Crossing Oceans

Chapter 3: Remembering

Chapter 3: Remembering

"Well Grimmy I enjoyed it! Didn't you learn so much more about the school! I'm excited for the-" Harry excitedly rambled. Nick was getting annoyed at this point.

"HAZ."

"Yeah?" Harry put his grocery bags down and turned to face his VERY irritated friend.

"Orientation was on Thursday night. Its Saturday. Come off it already." Nick sat his bags on the table rather harshly to make his point. "It's only 2:04 pm. Let's go to Venice today!"

Harry smiled at Nick's invitation. The beach did seem kind of nice since Harry wasn't quite adjusted to the "always summer" temperatures in California just yet. He chuckled and ran into the bedroom.

"I call changing first!" Harry shouted and ran into the bathroom. Nick sighed and shook his head.

"That bastard leaving me to put up the groceries... damn him...." Nick muttered to himself as he started unbagging their snacks. A few minutes later, Harry popped into Nick's face out of nowhere.

"I got it now Grimmy thank youuuu," Harry sang as he shimmied into the kitchen. Wearing only his swim trunks, Harry danced around in the kitchen, exposing his toned stomach and biceps. Nick found himself in a sort of trance as he watched Harry's funny movements. He looked like a total dork, but a sexy dork, and Nick wasn't sure why, but he found it quite alluring.

"Grimms you're staaaaring," Harry drawled and smirked at the boy, "Get dressed so we can leave!" Nick flushed a deep red.

"O-oh yeah r-right... clothes... trunks," Nick stammered and backed into the bedroom. He wasn't quite sure what just happened, but as he glanced down, he realized his body already knew what should come next. 'Since when did Harry shirtless turn me on?!' Nick thought as he slid off his pants and boxers to pull on his swim trunks. 'Remember Nick no more okay? You promised you were over it... no more.' Nick shook his head to clear his thoughts.

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Back in Cheshire, when Nick and Harry were in their junior year, Nick had discovered that his feelings for Harry went deeper than just "best mates". One day Harry was spending the night at Nick's place and they decided to watch a movie. It was Harry's choice and of course he chose The Vow, the sap he was. After pushing the DVD into the slot Nick crawled onto the spare bed in the basement with Harry.

"Why are you so far away?" Harry whined as the movie started. Nick cautiously turned to face him.

"What do you mean mate I'm right here," he nervously laughed.

"Well come cuddle mate don't be shy we can still be manly and cuddle," Harry laughed and pulled Nick into him. Harry laid his head on Nick's chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. They lay there watching the movie for an hour before Nick started to get paranoid. Harry was half asleep and his hand was slowing slipping from Nick's waist down toward his crotch. He watched Harry's face, so peaceful, as his breathing evened out, his pink lips started to come apart and the tv made his eyelashes cast feathery shadows across his cheeks. He had to admit, Harry was beautiful. Nick always knew Harry was handsome, everyone said so. But this was different. With their heartbeats matching time and Harry nuzzled into his neck, Nick realized that he didn't quite see him as a good-looking mate, he saw him as a beautiful, caring, sex-god mate.

As Harry finally fell asleep, his limp hand lay less than an inch away from the growing bulge in Nick's pants. "Shit shit shit," Nick cursed as he frantically tried to move Harry's hand away without waking him up. The moment Nick began to squirm, Harry started whining in his sleep and clutching for some part of Nick to hold onto. Nick froze as Harry grabbed straight for the bulge. In his sleep, Harry's hand started to massage his crotch, creating friction in Nick's boxers that was too much for him. He moaned, rather loudly.

Nick covered his mouth in shock. No way was he letting his best friend give him a handjob while he was asleep. He started to push Harry away again.

"Mmm..." Harry hummed in his sleep. "Mmmm more..." He started to rock his hips in the bed making Nick more and more uncomfortable. He jumped out of the bed and stood there contemplating what to do. His plan was to turn up the tv so Harry would wake on his own. Harry rocked violently in the bed.

"Yes... oh Nick..."

Nick froze in his tracks. 'No, no way. No way no way no way' he thought as he turned and looked at Harry. No way was he having a fucking sex dream about him. No. way.

But he was. Harry started to moan even louder.

"Uhhh Nick, mmm yeah Grimmy"

Nick could barely hold in his urge to give him something real to moan about. He ran upstairs and poured himself a glass of water. 'I'm was quite thirsty is why I left that's all' he thought before coming back downstairs to find Harry wide awake and watching the movie.

"uhhh... hey Harry. You're, erm, awake I see..." Nick stammered as he avoided eye contact at all costs. Harry turned bright red.

"Erm... yeah. Did you... I mean... how long were you upstairs?" Harry turned even redder.

"Oh like an hour mate. You started snoring and I decided to.. um... watch tv upstairs for a while," Nick lied. He watched Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh. Okay just wondering no big deal. Come back in bed Grimm," Harry stated. Nick obliged and they never spoke of that day again.

However, Nick never stopped thinking about what happened, and he never stopped being in love with his best friend.