MIT: Magic Incorporating Technology

A/N: Thought I should point out, Harry here is 20. I figure he took a year after defeating Moldiemort to recover and study on his own, then he basically did the final two years of High School. Just in case anyone was wondering.

Warnings: Language and slash sex! Yay! I decided to give it a shot. But it's not HAsh yet - that will come in later chapters... I really tend to use that phrasing often, don't I?

Should point out that I am not a gay male, so I haven't had any experience with gay sex. I've seen porn though, and read slash fics, so I have a vague idea of how it all works. This is, however, my first attempt at writing it, so any suggestions would be appreciated. Even if it's just laughter at how bad it is.

-MIT-

Chapter Two: Getting a Guy

The first thing Harry did upon leaving his room was to look around and see if any of the other doors were open. There didn't seem to be any real sign of life, so he headed downstairs. He saw a few people wandering around, but they were all in pairs or small groups. Having always had Ron or Hermione with him at Hogwarts, Harry wasn't very good at making new friends.

He'd had a tentative friendship with a few people in his courses back in London, but given how secretive he was about his past, most couldn't be bothered sticking around. They figured that getting close to him was just too much bother.

After a while, he found the student lounge on the ground floor. It was a lot like the Gryffindor Common Room, without the loud colour scheme. There were chairs and sofas scattered around the room, with a TV in one corner. It was currently playing some news program.

There were some students sitting around, but not many. Harry figured that these were the early arrivals, and that more people would show up over the coming week. Classes started next Monday, after all.

On one wall, Harry spied a map of the campus, and wandered over to investigate. It looked fairly simple to him - then again, he'd learned to navigate Hogwarts. After that, anything appeared simple.

As he was looking around for a store where he could buy a computer, he felt someone come up behind him. His muscles all tensed, and Harry forced himself to not turn around and attack whoever it was. Despite three years of peace, his instincts still got him into trouble sometimes.

"You're new here, aren't you?" The person spoke with a deep, cultured voice, and Harry felt a spark of interest. He turned and surveyed the other man, noting that he was rather handsome. Taller than Harry, but that wasn't uncommon, with light blonde hair in a sensible cut. He was a little more muscular than Harry usually went for, but he was well-dressed, which was a plus.

"Just arrived last night," Harry nodded. The man's blue eyes widened slightly at his accent, and he smiled as he held out a hand. "Harry Potter."

"Jerry Grant," his new aquaintance accepted the hand and shook it firmly. "What brings you all the way here for your studies?"

"My friend reccommended it," Harry shrugged. "I love the sciences, and Hermione said that MIT is one of the best schools for computing and technology. I figured that it would be worth relocating for that sort of reputation."

"I'm glad you did," Jerry smiled, and Harry felt his heart speed up a little. The man was gorgeous!

The mood was broken when a scrunched-up piece of paper hit Jerry in the side of the head, and he scowled over his shoulder.

"Ash."

"Hey, Jerry. I fixed your rig, you want it now?"

Harry couldn't help but stare at the new arrival. He looked like a stereotypical redneck, with the drawl to match. He also seemed rather spaced out, as though he were on something illegal.

"No Ash," Jerry gave him a withering look. "I want you to keep my computer for the next month or so. Not like I need it for my studies or anything."

Despite the heavy sarcasm, Ash just grinned and shrugged.

"Okay dude, I'll dump it outside your room. Catch ya 'round." With that he wandered off in the direction of the stairs.

Jerry gave a sniff of disapproval, then turned back to Harry, smiling slightly again.

"Sorry about that. Ash is... special. He's here on a scholarship, since he's the first person in his family to qualify for college. Even if it was only barely. Trust me, you're better off not associating with him, he'll just drag your grades down."

"Okay," Harry nodded, though something in the back of his mind didn't sit right. He firmly ignored it however. There was a gorgeous man in front of him, and he seemed interested. The odd Ash could wait for another time.

-MIT-

Harry spent most of the day with Jerry. The older man was nice and funny, and Harry was sure that he was interested in pursuing something. True, he was about to start his third year of college, but Harry didn't think that really mattered. Not when he was happy to show Harry around the campus and tell him the best places to go, and the places to avoid. Also to explain the weird way the lecture halls, tutorial rooms and laboratories were labelled.

