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Harry was driving down a long road, hands furiously gripping the wheel of his magically enhanced Ford Mustang.
When Ron quit the Aurors, he’d taken the notes his dad had for enchanting the Ford Anglia and turned it into a business. He now spent a lot of time haunting car graveyards and buying anything he liked the look of. A few reparo’s and permanent runic transfigurations later and the bodywork of those cars was back to mint condition. He then either sold it back into the muggle world and made a mint on their vintage cars or he charmed them up and made a fortune in the magical world as he was the only one capable of doing what he did. Hermione was very proud of what Ron had accomplished.
But Terry had hated the car, since the very first moment he’d laid eyes on it. “Well,” thought Harry with grim satisfaction, “Terry’ll never have to see it again.”
Harry had left after a truly spectacular row. They’d been fighting more and more recently. Terry wanted to move back to England, Harry didn’t. Terry wanted to live in a cramped, fancy apartment in the city, Harry wanted the quiet seclusion of big a house and sprawling grounds. Terry wanted Harry to quit being an Auror before he got even more scars, Harry couldn’t give up saving people. There’d been dozens of other smaller arguments but they’d always come back to these three. Tonight had been the last straw, Terry had given Harry an ultimatum and that had been it for Harry. He’d packed all of his possessions which were still few and jumped into the car. Deciding to drive the highways instead of apparating to his next job for once. Harry sighed heavily as the rain beat down and the windscreen wipers hastily shed water, the only good part of their relationship for the last year or so was the sex and even that was mediocre at best. Terry never wanted to try anything, or do anything differently. They’d had the same sex almost every week for so long, Harry couldn’t remember the last time they’d done it somewhere other than the bedroom.
Focusing his eyes on the road once more, he frowned as he saw a man on the side of the road. “What in Merlin’s name?” Harry muttered as his eyes took in the bloke waving him down, leather jacket stretched over his head to offset the rain. Harry slowed down and indicated off the highway, he leant over to open the door for the guy as he jogged towards the car.
“Thanks,” said the man gratefully as he quickly slid in pulling the door shut behind him, “I appreciate it.”
“Sure, no problem,” replied Harry as he got the car moving again. They drove in silence for a while as they both eyed each other, Harry taking note of just how devastatingly handsome the other was, especially with the way his clothes were clinging to him from being soaked through. “So,” Harry said, “got a name?”
“Dean,” came the answer, “you?”
“Harry.”
“Well, you think you can drop me at the next motel? I’ll be able to charge my phone and call my bitch of a brother to come and get me.”
Harry nodded, “yeah sure, I’ll be stopping there anyway, need a kip.” Dean threw him a puzzled look, “Sleep.” Harry elaborated with an easy grin.
“Then why didn’t you just say so?” snarked Dean.
Harry laughed, “I thought I did, not my fault you Yanks don’t understand simple English,” he teased before asking, “Can I ask what you were doing on the side of the highway in this weather?”
Dean shrugged, “I was travelling with my brother and we got into a bit of an argument, he took off in my car.” Dean seemed to be more upset that his car was gone than about the fight with his brother.
“Seems like it’s quarrels all around tonight,” Harry replied bitterly.
“You had a fight with your family too?” Dean asked.
Harry shook his head, “Lover, well, now ex-lover.”
“Ouch.”
Harry lifted a shoulder in response, “Not as much as I would have thought, it’s been over for a long time. Just took me a while to realise it.” Dean wrinkled his nose, hoping that Harry wasn’t going to want to talk about it with him. He’d rather walk in the rain. Harry caught the expression and huffed a laugh, “don’t worry, I’m not going to chew your ear off about it.”
Dean visibly relaxed, “Sorry, I’m not one for chick flick moments.”
“Me either,” Harry said as he adjusted the heating to reach Dean better. The man was obviously a muggle, so Harry couldn’t use magic to dry him off. Instead, he fiddled with the knobs Ron had charmed to adjust the temperature as well as humidity in the car. He made the air a little drier so that the wetness would dissipate easier.
