Nobody Said it Would be Easy

Disclaimer: See Prologue.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Here is another chapter… sorry it took so long. Had it ready yesterday afternoon, but the shooting at Fort Hood was my priority… my brother just returned from Iraq 3 days ago and is stationed at Fort Hood… I freaked out for the six hours it took me to get a hold of him. He’s wasn’t there anywhere near when it happened, but he knew a few of the victims… so all my best wishes go out to the families of the victims!

On a lighter note, this is a nice and long chapter that ends in a lemon, so enjoy! And remember, reviews make writers VERY happy!!

Chapter 5

The next morning rolled around and Harry had made his decision. He wanted to join the SGC. It had not come lightly, but in the end, the decision had been about him as much as Teddy.

When he had moved them across the Atlantic, Harry hadn’t really given any serious thought as to what he would do with his life. His main focus had been to keep them safe. He loved Teddy, but spending every hour of every day with Teddy as his only companion was something Harry knew would drive him batty eventually. He needed to stimulate his mind and feel a sense of accomplishment and he might as well use the knowledge he had gained while training for the war.

There was also the fact that Harry would be able to work in a place that was the center of alien cultures, cutting edge medical practices, technology… there would never be a dull day for him.

The only thing that had given him pause was Teddy and the danger it could pose for his son. Jack’s words had eased the worry mostly; there was danger in simply walking down the street. There was a little more in what he did, but again, he wouldn’t be on the teams that went off-world, he wouldn’t be in constant danger of losing his life. His place there could help win the war… he wasn’t so full of himself to believe he could be the deciding factor, at least not in another war, but every little bit helped. Helped to keep Earth safe for Teddy to grow up in a world where he wasn’t enslaved by parasitic ‘gods’.

The decision, once made, was a happy one; Harry knew it was the right choice.

“Son, I’m glad you decided to take up my offer, I think you will fit in nicely in the SGC.” General Hammond held out his hand with a smile and shook Harry’s. They had finished the paperwork and Harry now was officially a member of the SGC and listed as Assistant to the CMO of Stargate Command in the files. There was no mention of Harry being a wizard or of his abilities; it would be a close kept secret until Harry chose otherwise.

“Thank you; ah… what do I call you, now that you’re my boss?” Harry grinned.

“Why don’t we go with General Hammond while you are on duty, George when you are not?”

“Sounds good… so when do I get to see the Stargate dial out?” Harry asked excitedly.

General Hammond laughed and said, “SG-12 is scheduled to return anytime now…”

Ten minutes later, Harry stood in the control room and watched as the large ring moved as SG-12 dialed in. Seven symbols were locked in and with a loud whoosh, what looked like an explosion of water burst out of the Stargate and then settled back in a pool of shimmering light. The blue puddle like surface rippled and sway slightly, then after SG-12 crossed through into the gate room, it was gone in a instant like a wisp of steam.

“Wow…” Harry stared in awe of it, a large grin taking over his face.

Yeah he made the right choice.

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Pulling into Harry’s driveway, Jack parked his truck and got out. He opened the back to get Teddy out of his car seat as the little guy had fallen asleep on the way home from the base. When Jack lifted him out of the seat, Teddy woke up and on seeing Jack he gave him a sleepy smile and gave a feeble wave hello. “Jaak….” He sighed and then rested his head on Jack’s shoulder and quickly falling back to sleep.

With Teddy sleeping peacefully in his arms, Jack came around the truck and saw Harry pulling his and Teddy’s bags from the back. They walked quietly into the house and up the stairs to Teddy’s room. Pulling back the covers on Teddy’s crib, he smiled as Jack gently placed him onto the soft mattress below. Casting a quick mentoring spell, Harry and Jack left the room and headed into Harry’s bedroom.

