The Trouble with Drakes 16
Title: The Trouble With Drakes chapter 16
Author: stormyd55
Rating: NC-17...Yea! Smut!
Pairing: Bob/Harry...(may they make like horny bunnies for all time)
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: Sex in a public place.
Disclaimer: Not mine! But, oh how I wish they were (evil chuckle).
Word Count: approx. 3300
Summary: Harry and Bob have their first Date.
Author's Note: I always kind of wondered what a first date for Harry and Bob would be like.
Important Note! Still having difficulty creating links to previous chapters. So, anyone who wants to read the previous chapters, please click on my author tag. It will bring up everything I've written, but at least you'll be able to read the full story. I'm sorry I can't seem to get it to work right. I'm going to leave this note in every chapter for the benefit of new readers. Thank you for your patience.
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4
Title: The Trouble With Drakes 16
Author: stormyd55
Rating: NC-17...Yea! Smut!
Pairing: Bob/Harry... (may they make like horny bunnies for all time)
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: Sex in a public place.
Disclaimer: Not mine! But, oh how I wish they were (evil chuckle).
Word Count: approx. 3300
Summary: Harry and Bob have their first Date.
Author's Note: I always kind of wondered what a first date for Harry and Bob would be like.
*****
Harry couldn't seem to keep the silly grin off his face. Twenty minutes ago, he had had sex with the man of his dreams. Now, he was in the shower with that same man. They laughed as they tried to do several things at the same time. First, they were washing each other with soapy washcloths. Then they were touching each other with intimate caresses. Their slick, soapy bodies sliding against each other as sneaky hands slipped into secret places, inspiring little fits of laughter in between kisses.
Before Harry knew what was happening, Bob had him pinned against the shower wall, their bodies pressed and rubbing together in all the right places. By the time the hot water had run out, they had both come again and washed again. They spent the next fifteen minutes trying to get dressed while at the same time trying to prevent the other one from getting dressed.
Finally, they walked downstairs. Harry grabbed the newspaper and took a quick look at the movie section. "Hey, that classics theater on Canon Street is showing 'African Queen'. You wanna see that? Adventure for me, romance for you. What do you say?"
"Well, I've heard of it, though obviously I've never seen it. I'll defer to you on the choice of movie. However, for dinner, I would very much like to try Moroccan There's a restaurant near Lieutenant Murphy's precinct. I'd noticed it yesterday when I was arrested."
Harry eased over to Bob and gently pulled him close. "You weren't arrested. You were taken in for questioning." Despite his disagreement with them, he still felt a sense of duty to defend Murphy's actions. Although, at the same time, he'd like to kick her butt for what she did. He began to nuzzle Bob's ear to make up for any perceived betrayal.
Bob pulled away and glared at Harry. "I was shoved against a wall, handcuffed, dragged to a police station, refused food when I asked for it, questioned, and accused several times of your murder. Sounds like being arrested to me."
"Ok, I surrender. You were arrested and horribly abused. I promise", he began kissing Bob's jawline, "to make it up to you."
Bob's eyes drifted shut. He sighed and shivered. "I'll (gasp) hold you to that promise."
Eventually, they made it out the door and were walking down the street, hand in hand. Harry felt ten feet tall. He wanted the whole world, except maybe the High Council, to know that this was his boyfriend, his Bob. Just let anybody try to belittle that.
There wasn't anything of much interest to be found on the walk to Mike's garage. However, Bob did stop in front of a television repair shop. There were half a dozen TVs in the window, all set to the same sports channel. What captured his attention was the sport being shown. Sumo wrestling.
Amused, Harry stood behind him and watched as one enormous man tried to push another enormous man out of a circle. Despite the strangeness of it, there seemed to be an odd grace to it. It was more than just strength. There was a sense of power.
Bob said, "When I was a boy, similar sporting events were held during the Spring and Harvest festivals. Of course, those combatants didn't grow to such a size."
"You've traveled a lot, with various masters. Have you ever been to Japan?" inquired Harry.
"No. I've been all over Europe. The most exotic place I've been was St. Petersburg, Russia. Of course, my exposure to those places was limited. Its not as if I was able to go sight seeing." he said wryly. Then he looked thoughtful. "I think that, of all the cultures I've read about, the one that I'm most curious about is the Japanese. Someday, I would like to visit Japan, if at all possible."
"Why don't we start off with having dinner at a Japanese restaurant sometime next week. Ok?" Then he started walking again.
Bob rolled his eyes and hurried to catch up. He slipped his arm around Harry's waist and was unable to suppress his smile as Harry's arm went around his shoulders. They continued their walk to the garage in a companionable silence.
Once there, Harry paid Mike and introduced him to Bob. He let him know that, if the jeep ever broke down while Bob was driving, it was ok for Mike to tow and fix the vehicle, then bill Harry.
