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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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It had been almost a week, six days to be exact, since Harry had first walked into Robert Winston Studios. By then, he’d gotten his clearances, a clean bill of health and all his paperwork filled out.

Once again, he found himself sitting in a chair facing Carol, the pleasant-faced receptionist. She’d welcomed him back and handed him a schedule.

“Not much on it,” Harry noted.

Carol laughed. “Do you really want to work every day?” She laughed again. “You’re nineteen, right? Of course you want to do this everyday. Don’t let the number of days fool you. It can take hours to make even a fifteen minute clip.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Stuff happens.” She chuckled. “Or doesn’t happen as the case may be.”

“Oh.” Harry was more relieved than he could say. He always thought they put two blokes in a room and film them going at it for a bit. That’s what it looked like, but he guessed that’s what it was supposed to look like.

“Oh, yeah. Some of these boys just can’t work together. No chemistry. Very awkward. Robert really tries to keep everyone happy, though. So don’t be shy if you’re having issues.”

“Thanks,” Harry said appreciatively. “Um, is Mal---the Dragon in today?”

“He’s not in until Friday.” Carol winked at him. “Not a friend, eh?”

“We . . . know each other. But I would never call us friends.” Harry responded. He didn’t want to go so far as to say they had been mortal enemies. “I’m just curious.”

Robert and another man walked toward Harry.

“Good morning Harry,” Robert said, holding his hand out to shake. Technically, it was only morning for another twenty minutes. Harry liked the idea of not having to get up early. His schedule had him coming to the studio at half-eleven the two days he was to come in.

“This is Terence. He’ll be directing you today. It’s a short hand job session with Jake. Have you met Jake yet?”

“No sir--um, Robert,” Harry corrected himself a little late.

“You’ll like him. He’s a blond cutie. A little older than you, but he can pass for seventeen easily.”

Harry noticed that Robert seemed to be obsessed with everyone’s age. Harry guessed that maybe Robert felt much older being around young looking, tight bodies. Robert himself was not the sort Harry would have liked to see on film. He had a small pot belly, though seemed generally in decent shape, and was unusually short. Tufts of curly brown hair peeked out of the top of his button down shirt that somewhat matched the hair on his head. Harry imagined his whole body was covered with it. Robert’s face was somewhat plain, but he had dazzling white teeth and a perfect smile that immediately put people at ease. He was the ultimate schmoozer.

Harry followed Terence into Room 2, a small room with only a comfy looking couch and several cameras and monitors.

A blonde man sat on the couch. He stood when Harry and Terence walked in.

“We got an easy one for you today Harry.” Terence said. “This is Jake. Jake, this is Harry’s first day. Be gentle with him,” Terence joked.

Jake held out his hand and brushed the long fringe out of his face, revealing big brown doe eyes. His hair appeared to be bleached and his skin had a golden kiss to it that made Harry think of pictures he’d seen of California surfers, rather than a London boy.

“Hi, Harry. So you’re new, eh?”

“Yeah,” Harry answered. “Are you American, like Robert?”

“Yep. I worked with him in the States before he moved his studio here.” Jake lowered his voice and leaned into Harry, “I think he got himself into some trouble back home, if you know what I mean.” He nudged Harry in the ribs. “Nothing really criminal mind you,” he smiled.

Terence looked at his watch. “Can we get on with it? I’d like to be able to edit before I leave today. Warm up while I change some camera angles.”

Suddenly Harry felt nervous, even though Jake was very attractive. He still had anxiety about not being able to ‘perform’. He took a cue from Jake and began to strip.

As soon as he was nude, Jake began stroking himself. It didn’t seem to take him long to be ready for action. Harry, on the other hand, self-consciously did the same with little luck.

“Need some help?” Jake asked.

“Uh, I’m a bit nervous,” Harry confessed.

“You’ll get used to it,” Jake assured him. “I find that good, sloppy, wet kisses usually do the trick.”

Jake stood close to Harry and leaned down to kiss him. His breath was sweet and minty as he caressed Harry’s lips with his own. Although Harry had brushed his teeth, he now wished he had taken a mint and worried if his breath was all right.

He forgot about worrying when Jake’s tongue slipped into his mouth and they kissed deeply. Harry thought Jake must be a great actor because his kisses seemed so heart felt.

Jake’s hand found Harry’s semi limp cock and stroked as they kissed. Harry finally let go and enjoyed what was happening, and was hard in no time.

