Missing the State of Things, NC17

[talekayler]

Title: Missing the State of Things
Recipient: deirdre_aithne for hd_seasons's hd_seasonsstocking stuffers.
Summary: “It’s attraction, Harry. Don’t you think that, years ago, whether it was consciously or unconsciously, we were constantly bothering each other because of it? Well, I’ve decided to act on it.”
Word cout: 3900
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, light bondage.
Beta-ed by: aj_socks -Thank you sooo much, and any remaining mistakes are my own!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it’s characters, I just place them in better situations. This is not written for profit.


~*~

Harry didn’t know how he always managed to get himself into these kinds of situations.

Groaning, he spread his legs a little wider, his shoulders set against the slick tiles of the shower stall behind him and pumped his hips forwards as much as he was able. His hands carded through damp locks of platinum, darkened by water and the strands tangled around his fingers. He had to admit though; it was better being on the receiving end of it.

Harry would never be able to forget the image of Ron and Hermione in a… compromising position when he had gone up to the dorms to collect his broomstick. Honestly, how was he supposed to know that a glowing golden star on the door indicated that the room was ‘in use’? He had just thought that the third year Gryffindors had lost control of the Christmas decorations.

Either way, none of them had escaped from that encounter with their dignity intact. It only gave Harry more of a reason to seek solace in the Quidditch pitch, and escape from Hermione’s startled shrieks and Ron’s expletives.

It was no surprise to him that he wasn’t alone on the pitch for very long. Malfoy had acquired a knack for knowing when Harry was on the pitch, and usually ended up joining him shortly after Harry had finished a few practice laps. Harry had grown used to his presence after the first couple times Malfoy appeared, the two of them getting along better in the air then they ever did on ground. It helped that there was no pressure of a Quidditch match between them, making the flights that much more enjoyable. It wasn’t long after that when Malfoy started showing up with a Snitch in tow.

And it wasn’t just on the Quidditch pitch where the tension between them was slowly disappearing from their encounters. After a particularly nasty explosion in Potions, Malfoy had assigned himself the task of helping Harry pass the course, citing the reason that “Granger, smart though she may be, cannot take on two helpless cases.” Harry had to admit that Hermione did indeed have her hands full with helping Ron, and she was exceedingly grateful to Malfoy. In return, Harry found himself helping Malfoy with his Defense work.

But none of that explained how he had gotten into this position; pressed up against the wall of the shower, water streaming down from overhead and teasing his sensitized skin even more with its half-caresses –and with Draco Malfoy, kneeling before him and all but worshipping his cock. He held Harry’s hips, pushing him back into the tiles and preventing him from moving much at all.

Harry groaned, then whined as Draco’s tongue prodded at his slit and he increased the suction, causing Harry to arch his back. Draco pulled off a bit as Harry tried to shove his hips forward, forgetting about his grip on Malfoy’s hair. Holding just the head of his cock in that sinful mouth, Draco glanced up at Harry through his lashes. Harry peered down at him through the steam, squinting with his blurred vision and breathing harshly. He hummed around Harry’s cock and Harry let his head fall back against the tiles.

“Oh god– Malfoy…”

And then it was over. Draco released Harry’s cock with a rather crude sounding pop and stood. His hands moved up to either side of Harry’s head, bracketing him in where he stood.

“I think, Potter, that this should be continued in a more… fitting atmosphere. A bit more… intimate, shall we say?” He stuck his face right in front of Harry’s, nose to nose and breaths intermingling, his silver eyes gleaming. “Wouldn’t you agree, Harry?” Harry swallowed.

“Sure.”

It was so quick that Harry wasn’t sure if he had imagined it or not. There was a flash of relief –or maybe it was desire or even anticipation– in Draco’s eyes before he had closed the gap that separated them, sealing his mouth over Harry’s. His tongue forced its way inside, and Harry could taste himself, musky and slightly salty from precome, but underneath that there was the intoxicating, unique taste of Draco himself. Harry moaned and grasped at Draco’s hips, pulling him closer and trying to deepen the kiss, sucking Draco’s tongue into his mouth. They moaned in unison as their cocks brushed up against each other.

Draco backed off the smallest of distances, as if it pained him to go too far, hands pressing gently against Harry’s chest. He rested his forehead against Harry’s, their breaths ghosting over the other’s lips. Harry stared at him through heavily lidded eyes, catching just a glimpse of silver from beneath Draco’s lashes that indicated Draco was looking back at him.