Bob looked a little stunned as they walked away. "Me? Drive the jeep?"
"Well, not right now. But I have every intention of teaching you. You need learn how to drive. Unless you want to take the bus everywhere. Cabs are expensive. And I can't always be there to chauffeur you around. Don't worry. Its not that hard."
"If you say so." Bob said in resignation. Remembering the traffic he'd seen over the last couple of days, he was not looking forward to his lessons. Maybe if he faked a nervous breakdown, Harry would let him off the hook. Cabs can't be that expensive. And he didn't want to waste his new life by dying in a traffic accident.
They arrived at the theater with ten minutes to spare. After getting Bob a bag of popcorn and an orange soda (he seemed determine to try something different every time he ate or drank anything), Harry guided him to the last row of seats at the back of the theater. There were only about a dozen other people in the large, dark room and they were all seated much closer to the screen. Bob looked inquiringly at Harry, obviously wanting to know why they were so far in the back. But Harry just smiled and refused to give an explanation.
They sat down and relaxed. Bob spent the next couple of minutes trying to keep Harry from stealing his popcorn. They laughed and exchanged a few insults. Harry talked about a few other, more modern movies he'd like Bob to see, such as all the Indiana Jones movies.
Bob shushed him as the lights dimmed to nothing and the curtain parted to reveal the opening credits. Bob was entranced. He was barely aware of eating his popcorn and drinking his soda. But he wasn't so lost in the movie that he wasn't aware of Harry's hand creeping over to his lap. He leaned back to give his lover easier access. He'd always been able to multi task, so enjoying the movie and Harry's ministrations at the same time was easy for him.
Harry had had every intention of watching the movie, but he'd seen it at least twice before and soon became bored. He'd chosen the back row because he had wanted to steal a kiss now and then, but a better idea soon came to him.
After several minutes of gently yet firmly massaging Bob's genitals to the point where Bob had set aside his drink and popcorn and was slouched in his seat, hands gripping the armrests, Harry had come to the conclusion that Bob was not human. He was obviously enjoying Harry's actions, and yet his eyes were still riveted to the movie screen.
About half way through the movie, he decided that it was time to get serious. He eased out of his seat and to his knees. He turned and slid over, so that he was positioned on the floor between Bob's knees. He nuzzled Bob's groin, much like he had done earlier that day. Then he undid his button and zip. This time, he didn't waste time playing through the material of his boxer-briefs. He just pulled Bob's penis free through the flap in the material, popped it into his mouth and sucked hard. Caught by surprise, Bob nearly leapt out of his seat. Fortunately, Harry was expecting that reaction and kept himself from accidentally biting down.
Harry gripped the base of Bob's penis with his left hand while his right hand worked at undoing his own button and zip. As his lips slid up and down the shaft, he squeezed and released the base in a gentle rhythm. He wanted to keep things simple to cut down on the possibility of being caught. He kept time with his own ministrations, working in empathy with Bob. Before he knew it, he had Bob squirming in his seat, unable to keep still. His teeth were clenched in an effort to remain silent. He came just as a whimper escaped his lips. Harry swallowed as quickly as he could and, a few seconds later, he came, spilling his semen under Bob's theater seat. Shaking, he slowly stood and bent to kiss Bob before returning to his own seat.
They both straightened their clothing. In the dim light, Harry wasn't sure, but he thought Bob might be blushing. Smirking, he leaned back to watch the rest of the movie. His smile deepened when he felt Bob's hand take hold of his and he heard a soft whisper, "I will have my revenge for that, Harry Dresden."
Now he grinned and replied, "I'm looking forward to it, Bob."
Other than holding his hand, Harry let Bob watch the rest of the movie. When it ended and the lights came up, Bob turned to Harry and said, "I rather enjoyed that, as well as... other activities." A wicked grin appeared on his face. "I meant what I said, Dresden. I will get even."
Harry just grinned and led Bob out of the theater. "Thanks to the popcorn, I'm not that hungry, yet. Are you?"
"Not yet. If we're not going to dinner, what would you like to do?"
Harry's eyes lit up. "I have an idea. You were curious about Lorne's ability to read people. Let's go to his club, Caritas."
Bob's eye brows lifted. "Yes, I think I'd like that."
Half an hour later, they entered Caritas. Being the middle of the week, the crowd was sparse. There was a slim, scaly yet feminine creature on stage singing. Harry couldn't understand the language. It didn't sound human, but it had a pleasant quality to it.
"Don't get too enchanted." Bob said, dryly. "She's singing about eating her lover. And not in a good way."