“So, this is a pretty sweet car,” Dean initiated after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “Mustang?”
Harry hummed in agreement before spouting off the numbers and facts Ron had continually bestowed on him. “1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429.”
Dean whistled lowly, and apparently, Ron was right. “She’s a beauty, and rare too, especially in such good condition. You buy her like this?”
Harry shook his head, ”Nah, my mate did. He does this for a living, buys scrap heaps and either restores them or rebuilds them. He gave this to me for Christmas a few years ago.”
Dean gaped at him, “For Christmas? What the fuck did you do for the guy that he’d give you something like THIS for Christmas ?”
Harry grinned at him and sent him a wink, “That’s between him and me,” he flirted. He couldn’t help it, he wanted to test the waters a little, the man was gorgeous after all and a tumble between some sheets sounded like a good idea to Harry. He’d stop there though if the man wasn’t receptive.
“Oh?” postured Dean, raising an eyebrow, “That good are you?”
Harry smirked back, “Oh I’m very good.” After all, Terry hadn’t been the one with the complaints about their sex life.
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Harry and Dean spent the next hour in easy companionship, they talked about mundane things and flirted heavily. They found they shared a lot of interests, music, hobbies, (in Dean’s case, tinkering with cars, and in Harry’s, tinkering with spells, though he didn’t tell Dean about that specific component) Harry did talk a little about Terry in the end, when Dean asked what Harry did for a living.
“I’m apart of a task force, we’re assigned to looking out for potential threats,” Harry told him.
“What like FBI? CIA?” Dean questioned.
“Something like that,” Harry said with an easy smile, “But if I told you, I’d have to kill you. How about you?”
“Travelling salesman,” Dean answered automatically, “Your job must keep you busy?”
“Too busy to be home often,” Harry replied.
“Ah, the ex-missus?” Dean guessed.
Harry smirked, “He wouldn’t like it if you called him that, but yeah one our problems was he wanted me to give up my work. Didn’t want me to get any more marked up, hated the hours I worked. Didn’t stop him from soaking up the secondhand glory though. Always bragging about my cases.”
Dean snorted knowingly, “That’s rough.”
Harry shrugged, “Not really, we never were right for one another. We just sort of fell in with each other for a while, then everyone assumed we were a couple and I didn’t really care to protest it at the time.” Dean raised his brows in question, “He had a pretty mouth,” Harry grinned with a wink.
Dean laughed as Harry had intended, before the serious atmosphere rolled back over the car, “But seriously,” Dean finally breached. Unsure as to why he was continuing to extend the 'chick flick moment’.
“It was easy, comfortable, my life, my work. It’s anything but, I mean it’s rewarding as hell. I could never do anything different, but it doesn’t leave much time for socialising. Terry was there and it makes me sound like a dick, but it was nice to have someone to come home too, even if I didn’t love him.”
Dean was quiet for a minute, thinking of Lisa, “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”
The car was quiet for a few miles before Harry flipped on the radio. An old rock station came on and suddenly Dean was singing along with the warbling words. Harry laughed and he joined in. Their voices weren’t good, but it didn’t seem to matter very much.
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Harry cut the engine and they sat there looking at each other for a minute, feeling the tension build between them, like sparks over the skin. Harry eventually broke the silence.
“Well thanks for the ride, Dean, it’s been fun,” he said.
“Yeah, you too, and, thanks for stopping,” Dean replied.
They got out of the car and Harry grabbed his bag before they walked to the motel entrance, they were almost there when Dean grabbed Harry’s elbow. “Look, do you wanna, I dunno, get a beer or something?”
Harry started to smile, “Where’s that salesman charm?” he teased.
“Oh, I can be charming if you need me to be,” said Dean huskily as he stepped closer.
Harry licked his lips in anticipation, “We should check in first and then I’ll take you up on that offer of a beer.”
Dean smirked and they continued inside, “Hello,” Harry called to the man behind the counter, “We would like to grab a couple of rooms?”
“Only got the one left,” the man grumped at them, eyeing the closeness between them.
Harry looked at Dean, who shrugged.
