Fic: A Sexy Change
Title: A Sexy Change
Author: bleedforyou1
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Beta: vanessawolfie
Summary: Harry needs a change in his life. Draco needs a new employee.
Word count: 2,410
Warnings: slash. fluff.
Note: This was written basically for hp_sexstars, a new comm that is all about strippers, escorts, rent-boys and pornstars. I hope everyone enjoys my addition to the community ;)
Harry needed to make a change in his life. It was stupid, this boring routine life of his. Wake up, go to the Ministry, do paperwork for the Aurors (considering they hardly ever let him out on field work) and then come home, watch porn and fall asleep. Then he’d wake up and do it all over again.
He was sick of all the girls in his life-Ginny and Hermione especially-making plans for him and setting him up with ‘other eligible gay wizards’ on the weekends and he was also sick of the clubs and people he saw every Saturday night. It was a boring lifestyle and Harry had fallen so into it, that he was practically a robot every day.
Something needed to change. On one particularly dreary Sunday morning, he had been perusing the Daily Prophet and Merlin and Morgana, did something catch his eye. It broke through his robotic days’ routine and he put down his coffee to take a second look at the moving advertisement.
It was a small ad, with just a man standing and flexing his chest. A gorgeous chest though it was, he wasn’t quite Harry’s type-Harry liked a lithe body underneath his, flexible and thin as the man arched and moaned filthy things…damn, Harry thought. I seriously need sex. And soon.
However, it was the words next to the flexing man that really caught Harry’s eye.
Fantastic Flesh
The best Wizarding strip club in London is looking for a new man to flaunt his stuff on stage. Think you’re sexy enough?
All applicants must be over 18, preferably homosexual or bi-sexual wizards. Bring resume and three colour photos of yourself to Fantastic Flesh, downtown London. For more information, please send all letters to Draco Malfoy or Blaise Zabini at the addresses below.
Harry’s heart stammered when he saw the name Draco Malfoy. Harry hadn’t heard of the man in, what, three years? Since the war ended at least, and Harry had seen him at the trials. Harry remembered thinking how good Malfoy looked in a Muggle suit and tie. I wonder if he still looks good… Harry thought.
Now, Harry wasn’t the type to go audition as a stripper. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He wasn’t confident, or a good dancer and he most definitely didn’t want a bunch of horny people to throw money at him. However…maybe this was the type of change he needed in his life. He needed to feel sexy and wanted again, like he did the first time he went to a Muggle dance club. All the men had looked at him like a piece of meat, and it was strangely refreshing to be seen differently than just the Saviour of the Wizarding World.
He couldn’t think of what else to do but go for some advice. Hermione and Ron were definitely out, since they would tell him that Malfoy was going to kill him if he showed up, but perhaps…
***
That afternoon, Harry was standing in front of Ginny and Luna as they demanded him to take off his clothes. He had asked Luna, who very good at weird things like this, and she-without asking him-had brought Ginny along as well.
“Okay, I can’t do this,” Harry mumbled. “I was wrong, it was a stupid idea.”
“Harry,” Ginny grinned. “Come on, I think it’s a great idea. Even if you don’t get the job, it’ll be a good experience for you. Eye-opening, really.”
She clicked down on the camera again and Harry used his arm to cover his naked chest. He was standing in only his underpants and he could barely see since they made him take his glasses off as well.
“No, no, I can’t do this. I don’t even want you two to see me naked, how am I going to do it in front of Malfoy or Zabini?”
“You just pretend he’s naked as well,” Ginny giggled. “I know you wouldn’t mind that.”
“Yes Harry, we all know you were so into Draco,” Luna agreed. “In fact, if you practice now, it’ll help you for later, when you do it front of them.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t know; this is probably a very embarrassing and bad idea. I don’t even look good, like I’m sure all the other men will--”
“Harry,” Ginny barked. “You are a sexy, wonderful guy and you just need to get that through your thick skull!”
She pushed him in front of the mirror and he stared into the reflection, wincing slightly. He was still skinny and rather…well, actually, he supposed he wasn’t that bad.
“Just stand there and look. Any man would die to have you in his bed.”
