Gem Boys: Emerald Eyes and The Silver Adonis

Gem Boys: Emerald Eyes and The Silver Adonis
Ch 1/?

George Diamond's Gem Boys, starring Ruby Lips and Silver Adonis!

Harry nearly choked on his Butterbeer, some of it splattering on his crisp white shirt, and a little on the moving image of Draco Malfoy, Ex-Death Eater Extraordinaire, taking a face full of cock. He was wearing an emerald green and blue mask, one of those feathered peacock ones that he had seen Ginny wear to a Ministry function once. Draco's lips were painted icy blue, and so was the exposed skin around his silver-gray eyes.

Around his neck was a metallic silver collar. The burly dark-haired man, whose cock he was sucking quite rigorously, reached down and grabbed roughly at the chains hanging off the accessory, reigning control from the blond head bobbing away on his cock.

Sitting opposite Draco was a pale red-haired man, wearing something similar, except his mask was velvet red. His lips were stained cherry-red, but some of the lipstick had smudged across his boyish face. Ruby Lips tongued and fisted the base of the man's shaft, his eyes glued on the handsome blond, as if they were in some sort of competition to see who could get the man off the fastest.

These insatiable posh boys are at it again! Watch as these two suck each off at the same time. Pg. 10

Harry shakily skimmed through the next few pages. He didn't waste any time on the other naked men. Most of them were like Draco and Ruby Lips; small, feminine looking, and wearing masquerade masks while they shamelessly got taken by men twice their size.

When Harry finally reached the desired page, he took a seat on one of the boxes littered around the storeroom. He couldn't stop himself from snaking a hand down into his jeans, and palming his quickly rising erection.

All thoughts left him. He didn't care that he just found a room full of gay porn magazines in George's shop, or that the one-eared twin apparently owned the magazine, under the pseudonym George Diamond. Harry didn't even care that he was fisting himself to the sight of Draco slurping his way down the little twink's cock, while he plunged his own, over and over into those pretty cherry-stained lips. He huffed and moaned at the glorious image of their naked, gleaming wet bodies grinding thoroughly into one another.

Draco pulled away, his nose resting against the drenched cock, saying something that Harry couldn't hear. Curse the day when Wizarding magazines were invented without sound.

Ruby Lips moved his head from underneath Draco's hips, replying with a sly grin on his cherub-like face. Whatever the man had said apparently irked Draco as he began to mercilessly face-fuck the young man, a vindictive glint in his gray eyes. Hands enveloped his small waist, greedily digging into his buttocks, urging him to go deeper into his mouth.

Draco's mouth fell open as the boy underneath him hooked a well-oiled finger into his anus. Harry spluttered out a moan, his fingers tightening around his shaft as he imagined his cock in there.

Draco went back to sucking on the twink's cock, this time looking up into the camera. Harry let out a wicked gasp, his emerald eyes going wide as he felt his climax coming on; the sound of him beating away at his own cock growing louder in the room.

Saliva slipped past the Draco's lips, and seeped onto his partner's throbbing erection. Harry watched as Draco mouthed the words "I fucking love this" towards the camera.

Harry nodded, believing him. He imagined himself as the one getting his cock sucked, and having his orgasm forced mercifully out of him.

When his orgasm did finally come, his toes nearly tore out the sole of his boots. Never in his entire life had he come so hard from one hand alone. Harry sagged on the box, all his limbs falling lax. His relieved sigh was interrupted when a flurry of knocks came from the door.

"Harry, you're still in there? Don't tell me you went and had a cuppa with the nasty thing."

Harry bit his lip, body tensed as he failed to come up with a believable excuse. "Boggart's gone, George. I was just cleaning away some of the mess."

"I never knew destroyed Boggart's left messes," said George slyly.

Harry groaned, quickly zipping up his pants.

"You know Harry; it's quite unseemly for a profound Auror such as yourself to be wanking in a storeroom during work hours."

George grinned when the door was slammed open, to reveal the glaring man.

"I wasn't wanking!" Harry glared, stalking out the room, nearly tripping on the hem of his robes.

