Captivation
Enjoy some Draco/Harry action in this chapter… :-)
Chapter 9: Suppressed Desires
The next few weeks seemed to pass by rather fast. Harry spent a lot of time with Blake but he didn't do anything sexual with him again. For some reason, he realized that it was quite a big step for him and he didn't want Blake to think that the limited time they had together would be sexual. Harry wasn't naïve—he knew that if they did sexual acts, even mild ones, frequently that Blake would assume Harry wanted to have sex with him. All he really wanted was to experiment with kissing and the occasional touching (with clothes on for the most part). One night recently they did make out in their underwear and touched one another briefly.
Harry knew Blake was a little confused by his reaction. That Harry had allowed them to go as far as rubbing and making out mostly naked and then suddenly pulled away. The truth was that the older boy was very sexually active, meaning Blake hinted about doing sexual things with him at least twice a day and Harry was not. Not completely anyway. At least not yet. He did enjoy their intimate night, but at the same time he wasn't comfortable with doing it every night. So, he pulled away so that the older boy wouldn't get the wrong idea. Harry liked the embracing, the kissing, the soft touches and nips on his neck and ear. That was what he was comfortable with now.
The strange thing was that when Harry saw Draco now either at parties or at practice, the blond didn't say much to him at all. No snide comments, no sneers, no random sarcasm. He was much quieter and hung out a lot more with Liam and some others. And at parties he either stood quietly with a group and drank or sat on one of the couches. Harry noticed this while he and Blake were constantly together and he always had sudden urges to talk to Malfoy. Even when Tavis celebrated his birthday, at the party Draco wasn't as talkative. He did join in the Entranced or Cursed game once, but after that sat out. Perhaps the blond was bored now since he thought that he couldn't tease or torment Harry anymore.
It was on a very windy mid-August day, the day before Blake's birthday that Harry found an owl from Blake, requesting that he meet him in the boys' shower room at eleven. It struck him as very odd, but after dinner he walked down there to see what the older boy wanted. He swung the door open and stepped inside. Turning his head in every direction, Harry walked through the locker room searching for Blake.
"Harry," a voice called to him.
He wheeled around and blinked, seeing Blake standing nearby the shower stalls clad only in a towel. Harry's heart nearly jumped in his throat. Blake had promised that their relationship wouldn't go further. Perhaps Harry made a mistake by allowing the mild sexual act to happen between them some time ago. Had Blake gotten the wrong impression?
"Erm…hi," Harry said, shifting awkwardly. "You wanted to see me?"
Blake grinned and uncrossed his arms. "Yeah. Come here."
Harry's stiff legs reluctantly moved closer until he was within five feet from the boy.
"What is it?" Harry asked, subtly wiping his clammy hands on his pants.
"Don't I get a kiss or something?" Blake smiled, stepping closer.
Harry stepped closer uncertainly and Blake reached out toward him. The older boy pulled him flush against his mostly naked body and kissed him deeply. Harry didn't respond immediately but slowly began to kiss him like he had done many times since their agreement to have a temporary relationship. The older boy's hands ran beneath his shirt like he had done in the past and Harry's muscles began to relax until the other boy unexpectedly pushed him up against the shower wall. Harry's gasp was muffled as the boy's fingers trailed down from beneath his shirt to his pants where the tips dipped beneath the hem of his jeans.
Harry pushed firmly against the boy's chest, breaking the kiss. "Blake, stop."
"What's the matter?" Blake asked, breathing rapidly.
"Er…why did you want to see me?" Harry asked, changing the subject to distract the boy.
Blake stared at him momentarily then brought a hand up to rake through his hair. "Harry, I have to tell you something. I just got an owl earlier today from the Ireland teams' Quidditch captain. He saw my grades and my interest in being a captain and he contacted Niall requesting me," the boy smiled, smoothing back Harry's hair as he kissed his neck. "He requested that I come down with them and remain there to watch the team train and be the assistant captain, since that captain's going to retire in a couple years anyway."
Harry's stomach flipped but it wasn't in anxiety. He had been feeling over the last few days that Blake was more into being sexual with him than anything. It wasn't that he was using him—Blake wouldn't hurt him at all, but at the same time he was still getting over his last boyfriend and Harry just felt like he was a subconscious distraction. Not to mention Blake had admitted wanting to meet him for a long while and that he was very attracted to Harry from the moment he first met him. Although Blake wasn't using him for sexual gratification (since they had hardly been intimate) he probably wanted it.
