Two in one day!
Title: Carmel
Author: stevielichous
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry has defeated Voldemort and moved to the United States to escape his fame. What will happen when he runs into a person from his past?
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Categories: angst, romance
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm making no profit from doing this, and all that jazz. "Justify My Love" lyrics Lenny Kravitz and Madonna.
Author Notes: If you haven't heard "Justify My Love," go listen to it now, before Harry sings it, 'cuz it's hot.
Carmel, chapter 5
They’d been at the karaoke bar for about an hour, long enough so that Harry had seen four transsexuals do their routine to “Lady Marmalade” (which they had clearly practiced), Brianna and Alison try to sing some Brittney Spears song without laughing, and Amber lead the bar in “YMCA.” Harry thought that it was time for a slower song, and since he was drunkitty drunk drunk, he figured he’d be just the man to sing one.
Harry flipped through the list of available songs and found the perfect one for his mood- slow, sexy, just what he needed. He picked up the microphone and waited for the music to start. When the beat began, all the Madonna fans in the house cheered appreciatively and the crowd let the sensual music move their bodies. Harry sang in a bedroom voice that was low and deadly with intent- the drinks he’d had earlier were certainly letting him come out of his shell.
i wanna kiss you in paris, i wanna hold your hand in rome, i wanna run naked in a rainstorm, make love in a train cross-country- you put this in me- so now what.... so now what?
Harry let his eyes wander the crowd. He noticed that he was having an effect on everyone- people were pairing off left and right.
wanting, needing, waiting, for you -- to justify my love. hoping, praying, for you -- to justify my love.
Harry let the music take him over. This was one of those songs that just made you want to rub yourself. He let his eyelids droop, and slowly moved his body in a sensual dance that was all pelvis and torso while he stroked his chest with his free hand. Somehow his shirt had come mostly undone.
i wanna know you- not like that. i don’t wanna be your mother, i don’t wanna be your sister either, i just wanna be your lover. i wanna be your baby. kiss me, that’s right, kiss me.
He opened his eyes again and saw Brianna and Alison towards the back- Brianna was giving Alison a rather wonderful lap dance. He watched his two friends appreciatively and let his eyes wander up to the person behind them. Now that was more his taste. Their eyes met.
wanting, needing, waiting, for you -- to justify my love. yearning, burning, for you -- to justify my love.
The man was tall and dark. It was hard to tell with the spotlights in his face but Harry thought this man looked familiar. Maybe it was just all the alcohol. Black hair fell nearly to his shoulders, almost covering his face. The rest of him was a blur.
what are you gonna do? what are you gonna do? talk to me- tell me your dreams. am i in them? tell me your fears. are you scared? tell me your stories. i’m not afraid of who you are. we can fly...
Ebony eyes full of- was that desire?- didn’t move from green. Harry turned up the sexuality of his performance- lightly trailing his fingers over his collar bone, caressing his chest, continuing down to the hair showing just above his pants, brushing over his cock and moving to stroke his upper thigh. He aimed his words directly at the mystery man.
poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another. love me, that’s right, love me. i wanna be your baby.
And at the moment he completely and utterly meant that last part. The man’s eyes flashed and widened a bit but didn’t waver. The spotlights dimmed a bit and the crowd became easier to see. Harry looked the man up and down again... and something clicked. Part of his brain thought- No! It couldn’t be him? Could it? What would he be doing here of all places? But at the moment the rest of Harry didn’t really care. All the alcohol in his system was only letting him feel. And he felt something for this man across the bar.
wanting, needing, waiting, for you -- to justify my love. i’m open, and ready, for you -- to justify my love- to justify my love. wanting - to justify, waiting - to justify my love, praying - to justify, to justify my love. i’m open - to justify my love.
The lights dimmed as the song came to an end. The crowd applauded and cheered- well, the part of the crowd that wasn’t engaged in acts inspired by Harry’s performance. When the lights came back up, Harry took a small bow and got off the stage, heading over towards Brianna and Alison. And the mystery man.
