Cock and Bull 19
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Title: Cock and Bull 19
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ocs
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, off-screen violence
Word count: 1170
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 ldydark1, who requested more of Cock and Bull with a dash of sex and drama..
Summary: Life is made of ups and downs, ins and outs.
"Harry, look!"
Draco's cry startled Harry into squeezing Lizzie's teats harder than he'd meant to. She swung her head around and snorted at him. "Sorry," he muttered to the cow. Lizzy accepted his apology and buried her nose in the bucket of grain again.
Harry turned to look at Draco, surprised to see him cautiously entering the pasture. Normally, he avoided it, for fear of Chauncy. The bull didn't even look up from where he was grazing with the other cows, and Draco sidled up to Harry. Lizzie side-eyed him but didn't stop eating.
"Look, Harry," Draco whispered, holding his egg-gathering basket down to Harry's level. "I found a pink egg and a blue one!"
Harry paused in milking Lizzie to admire the colorful eggs. "They're fantastic," he said, and he meant it. The eggs were quite lovely, and Draco was grinning from ear to ear. Harry was also pleased to note that Draco's basket contained more eggs than usual. The new hens were already being productive.
Draco left to resume his chores, accompanied by Oscar the cat, and Harry finished milking the cows. He dumped the milk in his bulk tank and joined Draco in the house.
Draco was busy admiring his pastel-colored eggs. "I want to show them to Mrs Pempelton," he said.
Harry laughed at his obvious excitement. "Let's wait until we have enough to give her," he said. "Once you collect half a dozen of them, we can go visit Mrs Pempelton. She'll be needing some milk by then, too."
~*~
Two days later, Draco's Easter egger hens had laid a total of six colored eggs. He borrowed Harry's battered old camera to take a picture of them, then called for Harry's owl, Barney, to deliver the photo to his mother.
While Draco was busy doing that, Harry hitched Maude to the wagon and drove her around to the front of the house. He looped the reins over the porch railing and ambled out to the small milk house to get some fresh milk from the bulk tank. By the time Harry returned, Draco and Frankie were seated in the wagon, waiting for him. Harry climbed aboard, Draco twitched the reins, and Maude set out down the lane.
Fifteen minutes later, they turned into their neighbor's short lane. Mrs Pempelton was hanging bundles of herbs to dry from the the overhang on her porch. She waved to them, while her dogs capered around the wagon and barked. Frankie barked back; Maude merely flicked one long ear.
Draco all but threw the reins to Harry, hopped down, and grabbed the carton of eggs. "Look what we brought you," he cried, dashing up to greet Mrs Pempelton.
Harry shook his head, secured Maude's reins, and climbed down. He picked up the milk and followed Draco at a saner pace. Mrs Pempelton was exclaiming in delight over the pretty eggs. She glanced up, caught Harry's eyes, and smiled.
"Draco, be a dear and finish hanging these bundles for me, while Harry and I take the milk and eggs into the house," said Mrs Pempelton.
Harry opened the door for her and stepped to the side before following her into the house. Mrs Pempelton admired the eggs once more before putting them in her refrigerator. "Draco is certainly pleased with these, isn't he?" she remarked.
Harry chuckled. "He's so excited about them, you'd think he laid the eggs himself," he replied, handing Mrs Pempelton the milk.
She laughed and closed the fridge. "Let him have his fun."
Draco came in and began telling Mrs Pempelton all about his new hens. Harry let him yammer on for five minutes before he reminded Draco they needed to return home. Mrs Pempelton sent them on their way with two jars of apple butter.
~*~
From his knees, Harry pulled Draco's hips up and entered him from behind. Draco groaned and clutched the edges of his pillow. Harry paused halfway in. "Okay?"
"Yeah."
Harry drew back and thrust in again, deeper this time. He repeated the motion slowly until Draco grew impatient and began pushing back to meet him.
"Harder."
Harry obliged, driving in with more force. Soon, the sound of their skin slapping together filled the small bedroom, and the bed creaked beneath them. Their own moans, gasps, and pants added to the noise. Draco shifted his weight to rest on his left forearm and began wanking himself with his right hand.
"Yeah, oh yeah," he huffed.
Harry knew the precise moment that Draco climaxed; his lover clamped down on his cock and shouted out loud in pleasure. Harry renewed his efforts, pounding into Draco's body until it was he was the one raising his voice as he throbbed inside of Draco. He ended up draped over Draco's back as they caught their breath. Harry eventually pulled out and rolled away. He glanced at the clock. Time enough for a short nap before tea.
~*~
Harry and Draco were busy harvesting the squash from the garden when one of their neighbors drove in. Frankie barked and dashed out to confront the intruder, startling Esther and Oscar, who darted into the barn to hide. Harry stood up straight, removed his hat, and swiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
"It's Heath Breedlove," he said, heading over to meet their neighbor. Draco followed him, carrying their basket of squash.
"Heath," said Harry, tipping his chin up in greeting. "Did you bring another chicken, or a bottle of wine?"
His joke fell flat when Heath frowned and got out of his Land Rover. "Afraid not, Potter," he replied. "I brought bad news."
A sense of dread filled Harry. He hoped Heath's parents were okay. "What is it?"
"Will's in hospital," said Heath. "Someone worked him over pretty good last night."
"Someone beat him up?" Draco gasped.
Heath nodded and said, "I came to warn you. Will says the blokes called him a...called him derogatory names."
Harry's blood ran cold. "They assaulted him for being bent."
"Yeah," Heath confirmed, his voice a low growl. "Dad thought we should let you know, so you can be alert. I know you're more discreet than Will is, but it's a small town, and people talk."
Harry rocked back on his heels in thoughtful silence. "Does Will know who did it?"
Heath sighed. "I think he does, but he's not saying. Probably knows I'd go take care of it."
"It doesn't bother you that your cousin is bent?" Harry asked.
"Hell no," scoffed Heath. "My roommate at uni was bent, and he's still one of my best mates." He climbed back into his truck and lowered the window. "Be careful," he warned once more, before backing the Land Rover around and driving out again.
Harry and Draco watched him go, then turned to look at one another.
"Do you think we're in danger?" asked Draco.
"Let's hope not," Harry replied. "However, there are steps we can take to protect ourselves. To begin with, I'm going to strengthen the wards around our property."
Cock and Bull 20