In Search of What Comes Easy - Part 27
Title: In Search of What Comes Easy
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 27 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is NC-17.
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. :)
A/N - This chapter was supposed to be more ploty, but then the boys got frisky. Hope you enjoy the results. :) And holy crap...27 parts!!!!
Part 27
Waiting is not something Brian does well. He prefers things to be prompt, efficient and close at hand.
But when it comes to waiting to hear from a client, there isn't much Brian can do but wait.
The sales pitch on Wednesday had been, in a word, perfect. Brian could tell by the looks on the faces of the Liberty Air reps that they loved everything Brian was presenting to them. But as is the nature of his business, Ryder was not the only firm they had approached for a campaign. So now, comes the part Brian hates the most, because he has done his part. And the rest is out of his hands.
Luckily, there are other things to keep him occupied in the interim. He takes the rest of the week off, driving to New York early-morning on Thursday. He spends the rest of the afternoon lounging on Draco's bed - Might be our bed soon enough, he thinks. He smokes a joint, trailing his fingers over his flat chest, down to cup his ball sac and finally jerking himself off lazily, once he has gotten hard imagining exactly what he will do to Draco when he gets home.
Draco is giddy upon his arrival home. He rushes into the bedroom at the sight of Brian's bag leaning against the sofa and climbs on top of Brian. Coat still buttoned high around his neck, bag still slung across his shoulders, smothering Brian's naked body with kisses and smiles.
They take their time after that, making love and drowsing until the sky outside becomes dark. Not rousing themselves until hunger for food takes over their hunger for each other.
As they sit on high stools, set around a small, round table in front of a large window full of another city view, eating the quick meal Draco had thrown together, Brian relishes the comfort of being here. He knows the stress is not over. These few days are just the eye of the storm. There is still much to be done before he is living here, with Draco. Permanently.
If everything works out with Liberty Air, then there is making sure they agree to follow him to New York. Then if that pans out, he will have to quit Ryder, a place he has worked his entire career. Stealing clients and personal assistants and burning countless bridges as he does. He'll have to sell his loft even though it is the only place he has ever felt at home. Then his good byes to "the family" will be heartfelt and painful. He might even have to get in touch with his actual family. Tell his mother and father that he is moving to New York to live with his young, male lover and deal with the unimaginable wrath that news will cause. Then once he is here, he'll have to work like a dog to ensure his new firm with Gwen and Reid takes off….
"Hey," Draco says, interrupting Brian's thoughts with a light touch to his wrist. "You look stressed out. You're not allowed to be stressed out tonight. Or for the rest of the week for that matter."
Brian shakes his head and twirls some more pasta on his fork. "I was just thinking ahead."
"Well don't. The farthest ahead you are allowed to think is to what you want to do tonight."
Brian smiles at him, enjoying the way Draco can even make his coddling sexy. "You have something in mind then?"
"Well," Draco props his elbows on the table, clasping his hands under his chin. "I kind of made plans for us to go that new club Nectar."
"Cool."
"Harry's going to come too, if that is ok with you."
"Isn't Nectar a gay club?" Draco nods and Brian snorts softly. "Harry wanting to see how the other half parties tonight?"
"Not exactly. There's something I didn't tell you. Something I only found out when I went over to his place so he could apologize the other night…. and, well it was the night before your Liberty Air pitch and I didn't want to waste your time telling you about it then but…"
"Just spit it out." Brian says. With a build up like this, it can't be good.
"Well, it turns out...Harry's gay."
No, not good at all. And Draco's nervous laugh doesn't help.
"You spend your life hating someone and you think you'd know something like that…but surprise, surprise!" He continues, most definitely blushing.
Why does this new information making him so uneasy and Draco so uncomfortable? It shouldn't matter. He and Draco are partner's. They are a strong couple. There are thousands of gay men in this city and it just so happens that one of them is Draco's oldest enemy turned friend. Why does this matter? Brian can't put his finger and can only identify the fact that it does.
"Well, he's only just come out this summer and he's still a virgin. So I you and I should show him how it's done."
"How what is done?" Brian asks, panicking as to exactly what Draco has them signed up for.
"Being absolutely fabulous fags." Draco answers dramatically, channeling Emmett for a moment. And even through his nerves, Brian can't help but snicker. "So is it alright then?" Draco asks.
Brian considers, though he doesn't see how he is left with a choice.
"I don't fucking care if he comes with us tonight. As long as tonight, there is us fucking and coming." Brian says, hoping he speaks with all the nonchalance he doesn't feel. Draco beams at his answer, jumping up from his chair and grabbing the plates from the table.
