Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge # 162
August rolled in hot--the Dog Days are upon us! Even the cats are lethargic in this heat.
This month's JMDC prompt is a short list of summer words: beach, cocktail, sunglasses, swim, tan line(s). Use one, some, or all! Feel free to write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you're able.
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 August 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 this month:
Title: Sunkissed
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 455
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 162 - beach, cocktail, sunglasses, swim, tan line(s)
♦ Gift for JMDC No. 161 winner bleedingangel84
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 83 - Get kissed by the sun
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 160 - Crup days of Summer
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 231 - Vacation photo prompts (on a beach anywhere).
Summary: Harry can't wait to taste a sunkissed Draco.
"Mm, I wonder how the Weasleys are enduring the Crup days of Summer," Draco mused.
Harry turned his head, but Draco's eyes were impossible to see behind his dark sunglasses. "Don't you mean, you wonder how the other half is living?" he asked.
"Yes, that's what I said."
"Git," Harry muttered. His words lacked real heat. It was difficult to muster any ire while relaxing on a chaise lounge on a sunny beach in the tropics. The breeze coming in off the ocean kept the temperature tolerable, and the susurration of the waves lapping rhythmically into shore had Harry feeling relaxed and lethargic. He languidly cast another charm to prevent sunburn, including Draco under the spell's protection. Harry wanted to get kissed by the sun, not roasted by it.
He glanced over at Draco again. Even his boyfriend's normally pale skin had a faint, golden glow. This holiday had been a brilliant idea. Harry couldn't wait to tug Draco's swim trunks down to reveal the porcelain perfection of his arse. He'd never seen his boyfriend with tan lines before, and the mere thought of it was making Harry randy.
"Say, Draco-"
"Not now."
Harry blinked in confusion. "Sorry?"
"You want to go into our bungalow and molest me, and I said not now."
"Why not?" Harry all but whined.
"I am relaxing on the beach and enjoying it," Draco replied. "We can shag later."
"Tease," Harry muttered.
Draco's head turned, although his eyes remained hidden. "How am I being a tease?"
"By...by lying there and looking so delicious!" Harry cried.
Draco's lips twitched. "My apologies, Harry," he drawled. "I shall strive not to look so delicious."
"Berk."
"Rub one out."
"I can't do that here! This is a public beach!"
"Then go into the bungalow."
Harry's scowl deepened. "It's no fun without you."
"We'll have fun later," said Draco. "Make yourself useful and fetch me one of those fruity cocktails from the bar."
"What's in it for me?" asked Harry, sliding into bargaining mode.
"You may have my cherry."
"I already took your cherry."
Draco grinned. "Was that you? I'd forgotten."
Harry swore he could feel steam come out of his ears. "You twat," he growled. "Just for that, you can get your own bloody cocktail."
"If I have to get my own bloody cocktail now, you're not getting anywhere near my cock later."
Harry cringed. If there was one thing he'd learned about Draco over the years, it was that he didn't make idle threats. "Alright," he grumbled, swinging his legs over the edge of the lounge to stand up. "I'll get you a cocktail. What do you want?"
"Sex on the Beach."
"I hate you."
"Hurry it up, Harry. My cocktail isn't going to fetch itself."
This month's JMDC prompt is a short list of summer words: beach, cocktail, sunglasses, swim, tan line(s). Use one, some, or all! Feel free to write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you're able.
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 August 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 this month:
Title: Sunkissed
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 455
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 162 - beach, cocktail, sunglasses, swim, tan line(s)
♦ Gift for JMDC No. 161 winner bleedingangel84
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 83 - Get kissed by the sun
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 160 - Crup days of Summer
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 231 - Vacation photo prompts (on a beach anywhere).
Summary: Harry can't wait to taste a sunkissed Draco.
"Mm, I wonder how the Weasleys are enduring the Crup days of Summer," Draco mused.
Harry turned his head, but Draco's eyes were impossible to see behind his dark sunglasses. "Don't you mean, you wonder how the other half is living?" he asked.
"Yes, that's what I said."
"Git," Harry muttered. His words lacked real heat. It was difficult to muster any ire while relaxing on a chaise lounge on a sunny beach in the tropics. The breeze coming in off the ocean kept the temperature tolerable, and the susurration of the waves lapping rhythmically into shore had Harry feeling relaxed and lethargic. He languidly cast another charm to prevent sunburn, including Draco under the spell's protection. Harry wanted to get kissed by the sun, not roasted by it.
He glanced over at Draco again. Even his boyfriend's normally pale skin had a faint, golden glow. This holiday had been a brilliant idea. Harry couldn't wait to tug Draco's swim trunks down to reveal the porcelain perfection of his arse. He'd never seen his boyfriend with tan lines before, and the mere thought of it was making Harry randy.
"Say, Draco-"
"Not now."
Harry blinked in confusion. "Sorry?"
"You want to go into our bungalow and molest me, and I said not now."
"Why not?" Harry all but whined.
"I am relaxing on the beach and enjoying it," Draco replied. "We can shag later."
"Tease," Harry muttered.
Draco's head turned, although his eyes remained hidden. "How am I being a tease?"
"By...by lying there and looking so delicious!" Harry cried.
Draco's lips twitched. "My apologies, Harry," he drawled. "I shall strive not to look so delicious."
"Berk."
"Rub one out."
"I can't do that here! This is a public beach!"
"Then go into the bungalow."
Harry's scowl deepened. "It's no fun without you."
"We'll have fun later," said Draco. "Make yourself useful and fetch me one of those fruity cocktails from the bar."
"What's in it for me?" asked Harry, sliding into bargaining mode.
"You may have my cherry."
"I already took your cherry."
Draco grinned. "Was that you? I'd forgotten."
Harry swore he could feel steam come out of his ears. "You twat," he growled. "Just for that, you can get your own bloody cocktail."
"If I have to get my own bloody cocktail now, you're not getting anywhere near my cock later."
Harry cringed. If there was one thing he'd learned about Draco over the years, it was that he didn't make idle threats. "Alright," he grumbled, swinging his legs over the edge of the lounge to stand up. "I'll get you a cocktail. What do you want?"
"Sex on the Beach."
"I hate you."
"Hurry it up, Harry. My cocktail isn't going to fetch itself."