"Oh." Suddenly, not at all interested in hearing the rest of the song. He guided Bob over to the bar. There was a different young man bar tending that night. He made no offers of anything disgusting like yak's blood. He simply asked what they'd like to drink. Harry asked for a beer, where as Bob requested a glass of red wine. While they made their way to an empty table, Harry wondered idlely what Bob would be like if he got drunk.
Harry was brought out of his musings by Lorne's arrival. This time he was wearing a dark blue suit and tie with a rich red silk shirt. He was about to welcome them when he recognized Harry. "Oh, it's you. Are you gonna threaten me again tonight? Where's your little body guard?"
Harry winced. "I'm sorry about that, Lorne. Murphy's a little... intense. She takes her job very seriously. If I didn't help her find some kind of lead, she'd kick my ass. You saw what she's like. Do you blame me?"
Lorne sighed and sat down at their table. "No. I guess not. She reminds me of Angel, actually. He's one of those hero types I knew in L.A. You know, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. You'd have liked him." He nodded towards Bob and asked, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, damn, I'm sorry. Bob, this is Lorne. He owns Caritas. And Lorne, this is Bob." Harry looked almost shy and said, "He's my boyfriend."
He glanced at Bob out of the corner of his eye to see his reaction.
Startled, Bob shot him a look of surprise. Then his whole face lit up in delight. He turned back to Lorne, held out his hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
Lorne shook his hand. "Oh, just call me Lorne. And the pleasure is mine." Enthusiastically, Lorne turned to Harry. "I guess you handled some of those romance troubles all on your own, eh? So what do you say, are you gonna sing tonight. On stage, of course." he added hastily. "It's one thing if it's police business. It's quite another if it's personal."
Harry took a deep breath. He'd expected this and had been going over the only song he knew by heart in his head. He hoped that Bob would sing. He knew that Bob had a fantastic singing voice, and he didn't sing nearly enough to suit Harry. He looked inquiringly at the older man. "What do you think? I don't have much of a voice, but I'm willing if you are."
Bob's eyes went very wide. "You are? I have no problem with it. But, Harry, you do realize that you will be standing up there... on stage... singing... in front of an audience."
Harry winced a little at each point Bob made. "Yeah, Bob, I know. Are you trying to talk me out of it?"
Hastily, Bob said, "No. No. I just don't want to have to carry you home if you faint." He paused. "I am curious as to why you're willing to do this. I've known you a long time and it does seem somewhat out of character."
Harry slumped in his chair. "To be honest, I'm hoping to get a clue how we're gonna to handle the High Council about... you know."
"Umm, indeed. That will be tricky."
They both looked up at Lorne, who was leaning back in his chair with a silly grin on his face. "Is this 'boyfriend' thing new? Because you two act like you've been together for like forever. Its sooo cute."
Harry groaned and dropped his head to the table. Bob rolled his eyes at this display and turned back to Lorne. "We have been together forever, but the 'boyfriend' thing is new." Then he tilted his head. "Would you mind telling me about this gift of your's?"
"No problem. As I told Harry, I'm an empath demon. When I hear a person sing, I see their destiny, or in some cases, possible multiple destinies. I see whatever the Powers That Be decide to show me. Sometimes it's their future, sometimes it's a bit of their past. I try to help people find the path they're meant to be on. Sometimes, what I see isn't very pretty. But, sometimes, I can really help somebody straighten their life out."
Bob suddenly glared at Harry and said quickly, "Harry, get up there and start singing."
Harry chuckled, "Sorry, Bob, but I doubt Lorne's gonna come up with a quick fix for my life. You knew what you were getting into." They shared a smile, each remembering what had happened earlier that afternoon. Then Harry said to Lorne, "There's a little problem with my song. I think I'll have to sing it acappella. I seriously doubt that you have the music for this on that karaoke machine. Not to mention the fact that I'll probably blow it up."
Lorne looked from Harry to Bob, who said, wryly, "Oh, yes, unless you want to buy new equipment, I'd definitely turn that machine off before Harry gets anywhere near it. Or myself for that matter."
Unsure of what he was getting into, Lorne said, "Ok, do you mind telling me what you're going to sing?"
Harry said, "Do you remember that old movie 'Paint Your Wagon'? Clint Eastwood was in it and he actually sang, pretty good too. There was this sweet little song he did called 'I Talk To The Trees'. I've known it by heart since I was a teenager. I think I can sing it ok."
Enthusiastically, Lorne said, "I know that movie. It was really fun. And Clint could actually sing, who knew? Just give me a minute to turn my equipment off." He got up and scurried over to the stage.
A few minutes later, Harry was standing on stage. No equipment and no microphone. As nervous as he was, he was surprised the lights were still working. Bob and Lorne were standing close by so that they could easily hear him. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the words... and Bob.
I talk to the trees,
But they don't listen to me.
I talk to the stars,
But they never hear me.
The breeze hasn't time
To stop and hear what I say.
