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/...../ = Dray's thoughts.
[.............] = Harry's thoughts.
Now.... On with the story!
Chapter 3
/Malfoy/ works /HERE???/ James banged his head on the table knowing there would be consequences if he left the club. He kept his head on the table refusing to gawk at his old archenemy. He wasn't going to watch Malfoy/Flame sway those slim hips, make every muscle in his torso ripple while he moved to the rhythm of the music, that silky blonde hair swish back and -- oh, to hell with it. There was no use trying to convince himself to quit watching the irresistible sex god. [Oh shit. I did not just call Draco Malfoy a sex god. Oh well, he is one anyway. Hey! That's even worse!]
Suddenly, something heavy plopped into his leather-clad lap and partially straddled him. Flash didn't do so much as to blink an eye, much less even look up. Maybe if he ignored the guy or girl, they would just go away nicely.
"I thought you said I wouldn't see you clad in leather trousers today," a familiar voice drawled huskily into his ear. Harry narrowed his eyes and looked to the side. No fucking way. The blonde-haired, silvery blue/gray eyed Adonis was /NOT/ in his lap.
Naturally, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Malfoy, what are you doing in /my/ lap? It's bad enough that you have to see me clad in this outfit." Flash picked his head up off the table and as soon as he saw Flame staring at his body, eyes heavily lidded with lust, he downed the rest of his strawberry kiwi wine cooler all in one big gulp.
Draco was too impressed with the handsome figure to respond to the question. Harry snapped his long, slender fingers in his face. "What?" Draco snapped in an irritated manner. He was just about to slip off Potter's boxers mentally when he was so rudely interrupted.
"Why are you sitting in my lap when you're supposed to up on that stage dancing?"
Flame grinded against him, making himself more comfortable and shooting a shock of friction thought both bodies. "Because I felt like it. I had to co me and sit on those long, muscular, leather-clad legs of yours." Malfoy plopped off his warm, yummy looking seat. "Come with me, I'm going to tell the manager that I'm leaving early tonight and I need those strong arms of yours to help me with a couple of things." /Yeah, I want those fingers in my mouth or those arms around my waist./ James raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you complimenting me?" Harry questioned suspiciously. [Not that I mind it, of course.]
"Because I want you to come with me. If you don't you're in trouble. Big trouble."
"How?"
"All these guys on the stage want money, you look like you've got some, if I leave you here, they /will/ come after you like flies towards light." Harry blush, but stood up anyway. He pushed the chair under the bar table and started walking away. "Where the hell are you going? Didn't you hear a word I just said?"
Flash spun around and grinned, "Telling my roommates where I'm going. Wouldn't want them to worry about me now, would I?" He continued walking ahead, oblivious to the fact that Draco couldn't stop staring at his bottom half that was clad in leather. /If only I had my want to make those trousers a bit tighter or better yet, make them disappear completely./
They walked up to Dustin, who was happily grinding into a very, very attractive red-haired man. When they got a closer look, the two saw that he was none other than Billy Weasley. Well, holy fuck.
|A/N: Maybe I'll just leave the chapter off there. =] |
Dragon and Flash gawked, speechlessly. Bill was deliciously edible for a thirty-year-old man. Finally, the blonde managed to say, "Damn. Is that the Weasel's older brother?" James oly nodded. Then, he mustered up all of his Gryffindor bravery and strolled on over to the pair of dirty dancers. He leaned over and whispered where he was going into his roommate's ear. That was, until Bill recognized him.
"Well, well. James Evans, is that really you?" Bill called out over the loud music. Man, his little brother's ex-best friend had really grown a lot in three years. Had he not been more into blondes, Harry would have been up against the wall having the life ravished out of him or maybe himself being thrown onto a bed being fucked senseless based on what Charlie said. (A/N: I'm sitting in the car writing this with a gar full of a girls and an eleven-year-old girl sitting next to me, who was trying to read what I was writing before. =])
"Long time no see, mate! Hitting on younger guys, are you?" Flash pulled the yummy redhead into a friendly hug. He felt the muscles in his old friend's back immediately. [Oooh... nicely chiseled.]
Bill spotted Malfoy over Harry's nice, broad shoulders. "I was. And about to go home and have wild, kinky, monkey sex with your archenemy, were you?" James pulled apart immediately and blushed like crazy. Dustin and Draco smirked knowing that had been Draco's intention, but James wouldn't ever say it.
"You, you, you dog!! I was sooooooo not going to sex him up!! And you're talking like that when you looked like you were going to shag Dustin right on the dance floor, dirty dancing like that!" Harry smacked him in the arm hard and started laughing when he winced, clutching his arm.
