The Social Riot Machines – Chapter Sixteen (Lemon warning!)
To say Harry was nervous was an understatement at very best. At worst, it was an outright fib. All of the acts before Mortal Enemies had been superb, their music virtually oozed experience. If Harry was being entirely honest with himself -which of course he was not, who is ever completely honest with their own conscious?- he was absolutely shitting proverbial bricks. He knew they at the very least had the aesthetics side of their music down to a T. He was aware of the odd looks they had been receiving for the duration of the other students' performances, but Harry was sure that was because the others had only experienced western rock, at most, glam rock. Required Malfunction on the other hand, sat somewhere between western style rock, and Japanese style rock, thanks to the influence of their resident Thai but raised in Japan vocalist. Visual Kei, to give the genre its correct name, had a very high emphasis on the visual side of the performance, although the quality of the music was quite often excellent too.
His hair, which up until that point had remained black (through the use of copious amounts of temporary black dye) was now what could only be described as turquoise, no more than turquoise, it was electric turquoise, and was fairly punishing to look at for any length of time. He hadn't intended for the colour to be quite so vibrant as it was. It had taken some extremely heavy persuasion to get Draco to go 'pillar box red' but Harry assured the blonde that it was surely better than the famously bright pink hair of X-Japan guitarist hide, though he was secretly very much determined to coax the blonde into that shade at some point in the near future.
By contrast, Draco seemed as chilled out as ever, though Harry hoped he was nervous too, overconfidence led to accidents and the like. In Harry's humble opinion, Draco looked exquisite, his legs were encased in leather look trousers, whether they were real or not, Harry wasn't quite sure, and he wore a plain white school shirt, in a divine nod to the Hogwarts uniform. As Harry fiddled with his guitar, making sure the correct spells were in place on the right strings, Draco had the confident, slightly arrogant and downright bored air of only the truly best rockers.
As soon as he was ready he began the introductory riff, his fingers dancing across the fretboard in a way that to him seemed fairly elegant and practised, though Jake would most likely easily detect the strain his hand was going through. On his cue Draco started his aggressive, ragged and downright rude verbal assault.
Draco had obviously been practising a great deal since the last time Harry had heard the song, as the words flowed seamlessly from his lips, slightly embellished with the occasional scream or other interesting voice effect. Overall, Harry was incredibly impressed. The performance as it stood halfway through certainly warranted a reward, and a particularly good one for that matter. When it came to the bits that were extremely ambiguous in nature, Draco didn't bat an eyelid. Harry had intended for the song to be about his guilt for humiliating the boy, but it had ended up encompassing his growing desire for the blonde, as well as his pre-existing feelings for Jake and the lewd thoughts that kept cropping up in his head about the both of them. There was a ripple of laughter at one line in particular, but thankfully the blonde took it in his stride and carried on, as each second went by he earned more and more respect from Harry.
It was during this performance that Harry realised he had severely underestimated Draco's vocal talent, and wondered if the others had seen it in its full glory whilst the blonde had practised with them that one time.
Just as Harry thought his hand would seize, the song ended, and he gratefully departed the stage flexing his fingers as he went, trying to alleviate the intense pain.
None of the acts that followed them were quite as aurally abusive, but there was without a shadow of a doubt years of training in some of their voices.
Whilst Jake and Professor Snape where deliberating over the acts, many of the class appeared to compliment both Harry and Draco, which Harry was very pleased about, as many of them -up until that point- believed Draco was there for some malevolent reason, and hadn't said a word to him. Granted, Harry and Draco didn't practise at all in the classroom, as they had wanted their act to be a complete surprise both to their peers and also to Jake. Harry had virtually no input from anyone else in the band over the song he had composed, he had done the entire thing himself, and although it was a fairly rushed job, he thought it had sounded good. He was anxious to hear the results however.
It was in fact Harry that had suggested the third place prize, for the competition, a large bag of fruit flavoured hard-boiled sweets, he sincerely hoped that they would at least place third, if not, Harry was going to have to think of some other way to reward Draco.
Although, he mused, if they didn't place at all, did that count as a spectacular performance? Did it really warrant a reward?
Harry believed that for his first performance, yes, it most certainly needed a reward, seeing as Draco had done so well.
Eventually Jake took his place on the impromptu stage, and grinning widely at them all, began his speech.