Since they left the base Harry had last night’s conversation with Jack on his mind. He wanted to know what happened, as his son had obviously been a big part of Jack’s life, but he was hesitant to ask about it. From Jack’s words and the pain in his voice, Harry believed Jack’s son had died; just the thought of Jack going through something life that made his chest ache. He couldn’t imagine losing Teddy… even though Teddy wasn’t his biological son, he was in every way that mattered and he knew that losing him would rip a hole in Harry’s heart.

Unpacking his things, he kept himself busy and waited for Jack to talk.

“His name was Charlie…” Jack said quietly, his voice rough like he hadn’t used it in months. “He was eight years old when he died.”

Harry turned around and found Jack standing in front of the French doors looking out with a haunted look on his face. Without thinking about it, he walked up behind Jack and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his head in the center of Jack’s shoulder blades. He tried to transfer as much love and support as he could in the embrace.

“He had always had a fascination with my gun, always asking questions… I stupidly thought that telling him not to touch it was enough.”

Harry gave a quiet gasp at the words and heard the guilt laced in every word that Jack spoke. Tears began to pool in his eyes and he gripped Jack’s t-shirt tightly in his clenched fists.

“I was tired after a long day and I forgot to put it in the gun safe and he found it.” Jack gulped in a breath of air, his throat tight. He felt like he was suffocating under the pressure caused by his guilt over Charlie’s death. “I hadn’t been home for very long, only about thirty minutes. Sarah and I were in the kitchen making dinner and I heard the gun go off-”

Jack’s voice broke on the last word as tears fell from his eyes, he heard the hallow echo of the gun firing in his head. He could hear Harry’s choked sobs from behind him and felt the tears he was crying soak through his shirt. “I felt like I was having a heart attack as I ran through the house, praying that it didn’t hit him, that he was okay… god, I’ve seen grown men tortured and killed in front of my eyes, seen people blown to bits in explosions, but seeing my child laying in a pool of his own blood, gasping for air… I died that day.” Stopping he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “It was my fault, for being stupid and lazy, for not taking the thirty seconds to lock that gun up. I’ll live with that guilt for the rest of my life, knowing that I caused the death of my own child…”

They stood silently for a while, Harry giving comfort and Jack taking as much as he could get. He knew there wasn’t anything he could say to make it better and ease the pain. There wasn’t anything in the world that could make it go away no matter how much Harry wished he could do that for Jack. After about ten minutes, Jack turned around, cupped Harry’s face in his hands and leaned down and kissed him. It was a complicated kiss; one filled with sorrow and pain, but hope and promise as well. Harry could taste the salty wetness as their tears mingled in the kiss.

As the kiss ended, Harry pulled Jack away from the window and over to the bed. Turning down the bedding, he then pushed Jack down until he sat down on the bed. He removed Jack’s shoes and motioned for Jack to get under the covers as he slipped off his shoes as well. Crawling over Jack, Harry got under the covers. Leaning against Jack’s side Harry looked down into his soulful brown eyes and cupped Jack’s cheek.

“I love you, Jack.” Harry whispered.

“I love you too, Harry.”

Laying his head on Jack’s chest, Harry felt the tension in Jack’s body slowly ebb away. Jack wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him close and pressing his face into Harry’s neck, his tears wetting the skin of Harry’s neck.

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Over the next few weeks, Harry found a rhythm and a place in the SGC. Working with Dr. Fraiser was a dream come true for Harry. He was challenged daily as he learned muggle medical procedures and worked with Dr. Fraiser to help combine what he had learned as a Medi-Wizard.

There had been some issues in the beginning, such as where Teddy would be while Harry worked. It had taken Harry a few days, but he had found a glamour spell to mask Teddy’s changing appearance until he learned to control it. It would work no matter how much Teddy changed his appearance or if he used accidental magic, the only way to end the spell was if Harry did it himself. Once that was done, he enrolled Teddy in the day care center on the base. Teddy loved the day care center and had made a few “friends” with other burgeoning toddlers there.

