WET DREAMS

Note: This story will be OOC. Draco is living in the muggle world, living like a muggle, as is Harry.

Chapter Three

I heard the knock at the door as I came out of the bathroom, not hurrying as I knew that Ronnie would answer the door.

“Heya Pansy,” I heard Ronnie greet her. “Drake will be out in a sec.”

I slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and was toweling my hair dry as I walked out into the sitting room. “Panse,” I smiled in greeting.

“Isn’t that the shirt you were wearing yesterday?” Pansy asked pointing at Ronnie. “Why is she wearing it, and why is she here?” Pansy added, scowling at Ronnie who stood to the side in her jeans and my shirt loosely buttoned and tied at the waist, showing an expanse of tanned skin at her waist, munching on a piece of cold pizza that we had ordered the night before.

“It’s comfortable,” Ronnie smirked. “We were catching up, and didn’t realize that it was so late, so I snagged a shirt to sleep in,” she shrugged, like it was no big deal.

I saw otherwise as Pansy’s face showed her displeasure. I nudged Ronnie’s shoulder, shooting her an exasperated look as I went to kiss Pansy’s cheek.

“Pansy, we’ve talked about this,” I softly said.

“Yes, but why her?” Pansy whined, the noise making me inwardly cringe at the sound. “What she got that I don’t?”

“A sense of humor,” Ronnie quipped, reaching down for another piece – the last one, of cold pizza.

“That is so disgusting,” Pansy grimaced, looking at Ronnie then around the room at the almost empty whiskey bottle and the open case of beer.

Ronnie just shrugged her shoulders and continued munching. “Hence, why you were not here last night.”

“Ronnie,” I said, looking back at her, then back at Pansy. “She’s just pulling your chain. You know that,” I said, trying – really trying to hide the smirk on my face at Ronnie’s obvious shenanigans.

“Sorry Panse,” Ronnie smiled, coming over to us. “Just wanted Drake to myself for a bit. Missed him.”

“Now kiss and make up,” I grinned, picking up one of my camera cases. I couldn’t help the laugh when both woman grimaced in mock distaste, but leaned over anyway to kiss the other’s cheek. I knew they didn’t really hate each other as much as it appeared when I saw the slight smirk on Pansy’s face when she pulled away.

I had introduced the two a few months before my wedding, both complete polar opposites in looks and personalities. Ronnie was a curvaceous athletically built woman, her blonde hair to her shoulders, seeming to be forever in a tousled disarray or in a haphazard ponytail when she was on a shoot, usually seen in rugged looking jeans and t-shirts. Her idea of fun was dancing the night away, playing a game or two of pool with friends or head-banging to the latest rock band. She was an extremely easy-going woman who always was there for her friends and always could brighten your day with one of her smiles. Now, Pansy in contrast was a slim, svelte woman who always had her black hair styled to perfection, either hanging down loose down her back or styled up in the latest ‘do. She dressed in the latest fashions, matching jewelery and shoes a must for her to complete the ensemble. Oh, she wore jeans as did Ronnie, but hers were designer ones, one of a kind that were made specifically for her. She wouldn’t be caught dead in ripped and torn jeans like Ronnie so often seems to favor. Her idea of a good time was a night at the opera or a gala of some kind, or gossiping about the latest scandal that one of the upperclassman had their hands in. She was a bit of a snob at times, but a friend who stuck with me for most of my life, and was always there to talk to.

Like I said, complete opposites. Every now and then I would see a genuine smile light Pansy’s face at something Ronnie would do or say before the indifferent mask would slip back into place, and knew that she didn’t hate Ronnie as much as she pretended. I knew that they put up with each other for me, and I loved them all the more for it.


A short while later at the studio, I was sitting at a small round table with Pansy and Ronnie, sifting through pictures of male models. “Too pretty – too skinny – not enough hair . . . ” I said, eyeing the photographs.

“What exactly are you looking for?” Pansy asked.

“Well, I’m not using the actual cologne as part of the shot. I want something real, provocative, raw,” I said.

“Fuckable,” Ronnie grinned.

“Exactly,” I agreed.

We sifted through the first batch of photographs, putting the ones aside I would like to see. We were interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone.

“Excuse me a minute,” I said, seeing who the caller was. I stepped off to the side, while Ronnie went to get the models we had picked.

“What do you want, Shane?” I sighed into the phone.

“I didn’t want you to think I didn’t love you, Drake. I missed you,” Shane said.