"Oh really?" Malfoy spoke up. "I was hoping on getting fucked tonight, by you. But anyway, you were talking about dirty dancing. I'll give you dirty, but you've got to dance with me." The exotic dancer and his new dance partner hit the floor leaving Bill and Dustin to go back to each other like nothing had happened.
Suddenly, Harry and Draco's favorite song of all time came on, 'Don't Stop Me Now" by 80's band, Queen. As an automatic response, Flash created friction by dancing as close to Flame as he could singing the lyrics huskily in his baritone voice, only loud enough so Dragon was the only one who could hear him, making the teasing even more torture than it already was.
The moment Potter stood in front of him, he rested his pale, slender, magical hands on Harry's slim hips, where the leather trousers were teasingly low slung and started grinding into the raven-haired man's tight arse. /Now... If only his pants and boxers were gone as well as mine and we were in a nice, comfy bed./
James's hips moved down with the rhythm of the song, causing more friction and sending countless shocks of electricity through both of their luscious bodies. The comfortable black silk pajama bottoms were getting tighter by the second. For a moment there, the two felt like they were the only ones on the floor. Both had their eyes closed in ecstasy.
By the end of the song, every single person in the entire club, including the voyeuristic female manager, was drooling at the sexiest pair they had ever seen grinding the other senseless. Harry and Draco opened their eyes to find every set of eyes on them. Dragon confidently walked over to his drooling boss.
"Hey, Dory! Snap out of it!" He waved his hand in her face to get her out of the trance.
She answered him by blushing and stuttering profusely, "Oh hey Draco! N-nice gri-d-dancing you did out there." Dory eyed James over. "And I suppose this is the handsome young bloke was the one that was dancing with you out there." Flash blushed as she battered her eyelashes at him. "Anyway," she looked back at Draco. "What'd you come here for?"
"Can I get the rest of the night off? I've got some unfinished business to complete with my friend here," he hinted softly to her, so James wouldn't know his intent for the night. She merely nodded, sending a wink towards a scowling Harry. "Meet you out the door, Evans."
Fifteen minutes later, Draco and Harry were finally able to get out of the bustling crowd and were on their way back to Flame's place to finish their so called "unfinished business."
"And yet you thought Weasley and your roommate were dirty dancing. What the hell was that out there?" /Not that I minded it of course,/ he added mentally.
"I don't know. You had your hands on my hips. What was /that?/ To me, dancing, it's just different with that one song. It's the only one I can dance like that to." [Maybe I should go clubbing more often if my arse gets to rub against him like that or if we're going to dance like that at all.
"You're such a mean, mean tease, Potter, whispering and singing like that in my sensitive ears," Draco taunted. [Was that just a compliment?] All that came afterwards was silence.
Harry finally decided to speak up.
"Hey, Malfoy?" Harry asked. He'd had a hard on since the club and no matter what he tried, it just wouldn't, couldn't go away. And he did NOT want to wank himself off at Malfoy's place. Besides, Flame needed to jerk himself off too. Two choices left, either a blowjob or a shag.
"Yeah?" Dragon had just come to a horrible realization, well not so horrible. Unless one of them was getting sexed up, fucked, or shagged tonight, both of them would half to wank himself off, making an attempt to do it shamelessly. Then again, he wouldn't mind being fucked by Potter, based on the sounds that he had heard so much about coming from Potter's bed, late at night back in school.
"I'm going to fuck you hard when we get back to your place, okay?" [Now that wasn't so bad, was it, Harry? You just told your enemy that you were going to shag him senseless and you didn't even blush. Give yourself a pat on the back. That was a big improvement.] James just scowled at the annoying voice at the back of his mind.
"Okay. Go ahead, but make it worth it." Just then, Flash crashed into a girl, who made it seem like it was her original intention. /Oh my gosh./ She had her hand on his dick, groping it shamelessly and rather roughly. The decent part of it was that it made his erection go away without making him cum. But after she violated him, she simply stalked off in a very prissy manner.
James spun around violently and shouted madly after her, "Where in bloody fucking hell do you get off grabbing a gay guy's cock before he's about to fuck someone?" She whirled around and met him face to face, eye to eye.
Blonde curls, blue eyes, pug faced, curvy figure. It all added up. Pansy Parkinson. Naww... It couldn't be. She hated the Muggle world more than Malfoy ever did.
"Potter?" He glared harshly at the annoying bitch.
"The one and only."
Holy fuck.
To be continued...
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Thanks a lot!!! to: Nicoletta, MustIBeAMalfoy, The Earth Mystic, slasherbabe, krysalys73, kario dominica, SimoneSimon (C'mon!!!!! Hurry up with Chapter 8 of Love, by Accident!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) , The Silver Lady, Slytheretta (Update Growing Pains and New Times soon please!!!!), Joji Sada, Elven Warrior1, Oli (galacticoutlaw@hotmail.com), Wonalapei.