"Great!" He shouts from over his shoulder as drops the plates in the sink. "Because he'll be here at 10." He rushes back into the room kissing Brian swiftly on the cheek, clearly elated by their plans. Brian's reaction is decidedly the opposite.
"I've got to shower. I smell like cum."
Brian grabs him around the waist, pulling him between his knees. He can't let Draco run off just yet. "Yours? Or mine?"
Draco smiles, a slow, sultry, knee-weakening smile and leans forward to kiss Brian again. Lavishing his tongue across the velvety wetness of Brian's open mouth. "Both." Draco answers and Brian growls, allowing Draco to pull him to the shower with a lascivious gleam in his eyes.
As soon as they are naked and wet, the mirrors and glass walls of the shower steamed over, Brian drops to his knees unsolicited, working his mouth across Draco's abdomen and grasping his hips securely in both hands. For a moment, Draco protests, muttering something about time and getting ready. But with one steady shake of his head and one intent look deep into Draco's eyes, the blond's head is thrown back against the shower wall, his finger tips trailing through Brian's damp hair.
It is not often Brian is willing to get on his knees to pleasure a man. In the thousands of trips to the back room, he has never once given a blow job. He always receives. He always takes. But here with Draco, there is no where else he would rather be than kneeling at his feet, the hot water falling over his skin and Draco's cock inches from his face.
His cock is still soft, hanging limply from a bed of blond curls, though Brian can already see the pale skin of the shaft beginning to flush, filling with the blood that will make that flesh so delectably hard. But Brian enjoys the softness. Enjoys the way the spongy tip feels between his lips, the way he is able to manipulate it across his tongue in it's softness that he never can when it is rigid. Of course, it doesn't not stay soft for long.
Once's Draco's cock is hard, he palms it, letting the water ease the slip of his hand. He lifts Draco's cock up and out of the way, pressing his face further against his belly in search of other supple things to taste. He gently pulls one of Draco's testicles into his mouth, curling his tongue around the pliant orb, elastic and moving beneath the loose skin. Draco whimpers above him. Small, brilliant noises that teeter on the edge of over stimulation.
He delicately releases him from his mouth, knowing how intense that feeling is and not wanting to over do it. He returns to Draco's cock, running his tongue up the entire underside all the way too the tip.
"I want to taste you, Draco." Brian says, rubbing the head of Draco's prick against his wet lips. "I want to have the flavor of your cum in my mouth all night long. So that every time you kiss me, you taste yourself and think of this… think of me and how I make you feel." The words are out before Brian even realizes how much he means them.
"Yes. Fuck! Brian, please." Draco whimpers, seemingly oblivious to the more serious meaning behind Brian's dirty talk. Brian starts pumping his hand more quickly along Draco's hard length, as his hips begin to buck erratically. His eyes are clamped shut, his brow already creased in intense pleasure.
Brian goes to it, taking nearly the entire length of Draco into his mouth in one go. Working back and forth, around and around. Eventually, he props one of Draco's knees over his shoulder, opening up his hips so he can reach around with his other hand and tease the outside of his ass hole. The opening is still soft and yielding from their previous session and he slips his finger into the clenching hole easily. When he presses against the spongy walls, palpitating Draco's insides, the blond cries out even louder than before. His one supporting leg starts shaking violently and Brian knows he is not going to last much longer.
As the proof of his orgasm fill Brian's mouth, Draco collapses forward over Brian's back. His body elastic and boneless and spent and Brian makes sure he is propped up securely against the wall before standing. He grasps Draco's chin in one hand, the intensity of the gesture forcing open Draco's worn eyes. Then with a look that could melt glaciers, Brian leans forward, invading Draco's mouth with his cum laden tongue.
Draco groans, guttural and thick, pulling Brian closer to him as he assaults his face. The kiss is fierce and the only thing hotter than letting the sharp, viscous semen swirl back and forth on their tongues is perhaps the desperate way Draco begs for it. Moans and cries escape him, like a vampire tasting blood and never getting enough. His hand slips down between their bodies, his fingers curling around Brian's painfully hard cock. As he jerks him off, he matches every one of Brian's gasps so that when Brian comes, Draco exclaims with such magnitude one would think it was he who had just climaxed and not Brian.
This is what their sex has become. Nearly symbiotic. Brian knows Draco's body so well now and Draco, his. He knows him in a way he has never known another lover. Their sex has surpassed incredible. Gone beyond spectacular into the realm of momentous. Epic . And every single time so emotional.