Terence sighed impatiently. “Okay, all set? I want you sitting on the couch. Start off on yourselves then switch. I guess you could go with the flow, but no penetration. Just hands today, so this may take a while. And the kissing looks great. But I don’t want to see the back of your head too much Harry. Oh, that reminds me, take off your glasses.”

Terence sat down behind the cameras as the boys sat down on the couch. Harry dropped his glasses off to the side, on the floor.

“And don’t be stingy with the noises, but don’t over do it. Some of the directors here like all that fake moaning and swearing. I want it to seem like we’re spying in on two lovers. Jake, don’t look into the camera so much. I had to do a lot of editing on your last shoot.”

“Whatever,” Jake mumbled.

“Action,” Terence cued, then sat back and crossed his arms over his chest while he watched.

The boys sat side by side, touching shoulders while they wanked. Harry turned to look at Jake. He really was quite handsome. Jake leaned in to kiss Harry, but this time it seemed more like a performance to Harry. He knew how to hold his head and how much tongue to show. Harry did his best to follow Jake’s lead as they alternately kissed and watched each other jerk off.

Going with the flow, Harry reached over to take hold of Jake’s hard on. Jake gladly let go and rested his head back, moaning. Jake relieved Harry of his own wanking and pumped Harry’s cock firmly.

“Oh, yeah,” Harry breathed, causing Jake to smile at him. He kissed and licked Harry’s neck.

Terence glanced at his watch. The boys hadn’t been at it long, but he was hoping they’d be wrapping it up soon.

Harry abruptly turned his head and released Jake. He pushed Jake down on the couch and lay on top of him, kissing him and rubbing their erections against one another.

Jake was surprised by Harry’s actions, but moaned his approval. Terence was about to direct Harry to go back to what they were doing before, just as Harry leaned back to sit on his heels between Jake’s spread legs. Terence waited to see what Harry would do next. Harry scooted his legs under Jake’s to get them closer. Grabbing a hold of both their cocks in one hand, Harry pumped them both at the same time, breathing heavily.

“Oh, I like that,” Jake said quietly. “Oh, yeah.”

His words encouraged Harry to go faster, tugging at their balls as he did.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Harry swore.

“Yeah, cum all over me,” Jake said seductively.

Harry pumped faster a few more times before spurting cum onto Jake’s left ear, giving a loud, “Aaah.”

“Holy fuck,” Jake yelled. He began to release as well, though not shooting several feet as Harry had done. By the time both their orgasms had ended, Jake was covered in cum from his perfect abs to his bleach blonde hair.

Harry leaned over Jake, kissing him again as his breathing and heart rate slowed back to normal.

They broke the kiss and looked at each other for a moment.

“That was fucking awesome,” Jake exclaimed.

“Stop roll,” Terence said.

“Was that all right?” Harry asked, looking up at Terence. “I . . . went with the flow. Was it too, um, fast?”

“It was beautiful, mate. That rarely happens.”

“What does?” Harry asked.

“At the same time,” Jake answered. “When that wad hit me, I just lost it. Man, you sure can squirt. So fucking hot,” Jake gushed. “That was, like, three feet or something!”

“You always like that Harry?” Terence asked.

“I guess so,” Harry shrugged. He’d never given much thought that it was something extraordinary. In fact, back at Hogwarts it had been an inconvenience. He’d shot his load onto his pillow a couple of times. Gross. And when he let Ginny wank him in the library one time, it landed on a reference book above them. Harry made sure he never used that book and felt bad that he never went back to clean it up. But he and Ginny had to get out of there quickly when the librarian heard noises and came nosing around. It was the last time he forgot to use a silencing spell.

“I’ll make a note for Robert. He’ll want you for cum shots.” Terence scribbled a post it note.

“I’m a goddamned mess,” Jake mock-complained. “Wanna lick me clean?” he teased Harry. “Just kidding. Only when we’re rolling. Did you know there are showers here?”

“Robert mentioned it.”

“Come on, I’ll show you,” Jake offered. He grabbed his clothes, careful not to get cum on them, and the two walked to the locker room. Before they left, Harry once again sought out Terence’s approval.

“So, it was okay? I did all right?”

“Better than all right. If you fuck like you give a hand job, you’re going to be extremely popular,” Terence assured him.

Feeling good about the compliments, Harry picked up his clothing and glasses, and followed Jake. Harry found himself glancing around for Malfoy, even though Carol already told him Malfoy wasn’t due in. He silently berated himself for it.