/...../ = Dray's thoughts.
[.............] = Harry's thoughts.
Now.... On with the story!
Chapter 3
/Malfoy/ works /HERE???/ James banged his head on the table knowing there would be consequences if he left the club. He kept his head on the table refusing to gawk at his old archenemy. He wasn't going to watch Malfoy/Flame sway those slim hips, make every muscle in his torso ripple while he moved to the rhythm of the music, that silky blonde hair swish back and -- oh, to hell with it. There was no use trying to convince himself to quit watching the irresistible sex god. [Oh shit. I did not just call Draco Malfoy a sex god. Oh well, he is one anyway. Hey! That's even worse!]
Suddenly, something heavy plopped into his leather-clad lap and partially straddled him. Flash didn't do so much as to blink an eye, much less even look up. Maybe if he ignored the guy or girl, they would just go away nicely.
"I thought you said I wouldn't see you clad in leather trousers today," a familiar voice drawled huskily into his ear. Harry narrowed his eyes and looked to the side. No fucking way. The blonde-haired, silvery blue/gray eyed Adonis was /NOT/ in his lap.
Naturally, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Malfoy, what are you doing in /my/ lap? It's bad enough that you have to see me clad in this outfit." Flash picked his head up off the table and as soon as he saw Flame staring at his body, eyes heavily lidded with lust, he downed the rest of his strawberry kiwi wine cooler all in one big gulp.
Draco was too impressed with the handsome figure to respond to the question. Harry snapped his long, slender fingers in his face. "What?" Draco snapped in an irritated manner. He was just about to slip off Potter's boxers mentally when he was so rudely interrupted.
"Why are you sitting in my lap when you're supposed to up on that stage dancing?"
Flame grinded against him, making himself more comfortable and shooting a shock of friction thought both bodies. "Because I felt like it. I had to co me and sit on those long, muscular, leather-clad legs of yours." Malfoy plopped off his warm, yummy looking seat. "Come with me, I'm going to tell the manager that I'm leaving early tonight and I need those strong arms of yours to help me with a couple of things." /Yeah, I want those fingers in my mouth or those arms around my waist./ James raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you complimenting me?" Harry questioned suspiciously. [Not that I mind it, of course.]
"Because I want you to come with me. If you don't you're in trouble. Big trouble."
"How?"
"All these guys on the stage want money, you look like you've got some, if I leave you here, they /will/ come after you like flies towards light." Harry blush, but stood up anyway. He pushed the chair under the bar table and started walking away. "Where the hell are you going? Didn't you hear a word I just said?"
Flash spun around and grinned, "Telling my roommates where I'm going. Wouldn't want them to worry about me now, would I?" He continued walking ahead, oblivious to the fact that Draco couldn't stop staring at his bottom half that was clad in leather. /If only I had my want to make those trousers a bit tighter or better yet, make them disappear completely./
They walked up to Dustin, who was happily grinding into a very, very attractive red-haired man. When they got a closer look, the two saw that he was none other than Billy Weasley. Well, holy fuck.
|A/N: Maybe I'll just leave the chapter off there. =] |
Dragon and Flash gawked, speechlessly. Bill was deliciously edible for a thirty-year-old man. Finally, the blonde managed to say, "Damn. Is that the Weasel's older brother?" James oly nodded. Then, he mustered up all of his Gryffindor bravery and strolled on over to the pair of dirty dancers. He leaned over and whispered where he was going into his roommate's ear. That was, until Bill recognized him.
"Well, well. James Evans, is that really you?" Bill called out over the loud music. Man, his little brother's ex-best friend had really grown a lot in three years. Had he not been more into blondes, Harry would have been up against the wall having the life ravished out of him or maybe himself being thrown onto a bed being fucked senseless based on what Charlie said. (A/N: I'm sitting in the car writing this with a gar full of a girls and an eleven-year-old girl sitting next to me, who was trying to read what I was writing before. =])
"Long time no see, mate! Hitting on younger guys, are you?" Flash pulled the yummy redhead into a friendly hug. He felt the muscles in his old friend's back immediately. [Oooh... nicely chiseled.]
Bill spotted Malfoy over Harry's nice, broad shoulders. "I was. And about to go home and have wild, kinky, monkey sex with your archenemy, were you?" James pulled apart immediately and blushed like crazy. Dustin and Draco smirked knowing that had been Draco's intention, but James wouldn't ever say it.
"You, you, you dog!! I was sooooooo not going to sex him up!! And you're talking like that when you looked like you were going to shag Dustin right on the dance floor, dirty dancing like that!" Harry smacked him in the arm hard and started laughing when he winced, clutching his arm.