I talk to them all in vain.
But suddenly my words
Reach someone else's ear
And someone else's heart
Sings too.
I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me,
I suddenly see them come true.
I can see us on an April night,
Looking out upon a moonlit fog.
Having supper in the candle light,
Walking later, on and on.
And I tell you how I passed the day,
Thinking only how the night will be.
And I hope that you will always stay
Here with me.
I talk to the trees,
But they don't listen to me.
I talk to the stars,
But they never hear me.
The breeze hasn't time
To stop and hear what I say.
I talk to them all in vain.
But suddenly my words
Reach someone else's ear
And someone else's heart
Sings too.
I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me,
I suddenly see them come true.
It was a simple song, not that big of a range. It suited his voice well. He held the last note a few seconds and then let it go. He stood very still, not sure what he should do next. Then everyone in the room began clapping. Harry looked at Bob and saw that he was grinning ear to ear and his eyes were suspiciously moist. Well, at least he wasn't actually crying.
Harry climbed down from the stage and leaned in to kiss Bob on the cheek. Then he whispered, "Your turn."
Bob brushed his fingers down Harry's cheek in a light caress. Then he moved to go up on stage. He stood quietly for a moment as if gathering his thoughts, then he began to sing. Harry couldn't understand most of the words since it was in Gaelic. But Bob's beautiful, strong baritone was rich with emotion. It was obviously a love song. And the way Bob's eyes never left his, it was obviously meant for Harry. There was a deep longing in his voice. He'd been alone for so very long and... now he wasn't. Joy flowed through him and through his song. He'd never be alone again.
When his song ended, Bob was surprised when everyone, human and demon alike, stood and clapped in appreciation. He knew that Harry enjoyed his singing, but he'd never really thought of it as anything special. He could feel himself blush slightly as he made his way back to Lorne and Harry.
They returned to their table, but before Bob could sit down, Lorne took him by the elbow and said, "How about stepping over to the bar with me for a moment, umm? I always tell my customers about their readings in private. Harry, I'll speak to you next, ok?" Then he and Bob moved to stand by the bar.
Harry watched as Bob and Lorne spoke quietly together. Bob's brow furrowed and his expression was thoughtful. He didn't seem upset, but he was definitely pensive.
After a moment more of conversation, Lorne came over to Harry. Bob remained at the bar. When Lorne sat down, Harry almost lunged at him. "What did you tell him?"
"Now, now, it's Bob's reading to share with you or to keep to himself. Just as your's is. Speaking of which, are you ready to hear your's?"
Harry looked at him caustically. "I don't know. Last time you nearly ripped the rug out from under me. Not to mention that you were wrong. You said I'd never be with Bob."
Lorne smiled and said, "Uh uh. I said 'Sorry, Harry. But you're never gonna get with a dead guy.' Does he look dead to you? Doesn't look dead to me. The question is will he stay not looking dead. That's what you really want to know, isn't it?"
Disturbed, Harry simply replied, "Yes."
"I don't know. It depends on a lot of things. Most importantly, whether or not you can stop those Drakes from doing whatever it is they're planning to do. And no, I don't know what they're planning. What I do know is that, if you don't stop them, not just you and Bob, but a lot of other people are going to suffer. Right now, they need information and tools, but soon, they'll be ready for the big score. You stop those Drakes, and you and Bob got a chance of coming out of this alive and together." Then Lorne turned towards Bob, who was waiting patiently at the bar. He signaled for him to join them.
Returning to the table, Bob brought Harry another beer. He was quiet as he sat down, but, when Harry reached out to take his hand, he smiled reassuringly at the younger man. Then he looked at Lorne and said, "Thank you, Lorne. I must say that was... interesting."
Lorne laughed. "I know it doesn't make a whole lot of sense right now. Just give it time. It'll all become clear. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I think I'll mingle a little. Have a good evening."
After they said goodnight, Harry finished his beer, placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand. He gazed at Bob as he caressed the back of his hand with his thumb. "So, what did Lorne tell you?"
Bob hesitated, then said, "Oh, nothing of any significance. At least, nothing that will help with the Council. Although, he did say something rather odd. He told me not to forget to remove the roof of your jeep before we go after Lieutenant Murphy. He wouldn't, or couldn't, clarify. What do you think he meant?"
Puzzled, Harry sat up. "I don't know. The roof is detachable, but you never know if its gonna rain, so I always leave it on. It sounds like Murphy's gonna need our help with something, though. Hey, are you ready to get some dinner?"
Bob replied, "As a matter of fact, yes, I am rather hungry. Is Moroccan alright with you?"
"Sure. I've never tried it, so it'll be a first for both of us." This fact seemed to really please Bob.
They got up from their table and Harry paid the bill. Then they hurried off to try new things.
