Title: Pretty Man (Walking down the Street)
Name: SMalfoy
Pairings: HP/DM
Spoilers: Pretty Woman
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, and never will be mine. I am only borrowing them from JK Rowlings. A lot of the plot is from Pretty Woman as well, with added scenes and dialogue from myself to fit a Harry Potter slash fic.
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Chapter 3
The Car Ride
The maroon bag Harry had slung into the car hurriedly thumped at his feet every time they took a fast curve, pinching the skin of his calf. Wincing slightly, he shifted the unwieldy bag briefly before giving it up as a lost cause.
"You know, you really should stop stripping the gears like that. It's awful for the car," Harry remarked as they sped down the street with an odd crunching sound every now and then.
"Well, seeing as how I've never even driven a stick shift, I'm surprised I got this far," Draco replied smoothly, a tinge of embarrassment in his tone.
"Ah." Harry remained silent for a moment, and then asked to fill the silence, "So what's your name?"
"Draco Malfoy," the blonde replied, his hard eyes peering straight ahead into the darkness.
"Can I call ya Drac-y?" Harry asked impishly.
"No."
"Can I call ya Drac?" He asked again, this time wheedling.
"No. Only Draco, or Mr. Malfoy."
"Ah, well, that's no fun," Harry pouted briefly, before saying, "Turn right here."
They were silent for a moment before Harry said, "Hey, that's Stallone's house over there."
Draco didn't even spare the house a glance, instead peeking at the boy beside him. He really was a pretty young thing, Draco decided. I can't even imagine how he's survived this long out on the street.
"What's your name?" he asked, instead of the questions of his profession roiling around inside of him.
"Harry Potter," he replied, holding out his hand to shake. Of course, with both of Dracos' hands on the wheel, he didn't bother extending the courtesy.
Harry let his hand drop back, slightly embarrassed and grumpy. So he's going to be one of those customers, he sighed. Why do I always get stuck with them? Seamus always has a good time with his.
Harry decided it was best just to let the silence extend, only breaking it when giving his driver directions.
"You know, you really should be more careful-" Harry began but was cut off as they swerved to the side.
"You want to drive?" Draco asked, slightly testy.
"Well, now that you mention it, I will if you want," Harry said, grinning cheekily.
Draco eyed the boy for a moment before getting out and causally holding open the door for the squealing boy.
"Oh man. I'm going to show you what this thing can do!" Harry cried. "Are you ready?" he asked, his fingers flexing on the wheel.
"I'm ready," Draco replied dryly.
"Hold on."
"Ok."
With a squeal of the tires, they roared off down the street.
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Finally, they arrived in front of a posh, extremely discomforting hotel. Harry winced when he stepped out of the car and the doorman looked his way briefly before centering his gaze on Mr. Malfoy. His hand was at the ready, a beck and call away from jumping to attention.
"Well, here you are Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, again holding his hand out to shake and Draco emerged from the car and they both moved around to stand in front of the entrance.
I wonder why I miss Draco instead, Draco wondered, before realizing the courtesy extended towards him.
He grasped it briefly and gave it a singe tug before letting go, but not before Harry had a chance to feel a smooth, cool palm glide against his own. It made him shiver deliciously, which surprised Harry in that he had not felt anything like this stimulation in a very long time. Not since I've started hooking, in fact.
"Well, here's the twenty I promised," Draco said, trying to ignore the leftover warmth in his palm, absently rubbing it down his shirt.
Harry took that as a sign of disgust, and huffed, turning away from Draco's slightly puzzled stance. He stuck the twenty dollar bill he had grabbed in his maroon bag that was strapped across his shoulder and planted firmly at his hip.
Harry sauntered away a few feet to sit on the bench locating a bus stop, and put his feet upon the seat to sit upon the back of the bench. He arranged the bag across his lap under the watchful eye of the handsome Mr. Malfoy, trying desperately to control his body's reaction of his gaze. Why do those gray eyes of his have to be so mesmerizing? Harry groaned inwardly.
It didn't help that his hard, strong body - clearly outlined in his expensive suit that would have cost more than two months of his rent – stood with an arrogance that Harry had never been able to resist in his partners.
