Kylia: THANK YOU to all the people who reviewed!! 47 (or so) in counting!! We're so happy that you enjoy our story and have taken the time to read it.... Raunchiness begins soon.
It had been a week since Harry and Draco had their fight. Draco had elected to stay that week over at Cole and Luke's apartment, considering he was still to scared to face Harry. He popped over to Harry's house the day after he arrived at Cole and Luke's to pick up changes of clothes and other personal effects.
That evening, Draco stood at the counter at work, ringing in a large order of coffee's as he noticed a man standing at the back of the dining room with dark hair and features, Draco thought him to be very handsome in the classical sense. After the woman whom he was helping had left with her two trays of coffees, the dark Italian man came forward. He grinned as Draco greeted him.
"Hello, I'm Draco. How can I help you?"
"Draco...? That's Italian isn't it? You don't look Italian." The man purred at him as he lent over the counter slightly.
"Yes... I believe that it is Italian. Is there anything I can get you?"
The man smiled and stood back. "My name is Enrico."
"...Uh huh..." Draco paused and looked down raising his eyebrows. Looking back up again, he repeated himself. "Is there anything I can get you?"
"Why yes..." He smiled. "I would like a Ice veta decafe latte with extra whip cream and chocolate sprinkles."
Draco raised his eyebrows once more as he looked down at the till, wondering how to ring that through. Laughing nervously as Enrico grinned at him, Draco shifted before turning, "Patrick?!" he called into the back room where his friend was emptying the garbage.
It only took a few moments for the other boy to appear, and Draco could have sworn he saw Enrico's face fall when Patrick came up beside Draco and put his hand on his shoulder, "Yeah babe?"
"Umm..." Draco laughed at Patrick's nickname for him, "I don't know how to put this through the till. This customer wanted..." he paused frowning, then looked up at the man, at a loss for words.
"An Ice veta decafe latte with extra whip cream and chocolate sprinkles." Enrico supplied as he leaned forwards once more on the counter, causing Patrick to lean backwards slightly.
Helping Draco through ringing the complex order, Patrick gave Enrico a forced smile as he turned to leave.
"Sorry about that, I'm new." Draco smiled as he nearly turned.
"That's alright." He smiled in return.
Once Draco had turned, he looked towards Skye, who was grinning furiously at him. Infront of his body, so that no one else could see – he flipped her the bird only causing her to laugh harder, and kiss her hand blowing him a kiss. Draco laughed and began to make the drink. He had become an excellent drink maker in the week that he was there, now being able to make every drink they had to offer considering he had worked full 8 hour shifts everyday for the last week.
"So... Draco, where are you from?"
Turning, Draco raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Where are you from? You don't look like you're from around here – far to pale to be Italian."
"I'm... from England." He turned around, pouring the ice into the mixer.
"Ahhh... sounds lovely."
"More or less..." he spoke without turning around. Draco deliberately turned on the ice chipper to make the man stop talking. It didn't work.
"You have a very interesting accent."
Draco paused and looked up at the ceiling. "Uh –huh..." He looked down shaking his head. "It's English."
Off to the side, Draco heard Skye burst out into very loud laughter. Both Enrico and Draco turned to her, Enrico looking insulted, and Draco trying to hold in his own laughter while glaring.
"Why are you laughing Miss?" Enrico asked narrowing his eyes.
"Oh!! Haa... A customer left a funny article here. I was just reading it and- " Both Draco and Enrico had lent back looking towards where she had pointed. There was no newspaper; there was nothing around her infact that looked like paper. "And I have to go now." She said quickly, nearly running to the back.
"Very strange girl that one," Enrico stated as he turned back to Draco, a disturbing smile on his lips, "not like you..."
Clearing his throat, Draco turned his back on the man, hurriedly making the rest of his coffee. Quickly putting the drink in front of his suddenly creepy customer, Draco said, "Here you are. That'll be five dollars please."
Enrico smiled once again, sending chills up Draco's spine, and not in the good way. "Here you are Draco..." he said after reached into his wallet, pulling out a ten, "keep the change." He winked.
Draco felt his jaw drop slightly, his hand still extended with the note of money. "Erm..." He went to the till and rang the money through, afterwards trying to hand the change to the man, "here..."
Enrico laughed lowly, closing both his hands over Draco's, "No, no! I insist that you keep it."
Draco had never jerked his hand back so fast in his entire life. "NO! I- I mean... I'm not allowed to take tips..."
Enrico narrowed his black eyes, and Draco had this sudden image of the strange man jumping over the counter and forcing him to the ground. Crossing his arms when Enrico tried to push the money back at him, Draco gave him his best cold stare, not caring if he got in trouble from Celia. "I. Don't. Want. It."
Enrico slipped his sunglasses on and smiled yet again, "Very well. Have a nice day, Draco."
Draco let out a huge breath of relief as the man turned the corner, out of Draco's view. He nearly ran to the back of the small Coffee shop. He immediately found Patrick and grabbed on to his shirt.
"You are going to walk me home." He half begged, half ordered.
Patrick pat the top of his head and smiled. "Okay babe." Patrick looked down at his shirt and frowned. "You're wrinkling my shirt."
"Ah... Oh... Sorry." Draco smiled as he let go.
"It's okay babe."
"Why do you call me that?"
Patrick shrugged. "Because you're so much younger than the rest of us, and you're as cute as a small, white, button. It doesn't bother you does it?"
"Er... no. I've never had a nickname before."
"A small, white, button with little silver sparkles; stitched on to a green silk shirt..."