“Right,” I scoffed. “Loved me enough to have someone else sharing our bed. I probably wouldn’t have even found out if I didn’t come home from assignment early.”

“It didn’t mean anything. Never does,” Shane said.

“Never does, huh? How many Shane? You know what? Fuck it,” I said a bit more loudly, waving off the look of concern from Ronnie. “Gotta go. Don’t know when I’ll be back,” I said, hanging up, then blocking my home phone number from my cell phone.

“Prick,” I mumbled under my breath as I put the phone back in my pocket.

“You okay?” Ronnie quietly asked, handing him a camera.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “So, who’s first?” I asked, walking to the table again.

I shot a couple rolls of film on a few of the male models, patiently waiting while the assistants set up each shot. In between I watched some video shots of some of the men, while Ronnie shot more pictures. I took a few pictures, then waved them off, motioning for the next model to come in.

“He’s kind of pretty,” Ronnie quietly said, watching as an assistant posed the dark-haired model on the step.

“Open your robe a bit,” I instructed. “Need to see more skin,” I said, as I snapped another shot. “Too pretty,” I muttered loud enough for only Ronnie to hear. “Next,” I called out, and waved the model off.

The rest of the day, models came and went, with maybe a handful with enough potential to come back the next day with the next batch of models. I bid Pansy a good night, wishing her a good time as she had to go to some kind of gala event that night. I followed Ronnie as we walked to her jeep, not holding back the smile when I climbed into the passenger seat. She always did prefer the jeeps to a sportier car, not that she couldn’t afford one. She was quite successful herself in the photography field.

“Come on, Drake. Couldn’t have been that bad,” she grinned. “The blond was okay, wasn’t he?”

“Which one?” He grinned.

“The one with the long hair, and the tribal armband tattoo,” Ronnie said.

“Yeah, if I want to shoot for a romance cover novel,” I sighed. “He wasn’t too bad, but not – gritty enough. I want someone that doesn’t look like they spend hours in a salon, or in front of a mirror to make sure every hair is in place.”

“Someone like you, you mean,” Ronnie teased.

“Haven’t been like that since my father died,” I smiled. “Had to keep up appearances.”

“Okay, so what was missing today then?”

“They didn’t look natural – real. I want someone who is sexy without making an effort. Someone that could make me hard with just a look,” I sighed.

“Big order,” Ronnie smirked.

“Where we going?” I asked, noticing that we were driving the opposite way from the hotel.

“I know just the thing that will take your mind off of today.” Ronnie grinned, pulling into the parking lot to a club called ‘Ecstasy’.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you drink too much,” I teased, following her into the club after slipping my palm sized camera into my back jean pocket. It was a habit. I very rarely went somewhere without a camera. I knew from experience that some of the best pictures were when I wasn’t expecting them. I wasn’t surprised to see Ronnie had the same idea.

“Yeah, you this morning.” She laughed, reaching to take my hand in hers.

I followed Ronnie past the bouncer and to the bar where she leaned over the bar to kiss the bartender’s cheek.

“He’s my cousin.” She grinned at my raised brow. “You like?” She asked close by my ear to be heard over the music, as I looked around the crowded club.

I nodded in response and walked to the railing that overlooked the dance floor, noticing that the clubbers here were a mixed bunch. There were just as many same sex couples grinding and dancing away on the dance floor as the hetero couples. I felt a body press close to my side, then a hand on my arm. I looked down at the hand, then up at the spiked-black haired man who was trying to get my attention, trying to pull me towards the dance floor. I stepped back, shaking my head, smelling the heavy scent of weed on the guy. The guy came closer, placing a hand on my hip, leaning in to talk into my ear.

‘What is with this guy? Can’t he get a fucking clue?’ I thought to myself, as I shook my head. I was about to push him away when I felt arms go around my waist from behind.

Ronnie leaned in to kiss the side of my neck, smirking at the guy who was so desperately trying to get into my pants.

“Hey lover,” she said, loudly enough for the guy to hear. She came around in front of me, coming between the man and myself, the guy finally getting the hint and leaving. “Must like blonds,” she smirked, seeing the guy try to hit on another blond man by the bar. “Fickle isn’t he?”

“My feelings are so hurt,” I laughed then took her hand in mine to pull her onto the dance floor, wrapping my arms around her back as I bumped and grinded with her to the music. I happened to look over at the stage area where there were several scantily-clad couples dancing to see a large wall of television screens. I stopped dancing as I watched the screens. On the screens, I saw a dark-haired man, his hair to his shoulders, his face tanned, his head thrown back against another man’s shoulder as his neck was being nibbled on. ‘Holy fuck,’ I thought to myself.

