hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-02-05 14:28:00 |
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Current mood: | cold |
Current music: | blessed silence |
Entry tags: | prompt 3: song lyrics, yodels-fic |
Sunday's shag....
Original poster: yodels
Title: Sunday Sideways
Author: yodels
Rating/Warnings: NC17, um...silly diaglogue?, boysex, not much plot, fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine, no way.
Word count: 1217
A/N: Thanks to the very lovely acciomalfoy for the beta, I throw some popcorn jelly bellies her way in appreciation. The song lyrics come from a Santana/Citizen Cope tune called Sideways, completely unrelated to the movie of the same title.
Awareness seeped into his conscious very slowly; the uncomfortable pressure of his bladder forced thought and function into his brain. Draco slipped from the bed carefully, not wanting to rouse his bedmate. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor under his bare feet shot adrenaline straight through his body, raising goosebumps across his bare chest and arms. After relieving himself, Draco blearily stared at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. He rubbed his eyes roughly and scratched absently at his head. He looked like he’d been up half the night in battle. Really, that’s what it had been. He and Harry had had a knock-down, drag-out fight the night before. Arguments, recriminations, hateful silences, and more loud arguing; it was a never-ending cycle that had only gotten a reprieve during one of the silences when they had both fallen asleep. He sighed heavily and made his way back to bed, fully intending to get another few hours of sleep.
Not two seconds after finally finding a comfortable position and closing his eyes, Draco felt the bed shift. He warily looked across the bed and got an eyeful of angry resentment. Just as Harry opened his mouth to speak, Draco held up a finger and broke in quickly, “Not one word. I’m far too tired to start fighting again. In fact, I don’t want to argue until after noon, by then I will have had my coffee and some food, not to mention a few more hours of rest. Not. One. Word.”
Harry’s mouth snapped closed and he blinked a few times. Shrugging, he turned his back to Draco and went back to sleep.
This time, awareness came abruptly to Draco as he realized that his arms and legs were gently tangled with Harry’s, and that they were sleeping, or not sleeping as was now the case, face-to-face. This all-too familiar positioning generally lead to all-too familiar sex, but with the lingering dissension in the air between them it was difficult to see how that was going to happen. Draco opened his eyes slowly knowing that his morning erection was pressed insistently against Harry’s thigh in a most inviting manner. Before he could disengage himself from the embrace, Harry’s voice cut through the morning stillness.
“Don’t say anything, Draco, just nod yes or shake no. Shall we get the daily shag out of the way now, and then continue the row later?” Harry’s voice carried no trace of humour or sarcasm.
Genuinely conflicted, Draco hesitated before answering. He hated the idea of shagging with lingering anger between them, but he also realized it might diffuse the situation. And, he was horny as hell. He’d done worse things than fuck when he was angry, and he wasn’t really all that angry anymore. He nodded.
In a riot of motion that quite surprised Draco, Harry flung back the blankets and lunged for him, the momentum nearly dragging both bodies off the bed. His hands frantically tugged at Draco’s pyjama bottoms, and they got twisted up around his feet, so that Draco had to sit up and undo them himself. Harry had become a whirling ball of energy. He kissed roughly at Draco’s face and neck, his nails scraped at arms, back, thighs, whatever patch of skin they could reach, and even his feet had been enlisted and were rubbing up and down Draco’s calves.
Harry pinned Draco to the mattress with his body. His kisses progressed to rough bites as he moved across his body, and by the time his mouth was aligned with Draco’s cock, Harry was panting as if he’d run a marathon. Draco was a bit mystified by this frantic, needy Harry. He’d not seem him behave quite like this before and he felt compelled to reassure the other somehow.
“Harry, relax. This won’t be the last time we do this. We’ve agreed to shag everyday for the rest of the year, remember? I intend to hold you to that promise. No matter what.” He ran a hand through Harry’s hair in a vain attempt at soothing him, but the effect seemed to spur Harry into even more frenzied actions. Harry swallowed Draco’s erection down to the root in one quick, hot gulp and Draco gasped loudly.
“Jesus, Potter!”
Loud, strong, wet sucks were accompanied by hands on the base of his shaft and on his balls as Harry continued his fervent worship of Draco’s cock. Deciding that it was just best to go with it, Draco relaxed as much as he could under the circumstances and let the sensations sweep through him. It was the wise man that knew when to let sleeping dogs lie, or rather, raving men suck.
Just as the slow burn of an orgasm built in Draco’s groin, Harry pulled off and roughly braced his arms behind Draco’s knees and rolled them both up so that they were nearly face to face. With a determined expression, Harry Accio’d some lube and quickly slathered his cock and Draco’s entrance with liberal amounts of the slippery stuff. He leant down and briefly kissed Draco and then pushed himself almost completely into Draco. It was both a shock and a thrill, and Draco couldn’t quite contain his yelp of surprise.
Harry smiled grimly and proceeded to set a rhythm that had them both gasping with need in a matter of minutes. Harry used a hand to stroke Draco’s cock rather efficiently, and within moments Draco was coming in staccato bursts that left him feeling both sated and unfulfilled at the same time. He locked eyes with Harry and poured what energy remained into telepathically willing him to come. Harry grimaced and let out a shout of pleasure as the orgasm wracked his body with spasms.
He collapsed beside Draco and they both stared up at the ceiling for a bit as their bodies recovered from the furious lovemaking.
Finally, Harry rolled on his side and looked at Draco. “I feel as if I should apologise for that, but somehow I don’t think I’m really sorry. It was bloody amazing.”
Draco laughed and nodded. “It was bloody amazing. Don’t apologize.”
“I am sorry, though, about last night and the…” Harry began.
Draco interrupted quickly, “Don’t apologise for that either. I’ve quite forgotten what the fight was about, so clearly it didn’t matter all that much.”
A silence built between them for a few moments as they just stared at each other. The relationship was still new enough that not everything came with easy comfort.
Harry hummed a little bit in Draco’s ear and then nuzzled it. He whispered, “These feelings won’t go away. They’ve been knockin’ me sideways.”
“Is that your weird way of telling me you love me?” Draco asked. “Quoting bits of obscure song lyrics at me?”
Harry bit the earlobe, and then licked it. “They’re not so obscure. And, yes, that’s my weird way of telling you that I love you.” His tongue worked all around the ear and then moved down to the neck.
“Mmm….don’t stop,” Draco rasped out.
“I keep thinking in a moment that, Time will take them away, But these feelings won’t go away,” Harry quoted a bit more.
“Not that, idiot. Don’t stop the licking,” Draco laughed. “And, I love you, too, by the way.”
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