Shades of Love, 23
Title: Shades of Love, 23
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Canon? What canon?
Word count: 765
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Part twenty-three of la_la_lucy's gift!fic. Dedicated to kittie8571 as a birthday gift.
Summary: Harry and Draco have time to think about The Ultimatum.
Harry held his temper in check until he returned to his sparsely furnished flat. He then slammed doors and cursed loudly. Damn Malfoy and his bloody stubborn streak. Harry was tempted to cut his losses and head back to Romania early. He could count thisas an enjoyable, albeit brief fling and get on with his life. Now if he could only convince his cock to forget about Malfoy, too.
~*~
Draco spent the rest of the day sulking. Why did Potter have to be so difficult? Draco had thought it was perfectly reasonable to suggest neither of them remain celibate while they were apart. What was the point? One of them could meet someone else. Draco squashed the niggling little spasm of jealousy he experienced at the thought of Potter taking another bloke to his bed.
~*~
After mulling it over for the remainder of the day, Harry began to reconsider his rash decision to storm out of the hotel room. While he didn't relish the idea of sharing Malfoy with anyone, would that not be preferable to never shagging the exasperating git again? The mere thought of bedding Malfoy caused Harry to grow hard with want. Could he honestly return to Romania, knowing he'd never have another chance to spread Malfoy's legs and shag him until they were both sated and sore?
Harry considered his options. He could flounce back to Romania and give up the best sex he'd ever had, or he could agree to Malfoy's terms and fuck his brains out each time he returned to London. From that perspective, his mind was already made up.
~*~
Draco was seriously reconsidering the ultimatum he'd delivered to Potter. He had felt things were progressing too quickly between them, so had driven him away with his cavalier, 'take it or leave it' counter offer. Potter had been the best shag of his life, bar none, and now he was gone. Perhaps it was for the best. Draco didn't think he was ready to commit to one person again, and he had a difficult time believing Potter would have remained celibate back in Romania any way. Still, Potter had been terribly angry when he'd left. Could Draco have misjudged him?
It seemed he had two choices. He could let Potter return to Romania and never share his bed again, or he could tell Potter that he'd changed his mind. After all, if they didn't see one another very often, he wouldn't very well fall for him, would he?
~*~
Harry took a deep breath for courage and rang the buzzer for Malfoy's flat. Malfoy himself answered the door. Harry hadn't meant for the first words out of his mouth to be "Where's Antoine?", but that's exactly what he blurted.
"He skived off to France to spend time with his family, if you can imagine," Draco replied, wondering why they were discussing Antoine. He supposed Harry had come to say goodbye, and Draco was determined to tell him that he'd reconsidered and was now willing to see where a mutually exclusive relationship would lead.
"Draco, I've been thinking about what you said this morning," Harry began, "and I find myself agreeing with you. It would be a shame for us to limit ourselves when we could be enjoying the company of others when we're not together." He had rehearsed that little speech for half an hour, and Harry was pleased by how it came out. He liked the fact that it implied he wouldn't be pining for Draco when he was in Romania.
Draco clenched his teeth, but he kept his expression impassive. "I'm pleased you've decided to be reasonable about it," he said, trying to banish the image of Harry bedding Charlie Weasley.
"I go back tomorrow," Harry mentioned. He was trying to sound casual, but what he really wanted was to toss Draco over his back, caveman style, and haul him to bed where they would spend the next several hours shagging until their eyes crossed.
"I have a photo shoot tomorrow," Draco said, hoping that Harry planned to spend the night. He intended to send him back to Romania with something to remember him by. "Perhaps we can have dinner?" he ventured.
This was all very polite and civil and not at all what Harry wanted. Allowing his Gryffindor nature full rein, he growled, "Fuck dinner. I want to devour you."
~tbc~
Shades of Love, 24
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Canon? What canon?
Word count: 765
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Part twenty-three of la_la_lucy's gift!fic. Dedicated to kittie8571 as a birthday gift.
Summary: Harry and Draco have time to think about The Ultimatum.
Harry held his temper in check until he returned to his sparsely furnished flat. He then slammed doors and cursed loudly. Damn Malfoy and his bloody stubborn streak. Harry was tempted to cut his losses and head back to Romania early. He could count thisas an enjoyable, albeit brief fling and get on with his life. Now if he could only convince his cock to forget about Malfoy, too.
~*~
Draco spent the rest of the day sulking. Why did Potter have to be so difficult? Draco had thought it was perfectly reasonable to suggest neither of them remain celibate while they were apart. What was the point? One of them could meet someone else. Draco squashed the niggling little spasm of jealousy he experienced at the thought of Potter taking another bloke to his bed.
~*~
After mulling it over for the remainder of the day, Harry began to reconsider his rash decision to storm out of the hotel room. While he didn't relish the idea of sharing Malfoy with anyone, would that not be preferable to never shagging the exasperating git again? The mere thought of bedding Malfoy caused Harry to grow hard with want. Could he honestly return to Romania, knowing he'd never have another chance to spread Malfoy's legs and shag him until they were both sated and sore?
Harry considered his options. He could flounce back to Romania and give up the best sex he'd ever had, or he could agree to Malfoy's terms and fuck his brains out each time he returned to London. From that perspective, his mind was already made up.
~*~
Draco was seriously reconsidering the ultimatum he'd delivered to Potter. He had felt things were progressing too quickly between them, so had driven him away with his cavalier, 'take it or leave it' counter offer. Potter had been the best shag of his life, bar none, and now he was gone. Perhaps it was for the best. Draco didn't think he was ready to commit to one person again, and he had a difficult time believing Potter would have remained celibate back in Romania any way. Still, Potter had been terribly angry when he'd left. Could Draco have misjudged him?
It seemed he had two choices. He could let Potter return to Romania and never share his bed again, or he could tell Potter that he'd changed his mind. After all, if they didn't see one another very often, he wouldn't very well fall for him, would he?
~*~
Harry took a deep breath for courage and rang the buzzer for Malfoy's flat. Malfoy himself answered the door. Harry hadn't meant for the first words out of his mouth to be "Where's Antoine?", but that's exactly what he blurted.
"He skived off to France to spend time with his family, if you can imagine," Draco replied, wondering why they were discussing Antoine. He supposed Harry had come to say goodbye, and Draco was determined to tell him that he'd reconsidered and was now willing to see where a mutually exclusive relationship would lead.
"Draco, I've been thinking about what you said this morning," Harry began, "and I find myself agreeing with you. It would be a shame for us to limit ourselves when we could be enjoying the company of others when we're not together." He had rehearsed that little speech for half an hour, and Harry was pleased by how it came out. He liked the fact that it implied he wouldn't be pining for Draco when he was in Romania.
Draco clenched his teeth, but he kept his expression impassive. "I'm pleased you've decided to be reasonable about it," he said, trying to banish the image of Harry bedding Charlie Weasley.
"I go back tomorrow," Harry mentioned. He was trying to sound casual, but what he really wanted was to toss Draco over his back, caveman style, and haul him to bed where they would spend the next several hours shagging until their eyes crossed.
"I have a photo shoot tomorrow," Draco said, hoping that Harry planned to spend the night. He intended to send him back to Romania with something to remember him by. "Perhaps we can have dinner?" he ventured.
This was all very polite and civil and not at all what Harry wanted. Allowing his Gryffindor nature full rein, he growled, "Fuck dinner. I want to devour you."
~tbc~
Shades of Love, 24