In Search of What Comes Easy - Part 23
Title: In Search of What Comes Easy
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 23 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is R (just a bit of dirty talk...)
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.
And in case you hadn't guessed, I own NOTHING related to QAF or HP. I write for fun because Brian and Draco are hot together. :)
~~Part 23~~
Brian's office phone starts ringing nearly the second he arrives the following Friday morning.
The first call is from Sam Hollander, the head of marketing for Liberty Air.
"We're really looking forward to seeing what you have for us next week, Brian."
"Hope you're ready to have your mind blown."
"Knowing you? I expect to."
Then there is a call from Gwen.
"Just calling to touch base. We're ready to go public with the new firm, as soon as we hear the latest from you about the Liberty Air campaign."
"Next week, Gwen." Brian say, pinching his nose. "I'll tell you what you want to hear."
"You'd better. You how much we all have riding on this."
Not 15 minutes later he gets a call he had not anticipated at all. One from Dandy Lube Jr. The guy who just a few weeks ago, amidst all the Liberty Air madness, he had pitched a mediocre campaign to, relying on … other methods to seal the deal.
"A little birdie told me you might be leaving Ryder." He asks, his voice far too familiar.
"Where did you hear that?"
"I have my sources. But just so you know, we go where you go. The kind of attention we received from you…" He laughs a little. "Well, you don't find that kind of client service everywhere."
Brian rolls his eyes, when he finally hangs up the phone a few minutes later. "You fuck a straight client once…" He mumbles, rubbing at his forehead with his pointer and middle fingers
He takes a deep breath, but his chest feels tight. Like it won't expand enough to fill his lungs. Some how this doesn't surprise him though, because all the rest of his body feels tight, too. Wound up. Stretched tight like the head of a drum. His neck and shoulders ache. His blood is racing far too quickly in his veins. Nothing in his life or career has ever pushed him to his breaking point. But on a day like today, when it seems everyone in the world is looking for a piece of his time, he is afraid he might have just found it.
There is so much more than just a potential client riding on his pitch to Liberty Air, slated for next week. And the more he thinks about those other things, the more his chest constricts, his neck aches and his blood panics.
His phone rings again, causing some animalistic growl to erupt from his throat. Until he realizes that it is not the jangling ring of his office line, but the far more pleasant ring tone of his cell phone. And more particularly, the ring assigned to Draco.
"Hey," he says, as he leans back in his chair.
"Hey." Draco replies. His voice is incredibly sexy on the phone. Deep and rumbling and the vibrations hammer away some of the tension in Brian's limbs. "You having a good day?"
"Oh, just brilliant."
"That bad huh?" Draco asks, easily reading Brian's sarcastic tone.
"Nah. I've only been running around like a drag queen with her wig fallen off all day and haven't even gotten to half the work I need to get done. Plus, one of the fuck wits down in the art department - who I begged not to let anywhere near this project - just dropped off the final edition of the copy and there is a huge fucking typo in it, and I am the one who has to fix it."
"Sorry." Draco says simply.
Brian covers his face with his left hand. His finger tips feel cold. "I'll manage." I don't have any other choice but to manage, after all.
"So," Draco says, dropping the volume of his voice down a notch, indicating that he is perhaps not alone. "I had this wicked dream about you last night. You were fucking me with that huge red dildo you got last week. And I was fucking you with that black one. But we were 69ing at the same time…"
"Quadruple penetration. Hot."
"You have no idea how hard I was when I woke up."
"You should have called." Brian spins back and forth a little in his chair, suddenly aware of a mounting ache in his cock. What this man does to me…
"It was three am."
"Ok, never mind."
"So, is it still cool to come around this weekend? All my tests are over. We could go to dancing… Might help with some of that tension you're feeling."
Brian sighs deeply. Nothing in the world sounds better than seeing Draco. Going out for some drinks before, sliding between the sheets and forgetting all this bull shit for a while. Then watch as Draco's pale skin flushes, becoming slick with heat. Tasting those precious moans on his lips. It's only been five days since he last saw him and yet it feels like years. Ages since he has felt that pure ,effortless release that he only feels with Draco. Has only ever felt with Draco.
"I…" He starts, his voice slightly husky. "Just…can't. I'm just completely swamped."
There is silence on Draco's end of the phone for a moment. "Of course you are. I completely understand. You go… be brilliant and we'll toast your successes and imminent move to New York next week."
"Thanks, Draco. I'll call you later."
In New York, Draco closes his phone, placing it face up on the table in front of him. As the small screen indicating the duration of his call fades to nothingness, he can't stop staring at it. Giving it a curious look, as if the small piece of technology has just done him some offense. Something about that conversation had felt weird, though he can't quite put his finger on why.
A snide snort catches his attention. The student lounge is full of Aurors-in-training from all years, people ready to get their weekend started early, after the first spate of exams finished that afternoon.
Draco looks in the direction of the sound and is not at all surprised when he finds the source.
"Got something up your nose, Potter?"
