hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-01-15 01:14:00 |
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Current mood: | accomplished |
Entry tags: | prompt 2: bubbles, star-fic |
Freeze a Fever, Burn a Cold
Original poster: star_dancer54
Title: Freeze a Fever, Burn a Cold
Author: Stardancer star_dancer54
Rating: Like we need to say?
Disclaimer: In my info. I’m lazy.
Warnings: None, really.
A/N: For the hd_365 challenge of Bubbles. Also, the title’s sort-of taken from the old saying, Feed a Fever, Starve a Cold… or is it vice versa? -_-;;;
Word count: 1164
Draco definitely regretted his refusal to leave the Alps until they’d danced in the moonlight. He’d started sniffling a bit about ten minutes into the dancing, and by the time they got home it was well past one in the morning.
He was coughing and hacking when he woke up at eight fifteen in the morning.
Harry, ever considerate of his mate, took it upon himself to nurse the blond back to health, by any means necessary.
It was at noon, then, that he stood before their small stove, watching the chicken noodle soup bubble and boil in the rather dinky little pot. Draco was curled up in a ball of misery on the bed under all of the blankets and duvets in the flat. Harry could hear his poor lover wheezing in the bedroom. He frowned to himself and carefully maneuvered the pot over a thick glass mug, pouring with great focus.
He left the used pot in the sink and headed for the sickroom. “Love?”
He received a tired wheeze in response.
“Here’s your soup.” He settled next to Draco and offered a spoonful after blowing cool air over it.
Draco was too tired to fight the fussing and just opened his mouth. Harry slipped the spoon in and out with little trouble, pleased to notice that the soup was gone. He put the spoon back in the soup and lifted a hand to Draco’s forehead, pushing the sweaty fringe back.
“As soon as you finish this, I’ll fix you up a bath, all right?” Draco tried to leer, but didn’t really succeed very well.
“Planning on continuing with your resolution?” Harry smiled, but shook his head.
“You need to get better first. We can shag later.” Draco pouted. Harry continued to feed him.
Shortly, they were finished. Harry took the dirty cup and spoon to the sink and headed to the bathroom, calling over his shoulder that he would be right back.
He knelt by the tub and started the water. Checking to make sure that it was a good temperature, he then pulled out a small packet that Snape had flooed him. He dumped the contents into the steaming water and watched the herbs and other things dissolve, leaving a faint shimmer on the water. He then fished around in the cupboard under the sink and pulled out some of Draco’s favourite oils, adding them with a dropper. He inhaled deeply to smell the water and smiled to himself. The oils made a thin layer of bubbles, which protected the shimmer of the packet from being visible.
Draco hadn’t really moved much from his nest on the bed while Harry was gone, but he stirred when Harry began tugging the blankets off of him. “Come on, love. Bath time.” A slitty-eyed look was the response.
“Joining me?”
Harry smiled. “Of course. I don’t want you to drown, you know.” He tugged the already-nude (“I will NOT sleep in scratchy pyjamas, damn you, Potter.”) blond to the bathroom. He stripped himself and pulled his unresisting lover into the tub with him, arranging it so that Draco was sitting in his lap, leaning against his chest. Draco purred and curled close, resting his head against Harry’s neck.
“Mmmm you spoil me.” Harry laughed.
“Of course I do.”
Draco shifted a bit, bringing his bottom in close proximity to Harry’s groin. “Sure you don’t want to shag?”
“I don’t want you getting worn out.” Harry slipped a hand into the water anyway, cradling Draco’s awakening member in a callused palm.
Draco shifted some more, into the hand, then against Harry’s own rising penis. Harry hissed, tightening his grasp. Draco let out a small whine. He lifted his arms up to wrap his arms around Harry’s neck backwards, offering himself as if he were a sacrifice.
Harry accepted.
He slipped his other roughened hand to cup his mate’s buttocks, brushing the delicate entrance with his forefinger. The oils in the water made entry easier, so it slipped in without too much pressure. Draco whined again and arched further into Harry, forcing the finger in harder, deeper. Harry could hear Draco’s harsh, liquid-filled breathing clear as he jabbed unerringly at the blond’s prostate. Draco gasped quite loudly at the touch and rocked into and out of Harry’s touch.
Harry smiled, nuzzling Draco’s face with his cheek as he slipped another finger in. He took his time preparing his lover, enjoying the soft noises that escaped the blond’s mouth. The almost continuous whine that Draco was making changed to a low growl as both of Harry’s fingers brushed against his sweet spot again and again.
“Now, damn you,” Draco hissed, raising and lowering his hips with bruising pressure. The weakness that had possessed him shattered like glass, revealing the powerful blond in all his glory.
Harry laughed and removed his fingers. He spread Draco’s cheeks with one hand and positioned himself with the other before pressing in. He hissed in pleasure at the tightness, the slight burn that came from not quite enough preparation. Draco growled again in response, forcing his hips down with impatience. Harry’s hands scrabbled for purchase on slim hips and finally managed to grasp them, slowing Draco’s forceful push down so that it wouldn’t hurt either of them. Draco cursed quite noisily as he was thwarted, but when Harry was finally balls-deep within, he almost purred with pleasure.
Harry took that as a sign to continue. He pulled Draco away, then slid in again with a measured thrust. Draco let out a whine of frustration. “Damn you Potter. Harder!”
Harry laughed through a sharp exhalation. “Serves you right, skiver.” Before Draco could respond, he sped up the pace, striking the blond’s prostate hard. Draco moaned. Harry grinned.
The pattern of slow, slow, fastfast steadily drove his mate crazy, and Harry couldn’t help but grin even more smugly. Oh, yes, he did this quite well, if he could say so himself…
He wrapped both hands around Draco’s cock and fisted them, tugging with an edge of violence that Draco loved. Shortly thereafter, Draco came with a loud howl, dragging Harry off the edge as well. Harry growled and pressed his teeth into Draco’s shoulder as he came.
The two men relaxed into the water, which was still quite hot. Draco turned over, freeing Harry’s cock, and curled up at Harry’s chest. Harry stroked his mate’s flank with a thoughtful hand.
“So is there any particular reason that you so wanted to not go to work tomorrow?”
Draco narrowed his eyes and frowned up at him. “Yes, how is it that you knew I was faking?”
Harry kissed his nose. “Snape.”
“Snape?”
“I was worried about you, so I owled Poppy. She spoke with Snape, and we fire talked for a bit before he gave me the antidote and told me to make sure you took a bath with it.”
Draco let out an inarticulate growl. “Bloody Sev. Fucking Gryffindors,” he muttered.
“… Yesquite.”