A/N: This contains sexual content, just FYI. So, enjoy! Or don't, but who doesn't enjoy some sex? Mm?

Junoesque

By Little-Hufflepuff

Chapter | FIVE

Draco's car smelt of leather upholstery and citrus and exclusively too much like Draco in Harry's opinion, it was a nice car and Harry was beginning to wonder if everyone at Junoesque Headquarters owned an expensive car. He guessed they probably did.

"Do you want the heater on? You can't be warm enough in those clothes." Draco said and didn't wait for a reply from Harry before turning on the heater. Harry smiled in thanks and almost giggled when Draco grinned back. Gods. Do. Not. Giggle. It's not manly!

"It's a nice car." Harry closed his eyes at his lame attempt at starting a conversation, however Draco didn't seem to notice and answered brightly.

"I got it last year; it's a brilliant car – extremely reliable and great to screw people in." Harry coughed and choked on his tongue. His palms were suddenly quite sweaty. Draco was smiling cheekily.

"I was joshing, Harry. Well, partly. It isn't heaps reliable but very spacious for fucking pretty boys in." And once again Draco had Harry blushing from head to toe with his words.

Harry squeaked out a small 'oh' before focusing on the passing buildings. Draco sniggered softly but held his tongue, if only for Harry's benefit.

The rest of the drive was mostly silent aside from Draco and Harry's wordless fighting over which radio station to play. After half an hour of switching back and forth Harry settled and allowed Draco to have his way. It wasn't his car so he shouldn't really be fighting over the music choice.

They reached Harry's house by five in the evening, the sun almost fully resting under the horizon. Feeling unsure of how to thank Draco Harry offered the blond to come in for a coffee. It didn't really surprise him when Draco declined his offer – it was getting late after all, however the burn of rejection stung at his eyes and before Harry could escape from the car his eyes had become over bright. This didn't go unnoticed by his boss.

Draco shifted in his seat, unbuckling his seat belt he leaned in closer towards Harry. Harry repressed a shiver at the warm breath against his neck. "It's not that I don't want to, love. It's simply because if I did you'd wake tomorrow deflowered and completely mine." Harry made to shrug off the words, but ended up gasping softly when Draco abruptly moved closer and licked a wet trail up his neck.

"Why's that bad?" Harry said breathlessly. Draco sucked on his pulse point, the hot, wet mouth made Harry tremble with a flame of rapid desire and he didn't care that it was his boss making him feel this way, or that his boss was a man or that this was happening all so suddenly. It just felt too fucking good. And hells it was only a few words!

Draco hummed and replied softly, his voice husky and low, "Don't tempt me, Harry. I have very little self control." The tone and words made Harry's body heat with want and his groin was beginning to harden.

"Oh Gods," whispered Harry a mess of incoherent thought and dazed pleasure. How could Draco make him feel so good with out touching his body?

Draco drew back a few inches and lifted his eyes to look at Harry, his grey eyes hidden by the black of his pupils, "You should go inside; you deserve a rest after today." Harry nodded in agreement then realized what he was doing he shook his head hastily.

"Stay," he murmured and licked his lips, "Stay with you." If Draco had been a weaker man he would have succumbed to the boy's wanton words and explored all of the slim body with hands and tongue and teeth. He had some control however and shook his head, gently pushing away.

"Not tonight, hon." Harry huffed and slouched in his seat, then pointed to his pants, Draco followed the gesture to find Harry's cargo's tented.

"Can't you fix it? You made it." Harry said with a pout and Draco's resolve stretched then snapped like a taunt rubber band.

Licking his all of a sudden dry lips Draco smirked at Harry, with sure actions he ran his fingertips lightly down Harry's chest causing a moan of appreciation to spill from bitten lips. Harry arched into the feather light touch and keened for more.

Draco's hand came to a stop just before the tented erection. And Gods Harry couldn't stand that teasing smile on pale lips, throwing his dignity away Harry lifted his hips and muttered a 'please' to Draco, attempting to grind his erection into the blonds palm.

"Beautiful," whispered Draco into Harry's ear and Harry melted under the soft nip to the shell of his ear. "So fucking beautiful." Draco's fingers skilfully undid the button of Harry's pants and Harry was breathless with yearning.

Draco rubbed soft circles over the tented cloth, his touch gentle and almost hesitant as if he thought Harry would change his mind or break or come – or something.

"Please more, Draco – touch me more." Harry knew he was making little sense, his mind knew what he wanted to convey but his lips were a quivering mess and his tongue felt stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Draco rubbed harder, applying just the right amount of pressure and Harry groaned in response, bucking his hips forward and humping against the large palm. His fingers digging into the leather seat almost painfully.

