Chapter 1

Nearly taking the front door off its hinges, the two boys tripped through the entrance of Harry's flat, completely engulfed in a desperate kiss, bodies and lips pressed together forcefully. They collided with everything, it seemed; Draco tripped over the edge of the rug, hitting his head on the mounted key holder as the shorter boy roughly pinned him against the wall. The brunet hungrily devoured his lips, raking his fingernails beneath Draco's now seriously creased shirt, leaving bright red marks in the blond's smooth, pale skin.

Draco was on fire, groping the other boy's lithe, muscular body with more intense hunger and need then he'd ever felt. He dropped his head down to Harry's neck, kissing and biting the boy's deliciously tanned skin. He'd had this boy once tonight, but already he wanted more. Lots more. He felt as though this Potter boy was a drug, and Draco was a man who had had a taste of something incredible, and now he would do anything for another fix.

Refusing to remove himself from the blond's clutches, Harry backed them up straight down the hall and to the door of his bedroom. With a frantic twist of the doorknob, the lovers nearly fell into the room. Then dropped onto the bed with a feathery thump, entangled in each other's limbs. Harry, who had landed on top, finally ended the kiss, straddling Draco and grinding his hips into the blond's.

Draco let out an electrified gasp as the erotic roll of Harry's pelvis created an agonizing friction. He moaned and reached to rip off the brunet's shirt but was stopped, when strong hands grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed above him. Draco was surprised at the strength of the smaller boy, who was turning out to be a sexual fireball, assertive and demanding.

With a wicked grin, Harry leaned in and dropped teasing hot kisses on Draco's lips, using his free hand to unbutton the blond's shirt. When he was finished, he licked his way down Draco's defined chest, stopping to bite one of the his hard nipples and earning a pleasured cry for his efforts.

Suddenly, to Draco's utmost dismay, the brunet was off the bed and across the room, his lust filled emerald eyes staring into Draco's silver ones as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his toned, tight body.

Unimpressed by the other boy's sudden distance, Draco propped himself up on his elbows. "What are you doing, Potter?" he asked, trying to smother the sound of his nerves, in hopes that he would come across more non-chalant than he actually felt.

"Taking a shower," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "Care to join me?" he asked, disappearing into the en-suite bathroom.

Draco paused in a moment of shock, before his head managed to catch up with the request. Then, his legs couldn't carry him fast enough, as he threw himself off the bed and after Harry.

Stepping into the bathroom that was already filling with hot steam from the hot water, Draco's breath hitched as he watched Harry through the foggy glass of the shower stall, water running down his beautiful back and dripping off his incredibly tight, round ass, leaving red, scalded rivlets down his skin. His rather unruly hair was now wet and clinging to his face, and as the brunet threw his head back into the shower's heavy spray, Draco thought he could very well cream himself right then and there.

When Harry turned his face to look at Draco, his lips were parted slightly, panting and sighing under the hot water cascading over his body. "It's going to get rather lonely in here rather quickly, if you don't hurry up," he breathed, reaching a hand down to tug at his own throbbing erection.

That was enough to snap Draco out of his daze and he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. He snatched his wallet from his back pocket and rifled through it for a condom. Finding one, he tossed the wallet aside carelessly. He slid into the shower, shutting the door behind him.

Wet Potter was even more irresistible than regular Potter, and Draco latched onto the boy's lips, eagerly pressing his naked form flush against the other's. He was satisfied to hear the brunet moan into the kiss at their full wet-skin-to-skin contact.

Harry's hands ripped through fine, platinum locks, causing Draco to hiss in a slight pain that only fed his now violent arousal. Breaking the kiss, Harry reached for the shower rack, and pulled out a small blue bottle that was tucked in behind the shampoo. "Fuck me, Malfoy," he breathed, forcing the lube into the blond's palm.