(To Be Continued.)
Author: stormyd55
Rating: NC-17...Yea! Smut!
Pairing: Bob/Harry...(may they make like horny bunnies for all time)
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: Sex in a public place.
Disclaimer: Not mine! But, oh how I wish they were (evil chuckle).
Word Count: approx. 3300
Summary: Harry and Bob have their first Date.
Author's Note: I always kind of wondered what a first date for Harry and Bob would be like.
Important Note! Still having difficulty creating links to previous chapters. So, anyone who wants to read the previous chapters, please click on my author tag. It will bring up everything I've written, but at least you'll be able to read the full story. I'm sorry I can't seem to get it to work right. I'm going to leave this note in every chapter for the benefit of new readers. Thank you for your patience.
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4
Title: The Trouble With Drakes 16
Author: stormyd55
Rating: NC-17...Yea! Smut!
Pairing: Bob/Harry... (may they make like horny bunnies for all time)
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: Sex in a public place.
Disclaimer: Not mine! But, oh how I wish they were (evil chuckle).
Word Count: approx. 3300
Summary: Harry and Bob have their first Date.
Author's Note: I always kind of wondered what a first date for Harry and Bob would be like.
*****
Harry couldn't seem to keep the silly grin off his face. Twenty minutes ago, he had had sex with the man of his dreams. Now, he was in the shower with that same man. They laughed as they tried to do several things at the same time. First, they were washing each other with soapy washcloths. Then they were touching each other with intimate caresses. Their slick, soapy bodies sliding against each other as sneaky hands slipped into secret places, inspiring little fits of laughter in between kisses.
Before Harry knew what was happening, Bob had him pinned against the shower wall, their bodies pressed and rubbing together in all the right places. By the time the hot water had run out, they had both come again and washed again. They spent the next fifteen minutes trying to get dressed while at the same time trying to prevent the other one from getting dressed.
Finally, they walked downstairs. Harry grabbed the newspaper and took a quick look at the movie section. "Hey, that classics theater on Canon Street is showing 'African Queen'. You wanna see that? Adventure for me, romance for you. What do you say?"
"Well, I've heard of it, though obviously I've never seen it. I'll defer to you on the choice of movie. However, for dinner, I would very much like to try Moroccan There's a restaurant near Lieutenant Murphy's precinct. I'd noticed it yesterday when I was arrested."
Harry eased over to Bob and gently pulled him close. "You weren't arrested. You were taken in for questioning." Despite his disagreement with them, he still felt a sense of duty to defend Murphy's actions. Although, at the same time, he'd like to kick her butt for what she did. He began to nuzzle Bob's ear to make up for any perceived betrayal.
Bob pulled away and glared at Harry. "I was shoved against a wall, handcuffed, dragged to a police station, refused food when I asked for it, questioned, and accused several times of your murder. Sounds like being arrested to me."
"Ok, I surrender. You were arrested and horribly abused. I promise", he began kissing Bob's jawline, "to make it up to you."
Bob's eyes drifted shut. He sighed and shivered. "I'll (gasp) hold you to that promise."
Eventually, they made it out the door and were walking down the street, hand in hand. Harry felt ten feet tall. He wanted the whole world, except maybe the High Council, to know that this was his boyfriend, his Bob. Just let anybody try to belittle that.
There wasn't anything of much interest to be found on the walk to Mike's garage. However, Bob did stop in front of a television repair shop. There were half a dozen TVs in the window, all set to the same sports channel. What captured his attention was the sport being shown. Sumo wrestling.
Amused, Harry stood behind him and watched as one enormous man tried to push another enormous man out of a circle. Despite the strangeness of it, there seemed to be an odd grace to it. It was more than just strength. There was a sense of power.
Bob said, "When I was a boy, similar sporting events were held during the Spring and Harvest festivals. Of course, those combatants didn't grow to such a size."
"You've traveled a lot, with various masters. Have you ever been to Japan?" inquired Harry.
"No. I've been all over Europe. The most exotic place I've been was St. Petersburg, Russia. Of course, my exposure to those places was limited. Its not as if I was able to go sight seeing." he said wryly. Then he looked thoughtful. "I think that, of all the cultures I've read about, the one that I'm most curious about is the Japanese. Someday, I would like to visit Japan, if at all possible."
"Why don't we start off with having dinner at a Japanese restaurant sometime next week. Ok?" Then he started walking again.
Bob rolled his eyes and hurried to catch up. He slipped his arm around Harry's waist and was unable to suppress his smile as Harry's arm went around his shoulders. They continued their walk to the garage in a companionable silence.
Once there, Harry paid Mike and introduced him to Bob. He let him know that, if the jeep ever broke down while Bob was driving, it was ok for Mike to tow and fix the vehicle, then bill Harry.