"Jesus, Brian." He whispers, several moments later, as Brian, his arms propped against the wall on either side of Draco's head, pushes the fine strands of dripping, blond hair off Draco's flushed face with the tip of his finger.
"You like that?" Brian asks, trailing his fingers over the exposed skin of Draco's neck, feeling Draco's pulse race beneath the pale skin. Draco cards his fingers through Brian's hair, clasping his jaw and lifting Brian's face in front of his.
"I loved it. I love everything you do to me, Brian. Everything about you." His words are fervid and rushed. Spoken, breathlessly with unflinching eyes. "I don't need sex to remember you or what you make me feel. Don't you understand that? All I need is the sound of your voice. A look from across the room. The smell of your cologne on my clothes. The memory of a snowy night together. I see you - see this, see us - in everything. You are everywhere I go, Brian."
Brian presses his lips together, searching Draco's face. It is almost too easy for Draco to speak of love. So poetic and romantic in his silky English cadences. It is the one emotion that Brian has always feared the most. A confession like this would, once upon a time, sent him running for the hills. But now he stands, relishing them. Almost craving them. Because love sounds eloquent on Draco's lips. It appears so effortless and beautiful when it is laid plainly on Draco's face. And for one breathless moment, Brian thinks, I could say those things too. And mean them.
But then Draco's hands slip from Brian's hair, falling the length of his back and grab onto Brian's ass cheeks with a resounding smack.
"But I certainly won't complain when you do. That was one hell of a blow job." Draco's smile slides into a lazy smirk, which Brian makes sure to kiss from his lips before they finally get around to bathing.
They dress carefully. Selecting outfits that are both classy and sexy. This is New York, not Pittsburgh and the standards for club-wear are higher. But for the two of them, it is easy to dress to the nines. With closets full of designer labels and high priced fashion, and their sizes nearly interchangeable, their options are limitless. By the time outfits are selected and hair product and cologne applied, it is no surprise that the ten o'clock hour is upon them and their door bell is ringing, announcing the arrival of their guest.
Any nerves Brian might have felt earlier have been mitigated by the scene in the shower. Which if he is honest with himself, is exactly why he did it. After such intensity, such declarations, how could he not be calmed?
But then Brian sees him.
His first reaction is not one he expects. He suddenly feels very protective of Draco, but not in a jealous boyfriend sort of way. More in a paternal way. Feeling the need to defend Draco and keep him safe. Brian knows who put that small, silver scar on Draco's chest. He knows the cruel thoughts that have invaded Draco's mind because Harry put them there. The two of them might be trying to put their history behind them, but Brian finally has a face to put to all those vicious acts, and he can't help but view it cautiously.
It is an attractive face, certainly. His jaw is strong, his skin tone even. The oddly shaped scar that Draco has mentioned peaks out from beneath his dark, and slightly wild, hair. But he is dressed well: a dark grey button down, top few buttons undone reveal a firm and hairless chest. The shirt is tucked into a pair of pale denim jeans so soft and so worn, they look like they were cut specifically to fit his thighs and ass. Which aren't bad either, objectively speaking. He is wearing a heavy wool pea coat that hits right at the perfect point of his legs to help them look longer. And his dark black boots are made of high quality leather, showing that this other wizard has a decent amount of taste and at least a bit of expendable income.
"Brian, Harry. Harry, Brian." Draco says hastily, knowing that introductions aren't really necessary.
"Glad to meet you. Finally." Harry says, offering a smile and his hand. Brian doesn't move to take it right away, giving him one last blank and unimpressed look. One that lets Harry know just how much he's got to do before he will win Brian over. He might be a hero to thousands, but to Brian he is just a man who has far too much influence over his boyfriend's moods.
After a sufficiently awkward moment, Brian smiles, grasping Harry's hand in his own. "Good to meet you too, Harry. You know for someone who vanquished an evil wizard I was expecting someone…bigger."
Harry puffs up his chest slightly. "I'm sure you've heard the saying 'Size isn't everything'."
Brian snorts loudly, then picks up his coat and heads to the door. "We need to go." Draco and Harry stare blankly at him. "By the time we get to the club it will nearly be 11 and you clearly have far more to learn that I thought."
Draco gives Harry an encouraging look and him out the door past Brian.
"Thank you." He mouths, clasping Brian's hand for one brief moment and Brian nod indulgently. He pulls the door closed behind him, rolling his eyes as he does.