"Either those wooden knobs around your neck are cutting the circulation to your brain, or you smoke too much hash."
"Hmm... both actually." Patrick grinned.
"... How the hell did you ever get a job?"
"Ahhh... that would have to be because of my charming personality," He paused, thinking. "Or a temporary bought of insanity on Celia's part."
"I'd be putting my money on the latter of the two." Draco grinned slightly. "Help me close."
It didn't take them long to close considering Skye had left early for a 'hot' date. Once the metal door was pulled down over the windows and door, Draco swung his messenger bag over his shoulder and across his chest as Patrick pocketed the keys. Even for a September night, it was warm as they walked slowly out of the marketplace, and Draco was glad that for once it wasn't raining.
Suddenly, he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye, a figure that looked an awful lot like Enrico...
Jumping slightly, Draco took a step closer to Patrick, grasping his hand in his. "I think that weird guy from earlier is following me. Pretend that you're my boyfriend."
"Will do mini man." Patrick grinned as he let go of Draco's hand and wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulders pulling him close. "How's that for couple status?"
"Excellent..." Draco glanced back in the direction of the figure, and found that the person was no longer there.
The pair ended up taking the long way back to Cole and Luke's house, and on the way walking by a club with the song 'Staying Alive' blaring. Draco was suddenly reminded of Harry, and the way he had danced and then strutted towards the toilet to the beat of the song. He sighed as the song began to fade in the distance.
Draco turned to face Patrick as they finally reached the apartment building.
"Thank-you for walking me home Pat," Draco smiled warmly. "I really appreciate it."
"Think nothing of it babe." He grinned taking Draco in his arms for a quick hug. "See you at work tomorrow then little man."
Shaking his head and laughing, Draco stood on his tiptoes and ruffled Patrick's hair. "See you tomorrow."
Watching that Patrick was safely to the main street before heading inside, Draco made his way up the stairs, seeing how the elevator had been broken weeks ago. When he reached Cole and Luke's apartment, Draco was not at all prepared to see Harry standing at the window that looked down onto the street he had just been standing on. His boyfriend wore a muscle shirt and his favorite pair of faded jeans, holding a glass of wine in one hand as his arms were crossed over his chest. Draco realized at that moment he had missed Harry more than he had let on.
Draco made to say something, but thought against it, kicking off his shoes and heading for the bathroom. Harry's earnest voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Draco wait..." Harry paused, as if considering what to say next, "I don't want you to run away again. I want you to come home."
Draco crossed his arms and glanced at Luke and Cole, who were currently sitting on the couch pretending to be watching TV. "Why should I?"
Harry set down his wine glass and began to walk towards Draco. Cole immediately placed a hand to Luke's chest, forcing him down, as he was about to stand up and interfere. Draco backed up a few steps, only to be stopped by Harry's hands on his forearms.
"Because I love you, and it doesn't feel right without you there with me, Draco." Harry looked in to Draco's eyes and felt his own begin to tear. "I can't stand being alone anymore... I need you to come back to me."
Draco glanced down at the floor before raising his silver eyes, "Can you guarantee that you won't ignore me or put me last anymore? Or get angry if I stay out late with my friends?"
Harry ran his hands up and down Draco's arms, "I'd do anything for you to come back with me Draco. I never meant to hurt you." He pulled Draco into a hug, and Draco felt tears fall onto his shoulder.
That more than anything broke through the rest of the animosity Draco held against Harry. Bringing his arms up and putting them around Harry's back, Draco smiled and whispered so that only Harry could hear him, "I love you too, Harry. Probably more than you will ever know."
With those few words, Harry laughed slightly, tears still falling down his cheeks, he lent back and looked into Draco's eyes. He smiled and kissed him.
There was a whoop of joy from the couch as Cole and Luke both jumped up. Harry and Draco ended the kiss and looked over at the pair of very embarrassed boys. Cole shifted nervously taking Luke's hand and leading him towards the kitchen.
"Err... Dinner is done!"
Luke nodded. "Yeah... the fact that we jumped up and whooped right after you two kissed has nothing to do with it! We're just really hungry...!"
Harry and Draco smiled at them and turned back to eachother. Harry cupped Draco's cheek with his hand and spoke softly. "I missed you so much..."
Draco shook his head a little, grinning as he buried his face in Harry's neck, wrapping his arms around him tighter, "Me too. Living with these two is nice, but I can't make out with any of them."
"Ahh... so the truth comes out. You only missed me because of the serious lack of nookie?"
"Precisely." Draco said sarcastically, kissing Harry's neck. "I can't wait to get home."
"Mmmm... is that so?" Harry raised his eyebrow as he coped a feel of Draco's butt. "In that case, maybe we should just skip dinner – they don't actually have anything planned anyway."
"My bags are already packed and by the door." Draco said and added when Harry gave him a quizzical look, "I was planning to come home tonight anyway."
Harry didn't answer but took a hold of Draco's hand, grabbed his jacket and one of Draco's bags, pulling him out the door. Draco had only a spit second to grab his other bag before Harry was already in the hallway, dragging him towards the stairs.
Cole came out of the kitchen with oven mitts on his hands. "Where did they go?"
"Who cares...?" Luke smirked as he pushed Cole towards the bedroom. "Time to show me that enlargement spell you know..."
Harry had driven over to Cole's and Luke's apartment, so it took them all of ten minutes or so to get back home; all the while Draco was leaning over and trailing kisses down Harry's neck. They waited only as long as it took them to park the car in the garage and lock the door before they were all over eachother. Draco had wrapped his arms around Harry's neck as Harry lifted him up, walking with him to the front door their tongues were entwined. It took Harry five times at trying to get the door unlocked, as Draco hands were busy trying to get Harry's shirt up over his head. Harry was successful in getting the door unlocked, as was Draco in his self appointed task to rid Harry of the silly shirt.
