Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #94
The first weekend of December is here, bringing a new JMDC with it.
This month, the prompt is distraction. You may use the word itself (in any form) or to simply convey the meaning. Write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc., and combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until December 31, at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for December:
Title: Paragon of Virtue
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Luna
Rating: R
Warning(s): Jealousy and sex
Word count: 805
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #94 - distraction
♦ Gift for November 2013's JMDC winner digthewriter, with the prompt of bathroom!sex, someone else's date
Summary: Harry doesn't like seeing his boyfriend in another bloke's arms.
Harry hated keeping up appearances, but needs must. He wasn't sure that magical society would be pleased to know their hero was bent, which is why Harry was attending this Ministry ball with Luna. She was aware of Harry's proclivity, but she didn't care. That's what Harry liked most about Luna; she accepted everyone, no matter what.
Harry stared across the ballroom, inwardly seething. He knew that Draco would be in attendance, and that his boyfriend would also be bringing a date. What Harry hadn't anticipated was that Draco and Smith would be dancing quite so close together. It wasn't fair. Everyone knew that Draco was gay, but it didn't seem to matter, because he wasn't expected to be a paragon of virtue.
"Harry, would you like me to distract Zacharias?"
Harry blinked and turned his head to see Luna smiling benignly up at him. "Pardon?" he asked.
"I can distract Zacharias, and then you can spend some time with Draco," said Luna.
"That would be brilliant, thank you," Harry responded.
Luna gave him an impish grin and whirled away in a cloud of orange chiffon. Harry watched as she approached Draco and Smith and cut in, stealing the handsome Hufflepuff bloke away for a dance. Draco appeared momentarily bemused, then he shrugged and ambled in the direction of the gents. Harry seized the opportunity and gave subtle chase. As Harry rounded the corner into the narrow corridor, he saw Draco disappear through the door to the bathroom.
Harry waited fifteen seconds before entering the gents. No one else was inside, and he placed a sticking charm on the door. Harry tucked his wand away and leaned against the door. When Draco emerged, he did a double-take at seeing Harry.
"Enjoying yourself?" Harry drawled as Draco went to the sink to wash his hands.
"Yes, Harry, I do love to piss."
Harry scowled. "I meant, are you enjoying the party?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco replied, drying his hands. "You?"
"No, I'm not," said Harry. "I don't like seeing Smith's hands all over you."
"He does think this is a real date," Draco pointed out. He sauntered up to Harry. "I'll come to your flat later, and you may put your hands all over me then," said Draco.
"Sod later," growled Harry. He grabbed Draco by the nape and hip and yanked him into full frontal contact. Harry angled his head and slanted his mouth over his boyfriend's. Draco moaned and returned the kiss, and Harry slid his hand lower to grope Draco's arse and tug him closer.
Draco broke free of Harry's plundering lips and gasped, "Not here, Harry."
"Here," Harry rumbled. "Now." He pushed Draco against the opposite wall and reclaimed his boyfriend's mouth in a rough, possessive kiss.
Draco abandoned his protests and frotted their lower bodies together. Harry tugged Draco's robes up. His boyfriend was wearing nothing but pants underneath. Harry wasted no time in yanking the flimsy garment down and instructing Draco to step out of them. He then spun Draco around to face the wall.
"Hurry, Harry!"
Harry hiked his own robes up and fumbled with his trousers and pants until he managed to free his throbbing cock. Draco whispered a convenient incantation, and Harry grasped his boyfriend's hips and staked his claim with a bold thrust. Harry groaned, Draco gasped, and then they were fucking like randy crups, right there in the bathroom.
The door knob rattled behind them, followed by a muttered oath.
"Occupied!" Harry snarled. His pumping hips never slowed.
"If someone walks in on us, I'll...oh god, Harry, yes!"
Harry had closed his hand around Draco's hot length, and he began jacking his boyfriend in an awkward counterpoint to his own thrusts. It didn't take long for Draco to muffle his cries of completion into the arm he'd braced against the wall. As Harry felt Draco clench and contract around him, he rammed himself in, hard, twice more and joined his boyfriend in climax.
After catching his breath, Draco prodded Harry with a pointy elbow. "Back off, you animal," he complained.
Harry pulled out, flicked a cleaning charm over them and the wall, then bent to retrieve Draco's pants from the floor. Draco reached for them, but Harry snatched the pants out of his boyfriend's reach.
"Give me those!" snapped Draco. "They're my favorite pair."
"You may collect them from my flat later," Harry said with a grin as he tucked the pants in his pocket. He pivoted on his heel, removed the charm from the door and strutted out.
Draco didn't let Harry leave without a parting shot. "You're such an arse hole."
