Distorted Exposure

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you may recognize. Everything belongs to the wonderful JKRowling and others. I am making no profit from this. To put it plainly: don't sue.

AN: ...read...

-------------------------------------------------------------

“Since you two are moving along quit fantastically I think that today we’re ready to do something more intimate.” If Harry hadn’t been expecting it he would have choked. As it was he was having a hard time breathing as the thought that nothing good could come of this continued to badger him.

Ren seemed ignorant to the suppressed reaction Harry had had to her statement and simply continued on. “I want you in the bed, the covers to your waist, as low down as it can be without revealing the waistline of the pants. Draco you’ll be a little higher up and we’ll try a couple different positions.”

Malfoy must have reacted quite violently to that, or perhaps it was the harsh fit of coughing Harry fell into but either way Ren’s next sentence was rather hurried and a little condescending.

“Not in that way. Nothing dirty. Well not yet at any rate.” She flashed them a smile and Harry mocked it. Ren rushed to finish her explanation. “Well in any case, you’ll just be sleeping, as in slumbering. Just from different positions. With one of you awake to begin with. Harry you’ll be awake and on the far side, snuggled up against Draco, your head on his chest, his arm draped loosely around you.”

Harry nodded, and decided he felt oddly calm for someone who might as well have been sent off to death. But then again, all things considered Harry just didn’t like the fact that the camera would capture candid frames of his relationship with Malfoy, something he wasn’t ready to examine let alone project for the world to see. He was certain that though he was still incapable of determining exactly what Malfoy was to him, the world wouldn’t be nearly so ignorant. Well in the least the world liked producing wild theories concerning the Boy-Who-Lived and on more than one occasion the theories had actually hit home. The fact that it was Malfoy made no difference to him. Sure it made his blood boil a little but that was something he had grown accustomed to over the years, what he had never been able to accept was the rest of the world.

Unfortunately there was nothing to be done about that. And the whole purpose of doing to photo shoots was to overload society with information on himself, enough to keep them off his back for a couple months, all on his terms. Malfoy made the whole situation difficult but not impossible, especially now that Harry had been able to get into the blonds pants; he now had leverage. Or at least that was how he preferred to think of it.

The mattress dipped a little and a corner of the duvet was jerked unceremoniously back. Harry turned around and held back the scowl that he so desperately wanted to shoot the way of Malfoy. If they were going to survive the shoot one of them had to be the patient one. After the previous night Harry hardly expected tolerance from Malfoy and so he figured he had better show some himself.

Getting off the bed, Harry did Malfoy the courtesy of walking around the bed so that they could remain as far away from each other as they could manage for as long as they could manage. Harry climbed into the bed and the duvet was soft against his skin, the covers beneath, cool. Slowly, as though to test the waters, Harry inched himself closer to Malfoy who was spread out the length of the bed, both arms beneath his head. The heat that radiated from the blond’s body was in sharp contrast against the otherwise cool surroundings and Harry couldn’t help but gasp a little as he lay one hand cautiously on Malfoy’s chest.

The blond’s body was rigid and still and made no response towards Harry’s touch. Taking it for a good sign, Harry pushed himself up slightly and lowered himself against Malfoy’s side, the covers flowed in around them and the touch of skin on skin was exquisite. Malfoy didn’t miss a beat, unlike Harry’s heart which missed every other beat or so it seemed. The blond’s arm draped around Harry’s body and the brunet found solace only in the fact that his reaction to Malfoy was entirely internal.

For the moment being at least he remained outwardly as calm as Malfoy. Harry slowly lowered his head onto the right side of Malfoy’s chest and thought he heard a gasp, only he couldn’t be sure he hadn’t imagined it. Letting out a slow breath he angled his head a little so that he was looking directly at the camera which was position some distance away and across the bed from him.

“Draco, tilt your head away from the camera and close your eyes.”

Harry felt the blond shift a little below him and then he could feel Malfoy’s breath soft against the top of his head. Harry was struck with the sudden urge to glance up, to see whether Malfoy would look innocent in his feigned sleep. Instead he blinked his eyes deliberately and watched the camera.

Alex took a couple quick frames, taking the camera from the tripod and changing his position so that he had varying frames. Beneath him, as the time went on he felt Malfoy relax every so slightly and their forms melded together smoothly. Harry tried his best not to push up closer against the blond but just touching the blond so marginally left him wanting for more.

Harry felt the desperate need to flick out his tongue and taste the dusty pink nipple that was just below his mouth. He wondered distinctly whether his breathing was enough to be bothering the blond who for the moment at least didn’t seem very much affected by having the brunet pressed up against him. Ren voice cut through the light haze that was a result of his skin tingling pleasantly where it touched Malfoy’s.

