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New Job
Chapter Number/Total: 4/32
Chapter Title: New Job
Words: 2321 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
They made their way back to the Milo's. David changed in the restroom. It had been a long day before work and as the evening wore on, the blond's feet hurt something fierce. Waiting on Muggles... people, was a more complicated job than he would have imagined. But they seemed to like him and always complemented him on his accent. He tried to keep his attention focused on the job, but was comforted to occasionally look over and see his lover busing a table. He was glad they had been able to find jobs at the same place.
Harlan actually liked his job. It was quiet and calm, and all he had to do was clean down the tables and stay out of people's way. He made sure to not touch the tips that were left on the tables, knowing for sure that they weren't for him. He found himself glancing around several times, just to look for David. He would smile whenever he saw him, but he almost ended up running into a customer who was on her way to the restroom. He apologized a few times, she didn't seem to mind. He was grateful for that, not wanting to be fired the first day because of a mistake.
Later in the evening, with more wine flowing, the customers did seem to get more forward. Several women offered their phone numbers and one man pinched David’s arse.
Harlan was nearby cleaning down another table while watching David. He could tell that the customers really did like him, and Harlan smiled. He knew he'd be good for the job. Until he saw a man touch David. He frowned, nearly breaking a plate as he dropped it in the large box he carried around.
David frowned at the man and stepped away. "Aw, don't be that way," the man complained.
"I am not on the menu," Draco said as calmly as he could and the man and his friends laughed. The blond looked over at the sound of the plate hitting the cutlery in the box Harlan used. He caught his lover's eyes, trying to wordlessly reassure him.
Harlan blinked and looked back at the table, picking up the last of the dishes and placing them more carefully in the box before heading back to the kitchens to wash them. He knew David would never look at anyone besides him, and he understood why they liked him so much. But it was still strange to see someone else do that to him.
David wished he could take a break and go talk with Harlan. But the place was busy and he was having a hard time keeping up with everything. At least the customer's seemed happy with him and the tips were good.
Harlan was able to take a small break after a long while for about ten minutes, and he followed one of his coworkers outside.
The man pulling out a cigarette to smoke. “I’m Mark Reigner,” he said to Harlan
Harlan introduced himself, with only a small pause before his name now. He glanced at the cigarettes curiously, but declined the offer when he was asked if we wanted one.
Mark eyed Harlan curiously. "So you haven't done this before, have you?"
"The job?" Harlan asked, glancing at him. "No...I'm new to this all, yeah."
"You and the new waiter are both English. Do you know each other?" Mark asked.
Harlan nodded, smiling a bit at the mention of David. "D-David and I have known each other for a long time, actually."
Mark gave Harlan an appraising look up and down. "He's pretty, but I like your eyes better," he said, stepping a little closer.
"Thank you..." Harlan said softly, his cheeks coloring slightly. He stepped a bit away when Mark moved closer, liking the distance they had. "So, you've worked here for a while?" he asked, changing the subject.
Mark didn't move closer but continued to look at him in a way that made it clear he was interested. "About six months," he said. "Did you recently move here?"
It was a bit unnerving to be looked at like that, but Harlan didn't say anything yet. "Yeah, a bit ago. Americans are funny," he commented, laughing a bit.
"Really? How so?" Mark asked.
"Your tea tastes bad, and the money is all the same colour..." Harlan said, looking amused, but thoughtful.
Mark nodded. "More of us drink coffee than tea," he answered, dropping the cigarette butt on the pavement and grinding it out with the toe of his shoe.
"I noticed," Harlan said, glancing down at the ground. "Tea tastes better, though." He grinned again.
Mark smiled at him. "Does it make the guy who drinks it taste different?" he asked.
Harlan raised an eyebrow at the strange question. "I don't know," he said, shrugging. "Why?"
"We could find out," he suggested.
"Oh..." So that's why he was looking at Harlan like that. "I'll have to ask my boyfriend."
"The blond?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No..." Harlan said hesitantly, not wanting him to know everything about that just yet. "Someone else."
Mark nodded. "Does he share?"
"No, uhm, we should be getting back inside, right?" Harlan asked, inching towards the door.
"Sure," the other man said, gesturing for Harlan to go ahead.
***
Finally, the place closed for the night and Draco dropped gratefully into a chair with a groan. He wanted to be horizontal for the next twelve hours.
Harlan had walked back inside and looked around for David, smiling as he sat down next to him. "You look tired."
"My feet hurt," Draco complained. "You?"
"Same. My fingers look pruny from washing dishes," he replied, holding up his hands.
