MIT: Magic Incorporating Technology

A/N: So, the main response to the sex scene seems to be "JERRY? NO!"

I promise it was necessary. There were certain details that will become relevant in this and later chapters, that would have lost their potency if just summed up in a later flashback. Same as the scene in this one.

Glad that everyone hates Jerry. I think Anon and Ichigo summed it up best.

Anon: Yesh, this guy's a prick.
Ichigo: That Jerry is a tool.

Both made me laugh, as both are accurate descriptions.

And History, not quite. Ash just knows what Jerry's like, and knows a few other things about him. He doesn't have a reason to interfere though. Yet. He'll start featuring more prominently from next chapter onwards.

-MIT-

Chapter Three: Getting the Message

To: Hermione
From: Harry
Subject: Sweet Merlin!

Hermione,

Oh sweet Merlin sex is fantastic! Why did I never shag a guy back home?

Jerry's wonderful. He's stayed here for the last three nights. I haven't met any of his friends yet, apparently they're not going to get here until this weekend. So unti lthen, I have him all to myself!

How are the wedding plans going? Decided on a date yet?

Harry

-MIT-

To: Harry
From: Hermione
Subject: Pix or didn't happen

Harry,

Before I believe that you've had gay sex (finally!), I require photographic evidence. Please videotape it.

Send a copy for Ginny, too. Actually, send several - we could make a killing!

Plans are going... well, they're going. It's tricky, trying to adjust to the magical way of doing things. See, se can't have both Ron and my extended families, since there's the whole Statute of Secrecy. We're probably just going to have immediate family and a few close friends.

By the way, you're being my maid of honour, right?

Hermione

-MIT-

Harry laughed at Hermione's email. He wasn't going to oblige her - with either request - but it was good to hear from her. It helped to ease the niggling doubts he was having.

Jerry had been visiting every night, and whie he did enjoy the sex, he had the feeling that it could have been better. Jerry still tended to rush through the foreplay, and had never actually touched Harry's cock. It was allways up to Harry to... finish himself off, as it were.

Then there was the fact that they didn't do anything other than have sex. Since the first day they'd met, they hadn't spent any time together outside of Harry's room.

Harry sighed to himself as eh shut down his computer, thinking that he'd send a message back later. Jerry would be arriving soon, and he'd want all of Harry's attention.

-MIT-

Time passed.

It was about six weeks into the semester, and Harry was lying on his bed, waiting for Jerry. He was late, again. Harry was trying to work up the courage to break things off with the older man, without much luck. Every time he'd thought about it, he just ended up talking himself out of it, thinking that if he waited a few more days Jerry would become a better boyfriend.

He heard the knock on his door, and sighed as he got up to answer it. The truth was, he still liked the sex. Even if it was a little on the rough side, and he'd never gotten to top. He wanted to try new things, but he liked the way Jerry made him feel when they were together. It was when they were apart that there was a problem.

Harry opened the door for Jerry and started to say something, but was cut off by Jerry's mouth on his. He whimpered a little as a warm tongue invaded, and a pair of hands started massaging his arse, and damnit! He was getting hard. Jerry broke the kiss to whisper into his ear.

"Suck me, Baby. I've been waiting for you all day."

Harry nodded and dropped to his knees, determinedly not thinking that he should have gotten here earlier then.

-MIT-

The next day, Harry was still limping a little when he made his way back to the dorm after his final lecture of the day. Jerry had been rougher than usual last night, fucking Harry over his desk, as though determined that Harry should feel it for a while. He also had several bite marks on his neck and shoulders, though he managed to keep them covered so people wouldn't comment.

Not that they would, anyway. He hadn't made any friends since his arrival, since he was by nature a fairly solitary person, and his secrets only made it worse. Harry was beginning to think that he'd never really belong in the Muggle world either, because he knew about the other world.

Sighing, Harry pushed open the door to the Student Lounge, then stopped in confusion. There seemed to be a celebration of some kind going on. There was a big "Congratulations!" banner on one wall, and food and drink were on a table underneath. Harry looked around for someone he recognised and saw Ash, the odd guy Jerry had pointed out. He still wasn't sure about the guy, so continued looking.

Leaning against one wall, watching the proceedings with a weary eye, was Julie the RA. Harry figured that she'd know what the party was about.

"Hey Julie," he started, winning a smile. The girls here all seemed to love his accent.

"Hey Harry. Didn't think we'd see you here, you're not much of a socialite."

"Just came in from my lecture. What's the party for?"

Julie raised an eyebrow, then scanned the room for a moment as though looking for someone. She then nodded towards Jerry, who was standing next to a pretty redheaded girl.

"You know Jerry Grant?" Harry smiled, then froze at Julie's next words. "He proposed to Casey last night. They've been together since they were sixteen, even though she doesn't believe in sex before marriage. Apparently it was really romantic, he proposed over a candle-lit dinner."

Harry felt as though someone had sucker-punched him right in the gut. Jerry was getting married, to a girl he'd been with for years. Harry had been the 'other woman'.

Then the timing hit him, and he started to shake. Jerry had proposed to his girlfriend over dinner, then gone to Harry and screwed him.

Maybe... maybe he was just in the closet? Harry desperately tried to rationalise everything, thinking that maybe Jerry was just afraid of people finding out that he was gay. Maybe he was just keeping up appearances by having a fiance.

Then Harry managed to catch Jerry's eye, and he figured the man would look away, embarassed.

He hadn't counted on Jerry smirking at him.

No, it wasn't a mask. Jerry had just been using him as a convenient fuck, since his girlfriend wasn't sleeping with him.

Suddenly Harry felt a rush of anger, and something else. Something that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Girls screamed as all of the light bulbs in the room burst at the same time. Harry turned and walked away, up the stairs to his room, leaving the party to its confusion. When he reached his room, he locked his door, stripped, and climbed into bed. He didn't intend on coming out any time soon.

Good thing it was Friday, and he didn't have classes until Monday afternoon. Maybe he'd come out by then.