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Shifting Footing
Chapter Number/Total: 9/32
Chapter Title: Shifting Footing
Words: 2281 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Harlan woke up first, blinking against David's warm skin. He pulled back and smiled at David then leant up to kiss him softly. "Morning," he whispered, even though he knew David was still fast asleep. He slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom before he headed into the kitchen to put the kettle on.
When he went back to the futon David was still asleep. He quietly crawled back into the bed and went under the covers, moving down to his cock. He grinned before sucking him into his mouth, waiting for a reaction.
"Mmm," David murmured. He was still asleep but one hand found its way down to Harlan's head and he opened his legs wider.
Harlan moaned softly, the sound vibrating around David's rapidly hardening flesh.
"Yes, baby," David whispered, knowing no better way in the world to wake up than to this.
Harlan sucked hard one last time before he moved away, getting out of the bed and reaching for the lubricant. He climbed back in the bed and squeezed some on his fingers, reaching back to prepare himself quickly.
David whimpered as Harlan's mouth left him and he opened his eyes, looking up to see his lover preparing to fuck him. "Good morning!" he said enthusiastically.
Harlan laughed softly, his breath hitching as he slipped a third finger inside himself. "Morning..."
David lay there watching him but couldn't resist reaching to touch him.
Harlan pulled his fingers out and moved up and over David, panting softly as he straddled David's chest. "Suck me," he said, moving up and pressing the head of his cock against David's lips.
David's eyes widened. He couldn't remember Harlan ever initiating something like this. He nodded, opening his mouth and taking the head of the man's cock between his lips, swirling his tongue over the soft flesh.
Harlan moaned softly, reaching to slide his fingers into David's hair. His hips twitched as he fought not to thrust into that warm wetness.
The angle was wrong to take Harlan's cock deeper, but David did his best to suck and lick his length, reaching a hand up to wrap his fingers around the rest.
Harlan thrust weakly a few times before he pulled back, biting his lip softly. "That's enough. Gonna ride your cock. Make you come so hard," he said huskily, moving back down David's body.
David shuddered, such bold words from Harlan making his cock twitch and his heart speed up. "Yes, please," he answered him.
Harlan found he was liking this – it felt empowering to take charge. He moved back until he could position himself over David's cock. "Beg me again," he whispered.
"Oh, baby, please, fuck me," David said, shivering again as he watched Harlan.
Harlan would've held out longer to hear David beg more, but he wanted it just as badly as he did. He slowly began to sit down, feeling him press inside with a groan. He paused when David was completely inside, rotating his hips teasingly.
David grasped Harlan's thighs with both hands. "Yes, oh, yes, please," he moaned, arching his hips.
Harlan swallowed as he began to ride him, the futon beginning to creak with his movement. "Fucking you," he gasped loudly.
"Yes, baby, yes," David groaned, trying to keep his eyes open, watching his lover.
Harlan reached to stroke himself as the pace quickened, crying out as David hit that spot on every thrust. "Come with me!"
"Yes!" David shouted, thrusting up several times before he came. He arched so hard his arse left the bed.
Harlan stroked himself a few more times, coming hard as he clenched around David's cock. "Fuck," he whispered.
David lay gasping and looking up at his lover in awe.
Harlan sighed softly, wiggling a little so David's cock slipped out of him. "Mm..." he hummed, finally looking down at David.
"You slept well, I take it," David said in a teasing tone. He liked this more aggressive side of his lover.
Harlan blushed softly, but nodded, smiling at David. "I'm happy this morning."
"Good." David smiled. "Want to go to the park?"
Harlan nodded quickly, moving to get off of him when the tea kettle whistled. "Yeah, let's go!"
"Tea and a shower first," David said, laughing and sitting up.
"Oh, yeah!" Harlan said, running into the kitchen to turn off the boiling kettle. He made them both cups of tea and walked back to the futon, holding one out for David.
David laughed, swinging his legs off the bed and taking the tea from his lover.
Harlan sat down next to him, blowing on the tea before taking a sip. He glanced at David with a smile. "So..."
David sipped his tea. "So?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Anything you want to talk about?" Harlan asked cheerfully.
David raised both eyebrows now. "I haven't even had my first cup of tea, and I’m still recovering from a fantastic shag," he said. "What could I possibly be thinking about?"
Harlan blushed, drinking more of his tea. "I saw that you've been spending a lot of time in the kitchens. And not just with me."
"I’m not flirting with Richard or Milo, if that is your concern," David drawled.
"No, no... I didn't think you were," Harlan said quickly. "Are you interested in cooking or something?"
