Harry the Harlot

My duvet\'s laid out like an atlas with stains to mark the borderlines.

Mourning Morning - Just Jack

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another quarter, another fourth of a dollar, another metaphorical inch to what he wanted to buy for Harry. he had been collecting change and crumple dollars and anything he could find on his walk from school and back, and in the couch. any kind of coin, even pennies, lying helplessly vulnerable to his gaze were susceptible victims. he fiddled briefly with his stud, considering how much he could pawn it for, but in the end, it wasn\'t worth it; Harry loved his stud almost as much as he did.



leaning down, he picked up one last penny, it had been chillin\' just outside the sliding doors to WalMart. he looked sadly at the man collecting spare change, but he had none to spare yet, so he slid in through the doors. he got the shirt collection, and looked at the shirt. it was perfect. well, perfect for Harry, at least, he admitted to himself. It was a pale green, which would match Harry\'s eyes prettily, and the dough boy was on it, with Tease me, squeeze me; Take me home. written underneath.



he picked it up reverently, and he noticed that the price had dropped a few dollars, so that was good to know. he could perhaps pick up a gallon of milk, a small indulgence, this late since Harry had gotten his last measly paycheck. Keen really needed to start working soon, but he was always the bright, shining one. he was meant to be the studious one, whereas everyone thought Harry wasn\'t meant to be much with books, or wouldn\'t become much of anything later on in life. Keen knew different though. and he would help Harry as much as he needed until his grades started picking up.



he got to the register, and grinned at the old lady working behind it. she had dyed bubblegum pink hair, and she looked dull and lifeless, checking out his two items and hold her hand out for the cash. her nose was slightly wrinkled in disgust as she had to count out the change, but Keen was busy staring in the opposite direction. she was done, although it was an embarrassing, awkward moment, and then he left. his handed a nickel to the man outside the sliding doors, and then he was on his way home.



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Harry knew Keen had gone to get him a present, so in turn, he was going to get Keen a present. He knew what he wanted to get Keen, but he also knew that a platinum choker, studded with sapphires to match Keen\'s gorgeous eyes was beyond his limits. so a cheap imitation was the best he could do, or maybe a nice little bracelet for Keen\'s delicate wrist, so dainty.



he walked into the store, and the air was laced heavily with incense. he grabbed his money, fifteen dollars worth of grubby bills folded and moshed and mushed together with two rubberbands. he could not risk losing this.



looking around the shop, he saw several items of interest. first was a choker, plain brown and slim, with a single fake blue gem. then there was the intricately carved panda, something that Keen would love. and lastly, a bracelet, and it had bells and blunt arrows and little hearts connected to it and they dangled freely. all three were nice, but he would have to decide which one was best.



the panda was outed first, since Harry wanted something that Keen could look at and, well, he could think of Harry when he saw it. the choker was nice, but Harry thought that the bracelet just seemed more like something Keen would like, because Keen liked things that jingled and jangled when he skipped.



so the bracelet it was, and Harry was happy that he had found something that Keen would like.



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It was freezing cold, and they had been sleeping together as snuggled and cuddled up as they could get. the alarm went off, and for a second Harry had a horrible moment where he thought that there might be school. but then he realized, no, he was still on break. but the alarm had woken him up, so he blinked his eyes and yawned hugely. Keen head was right under his chin, and his hair was so soft. the alarm had partially woken him up as well, but he was determined to leech onto Harry and sleep longer. Harry was his human heater.



Harry grinned and brought a hand up to pet Keen\'s hair, and their legs were all tangled up in a mishmosh of warmth and nice, so eventually, he fell asleep too.



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light was beating at his eyes, eyelids too weak to do much protecting. Keen groaned, but it was useless already. he would never get back to sleep this late in the day. he stretched meticulously, taking time for each finger and toe. then when this was done, he collapsed on top of Harry, and Harry woke up drowsily, but Keen was sucking on his nipple and it was nicenice, so Harry didn\'t mind too much. morning wood was such a literal pain in the ass for Keen, so usually handjobs sufficed until later. both were too groggy in the morning to see what went where, anyhow.



Keen climbed on top of Harry, getting in the sixty-nine position, and he pulled down the boxers and he wasn\'t really aiming for teasing this morning, just pleasurable instant gratification. so once that was done, and Keen and Harry had both managed to get the necessities done, [Harry had given Keen a piggyback ride to the bathroom, as the floors were really quite cold], it was time to open the presents.



Harry gave his to Keen with a smile, and Keen did the same to him. they both pulled at the old newspapers and dingy tape until the presents came out, and then when they saw what they had gotten, they looked at each other smilesmilesmiles everywhere, and the gifts were forgotten on the kitchen table as they hugged and hugging progressed to more intimate manners.



but really, presents weren\'t much needed when they shared a love such as theirs.