Close To Crazy

Lips, Boyfriends, & First-Time.

Draco walked into the house shaking the rain out of his hair and ran up-stairs into Harry’s bedroom, feeling wonderful. So this was it. This is what love was like. And yes he was certain that he was in love with Harry, there was no getting around that. Draco wanted to scream it off the roof tops, he wanted to fly in a plane and broadcast it to the world. Draco shut the door behind himself and leaned against it, smiling like a goon. He touched his lips softly,

“He’ll save me.” He whispered to himself. He stripped out of his clothes and into Harry’s ridiculously large shower. As he was washing his hair, a thought started to worm it’s way into Draco’s head. What if Harry didn’t feel the same? After all, hadn’t he said he only wanted to be friends? That was fine with Draco, he would rather have Harry as his friend then not have him at all. Wouldn’t he? But why then had Harry kissed him the way he did? And could Draco really deal with only getting a taste of heaven and not be let back in? No. Draco shook his head, Harry wasn’t like that. Draco let his head fall back under the shower head and rinsed his hair. He rolled his shoulders, trying to release some tension and looked down, he saw a figure through the steam outside the shower door and his heart skipped a beat. Was Harry watching him shower? Draco grinned to himself and stepped toward the door, pushing it open.

“HA!” no one was there, Draco frowned to himself. He could of swore he saw someone…oh well. He went back in the shower and finished up. The blonde stretched out his neck, letting the warm water pound on his muscles and turned off the water. He sighed in satisfaction andstepped out of the shower gingerly, Draco spotted something out of the corner of his eye and almost shrieked when he saw Harry standing there gawking at him.

“Um…Hello.” Draco said, Harry seemed to jerk himself back into reality.

“Oh!” Harry looked down Draco’s body,

“Like what you see Harry?” Draco inquired smirking. Harry flushed crimsion and turned away quickly, Draco smiled and grabbed Harry’s arm taking a deep breath.

“Look Harry, there is something between us. You can say there’s not and deny it if you want to, but when it comes down to it, there is something here. I want to get to know you, I want to know about your life as a child. If it was good, if it was bad. I want to know what your favorite holiday is, how you take your tea, what your favorite fabric softener is. I want to know you, not the Boy-Who–Lived, or The Savior of the Wizarding World. I want to know you, Harry James Potter. Now here’s where you make a choice; Harry if you walk through the door and don’t look back, we’ll keep dancing around this, or ignore this completely. But if you turn around and look at me, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. And it will mean that you want to give this a shot,” Draco released Harry’s arm, “The choice is yours.” Harry stood there and didn’t move, Draco felt his eyes start water. This was the first time he had ever been in love, and he just had to put it off a while longer. Maybe. But maybe Harry didn’t want anything like what Draco was offering, maybe…no like Draco had said before Harry wasn’t like that. Draco knew that, it was in his gut. Harry Potter did not toy with people like that. Draco spoke up,

“Okay, I don’t know what you not moving means so I’ll just leave-” Harry whipped around and clutched Draco’s shoulders, curling his fingers around Draco’s biceps and looking at him.

“You mean what you said?” Harry asked sounding almost desperate, Draco smiled as if to say ‘what are you silly?’.

“Of course I did Potter. I don’t go spilling out my feeling like that to people I don’t love.” Draco stopped suddenly, his face paling, wait. Wait! He hadn’t meant to say that! It came out wrong!‘Oh God…Oh God…what did I just do?’ Draco wanted to run, far and fast. He wanted something to kill him right there. Where was that bazooka he had been poundering about earlier? Draco squeezed his eyes shut and silently willed Harry to let him go, so he could go hide under a rock and never come out.

“Your in love with me Draco?” Harry asked, something in his voice Draco couldn’t pin-point. Draco took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and nodded. Harry smiled slightly and hauled Draco flush against him,

“I want this to go somewhere. I don’t want this to stop, I want to be your friend but not only your friend. I want to be someone who matters to you. I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Really?” Draco asked sounding hopefull. Harry nodded, “Then kiss me you fool.”

“Favorite food?” Draco asked adjusting himself to fit more comfortably in the crook of Harry’s left arm.

“Curry.” Harry curled his arm and stroked his thumb along Draco’s jaw line. Draco smiled,

“We are supposed to be getting to know eachother you know and you, my love, are complicating this matter.”

“Iamgetting to know you.” Harry said,

“Really? And how is that?”