Harry looked-actually really looked. If he thought about it, he sort of understood why those men had wanted him to come home with them. He did have nice…skin? And Auror training had definitely helped him build muscle and his eyes were pretty nice, he supposed.
“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “I guess it’s worth a shot.”
*
Draco Malfoy watched as yet another man stripped in front of him and waggled his eyebrows in a dangerously disgusting fashion.
“For the love of Merlin, just stop already,” Draco groaned, resisting the urge to slam his forehead down on his desk. He instead picked up the photographs and resume of the young man and threw them at the blond. “Get out of my office. You’re not a stripper; you’re a low-paid rent boy in need of some extra cash.”
“But-but, I haven’t even showed you my--”
“I don’t need to see it to know it’s not up to standard for my strip club,” Draco glared. “Now, leave before I have my partner kick you out.”
“Sorry mate.” Blaise shrugged at the half-clothed man. “He’s in charge of picking our new strippers. I’m just the business side of things.”
The blond huffed and picked up his clothes and papers, marching out of the office and slamming the door shut.
“Ugh.” Draco grunted, really dropping his head down to his desk this time. “This is so stupid. Zabini, why did you even get me into this damn business? It’s fucking ridiculous watching these queens slamming in and out like they run the place.”
“Because, you are an excellent judge of bodies,” Blaise laughed, patting Draco’s back. “Besides, you declined to be one of the strippers, and the most I could do was make you a partner.”
“Well, I’m sorry that I only allow people who I actually fuck to see this gorgeous body of mine,” Draco sniffed, picking up his head and reaching over to take a sip from his cold tea.
“Gorgeous body, indeed.” Blaise smirked. “Too bad they have to deal with the bossy, controlling attitude that comes with it.”
“I am not bossy. I just know what I want.” Draco shrugged and added: “And I know how to get it.”
“Not bossy, my arse! Merlin, I slept with you once, and I could never do it again. So many demands! Too slow, too fast, too hard, more of that, why are you so stupid? It sucked the fun out of the actual sex,” Blaise ranted, shaking his head.
“Oh, Blaise…” Draco stood up and leaned against his desk. He curled an arm around Blaise’s shoulder and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “Don’t tell me the end result wasn’t worth it.”
Blaise shivered and let out a chuckle that sounded too husky to be uninterested. “Okay, maybe you’re right… fuck, you make it worth it.”
Draco released his hold and smirked. “I know. That’s why I’m the best.”
Blaise laughed and shook his head. “The man who ends up with you is going to be in for a rollercoaster.”
Just then, a knock at the office door sounded and Draco groaned. He fell into his chair and ran a hand through his hair. “Last applicant of the day, Zabini. I can’t handle any more drama queens.”
“Come in,” Blaise called, still laughing as he stood near Draco’s desk. The door opened and Draco had the first question on his tongue before he looked up and saw a man that he hadn’t seen in three years.
Memories of the trials and the war came flooding back and when Potter grinned at him, all of the fantasies of his Hogwarts days made Draco instantly grit his teeth.
“Potter? What the fuck are you doing here?” He blurted out, losing all of the business cool he usually had.
“Hello to you to, Malfoy,” he said cheerfully as he came in fully and closed the door behind him. “And you, Zabini.”
“Potter…interesting.” Blaise smirked. “Call me Blaise, we’re no longer schoolboys.”
They shook hands but Draco had still not managed to stop staring at the man in front of him. Potter’s glasses were gone, obviously replaced by some sort of eye-correction spell and so were the baggy clothes of his teen years. He wore a tight red shirt and black trousers that lead nothing to the imagination.
It was like being back in school, when Draco would lie in his Slytherin bed at night and wank to thoughts of Potter holding his prick and whispering dirty things in his ear-
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He repeated, this time with more of a forceful tone.
“I’m here to audition. For your strip club.” The man grinned yet again, dropping a piece of parchment and three photos onto Draco’s desk.
Draco’s eyes flitted down and he nearly bit down on his tongue when he was presented with three photos of Potter wearing nothing but dark green boxers and a huge smile on his face. His perfectly toned chest gleamed in the photos and he would occasionally run a hand through his hair, mussing it up as if he just got shagged in a dirty men’s room stall.
