JMDC gift fic; Insaners K!ink Fest
Title: Mobile Tats
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 600
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift fic for August 2011's JMDC winner lolafalola, who simply said author's choice. I hope you don't mind tattoos...
♦ insaners K!ink Fest
Summary: Draco doesn't remember much about the previous night, but Potter is happy to fill him in.
The first thing Draco became aware of was a pounding head, followed by the realization that his mouth tasted like the bottom of a troll's foot. Surprisingly, he wasn't nauseated, but Draco was still in need of a hangover potion. He wanted to roll out of bed, but something heavy was pinning him in place. It was then that Draco decided the bedroom he was in wasn't familiar.
"Oh, sweet Circe," he groaned. "What did I do last night?"
"I recall drinking, followed by daring one another to get tattooed," rasped a voice from behind him.
Draco tensed. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. "Potter?" he whispered in horror. His question was met with a grunt of assent. "Please don't tell me we went ahead and got tattoos," Draco whimpered.
"Alright."
Draco had difficulty processing that remark. "What do you mean, alright?"
"Alright, I won't tell you."
Draco swallowed heavily. "We did do it, didn't we?" he asked.
"I promised I wouldn't tell you."
"For the love of Merlin!" hissed Draco, wriggling out from under Potter's arm to sit up. He looked at his arms and chest. "Where is it?" he demanded.
"I believe we paid extra for mobile tats," said Potter. "Let me look for you," he added, tugging the coverlet away from Draco.
"Why am I naked?!" Draco cried.
"Don't blame me," Potter snorted. "You undressed yourself." He sat up and let his eyes rove Draco's nude body.
Draco had the sudden urge to cover himself like a bashful virgin.
"There it is," said Potter, pointing to Draco's hip.
Draco shifted his weight to look. "Bloody hell!" he exploded. "Why ever did I get a lightning bolt tattoo?!"
"Because you liiiiiike me," taunted Potter.
"Potter, I am quite certain that is not true."
"That's not what you said last night."
Draco's stomach roiled for the first time since he'd woken up. "What did I say?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"That you liiiiiike me," Potter smirked at him.
"You're taking the piss," Draco tried, voice quavering.
Potter snickered. "Yeah, I am," he said, "but you should have seen the look on your face." He lay back against the pillows and stretched.
Draco's eyes were drawn to flexing muscle and flat abs, and he licked his lips.
"Of course," Potter went on, "the fact that you got a lightning bolt tattoo just screams how much you want me."
Draco felt his jaw clench. He did fancy the git, but he'd never meant for Potter to learn of his secret shame. As Draco tried to come up with a witty retort, the sudden appearance of Potter's tattoo as it slid over his shoulder and came to rest on one pec distracted him and filled him with malicious glee. "Hah!" he crowed, pointing at the twinkling tat. "You may as well have had my name inked on you, Potter!"
Potter scowled at him. "What do you mean?"
"That's my constellation," Draco said, a smug grin wreathing his face.
"Your constellation?" scoffed Potter. "I know the Malfoys are wealthy, but not even your vast vaults can purchase an entire constellation."
"The constellation is named Draco," said Draco, unable to contain his mirth.
"Fuck," muttered Potter, brushing a hand through his hair in a distracted fashion.
"I reckon this means you liiiiiike me," Draco said, needling Potter in much the same manner as Potter had taunted him.
"I may want to shag you again, but that doesn't mean I like you," growled Potter.
"I think you do-wait, what do you mean, shag me again?" Draco demanded.
A wicked smile curved Potter's lips. "I take it you don't remember that from last night, either?"
Mobile Tats 2
Cross-posted to insaners
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 600
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift fic for August 2011's JMDC winner lolafalola, who simply said author's choice. I hope you don't mind tattoos...
♦ insaners K!ink Fest
Summary: Draco doesn't remember much about the previous night, but Potter is happy to fill him in.
The first thing Draco became aware of was a pounding head, followed by the realization that his mouth tasted like the bottom of a troll's foot. Surprisingly, he wasn't nauseated, but Draco was still in need of a hangover potion. He wanted to roll out of bed, but something heavy was pinning him in place. It was then that Draco decided the bedroom he was in wasn't familiar.
"Oh, sweet Circe," he groaned. "What did I do last night?"
"I recall drinking, followed by daring one another to get tattooed," rasped a voice from behind him.
Draco tensed. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. "Potter?" he whispered in horror. His question was met with a grunt of assent. "Please don't tell me we went ahead and got tattoos," Draco whimpered.
"Alright."
Draco had difficulty processing that remark. "What do you mean, alright?"
"Alright, I won't tell you."
Draco swallowed heavily. "We did do it, didn't we?" he asked.
"I promised I wouldn't tell you."
"For the love of Merlin!" hissed Draco, wriggling out from under Potter's arm to sit up. He looked at his arms and chest. "Where is it?" he demanded.
"I believe we paid extra for mobile tats," said Potter. "Let me look for you," he added, tugging the coverlet away from Draco.
"Why am I naked?!" Draco cried.
"Don't blame me," Potter snorted. "You undressed yourself." He sat up and let his eyes rove Draco's nude body.
Draco had the sudden urge to cover himself like a bashful virgin.
"There it is," said Potter, pointing to Draco's hip.
Draco shifted his weight to look. "Bloody hell!" he exploded. "Why ever did I get a lightning bolt tattoo?!"
"Because you liiiiiike me," taunted Potter.
"Potter, I am quite certain that is not true."
"That's not what you said last night."
Draco's stomach roiled for the first time since he'd woken up. "What did I say?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"That you liiiiiike me," Potter smirked at him.
"You're taking the piss," Draco tried, voice quavering.
Potter snickered. "Yeah, I am," he said, "but you should have seen the look on your face." He lay back against the pillows and stretched.
Draco's eyes were drawn to flexing muscle and flat abs, and he licked his lips.
"Of course," Potter went on, "the fact that you got a lightning bolt tattoo just screams how much you want me."
Draco felt his jaw clench. He did fancy the git, but he'd never meant for Potter to learn of his secret shame. As Draco tried to come up with a witty retort, the sudden appearance of Potter's tattoo as it slid over his shoulder and came to rest on one pec distracted him and filled him with malicious glee. "Hah!" he crowed, pointing at the twinkling tat. "You may as well have had my name inked on you, Potter!"
Potter scowled at him. "What do you mean?"
"That's my constellation," Draco said, a smug grin wreathing his face.
"Your constellation?" scoffed Potter. "I know the Malfoys are wealthy, but not even your vast vaults can purchase an entire constellation."
"The constellation is named Draco," said Draco, unable to contain his mirth.
"Fuck," muttered Potter, brushing a hand through his hair in a distracted fashion.
"I reckon this means you liiiiiike me," Draco said, needling Potter in much the same manner as Potter had taunted him.
"I may want to shag you again, but that doesn't mean I like you," growled Potter.
"I think you do-wait, what do you mean, shag me again?" Draco demanded.
A wicked smile curved Potter's lips. "I take it you don't remember that from last night, either?"
Mobile Tats 2
Cross-posted to insaners