“We’ll take it,” Harry told the man.
“Course, you will, fuckin’ fags,” the man said under his breath.
Unfortunately for him, Harry heard every word and grabbed him by the collar. A quick yank had him over the counter, bringing them eye to eye.
“Wanna say that again?” He asked his tone sweet, his smile anything but. The man just gulped and shook his head rapidly. “Thought so,” Harry replied, letting him go and swiping the key from the desk.
They walked quickly back outside and located the room and Harry fumbled the key in the lock when Dean pressed up behind him.
“You’re pretty damn sexy you know that?” came the sultry voice, hot breath in Harry’s ear.
Harry bit back a moan, it had been such a very long time since he’d been dominated in bed, Terry had refused to be anything but bottom. “Yeah?” he managed to whisper.
“Yeah,” replied Dean.
Harry jiggled the keys, finally getting it into the lock, “How about we skip that beer then?” he asked as he let them in.
“You read my mind,” Dean growled as he closed the door behind him and yanked Harry into a tight embrace.
Harry went willingly enough, tipping his head so Dean could bring their lips together. He groaned as Dean's tongue dove into his mouth and he felt hands clench against the small of his back.
Harry brought one hand up to the back of Dean's head. Threading his fingers into the soft hair he found there.
He moaned again as Dean pushed him against the closest wall and slid his hands down to cup Harry's bum through his jeans.
Harry hooked one leg behind Dean's knee. Bringing him closer still. He let Dean bring his own hips forward and the sudden knowledge that the other man was as hard as he had Harry's heart beating faster and his breath shorten.
Dean pulled back with a wicked smirk and his fingers trailed around Harry's waistband to play with the button holding them closed.
Harry met Dean's eyes and saw the question there and nodded eagerly, “Fuck, yes. ”
“Oh, thank god,” Dean rushed out before his lips were Harry's again. Pushing Harry so thoroughly into the wall it was a wonder he didn't become part of it.
Harry let out an unmanly mewl at the increased vigour and his hands clenched at the shoulders of Dean's jacket. He started to try and remove the item as Dean set about unbuttoning Harry's fly.
Their actions were not conducive to anything actually productive, Harry’s attempts to remove Dean’s jacket only hindered Dean’s movements in getting into Harry’s pants. Frustrated, Dean growled as he undid the last button and released Harry. Quickly he shirked his jacket and then his top.
Harry only glimpsed his exposed flesh and defined muscles before Dean was back against him. Shoving his hand roughly into Harry’s pants and palming his cock. Harry’s head fell back against the wall and he felt Dean’s mouth fasten onto his neck. He could feel a hot tongue pressing into the corded sinew there and he moaned as the hand on his cock tightened.
“Dean,” he managed to gasp out, not sure exactly what he was asking for. But asking all the same.
Dean’s hands came to grip Harry’s hips and Harry was roughly spun to face the wall. He felt Dean drop to his knees behind him, tugging his jeans and his pants down in the same motion. Before Harry could process a coherent thought to what Dean was doing, Dean was parting his cheeks and doing simply wicked things with his tongue.
Harry’s only response was to gurgle incomprehensibly and scrabble at the wall for purchase.
He could have sworn he felt Dean smirking.
Harry felt hands on his shoes. Insistently tugging the garments off and forcing him to step out of his jeans altogether. His legs were spread wider and his hips tugged back, exposing himself further to Dean’s questing tongue. The sounds Harry made were unconscious, he couldn’t think beyond what Dean was doing and when he inserted a finger alongside his tongue and quested inside to nudge against his prostate, Harry almost lost it then and there.
Sensing Harry was close, possibly from the sudden clenching of his body, that, or the strangled moan, Dean relaxed his ministrations. No longer pressing against Harry’s prostate, he instead used his other hand to loosely grip Harry’s cock and wank him slowly. Not enough to cause Harry to fall over the edge, but enough that it would take his mind from any discomfort he felt as Dean worked to ready him.