Once his composure was replaced, Draco stepped away, shot him a smirk over his shoulder as he turned to leave, and all but strutted from the shower, his skin gleaming and hips swaying enticingly. “Room of Requirement, half an hour. Leave that–” he glanced down to where Harry’s cock was still throbbing its need, missing the wet warmth of a mouth and the hard press of a body, “–for me.” Harry shuddered and closed his eyes tightly.

After Draco had left, Harry debated between finishing with a hot shower to replace the warmth that had left with Draco, or switching to a cold one to ease off his arousal.

The cold shower won over. Harry didn’t want to know what Draco might do if Harry finished off without him.

~*~

Harry approached the seventh floor corridor with sweaty palms and a racing heartbeat. What if Draco had been joking? He wouldn’t have gone this far just to set Harry up, would have he?

But no. Harry’s mind was brought forcefully back to the feel of Draco’s arousal pressed against his own, the feel it sliding over his hip as Draco had pulled away. He couldn’t even remember if Draco had put his pants on under his trousers, preferring instead to shove them into his bag.

The addition of that thought had Harry hurtling towards the only door on the floor.

Just as he stopped, hand outstretched before the knob in order to turn it, the door burst open to reveal Draco, standing with his tie around his neck and his shirt untucked. His robes were rumpled and his face was flushed, as if he had ran up here as well. Or that he had just recently finished a rather steamy wank session, Harry’s mind supplied.

“About bloody time! Get in here!” Draco reached a hand out and snatched at Harry’s tie, using it to pull him forwards. Harry stumbled into Draco’s embrace as he mashed their lips together. He moaned into the kiss and lifted a hand to tangle it in Draco’s hair. It never got there though.

Draco pulled away, gave Harry a saucy wink and drew him into the room by his tie, walking backwards to retain the eye contact. Harry swallowed down any remaining nerves and followed, his heart beat at the same pace as a hummingbirds’ wings.

The Room was small and intimate, devised to be exactly what Draco wanted it there for, the focus being, of course, the large four-poster bed against the far wall. The sheets were a dark colour, perhaps a deep green or blue. Harry’s mouth ran dry as Draco towed him over to it. “Umm, Malfoy?”

Draco stopped when his thighs came into contact with the mattress, his hand dropping to his side and releasing his hold on Harry. Harry’s tie fluttered to his chest, a weak imitation of the sort of touch he craved. The touch came soon enough though, as Draco smoothed his hands over Harry’s shirt, steadily moving up towards his collar and pushing the heavier material of his robe aside to fall onto he floor. His finger wiggled into the knot at the base of his throat, expertly loosening the tie with a single pull of his finger. His buttons followed in the same manner, leaving his shirt to hang open on his shoulders. “Yes?” he asked, in a voice much to sultry.

“What,” Harry stopped to clear his throat as Draco yanked the last bit of his shirt from his trousers. “Why are you– we?” It was difficult to speak with a dry throat, so Harry gave up.

Draco ran his hands along the edges of Harry’s shirt, gripping the material in his fists. “You’re incredibly dense, you know that? Why do you think I started joining you on the Quidditch pitch? Why do you think I offered help with your Potions, even though we both know it’s a lost cause?” Harry just stared at him, dumbstruck. Draco huffed, his breath stirring his fringe. “It’s attraction, Harry. Don’t you think that, years ago, whether it was consciously or unconsciously, we were constantly bothering each other because of it? Well, I’ve decided to act on it.”

Harry flushed. He had never given thought to what it was that made him always seek Draco out in a crowd, the need to know what he was up to. As the war had turned from reality to memories and nightmares, he thought his obsession with Draco had only been something that had remained from sixth year, though whenever he mentioned that to Hermione, she just shook her head and sighed. As a result, Harry stopped discussing it with her.

“I didn’t… I never thought about it before,” Harry said.

Draco rolled his eyes, as if to say, Well, that much is obvious. When he spoke though, there was no trace of scorn in his voice. “It doesn’t scare you off though, does it?”

Harry hesitated. “It terrifies me,” he admitted, and Draco’s eyes slid away from his. “But I can’t deny the truth of it. And I… like the idea,” he finished and shifted awkwardly.

Draco’s eyes shot back to him. “Just ‘like’?” he asked, and quirked a brow.

“Well,” Harry said, and allowed his eyes to travel over Draco’s rumpled form. “Maybe more than like.”

Draco looked at him for a moment, grey eyes taking in every detail of Harry’s face, before it looked as if his confidence returned. “Alright then. Where were we?”

Harry swallowed nervously, and said as steadily as he could, “I believe there was some undressing going on…?”

Harry received a lurid smirk for that, before Draco slid off to the side in order to shed his own robe, and then proceeded to unbutton his shirt. Harry watched avidly as button after button was released, exposing a smooth, pale chest that had only until recently been dotted with drops of water. Harry licked his lips.