Oh, please go somewhere else, Harry moaned silently.
Draco was surprised when the boy strolled away to sit on the bench, trying not to feel a tug of protection instincts that were getting harder to control by the second.
He walked closer to the young man, lowering his voice so that the watchful doorman couldn't hear the exchange.
"Don't you have any place to go?" Draco questioned quietly.
"I will after I get off the bus," Harry replied stiltedly. What, do I look like I need your pity? he asked silently, a flush present on his cheeks.
"I could call a cab for you," Draco offered, wondering as he did why he even bothered the poor git.
"Yea, and there would go my twenty bucks for the night. No thanks, I'll wait for the bus."
"The bus is no longer running tonight," the doorman called out, admitting to his eavesdropping. Draco turned, and looked coldly at the man.
"When I want your interference, I will ask for it," he said, his gaze boring into the man, making him shrink back and whimper. The man nodded, and lowered his eyes.
Harry watched the proceedings with a small smile. "You really have a way with the minions," he said softly, his green eyes connecting with the slightly warmer gray ones.
"It's what I do best," Draco replied quietly, absently lifting a hand to run it through the tousled dark tresses surrounding the boy's face. "Stay with me tonight," he said, commanding it with his voice and his stance.
"You couldn't afford me," Harry said with a slight laugh that had a breathless quality to it. Draco heard it, and it made him harder for the boy than he could remember being in a long time.
"Try me," he insisted.
"Three hundred for the night," Harry said, torn between just wanting to throw himself at Draco and run away at the same time.
"Fine. Come with me," Draco said, wrapping a strong hand around Harry's arm and handed him his coat to sling on, before guiding him inside.
Harry's jaw dropped once they entered past the silent doorman, and interior far more luxurious than Harry had ever imagined. Marble and cream carpet was everywhere, with furniture that looked uncomfortable to sit on, and gold plated tables and desks.
"Wow," he breathed, instinctively backing away from the decadence.
"It's ok, you're fine. Stop fidgeting," he said, his hand cupping Harry's elbow. Draco strode quickly to the front desk, asking, "Do I have any messages?"
While Harry tried to make himself invisible next to the marble column, Draco briefly looked through his messages before telling the desk operator to hold his calls and messages for the rest of the night.
Once again grasping his elbow, Draco led the way to the elevators, and Harry was still intensely aware of the stares he was receiving, even with Draco's elegant overcoat wrapped around him.
While they waited at the elevator doors, Harry could feel the discomfort radiating off in waves of the older couple next to him. He turned his head and smiled at the older man, and was surprised to see a smile back. The wife, aware of her husband's interest in the beautiful young man standing next to the millionaire, Mr. Malfoy, smacked his arm and whispered, "Don't pay attention to it!"
Looking down, Harry willed his eyes not to water, and obtrusively wiped his eyes before anyone could notice the brightness.
"So what level are you staying on Draco?" Harry asked quietly, anything to distract his attention from the older man next to him trying to squeeze his bum.
Ah, I love how he says my name, he thought briefly before answering. "The Penthouse," Draco replied shortly, barely restraining himself from decking the man next to Harry. As it was, he turned to bear his teeth in a smile to Harry, while letting his eyes slide over the man in warning. The older man hastily stepped away before he found himself in the serious pain he could see promised in those cold gray eyes.
Finally the door opened, and before anyone could react, Harry bounded inside. "Oh look!" he squealed, "There's seats! And room enough for two," he purred, waving his fingers at Draco.
Immediately stepping inside and motioning the elevator operator to close the doors, it blocked the entrance to the lavishly smiling companion of the older woman standing outside.
"Behave yourself," Draco said gently, rearranging the leg Harry had propped up invitingly. Harry pouted, biting his lip, and Draco could not restrain his index fingertip that he smoothed over the glossy lips.
Before either could react, Harry sucked the fingertip shallowly inside of his mouth, teeth nipping at the pad of the finger before swallowing the entire knuckle inside the warm cavern. Draco gasped quietly, letting the boy play with his finger, and was hard-pressed not to take the playful imp next to him right then and there.
