Fic: When Harry Met Jason (And Draco Got Very, Very Jealous)
This is all shikishi's fault.
When Harry Met Jason (And Draco Got Very, Very Jealous)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Category: 2700 words of smutty crackfic!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Shikishi said, "I want the H/D story that has a guest appearance by Jason Priestly." Her wish is apparently my command.
Thank you to off_that_bridge for audiencing :).
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“21…22…23! That’s our row, Draco. What seat do you have again?” Harry turned around to address his boyfriend, who was casting a glance out of the tiny window, apparently eyeing the wing.
Draco straightened up and rummaged through his bag. His vintage Prada messenger bag, Harry corrected himself silently. How something could be vintage if it was only four years old, Harry would never understand.
“23C,” Draco announced, looking at the small sign above the row of seats.
“That’s the aisle seat,” Harry observed. “Figures you’d get the better seat. Mine’s the one in the middle.”
Draco sent a triumphant smile in his direction, which Harry ignored, turning towards the seats. When he got a good look at the occupant of the window seat, Harry’s heart stood still.
That couldn’t be…it was…it was…
“Hi!!” The man said, looking back and forth between Harry and Draco, flashing both of them an enormous smile. “How are you? D’you need help with that?” He nodded in direction of Draco’s bag.
But that voice! That wonderful melodic voice…it had to be…but how? Harry felt a little faint.
“No, that’s quite all right,” Draco replied icily, holding onto his Prada messenger bag a little tighter.
Harry kept staring. It was undeniable: Jason Priestley, former star of Beverly Hills 90210 and of Harry Potter’s teenage wank fantasies, was sitting in front of them, a mere 1.5 meters away, and would continue to sit there for another six hours, all the way to New York. Oh god.
“Potter,” Draco hissed. “Move! There are at least ten muggles behind me, and they are starting to close in!”
“Huh?” Harry asked, unable to tear himself away from Jason, who was still smiling the most brilliant smile at Harry.
“I said-Oh, never mind.” Draco gave Harry a shove, and Harry stumbled forward, somehow landing in his seat, but not without using Jason’s knee for balance.
“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, fully aware that he was blushing.
“Hey, no problem,” Jason replied genially, resting his hand briefly on Harry’s arm.
The hand felt very warm and very…manly through Harry’s thin shirt. Breathing became somewhat difficult. When a voice started to speak directly into his ear, Harry jumped and let out the most undignified squeak. Turning his head, his nose bumped right into Draco’s.
“Potter, your arse!” Draco was glaring daggers while rubbing his nose.
“Oh, you brought that upon yourself, frightening me half to-”
“What’s going on with you?” Draco interrupted, voice lowered to a harsh whisper. “Do you know that muggle?” Draco shot a glance at Jason, who waved back happily.
“It’s Jason Priestley,” Harry muttered dreamily.
“Who?”
“Jason Priestley! He used to be in the most amazing TV show. At first I thought it was stupid because Aunt Petunia made me watch it with her, but then I realised how brilliant it was!”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Did you think he was attractive?”
“Um. No?” Harry tried.
“And I never lusted after Victor Krum. Sure, Harry. We’re changing seats. Right now.” Draco looked up and down the aisle, waving at a flight assistant.
“No! I mean…that’s not necessary. I’m so over it. Completely. I swear.” Harry tried to look as sincere as possible.
Draco’s eyes narrowed even more. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Harry nodded eagerly.
The flight attendant arrived at their row. “Can I help you?”
Draco turned towards her. “Yes. We’re interested in…” Draco paused dramatically, and Harry prayed for the first time in his life, pleading to many higher deities that Draco would not ask for different seats. “…in something to drink. Water, to be exact. Perrier would do nicely, thank you.”
A hint of annoyance crossed the flight attendant’s face, probably due to Draco’s impossibly condescending tone. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Before Harry and Draco had a chance to resume their conversation, an announcement about their impending take-off came over the loudspeakers. The plane started to move, rolling slowly across the tarmac. Harry looked out the window, watching the airport pass by.
“My name’s Jason, by the way.”
Harry drew back and found himself very close to Jason’s face. “Ha-Harry.”
Jason grasped Harry’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Harry! First time for you?”
The tops of Harry’s ears started to burn. “Pardon?”
“Is that the first time you’re on a plane?”