After finding the spell, Harry had been very happy that he had the foresight to bring the magical library from Grimmauld Place with him, minus the dark magic tomes of course. The large library had over a thousand books and Harry had shrunk each book to fit it all. Harry had months before they left England, packed the library just in case they needed to leave quickly.

A few days after he had found the spell, Daniel and Sam had heard him speaking about his library and both had kissed him soundly and bouncing around in glee, asking to see the library. The two scientists had since spent countless hours holed up in his library, asking to borrow several on a daily basis.

Sam had spent the two weeks since with her head buried in any potions book available, determined to understand how potions were made and how the ingredients combined could do the amazing things they did. Harry had, with General Hammond and Dr. Fraiser’s permission, set aside scheduled time to teach Sam potions.

Harry had been known for the first five years at Hogwarts to be fairly horrible at potions. Snape had been less than helpful in teaching his childhood nemesis’ son how to correctly brew potions. During the summer between fifth and sixth year he had spent his days holed up in the potions lab in Grimmauld Place learning potions from the beginning with a tutor Dumbledore had found. As a Medi-Wizard, knowing how to properly brew potions was a necessity and he had made it his goal to prove to Snape that he wasn’t a bumbling fool when it came to potions. He would never be a potions master or anything close, but he was now able to brew most potions very well.

For Daniel, the library had offered a wealth of knowledge he had never even heard of. There were over a hundred books on the history of magic alone, its culture, noted witches and wizards, the earliest records of magic … he was in geek heaven or so Jack had said.

As for Harry and Jack’s relationship, they had decided to take things slow. Harry had been hesitant to start a physical relationship with the older man until they had gone on at least a few dates; Harry wasn’t that easy after all. Though with each passing day he was regretting that decision more and more and Jack was not helping Harry hold to that decision.

“Are you even watching the movie?” Harry laughed as he felt Jack’s hand ease its way under Harry’s t-shirt and rub the skin across his lower stomach.

The two were sitting in front of the couch, Jack’s back against it while Harry sat in the spot between his spread legs, his back against Jack’s t-shirt covered chest, head resting on the shoulder behind it. Teddy was sleeping peacefully up in his room, down for the night after a fun day at the zoo.

“Of course I am…” Jack whispered into Harry’s ear, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. “The guy’s friend is a soccer ball…”

Jack’s hand skimmed the edge of Harry’s jeans, his fingers edging slightly under the worn fabric. Harry sighed softly and flexed his hands around Jacks thighs. Laughing he said, “We’re an hour and a half into the movie and that’s the only description you have for me?”

“I’m a simple man…” Jack said sarcastically as nipped Harry’s earlobe.

Behind Harry, he could feel Jack’s hard length, pressing against his arse and he couldn’t resist wiggling his bum and smiled devilishly when Jack groaned. “That was mean, Harry, teasing me like that.”

“If anyone’s doing the teasing it’s you…”

“Yeah, but I’m willing to put out… your just a cock tease!” Jack whined playfully as one of his hands inched down closer to its prize. “Feel like making an old pervert happy?” He whispered in a low gravelly voice.

“Stop calling yourself a pervert… just because you’re a little older than me doesn’t mean you’re one!” Harry retorted as he halted Jack’s hand.

“I’m a twice your age, Harry.”

“So, are you only after me because of my nineteen year old body?” Harry snapped.

“Well, I do want to do dirty perverted things to it… but no; I want you for more than that and you know it.”

Harry moaned at Jack’s words. “Okay, so it’s settled, you’re not a pervert… well, not in that way anyways.” Jack laughed as Harry released his hand and then pushed it down slowly towards Harry’s cock. “So what kind of dirty perverted things do you want to do to my body exactly?”

Just then there was a familiar pop and they found themselves looking at Dobby, who held the hand of Arthur Weasley as he carried an unconscious Ginny in his arms.

“Mr. Weasley, what happened?” Harry shouted as he scrambled out of Jack’s arms and onto his feet.

“Scrimgeour had the Aurors come for us…” Arthur said as he laid Ginny down on the couch at Harry’s direction and stepped back.