Draco’s hands stopped at the waistband of his trousers, and Harry looked back up to meet his gaze. Draco arched an eyebrow. “Joining me?”

Following Draco’s lead was easier said then done. Personally, Harry would have preferred watching Draco disrobe, but the end result worked best if the both of them were in equal states of undress.

Harry’s hands trembled slightly as he fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers, yanking on the material when it proved to be too difficult to undo. With a muttered oath, he finally managed to undo the clasps enough for him to be able to yank them down, tugging his pants off at the same time. Draco, smooth as ever, allowed his trousers to slide to the floor, joined shortly by his shirt.

Harry had been right; Draco had forgone wearing pants.

“On the bed, Potter,” Draco said, stepping out of the pool of material around his ankles. Harry scurried onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

Draco crawled across the bed to him, straddled his hips and leaned down to hover in front of his face. His hair, still slightly damp from the shower, hung about his face, the ends curling a little. “You forgot to take off your shirt,” he whispered. Harry flushed. “No matter,” Draco continued with a smirk. He fingered the edge of the collar, grazing over the silk of his tie before drawing the material from around his neck. “I can find some use for it.”

Draco settled his weight back onto Harry’s chest, running the smooth material of the tie through his elegant hands. Harry shifted, trying to find some friction for his cock that was becoming harder as he watched Draco manipulate the tie with long, dexterous fingers, weaving the material around them. Draco smirked at him, causing Harry to shiver at the mischievous glint that appeared in the silver eyes.

Draco shifted, adjusting his position and leaning over Harry, whose eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. When he felt something brush his lips gently, he cracked one open, only to be faced with Draco’s cock instead of a kiss as he had thought. Harry’s lips twitched into a smile before he allowed himself to flick his tongue out to tease the slit and delay any possibility of Draco moving away. It was only fair that he repay the favour, of course. Draco jerked a little, as if the action was unexpected, letting out a little gasp that Harry quickly decided had an addicting quality to it. He was determined to get more of those small sounds.

Feeling a bit more confident, Harry sucked the head of Draco’s cock into his mouth, twirling his tongue around when he could and trying to imitate what Draco had done to him in the shower. Just as Harry lifted his head to take more into his mouth, Draco’s hips jerked again, causing Harry to sputter and choke. He pulled off, trying to suck in a breath while simultaneously attempting to manipulate Draco’s prick.

Hands clutched at his hair, keeping his head in position as Draco slowly eased back inside, groaning softly. Harry could picture it; Draco, sitting astride Harry, head thrown back with his eyes closed and his hair fluttering with every movement he made, trailing softly over creamy shoulders. His eyes slid up over Draco’s stomach, rested briefly on his chest where the pink of his nipples stood out against the pale skin vividly, to where Draco did indeed have his head thrown back in pleasure. Harry moaned around Draco’s cock and fought to relax; the hands smoothing over his hair and down the sides of his face to caress his neck helped to ease the tension.

Harry could feel Draco’s legs tightening around his torso, indicating that Draco was getting close. He sucked a little harder, Draco gasping and shuddering in response before he yanked on Harry’s hair and pulled him off his cock. “Not like that,” he groaned, his words barely distinguishable from a sigh. He slid down Harry’s chest, his spit-slicked cock sliding against Harry’s skin. His hands trailed down over Harry’s shoulders, brushing his inner arms before turning into a steel grip around his wrists.

Draco yanked on his arms, forcing him to raise them over his head as he muttered something in Latin under his breath. Harry gasped at the rough treatment, his eyes widening further at he felt something smooth wrap itself around his wrists and pull his arms towards the top corners of the bed. Slightly panicked, Harry glanced up to see his Gryffindor tie holding his right wrist in place. Draco’s Slytherin one restrained his left.

“What-?” Harry said, turning back to face Draco. He yanked at his bonds a little, but there was no give. Draco, apparently, had taken advantage of Harry’s distraction to secure the ties to the bedposts.

Draco smirked. “Got you right where I want you.” Harry swallowed, his cock twitching at the promise behind those words. Draco reached over for a jar that was resting on the bedside table and unscrewed the top, dipping his fingers in and covering them with a slick, shiny substance.

With a last smoldering look at Harry, Draco pressed a quick kiss to his lips, nipping gently and sucking Harry’s bottom lip into his own mouth. His hand left a cool trail down Harry’s chest as he dragged a single finger down it, before it curled around his cock. Harry bucked into the hold and felt Draco smile against his mouth.