“Harry if you could manage pulling yourself up on Draco a little more. I want you to close your eyes. Draco if I could have you watch the camera from the corner of your eye that would be great.”

Harry followed the instructions without pause, ignoring the fact that his taste of Malfoy the previous night had only left him hungering for more. He repressed the urge to pin the blond beneath him, knowing he couldn’t be certain that frames upon frames of him and Malfoy wouldn’t be splashed across an acclaimed magazine if he gave into his urges, not that things weren’t already going to be quite pervocative.

With his ear pressed against the hard planes of Malfoy’s chest Harry imagined he could here the thrum of Malfoy’s heart though it was more likely to be the thrum of his own blood as he heated in his veins.

“That’s perfect.” Ren breathed and Harry had the distinct sense that she was addressing either himself of Malfoy but not both. Still he couldn’t tell who and he didn’t care in the least. The arm around his waist held him firm and with his eyes closed it almost felt peaceful. Harry gave an almost contented sigh and the body beneath him tensed, only to relax a moment later, with no little conscious effort.

Malfoy’s arm seemed to pull him closer. Harry felt his eyelashes flutter as he remembered to keep them closed and Malfoy seemed to shift uncomfortably under him. Harry could smell the blond, a crisp vanilla smell, so clean and overwhelmingly Malfoy that Harry found it intoxicating. But then he swiftly reminded himself it was Malfoy he was inhaling and tried to turn his attention away from the wayward thought that perhaps Malfoy would taste like vanilla too. After all he knew the taste of Malfoy’s skin and it was far more complicated that pure white vanilla, but then thinking of that left him no better off.

Malfoy shifted once again the ripple of his muscles and the slight rub of his skin nearly caused Harry’s eyes to snap open as unwanted heat flushed through him. The sounds of the camera in the background faded out to be overcome by the faint buzz that filled his ears. Harry bit down on the inside of his cheek determined not to make a fool of himself this time.

“Harry, cross over to the other side off Draco, and push yourself a little higher up so that you can place your face in the crook of Draco’s neck, and keep you left leg over Draco, your left arm around Draco’s neck.” Harry found he had a hard time interpreting Ren’s instructions but managed in the end. The only problem he found was that he would have a hard time get out from beneath the covers and walking around the bed when he was nearly hard, and what was more it would look quite odd.

Instead Harry opened his eyes and pushed himself up off Malfoy, bracing his weight with one arm on either side of Malfoy. For a split second he met the blond’s oddly disconcerted yet intense mercury gaze and felt a wash of fire consume his body. Then he unfroze himself and quickly lowered himself on Malfoy’s other side. He pushed himself against the blond’s body once more, eager to feel the heat of his strong frame, which had been wonderful despite the fact that it put him in a potentially embarrassing situation.

Malfoy seemed to release the breath he had been holding, erasing any suspicion Harry had about having imagined the look in the blond’s eyes. Feeling a little at ease over the fact that Malfoy was feeling an equal amount of pull, Harry allowed himself a little more slack. For the briefest of moments Harry admired the blond for the restraint he was showing, and then remembered the fact that Malfoy had taken the ‘ignore his existence’ approach to their situation. It was irritating to say the least, and if his pride hadn’t gotten in the way Harry might have considered more convincing method’s of getting Malfoy under him again but he couldn’t cave when Malfoy seemed inclined to act as though the world concerning one Harry Potter deserved to fall victim to an ice age.

Remembering his instructions, and not wanting to be prompted, Harry buried his face against the crook of Malfoy’s neck, feeling an oddly wonderful feeling ripple through parallel to the scent of Malfoy’s shampoo as is mixed with the vanilla of Malfoy’s skin. His neck seemed a little damp, just enough to show that Malfoy wasn’t as cool a customer as he feigned being and Harry found he enjoyed the position he found himself in. Slowly, Harry snaked his arm up and across Malfoy’s chest to wrap it around the blond’s neck, taking the extra step to bury his fingers in the soft platinum locks at the nape, knowing even while he did it that the camera would never catch the gesture.

Finally, Harry brought his leg up and over Malfoy, unable to avoid pushing up against him in the movement, and finding himself in a rather compromising position. He knew that his erection was pressed up against the blond’s hip but what sent tingles of heat up his spine was not the slight friction of the movement but the equally evident hardon pressing into his leg where it lay unavoidably over Malfoy’s groin.

Malfoy, wrapped his left arm around Harry almost as though to steady himself and then used his other arm to adjust the covers where it had slipped. Harry shifted just a little to get a tad more comfortable and to ease the pressure on his own erection and he felt the blond dig his fingers into his side a little stronger at the movement. ‘Stop it,’ the action seemed to say, either that or ‘Ah, fuck.’