The next day Harry spent the morning setting up his computer. He was rather proud of his baby, which he'd named Moony. His reasoning was that most of the time it was a wonderful machine which helped him with his studies and was able to play games with the best of them, but every now and then it would turn into a monster and eat his files. Granted, he thought that was more a problem wit Microsoft that the computer, but the name had stuck. His notebook he'd called Padfoot, since it was forever wandering around, often getting lost or into trouble - and it housed his porn collection.

Once the computer was set up, he sent an email to Hermione letting her know how he was going. He'd set up a computer with internet access in her new home before he'd gone, to make sure that they had a way to keep in touch. After all, with the time differences and the odd hours they both kept, there was little chance of a phone call getting through, and fireplaces weren't exactly common in America.

As noon approached, Harry decided that it was high time he ate. He grabbed his Hallows, wallet and keys and left the room, planning on visiting the coffee-shop Jerry had pointed out the day before. It had looked like a nice place.

As he was finishing up his cake and coffee - he still subsisted mostly on sugar when he could get away with it - he spotted Jerry walking past the window, and smiled at him. Jerry grinned back and tilted his head toward the exit, clearly wanting to talk to him. He quickly downed the rest of his drink and returned the crockery to the counter before heading outside.

"Hey Harry," Jerry smiled down at him. "How you settling in?"

"Fine," Harry grinned back. "Got my room all sorted, and my computer set up. I missed having him around."

"Him?" Jerry quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Harry muttered, blushing a little. "I gave my computer a personality."

"Heh," Jerry chuckled. "Cute. Wanna show me this computer of yours?"

Harry wasn't sure if it was the chuckle or the desire in Jerry's eyes, but he decided that he really wanted this man. And Harry wasn't exactly known for his subtlety when it came to the things he wanted. He nodded and turned to lead the way to his room.

-MIT-

On the way through the lounge, Harry noticed Ash sitting against a wall and fiddling with a notebook. The older man looked up and frowned upon seeing Harry and Jerry, but didn't say anything. Harry shrugged and didn't think about it. Ash was apparently just weird, and he had other things to think about.

Harry'd had sex before, but only the once, with Ginny, before figuring out that they really didn't work together. It had left them both feeling awkward. Although he'd kissed and made out with a few guys back in England, he hadn't actually gone all the way with any of them, and he'd had enough with the waiting. He'd denied his libido as a teenager, and now it was back with a vengeance.

When they reached his room, Jerry waited until the door was closed before taking Harry's face in his hands and kissing him, gently but with clear intent. He became steadily more forceful as Harry responded eagerly, running his hands up and down Jerry's back. He let out a moan as Jerry lowered his hands, grabbing his arse and grinding their hips together.

Jerry took the opportunity to invade Harry's mouth, asserting his dominance with his tongue while he kneaded the smaller man's behind. Harry used one hand to grip Jerry's shoulder in an effort to keep his balance, and wound the other around his waist as he tried to get closer. After a moment, he started to shrug out of his coat, knowing that he wouldn't have much need for it for the rest of the afternoon.

The older man smirked when he release Harry's mouth long enough to rid them both of their shirts. He then lowered his head to nibble at Harry's neck as he slid his hands into Harry's jeans to resume their hold on his arse, this time without the barrier of clothes. Harry let out a groan of frustration, wanting to quit with the teasing and get to the good part already.

"Jerry..." He moaned as he felt a finger brush against his entrance.

"Hmm?" The blonde murmurred, slowly grinding their erections together. It took a moment after that for Harry to remember what he wanted to say.

"Pants. Off. Now." He managed to bite out as he reached for Jerry's belt.

"Hmm. Pushy," Jerry pulled him closer, making it impossible to get his pants undone, and rubbed against his entrance more firmly. "Don't know if I want to obey."

"Please!" Harry whimpered, and Jerry let out a dark chuckle.

"That's better." He removed his hands and stepped back, and Harry blinked at the sudden loss of contact, before he remembered why as Jerry slowly undid Harry's fly. "Take off your shoes."

Harry complied as Jerry did the same, then yanked Harry's jeans down. Harry kicked them off, then was struck with a wave of embarassment as he realised that he was the only one naked, that Jerry could see all of his physical scars - and there were quite a few of those.