“Er, yeah.” Harry flopped back into his seat
“Ah.” Jason nodded. “I still get a little nervous from time to time. Especially during take-off.”
Harry noticed that the plane was gaining considerable speed now, and he grasped the arm of his seat. Just as the planed lifted off, he felt Jason’s hand on his leg. “Um,” Harry said helpfully, gesturing at Jason’s hand.
“Oops! Nerves.” Jason shrugged, but didn’t remove his hand.
“Pardon me for interrupting.” Draco’s voice could have cut through steel. “I believe your hand is on my boyfriend’s leg.”
“Draco, be nice,” Harry admonished under his breath.
Jason laughed. “Sorry! My hands tend to get away from me sometimes.” He removed his hand, but not without lightly squeezing Harry’s thigh first. Harry’s cock twitched excitedly. “So,” Jason continued, “Boyfriends, huh?” He winked at Harry.
Harry blushed.
Draco growled, and his face turned a nice shade of fuchsia.
Jason’s face took on a concerned expression. “You look a little agitated. Do you have a fear of flying…oh, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Draco.”
“Oh, such an interesting name! Are you okay, Draco? I have these pills-totally organic, of course-that work miracles in these circumstances! Seriously, just one and-”
“No, thanks,” Draco ground out.
“Sure, whatever, man,” Jason replied cheerfully. Leaning close to Harry, his lips brushing against the shell of Harry’s ear, he whispered, “A little testy, that one, huh? Must be interesting in bed.”
“Nnngh.” Harry’s mind immediately flashed to a threesome between himself, Jason, and Draco, making coherent speech entirely impossible.
Jason chuckled. “I get it, no need to explain!”
Harry contemplated if it was possible to blush more, and decided that yes, it was indeed.
The fasten-seatbelt-sign went dark above them.
“Finally!” Jason exclaimed. “Had a little too much to drink before getting on the plane.” He wiggled in his seat for added emphasis.
Harry’s eyes involuntarily wandered to Jason’s rather impressive crotch. He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling as if it was coated with sandpaper.
“Would you mind?” Jason asked.
“Bwuh?” Harry forced himself to look at Jason’s face. His amazingly blue eyes, to be exact. Just as blue as the sky on an early spring day…
“Would you mind letting me out?” Jason clarified.
“Oh! Yes! Of course.” Harry scrambled to get up, trying to get Draco to stand up as well, but Draco batted his hand away.
“If Jason so urgently needs to visit the loo, he can very well make a little effort. Isn’t that right, Jason?” Draco asked sweetly.
“That’s right, Draco, no problem at all!” Jason affirmed enthusiastically, and awkwardly climbed across Draco’s legs.
Harry could have sworn that Draco was making it as difficult as possible for Jason to reach the aisle. He waited until Jason was a good ten rows away-happily noting that his arse was just as firm as he’d remembered from that one particular poster Harry had nicked from one of Dudley’s magazines--before he turned to Draco.
“It wouldn’t kill you to be just a little bit nicer, you know,” Harry chided.
Draco looked at him incredulously. “And why exactly should I do that? He’s been all over you from the moment we sat down!”
“He has not!” Harry said hotly. “That was a mistake, he said so himself! Maybe he has a fear of flying, and touching other people calms him down.”
Draco snorted.
“He’s a really great bloke, Draco, believe me. He’s very famous, too. I bet he’s on his way to make his next film! Or maybe he’s just finished filming in London…”
“Oh, if he’s so famous, why is he flying in economy? And why has no one else recognised him?” Draco looked smug.
“Maybe people are just being discreet.”
“Like you are.”
“Yes, exactly.” Harry was glad that Draco finally started to develop a more sensible take on the situation.
Draco broke out into a fit of laughter.
“What?” Harry asked.
“Nothing.” Draco continued to giggle.
“Fine.” Harry leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, ignoring Draco, who had just pulled what very much looked like a Potions manual from his Prada messenger bag. Good for him. It was Draco’s loss if he wanted to squander the unique chance they’d been given, namely to get to know one of the most influential people of the last decade in the flesh. Er. In person. Yes.
Suddenly, Harry had an idea. He’d never be able to get closer to Jason while sitting next to Draco. But if he caught Jason on his way back from the loo, he might have a chance to get into his pants. No! Wrong phrase. A chance to get into his mind. Yes. To develop a more personal understanding of the craft of acting.