“Well, I now know that you have the softest skin I have ever felt, you don’t seem to grow facial hair, that your hair feels like butter between my fingers and you quite possibly have the most kissable lips to ever exsist.” Draco felt her cheeks warm,

“Oh.” The blonde said quitely. Harry put his lips on Draco’s hair and smiled,

“Yes, oh.”

“Okay…” Harry laughed at Draco’s response, and kissed him.

“What did you, do you, miss most about magic?” Harry asked a few minuets later,

“The feel of it. That release you get, that feeling of being completely free. I miss that, still, I think I always will.” Draco mused,

“Do you mind if I ask you other questions? About some…other stuff?”

“Stuff? What do you mean stuff?” Draco asked sitting up and turning around to look at Harry,

“Why you left.” Harry said not wanting to look at Draco directly.

“You found out why Harry. I told you. Well, you told you.”

“No, what I mean is, I don’t understand is how you knew about Blaise dying.” Draco stiffened,

“What do you mean?”

“Well you said that once you left you lost all contact with everyone, but I thought you left right after the War.” Draco didn’t say anything at first and then took a deep breath,

“I did, I left right after the War. I just didn’t get far. When my father found out about me and helping the light side he killed my mother. I remember, her and I were sitting there talking and he came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, a few seconds later he snapped her neck.” Draco wrapped his arms around his legs and stared into the lit fireplace, “I loved her.

She was the only one who ever gave a rats-ass about my well being, even if she didn't show iy how people thought she should. So, for me joining the Light side. for my punishment, he killed her. After he did it he just left, asking over his shoulder if I was coming down for dinner. I ran that night, but I didn't get far because I found out about Pansey’s death, I attended the funeral and my father was there, he greeted me but said nothing about my leaving, I hadn’t been gone long enough to be suspected of anything. After the funeral I ran again, I don’t know for howw long, it could have been days, maybe a week.” Draco seemed to hunch more into himself, and rubbed at his eyes. Harry reached over and touched Draco’s shoulder, “Don’t Harry. If you do that, I know I’ll start crying, again. And I have cried so much in front of you, I can’t do that again.” Draco sighed, “Someone finally found me, a man named Bruce, he was an Irish Muggle and lived in one of the forests I had been through, I never found out where it was. He had a wife Adel, and a little baby-girl, Emma, she was beautiful. I spent a month and a halfthere, and would go into town every once in awile. One of the store clerks was a squib and kept me informed on what was going on. That was how I found out about Blaise, someone must have seen me in the store, someone I knew. I went back to the house and saw my father with a knife at Bruce’s throat. He and some other man slaughtered them all. Some Muggles, that knew nothing about our world, killed.” Draco looked at Harry, “A baby Harry, she was killed, a little tiny thing, who when I held her, she would grab onto my finger and hold so damn tight. She always smiled at me. You think if she knew about me she would have smiled at me? And Adel? She was wonderfull, both her and Bruce offered to let me stay as long as I needed. And I killed them.” Tears leaked down Draco’s face, and he shook his head. “I know I didn’t do it physically, my father bound me with a spell, but he wouldn’t have killed them if I hadn’t been there.” Harry didn’t know what to say to that.

“I-I’m sorry Draco. I-I didn’t know-” Draco looked at him,

“I know you didn’t know.” Now Harry was crying, “No, sweetie…don’t cry. There is no reason to cry. I’m okay, sweetie, I’m okay.”

“It's not fair!” Harry yelled and things around them began to shake, a picture fell off the wall and hit the floor.

“Harry!” Draco grabbed his face, “Look at me! It’s not your fault. It’s not my fault, well it is, but I didn’t kill them. Don’t waste your anger on a thing that your not responsible for! Please baby, don’t.” Draco pulled himself to Harry and took Harry’s arms and wrapped his arms around Harry. A glass next to them exploded, bits hitting Draco. “Harry, stop. Now you’ve hurt me, stop.” Everything stopped moving and Harry looked at him,

“Sorry…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Now stop, okay? Since I’ve been here I’ve gotten better. I think talking about some of the things have made it a lot better…easier to deal with.You have helped me Harry, more then anyone ever has.” Draco kissed Harry on the lips, “You saved me, just like you said you would.” Draco kissed him again, and moved into Harry’s lap. “And I love you for it, and for this.” Draco kissed Harry’s nose, “And these.” He moved to his eyes and kissed them, licking away the tears, “And these.” Draco nipped at one of Harry’s ears, tracing his tounge along the shell. “I love everything about you.” He moved back to look the brunett in the eye and smiled. Harry lurched foreward and captured Draco’s lips in one searing kiss, Harry pushed his tounge into Draco’s mouth and plundered the warm, wet depths. Once their oxygen ran low, they pulled apart, both panting.

