hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-05-14 21:35:00 |
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Original poster: fiona_fawkes
Title: A Lazy Sunday
Author: fiona_fawkes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 919 words
Summary: Draco wakes up late to an empty bed and his plans for a lazy Sunday at home with Harry don't pan out quite like he'd planned.
Author's Notes: no beta, so please poke me if you see any errors that I missed. But with a house full of family over for Mother's Day weekend, I was ecstatic just to post on time. Here's hoping that your Sunday less stressful than mine and more like Draco's.
Draco bowed his head under the steady stream of water, desperate to loosen the knots in his neck and shoulders. He knew better than to waste the morning away in bed, but he'd been waiting for Harry, damn it. Thus his reasoning that his current discomfort was entirely Harry's fault.
Harry had crawled out of bed hours ago, insisting that he had an errand to run – he'd only be an hour and Draco should wait for him in bed. Draco didn't know of any errands that needed running that early on a Sunday morning, but he hadn't really been awake enough to question Harry at the time. Instead he just curled into the freshly vacated warm spot and snuggled into Harry's pillow, awaiting his return.
At first, Draco had just been just been grateful that he hadn't been forced to join Harry on whatever errand he had at such an hour. He'd happily settled in for an extra hour of sleep; confident that Harry would be back before long, crawling into their bed to wake Draco properly. And so he'd gone back to bed to wait for him. But one hour turned into three and instead of the peaceful sleep that he'd been hoping for, Draco had ended up tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable in Harry's lengthening absence.
When he'd finally crawled out of bed at a quarter to eleven, Draco had found himself sluggish and aching from hours of tossing and turning. And the worst of all was that Draco had a bugger of a kink in his neck and no Harry to work it out for him. He could think of plenty more pleasurable ways to have started a lazy Sunday at home, but all of them required Harry's presence and so he settled instead for a hot shower and maybe a wank to wake himself up.
Draco spent several minutes just letting the hot water beat a steady rhythm onto his shoulders. Pressing his forearm against the wall, Draco used one hand to knead the muscles on the back of his neck. It wasn't a Harry massage, but if he wanted to be capable of turning his head at all today, he'd have to make due.
Slowly, Draco felt himself relaxing and he let his hand wander from his neck to his chest, lazily trailing his palm from his neck to his navel and back again. He was curious as to where Harry had gotten off to. Draco vaguely remembered him saying something about picking up a special treat, and given the treats that Harry had been coming home with lately, Draco was disinclined to hinder the adventuresome streak that Harry had been on. There had been things that vibrated and oddly shaped toys that were peppered with little rubber studs for pleasure. But the prototype he'd brought over from the Weasley twins' shop last night was by far the strangest thing yet.
Even though they'd never really gotten around to trying out the contraptions, just hearing Harry talk about his fantasies so candidly was a huge turn on. Draco couldn't wait to see what would happen when they finally got around to trying the damned things on. And what fantasy would they try out first. The idea of a virtual threesome did have its merits. It was an arousing idea, and an excellent way to get around the fact that Draco would never in a million years actually share his Harry with another soul.
Draco let his mind wander over the endless possibilities for their new toy, letting his hand trail down to his groin. He stroked himself lightly with the shower-wrinkled fingers, marveling at the interesting sensation the texture produced. He brought himself to full hardness slowly and with gentle touches, relishing the calm deepening of his arousal. Draco ran his fingers down his length and into the water-heavy curls of hair at the base of his cock. He took a deep breath of air thick with steam, letting it out in a satisfying sigh as his palm closed around his shaft.
After such a slow build, Draco brought himself off quickly with a jumble of fantasy situations running through his head – Harry on his knees on a moonlight beach, getting sucked off while suspended in one of those hanging chairs, blowing Harry under the table in the middle of an inter-departmental briefing. He grunted weakly, "Fuck, Harry," and came against the shower wall.
"Fuck!"
Draco spun around at the declaration. Through the clear vinyl curtain he could see Harry stopped in his tracks, a small paper sack crushed in a white-knuckled grip.
Draco smiled lazily at his boyfriend. "And just what were you thinking?" he teased, relaxing against the shower wall. "Running off at the crack of dawn and leaving me to fend for myself."
Harry was flushed and breathing quite hard. He eyes ran down Draco's wet and naked body, taking in the normally milky skin flushed from hot water and arousal. "I er-" he swallowed hard. "I popped over to that bakery - the one on Church Street - to get you those pastries that you love. But I got a call. And Merry weather said I had to go." Harry swallowed audibly.
"I was late to the bakery, and there was only one left." He looked down at the bag, seeming to just now notice how he'd crushed the delicate treat that Draco so loved. "But it seems that I may have, um-" he shook his head slightly, as if in a daze. "Would it be alright if I just fucked you now and took you out to lunch instead?"
Draco smirked and turned off the tap. His lazy Sunday with Harry was looking better by the minute.