“Ah.” Blaise perused the pictures as well. “And may I ask, Potter, why you suddenly felt the urge to be a stripper?”
“Well.” Potter shrugged. “I think it’ll be fun way to just, you know, build up some confidence.”
“We’re not a therapy office trying to help you build confidence,” Draco snapped. “And, it’s not fun. It’s hard work and little pay with admittedly generous tips, and we’re not going to hire you just because you’re the Saviour.”
“I know.” Potter dropped his grin and nodded seriously. “That’s why I came here. I want to be somewhere where I don’t get any extra benefits for being the ‘Boy who Lived’ or any other crap. I don’t need a therapy office, I just need somewhere to let go and try something different. A change.”
“Well, that sounds reasonable,” Blaise murmured. Draco glared at him-the man would hire Potter just because the name Harry Potter would give him great business.
“And from the looks of it, you all need a change too.” Potter shrugged again.
“Excuse me?” Draco put as much attitude as he could in just two words.
“I’ve come to a few of your shows. All of your strippers are way too confident and they come off as uncaring or not even trying. I’d care, and I’d try.”
“People don’t come to see strippers who care or try,” Draco scoffed. “They come to see sexy men take off their clothes and dance in front of them.”
“I can do that too,” Potter smirked.
“Fine. Strip.”
“What?” Potter seemed to drop his ‘confidence’ and stare at him.
“Well, if you want to work here, you’re going to need to strip constantly and be comfortable with it. So strip.” Draco shrugged, leaning on his elbows and raising an eyebrow.
“Draco, come on,” Blaise started to say, but Draco simply held up a hand.
“No, I want to know if he even knows what it means to be sexy.”
“Fine,” Potter said quickly. “I will.”
“I need a drink. Have fun, you two.” Blaise sighed.
He left the room, shaking his head and throwing a wink at Draco. He knew that Draco had been obsessed with Potter back in school.
“Go on.” Draco stared at Potter unabashedly.
“Er, okay,” Potter stammered, beginning to blush.
He put his wand down on the chair and began to take off his shirt and then slowly unbuttoned his jeans, biting down on his full bottom lip.
Draco sighed as he watched. Potter was no stripper-clumsy and nervous, with lots of unsure pauses and Draco would never put him on stage-but fuck if he wasn’t gorgeous as all hell. The man was like a toned, golden God and by the time he was down to his boxers, Draco wanted him in his bed. Now, preferably.
“Potter, stop.” Draco shook his head, not knowing how to say the words without drowning Potter into self-consciousness.
“I know, I’m not sexy at all. I’m sorry, I’ll just leave-“ Potter started to put his clothes back on and Draco felt a pull at his heartstrings.
“Hold on.” Draco bit his lip. He’d never done this before; try to make someone feel better. “Come here.”
Potter stood unsure, still holding onto his trousers, and looking hesitant in his black briefs. Draco gestured for him to come closer and Potter walked until he was on Draco’s side of the desk.
Draco held out his hand, and like the trusting man he was, Harry shook it.
“Let’s start over, yeah?” Draco said slowly. “I’m Draco Malfoy.”
Potter smiled shyly and nodded. “Hi. I’m Harry Potter.”
Draco grinned and pulled at his hand until suddenly, he had a lapful of Potter. The man gasped and held onto Draco’s shoulders to keep from falling off the chair.
“I’m a strip club owner who is need of both a stripper and a good shag.”
“Er.” Potter cleared his throat, the blush highlighting his cheekbones.
“I think you’re only qualified for one of those jobs unfortunately.” Draco smirked. “And a hint: you’d make a horrible stripper.”
“Right.” Potter blushed harder and smiled back. “So, does a good shag involve dinner as well?”
“We can talk benefits and retirement plans later,” Draco laughed. “First, you have to get the job.”
“Oh… and how do I go about applying?”
“Kiss me.”
And when Potter-Harry-leaned in and licked his lips before planting one on Draco’s mouth…well, let’s just say he wasn’t letting go of this one for a while.
