That Alien Feeling

“That sounds interesting,” Harry said.
“Not really,” Adam said. “But it pays well, and I suppose I can’t complain. I really have to go. It was nice to meet you, Harry.”
“Likewise,” Harry said earnestly. “Come here again!”
“I will,” Adam said before reaching out and touching the flower tucked behind Harry’s ear. “You know, on any other bloke this would look weird, but it suits you.”
Harry beamed at him. “Thanks!” He liked the way the purple flower looked in his chestnut hair. It almost made his eyes seem purple.
Harry watched a little sadly as Adam took his coffee and left.
He hoped it wasn’t the last he’d see of him.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*So glad I changed my mind*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

Harry was still a little angry at his parents for giving him only false identification documents with the name he’d chosen and a small amount of human money before dropping him in a city called London two Terran months ago.
“It will teach you a lesson,” they had told him. “We’ve spoiled you too much. Maybe the experience will finally make you grow up.”
Harry had been secretly pleased at the time. If his parents thought it was a punishment, they didn’t know him at all. He’d always dreamed of getting off his planet and seeing the universe. Humans, or Terrans, as they called them back home, had always fascinated him. Their society hadn’t yet reached the technological and cultural level required for Contact, but it wasn’t long now, perhaps one thousand years at most unless humans destroyed themselves before that. For now, Earth was used only for short, educational trips—or when one’s parents wanted to punish their child for doing naughty things like reading other people’s minds without permission. (Harry had told his parents he didn’t mean it, but, sadly, no one believed him.)

“And where would that home be?” Adam said. “You haven’t told me where you are from.”
Harry froze for a moment before remembering the advice his best friend had given him: “If they ask, just tell Terrans you’re an alien. They’ll never believe you and will just think you’re being funny.”
Harry said conversationally, “I’m actually an alien from the star system in the Sagittarius constellation.”
“Ah,” Adam said with a smile. “That explains your creepy alien eyes.”
“What! What’s wrong with my eyes?”
Adam shot him a strange look. “They’re dark violet color, Harry. Surely you realize that’s pretty unusual?”
The corners of Harry’s mouth turned down. Why had no one told him that his eyes weren’t very human? He could have worn colored contact lenses. He’d seen an advertisement on the TV.
“Hey,” Adam said, tipping Harry’s face up with his thumb. He was frowning. “Are you upset? Don’t be silly. Your eyes are very beautiful—unusual but beautiful.”

Adam sometimes had to pinch himself to make sure he hadn’t dreamed Harry up: he was one of those rare people who were beautiful inside and out.
It’s just a stupid crush, he told himself. A stupid juvenile crush on a boy. Harry might have been legal, but sometimes he seemed so naive and innocent that it made Adam want to wrap Harry in his arms and hide him from the cruel, dirty world. He was dirty, too, because despite all the affection and protectiveness he felt for the strange boy, he still wanted. Wanted to bury himself in Harry’s sweetness and dirty him up with his greedy hands and mouth, fuck him up and ruin him. Adam felt like a bloody pervert for wanting that, because Harry genuinely thought they were friends. And they were. Of course they were. It wasn’t Harry’s fault that he wanted more.

He was dirty, too, because despite all the affection and protectiveness he felt for the strange boy, he still wanted. Wanted to bury himself in Harry's sweetness and dirty him up with his greedy hands and mouth, fuck him up and ruin him.