Jake showed Harry the lockers so he could keep his things there while in one of the studios. He also explained that when the DO NOT ENTER sign was up, it meant they were shooting in there. There was no personal funny business going on in the showers either. Or anywhere in the studio, for that matter. It was all cleaned regularly, but Robert still had a strict policy.

After showering and dressing, Jake and Harry walked out of the locker room area together. Jake was still giving Harry the run down on more house rules and some valuable advice. He thought he and Jake were hitting it off well and perhaps they could become friends. Harry enjoyed listening to Jake’s American accent.

“Are you from California?” Harry asked. “You look like an American surfer.”

“Nah, that’s just my look. I’m from New Jersey actually. Really, my hair is as dark as yours. That’s why I shave down completely. No one would ever buy me as a natural blond,” Jake chuckled.

Harry didn’t have the heart to tell him that even shaved he didn’t pass for a natural blonde.

“I see you’ve made a friend.” Malfoy was standing in front of the bank of monitors in the lobby. His voice surprised Harry as he walked by him. Harry was so busy talking with Jake, he hadn’t noticed Malfoy standing there. Jake had kept on walking, not realizing Harry stopped at first.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be in today.” Harry said it without thinking. Great, now Malfoy would know Harry had asked about his schedule.

“I wasn’t. But somebody called out for a threesome, so they asked me to fill in, so to speak,” Malfoy smirked. “The guy showed up anyway, so I was just about to leave.”

Harry put on his glasses and looked up to see what Malfoy was watching. It was the clip of Harry and Jake from that morning. Malfoy’s gaze was drawn up to the soundless images once again, while Harry’s was drawn to Malfoy’s face. The latter didn’t seem to notice.

Malfoy watched, expressionless and close-mouthed for a bit. But Harry noticed that when the big moment arrived, Malfoy’s lips subtly parted and he drew in a few soft breaths. It was barely discernible, but there was definitely a reaction. Malfoy’s expression returned to its former stoic state and he turned to Harry.

“Who knew you’d be the aggressor, Potter?”

“You, of all people, should know I’ve always had to fight for what I want,” Harry replied. “And I thought you were going to stop calling me Potter.”

“What should I call you?”

“Try Harry. Unless you’d like me to go around calling you Draco Malfoy, Deatheater,” Harry whispered.

“Shut it, Potter,” Malfoy whispered back.

“Relax, no one here knows what that is.” Harry kept his voice low. “If you expect me to refer to you as Dragon, then I expect you to call me Harry.”

“Fine.” Draco figured it was as close to his first name as Harry was going to get.

Jake was back. “We look fucking great together Harry,” he said enthusiastically as he watched their clip. “We should work together again. Maybe I could be your first on-screen fuck,” he smiled. He had a really cute smile, Harry noticed.

Jake’s smiled dropped, though, when he saw the glare Malfoy gave him behind Harry’s back.

“Uh, I’ll see you later, okay?” Jake quickly left the scene. Malfoy was pleased to know he hadn’t lost his touch.

But disturbed to find himself acting so possessively of Harry.

“I wonder what that was all about,” Harry commented.

“Who knows? Bloody American.”

“Oi, Ma--Dragon,” Harry rolled his eyes. “I need to celebrate again. I’ve just completed my first clip. I could use a beer or two. Since Jake left so suddenly, you care to join me?”

“No. And are you going to roll your eyes every time you say that name?”

“Probably. And why not?”

Draco couldn’t think of a good reason why not, other than he wanted to stand there and watch Harry’s clip again. And then, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to be alone with the Gryffindor. He was distressed to find that he enjoyed the film as much as he did. Standing so close to Harry at that moment, Draco felt defenseless.

Before he could think of an acceptable excuse, Harry pled his case.

“Besides, I never got around to telling you how I got here. And I haven’t heard your story either.”

Draco sighed. “All right. But you’re not paying for my lunch again. In fact, I’m going to pay today. I don’t want to be in any more debt to you.”

“Brilliant,” Harry said. “I’m starved.”

Reluctantly, Draco walked with Harry to the same pub they went to before, and ended up sitting at the same bar stools. Draco couldn’t help scowling at Harry and his ridiculous cheery mood. But it wasn’t Harry’s fault that he was in a fine mood, having gotten off recently, while Draco was extremely sexually frustrated at the moment. He considered, just for a second, excusing himself to the loo, but that would be too crude.

Instead, he ordered two pints. He ordered two more with their lunch.

“So, how did you come to be here anyway?” Draco asked Harry.