Read the sequel here!!!
Author: bleedforyou1
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Beta: vanessawolfie
Summary: Harry needs a change in his life. Draco needs a new employee.
Word count: 2,410
Warnings: slash. fluff.
Note: This was written basically for hp_sexstars, a new comm that is all about strippers, escorts, rent-boys and pornstars. I hope everyone enjoys my addition to the community ;)
Harry needed to make a change in his life. It was stupid, this boring routine life of his. Wake up, go to the Ministry, do paperwork for the Aurors (considering they hardly ever let him out on field work) and then come home, watch porn and fall asleep. Then he’d wake up and do it all over again.
He was sick of all the girls in his life-Ginny and Hermione especially-making plans for him and setting him up with ‘other eligible gay wizards’ on the weekends and he was also sick of the clubs and people he saw every Saturday night. It was a boring lifestyle and Harry had fallen so into it, that he was practically a robot every day.
Something needed to change. On one particularly dreary Sunday morning, he had been perusing the Daily Prophet and Merlin and Morgana, did something catch his eye. It broke through his robotic days’ routine and he put down his coffee to take a second look at the moving advertisement.
It was a small ad, with just a man standing and flexing his chest. A gorgeous chest though it was, he wasn’t quite Harry’s type-Harry liked a lithe body underneath his, flexible and thin as the man arched and moaned filthy things…damn, Harry thought. I seriously need sex. And soon.
However, it was the words next to the flexing man that really caught Harry’s eye.
Fantastic Flesh
The best Wizarding strip club in London is looking for a new man to flaunt his stuff on stage. Think you’re sexy enough?
All applicants must be over 18, preferably homosexual or bi-sexual wizards. Bring resume and three colour photos of yourself to Fantastic Flesh, downtown London. For more information, please send all letters to Draco Malfoy or Blaise Zabini at the addresses below.
Harry’s heart stammered when he saw the name Draco Malfoy. Harry hadn’t heard of the man in, what, three years? Since the war ended at least, and Harry had seen him at the trials. Harry remembered thinking how good Malfoy looked in a Muggle suit and tie. I wonder if he still looks good… Harry thought.
Now, Harry wasn’t the type to go audition as a stripper. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He wasn’t confident, or a good dancer and he most definitely didn’t want a bunch of horny people to throw money at him. However…maybe this was the type of change he needed in his life. He needed to feel sexy and wanted again, like he did the first time he went to a Muggle dance club. All the men had looked at him like a piece of meat, and it was strangely refreshing to be seen differently than just the Saviour of the Wizarding World.
He couldn’t think of what else to do but go for some advice. Hermione and Ron were definitely out, since they would tell him that Malfoy was going to kill him if he showed up, but perhaps…
***
That afternoon, Harry was standing in front of Ginny and Luna as they demanded him to take off his clothes. He had asked Luna, who very good at weird things like this, and she-without asking him-had brought Ginny along as well.
“Okay, I can’t do this,” Harry mumbled. “I was wrong, it was a stupid idea.”
“Harry,” Ginny grinned. “Come on, I think it’s a great idea. Even if you don’t get the job, it’ll be a good experience for you. Eye-opening, really.”
She clicked down on the camera again and Harry used his arm to cover his naked chest. He was standing in only his underpants and he could barely see since they made him take his glasses off as well.
“No, no, I can’t do this. I don’t even want you two to see me naked, how am I going to do it in front of Malfoy or Zabini?”
“You just pretend he’s naked as well,” Ginny giggled. “I know you wouldn’t mind that.”
“Yes Harry, we all know you were so into Draco,” Luna agreed. “In fact, if you practice now, it’ll help you for later, when you do it front of them.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t know; this is probably a very embarrassing and bad idea. I don’t even look good, like I’m sure all the other men will--”
“Harry,” Ginny barked. “You are a sexy, wonderful guy and you just need to get that through your thick skull!”
She pushed him in front of the mirror and he stared into the reflection, wincing slightly. He was still skinny and rather…well, actually, he supposed he wasn’t that bad.
“Just stand there and look. Any man would die to have you in his bed.”
