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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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Harry walked in to the studio at half eleven Thursday morning, still angry with himself for letting Malfoy get to him. It was better that they didn’t work together, of course. It wasn’t as if Harry wanted to work with him, he just didn’t think it would be that bad if he did. Well, maybe he did want to, just a bit. Just to see. After all, it had been Draco Malfoy that caused him to question his sexuality in the first place. Every encounter they had was so charged with tension and emotion. If Harry really hadn’t given a rat’s arse about Malfoy, he would have felt nothing at nearly killing him. In the split seconds after hitting him with the Sectum Sempra, before Snape showed up, Harry panicked. An ache went through him at the thought of never again sparring with his nemesis, never feeling the exhilaration of the chase, or being chased. Never again see those smoldering grey eyes. Harry realized he would miss him as much as he would any of his friends. He wondered if he would miss Ginny as much as Malfoy. He couldn’t be sure about that, but he’d had a brief thought that he may rather kiss Draco than Ginny. It was a thought he didn’t allow himself to indulge very often.

Then after rescuing Malfoy from the Room of Requirement, Harry became almost obsessed. He followed the trials after the war, which no one found unusual of course. But Harry was there only to see the Slytherin prince, to watch him. And when he had the chance to help him stay out of prison, Harry was more than willing.

He was so confused about his feelings. How could he have feelings for someone who hated him? Someone Harry was supposed to hate. Malfoy was a Death Eater, he’d done bad things and treated Harry and his friends terribly. And yet, Harry thought he caught glimpses of regret and remorse. And he even imagined Draco gazed at him from time to time. But that couldn’t be.

Was it just Malfoy or was it all boys? The first time he picked up a man in a muggle pub, Harry knew. He hadn’t had sex with any girls at that point, but he didn’t think it could possibly be as good as with that man. And so began his descent into a life of one-offs and drinking.

Once he’d told Ron and Hermione about his revelation, he thought he would feel better, having gotten it off his chest. But Ron grew distant and Hermione constantly lectured him on the dangers of promiscuity. She told him he should be looking for love, not simply shagging anyone he met. She didn’t understand. After years of stress, abuse and generally feeling bad, he needed to feel good. The boys and men he hooked up with made him feel good. At least temporarily. He broke off with Ginny and saw his friends less and less. Before he knew it, he was living like a muggle, anonymously, away from the watchful eye of the Wizarding World.

Everything was going fine. Until he saw Malfoy again. And all those ridiculous feelings came back. If only Malfoy hadn’t looked so damned good. When the war ended, he was gaunt and pale, paler than usual. He’d filled out a bit since then and Harry was almost positive he was taller as well. His platinum locks were trimmed into a modern style and he fit in perfectly with the others at the studio. Except that he stood out. No one else, not even Jake with his bleached hair, was as blond. And no one else’s eyes held the same intensity.

Now that he had tasted Draco’s kisses, even if unwillingly given, he wasn’t going to be able to forget about him. He wanted more than anything, to taste him again.

Harry was lucky that morning. He would be working with Jake and Terence again. Jake was easy to get going for---easy on the eyes and the American accent was endearing.

Still not hard core, the performance went well. Oral sex was always a favorite. The shoot went quickly and the boys showered off, all the while, carrying on friendly conversation. Harry watched Jake leave the locker room afterward. Jake had a fine arse that he enjoyed watching. It was a shame they were discouraged from pursuing relationships at work. He and Jake had chemistry. He considered inviting Jake to the pub with him, but put it out of his mind. He didn’t need a relationship now anyway. Not while he had inappropriate thoughts of Malfoy.

“Hey, Harry!” Jake called as Harry left the locker room. “I was just talking to Robert. He was really pleased with our clips. He’s scheduling us Monday for a feature.”

“A feature?” Harry questioned.

“Yeah, you know, the whole deal.” He nudged Harry. “We finally get to fuck. There’s even gonna be a small script,” he laughed. He knew how corny most of the scripts were.