"It's interesting," David said, nodding. "I mean, the kind of food they make at Milo's is to me. It is complicated and has to be done just right, like Potions."
"Why don't you try it sometime?" Harlan asked, finishing his tea. "You'd do well."
"I think I would like to try it at home," the blond said. "On nights we don't eat at work. I can get some of the recipes from work and practise."
"That sounds really good, actually," Harlan said, grinning at him. "You should do that."
David smiled, nodding. "I guess it would be nice to have me cook for you for a change," he said.
"It would be. Could be romantic," Harlan said softly, getting up to wash his cup.
David got up too, drinking the last of his tea and handing the cup to Harlan. "Shower with me?" he asked.
Harlan set the cups down to dry, turning to look at him. "Of course."
It took them longer to shower together, but David enjoyed it. He wished they had enough money to get a place with a real bathtub like he used to have. At least he had found decent thick towels to dry off with when they were done. He was doing that when he asked, "So, to the park. Do we make it a picnic?"
"We'll have to make food for that, right?" Harlan asked, rubbing the towel over his thick, long hair.
"Or we can pick something up at the deli down the street," the blond said, smiling and combing his own hair.
"Sandwiches," Harlan said, grinning as he picked up the brush to brush his hair. He had started doing it everyday, knowing that David would tell him to do it anyway.
David pulled on a shirt, long-sleeved despite the warm day and then some khaki trousers.
Harlan pulled on his usual baggy jeans and green short-sleeved shirt that actually fit him. "I'm ready," he said, running a hand through his hair to attempt to fix it again.
They locked up and made their way down to the street. "So, one of the gardens in Golden Gate has a Shakespeare theme," the blond said.
"Shakespeare?" Harlan asked, crossing his arms over his chest as they walked. "Like Romeo and Juliet?"
"Yes, it’s supposed to have every flower mentioned in his works."
"Oh, well, you'll have to tell me about them," Harlan said, smiling softly.
"I will," David said. "And there is a theatre company that does free plays in the park. We could go to them."
Harlan grinned at the thought of doing something else besides just going to the park. "I'd like that!"
They picked up the sandwiches and caught a bus to the park. It took them a little while to find "Shakespeare's Garden" but they strolled through with David narrating both the information about the plays and what he knew about each flower, which was a surprising amount. Finally, they settled on the grass to eat their lunch.
"You know a lot about all of that," Harlan commented, reaching to get his sandwich.
"I love his work," David said, lying back in the grass and propping himself up on one elbow.
"He was a Muggle, you know," Harlan said, unwrapping the sandwich.
"No, he was a wizard," David said.
Harlan paused, glancing at him curiously. "Really?"
"Really," David nodded, taking another bite of his sandwich.
"I didn't know that," Harlan said, looking shocked as he began to eat his sandwich.
"Lots of magic in his stories; it shouldn't be that surprising," David said, watching his lover spill mustard on his shirt.
"Oh, I guess I assumed he made it up," Harlan murmured, frowning as he used his finger to wipe the mustard off and lick it off his finger.
David smirked at him, licking his own lips and then using a serviette. He tossed one at his lover.
"Thank you," Harlan said, catching it in the air easily. "I guess I'll have to wash it later."
Harlan was notorious for staining his shirts. David had no idea how the elves at Hogwarts had ever kept the man's school robes clean.
Harlan continued to eat the sandwich, managing not to spill anything else. He looked around the park and saw not only couples, but groups of friends, talking and laughing. He thought of Hermione and Ron and looked away. "Have you thought about letting me go out after work sometime?" Harlan asked the next moment.
"With Mark?" David asked suspiciously.
"Yeah..." Harlan said, wiping his mouth off with the serviette.
"I don't like him," David said sullenly, lying back and staring up at the sky.
"He's really nice, you know," Harlan said, shifting and laying down next to him.
"I know he can't keep his hands off you," David replied, frowning.
"The most he does is touch my shoulder," Harlan answered, resting his head on David's chest. "And even that's a friendly thing."
David searched the sky, looking at the clouds and thinking. He wanted Harlan to be happy, but he definitely didn't trust Mark. "Friends ask questions. Questions about your past," he said cautiously.
"I'll lie if he asks," Harlan said. "It's not all that hard, really..."
"You are a terrible liar," the blond argued.
Harlan pouted. "He would have no choice but to believe what I say anyway."
"Why?" David asked.
"Because he doesn't know anything about my past, so whatever I say has to be true, right?" Harlan asked.
David snorted. "Not likely," he said.
"Or I can just not tell him anything," Harlan murmured.
"You can't tell anyone details about our lives before here."
"I know. We can't really trust anyone, I know that."