Dobby stood hopping from one foot to the other in the background saying, “Mistress Wheezy gots hurted.” His face was filled with worry as Harry got to work.

Jack couldn’t help but stare at the odd creature in front of him, wondering what exactly it was…? It? He? It looked like a he to Jack. Shaking his head, he turned to look at the young woman who lay unconscious on Harry’s couch.

Harry knelt down as he whipped out his wand and did a health check on her. Ginny’s face was bloody and bruised; several cuts were open and bleeding along her body. “Do you know what spells she was hit with?”

“A cutting spell and she caught the edge of a reducto spell as well… it tossed her about twenty feet, she hit her head when she fell.” Arthur said raggedly as he took her hand in his. “Please Harry; I can’t lose her too…”

“I know Mr. Weasley…” Ginny had a mild concussion, bruising along her body, internal bleeding, two broken ribs and a couple of cuts. Casting a spell to close the cuts, Harry then cast a spell to close the wound on her kidney and to clean up the blood internally. “Dobby, can you go down to the basement and get a bottle of skelegro, a dreamless sleep potion, a couple blood replenishing potions and a couple pain potions? There all marked, so you shouldn’t have a problem.”

“Of course, Harry Potter Sir, I’s be right back.” Dobby nodded eagerly as he disappeared with a pop.

Harry cast a spell to monitor her concussion for any internal bleeding and then cast a ‘scourgify’ to clean the blood from Ginny’s body.

“Is she going to be alright?” Jack asked from behind Harry.

“Yes, I caught the internal bleeding before it got too bad, everything else isn’t life threatening… she’ll just need a little while to recover.” Harry replied with a small smile. Looking up at Mr. Weasley’s fearful look he placed his hand over the older man’s reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Mr. Weasley, she’ll be alright.”

Dobby popped back into the living room and handed Harry the potions. “I gets everything you asked fors, Harry Potter Sir!”

“Thank you, Dobby.” Harry cast an ‘enervate’ to wake Ginny.

Ginny woke with a groan and looked around wildly, her breath coming out in heavy pants as she looked around in fear.

“It’s alright, Gin. You’re safe.” Harry said softly as he ran a comforting hand down her ginger locks.

“Harry? Where are we?”

“You’re in the States, in my home.” He said as he took the stopper off of the blood replenisher potion. “Here I need you to take this, you lost quite a bit of blood.”

He held the vial to her lips and she drank it without question. In procession he then gave her the pain potion, skelegro and then a dreamless sleep potion for her to rest without interruption. Ginny gave a sleepy smile and said, “Miss’d yu Harree…” as she drifted off to sleep. To finish, Harry cast a medical monitoring spell so he would be notified if Ginny got worse.

“Dobby, can your levitate Ginny up to one of the guest rooms and watch over her? If there are any problems come and get me.”

“Dobby is happy to do it for The Great Harry Potter Sir.” Dobby said eagerly as he levitated Ginny and guided her up the stairs.

“The Great Harry Potter?” Jack asked with a grin, to this Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’ll tell you later.” Harry said as he walked to the man who he had considered a second father for a very long time. “Do you have any wounds Mr. Weasley?”

“Just some bruises and a few shallow cuts, nothing serious, Harry.”

Casting a health check spell, the results said the same thing and then Harry cast a quick spell to close the wounds. When he finished he stood up and said, “Mr. Weasley, this is Colonel Jack O’Neill, my ah…”

“…Boyfriend?” Jack put in as he raised an eyebrow in question, a grin developing on his face.

“Yeah, boyfriend.” Harry chuckled. “Jack this is Arthur Weasley… he and the Weasleys were my lifeline through the war, Ron was one of his sons.”

“Very nice to meet you, Jack.” Arthur said as he shook Jack’s hand.