Bob looked a little stunned as they walked away. "Me? Drive the jeep?"
"Well, not right now. But I have every intention of teaching you. You need learn how to drive. Unless you want to take the bus everywhere. Cabs are expensive. And I can't always be there to chauffeur you around. Don't worry. Its not that hard."
"If you say so." Bob said in resignation. Remembering the traffic he'd seen over the last couple of days, he was not looking forward to his lessons. Maybe if he faked a nervous breakdown, Harry would let him off the hook. Cabs can't be that expensive. And he didn't want to waste his new life by dying in a traffic accident.
They arrived at the theater with ten minutes to spare. After getting Bob a bag of popcorn and an orange soda (he seemed determine to try something different every time he ate or drank anything), Harry guided him to the last row of seats at the back of the theater. There were only about a dozen other people in the large, dark room and they were all seated much closer to the screen. Bob looked inquiringly at Harry, obviously wanting to know why they were so far in the back. But Harry just smiled and refused to give an explanation.
They sat down and relaxed. Bob spent the next couple of minutes trying to keep Harry from stealing his popcorn. They laughed and exchanged a few insults. Harry talked about a few other, more modern movies he'd like Bob to see, such as all the Indiana Jones movies.
Bob shushed him as the lights dimmed to nothing and the curtain parted to reveal the opening credits. Bob was entranced. He was barely aware of eating his popcorn and drinking his soda. But he wasn't so lost in the movie that he wasn't aware of Harry's hand creeping over to his lap. He leaned back to give his lover easier access. He'd always been able to multi task, so enjoying the movie and Harry's ministrations at the same time was easy for him.
Harry had had every intention of watching the movie, but he'd seen it at least twice before and soon became bored. He'd chosen the back row because he had wanted to steal a kiss now and then, but a better idea soon came to him.
After several minutes of gently yet firmly massaging Bob's genitals to the point where Bob had set aside his drink and popcorn and was slouched in his seat, hands gripping the armrests, Harry had come to the conclusion that Bob was not human. He was obviously enjoying Harry's actions, and yet his eyes were still riveted to the movie screen.
About half way through the movie, he decided that it was time to get serious. He eased out of his seat and to his knees. He turned and slid over, so that he was positioned on the floor between Bob's knees. He nuzzled Bob's groin, much like he had done earlier that day. Then he undid his button and zip. This time, he didn't waste time playing through the material of his boxer-briefs. He just pulled Bob's penis free through the flap in the material, popped it into his mouth and sucked hard. Caught by surprise, Bob nearly leapt out of his seat. Fortunately, Harry was expecting that reaction and kept himself from accidentally biting down.
Harry gripped the base of Bob's penis with his left hand while his right hand worked at undoing his own button and zip. As his lips slid up and down the shaft, he squeezed and released the base in a gentle rhythm. He wanted to keep things simple to cut down on the possibility of being caught. He kept time with his own ministrations, working in empathy with Bob. Before he knew it, he had Bob squirming in his seat, unable to keep still. His teeth were clenched in an effort to remain silent. He came just as a whimper escaped his lips. Harry swallowed as quickly as he could and, a few seconds later, he came, spilling his semen under Bob's theater seat. Shaking, he slowly stood and bent to kiss Bob before returning to his own seat.
They both straightened their clothing. In the dim light, Harry wasn't sure, but he thought Bob might be blushing. Smirking, he leaned back to watch the rest of the movie. His smile deepened when he felt Bob's hand take hold of his and he heard a soft whisper, "I will have my revenge for that, Harry Dresden."
Now he grinned and replied, "I'm looking forward to it, Bob."
Other than holding his hand, Harry let Bob watch the rest of the movie. When it ended and the lights came up, Bob turned to Harry and said, "I rather enjoyed that, as well as... other activities." A wicked grin appeared on his face. "I meant what I said, Dresden. I will get even."
Harry just grinned and led Bob out of the theater. "Thanks to the popcorn, I'm not that hungry, yet. Are you?"
"Not yet. If we're not going to dinner, what would you like to do?"
Harry's eyes lit up. "I have an idea. You were curious about Lorne's ability to read people. Let's go to his club, Caritas."
Bob's eye brows lifted. "Yes, I think I'd like that."
Half an hour later, they entered Caritas. Being the middle of the week, the crowd was sparse. There was a slim, scaly yet feminine creature on stage singing. Harry couldn't understand the language. It didn't sound human, but it had a pleasant quality to it.
"Don't get too enchanted." Bob said, dryly. "She's singing about eating her lover. And not in a good way."
"Oh." Suddenly, not at all interested in hearing the rest of the song. He guided Bob over to the bar. There was a different young man bar tending that night. He made no offers of anything disgusting like yak's blood. He simply asked what they'd like to drink. Harry asked for a beer, where as Bob requested a glass of red wine. While they made their way to an empty table, Harry wondered idlely what Bob would be like if he got drunk.