Harry breathed into the crook of Malfoy’s neck and felt the warmth wash back over him. And then he was forced to gasp as he felt the fairy light movement of Malfoy’s hand against the bare skin of his hips, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive skin.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Harry hissed low in warning but the arm around him only seemed to hold him closer and the infuriating movement of the blond’s hand didn’t cease. He couldn’t tell whether the blond meant to drive him insane from his position but he knew it was more likely than not.

Angered by the way Malfoy was behaving and not liking the fact that it felt good in a detached sort off way Harry set about returning the favour. Slowly, without moving Harry opened his mouth, and slid his tongue against the cord or Malfoy’s neck, running it against the pulse point and finding it strong just beneath the surface of the blond’s ivory skin.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Malfoy murmured, not loud enough to be heard by anyone other than Harry despite the fact that the room was occupied by two other observers.

“And you.” Harry bit out against Malfoy’s neck, knowing his voice would jar the blond. What he didn’t expect was the slight arch upwards that pressed the blond’s erection into Harry’s leg. Malfoy’s fingers pressed into Harry’s hip, almost pleading and the brunet in that moment realized exactly how hard a time Malfoy was having of all this. That however didn’t make the skin under Malfoy’s touch any less sensitive nor the blond’s feathery movements any easier to bear. But it couldn’t be helped.

Closing his eyes he surrendered himself to Malfoy’s touch, allowing the blond free reign and feeling satisfaction coil in the form of heat in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, Harry had to admit, but that didn’t mean that the blond’s touch was any less heavenly.

Without much conscious thought to the matter, Harry let his fingers play a little with the soft platinum locks that rode down the nape of Malfoy’s neck, loving the way it wove in amongst his fingers. Harry let his eyes flutter closed once more, though it shouldn’t have mattered and he could distinctly feel the way his eyelashes brushed against Malfoy’s skin. The blond must have felt it like a ton of bricks because the touches, though still slight and likely unnoticeable became more ambiguous.

With his eyes closed and his senses attuned to Malfoy’s slightest movement Harry could almost feel out the path by which his body melded so perfectly against the blond’s. He knew he was bigger and yet Malfoy’s arm around his body was not overstretched and he wasn’t cooped up in the way he was curled up against the blond.

Harry shifted a little, unable to help himself, it just felt so intense to be up against Malfoy, even when the blond seemed otherwise intent on ignoring him. The movement caused Malfoy to emit a sound akin to a whimper and he was sure he was the only one to have heard it. He tightened his hand in Malfoy’s hair and pulled against it a little and the blond seemed almost to be holding his breath in anticipation of what Harry would do next.

When Harry did nothing Malfoy seemed to release the breath he had been holding and in a barely noticeable movement placed a whispering kiss against the top of Harry’s messy locks in the pretense of turning his head to gaze at the camera. Heat flooded from the touch and if it were physically possible to come form such a teasing touch Harry was certain he would have creamed his pants.

“Don’t move.” Alex’s voice rung out through the room and Harry didn’t find himself inclined to disobey. Harry felt his heart thudding in his throat and he could feel the goose bumps on Malfoy’s skin. The situation felt likely to explode and Harry found that more than anything he wanted to feel more. More of the hardness that was pressing into his leg, more of the touch that sent shivers down his spine and lit a fire in his veins, and more of Malfoy.

“And we’re done.” Harry wasn’t quite sure whether to jump up and away from Malfoy or simply stay in the blond’s arms. He made to move but was made to freeze as Malfoy muttered a nearly inaudible ‘don’t’. The blond shifted underneath him and Harry felt the blond’s body tense under him. Finally after a long moment, during which all Harry could feel were the shallow breaths that Malfoy took the blond murmured quietly once more, ‘there’.

Harry eased himself off the blond, more than a little disappointed by the loss and found himself in turmoil. As confusing as being so intimate with Malfoy had been, throughout the whole shoot there had been a calming peace over the entire situation but now that he was no longer pressed up against Malfoy he felt that peace shatter.

Feeling overcome by the way his heart throbbed in his ears, pumping a sort of liquid heat through his body Harry made to leave. Throwing off the covers he could nearly imagine Malfoy gritting his teeth as he managed to jump the blond’s prone form so that he was able to grab the neatly folded clothes on table before throwing on his shirt and shoes to give himself a moment.

