WET DREAMS

Chapter Four


The next morning, Pansy picked me up at the hotel to go to the studio. I was looking at more pictures of nameless models; my mind on another dark-haired man instead. Pansy nudged me with her elbow, and motioned to the mock stage. I picked up the camera, coming closer to the blond-haired man. “So, tell me, you have a girlfriend – boyfriend?” I softly asked, as I opened the top few buttons of his shirt.

“Boyfriend,” the blond responded.

“You were with him last night?”

A nod came from the model.

“Think of him,” I said, backing up to begin taking pictures.

“Run your hands down your body. Imagine they’re his hands – touching you, teasing you, making you hot, making you hard. Imagine his lips, his tongue tasting your chest, nibbling on your nipples. Imagine him touching you, pressing harder against your cock.” I huskily said as I continuously took the pictures. The male model closed his eyes, arching into his own touch as his hands glided over his chest, pinching his nipples, rubbing against the prominent bulge in the loose pants.

“He’s behind you, holding you close – his hand slipping inside of your pants to grip your cock – stroking as he thrusts against you. His fingers slip in, stretching you. He bites the back of your neck as he fucks you, deep, hard, fast – making you want to cum. You can feel him getting bigger inside of you as he fucks you – making you cum, now,” I huskily finished. “What?” I said harshly as the model looked uncertain. “Why are you stopping?”

“My god,” Pansy said to break the silence. “What’s up with that Drake?”

I looked around to see everyone staring at me. Ronnie leaned her hip against the table with a smirk on her face. I waved the model off then came to the table. “I don’t want a fake reaction for this shoot. It’s got to be real.”

Pansy walked away, slightly muttering that she needed to use the bathroom. Ronnie waited until I sat back at the table. “That was, um, maybe you should consider writing some porn. Very hot.” She grinned. “This may make your wet dreams come true, Drake.” She smirked, tossing me an envelope.

I looked at Ronnie, saw her nod, then opened the envelope to take out the thick stack of pictures.

“Gods, these are perfect, Ronnie. We have to get his name. Does he go to that club a lot?” I asked, as I slowly looked at a picture, then put it down to greedily take up another. I had come to some pictures of the dark-haired man with his head thrown back, then the next with a close up of the same picture. “No, no, can’t be,” I muttered, my hands shaking a bit as I gripped the picture tightly. I quickly looked at the others. After the last one, I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes.

‘No way,’ I thought, his mind going back to the scene from last night. A feeling of hope came upon me, then, dread at the thought of possibly seeing him again. What would I say to him? How would I react when I saw him again? Should I even try?

“Drake? What’s wrong? He’s perfect, isn’t he? Just what you were looking for isn’t he?” Ronnie asked, picking up the pictures to look at them herself. “He’s raw – sexy as hell. We can go back to the club to get his name.”

“I know his name,” I quietly said, looking up at Ronnie.

Ronnie saw the anguish in my eyes. “You know him? Why didn’t you recognize him last night?”

“Remember I told you of that one night? The night before I left the wizarding world?”

Ronnie nodded.

“That – in that picture is Harry Potter.”

“Are you sure?” Ronnie asked. “I mean it’s been like, what five or so years hasn’t it?”

“It’s the eyes, Ronnie,” I sighed, picking up the close up of Harry. “I’ve never seen green that color on anyone else. He’s changed, didn’t recognize him. Didn’t help that the lighting was dim in the club and on the roof,” I replied.

“Will it bother you if we approach him about the shoot? You said yourself, he’d be perfect. And I would definitely like to have some of him in my calendar,” Ronnie said, looking at the pictures.

“You could try. I’m not sure if he would work with me though,” I replied, looking down at the close up of Harry. ‘I doubt it though,’ I said to myself in resignation.

“How about you finish here. There looks like there might be a few hopefuls here today, and I’ll check out the club, talk to my cousin,” Ronnie said.

“He might not, you know. He probably disappeared from the wizarding world for a reason,” I said, getting up when Pansy came closer. I put the pictures of Harry back in the envelope and gave them to Ronnie. “Keep them for me,” I said, keeping the few of Harry that didn’t show too much of his face. “Pansy will know who he is. If we decide, or he decides to do this, she won’t agree with it.”

“Your shoot. You call the shots, Drake,” Ronnie said, taking the envelope.

“I know. But you know Pansy,” I smirked.

“Yeah, I know. You’d never hear the end of it,” Ronnie laughed, turning to leave.

“Where is she going?” Pansy asked.

“To get some film developed for me,” I replied. “This is what I’m looking for,” I added, handing the picture to Pansy.

“Mm, see what you mean, very nice. Could use him and maybe Darius, Michael, and this Trey guy,” Pansy suggested.

“We’ll see,” I shrugged noncommitally. “There’s still a few today for us to check out. That Michael is a little too clean cut looking to me.”

I picked up my camera when I saw that the next model was waiting for me. I had noticed that Pansy looked at the picture a little too closely, and hoped that she didn’t recognize Harry right away. She knew that I was crushing for the dark-haired Gryffindor for the last year of Hogwarts, and had tried to be as supportive as she could be, even though I knew she didn’t really care for him. She never knew that Harry and I had that one time together the night before I left.