"When do you leave?" Harry asked, trying not to sound relieved.
"In three days," Blake said, sucking on Harry's earlobe before staring at him. "I already told Tavis. And since my birthday's tomorrow and I was going to have a party in my common room anyway, it has turned into a birthday and a goodbye party."
"Oh, well that's good. At least you'll have time to say goodbye to everyone," Harry said.
The older boy smiled down at him and suddenly leaned forward urging him into a kiss.
"Harry," he breathed when he broke away. "I'll especially miss you. I didn't think I'd leave so early—at least not before the semester ended."
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he felt Blake's erection rub against his leg through his sweatpants. Firm hands were running down his hips and to his thighs.
"I was thinking," Blake continued, kissing Harry's jaw as his hands raked back up Harry's legs. "We should spend a lot more time together. We should get closer and—"
"Blake, stop!" Harry exclaimed as the boy's fingers brushed against his crotch.
The older boy pulled away and stared down at him. "What's wrong, Harry? Didn't you like it the last time we did it?"
"Er, yeah, but," Harry began.
Blake smiled. "I really like you, Harry. And I thought this would be the perfect place for some privacy. Everyone's in their common rooms so I thought it might be nice to take a shower together, you know? You could even sleep in my room tonight or something and we could spend quality time before the party and before I have to leave."
Harry swallowed thickly and stared up at him. "Blake…Listen to me. I like you too. And I did enjoy kissing you, but…I'm not…," Harry trailed off and refrained from saying he wasn't ready. He wasn't sure if he was ready for sex or not but the thing was that he didn't want to do it with Blake either way. "We haven't even been going out for a month. It's been a little over three weeks and that's not enough time. I already pushed my boundaries a bit when we…were intimate the night we decided to go out," Harry said as Blake's grin faded slightly.
"You want to break this off, don't you?" Blake asked quietly.
He didn't sound angry, just disappointed. Slowly, Harry nodded but decided to offer him more of a gentle explanation.
"You've been really good for me, you know, to help me realize that I preferred guys. But it's just too soon. I mean, we can't even really call this a relationship because it's been so short. And we never really dated we just…made-out and stuff," Harry said, swallowing nervously. "I know you probably want to…have sex before you leave, but I just…I'm not that kind of person. In order to give myself completely I need to know them really well and it needs to be a longer period of time of dating."
Blake nodded, giving him a small smile as he backed away so Harry could move. "I understand, Harry. And I respect that. Although I'm disappointed, well, who wouldn't be?" he winked. "I should've known that you had more morals than most guys your age. After everything you've been through and what not. I would've really liked to get closer to you," he said, brushing his fingers against his cheek. "And have more time too. I suppose I'll have to let you go. After all, I do only have a few days left and it wouldn't be fair to you if I rushed things just to know what it's like to be intimate with you. You do have a great body."
Harry flushed a bit and nodded awkwardly. Blake just smiled and pulled his hand away.
"You're probably right, Harry. I think I became so enamored with you because of who you were and because it felt like we made such a connection. I'm sure the curiosity of wanting to know what it was like to touch you played a role too. But my intent was never to use you or hurt you."
"I know," Harry said, nodding. "I think it might be good for you to go someplace else. You might still need some more time to get over your boyfriend."
"Yeah," Blake smiled. "I am glad I met you, Harry. And you are a great kisser. Of course I'll never forget that night," he winked.
Harry felt his cheeks heat up instantly. Blake leaned down and kissed him again softly. Then he pulled away and gave him another grin to show that he was alright with it.
"I'll see you at the party, right?"
"Definitely," Harry said, giving him a small smile.
"Good," he said. Then he walked toward one of the showers and before Harry could even step away from the wall he took off his towel.
Harry blushed, seeing that the boy was still partially aroused but he didn't act like it bothered him. Blake turned on the shower and faced him, grinning widely.
"You sure you don't want to take a shower?"
"Er, that's alright," Harry said. "I don't want to lead you on or make it harder for you."
Blake chuckled deeply and shook his sandy-colored hair as the water cascaded over him.
"Yeah, I suppose seeing you naked would tempt me too much. It might take me some time to stop thinking of Harry Potter as my boyfriend, but don't feel bad or anything. It was nice while it lasted."