Harry debated putting on his pants then thought agitating the matter of his erection a foolish idea and folded his own pants over his arm before preparing to walk out. Harry was quite nearly at the door when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. The touch sent electricity sparking through him, though it was mostly due to his highly sensitive state and Harry quickly swivelled around only to find himself face to face with a smiling Alex.

Letting out a deep but silent breath Harry cracked a smile himself and gave the photographer an inquiring look, not really trusting himself to speak in that moment.

“Look, me and Ren have some developing work to do, a little bit of revision and production so the next week or so is all yours.”

Harry nodded, a little taken aback but pleased all the same that things were moving along quite nicely. For the briefest of moments Harry considered the idea of heading back to his team and getting a week’s practice in to dull the blow that he would receive from the coach for abandoning the team for such a prolonged period of time but he immediately discarded the idea. He had taken the job as a model to get away from his hectic every day life and heading back so soon looked to be more than Harry wanted to handle. Even with his alternative being spending a week with the likes of Malfoy Harry wasn’t ready to go back.

“Is something wrong?” Alex asked.

Harry shook his head no.

“Alright, you’ll be welcome to see the developed photos once we’re through with them, at that point we can all sit down and decide whether or not to go through with this venture.” Alex was all smiles as h spoke but Harry had the distinct feeling that those words were directed towards him, almost sympathetic in a mild sense.

Harry could only bring himself to nod, and was proud to find that he was completely unaffected by the wink that Alex shot him, not that he could have been any more riled up after all Malfoy had put him through. He took the gesture as his dismissal and left walking gingerly through the halls until he made it to the double doors of the room he was forced to share with Malfoy.

The door had barely closed before it was opened again and Harry turned, his eyes catching, not for the first time, with the stormy grey gaze of Malfoy. Harry blinked not sure what precisely was expected of him.

The silence crackled with repressed tension but oddly Harry found himself staring resolutely at one thing and one thing only, the unforgiving bulge in Malfoy’s pants. The sight made his heart beat faster as he wondered just how much Malfoy wanted it in that moment.

“Potter.” Malfoy growled in warning and the brunette’s emerald eyes snapped up, hungry with lust. The blond seemed to lose himself and swallowed, pushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear as his free hand clenched and unclenched slowly.

“Look, Potter...” Malfoy started and Harry couldn’t find it in himself to let the blond finish. Instead he took a step forward, wrapped one hand around Malfoy’s neck, pressed his lips to against the blond’s and ground his hips into the willing body against him.

Kneading the tongue in his mouth, Harry found heaven in the steady rhythm of their hips. Once Malfoy seemed inclined to push the brunet away but Harry simply shoved him against the heavy wooden double doors and thrust his erection against the hardness in Malfoy’s pants. The moan that passed Malfoy’s lips was no complaint.

Their breathing became labored and their movements more frantic. Harry slid his hands through Malfoy’s silky hair, loving the way it felt against his fingers even as the platinum locks began to soak through with sweat. Harry could feel a dull sort of pain as Malfoy’s fingers scraped desperately at his skin where the blond was holding his arms.

His climax began to build along his spine and spread through his body until the heat was so great that Harry felt ready to explode. He could barely breath for the lips against his own and he pulled away, going rigged against the desperately arching body that he pressed into the wood of the door as he let himself go.

Malfoy came an instant later with a muffled groan as he arched against the seemingly dead weight of Harry’s body. They stood there pressed up against each other and supported only by the door, their breaths coming in harsh pants. Harry didn’t want to pull away though he cold feel the wetness of his come soaking through his boxers and pants. The sweat soaked body of Malfoy’s against his own felt natural, almost perfect.

Finally Harry managed to breath in less than gasps and he loosed his grip in Malfoy’s hair, letting the locks slip through his fingers, his arm settling around the blond’s neck.

“What the fuck are we doing.” Malfoy husked and Harry found he couldn’t bring himself to give and answer. He pulled away from Malfoy and the blond seemed neither reluctant nor eager to let him go.

“I wouldn’t know.” Harry finally managed to whisper. The blond was staring somewhere over Harry’s shoulder. “Its just a little fun I guess. Now if you don’t mind I find myself in need of a shower.”

Malfoy didn’t respond, he simply continued to lean against the door, unable to move or not really wanting to move as Harry walked around the couch and to the door of the bathroom. He paused with his hand on the knob in the process of turning it. “I don’t suppose it matters.” Harry said and his words rang through the room. As he walked through the open door he found himself hoping that his words would only hold true.

------------------------------------------

AN: Uh right, so that's the second part of the chapter and I really don't have anything else written but I will try and write when I get some free time. Don't know when that'll be...

Sorry for any mistakes, I'm not in the mood to fix.

Thank you so much to all those who took the time to review.

- Incessant_Darkness