Pretty boy // l.s

02

Monday

Harry skipped school to work again.
This time it was for the cute boy, not for the money.

Harry didn't really know why he had his hopes so high, the boy might not even come today. He might not even live near Cheshire and was just visiting or something. Harry looked down to his crotch to see a very apparent bulge.

Fuck not again

Barely thinking about the pretty boy caused this reaction— something must be good, right? Harry dismissed it and stood behind the till rather than the glass to hide until it sorted itself out.

As if the Universe answered Harry's call, the pretty boy entered the shop. The bakery's bell jingling to signify the entrance. Not that Harry needed the signal.

Harry felt himself tingle from head to toe and his heart raced up again, throwing itself up against his chest like a bullet.

"It's me, the pretty boy." The boy said sarcastically, grinning wide and then stopping to bite his lip at Harry— who simply had his mouth open in bewilderment.

He really didn't know much about the pretty boy but he sure as hell made his knees weak.

Harry swallowed the lump in the back of his throat and attempted to sexily lean up against the glass.

"There's a new cupcake in the shop eh?" The pretty boy said, winking and licking his lips down at the counter.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and looked down to where the boy was looking, there isn't a new cupca— OHMYGOD

Harry covered up his bulge with both of his hands, blushing intensely and stumbling out a an embarrassed, 'shit I- sorry?'

The pretty boy did nothing but let his eyes linger at Harry in a sexy smile, tracing Harry's body down with his gaze. This was not helping his difficult situation at all. Weirdly, the boy had this innocent aura around him, he appeared twink like until his eyes did the - the thing and then suddenly Harry was in hypnosis.

"I - I ahem can I get you anything?" Harry choked out, glancing down every couple of seconds to check if his dick had made any changes in surrendering.

"The frosted cupcake please." The pretty boy said, resting himself up against the counter— knowing exactly what this was doing to Harry.

Harry bagged it all up in shaky hands. And refused the money again,

"Looking for excuses not to let me pay?" The pretty boy winked, shaking his head in a teasing manner.

"No! I— disco-unted you because you s-saw something that you weren't meant to." Harry looked to the floor and sucked his cheeks in.

Pretty boy nodded teasingly again and then beckoned Harry around the counter to where he was standing— Harry happily obeyed.

He waited for Peter, Harry's coworker to look away and then he reached down to Harry's dick and palmed him lightly through his soft trouser material. Harry groaned in shock and pleasure and coughed to contain himself before standing up straight in a defensive manor.

"What time do you get off work love?"

Harry weakly replied in a squeaky voice, "four o clock"