“Brilliant,” Harry smiled. Jake seemed a bit more enthusiastic than Harry. But Harry was glad it would be Jake he was making his first feature with. He was comfortable with him.

“See you Monday, Harry,” Jake clapped him on the back and left the studio.

“Oi, Harry,” What now? Harry thought. It was Terence. “Can you come in tomorrow? Just for a quick one?”

“Uh, I guess.”

“I know you’re not scheduled, and you have a longer shoot on Monday, but Robert wants me to get a good cum shot with you. Sorry.” He had a guilty expression, but something told Harry that if Robert wanted something, he wanted it right away. He didn’t want Terence to take any heat if he refused, so he agreed.

Besides, Harry didn’t really have anything better to do. He’d been going to the pub everyday. He was on his way there now. The same pub he and Draco had gone. The same one Harry walked out of. He shook his head at his own childishness. He wondered what Draco thought about Harry’s reaction.

The barmaid who’d waited on him all that week smiled as he walked in. She had a menu ready for him, as well as a pint poured.

“How are you today, love?” she asked.

He shrugged and took a swig of lager.

“Lunch today?” she asked.

Harry thought about it. He almost ordered the grilled chicken butty and fruit platter.

“Fuck it, bring me the fish and chips.” He was still feeling sorry for himself and was in dire need of comfort food. He deliberately decide to ignore Draco’s remark about watching what he ate.

“What’s your name?” Harry asked the barmaid.

“Penny,” she smiled. “What’s yours?”

“Harry.”

“Another pint, Harry?”

“Nah. Maybe a Coke? Make it a diet,” he said, feeling guilty for ordering fried food. Damned Malfoy.

Penny moved down the bar a bit to pour out Harry’s drink, watching him the whole time. She placed a beer mat, then his drink down.

“You look lost in thought today,” Penny observed.

“Huh? Yeah.”

Penny leaned an elbow on the bar. “You know, barmaids are great listeners. It’s actually, sort of, part of the job.”

He looked thoughtfully at her. She had a kind face and guessed she was probably used to hearing all sorts of stories from customers. His wouldn’t be anything new. Except that his unrequited crush was another man. But he suspected she’d know that already.

“I’m good, thanks,” Harry replied as Penny placed his platter down in front of him.

He took a bite of fish. “Mm. ‘sgoob,” he said with his mouth full.

Penny laughed, “I’ll be sure to tell the chef.”

She mindlessly wiped the already clean bar down. Harry was the only customer at the time and commanded her full attention.

“If it helps,” she finally had to say something. “I think he felt really bad for whatever he said to you yesterday.”

Harry blinked. “Sorry? Were you listening to our conversation?” He panicked, trying to think what she may have heard.

“No, no. After you left, we spoke a bit,” Penny confessed.

Harry perked up. They talked about him?

“What did he say?” Harry tried to sound nonchalant.

“It wasn’t so much what he said as how he looked as you walked out,” she told him. “Then he had the rest of his lunch wrapped up, cursed to himself and left.”

Harry didn’t think that sounded like much to be encouraged about.

“Mind if I ask you something?” the barmaid questioned.

Harry shrugged and nodded.

“Clearly, there’s something between you two. Why fight it?”

“There is something between us,” Harry confessed. “But not what you think.”

Penny patiently continued wiping the bar, waiting for Harry to carry on. She knew from experience that the best way to get people talking was to listen.

“We’ve known each other for years. As rivals.” Harry sighed. “Hadn’t seen him in over a year. Now I seem to run into him constantly. I was hoping maybe we could be friends, but I don’t think he wants that.”

“No,” Penny agreed. “I think he wants more than that.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up. “What makes you say that?”

“Like I said, it’s more the look on his face than anything he said.” Penny stopped wiping the bar and threw the towel into the corner bin. “Dessert? The treacle pudding is the best.”

Harry’s mind wandered for a moment, wondering if Draco knew how to make that.

“No, thanks, just the bill, please. Could I have this wrapped up?” Harry had eaten only half his meal. “It was really good, but I’ve been watching myself lately,” he smiled and patted his stomach.