“Draco, I think I’ll, erm, go and check up on our meals. Make sure they’re up to your, I mean, our standards.” Harry motioned to get up.
Draco lowered his book. “Are you sure you want to check up on our meals?”
“What else would I want to check out, um, check up on?” Harry asked innocently.
“I don’t know, that annoying Muggle you’re so taken with?” Draco challenged.
“Thank you, Draco. Here I am, trying to do something nice, for you, I might add, and all I get is your distrust?” Harry inwardly complimented himself on actually sounding a little bitter.
Draco held his gaze for a moment. “All right,” he said slowly, “go and ask.”
Harry bit his lip to hide his enthusiasm. He felt a twinge in his heart because of what he was about to do, but surely one little kiss wouldn’t count as betrayal?
When he was about three rows away from their seats, Harry suddenly realised he was walking in the wrong direction, at least when he wanted Draco to believe he was going towards the kitchen. Which was ahead of their row, not behind it. Apparently, Draco had noticed this as well, as Harry’s legs froze up and became totally unusable, so that he stumbled and fell. Sprawled out in the aisle, he heard Draco’s booming voice behind him.
“HARRY JAMES POTTER, you will pay for this!”
Harry slowly turned around, finding Draco towering above him.
“I cannot believe you tried to pull this on me.” Draco sounded genuinely upset. He waved a pencil-his transfigured wand-at Harry, his lips moving without speaking, and Harry could feel his legs again. “Get up. We need to talk. In private.”
Harry stumbled to his feet, and was immediately pulled into the direction of the lavatories.
Draco slammed the door closed behind them, locking it, both manually and magically. “Ugh, this is filthy.” He observed the tiny room with disdain. “Scourgify!”
Harry tried to press himself into a non-existent corner in an effort to put some distance between them, but Draco grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close.
“You stay right here,” he mumbled before kissing him fiercely.
Harry moaned under the onslaught of Draco’s lips and tongue. The not-too-gently nipping and biting that mingled with the kiss went straight to his cock.
Draco broke away suddenly. “Sit.” He pushed Harry down onto the toilet lid. “Take off your shirt.”
“Draco, I’m sor-”
“No talking.”
Harry swallowed, squirming under Draco’s burning gaze. He threw his shirt on the small counter.
Draco opened Harry’s jeans with practised moves, sliding his hand into Harry’s underpants, stroking his cock to hardness. “Tell me what you were going to do with that little slut. Considering where I have my hand, lying isn’t advisable.”
“I wasn’t really trying to do any-”
Draco squeezed the base of Harry’s cock rather firmly.
“Fuck! Really, Draco, I didn’t…well, maybe…Ithoughtofkissinghim,” Harry mumbled.
Draco’s hand stopped moving, and Harry helplessly bucked against his fingers, trying to get the wonderful friction back. “You wanted to snog him?”
“Yeah,” Harry admitted in a small voice.
“I can’t believe you! I’m going to fuck that insolence right out of you,” Draco said menacingly. His hand dropped completely away from Harry, who whined in protest.
Quickly stepping out of his trousers and pants, but leaving his shirt in place, Draco hooked his thumbs into Harry’s jeans. “Up!”
Harry obediently lifted his hips, feeling his jeans and pants fall down to his ankles. Draco sat down on his thighs.
When Harry tried to reach for Draco, his wrists were caught in a tight grip. “Behind your back,” Draco instructed. “Lace your fingers together. You will only touch me when I say you can.”
Harry nodded, his cock now painfully hard.
Draco bent down to search trough the pockets of his discarded trousers, producing a small tube of lube. Harry raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. While this was curious, it wasn’t completely without precedent-Draco had appeared with lube in the most unlikely places before.
Coating his fingers, Draco reached behind himself, working himself open with evident impatience, eyes screwed tightly shut the entire time. Harry’s eyes flitted about the small space, unable to watch this without being allowed to touch Draco, only returning his gaze to Draco’s face when quick fingers spread lube over his cock.
Draco shifted forward, and without hesitation, lowered himself on Harry’s cock, halting only once to whisper, “Don’t come before I tell you to.”
Harry’s thighs began to shake when Draco didn’t start moving right away, rolling his hips in lazy circles instead. His fingers wandered over Harry’s stomach, barely touching the skin there, up to twist his nipples. Harry jerked, and Draco sighed softly. “Spread your legs. Just a little.”
