Close To Crazy

Awakening, Beauty, & Sounds.

Draco woke up, his heart beating fast from the dream. It wasn’t like all the others, it wasn’t like those at all. Someone had been inside him, yes, but they had made him feel wanted, needed,even loved. God he was sick, Draco was so sick, he spent the whole night talking about how his father had raped him and now he was having dreams about someone fucking him. God he was a slut. How the fuck did all this happen? He never thought about anyone doing that to him. He liked women. He liked the way they smelled, and how smooth their skin was, and their soft curves, hell, he loved women! Granted he had never had sex with one but hey, if he liked them without sex he always assumed he would like them more with the sex. Right? Somehting moved beside Draco in his bed and Draco nearly screamed, he looked over, and there layed the Boy-Who-Lived, in all his sleeping wonder. It should have been illegale to look that damn good, Draco thought. Harry moved his head to face towards Draco and the blonde’sbreath caught. Draco knew Harry had always been attractive, even handsome, but good lord, never beautiful. But that’s what Harry Potter was, beautiful.
Draco, being the person he was never really took the time to look at Harry when they were younger and within the past six weeks he never had a chance, so he looked now. He wasn’t perfect, he had a small scar through his right eyebrow, and his nose was maybe a little to small for his face shape but it had freckles dusted across it and Draco had the strangest urge to kiss every single one of them. Harry’s hair was black, truly black, it was so dark that when the sun caught it just right, it would light up almost violet. And those eyelashes had to be the envy of every women who had, has or ever will, set foot on this earth. And by Merlin! Draco wanted to kiss those too! The former Gryffindor’s cheek bones were not as prominent as Draco’s himself, but they were visiable. Draco slid his gaze over Harry’s cheek and notiched a two day stubble that had began to grow, for some odd reason, Draco longed to watch Harry shave. In fact Draco wanted to watch Harry do the most common of things, he wanted to watch him cut vegetables and do laundry and make hot coco during wintertime. Why in the hell hadn’t Draco noticed this before?! And that mouth! Goodness but that full, sensuous, sleep-puffed mouth! Harry licked his lips and mumbled something illegible, Draco’s groin tightened uncomfortably. Harry’s lips moved again, The former Slytherin’s brow furrowed in confusion and he dragged his gaze up. A pair of sparkling emerald eyes gazed at him intently and those lips moved again,
“Draco?” and the blonde shot back into reality. He was mortified, how long had Harry been awake? How long had the dark-haired wizard been watching as Draco nearly drooled over him like some love-sick teenage girl? Draco surpressed the urge to suffocate himself with a pillow into the next oblivion and laid back,
“Hey there Harry!” wonderful, now he sounded like an overzealous puppy, this day was going to go well.
“How are you feeling?” Harry asked, resting that perfect head of hair on his hand, Draco’s eyes moved down quickly and noticed Harry was shirtless. Harry. Was. Shirtless. Draco wanted to die.
“Good! Fine! Great even!” Draco nearly shouted, Harry’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
“That’s good, wonderful, great even.” Harry said laughing, he rolled onto his back and stretched. Draco’s eyes followed the movement and he watch as the muscles under Harrys chest work and play under that softly tanned skin, the blonde’s gaze went down, down, down, to Harry’s taunt stomach, how tall is Harry?, and spotted a line of dark hair that disappeared into his pajamas. Harry groaned in satisfaction, and Draco’s cock jumped. And then he noticed it, Harry’s erection, and judging by the outline of Harry’s pants, he was by no means small. Now Draco really wanted to die, his head rolled towards the celling again and he silently begged whoever was listening to please strike him with lightening, or a flying saucer or anything because there was no way in hell that Harry could not notice Draco’s raging hard-on now. Well maybe there was, all Draco had to do was slip out of the bed before Harry noticed. Yes! That was it! He would just slide off the bed, get up and walk out! The problem was that Draco did not notice how very close he was to the edge of the bed and he slid, only to almost fall. But after years of training Harry reacted quickly, and threw his arm over Draco, yanking the blonde so hard that he landed on top of Harry with a thud. Draco was shorter, yes, but not by any vast amount, three inches or so, and Draco felt Harry’s erection press into his hip causeing thr blonde to groan in appreaction. Draco’s eyes rolled back in his head, as a shot of lust flashed through his body. Good lord, but Potter was all man. Draco looked down, and at that moment he planned to shoot himself in the face with a bazooka, as soon as he got himself out of this situation. Draco moved to get off Harry, only to have a sun-kissed hand press firmly against the small of his back, causing their two erecions to grate together. Now Harry groaned,
“Oh fuck…” and Draco swore up and down, left and right for that matter, that that was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in all his thirty-six years of living. So, Draco moved his hips and caused the same noise to spill out of that wondeful mouth. A wicked grin spread across Draco’s lips and he braced his palms against the bed, pushed his upper body up, which cause his hips to go down.
“Sweet God…” Harry moaned,
“You can call me Draco.” The blonde said and emerald eyes popped open, slamming into focus. Harry sat up so quickly Draco flew back, fell off the bed and landed on his ass. “What the hell?” he snipped, Harry got off the bed and ran out of the room, throwing a sorry over his shoulder. And Draco sat there for a good fifteen minuets staring at the doorway wondering just what he had done wrong.

TBC!!!