Draco was walking around the Quidditch field, collecting sweaty and smelly uniforms, jockstraps and socks. This was his punishment for playing nasty pranks on the other teams. He thought they were funny, but the coach and some of the students didn't. He was also the only one being punished, even though other Slytherins had joined in on the fun. Leave it to the coach to punish and torment only one student. Father should hear about this, he thought to himself, but he dismissed it rather quickly when the stench of the uniforms crawled up his nose again. Bloody disgusting!
Draco made his way to the locker rooms, where he would dispose of the uniforms, if you could still call them that. "Fucking assholes, leaving a goddamn mess in the fucking locker room." He mumbled under his breath, making his way to the showers. He fucking hated cleaning up after other people, almost as much as he hated thinking about how fucking dirty the locker room got after everyone had showered, changed, and headed back to their dorms. He had discovered things that he never dreamed of seeing ever in his life but alas he did and it made him gag.
As Draco turned the corner, heading towards the showers, he heard one of the showerheads running. Well, someone was still here, he thought, probably making a fucking mess as usual. If it was a Griffindor or a Hufflepuff, he was about to rip them a new one for leaving their nasty ass pubes on the fucking benches. The Ravenclaws didn't bother him at all, because most of them had some sort of phobia or OCD, so they always left the locker and shower rooms sparkling clean. Lifting his gaze from the floor, his eyes fell on someone he had not been expecting.
Harry usually was one of the first people to shower and get out of the locker room since he didn't vibe well with the aggressive "locker room" energy and he would meet up with Weasel and Granger right away. But there he was, showering with nobody else in the area and… Oh. OH. He wasn't just showering. He was… um…
The black haired boy had one hand flat up against the wall, head down as he let the water run through his hair, weight slightly shifted to one side, and his other hand stroking his cock. He had a tight grip. His hips slowly thrusting forward and backward.
Draco opened his mouth on instinct to yell at his rival but shut it directly after, more out of shock and blindsightedness than anything else. He was gagged. Fucking Harry, was jerking off in the communal shower. He expected this sort of behavior from Weasel, maybe even Seamus on occasion but HARRY?
He was staring at Harry without blinking and he felt a rush of warmth throughout his body. Below his Quidditch uniform, Draco felt his cock twitch in interest. What? No. Absolutely not.
He was not about to get hard because of that shitty nerd. No matter how tight and perky his ass looked as he thrust gently into his hand. Or… how sexy the water looked running off his toned back muscles. Or… how thick and juicy that throbbing cock was. He also seemed to have the perfect set of balls too. Had he always been packing this much? Aaannnnndd boner alert.
Fuck.
Draco stepped quietly to the side so he was hugging the wall and let his hand travel down to palm himself through the shorts. He was rubbing his bulge slowly without breaking his stare at Harry. If Harry was just going to do that in public, where anyone could see, what was the harm in taking care of the problem he'd caused? Fucking Potter and his perfect ass, perfect cock and perfect set of balls! He rubbed harder at his bulge with his one hand, while the other slowly pulled down his shorts.
Yeah… that's the rationale we're going with.
Slowly and careful not to make any noise, Draco untied his shorts from his waist and wrapped his hand around his hardening cock, stroking it slowly. He bit his lip to prevent any noises from slipping out. Why did this feel so much better than usual?
Draco kept pumping his now rock hard erection, finding himself matching the strokes of his bathroom counterpart. Gently, he rubbed the tip, now dripping with precum. It was so wet and sticky. Draco licked the precum off of his finger and moaned ever so quietly. He wasn't going to last very long like this, he thought. Luckily it seemed like Harry was also nearing his orgasm as his strokes became quicker and more furious. Unlike Draco, Harry thought he was alone so as he neared his end, Draco caught subdued whimpers and moans escaping the Potter's lips.
Fuck! That's so hot! Draco bit down hard on his knuckles as he continued to beat his dick with the same feverish pace, feeling a knot building in his stomach. He watched with hooded eyes as Harry groaned one final time, coming all over his hand and the shower floor as he stroked himself through his orgasm. His groan still echoed through the room afterwards.
Fuck. Draco was so close. But he couldn't risk Harry turning around to see him, as much as he wanted to keep watching. So, swiftly, Draco stepped behind the wall again, hiding himself from view and milking his cock for all he had. He spit one last time onto his throbbing cock for some more lube and...finally cumming harder than he'd cum in a while…
All over the wall…and floor. Goddammit. He licked his hands clean and pulled his shorts back up. Fucking Potter...
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Now he was going to have to clean this up too. At least it had been worth it.