Crash

Chapter 3

Harry's P.OV.

His lips brushed mine, making me shiver with anticipation. He grinned at my excitement and pulled me closer to him, grinding his hips into mind, making me moan. He was so frustrating because he knew what I wanted, but wouldn't do anything about it.

I bit his bottom lip, tasting blood as I bit it harder and his whimpers masked my need, making his become the priority.

He tugged my trousers off, palming me through my underwear. He shook my arm, wanting me to enter his body. He kept shaking my arm as I lined the tip up, about to begin.

"-rry... Harry..." He whimpered, pulling me down against him.

The shaking grew more and my eyes opened to the brightness of the morning. I groaned as Charles, my best mate shook me up.

"Go away," I mumbled at him, pulling my blanket over my body. He was my best friend, sure, but he also was my most annoying friend as well.

He pulled off my blanket, my legs bared to the coldness and I curled in a ball. He chuckled, his voice raspy, and pulled me by my legs off my cot.

Charlie was my best friend and had been since we were eight. He found me when I was alone on the streets. Since then, he's helped me rebuild my life.

We've done everything from losing our virginities to the same girl to cliff jumping off a 300 foot waterfall naked at midnight.

Charlie found out that I was...different when we were 16. He was supposed to be at work until 11, so I had my "friend" come over. He caught Johnny giving me head on the living room couch.

Charlie accepted me right away, telling me he didn't care as long as I wasn't into him. I laughed it off and we went on our way.

"Harry," Charlie began. "The ship leaves in tin minutes. We hafta leave now if we arr to get thare."

Charlie's Irish, so everything he says sounds funny to me. He pronounces

Harry as "Ha-reeh".

He was a tall, blond, pretty frat boy. Charlie always jokes about how it's impossible that I'm not into him, but the honest truth is I am.

He is so smoking hot and I would do so many things to his beautifully sculpted torso and I know his dick is huge and eager for someone to blow it.

He made me sexually frustrated because I was so in to him.

Charlie and I were going to leave to America to start all over. Everyone lives in money there; you can be poor and begin a new life and BAM! You're rich.

We want to start our own alcohol dealing business. We would open a few pubs then we would start our own brewery. We would travel to California and begin to grow grapes and wheat.

I sighed and sprang up. My trousers were on and I was dressed in a blink. I ruffled my curls back behind my ears and slapped my cheeks to wake myself up a bit.

I grabbed the leftover bread we had and began to nibble on it as Charlie walked into our small kitchen, his things in a sack over his shoulder.

"Arr ya ready ta leave, Harry?" Charlie asked, swiping the bread from my eager mouth and taking a large bite out. Oh god... The things I wanted to put in that mouth... What? I hated having these thoughts about him.

"Y-yeah. Let me grab my things then we can leave," I told him, my cheeks heating up from my dirty mind. I grabbed my sack and looked around at the shack of a house I had called home for the past nine years.

We had so many memories in this house; good, some of the very best, as well as some of the worst. From the kitchen stove setting on fire when we were 12 to having elaborate parties that involved drinking, gambling, and fucking the common whore. I was going to actually miss this place, even with all the fucked up memories that it possessed inside.

We ran outside and dashed along the cobblestone road towards the dock. My breathe was visible in the chilled morning air, coming out Hirt and fast as we sprinted.

We shoved people out of our path, running down the busiest market street, apologizing over our shoulders,"Excuse me, sorrryyyy!"

The cheering from departing people was getting more audible. Louder, louder until we had the large ship set in our sights.

Charlie was beginning to slow down, me pulling ahead. Sprinting long distance obviously wasn't his forte, but

I shouted encouragements at him.

"Charlie," I cried out behind me,"Keep pushing mate. We are almost there. Only a few more paces. Keep going!"

His breathing got heavier behind me, I slowed to his pace and grabbed his hand and pulled him into a sprint.

"Char, don't give up now. We are almost to our new future."

His blue eyes glazed over mine, doubt and uncertainty in them. He swallowed his fears and nodded. "Aye, I'm pushin' me self, Harry. Let's be fast, yeah?"

We ran up to the ticket master right when they were closing the doors. "WAIT! WE HAVE TICKETS!" I shouted.

The ticket master gave us a once over and called for the doors to halt in their closure. We gave him our tickets and boarded the ship.

I pulled Charlie to the very top of the ship and waved frantically at anyone who would wave back. We hooted and whooped as the ship let out a lurch and slowly pulled out of the dock.

I hugged Charlie, his long arms grasping me back. We made it. We were going to America to begin our new life.

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