“If we don’t stop now, we may do something you will regret.” Harry warned,

“No regrets here. You?” Draco looked up at him, his eyes twinkling, Harry shook his head and smashed their mouths together again, pulling the smaller man harder against him. Draco pulled back again and Harry whimpered at the loss of contact, Draco took handfulls of Harry’s shirt and ripped it down the middle. Draco looked at the smooth planes of the sun-kissed skin and felt his cock twitch under his clothes. The blonde looked up into Harry’s eye and smiled,

“You are a God.” Draco said, and attacked Harry's chest, scraping his nails along the skin. Draco grazed his teeth over one blush pink nipple and Harry nearly came out of his skin.

“My, my, my, sensitive aren’t we?” Harry gave him a half-hearted glare and Draco smirked, continuing to lavish each nipple attentively. Wonderfull sounds kept coming from the mouth above him and Draco moved down to that little trail of hair he wanted so desperatly to touch. Draco licked a smooth line down it just dipping below the waistline of Harry’s jeans and coming back up to delve his toung in the larger man’s navel. Finally, Harry growled in frustration,

“Draco…”

“Yes?” the blonde asked, biting along the edges of Harry’s hips,

“Are you trying to kill me?” Harry whined, thrusting his hips, trying to gain more friction between Draco and and his fully engorged, denim enclosed cock.

“No love.” Draco answered, unzipping Harry’s pants, bringing them just low enough for Draco to get a lovely view of that wild hair above Harry’s manhood. Draco licked his lips and kissed that hair, tasting sandlewood, Harry, and something that was just male.

“Draco-” Harry moaned, said blonde put his fingers in Harry’s belt loops and yanked. Harry gasped, certain that the cool air alone, would bring him off. Harry was, in a word gorgeous. Draco could have spent a good long time just admiring Harry’s cock but he did not think that would sit to well with Harry himself, so he decided to explore what it felt like. Draco had never touched anyone else’s prick before, he barley touched his own, but he had plans for Harry, Draco was going to learn everything Harry liked. And learn he did. Draco wrapped his hand around Harry and stroked upward, the brunett just about came right there. It was like steel wrapped in loose silk, and so hot. It felt like fire in his hand, boiling thick liquid rolled down his fingers and Draco licked at it, tasting that Harry-sandlewood flavor again. Draco liked that flavor, he sat up and licked the head of Harry’s cock. Harry moaned and the blonde moved his hand and went down to the root, licking one cool line all the way up, tracing the vein. Once he got to the top he delved his tounge into the slit and that was it, Harry shot off, screaming. Draco grinned and wiped his eyes, licking the back of his hand. Draco rubbed his face along Harry’s thighs and inhaled deeply, God, but he could never get enough of that. Draco cleaned Harry and crawled up the brunett’s body, grinning like crazy.

“Harry? Love? Are you alright?” one brilliant green eye opened and looked at him,

“Do you do that a lot?” he asked lazily, Draco gave him a look,

“No. I’ve never done that.” Draco said honestly. Both eyes popped open,

“No shit.”

“No shit.” Draco confirmed.

“How could you have never-wait, are you a virgin?” a look of astonishment settled across Harry’s features.

“Yes,” Draco looked away, feeling like a fool. A warm hand rested on his cheek,

“I didn’t know that, I thought…well everyone always called you The Slytherin Sex God, I just assumed…”

“Yes..well. I’ve never done that or that, on my own accord anyway.”

“Oh.”

“Yes well, now that the mood is ruined-”

“The hell it is.” Harry stated and leaned up on his elbows kissing the blonde, who responded immediately. Draco felt Harry walk his arms up and push against the floor, Harry came up to Draco’s level and put his hands on either side of Draco’s face, tracing his fingers down Draco's cheeks he unbuttoned Draco's shirt, took it off the blonde and tossed it onto the couch. Harry broke the kiss,unbuttoned Draco's pants and looked into those silvery depths, “I’m going to make love to you now, and I promise you Draco, you will never want anyone else after I am through.” A thrill went through Draco at Harry’s demanding tone and he felt himself being lifted out of his pants and off the ground smoothly. Harry kicked out out of his pants and moved across the room and up the stairs.