“You too, Arthur. Why don’t you take a seat, you must be tired.” Jack said as he went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey and three glasses. He handed the glasses to the Harry and Arthur and then poured them each a nice sized portion. He took a seat on the couch as the Weasley Patriarch sat in one of the large overstuffed chairs.

“So what exactly happened?” Harry sat next to Jack and smiled when Jack wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders. Laying his head on Jack’s shoulder, Harry looked at the elder wizard as he replied.

“Since you left the Ministry has continued to restrict the rights of anyone who is not a pureblood witch or wizard. At first it was just the magical creatures and part human witches and wizards, now they are moving onto people who come from the muggle world.” Arthur Weasley swallowed a gulp of the bitter burning liquid courage and then continued. “There is a resistance movement, one that is growing in numbers as more and more groups of people are being subjugated. Scrimgeour thinks you are behind it… the group took their cue from the DA and began calling themselves Potter’s Army.”

“Merlin, why don’t those people ever leave me out of it?!” Harry grumbled into his tumbler.

Mr. Weasley laughed. “Your letter in the Daily Prophet when you left was a wakeup call for at least some in our world and they began fighting back. Ginny has been a major influence in that effort. The Minister has been hinting for a while now that he believed Ginny and I were hiding you and Teddy. Tonight he finally got the Wizengamot to approve a raid of The Burrow… they came in shooting spells without any word, deadly spells. Ginny and I were nearly hit by at least three killing curses… Just before Dobby apparated us, I saw The Burrow go up in flames.”

Mr. Weasley had a pained look on his face and Harry could understand. The Burrow had been a haven for Harry from the summer before second year and on. He could perfectly picture it’s oddly stacked floor levels on top of the others, the meadow and pond behind the house. Summers spent playing quidditch with the Weasleys… the knowledge that he would never see it again caused a pained ache in his heart.

Since the end of the war it hadn’t really been the same. The loss of Mrs. Weasley constantly puttering around the house, smells of baking wafting up from the kitchen… at least then he could see a certain part in the house and remember the memories clearly. Now it was gone and it proved the point more than ever that things would never be the same.

Grimacing Harry knocked back the last of the firewhiskey in his glass and poured himself some more. “I’m sorry Mr. Weasley; I know how much The Burrow meant to you…”

Mr. Weasley nodded silently and took a gulp of his firewhiskey.

“I can’t believe they would come after you though… Weasleys are pureblood; can’t they even follow their own warped rules?”

“Anyone who opposes restricted rights of magical creatures and muggleborns is a target now… there now are more people who believe that the Ministry is going too far and have been vocal about it. However, many of the pureblooded families have high places in the Ministry and Wizengamot and are in favor of what Scrimgeour is doing.” He said as he accepted a refill from Jack who had taken the bottle from Harry.

“Was everyone on the Wizengamot in favor of the raid?” Harry asked.

“No, I think a fair amount of them are against such strong action, but are either too powerless or unwilling to do anything about it. The only one who is actively going against Scrimgeour is Amelia Bones… she is discreetly trying to get a vote of no confidence against the Minister. If she gets it I think the tide will have turned for us. She is more than competent to take the place of Scrimgeour.”

Nodding his head, Harry said, “Always liked her…”

It was quiet for a while as they sat in a companionable silence.

“Well, I think I go check on Ginny and then head off to bed.” Mr. Weasley said with a groan as he stood up.

“Sure, let me show you your room…” Harry stated as he got to his feet. “Jack I’ll be back down in a few minutes.”

Jack nodded and gave Harry a smile as he walked away. His mind was filled with what Arthur Weasley had said. For the last few weeks since he had found out about where Harry came from, Jack hadn’t given too much thought to the threat of the magical world against Harry… the old “outta’ sight, outta’ mind” saying proved true. Now, with the arrival of Harry’s remaining family, he couldn’t really ignore it anymore.

Harry’s world was so different from Jack’s that he worried if the time came for him to help protect Harry and Teddy that he wouldn’t be much of a help against people who could send frightening spells like the ‘killing curse’ with a flick of their wrist. Would his weapons and experience be like throw sticks at Harry’s enemies? He loved Harry and Teddy beyond reason and the thought of not being able to protect them scared him to death.