It is going to be an interesting night.
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 27 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is NC-17.
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. :)
A/N - This chapter was supposed to be more ploty, but then the boys got frisky. Hope you enjoy the results. :) And holy crap...27 parts!!!!
Part 27
Waiting is not something Brian does well. He prefers things to be prompt, efficient and close at hand.
But when it comes to waiting to hear from a client, there isn't much Brian can do but wait.
The sales pitch on Wednesday had been, in a word, perfect. Brian could tell by the looks on the faces of the Liberty Air reps that they loved everything Brian was presenting to them. But as is the nature of his business, Ryder was not the only firm they had approached for a campaign. So now, comes the part Brian hates the most, because he has done his part. And the rest is out of his hands.
Luckily, there are other things to keep him occupied in the interim. He takes the rest of the week off, driving to New York early-morning on Thursday. He spends the rest of the afternoon lounging on Draco's bed - Might be our bed soon enough, he thinks. He smokes a joint, trailing his fingers over his flat chest, down to cup his ball sac and finally jerking himself off lazily, once he has gotten hard imagining exactly what he will do to Draco when he gets home.
Draco is giddy upon his arrival home. He rushes into the bedroom at the sight of Brian's bag leaning against the sofa and climbs on top of Brian. Coat still buttoned high around his neck, bag still slung across his shoulders, smothering Brian's naked body with kisses and smiles.
They take their time after that, making love and drowsing until the sky outside becomes dark. Not rousing themselves until hunger for food takes over their hunger for each other.
As they sit on high stools, set around a small, round table in front of a large window full of another city view, eating the quick meal Draco had thrown together, Brian relishes the comfort of being here. He knows the stress is not over. These few days are just the eye of the storm. There is still much to be done before he is living here, with Draco. Permanently.
If everything works out with Liberty Air, then there is making sure they agree to follow him to New York. Then if that pans out, he will have to quit Ryder, a place he has worked his entire career. Stealing clients and personal assistants and burning countless bridges as he does. He'll have to sell his loft even though it is the only place he has ever felt at home. Then his good byes to "the family" will be heartfelt and painful. He might even have to get in touch with his actual family. Tell his mother and father that he is moving to New York to live with his young, male lover and deal with the unimaginable wrath that news will cause. Then once he is here, he'll have to work like a dog to ensure his new firm with Gwen and Reid takes off….
"Hey," Draco says, interrupting Brian's thoughts with a light touch to his wrist. "You look stressed out. You're not allowed to be stressed out tonight. Or for the rest of the week for that matter."
Brian shakes his head and twirls some more pasta on his fork. "I was just thinking ahead."
"Well don't. The farthest ahead you are allowed to think is to what you want to do tonight."
Brian smiles at him, enjoying the way Draco can even make his coddling sexy. "You have something in mind then?"
"Well," Draco props his elbows on the table, clasping his hands under his chin. "I kind of made plans for us to go that new club Nectar."
"Cool."
"Harry's going to come too, if that is ok with you."
"Isn't Nectar a gay club?" Draco nods and Brian snorts softly. "Harry wanting to see how the other half parties tonight?"
"Not exactly. There's something I didn't tell you. Something I only found out when I went over to his place so he could apologize the other night…. and, well it was the night before your Liberty Air pitch and I didn't want to waste your time telling you about it then but…"
"Just spit it out." Brian says. With a build up like this, it can't be good.
"Well, it turns out...Harry's gay."
No, not good at all. And Draco's nervous laugh doesn't help.
"You spend your life hating someone and you think you'd know something like that…but surprise, surprise!" He continues, most definitely blushing.
Why does this new information making him so uneasy and Draco so uncomfortable? It shouldn't matter. He and Draco are partner's. They are a strong couple. There are thousands of gay men in this city and it just so happens that one of them is Draco's oldest enemy turned friend. Why does this matter? Brian can't put his finger and can only identify the fact that it does.
"Well, he's only just come out this summer and he's still a virgin. So I you and I should show him how it's done."
"How what is done?" Brian asks, panicking as to exactly what Draco has them signed up for.
"Being absolutely fabulous fags." Draco answers dramatically, channeling Emmett for a moment. And even through his nerves, Brian can't help but snicker. "So is it alright then?" Draco asks.
Brian considers, though he doesn't see how he is left with a choice.
"I don't fucking care if he comes with us tonight. As long as tonight, there is us fucking and coming." Brian says, hoping he speaks with all the nonchalance he doesn't feel. Draco beams at his answer, jumping up from his chair and grabbing the plates from the table.