The discreet cough uttered by the elevator operator brought Draco back to reality and he helped Harry to his feet and led him down the elaborate hallway to the double doors leading into the suite.
"Have a look around, I'll order some things to be sent up." With that said, Draco turned his back to Harry, speaking quietly into the phone.
Harry used the time to explore his surroundings – a huge television, a wonderful balcony with a view that cost more than the room, a separate bedroom, and a bath large enough to fit five people. He opened the balcony to step outside, looking over the town, turning when he heard Draco's voice.
"Be careful out there," he said softly.
"Don't you want to come and see?" Harry asked, spreading his arms to indicate the explosive vision of L.A nightlife.
"I don't care much for heights," he said, and left it at that. Turning he walked back into the room, away from the doors leading to the balcony, just as there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Harry said, and leaped across the room to let the trolley in. The man pushed it just inside the door, standing solemnly while gazing at Harry. Draco watched the emotions race across Harry's face, amusement perking his lips when he saw Harry's stance change into one of anger.
"What? What are you looking at?" he questioned the hotel worker who just coughed, and stood there staring at him. "Is it my skirt? Well, I suggest you take a picture, it'll sure as hell last you longer!" There was dead silence for a moment as both other occupants were stunned.
"Oh, right. Sorry about that," Draco murmured before sliding a couple of bills into the man's hand. The man bowed shallowly, and then left.
"Oh..." Harry stuttered, and then fell silent. Of course the man only wanted a tip. I'm such a prat.
Trying to hide his embarrassed flush, he stepped over to the trolley and lifted the silver plate covers, unmasking a mountain of strawberries and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.
"Oo, strawberries!" Harry squealed delightedly, plucking one from the pile. "Let's eat it them on the couch," Harry suggested, pushing it over near the couch.
He dimmed the lights dramatically, and lightly pushed a button on the remote to see what was on. Another squeal accompanied by a giggle escaped him as he cried, "I Love Lucy! I love this show!"
Draco watched in amused interest as Harry proceeded to become giggly over the show's antics, slightly woozy on the alcohol, and lips stained by strawberries. He flopped on his stomach in front of the TV, chin propped up on his palms, a strawberry poised upon the crest of his lips. Draco could feel his own mouth water at the succulence of those scarlet lips, and wanted to taste them desperately.
At that moment, Harry turned to laughingly offer a sip of his champagne to Draco, when he noticed the lust burning in those swirling gray eyes. Abruptly his laughter stopped, and he crawled towards the reclining figure of the man. He rested his head on Draco's knee, loving the feel of those slim fingers weave into his dark, unruly mane, while he ran his gaze over Draco's body.
His silver head was lightened by the shadows flickering across the TV, highlighting the strong features of the man. His eyes, outlined with short, spiky lashes, made the cool gray of his eyes clash well with his light blonde hair. It was short, slicked back away from his face, leaving his high cheekbones in stark contrast with his perfectly straight nose and thin upper lip. But his lower lip...Harry unconsciously licked his own, staring at the fullness of that lower lip. It delighted him, and he desperately wanted to run his tongue across the territory, memorizing the softness.
His chin was narrow and sharply angled, his neck similar to the delicate curving of a swan. But then, his shoulders jutted out with strength and muscles, exciting even under the pale white dress shirt, narrowing down to a lean waist and slim hips. His legs, long and muscled, contracted under the hand he placed upon the thigh, and were covered in soft black pants and his feet encased in gleaming black shoes.
Harry hated to break the mood, but he needed to clean himself up first before he could have wild, passionate sex. He grinned at the thought, and shivered in anticipation for a moment.
"I'll be right back, I just need to use..." Harry trailed off, gesturing towards the bathroom, his breathing irregular.
Draco inclined his head shortly, before answering, "I'll wait right here." Of course, he had no intention of doing that, but he didn't mention that to Harry.
Harry hurried off to the restroom, his maroon bag clutched in his hands. Quickly setting it on the counter, he searched for a little plastic, round holder in the bag, wanting to be quick in time to restart the sexual tension on the couch. He wanted to feel the tingle that had been missing in his recent sex life...