“He’s sitting by her bed just staring at her…” Harry murmured as he came into the room. “He’s terrified of losing her too… after the war he walked around in a stupor for weeks. He lost his wife and all six of his other children. It took Ginny crawling into his lap and crying that she couldn’t lose him too for him to snap out of it. If he lost Ginny… I don’t think he would recover…”

Harry sat down in Jack’s lap and laid his head on Jack’s chest. Wrapping his arms around Harry, Jack nuzzled into the black locks in front of him and breathed in Harry’s scent. “They got away and that’s what matters for now… their half way around the world, so that’s gotta’ be something.”

“Yeah, it helps…” Harry said softly. “I also put the same spell on them as I did to Teddy and me, that masks their magical signature. So the Ministry won’t be able to track them that way at least.”

After a while Harry stood up and pulled Jack up with him, heading up the stairs to his bedroom. Once they entered the room and Harry closed the door, Jack gave him a questioning look.

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“Harry?”

“Mmmm?” Harry asked with a smile on his face as he pulled Jack’s shirt out of his jeans and began unbuttoning it.

“What cha’ doin?”

“I thought it was obvious, but…” Harry lifted up on the tip of his toes, wrapping his arms around Jack’s neck and said, “Well, we’re going to get undressed and then we’re going to get in that bed and make love.”

“Oh… okay.”

Jack grinned at Harry and then quickly removed his shirt while he toed off his shoes, slipped his jeans and boxers down his legs and then leered at Harry.

Standing there for a moment, Harry stared at his soon-to-be lover and salivated. Jack’s body was a work of art. Toned and corded with muscles, the skin was tanned. He had a thin spattering of hair on his chest that trailed down to his cock. His long legs were sprinkled with dark hair and even his large bare feet were appealing.

Harry gave Jack a coy look, slowly pulling off his t-shirt over his head and having been shoeless before they came upstairs, slipped of his jeans and boxers as well. Harry stood naked in front of Jack and smiled.

Jack gave a growl as he backed Harry towards the bed. Grinning as Harry fell onto the bed Jack lay down on top of him between his spread legs and groaned as their groins came into contact for the first time. “Lube? Condoms?”

“I can take care of both with my wand.”

“Well how d’ya figure that?” Jack asked with a smirk.

“Lubrication spell and a health check spell… I looked them up in an odd little book in my library called ‘A Gay Wizard’s Guide to Sex’. I have no idea whose it was… Mmm, actually it was probably Sirius’.” Harry made a face and laughed. He then did a quick health check spell on Jack and at the all clear he smiled up at Jack. Harry was about to lay his wand down on the bedside table and then at the last minute remembered to cast a one way silencing spell so they wouldn’t wake Teddy. Putting the wand down, he leaned up and kissed Jack.

Jack pulled back slowly and stared at Harry for a minute with an odd expression on his face. He then asked quietly, “Harry, are you a virgin?”

Biting his bottom lip nervously, Harry nodded. “There were a few hand jobs and blowjobs, but that’s it… didn’t find anyone I loved enough to let them stick their cock up my ass… it’s too intimate for just anyone.”

“And you chose me as your first?”

“Well yeah, you’re not just anyone Jack.” Harry replied quietly.

“God damn, you’re perfect!” Jack growled as he leaned down to thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth. He groaned as their tongues twisted and flicked against each other. Putting his hands around the underside of Harry’s thighs he wrapped the muscled legs around his waist. Slipping his hands under Harry’s ass, he angled Harry’s hips upwards and slowly thrust down against him.

“Uhhh… Jack…” Harry whispered as he nipped Jack’s jaw and throat, tracing the strong jaw line with his tongue.