“It’s a funny story, actually. I signed up for one of those gay singles excursions. It was sort of like a mass blind date. Well, you’d never guess who ended up mine.” Harry paused for Draco to guess. When he didn’t. Harry continued. “I sat down at my assigned table and who sits down next to me but Theo Nott.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “He’s gay too? Was everyone in Slytherin gay?” It was rhetorical, but Harry answered anyway.

“Not exactly. He said he signed up to figure that out.”

Draco was incredulous. “He joined a gay dating service without being certain he was gay?”

“That’s a funny story too, and it leads to how I got here. So he tells me, he had a girlfriend and things were great. I mean, didn’t he manage to screw half the girls at Hogwarts?” Harry laughed. “Anyway, I’m not sure why, but he ends up answering one of those ads for straight blokes to fuck each other for money.”

Draco interjected. “Robert runs those occasionally. Personally, I don’t enjoy watching two men, who really aren’t into it, shag. To each his own,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, I know. Well, it must have been a substantial enough amount to tempt Theo. So he goes and lets another bloke give it to him up the arse, and walks away with a bundle. He went again and got to do the fucking that time. His girlfriend catches on when he’s about to go again and breaks up with him. Long story short--”

“Too late,” Draco rolled his eyes.

“So that’s when he joins the excursion. He was afraid if he didn’t think shagging a bloke was that bad, he might be gay.”

“And? The suspense is killing me,” Draco said sarcastically. Harry ignored it.

“Not gay. When there was no money involved, he couldn’t do it. He ended up leaving, so I did too.”

“Did he, or you, ever consider that he may just not have wanted to shag you in particular?” Draco suggested.

“I offered to switch. There were a few other blokes that were less than thrilled with their pairs. In the end, both of us found our answer.”

“His question was whether or not he was gay. What was your question?”

Harry glanced around the room, as if he would find the answer to Draco’s question somewhere. He knew the answer to that question was going to make him sound like a git, but he couldn’t think up a lie on the spot.

“Um, I thought I should want some sort of relationship. You know, something stable. Turns out, all I wanted to do was have a long string of one-offs.” Harry said sheepishly.

Draco frowned slightly. “And what does that story have to do with you trying to become a porn star?” Draco smiled at that. Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, and Porn Star.

“It was Winston’s agency that Theo went to. He told me the agency made gay films as well and gave me Robert’s card. And here I am. Although, I have to admit, I think the strangest thing about all this is sitting and having lunch with you--for a second time.”

“Yes, that is strange,” Draco agreed.

“How about you? How on Earth did you end up here?”

“Like Theo, I answered an ad. Not the same one, obviously.” Draco debated telling Harry all the reasons for doing what he was doing. He could tell him most of it, but not everything. “I needed to be able to earn a great deal of money quickly, and work convenient hours, to reach my ultimate goal.”

“Which is?” Harry prodded.

“To get back to where I belong, in the wizarding community. With a respectable trade and business.” Malfoy said it as if it were obvious. “Don’t you want to go back?”

“I dunno. Yeah, I guess. What sort of respectable trade and business do you want to have?” Harry asked.

“I’m enrolled in culinary arts school.” Draco glanced sideways at Harry practically daring him to say something derogatory.

“Muggle cooking classes? You?”

“Well, yes, it’s a muggle school, but even if you use magic to cook, or bake in this case, you have to know the basic techniques and chemistry behind it. I’ve learned a great deal so far. I’ve still got four months left until I earn my certificate.”

“And you want to open a sweet shop? In muggle London?”

“No, no. I want to open a bakery in Diagon Alley. I’ve heard the shops are coming back. There’s a new wand emporium and the Weasley boys--er, uh, boy--still has his place.”

Harry was quiet for a moment, trying to picture Draco wearing an apron, covered in flour, butter in his hair, chocolate on his face. For a split second, he imagined licking said chocolate off--

“That’s brilliant. I had no idea you would be interested in pastries. But why not just open up a shop around here?”

“Weren’t you listening Potter? Er, Harry. I don’t belong here. I hate only being able to use magic in my flat. After classes, I go home and practice what I’ve learned, experimenting with magic. Everything seems to come out just a bit better with magic . . .”

The pair sat in silence, pondering Draco’s words. He may have been specifically speaking about baking, but both boys knew the bigger meaning. They’d each been fish out of water, afraid of getting caught, missing the lives they’d had. It occurred to Harry that it wasn’t so strange after all that the two of them should be sitting together, having lunch. Even as enemies, they knew each other’s secrets. They could be exactly who they were, without pretense, without fear of judgement. That was a given. But they’d accepted one another for who they were long ago, good or bad. There were no surprises.