Harry nodded, stepping backward as he tried not to stare at the other boy's body. "Yeah, er…thanks for everything. I'll see you tomorrow."
Blake gave him a wave as the magical sponges began washing his body. Harry walked quickly out of the shower room relieved that Blake seemed to take it pretty well. Even though he had obviously tried to seduce Harry into changing his mind, it hadn't been that hard to break it off. Blake was extremely nice and it had been a good experience to kiss him and feel what it was like to be with another boy, but the older boy just came on too strongly.
It was obvious he was probably ecstatic that Harry Potter of all people agreed to be his boyfriend. He didn't blame the other boy at all for feeling that way. If Harry had been in the other boy's shoes, meeting a famous person who helped save the world, he'd feel good about himself too. And he knew the boy never meant to hurt him or take advantage of him—it wasn't like he would have if Harry didn't want to, but it was clear Blake had desired to go further.
Harry sighed with relief, thankful that he had gotten some experience but hadn't gotten in a situation like what happened with Ginny. He went back to his room and changed. Thoughts of Malfoy immediately went into his head and he wondered why the blond hadn't been pestering him as of late. Since Blake's party was in his common room, Malfoy would most likely be there. Perhaps he could try and talk to the blond. Draco wasn't a person who was easily approached, but maybe after drinking a little Harry could talk to him without getting into a fight.
Sighing, he went to sleep, thankful that the next day would be Saturday and he could take a break from classes. He still had homework to finish but he wouldn't worry about it too much until Sunday. The morning came and Harry decided to go to Hogsmeade for the day, just to spend time alone and get his thoughts together. He sat down at the Three Broomsticks and with a non-alcoholic butterbeer he began to think. He pictured seeing Malfoy for the first time in over a year. The blond had certainly grown taller and at first glance he looked more mature (though he was still as irritating as ever).
Still, Harry noticed something peculiar. And now that he had a chance to think on it, it slowly began to become clearer. All the strange feelings he had had over the course of early summer had all been a part of his self-discovery. Harry realized now that after the war he had changed—he grew up and all the normal teenage insecurities and sensations that had remained dormant up till that point were allowed their release. That was why he began to see things differently. Ginny's true intentions had been revealed and Harry's own desires for a fresh start as well.
All of a sudden, in a matter of minutes as he was sitting there, he had a revelation. It finally dawned on him why seeing Draco after so long and getting to know the boy in a new environment had stirred both confusion and frustration. It was obvious to him now why his stomach clenched tightly whenever near him. They still had some tension between them—their disagreements and competition against the other—but now Harry was aware that they both had changed so much since the war began. It had been a gradual process but looking back it was clear now.
The moment they had seen each other again was the moment their rivalry resurfaced along with something foreign. Harry couldn't see it before because he had been blinded by memories and feelings of the past but now that he was in a different state of mind and more aware of himself as he'd never been he realized what had changed between them. As soon as the revelation hit him, he felt the stirrings of anxiety. Had Malfoy felt any changes between them? The question remained implanted in his mind even as he left Hogsmeade. He had to find out for sure if his revelation was true.
That night, Harry went to Blake's common room a little later than Tavis and the others. He wore his favorite black velvet pants but with a silky silver-colored blouse. He hadn't worn the pants since the party Tavis and the others threw for him and he figured he'd look nice. It was Blake's goodbye party as well and he at least wanted to see him and say a proper farewell. There were lots of people there already and Harry squeezed through the crowd to find Blake. The older boy was in a deep discussion with a few others but when he saw Harry he smiled and invited him over.
"Hey Harry," Blake said, embracing him tightly.
"Hey," Harry responded, patting his back lightly. "I'm really happy for you, Blake. This is a dream come true, isn't it?"
"Sure is," he grinned, throwing his head back to keep his hair from falling in front of his eyes. "But then again I have lots of dreams."
The wink he sent Harry made his stomach clench. The older boy seemed open to still being intimate with him despite having agreed to break off their mild relationship early. Harry just smiled pretending to take it as a joke.
"Er, yeah. Are you excited?"
"Yeah a bit as well as nervous," Blake shrugged. "But the faster I learn over there the sooner I can become a captain. And then maybe one day I'll be as famous as you," he winked.
"Why not?" Harry grinned in response. "We should, er, keep in touch. As friends I mean."
