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hi, my friend wrote a fanfiction of a dream of mine, she changed some of the things that happened, but i would like to say that it is her property and if you steal it i shall kill you. M/M slashThe Ride on the Bus

So, there I was with my hands down his pants and still no reation from him. There was definetly something naughty about the way he 'pretended' not to care where my hand was. I decided to explore. My hand moved up and down and his breath hitched just enough for me to see. It was all the incentive I needed...so, I grinned nwider when I noticed that his eyelids were half closed. I worried he'd hit the bus, but finally he slowed down a bit. Ah, success, now what to do for him to stop completely. My hand was still pumping his cock when I had an epiphany! I got on my knees and unzipped his pants...As soon as the zipper was down, his cock jumped up, still throbbing in my hand. Nothing could have prepared me for that moment, it was beautiful. So hard on my hand and yet the skin felt like soft velvet. I licked my lips unconciously, and looked up at his face. He still looked clueless, or pretended to, yet the bus was going slower and I could see his adam pome bobbing each time he swallowed the hot air around us. His cock was wet and hard in my hand and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to taste it. I couldnt care less abotu the bus anymore.

I looked back and there suddenly were people on the seats. They hadn't been ther ebefore had they? Oh, what do I care? It's only a dream. Yet the thrill it was to suck the drivers cock while trying to go unnoticed by the other passangers was nothing Id ever allowed myself to feel before.

I ran my hands down his panted tighs and hesitantly lowered my head. It was all new to me, and i felt the right to take my time. For all that Ive been through, I had never in my life even dreamed about giving the driver head while the fucking bus was still moving! Well, not until then. The smell coming from his crotch was strong, but not unpleasent, I could see the muscles of his fit stomach rippling under the thin t-shirt he wore and suddenly had the desire to touch it. I was most delited when I realized I could. So, I moved my hand under his t-shirt and he felt so warm. I couldnt help but run his cock down my cheek, leaving a wet trail, and i longed to taste it. I could see he did too, biting his lip like that, making me wanna pull it in my mouth and suck like theres no tomorrow. 'The bastard.' I didn't have much of a choice anyway, when he pulled his hand away from the wheel and entangled his finger on my spiky hair. Oh, damn the spikes, Ill just buy more gel later (lmao, sry couldnt help it) I never thoguht it would feel so good to have my head pushed onto someones dick. I licked his shaft first, taking in the taste, his fingers kneading my head, soothing somehow my fast heartbeat. He tasted bitter, no, salty. Or both at the same time, I can't tell. What I do remember is the feel of his soft skin under my tongue. I licked his head, tasting the pre cum there. Same taste as the shaft, stronger perhaps. He gave a lil moan as a sucked in only his head into my mouth and his hand gripped my hair, making me wince, and pushing my head lower. I took the rest of him, or at least whatever I could take in my mouth and sucked, careful not to let my teeth touch him. His hips bucked as I matched the pace of my mouth with strokes at the base of his shaft. I used my other hand to keep him still, my fingers making small bruises on his hips. He didnt seem to care. Actually, he didnt seem to care about anything anymore. I looked at his blue eyes and moaned at the way he gazed back at me. Adoration and lust, and oh, his lips red from all the biting he'd been doing. 'I wish I had done it, maybe I will' The vibrations unrolling off my tongue and resulting in his own moan and buckling of hips, again. I ran my tongue on the vein on the underside of his cock and suckled on the head again, giving firm strokes with my free hand, my other one, somehow without me noticing had moved to his stomach and was caressing the firm skin there. He was gorgeous, even from this angle. When his hips buckled again I simply tilted my head back and let him fuck my mouth.

It is true that my knees hurt from the hard floor of the bus, but nothing could have stopped me from the bliss of getting my mouth fucked by that hot wet hard and a million adjectives more I couldn't stop to think at the moment. I could hardly feel the taste anymore, all I felt was his cock filling my mouth, gagging me, evoking moans and shivers from me. I realized my pants had become way too tight and reached down to touch myself. I wanted to come with him. So I ran my hand over my own cock, as his piercing blue eyes stared right into my soul, his dick becoming even larger if that was possible in my mouth. Still I took it all in, and moaned as my hands stroked up and down. His hand gripped my hair, angling my head and favoring his access to my mouth. His other hand wandered down to pinch my nipples and I moaned, and he moaned. My strokes became faster as I could feel his thrusts in my mouth become more demanding. He was biting his lip again, damn him. when I couldnt take it anymore, my hand tired and my cock begging for release I stopped his hips and gave him one last powerful suck and it was all it took for him to come into my mouth. I was certainly not an expert i nthe art of swallowing but nothing could have stopped me from taking all he could give me and as soon as the taste hit my tongue I found my own release, moaning onto his now sensitive cock. I lapped it up and licked it clean. His hands loosened on my hair and I rested my head on his tigh. I took this time to realize the bus had stopped.

I grinned lazily. So the plan had worked, and damn, it had been a good plan. I had this silly grin on my face I coulndt seem to get out and sleep was suddenly the first thing on my mind. It was the rattling of the drivers belt that brought me back from my post coital bliss. I cleaned my throat and gave the driver a shy smile. Taking my time in getting up and buttoning my own pants back up (a wet spot visible on them, eew), I got up on shaky legs. Steading myself on the bus panel I loooked at the back of the bus. everyone had left already.. or were they there to begin with? I suddenly felt it was time to leave as the driver looked at me and pulled the door open. i got off the bus when a soft, yet powerful voice stopped me. 'Lawrence" he called. I turned and found a cute grin planted on his face. "See you at school" I smiled at the blonde and blushing slightly replied "See you, David." And the bus drove off and I was left with a dark night surrounding me and city lights in the distance. What a great dream!

Blood, Lust, and Bubbles by Elf Princess Bloom reviews
When Draco becomes severely depressed, he discovers that the one he thought he hated most might be the only one who can save him. WARNING rated R for HD slash and cutting.
Harry Potter - Rated: M - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 17,679 - Reviews: 108 - Favs: 40 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 7/27/2005 - Published: 12/6/2002 - Draco M., Harry P.