Harry followed the instruction, and felt himself slipping even deeper into Draco. He cursed under his breath, unable to hold back the words, but Draco didn’t seem to have noticed. One of his hands wound into Harry’s hair, tugging at it, forcing Harry to tilt his head. Draco’s lips hovered over Harry’s when Draco finally, finally, began to move.
Up. Down.
“Do you really want to give this up, Harry?” With every word, Draco’s lips brushed softly against Harry’s mouth.
Up. Down.
“No,” Harry whispered desperately. “No.”
“Do you promise to never again chase after second-rate American actors with the intention of cheating on your perfect boyfriend?”
Draco’s rhythm picked up speed, his movements more frantic now.
“I promise,” Harry said, panting.
“Good.” Draco gave Harry’s hair one final tug before letting go of it and wrapping his arms around Harry’s shoulders. “You may touch me now.”
Something snapped apart in Harry when he heard those words, and he grasped Draco’s hips, thrusting up into him with swift, hard strokes, trying to keep him in place, but Draco’s sweat-sleek skin moved out of his grasp, allowing Draco to meet each of Harry’s thrusts with equal force. An unexpected twist of Draco’s hips and a hushed “come for me” pushed Harry over the edge.
Draco’s needy little movements were almost too much now, but Harry tried to keep up with them, his hand blindly finding Draco’s cock, stroking it roughly. Draco whimpered, his arms tightening around Harry’s shoulder just as his come splashed hotly against Harry’s belly and chest.
They sagged against each other, not moving or speaking for a few minutes.
“Maybe we should get back to our seats,” Harry mused finally.
Draco lifted his head off Harry’s shoulder and looked at him for a moment. “Hmmm, no.” That said, he began nibbling on the sensitive skin behind Harry’s ear.
“No?” Harry’s voice shook a little because Draco was doing that thing with his tongue that rendered Harry completely incoherent every single time.
Finishing a series of butterfly kisses along Harry’s jaw, Draco replied, “No. Your punishment is far from over. There needs to be at least one more round, wouldn’t you say?”
Harry only got as far as opening his mouth to respond before Draco’s lips closed over his own, cutting off any protest Harry might have had.
Which he most certainly did not.
The End.
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When Harry Met Jason (And Draco Got Very, Very Jealous)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Category: 2700 words of smutty crackfic!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Shikishi said, "I want the H/D story that has a guest appearance by Jason Priestly." Her wish is apparently my command.
Thank you to off_that_bridge for audiencing :).
~*~*~
“21…22…23! That’s our row, Draco. What seat do you have again?” Harry turned around to address his boyfriend, who was casting a glance out of the tiny window, apparently eyeing the wing.
Draco straightened up and rummaged through his bag. His vintage Prada messenger bag, Harry corrected himself silently. How something could be vintage if it was only four years old, Harry would never understand.
“23C,” Draco announced, looking at the small sign above the row of seats.
“That’s the aisle seat,” Harry observed. “Figures you’d get the better seat. Mine’s the one in the middle.”
Draco sent a triumphant smile in his direction, which Harry ignored, turning towards the seats. When he got a good look at the occupant of the window seat, Harry’s heart stood still.
That couldn’t be…it was…it was…
“Hi!!” The man said, looking back and forth between Harry and Draco, flashing both of them an enormous smile. “How are you? D’you need help with that?” He nodded in direction of Draco’s bag.
But that voice! That wonderful melodic voice…it had to be…but how? Harry felt a little faint.
“No, that’s quite all right,” Draco replied icily, holding onto his Prada messenger bag a little tighter.
Harry kept staring. It was undeniable: Jason Priestley, former star of Beverly Hills 90210 and of Harry Potter’s teenage wank fantasies, was sitting in front of them, a mere 1.5 meters away, and would continue to sit there for another six hours, all the way to New York. Oh god.
“Potter,” Draco hissed. “Move! There are at least ten muggles behind me, and they are starting to close in!”
“Huh?” Harry asked, unable to tear himself away from Jason, who was still smiling the most brilliant smile at Harry.
“I said-Oh, never mind.” Draco gave Harry a shove, and Harry stumbled forward, somehow landing in his seat, but not without using Jason’s knee for balance.
“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, fully aware that he was blushing.
“Hey, no problem,” Jason replied genially, resting his hand briefly on Harry’s arm.