Vaguely Harry felt Draco's eyes on him, studying him so hard Harry could feel the smoulder of his gaze. "No one – haven't been touched by – gods yes, harder."

Draco stopped and Harry almost sobbed at the loss of contact, "No one's ever what?" questioned Draco, his voice was gruff and raw with lust. Harry was pushing his hips up demanding Draco's touch but the blond just captured Harry's hips and held the boy still, waiting for an answer.

Harry threw his head from side to side and mewled, "Don't stop." He whined and looked up at Draco with wide eyes. Draco bent forward and nipped Harry's collarbone in an act to soothe the lustful boy.

"Answer the question, love – then I'll finish you off."

Harry nodded his concurrence and answered hastily, desperate for more touching. "Haven't been touched by anyone before, can you go now?"

Draco smiled and licked his lips slowly. "You've only ever touched yourself? Haven't you ever been with anyone before?"

Harry pouted his bottom lip, "No, haven't been with anyone – Draco, please." And that was all it took, Draco shimmed in his seat and crouched lower before slipping his hand into Harry's pants and taking the hard erection in his hand carefully. Harry was a moaning mess and all he could do was encourage the blond to continue and buck into the warm, dry palm that felt so fucking good.

"Mmm," Harry throatily groaned when Draco twisted his hand and rubbed his thumb over the sensitive head of Harry's cock, Draco repeated the action a few more times before being pulled close to Harry by insistent hands.

Harry wanted to touch the blond, to explore his body but the most he could do was cuddle Draco close as the man brought him to his climax with firm strokes and twists of his hand against Harry's throbbing shaft. His orgasm coiled in his stomach at first, making Harry squirm at the feeling and then his whole body was ablaze with heat and pleasure. Harry pressed into Draco's hand and held him tightly until the gratification passed.

Draco fisted Harry's softening cock a few more times drawing a small whimper from Harry and milking the last of the boy's cum from him. Harry watched with lidded eyes as Draco lifted his hand and sucked each finger into his mouth in turn, cleaning them of Harry's essence. Harry's body hummed with delight and he grinned up at Draco, who returned the gesture softly before whispering; "You had better get some sleep," Harry looked down at the bulge in Draco's pants.

"What about you?" he asked and watched Draco touch his own erection through the fabric of his slacks and wink.

"I'll deal with it, you go inside. I'll see you Monday. Enjoy your weekend." And with that Harry was gently ushered out of the car, dishevelled and replete and feeling utterly venerable and slightly used – even if he'd been the one to get off.

DM/HP

Pancakes were in order when Harry stumbled in through his front door, tripping into the hallway in his haste to get his hands on his phone – upon reaching the bench and ripping open his backpack Harry retrieved his mobile and set to work on making pancakes and listening to the dial tone.

"You've reached Resident Bitch, how may I hinder you?"

Snorting Harry poured the pre-made pancake batter into the heating pan, "You're an idiot, Ammy." He told the girl who to her credit took the playful insult well and laughed it off.

"What's news?" she settled for saying, Harry sighed melodramatically and scratched at the gooey mixture that was sticking to the bottom of the pan with his spatula.

"I have a confession to make." He said quietly.

"I'm Resident Bitch, Harry – not Resident Priest,"

Harry made a odd noise in the throat that not even he could describe and before he could exercise any self restraint his words were rushing from his lips, "I let Draco jerk me off in his car and I think I'm jealous of Ana and Cormac and I met someone from GrossierGlam with real pretty eyes – and oh my god, I shouldn't think that 'cause it was a guy and Amsen – I'm just so confused."

Silence.

Harry furrowed his brows and tightened his grip on the spatula handle. His heart threw itself against his ribs in a mixture of edginess and receding lust.

Amsen huffed out her breath slowly, exhaling a sigh noisily with a mouthful of air. "Okay so let me get this straight. You done gay things with your boss, you're envious of Ana and Cormac, who are…? And you find someone's eyes pretty. This is a big deal why?"

Harry leaned the small of his back against the kitchen counter, swallowing thickly he replied.

"For one thing, Amsen – Draco is a man, a m-a-l-e. That means I let a man bring me off," rubbing a palm down his face Harry breathed steadily, "Ana is the new assistant and Cormac is Draco's not-boyfriend and gods – I'm just so –"

"Confused." Amsen interjected. "So you have mentioned. A little bit of friendly advice Champ – if a guy like Draco Malloy,"

"Malfoy…" Harry supplied weakly but was flicked off.