"Ah, so you've seen them. What did you think?"

Harry, who had made it to the front of the shop, froze, with one hand still on the door knob.

"Think of what?" He blushed.

"Come on, now. The magazines, is what. Do you like my boys? Nice looking, aren't they? I only select the best. You know-the kind that everyone wants to see on their knees," George said with a wink.

Harry shook his head, feeling as if he were in some surreal dream. "H-how—George, you're married to Angelina. You have kids!"

"So what? She is the co-owner! And when we're dead and buried, I'm thinking about leaving the business to Little Fred. He's a little bit more open-minded then his baby sister, see."

Harry didn't know what to say. He knew that George had gone a little off the deep end since his brother's death, especially after he went and married his brother's ex-girlfriend, but this was just a little too much to take in.

"How does Malfoy tie into all of this? I thought you hated him."

George shrugged. "Hate is a strong word, really. I hired him because he asked, and I really needed a blond. I was running out. Drama Queens those lot, always thinking they run everything. My photographer took a few pictures of him alone, and the readers loved him so much they even given him the name Silver Adonis. I was leaning more towards a gem name, like Alabaster...Long story."

"But why feature a gay porn magazine?"

George shrugged, yet again. "Why not? Besides, Angie would have never agreed to it if women were involved."

Harry laughed at the insanity of it all. "Wow, so you're like the Hugh Hefner of the Wizarding World, only a little bit gayer…"

George furrowed his eyebrows. "Who?"

"Nothing; look, I have to get going. I've got some paperwork to fill out."

"Hey, before you go, I thought you might like one of these," George tossed him a copy. "You just seemed so enthusiastic about it and all."

Harry caught the magazine in one smooth motion, "Uh, thanks, but…"

"Take it. If you're interested, maybe you could come and visit the work place. The boy's are always up for some company," George said, moving forward to open the door for Harry.

Harry flustered at the idea. "Um, I don't know. I'm not really into that… sort of thing."

"Right, sure you're not. Have a nice day. You be good now."

Harry frowned when the door slammed shut in his face. What was George on about, anyway? He couldn't possibly know that he was into both genders, could he?

Out of all the Weasley's, it had been George who had taken the breakup between him and Ginny with ease. It was almost as if he had a feeling the relationship was doomed to fail.

Often Harry regretted his decision, especially when he saw Ginny moving on with Dean. The two didn't even waste time on getting married, and starting on their first kid.

Harry didn't have anyone. While he still liked women, and often dated a few, he found most of them hard to bear, especially when they couldn't get over the fact that he was a famous war hero. He had a few one-off's with men, but even since five years after the war, he still couldn't get over a few of his insecurities. Dating women was something he understood, but how did one date another man?

When Harry got home that night he couldn't stop thinking about what George had said. He'd invited him to the workplace. Where exactly did they do this kind of work anyway? It couldn't possibly be at the shop, not with all the Weasleys going in and out. Harry imagined some studio-like place, where five men were surrounding Draco, taking snap shots as he took it from both ends. He trembled at the thought.

As the month wore on, Harry became obsessed with Gem Boy's magazine. He had learned three major things about The Silver Adonis. One, he hardly ever topped. Two, he wore a skirt better than any woman Harry had ever seen. And lastly, he could do things with a cock that would make even Severus Snape blush.

It was these three things that made Harry want him. At least that was what the ex-Gryffindor told himself. Every week, Draco would appear with someone different, although he was often paired with Ruby Lips.

It was after the seventh edition that Harry couldn't quell his curiosity burning deep inside him any longer.

Draco was perched on a wooden desk, while a masked man wearing a suit dug his tongue greedily inside his pale arse. Draco had replaced his peacock mask in favor of a silver one, and was wearing a school-girl skirt. His long shoulder length hair was piled into some intricate bun, with diamond clips. Often his eyes would leave the brunet that was rimming him to stare into the camera.

The offer George made was echoing in his mind. Harry didn't care how desperate it made him look. He wanted to see what these Gem Boys were all about. But most of all, he wanted to see The Silver Adonis.