The hand felt very warm and very…manly through Harry’s thin shirt. Breathing became somewhat difficult. When a voice started to speak directly into his ear, Harry jumped and let out the most undignified squeak. Turning his head, his nose bumped right into Draco’s.
“Potter, your arse!” Draco was glaring daggers while rubbing his nose.
“Oh, you brought that upon yourself, frightening me half to-”
“What’s going on with you?” Draco interrupted, voice lowered to a harsh whisper. “Do you know that muggle?” Draco shot a glance at Jason, who waved back happily.
“It’s Jason Priestley,” Harry muttered dreamily.
“Who?”
“Jason Priestley! He used to be in the most amazing TV show. At first I thought it was stupid because Aunt Petunia made me watch it with her, but then I realised how brilliant it was!”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Did you think he was attractive?”
“Um. No?” Harry tried.
“And I never lusted after Victor Krum. Sure, Harry. We’re changing seats. Right now.” Draco looked up and down the aisle, waving at a flight assistant.
“No! I mean…that’s not necessary. I’m so over it. Completely. I swear.” Harry tried to look as sincere as possible.
Draco’s eyes narrowed even more. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Harry nodded eagerly.
The flight attendant arrived at their row. “Can I help you?”
Draco turned towards her. “Yes. We’re interested in…” Draco paused dramatically, and Harry prayed for the first time in his life, pleading to many higher deities that Draco would not ask for different seats. “…in something to drink. Water, to be exact. Perrier would do nicely, thank you.”
A hint of annoyance crossed the flight attendant’s face, probably due to Draco’s impossibly condescending tone. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Before Harry and Draco had a chance to resume their conversation, an announcement about their impending take-off came over the loudspeakers. The plane started to move, rolling slowly across the tarmac. Harry looked out the window, watching the airport pass by.
“My name’s Jason, by the way.”
Harry drew back and found himself very close to Jason’s face. “Ha-Harry.”
Jason grasped Harry’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Harry! First time for you?”
The tops of Harry’s ears started to burn. “Pardon?”
“Is that the first time you’re on a plane?”
“Er, yeah.” Harry flopped back into his seat
“Ah.” Jason nodded. “I still get a little nervous from time to time. Especially during take-off.”
Harry noticed that the plane was gaining considerable speed now, and he grasped the arm of his seat. Just as the planed lifted off, he felt Jason’s hand on his leg. “Um,” Harry said helpfully, gesturing at Jason’s hand.
“Oops! Nerves.” Jason shrugged, but didn’t remove his hand.
“Pardon me for interrupting.” Draco’s voice could have cut through steel. “I believe your hand is on my boyfriend’s leg.”
“Draco, be nice,” Harry admonished under his breath.
Jason laughed. “Sorry! My hands tend to get away from me sometimes.” He removed his hand, but not without lightly squeezing Harry’s thigh first. Harry’s cock twitched excitedly. “So,” Jason continued, “Boyfriends, huh?” He winked at Harry.
Harry blushed.
Draco growled, and his face turned a nice shade of fuchsia.
Jason’s face took on a concerned expression. “You look a little agitated. Do you have a fear of flying…oh, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Draco.”
“Oh, such an interesting name! Are you okay, Draco? I have these pills-totally organic, of course-that work miracles in these circumstances! Seriously, just one and-”
“No, thanks,” Draco ground out.
“Sure, whatever, man,” Jason replied cheerfully. Leaning close to Harry, his lips brushing against the shell of Harry’s ear, he whispered, “A little testy, that one, huh? Must be interesting in bed.”
“Nnngh.” Harry’s mind immediately flashed to a threesome between himself, Jason, and Draco, making coherent speech entirely impossible.
Jason chuckled. “I get it, no need to explain!”
Harry contemplated if it was possible to blush more, and decided that yes, it was indeed.
The fasten-seatbelt-sign went dark above them.
“Finally!” Jason exclaimed. “Had a little too much to drink before getting on the plane.” He wiggled in his seat for added emphasis.
Harry’s eyes involuntarily wandered to Jason’s rather impressive crotch. He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling as if it was coated with sandpaper.
“Would you mind?” Jason asked.
“Bwuh?” Harry forced himself to look at Jason’s face. His amazingly blue eyes, to be exact. Just as blue as the sky on an early spring day…
“Would you mind letting me out?” Jason clarified.
