Top Harry Drabbles: Harry/Dominic Toretto(Fast and Furious)
Chapter Summary: In which Harry gets a little reckless and shows off for a non-magical race car driver.
Harry sighed and hovered in the air on his broom, fidgeting a little under the night sky. Los Angeles was a busy city, mirroring New York for the city that never slept. The Hollywood sign lay a couple of miles away but he was in a less populated area, lower profile area. One that happened to be right next to the small wizarding neighborhood.
The broom he was on was one he was trying out for a broom maker, a racing broom that he really… Speed wasn't particularly his thing but being in the air...was. In the air, above it all and free. The roar of an engine drew half of his attention and he peered down at the street beneath him, eying the lone car on the road. It idled there for several minutes but the driver never turned off the engine, just sat there. The car was small and compact, with only one person in it, but it was flashy. Clearly a racing car, if he went by the paint job. Bright red paint stood out like the stunning spell stood out, like how the color of the killing curse stood out.
The cool night breeze wove and danced around him, making him smile a little bit. His quidditch goggles were strapped to the handle of the broomstick and the absolute quiet of the street beneath him made him more than a little reckless. Or playful. Or maybe it was competitive. Harry wasn't entirely certain. They were on a deserted street, not a residential one, all the businesses were closed and shut for the night and they were alone.
The shimmery quality of the large ward that hid the wizarding square behind them shined in his magical vision. Harry took a breath and reached out with his magic, looking for any bystanders that might see him and finding no one. A warding charm whispered through his mind and he pulled on his power, sending it across the road for a mile in front of them, keeping people from seeing the street or walking right onto the road. His heart skipped several beats as he descended, uncloaking himself, and hovering right by the driver's window. The window was rolled down, letting in cool air.
The man in the driver's seat continued to stare ahead, as if lost in thought, and Harry took a breath before clearing his throat.
Dominic's eyes widened, his heart skipped several beats, as he took in the sight of the man on the… broomstick next to his car. Wild black hair and bright green eyes that the moonlight glinted off of. A scar lay on the guy's forehead but Dom couldn't quite make out the shape of it. The guy looked to be maybe one or two years younger than him but there was a glint to the guy's eyes, a hard glint that reminded him of the occasional soldier that he had seen.
The broom though… "You a witch? Someone drug my drink?"
The guy's lips twitched up. "Wizard, thank you, and no, you're not drugged. At least as far as I know. I could check though. You wanna race?"
Dom blinked as he looked both man and broom over, seeing the way the broom had footrests on it, metal bars worked into the wood. Goggles lay over the handle of it and the guy looked utterly comfortable on it, like he had been born right on it.
He smirked at the guy. "That's a broom. This one here is a car."
"Yeah. It's a racing broom. I'm trying it out for a friend."
"For a friend."
"Yeah. You trying out that car for a friend?"
"Nah. I just thought I'd try it out for shits and giggles," Dom replied, staring out at the man. Wondering if the man was as confident on a broom as he looked or perhaps if he was as confident in bed.
The guy snorted, his lips twitching up into an amused grin. There was heat in those green eyes now as he looked Dom over, or at least what he could see. Heat followed that look and slithered into Dom's body, making goosebumps ride up his bare arms. It looked like the guy was not unaffected either, his breathing picking up. Dom grinned at him, meeting those green eyes easily. "You look like a racer. Built like one too. Or at least like a mechanic who knows his way around a car."
"I'm taking that as a compliment."
"You do that. So… race?"
"Sure. You got money or a pink slip to cash in?"
The man twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. "I presume a pink slip would be ownership of a car? Then no. I don't. You got one for that car?"
"I'll let that pass for now. Just friendly then."
"I'm honored. Name's Harry."
"Dominic."
Harry dipped his head in a nod and looked out at the road in front of them. "How about to the farthest street light, in a mile? I've cleared the street for us already."
"Magic?"
Harry nodded, hesitating for a moment before whispering something under his breath. "It's a long ass story that I do not want to get into right now so…"
A circular red light appeared in between them, hovering in mid air.
"No funny business," Dom suggested, gesturing to the broomstick.
"Aside from the funny business that's already happening?" Harry teased.
Dom raised a pointed eyebrow. Harry snorted and reached for the goggles on the broom, fitting them onto his head and over his eyes. He turned his attention to his car, fiddled with the gear and made sure everything was working the way it was supposed to. He watched the guy out of the corner of his eyes, making sure he was still there.
The red light turned orange and Dom laid his hand over the gear shift, lightly hovered his foot over the gas pedal.
And with a loud clap the light turned green and Dom was already gunning the engine for him to notice the light vanishing in smoke. Harry was speeding right next to him, his broom not making a speck of noise as it flew beside him. Harry's body was hugging the broom, as he leaned down over the handle of it.
And true to Harry's word, there was nothing in the way as Dom's car sped over concrete, picking up speed and going from 0 to 60 and above in seconds. He took a peek at the wizard next to him, seeing a wide smile on Harry's face, his body curled inward, an intent look in those green eyes as he flew. Like he was hunting for something that he couldn't see. Like he was as free as Dom felt when he raced, maybe more, as Harry flew or danced over the street.
