Title: Pancake
Rating: PG
Length: 729
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry bakes chocolate chip pancakes.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
If Draco had known joining the Order would result in sitting at a large oak table, watching Harry Potter bake chocolate chip pancakes, shirtless, in the wee hours of the morning, Draco would not have joined. Or perhaps he would have joined a long time ago.
"I guess you want one, ay?"
Draco jumped; he didn't think the other boy had noticed him slide in. He flushed at thinking Potter might have known he was staring at him.
Gazing questionably at him, Potter said, "Do you?"
"Oh, sure," Draco replied even though he didn't like chocolate breakfast foods.
Potter smiled weakly and turned around. Draco watched him pour more batter into the pan. Lately Potter had been tolerable, maybe even nice if Draco was feeling generous when thinking about it. At first that piece of information had drove him crazy. Potter, nice? Nice to Draco? It just didn't fit. However, if you were on the same side and working together and one of the few people who weren't so old there were wrinkles around your eyes and contributed to chats about the good old hippy days, you pretty much had to be tolerable to each other.
The pan sizzled and Draco looked up to see Potter dropping chocolate chips onto the batter. Too late to say he didn't want any. Foolishly, Potter trying picking up the pieces that missed the pancake but yanked back with a hiss of pain.
Draco was only able to hold back laughter because Potter started sucking gently on his fingers. He watched, mesmerized, as the digits disappeared between slightly chapped lips. Then Potter opened his mouth to moan (probably because it hurt but Draco's mind supplemented another reason), giving Draco the sight of a tongue gliding across slick skin and teeth scrapping along the digits. Draco very nearly followed Potter with a moan of his own.
Potter looked over but Draco's eyes were riveted on the lips pulled taunt over the three fingers. He quirked his eyebrow distractively.
"It's bloody hot." He sucked again.
"Well, it is a stove," Draco said. He voice came out choppy but Draco didn't care. He was more relieved that had came out instead of the mutual agreement pulsating for release. Or maybe that was his cock pulsating for release.
The trash bag rustled as Potter tossed the burnt pancake into it. He sighed as the rapidly cooling chocolate from the pancake attached to his red fingers, coating them. "I'll make you another one."
Draco nodded absently. He had to get to a bathroom - right now. He was half way out of the seat when Potter rubbed at an itch on his cheek with the chocolate-coated fingers. Draco was frozen where he stood: bent forward, hands on the arm rests, eyes glued to Potter cheek.
"Like a lot of chocolate?" Potter asked, knocking Draco out of his trance. He stood, murmured some kind of an answer, and silently slinked up to Potter.
Only when he stood beside him did Potter look over. Draco saw Potter's eyes widen before he leaned in too close to make out his features correctly. Tentatively, his tongue reached out and tapped Potter's cheek, drawing a dab of chocolate off. Potter froze but Draco wasn't paying attention. The only thing he could focus on was how great chocolate tasted on Potter's skin.
Draco elicited a stifled moan from Potter on the third swipe of his tongue. This one was long and he trailed up to the edge of Potter's eyes, where the glasses frame got in the way.
Draco dropped his mouth to the dab of chocolate on the corner of Potter's lips and sucked gently. Potter gasped, his mouth falling open to have a tongue slip from the side of his lips to stroke his tongue.
Draco moaned into Potter's mouth; never before had chocolate tasted so sweet, so sensual, so damn sexy. He felt his hair being tugged when the creaks of the old steps seeped through his hazy mind.
He pulled away and had to hold a protesting Potter back until he too heard the sound.
Draco stepped back, heading to the seat he had previously sat in, when Potter whispered in what could only be called a bedroom voice, "I could bring you chocolate chip pancakes in bed, if you'd like." Draco had never heard a more appealing suggestion.