"First of all, all of you did so well, that Professor Snape and I have had to make a few tough decisions. There are a few things that I would like to acknowledge beforehand. As previously mentioned, you were all so good that this was an extremely tough choice.
"The second thing that I want to address is audience etiquette. It is exponentially rude to laugh during a performance! I am of course talking about the Mortal Enemies performance. It takes a lot of courage to stand up here on this stage and sing something like that. If I hear it again, for any performance, I am going to start taking house points away from you."
Harry took a sidelong glance at Draco to see the boy's reaction, but the other had his eyes closed, and wasn't paying a great deal of attention to anything. Harry guessed the stress had worn him out.
"Onwards! In third place, is Mortal Enemies! Harry, where in the world did you conjure that song from?" Jake asked jokingly. "I've never heard it before! Congratulations, you and sleeping beauty over their win a bag of sherbet lemons!"
Jake tossed the bag of yellow sweets to Harry, who caught them and stowed them away in his guitar case. They would come in very handy later that evening. Draco either chose to ignore the proceedings, or continued sleeping, Harry wasn't sure which.
"Second place, we have Luna Lovegood for her interesting acoustic spin on a pretty heavy song, well done, you've earned some Honeydukes chocolate!"
There was a spattering of applause for the eccentric blonde girl.
Harry zoned out completely after that he wasn't really interested in anything else, he had obviously achieved what he had been aiming for.
The class was dismissed, and Harry managed to convince Draco to help him move some of his personal belongings from the music room, and from his dormitory to Jake's quarters. He had decided it would be much safer if his personal possessions were somewhere no one else had access too. As he put his more feminine articles in the wardrobe, he contemplated what he could do to Draco. Finally, after around five minutes of planning, he had what he believed to be a decent idea.
He turned around, and found that Draco was laying on the bed, fast asleep. Briefly, he wondered if it was fair to deploy his rather devious reward at that moment in time, if he had to guess, he'd probably say that the Slytherin had been so nervous and or excited about performing that he hadn't been able to sleep the previous evening.
Harry draped himself over the Slytherin, and without giving the other much time to consider the situation, pressed his lips against Draco's. They were soft, warm and pliant against his own, and he revelled in the velvety texture. The blonde came to his senses in a tantalising slow manner, and Harry hoped that it could continue for a little longer, he enjoyed kissing people, he had discovered that summer. Draco's fingers dug into Harry's shoulders painfully as their lips became slicker and slicker from their shared saliva. Without warning, they rolled, and Harry found himself pinned to the bed. For reasons he couldn't explain -he probably could've if he was being entirely honest with himself- it was fairly arousing, being pinned to his boyfriend's bed, by someone that most certainly was not his boyfriend, but with his boyfriend's consent. What was more, was the fact that Draco appeared to have stopped caring about what was happening, and had begun asserting some form of control. Harry didn't know how long they were at it, but when they were eventually pulled apart, both the Slytherin and the Gryffindor were wearing substantially less clothing than they had been when it all started.
"Okay," Jake announced, having evidently deemed it time to intervene. "I think you've gone well beyond the realm of rewarding, and are now in the dimension of 'hey this is fun, let's continue' and since you're both rather scantily clad, and in my bed at that, I'm going to take full advantage of the situation."
Both Harry and Draco stared as Jake stripped out of his uniform. Harry expected him to stop at his underwear, but he was wrong. Harry decided his predicament was not being helped in the slightest. The bassist crawled between the pair, and lay down, pulling both of the younger boys close to him. Initially, Draco protested, but seemed to find it difficult to consistently object to being in a warm, secure embrace. The scent of the pair engulfed Harry as he drifted into slumber.
Consciousness battered Harry into wakefulness long before either of the other two, the next morning. He had completely forgotten that they had extra company -being unable to see the Slytherin due to his poor eye-sight- and so slid his fingers over Jake's thigh, trying to rouse the Ravenclaw. He hoped it was at least half an hour before breakfast. Otherwise whatever they got up to would likely be fast, rough and rather haphazard. Not that Harry had a problem with that. Unable to resist any longer, he wrapped his calloused digits around Jake's cock and caressed the silky soft flesh. As soon as he heard the breathless moans from somewhere above his head, he knew the other was awake. Without pausing to consider the previous evening, he sat up and manoeuvred himself until he was laying between Jake's parted legs. Enthusiastically, he set to work on making the bassist writhe from pleasure, licking the length of his cock from base to tip, savouring the salty tang of the flesh under his tongue. There were times where Harry was not a patient person, and for better or worse, his impatience usually peaked when the situation involved Jake's cock. It wasn't long before he couldn't wait any more, and took pretty much the entire length into his mouth. At times he hated his impatience, other times, he couldn't care less. When he looked back on the morning retrospectively, he was sure that Jake had waited until the most embarrassing moment possible to point out Draco was still in their bed.