“You look just fine to me,” she winked. Too bad he plays for the other team, she thought to herself.

“Thanks,” Harry smiled. “And thanks for trying. I’m sure you usually give excellent advice, but in this case, you’re wrong.”

Penny handed him the bill. He took it from her, but she didn’t let go. Harry cocked his head, puzzled as he tried to pry the paper from her.

She leaned forward a bit. “Well, in that case, does your door swing both ways?”

“My door?”

She winked at him and let go of the paper. His jaw dropped. “Oh. You mean . . . I’m flattered, really. And you’re perfectly pleasant. I do enjoy your company. But, no, my door doesn’t swing both ways. I’ve already tried that.”

Penny shrugged. “It was worth a try,” she grinned. “You sure are a looker. That guy’s a nutter if he doesn’t want you.”

Harry chuckled, “Thanks. See you tomorrow?”

“Oh, I’m off tomorrow. But I’ll be here Saturday.”

“I guess I need to learn how to cook, huh?” Harry joked. “When you’re at the pub more often than the barmaid---it’s not a good sign.”

Penny waved at Harry as he left. Why are all the cute, sensitive ones gay? she sighed.

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Harry strolled into the studio at almost two o’clock. Terence told him there was no hurry, so Harry slept in later than usual. He was also aware that Draco was scheduled to come in and was hoping to avoid him. With any luck, Draco would be finished and out of there by the time Harry arrived.

Terence left Harry in one of the rooms alone, giving him time to . . . prepare for his shoot. No pun intended.

All Harry could think about was his conversation with Penny the day before. Thinking about her definitely wasn’t getting him anywhere. He sat unclothed, on the couch waiting for inspiration. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch.

He heard the click of the door open and close.

Without opening his eyes, Harry spoke. “Terence, I’m sorry. I’m having a bit of trouble.” Harry sighed. “It’s been a while since I had to do this on my own, if you know what I mean.” Harry chuckled. Even to him, that statement sounded a bit arrogant.

“Need a hand?”

Harry’s eyes popped open and he instinctively covered himself with his hands at the sound of Draco’s voice.

“Didn’t mean to scare you Potter. I just came in to get my bag. What are you doing here? I thought you said you weren’t scheduled.”

“I wasn’t. I’m just in for . . . um, uh . . .”

“I can figure it out by what you said earlier,” Draco smirked. He boldly sat down next to Harry.

“Not in the mood?”

“Fuck off, Malfoy.” He said it with no bite.

Harry closed his eyes and rested his head back on the couch again, trying to tune Malfoy out. Even though his presence was giving him a fluttery feeling in his belly and making his heart beat just a little bit faster, he wished Malfoy would go away. The last thing Harry wanted was for Malfoy to see him getting aroused. Harry’s hands were still covering his once private--now public--parts, but he wouldn’t be able to hide a full hard on.

But Draco didn’t leave. In fact, he kept talking. “About yesterday . . . “

“Forgotten,” Harry said before Malfoy could elaborate.

Harry effectively shut down whatever Draco was planning to say. They sat in silence while Harry willed Draco to leave.

“There’s no trick, you know.” Malfoy finally broke the silence. “Other than your imagination.”

“I imagine you’re leaving, then,” Harry said without opening his eyes.

Draco chuckled softly. “Try imagining someone who turns you on instead. A past lover, current lover, a secret crush perhaps? Imagine he, or she, is sitting next to you.”

Harry licked his lips. “Is that what you do?”

“Yes,” Draco admitted. “Picture him close enough to touch, but not touching you, whispering in your ear, telling you how delicious you look right now. His breath is warm on your neck.”

Harry’s mouth fell open as his breaths became shallow and quick. Draco’s silk shirt brushed lightly across Harry’s arm. Even through the shirt Draco could feel the warmth of Harry’s body.

“Do you want him to kiss you?” Draco asked.

“Yes,” Harry whimpered.