"Gladly," was Draco's only fervent and only reply. Man-handling the smaller boy, he spun him around and forced him to lean over until his hands rested against the shower's opposite wall. Dipping his fingers into the bottle, Draco slipped first one, then two fingers inside the other boy's waiting entrance. The brunet moaned, clenching at the intrusion. When he relaxed, Draco scissored his fingers a few times, digging in deeper and curling them, hitting Potter's sweet spot.

Harry cried out in pleasure. "Ahh, Yesss..." He pushed his ass up against Draco's hand, begging for more. Draco slipped in a third finger. "Fuck, I want you inside me," the boy groaned.

Unable to take anymore waiting, and eager to grant his lover's wishes, Draco slipped the condom over his aching cock, slathering it with lube before readying it at Harry's tight hole. He slowly pushed in, biting his tongue at the outstanding pleasure of being engulfed by this boy's hot, tight muscles. Once fully sheathed, Draco pulled back until just the tip remained inside, paused, then slammed back in rather forcefully. Harry let out a wail, and a very small part of Draco's conscious brain hoped that he hadn't hurt the smaller boy. The rest of his brain, however, was focused on one thing, and one thing only, and that was fucking this beautiful brunet into next Wednesday. It took him no time to pick up speed, and soon he was thrusting hard and fast, reveling in the cries of pleasure that were spilling from other boy's lips.

Throwing his head back, the hot water caressed Draco's face and forehead, adding to his pleasure. He opened his eyes to see Harry grasping his own cock, stroking it in time with Draco's thrusts. The brunet was whimpering by now, and Draco tightened his grip around the smaller boy's hips, surely leaving bruises, as he felt his climax rushing towards him powerfully. Then, Harry arched his back, taking in the blond's cock even deeper. With a final jab at his prostate, Harry was cumming fast and hard, shaking with pleasure. The feeling of that compact little body tightening around his cock was more than enough to send Draco over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him violently.

Feeling too unstable to relinquish his grasp on Harry's hips, Draco collapsed onto the other boy's back. Still panting heavily, Harry threw his hand out and turned off the water. He slowly stood up, forcing the blond to straighten as well and let his exhausted cock slip from Potter's body.

Draco found himself mesmerized, as the sexy brunet turned around, a hand absentmindedly drifting down his own chest. He was fairly certain he'd never seen anything so perfect before. This boy in front of him was - flawless. Not to mention mysterious, rambunctious and enticing. And yet, he didn't know if he found the boy's apparent carelessness frustrating or even more exciting. Even after having had his way with the boy twice, he still couldn't shake the feeling that he'd been manipulated or used - not that he was really complaining about the methods.

Seeing Draco watching him, Harry quirked an eyebrow with a smirk and sidled past him, pushing open the door. "Well, Malfoy, I guess you can be proud of yourself - you've officially tired me out," he said as he grabbed a towel and tousled his hair dry. He moved to step out of the room, not bothering to cover up, but tossed Draco the towel as he left. Draco caught it, and after a moment's hesitation, wrapped it around his waist and followed Potter.

He stepped out to see Harry sprawled on his back on the ruffled bed sheets, exposed and calm. As he watched the boy drift into unconsciousness, he shifted uncomfortably and wondered if he should leave. He didn't exactly expect the boy to play host, but he was feeling oddly self-conscious standing half-naked in the boy's apartment. Which was strange because Draco rarely felt anything but confident and cocky- no pun intended-when naked or just after sex. But this boy wasn't like the others. He didn't grovel at Malfoy's worthy feet or praise his uncanny sexual brilliance. It threw him for a loop.

He made the decision and started to pull on his trousers.

There was a small moan from the bed. Draco looked up to Potter speaking, although the brunet never actually opened his eyes. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

Draco tried not to pause at the words, attempting to appear unfazed. "Going home," he snorted. "What? You want me to make you breakfast too? Come on, most guys would kill for the night you just had with me," he said, allowing his usual ego to resurface. So what if this boy was oddly perfect and amazing in bed? He'd had him hadn't he? Twice, for that matter! He should be happy-and relieved to be getting off easy.