Harry looked-actually really looked. If he thought about it, he sort of understood why those men had wanted him to come home with them. He did have nice…skin? And Auror training had definitely helped him build muscle and his eyes were pretty nice, he supposed.
“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “I guess it’s worth a shot.”
*
Draco Malfoy watched as yet another man stripped in front of him and waggled his eyebrows in a dangerously disgusting fashion.
“For the love of Merlin, just stop already,” Draco groaned, resisting the urge to slam his forehead down on his desk. He instead picked up the photographs and resume of the young man and threw them at the blond. “Get out of my office. You’re not a stripper; you’re a low-paid rent boy in need of some extra cash.”
“But-but, I haven’t even showed you my--”
“I don’t need to see it to know it’s not up to standard for my strip club,” Draco glared. “Now, leave before I have my partner kick you out.”
“Sorry mate.” Blaise shrugged at the half-clothed man. “He’s in charge of picking our new strippers. I’m just the business side of things.”
The blond huffed and picked up his clothes and papers, marching out of the office and slamming the door shut.
“Ugh.” Draco grunted, really dropping his head down to his desk this time. “This is so stupid. Zabini, why did you even get me into this damn business? It’s fucking ridiculous watching these queens slamming in and out like they run the place.”
“Because, you are an excellent judge of bodies,” Blaise laughed, patting Draco’s back. “Besides, you declined to be one of the strippers, and the most I could do was make you a partner.”
“Well, I’m sorry that I only allow people who I actually fuck to see this gorgeous body of mine,” Draco sniffed, picking up his head and reaching over to take a sip from his cold tea.
“Gorgeous body, indeed.” Blaise smirked. “Too bad they have to deal with the bossy, controlling attitude that comes with it.”
“I am not bossy. I just know what I want.” Draco shrugged and added: “And I know how to get it.”
“Not bossy, my arse! Merlin, I slept with you once, and I could never do it again. So many demands! Too slow, too fast, too hard, more of that, why are you so stupid? It sucked the fun out of the actual sex,” Blaise ranted, shaking his head.
“Oh, Blaise…” Draco stood up and leaned against his desk. He curled an arm around Blaise’s shoulder and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “Don’t tell me the end result wasn’t worth it.”
Blaise shivered and let out a chuckle that sounded too husky to be uninterested. “Okay, maybe you’re right… fuck, you make it worth it.”
Draco released his hold and smirked. “I know. That’s why I’m the best.”
Blaise laughed and shook his head. “The man who ends up with you is going to be in for a rollercoaster.”
Just then, a knock at the office door sounded and Draco groaned. He fell into his chair and ran a hand through his hair. “Last applicant of the day, Zabini. I can’t handle any more drama queens.”
“Come in,” Blaise called, still laughing as he stood near Draco’s desk. The door opened and Draco had the first question on his tongue before he looked up and saw a man that he hadn’t seen in three years.
Memories of the trials and the war came flooding back and when Potter grinned at him, all of the fantasies of his Hogwarts days made Draco instantly grit his teeth.
“Potter? What the fuck are you doing here?” He blurted out, losing all of the business cool he usually had.
“Hello to you to, Malfoy,” he said cheerfully as he came in fully and closed the door behind him. “And you, Zabini.”
“Potter…interesting.” Blaise smirked. “Call me Blaise, we’re no longer schoolboys.”
They shook hands but Draco had still not managed to stop staring at the man in front of him. Potter’s glasses were gone, obviously replaced by some sort of eye-correction spell and so were the baggy clothes of his teen years. He wore a tight red shirt and black trousers that lead nothing to the imagination.
It was like being back in school, when Draco would lie in his Slytherin bed at night and wank to thoughts of Potter holding his prick and whispering dirty things in his ear-
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He repeated, this time with more of a forceful tone.
“I’m here to audition. For your strip club.” The man grinned yet again, dropping a piece of parchment and three photos onto Draco’s desk.
Draco’s eyes flitted down and he nearly bit down on his tongue when he was presented with three photos of Potter wearing nothing but dark green boxers and a huge smile on his face. His perfectly toned chest gleamed in the photos and he would occasionally run a hand through his hair, mussing it up as if he just got shagged in a dirty men’s room stall.
