Fic: Miss You Nights (Draco/Harry)
TITLE: Miss You Nights
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Just because they agreed to keep their relationship a secret doesn’t mean Harry has to like it when Draco sees other people.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Draco/Harry)
STATUS: Complete - 746 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Round 6 @ daisychain_drab
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The glowing numbers on his watch read 2:38. Harry forced his eyes away for the hundredth time and rolled over restlessly. He felt like he had been awake for hours, days even. Rolling over again, Harry stared wide-eyed up at the crimson canopy above his bed.
This was ridiculous. Why did he put himself through this every Friday and Saturday night? Every weekend he would toss and turn waiting for Draco to come home. He knew his absence was necessary - neither of them wanted anyone to know about their secret tryst - but knowing Draco was out and about with someone else turned Harry’s stomach.
When Draco quietly opened his bedroom door half an hour later, Harry closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. After a few long moments, the desk light snapped on.
Blinking, Harry opened his eyes. “Hey.”
Draco’s back was turned. “Give me a break. You weren’t sleeping.”
“What? Yes, I was.”
Draco turned, rolling his eyes. “Harry, I know when you’re sleeping and when you’re not.”
Harry conceded defeat, sitting up and grabbing the glass of water from his bedside table.
Draco unbuttoned his shirt. He took the shirt off and dropped it over the back of the desk chair. Harry swallowed hard at the sight of Draco’s bare chest and quickly gulped down some more water.
God, he missed him.
Harry stared at the muscles in Draco’s arms as he stretched languidly overhead and yawned. Harry spoke before he could stop himself. “How was your date?”
Draco shrugged and unzipped his jeans. “Not bad.” His jeans fell to the carpet, and he stepped out of them. He stood in his tight briefs, slowly folding his pants.
Harry fidgeted, his dick getting hard despite himself, he slid out of bed and crossed the room, taking Draco’s pants from him and throwing them aside. “I missed you,” Harry whispered, stepping close. Draco barely managed to look up before Harry sealed their mouths together.
The kiss was supposed to be functional, the kind of kiss that abandoned any sense of foreplay in favour of everything that came after. But the instant their lips met, all of that need and desperation went out the window.
Draco opened to him with a surprised little whimper that went straight to Harry’s cock. All need and delight rolled into one right, bleached blond, electrified package. He drank Draco’s kiss like he’d been parched for it, and though he held his own, twisting his tongue around Draco’s until his brain was ready to explode, he let Draco lead the whole way.
He didn’t protest when Draco pushed him back onto the bed and half-covered him with his overheated body. His fingers dug in for extra purchase when Draco licked along his lower lip and that was enough to break the spell.
“We can’t do this right now,” Harry whispered against Draco’s lips.
Draco looked stricken, like his favourite toy had been taken away for a moment before he managed to smooth his features. “Why not?”
“Because you smell like cheap perfume.” Harry pushed Draco gently but insistently away.
Draco moved back easily enough, but he stared, his eyes searching Harry’s face. Harry knew what he was searching for, he was searching to see if Harry was okay, he did the same thing every weekend and Harry returned the favour when he returned from one date or another. They both observed each other, waiting for someone to crack, to say they couldn’t do this anymore, that they didn’t want to date anyone but each other. But they never did.
Harry eased off the bed, hyper-aware of how his pajamas clung to his body. His hands trembled until he braced them against the mattress and bent over, fighting the urge to climb back in and take up where they’d left off.
He took a long breath and shut out how a single kiss could set his very soul on fire.
“Take a shower, Draco.”
END
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Just because they agreed to keep their relationship a secret doesn’t mean Harry has to like it when Draco sees other people.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Draco/Harry)
STATUS: Complete - 746 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Round 6 @ daisychain_drab
*
The glowing numbers on his watch read 2:38. Harry forced his eyes away for the hundredth time and rolled over restlessly. He felt like he had been awake for hours, days even. Rolling over again, Harry stared wide-eyed up at the crimson canopy above his bed.
This was ridiculous. Why did he put himself through this every Friday and Saturday night? Every weekend he would toss and turn waiting for Draco to come home. He knew his absence was necessary - neither of them wanted anyone to know about their secret tryst - but knowing Draco was out and about with someone else turned Harry’s stomach.
When Draco quietly opened his bedroom door half an hour later, Harry closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. After a few long moments, the desk light snapped on.
Blinking, Harry opened his eyes. “Hey.”
Draco’s back was turned. “Give me a break. You weren’t sleeping.”
“What? Yes, I was.”
Draco turned, rolling his eyes. “Harry, I know when you’re sleeping and when you’re not.”
Harry conceded defeat, sitting up and grabbing the glass of water from his bedside table.
Draco unbuttoned his shirt. He took the shirt off and dropped it over the back of the desk chair. Harry swallowed hard at the sight of Draco’s bare chest and quickly gulped down some more water.
God, he missed him.
Harry stared at the muscles in Draco’s arms as he stretched languidly overhead and yawned. Harry spoke before he could stop himself. “How was your date?”
Draco shrugged and unzipped his jeans. “Not bad.” His jeans fell to the carpet, and he stepped out of them. He stood in his tight briefs, slowly folding his pants.
Harry fidgeted, his dick getting hard despite himself, he slid out of bed and crossed the room, taking Draco’s pants from him and throwing them aside. “I missed you,” Harry whispered, stepping close. Draco barely managed to look up before Harry sealed their mouths together.
The kiss was supposed to be functional, the kind of kiss that abandoned any sense of foreplay in favour of everything that came after. But the instant their lips met, all of that need and desperation went out the window.
Draco opened to him with a surprised little whimper that went straight to Harry’s cock. All need and delight rolled into one right, bleached blond, electrified package. He drank Draco’s kiss like he’d been parched for it, and though he held his own, twisting his tongue around Draco’s until his brain was ready to explode, he let Draco lead the whole way.
He didn’t protest when Draco pushed him back onto the bed and half-covered him with his overheated body. His fingers dug in for extra purchase when Draco licked along his lower lip and that was enough to break the spell.
“We can’t do this right now,” Harry whispered against Draco’s lips.
Draco looked stricken, like his favourite toy had been taken away for a moment before he managed to smooth his features. “Why not?”
“Because you smell like cheap perfume.” Harry pushed Draco gently but insistently away.
Draco moved back easily enough, but he stared, his eyes searching Harry’s face. Harry knew what he was searching for, he was searching to see if Harry was okay, he did the same thing every weekend and Harry returned the favour when he returned from one date or another. They both observed each other, waiting for someone to crack, to say they couldn’t do this anymore, that they didn’t want to date anyone but each other. But they never did.
Harry eased off the bed, hyper-aware of how his pajamas clung to his body. His hands trembled until he braced them against the mattress and bent over, fighting the urge to climb back in and take up where they’d left off.
He took a long breath and shut out how a single kiss could set his very soul on fire.
“Take a shower, Draco.”
END