"No. You're not going anywhere," Harry said, managing to sound commanding, even from his less-than-threatening position on the bed. "I expect you to finish what you started. Morning sex is half the fun."

Draco smirked, dropping the shirt he'd been about to put on and walking over to the side of the bed. "Is that so?"

Without warning, Harry sat up on his knees, and tugged Draco into him by the belt loops. "Yes, that's so." Draco shivered as the brunet's lips brushed at his earlobe, breath hot on his neck. "Are you disagreeing with me?"

Draco chuckled, slipping a hand around Harry's hips to rest on his ass. He firmly gripped a cheek and pressed himself into the other boy's groin. "No, I'm not disagreeing," he said, bringing a knee up onto the bed and laying the raven-haired boy onto his back. He briefly lingered above him, resting on his hands and knees, before flipping over to the other side of the bed, pulling off his trousers and slipping under the covers.

"See you in the morning, Potter," he said, turning his back to the boy with a self-satisfied smirk.

~.~.~

The next morning, was to say the least, fan-fucking-tastic. It was almost peculiar; each time they had sex somehow felt just as exciting, just as fervent, as the first time - not that Draco was complaining.

When they woke up, Harry had gotten up to get dressed, but was instead accosted by a hormone-fueled Draco, who was fairly certain the raven-haired boy had had no intention of actually putting clothes on in the first place. They fucked on the dresser of the bedroom, then against the wall in the hallway, then again on the kitchen table.

At this point Draco was fairly sure there was more than just metaphorical drugs involved, because he'd never came that many time within a forty five minute period. By the time he collapsed in a chair in the kitchen, he was completely fried, his flaccid dick aching with exhaustion.

He wiped perspiration from his forehead, watching as the young band junkie threw on his jeans and proceeded to heat up a pan.

"You like eggs and toast?" he asked.

Draco was nearly too delirious with fatigue to process the question. "What? Oh yeah, that'd be great. Thanks." With great effort he got up to re-dress.

Harry cracked four eggs into the pan, and dropped some bread into the toaster. He then served up some coffee and handed it to Draco, who had just slipped on his shirt. Leaving it unbuttoned, he took the cup.

"This should help," Harry said. "It's from yesterday, but it'll still serve its purpose."

Draco was grateful for the hot cup, despite its age, which was saying something, because Draco had a thing about fresh coffee - fresh anything really. He realized that was a clear sign of just how desperate he was for any extra form of energy.

He sat back down, and after a few sips, Draco felt his brain starting to regain functionality. He took the time to look around the flat and observed the wall to wall windows and sliding glass patio doors, the new floors and modern furnishings. To be honest, it wasn't quite what he was expecting of Potter. The kid was pure grunge, and Draco was surprised his flat wasn't.

"So, Potter," Draco started. "These are pretty nice digs you've got here. You afford all this with your band money?"

Harry glanced over his shoulder from the stove with a scoff. "Are you kidding? This is an understatement of what I can afford. I'm saving."

The blond looked skeptical. "How is that possible? The Room of Requirement isn't even..." Draco was momentarily distracted, when Harry started absentmindedly rubbing his own collar bone, while tending to the sizzling pan. His muscles flexed, and his tanned skin grew taught over his slender stomach... There was a twitch in Draco's jeans. He shook his head, forcing himself out of his daze. He would not succumb to this boy. He had to remain on top - more than just literally. There was no way he was going to let Potter see the effect he actually had on him. He was a Malfoy. He was the one to be wanted. He ignored the voice in his head that told him Potter probably already knew the effect he had on people, guys and girls alike. Draco cleared his throat. "Isn't even, um, that big of a place."

Harry snorted. "It's big enough. Gets super packed." He glanced over at Draco briefly as he grabbed a spatula to serve up the eggs. "Clearly you were too busy drooling last night to notice."

