Dallying With Draco
Title: Dallying With Draco
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Goyle
Rating: R
Warning(s): UST
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 990
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for valinorean, who requested a sequel to No More Playing With Draco
Summary: Draco sneaks out to meet Harry again. Will they get it on, or will Goyle run interference once more?
Harry lowered himself stiffly into the bath and relaxed with a weary sigh. Quidditch practice had been rough today. True to his word, Goyle had made Harry pay for dallying with Draco the night before. Harry half smiled, half grimaced. It had almost been worth it. Had he and Draco been able to resolve the sexual tension between them, it would have been completely worth it. Alas, Goyle had sought them out like an over-zealous chaperon just when things had been getting interesting.
It was quite amusing the way Goyle continued to look out for Draco. Of course, it wasn't so amusing when Harry took a drubbing from the team's star Beater in practice as a result. Harry winced and turned on the tub's jets. He hummed in pleasure as the pulses of water soothed his sore muscles.
"I find myself jealous of your bath."
Harry's eyes popped open, and he blinked to bring Draco into focus. He grinned. "The hotel's security seems lax," said Harry.
"Not at all," Draco replied. "It took stealth and cunning to break into your room." He perched on the edge of the bathtub and trailed his fingers through the churning water. "Hard practice?" Draco asked.
"Not as hard as other things," said Harry. His eyes gleamed with lively lust.
Draco chuckled before sobering again. "I am guessing Greg wished to teach you a lesson?"
"I'm not so easily dissuaded when I want something," Harry said. He swept Draco's body with a heated gaze.
"What do you want?" asked Draco. His coy smile indicated he knew very well what Harry wanted.
"I want you," Harry admitted. He caught Draco's fingers in his own and gave a gentle tug.
Draco resisted. "Don't you dare pull me into the water fully clothed," he warned.
"Get naked and join me," said Harry. His cock was poking above the surface of the water like a penile periscope. Harry could think of nothing more enticing than buggering Draco in the bath.
Draco undid the top button of his shirt. "I got a lengthy lecture last night on the perils of shagging teammates," he commented.
"Oh?" Harry replied. "Are you going to take Goyle's advice?"
Draco snorted. "Not a chance," he said, undoing another button.
The slow striptease was too much for Harry. He grabbed the front of Draco's shirt and pulled.
Draco yelped and flailed, but he could not prevent himself from tumbling into the bathtub atop Harry. Water splashed over the side of the tub. Harry growled in pleasure at having Draco's wet body draped full length over him.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Draco sputtered. His protest was smothered by Harry's mouth as he claimed Draco's lips in a hot, wet snog. Draco ceased struggling and relaxed against Harry instead. They rearranged their limbs in the tub to fit themselves together in the most delicious manner possible.
Draco lifted his head. "You animal," he accused. The rocking motion of his lower body against Harry's proved he wasn't all that dismayed at his current, saturated situation.
Harry groaned at the sensation of Draco's wet jeans rubbing back and forth over his cock. "Take your clothes off and ride me," he rumbled. Harry nuzzled Draco's damp neck, nipping and sucking at one spot to pull the blood to the surface of Draco's skin. Harry had a primitive urge to mark Draco as his, even though they had yet to be intimate.
Draco moaned and seized Harry by the hair. He pulled Harry's head back and crashed their lips together again. Harry arched up rhythmically, his motions sloshing more water over the edge of the tub. He didn't want to come like this, but he'd be damned if he could stop.
Harry never heard the bathroom door open. He had no idea they were no longer alone until Draco was suddenly plucked from Harry's grasp with a yip of dismay. Harry blinked his eyes open to see Draco dangling by the collar of his soaked shirt from Goyle's meaty fist.
"Draco, go back to your room and get out of those wet clothes before you catch your death," Goyle said affably.
"Gregory, you are crossing a line here," Draco sputtered.
"You can go now, or I can carry you over my shoulder if you'd prefer," Goyle said. His expression had hardened, and his eyes narrowed in challenge.
Draco's gaze darted between Harry and Goyle, and he gave a reluctant nod. "Put me down," he said. Goyle set Draco on his feet and steadied him. Draco tugged his wet clothing into order, sent Harry an apologetic look and slunk out of the bathroom.
A moment later, Harry heard the door of his hotel room open and close. He glared at Goyle. "That was uncalled for," snapped Harry. He grabbed a flannel and draped it over his groin in a bid to salvage his shredded dignity.
Goyle shrugged his broad shoulders. "Draco is my friend," he said. "It's my duty to look out for him."
"Draco is an adult, and he can take care of himself," countered Harry.
"Look, Potter," said Goyle. "We both know you're only amusing yourself with Draco while the team is on the road. You'll end up breaking his heart, and then I'll have to break your legs."
"What?!"
"I really don't want to do that, Potter, but I will," finished Goyle. He cracked his knuckles in a threatening manner.
Harry shrank back in the tub, but his hulking teammate turned to leave. Goyle paused at the door and looked back. "Get some sleep, Potter," he said. "We have a big match tomorrow."