Remembering that Draco had a secret fantasy of having sex in the kitchen, Harry guided them into the kitchen, all the while constantly loosing concentration as Draco's lips found many places that Harry didn't know responded that way. Groaning slightly, Harry lifted Draco up and sat him on the light pine table, which fortunately had sturdy metal legs and many layers of gloss on the top. Draco squeaked slightly as Harry placed him down on the table, working on getting Draco's shirt off. Draco ran his fingers over Harry's chest, slowly traveling towards his pants, pausing only long enough for Harry to finally heave the shirt over Draco's head.
Harry grinned as he pushed Draco back on the table, slowly trailing kisses from his collarbone down his chest, pausing slightly at Draco's nipples flicking his tongue over the raised flesh. Draco groaned slightly as Harry's tongue ran over his left nipple. Harry began to slowly make his way down Draco's heaving chest, running his hands over Draco's waist, he heard a gasp for air as the man under him giggled. Harry smiled as Draco ran his fingers through his thick hair; after kissing Draco's bellybutton, his hands found Draco's belt, and hastily worked to undo it.
Draco let out a sigh of exasperation and undid his belt for Harry, and as he thrust his hips up slightly, pulling his jeans down. "You're going to slow, Potter." He growled.
"What's wrong with going slow?" Harry questioned, pausing slightly, his face hovering slightly over Draco's semi-hard crotch.
"There's nothing wrong with it..." Draco groaned as he sat up slightly, "That's just not the way I want it right now."
"Mmm... is that so?"
"Shut-up and get back to work, Potter."
"Yes, Sir." Harry smirked as he tugged Draco's pants off, throwing them over his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of Draco's underwear, pausing only long enough to leer up at Draco, he then proceeded to reef the offending article of clothing off of his slender body. "Like I said before... whoa."
"Harryyy..." Draco panted as he thrust his hips towards Harry's lips.
Grinning, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco's penis. Draco moaned at the touch again thrusting his hips skyward. Harry bent over, delicately licking the pre-cum from the tip of Draco's erection. Letting his tongue glide over the length of Draco's penis, he began to rub his hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the loud moans coming from above him. Harry then licked from the base of Draco's penis to the head, making sure to wet all 7 ½ inches of it, circling the tip of it once he had gotten to the top. Harry then extended his tongue and began to stimulate the sensitive spot directly underneath the tip of Draco's penis.
"Oh GOD!" Draco moaned as his back lurched off the table. "God keep going!"
Harry smiled taking the head of Draco's penis in his mouth. He began to run his hands up Draco's thighs and towards his chest, gaining more loud moans as Harry skillfully sucked at the head of Draco's penis.
Draco arched off the table once more as his hands clenched the side of the table; his abdomen constricting and Harry's mouth worked him. He had never felt anything like what he was feeling right now; he felt a deep internal wave of warm throbbing pressure. Draco moaned louder now than he had before, clenching his eyes shut his mouth dropped open as he felt rhythmic orgasmic contractions. The sensation of ejaculation came only seconds later; Draco let out a noise that was in-between a scream and a moan of pleasure. Draco had thought that it was over and that nothing else was going to happen, but suddenly he felt the warm sensation building again – quickly followed by the rhythmic orgasmic contractions, though this time he did not ejaculate. Draco lay panting on the table as Harry pulled him up into his arms. Draco lazily wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, panting into the crook of his neck.
"Was that your first?" Harry inquired as he lightly stroked Draco's exposed and sweaty back.
Draco could only nod, as he took in deep breaths, speaking after a moment, "My first and second..."
Harry grinned, "What to do now..."
Draco smiled with what could only be described as glee, "Me..."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, his eyes betraying the slight hint of hopeful desire, "Are you ready for this?"
Draco leaned back slightly, running his tongue along Harry's jaw, "More than ready..." he answered in a husky voice that didn't even sound like his own.
Harry grinned picking Draco up off of the table. He carried the thoroughly exhausted man towards the bedroom, lying Draco carefully on the bed, then backing away. He walked towards the lamp in the corner and switched it on, motioning with his hand as the stereo turned itself on – allowing soft, sensual music to fill the room. Harry turned to Draco and smirked quite seductively at him as he closed the distance between them. Harry ran his hand down his chest and towards his pants. He quickly undid the button on his slacks as Draco got onto his knees and reached out, pulling Harry by his hips towards him. Draco began to kiss Harry's neck, sucking on one spot in particular – leaving a hickie. Running a finger over the now slightly tender flesh, Draco grinned to himself. Harry kissed Draco deeply, thrusting his tongue into Draco's mouth, where Draco met it with his own. The kiss left both men's lip feeling bruised and swollen.
"Mmm..." Draco purred as Harry knelt on the bed in front of him, "You taste good..."
Harry laughed deep in his throat as Draco pulled him forwards once more, both falling onto the mattress, their legs becoming entangled. Draco's thigh rested against Harry's as his other leg was between his lovers. Suddenly feeling the roughness of Harry's jeans against his skin, Draco growled.
"Take those off," As he tugged on the undone waistband of the jeans, "now."
Smirking, Harry leaned back watching as Draco propped himself up on his elbows, a look of eagerness on his flushed face. Harry melted with that look, and he got rid of both his pants and boxers in record time, not even caring where they had landed after he had thrown them.