David reached out to take Harlan's hand, gently stroking the wrinkled fingertips.
Harlan smiled thankfully. "Want to head home?"
"Yes," Draco said, bringing Harlan's fingers to his mouth and kissing the tips.
The gesture made him blush, only hoping that Mark wasn't around to see. He looked up to see Mark watching them from the doorway to the kitchen. His eyes met Harlan's and he raised an eyebrow.
Harlan blushed harder, gently pulling his hand away from David's.
David glanced up at Harlan and then Mark, frowning. "Home," he said, getting to his feet.
***
They had figured out the buses well enough to get home. David kept dozing off on the ride.
Harlan managed to stay awake, gently nudging David when it was their stop. "Come on," he said, beginning to get up.
David managed to climb to his feet and trudge up the street, and then up the stairs to their flat.
"You're going straight to bed," Harlan said, unlocking the door and letting David in first.
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, sitting down on the edge of the futon and fumbling with his shoe laces.
Harlan knelt down in front of him and untied the shoes, slipping them off and setting them neatly off to the side. "So how was your first day? Besides being completely tired now?" He began to unbutton David's shirt.
"Ask me in the morning," David said, flopping back on the mattress without even undressing.
Harlan laughed softly, picking up David's legs and laying him on the bed properly. He finished unbuttoning David's shirt and pulled it off, starting on the trousers next. Once he was able to pull those off, he folded them and laid them on a chair nearby. "Night then..." he whispered, pulling the covers over him and leaning down to kiss him night.
David was asleep before Harlan had even pulled the covers up.
Harlan went to the bathroom first and then he went to bed soon after David fell asleep. He snuggled up close and hoped he wouldn't have any nightmares as he finally fell asleep.
He didn't know how much time went by, but soon there was this strange but familiar tingle going through his body. He shifted and then there was pain, so sudden that he was only able to let out a strangled gasp. It quickly intensified and soon Harlan was screaming as he writhed on the bed, his body jerking with the Crucio-like pain.
David woke quickly and held his lover. "Wake up," he shouted, thinking the man was having another nightmare.
Harlan opened his eyes, tears streaming out. He continued writhe, sobbing openly.
"Merde!" David cursed. "It's the spell." He knew he needed to fuck his lover to stop it. He wasn't even hard and the screaming wasn't helping him get in the mood. "Baby, hold on," he said and rolled to the side of the bed, grabbing the lube and reaching down to stroke himself.
Harlan whimpered, turning over on his stomach so he could grip the pillow and scream as much as he wanted into it.
Draco tried to focus on the memory of what it felt like to be inside his lover. "Going to fuck you baby," he said, as much to turn himself on as to let Harlan know he was working on it. He climbed between his writhing partners legs and reached a hand to press fingers quickly into his body.
"Just d-do it," Harlan gasped loudly, not caring about being prepared at the moment.
Draco nodded, he was only half hard, but he hoped it would be enough. "Spread your legs more," he said.
Harlan forced his legs open and tried to get up on hands and knees, but he was shaking too much.
David used one hand to spread his lover's arse cheeks and the other to hold his cock, trying to push inside. He managed to force the head inside that tight ring.
Harlan groaned, the slight burn from the entry making him arch off the bed again.
"Tight," David gasped, trying to press forward more. "Is it helping?" he asked.
Harlan managed to nod slightly, even though he was still hurting, it seemed the more David pushed inside, the more it seemed to lessen.
"Baby, I love you," David said, the tight heat helping him get harder. He began to rock his hips, pushing a little each time into his lover.
"Love you too," Harlan gasped, pressing his face into the wet pillow as he began to move.
"That's it," David encouraged, Harlan's body responding helping him get more aroused.
Soon Harlan could only feel the pleasure of being fucked and he moaned gently, pressing his cheek against the pillow so he could pant.
"Oh, yes, you feel so good," the blond gasped, fingers holding on to his lover's hips and thrusting.
Harlan was glad that David was doing the work because he wasn't sure had the strength to do it for himself. "Draco..." Harlan whispered his voice hoarse.
"You are mine," the blond answered, getting closer with each thrust. "Can you come for me baby?"
Harlan was only just getting hard, so he wasn't sure if he would be able to. "I'll try," he whispered.
"It's okay, baby," David said, gasping and thrusting. "I will suck your pretty cock when I am done," he promised.
Harlan nodded, biting his lip softly as he pushed back on his lover’s cock and clenched gently.