Harry was brought out of his musings by Lorne's arrival. This time he was wearing a dark blue suit and tie with a rich red silk shirt. He was about to welcome them when he recognized Harry. "Oh, it's you. Are you gonna threaten me again tonight? Where's your little body guard?"
Harry winced. "I'm sorry about that, Lorne. Murphy's a little... intense. She takes her job very seriously. If I didn't help her find some kind of lead, she'd kick my ass. You saw what she's like. Do you blame me?"
Lorne sighed and sat down at their table. "No. I guess not. She reminds me of Angel, actually. He's one of those hero types I knew in L.A. You know, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. You'd have liked him." He nodded towards Bob and asked, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, damn, I'm sorry. Bob, this is Lorne. He owns Caritas. And Lorne, this is Bob." Harry looked almost shy and said, "He's my boyfriend."
He glanced at Bob out of the corner of his eye to see his reaction.
Startled, Bob shot him a look of surprise. Then his whole face lit up in delight. He turned back to Lorne, held out his hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
Lorne shook his hand. "Oh, just call me Lorne. And the pleasure is mine." Enthusiastically, Lorne turned to Harry. "I guess you handled some of those romance troubles all on your own, eh? So what do you say, are you gonna sing tonight. On stage, of course." he added hastily. "It's one thing if it's police business. It's quite another if it's personal."
Harry took a deep breath. He'd expected this and had been going over the only song he knew by heart in his head. He hoped that Bob would sing. He knew that Bob had a fantastic singing voice, and he didn't sing nearly enough to suit Harry. He looked inquiringly at the older man. "What do you think? I don't have much of a voice, but I'm willing if you are."
Bob's eyes went very wide. "You are? I have no problem with it. But, Harry, you do realize that you will be standing up there... on stage... singing... in front of an audience."
Harry winced a little at each point Bob made. "Yeah, Bob, I know. Are you trying to talk me out of it?"
Hastily, Bob said, "No. No. I just don't want to have to carry you home if you faint." He paused. "I am curious as to why you're willing to do this. I've known you a long time and it does seem somewhat out of character."
Harry slumped in his chair. "To be honest, I'm hoping to get a clue how we're gonna to handle the High Council about... you know."
"Umm, indeed. That will be tricky."
They both looked up at Lorne, who was leaning back in his chair with a silly grin on his face. "Is this 'boyfriend' thing new? Because you two act like you've been together for like forever. Its sooo cute."
Harry groaned and dropped his head to the table. Bob rolled his eyes at this display and turned back to Lorne. "We have been together forever, but the 'boyfriend' thing is new." Then he tilted his head. "Would you mind telling me about this gift of your's?"
"No problem. As I told Harry, I'm an empath demon. When I hear a person sing, I see their destiny, or in some cases, possible multiple destinies. I see whatever the Powers That Be decide to show me. Sometimes it's their future, sometimes it's a bit of their past. I try to help people find the path they're meant to be on. Sometimes, what I see isn't very pretty. But, sometimes, I can really help somebody straighten their life out."
Bob suddenly glared at Harry and said quickly, "Harry, get up there and start singing."
Harry chuckled, "Sorry, Bob, but I doubt Lorne's gonna come up with a quick fix for my life. You knew what you were getting into." They shared a smile, each remembering what had happened earlier that afternoon. Then Harry said to Lorne, "There's a little problem with my song. I think I'll have to sing it acappella. I seriously doubt that you have the music for this on that karaoke machine. Not to mention the fact that I'll probably blow it up."
Lorne looked from Harry to Bob, who said, wryly, "Oh, yes, unless you want to buy new equipment, I'd definitely turn that machine off before Harry gets anywhere near it. Or myself for that matter."
Unsure of what he was getting into, Lorne said, "Ok, do you mind telling me what you're going to sing?"
Harry said, "Do you remember that old movie 'Paint Your Wagon'? Clint Eastwood was in it and he actually sang, pretty good too. There was this sweet little song he did called 'I Talk To The Trees'. I've known it by heart since I was a teenager. I think I can sing it ok."
Enthusiastically, Lorne said, "I know that movie. It was really fun. And Clint could actually sing, who knew? Just give me a minute to turn my equipment off." He got up and scurried over to the stage.
A few minutes later, Harry was standing on stage. No equipment and no microphone. As nervous as he was, he was surprised the lights were still working. Bob and Lorne were standing close by so that they could easily hear him. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the words... and Bob.
I talk to the trees,
But they don't listen to me.
I talk to the stars,
But they never hear me.
The breeze hasn't time
To stop and hear what I say.
I talk to them all in vain.