"If he gives you a hand job I'd say that's a score for you – any guy or girl would give their right arm for some sexy time with the man, he's sass on legs. Also if he gave you said hand job why are you jealous of Ana and Not-Boyfriend?"

Harry slumped down to the floor and rested his back painfully against the jutting handle of the counters cupboard, "I don't know why I am. I just – well, I need time to think."

From the other end of the line Amsen could be heard settling into her leather armchair – the noises from the leather apparent even when the girl spoke up, "Well you have all weekend, Harry. I don't get why this is such a big deal. I've known you were gay for a while now."

Harry choked on the girl's words and sat forward. "What? What do you mean gay, I'm not – I'm – no! Amsen that's so – you've got it all wrong." Harry waved the spatula around his head as he spoke as if the action would help him prove his point, "I'm not gay."

Amsen was quiet for all of a second. "Denial isn't your colour, my sweet little sodomite," she said softly and if Harry didn't know her better he would think she was showing sympathy toward him. "Now I suggest you sleep on it and ring me when you agree with me."

"About being gay?" Harry exclaimed with aversion. Amsen hummed.

"Yes, about being gay." And with that said she hung up but not before blowing a raucous kiss into the phone.

Harry sighed and groaned simultaneously sounding like a fog horn, he grinned at the thought before sniffing the air – it smelt burnt and – oh shit! The pancakes.

Rushing to his feet Harry turned off the heat and attempted to salvage his meal.

DM/HP

Saturday dawned as a bloody awful day. Thick sheets of rain pounded against the window waking Harry from his rather odd dream of a talking piece of toast and a bubblegum haired Amsen, frowning he bunched the covers up under his chin and huffed refusing to get out of bed for anything – not even to piss, which incidentally he needed to and bad. But the warmth of his bed cradled him and he soon drifted back into uneasy, fitful sleep.

What seemed like moments after Harry had closed his eyes, but was probably more verging on a hour, his phone rang; his house phone. The shrill was tone aggravating enough to force Harry out of bed.

Stomping down the hallway and ignoring the cold floorboards underfoot Harry snatched the phone off the small dresser and answered with a curt, "What?'" after which he flushed and stammered out an apology.

"Did I wake you?" Draco said smoothly from the other end of the line, sounding every bit awake and pristine as Harry imagined him to be at a time of six thirty in the morning.

"No," Harry automatically lied for what reason he wasn't sure. The small chuckle from Draco's end told of the blonds disbelief.

"Of course I didn't wake you, no, you are generally cranky all the time and your voice is always husky with sleep now isn't it?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Okay, you caught me. You woke me up. Who calls someone at such a time anyway?" Harry said and slumped against the wall as he spoke. The cold plaster bit at his skin.

Draco could be heard shuffling around his house, or so Harry presumed, Draco could have been at anyone's house; after all he was, as Amsen had stated, sass on legs.

Harry's stomach tightened and he refused to entertain the thought of Draco leaving him after what had happened just to go fuck some easy slut to rid himself of an erection – an erection Harry had helped make. It was Harry's job to fix it not some whores.

Draco's voice was gentle in asking if Harry was still on the line, clearly Harry had floated a bit too far down the stream of his thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm here." Mumbled Harry and shuffled into the living room, the carpet was a relief to his feet and much warmer.

"Good, and as for my calling so early, I was wondering if you wanted to have breakfast with me today."

Draco didn't elaborate, Harry figured he must have asked heaps of people he had courted out for breakfast or lunch or so on – the man had no reason for thinking he'd be shot down or – wait. Did Harry just think of Draco as courting him?

Swearing softly under his breath Harry switched on his little heater and sat in his favourite armchair, warming his feet and legs.

"I'd understand if you'd rather not. The weather is dismal today." Draco spoke up after Harry's silence stretched a little longer.

Harry's eyes went wide and he hurriedly straightened out Draco's obvious conclusion that Harry wasn't interested, "I was thinking," he said and then realized how terrible it sounded.

Truth be told his mind had been made up the moment the questions had left Draco's tongue; Harry needn't think twice on the subject.

"I want to have breakfast with you, It'd be – ah – nice," okay not so smooth there Harry. "I don't have much in the house that appeals for breakfast anyway." Harry snapped his mouth shut and berated himself on making it seem like going out with Draco was all because he didn't have anything to eat at home – as if Draco was some second option for him and that wasn't true. Not in the least. "What I mean is that maybe eating you – fuck – eating with you and oh gods –" Harry broke off midsentence and covered his eyes with his palm, hiding from his embarrassing slip up and from his lack of elegance when accepting a simple offer for breakfast. He was a complete fool.