David gasped, throwing his head back as he came, filling his lover with the seed and magic that would keep him from pain for another day.
Harlan moaned softly, gripping the sheets as he felt that rush of warmth inside him.
"Baby, yes," he gasped. "I love you." He slid his cock out, come dripping as he did. "Lay on you back," he told his lover.
Harlan slowly pushed himself onto his back, his chest shiny with sweat and his face wet with tears. He smiled softly up at him, his legs opening for David.
The blond smiled down at him and then bent to lower his mouth to his lover's cock, sliding lips over the soft crown and swirling his tongue.
Harlan moaned, his hips rising as he bit down on his lip again.
"Mmm," David hummed around his lover's cock, sliding his mouth down to take him deeper.
Harlan gasped and reached to slide his fingers into David's soft hair. He tried not to thrust up, but he couldn't help it.
David slid back up enough to speak. "Fuck my mouth, baby," he said and then swallowed him again.
"Use...your fingers," Harlan managed to whisper, lifting his hips.
David wrapped fingers around the base of his lover's cock and slid the other hand lower to press into his still slick opening.
"Yes," Harlan whispered, beginning to thrust up into David's mouth before thrusting down on his fingers.
David finger fucked his lover while Harlan fucked his mouth. He had to concentrate to breathe. And he loved it.
"Close," Harlan gasped after a while, his body beginning to tremble.
David made sure to twist fingers, pressing Harlan's prostrate as he sucked harder.
Harlan came with a hoarse cry, his fingers tightening in David's hair as he shuddered on the bed.
David swallowed the hot liquid that filled his mouth, continuing to finger his lover as he did.
Harlan trembled as his hand slid out of David's hair, breathing in short pants.
David licked the softening flesh of his lover's cock. Then kissed it gently, sliding come-slicked fingers out of him. He smiled up at Harlan.
Harlan slowly came down from his high, feeling sore and exhausted on the bed. He didn't bother to close his legs or even move, but there was a small smile on his lips.
David reached for a towel they kept beside the bed, wiping his hands on it and then using it to clean himself and his lover.
Harlan hummed thankfully, his eyes closed.
David finished and then curled up against his lover's body, taking him into his arms. "I love you,” he whispered, petting his hair. "Sleep, baby."
"Love you, too," Harlan replied quietly, already beginning to drift off into a pleasant sleep
Chapter Title: New Job
Words: 2321 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
They made their way back to the Milo's. David changed in the restroom. It had been a long day before work and as the evening wore on, the blond's feet hurt something fierce. Waiting on Muggles... people, was a more complicated job than he would have imagined. But they seemed to like him and always complemented him on his accent. He tried to keep his attention focused on the job, but was comforted to occasionally look over and see his lover busing a table. He was glad they had been able to find jobs at the same place.
Harlan actually liked his job. It was quiet and calm, and all he had to do was clean down the tables and stay out of people's way. He made sure to not touch the tips that were left on the tables, knowing for sure that they weren't for him. He found himself glancing around several times, just to look for David. He would smile whenever he saw him, but he almost ended up running into a customer who was on her way to the restroom. He apologized a few times, she didn't seem to mind. He was grateful for that, not wanting to be fired the first day because of a mistake.
Later in the evening, with more wine flowing, the customers did seem to get more forward. Several women offered their phone numbers and one man pinched David’s arse.
Harlan was nearby cleaning down another table while watching David. He could tell that the customers really did like him, and Harlan smiled. He knew he'd be good for the job. Until he saw a man touch David. He frowned, nearly breaking a plate as he dropped it in the large box he carried around.
David frowned at the man and stepped away. "Aw, don't be that way," the man complained.
"I am not on the menu," Draco said as calmly as he could and the man and his friends laughed. The blond looked over at the sound of the plate hitting the cutlery in the box Harlan used. He caught his lover's eyes, trying to wordlessly reassure him.
Harlan blinked and looked back at the table, picking up the last of the dishes and placing them more carefully in the box before heading back to the kitchens to wash them. He knew David would never look at anyone besides him, and he understood why they liked him so much. But it was still strange to see someone else do that to him.
David wished he could take a break and go talk with Harlan. But the place was busy and he was having a hard time keeping up with everything. At least the customer's seemed happy with him and the tips were good.
Harlan was able to take a small break after a long while for about ten minutes, and he followed one of his coworkers outside.
The man pulling out a cigarette to smoke. “I’m Mark Reigner,” he said to Harlan
Harlan introduced himself, with only a small pause before his name now. He glanced at the cigarettes curiously, but declined the offer when he was asked if we wanted one.