Blake smiled and nodded. "I agree, Harry. It'd be nice to keep in touch with some people, especially you."
So Blake wasn't quite over him yet, but Harry understood it would take time. The strange thing was that Harry would miss him but he was already over him "romantically".
"Of course. You can owl me anytime," Harry said.
"I will," Blake grinned, pulling him into another tight embrace. "Have some fun."
Harry nodded as the older boy pulled away. After another smile, Blake turned to go greet some other people. Harry slipped back through the crowd, grabbed a Butterbeer and headed toward the couch. Harry's stomach fluttered when he saw that the couch was occupied. Malfoy was lying down with his legs propped up while leaning against the arm rest. He had a bottle in his hand and took a sip of it, staring out at people indifferently.
He approached the couch and sat down, making sure to keep a fair amount of distance between them. Draco obviously felt the couch moved and turned his gaze onto him.
"Is your boyfriend not giving you enough attention, Potter?" Malfoy drawled.
Harry rolled his eyes and turned his head toward the blond. "Blake's not my boyfriend anymore, Malfoy."
One of the blond's eyebrows rose but whether it was in shock, curiosity or amusement, Harry couldn't tell.
"Is he not good enough for the famous Harr—"
"Shut-up Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, interrupting him. "It's not that at all. It was a temporary thing to begin with since he's leaving for Ireland."
"Going to miss him, Potter? Perhaps cry over him?" Malfoy's lips curled widely.
"No, actually. We weren't serious at all and it was a mutual agreement to have the temporary relationship. And anyway, Malfoy just because I'm gay doesn't mean I act like a girl," Harry sent a glare toward him. "That's stereo-typical."
Malfoy snorted and took a swig of his drink. "Like I care, Potter."
Harry felt his insides squirm with more frustration. The blond was so good with knowing which button to push on him that it was infuriating. Harry tried not to let it show as the two elapsed into silence. Malfoy stared back into space carelessly and Harry glanced at him from time-to-time. Finally, getting sick of the silence and the blond's attitude, Harry cleared his throat.
Malfoy didn't even look at him as he spoke. "What Potter?"
"I was wondering if you were up for a re-match in that game."
The blond's gaze turned back to him slowly and he smirked. "A re-match? Please, Potter it's a waste of my time."
"You're just scared I might win this time," Harry countered quickly.
Narrowing his eyes, Malfoy slowly sat up. "Fine, Potter. I'll accept your challenge but don't cry when I beat you again."
"Like hell I would," Harry grumbled as the blond got up and went to retrieve some drinks.
Harry stood up afterward and followed the blond after he retrieved some bottles. They went to the other side of the room where the drinking games were set up. No one was playing The Eternal Eclipse, which Harry was grateful for, so they sat down each with five bottles again.
"You remember the rules, Potter?" Malfoy smirked toward him, shaking his head so his bangs moved away from his eyes.
Harry felt his stomach flip and then he nodded firmly. "Yes, I do."
"Good. That'll save me from wasting any extra time," Malfoy drawled. "Let's go."
The two tapped their wands and the game chose Malfoy to go first. The blond sent him another amused smirk and Harry just glared in annoyance.
"Now, what's your favor?" the blond leaned back, twirling his wand confidently.
"This time I want you to give me a massage. The same rules apply as what you said to me," Harry stated.
Malfoy snorted. "Just what I've always wanted to do," he quipped sarcastically. "If I win, Potter, you can do an essay for me."
Harry bit his tongue from retorting 'like hell I'm going to do your homework'. It was just one essay and it was less awkward than giving him a massage again. Besides, he didn't plan on losing.
"Fine. Go on then."
Malfoy smirked and slipped his wand back into his pocket. He took his turn to start the game and Harry concentrated on a plan. It didn't work the last time to go with the flow of things so he'd have to plan out his moves. The last time, Malfoy cornered him because he let him think he was safe by allowing him to move around and concentrate on the other neutral characters while he was setting up traps. This time, Harry would not only set up traps, but he had a different strategy in mind. He would let the blond think he was winning by sacrificing a few warriors by the time they entered the Heaven level. Then if he proceeded right he could make a deal with the vampire queen of the game but he wouldn't use her help until the Hell level. That way when they reached that level, Harry would hopefully have gained more power and favors even if Malfoy had more pieces. And then when the final battle came, he'd use the vampire queen's help to strengthen all his men.
