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I do not claim any rights over the any of characters used in this story, which has been written for the joy of writing only and for no other purpose such as monetary gain. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.Author's Note:
Harry is seventeen in this story and Connor is 18. Beta:
Thanks to moviechic for betaing this story.
Hungry mouths were devouring each other while hands were touching what was before untouchable territory. The need for air had Connor pulling back. His breathing was harsh as he rested his face in the warm hollow between Harry’s neck and shoulder, breathing deeply of the clean musky scent of the other teen beneath him.
Connor felt Harry’s warm breath caress the side of his face as the smaller teen’s arms held him securely in a tender embrace. A slender finger moved his hair gently back from his forehead where upon Harry placed a simple lingering kiss on his forehead, making him feel both loved and cherished.
Lifting his head, Connor drank in the sight of Harry’s flushed skin, darkened eyes, and kiss-swollen lips. Moved by the sight, Connor cradled Harry’s face between the palms of his hands to place one lingering kiss first on one eyelid then the other, and finally the cute little nose. This caused Harry to laugh a deep sexy laugh that sent shivers of desire down Connor’s back.
Connor looked down into the other teen’s eyes and saw friendship, desire, and joy of at just being with him and knew his own green eyes had the same light. Slowly, Connor lowered his head and took Harry’s tempting mouth in a slow, devouring kiss. He took his time to explore Harry’s mouth, learning the contour and taste of the other teen. Connor could feel Harry’s fingers as they ghosted softly over the small of his back, before trailing downwards to cup and knead the cheeks of his ass causing him to moan into his lovers open mouth.
Connor felt his lover shifted slightly beneath him causing the fine hair on Harry’s leg to brush tantalizingly against the sensitive flesh of his flank as he settled himself into the junction between the young wizard’s legs, bringing their hard shafts together. Twin groans of pleasure were released as he hesitantly started to thrust his hips against Harry, rubbing their swollen flesh together.
Connor awoke, gasping from his dream. Wide awake, his eyes scanned the room, noting that he was in his room in England and it was still dark out. Turning his head toward the clock, he saw that it was only 1:30 in the morning. Breathing out a quiet sigh, he relaxed.
It was all a dream.
But he could still feel the mysterious and unknown Harry’s soft skin against his, the heat of the other teen and realized that he was still hard. Using the vampire-like senses he was born with, he raised them to see if anyone was awake or might come to investigate if they heard any noise. Keeping a firm grip on his senses, to prevent himself from getting lost in them, he made a quick survey to find that everyone was asleep.
Pulling his senses back to normal levels, Connor sighed in relief as the fear of having another blackout was avoided. Lately, anything and everything could catch one of his senses and he was out of it. He would be lost in a world where there was no time, until either his father or one of the others snapped him out of it. That’s why they were in London at the new Watcher’s Council headquarters. So they could try and understand what was happening to him and if it was supernatural in origins. So far they couldn’t find anything supernatural and now they were thinking that maybe there was a medical reason for his blackouts.
Putting aside the questions that had plagued him for the last six weeks, Connor squirmed around until he could lower his sleeping shorts. Making sure that the bedding would hide everything if someone did open his door, he reached down and wrapped his hand around his hard cock.
Closing his eyes, he started to replay the dream, imagining that it was this mysterious Harry’s hand that was stroking him. Those green eyes, with their mischievous light, would look down at him as those slender fingers start to squeeze him, milking him.
Connor used his index finger to gently tease the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum along its top. He continued to imagine that Harry’s eyes were darkening as the tip of the other teen’s tongue wet his lips, before bending over him. Connor groaned as he saw Harry taking just the tip of his cock into his mouth and he could almost feel the wet heat of his mouth as it surrounded the sensitive head.
Instinctively, Connor reached for the other pillow and brought it across his face, hoping that it would muffle any sound he made. Not taking any chances, Connor bit into it savagely, knowing that he was about to cum. With one final groan, he reached his completion and slowed his stroking so that he could milk his slowly deflating cock of the last bit of his sperm. Finally fully sated, Connor lay there, panting as his body came down from its natural high before he nervously checked to see if anyone would come to investigate.
Not hearing any movement outside his room, Connor lay back down and used the corner of the bedding to clean himself up as he thought it was high time for him to do some deep thinking. He had thought that he might be bi, but he wasn’t sure, at least not until tonight. He had not imagined that it was some girl that was sucking him off, but another boy. Even just thinking about this Harry was making him hard again.
He had it bad.
Bad for Harry.
The only problem … he didn’t know a Harry.
In another part of London, Harry awoke suddenly, his heart pounding. The evidence of the dream was sticking his bed shorts to his skin. Taking a quick glance he saw that Ron was sound asleep on his stomach. His legs and arms were all over the bed and Ron was drooling slightly from his open mouth. Steady deep breathing told Harry that Ron was still out for the count and his secret was safe. Quietly, Harry got up and took out another pair of bottoms before heading towards the bathroom to clean up the evidence of his erotic dream.
Squinting into the sudden bright light, he quickly cleaned himself and put on the clean bottoms. He sat down on the toilet as he rubbed the palms of his hands across his face to think. He could still hear that raspy voice moaning in his ear and could feel the heat and texture of Connor’s skin. The exotic taste of the other teen played over his taste buds as Connor came in his mouth in his dream.
What was he going to do?
He had never had any encounters with the same sex and the few he had with the opposite sex were a few kisses and hand-holding. His dream had put him beyond what he had done in real life. He never even thought about giving a boy a blowjob, but in this dream he had.
He was royally screwed.
Getting up from the toilet, he splashed some water on his face as he looked up at his reflection. Instead, he saw himself bent over Connor, sucking on the other teen’s hard cock as blazing green eyes watched him with desire and love.
How he wanted to see those incredible green eyes in real life. Snorting at his fanciful thoughts of someone wanting him like that, Harry efficiently wiped his face before opened the door. He shut off the light as he made his way back to the bed and made himself comfortable. It took a long while before Harry to could get back to sleep.