Once in Harry’s room, the brunett set Draco on the bed and went over to the fireplace, placing a floo and firecall blocking charm on it and lighting the wood. Within a few seconds the cool room began to warm and Draco took in Harry’s bent over profile. That smooth line of curved sun-kissed skin made his mouth water, and he wanted this man. He wanted him so badly he could almost feel Harry between his legs, pounding into him. Unoticed by Draco until he felt the connection, he slipped his own hand aroud his cock and tugged. Draco’s eyes closed and he moaned falling back against the bed. He felt, more then saw, Harry move next to him. Draco opened his eyes searching out the olive-skinned god. Harry looked at him, his heart pounding, not sure if he wanted to watch or ineract. It wasn’t going to take much to bringhimself off Draco knew, so he spoke up,

“Harry, if you don’t touch me right now I’m going to spunk all over myself.” That seemed to get Harry into action, he dropped to his knees on the bed, and sucked Draco’s cock into his mouth greedily, electing one long moan of, “Oh fuccck…” from the blonde’s lips. Harry dropped his head down and felt Draco’s balls hit his chin and back up he went, roughly. Draco pushed his hips toward the warm mouth and Harry pushed him down, putting his hands on Draco’s hips, holding him still. Harry mouth fucked Draco a few more times, until Draco’s balls tightened and Harry stopped his minstrtions, and encircled his right hand around Draco’s root, surpressing the blonde’s climax. Draco screamed in frustration and looked down at Harry,

“What in the hell is wrong with you?!” Harry smirked a very Slytherin-like smirk and licked the head again, now it was a nice shade of violet.

“You’ll see.” Harry sing-songed and whispered another spell. A long tub appeared in his hand, “I’m going to prepare you now love, don’t take your eyes off me. Got that?”

“Yeah.” Draco nodded, Harry undid the lube, put some on his finger, and began to massage Draco’s bum, all without even shifting his right hand. After a few minuets of loosening up Draco’s arse muscles best he could without actually breaching Draco, he put the tip of his finger inside the tight, velvet opening, and pushed in gently. Draco closed his eyes and Harry moved his right hand a fraction of an inch and Draco’s eyes shot open.

“Look at me, love.” Harry urged and kissed the tip of Draco’s cock.

“Oh God, Harry…” Draco moaned and Harry slipped the first finger all the way into Draco, now leisurely fucking him, coaxing the blonde’s muscles to relax.

Three fingers later, Draco was back to a withering mass of muscle, and bone, begging for Harry to take him and the brunett had not even touched Draco’s prostate. So he did, and Draco screamed,

“What was that?!” he panted at Harry, who smiked,

“Your happy-spot.” Draco rolled his eyes, Harry hooked his fingers and touched Draco’s ‘happy-spot’ again, Draco moaned

“Do that again.” He demanded, and Harry did. Draco pushed himself up and sat correctly on Harry’s fingers and began to fuck himself on Harry’s hand. Harry’s jaw nearly dropped open and he sat up, sending Draco back onto the bed. “NO!” he yelled, Draco leaned up on his elbows and kissed Harry, still fucking himself on Harry’s hand. Harry moved his hand out, and slicked up his prick, still not releasing Draco’s cock.

“You ready?” he asked, breath coming in short little puffs. Draco stopped, only for a moment, and took in Harry’s apperance, messy sweat slicked hair, that fell around his face, licking the tips of his ears. Lust fevered emerald eyes and swollen lips, Merlin but he loved this man.

“Yes Harry, make me yours.” Harry groaned, put his left hand under Draco’s lower back and moved him down to the correct position,

“Put you legs on my shoulders.” Harry told him, Draco did and Harry slid inside inside in one quick movement. Harry stopped, giving Draco time to adjust and then began a steady movement of pushing and pulling out of his blonde lover. Draco grew tired with that quickly,

“Merlin Harry! Fuck me already!” Harry took him at his word, angled his hips and pushed, hitting Draco’s prostate so hard, colors exploded in front of Draco’s eyes. Draco rolled his hips and pushed, meeting Harry thrust for thrust, Draco was certain that he was going to die now, Harry would not let go of his cock and it was so purple Draco was not sure if it would ever be any other color again. And then Harry released Draco, grabbed his hips, sat back on his heels and just fucked Draco for all he could. Draco came screaming Harry’s name, and Harry followed the suit, when he felt Draco’s muscles clench around him. Draco’s climax seemed to drag on forever, and he held onto Harry, slicing his nails into the brunett’s back, and then, after he was all finished, Draco promptly passed out. Harry smiled, knowing it was the intensity of the orgasm that did it. Harry moved out of Draco, kissed him on the lips softly, and murmmered an I love you, he then collapsed against the bed and waited for Draco to wake up.

TBC!!!