," David said, holding out his hand.
***
Three days later, David was irritable, his feet were sore and he was about ready to hex someone. Life as a Muggle was not something he was suited to. Everywhere they applied for work wanted work histories. And some of the so-called restaurants he would not have eaten in to save his life.
The next place on the list was an upscale bistro near the Castro. At least it looked better than the last three places they had gone into. He spent a minute reading the menu posted in a frame by the door. French cuisine.
"You know French?" Harlan asked curiously, glancing up at the menu before looking at David. The menu was in both English and French.
"Yes," David said, smiling. "I know five languages besides English."
Harlan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I only know English," he said, reaching for the door to open it for them. “And Parseltongue.”
David shook his head, then adjusted his clothes and took a deep breath. He walked in and asked for the manager. The owner and manager was a large man named Milo. David greeted him in French. The man's face lit up in a smile.
After chatting for a bit, David introduced Harlan as well. Milo greeted him in French too, but David switched to English. "Harlan Pearce, my companion," he said to Milo. "English only, but he’s good in the kitchen."
Harlan smiled shyly at the owner, glancing around the place quickly. "You have a nice restaurant," he complimented.
Milo smiled at him. "Weel, Harlan, what can you do in ze kitchen?" Milo asked.
"I can wash dishes and clean up the area. And if you need someone to clean up the tables after people leave, I can do that, too," Harlan replied.
It wasn't long before Milo was showing them the work areas in back. Chatting in a combination of English and French with David, and to some degree Harlan, Milo explained that one of his waiters had quit that day without giving notice and they would be short-staffed for the Friday night rush. Could David wait tables? Could they both start that night? David explained they would be delighted to.
Harlan grinned at the thought of finally having a job so they could get what they needed in their new home. He stayed close to David as they were shown around, carefully listening to whatever Milo said in English.
They left the place with promises to be back in several hours. When they were back on the street, David pulled Harlan to the side and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him.
Harlan laughed softly against his lips, kissing him back gently. “We have jobs now," he whispered.
David pressed his lover against the outside wall of a nearby shop. "Yes," he said, kissing him again. "And I need better clothes, so we are going shopping."
"That's fine," Harlan replied, smiling up at him. "You'll need them to be a really good waiter."
So, grabbing his lover's hand, they went in search of a clothing shop that would carry the right kind of clothing for the waiter job. David was smiling and hadn't felt this good in days.
"You just like shopping," Harlan commented with a laugh, as they went into several shops. He didn't think he would need any new clothes for his job, but David would.
In the changing room of a small shop, David was trying on clothes. "You want to come in here?" he asked Harlan through the door.
"I don't want to get in your way," Harlan replied, already holding a few bags from the last store.
"Come in here," David said, opening the door enough to let him in.
Harlan nodded and walked inside, letting David close the door behind him as he bent over to set the bags down.
David didn't wait until the other man was even standing again, his hands cupping Harlan's arse.
Harlan covered his mouth so that his gasp wasn't loud. He looked back at David, looking surprised. "We're in a dressing room," he whispered.
David grinned. "Then we will have to make it quick," he answered. He was only wearing a shirt and shorts at the moment, and he reached one hand into his shorts to stroke himself. "Suck me?" he asked, leaning back against the wall.
Harlan bit his lip and glanced at the door, wondering if anyone would be able to just look under the door and see them. But he got onto his knees and shuffled over to David, hooking his fingers in the shorts so he could pull them down just a bit so that his erection was exposed. "Don't make too much noise," he whispered, glancing up at the blond. He swirled his tongue around the head before pulling him in his mouth.
David clenched his teeth, sucking in a breath at the sensation. He rested his hand on the back of Harlan's head, fingers sinking in to the dark, thick strands of hair.
Harlan licked and sucked, bobbing his head as he worked. He reached up and used one had to stroke David as he sucked, looking up at him again.
The sight of his lover's mouth wrapped around his cock and those green eyes looking up at him was probably the most beautiful thing David could imagine. He was panting now, trying not to make noise as his lover's lips and tongue worked him.
Harlan began to suck harder as his eyes closed again. He was glad that David wasn't making any noises, because he definitely didn't want to be caught in a dressing room doing this.
David was pulling his lover's hair now, trembling. "Yes, oh, yes," he whispered and then he was making little growling noises as he came, filling his lover's mouth.
Harlan swallowed it all, breathing hard through his nose as he waited until David was finished before pulling back. He pulled up his shorts and patted his hip, slowly getting up with a smile. "I like that shirt..."
David was panting and laughed now. He reached for Harlan, pulling him close and kissing him again.
Harlan laughed as they kissed, making sure that David got a good taste of himself.
There was a knock on the door to the dressing room. "Everything all right in there?" the sales clerk asked.
David laughed. "Yes, fine," he called out.
That only made Harlan laugh harder, reaching for a pair of trousers for David to put on. "Here… we should go before they get too suspicious..."
David's grey eyes sparkled. "Sure, love," he said, "though I should probably wear my own until we pay for these." He picked up the ones he had worn into the shop. "Do you remember where we first met?" he asked.
"At the robe shop?" Harlan asked, leaning against the wall as he waited for David to get dressed.
David flushed slightly, nodding as he fastened his trousers.
"You talked a lot," Harlan said, smiling softly. "Still do..."
David smiled. "Yes," he agreed, smiling at the other man. He picked up the clothes he intended to buy. "With these, I will have enough to get through several days of work," he said. Then he cocked his head. "I remember your eyes."
Harlan blushed a little. "I remember you were a prat.”
David frowned and shrugged. He had more regrets about those years than he could name. "Shall we go to work now?" he asked lightly.
Harlan grinned, picking up the bags and opening the door to the room. "Yes, work."