A Warrior's Reward
Title: A Warrior's Reward
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OCs
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1265
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 kawanale, who sort of wanted hockey and sort of wanted H/D. You got more of my Stray Pucks verse.
Summary: Harry has incentive to play well.
Harry's pulse accelerated as he stepped onto the ice. The raucous crowd in Wiltshire's arena was excited and exciting. Tonight, the Warriors had a chance to clinch a spot in the playoffs. They just had to get a win over a tough Hull team.
Harry warmed up with the rest of the Warriors, stretching, skating laps and taking some shots on goal. Wiltshire's goalie, Curtis Hilliard, stopped each of Harry's practice shots, but Harry didn't mind. Much. It meant Hilliard was on top of his game.
As the owner of the Wiltshire Warriors, Harry had a vested interest in the team's success. However, Harry had a much more personal reason for wanting to make the playoffs. Draco had promised him a blow job if the Warriors beat the Stingrays tonight.
When the game got underway, the fans' level of intensity increased, and the players fed off of it. The first five minutes of the period featured firewagon hockey...fast-paced, up and down action with good scoring chances at each end of the ice. Harry did his part by forechecking in the offensive zone and backchecking in Wiltshire's defensive zone. He took a clean pass from his center and fired a shot at Hull's net, but their goaltender made a glove save.
The first period ended in a scoreless tie.
The Warriors came out in the second period, determined to play even better. Hull took a penalty early on, and Wiltshire's Lebeau scored on the ensuing power play. Midway through the second, Harry assisted on a goal scored by the left winger on his line. He could almost feel Draco's lips on his cock.
Unfortunately for Harry, Hull had other ideas. They scored a goal of their own, and the Warriors trooped into the dressing room for the second intermission holding onto a 2-1 lead.
The Warriors played a tight-checking game in the third. They restricted Hull's chances, but they weren't taking any of their own, either. Late in the game, Harry's line was on the ice with the Stingrays cycling in Wiltshire's zone. One of their defensemen boomed a slapshot from the point. Harry stepped in front of the shot, angling his body to block the puck with minimal personal damage. The shot struck Harry in the thigh, and he tumbled to the ice.
One of Wiltshire's d-men cleared the puck out of the zone, and Harry got his skates under him and labored to the bench. As the action swept into Hull's zone, Harry sat on the bench and grimaced in pain. The team's trainer came by to make sure he was okay, and Harry waved him off. No doubt, he'd have one hell of a bruise tomorrow.
Hull pulled their goalie with a minute to go, but Wiltshire held on for a 2-1 victory.
After the game, Harry and his teammates celebrated the win and their playoff berth. Several Warriors congratulated Harry on his shot block. Some of them planned to take their celebration to a local pub, but Harry declined the invitation to join them. He had a private celebration to attend.
By the time Harry limped out of the arena, Draco was waiting for him.
"Good game," said Draco, opening the passenger door of Harry's car and sliding into the seat.
Harry slid in behind the wheel and grinned at Draco. Impulsively, he leaned over and kissed his boyfriend. "I had incentive," Harry said, when he broke free of the kiss and turned the key in the ignition. Draco merely smiled at him, and they drove in silence to Harry's flat.
As the door closed behind them, Draco asked, "Would you like some ice for your thigh?"
"It's not something cold I want," Harry murmured.
Draco responded with a coy flutter of his lashes. "Why don't you drop trou and let me see your battle wounds?" he asked.
Harry moved to the sofa and unbuckled his belt. He popped the button at the top of his flies and lowered the zip. Harry toed his shoes off and pushed his trousers down to his knees.
Draco looked at the bruise already forming on Harry's thigh and whistled. "Perhaps you should lie down and elevate that," he suggested.
"I've elevated my cock, instead," said Harry. "It positively aches."
"I suppose you'd like me to do something about that?"
"You did promise to suck me off if the Warriors won tonight," Harry reminded his boyfriend. "I did my part by assisting on a goal and blocking a shot."
Draco's smile turned predatory, and he pushed against the center of Harry's chest.
Harry sat down hard on the sofa. He didn't protest the rough treatment, however. Harry bit his lip when Draco forcibly spread his knees and knelt between them. While they had groped one another to climax before, they had yet to get as intimate as oral sex, and Harry's cock was throbbing almost painfully in anticipation.
Draco delved into Harry's pants, rubbing Harry's prick with his thumb and causing Harry to hiss and arch up off of the sofa. Draco withdrew Harry's cock and gave it a slow, firm stroke from root to tip.
Harry groaned and let his head fall back to rest against the sofa. When he felt the ends of Draco's hair tickle his bare thighs, Harry held his breath. At the first tentative swipe of Draco's tongue, Harry released his breath on a throaty moan.
"Yes, Draco, yes..."
Emboldened, Draco closed his lips around the tip of Harry's cock and applied gentle suction. He had to press his hand against Harry's abdomen to keep him from leaping off of the sofa. Draco dipped his tongue into the slit in Harry's cock to sample the flavor.
Harry looked down and quickly closed his eyes. The sight of Draco on his knees before him, mouth wrapped around his cock, was almost Harry's undoing. He wanted this encounter to last more than ten seconds.
Draco lowered his head, taking more of Harry in. When his gag reflex threatened, he backed off, releasing Harry's cock to lick a hot trail up the underside of it. Draco smiled when he felt Harry's prick twitch in reaction. He ran his mouth up and down the length of Harry's cock before engulfing it once more between his lips.
Harry's heavy balls drew up. He needed to come, never mind that he was about to go off like a boy getting his first action ever. Harry thrust up slightly, gratified when Draco allowed it. Harry was panting now, and he tossed his head side to side on the sofa.
Draco cupped Harry's balls through his pants and squeezed them gently. Harry's startled gasp was the only warning Draco got before his boyfriend was pulsing inside of his mouth. Harry's entire body went taut, and he didn't relax again until Draco had coaxed every last drop from his cock. Harry slumped back, feeling as if he could sink into the sofa cushions.
Draco sat back on his heels and swiped a hand over his mouth. "How was it?" he rasped.
Harry smiled without opening his eyes. "Fantastic," he breathed.
Draco's answering smile was almost as satisfied as Harry's. "A reward fit for a Warrior," he said. "Just like I promised."
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