I saw her put the picture down then take out her cell phone, her bronzed painted fingernails punching in a number she seemed to know by heart. I had to smile to myself when I heard her say, ‘Hello lover,’ before she turned her back to me and walked further away from everybody. ‘Good for her,’ I thought to myself. ‘Seems she met another guy. Maybe this time she’ll keep him.’


~*~


Ronnie came back a few hours later, smiling at me as I finished with the last model. Pansy had left a while ago. I raised a brow at her in question. She nodded. It was another half hour before I was able to leave with Ronnie after I stowed my equipment away.

“You ready for this?” She asked, reaching out to take my hand in hers.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I sighed.

“He goes by the name of Haze Black now,” she said.

“Black,” I smirked. “Makes sense. It was his godfather’s name.”

They pulled up in front of another club, different from the previous night, but looking much the same except for the name, ‘Possession’. I stopped at the door and took a few deep breaths, wiping my warm hands up and down my jeans a few times. I nodded to Ronnie that I was ready, then entered the building.

The scent of varnish filled my senses as we came further into the room. I saw a man bend down to dip a paint brush into a container, then straighten up. He was wearing faded blue jeans, with tears in the leg, near the butt cheek, and from what I could see, the knees and front of his thighs. He was wearing a black tank top that molded to his torso. I was able to see the muscles in his arms shifting with each stroke of the brush. The dark hair that I remembered running my fingers through so long ago, was tied back by a thin piece of leather.

“We’re closed for a few days. Interested in the job, you need to go to Ecstasy,” the man said, not turning around.

“Actually, we came to see if you wanted a job,” Ronnie said.

“Huh?” He turned around, and glanced to the brunette girl, then to me, realizing who I was immediately. “Fuck,” he swore quietly. “How did you find me?” He said.

Ronnie came forward, taking out the few pictures that she took the night before. “Drake and I are photographers for an advertising company, and we’re looking for someone for a cologne ad, as well as a calendar.”

“Didn’t know you were voyeuristic, Draco,” Harry smirked after glancing at a few of the pictures. “Not interested,” he said, handing the pictures back to Ronnie.

“I’m shooting for the cologne ad, and unfortunately, you fit what I’m looking for,” I said, finally breaking my silence.

“You always get what you want, Draco?” Harry asked, looking pointedly down at the wedding band on my finger.

‘Not always.’

“Look, we’re offering you a chance to make some easy money. Surely it’s more than you’re getting for painting in a bar.” I smirked, looking around me.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Draco.” Harry grinned, shaking his head.

“Scared Potter?” Draco asked. “Or is that Black now?”

Harry dropped the brush into the container of varnish and slowly wiped his hands on the rag that hung from a waist loop of his jeans. He reached out to take my hand to pull me closer. “You wish,” he smirked, meeting my eyes in challenge.

I could feel my body responding to his closeness when he pulled me closer, the smell of him filling my senses, my pants suddenly snug around my hips as my cock twitched to life. I had thought I was over him, but seeing him again brought all those old feelings up again. My gaze longingly travelled over his face, his eyes smiling back at me. My eyes fell to his mouth when I saw Harry dart out his tongue to wet his lips. I was just about to lean in to kiss him when Harry suddenly pulled away. I looked down, catching a breath or two, before I faced him again.

“When and where?” Harry asked, looking away from me to face Ronnie.

“We leave for the island tomorrow morning and come back later that night, or the next morning depending how everything goes,” Ronnie replied, stepping closer to me to touch the small of my back, letting me know that she saw my brief look of panic and was there for me.

“Need to bring anything?” Harry asked.

“No, just you. We’ll have the props and wardrobe,” I said, all business again, leaving my personal feelings aside.

“Or what there is of it,” Ronnie muttered, then looked over at Harry who was chuckling, after hearing her. “Do you have a problem in posing nude?” she asked.

“Nope. If it’s the right moment, the right time, I’m okay with it,” Harry grinned.

“Will you have a problem with being off work for a few days?” Ronnie asked.

“No, I’m in pretty good with the boss. I’m sure they won’t mind,” Harry smiled.

“You can meet at the dock, or at Drake’s hotel,” Ronnie said, writing down the name of the hotel, and the room number.

“Sounds promising,” Harry quietly said, looking over me, stopping to meet my eyes. “But I’ll meet at the dock in the morning instead. Wouldn’t want to intrude on the happy couple,” he added, turning his back on us to pick up the brush again.

“But . . . ” Ronnie began.

I grabbed Ronnie’s sleeve. “See you at six, Black,” I said, cutting off Ronnie’s rebuttal with the fact that my husband was not here with me.

I climbed into the passenger seat of the jeep and leaned my head back on the headrest, my eyes closed.

“You going to be okay?” Ronnie quietly asked from the driver’s seat.

“Didn’t think it would be that hard to face him again. One look at him again, and all those old feelings crashed into me like a tidal wave. Five years wasn’t enough time to get over him,” I quietly replied.

“We don’t have to use him for the shoot, Drake,” Ronnie said. “If it will be too hard on you, we won’t.”

I reached over and kissed her cheek, and gave her a small smile. “Thanks, but I’ll deal. He would be perfect for the shoot. Now, what do you say we get a drink or two before we call it a day, huh?”

Ronnie smiled. “And you call me an alcoholic,” she said, turning in her seat to start her jeep.

What neither of us realized was that Harry himself was sitting in the club, nursing his own drink of whiskey, his body trembling from the aftershocks of seeing his once ago blond lover again.

tbc

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