Well, maybe one or two. Harry was sure Malfoy would be surprised to hear that Harry wanked with Draco on his mind. He’d probably take his wand out right there in the pub and hex Harry into next week.

“Malfoy?” Harry paused. “Is it okay to call you Malfoy when we’re not at the studio?”

“I guess,” Malfoy answered. He was hoping Harry would want to call him Draco.

“Malfoy, what do we do if we get paired? I mean, how were you able to put aside that it was me? Does it come with practice or do you have a trick for it?” It was a legitimate question, but after observing Draco’s reaction to his clip, Harry wondered if there was a chance that Draco was actually attracted to him.

“You’re still on about that? Don’t worry about it.”

Draco avoided answering. It did not go unnoticed by Harry.

“But what if we do?”

“We won’t. Stop worrying about it.”

“How do you know? You’re not concerned?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Draco had had enough of Harry’s badgering. He was acting like a five year old.

“Because I specifically requested not to,” Draco yelled at Harry.

Harry winced at Draco’s words. He didn’t need to yell.

“Oh,” Harry said softly. He guessed that he didn’t have to wonder whether or not Draco was attracted to him any more.

Draco felt bad telling Harry that. Harry looked like he’d had his feelings hurt.

“I’m surprised you didn’t make that request yourself,” Draco said.

“I just didn’t think of it, or I would have,” Harry lied to Draco. But he couldn’t lie to himself about why he answered the question about his preference, with ‘blond.’ He couldn’t deny that the two of them getting paired was exactly what Harry hoped would happen.

Draco turned on his stool, accidentally brushing his knee up against Harry’s leg, sending a shiver up Draco’s spine.

“Look, Potter, don’t take it---”

Harry cut him off. “I’ve got to go. Thanks for lunch. I guess we’re even, then.” He stood and lingered for a minute, appearing as if he was going to say something else, but he didn’t.

“Oh, okay.” Draco knew he’d offended Harry. He hastily called after Harry as he walked toward the exit, “See you Friday?”

Harry stopped and turned around. “I’m not in then. With any luck, you won’t have to bump into me any more.” He turned back and walked out.

“Fuck it all,” Draco muttered to himself.

The barmaid cleared Harry’s dishes and paused, raising her eyebrows at Draco.

“What?” he asked sharply.

“Aren’t you going to go after him?” she smiled.

“What? No.” Draco scoffed at her ridiculous suggestion. He was not about to chase after Potter. If he got his feelings hurt, it was because he was a sappy Gryffindor.

“Aw, he just looked so . . .”

“So, what?” Draco mentally smacked himself for asking.

“Rejected.” The barmaid walked back to the kitchen when Draco scowled at her.

Rejected? Did Harry really look that way? In a way, Draco did reject him by saying he didn’t want to work with him. At least that’s the way it would appear to Harry. But it wasn’t as if Harry made any advances. In fact, he’d implied, first, that he didn’t find Draco attractive enough to want to work with anyway. So really, if anyone had been rejected, it was Draco.

The barmaid came back to pick up the money Draco left on the bar.

“Can I wrap that up for you?” she asked when she noticed he’d eaten less than half his meal.

“Huh? Oh, thanks,” Draco replied. Great, now he was distracted. By Potter of all people.

When the barmaid came back with his leftovers, she couldn’t resist offering her point of view. “I know it’s none of my business, but your friend eats here every day. He watches the door a lot, too. If I didn’t know any different, I’d say he was hoping for you to walk through it.”

Draco didn’t know what to say to that. How would she know anyway?

As if on cue, she said, “He asked about you a couple of times since you two first came in last week. Not that it’s any of my business,” she smiled.

The barmaid walked away without another word, leaving Draco to wonder if she was right. He dismissed it. There was no way Harry Potter could be interested in him. Not that way. Not after the things he said. Not after the way they used to torment each other. Sure, Draco developed a crush on him between sixth and seventh year. But he was Harry fucking Potter. Who didn’t have a crush on him? He was everyone’s hero, trying to rid the world of evil. Then, he’d saved Draco’s life when he could have let him die. He was literally Draco’s personal saviour.

“Fuck it all,” Draco repeated his earlier sentiment. And fuck Harry Potter for coming back into his life. He had a plan. The last thing he needed was to get sidetracked by a crush.

Draco left the pub and went home to his flat. Four more months and he could leave this boring muggle world and get on with his life. Where he could use magic any time he wanted. Away from Potter.
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