It quickly faded when Jerry spun him around and pulled him back against his chest, grinding his cloth-covered erection against Harry's bare arse, making the smaller man groan again.

"Yessss..." He hissed, only just having enough control to keep it to English. His Parseltongue abilities had returned a few months ago, and he figured that one thing that could ruin the mood was him suddenly speaking a strange language.

"Lube?" Jerry whispered into his ear, and Harry whimpered again before reaching for his desk drawer. He fumbled about a bit before finding what he'd been looking for, and handed the tube and a small packet to Jerry.

"Hmm. Planning on this, Harry?" Jerry ground his hips into him again. "Is there a boyfriend I need to be worried about?"

"No," Harry gasped as he felt his nipple get a harsh tweak. "Just... easier to take a condom off a toy than to clean the toy." He was blushing again, then closed his eyes as he felt a laugh rumble through Jerry's chest, still pressed flush against his back.

"You might have to demonstrate that for me later," Jerry whispered against his neck before biting down hard. Harry arched his back, knowing that he'd have a mark later. "On your knees."

Harry quickly fell to the ground and heard Jerry kneel more slowly behind him. He was thankful to Kreacher for making the carpet softer than normal, otherwise his knees would be bruised later too. Then all thoughts flew from his head as Jerry pressed a lube-slicked finger into him.

"Ah!" Harry couldn't help the cry that escaped him. It burned a little, though not as much as it would if Harry hadn't played with his toys the night before. Jerry started moving the finger in and out, and Harry soon felt the burn leave. Before it was gone completely, Jerry added another finger, and Harry squirmed in a little discomfort.

Jerry seemed to notice and leaned forward to press kisses against his spine, before continuing to stretch Harry. Sooner than he'd have liked, another finger was added, and Harry whimpered.

"Jerry, slow down," he whispered. "Hurts."

"Sorry Baby," Jerry slowed his movements, though he kept going. "I'm impatient. I'll go slower, I promise."

Harry nodded, and forced himself to relax. He could feel the fingers scissoring inside him, searching for something. His back arched when they found it.

"Oh fuck yes!" Harry cried out, then panted as Jerry continued to brush against his prostate while stretching him. He risked a glance over his shoulder, to see that Jerry wore a smug grin. The older man met his eyes, then leaned forward to capture his lips while still preparing him. Harry moaned into the kiss, desperate for more. Then Jerry's mouth and fingers were both gone, and Harry sighed at the loss. He closed his eyes and hung his head, shivering in anticipation as he heard Jerry lower the zip on his jeans and tear open the condom wrapper.

Soon enough, he felt Jerry pressing into him again, and sighed in contentment. True to his word, Jerry was going slowly, almost agonisingly slowly. Harry felt like he was going to go insane before he was completely filled. Eventually, he felt Jerry come to a halt, then immediately start withdrawing, again at that maddening pace.

Harry started to thrust back, needing more friction, but Jerry grabbed his hips to still him.

"Jerry..."

"You said slow, remember?" Jerry's voice was almost mocking as he continued to thrust at a snail's pace. "I'm doing what you asked."

Harry writhed as much as he could, which wasn't much. He was still smaller and physically weaker than most men his age, and Jerry was older and bigger.

"Need more," Harry whispered, suddenly feeling a little ashamed. How was Jerry meant to know what he wanted, when he couldn't make himself clear? "Need you."

"If you insist," Jerry muttered, before pulling out and slamming back in.

"Yes!" Harry cried out in surprise and arousal. There was some pain, yes, but it was negligible.

Jerry continued at the faster pace, using his strength to move Harry as well. The smaller man moaned and whimpered, finding it to be better than he'd imagined. Certainly better than his toys.

Before long, Jerry buried himself one last time and came with a growl. Harry let out a whine at the loss of friction, since he was still hard and aching. Despite his change of pace, Jerry had only rarely managed to hit his prostate once inside him, and he hadn't given Harry's cock any attention.

Harry looked around as Jerry pulled out, desperate for completion, only to find the man leaning back against his bed. He hadn't noticed before, but Jerry hadn't taken his jeans off completely, only undone them enough to get his dick out. He looked up at Jerry with pleading eyes, and the man just grinned as he half-closed his eyes.

"You mentioned something about toys?" Harry nodded slowly. "Well then, give me a show. I wanna watch you."