Draco’s pressed his mouth against Harry’s neck, sending a jolt that went straight to his own cock. Harry’s breathing became heavier as Draco continued to place soft wet kisses on his neck and down his chest.

Feeling bold, Draco asked, “Do you want him to touch you?”

“Yes,” Harry’s voice was barely a whisper. His hands dropped from his lap, revealing a growing erection.

Draco’s hand tentatively wrapped around Harry’s hardening organ. He half expected Harry to shove him away and curse at him. Instead, he let out a small moan.

Stroking and kissing a trail along Harry’s body, Draco’s own body was responding in kind.

He knew it was a perverted thing he was doing, but Draco couldn’t help himself. If Harry had protested, he would have stopped. Getting close to Harry under the guise of helping him prepare for his shoot was the ideal cover for his infatuation. Blokes helped each other all the time in the studio. Sometimes it was a necessity. He tried to convince himself that was all he was doing--helping. But it took all of his willpower not to pounce on an unsuspecting Harry.

After a few more minutes of quiet, save for the occasional sounds of sucking against Harry’s skin and labored breathing, Harry finally spoke.

“Malfoy.” His voice was soft and breathy.

Draco’s eyes flew open, disbelieving what he heard.

Again, Harry spoke, clearer this time and not at all breathy, “Malfoy, you can stop. I’m, I’m good. I can take it from here.”

Composing himself, Malfoy released Harry and scooted a foot or two away. When he was sure his voice wouldn’t give him away, he said in his usual arrogant tone, “Glad to be of service.”

He felt he pulled himself together well, aside from the huge bulge in his blue jeans. He quickly got up and retrieved his bag from the corner, keeping his back to Harry.

Terence walked into the room, unaware of the tension between the other two.

“You ready, Harry?” he asked. He nodded to Draco as he left without another word.

By the time Harry opened his eyes, Malfoy was gone.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”

Terence instructed Harry where to stand while he adjusted cameras. He also readied the high speed digital camera for stills.

“Rolling,” Terence said when set up was complete. “Oh, and could you give me a warning. I don’t want to be zoomed out for the money shot.”

“Do you want me to just say it?”

“That’s fine. Or you could play it up a bit. You know, make some noise or something.”

Very self consciously, Harry began stroking himself. His mind wandered to Malfoy sitting on the couch, touching him, whispering in his ear.

This isn’t going to take long at all, he thought to himself. He was already close. He tried to forget that Terence was there and retreated back into the fantasy in his mind. Harry wanked himself good and generally, put on a nice show.

“Oh, yeah,” he grunted. “I’m gonna cum.”

Terence began snapping photos after he checked to make sure at least two of the other cameras were zoomed in.

With a long groan, Harry shot his load hard, spurting out over and over in front of the black background Terence had set up. The lighting made it look as if Harry’s cum was glowing. Harry pumped until the last dribble was squeezed out.

Sighing heavily, Harry opened his eyes and came back to reality.

“That was great. I don’t think we need another take,” Terence told him.

“I couldn’t do that again any time soon, anyway,” Harry laughed.

“No need, mate,” Terence smiled. “You’re done for today.”

Harry looked at the floor and frowned. “What about that?”

Terence followed Harry’s gaze. “Don’t worry about that. That’s why we pay maintenance the big bucks.” Terence shook his head and laughed. “Most blokes don’t worry about cleaning up after themselves. You’re something else, Harry.”

“Old habits die hard,” Harry commented. Having to clean up after the Dursleys had ingrained in Harry the need to tidy up after himself.

“Oi, I almost forgot. Robert pushed you and Jake back to Wednesday, so you’ve got the next four days off,” Terence called to Harry walked out the door. “I promise I won’t call you back in.”

“Brilliant. Thanks,” Harry answered.

Although he wasn’t particularly messy, Harry showered and changed into fresh clothes before heading out. It was a moderately warm day and the sun poked out from behind the clouds occasionally, putting Harry in a better mood. He glanced at his watch. Forty past three. Harry turned right after going down the front steps and began walking home.
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