Draco waited a few moments, tearing off the gray tie around neck and unclasping the first two buttons in his shirt. Following the path Harry had taken, he paused for a moment, feeling like a pervert but wanting to sooth his fears. He knocked on the door, before letting himself in.
Harry, startled, turned around, instinctively hiding the plastic vile behind his back, forgetting briefly about the mirror behind him.
"Hey, what are you doing, just barging in here like that?" Harry cried, shrinking away from the imposing figure of Draco.
"If you're doing drugs, I want you to leave right now. I won't stand for it," Draco intoned quietly, reaching forward to grab Harry's arm.
Harry let himself be dragged forward and his hand unclenched, revealing the plastic vile of floss in his hand. "There were seeds in my teeth..." he trailed off.
Draco was silent for a moment, before nodding. Then, surprising both of them, he grabbed him around the waist and lifted him onto the cold marble counter. Stepping between the splayed legs in the skirt, Draco trailed his lips down the succulent neck Harry arched instinctively, the delicate nerve endings on fire. He could feel the skin shifting beneath his questing lips, the prickles of goosepimples in his flesh, and the breathy gasps Harry was emitting.
Draco lifted his head, staring into the hazy eyes of Harry and wrapped his arms around the boy. He could not stop his hands from roaming along the body before him, unable to stop touching this amazing young man as he was unable to stop breathing.
"May I?" he questioned, motioning to the shirt Harry worse.
"Of course, Draco..." Harry said, trembling in a mix of anticipation and fear.
Slowly he untied the knot at Harry's navel, trailing the shirt tails across the sensitive skin, chuckling at the renewal of tiny bumps that indicated his sensitivity to Draco's' play.
"So responsive...so wonderfully hot..." Draco murmured beneath his breath, but hearing the words, Harry went into orbit.
Harry, now fully involved in the play, shrugged coquettishly, letting the shirt slide from his shoulders before dropping fully onto the counter, half-naked except for the boots and skirt stretched tight across his thighs.
"Lovely skirt, Harry...it would look better off," Draco insinuated. Harry giggled, and hopped off the counter.
"Follow me then, if you dare," Harry purred, curling his finger invitingly as he strode quickly into the bedroom.
Draco followed more slowly, unbuttoning the rest of his white dress shirt, slipping it off his shoulders to fall unceremoniously to the floor in the hallway. When he walked into the bedroom, he caught his breath at the sight of Harry, totally nude except for those damn boots.
Seeing him walk into the room, he held up a hand to pause Draco's step, and sat on the bed, his legs propped up for him to see clearly all of his nude body. He ran his hand down his body, from his neck down his abdomen, playing gently with the tiny trail of hair, before running his hand down his thigh, completely missing his male member. Then he teasingly trailed the zipper down on his boot, exposing the shapely calf and ankle hid inside. He slowly slid the boot off, leaving only the black hose that contrasted so well to his smooth tan skin and midnight hair tinged by blonde. When Draco made the move to walk forward, Harry halted his progress again, and gave him the same torture with the other boot.
He made him wait till he had shed every last article of clothing, and only then did he beckon Draco forward. Walking towards the edge of the bed, Harry made slow work of shedding Draco's clothing, until finally they were both gloriously naked.
As Draco moved on top of his lover after several minutes of playing, and readying himself to enter, he leaned down to give those scarlet lips a taste. Instead found his mouth trailing across Harry's smooth, powdery cheek.
"No..." Harry whispered, and attacked Draco's shoulder, encouraging him to finally give them both what they wanted. When Draco thrust in and out of Harry, he moaned, and hearing Harry's answering whimper made him even crazier.
"Harry," he hissed, and they both came at the same moment, and Harry was sure he could feel the earth move with the power of their combined orgasms.
Harry fell asleep quickly, his muscles exquisitely relaxed, and didn't even notice Draco pull out the wand that cleaned them both up in a matter of seconds. All he noticed, even in sleep, was the heavy, warm weight of his lover against his back.
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A/N: I just wanted to say that there could have been much more smut, but knowing there is no NC-17, I tried to tone it down to the R rating. I wish I could be much more descriptive but you all understand what's happening.
