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FIC: Put the Lime in the Coconut LM/HP
Title: Put the Lime in the Coconut
Author: Cyane Snape
Characters: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter
Warnings: Slash, M/M Graphic Sex, language, Cyane-canon Lucius [i.e.OOC]
Prompt: A stuffed parrot, the color turquoise and the sound of a coconut hitting someone on the head
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: about 2400
Summary: A poolside bartender often gets more than an eyeful when the hotel guests have some fun.
Author's notes: Title comes from the Harry Nilsson song “Coconut” and has nothing to do with the story, except for the coconut. Part of the first annual Lucius Malfoy FQF, held at InsaneJournal, at luciusfqf.
Beta:Gavilan


Put the Lime in the Coconut
By Cyane Snape

I should have known something was going to happen as soon as he walked into the bar and began to speak to the stuffed parrot over the cash register. He was totally out of his element. That much was obvious. Fortunately, the parrot chose not to answer, not that he could have. The man’s left eyebrow arched elegantly as he masked his emotions, refusing to look the fool. I laughed to myself, for it would have been rude to laugh at him, as the server asked him what he would like to drink. The gorgeous man asked if he could suggest something. He offered the excuse that he had never visited this part of the world and was unaccustomed to the local beverage specialties. The server said that he would have the bartender recommend something for him. The blond’s deep baritone voice did something to me that hadn’t ‘been done’ in years. And he was so my type…

Ah, but here…he was so out of his element. His fair skin had a slight pink tinge already and if he didn’t get out of the sun soon, he would surely burn to an unattractive shade of red and I doubted that it would please him very much. I doubted that he had ever spent any length of time in the sun…ever, but I had seen him out in the sun for the last two days. Perhaps he could recommend a good sunblock. Whatever he was using must work miracles.

Tall and blond, he moved with a grace that could only be bred through many generations of exquisite breeding, not learned. His cool, loose linen clothing was somehow magically wrinkle-free. He was also one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen… But I get too far ahead of myself.

I arrived at this tiny island nearly two years ago after an, shall we say, eventful life. All I wanted was peace and quiet and anonymity, to lose myself in solitude for the first time in my life. My desires were all about low-level stress. I had already lived through enough stress to last three, possibly four, lifetimes. All I needed to be happy was enough income to pay for my small thatched bungalow and food, and this was the perfect job. I am the aforementioned bartender at the swim-up poolside bar at a five-star resort on a tiny island near the equator. The sun shines brightly every single day of the year and the water in the lagoon in front of the beach is the most beautiful turquoise anyone could ever hope to see. Not a native to the island, I am slowly learning to love the sunny warm climate.

I’ve seen many guests come and go, but the tall blond caught my eye the moment he arrived because he was a pleasant shock to my system. I knew immediately that he would not be one for sugary, prissy drinks, so I served him a very old, very expensive cognac. He savored the bouquet and swirled it momentarily in his glass. As he sipped the fine liquor, he moaned in complete contentment. I would have done almost anything to hear that sound again, hopefully attached to some kind of sexual contact.

That had happened nearly three days ago. At that time, I thought my blond beauty had come to my island all alone and I was just about to make my move when he showed up.

HE ruined everything.

~*~*~*~*~

The day had begun cloudy and unpleasant with a light rain, but by the afternoon, the sun had come out and the resort guests had finally migrated out to the pool area. As I poured the never-ending requests for piña coladas and daiquiris, I heard the unmistakable and totally unexpected sound of a coconut hitting someone on the head. I only know that was what it was, because I happened to look up and witness the after-effects. A young man with messy dark brown hair grasped his injured head and stared up into the fronds of the palm tree as if trying to solve the riddle of the coconut’s origin. Obviously, this was not a mental heavyweight. In retrospect, if I had tried to hit him on the head like that, I would have said it was impossible to achieve, but somehow he managed to stand at the exact wrong time at the wrong place.

