The Safe Wizards

28: Hot Spring

Harry couldn't stand still as he waited for Jasper to arrive. Ever since Charlie had left two days earlier, he had dreamed of his two soul mates. He missed both men very much. He longed to see them both, but Jasper's proximity made him even more eager to see the vampire.

Finally, there was a knock on the door of the dark-haired man's room. Harry had to take it upon himself not to kiss Jasper when he entered. He knew it would destroy his bond with Charlie and he clearly wasn't ready for that, despite his attraction to the handsome blonde. The vampire smiled in a very sexy way and took Harry in his arms, hugging him for a long time. He had sensed the dark-haired man's attraction to him and was happy about it, however, he did not try to kiss him. He was dying to, but knew that nothing good would come of forcing the dark-haired man to choose or to kiss him. Harry returned his embrace, definitely feeling good in his arms and not wanting to leave. He let out a small disappointed groan as the blond pulled away from him.

"I feel good like this too. If you want we can skip class and go straight to the surprise I've prepared for you," whispered the vampire who was still holding him, but arms outstretched now.

Harry shivered at the double touch of the fingers caressing him through his shirt and the deep voice of the vampire. The vampire smiled again as he took in the young man's emotions. He was going to do everything he could now to show him that he was the one to choose. Being left out these few days when he knew Harry was in Charlie's arms had been too much for him. He had suspected that the dragon rider and Harry were having sex, he had seen them practically jumping each other when Charlie had first arrived, but he could feel it and his overdeveloped senses told him it wasn't just a one-time thing. His stomach twisted with jealousy, but Harry's twinkling eyes at the thought of their time together calmed him.

"It's very tempting, but I'm also very much looking forward to hearing you tell me the story of America."

The envy and anticipation Jasper captured at Harry's words kept him from being disappointed in this answer. With pleasure, he guided the young man to the desk and opened the book. Throughout the lesson, Jasper never took his hand off Harry's back, enjoying the thrill of feeling him shiver as he passed over certain points and capturing his contentment. For the dark-haired man, the session was difficult, not because it was hard for him to be with the vampire, but because he couldn't concentrate at all when his hand was caressing him like that. After two hours of struggling to understand the history lesson, Harry suggested they stop there.

"Put your bathing suit on under your clothes and dress warmly," Jasper whispered to him with a beautiful smile.

Harry couldn't help but shudder at the words. He got up quickly, grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and turned them into a bathing suit with a flick of his wand, and ran into the bathroom to the blonde's laughter. He came back in a few minutes, took his big sweater in the cupboard and looked at his vampire with impatience. Jasper again placed his hand on the dark-haired man's back and guided him to the front door where Harry retrieved his coat and greeted Andromeda. Once outside, he cast a warming spell on himself, Jasper took him on his back and left at full speed, enjoying the joy that always came from the young man in these cases. Harry loved this feeling, it reminded him of the ones he used to feel on his broom. The ride lasted about twenty minutes at high vampiric speed. They stopped in a plain halfway up the mountains, surrounded by them. In the middle of the small plain were three small lakes with steaming waters.

"Take off your clothes," Jasper whispered in his ear after dropping him off a few feet from one of the lakes.

Harry removed his coat, then his sweater, trusting the blonde completely, but stopped his movements as he grabbed his shirt. His mouth went dry and his heart rate sped up, he felt his sex harden as his eyes couldn't take their eyes off the perfect body that stood before him. Jasper was sexier than any effigy of male beauty he had ever seen, Narcissus could go and get dressed because Jasper was clearly more beautiful and sexier than he was. The blond man was thin, but clearly muscular. He had an athletic body, without an ounce of fat, without over-inflated muscles, just right. The moonlight illuminated his pale body, which seemed to glow slightly. Without thinking about what he was doing, Harry walked over to him and raised his hand to that sculpted torso, but stopped in mid-movement, afraid he was dispelling a mirage.