"Come here..." Draco purred as he crooked a finger at Harry, a smile on his face.
Complying immediately, Harry stretched out along Draco's naked body, pressing hips against hips. This caused both men to let out a groan, though Draco was a few octaves higher, as their erections met. Draco spread his legs, allowing Harry to rest between his thighs, as he griped Harry's back with his hands. Kissing Draco fervently, Harry ran one hand down Draco's side and down his thigh, stopping just under Draco's knee; lifting his lover's leg up so that his knee was bent and resting near Harry's hip. Their tongues continued to spar with eachother as Draco bucked his hips, grinding them into Harry's pelvic bone.
Harry broke the kiss; trailing small feather light kisses down Draco's jaw and neck as he removed his hand from under Draco's knee. Stretching out the free hand, Harry simply thought of the condoms and the lubricant he kept in the medicine cabinet. Within moments they were in the palm of his hand.
Draco opened his eyes, which had been closed to look at Harry's hand, now up near Draco's chest, and laughed. "My... my Harry," he started as he looked down at the contents of Harry's hand, "Quite ready are we?"
Harry smiled faintly and placed the lubricant and condoms on Draco's chest. "What kind would you like, dearest?" Harry laughed slightly.
"Whatever you recommend is fine with me." Draco bravely reached down and grasped Harry's thick erection in his delicate hand. He smiled as Harry gasped slightly, and then watched as ripped open the condom package with his teeth. Draco then trailed his hand up Harry's side, and took the condom from his lips.
Sliding his hand back down Harry's taught torso, he deftly slipped the condom onto Harry's penis as quickly as he could manage. Draco watched as Harry opened the lube, then sticking two fingers into it and gathering up a fair amount of it, Draco spread it around the condom as he kissed Harry's neck. Harry tossed the left over condoms and small container of lubrication aside, moaning slightly as Draco lifted his hips again, readjusting his position under Harry. Draco spread his legs willingly and tried to position himself in a way so that Harry wouldn't have too much of a problem entering him.
Reaching down, Harry took a hold of his own penis, and as he carefully positioned himself, kissed Draco lightly on the lips he entered him tenderly. Gasping slightly at the movement, Draco encircled his arms around Harry's abdomen, holding him tightly. Wrapping his legs around Harry's thighs, he felt Harry begin to thrust into him slowly, and gently. The initial pain of feeling Harry inside of him had subsided, and a feeling of pleasure began to take over Draco's body.
Draco suddenly felt an explosion of complete ecstasy as he felt Harry's penis brush past his prostate, now repeatedly stroking it. Draco let out a loud moan as he raked his fingernails up Harry's back – leaving a trail of red irritated skin as his hands moved. Thrusting his hips to meet Harry, Draco bit his bottom lip and clenched his eyes shut as he felt Harry's penis stroke the now very tender spot.
Tightening the grip of his legs over Harry's thighs, he raised his hips and let out a rather loud cry of passion as he felt Harry's hand trailed down between them, slowly finding Draco's penis. Stroking in time with his thrusts, Harry brought his mouth down on Draco's kissing him feverishly as he felt his abdomen clench with his own intense orgasm rushing through his body. Draco wasn't far behind, and they both felt the sticky substance between their sweat-covered bodies a few moments later.
As Draco felt his third orgasm that night, he raked his nails up Harry's back once more, knowing vaguely that his lover would have a very tender back in the morning. They lay together panting deeply, still joined loosely as Harry leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on Draco's lips.
"I love you, Draco." He whispered kissing him once more.
Draco smiled and ran his hands through Harry's damp hair, "I love you too, Harry. Never forget that."
Harry gently withdrew from Draco's body and rolled over onto his back, bringing Draco with him to lie on his chest. Not wanting to speak for the time being, they simply enjoyed the contact, Harry running his fingers lazily up Draco's arm as the smaller man traced his finger around Harry's chest.
"We should probably shower huh?" Draco asked as he held his hand to his face examining his nails, just to make sure there was no skin beneath them.
Harry grunted in response, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress. Draco climbed off the bed after him, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist as he walked behind his lover.
They showered together quickly, both desperately wanting to return to the bed and sleep as it had been a long, tiresome day for both of them – not including those evening's excursions.
'Besides,' Draco thought to himself a he slipped under the covers, lying close to Harry, 'We can always enjoy showering together some other night...' Draco smiled sleepily as he felt Harry's lips press against his forehead.
"Turn off the light..." Draco yawned snuggling into Harry's warmth.
"Fneh..." Harry groaned as the light clicked off.
"Oh why are you protesting? How much effort did that take?" Draco scowled.
"Fneh... sleep... now... good..." Harry drawled as he pulled Draco closer to his chest, immediately falling asleep. Draco smiled slightly before shutting his own eyes joining Harry's slumber.
Raei: I am SO spent... as are they. AND! AND! I wrote most of the raunchy suck off, and some of the lovely sex. (grinning widely) Am very proud.
Kylia: (whoops) I am the Queen of foreplay!! (Bows to Raei) though you are still the MASTA'!! Good thing we had those drinks or we never would have stopped laughing long enough to write.
Raei: AYE! Thank the Irish God's for bad tasting whiskey that makes us gag! WOO! Thank-you Irish Whiskey God's for providing us with enough sanity to get through the damn sex scenes. Have you any idea how HARD (no pun intended) it is to write that kind of stuff with someone sitting next to you reading it?!
Kylia: YEAH!! So I hope ya'll enjoy it. Don't worry, there MAY be plenty more where that came from... when our minds are full of kinky thoughts once more. Oh yeah... REVIEW OR NO MORE SEX SCENES!!!
