~ Title borrowed from IAMX, for a change. Chris Corner is awwwwwesome. ;) ~
Folks, this chapter is as sappy as always, but at least it's got some hot stuff in it as well. We're getting there... slowly but steadily, we do! ;)
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“Will you stay the night?”
They had been sitting on the couch for quite a while, chatting and enjoying pizza from the delivery service (carefully avoiding the topic of their mutual erections, of course; they were both more than a bit embarrassed about that, and not quite ready to talk about it), when Harry finally asked him.
Draco, who’d been dreading and hoping for this question at the same time, was momentarily overtaxed. He wanted to stay the night, but he didn’t want to stay the night. It was… difficult. Harry, however, read the signs right.
“I won’t hold you to anything,” he said with a smile. “I’m not even expecting you to sleep in the same bed with me; look, I’ll take the couch. I’m just asking because it’s already late, and you‘ll have trouble getting home.”
Draco checked his watch. Indeed, it was way past two in the morning. He yawned, only then realizing how tired he already was. Falling asleep here on the couch seemed like a very good option – and far lovelier than the alternative, which, since he didn't want to resort to magic (he didn't even have a wand with him these days!), would be to walk down to the subway, wait for at least half an hour, and then ride to almost the other end of the city.
“I’ll take the couch,” he said, stifling another yawn. “If it’s really okay with you that I stay?”
Harry’s smile broadened. “More than okay,” he said, beaming. “And I really don’t mind sleeping on the couch, Draco. I figure you’re used to a bit more of luxury.”
Draco wrinkled his nose at the not very welcome reminder of his family. “It’s not like I’m a spoiled brat who won’t live through a night spent on a couch,” he said, feeling a bit miffed by Harry’s implications.
Harry cocked his head. “Do you want to bet on it? This couch is horrible! I should have given it away ages ago; the springs are total crap. Even if you were used to living low-class this would still give you trouble.”
Draco stared at him. “Okay. Now I’m never letting you sleep on this thing because of me! I can sleep on the floor.”
Harry shook his head. “That’s not an option. No guest of mine will sleep on the floor!”
Draco shrugged. “Then what do you suggest? And don’t start with that crap about you taking the couch again; I’m not even listening to another word about that.”
Harry blushed ever so slightly, avoiding Draco’s eyes. “Well… you could always… sleep in my bed. While I’m in there too, I mean. I wouldn’t do anything, I promise!”
Well… so much for Harry’s noble plans, eh? Draco didn’t even have to think about it. “Okay.”
Harry’s gaze snapped back to him. “Okay?” he asked unbelievingly, but with a tint of hopefulness colouring his voice. “Just like that? Really?”
Draco shrugged again. “Of course. I trust you, Harry. Why else would I be here?”
It turned out that Harry possessed – fortunately – a rather broad and spacious bed, so there would be no trouble getting them both in there. Draco tried to brutally squash the awkward thought of how many other men must have shared this bed with Harry – he really didn’t want to think about that. Suddenly, it dawned on him that they hadn’t actually talked this through, and he had no idea whether Harry meant to be faithful and monogamous if Draco became his boyfriend – but that was another thread of thought he was not particularly keen on following through right now.
Harry dug out a spare blanket from somewhere in the depths of his cupboard, and when they had both been to the bathroom (of course, Harry let Draco go first. He was a gentleman, after all. He also lent him a t-shirt to wear to bed over Draco’s own boxers. The shirt was a bit big on him, but it did the trick), they crawled on the mattress, each getting comfortable under their own blanket, and Harry switched on the TV.
Draco loved television. More than anything else he’d ever known. It gave him a chance to participate in the world around him, to look at other people’s lives, to learn to see things their way. As a Malfoy, Draco was not very used to empathy. Not when it didn’t serve to manipulate or torment people, that is, because knowing what people think could come in quite handy to this avail. But try and figure out what went on in other people’s heads, not in order to use it against them, but to get to know them instead, had been quite the novelty for Draco, one he found strangely pleasing.
“What’s that one for?” Draco asked, already grabbing another piece of plastic that looked pretty much like the controller Harry had in hands. He pressed a soft key – and was rewarded with another picture popping up on the screen. He’d switched on the DVD player.
“Oh no, Draco, don’t…” Harry tried to intervene, but it was too late. Two male bodies were filling out the enormous flat screen on the wall, the sound of their moaning and the juicy slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh accompanying their frantic movements.
Draco’s eyes became as big as saucers.
“Oh fuck,” Harry cursed, cheeks slowly reddening with an embarrassed rush of blood to his face. “Let’s just switch that off and pretend it never happened?”
Draco reluctantly tore his eyes away from the two muscular bodies on screen to stare at Harry, a look of complete incomprehension on his face and his hands still clamped around the controller, not willing to let go. “Why would we do that?”
“Because I don’t want you to think I’m a… Hang on, you don’t mind?”
Draco shrugged. “Of course not! I think it’s hot.”
Harry looked at him, pensive. “Do you… uhm… want to watch it?”
