In Search of What Comes Easy - Part 4
Title: In Search of What Comes Easy
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 4 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is R
Pairings/Characters: Brian/Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry/Draco
Timeline: Post Deathly Hallows for HP. Pre 101 and beginning to overlap with S1 cannon for QAF.
Warnings: This story begins and ends with Brian/Draco - they are the OTP in this fic, but I hope you will appreciate the relationship between Harry and Draco too. M/M sex. Some violence.
Summary: Brian knows that Draco is a wizard. He knows about his shady past. But strangest of all, Brian also knows that he wants Draco in his life. But sometimes wanting something isn't enough.
A/N - I'm just beginning to realize what a massive undertaking this fic is going to be. Hope you all are ready for a long ride. :) Also let me know if you want me to keep posting in small bits or would rather larger parts. I know I feel more accomplished and motivated posting in smaller parts, but as a reader I like big sections....soooo...let me know! :)
Part 4
A few hours later, even as Draco presses his legs against the tangle of sheets, waves of pleasure rolling through his limbs, he cannot help but feel some shame in what he is doing.
His trunk is packed. All his belongings ready for his departure the next morning. He will take a Portkey from Diagon Alley to New York, have his interview with the New York Auror department and be back in Pittsburgh by nightfall.
He knows he will see Brian in just over twenty-four hours, and yet his resolve has weakened. He could not deny himself this one last time and when the opportunity had arisen, he had taken it.
“Feel good?” A voice rasps at his ear.
“Gods, yesss…” A high, pining sound drags out from between Draco's lips.
“You drive me crazy when you moan like that.”
“Can’t help myself. Feels too fucking good.”
“You close?” His partner asks.
“Yeah, don’t stop.”
The deft fingers around his cock grow stronger, speeding their pace, stoking the fire that is consuming him from his head to his toes. He is alight with a beautiful burning, a blinding bliss. His skin flushes, his stomach muscles clench, his cock swells with the unbearable tension of his imminent release.
"I’m…mmm….fuck!” He cries, collapsing back against the bed, muscles releasing as the rush of orgasm crashes through him.
Across the Atlantic, Brian utters something equally unintelligible and falls back against his own bed, a mischievous smile barely ghosting over his lips. He lifts his head off his pillow, careful not to dislodge the phone cradled against his ear as he survey's the damage splattered across his chest.
“Christ Draco, that was almost as good as having you here.” Brian says, still slightly breathless. Draco snickers.
“I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not.” Draco casts a quick cleaning spell over his stomach and hand. Once the spell work is done, he takes the phone from where it is hovering in the air with a levitation charm and turns off the speakerphone function.
“Take it as a testament to your vastly improved phone sex skills.”
“Considering I’d never even heard of the art form three weeks ago, I’d say my learning curve has been very high.”
“I would expect nothing less from my most prized pupil.”
Draco grins privately at Brian’s circuitously sweet remark. The tenderness is there, if you just know how to hear it.
"Did I wake you?" Draco asks, lifting his hips to slide his trousers back up.
"Of course you did. It's fucking seven forty-five in the morning."
"Aren't you usually up by now?"
"Yeah." Brian says, pushing himself up into a sitting position and only then realizing what the orgasm had post-ponned: that he was pretty damn hung over. "Just...had a late night."
"Let me guess, Woody's with the boys then to Babylon where you indulged in far too much alcohol, drugs and men."
"When did you become such a smart son of a bitch?"
"I've always been a smart son of a bitch, it's part of my charm." Brian snorts on the other end of the line. "Well, I'm sorry for waking you."
"Don't appologize. You calling me to tell me that you have a massive hard on and can't stop thinking about my mouth on your cock is much better than an alarm clock."
"I couldn't help myself." Draco says shrugging his shoulders with a shy smile, even though the act goes unseen. "Something about packing this morning got me all turned on."
"Kinky."
"Not at all. I'm just excited to see you I think. I've missed you, you know."
An aching silence fills Draco's ears as Brian swings his feet over the side of his bed, resting his pounding head in a hand. Even for the hell his body is in from the hang over, a strange feeling seizes his chest, one he might identify as elation at the thought of Draco's return. Brian doesn't miss people. He thinks is a waste of energy, but the thought of having Draco in his bed once more is most certainly a good thing.
