Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #90
The first weekend in August brings a new JMDC.
This month, the prompt is beat the heat. You may use it any way you wish: quote, phrase, or simply convey the meaning. Feel free to write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, or what have you. Combine it with other prompts, if you like. Please post your entry in own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until Saturday, August 31, at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me. Below is my entry for the month:
Title: Last Thoughts
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong suggestion and impending sex
Word count: 605
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift fic for July 2013's JMDC winner drarryisgreen, with a prompt of "It's so hot, Harry! Fix it!"
♦ Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge No. 90 - beat the heat
Summary: It's too hot, and Draco is going to die.
Harry sighed and swiped his damp hair off of his brow. It was the height of summer, and an unusual wave of heat had gripped London. For once, Harry wished he'd thought to install central air in Grimmauld Place. Every cooling charm he cast seemed to fizzle out and bring no relief at all. The only thing that could make this situation worse would be if Draco began whining again.
"It's so hot, Harry! Fix it!"
Harry groaned and rolled his eyes. Right on cue, he thought.
Draco was sprawled across the sofa, clad only in one of Harry's ratty old t-shirts and a pair of pants.
It was so hot that Harry's cock was only mildly interested in the visual stimulation that Draco presented. Harry thought he should be alarmed by that fact, but he was just too hot to care.
"There's nothing to be done, Draco," Harry muttered. "Muggle fans won't work in here, and my cooling charms can't beat the heat."
"Then, I shall die," Draco whispered dramatically.
"You're not going to die," Harry growled. The heat was making him grouchy.
"Tell my mother that I love her, and that my last thoughts were of her," Draco added.
"Why weren't your last thoughts of me?!"
"Because it's your fault that I'm going to die, you wanker!"
"Oh, for the love of Godric!" snapped Harry. "Neither of us is going to die."
"You will if I kill you."
Harry frowned. "What was that?" he demanded.
"Harry, I'm begging you," Draco said, ignoring the question. "This is me, your proud, pureblooded boyfriend, begging you for some relief."
"I can't make it any cooler!" cried Harry, throwing his hands up in defeat.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "No, but you can make reservations."
~*~
"Ah, this is the life," sighed Draco. He was sprawled across the massive bed in their hotel suite, wearing nothing but a fluffy robe after he'd taken a refreshing shower. Draco had cranked up the air con as soon as they arrived, and it was almost chilly in the room.
Harry shivered, partly from the too-cool temperature and partly out of lust. Harry Jr had been revived and was stirring in Harry's pants in search of relief of a different sort.
"Must we have it so cool in here?" Harry asked. It was a set-up, and he hoped Draco wouldn't cotton on.
"Yes, we must!" Draco snapped, sitting up on the bed. One side of his robe drooped, revealing the pale slope of his shoulder. "After sweltering in that hovel you call a home, this feels fantastic."
"Yeah? Well, I'm cold," said Harry. "I insist you warm me up."
One blond brow rose, and Draco's lips twitched as he caught on. "I suppose you deserve a reward for saving me from death by heat stroke."
Harry took his glasses off and set them aside. "I have strokes of a different sort in mind," he said, tugging his shirt off.
"That was awful, Harry."
"Put the lube to use," Harry instructed. He knelt to untie his trainers and remove them. As Harry stood up and unzipped his jeans, Draco was already busy preparing. Harry sighed in relief when he pushed his pants down and allowed Harry Jr to bob free. He prowled over to the bed and pressed Draco back upon it. Harry untied Draco's robe and pushed it open, revealing Draco's nude, aroused body.
"Be gentle," Draco quipped, eyes dancing with laughter and desire.
"Tosser," snorted Harry. "I should shag you to death, just to be certain your last thoughts were of me."
This month, the prompt is beat the heat. You may use it any way you wish: quote, phrase, or simply convey the meaning. Feel free to write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, or what have you. Combine it with other prompts, if you like. Please post your entry in own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until Saturday, August 31, at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me. Below is my entry for the month:
Title: Last Thoughts
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong suggestion and impending sex
Word count: 605
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift fic for July 2013's JMDC winner drarryisgreen, with a prompt of "It's so hot, Harry! Fix it!"
♦ Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge No. 90 - beat the heat
Summary: It's too hot, and Draco is going to die.
Harry sighed and swiped his damp hair off of his brow. It was the height of summer, and an unusual wave of heat had gripped London. For once, Harry wished he'd thought to install central air in Grimmauld Place. Every cooling charm he cast seemed to fizzle out and bring no relief at all. The only thing that could make this situation worse would be if Draco began whining again.
"It's so hot, Harry! Fix it!"
Harry groaned and rolled his eyes. Right on cue, he thought.
Draco was sprawled across the sofa, clad only in one of Harry's ratty old t-shirts and a pair of pants.
It was so hot that Harry's cock was only mildly interested in the visual stimulation that Draco presented. Harry thought he should be alarmed by that fact, but he was just too hot to care.
"There's nothing to be done, Draco," Harry muttered. "Muggle fans won't work in here, and my cooling charms can't beat the heat."
"Then, I shall die," Draco whispered dramatically.
"You're not going to die," Harry growled. The heat was making him grouchy.
"Tell my mother that I love her, and that my last thoughts were of her," Draco added.
"Why weren't your last thoughts of me?!"
"Because it's your fault that I'm going to die, you wanker!"
"Oh, for the love of Godric!" snapped Harry. "Neither of us is going to die."
"You will if I kill you."
Harry frowned. "What was that?" he demanded.
"Harry, I'm begging you," Draco said, ignoring the question. "This is me, your proud, pureblooded boyfriend, begging you for some relief."
"I can't make it any cooler!" cried Harry, throwing his hands up in defeat.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "No, but you can make reservations."
~*~
"Ah, this is the life," sighed Draco. He was sprawled across the massive bed in their hotel suite, wearing nothing but a fluffy robe after he'd taken a refreshing shower. Draco had cranked up the air con as soon as they arrived, and it was almost chilly in the room.
Harry shivered, partly from the too-cool temperature and partly out of lust. Harry Jr had been revived and was stirring in Harry's pants in search of relief of a different sort.
"Must we have it so cool in here?" Harry asked. It was a set-up, and he hoped Draco wouldn't cotton on.
"Yes, we must!" Draco snapped, sitting up on the bed. One side of his robe drooped, revealing the pale slope of his shoulder. "After sweltering in that hovel you call a home, this feels fantastic."
"Yeah? Well, I'm cold," said Harry. "I insist you warm me up."
One blond brow rose, and Draco's lips twitched as he caught on. "I suppose you deserve a reward for saving me from death by heat stroke."
Harry took his glasses off and set them aside. "I have strokes of a different sort in mind," he said, tugging his shirt off.
"That was awful, Harry."
"Put the lube to use," Harry instructed. He knelt to untie his trainers and remove them. As Harry stood up and unzipped his jeans, Draco was already busy preparing. Harry sighed in relief when he pushed his pants down and allowed Harry Jr to bob free. He prowled over to the bed and pressed Draco back upon it. Harry untied Draco's robe and pushed it open, revealing Draco's nude, aroused body.
"Be gentle," Draco quipped, eyes dancing with laughter and desire.
"Tosser," snorted Harry. "I should shag you to death, just to be certain your last thoughts were of me."