Dom grinned and put on more speed in his car, matching Harry inch by inch. It was quiet other than the growl of the engine and the whistle of the wind as they blew their way over the impromptu race course. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, galloping like the horsepower of the engine beneath him.
It was a straight shot under the moonlight, the light from nearby businesses that were still open interrupting the darkness occasionally. It was almost eerie and Dom shook his head in amusement, glancing at Harry, the man who was flying on a broomstick next to him.
The race was over in minutes and they both slid over the finish line at the same exact time, the silhouette of fireworks lighting up the invisible line. He sat in the driver's seat and breathed, watching as Harry hovered in the air, his breath hitching, drops of sweat falling down his forehead. Dom could see that Harry's shirt was sticking to his back, the humidity of the night affecting the man.
"I'm not dreaming this."
"Nope. And I'm going to get yelled at about this but…" Harry trailed off, breathing heavily as he slowly came down to land.
Dom slipped out of the car, shutting the door behind him. "But what?"
"So worth it," Harry muttered, reaching out to yank him into a kiss.
Dom groaned and wrapped his own arms around Harry in turn, digging his fingers into Harry's back. He could feel the sweat sticking to the guy's shirt, the warmth coming off the man in waves like an engine overheating. It was wet and hot and Harry let out a noise, swiping his tongue against Dom's mouth, nipping here and there.
The noise that left his own throat was something akin to a growl and Harry's pupils blew, lust and heat hitting him like a freight train. Their tongues brushed and Dom pulled Harry closer, feeling the guy's hard cock graze his own. He sucked in a sharp breath as heat rippled through him, sparks of electric pressure and pleasure drifted through him.
Harry's hands curled up and around his shoulders, smoothing over warm skin, and pushed. Dom rocked backward with the motion, ending up on the hood of his car, smirking up at Harry. The guy met his smirk with a heated smile as he lightly jumped up onto his lap, reaching down to get his hand over Dom's cock through his pants, making his heart stutter like thousands of electric shocks had run through him.
He rocked up against Harry, thrusting against those fingers and wrapping his own around both of them. A low noise left Harry's throat at the movement and Harry hissed out words in a language that was wholly unfamiliar to him. Not Spanish. Not French. Not anything he had ever heard before. It sounded like a snake, sounded almost, almost like the thrum of an engine but Dom was pretty sure Harry was swearing.
His cock ached and hardened as they moved, as Harry rucked down his shirt and sucked bruises into his skin, licking up the sweat. Dom groaned and swiped his hand down against their skin, pulling at both of their cocks and looked right into Harry's eyes as he came, as Harry came, hot and fast.
They both breathed against each other, their foreheads touching.
"So… anything I need to know?" Dom finally questioned as soon as he caught his breath, as Harry pulled back a little bit.
"Hmm? Oh, about the whole magic thing…" Harry paused and winked at him. "It's real?"
Dom groaned and he hit his head against Harry's shoulder. Harry's arms were still curled around him, smoothing teasing circles against his back.
"I won't tell if you don't," Harry muttered, his eyes narrowing before he grinned. "Strictly speaking, what I just did was illegal."
"Fine," Dom remarked, moving his hands to splay over Harry's thighs. Both of their pants were wet and quickly trying with their release. "For something illegal, it sure felt good."
Harry snorted. "Magical and non magical aren't supposed to mix. Though I did save the world. I think that gets me brownie points."
Dom twitched and Harry's lips twitched up into a small grin.
"Am I supposed to believe you?"
Harry tilted his head, his eyes sparking with amusement. "Possibly. I do need to get going anyway."
"Hey, you gonna leave me here like this?"
"Like what?" Harry questioned, trying to stand up only for Dom's fingers to flex and grip his thighs. "Dominic?"
"Dom to my friends."
"We friends now?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced down to their sticky pants. He waved a hand over the material and Dom blinked as the evidence of their fun vanished, leaving perfectly dry and clean pants. The oil stains and grease were gone as well.
"Now we are."
Harry smiled faintly and reached out to cup his chin. Dom shivered a little bit at the touch, gentle and intimate, feeling his heart skip a beat.
"I do need to go, Dom. I'm only here in LA until Friday," Harry whispered, sighing and running a hand through his sweaty hair.
"You got a number?"
"Like a cell phone number?"
"Obviously. Do wizards not carry cell phones?"
"No. But I do," Harry offered, reaching into a pocket and coming out with a torn piece of paper. As Dom watched, numbers appeared on the paper and Harry handed it over. "Here."
"Come to a barbeque tomorrow," Dom remarked, finally, hesitantly, releasing Harry and watching as the man swung off his legs and off his car. Harry eyed him wearily now, his shoulders curling. "Meet the gang."
"You calling me a stray?"
Dom's eyes widened and he smiled. "Who? Me?"
"Yes, you. Fine. I'll come."
"Fine. Good."
Harry snorted. "You're not going to give me directions?"
"Nope."
"Alright. I accept your challenge," Harry said, smiling widely and taking a step back. "You just want to see more magic."
Dom smirked and Harry grinned, poked him in the shoulder, and vanished.
AN: Okay, so I just watched The Fast and the Furious last night... I'll probably do a chapter with Harry/Brian too and possibly, probably, one with Harry/Brian/Dom because ugh... there was just so much to work with with Brian/Dom.