Draco chuckled for a long moment. "You can eat me, love, but only after we've had breakfast. Cum first thing in the morning on an empty stomach isn't always pleasant." Draco's tone was silky and gentle and Harry didn't care about the implication of the words. He didn't even blush upon replying.

"Great, sounds good," he said cheerfully and was pleased to note the stunned silence from Draco's end, "Pick me up? I don't have a clue where you live."

"Be there at quarter passed seven," Draco said. "And promise me you'll wear something warmer then cargos and a T-shirt? I enjoy being a gentleman but I'd very much like to keep my coat to myself in case I catch a chill."

Harry smiled; giddy that Draco even considered lending him his coat if it got too frosty. "I'll put on my warmest jacket and boots – oh and mittens and a scarf and leg warmers." Harry said seriously and gained a small snort of laughter from Draco before they said their goodbyes.

Once the line went dead Harry dropped the phone like it had scorched him and bolted for his bedroom throwing off his pyjamas while mid-run.

It took him all of ten minutes to get dressed and he had spent a good five of those minutes staring at his image in the mirror, contemplating whether he looked reasonable. All he had to do when he was satisfied was wait for Draco to arrive and hope he didn't say anything stupid.

DM/HP

The door was cold against his knuckles as he knocked softly, his breath condensed in the air with each exhale. Draco looked about the small door step; a chipped and soiled plant pot held a small dying fern and an old wreath – most likely from last Christmas then the approaching one knowing Harry – hung crookedly on the front door. It was quaint Draco supposed.

A moment later the sound of running footfalls sounded and then the door was thrown open forcefully. Harry stood on the threshold as messy as always with his hair mused from his apparent run to answer the door.

Draco ran a quick appraising glance down the boys figure. His cock twitched interestedly at the tight pants and knee high boots – a style very few males could pull of successfully – and even the old and worn forest green jacket looked damn sexy on the boy. He was pleased to note the absent leg warmers and mittens – though it would have been cute to see Harry in them.

Harry shifted and grinned shyly up at Draco and Draco's insides turned to water, "You want to come in for a second?" Harry questioned and nibbled on his lower lip. Truthfully Draco was ready to go but he couldn't resist a peek into Harry's small home or those big green eyes.

It was an old house, not very spacious but definitely homely and sound. Draco followed Harry into the kitchen which was adjoining to the living room.

"Your house is nice." He commented as Harry fiddled with the strap of his denim bag, the one he always brought to work with him. God knows why, it wasn't as if the kid had a lot of things to carry around with him, Draco thought it made Harry look like a school child.

Harry snorted and zipped up the backpack. "That's what Ana said." He informed the blond with a wry smile.

"I suppose she meant it in a good way as I do." Draco noticed the flush to Harry's nose.

"Thanks," mumbled Harry and shot Draco a look from under his lashes – Draco guessed Harry didn't know he was being seductive and coy and bloody arousing all at the same time. It seemed Harry was quite unsure about his own feelings and emotions to really know how he affected others around him.

It was after a brief, slightly uncomfortable silence that Harry shifted and finally spoke up.

"Are we ready then? Or do you want some tea?"

Draco nodded. "All set to go, I think." And with that they left the house, Harry locking the front door behind them.

DM/HP

The small coffee plaza was filled with tepid, sweet air that tasted like sugar and rich coffee. A total of seven small, rounded tables made up the sitting area; shiny plastic tabletops were spotless of crumbs or spilled coffee liquid. Draco had to give his breakfast partner kudos for picking a rather comfy place.

"I hope you don't mind this place, probably not something you're used to," Harry said quietly, his verdant eyes were wide as he stared at the mouth-watering selection of muffins and cakes in the display stand, Draco smiled.

"I'm not above coming to modest cafés such as this one – especially not if I get to have such fine company." He watched as Harry turned away from the display, his bottom lip being chewed and a flush climbing his cheeks. It really was dreadfully easy to make the boy blush.

Trailing a nail across the dark patterned tabled top Harry flashed Draco a small, lopsided smile that sent shivers to tickle up Draco's spine. "I wasn't implying you are a snob, and thank you."

Before Draco could give his reply a young woman swayed over to them, her dark auburn hair curled tightly and bouncing into her face; she stopped at their table, a mouthful of large teeth grinning at the both of them.

"Ready to order boys?" she questioned and poised her pen over the notepad she held; Draco gave a taut smile and nodded.

Jacqui, as her name tag read, almost bounced up and down, "Alrighty then," she sang jovially and looked pointedly at Harry, the boy ordered a deli sandwich and a latte.