Irritation shot through Draco's veins. He wasn't used to someone else being the cocky one. He wasn't quite sure how to take it. "Drooling, Potter?"

Harry gave him a look that told Draco that he didn't buy his act, but he continued before Draco could try to redeem himself. "We play there every weekend and we get paid really well. Besides, it's not like it's our only gig."

The toast popped up, and Harry tossed them onto a plate, grabbing the butter and jam from the fridge. "Not to mention the gifts," he added.

Draco watched as Harry put a plate down in front of him, and went back to grab cutlery. The blond was mildly aware that he should probably be helping, but the conversation was concerning him enough that he was losing focus on most other things.

"Gifts?"

The brunet leaned against the kitchen counter, and with his plate in one hand, and a fork in the other, started in on his food. "Well, yeah. Let's just say I have... Generous fans. People throw money at me all the time. Gifts, cash, drinks, you name it. They seem to think it will give them a shot with me, and I just let them keep thinking that."

"Well, doesn't it?"

"What? Give them a shot with me?" At the nod of Draco's head, Harry shrugged. "Sometimes. But like I told you last night. It's not like attractive guys are hard to come by for me, so I chose wisely. It takes more than just a little bit of bling to get into my pants."

Draco fought against staring frozen at the egotistical son-of-a-bitch. He had to keep from looking too interested. That might translate to awe, and there was no way a Malfoy was going to be impressed by anyone more than he was impressed by himself. "Well isn't that honorable of you," Draco commented dryly, starting in on his eggs.

Harry shrugged. "Whatever. If people want to throw themselves at me, be my guest. They're making fools of themselves, not me."

Draco didn't know what to say. He didn't like that this boy was so confident. He took another bite of his breakfast instead.

Harry seemed to read his mind. "What, you think after all this time, I'd have no clue how many people want me? It's the musician thing, I can't help that. I could be hideous and I'd still have an onslaught of admirers. Look at me like that all you want, Malfoy; I didn't make the rules."

Draco couldn't really argue with that, so he changed the subject. "So you said you're saving for something? What exactly?"

Harry put his plate down, having scarfed his food down unceremoniously fast. "Travel, school... Don't really know yet to be honest." He wiped his hands off on his jeans, chugged back the last of his coffee, and moved to look under the kitchen table. He glanced around the room. "Where's my shirt?"

Draco gestured towards the other side of the apartment. "Hallway."

Harry smirked. "Oh, that's right. Didn't get too far with that one this morning."

He left to grab it, and when he came back, he was pulling the shirt over his head. Draco couldn't stop himself from staring at the pelvic bones protruding up from his low slung jeans, just before his shirt covered the sight, much to Draco's disappointment.

"Listen, I hate to fuck you and truck you, but I gotta run."

Still chewing, Draco glanced down at his half-finished plate of food.

"Please, take your time," the brunet insisted. "I have keypad entry, so just hit the lock button behind you when you leave."

"Alright," Draco stammered, slightly bewildered at how casually Harry was leaving the scene. Usually Draco's fucks begged him not to go in the morning. Usually they fawned over him and asked when they could see him again. That is, if he was still there by the time he woke up.

"Where are you going?"

"The studio. We're recording today."

Draco mustered up some of his usual charm—the Malfoy poise that Potter had a tendency to rip out from under him from time to time. "So, did this morning earn me your number?" he asked with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows and seductive smirk.

Potter returned the smirk. "No."

Draco was dumbstruck. "What? How were you not impressed?"

Harry laughed. "Oh trust me, I was. My sore ass is proof of that." He zipped up his grey hoodie, and started to slip into this leather jacket.

"So then..."

Harry grinned up at him as he adjusted his jacket. "You know where to find me."

Without another word, he turned and slipped out the door, leaving Draco feeling confused as to what had just happened.