More coming soon! Please R&R!
Name: SMalfoy
Pairings: HP/DM
Spoilers: Pretty Woman
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, and never will be mine. I am only borrowing them from JK Rowlings. A lot of the plot is from Pretty Woman as well, with added scenes and dialogue from myself to fit a Harry Potter slash fic.
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Chapter 3
The Car Ride
The maroon bag Harry had slung into the car hurriedly thumped at his feet every time they took a fast curve, pinching the skin of his calf. Wincing slightly, he shifted the unwieldy bag briefly before giving it up as a lost cause.
"You know, you really should stop stripping the gears like that. It's awful for the car," Harry remarked as they sped down the street with an odd crunching sound every now and then.
"Well, seeing as how I've never even driven a stick shift, I'm surprised I got this far," Draco replied smoothly, a tinge of embarrassment in his tone.
"Ah." Harry remained silent for a moment, and then asked to fill the silence, "So what's your name?"
"Draco Malfoy," the blonde replied, his hard eyes peering straight ahead into the darkness.
"Can I call ya Drac-y?" Harry asked impishly.
"No."
"Can I call ya Drac?" He asked again, this time wheedling.
"No. Only Draco, or Mr. Malfoy."
"Ah, well, that's no fun," Harry pouted briefly, before saying, "Turn right here."
They were silent for a moment before Harry said, "Hey, that's Stallone's house over there."
Draco didn't even spare the house a glance, instead peeking at the boy beside him. He really was a pretty young thing, Draco decided. I can't even imagine how he's survived this long out on the street.
"What's your name?" he asked, instead of the questions of his profession roiling around inside of him.
"Harry Potter," he replied, holding out his hand to shake. Of course, with both of Dracos' hands on the wheel, he didn't bother extending the courtesy.
Harry let his hand drop back, slightly embarrassed and grumpy. So he's going to be one of those customers, he sighed. Why do I always get stuck with them? Seamus always has a good time with his.
Harry decided it was best just to let the silence extend, only breaking it when giving his driver directions.
"You know, you really should be more careful-" Harry began but was cut off as they swerved to the side.
"You want to drive?" Draco asked, slightly testy.
"Well, now that you mention it, I will if you want," Harry said, grinning cheekily.
Draco eyed the boy for a moment before getting out and causally holding open the door for the squealing boy.
"Oh man. I'm going to show you what this thing can do!" Harry cried. "Are you ready?" he asked, his fingers flexing on the wheel.
"I'm ready," Draco replied dryly.
"Hold on."
"Ok."
With a squeal of the tires, they roared off down the street.
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Finally, they arrived in front of a posh, extremely discomforting hotel. Harry winced when he stepped out of the car and the doorman looked his way briefly before centering his gaze on Mr. Malfoy. His hand was at the ready, a beck and call away from jumping to attention.
"Well, here you are Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, again holding his hand out to shake and Draco emerged from the car and they both moved around to stand in front of the entrance.
I wonder why I miss Draco instead, Draco wondered, before realizing the courtesy extended towards him.
He grasped it briefly and gave it a singe tug before letting go, but not before Harry had a chance to feel a smooth, cool palm glide against his own. It made him shiver deliciously, which surprised Harry in that he had not felt anything like this stimulation in a very long time. Not since I've started hooking, in fact.
"Well, here's the twenty I promised," Draco said, trying to ignore the leftover warmth in his palm, absently rubbing it down his shirt.
Harry took that as a sign of disgust, and huffed, turning away from Draco's slightly puzzled stance. He stuck the twenty dollar bill he had grabbed in his maroon bag that was strapped across his shoulder and planted firmly at his hip.
Harry sauntered away a few feet to sit on the bench locating a bus stop, and put his feet upon the seat to sit upon the back of the bench. He arranged the bag across his lap under the watchful eye of the handsome Mr. Malfoy, trying desperately to control his body's reaction of his gaze. Why do those gray eyes of his have to be so mesmerizing? Harry groaned inwardly.
It didn't help that his hard, strong body - clearly outlined in his expensive suit that would have cost more than two months of his rent – stood with an arrogance that Harry had never been able to resist in his partners.
