Drifting (Harry Potter, Tom/Harry, #28)
Title: Drifting
Author: pollicem
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #28 - Wada Calcium CD3
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even a little.
Drifting
Tom was buried as deep as he could be in Harry’s throat, his hands fisted in disheveled silkiness - maybe pulling so much it hurt, but Harry wasn’t complaining as Tom groaned and came and loved the way Harry’s throat tightened around him.
They were in the main hallway to the Slytherin dungeons. Not even an invisibility cloak to cover them. First they’d done it in the diary. But now that Tom had found his way out and never wanted to go back, they were here.
Here where they were -
where?
harry, harry please, you have to try
hermione was foggy - she was stuck inside a dream but he would wake up. he could feel tom’s hands on the back of his neck, pulling him close, but here was hermione, handing him a glass of cloudy water with a spoon inside it, too. his tired feet wormed their way under tom’s warmth, and his hand wrapped around the glass - god it was cold - and raised it to his lips, and then the glass was warm and pliant and a tongue crept out to taste his. he smiled, sipped at tom’s lips -
“Harry, where are you?”
“Back here!”
“Where?”
“In the closet!”
“Have you found something to wear?”
“Well...”
“Merlin! You can’t be serious!”
“What would you do if I wore this?”
“Neither of us would make it on time, that’s for sure.”
“Couldn’t keep your hands off me, Tom?”
“Absolutely not... But I wouldn’t be the only one... And then I’d have to kill anyone who touched you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm... Mmmmmmm...”
“Okay! Okay. Let me get dressed.”
“Tease.”
“I’ll wear something - less exciting.”
“You could always not wear anything.”
“Out!”
-
but there wasn’t anywhere to go, there was just a dark splotch on the wall behind hermione’s fuzzy head, and the sound of tinkling as bits of something hit the floor. and then hermione’s robe turned and left, and harry wondered why he felt so cold and alone? where was -
“Tom!” And Harry was laughing as Tom pushed him against the door, unzipped Harry’s jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped long fingers against Harry’s skin, and there was a thigh between his, and he was burning up and Tom’s hand was on his forehead, fingers carding his hair and lips were against his, and they were together, until Tom pulled back and tugged Harry with him, toward bed, and Harry -
opened his eyes to black hair framing a sallow face. tom?
no, you stupid, selfish boy.
where’s tom?
he... left for a minute. drink this.
harry was pretty sure he was shaking his head, but the world was graying and lines were disappearing and his head was breaking into bits and somehow he was swallowing this goop like tar and he was choking on it, and coughing, and a hand, whose hand? soothing his hair back. and then he retched, and vomited, and he was whirling in the stench of it until suddenly it wasn’t. he squinted up into impossibly deep black eyes, saw flashes of tom, wanted him, but they resolved back into this face.
you have to stay here, harry. we need you here. you have to try.
but tom is so much nicer...
a hand came out to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. tom? -
“Right here, Harry. Shh, it’s okay.”
Harry was shivering against Tom’s heat underneath the blankets. Shivering, as Tom whispered to him in the predawn gloom.
“Just a nightmare. I’m right here.”
Harry struggled for even breaths against Tom’s neck as his hands ran up and down Tom’s back. “They said you’d gone.”
“I’ll always be here with you, Harry.”
And Harry curls against him as they drift back asleep.
Author: pollicem
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #28 - Wada Calcium CD3
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even a little.
Drifting
Tom was buried as deep as he could be in Harry’s throat, his hands fisted in disheveled silkiness - maybe pulling so much it hurt, but Harry wasn’t complaining as Tom groaned and came and loved the way Harry’s throat tightened around him.
They were in the main hallway to the Slytherin dungeons. Not even an invisibility cloak to cover them. First they’d done it in the diary. But now that Tom had found his way out and never wanted to go back, they were here.
Here where they were -
where?
harry, harry please, you have to try
hermione was foggy - she was stuck inside a dream but he would wake up. he could feel tom’s hands on the back of his neck, pulling him close, but here was hermione, handing him a glass of cloudy water with a spoon inside it, too. his tired feet wormed their way under tom’s warmth, and his hand wrapped around the glass - god it was cold - and raised it to his lips, and then the glass was warm and pliant and a tongue crept out to taste his. he smiled, sipped at tom’s lips -
“Harry, where are you?”
“Back here!”
“Where?”
“In the closet!”
“Have you found something to wear?”
“Well...”
“Merlin! You can’t be serious!”
“What would you do if I wore this?”
“Neither of us would make it on time, that’s for sure.”
“Couldn’t keep your hands off me, Tom?”
“Absolutely not... But I wouldn’t be the only one... And then I’d have to kill anyone who touched you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm... Mmmmmmm...”
“Okay! Okay. Let me get dressed.”
“Tease.”
“I’ll wear something - less exciting.”
“You could always not wear anything.”
“Out!”
-
but there wasn’t anywhere to go, there was just a dark splotch on the wall behind hermione’s fuzzy head, and the sound of tinkling as bits of something hit the floor. and then hermione’s robe turned and left, and harry wondered why he felt so cold and alone? where was -
“Tom!” And Harry was laughing as Tom pushed him against the door, unzipped Harry’s jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped long fingers against Harry’s skin, and there was a thigh between his, and he was burning up and Tom’s hand was on his forehead, fingers carding his hair and lips were against his, and they were together, until Tom pulled back and tugged Harry with him, toward bed, and Harry -
opened his eyes to black hair framing a sallow face. tom?
no, you stupid, selfish boy.
where’s tom?
he... left for a minute. drink this.
harry was pretty sure he was shaking his head, but the world was graying and lines were disappearing and his head was breaking into bits and somehow he was swallowing this goop like tar and he was choking on it, and coughing, and a hand, whose hand? soothing his hair back. and then he retched, and vomited, and he was whirling in the stench of it until suddenly it wasn’t. he squinted up into impossibly deep black eyes, saw flashes of tom, wanted him, but they resolved back into this face.
you have to stay here, harry. we need you here. you have to try.
but tom is so much nicer...
a hand came out to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. tom? -
“Right here, Harry. Shh, it’s okay.”
Harry was shivering against Tom’s heat underneath the blankets. Shivering, as Tom whispered to him in the predawn gloom.
“Just a nightmare. I’m right here.”
Harry struggled for even breaths against Tom’s neck as his hands ran up and down Tom’s back. “They said you’d gone.”
“I’ll always be here with you, Harry.”
And Harry curls against him as they drift back asleep.