Frotting With Draco
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Goyle
Rating: R
Warning(s): UST
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 990
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for valinorean, who requested a sequel to No More Playing With Draco
Summary: Draco sneaks out to meet Harry again. Will they get it on, or will Goyle run interference once more?
Harry lowered himself stiffly into the bath and relaxed with a weary sigh. Quidditch practice had been rough today. True to his word, Goyle had made Harry pay for dallying with Draco the night before. Harry half smiled, half grimaced. It had almost been worth it. Had he and Draco been able to resolve the sexual tension between them, it would have been completely worth it. Alas, Goyle had sought them out like an over-zealous chaperon just when things had been getting interesting.
It was quite amusing the way Goyle continued to look out for Draco. Of course, it wasn't so amusing when Harry took a drubbing from the team's star Beater in practice as a result. Harry winced and turned on the tub's jets. He hummed in pleasure as the pulses of water soothed his sore muscles.
"I find myself jealous of your bath."
Harry's eyes popped open, and he blinked to bring Draco into focus. He grinned. "The hotel's security seems lax," said Harry.
"Not at all," Draco replied. "It took stealth and cunning to break into your room." He perched on the edge of the bathtub and trailed his fingers through the churning water. "Hard practice?" Draco asked.
"Not as hard as other things," said Harry. His eyes gleamed with lively lust.
Draco chuckled before sobering again. "I am guessing Greg wished to teach you a lesson?"
"I'm not so easily dissuaded when I want something," Harry said. He swept Draco's body with a heated gaze.
"What do you want?" asked Draco. His coy smile indicated he knew very well what Harry wanted.
"I want you," Harry admitted. He caught Draco's fingers in his own and gave a gentle tug.
Draco resisted. "Don't you dare pull me into the water fully clothed," he warned.
"Get naked and join me," said Harry. His cock was poking above the surface of the water like a penile periscope. Harry could think of nothing more enticing than buggering Draco in the bath.
Draco undid the top button of his shirt. "I got a lengthy lecture last night on the perils of shagging teammates," he commented.
"Oh?" Harry replied. "Are you going to take Goyle's advice?"
Draco snorted. "Not a chance," he said, undoing another button.
The slow striptease was too much for Harry. He grabbed the front of Draco's shirt and pulled.
Draco yelped and flailed, but he could not prevent himself from tumbling into the bathtub atop Harry. Water splashed over the side of the tub. Harry growled in pleasure at having Draco's wet body draped full length over him.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Draco sputtered. His protest was smothered by Harry's mouth as he claimed Draco's lips in a hot, wet snog. Draco ceased struggling and relaxed against Harry instead. They rearranged their limbs in the tub to fit themselves together in the most delicious manner possible.
Draco lifted his head. "You animal," he accused. The rocking motion of his lower body against Harry's proved he wasn't all that dismayed at his current, saturated situation.
Harry groaned at the sensation of Draco's wet jeans rubbing back and forth over his cock. "Take your clothes off and ride me," he rumbled. Harry nuzzled Draco's damp neck, nipping and sucking at one spot to pull the blood to the surface of Draco's skin. Harry had a primitive urge to mark Draco as his, even though they had yet to be intimate.
Draco moaned and seized Harry by the hair. He pulled Harry's head back and crashed their lips together again. Harry arched up rhythmically, his motions sloshing more water over the edge of the tub. He didn't want to come like this, but he'd be damned if he could stop.
Harry never heard the bathroom door open. He had no idea they were no longer alone until Draco was suddenly plucked from Harry's grasp with a yip of dismay. Harry blinked his eyes open to see Draco dangling by the collar of his soaked shirt from Goyle's meaty fist.
"Draco, go back to your room and get out of those wet clothes before you catch your death," Goyle said affably.
"Gregory, you are crossing a line here," Draco sputtered.
"You can go now, or I can carry you over my shoulder if you'd prefer," Goyle said. His expression had hardened, and his eyes narrowed in challenge.
Draco's gaze darted between Harry and Goyle, and he gave a reluctant nod. "Put me down," he said. Goyle set Draco on his feet and steadied him. Draco tugged his wet clothing into order, sent Harry an apologetic look and slunk out of the bathroom.
A moment later, Harry heard the door of his hotel room open and close. He glared at Goyle. "That was uncalled for," snapped Harry. He grabbed a flannel and draped it over his groin in a bid to salvage his shredded dignity.
Goyle shrugged his broad shoulders. "Draco is my friend," he said. "It's my duty to look out for him."
"Draco is an adult, and he can take care of himself," countered Harry.
"Look, Potter," said Goyle. "We both know you're only amusing yourself with Draco while the team is on the road. You'll end up breaking his heart, and then I'll have to break your legs."
"What?!"
"I really don't want to do that, Potter, but I will," finished Goyle. He cracked his knuckles in a threatening manner.
Harry shrank back in the tub, but his hulking teammate turned to leave. Goyle paused at the door and looked back. "Get some sleep, Potter," he said. "We have a big match tomorrow."
Frotting With Draco