Harry closes the news paper he had been reading, crossing his legs and throwing one arm over the back of the green leather sofa he is sitting on. His eyes sparkling humorously. "I just don't think I'll ever get used to seeing you use a mobile phone."
"Yeah, well I'll never get used to your hair so…" Potter laughs and Draco smiles back.
Potter's laugh has been one of the more pleasant surprises Draco has recently discovered about his formal rival. It is a sharp, clear laugh. Light and positively infectious when accompanied by that crooked smile Draco never seemed to notice all those years at Hogwarts.
Their relationship has most certainly changed since that day Draco offered the olive branch in the form of a bottle of whiskey. It is not as frigid as it had been and it is certainly friendlier. Though they are by no means friends. Yet.
In addition to the laugh, Potter is equipped with an equally surprising sense of humor. Able to give and take, with ease and quick wit the wry jabs that have become part of their daily interactions. Perhaps if they had learned to take the actual malice out of their insults years ago, they could have saved each other a lot of grief.
Potter wanders over, taking a seat next to him. "Everything alright?"
Draco looks at Potter, with a frown. "Always with the prying…"
That laugh bursts from Potter's lips again. "Asking if everything is alright is not prying. Prying would be 'Hey Malfoy, you just got off the phone with your long distance boyfriend, but instead of looking happy after talking to him you look like your owl just struck down by lighting.'" Potter gives him a long, steady look.
Draco pockets his phone, feeling slightly unsettled at Potter's insight. Am I really that obvious?
"Everything is fine. I've just…lost my weekend plans that's all."
Potter nods. "You could come by mine later, if you like. I'm having some people over."
This idea seems completely perplexing to Draco.
"People? Who people?"
Potter's smiles faintly, clearly amused by Draco's confused state. "Ruby, Jeb. That guy Sean. A few second years. And some other friends of mine who aren't in the program."
"You have… friends?" As soon as the question is out, he knows how ridiculous it sounds. And sound not at all how he had intended.
He didn't mean to question the fact that Potter had friends, but that some of them would not be from the Auror program. Somehow his brain had never put together the fact that Potter simply hadn't gotten off the stand at the Malfoy trial and materialized two years later in his Auror training classroom. There had been life in between for Potter too.
Potter smiles full on as he shoulders his bag. "Yes, Malfoy. As hard as it might be for you to believe, there are actually people in the world who like me. So, my place. Drinks and whatever, totally casual. Round 9ish?"
Draco can only nod, stunned stupid at how life has brought him to the point where his best offer for Friday night plans are for a party at Harry Potter's house.
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 23 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is R (just a bit of dirty talk...)
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.
And in case you hadn't guessed, I own NOTHING related to QAF or HP. I write for fun because Brian and Draco are hot together. :)
~~Part 23~~
Brian's office phone starts ringing nearly the second he arrives the following Friday morning.
The first call is from Sam Hollander, the head of marketing for Liberty Air.
"We're really looking forward to seeing what you have for us next week, Brian."
"Hope you're ready to have your mind blown."
"Knowing you? I expect to."
Then there is a call from Gwen.
"Just calling to touch base. We're ready to go public with the new firm, as soon as we hear the latest from you about the Liberty Air campaign."
"Next week, Gwen." Brian say, pinching his nose. "I'll tell you what you want to hear."
"You'd better. You how much we all have riding on this."
Not 15 minutes later he gets a call he had not anticipated at all. One from Dandy Lube Jr. The guy who just a few weeks ago, amidst all the Liberty Air madness, he had pitched a mediocre campaign to, relying on … other methods to seal the deal.
"A little birdie told me you might be leaving Ryder." He asks, his voice far too familiar.
"Where did you hear that?"
"I have my sources. But just so you know, we go where you go. The kind of attention we received from you…" He laughs a little. "Well, you don't find that kind of client service everywhere."
Brian rolls his eyes, when he finally hangs up the phone a few minutes later. "You fuck a straight client once…" He mumbles, rubbing at his forehead with his pointer and middle fingers
He takes a deep breath, but his chest feels tight. Like it won't expand enough to fill his lungs. Some how this doesn't surprise him though, because all the rest of his body feels tight, too. Wound up. Stretched tight like the head of a drum. His neck and shoulders ache. His blood is racing far too quickly in his veins. Nothing in his life or career has ever pushed him to his breaking point. But on a day like today, when it seems everyone in the world is looking for a piece of his time, he is afraid he might have just found it.
There is so much more than just a potential client riding on his pitch to Liberty Air, slated for next week. And the more he thinks about those other things, the more his chest constricts, his neck aches and his blood panics.
His phone rings again, causing some animalistic growl to erupt from his throat. Until he realizes that it is not the jangling ring of his office line, but the far more pleasant ring tone of his cell phone. And more particularly, the ring assigned to Draco.
"Hey," he says, as he leans back in his chair.
"Hey." Draco replies. His voice is incredibly sexy on the phone. Deep and rumbling and the vibrations hammer away some of the tension in Brian's limbs. "You having a good day?"