As the game went on, Harry had to fix his strategy a little but otherwise it played out just as he wanted. It made him feel as smart as Tom Riddle, since the psychotic boy had obviously planned things out before taking any action. Malfoy was beyond pissed when the Hell level came and Harry's favor was out in the open. Although he tried defeating him by sacrificing some of his men and getting help from a dark creature, it wasn't enough. Harry smiled victoriously as one of his mages placed the two gems together and won the game.
Cursing loudly, Malfoy chugged the rest of his last bottle and proceeded on Harry's last bottle. Harry watched the blond drink the rest, noticing that both of them were fairly drunk but thankfully neither were too drunk. Malfoy was a bit more than he was, however.
"Let's get this over with, Potter!" the blond sneered, pushing up angrily from the table.
Harry felt exuberant as they made their way through the door. Draco obviously wasn't going to allow Harry to use his room there so they walked back down the hallway toward Harry's common room. Once they were in his room, Harry transfigured one of his quills into a bottle of lotion. He threw it toward Malfoy who caught it just barely, because of his drunken state, and snorted.
"This is all you have?"
"I don't need to use fancy things like you do," Harry countered, waving his wand so he was clad in only a towel.
The blond glared at him and reluctantly approached the bed as Harry lay down.
"Remember, Malfoy, put pressure on the muscles but not too much," Harry said, grinning.
"I'm not an imbecile, Potter," Malfoy drawled, though his words sounded a bit slurred. He still seemed quite drunk.
Harry just shrugged and put his head on his arms, much like Malfoy had done when their roles were reversed. His heart was hammering loudly in his chest and it only got worse when he felt his bed dip down further. The blond sat down and poured a bunch of the cold lotion onto his back. His fingers roughly smoothed it out but as more minutes of silence passed Malfoy eased up a bit. Harry let out a soft sigh as he realized he was pretty tense.
As Malfoy continued to move along his back and then down to his legs, Harry's stomach began fluttering again. He remembered what he had done during the massage for Malfoy and suddenly his cheeks heated up. Thankfully he was facing down and away from the other boy. He tried to stop thinking about it but it wouldn't leave his thoughts. And the more it burned in his thoughts, the more Harry realized that his body was slowly beginning to react.
Shit! If Malfoy notices…Shit, what do I do?
While Harry was inwardly panicking the blond roughly began shoving him to get him to turn over. Harry reacted instantly and jerked his arm, which accidentally knocked Malfoy in the face and caused him to sprawl on the bed on top of Harry's side.
"POTTER! What the hell is wrong with you?" Malfoy shouted, struggling to get up.
"You startled me," Harry said quickly.
Malfoy heaved himself up and glared down at him. "You're the one who asked for a massage! So turn over!"
The blond grabbed his arm to turn him all the way but Harry panicked.
"NO!" he shouted suddenly turning his body too fast.
His leg came up and accidentally kicked Malfoy, causing him to fall right on top of him. Their foreheads bonked together and Harry's heart just about stopped in his chest. His groin had been beginning to feel hot from the thoughts about accidentally brushing up against Malfoy's penis during the massage and now he was facing upward with Malfoy on top of him. What if he had an erection? He was so terrified he couldn't move for a few seconds. Malfoy groaned in pain and tried to raise himself up but he lacked good coordination.
"Potter, you imbecile!" Malfoy shouted, raising himself up.
Harry tried to move his legs so that he could turn over in case he did have an erection that showed through the towel, but he didn't realize how his legs were positioned. When he moved, his knee suddenly shoved up into Malfoy's crotch. That's when Harry's heart really stopped. Although it happened so fast, and the two of them were still drunk, Harry could clearly feel that Malfoy had a slight hard-on. It was so shocking to him that he just stared up at the other boy, forgetting all about the worry of his own body reacting.
The two locked eyes silently and neither one moved for a split second. Suddenly, Malfoy's eyes narrowed with pure hatred and his face reddened with anger. He shoved Harry away from it, nearly causing the other boy to roll off the bed. Harry caught himself and turned, watching as the blond jumped clumsily off the bed and stomped toward the door.
"Malfoy, stop!" Harry exclaimed suddenly, leaping off the bed as well.
He ran and just about tripped when he jumped in front of the door to stop the blond from leaving.