“Oh! Yes! Of course.” Harry scrambled to get up, trying to get Draco to stand up as well, but Draco batted his hand away.
“If Jason so urgently needs to visit the loo, he can very well make a little effort. Isn’t that right, Jason?” Draco asked sweetly.
“That’s right, Draco, no problem at all!” Jason affirmed enthusiastically, and awkwardly climbed across Draco’s legs.
Harry could have sworn that Draco was making it as difficult as possible for Jason to reach the aisle. He waited until Jason was a good ten rows away-happily noting that his arse was just as firm as he’d remembered from that one particular poster Harry had nicked from one of Dudley’s magazines--before he turned to Draco.
“It wouldn’t kill you to be just a little bit nicer, you know,” Harry chided.
Draco looked at him incredulously. “And why exactly should I do that? He’s been all over you from the moment we sat down!”
“He has not!” Harry said hotly. “That was a mistake, he said so himself! Maybe he has a fear of flying, and touching other people calms him down.”
Draco snorted.
“He’s a really great bloke, Draco, believe me. He’s very famous, too. I bet he’s on his way to make his next film! Or maybe he’s just finished filming in London…”
“Oh, if he’s so famous, why is he flying in economy? And why has no one else recognised him?” Draco looked smug.
“Maybe people are just being discreet.”
“Like you are.”
“Yes, exactly.” Harry was glad that Draco finally started to develop a more sensible take on the situation.
Draco broke out into a fit of laughter.
“What?” Harry asked.
“Nothing.” Draco continued to giggle.
“Fine.” Harry leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, ignoring Draco, who had just pulled what very much looked like a Potions manual from his Prada messenger bag. Good for him. It was Draco’s loss if he wanted to squander the unique chance they’d been given, namely to get to know one of the most influential people of the last decade in the flesh. Er. In person. Yes.
Suddenly, Harry had an idea. He’d never be able to get closer to Jason while sitting next to Draco. But if he caught Jason on his way back from the loo, he might have a chance to get into his pants. No! Wrong phrase. A chance to get into his mind. Yes. To develop a more personal understanding of the craft of acting.
“Draco, I think I’ll, erm, go and check up on our meals. Make sure they’re up to your, I mean, our standards.” Harry motioned to get up.
Draco lowered his book. “Are you sure you want to check up on our meals?”
“What else would I want to check out, um, check up on?” Harry asked innocently.
“I don’t know, that annoying Muggle you’re so taken with?” Draco challenged.
“Thank you, Draco. Here I am, trying to do something nice, for you, I might add, and all I get is your distrust?” Harry inwardly complimented himself on actually sounding a little bitter.
Draco held his gaze for a moment. “All right,” he said slowly, “go and ask.”
Harry bit his lip to hide his enthusiasm. He felt a twinge in his heart because of what he was about to do, but surely one little kiss wouldn’t count as betrayal?
When he was about three rows away from their seats, Harry suddenly realised he was walking in the wrong direction, at least when he wanted Draco to believe he was going towards the kitchen. Which was ahead of their row, not behind it. Apparently, Draco had noticed this as well, as Harry’s legs froze up and became totally unusable, so that he stumbled and fell. Sprawled out in the aisle, he heard Draco’s booming voice behind him.
“HARRY JAMES POTTER, you will pay for this!”
Harry slowly turned around, finding Draco towering above him.
“I cannot believe you tried to pull this on me.” Draco sounded genuinely upset. He waved a pencil-his transfigured wand-at Harry, his lips moving without speaking, and Harry could feel his legs again. “Get up. We need to talk. In private.”
Harry stumbled to his feet, and was immediately pulled into the direction of the lavatories.
Draco slammed the door closed behind them, locking it, both manually and magically. “Ugh, this is filthy.” He observed the tiny room with disdain. “Scourgify!”
Harry tried to press himself into a non-existent corner in an effort to put some distance between them, but Draco grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close.
“You stay right here,” he mumbled before kissing him fiercely.
Harry moaned under the onslaught of Draco’s lips and tongue. The not-too-gently nipping and biting that mingled with the kiss went straight to his cock.
Draco broke away suddenly. “Sit.” He pushed Harry down onto the toilet lid. “Take off your shirt.”
“Draco, I’m sor-”
“No talking.”
Harry swallowed, squirming under Draco’s burning gaze. He threw his shirt on the small counter.