Now it was Draco’s turn to blush. “Sure… if you don’t mind…” His gaze was already fixed back on the screen, where a third man joined the two horny guys.
“Why would I? I own this DVD, in case you forgot.” Harry also took to watching the three men having it off, grunting, sweating and moving rapidly. Who’d have thought Draco was so open-minded? Harry smiled at the notion that Draco must be in that certain state of mind, when on the one hand your curiosity is nearly killing you, while on the other hand you’re still too afraid to do anything about it. Harry could count himself lucky that, at his first gay encounter, he’d been so drunk it only really hit him afterwards. He had no idea how long he would have been stuck in said state otherwise. As a matter of fact, it had taken him long enough to gather up the courage to willingly go and try it again, so that was that.
“Fuck,” Draco suddenly gasped when one of the guys got on his hands and knees, getting fucked by the two other men on each end, one having his dick almost all the way down his throat while the other was buried balls deep in his arse. Draco shifted a little on the bed, face still burning up, and Harry could easily figure out which problem had emerged for Draco.
And with watching one of the hottest DVDs of Harry’s impressive collection – who could blame him?
After some minutes, it became pretty obvious that Draco had to deal with said problem. He was sitting there, hunched back in the pillows, eyes half-closed and mouth slightly open, breath coming in shallow waves and one hand creeping under the duvet. Never mind the porn – the sight of Draco so badly affected alone did Harry in.
He got up, a little regretfully, meaning to give Draco some privacy and get a grip on himself again before he jumped the poor boy – when a small and slightly sweaty hand grabbed him by the sleeve.
“Where are you going?” Draco asked, eyes glassy and lips so moist and swollen that Harry had to look away if he didn’t want his situation to seriously aggravate him.
“I’m… to the loo,” he said truthfully. “I figured we could both… well… use some time on our own.”
“Oh,” Draco said, eyes dropping down on the bulge in Harry’s pajamas, which he tried to hide rather unsuccessfully. Then he looked back up. “You don’t have to go.” His voice was constricted with nervousness and excitement, but still he managed to keep it steady, to some extent.
Harry frowned. “What do you…? Oh. OH!” Hs eyes became almost as wide as Draco’s had been before, and he had to clear his throat several times before being able to continue. What was with him? He was not some bloody first-timer (not that there was anything wrong with that!), he was The Experienced One, and he was supposed to keep his fucking cool! He was supposed to calm and reassure (and perhaps persuade…) Draco, not the other way ‘round, damn it!
He dropped back down on the bed, feeling oddly shy and edgy. “What…what do you want to do?”
Draco lay back in the cushions, face flushed. “I don’t know… Perhaps we could…” There was a particular loud groan coming from the screen, and both Harry and Draco could practically feel it thrum through their bodies. Draco sighed and his hand retook to lightly massaging his groin. Harry was absolutely vexed, his world shrunk to the small motion of Draco’s hand on his crotch.
He cleared his throat, and then lay on his back next to Draco, wanting to be closer to him and dreading it at the same time. It was… unsettling, to say the very least. He wanted to touch Draco so badly it hurt, but he was also terribly afraid of scaring him off with a wrong, rushed move, and that completely set him on edge. He’d never felt like this before.
“Do you like to watch?” he asked carefully as he positioned himself next to Draco’s lean body. Close, but not too close. “Does that… turn you on?”
“’f course it does. Who wouldn’t be turned on?” Draco breathed, his eyes never leaving the screen, the heel of his hand pressing into what Harry guessed must be a straining erection. He scooted a bit closer and started fumbling with the fly of his pajamas. He wasn’t at all sure whether this was a good idea, but he needed a wank, and he needed it now, dammit! And by hindering him from going to the loo, Draco had as good as admitted some interest in doing this together…or Harry had gotten it all wrong, and that would be pretty bad. But, he figured, it was worth taking the risk.
“You can watch me, if you want,” Harry finally mumbled as he took his dick out, palming it, feeling very embarrassed and uncertain about the whole matter. Not embarrassed and uncertain enough to make his dick go soft, though. If anything, the awkwardness of the moment made him harder. Strange but true. Harry mused that this must be the same as with going to the doctor. He’d always grown a boner when it was most inappropriate to do so… he just couldn’t help it. He squeezed gently around the head of his prick and sighed in response.
That finally got Draco’s attention.
His head whirled around and his eyes fixated on Harry’s bare cock. He stared at it, unmoving, for a long moment, not saying a word, the only proof he was actually present being the steadily increasing size of his eyes. Harry was about to grab his dick and flee the room, for he was absolutely certain he’d just made a big mistake – but then Draco exhaled a low, shaky, breathy, “Oh my GOD.”
And suddenly Harry knew it hadn’t been a mistake at all. It had been a fucking wonderful idea.
Draco squirmed and hesitantly pushed the blankets off him, revealing a cotton clad erection and a soft spot in his underwear where the precome had seeped through the fabric. Harry hardly dared to breathe. This had to be one of the most erotic moments of his life – despite the loud sound of porn in the background. Truthfully, he didn’t even register it anymore. He was too absorbed with the way Draco’s pale fingers kneaded his own erection through the fabric of his boxers, never taking his eyes off Harry’s penis as he did so. It was…formidable.