Mark eyed Harlan curiously. "So you haven't done this before, have you?"
"The job?" Harlan asked, glancing at him. "No...I'm new to this all, yeah."
"You and the new waiter are both English. Do you know each other?" Mark asked.
Harlan nodded, smiling a bit at the mention of David. "D-David and I have known each other for a long time, actually."
Mark gave Harlan an appraising look up and down. "He's pretty, but I like your eyes better," he said, stepping a little closer.
"Thank you..." Harlan said softly, his cheeks coloring slightly. He stepped a bit away when Mark moved closer, liking the distance they had. "So, you've worked here for a while?" he asked, changing the subject.
Mark didn't move closer but continued to look at him in a way that made it clear he was interested. "About six months," he said. "Did you recently move here?"
It was a bit unnerving to be looked at like that, but Harlan didn't say anything yet. "Yeah, a bit ago. Americans are funny," he commented, laughing a bit.
"Really? How so?" Mark asked.
"Your tea tastes bad, and the money is all the same colour..." Harlan said, looking amused, but thoughtful.
Mark nodded. "More of us drink coffee than tea," he answered, dropping the cigarette butt on the pavement and grinding it out with the toe of his shoe.
"I noticed," Harlan said, glancing down at the ground. "Tea tastes better, though." He grinned again.
Mark smiled at him. "Does it make the guy who drinks it taste different?" he asked.
Harlan raised an eyebrow at the strange question. "I don't know," he said, shrugging. "Why?"
"We could find out," he suggested.
"Oh..." So that's why he was looking at Harlan like that. "I'll have to ask my boyfriend."
"The blond?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No..." Harlan said hesitantly, not wanting him to know everything about that just yet. "Someone else."
Mark nodded. "Does he share?"
"No, uhm, we should be getting back inside, right?" Harlan asked, inching towards the door.
"Sure," the other man said, gesturing for Harlan to go ahead.
***
Finally, the place closed for the night and Draco dropped gratefully into a chair with a groan. He wanted to be horizontal for the next twelve hours.
Harlan had walked back inside and looked around for David, smiling as he sat down next to him. "You look tired."
"My feet hurt," Draco complained. "You?"
"Same. My fingers look pruny from washing dishes," he replied, holding up his hands.
David reached out to take Harlan's hand, gently stroking the wrinkled fingertips.
Harlan smiled thankfully. "Want to head home?"
"Yes," Draco said, bringing Harlan's fingers to his mouth and kissing the tips.
The gesture made him blush, only hoping that Mark wasn't around to see. He looked up to see Mark watching them from the doorway to the kitchen. His eyes met Harlan's and he raised an eyebrow.
Harlan blushed harder, gently pulling his hand away from David's.
David glanced up at Harlan and then Mark, frowning. "Home," he said, getting to his feet.
***
They had figured out the buses well enough to get home. David kept dozing off on the ride.
Harlan managed to stay awake, gently nudging David when it was their stop. "Come on," he said, beginning to get up.
David managed to climb to his feet and trudge up the street, and then up the stairs to their flat.
"You're going straight to bed," Harlan said, unlocking the door and letting David in first.
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, sitting down on the edge of the futon and fumbling with his shoe laces.
Harlan knelt down in front of him and untied the shoes, slipping them off and setting them neatly off to the side. "So how was your first day? Besides being completely tired now?" He began to unbutton David's shirt.
"Ask me in the morning," David said, flopping back on the mattress without even undressing.
Harlan laughed softly, picking up David's legs and laying him on the bed properly. He finished unbuttoning David's shirt and pulled it off, starting on the trousers next. Once he was able to pull those off, he folded them and laid them on a chair nearby. "Night then..." he whispered, pulling the covers over him and leaning down to kiss him night.
David was asleep before Harlan had even pulled the covers up.
Harlan went to the bathroom first and then he went to bed soon after David fell asleep. He snuggled up close and hoped he wouldn't have any nightmares as he finally fell asleep.
He didn't know how much time went by, but soon there was this strange but familiar tingle going through his body. He shifted and then there was pain, so sudden that he was only able to let out a strangled gasp. It quickly intensified and soon Harlan was screaming as he writhed on the bed, his body jerking with the Crucio-like pain.
David woke quickly and held his lover. "Wake up," he shouted, thinking the man was having another nightmare.
Harlan opened his eyes, tears streaming out. He continued writhe, sobbing openly.