-FADES TO BLACK-
It had been a week since Harry and Draco had their fight. Draco had elected to stay that week over at Cole and Luke's apartment, considering he was still to scared to face Harry. He popped over to Harry's house the day after he arrived at Cole and Luke's to pick up changes of clothes and other personal effects.
That evening, Draco stood at the counter at work, ringing in a large order of coffee's as he noticed a man standing at the back of the dining room with dark hair and features, Draco thought him to be very handsome in the classical sense. After the woman whom he was helping had left with her two trays of coffees, the dark Italian man came forward. He grinned as Draco greeted him.
"Hello, I'm Draco. How can I help you?"
"Draco...? That's Italian isn't it? You don't look Italian." The man purred at him as he lent over the counter slightly.
"Yes... I believe that it is Italian. Is there anything I can get you?"
The man smiled and stood back. "My name is Enrico."
"...Uh huh..." Draco paused and looked down raising his eyebrows. Looking back up again, he repeated himself. "Is there anything I can get you?"
"Why yes..." He smiled. "I would like a Ice veta decafe latte with extra whip cream and chocolate sprinkles."
Draco raised his eyebrows once more as he looked down at the till, wondering how to ring that through. Laughing nervously as Enrico grinned at him, Draco shifted before turning, "Patrick?!" he called into the back room where his friend was emptying the garbage.
It only took a few moments for the other boy to appear, and Draco could have sworn he saw Enrico's face fall when Patrick came up beside Draco and put his hand on his shoulder, "Yeah babe?"
"Umm..." Draco laughed at Patrick's nickname for him, "I don't know how to put this through the till. This customer wanted..." he paused frowning, then looked up at the man, at a loss for words.
"An Ice veta decafe latte with extra whip cream and chocolate sprinkles." Enrico supplied as he leaned forwards once more on the counter, causing Patrick to lean backwards slightly.
Helping Draco through ringing the complex order, Patrick gave Enrico a forced smile as he turned to leave.
"Sorry about that, I'm new." Draco smiled as he nearly turned.
"That's alright." He smiled in return.
Once Draco had turned, he looked towards Skye, who was grinning furiously at him. Infront of his body, so that no one else could see – he flipped her the bird only causing her to laugh harder, and kiss her hand blowing him a kiss. Draco laughed and began to make the drink. He had become an excellent drink maker in the week that he was there, now being able to make every drink they had to offer considering he had worked full 8 hour shifts everyday for the last week.
"So... Draco, where are you from?"
Turning, Draco raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Where are you from? You don't look like you're from around here – far to pale to be Italian."
"I'm... from England." He turned around, pouring the ice into the mixer.
"Ahhh... sounds lovely."
"More or less..." he spoke without turning around. Draco deliberately turned on the ice chipper to make the man stop talking. It didn't work.
"You have a very interesting accent."
Draco paused and looked up at the ceiling. "Uh –huh..." He looked down shaking his head. "It's English."
Off to the side, Draco heard Skye burst out into very loud laughter. Both Enrico and Draco turned to her, Enrico looking insulted, and Draco trying to hold in his own laughter while glaring.
"Why are you laughing Miss?" Enrico asked narrowing his eyes.
"Oh!! Haa... A customer left a funny article here. I was just reading it and- " Both Draco and Enrico had lent back looking towards where she had pointed. There was no newspaper; there was nothing around her infact that looked like paper. "And I have to go now." She said quickly, nearly running to the back.
"Very strange girl that one," Enrico stated as he turned back to Draco, a disturbing smile on his lips, "not like you..."
Clearing his throat, Draco turned his back on the man, hurriedly making the rest of his coffee. Quickly putting the drink in front of his suddenly creepy customer, Draco said, "Here you are. That'll be five dollars please."
Enrico smiled once again, sending chills up Draco's spine, and not in the good way. "Here you are Draco..." he said after reached into his wallet, pulling out a ten, "keep the change." He winked.
Draco felt his jaw drop slightly, his hand still extended with the note of money. "Erm..." He went to the till and rang the money through, afterwards trying to hand the change to the man, "here..."
Enrico laughed lowly, closing both his hands over Draco's, "No, no! I insist that you keep it."
Draco had never jerked his hand back so fast in his entire life. "NO! I- I mean... I'm not allowed to take tips..."
Enrico narrowed his black eyes, and Draco had this sudden image of the strange man jumping over the counter and forcing him to the ground. Crossing his arms when Enrico tried to push the money back at him, Draco gave him his best cold stare, not caring if he got in trouble from Celia. "I. Don't. Want. It."
Enrico slipped his sunglasses on and smiled yet again, "Very well. Have a nice day, Draco."
Draco let out a huge breath of relief as the man turned the corner, out of Draco's view. He nearly ran to the back of the small Coffee shop. He immediately found Patrick and grabbed on to his shirt.
"You are going to walk me home." He half begged, half ordered.
Patrick pat the top of his head and smiled. "Okay babe." Patrick looked down at his shirt and frowned. "You're wrinkling my shirt."
"Ah... Oh... Sorry." Draco smiled as he let go.
"It's okay babe."
"Why do you call me that?"
Patrick shrugged. "Because you're so much younger than the rest of us, and you're as cute as a small, white, button. It doesn't bother you does it?"
"Er... no. I've never had a nickname before."
"A small, white, button with little silver sparkles; stitched on to a green silk shirt..."
"Either those wooden knobs around your neck are cutting the circulation to your brain, or you smoke too much hash."