Slowly Jack began licking and sucking his way down Harry’s body. He stopped and paid special attention to each nipple, nibbling and sucking them until the hard bruised nubs glistened in the light. He licked Harry’s defined chest, tracing it down to the tiny navel below and gave a few shallow thrusts of his tongue into it. He smiled when he heard Harry sigh at the movement and continued on down to his prize. Kissing the tender skin just above Harry’s cock, he then licked a path up the hard erection and back down the other side. Opening his mouth a little wider, Jack took the head into his mouth and sucked it hard.

“Oh Merlin!” The yell was followed by Harry shoving his hands into Jack’s hair and thrusting up into his mouth, trying to get more of his cock into the warm heat of Jack’s mouth. “Ummm… please, Jack…”

Chuckling Jack pulled off of Harry, shook his head and said, “My mouth, my blowjob…”

“Wanker.” Harry pouted.

“I’ll get ya there, Harry. Don’t worry.” Jack leaned down and wrapping his hand around the base of Harry’s cock and began slowly swallowing the length, twisting his hand as he went down.

Harry groaned, feeling the wet heat of Jack’s mouth around him. He rose up on his forearms and watched as Jack bobbed his head up and down on Harry’s cock, taking more of it with each bob of his head. Carding his hands through Jack’s hair, Harry mewed in pleasure at the sight. Soon he felt himself hit the back of Jack’s throat and gave a loud groan as his entire cock was swallowed by him.

Jack sucked and swiveled his tongue against the cock in his mouth, moaning around the hard length. Pulling off of it, he lifted his head. “So how does that lube thingy work?”

Picking up his wand, Harry motioned for Jack to give him his hand. “Lubricus.” He said as he tapped his wand onto Jack’s fingers, covering them in a clear slick substance. Flopping back onto the bed, he waited for Jack to put those fingers to good use.

“Handy.” Jack grinned at Harry and then brought his hand down to the small hole in front of him, circling it with his pointer finger and then slowly he pushed it inside.

Harry hissed at the feeling of Jack’s finger sliding into him, the slight burn and the feeling of having something inside of him was odd, but not unwelcome.

Jack stopped at the second knuckle. “Alright?”

“Yeah… keep going.” Harry nodded his head and moaned as the finger slid all the way inside him.

Pulling back out, Jack thrust the finger back in, this time angling his finger to find Harry’s prostate. Smiling at the groaned it elicited when he found it, he began picking up speed, pushing in and out of Harry. Soon he pulled the finger out, added a second and pushed in again. Jack scissored his fingers, stretching Harry open.

“Ahhh…” Harry cried as he felt Jack add another finger. He wanted more of Jack, wanted to feel himself split open and impaled on Jack’s cock. He loved the feeling of Jack’s fingers fucking in and out of his body, but needed Jack’s cock in him. “More Jack!”Harry demanded, thrusting his hips down onto the fingers inside him.

Laughing, Jack pulled the fingers out and then pushed three back in. “You’re gonna’ be a pushy bottom, aren’t you?”

Harry lost in the bliss of Jack’s fingers inside of him, groaned in response as Jack grazed his prostate. A few minutes later, the fingers were pulled out of him and he leaned up to see Jack motion for him to do the lubrication spell again. “Lubricus.” He said after grabbing his wand and then watched Jack coat his cock in the lube. He quickly set down his wand away from them, not wanting to break it while they were moving around on the bed.

Once Jack had slicked his cock up, he laid on the bed beside Harry and said, “’kay, baby. I want you to get on top of me and ride my cock… you’ll be able to control how much you take and how fast this goes.”

Harry nodded; biting he lip he straddled Jack’s hips and positioned himself over Jack’s cock. He felt Jack grip his thighs slightly and he smiled down at his lover. Grabbing Jack’s cock, he brought it to his entrance and slowly pushed down onto it. He grimaced as the head pushed past his sphincter. “Ugghh..” Stopping for a moment to adjust, he moved his hands and placed them on Jack’s chest.