“Can I… see you too?” Harry finally asked, voice strained and hoarse with need and want. Draco seemed reluctant for a moment, but then he nodded and pushed his underwear down, nervously freeing his prick. It wasn’t as big or wide as Harry’s was, but it was perfection in its very own way. Light, with a slight bow towards his stomach, the head perfectly shaped and the tip glistening with a drop of precome that had emerged at the tiny slit. Harry gulped, feeling his pulse thunder through his body, further engorging his member with each forceful swat of blood into the spongy body. The vein on the underside seemed to grow thicker, and his penis gave a few excited jerks.
“What do you think?” Draco asked, shyly averting Harry’s gaze. “Say something.”
“It’s perfect,” Harry said, gripping his own cock tighter as he watched Draco’s fingers play with his member. “It’s the most enticing exemplar of male anatomy I’ve ever seen.”
“Flatterer,” Draco said, fondling himself with a bit more self-confidence. “You’re having me on.“
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Harry pressed, now masturbating at a leisurely pace. “It’s the truth.”
They lay next to each other on their backs, barely touching at the thighs and knees, stroking themselves while on the screen in front of them load after load was being shot – but Harry and Draco didn’t care anymore. They looked at each other’s pricks, rapt by the rapid moving of their arms and the wet smacking noises that came with wanking; revelling in the intimacy the moment bore.
Harry had seen quite a number of blokes jerking off in front of him, touching their cocks for him to see – but still, nothing had ever even come close to this. It was fascinating, watching Draco fall apart under his continuous ministrations, to see how the tension was building in his lithe body, how he furrowed his brows in intense concentration – and Harry knew his eyes wanted to be closed, but Draco didn’t allow for it, because he wanted to keep looking at Harry, and this certainly added a major thrill for Harry too.
Then Draco moaned, a soft noise, hardly more than a gasp in the back of his throat, but it exploded in Harry’s head, echoing from the inside of his skull. His level of arousal was pushed to unknown heights, and he was left wondering how on earth he hadn‘t already come – but there he was, still fisting his shaft in an almost vicious manner, waiting for Draco to shoot first.
Which he did, eventually.
His torso came off the bed as thick spurts of semen sprayed over his stilling hand, and all Harry could think was look at me, look at me, oh dear GOD make him look at me NOW, and then Draco’s eyes opened a silvery slit, searching for Harry’s, perhaps apoplectic, perhaps looking for apprehension (which was definitely what he got) – and Harry held his gaze intently, still pumping himself, desperate for release.
And then, oh holy fuck, Draco – never taking his eyes off Harry’s face, which made it oh so much better – slowly raised his right hand to his mouth and inertly made to lick his spunk off his fingers.
The sound Harry let loose at that was nothing short of a raspy bellow, followed by a flood of sperm shooting out of his swollen glans.
He dropped back into the mattress afterwards, gasping for breath, willing his heartbeat to slow down – and then he saw the broad grin Draco was sporting. Harry smiled up at him, resisting the urge to wipe his sweaty hair off his forehead, because his hand was still covered with sticky come and he didn’t want to smear it all over his face in the process.
“Where did you learn that?” Harry finally asked, still smiling at his bedfellow in quite a smitten manner.
“What do you mean?” came the lazy reply. Draco had already worked up the willpower to grab the box of tissues on Harry’s nightstand and was now leisurely cleaning himself up. “How to clean myself? Honestly, every boy figures that out by himself when he’s about twelve years old.”
Harry shook his head, willing the goofy grin off his features, but it just wouldn’t go away. The corners of his mouth felt like someone had put a hook in each one, pulled up and then tied it to his ears. If he were still practicing magic, Harry mused, he’d have to work on making this a hex. Having this forced upon you would be quite unpleasant. “No, silly. I meant, where did you learn to be so damnably sexy?”
Draco didn’t look up, but Harry could see the spark of amusement in his grey eyes. “Oh. That.” He had finished cleaning and tossed the tissue into the bin next to the bed, then shrugged. “I’m a natural, I guess.” He made it sound perfectly convincing, and Harry couldn’t help snickering.
“Well, that figures.” He rolled his head to the side to relieve the tension that was building in his neck. “Hand me the tissues, please?”
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TBC
A.N.: Hi everybody! Thank you so much for reading my little story; I’m so glad you seem to like it! :D Unfortunately, I have to inform you that it might take me even longer than usual to post the next chapter since my preliminary medical examination is coming up and I won’t have time to think of much besides biochemistry and anatomy and histology and all that for the next… uh, three months. Of course it might also be that I will get totally overproductive in the attempt to distract me from my studies (no, seriously, it has happened before ;)), but I wouldn’t count on it. Love you all! ~Res
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Ich tanze sehr gern und gerade die Walzerproben haben viel Spaß gemacht, aber interessanterweise wollte Mike gar nicht, dass wir die Tänze perfekt beherrschen. Er wollte vielmehr unsere Unsicherheit bei den Tanzschritten ins Bild bringen.