"Hmm... both actually." Patrick grinned.
"... How the hell did you ever get a job?"
"Ahhh... that would have to be because of my charming personality," He paused, thinking. "Or a temporary bought of insanity on Celia's part."
"I'd be putting my money on the latter of the two." Draco grinned slightly. "Help me close."
It didn't take them long to close considering Skye had left early for a 'hot' date. Once the metal door was pulled down over the windows and door, Draco swung his messenger bag over his shoulder and across his chest as Patrick pocketed the keys. Even for a September night, it was warm as they walked slowly out of the marketplace, and Draco was glad that for once it wasn't raining.
Suddenly, he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye, a figure that looked an awful lot like Enrico...
Jumping slightly, Draco took a step closer to Patrick, grasping his hand in his. "I think that weird guy from earlier is following me. Pretend that you're my boyfriend."
"Will do mini man." Patrick grinned as he let go of Draco's hand and wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulders pulling him close. "How's that for couple status?"
"Excellent..." Draco glanced back in the direction of the figure, and found that the person was no longer there.
The pair ended up taking the long way back to Cole and Luke's house, and on the way walking by a club with the song 'Staying Alive' blaring. Draco was suddenly reminded of Harry, and the way he had danced and then strutted towards the toilet to the beat of the song. He sighed as the song began to fade in the distance.
Draco turned to face Patrick as they finally reached the apartment building.
"Thank-you for walking me home Pat," Draco smiled warmly. "I really appreciate it."
"Think nothing of it babe." He grinned taking Draco in his arms for a quick hug. "See you at work tomorrow then little man."
Shaking his head and laughing, Draco stood on his tiptoes and ruffled Patrick's hair. "See you tomorrow."
Watching that Patrick was safely to the main street before heading inside, Draco made his way up the stairs, seeing how the elevator had been broken weeks ago. When he reached Cole and Luke's apartment, Draco was not at all prepared to see Harry standing at the window that looked down onto the street he had just been standing on. His boyfriend wore a muscle shirt and his favorite pair of faded jeans, holding a glass of wine in one hand as his arms were crossed over his chest. Draco realized at that moment he had missed Harry more than he had let on.
Draco made to say something, but thought against it, kicking off his shoes and heading for the bathroom. Harry's earnest voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Draco wait..." Harry paused, as if considering what to say next, "I don't want you to run away again. I want you to come home."
Draco crossed his arms and glanced at Luke and Cole, who were currently sitting on the couch pretending to be watching TV. "Why should I?"
Harry set down his wine glass and began to walk towards Draco. Cole immediately placed a hand to Luke's chest, forcing him down, as he was about to stand up and interfere. Draco backed up a few steps, only to be stopped by Harry's hands on his forearms.
"Because I love you, and it doesn't feel right without you there with me, Draco." Harry looked in to Draco's eyes and felt his own begin to tear. "I can't stand being alone anymore... I need you to come back to me."
Draco glanced down at the floor before raising his silver eyes, "Can you guarantee that you won't ignore me or put me last anymore? Or get angry if I stay out late with my friends?"
Harry ran his hands up and down Draco's arms, "I'd do anything for you to come back with me Draco. I never meant to hurt you." He pulled Draco into a hug, and Draco felt tears fall onto his shoulder.
That more than anything broke through the rest of the animosity Draco held against Harry. Bringing his arms up and putting them around Harry's back, Draco smiled and whispered so that only Harry could hear him, "I love you too, Harry. Probably more than you will ever know."
With those few words, Harry laughed slightly, tears still falling down his cheeks, he lent back and looked into Draco's eyes. He smiled and kissed him.
There was a whoop of joy from the couch as Cole and Luke both jumped up. Harry and Draco ended the kiss and looked over at the pair of very embarrassed boys. Cole shifted nervously taking Luke's hand and leading him towards the kitchen.
"Err... Dinner is done!"
Luke nodded. "Yeah... the fact that we jumped up and whooped right after you two kissed has nothing to do with it! We're just really hungry...!"
Harry and Draco smiled at them and turned back to eachother. Harry cupped Draco's cheek with his hand and spoke softly. "I missed you so much..."
Draco shook his head a little, grinning as he buried his face in Harry's neck, wrapping his arms around him tighter, "Me too. Living with these two is nice, but I can't make out with any of them."
"Ahh... so the truth comes out. You only missed me because of the serious lack of nookie?"
"Precisely." Draco said sarcastically, kissing Harry's neck. "I can't wait to get home."
"Mmmm... is that so?" Harry raised his eyebrow as he coped a feel of Draco's butt. "In that case, maybe we should just skip dinner – they don't actually have anything planned anyway."
"My bags are already packed and by the door." Draco said and added when Harry gave him a quizzical look, "I was planning to come home tonight anyway."
Harry didn't answer but took a hold of Draco's hand, grabbed his jacket and one of Draco's bags, pulling him out the door. Draco had only a spit second to grab his other bag before Harry was already in the hallway, dragging him towards the stairs.
Cole came out of the kitchen with oven mitts on his hands. "Where did they go?"
"Who cares...?" Luke smirked as he pushed Cole towards the bedroom. "Time to show me that enlargement spell you know..."
Harry had driven over to Cole's and Luke's apartment, so it took them all of ten minutes or so to get back home; all the while Draco was leaning over and trailing kisses down Harry's neck. They waited only as long as it took them to park the car in the garage and lock the door before they were all over eachother. Draco had wrapped his arms around Harry's neck as Harry lifted him up, walking with him to the front door their tongues were entwined. It took Harry five times at trying to get the door unlocked, as Draco hands were busy trying to get Harry's shirt up over his head. Harry was successful in getting the door unlocked, as was Draco in his self appointed task to rid Harry of the silly shirt.
