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moonlite_trystTitle: After The Ballet Is Over Part 1
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lusiology
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D, post Hogwarts PWP
Word Count: 1069
Summary: A train journey like no other with secrets, dares and double-dares.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Betas:roedhunt and saladbats Thanks so much for being there to support me with this.
Prompt: "Dare you to move."
A/N: This is a sequel to La Fashionista
Written forjamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT.
Standing outside the Royal Opera House, Draco declined the post ballet supper at Sarastro, citing a headache and the need for air. He turned abruptly and began to walk through the noisy throng on Bow Street toward Long Acre, not looking to see if Harry was following. The smile on Harry’s face evaporated at Draco’s departure and he suddenly felt bereft. He glanced at Hermione who was standing next to him.
“He’s obviously still angry with me.” Harry shook his head and sighed as he watched Draco’s rapidly diminishing form. “It was only meant to be a bit of fun. Why can’t he see that? I’m the one who looked like a total prat in front of you all, not him.”
“Harry, you know Draco. He likes things to be ‘just so’. He wasn’t expecting you in your… birthday suit, that’s all. He’ll come round and see the funny side, you’ll see. Now go, before you lose sight of him.”
Harry caught up with Draco by All Saints on Long Acre and fell into step beside him, the silence between them a sharp contrast to the excited chattering of the crowds returning home from the theatres or the revelers still seeking out pubs and clubs. Harry occasionally glanced at Draco hoping to see some softening of those taut features, but Draco kept his eyes fixed firmly on the distance as he walked briskly along.
Leicester Square underground station was hectic so Harry took the lead, not wanting to lose Draco, threading his way through the mass of people, past the barriers and on to the escalator that led down to the platforms. As they descended he could feel Draco’s eyes boring into the back of his head. He needed to find a way to placate Draco before they got home or the memory of a wonderful evening would be ruined by a blazing row, all because of a stupid joke that would have worked if their friends hadn’t been present.
Harry stepped off the escalator and headed down the passage for the westbound platform of the Piccadilly Line. Turning into the entrance he looked up and stopped dead, causing Draco to collide with his back.
“What the fuck, Harry?” Draco demanded as he stooped to retrieve the programme he’d dropped on the floor. “What have you stopped for?” Harry didn’t answer. He stood transfixed in front of a large black and white poster, totally oblivious to anyone around him, including Draco.
Draco looked over Harry’s shoulder at the image in front of him and met the piercing stare of a semi-naked man. He prodded Harry in the back to get his attention. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Adam Cooper,” Harry answered breathlessly.
“Who?”
Harry turned to face Draco, excitement dancing in his eyes. “Adam Cooper, he’s performing here in London, in July and August.” He looked back at the poster. “Isn’t he magnificent? I saw him on TV at the Dursely’s. He’s sex on legs Draco.” Harry gazed in contemplation for a moment longer before murmuring, “Oh yes, Sex. On. Legs.”
Draco frowned and looked again at the figure before him. He could definitely see the appeal, the handsome face, broad shoulders, well toned abdominal and pectoral muscles. He could also see the effect it was having on Harry and a spark of jealousy flared inside him. He gripped Harry’s elbow possessively, ready to steer him through the crowd. “Come on,” he coaxed, his earlier mood forgotten, “or we’ll miss the train.”
Draco manoeuvred Harry into the corner by the opposite doors of the carriage. The compartment continued to fill, shrinking the space they were occupying until Harry was perched on a padded ledge sandwiched firmly between the wall of the carriage and Draco, his thighs either side of Draco’s right leg. Draco reached up and held on to the hand rail with his right hand for support while Harry settled for holding on to the front of Draco's jacket. He looked up to find Draco staring intently at him. “Well, this is cosy,” he quipped and was relieved when Draco smiled back.
“One could almost describe it as intimate.”
Maybe the evening would end well after all.
They lurched forward. Draco swayed against Harry, his body following the oscillating rhythm of the train as it began its high-speed dash to the next station. He leaned in toward Harry and breathed in his ear, “Tell me more about this dancer you’re so captivated with, this Adam Cooper.”