"And for you, sweetheart?" she asked, Draco inwardly grimaced at the use of the endearment – he wasn't too happy about being called such syrupy names by a girl younger then him. He gave his order however and was thankful when Jacqui and her overpowering flowery stench had retreated.

A playful snort sounded from Harry and Draco looked up at him, a smile was hovering about his full lips. "Only a salad for you, sweetheart?" Harry said in a mock-girl voice, Draco gave him a glare for his trouble and folded his arms on the tabletop.

"Yes, only a salad." He replied discourteously and absently watched an old couple amble up to the front counter.

Harry wasn't to be discouraged however and his resounding chortle told Draco he was in for a morning of taunts. "Scared you'll get fat, sweetheart?" Draco looked up just in time to see the fluttering of Harry's long lashes before the boy broke into giggles.

Draco found none of it amusing and his lips were definitely not twitching. And his stomach was certainly not alive with butterflies at the sound of Harry saying the endearment – no, not at all.

Clearing his throat and successfully swallowing down his laughter Draco leaned closer to Harry over the table. He loved being close to the boy, Harry smelt of cheap soap and fresh linen and it made Draco's mouth water.

"About yesterday," he begun and noticed the immediate blush that burned Harry's cheeks, "I think we should talk about it."

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat and swallowed thickly, when he spoke his voice broke on the first two syllables, "How come? I mean – ah, well, it happened, right?"

Draco nodded. "It certainly did." He agreed. Harry nodded along with him and then licked his lips slowly, clearly pondering over his next words.

"It was a mistake," he said breathily as though Draco's calm, steady gaze had dragged the omission from him. "We shouldn't have done it, I have only started working under you and as your assistant I should be more respectful."

Draco's lips pulled up into a smirk despite his best efforts to stop it. "You do realize what you just said, love?"

Harry bobbed his head earnestly. "Yeah, because I'm working – under – you, oh fuck." Harry dropped his head into his hands, hiding his face from view, "I didn't mean it to sound that way." He amended through his fingers, his words smothered.

Draco laughed outright and reached out his arms, pulling Harry's small hands from his face gently, "May I remind you that you have never actually been under me?" he said and gave a wicked grin at Harry's humiliated expression.

"Draco," the boy squeaked and then jumped when the presence of Jacqui returned to the table, her hands full with a large plate and a tray that held Draco's salad and Harry's steaming coffee.

Harry shut his lips and smiled sweetly up at the waitress, "Here you are boys, hope you enjoy." She said and leaned right into Draco personal space, virtually shoving her breast into his face. Draco mentally sighed and turned his head away from the rather intimidating sight. If the waitress noticed his disinterest she made no show of moving away.

"And your salad, sweetheart." She proclaimed in a breathy, low whisper. From across the small table Draco heard Harry's muffled sniggers and scowled severely. He hated when women openly flirted with him in such crude ways. He was far from interested in Jacqui's breast and pouted lips.

When finally Jacqui had positioned his salad bowl she pulled back and flashed Draco a flirty grin, amidst Harry's soft laughter she flounced away.

Draco's scowl pulled deeply at his lips and he moodily stabbed at a piece of lettuce and tomato with his fork. Harry continued to titter under his breath.

Refusing to look up at his assistant Draco cleared his throat, "Eat your meal." He ordered.

"Alright, sweetheart – let me just get some salt." Draco looked up just as Harry was provocatively leaning over the table, making sure to dip his head back to expose his neck; it was meant to be an imitation of the waitress, but damn the boy made it look good.

Swallowing down past the swell of arousal that climbed his throat Draco shook his head; Harry fluttered his lashes and made a show of grabbing the small, glass salt shaker that was on Draco's side.

"Don't mind me," Harry breathed out and brushed his hand against Draco's as he made to take hold of the salt shaker. Draco's heart pounded and he could hold back no more.

Placing one hand against the surface of the table and snatching Harry's reaching hand with the other Draco half-stood from his seat and tugged the surprised assistant closer; callously and possessively smacking their lips together in a fierce, lust fuelled kiss. Harry tasted like toothpaste and something sweet and his lips quivered against Draco's. The kiss lasted all of three seconds before he pulled away and sat heavily back into his seat.

Harry leaned against the table top for a moment and then slid back into his own seat, his sandwich and coffee left untouched as silence clouded around the pair.

Harry clear his throat softly, "I suppose we should also talk about that?" He questioned and Draco was somewhat surprised to see a naughty little grin stretching his lips.

"Yes, I suppose we should."

A/N: I love adorable, teasing Harry. Next chapter, I believe, begins the new stuff. Please let me know if you are enjoying this story.