sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-04-24 03:54:00 |
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Monday Round-Robin fun!
Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: When I Think About You...
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Exhibitionism
Word count: 800
Teaser: Harry spun on his heels and wriggled his backside, much to the delight of the mob that was now on its feet and shouting as one.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as the next installment in slythindor100's Beat the Monday blahs Round Robin fic-a-thon. This one follows from Something Borrowed, which was written by physixxx. Thanks for setting me up with this, damn you! *shakes fist*
Additional Author's note: Special thanks to ginnyatheart for the song suggestion.
Summary: Draco has insisted that he and Harry perform in a drag show. Harry gets pushed out on stage first.
"I can't do this," Harry panicked, digging in his heels as Champagne prodded him towards the stage.
"Yes, you can, honey!" she encouraged him. "You look smashing, and the song you chose is just...divine"
Harry looked down at his leather French maid costume again before turning a sour look on his boyfriend. "Draco, you had better make this up to me," he warned. Just then, the emcee introduced him as 'Henriette', and it was his turn to take the stage.
It took not-so-gentle nudges from both Champagne and Draco to get Harry onto the stage, and his appearance was greeted by hollers and catcalls from the audience. He felt his face flame, and he was grateful for the makeup he wore. He was also thankful for the spotlight in his eyes, as it prevented him from actually seeing the audience. He wanted to forget there was an audience. He was going to perform for Draco, and Draco alone.
The music started, and Harry summoned his Gryffindor courage and began to sing:
I love myself I want you to love me
When I feel down I want you above me
I search myself I want you to find me
I forget myself I want you to remind me
His voice cracked nervously at first, but as he warmed to the task, his voice gathered strength, revealing a pleasant tenor. Concentrating only on Draco, thinking of his beautiful lover, Harry began to sway his hips in time with the music, and his left hand snaked down his leather clad torso as he sang the refrain:
I don’t want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don’t want anybody else oh no, oh no, oh no
Whoops and whistles rang out from the audience, but Harry stoically ignored them. Instead, he pictured Draco, imagining his face as it looked in the throes of passion, and the movement of his hips took on a slight thrusting motion. His hand had wandered down his own thigh, and as he brought it back up, he lifted his skirt, revealing the ruffled tops of his fishnet stockings. Screams echoed from the crowd.
You’re the one who makes me come running
You’re the sun who makes me shine
When you’re around I’m always laughing
I want to make you mine
His hand continued on its upward journey, allowing his short skirt to fall gracefully back into place, to the apparent disappointment of those watching the show. However, as his fingers trailed up his chest to tweak his own nipples, the audience let out a roar of encouragement.
I close my eyes and see you before me
Think I would die if you were to ignore me
A fool could see just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees I do anything for you
Here, Harry dropped to one knee, inadvertently revealing a tantalizing flash of flesh. Several people in the crowd swooned.
Backstage, Draco was wielding an erection hard enough to drill through concrete. As he watched his gorgeous boyfriend perform, his own hand wandered to his groin, and he touched himself.
Onstage, Harry was on his feet again, growing confident enough in his tottering heels to add a few impromptu dance steps to his routine. His free hand slid down his hip again as he launched into the refrain once more:
I don’t want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don’t want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Harry's hips had progressed from swaying and swivelling to rolling and pumping in a more-than-merely-suggestive manner. His hand moved to the front of his skirt, and it was obvious to all who lasciviously watched that he was caressing his cock. His actions were met with harsh screams of approval. And that was just from backstage. The audience was going wild, too.
Harry spun on his heels and wriggled his backside, much to the delight of the mob that was now on its feet and shouting as one. Twirling back to face the bright lights, his voice rose as he belted out the last of the song:
I want you I don’t want anybody else
And when I think about you I touch myself
Ooh, ooh, oo, oo ahh
I don’t want anybody else when I think about you
I touch myself ooh I don’t want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Blowing kisses to his adoring public, Harry tossed the mic to Champagne and rushed backstage. He was caught up immediately in Draco's arms and snogged until his head swam. Draco broke off long enough to mutter, "We're going home. NOW."
TBC
The song is, of course, "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls.
Okay, if I managed to wade through a drag show, I think bslehofer can write the next part. Have at it! *grins*