"MOVE POTTER!" Malfoy shouted, fumbling as he took out his wand.
"You're not done with the massage yet!" Harry exclaimed as his heart raced in his chest. His thoughts were racing so fast. Malfoy had an erection, he was quite sure. But if he had had it before the massage or not, Harry couldn't say but he didn't want Malfoy to leave.
In a drunken rage, the blond lunged at him and Harry reacted instinctually. Because Malfoy's reflexes were slower, Harry dodged his punch and then kicked up in the gut. Malfoy went flying backward and hit the desk. He lost balance from the force of Harry's kick and tripped, falling over. Malfoy's head banged against the desk as he crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain. Harry's heart nearly stopped when the blond didn't get up right away.
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, rushing over to him.
The blond had his eyes closed, but seemed to be conscious because he was groaning. Harry bent over him but Malfoy didn't open his eyes. Even though Harry was still drunk too he had enough sense to lift Malfoy up and place him on the bed.
"Malfoy," Harry said again, reaching out to press his hand against Malfoy's cheek.
The blond's cheek was hot but that was most likely because he had been drinking. Malfoy's eyebrows were furrowed, but he was breathing in and out like before. Harry looked down at him, with his blond hair in disarray around his face and his fair skin gleaming in the dim light. Harry found himself drawn to him again and instantly feelings like when he had almost kissed Malfoy surfaced again. He watched Malfoy's parted lips move ever-so-slightly and without even thinking Harry bent down and pressed his lips upon Malfoy's.
His lips were so soft and warm—they were so different from Blake's. Malfoy's smooth lips moved slightly at the feel of Harry's against his and suddenly Harry felt Malfoy's lips clamp onto his. They kissed and Harry heard the sound of their kiss that echoed softly in the room. A wave of excitement flooded him and Harry adjusted his position so that he was more comfortable, resting a hand by Malfoy's head and kissed him again. This time he pressed down more fervently, moving his lips over Malfoy's as he turned his head to get a better feel.
The blond responded without warning and opened his mouth against Harry's lips. And Harry felt a tongue slip inside his mouth and he groaned deeply, lying his body down partially on top of Malfoy's as he intensified the kiss, slipping his own tongue into the blond's mouth. He was reminded of their kiss at the party when Malfoy had grabbed him by the shirt and forced their lips together. That excitement flooded through him and he felt his body quickly becoming aroused. It was an intense arousal, much different than with Blake. Harry's heart was pounding and his body was becoming flushed and hot. Butterflies were squirming in his stomach and Harry pressed his chest against Malfoy's, keeping their tongues intertwined as their lips moved in a slow but passionate rhythm.
Harry heard a low groan from Malfoy and it only aroused him more. His intoxicated senses were only heightening his feelings and Harry felt the blond's hand suddenly grab behind his neck, forcing Harry's lips against his harshly. As they kissed, Harry felt his growing erection. Without thinking, he moved to lie on top of Malfoy, as he had done with Blake, and he felt something hard rub against his leg. Groaning, Harry moved his hand down Malfoy's chest as they kissed and his fingers brushed against the other boy's arousal. Malfoy groaned and broke the kiss, turning his head sideways. His eyes were still closed as Harry touched his crotch, squeezing the erection confined in his pants. He could already tell Malfoy's erection was becoming enlarged.
Harry raised himself up clumsily. He got off Malfoy, stumbling a bit and stared down at Malfoy's pants. Following the sensations he had when he experimented with Blake, Harry reached for the blond's pants and began to undo them. Malfoy groaned and lifted his hips. The pants were pulled off and Harry saw the engorged erection sticking out of the tight, short black briefs Malfoy was wearing. In a daze, Harry pulled down the briefs, feeling as his body's excitement increased. The erection was revealed and Harry stared at it, noticing its large length and the swollen tip. There were fair blond hairs at the base of it and it looked smooth, but engorged.
Harry reached toward it to touch it curiously and he wrapped his fingers around it. The blond moaned loudly and arched his hips up. Harry's own erection grew as he continued to stroke Malfoy's penis, hearing the moans and pleasured hisses coming from the blond. Harry moved his hand up and down Malfoy's shaft, squeezing occasionally. Suddenly, Malfoy's hands grabbed around Harry's neck, pulling him down roughly. The blond spread his legs and pushed Harry's face toward his crotch.