"It's not even been a month." Brian replies finally. But for all the reprimand in his statement, his voice is mild.
"That's too long." Draco says with a shake of his head. "I'm sick of imagining you, Brian. I want to feel you. To taste you. To have you for real and not just in my head."
The feeling in Brian's chest surges again.
"I promise to make it worth the wait."
"I'm holding you to that."
"Do you doubt it?
"Not for a second." Draco smiles into the phone as on the other end of the line, Brian bites at his lip to suppress a smile of his own.
"So... what have you been up to the past few days?" Brian asks, padding into his bathroom and turning on the shower.
"Not much. Packing mostly. Pansy and Blaise came over last night."
"Uh oh, a night with two former lovers? Should I be jealous?"
"Are you jealous?"
"I don't do jealous."
"No of course you don't." Draco smirks, throwing open the glass door to the balcony off his room and stepping out into the afternoon sun. "But I wouldn't worry about it anyway. The way they bicker, they'll probably end up together eventually. Although they are both desperate to shag you and they both blame you for stealing me away back to the States. But before you even begin to panic, you know that isn't the reason I'm coming back, so just put that thought from that pretty little head of yours at once."
Brian rolls his eyes, partially at the way Draco had phrased the order and partially at how perfectly the other man knows him. And his insecurities.
"You nervous about tomorrow?" Brian asks.
Draco's Auror interview the next day had been a frequent topic for discussion. Brian, being the master of sales he is, had gifted Draco with as many of his tricks of the trade as possible. He had coached Draco on nearly everything related to the interview, based on the claim that he had never not gotten a job offer after having one. He told Draco how to sit, how to talk - even going so far as to suggest what outfit to wear.
Draco scoffs. "Please, with my inbred penchant for schmoozing and all the advice you've given me? I'm a shooin."
Brian laughs gently, then says, "Look, I gotta run. Find some fucking asprin and get to work. But...Dra?"
"Hmm?"
Brian pauses, savoring the truth in his next statement.
"I'll see you soon."
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 4 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is R
Pairings/Characters: Brian/Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry/Draco
Timeline: Post Deathly Hallows for HP. Pre 101 and beginning to overlap with S1 cannon for QAF.
Warnings: This story begins and ends with Brian/Draco - they are the OTP in this fic, but I hope you will appreciate the relationship between Harry and Draco too. M/M sex. Some violence.
Summary: Brian knows that Draco is a wizard. He knows about his shady past. But strangest of all, Brian also knows that he wants Draco in his life. But sometimes wanting something isn't enough.
A/N - I'm just beginning to realize what a massive undertaking this fic is going to be. Hope you all are ready for a long ride. :) Also let me know if you want me to keep posting in small bits or would rather larger parts. I know I feel more accomplished and motivated posting in smaller parts, but as a reader I like big sections....soooo...let me know! :)
Part 4
A few hours later, even as Draco presses his legs against the tangle of sheets, waves of pleasure rolling through his limbs, he cannot help but feel some shame in what he is doing.
His trunk is packed. All his belongings ready for his departure the next morning. He will take a Portkey from Diagon Alley to New York, have his interview with the New York Auror department and be back in Pittsburgh by nightfall.
He knows he will see Brian in just over twenty-four hours, and yet his resolve has weakened. He could not deny himself this one last time and when the opportunity had arisen, he had taken it.
“Feel good?” A voice rasps at his ear.
“Gods, yesss…” A high, pining sound drags out from between Draco's lips.
“You drive me crazy when you moan like that.”
“Can’t help myself. Feels too fucking good.”
“You close?” His partner asks.
“Yeah, don’t stop.”
The deft fingers around his cock grow stronger, speeding their pace, stoking the fire that is consuming him from his head to his toes. He is alight with a beautiful burning, a blinding bliss. His skin flushes, his stomach muscles clench, his cock swells with the unbearable tension of his imminent release.
"I’m…mmm….fuck!” He cries, collapsing back against the bed, muscles releasing as the rush of orgasm crashes through him.