Draco opened Harry’s jeans with practised moves, sliding his hand into Harry’s underpants, stroking his cock to hardness. “Tell me what you were going to do with that little slut. Considering where I have my hand, lying isn’t advisable.”
“I wasn’t really trying to do any-”
Draco squeezed the base of Harry’s cock rather firmly.
“Fuck! Really, Draco, I didn’t…well, maybe…Ithoughtofkissinghim,” Harry mumbled.
Draco’s hand stopped moving, and Harry helplessly bucked against his fingers, trying to get the wonderful friction back. “You wanted to snog him?”
“Yeah,” Harry admitted in a small voice.
“I can’t believe you! I’m going to fuck that insolence right out of you,” Draco said menacingly. His hand dropped completely away from Harry, who whined in protest.
Quickly stepping out of his trousers and pants, but leaving his shirt in place, Draco hooked his thumbs into Harry’s jeans. “Up!”
Harry obediently lifted his hips, feeling his jeans and pants fall down to his ankles. Draco sat down on his thighs.
When Harry tried to reach for Draco, his wrists were caught in a tight grip. “Behind your back,” Draco instructed. “Lace your fingers together. You will only touch me when I say you can.”
Harry nodded, his cock now painfully hard.
Draco bent down to search trough the pockets of his discarded trousers, producing a small tube of lube. Harry raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. While this was curious, it wasn’t completely without precedent-Draco had appeared with lube in the most unlikely places before.
Coating his fingers, Draco reached behind himself, working himself open with evident impatience, eyes screwed tightly shut the entire time. Harry’s eyes flitted about the small space, unable to watch this without being allowed to touch Draco, only returning his gaze to Draco’s face when quick fingers spread lube over his cock.
Draco shifted forward, and without hesitation, lowered himself on Harry’s cock, halting only once to whisper, “Don’t come before I tell you to.”
Harry’s thighs began to shake when Draco didn’t start moving right away, rolling his hips in lazy circles instead. His fingers wandered over Harry’s stomach, barely touching the skin there, up to twist his nipples. Harry jerked, and Draco sighed softly. “Spread your legs. Just a little.”
Harry followed the instruction, and felt himself slipping even deeper into Draco. He cursed under his breath, unable to hold back the words, but Draco didn’t seem to have noticed. One of his hands wound into Harry’s hair, tugging at it, forcing Harry to tilt his head. Draco’s lips hovered over Harry’s when Draco finally, finally, began to move.
Up. Down.
“Do you really want to give this up, Harry?” With every word, Draco’s lips brushed softly against Harry’s mouth.
Up. Down.
“No,” Harry whispered desperately. “No.”
“Do you promise to never again chase after second-rate American actors with the intention of cheating on your perfect boyfriend?”
Draco’s rhythm picked up speed, his movements more frantic now.
“I promise,” Harry said, panting.
“Good.” Draco gave Harry’s hair one final tug before letting go of it and wrapping his arms around Harry’s shoulders. “You may touch me now.”
Something snapped apart in Harry when he heard those words, and he grasped Draco’s hips, thrusting up into him with swift, hard strokes, trying to keep him in place, but Draco’s sweat-sleek skin moved out of his grasp, allowing Draco to meet each of Harry’s thrusts with equal force. An unexpected twist of Draco’s hips and a hushed “come for me” pushed Harry over the edge.
Draco’s needy little movements were almost too much now, but Harry tried to keep up with them, his hand blindly finding Draco’s cock, stroking it roughly. Draco whimpered, his arms tightening around Harry’s shoulder just as his come splashed hotly against Harry’s belly and chest.
They sagged against each other, not moving or speaking for a few minutes.
“Maybe we should get back to our seats,” Harry mused finally.
Draco lifted his head off Harry’s shoulder and looked at him for a moment. “Hmmm, no.” That said, he began nibbling on the sensitive skin behind Harry’s ear.
“No?” Harry’s voice shook a little because Draco was doing that thing with his tongue that rendered Harry completely incoherent every single time.
Finishing a series of butterfly kisses along Harry’s jaw, Draco replied, “No. Your punishment is far from over. There needs to be at least one more round, wouldn’t you say?”
Harry only got as far as opening his mouth to respond before Draco’s lips closed over his own, cutting off any protest Harry might have had.
Which he most certainly did not.
The End.
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