Remembering that Draco had a secret fantasy of having sex in the kitchen, Harry guided them into the kitchen, all the while constantly loosing concentration as Draco's lips found many places that Harry didn't know responded that way. Groaning slightly, Harry lifted Draco up and sat him on the light pine table, which fortunately had sturdy metal legs and many layers of gloss on the top. Draco squeaked slightly as Harry placed him down on the table, working on getting Draco's shirt off. Draco ran his fingers over Harry's chest, slowly traveling towards his pants, pausing only long enough for Harry to finally heave the shirt over Draco's head.
Harry grinned as he pushed Draco back on the table, slowly trailing kisses from his collarbone down his chest, pausing slightly at Draco's nipples flicking his tongue over the raised flesh. Draco groaned slightly as Harry's tongue ran over his left nipple. Harry began to slowly make his way down Draco's heaving chest, running his hands over Draco's waist, he heard a gasp for air as the man under him giggled. Harry smiled as Draco ran his fingers through his thick hair; after kissing Draco's bellybutton, his hands found Draco's belt, and hastily worked to undo it.
Draco let out a sigh of exasperation and undid his belt for Harry, and as he thrust his hips up slightly, pulling his jeans down. "You're going to slow, Potter." He growled.
"What's wrong with going slow?" Harry questioned, pausing slightly, his face hovering slightly over Draco's semi-hard crotch.
"There's nothing wrong with it..." Draco groaned as he sat up slightly, "That's just not the way I want it right now."
"Mmm... is that so?"
"Shut-up and get back to work, Potter."
"Yes, Sir." Harry smirked as he tugged Draco's pants off, throwing them over his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of Draco's underwear, pausing only long enough to leer up at Draco, he then proceeded to reef the offending article of clothing off of his slender body. "Like I said before... whoa."
"Harryyy..." Draco panted as he thrust his hips towards Harry's lips.
Grinning, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco's penis. Draco moaned at the touch again thrusting his hips skyward. Harry bent over, delicately licking the pre-cum from the tip of Draco's erection. Letting his tongue glide over the length of Draco's penis, he began to rub his hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the loud moans coming from above him. Harry then licked from the base of Draco's penis to the head, making sure to wet all 7 ½ inches of it, circling the tip of it once he had gotten to the top. Harry then extended his tongue and began to stimulate the sensitive spot directly underneath the tip of Draco's penis.
"Oh GOD!" Draco moaned as his back lurched off the table. "God keep going!"
Harry smiled taking the head of Draco's penis in his mouth. He began to run his hands up Draco's thighs and towards his chest, gaining more loud moans as Harry skillfully sucked at the head of Draco's penis.
Draco arched off the table once more as his hands clenched the side of the table; his abdomen constricting and Harry's mouth worked him. He had never felt anything like what he was feeling right now; he felt a deep internal wave of warm throbbing pressure. Draco moaned louder now than he had before, clenching his eyes shut his mouth dropped open as he felt rhythmic orgasmic contractions. The sensation of ejaculation came only seconds later; Draco let out a noise that was in-between a scream and a moan of pleasure. Draco had thought that it was over and that nothing else was going to happen, but suddenly he felt the warm sensation building again – quickly followed by the rhythmic orgasmic contractions, though this time he did not ejaculate. Draco lay panting on the table as Harry pulled him up into his arms. Draco lazily wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, panting into the crook of his neck.
"Was that your first?" Harry inquired as he lightly stroked Draco's exposed and sweaty back.
Draco could only nod, as he took in deep breaths, speaking after a moment, "My first and second..."
Harry grinned, "What to do now..."
Draco smiled with what could only be described as glee, "Me..."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, his eyes betraying the slight hint of hopeful desire, "Are you ready for this?"
Draco leaned back slightly, running his tongue along Harry's jaw, "More than ready..." he answered in a husky voice that didn't even sound like his own.
Harry grinned picking Draco up off of the table. He carried the thoroughly exhausted man towards the bedroom, lying Draco carefully on the bed, then backing away. He walked towards the lamp in the corner and switched it on, motioning with his hand as the stereo turned itself on – allowing soft, sensual music to fill the room. Harry turned to Draco and smirked quite seductively at him as he closed the distance between them. Harry ran his hand down his chest and towards his pants. He quickly undid the button on his slacks as Draco got onto his knees and reached out, pulling Harry by his hips towards him. Draco began to kiss Harry's neck, sucking on one spot in particular – leaving a hickie. Running a finger over the now slightly tender flesh, Draco grinned to himself. Harry kissed Draco deeply, thrusting his tongue into Draco's mouth, where Draco met it with his own. The kiss left both men's lip feeling bruised and swollen.
"Mmm..." Draco purred as Harry knelt on the bed in front of him, "You taste good..."
Harry laughed deep in his throat as Draco pulled him forwards once more, both falling onto the mattress, their legs becoming entangled. Draco's thigh rested against Harry's as his other leg was between his lovers. Suddenly feeling the roughness of Harry's jeans against his skin, Draco growled.
"Take those off," As he tugged on the undone waistband of the jeans, "now."
Smirking, Harry leaned back watching as Draco propped himself up on his elbows, a look of eagerness on his flushed face. Harry melted with that look, and he got rid of both his pants and boxers in record time, not even caring where they had landed after he had thrown them.
"Come here..." Draco purred as he crooked a finger at Harry, a smile on his face.