Draco’s hand smoothed over his cock, applying the lubricant in a thin layer. The kiss broke when Draco moved away, holding the base of Harry’s cock steady and settling himself just above it.

Just as Draco began to lower himself, Harry was struck by a sudden thought. He didn’t know a while lot about gay sex, but wasn’t there supposed to be some sort of stretching before actual penetration? Wouldn’t it hurt otherwise?

Before Harry could stop him, Draco had lowered himself enough so that his cock pushed through the ring of muscle and into Draco’s tight heat. Draco threw his head back and gave a throaty moan, sinking further down. Harry’s breath caught in his throat, a dawning realization making itself known, drying his throat and making speech near impossible. “You– you already–” he started to say, once Draco’s arse was flush against Harry’s hips.

“Yup,” Draco panted.

Harry’s head swam. Just the thought of Draco lying in this bed, preparing himself… for Harry, perhaps even thinking of him– it was enough to make his heart stop beating momentarily before it restarted at triple the pace, have his breath catch in his throat and give him wanking material for the rest of the school year all at once. “You’ll have to let me watch next time.”

Draco looked down at him. His hands clenched on Harry’s chest, the nails leaving a series of small indentations. “Next time,” he agreed, before he lifted himself once more.

Draco set the pace, fucking himself on Harry’s cock. Harry tried desperately to buck back up, giving back as good as he got. Draco kept up a string of senseless words, all yeses and oh fucks and Harrys, Harry echoing him with his own strings of oh gods and Dracos. Draco’s hair hung in his eyes, his chest gleamed with sweat, and his breathing came in short gasps interspersed with moans. His movements highlighted the muscles in his thighs and stomach, and his hands were constantly moving against Harry’s chest, running over the muscles, tweaking a nipple here and leaving faint lines from his fingernails there as he ran them down his chest. Harry didn’t think he had ever seen such an erotic sight.

Harry curled his hands into fists around the ties and bent his knees, trying to find leverage to thrust upwards harder. It worked apparently, if Draco’s harsh shout was anything to go by. He clenched down around Harry, making Harry’s head spin.

Draco collapsed onto his chest, panting and writhing. His hand wedged itself in between their bodies, taking hold of his cock and pulling roughly. “Gonna–” he panted, but broke off with a loud, hitched moan. He stretched his neck out, captured Harry’s lips again in another bruising kiss and shuddered, tightening around Harry’s cock as he came, the come that shot forth spreading between their chests and mixing with the accumulation of sweat. Harry hissed and shoved his hips up as hard as he could, before he stilled as well and came with a cry that was swallowed by Draco’s kiss.

Draco relaxed on top of Harry with a last shudder, his breath ghosting over Harry’s ear as he tried to regain composure. His hands were still moving over Harry’s skin, tracing small circles and rubbing at his shoulders. Harry pulled on the ties again.

“Can you-?” he asked, his voice rough.

Draco murmured something, buried his face into Harry’s neck, and reached up to fumble with the ties in an effort to undo them.

Once free, Harry gripped Draco’s hips and rolled them, reversing their positions and covering Draco’s body with his own. Draco blinked up at him, still slightly dazed. He looked slightly unsure of himself now, trying to shift out from under Harry’s weight as if he was uncomfortable with the closeness. Which was ridiculous, Harry thought, after what they had just done.

“Why,” Harry said, “has it taken us so long to get here?”

Draco’s unease lifted at once. He gave a half smile, and said, “As I said before, Potter, it’s because you’re kind of slow.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “I thought you lured me up here for intimacy, Draco, or was I wrong?”

Draco scoffed. “Lured?”

“Well, what else would you call it?”

“Maybe making you see what you’ve been missing?”

Harry had to admit he had a point there. Harry was notorious for being oblivious towards these kinds of feelings and not being able to recognize them for what they were. With a snort, he rolled off Draco but still maintained a grip on his wrist. Draco rolled with him so they ended up on their sides and facing each other.

“What’ll this be?” Draco looked at him expectantly, propping himself up on an elbow.

Harry didn’t answer for a while, thinking it over. “I don’t know,” he said eventually. “I do know that I’d want it to be more than just this though.”

He must have said the right thing, because Draco grinned and said, “Maybe there’s some hope for you yet,” before he leaned over and graced Harry with another of those kisses.

~*~

When Harry returned to the common room in a much better mood then when he had last left, the first person he saw was Hermione, huddled away in a corner with a stack of books. When she caught sight of him, she turned bright red and ducked behind the stack.

Harry ignored her obvious desire to avoid him without making it look like that was what she was doing, and sat down in the empty chair beside her. “You knew, didn’t you?”