"So if he gets too pushy about it, tell him you don’t want to talk about England," David said. "Better to refuse than to be caught in a lie."
Harlan nodded, leaning up to look down at David. "You're letting me go then?"
"We can try it," David said, huffing.
"Thank you," Harlan whispered, kissing him softly.
David rolled his eyes, but kissed him back.
"I'll tell him tomorrow," Harlan said happily, kissing David a few more times.
***
Harlan glanced back at the door to the kitchen when Mark walked inside, reaching to turn off the faucet. "Hey, Mark," he said, turning around.
"Hey, Harlan," the man said, hanging up his jacket on the coat rack.
"I wanted to know if that offer still stands? You know, getting drinks after work?" Harlan asked, smiling a bit.
Mark's eyes widened. "Sure," he said. "He isn't really going to let you go out with me?"
"I can go," Harlan replied.
"Tonight?" Mark asked.
"If you want to," Harlan said, shrugging.
"Didn’t think it was going to be that easy... Yeah, tonight is good,” Mark said, grinning.
"Great, so, after work then," Harlan said, smiling before turning around to continue his work.
***
David was nervous all evening. He actually mixed up orders -- twice. Something he hadn't done since his first week on the job. At the end of the evening he was worse, even writing down the wrong item on the last order. Now that the restaurant was closed for the night, he sat at his usual table, settling his receipts and counting his tips.
Harlan grabbed his jacket and slipped it on, walking out of the kitchen and making his way over to David 's usual table. "You look shaky," he commented, kissing his cheek a few times before kissing his lips.
David frowned. "I'm fine," he said, but his voice was flat.
"You're still worried about me going out, aren't you?" Harlan asked quietly.
David frowned at him and shrugged.
"I'll be fine, David," Harlan said, reaching to cup his cheeks.
David snorted. "Don't stay out too late," he said.
"I won't," Harlan said, kissing him again. "Promise."
David sighed and kissed him back. "You have your key?" he asked, though it was a stupid question.
Harlan smiled and nodded, patting his pocket. "I have my key. And some money."
David nodded. "Get going then," he said.
"Okay. I love you," Harlan whispered.
David frowned but nodded, finishing his work and getting up to leave. He leant in and kissed Harlan quickly, whispering, "I love you," as he did.
Harlan smiled and waved, heading off for the door and stepping outside.
Chapter Title: Shifting Footing
Words: 2281 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Harlan woke up first, blinking against David's warm skin. He pulled back and smiled at David then leant up to kiss him softly. "Morning," he whispered, even though he knew David was still fast asleep. He slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom before he headed into the kitchen to put the kettle on.
When he went back to the futon David was still asleep. He quietly crawled back into the bed and went under the covers, moving down to his cock. He grinned before sucking him into his mouth, waiting for a reaction.
"Mmm," David murmured. He was still asleep but one hand found its way down to Harlan's head and he opened his legs wider.
Harlan moaned softly, the sound vibrating around David's rapidly hardening flesh.
"Yes, baby," David whispered, knowing no better way in the world to wake up than to this.
Harlan sucked hard one last time before he moved away, getting out of the bed and reaching for the lubricant. He climbed back in the bed and squeezed some on his fingers, reaching back to prepare himself quickly.
David whimpered as Harlan's mouth left him and he opened his eyes, looking up to see his lover preparing to fuck him. "Good morning!" he said enthusiastically.
Harlan laughed softly, his breath hitching as he slipped a third finger inside himself. "Morning..."
David lay there watching him but couldn't resist reaching to touch him.
Harlan pulled his fingers out and moved up and over David, panting softly as he straddled David's chest. "Suck me," he said, moving up and pressing the head of his cock against David's lips.
David's eyes widened. He couldn't remember Harlan ever initiating something like this. He nodded, opening his mouth and taking the head of the man's cock between his lips, swirling his tongue over the soft flesh.
Harlan moaned softly, reaching to slide his fingers into David's hair. His hips twitched as he fought not to thrust into that warm wetness.
The angle was wrong to take Harlan's cock deeper, but David did his best to suck and lick his length, reaching a hand up to wrap his fingers around the rest.
Harlan thrust weakly a few times before he pulled back, biting his lip softly. "That's enough. Gonna ride your cock. Make you come so hard," he said huskily, moving back down David's body.
David shuddered, such bold words from Harlan making his cock twitch and his heart speed up. "Yes, please," he answered him.
Harlan found he was liking this – it felt empowering to take charge. He moved back until he could position himself over David's cock. "Beg me again," he whispered.
"Oh, baby, please, fuck me," David said, shivering again as he watched Harlan.