Oh, please go somewhere else, Harry moaned silently.
Draco was surprised when the boy strolled away to sit on the bench, trying not to feel a tug of protection instincts that were getting harder to control by the second.
He walked closer to the young man, lowering his voice so that the watchful doorman couldn't hear the exchange.
"Don't you have any place to go?" Draco questioned quietly.
"I will after I get off the bus," Harry replied stiltedly. What, do I look like I need your pity? he asked silently, a flush present on his cheeks.
"I could call a cab for you," Draco offered, wondering as he did why he even bothered the poor git.
"Yea, and there would go my twenty bucks for the night. No thanks, I'll wait for the bus."
"The bus is no longer running tonight," the doorman called out, admitting to his eavesdropping. Draco turned, and looked coldly at the man.
"When I want your interference, I will ask for it," he said, his gaze boring into the man, making him shrink back and whimper. The man nodded, and lowered his eyes.
Harry watched the proceedings with a small smile. "You really have a way with the minions," he said softly, his green eyes connecting with the slightly warmer gray ones.
"It's what I do best," Draco replied quietly, absently lifting a hand to run it through the tousled dark tresses surrounding the boy's face. "Stay with me tonight," he said, commanding it with his voice and his stance.
"You couldn't afford me," Harry said with a slight laugh that had a breathless quality to it. Draco heard it, and it made him harder for the boy than he could remember being in a long time.
"Try me," he insisted.
"Three hundred for the night," Harry said, torn between just wanting to throw himself at Draco and run away at the same time.
"Fine. Come with me," Draco said, wrapping a strong hand around Harry's arm and handed him his coat to sling on, before guiding him inside.
Harry's jaw dropped once they entered past the silent doorman, and interior far more luxurious than Harry had ever imagined. Marble and cream carpet was everywhere, with furniture that looked uncomfortable to sit on, and gold plated tables and desks.
"Wow," he breathed, instinctively backing away from the decadence.
"It's ok, you're fine. Stop fidgeting," he said, his hand cupping Harry's elbow. Draco strode quickly to the front desk, asking, "Do I have any messages?"
While Harry tried to make himself invisible next to the marble column, Draco briefly looked through his messages before telling the desk operator to hold his calls and messages for the rest of the night.
Once again grasping his elbow, Draco led the way to the elevators, and Harry was still intensely aware of the stares he was receiving, even with Draco's elegant overcoat wrapped around him.
While they waited at the elevator doors, Harry could feel the discomfort radiating off in waves of the older couple next to him. He turned his head and smiled at the older man, and was surprised to see a smile back. The wife, aware of her husband's interest in the beautiful young man standing next to the millionaire, Mr. Malfoy, smacked his arm and whispered, "Don't pay attention to it!"
Looking down, Harry willed his eyes not to water, and obtrusively wiped his eyes before anyone could notice the brightness.
"So what level are you staying on Draco?" Harry asked quietly, anything to distract his attention from the older man next to him trying to squeeze his bum.
Ah, I love how he says my name, he thought briefly before answering. "The Penthouse," Draco replied shortly, barely restraining himself from decking the man next to Harry. As it was, he turned to bear his teeth in a smile to Harry, while letting his eyes slide over the man in warning. The older man hastily stepped away before he found himself in the serious pain he could see promised in those cold gray eyes.
Finally the door opened, and before anyone could react, Harry bounded inside. "Oh look!" he squealed, "There's seats! And room enough for two," he purred, waving his fingers at Draco.
Immediately stepping inside and motioning the elevator operator to close the doors, it blocked the entrance to the lavishly smiling companion of the older woman standing outside.
"Behave yourself," Draco said gently, rearranging the leg Harry had propped up invitingly. Harry pouted, biting his lip, and Draco could not restrain his index fingertip that he smoothed over the glossy lips.
Before either could react, Harry sucked the fingertip shallowly inside of his mouth, teeth nipping at the pad of the finger before swallowing the entire knuckle inside the warm cavern. Draco gasped quietly, letting the boy play with his finger, and was hard-pressed not to take the playful imp next to him right then and there.