This month, the prompt is distraction. You may use the word itself (in any form) or to simply convey the meaning. Write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc., and combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until December 31, at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for December:
Title: Paragon of Virtue
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Luna
Rating: R
Warning(s): Jealousy and sex
Word count: 805
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #94 - distraction
♦ Gift for November 2013's JMDC winner digthewriter, with the prompt of bathroom!sex, someone else's date
Summary: Harry doesn't like seeing his boyfriend in another bloke's arms.
Harry hated keeping up appearances, but needs must. He wasn't sure that magical society would be pleased to know their hero was bent, which is why Harry was attending this Ministry ball with Luna. She was aware of Harry's proclivity, but she didn't care. That's what Harry liked most about Luna; she accepted everyone, no matter what.
Harry stared across the ballroom, inwardly seething. He knew that Draco would be in attendance, and that his boyfriend would also be bringing a date. What Harry hadn't anticipated was that Draco and Smith would be dancing quite so close together. It wasn't fair. Everyone knew that Draco was gay, but it didn't seem to matter, because he wasn't expected to be a paragon of virtue.
"Harry, would you like me to distract Zacharias?"
Harry blinked and turned his head to see Luna smiling benignly up at him. "Pardon?" he asked.
"I can distract Zacharias, and then you can spend some time with Draco," said Luna.
"That would be brilliant, thank you," Harry responded.
Luna gave him an impish grin and whirled away in a cloud of orange chiffon. Harry watched as she approached Draco and Smith and cut in, stealing the handsome Hufflepuff bloke away for a dance. Draco appeared momentarily bemused, then he shrugged and ambled in the direction of the gents. Harry seized the opportunity and gave subtle chase. As Harry rounded the corner into the narrow corridor, he saw Draco disappear through the door to the bathroom.
Harry waited fifteen seconds before entering the gents. No one else was inside, and he placed a sticking charm on the door. Harry tucked his wand away and leaned against the door. When Draco emerged, he did a double-take at seeing Harry.
"Enjoying yourself?" Harry drawled as Draco went to the sink to wash his hands.
"Yes, Harry, I do love to piss."
Harry scowled. "I meant, are you enjoying the party?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco replied, drying his hands. "You?"
"No, I'm not," said Harry. "I don't like seeing Smith's hands all over you."
"He does think this is a real date," Draco pointed out. He sauntered up to Harry. "I'll come to your flat later, and you may put your hands all over me then," said Draco.
"Sod later," growled Harry. He grabbed Draco by the nape and hip and yanked him into full frontal contact. Harry angled his head and slanted his mouth over his boyfriend's. Draco moaned and returned the kiss, and Harry slid his hand lower to grope Draco's arse and tug him closer.
Draco broke free of Harry's plundering lips and gasped, "Not here, Harry."
"Here," Harry rumbled. "Now." He pushed Draco against the opposite wall and reclaimed his boyfriend's mouth in a rough, possessive kiss.
Draco abandoned his protests and frotted their lower bodies together. Harry tugged Draco's robes up. His boyfriend was wearing nothing but pants underneath. Harry wasted no time in yanking the flimsy garment down and instructing Draco to step out of them. He then spun Draco around to face the wall.
"Hurry, Harry!"
Harry hiked his own robes up and fumbled with his trousers and pants until he managed to free his throbbing cock. Draco whispered a convenient incantation, and Harry grasped his boyfriend's hips and staked his claim with a bold thrust. Harry groaned, Draco gasped, and then they were fucking like randy crups, right there in the bathroom.
The door knob rattled behind them, followed by a muttered oath.
"Occupied!" Harry snarled. His pumping hips never slowed.
"If someone walks in on us, I'll...oh god, Harry, yes!"
Harry had closed his hand around Draco's hot length, and he began jacking his boyfriend in an awkward counterpoint to his own thrusts. It didn't take long for Draco to muffle his cries of completion into the arm he'd braced against the wall. As Harry felt Draco clench and contract around him, he rammed himself in, hard, twice more and joined his boyfriend in climax.
After catching his breath, Draco prodded Harry with a pointy elbow. "Back off, you animal," he complained.
Harry pulled out, flicked a cleaning charm over them and the wall, then bent to retrieve Draco's pants from the floor. Draco reached for them, but Harry snatched the pants out of his boyfriend's reach.
"Give me those!" snapped Draco. "They're my favorite pair."
"You may collect them from my flat later," Harry said with a grin as he tucked the pants in his pocket. He pivoted on his heel, removed the charm from the door and strutted out.
Draco didn't let Harry leave without a parting shot. "You're such an arse hole."