Harlan would've held out longer to hear David beg more, but he wanted it just as badly as he did. He slowly began to sit down, feeling him press inside with a groan. He paused when David was completely inside, rotating his hips teasingly.
David grasped Harlan's thighs with both hands. "Yes, oh, yes, please," he moaned, arching his hips.
Harlan swallowed as he began to ride him, the futon beginning to creak with his movement. "Fucking you," he gasped loudly.
"Yes, baby, yes," David groaned, trying to keep his eyes open, watching his lover.
Harlan reached to stroke himself as the pace quickened, crying out as David hit that spot on every thrust. "Come with me!"
"Yes!" David shouted, thrusting up several times before he came. He arched so hard his arse left the bed.
Harlan stroked himself a few more times, coming hard as he clenched around David's cock. "Fuck," he whispered.
David lay gasping and looking up at his lover in awe.
Harlan sighed softly, wiggling a little so David's cock slipped out of him. "Mm..." he hummed, finally looking down at David.
"You slept well, I take it," David said in a teasing tone. He liked this more aggressive side of his lover.
Harlan blushed softly, but nodded, smiling at David. "I'm happy this morning."
"Good." David smiled. "Want to go to the park?"
Harlan nodded quickly, moving to get off of him when the tea kettle whistled. "Yeah, let's go!"
"Tea and a shower first," David said, laughing and sitting up.
"Oh, yeah!" Harlan said, running into the kitchen to turn off the boiling kettle. He made them both cups of tea and walked back to the futon, holding one out for David.
David laughed, swinging his legs off the bed and taking the tea from his lover.
Harlan sat down next to him, blowing on the tea before taking a sip. He glanced at David with a smile. "So..."
David sipped his tea. "So?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Anything you want to talk about?" Harlan asked cheerfully.
David raised both eyebrows now. "I haven't even had my first cup of tea, and I’m still recovering from a fantastic shag," he said. "What could I possibly be thinking about?"
Harlan blushed, drinking more of his tea. "I saw that you've been spending a lot of time in the kitchens. And not just with me."
"I’m not flirting with Richard or Milo, if that is your concern," David drawled.
"No, no... I didn't think you were," Harlan said quickly. "Are you interested in cooking or something?"
"It's interesting," David said, nodding. "I mean, the kind of food they make at Milo's is to me. It is complicated and has to be done just right, like Potions."
"Why don't you try it sometime?" Harlan asked, finishing his tea. "You'd do well."
"I think I would like to try it at home," the blond said. "On nights we don't eat at work. I can get some of the recipes from work and practise."
"That sounds really good, actually," Harlan said, grinning at him. "You should do that."
David smiled, nodding. "I guess it would be nice to have me cook for you for a change," he said.
"It would be. Could be romantic," Harlan said softly, getting up to wash his cup.
David got up too, drinking the last of his tea and handing the cup to Harlan. "Shower with me?" he asked.
Harlan set the cups down to dry, turning to look at him. "Of course."
It took them longer to shower together, but David enjoyed it. He wished they had enough money to get a place with a real bathtub like he used to have. At least he had found decent thick towels to dry off with when they were done. He was doing that when he asked, "So, to the park. Do we make it a picnic?"
"We'll have to make food for that, right?" Harlan asked, rubbing the towel over his thick, long hair.
"Or we can pick something up at the deli down the street," the blond said, smiling and combing his own hair.
"Sandwiches," Harlan said, grinning as he picked up the brush to brush his hair. He had started doing it everyday, knowing that David would tell him to do it anyway.
David pulled on a shirt, long-sleeved despite the warm day and then some khaki trousers.
Harlan pulled on his usual baggy jeans and green short-sleeved shirt that actually fit him. "I'm ready," he said, running a hand through his hair to attempt to fix it again.
They locked up and made their way down to the street. "So, one of the gardens in Golden Gate has a Shakespeare theme," the blond said.
"Shakespeare?" Harlan asked, crossing his arms over his chest as they walked. "Like Romeo and Juliet?"
"Yes, it’s supposed to have every flower mentioned in his works."
"Oh, well, you'll have to tell me about them," Harlan said, smiling softly.
"I will," David said. "And there is a theatre company that does free plays in the park. We could go to them."
Harlan grinned at the thought of doing something else besides just going to the park. "I'd like that!"
They picked up the sandwiches and caught a bus to the park. It took them a little while to find "Shakespeare's Garden" but they strolled through with David narrating both the information about the plays and what he knew about each flower, which was a surprising amount. Finally, they settled on the grass to eat their lunch.
"You know a lot about all of that," Harlan commented, reaching to get his sandwich.