The discreet cough uttered by the elevator operator brought Draco back to reality and he helped Harry to his feet and led him down the elaborate hallway to the double doors leading into the suite.
"Have a look around, I'll order some things to be sent up." With that said, Draco turned his back to Harry, speaking quietly into the phone.
Harry used the time to explore his surroundings – a huge television, a wonderful balcony with a view that cost more than the room, a separate bedroom, and a bath large enough to fit five people. He opened the balcony to step outside, looking over the town, turning when he heard Draco's voice.
"Be careful out there," he said softly.
"Don't you want to come and see?" Harry asked, spreading his arms to indicate the explosive vision of L.A nightlife.
"I don't care much for heights," he said, and left it at that. Turning he walked back into the room, away from the doors leading to the balcony, just as there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Harry said, and leaped across the room to let the trolley in. The man pushed it just inside the door, standing solemnly while gazing at Harry. Draco watched the emotions race across Harry's face, amusement perking his lips when he saw Harry's stance change into one of anger.
"What? What are you looking at?" he questioned the hotel worker who just coughed, and stood there staring at him. "Is it my skirt? Well, I suggest you take a picture, it'll sure as hell last you longer!" There was dead silence for a moment as both other occupants were stunned.
"Oh, right. Sorry about that," Draco murmured before sliding a couple of bills into the man's hand. The man bowed shallowly, and then left.
"Oh..." Harry stuttered, and then fell silent. Of course the man only wanted a tip. I'm such a prat.
Trying to hide his embarrassed flush, he stepped over to the trolley and lifted the silver plate covers, unmasking a mountain of strawberries and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.
"Oo, strawberries!" Harry squealed delightedly, plucking one from the pile. "Let's eat it them on the couch," Harry suggested, pushing it over near the couch.
He dimmed the lights dramatically, and lightly pushed a button on the remote to see what was on. Another squeal accompanied by a giggle escaped him as he cried, "I Love Lucy! I love this show!"
Draco watched in amused interest as Harry proceeded to become giggly over the show's antics, slightly woozy on the alcohol, and lips stained by strawberries. He flopped on his stomach in front of the TV, chin propped up on his palms, a strawberry poised upon the crest of his lips. Draco could feel his own mouth water at the succulence of those scarlet lips, and wanted to taste them desperately.
At that moment, Harry turned to laughingly offer a sip of his champagne to Draco, when he noticed the lust burning in those swirling gray eyes. Abruptly his laughter stopped, and he crawled towards the reclining figure of the man. He rested his head on Draco's knee, loving the feel of those slim fingers weave into his dark, unruly mane, while he ran his gaze over Draco's body.
His silver head was lightened by the shadows flickering across the TV, highlighting the strong features of the man. His eyes, outlined with short, spiky lashes, made the cool gray of his eyes clash well with his light blonde hair. It was short, slicked back away from his face, leaving his high cheekbones in stark contrast with his perfectly straight nose and thin upper lip. But his lower lip...Harry unconsciously licked his own, staring at the fullness of that lower lip. It delighted him, and he desperately wanted to run his tongue across the territory, memorizing the softness.
His chin was narrow and sharply angled, his neck similar to the delicate curving of a swan. But then, his shoulders jutted out with strength and muscles, exciting even under the pale white dress shirt, narrowing down to a lean waist and slim hips. His legs, long and muscled, contracted under the hand he placed upon the thigh, and were covered in soft black pants and his feet encased in gleaming black shoes.
Harry hated to break the mood, but he needed to clean himself up first before he could have wild, passionate sex. He grinned at the thought, and shivered in anticipation for a moment.
"I'll be right back, I just need to use..." Harry trailed off, gesturing towards the bathroom, his breathing irregular.
Draco inclined his head shortly, before answering, "I'll wait right here." Of course, he had no intention of doing that, but he didn't mention that to Harry.
Harry hurried off to the restroom, his maroon bag clutched in his hands. Quickly setting it on the counter, he searched for a little plastic, round holder in the bag, wanting to be quick in time to restart the sexual tension on the couch. He wanted to feel the tingle that had been missing in his recent sex life...