Harry let his head fall forward with a thunk. Resting his forehead against the wall, he groaned as he pushed back against Dean’s eager second finger. The vigorous oral attention he was still receiving slicking the way for now.
Dean seemed to content to keep going for now, but as excruciatingly enjoyable as his attention was, Harry had other plans for how the night should progress.
So, reluctantly he straightened and pulled away. Turning around he pulled Dean up and into a kiss. Reaching for the zipper on Dean’s own jeans, he quickly unzipped them as Dean stepped out of his own boots. Ensuring Dean was naked, Harry then backed him towards the bed and pushed him down onto the neatened covers.
He turned and went for his bag, conjuring a bottle of lube out of sight of his magicless companion before making his way back to the bed.
In his haste, and in trying to remove his shirt, he tripped over a shoe and skinned his knee on the carpet. Climbing up onto the bed had him meeting Dean’s amused smirk, and he mock-glared a little before grinning.
“Eager are we?”
Harry let his eyes drift down over Dean’s body, absently noting several scars and a darkened patch of skin which indicated a tattoo; the design of which he couldn’t make out in the somewhat darkened room.
He let his eyes rest on the thick, erect cock before him and smirked back at Dean.
“You have no idea.”
With those words still on his lips, he leant forward and took the hard flesh into his mouth. Dean’s sharp intake of breath filled him with a sense of satisfaction and he caught Dean’s eyes in his once more.
He could feel it. His magic. It was writhing under his skin and heightening his senses. Dimly he wondered at what it meant, but he let the thought subsist for now. The quick snick of a lid opening in his hand, had Dean’s cock twitching in his mouth and Harry poured some into his hand. Ensuring his fingers were well coated before he reached back to finish the job Dean had started.
He could feel the extra lube sliding down his arm as he thrust two fingers inside himself. Wriggling them to ensure the stretch. He couldn’t find it in himself to care about spilled lube.
When he felt he was ready, or perhaps his patience had had simply waned, he pulled off Dean’s cock with a wet suck and liberally applied lube to that area as well. Running his hands all over the thick, firm length as he maneuvered himself into a sitting position over Dean’s hips.
Harry felt hands come up to grip his thighs and he let himself sink down onto the thick girth beneath him. His jaw fell open with an inaudible gasp and Dean’s hand tightened where they were and they both stilled as they got used to the sensation.
Slowly, without lifting his eyes from Dean’s, Harry began to move.
Rocking gently in place and letting his body adjust before he picked up speed. Dean felt good inside him. Merlin, it had been too long since he’d been filled, and his mind was telling him he’d never felt like this before.
Harry leant forward and brought their mouths together, not breaking his rhythm to do so. He felt Dean’s hands shift, sliding over his hips, one settling against the small of his back. The other continuing upwards to grasp the nape of his neck.
Dean pulled himself up off the bed, pushing against Harry to bring them into a sitting position. Harry moaned as the angle changed and Dean slid deeper. Pressing more fully against his prostate with every rock of Harry’s body.
Their tongues twined together and Dean began to cant his hips upwards in small jerking motions, furthering them towards their peak.
Harry had to break the kiss, needing a moment to breathe. He tucked his face into Dean’s neck, uncaring that his glasses were pressed uncomfortably against his face and that there were more than likely becoming covered in perspiration.
He felt teeth tug gently at his earlobe and then hand on his back shift down to cup his backside. Harry’s own hands had not been idle and they were linked together behind Dean’s head. Providing a place to anchor himself against as he continued to move. He felt Dean’s hands questing further south. One began to rub against the place they joined, causing little fissures of pleasure to jolt up Harry’s spine. The other found Harry’s cock and enveloped it. Tightening around it and providing something for Harry to rut into as he peaked.
A peak which was all too near.
His body tensed not long after Dean wrapped his hand around Harry’s previously neglected cock, and warm cum streaked over his fist. His magic filling him and causing his nerves to quiver in pleasure. Harry was sure he’d never experienced anything like it.
His tense body brought forth Dean’s own oncoming orgasm and the two slumped breathless onto the bed. Sleep quickly overcoming the now exhausted men.