Birthday!gift: Love in an Airport
Title: Love in an Airport
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slash, sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 705
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for camillily, whose prompt was airport.
Summary: I spy...a place to shag.
"Why, for the love of Merlin, could we not simply take a portkey?"
Harry glanced over at his irritated boyfriend. "The island is completely Muggle," he replied laconically, leafing through an electronics magazine at the airport.
Draco slumped back in his uncomfortable chair with a huff.
"Are you bored?"
"No, Harry, I'm having the time of my life."
Harry gave Draco an impish grin. "We could shag," he suggested quietly.
"In the airport?! Are you mad?!"
"Mad about you," Harry replied with an exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows.
"You are insufferable," Draco grumbled.
Harry laughed. "Alright, if you aren't bold enough to shag at the airport, then we can amuse ourselves by thinking of places we could shag, if you were so inclined." When Draco merely sneered at him, Harry took the initiative. "I'll begin. We could shag in the men's room."
"We've done that before," Draco reminded him.
"Yes, but not at the airport," Harry pointed out. Silence reigned between them a moment before he prodded, "It's your turn."
Draco scowled before conceding ungraciously. "Very well. We could...find an empty office somewhere."
Harry beamed at him for playing along. "We could hide behind some fake foliage and shag," he ventured, shifting in his chair. All this talk of shagging was having a predictable reaction.
"We could hop a lift and stop it between floors for a quickie," Draco grinned, beginning to get into the spirit of things.
Harry was pleased to have cajoled his boyfriend out of his gloomy mood. "We could sneak back into the customs area for a shag."
"We could Disillusion ourselves and shag on the luggage carousel," suggested Draco.
Harry's eyes widened. "Draco, how naughty of you," he scolded, covertly pressing against the bulge in his trousers.
Draco laughed. "I believe it's your turn."
Gathering his wits, Harry said, "We could find a hangar-"
"And shag on one of the airplanes parked there!" Draco finished for him.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"We need to find a place to shag," Harry panted.
Draco looked about anxiously. "There's a men's washroom right over there."
"Brilliant," sighed Harry. "You go in first, and I'll follow a moment later."
Draco nodded and rose from his seat before walking quickly to the men's room. Harry followed a short time later, trying to appear as casual as possible. When he reached the door to the washroom, he waved his hand, causing an 'Out of Order' sign to appear. When he entered the washroom, one bloke was drying his hands, and there was no sign of Draco. Harry looked down and recognized Draco's expensive shoes in the closed stall. Waiting until the other man left, Harry drew his wand and sealed the door before entering the stall Draco was in. Draco's trousers and pants were already dropped to mid-thigh, and he turned in the cramped space, bracing himself against one wall and jutting his arse out. Harry's breath shortened when he saw that his boyfriend had already prepared himself with a couple quick charms. Harry wasted no time undoing his own trousers, banging his elbow painfully against the door in the process. He guided himself to Draco's entrance and pushed into him in a smooth stroke.
The walls of the enclosed stall shook with the force of their energetic shagging, and Harry wondered belatedly if Draco had cast a Silencing charm. Panic spurred him on, and he thrust harder and faster. Draco didn't seem to mind, if the loud and lusty cries coming from him were any indication. Harry reached around to give his boyfriend a hand, and Draco climaxed a moment later, tightening around Harry in one rippling spasm after another. Harry rewarded him by filling Draco with the results of his own release.
Draco cursed when Harry pulled out abruptly, then gasped when he was hit with a cleaning charm.
"Get dressed," Harry chided. "We have to get out of here before anyone gets suspicious."
Draco nodded as he pulled his pants and trousers up. "Agreed," he muttered as he set himself to rights, "but you're going out there first."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slash, sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 705
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for camillily, whose prompt was airport.
Summary: I spy...a place to shag.
"Why, for the love of Merlin, could we not simply take a portkey?"
Harry glanced over at his irritated boyfriend. "The island is completely Muggle," he replied laconically, leafing through an electronics magazine at the airport.
Draco slumped back in his uncomfortable chair with a huff.
"Are you bored?"
"No, Harry, I'm having the time of my life."
Harry gave Draco an impish grin. "We could shag," he suggested quietly.
"In the airport?! Are you mad?!"
"Mad about you," Harry replied with an exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows.
"You are insufferable," Draco grumbled.
Harry laughed. "Alright, if you aren't bold enough to shag at the airport, then we can amuse ourselves by thinking of places we could shag, if you were so inclined." When Draco merely sneered at him, Harry took the initiative. "I'll begin. We could shag in the men's room."
"We've done that before," Draco reminded him.
"Yes, but not at the airport," Harry pointed out. Silence reigned between them a moment before he prodded, "It's your turn."
Draco scowled before conceding ungraciously. "Very well. We could...find an empty office somewhere."
Harry beamed at him for playing along. "We could hide behind some fake foliage and shag," he ventured, shifting in his chair. All this talk of shagging was having a predictable reaction.
"We could hop a lift and stop it between floors for a quickie," Draco grinned, beginning to get into the spirit of things.
Harry was pleased to have cajoled his boyfriend out of his gloomy mood. "We could sneak back into the customs area for a shag."
"We could Disillusion ourselves and shag on the luggage carousel," suggested Draco.
Harry's eyes widened. "Draco, how naughty of you," he scolded, covertly pressing against the bulge in his trousers.
Draco laughed. "I believe it's your turn."
Gathering his wits, Harry said, "We could find a hangar-"
"And shag on one of the airplanes parked there!" Draco finished for him.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"We need to find a place to shag," Harry panted.
Draco looked about anxiously. "There's a men's washroom right over there."
"Brilliant," sighed Harry. "You go in first, and I'll follow a moment later."
Draco nodded and rose from his seat before walking quickly to the men's room. Harry followed a short time later, trying to appear as casual as possible. When he reached the door to the washroom, he waved his hand, causing an 'Out of Order' sign to appear. When he entered the washroom, one bloke was drying his hands, and there was no sign of Draco. Harry looked down and recognized Draco's expensive shoes in the closed stall. Waiting until the other man left, Harry drew his wand and sealed the door before entering the stall Draco was in. Draco's trousers and pants were already dropped to mid-thigh, and he turned in the cramped space, bracing himself against one wall and jutting his arse out. Harry's breath shortened when he saw that his boyfriend had already prepared himself with a couple quick charms. Harry wasted no time undoing his own trousers, banging his elbow painfully against the door in the process. He guided himself to Draco's entrance and pushed into him in a smooth stroke.
The walls of the enclosed stall shook with the force of their energetic shagging, and Harry wondered belatedly if Draco had cast a Silencing charm. Panic spurred him on, and he thrust harder and faster. Draco didn't seem to mind, if the loud and lusty cries coming from him were any indication. Harry reached around to give his boyfriend a hand, and Draco climaxed a moment later, tightening around Harry in one rippling spasm after another. Harry rewarded him by filling Draco with the results of his own release.
Draco cursed when Harry pulled out abruptly, then gasped when he was hit with a cleaning charm.
"Get dressed," Harry chided. "We have to get out of here before anyone gets suspicious."
Draco nodded as he pulled his pants and trousers up. "Agreed," he muttered as he set himself to rights, "but you're going out there first."