"...and the gazebo you're getting married in!"
Title: "...and the gazebo you're getting married in!"
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Despicable behavior
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 465
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
slythindor100 Challenge #148 - photo prompts
Summary: Draco and Harry have been dumped by their boyfriends, and they are looking to even the score.
"I can't believe Bentley cheated on me with that insipid boy-toy of yours," sneered Draco.
"I can't believe Chet managed to keep his affair a secret for so long," Harry muttered in response. He and Draco were at the Leaky, commiserating and getting pissed. They had each been recently dumped by their respective boyfriends, who were now planning to get married. Tomorrow.
Harry's mobile chirped, and he pulled it out of his pocket. He squinted, trying to focus on the screen. "It's from Luna," said Harry.
"Didn't Looney help plan Bentley and Chump's wedding?" asked Draco. He scowled into his pint.
"Yeah," sighed Harry. He looked at the photo Luna had sent to him. "I'll be damned."
"What is it?"
"She sent me a photo of the gazebo where Chet and Buffy are going to exchange vows tomorrow," said Harry.
"She doesn't much care for you, does she, Potter?" snorted Draco.
"She's harmless enough," Harry replied absently. "Chet can go piss up a rope, though."
"Bentley, as well," added Draco. "Say, Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"We should go piss on their gazebo."
"That would be a n'awful thing to do," said Harry. He pushed his chair back and stood up. "Let's go."
~*~
Harry succeeded in Apparating them to the botanical gardens without a splinch. He and Draco slung their arms over one another's shoulders and weaved their way to the flower-bedecked gazebo. Once they were close enough, they unzipped and began urinating on the gazebo.
Draco laughed out loud. "Take that, Buffy!" he crowed. "You were lousy in money, and I was only dating you for your bed."
"Piss off, Chump!" Harry cackled, sending a steady stream over the flowers and the steps.
Draco finished and stood there with his hands on his hips and his prick dangling from his trousers.
"Say, Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why stop at pissing on roses?" Harry mused. "We should wank over 'em, too."
Draco clapped Harry on the back, nearly toppling him off the steps. "You know what would be even more brilliant? We should shag, right here!"
"Brilliant!" Harry agreed. He began pumping his cock. "Bend over."
~*~
Despite their inebriated state, Harry and Draco managed two and a half rounds of sex. They took turns topping, then gave one another mediocre hand jobs. They were presently slumped on the floor of the gazebo. Harry had just his shirt on, while Draco wore only his socks.
The gazebo itself was trashed. The flowers were crushed, the structure was listing dangerously to one side, and the entire area reeked of sex and urine.
"Are y'ready for another go?" Draco slurred.
Harry groaned and shook his head. "I don't think so," he said. "I don't have any hard feelings left."
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Despicable behavior
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 465
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
slythindor100 Challenge #148 - photo prompts
Summary: Draco and Harry have been dumped by their boyfriends, and they are looking to even the score.
"I can't believe Bentley cheated on me with that insipid boy-toy of yours," sneered Draco.
"I can't believe Chet managed to keep his affair a secret for so long," Harry muttered in response. He and Draco were at the Leaky, commiserating and getting pissed. They had each been recently dumped by their respective boyfriends, who were now planning to get married. Tomorrow.
Harry's mobile chirped, and he pulled it out of his pocket. He squinted, trying to focus on the screen. "It's from Luna," said Harry.
"Didn't Looney help plan Bentley and Chump's wedding?" asked Draco. He scowled into his pint.
"Yeah," sighed Harry. He looked at the photo Luna had sent to him. "I'll be damned."
"What is it?"
"She sent me a photo of the gazebo where Chet and Buffy are going to exchange vows tomorrow," said Harry.
"She doesn't much care for you, does she, Potter?" snorted Draco.
"She's harmless enough," Harry replied absently. "Chet can go piss up a rope, though."
"Bentley, as well," added Draco. "Say, Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"We should go piss on their gazebo."
"That would be a n'awful thing to do," said Harry. He pushed his chair back and stood up. "Let's go."
~*~
Harry succeeded in Apparating them to the botanical gardens without a splinch. He and Draco slung their arms over one another's shoulders and weaved their way to the flower-bedecked gazebo. Once they were close enough, they unzipped and began urinating on the gazebo.
Draco laughed out loud. "Take that, Buffy!" he crowed. "You were lousy in money, and I was only dating you for your bed."
"Piss off, Chump!" Harry cackled, sending a steady stream over the flowers and the steps.
Draco finished and stood there with his hands on his hips and his prick dangling from his trousers.
"Say, Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why stop at pissing on roses?" Harry mused. "We should wank over 'em, too."
Draco clapped Harry on the back, nearly toppling him off the steps. "You know what would be even more brilliant? We should shag, right here!"
"Brilliant!" Harry agreed. He began pumping his cock. "Bend over."
~*~
Despite their inebriated state, Harry and Draco managed two and a half rounds of sex. They took turns topping, then gave one another mediocre hand jobs. They were presently slumped on the floor of the gazebo. Harry had just his shirt on, while Draco wore only his socks.
The gazebo itself was trashed. The flowers were crushed, the structure was listing dangerously to one side, and the entire area reeked of sex and urine.
"Are y'ready for another go?" Draco slurred.
Harry groaned and shook his head. "I don't think so," he said. "I don't have any hard feelings left."