"Oh, just brilliant."
"That bad huh?" Draco asks, easily reading Brian's sarcastic tone.
"Nah. I've only been running around like a drag queen with her wig fallen off all day and haven't even gotten to half the work I need to get done. Plus, one of the fuck wits down in the art department - who I begged not to let anywhere near this project - just dropped off the final edition of the copy and there is a huge fucking typo in it, and I am the one who has to fix it."
"Sorry." Draco says simply.
Brian covers his face with his left hand. His finger tips feel cold. "I'll manage." I don't have any other choice but to manage, after all.
"So," Draco says, dropping the volume of his voice down a notch, indicating that he is perhaps not alone. "I had this wicked dream about you last night. You were fucking me with that huge red dildo you got last week. And I was fucking you with that black one. But we were 69ing at the same time…"
"Quadruple penetration. Hot."
"You have no idea how hard I was when I woke up."
"You should have called." Brian spins back and forth a little in his chair, suddenly aware of a mounting ache in his cock. What this man does to me…
"It was three am."
"Ok, never mind."
"So, is it still cool to come around this weekend? All my tests are over. We could go to dancing… Might help with some of that tension you're feeling."
Brian sighs deeply. Nothing in the world sounds better than seeing Draco. Going out for some drinks before, sliding between the sheets and forgetting all this bull shit for a while. Then watch as Draco's pale skin flushes, becoming slick with heat. Tasting those precious moans on his lips. It's only been five days since he last saw him and yet it feels like years. Ages since he has felt that pure ,effortless release that he only feels with Draco. Has only ever felt with Draco.
"I…" He starts, his voice slightly husky. "Just…can't. I'm just completely swamped."
There is silence on Draco's end of the phone for a moment. "Of course you are. I completely understand. You go… be brilliant and we'll toast your successes and imminent move to New York next week."
"Thanks, Draco. I'll call you later."
In New York, Draco closes his phone, placing it face up on the table in front of him. As the small screen indicating the duration of his call fades to nothingness, he can't stop staring at it. Giving it a curious look, as if the small piece of technology has just done him some offense. Something about that conversation had felt weird, though he can't quite put his finger on why.
A snide snort catches his attention. The student lounge is full of Aurors-in-training from all years, people ready to get their weekend started early, after the first spate of exams finished that afternoon.
Draco looks in the direction of the sound and is not at all surprised when he finds the source.
"Got something up your nose, Potter?"
Harry closes the news paper he had been reading, crossing his legs and throwing one arm over the back of the green leather sofa he is sitting on. His eyes sparkling humorously. "I just don't think I'll ever get used to seeing you use a mobile phone."
"Yeah, well I'll never get used to your hair so…" Potter laughs and Draco smiles back.
Potter's laugh has been one of the more pleasant surprises Draco has recently discovered about his formal rival. It is a sharp, clear laugh. Light and positively infectious when accompanied by that crooked smile Draco never seemed to notice all those years at Hogwarts.
Their relationship has most certainly changed since that day Draco offered the olive branch in the form of a bottle of whiskey. It is not as frigid as it had been and it is certainly friendlier. Though they are by no means friends. Yet.
In addition to the laugh, Potter is equipped with an equally surprising sense of humor. Able to give and take, with ease and quick wit the wry jabs that have become part of their daily interactions. Perhaps if they had learned to take the actual malice out of their insults years ago, they could have saved each other a lot of grief.
Potter wanders over, taking a seat next to him. "Everything alright?"
Draco looks at Potter, with a frown. "Always with the prying…"
That laugh bursts from Potter's lips again. "Asking if everything is alright is not prying. Prying would be 'Hey Malfoy, you just got off the phone with your long distance boyfriend, but instead of looking happy after talking to him you look like your owl just struck down by lighting.'" Potter gives him a long, steady look.
Draco pockets his phone, feeling slightly unsettled at Potter's insight. Am I really that obvious?
"Everything is fine. I've just…lost my weekend plans that's all."
Potter nods. "You could come by mine later, if you like. I'm having some people over."
This idea seems completely perplexing to Draco.
"People? Who people?"
Potter's smiles faintly, clearly amused by Draco's confused state. "Ruby, Jeb. That guy Sean. A few second years. And some other friends of mine who aren't in the program."
"You have… friends?" As soon as the question is out, he knows how ridiculous it sounds. And sound not at all how he had intended.
He didn't mean to question the fact that Potter had friends, but that some of them would not be from the Auror program. Somehow his brain had never put together the fact that Potter simply hadn't gotten off the stand at the Malfoy trial and materialized two years later in his Auror training classroom. There had been life in between for Potter too.
Potter smiles full on as he shoulders his bag. "Yes, Malfoy. As hard as it might be for you to believe, there are actually people in the world who like me. So, my place. Drinks and whatever, totally casual. Round 9ish?"
Draco can only nod, stunned stupid at how life has brought him to the point where his best offer for Friday night plans are for a party at Harry Potter's house.