“That was awesome Harry!” Brianna exclaimed.
“Yeah. Who knew you could do that?” Alison added.
Harry didn’t hear them. The man was gone. “Did you guys see a man standing behind you?” Harry asked, his voice not completely lacking anxiousness. He kept searching around and over their heads, but to no avail.
“Man? Uh, no. We were a tad occupied...” Brianna said and winked at Alison.
“Well help me look for him then! He had black hair to here, black eyes, and...” he was the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. “and I think he was wearing black too...” he was if that really was him (god listen to me I can’t even think his name)... but it can’t be!
“Oooh, Harry, got a bit of a predilection for goths?” Brianna smirked.
“What the hell are you talking about? Look at you! Just help me look for him already!”
The girls exchanged glances and then looked around for anybody fitting the description. Harry never acted like this.
“Did you know him? You’re kinda... freakin' out there Harry,” Alison hoped this wouldn’t set him off any more than he already was.
“Yes. No. I dunno. He looked like he could be someone I know. Knew.” Another worried glance passed between Brianna and Alison.
“Well who? I’ve never seen you act like this before,” Brianna asked, a bit worried but hoping the answer might shed some light on Harry’s past for her. He never talked about it.
“I don’t really wanna talk about it. Do you guys see him?”
“No,” they answered in unison. Harry was still frantically searching- well as frantically as one can do anything when one is as inebriated as Harry was at this moment.
“Give up hun. He’s gone.”
“Gry- I! I don’t give up!” Harry nearly slipped and said ‘Gryffindors don’t give up.’ Merlin! Seeing him (if that was him) again has made me go straight back to thinking in houses. Spectacular.
“Right, well. Go off and search for him then,” Alison said. She was getting sick of this.
“Yeah, Harry? I think we’re gonna go. I’m staying over at Alison’s tonight. Okay?” Brianna had to grab Harry’s arm to get his attention.
“Wha? Yeah. Okay. Whatever.” He was still looking around. The girls rolled their eyes and left hand in hand.
Author: stevielichous
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry has defeated Voldemort and moved to the United States to escape his fame. What will happen when he runs into a person from his past?
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Categories: angst, romance
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm making no profit from doing this, and all that jazz. "Justify My Love" lyrics Lenny Kravitz and Madonna.
Author Notes: If you haven't heard "Justify My Love," go listen to it now, before Harry sings it, 'cuz it's hot.
Carmel, chapter 5
They’d been at the karaoke bar for about an hour, long enough so that Harry had seen four transsexuals do their routine to “Lady Marmalade” (which they had clearly practiced), Brianna and Alison try to sing some Brittney Spears song without laughing, and Amber lead the bar in “YMCA.” Harry thought that it was time for a slower song, and since he was drunkitty drunk drunk, he figured he’d be just the man to sing one.
Harry flipped through the list of available songs and found the perfect one for his mood- slow, sexy, just what he needed. He picked up the microphone and waited for the music to start. When the beat began, all the Madonna fans in the house cheered appreciatively and the crowd let the sensual music move their bodies. Harry sang in a bedroom voice that was low and deadly with intent- the drinks he’d had earlier were certainly letting him come out of his shell.
i wanna kiss you in paris, i wanna hold your hand in rome, i wanna run naked in a rainstorm, make love in a train cross-country- you put this in me- so now what.... so now what?
Harry let his eyes wander the crowd. He noticed that he was having an effect on everyone- people were pairing off left and right.
wanting, needing, waiting, for you -- to justify my love. hoping, praying, for you -- to justify my love.
Harry let the music take him over. This was one of those songs that just made you want to rub yourself. He let his eyelids droop, and slowly moved his body in a sensual dance that was all pelvis and torso while he stroked his chest with his free hand. Somehow his shirt had come mostly undone.
i wanna know you- not like that. i don’t wanna be your mother, i don’t wanna be your sister either, i just wanna be your lover. i wanna be your baby. kiss me, that’s right, kiss me.