"Great!" He shouts from over his shoulder as drops the plates in the sink. "Because he'll be here at 10." He rushes back into the room kissing Brian swiftly on the cheek, clearly elated by their plans. Brian's reaction is decidedly the opposite.
"I've got to shower. I smell like cum."
Brian grabs him around the waist, pulling him between his knees. He can't let Draco run off just yet. "Yours? Or mine?"
Draco smiles, a slow, sultry, knee-weakening smile and leans forward to kiss Brian again. Lavishing his tongue across the velvety wetness of Brian's open mouth. "Both." Draco answers and Brian growls, allowing Draco to pull him to the shower with a lascivious gleam in his eyes.
As soon as they are naked and wet, the mirrors and glass walls of the shower steamed over, Brian drops to his knees unsolicited, working his mouth across Draco's abdomen and grasping his hips securely in both hands. For a moment, Draco protests, muttering something about time and getting ready. But with one steady shake of his head and one intent look deep into Draco's eyes, the blond's head is thrown back against the shower wall, his finger tips trailing through Brian's damp hair.
It is not often Brian is willing to get on his knees to pleasure a man. In the thousands of trips to the back room, he has never once given a blow job. He always receives. He always takes. But here with Draco, there is no where else he would rather be than kneeling at his feet, the hot water falling over his skin and Draco's cock inches from his face.
His cock is still soft, hanging limply from a bed of blond curls, though Brian can already see the pale skin of the shaft beginning to flush, filling with the blood that will make that flesh so delectably hard. But Brian enjoys the softness. Enjoys the way the spongy tip feels between his lips, the way he is able to manipulate it across his tongue in it's softness that he never can when it is rigid. Of course, it doesn't not stay soft for long.
Once's Draco's cock is hard, he palms it, letting the water ease the slip of his hand. He lifts Draco's cock up and out of the way, pressing his face further against his belly in search of other supple things to taste. He gently pulls one of Draco's testicles into his mouth, curling his tongue around the pliant orb, elastic and moving beneath the loose skin. Draco whimpers above him. Small, brilliant noises that teeter on the edge of over stimulation.
He delicately releases him from his mouth, knowing how intense that feeling is and not wanting to over do it. He returns to Draco's cock, running his tongue up the entire underside all the way too the tip.
"I want to taste you, Draco." Brian says, rubbing the head of Draco's prick against his wet lips. "I want to have the flavor of your cum in my mouth all night long. So that every time you kiss me, you taste yourself and think of this… think of me and how I make you feel." The words are out before Brian even realizes how much he means them.
"Yes. Fuck! Brian, please." Draco whimpers, seemingly oblivious to the more serious meaning behind Brian's dirty talk. Brian starts pumping his hand more quickly along Draco's hard length, as his hips begin to buck erratically. His eyes are clamped shut, his brow already creased in intense pleasure.
Brian goes to it, taking nearly the entire length of Draco into his mouth in one go. Working back and forth, around and around. Eventually, he props one of Draco's knees over his shoulder, opening up his hips so he can reach around with his other hand and tease the outside of his ass hole. The opening is still soft and yielding from their previous session and he slips his finger into the clenching hole easily. When he presses against the spongy walls, palpitating Draco's insides, the blond cries out even louder than before. His one supporting leg starts shaking violently and Brian knows he is not going to last much longer.
As the proof of his orgasm fill Brian's mouth, Draco collapses forward over Brian's back. His body elastic and boneless and spent and Brian makes sure he is propped up securely against the wall before standing. He grasps Draco's chin in one hand, the intensity of the gesture forcing open Draco's worn eyes. Then with a look that could melt glaciers, Brian leans forward, invading Draco's mouth with his cum laden tongue.
Draco groans, guttural and thick, pulling Brian closer to him as he assaults his face. The kiss is fierce and the only thing hotter than letting the sharp, viscous semen swirl back and forth on their tongues is perhaps the desperate way Draco begs for it. Moans and cries escape him, like a vampire tasting blood and never getting enough. His hand slips down between their bodies, his fingers curling around Brian's painfully hard cock. As he jerks him off, he matches every one of Brian's gasps so that when Brian comes, Draco exclaims with such magnitude one would think it was he who had just climaxed and not Brian.
This is what their sex has become. Nearly symbiotic. Brian knows Draco's body so well now and Draco, his. He knows him in a way he has never known another lover. Their sex has surpassed incredible. Gone beyond spectacular into the realm of momentous. Epic . And every single time so emotional.