"I love his work," David said, lying back in the grass and propping himself up on one elbow.
"He was a Muggle, you know," Harlan said, unwrapping the sandwich.
"No, he was a wizard," David said.
Harlan paused, glancing at him curiously. "Really?"
"Really," David nodded, taking another bite of his sandwich.
"I didn't know that," Harlan said, looking shocked as he began to eat his sandwich.
"Lots of magic in his stories; it shouldn't be that surprising," David said, watching his lover spill mustard on his shirt.
"Oh, I guess I assumed he made it up," Harlan murmured, frowning as he used his finger to wipe the mustard off and lick it off his finger.
David smirked at him, licking his own lips and then using a serviette. He tossed one at his lover.
"Thank you," Harlan said, catching it in the air easily. "I guess I'll have to wash it later."
Harlan was notorious for staining his shirts. David had no idea how the elves at Hogwarts had ever kept the man's school robes clean.
Harlan continued to eat the sandwich, managing not to spill anything else. He looked around the park and saw not only couples, but groups of friends, talking and laughing. He thought of Hermione and Ron and looked away. "Have you thought about letting me go out after work sometime?" Harlan asked the next moment.
"With Mark?" David asked suspiciously.
"Yeah..." Harlan said, wiping his mouth off with the serviette.
"I don't like him," David said sullenly, lying back and staring up at the sky.
"He's really nice, you know," Harlan said, shifting and laying down next to him.
"I know he can't keep his hands off you," David replied, frowning.
"The most he does is touch my shoulder," Harlan answered, resting his head on David's chest. "And even that's a friendly thing."
David searched the sky, looking at the clouds and thinking. He wanted Harlan to be happy, but he definitely didn't trust Mark. "Friends ask questions. Questions about your past," he said cautiously.
"I'll lie if he asks," Harlan said. "It's not all that hard, really..."
"You are a terrible liar," the blond argued.
Harlan pouted. "He would have no choice but to believe what I say anyway."
"Why?" David asked.
"Because he doesn't know anything about my past, so whatever I say has to be true, right?" Harlan asked.
David snorted. "Not likely," he said.
"Or I can just not tell him anything," Harlan murmured.
"You can't tell anyone details about our lives before here."
"I know. We can't really trust anyone, I know that."
"So if he gets too pushy about it, tell him you don’t want to talk about England," David said. "Better to refuse than to be caught in a lie."
Harlan nodded, leaning up to look down at David. "You're letting me go then?"
"We can try it," David said, huffing.
"Thank you," Harlan whispered, kissing him softly.
David rolled his eyes, but kissed him back.
"I'll tell him tomorrow," Harlan said happily, kissing David a few more times.
***
Harlan glanced back at the door to the kitchen when Mark walked inside, reaching to turn off the faucet. "Hey, Mark," he said, turning around.
"Hey, Harlan," the man said, hanging up his jacket on the coat rack.
"I wanted to know if that offer still stands? You know, getting drinks after work?" Harlan asked, smiling a bit.
Mark's eyes widened. "Sure," he said. "He isn't really going to let you go out with me?"
"I can go," Harlan replied.
"Tonight?" Mark asked.
"If you want to," Harlan said, shrugging.
"Didn’t think it was going to be that easy... Yeah, tonight is good,” Mark said, grinning.
"Great, so, after work then," Harlan said, smiling before turning around to continue his work.
***
David was nervous all evening. He actually mixed up orders -- twice. Something he hadn't done since his first week on the job. At the end of the evening he was worse, even writing down the wrong item on the last order. Now that the restaurant was closed for the night, he sat at his usual table, settling his receipts and counting his tips.
Harlan grabbed his jacket and slipped it on, walking out of the kitchen and making his way over to David 's usual table. "You look shaky," he commented, kissing his cheek a few times before kissing his lips.
David frowned. "I'm fine," he said, but his voice was flat.
"You're still worried about me going out, aren't you?" Harlan asked quietly.
David frowned at him and shrugged.
"I'll be fine, David," Harlan said, reaching to cup his cheeks.
David snorted. "Don't stay out too late," he said.
"I won't," Harlan said, kissing him again. "Promise."
David sighed and kissed him back. "You have your key?" he asked, though it was a stupid question.
Harlan smiled and nodded, patting his pocket. "I have my key. And some money."
David nodded. "Get going then," he said.
"Okay. I love you," Harlan whispered.
David frowned but nodded, finishing his work and getting up to leave. He leant in and kissed Harlan quickly, whispering, "I love you," as he did.
Harlan smiled and waved, heading off for the door and stepping outside.