Harry was in a sort of trance as Malfoy thrust his hips toward him, causing the blond's erection to brush against his cheek. Malfoy groaned, throwing his head back again as he became lost in the desire. His drunken state had probably taken over, but Harry didn't even think about what he was doing as his eyes stared down at the bulging erection. The tip of the blond's erection was slightly pink and Malfoy was moving his hips, obviously signaling that he wanted something. Just seeing Malfoy's erection up close aroused him even more.
The blond groaned again and with his hand still on the back of Harry's neck pushed him down again. Harry's lips brushed across the tip of the erection and Malfoy moaned loudly, thrusting his hips upward. Harry was still in a daze, but his desire was consuming him. Still partly confused and yet aware of all the sensations, Harry slid the tip of Malfoy's erection into his mouth. Malfoy's hand slid up from his neck to his hair and he pulled on Harry's hair tightly as he moaned with pleasure.
Harry's eyes shut instantly as tingles of excitement and pleasure erupted in his stomach. Without realizing it, he let out a soft groan which vibrated around Malfoy's pulsing cock, causing the blond's hips to arch. He heard the loud groans from the blond, who had his eyes shut tightly and his mouth slightly parted. The blond was breathing deeply and Harry felt the sensitive skin of the pulsing member in his mouth. He bent forward until the whole thing was in his mouth (which was a little harder to fit than he thought) and suddenly sucked really hard.
The blond's hips jerked up off the bed and Harry just about gagged as the tip of his penis hit the back of his throat. Harry unconsciously moved his hands to Malfoy's hips to hold him down. As he began to suck consistently he felt his hair suddenly being pulled roughly and he groaned in pain, sending more vibrations around the pulsing cock. Malfoy groaned loudly, breathing harshly as well, and tugged Harry's hair again with his fingers. His knees had spread apart even wider but Harry didn't even notice as he continued to suck, feeling the organ in his mouth grow even bigger. It was incredibly arousing and Harry's own cock was releasing drops of pre-cum beneath the towel.
The two of them were already consumed by the euphoria as Harry continued to move his head up and down, feeling the cock at all angles in his mouth. Subconsciously, Harry inhaled the penis to the back of his throat as his tongue pushed up from underneath. Malfoy let out a shout and pulled on Harry's hair as he tried to thrust into his mouth. Harry had enough sense to keep the blond's hips down and continued sucking hard, creating pressure around the cock as he also moved back and forth. As he continued building up the pleasure, he rubbed his own erection against the towel, creating friction for himself.
Harry once more brought the pulsing organ to the back of his throat as he bobbed his head and sucked really hard. Soon, something hot and wet burst into his mouth and Malfoy groaned deeply, letting out a breathless pant. Suddenly, Harry felt his cock pulse as it released his orgasm just as Malfoy had finished his release in his mouth. He accidentally swallowed a little bit but pulled his mouth away out of instinct and spit the rest on the bed. Harry collapsed onto the bed still trying to blink out of his euphoric state. He unconsciously rolled onto his back and slung an arm over his eyes as his erratic breathing began to calm.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there, breathing heavily with his arm over his arms and his legs bent. Finally, Harry uncovered his eyes, blinking out of his daze. He stared up at the dark ceiling and as the aftermath of his orgasm died down he connected everything with his mind.
"Oh fuck," Harry said as he wiped his mouth.
He knew what had happened—he was aware of everything, but his intoxicated mind had taken over. His defenses had been weakened due to the alcohol and he had just reacted and he was sure the same thing had happened to Malfoy. Harry suddenly jolted up and turned his head. The blond was gone. There was an imprint in the bed where he had been lying while Harry was pleasuring him but no other sign. Sometime after Harry had lay down the blond had gotten up and left without Harry realizing it. What had he thought? Had he broken out of his drunken state and realized what Harry had done? How could he not…although he had been drunk it wasn't like he wouldn't remember what happened. Both of them knew what happened, but Harry wasn't sure how Malfoy would react.
Groaning, Harry summoned his wand and cleaned himself up and any messes on the bed. He hit his head against the headboard of his bed several times. His revelation had proved to be true—he was attracted to Malfoy. For some reason, even before Harry knew he was gay, he had developed some feeling for the blond. Was it just a physical desire—pent-up sexual frustration? After all, Blake had more than hinted that they could further before he left, but Harry hadn't been interested at all. So why was it different with Malfoy?