"Merde!" David cursed. "It's the spell." He knew he needed to fuck his lover to stop it. He wasn't even hard and the screaming wasn't helping him get in the mood. "Baby, hold on," he said and rolled to the side of the bed, grabbing the lube and reaching down to stroke himself.
Harlan whimpered, turning over on his stomach so he could grip the pillow and scream as much as he wanted into it.
Draco tried to focus on the memory of what it felt like to be inside his lover. "Going to fuck you baby," he said, as much to turn himself on as to let Harlan know he was working on it. He climbed between his writhing partners legs and reached a hand to press fingers quickly into his body.
"Just d-do it," Harlan gasped loudly, not caring about being prepared at the moment.
Draco nodded, he was only half hard, but he hoped it would be enough. "Spread your legs more," he said.
Harlan forced his legs open and tried to get up on hands and knees, but he was shaking too much.
David used one hand to spread his lover's arse cheeks and the other to hold his cock, trying to push inside. He managed to force the head inside that tight ring.
Harlan groaned, the slight burn from the entry making him arch off the bed again.
"Tight," David gasped, trying to press forward more. "Is it helping?" he asked.
Harlan managed to nod slightly, even though he was still hurting, it seemed the more David pushed inside, the more it seemed to lessen.
"Baby, I love you," David said, the tight heat helping him get harder. He began to rock his hips, pushing a little each time into his lover.
"Love you too," Harlan gasped, pressing his face into the wet pillow as he began to move.
"That's it," David encouraged, Harlan's body responding helping him get more aroused.
Soon Harlan could only feel the pleasure of being fucked and he moaned gently, pressing his cheek against the pillow so he could pant.
"Oh, yes, you feel so good," the blond gasped, fingers holding on to his lover's hips and thrusting.
Harlan was glad that David was doing the work because he wasn't sure had the strength to do it for himself. "Draco..." Harlan whispered his voice hoarse.
"You are mine," the blond answered, getting closer with each thrust. "Can you come for me baby?"
Harlan was only just getting hard, so he wasn't sure if he would be able to. "I'll try," he whispered.
"It's okay, baby," David said, gasping and thrusting. "I will suck your pretty cock when I am done," he promised.
Harlan nodded, biting his lip softly as he pushed back on his lover’s cock and clenched gently.
David gasped, throwing his head back as he came, filling his lover with the seed and magic that would keep him from pain for another day.
Harlan moaned softly, gripping the sheets as he felt that rush of warmth inside him.
"Baby, yes," he gasped. "I love you." He slid his cock out, come dripping as he did. "Lay on you back," he told his lover.
Harlan slowly pushed himself onto his back, his chest shiny with sweat and his face wet with tears. He smiled softly up at him, his legs opening for David.
The blond smiled down at him and then bent to lower his mouth to his lover's cock, sliding lips over the soft crown and swirling his tongue.
Harlan moaned, his hips rising as he bit down on his lip again.
"Mmm," David hummed around his lover's cock, sliding his mouth down to take him deeper.
Harlan gasped and reached to slide his fingers into David's soft hair. He tried not to thrust up, but he couldn't help it.
David slid back up enough to speak. "Fuck my mouth, baby," he said and then swallowed him again.
"Use...your fingers," Harlan managed to whisper, lifting his hips.
David wrapped fingers around the base of his lover's cock and slid the other hand lower to press into his still slick opening.
"Yes," Harlan whispered, beginning to thrust up into David's mouth before thrusting down on his fingers.
David finger fucked his lover while Harlan fucked his mouth. He had to concentrate to breathe. And he loved it.
"Close," Harlan gasped after a while, his body beginning to tremble.
David made sure to twist fingers, pressing Harlan's prostrate as he sucked harder.
Harlan came with a hoarse cry, his fingers tightening in David's hair as he shuddered on the bed.
David swallowed the hot liquid that filled his mouth, continuing to finger his lover as he did.
Harlan trembled as his hand slid out of David's hair, breathing in short pants.
David licked the softening flesh of his lover's cock. Then kissed it gently, sliding come-slicked fingers out of him. He smiled up at Harlan.
Harlan slowly came down from his high, feeling sore and exhausted on the bed. He didn't bother to close his legs or even move, but there was a small smile on his lips.
David reached for a towel they kept beside the bed, wiping his hands on it and then using it to clean himself and his lover.
Harlan hummed thankfully, his eyes closed.
David finished and then curled up against his lover's body, taking him into his arms. "I love you,” he whispered, petting his hair. "Sleep, baby."
"Love you, too," Harlan replied quietly, already beginning to drift off into a pleasant sleep