“What? Drake?” Ronnie asked, following my gaze to the screens. “Holy fuck,” she whispered, echoing my private thoughts.

I took out my camera from my back pocket, and turned it on, setting it for the darkened atmosphere of the club, breaking my gaze from the screens. I looked up and scanned the floor and saw that the dark-haired man had turned in the other’s arms, his hair gripped by the other to pull him back as his neck was being devoured. I took a few pictures, then grabbed Ronnie’s arm as the couple on the floor began to dance their way through the crowd. We followed them, keeping our distance, but not losing sight of them as they slowly went up the metal staircase at the back of the club, hands not idle as they roamed each other’s bodies.

I stood transfixed as we watched the man grip the dark-haired man’s shirt and yanked it open, the buttons flying in all directions. The man leaned in to flick his tongue against a ringed nipple, as his hand traveled lower to palm the prominent bulge in the faded blue jeans. He unsnapped the brunet’s jeans but stopped when he heard someone coming up the stairs.

I glared at the couple who rudely passed us up the stairs. When we looked up again, I saw the rude couple making out on another level, but no dark-haired stranger. I looked around as we continued up the stairs. I cautiously opened the door at the top and crept out. Hearing a moan of pleasure a short distance away, we carefully crept closer, our cameras ready. We didn’t have to worry about the couple noticing us as we positioned ourselves by a large vent on the roof.

I couldn’t help but get hard at the sight before me.


The dark-haired man leaned against a railing as the other pressed against him, grinding their lower bodies together. Hands slid up the dark-haired man’s arms, slowly sliding the torn shirt down his arms. Once at the elbows, the other man leaned in to lick across the firm chest, tugging the ring with his teeth, making the dark-haired man throw his head back and thrust his hips forward. The brunet pulled the other up and dove in for a passion-filled kiss as he reached down to pull up the t-shirt the other was wearing. I heard a moan from the two as skin met skin. The kiss deepened as we barely heard the sound of zippers.

The dark-haired man broke away from the kiss, and pushed the other back a bit. He motioned for the other to get on his knees as he slowly pushed the jeans down from his hips, gripping his cock in his fist. He reached for the other man’s blonde hair and tugged, pulling him closer. The blond reached up his hands to grip the dark-haired man’s hips as he greedily swallowed the cock in front of him. The dark-haired man threw his head back as he thrust into the willing mouth, the muscles in his chest and stomach rippling with each thrust. Cries of release were soon heard and I and Ronnie watched mesmerized as the dark-haired man pulled the blond-haired man up and kissed him, his tongue licking the cum off the other’s lips. He then pulled back and gripped the other man’s hips to turn him. He kissed the back of the neck as he guided the blond’s hands to the bar. He kissed his way down the blond’s back, until he was on his knees. He pulled his pants down, and leaned forward to kiss and nibble the blond’s backside, spreading the cheeks to lick a path up and down the crease. We heard their moans of pleasure as the dark-haired man began to do what looked like a very good job of rimming by the way the other was pushing back and gripping the bar in front of him. I was not surprised to see the dark-haired man reach in his jeans pocket to get a tube of lubricant. Slick fingers soon replaced the slick tongue and began to thrust deep inside as the dark-haired man began to kiss his way up the broad back in front of him. Soon, he was standing behind the blond, guiding his already hard cock into the slicked hole and slowly pushing in. The blond pushed back, the dark-haired man not disappointing. He set a slow pace at first until the other’s breathless pleas for faster and harder could be heard.

I finally broke my gaze from the erotic sight and leaned back against the vent as Ronnie continued to take pictures. I heard the couple cry out as they came, then pulled Ronnie back, nodding towards the door. We quietly crept our way to the roof door, and found our way down the stairs and out of the club.

Later, I was lying in bed, slowly stroking my cock as I replayed the scene from earlier that night. Afterward, I did a wandless cleansing spell, then groaned out loud. “Gods, I’m an idiot,” I sighed, realizing that I did not take one picture up on the roof. I hoped Ronnie made up for it.


tbc

thanks to paigeey07; Ana-chan; LexiMalfoy; thrnbrooke; Graballz; and Black Padfoot (sorry Black, but you might consider this to be uber OOC. The rest of the story, although shorter than most of my other fics, will be more so I think)