“Oooof!” he cried as his head was clobbered by a second fuzzy fruit. He grasped his re-injured head, turned around and immediately ran into the palm tree directly in his path. With that he was head-over-arse in the sand. I chuckled to myself over that one.

Much to my chagrin, my blond Adonis rushed over to the young brunet and helped him up out of the sand. As the young man leaned into the embrace of the older man I felt the stirrings of a jealousy that created a knot in the pit of my stomach. My blond brushed the sand away, examined the ‘mortal’ wound, and kissed that…child… on the forehead, causing said child to blush in an all-too-charming way. I felt a hatred building in me that I hadn’t experienced in years. How dare he!

The couple spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the chaise longues in the sandy area between the pool and the beach, only surfacing for the occasional cool beverage now and then. My blond god moved only once, when the young brunet jumped up for a quick dip in the cool ocean waves. He sat up, lifting his sunglasses, and blatantly stared at the tight cheeks incased in the skimpy swimwear that the younger man was wearing. From the look on his face, no one could ever mistake these two for father and son. The leer on the older man’s face was one of primal, animalistic need.

I turned my back on the two, my anger rising and not willing to witness any more intimacies between the two.

~*~*~*~*~
I did not see them again until the early morning hours two days later. It was just after closing time and I watched, hidden behind a wall of bottles, as the two walked hand-in-hand out of the resort entrance and back to the same chaise by the pool. My blond god sat down and his young companion sat down on his lap, straddling his powerful thighs. The young brunet took off his glasses without a second thought and snuggled into the neck of the gorgeous blond.

“Can you see in the dark without your glasses, Harry, love?” the blond asked.

“I don’t need to see, Luc, just feel,” was the brunet’s response.

Luc? and Harry-love? . Something told me that this was a long-established relationship, not a casual fuck.

Harry’s next movement had me biting my lip to prevent a groan from escaping. The young man straddled the blond’s knees as he sat in the chair and leaned forward so that his long dark hair nearly covered his tanned face. His body was muscular, but not overly so and the muscles went all the way down to his toes. As his body moved against his lover, there was no doubt of the underlying power beneath the skin.

Lucius made an effort to try to kiss his lover, but the young man stopped him as he ducked to kiss the older man’s neck. He licked a stripe up the pale throat all the way to the blond’s ear.

“Oh, love…”

The young man smiled at his lover’s response. A smirked graced his face, obviously from the pleasure he could evoke from the older man. He then attacked the blond’s torso as he lowered his face to just below the chin and began to work his way down smooth planes of Lucius’ chest.

Harry dipped his tongue into Lucius’ navel and peeked up coyly at the older man. The blond leaned back and wiped at his eyes. “Gods, Harry, you are going to be the death of me.”

With a dazzling smile, the younger man climbed back up into his lover’s lap.
~*~*~*~
The warm tropical climate was perfect for this type of late-night rendezvous. The hotel has a casino and Las Vegas-type stage show for entertainment, but for late, late nights… the beach was the perfect intimate setting for two lovers.
The pool bar officially closed at 2am, but I had to remain for the final cleanup before we started all over again the next day with an endless supply of fruity, sugary drinks. Off in the distance, music from the disco blared and thumped its primal rhythms, but here on the beach, the two lovers were in a world of their own.
I closed down the bar and secluded myself in a spot just behind a palm tree and the pumps for the pool. I thrust my hand down the front of my own trousers in anticipation of the rest of the ‘show’.
Harry had taken off his shirt and trousers and was left clad in a tight black mesh thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. As Lucius made a grab for the younger man’s package, the brunet pulled two green ribbons from inside the thong and tied the blond’s wrists to the arms of the chair. Once the blond was immobilized, Harry’s back arched and his knees bent, pushing his hard member into the lap of the older man, his own bits already at full attention. The younger man began rocking back and forth, humming a tune. His hands roamed up and down the blond’s torso, teasing as he reached the waistband of his trousers. His movements were smooth, strong and incredibly erotic. My own cock strained against the tight fabric of my trousers and I pressed down hard to keep from coming in my shorts.
What I was witnessing was an intimate experience between lovers, not cheap casual sex. The care with which Harry caressed the body underneath him was astounding. His tiny whimpers of pleasure made the blond growl in frustration and thrust his hips as hard as possible into the beautiful body above him.
Lucius’ hips ground into the cleft of Harry’s arse as he pressed against the young wizard as much as possible. There was no mistaking the throbbing erection grinding into his cheeks, and Harry failed to stifle the groan that needed to escape.