Complying immediately, Harry stretched out along Draco's naked body, pressing hips against hips. This caused both men to let out a groan, though Draco was a few octaves higher, as their erections met. Draco spread his legs, allowing Harry to rest between his thighs, as he griped Harry's back with his hands. Kissing Draco fervently, Harry ran one hand down Draco's side and down his thigh, stopping just under Draco's knee; lifting his lover's leg up so that his knee was bent and resting near Harry's hip. Their tongues continued to spar with eachother as Draco bucked his hips, grinding them into Harry's pelvic bone.
Harry broke the kiss; trailing small feather light kisses down Draco's jaw and neck as he removed his hand from under Draco's knee. Stretching out the free hand, Harry simply thought of the condoms and the lubricant he kept in the medicine cabinet. Within moments they were in the palm of his hand.
Draco opened his eyes, which had been closed to look at Harry's hand, now up near Draco's chest, and laughed. "My... my Harry," he started as he looked down at the contents of Harry's hand, "Quite ready are we?"
Harry smiled faintly and placed the lubricant and condoms on Draco's chest. "What kind would you like, dearest?" Harry laughed slightly.
"Whatever you recommend is fine with me." Draco bravely reached down and grasped Harry's thick erection in his delicate hand. He smiled as Harry gasped slightly, and then watched as ripped open the condom package with his teeth. Draco then trailed his hand up Harry's side, and took the condom from his lips.
Sliding his hand back down Harry's taught torso, he deftly slipped the condom onto Harry's penis as quickly as he could manage. Draco watched as Harry opened the lube, then sticking two fingers into it and gathering up a fair amount of it, Draco spread it around the condom as he kissed Harry's neck. Harry tossed the left over condoms and small container of lubrication aside, moaning slightly as Draco lifted his hips again, readjusting his position under Harry. Draco spread his legs willingly and tried to position himself in a way so that Harry wouldn't have too much of a problem entering him.
Reaching down, Harry took a hold of his own penis, and as he carefully positioned himself, kissed Draco lightly on the lips he entered him tenderly. Gasping slightly at the movement, Draco encircled his arms around Harry's abdomen, holding him tightly. Wrapping his legs around Harry's thighs, he felt Harry begin to thrust into him slowly, and gently. The initial pain of feeling Harry inside of him had subsided, and a feeling of pleasure began to take over Draco's body.
Draco suddenly felt an explosion of complete ecstasy as he felt Harry's penis brush past his prostate, now repeatedly stroking it. Draco let out a loud moan as he raked his fingernails up Harry's back – leaving a trail of red irritated skin as his hands moved. Thrusting his hips to meet Harry, Draco bit his bottom lip and clenched his eyes shut as he felt Harry's penis stroke the now very tender spot.
Tightening the grip of his legs over Harry's thighs, he raised his hips and let out a rather loud cry of passion as he felt Harry's hand trailed down between them, slowly finding Draco's penis. Stroking in time with his thrusts, Harry brought his mouth down on Draco's kissing him feverishly as he felt his abdomen clench with his own intense orgasm rushing through his body. Draco wasn't far behind, and they both felt the sticky substance between their sweat-covered bodies a few moments later.
As Draco felt his third orgasm that night, he raked his nails up Harry's back once more, knowing vaguely that his lover would have a very tender back in the morning. They lay together panting deeply, still joined loosely as Harry leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on Draco's lips.
"I love you, Draco." He whispered kissing him once more.
Draco smiled and ran his hands through Harry's damp hair, "I love you too, Harry. Never forget that."
Harry gently withdrew from Draco's body and rolled over onto his back, bringing Draco with him to lie on his chest. Not wanting to speak for the time being, they simply enjoyed the contact, Harry running his fingers lazily up Draco's arm as the smaller man traced his finger around Harry's chest.
"We should probably shower huh?" Draco asked as he held his hand to his face examining his nails, just to make sure there was no skin beneath them.
Harry grunted in response, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress. Draco climbed off the bed after him, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist as he walked behind his lover.
They showered together quickly, both desperately wanting to return to the bed and sleep as it had been a long, tiresome day for both of them – not including those evening's excursions.
'Besides,' Draco thought to himself a he slipped under the covers, lying close to Harry, 'We can always enjoy showering together some other night...' Draco smiled sleepily as he felt Harry's lips press against his forehead.
"Turn off the light..." Draco yawned snuggling into Harry's warmth.
"Fneh..." Harry groaned as the light clicked off.
"Oh why are you protesting? How much effort did that take?" Draco scowled.
"Fneh... sleep... now... good..." Harry drawled as he pulled Draco closer to his chest, immediately falling asleep. Draco smiled slightly before shutting his own eyes joining Harry's slumber.
Raei: I am SO spent... as are they. AND! AND! I wrote most of the raunchy suck off, and some of the lovely sex. (grinning widely) Am very proud.
Kylia: (whoops) I am the Queen of foreplay!! (Bows to Raei) though you are still the MASTA'!! Good thing we had those drinks or we never would have stopped laughing long enough to write.
Raei: AYE! Thank the Irish God's for bad tasting whiskey that makes us gag! WOO! Thank-you Irish Whiskey God's for providing us with enough sanity to get through the damn sex scenes. Have you any idea how HARD (no pun intended) it is to write that kind of stuff with someone sitting next to you reading it?!
Kylia: YEAH!! So I hope ya'll enjoy it. Don't worry, there MAY be plenty more where that came from... when our minds are full of kinky thoughts once more. Oh yeah... REVIEW OR NO MORE SEX SCENES!!!
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