Hermione let out a squeak and said indignantly, “I most certainly did not!” At Harry’s surprised expression, she huffed and continued, “I told Ron to lock the door too, but he assured me that it was a universal symbol, and that anyone would–”

Harry, quickly realizing what Hermione was talking about, flushed and interrupted her. “That’s not what I meant! I was talking about… about me and Malfoy.”

Hermione –being Hermione, Harry figured– must have seen something, had somehow figured out that there was a reason why Harry obsessed over Draco and recognized it for what it really was. Not as an obsession, but as a desire to be close to the blond. And of course she figured it out. It was something that Hermione did, seeing things for what they really were.

Hermione blinked at him before she took stock of his appearance. Harry’s blush deepened at what he knew she could see; lips that were still slightly too swollen, hair and clothes mussed more than usual, collar unbuttoned and just barely concealing a light mark on his neck. A grin spread over her face.

“So…” she said, leaning back in her chair with a smug expression. Harry could feel the I-told-you-so moment coming, even though she never had exactly ‘told him so’.

Harry shrugged and said, “Tell you what, I won’t tease you about Ron if you agree to do the same about me and Draco.”

Hermione agreed, rather reluctantly, Harry thought.

The peace didn’t last long though, before she cut him a sideways glance and said, “Draco, huh?”

Harry rolled his eyes, looking away to conceal the flush that had spread over his cheeks. Hermione was too smart to be blackmailed.

That didn’t make him answer her question though.


fin

Comments

[monster-o-love.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm!!!! This is wonderful!!! Love how sexy!confident!Draco has his little moments of insecurity and Harry makes it all better. :DDD Oh those adorable boys!

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Hee, thanks! :D THey have more fun when they go back and forth like that.

[cello-of-doom.livejournal.com]

oooh. This was just what i needed after a stressful morning - very very very nice!

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!

[cassisluna.livejournal.com]

asldknslkg I am speechless at the utter hotness of this ♥♥♥ And I love your IknowwhatIwant!Draco and his bouts of insecurity and Harry being all Harry and while the smut was hot, I also absolutely love how perfectly sweet it was! :) ♥

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Thank you!! For awhile, this was one I was(/am?) not particularly fond of for some reason. Not enough character development, I thought...

[cassisluna.livejournal.com]

It's wonderful ♥ If it makes you feel better, I think it's all worth in in the end anyway because even though it's a short fic, the backstory easily shows through and makes the whole thing more heartfelt! :D

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Oh that's good then. :D ♥Thanks!

[nenne.livejournal.com]

This is yummy! I'm glad you reposted. Makes it easier to bookmark.

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

*blush* Wow, thank you! Glad it makes it a little easier! :D

[emerish.livejournal.com]

mmm. This was wonderfully sexy. *g* I really enjoyed it. <3

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D Glad you enjoyed it!

[purple-lights.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful!

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Thanks!! ♥

[hollys_tree]

This is adorable.

I also saw that you signed up for bigbang and I'm really looking forward to that. You have a wonderful way with words and I can't wait to read a loong story of yours! *hugs*

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

And yes, and I've been fretting over it. I hope it turns out okay, as it's the longest thing I've written in a while. But I've been working on it for a long time, rather slowly, so I'm almost half done. Bah GAH! ANyways, thank you so much! ♥ ♥

[kayladie.livejournal.com]

Loved this! I liked Draco getting Harry started in the showers and then making him go to the RoR!

Nice work!

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Hee hee, I enjoyed that too. :) I like my Draco teasing.

[jengeorge.livejournal.com]

Yummy! I'm a sucker for this kind of stuff-really!

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thank you for reading!

[deirdre-aithne.livejournal.com]

*flails all over again*

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

:D And you get the complete last sentence! *flails with you*

[sabinefrappe.livejournal.com]

I can see exactly how Draco would flirt incessantly until he had to accoust Harry in some way! It's awesome how you can make Harry unsettled, but such a willing participant, and how Draco makes him feel like a man, despite being bound like that. I'm so babbling now, because I REALLY liked that...

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Aww, thanks you, sweets! ♥

[miztrezboo80.livejournal.com]

hot. JUST HOT! I loved the little moments where it was obvious Draco had thought about this a LOT more than poor oblivious Harry did!

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It was totally the lure of showers ex, wasn't it? :P

[brinimc.livejournal.com]

AWWWW! YAY!!! Happy boy secks and relationships!!! woot woot!! Bad Hermione, notb eing blackmailed, grr grr.

[talekayler.livejournal.com]

Hermione's too smart to be blackmailed, me thinks. ;) Thanks for reading bb!