Harry was too tired to try and figure it out and all he wanted to do was build his self a hole to crawl into. Malfoy would no doubt remember everything…and then what? He couldn't possibly face the other boy now. Wishing he could suddenly disappear, Harry reluctantly pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep, still wearing the towel.
TO BE CONTINUED…
To Reviewers:
Redmeadow: Oh yeah, I understand. Don't worry, no more girls will be with Harry, lol! And you got some Draco/Harry action too!
DestinyEntwinements: Thank you! :-)
Tiger Eye2: Well Harry needed someone to experiment with. Blake was a good transition for Harry to Draco, I thought. :-)
The Earth Mystic: Perhaps they did, but at the same time Harry's desires have already been released. He can get aroused just like any other teen now and Blake just helped him come to terms with that. :-) It may have pushed Harry's boundaries a little, but he was curious. And now our lovely Draco knows he's the BJ king. Lol! Oh yes, the homophobes! Well, Ginny was one, obviously—well kind of. She's just a hater, really. And there ARE people in the school who are homophobic, just like in every place, but Harry doesn't notice this because none of them would have the guts to approach him. He is famous after all. But there will be something interesting that comes up. We haven't seen the last of angry-Ginny or Rita Skeeter. :-)
Potterluvva: Yes, our little Ginny is very slutty, isn't she? Well, she has wanted Harry for a very long time now and she's pissed she didn't get to have him all the way, if you get my drift. Oh yes, I've been updating pretty good lately! It's only taken me about two days this time! I'll update asap!
Seraphim9: Thanks so much! I'm so glad you like this! Yes, I know people wanted Harry with Draco right away, but that just didn't seem realistic to me. I mean, Harry's not going to realize he likes his arch-rival right away and I thought giving him a little experience with someone else was necessary. But you did get some action between them in this! I'll update asap!
Inner Self: Lol! Well, I actually have this whole story planned out already. That's most likely why I've been able to update so quickly. The ideas just all come to me, since I wrote an outline. But, we probably do think alike! You've been guessing some pretty close things already! Oh, I don't know if I have a rep, lol! If I do, I hope it's good. :-)
Skittlelove: Oh good! I'm glad you like the Blake/Harry. I know you're probably dying for some more Draco/Harry though. Lol! Don't worry, it will come! And of course I'll update asap!
FairyDust353: Thank you! I'm really glad you like it so far! I've been updating pretty fast so I should be able to post another chapter within the next one to two days. :-)
C.Khafre: Oh yes, have no fear! Blake has served his purpose now! :-) More Draco/Harry action isn't too far away! I shall update just as quickly!
Meka: Hehehe, thanks! I'm so glad you like Blake. He's served his purpose now. Yes, Draco is supposed to be sketchy so I'm glad you noticed. More of his feelings will be shown to Harry later on and it will be easier to see how he thinks (once Harry realizes it) but they still have a little ways to go. :-) Lol! I thought that was obvious already, but I suppose if you'd like me to tell you to make you feel better: Yes, Harry is going to be the bottom. :-)
Tgkur: Awwww, thanks so much! That is like the best compliment! Actually, it helps that I have this story all planned out already. Although some ideas change as I write each chapter, I have an outline and I pretty much know how it's going to end. But don't worry, there's still a short ways to go. :-) I shall continue to update quickly!
Mrs-tw: Lol! Well, I hope you liked the Draco/Harry-ness! I know it was mild, but there's more to come! And yes, I will continue to update quickly! Thanks! :-)
GreenEyedCatDragon: Yes, confusion is so much fun to toy with, lol! I know it's hard to see how Draco thinks right now, but once Harry starts figuring out the blond I'm sure you will too. :-) His feelings are a bit hidden, but Harry should help that. And Blake has served his purpose now. I shall update very shortly!
Jeje: I'm so glad you liked it! There's much more hot-ness to come! Lol!
Pixie9: Lol! Thank you! I'm glad that I'm keeping up the suspense alright. I like to keep readers guessing too. But don't worry, I'll continue to update fast so it won't be bugging you to know what happens.
wIthOUt A nAmE: Oh that's alright! Don't worry about catching me every time I update! I'm really glad you liked Remus. He hasn't completely disappeared either. And I promise much more Draco/Harry action soon.