Draco waited a few moments, tearing off the gray tie around neck and unclasping the first two buttons in his shirt. Following the path Harry had taken, he paused for a moment, feeling like a pervert but wanting to sooth his fears. He knocked on the door, before letting himself in.
Harry, startled, turned around, instinctively hiding the plastic vile behind his back, forgetting briefly about the mirror behind him.
"Hey, what are you doing, just barging in here like that?" Harry cried, shrinking away from the imposing figure of Draco.
"If you're doing drugs, I want you to leave right now. I won't stand for it," Draco intoned quietly, reaching forward to grab Harry's arm.
Harry let himself be dragged forward and his hand unclenched, revealing the plastic vile of floss in his hand. "There were seeds in my teeth..." he trailed off.
Draco was silent for a moment, before nodding. Then, surprising both of them, he grabbed him around the waist and lifted him onto the cold marble counter. Stepping between the splayed legs in the skirt, Draco trailed his lips down the succulent neck Harry arched instinctively, the delicate nerve endings on fire. He could feel the skin shifting beneath his questing lips, the prickles of goosepimples in his flesh, and the breathy gasps Harry was emitting.
Draco lifted his head, staring into the hazy eyes of Harry and wrapped his arms around the boy. He could not stop his hands from roaming along the body before him, unable to stop touching this amazing young man as he was unable to stop breathing.
"May I?" he questioned, motioning to the shirt Harry worse.
"Of course, Draco..." Harry said, trembling in a mix of anticipation and fear.
Slowly he untied the knot at Harry's navel, trailing the shirt tails across the sensitive skin, chuckling at the renewal of tiny bumps that indicated his sensitivity to Draco's' play.
"So responsive...so wonderfully hot..." Draco murmured beneath his breath, but hearing the words, Harry went into orbit.
Harry, now fully involved in the play, shrugged coquettishly, letting the shirt slide from his shoulders before dropping fully onto the counter, half-naked except for the boots and skirt stretched tight across his thighs.
"Lovely skirt, Harry...it would look better off," Draco insinuated. Harry giggled, and hopped off the counter.
"Follow me then, if you dare," Harry purred, curling his finger invitingly as he strode quickly into the bedroom.
Draco followed more slowly, unbuttoning the rest of his white dress shirt, slipping it off his shoulders to fall unceremoniously to the floor in the hallway. When he walked into the bedroom, he caught his breath at the sight of Harry, totally nude except for those damn boots.
Seeing him walk into the room, he held up a hand to pause Draco's step, and sat on the bed, his legs propped up for him to see clearly all of his nude body. He ran his hand down his body, from his neck down his abdomen, playing gently with the tiny trail of hair, before running his hand down his thigh, completely missing his male member. Then he teasingly trailed the zipper down on his boot, exposing the shapely calf and ankle hid inside. He slowly slid the boot off, leaving only the black hose that contrasted so well to his smooth tan skin and midnight hair tinged by blonde. When Draco made the move to walk forward, Harry halted his progress again, and gave him the same torture with the other boot.
He made him wait till he had shed every last article of clothing, and only then did he beckon Draco forward. Walking towards the edge of the bed, Harry made slow work of shedding Draco's clothing, until finally they were both gloriously naked.
As Draco moved on top of his lover after several minutes of playing, and readying himself to enter, he leaned down to give those scarlet lips a taste. Instead found his mouth trailing across Harry's smooth, powdery cheek.
"No..." Harry whispered, and attacked Draco's shoulder, encouraging him to finally give them both what they wanted. When Draco thrust in and out of Harry, he moaned, and hearing Harry's answering whimper made him even crazier.
"Harry," he hissed, and they both came at the same moment, and Harry was sure he could feel the earth move with the power of their combined orgasms.
Harry fell asleep quickly, his muscles exquisitely relaxed, and didn't even notice Draco pull out the wand that cleaned them both up in a matter of seconds. All he noticed, even in sleep, was the heavy, warm weight of his lover against his back.
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A/N: I just wanted to say that there could have been much more smut, but knowing there is no NC-17, I tried to tone it down to the R rating. I wish I could be much more descriptive but you all understand what's happening.
More coming soon! Please R&R!