"Jesus, Brian." He whispers, several moments later, as Brian, his arms propped against the wall on either side of Draco's head, pushes the fine strands of dripping, blond hair off Draco's flushed face with the tip of his finger.
"You like that?" Brian asks, trailing his fingers over the exposed skin of Draco's neck, feeling Draco's pulse race beneath the pale skin. Draco cards his fingers through Brian's hair, clasping his jaw and lifting Brian's face in front of his.
"I loved it. I love everything you do to me, Brian. Everything about you." His words are fervid and rushed. Spoken, breathlessly with unflinching eyes. "I don't need sex to remember you or what you make me feel. Don't you understand that? All I need is the sound of your voice. A look from across the room. The smell of your cologne on my clothes. The memory of a snowy night together. I see you - see this, see us - in everything. You are everywhere I go, Brian."
Brian presses his lips together, searching Draco's face. It is almost too easy for Draco to speak of love. So poetic and romantic in his silky English cadences. It is the one emotion that Brian has always feared the most. A confession like this would, once upon a time, sent him running for the hills. But now he stands, relishing them. Almost craving them. Because love sounds eloquent on Draco's lips. It appears so effortless and beautiful when it is laid plainly on Draco's face. And for one breathless moment, Brian thinks, I could say those things too. And mean them.
But then Draco's hands slip from Brian's hair, falling the length of his back and grab onto Brian's ass cheeks with a resounding smack.
"But I certainly won't complain when you do. That was one hell of a blow job." Draco's smile slides into a lazy smirk, which Brian makes sure to kiss from his lips before they finally get around to bathing.
They dress carefully. Selecting outfits that are both classy and sexy. This is New York, not Pittsburgh and the standards for club-wear are higher. But for the two of them, it is easy to dress to the nines. With closets full of designer labels and high priced fashion, and their sizes nearly interchangeable, their options are limitless. By the time outfits are selected and hair product and cologne applied, it is no surprise that the ten o'clock hour is upon them and their door bell is ringing, announcing the arrival of their guest.
Any nerves Brian might have felt earlier have been mitigated by the scene in the shower. Which if he is honest with himself, is exactly why he did it. After such intensity, such declarations, how could he not be calmed?
But then Brian sees him.
His first reaction is not one he expects. He suddenly feels very protective of Draco, but not in a jealous boyfriend sort of way. More in a paternal way. Feeling the need to defend Draco and keep him safe. Brian knows who put that small, silver scar on Draco's chest. He knows the cruel thoughts that have invaded Draco's mind because Harry put them there. The two of them might be trying to put their history behind them, but Brian finally has a face to put to all those vicious acts, and he can't help but view it cautiously.
It is an attractive face, certainly. His jaw is strong, his skin tone even. The oddly shaped scar that Draco has mentioned peaks out from beneath his dark, and slightly wild, hair. But he is dressed well: a dark grey button down, top few buttons undone reveal a firm and hairless chest. The shirt is tucked into a pair of pale denim jeans so soft and so worn, they look like they were cut specifically to fit his thighs and ass. Which aren't bad either, objectively speaking. He is wearing a heavy wool pea coat that hits right at the perfect point of his legs to help them look longer. And his dark black boots are made of high quality leather, showing that this other wizard has a decent amount of taste and at least a bit of expendable income.
"Brian, Harry. Harry, Brian." Draco says hastily, knowing that introductions aren't really necessary.
"Glad to meet you. Finally." Harry says, offering a smile and his hand. Brian doesn't move to take it right away, giving him one last blank and unimpressed look. One that lets Harry know just how much he's got to do before he will win Brian over. He might be a hero to thousands, but to Brian he is just a man who has far too much influence over his boyfriend's moods.
After a sufficiently awkward moment, Brian smiles, grasping Harry's hand in his own. "Good to meet you too, Harry. You know for someone who vanquished an evil wizard I was expecting someone…bigger."
Harry puffs up his chest slightly. "I'm sure you've heard the saying 'Size isn't everything'."
Brian snorts loudly, then picks up his coat and heads to the door. "We need to go." Draco and Harry stare blankly at him. "By the time we get to the club it will nearly be 11 and you clearly have far more to learn that I thought."
Draco gives Harry an encouraging look and him out the door past Brian.
"Thank you." He mouths, clasping Brian's hand for one brief moment and Brian nod indulgently. He pulls the door closed behind him, rolling his eyes as he does.
It is going to be an interesting night.