Christmas Challenge #31
Title: Clubbing
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 510
Challenge:
- Recipient: leo_draconis
- Keywords: silver, lights, music
- Dialogue: "I should have known better than to leave it up to you."
Also written for: slythindor100 Special Holiday Challenge prompt #31 - New Year's Eve and dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #31 - New Year's Eve.
Summary: Draco can't wait to go out clubbing. The problem is, he let Harry choose the club.
Draco was dressed to kill. He was wearing snug black trousers that hugged the perfection of his arse and a gray, sleeveless shirt so sheer it appeared silver. It was New Year's Eve, and Draco and Harry were going out tonight. Draco had wanted to go to a club, but it had taken a lot of convincing on his part to get Harry to agree. In the end, he'd had to promise not only sexual favors, but he'd also had to allow Harry to choose the club. No matter. Draco enjoyed the ambiance of night clubs, and dancing was his second favorite form of exercise, ranking right behind sex. His goal was to get Harry out on the floor so he could dance with his boyfriend. After all, dancing was Draco's favorite form of foreplay. Dancing with other blokes wasn't as much fun, although it tended to fan the flames of Harry's jealousy, and a jealous Harry was always deliciously rough and dominant in bed.
Draco leaned closer to the mirror to apply a bit of glam. He lined his eyes very subtly with kohl, swept some glittery gel over his cheekbones and smoothed some tinted gloss onto his lips. Stepping back, he admired the result. Oh yes, Harry would be fending Draco's suitors off with a stick this evening, because Draco had every intention of basking in all the well-deserved attention he would get.
When Draco emerged from the en suite, Harry turned from where he'd been fussing with the buttons of his shirt and let out a low whistle. Crossing the room, he wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and tugged his boyfriend flush against him. "Why don't we stay in tonight?" he suggested, voice low and husky.
"Tempting, but no," Draco grinned. "I intend to dance and enjoy myself tonight, and then we can come home and have mad, passionate sex."
"Bloody tease," grumbled Harry, releasing Draco with a sigh. "Let's go; the sooner you get your fill of the club, the sooner I can get my fill of you."
~*~
Draco halted just inside the dim nightclub. Conversation buzzed all around, but something was definitely off. There were no bodies gyrating frantically in the middle of the floor, no scent of perspiration and arousal, no bright, strobing lights and no pulsing music. "Where are the colored, flashing lights?" he asked Harry. "And why is there no music?" Draco's glare intensified when his boyfriend began nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "Potter?" he hissed.
"Ahem. Well..." stammered Harry. "You know I don't fancy dance clubs, yeah? This is a comedy club. I thought it would be fun to come here and have a drink and unwind while laughing at the performers onstage," he finished lamely, cringing at the look of murder in Draco's eyes.
Draco shoved Harry in the chest. Hard. "I should have known better than to leave it up to you!"
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 510
Challenge:
- Recipient: leo_draconis
- Keywords: silver, lights, music
- Dialogue: "I should have known better than to leave it up to you."
Also written for: slythindor100 Special Holiday Challenge prompt #31 - New Year's Eve and dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #31 - New Year's Eve.
Summary: Draco can't wait to go out clubbing. The problem is, he let Harry choose the club.
Draco was dressed to kill. He was wearing snug black trousers that hugged the perfection of his arse and a gray, sleeveless shirt so sheer it appeared silver. It was New Year's Eve, and Draco and Harry were going out tonight. Draco had wanted to go to a club, but it had taken a lot of convincing on his part to get Harry to agree. In the end, he'd had to promise not only sexual favors, but he'd also had to allow Harry to choose the club. No matter. Draco enjoyed the ambiance of night clubs, and dancing was his second favorite form of exercise, ranking right behind sex. His goal was to get Harry out on the floor so he could dance with his boyfriend. After all, dancing was Draco's favorite form of foreplay. Dancing with other blokes wasn't as much fun, although it tended to fan the flames of Harry's jealousy, and a jealous Harry was always deliciously rough and dominant in bed.
Draco leaned closer to the mirror to apply a bit of glam. He lined his eyes very subtly with kohl, swept some glittery gel over his cheekbones and smoothed some tinted gloss onto his lips. Stepping back, he admired the result. Oh yes, Harry would be fending Draco's suitors off with a stick this evening, because Draco had every intention of basking in all the well-deserved attention he would get.
When Draco emerged from the en suite, Harry turned from where he'd been fussing with the buttons of his shirt and let out a low whistle. Crossing the room, he wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and tugged his boyfriend flush against him. "Why don't we stay in tonight?" he suggested, voice low and husky.
"Tempting, but no," Draco grinned. "I intend to dance and enjoy myself tonight, and then we can come home and have mad, passionate sex."
"Bloody tease," grumbled Harry, releasing Draco with a sigh. "Let's go; the sooner you get your fill of the club, the sooner I can get my fill of you."
~*~
Draco halted just inside the dim nightclub. Conversation buzzed all around, but something was definitely off. There were no bodies gyrating frantically in the middle of the floor, no scent of perspiration and arousal, no bright, strobing lights and no pulsing music. "Where are the colored, flashing lights?" he asked Harry. "And why is there no music?" Draco's glare intensified when his boyfriend began nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "Potter?" he hissed.
"Ahem. Well..." stammered Harry. "You know I don't fancy dance clubs, yeah? This is a comedy club. I thought it would be fun to come here and have a drink and unwind while laughing at the performers onstage," he finished lamely, cringing at the look of murder in Draco's eyes.
Draco shoved Harry in the chest. Hard. "I should have known better than to leave it up to you!"