Jack groaned as he felt the head of his cock enter Harry and had to restrain himself from thrusting up into Harry’s body. He rubbed Harry’s thighs and watched the beautiful man on top of him. Harry was perfect. Pale smooth skin, lightly muscled body, a nice cut cock… His raven black hair was damp from sweat and plastered around his face. A blush of excitement stained Harry chiseled cheeks and his emerald green eyes sparkled down at Jack.

When Harry felt his body begin to relax, he began pushing down more onto Jack, moaning at the burn and the pain/pleasure it caused as Jack’s cock brushed by Harry’s prostate. Finally, Harry felt his arse resting on Jack’s balls and the entire length of his cock inside him. “Oh gods… Jack…” Harry sighed and he closed his eyes, Jack’s cock made him feel full. Complete.

“I’m here, baby.” Jack murmured as he wrapped a hand around Harry’s cock and began to pull on the warm flesh.

“Ahhh!” Harry shouted, his eyes flying open at the feel of Jack’s hand surrounding him. Using his legs, Harry slowly lifted himself up, sliding off of the cock inside him until only the head remained and he then thrust back down onto it.

They both groaned in pleasure. Jack increased his movements on Harry’s cock as Harry began bouncing up and down on his cock, mewing in pleasure. He smiled as Harry leaned down and nipped Jack’s bottom lip, lapping his tongue against it and taking away the sting.

“Harry… ughh… feels so good inside you!”

Using Jack’s chest as leverage, Harry began slamming down on Jack, crying out at the friction it caused. Jack’s hand on his cock twisted and rubbed against his skin, gripping him tightly. Soon Harry could feel his body begin to reach its peak and screamed as his cock erupted, covering Jack’s hand and stomach with his cum.

Jack groaned at the tight pressure that surrounded him as Harry came, but closed his eyes and held himself from following his lover into oblivion. He continued pulling Harry’s cock until it began to soften as Harry’s body stayed in the blissful state of post orgasm. Leaning up and cupping Harry’s ass with his hands, he flipped them and was soon pounding into Harry’s body from above.

Harry wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist and linked his hands behind Jack’s neck. Jack leaned down and took Harry’s mouth in a rough kiss, their tongues sliding back and forth, mimicking Jack’s thrusts into Harry.

“God, yessss!” Jack yelled as he felt his balls tighten up and flooded Harry’s ass with his cum, coating the walls with his seed. Jack bit down on the corded muscle between Harry’s neck and shoulder as he came.

Harry groaned as Jack bit him, rubbing his hands up and down Jack’s back as he was filled with Jack’s cum, loving the warm sensation that it caused.

Jack’s body gave out as his strength left him after the orgasm, lying down on Harry’s chest. He nuzzled Harry’s neck and kissed the skin lightly as he felt his cock slowly slide out of Harry’s body. “Wow.”

“That was perfect Jack…” Harry said softly into Jack’s ear, his warm breath ghosting over the skin. “I’m glad I waited.”

“So am I Harry.” Jack replied as he kissed the bite mark he had given Harry. “Sorry about that.”

“I liked it… it felt good, besides, I kinda like having your mark on me.”

Lifting up slightly, Jack looked into Harry’s eyes and grinned. “Looks pretty good on you actually…” He rubbed his thumb over the mark and licked his lips. “I might have to do it every couple a days, you know, to keep it fresh.”

Harry laughed and ran his fingers down Jack’s cheek, his thumb stopping to graze Jack’s bottom lip. “Sounds good.”

Jack started to move off of Harry, not wanting to crush him, but was stopped by Harry wrapping his arms around Jack’s neck again. “Don’t move… I like the feeling of your weight on me.”

“I’m too heavy, Harry.”

“No you’re not; it’s just perfect, besides half of your weight is resting on the bed between my legs anyway.”

Jack rolled his eyes and nuzzled back into the curve of Harry’s neck. He took one of Harry’s smaller hands in his and threaded their fingers together with a smile on his face. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Jack.”