Harry held Draco’s gaze, relieved that the earlier tension between them had disappeared. “I’ve been a secret admirer of his for years, ever since I saw him dance in another version of Swan Lake. It was incredible, Draco. There was so much chemistry between him and the prince that I used him as my…” he paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed, a slight flush spreading across his face and neck.
“Your what?”
Harry looked away and worried his bottom lip. He couldn’t believe he was about to reveal something so private, so secret, here in this crowded public place. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he thought as he leaned closer to Draco to lower his voice. “I used to fantasize about him when I wanked. You know… before I started fantasizing about you.”
Draco’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating, “Before me?” he said in a choked whisper, “You wanked to fantasies about me?”
Draco’s reaction gave Harry the confidence to reveal more. “Still do sometimes Draco, during the day at work,” he smirked.
Draco didn’t know if it was the image of Harry with his trousers and boxers round his ankles, arching away from his office chair, head thrown back and come spurting through his fingers that made him hard or the way his cock had been brushing through his trousers against Harry’s thigh as the train surged through the tunnel. But hard he was, hard and uncomfortable.
Despite the rocking motion of the train, Harry felt Draco shift against his thigh. He glanced down, a slight smile playing across his lips. “You look like you could use a hand with that,” his gaze flicked back to Draco, “take mine.”
Draco contemplated the closeness of Harry’s cupped hand to his aching erection and managed to supress a groan. Harry slid his hand further along his thigh so the tips of his fingers pressed against Draco’s balls. “Go on, I dare you to move.”
On to Part 2
A/N Adam Cooper is an exceptionally talented dancer. If you want to know what Harry saw, click the link below to Adam's website.
http://www.adam-cooper.com/
Author:
lusiologyRating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D, post Hogwarts PWP
Word Count: 1069
Summary: A train journey like no other with secrets, dares and double-dares.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Betas:
roedhunt and saladbats Thanks so much for being there to support me with this.Prompt: "Dare you to move."
A/N: This is a sequel to La Fashionista
Written for
jamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT. Standing outside the Royal Opera House, Draco declined the post ballet supper at Sarastro, citing a headache and the need for air. He turned abruptly and began to walk through the noisy throng on Bow Street toward Long Acre, not looking to see if Harry was following. The smile on Harry’s face evaporated at Draco’s departure and he suddenly felt bereft. He glanced at Hermione who was standing next to him.
“He’s obviously still angry with me.” Harry shook his head and sighed as he watched Draco’s rapidly diminishing form. “It was only meant to be a bit of fun. Why can’t he see that? I’m the one who looked like a total prat in front of you all, not him.”
“Harry, you know Draco. He likes things to be ‘just so’. He wasn’t expecting you in your… birthday suit, that’s all. He’ll come round and see the funny side, you’ll see. Now go, before you lose sight of him.”
Harry caught up with Draco by All Saints on Long Acre and fell into step beside him, the silence between them a sharp contrast to the excited chattering of the crowds returning home from the theatres or the revelers still seeking out pubs and clubs. Harry occasionally glanced at Draco hoping to see some softening of those taut features, but Draco kept his eyes fixed firmly on the distance as he walked briskly along.
Leicester Square underground station was hectic so Harry took the lead, not wanting to lose Draco, threading his way through the mass of people, past the barriers and on to the escalator that led down to the platforms. As they descended he could feel Draco’s eyes boring into the back of his head. He needed to find a way to placate Draco before they got home or the memory of a wonderful evening would be ruined by a blazing row, all because of a stupid joke that would have worked if their friends hadn’t been present.
Harry stepped off the escalator and headed down the passage for the westbound platform of the Piccadilly Line. Turning into the entrance he looked up and stopped dead, causing Draco to collide with his back.