He opened his eyes again and saw Brianna and Alison towards the back- Brianna was giving Alison a rather wonderful lap dance. He watched his two friends appreciatively and let his eyes wander up to the person behind them. Now that was more his taste. Their eyes met.
wanting, needing, waiting, for you -- to justify my love. yearning, burning, for you -- to justify my love.
The man was tall and dark. It was hard to tell with the spotlights in his face but Harry thought this man looked familiar. Maybe it was just all the alcohol. Black hair fell nearly to his shoulders, almost covering his face. The rest of him was a blur.
what are you gonna do? what are you gonna do? talk to me- tell me your dreams. am i in them? tell me your fears. are you scared? tell me your stories. i’m not afraid of who you are. we can fly...
Ebony eyes full of- was that desire?- didn’t move from green. Harry turned up the sexuality of his performance- lightly trailing his fingers over his collar bone, caressing his chest, continuing down to the hair showing just above his pants, brushing over his cock and moving to stroke his upper thigh. He aimed his words directly at the mystery man.
poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another. love me, that’s right, love me. i wanna be your baby.
And at the moment he completely and utterly meant that last part. The man’s eyes flashed and widened a bit but didn’t waver. The spotlights dimmed a bit and the crowd became easier to see. Harry looked the man up and down again... and something clicked. Part of his brain thought- No! It couldn’t be him? Could it? What would he be doing here of all places? But at the moment the rest of Harry didn’t really care. All the alcohol in his system was only letting him feel. And he felt something for this man across the bar.
wanting, needing, waiting, for you -- to justify my love. i’m open, and ready, for you -- to justify my love- to justify my love. wanting - to justify, waiting - to justify my love, praying - to justify, to justify my love. i’m open - to justify my love.
The lights dimmed as the song came to an end. The crowd applauded and cheered- well, the part of the crowd that wasn’t engaged in acts inspired by Harry’s performance. When the lights came back up, Harry took a small bow and got off the stage, heading over towards Brianna and Alison. And the mystery man.
“That was awesome Harry!” Brianna exclaimed.
“Yeah. Who knew you could do that?” Alison added.
Harry didn’t hear them. The man was gone. “Did you guys see a man standing behind you?” Harry asked, his voice not completely lacking anxiousness. He kept searching around and over their heads, but to no avail.
“Man? Uh, no. We were a tad occupied...” Brianna said and winked at Alison.
“Well help me look for him then! He had black hair to here, black eyes, and...” he was the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. “and I think he was wearing black too...” he was if that really was him (god listen to me I can’t even think his name)... but it can’t be!
“Oooh, Harry, got a bit of a predilection for goths?” Brianna smirked.
“What the hell are you talking about? Look at you! Just help me look for him already!”
The girls exchanged glances and then looked around for anybody fitting the description. Harry never acted like this.
“Did you know him? You’re kinda... freakin' out there Harry,” Alison hoped this wouldn’t set him off any more than he already was.
“Yes. No. I dunno. He looked like he could be someone I know. Knew.” Another worried glance passed between Brianna and Alison.
“Well who? I’ve never seen you act like this before,” Brianna asked, a bit worried but hoping the answer might shed some light on Harry’s past for her. He never talked about it.
“I don’t really wanna talk about it. Do you guys see him?”
“No,” they answered in unison. Harry was still frantically searching- well as frantically as one can do anything when one is as inebriated as Harry was at this moment.
“Give up hun. He’s gone.”
“Gry- I! I don’t give up!” Harry nearly slipped and said ‘Gryffindors don’t give up.’ Merlin! Seeing him (if that was him) again has made me go straight back to thinking in houses. Spectacular.
“Right, well. Go off and search for him then,” Alison said. She was getting sick of this.
“Yeah, Harry? I think we’re gonna go. I’m staying over at Alison’s tonight. Okay?” Brianna had to grab Harry’s arm to get his attention.
“Wha? Yeah. Okay. Whatever.” He was still looking around. The girls rolled their eyes and left hand in hand.