But suddenly my words
Reach someone else's ear
And someone else's heart
Sings too.
I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me,
I suddenly see them come true.
I can see us on an April night,
Looking out upon a moonlit fog.
Having supper in the candle light,
Walking later, on and on.
And I tell you how I passed the day,
Thinking only how the night will be.
And I hope that you will always stay
Here with me.
I talk to the trees,
But they don't listen to me.
I talk to the stars,
But they never hear me.
The breeze hasn't time
To stop and hear what I say.
I talk to them all in vain.
But suddenly my words
Reach someone else's ear
And someone else's heart
Sings too.
I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me,
I suddenly see them come true.
It was a simple song, not that big of a range. It suited his voice well. He held the last note a few seconds and then let it go. He stood very still, not sure what he should do next. Then everyone in the room began clapping. Harry looked at Bob and saw that he was grinning ear to ear and his eyes were suspiciously moist. Well, at least he wasn't actually crying.
Harry climbed down from the stage and leaned in to kiss Bob on the cheek. Then he whispered, "Your turn."
Bob brushed his fingers down Harry's cheek in a light caress. Then he moved to go up on stage. He stood quietly for a moment as if gathering his thoughts, then he began to sing. Harry couldn't understand most of the words since it was in Gaelic. But Bob's beautiful, strong baritone was rich with emotion. It was obviously a love song. And the way Bob's eyes never left his, it was obviously meant for Harry. There was a deep longing in his voice. He'd been alone for so very long and... now he wasn't. Joy flowed through him and through his song. He'd never be alone again.
When his song ended, Bob was surprised when everyone, human and demon alike, stood and clapped in appreciation. He knew that Harry enjoyed his singing, but he'd never really thought of it as anything special. He could feel himself blush slightly as he made his way back to Lorne and Harry.
They returned to their table, but before Bob could sit down, Lorne took him by the elbow and said, "How about stepping over to the bar with me for a moment, umm? I always tell my customers about their readings in private. Harry, I'll speak to you next, ok?" Then he and Bob moved to stand by the bar.
Harry watched as Bob and Lorne spoke quietly together. Bob's brow furrowed and his expression was thoughtful. He didn't seem upset, but he was definitely pensive.
After a moment more of conversation, Lorne came over to Harry. Bob remained at the bar. When Lorne sat down, Harry almost lunged at him. "What did you tell him?"
"Now, now, it's Bob's reading to share with you or to keep to himself. Just as your's is. Speaking of which, are you ready to hear your's?"
Harry looked at him caustically. "I don't know. Last time you nearly ripped the rug out from under me. Not to mention that you were wrong. You said I'd never be with Bob."
Lorne smiled and said, "Uh uh. I said 'Sorry, Harry. But you're never gonna get with a dead guy.' Does he look dead to you? Doesn't look dead to me. The question is will he stay not looking dead. That's what you really want to know, isn't it?"
Disturbed, Harry simply replied, "Yes."
"I don't know. It depends on a lot of things. Most importantly, whether or not you can stop those Drakes from doing whatever it is they're planning to do. And no, I don't know what they're planning. What I do know is that, if you don't stop them, not just you and Bob, but a lot of other people are going to suffer. Right now, they need information and tools, but soon, they'll be ready for the big score. You stop those Drakes, and you and Bob got a chance of coming out of this alive and together." Then Lorne turned towards Bob, who was waiting patiently at the bar. He signaled for him to join them.
Returning to the table, Bob brought Harry another beer. He was quiet as he sat down, but, when Harry reached out to take his hand, he smiled reassuringly at the younger man. Then he looked at Lorne and said, "Thank you, Lorne. I must say that was... interesting."
Lorne laughed. "I know it doesn't make a whole lot of sense right now. Just give it time. It'll all become clear. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I think I'll mingle a little. Have a good evening."
After they said goodnight, Harry finished his beer, placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand. He gazed at Bob as he caressed the back of his hand with his thumb. "So, what did Lorne tell you?"
Bob hesitated, then said, "Oh, nothing of any significance. At least, nothing that will help with the Council. Although, he did say something rather odd. He told me not to forget to remove the roof of your jeep before we go after Lieutenant Murphy. He wouldn't, or couldn't, clarify. What do you think he meant?"
Puzzled, Harry sat up. "I don't know. The roof is detachable, but you never know if its gonna rain, so I always leave it on. It sounds like Murphy's gonna need our help with something, though. Hey, are you ready to get some dinner?"
Bob replied, "As a matter of fact, yes, I am rather hungry. Is Moroccan alright with you?"
"Sure. I've never tried it, so it'll be a first for both of us." This fact seemed to really please Bob.
They got up from their table and Harry paid the bill. Then they hurried off to try new things.
(To Be Continued.)