"Oh really?" Malfoy spoke up. "I was hoping on getting fucked tonight, by you. But anyway, you were talking about dirty dancing. I'll give you dirty, but you've got to dance with me." The exotic dancer and his new dance partner hit the floor leaving Bill and Dustin to go back to each other like nothing had happened.
Suddenly, Harry and Draco's favorite song of all time came on, 'Don't Stop Me Now" by 80's band, Queen. As an automatic response, Flash created friction by dancing as close to Flame as he could singing the lyrics huskily in his baritone voice, only loud enough so Dragon was the only one who could hear him, making the teasing even more torture than it already was.
The moment Potter stood in front of him, he rested his pale, slender, magical hands on Harry's slim hips, where the leather trousers were teasingly low slung and started grinding into the raven-haired man's tight arse. /Now... If only his pants and boxers were gone as well as mine and we were in a nice, comfy bed./
James's hips moved down with the rhythm of the song, causing more friction and sending countless shocks of electricity through both of their luscious bodies. The comfortable black silk pajama bottoms were getting tighter by the second. For a moment there, the two felt like they were the only ones on the floor. Both had their eyes closed in ecstasy.
By the end of the song, every single person in the entire club, including the voyeuristic female manager, was drooling at the sexiest pair they had ever seen grinding the other senseless. Harry and Draco opened their eyes to find every set of eyes on them. Dragon confidently walked over to his drooling boss.
"Hey, Dory! Snap out of it!" He waved his hand in her face to get her out of the trance.
She answered him by blushing and stuttering profusely, "Oh hey Draco! N-nice gri-d-dancing you did out there." Dory eyed James over. "And I suppose this is the handsome young bloke was the one that was dancing with you out there." Flash blushed as she battered her eyelashes at him. "Anyway," she looked back at Draco. "What'd you come here for?"
"Can I get the rest of the night off? I've got some unfinished business to complete with my friend here," he hinted softly to her, so James wouldn't know his intent for the night. She merely nodded, sending a wink towards a scowling Harry. "Meet you out the door, Evans."
Fifteen minutes later, Draco and Harry were finally able to get out of the bustling crowd and were on their way back to Flame's place to finish their so called "unfinished business."
"And yet you thought Weasley and your roommate were dirty dancing. What the hell was that out there?" /Not that I minded it of course,/ he added mentally.
"I don't know. You had your hands on my hips. What was /that?/ To me, dancing, it's just different with that one song. It's the only one I can dance like that to." [Maybe I should go clubbing more often if my arse gets to rub against him like that or if we're going to dance like that at all.
"You're such a mean, mean tease, Potter, whispering and singing like that in my sensitive ears," Draco taunted. [Was that just a compliment?] All that came afterwards was silence.
Harry finally decided to speak up.
"Hey, Malfoy?" Harry asked. He'd had a hard on since the club and no matter what he tried, it just wouldn't, couldn't go away. And he did NOT want to wank himself off at Malfoy's place. Besides, Flame needed to jerk himself off too. Two choices left, either a blowjob or a shag.
"Yeah?" Dragon had just come to a horrible realization, well not so horrible. Unless one of them was getting sexed up, fucked, or shagged tonight, both of them would half to wank himself off, making an attempt to do it shamelessly. Then again, he wouldn't mind being fucked by Potter, based on the sounds that he had heard so much about coming from Potter's bed, late at night back in school.
"I'm going to fuck you hard when we get back to your place, okay?" [Now that wasn't so bad, was it, Harry? You just told your enemy that you were going to shag him senseless and you didn't even blush. Give yourself a pat on the back. That was a big improvement.] James just scowled at the annoying voice at the back of his mind.
"Okay. Go ahead, but make it worth it." Just then, Flash crashed into a girl, who made it seem like it was her original intention. /Oh my gosh./ She had her hand on his dick, groping it shamelessly and rather roughly. The decent part of it was that it made his erection go away without making him cum. But after she violated him, she simply stalked off in a very prissy manner.
James spun around violently and shouted madly after her, "Where in bloody fucking hell do you get off grabbing a gay guy's cock before he's about to fuck someone?" She whirled around and met him face to face, eye to eye.
Blonde curls, blue eyes, pug faced, curvy figure. It all added up. Pansy Parkinson. Naww... It couldn't be. She hated the Muggle world more than Malfoy ever did.
"Potter?" He glared harshly at the annoying bitch.
"The one and only."
Holy fuck.
To be continued...
Liked it??? Hated it???? Worth continuing???? Review to let me know!!! It's 1:14 A.M now and I have to wake up in 5 and a half hours. Please review, I love reading them. Thanks, good night!