His strong arm braced himself against the chair as Harry sought the muscular warmth of Lucius’ chest. His tanned hand reached up to tease the blond’s flat nipple, twisting it hard. Somehow, Lucius managed to remain completely silent. A wet tongue then licked up the column of the older man’s neck.


Harry finally surrendered to the sirens’ call and dropped his head onto Lucius’ shoulder. His hands reached down to rip open the zip on Lucius’ trousers and free the hard length the younger man so desperately needed. The blond shredded the flimsy netting that was preventing him from reaching his prize. A few quiet words and a quick thrust later the two bodies were joined as one. I stroked my own erection as their two hips met in a synchronized rhythmic pulse as I watched Lucius’ lips began to suck on the soft skin at the base of Harry’s ear.

That was his breaking point. Harry wrapped his arms around his lover as he freed the blond’s hands from the restraints, devouring him with his mouth. Harry’s arms wrapped around Lucius as he pulled himself tighter against the muscular body, enticing a groan from Lucius’ throat, which in turn sent a jolt of pleasure rippling through Harry’s body.

The two wizards made love passionately right there on the beach, their tongues snaking into the other’s mouth. I could almost feel Harry’s arousal at the taste and feel of the man he obviously loved.

After breaking their kiss, Harry bit his lip to stop from moaning out loud. Lucius’ hands effortlessly marked the smooth muscles of the young man’s chest. Harry’s breathing was coming out at a hitch, as he felt Lucius’ strong hands roam over his body as they ran from Harry’s shoulder, down his abdomen and rested on his hips. Lucius pulled Harry’s hips toward his own, once again grinding his erection into the tight channel between Harry’s cheeks. Harry moaned loudly and Lucius kissed up the side of his throat.

“I love you, Lucius.”


A familiar feeling of recklessness stole over my body. My own deep rooted needs were now taking control. The man Lucius loved said that he loved him - his mate- his life. Lucius’ left hand firmly grasped his lover’s hard length, drawing more shivers from Harry, as his right hand gripped the slim hips to hold him in place. Just as I knew I would never be able to tear myself away from the sight of Harry and Lucius making love in the dark hours of the early morning, the older man turned his head so that Harry could hear him.

The blond lifted his head and whispered quietly, “And I love you, my Harry.”

The frenzied thrusting began to reach its peak in the two lovers. Nothing was going to stop the couple at this point. Lucius waved his left hand, and suddenly the two lovers had disappeared from sight. As lovely as this was, I agreed there was no reason for the entire population of the resort to watch their mutual orgasm. Only I would be privy to this moment of intimacy. A wave of my own hand and I could see through the Disillusionment barrier that Lucius had created. A few hard strokes later and Harry spent his release into Lucius’ hand. The blond wizard continued to stroke and fondle his lover’s softening prick until Lucius shuddered with his own orgasm deep inside Harry’s body.

~*~*~*~*~

I didn’t see them again after that night. I later learned that they had checked out the next morning and, according to our guest relations coordinator, they continued on their around-the-world honeymoon.

I felt a deep sense of longing for the old days… for a moment or two.

No. It was really better that they left without seeing me. They had their anonymity and I had mine.

Now, if the crazy old coot in a kilt that I work for would just leave me alone.

“Ah, there you are, Severus. Have you inventoried the liquor supply like I asked?”

“Yes, Aberforth. The inventory is complete… and get your bloody hand off my arse.”

The End