“Ah.” Blaise perused the pictures as well. “And may I ask, Potter, why you suddenly felt the urge to be a stripper?”
“Well.” Potter shrugged. “I think it’ll be fun way to just, you know, build up some confidence.”
“We’re not a therapy office trying to help you build confidence,” Draco snapped. “And, it’s not fun. It’s hard work and little pay with admittedly generous tips, and we’re not going to hire you just because you’re the Saviour.”
“I know.” Potter dropped his grin and nodded seriously. “That’s why I came here. I want to be somewhere where I don’t get any extra benefits for being the ‘Boy who Lived’ or any other crap. I don’t need a therapy office, I just need somewhere to let go and try something different. A change.”
“Well, that sounds reasonable,” Blaise murmured. Draco glared at him-the man would hire Potter just because the name Harry Potter would give him great business.
“And from the looks of it, you all need a change too.” Potter shrugged again.
“Excuse me?” Draco put as much attitude as he could in just two words.
“I’ve come to a few of your shows. All of your strippers are way too confident and they come off as uncaring or not even trying. I’d care, and I’d try.”
“People don’t come to see strippers who care or try,” Draco scoffed. “They come to see sexy men take off their clothes and dance in front of them.”
“I can do that too,” Potter smirked.
“Fine. Strip.”
“What?” Potter seemed to drop his ‘confidence’ and stare at him.
“Well, if you want to work here, you’re going to need to strip constantly and be comfortable with it. So strip.” Draco shrugged, leaning on his elbows and raising an eyebrow.
“Draco, come on,” Blaise started to say, but Draco simply held up a hand.
“No, I want to know if he even knows what it means to be sexy.”
“Fine,” Potter said quickly. “I will.”
“I need a drink. Have fun, you two.” Blaise sighed.
He left the room, shaking his head and throwing a wink at Draco. He knew that Draco had been obsessed with Potter back in school.
“Go on.” Draco stared at Potter unabashedly.
“Er, okay,” Potter stammered, beginning to blush.
He put his wand down on the chair and began to take off his shirt and then slowly unbuttoned his jeans, biting down on his full bottom lip.
Draco sighed as he watched. Potter was no stripper-clumsy and nervous, with lots of unsure pauses and Draco would never put him on stage-but fuck if he wasn’t gorgeous as all hell. The man was like a toned, golden God and by the time he was down to his boxers, Draco wanted him in his bed. Now, preferably.
“Potter, stop.” Draco shook his head, not knowing how to say the words without drowning Potter into self-consciousness.
“I know, I’m not sexy at all. I’m sorry, I’ll just leave-“ Potter started to put his clothes back on and Draco felt a pull at his heartstrings.
“Hold on.” Draco bit his lip. He’d never done this before; try to make someone feel better. “Come here.”
Potter stood unsure, still holding onto his trousers, and looking hesitant in his black briefs. Draco gestured for him to come closer and Potter walked until he was on Draco’s side of the desk.
Draco held out his hand, and like the trusting man he was, Harry shook it.
“Let’s start over, yeah?” Draco said slowly. “I’m Draco Malfoy.”
Potter smiled shyly and nodded. “Hi. I’m Harry Potter.”
Draco grinned and pulled at his hand until suddenly, he had a lapful of Potter. The man gasped and held onto Draco’s shoulders to keep from falling off the chair.
“I’m a strip club owner who is need of both a stripper and a good shag.”
“Er.” Potter cleared his throat, the blush highlighting his cheekbones.
“I think you’re only qualified for one of those jobs unfortunately.” Draco smirked. “And a hint: you’d make a horrible stripper.”
“Right.” Potter blushed harder and smiled back. “So, does a good shag involve dinner as well?”
“We can talk benefits and retirement plans later,” Draco laughed. “First, you have to get the job.”
“Oh… and how do I go about applying?”
“Kiss me.”
And when Potter-Harry-leaned in and licked his lips before planting one on Draco’s mouth…well, let’s just say he wasn’t letting go of this one for a while.
Read the sequel here!!!