Across the Atlantic, Brian utters something equally unintelligible and falls back against his own bed, a mischievous smile barely ghosting over his lips. He lifts his head off his pillow, careful not to dislodge the phone cradled against his ear as he survey's the damage splattered across his chest.
“Christ Draco, that was almost as good as having you here.” Brian says, still slightly breathless. Draco snickers.
“I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not.” Draco casts a quick cleaning spell over his stomach and hand. Once the spell work is done, he takes the phone from where it is hovering in the air with a levitation charm and turns off the speakerphone function.
“Take it as a testament to your vastly improved phone sex skills.”
“Considering I’d never even heard of the art form three weeks ago, I’d say my learning curve has been very high.”
“I would expect nothing less from my most prized pupil.”
Draco grins privately at Brian’s circuitously sweet remark. The tenderness is there, if you just know how to hear it.
"Did I wake you?" Draco asks, lifting his hips to slide his trousers back up.
"Of course you did. It's fucking seven forty-five in the morning."
"Aren't you usually up by now?"
"Yeah." Brian says, pushing himself up into a sitting position and only then realizing what the orgasm had post-ponned: that he was pretty damn hung over. "Just...had a late night."
"Let me guess, Woody's with the boys then to Babylon where you indulged in far too much alcohol, drugs and men."
"When did you become such a smart son of a bitch?"
"I've always been a smart son of a bitch, it's part of my charm." Brian snorts on the other end of the line. "Well, I'm sorry for waking you."
"Don't appologize. You calling me to tell me that you have a massive hard on and can't stop thinking about my mouth on your cock is much better than an alarm clock."
"I couldn't help myself." Draco says shrugging his shoulders with a shy smile, even though the act goes unseen. "Something about packing this morning got me all turned on."
"Kinky."
"Not at all. I'm just excited to see you I think. I've missed you, you know."
An aching silence fills Draco's ears as Brian swings his feet over the side of his bed, resting his pounding head in a hand. Even for the hell his body is in from the hang over, a strange feeling seizes his chest, one he might identify as elation at the thought of Draco's return. Brian doesn't miss people. He thinks is a waste of energy, but the thought of having Draco in his bed once more is most certainly a good thing.
"It's not even been a month." Brian replies finally. But for all the reprimand in his statement, his voice is mild.
"That's too long." Draco says with a shake of his head. "I'm sick of imagining you, Brian. I want to feel you. To taste you. To have you for real and not just in my head."
The feeling in Brian's chest surges again.
"I promise to make it worth the wait."
"I'm holding you to that."
"Do you doubt it?
"Not for a second." Draco smiles into the phone as on the other end of the line, Brian bites at his lip to suppress a smile of his own.
"So... what have you been up to the past few days?" Brian asks, padding into his bathroom and turning on the shower.
"Not much. Packing mostly. Pansy and Blaise came over last night."
"Uh oh, a night with two former lovers? Should I be jealous?"
"Are you jealous?"
"I don't do jealous."
"No of course you don't." Draco smirks, throwing open the glass door to the balcony off his room and stepping out into the afternoon sun. "But I wouldn't worry about it anyway. The way they bicker, they'll probably end up together eventually. Although they are both desperate to shag you and they both blame you for stealing me away back to the States. But before you even begin to panic, you know that isn't the reason I'm coming back, so just put that thought from that pretty little head of yours at once."
Brian rolls his eyes, partially at the way Draco had phrased the order and partially at how perfectly the other man knows him. And his insecurities.
"You nervous about tomorrow?" Brian asks.
Draco's Auror interview the next day had been a frequent topic for discussion. Brian, being the master of sales he is, had gifted Draco with as many of his tricks of the trade as possible. He had coached Draco on nearly everything related to the interview, based on the claim that he had never not gotten a job offer after having one. He told Draco how to sit, how to talk - even going so far as to suggest what outfit to wear.
Draco scoffs. "Please, with my inbred penchant for schmoozing and all the advice you've given me? I'm a shooin."
Brian laughs gently, then says, "Look, I gotta run. Find some fucking asprin and get to work. But...Dra?"
"Hmm?"
Brian pauses, savoring the truth in his next statement.
"I'll see you soon."