“What the fuck, Harry?” Draco demanded as he stooped to retrieve the programme he’d dropped on the floor. “What have you stopped for?” Harry didn’t answer. He stood transfixed in front of a large black and white poster, totally oblivious to anyone around him, including Draco.
Draco looked over Harry’s shoulder at the image in front of him and met the piercing stare of a semi-naked man. He prodded Harry in the back to get his attention. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Adam Cooper,” Harry answered breathlessly.
“Who?”
Harry turned to face Draco, excitement dancing in his eyes. “Adam Cooper, he’s performing here in London, in July and August.” He looked back at the poster. “Isn’t he magnificent? I saw him on TV at the Dursely’s. He’s sex on legs Draco.” Harry gazed in contemplation for a moment longer before murmuring, “Oh yes, Sex. On. Legs.”
Draco frowned and looked again at the figure before him. He could definitely see the appeal, the handsome face, broad shoulders, well toned abdominal and pectoral muscles. He could also see the effect it was having on Harry and a spark of jealousy flared inside him. He gripped Harry’s elbow possessively, ready to steer him through the crowd. “Come on,” he coaxed, his earlier mood forgotten, “or we’ll miss the train.”
Draco manoeuvred Harry into the corner by the opposite doors of the carriage. The compartment continued to fill, shrinking the space they were occupying until Harry was perched on a padded ledge sandwiched firmly between the wall of the carriage and Draco, his thighs either side of Draco’s right leg. Draco reached up and held on to the hand rail with his right hand for support while Harry settled for holding on to the front of Draco's jacket. He looked up to find Draco staring intently at him. “Well, this is cosy,” he quipped and was relieved when Draco smiled back.
“One could almost describe it as intimate.”
Maybe the evening would end well after all.
They lurched forward. Draco swayed against Harry, his body following the oscillating rhythm of the train as it began its high-speed dash to the next station. He leaned in toward Harry and breathed in his ear, “Tell me more about this dancer you’re so captivated with, this Adam Cooper.”
Harry held Draco’s gaze, relieved that the earlier tension between them had disappeared. “I’ve been a secret admirer of his for years, ever since I saw him dance in another version of Swan Lake. It was incredible, Draco. There was so much chemistry between him and the prince that I used him as my…” he paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed, a slight flush spreading across his face and neck.
“Your what?”
Harry looked away and worried his bottom lip. He couldn’t believe he was about to reveal something so private, so secret, here in this crowded public place. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he thought as he leaned closer to Draco to lower his voice. “I used to fantasize about him when I wanked. You know… before I started fantasizing about you.”
Draco’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating, “Before me?” he said in a choked whisper, “You wanked to fantasies about me?”
Draco’s reaction gave Harry the confidence to reveal more. “Still do sometimes Draco, during the day at work,” he smirked.
Draco didn’t know if it was the image of Harry with his trousers and boxers round his ankles, arching away from his office chair, head thrown back and come spurting through his fingers that made him hard or the way his cock had been brushing through his trousers against Harry’s thigh as the train surged through the tunnel. But hard he was, hard and uncomfortable.
Despite the rocking motion of the train, Harry felt Draco shift against his thigh. He glanced down, a slight smile playing across his lips. “You look like you could use a hand with that,” his gaze flicked back to Draco, “take mine.”
Draco contemplated the closeness of Harry’s cupped hand to his aching erection and managed to supress a groan. Harry slid his hand further along his thigh so the tips of his fingers pressed against Draco’s balls. “Go on, I dare you to move.”
On to Part 2
A/N Adam Cooper is an exceptionally talented dancer. If you want to know what Harry saw, click the link below to Adam's website.
http://www.adam-cooper.com/
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Date: 2005-06-19 05:38 am (UTC)And how can you say you have problems writing smut, when you managed to write something 1069 words long that was HOT??? Because boy, it IS hot... Such an image...
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Date: 2005-06-19 10:04 pm (UTC)*stops chewing nails* I thought you might think it silly. What you read is the result of 9 hours (off and on) of write, delete, rewrite, delete and almost give up. Your praise means a great deal to me.