"How much time do we have before class?" Harry asked as he wriggled out of his boxers.
"About an hour," Jake replied. Harry could hear the amusement in the other's voice, but had assumed it was because he was being an over-eager cock-whore again. "Plenty of time to take it slow."
Harry almost growled in frustration.
"It's been too fucking long since we've done it hard," Harry tried not to whine, but he knew he wasn't doing a particularly good job.
"You want me to fuck you, right here, right now, as hard as I can, yes?" Jake could be infuriating at times.
"Yes! Where else are you going to fuck me? On the living room ceiling? Now!"
"As you wish." Harry could hear the suppressed laughter in the other's voice, but brushed it off. It was far too early in the morning to care about what Jake found amusing. Jake pushed Harry down onto the bed, and didn't give him another opportunity to object. Not that Harry wanted to.
Jake's length slid inside him easily enough, and he gasped sharply, the exceptional sensation of fullness was almost too much for so early in the morning, but he held onto his will. Within mere seconds he was squirming delightedly, as Jake's thrusts became harder and faster, obscenities and moans tumbling from his lips in an uncontrolled fashion.
"Draco seems to be enjoying the show."
Alarmed, Harry reached for his glasses, which he couldn't remember taking off the previous evening, and shoved them onto his face. Sure enough, the Slytherin came into focus. After a moment's deliberation, Harry motioned for the blonde to move closer. A surprised expression flickered over Draco's features, but he obliged anyway.
"Let me get on my side," Harry requested, although it was a little hard with the force he was being pounded with.
After a few moments of repositioning, Harry decided they were good to continue. He now had ample chance to ravage Draco's lips and plunder his mouth, and it was easy enough to pump the other's cock in time to Jake's manic thrusting. As good as Jake's rhythm was on a bass, it was non-existent in bed, which was usually pretty interesting.
It wasn't long before Draco gained confidence and wrapped his own fingers around Harry's cock, and Harry was positive he was the loudest out of the three, he couldn't control his moans, no matter how hard he tried.
It was the first time Harry experienced what he had heard Matt or Paul describe as a toe-curling orgasm, his back arched and his toes curled as he came, clinging onto Draco for dear life. Draco followed shortly, his seed coating Harry's hand and abdomen, and he could only groan when Jake's hot cum spurted into him.
He relaxed, but it didn't last long. Before he had any real chance to gather his bearings, Jake darted to the bathroom, inhaler in hand. Draco sat up and observed worriedly.
"Is he okay?"
Harry considered the possibilities carefully.
"Asthma's always worse in the mornings, and exercise definitely doesn't help. I think he just wants to be near the loo in case he can't get the coughing under control. Hold on, let me go check," he offered. He realised that Draco wasn't used to living with someone who had a chronic illness. He pulled on a pair of boxers, he wasn't sure whose they were and made his way into the bathroom.
"I think we might have a problem," Jake rasped as he perched on the edge of the bath.
"We're enjoying Draco way too much?"
"You're enjoying him way too much you mean, I haven't had much of a chance yet," he laughed breathlessly. "...I don't want to leave him alone," Jake admitted quietly.
"I don't either..." Harry agreed softly.
:D So I think you now get where I was going with this story? I've been hinting at it for a few chapters now :D Enjoy.
Also the references to Visual Kei, once again are to my knowledge correct. X-Japan did have a guitarist called hide, and that was the way he stylised his name, I'm not just forgetting to capitalise, and he really did have bright pink hair :D
One last thing! I think my writing style has changed slightly, and considering I haven't read anything over the last few months except for Frankenstein, Northanger Abbey, some Aristophanes, The Iliad, and Macbeth... OH and 1Q84 (Haruki Murakami) blame one of them... I think Murakami is probably the culprit, he's got quite a dry humour in his novels at times.
Let me know what you think of this new style!