Addicted

Pansy had returned home that weekend and since then Draco's days had bee dragging. He had lied to Pansy about his dinner date, telling her he was meeting with a new colleague who wanted to talk business. He tried to deny that he was allowing Theodore to tempt him into his home. He told himself he had a strong enough will to resist, whether Pansy were there or not.







Finally, the night of the dinner had arrived. Draco was standing in front of the mirror when Pansy walked in.



“You look nice, darling.” She walked over and stood on her tip-toes to try and ruffle his hair. He knew she would frown when he pulled away. “I hope it's not a woman you're meeting, Draco. If it is I shall be jealous that you're going to all this trouble.”



“It's not a woman.”



“Well, that's alright then. I suppose I'll let you go. You have to kiss me first.” Draco's sigh was lost in Pansy's wet lips which soon pushed his own open. He knew better than to draw back and soon her tongue was pulling insistently at his. The muffled squeal she gave when he pressed his tongue into her mouth drove her teeth into his lip. It had been a long time since Draco had found this appealing. Draco was just thinking he might get away with stopping when Pansy's hand found the front of his trousers, searching for something that simply wasn't there. Draco felt her draw away and quickly put the distracted work-look into his eyes.



“Honestly, Draco. All you ever think about it work. No wonder I'm not pregnant yet.” Draco knew she expected him to follow her. He also knew that if he didn't she'd forgive him tomorrow. He apparated out of his bedroom and found himself standing looking up at Nott's house for the second time.







Theodore opened the door, dressed in snug trousers and a dark green shirt. Draco had given serious thought to wearing something very similar. He had eventually decided on his second best dress robes.



“Welcome to Nott manor, Malfoy.”



“Where's Mrs Nott?”



“Not at home this evening.” Nott made it perfectly clear that this was not just a polite euphemism. Draco wondered what Theodore had told his wife in order to get rid of her for the evening. He didn't ask when she would return. “And Mrs Malfoy?”



“Unfortunately, Pansy is feeling rather under the weather.”



“It'll just be the two of us then. I'm afraid I've only had time to prepare two courses. Still, if we halve Pansy's share it ought to be more than enough to satisfy us. Don't you think?” Draco just nodded, not trusting himself to comment on their satisfaction. The evening passed in a kind of blur for Draco. He concentrated on not translating Nott's looks into invitations, on not watching his lips as he ate and, most avidly, he concentrated on ignoring the heat that spread through him every time Theodore even looked at him. Before he even really know what was happening he'd eaten some sort of spicy meat dish and a sweet tart, possibly filled with fruit.



“Do you deny that it was delicious.”



“No, not at all. I'm sorry I even suggested you couldn't cook.” Draco's smile was a little superficial.



“Would you like to retire to the study? I have some excellent Fire Whisky.”



“I should really be getting back to Pansy. “ Draco tried to look guilty, then realised this could be interpreted totally the wrong way and stopped.



“A quick drink won't hurt anyone. If she's ill she's probably already in bed.” Draco watched Theodore stand up, taking a deep breath before getting to his feet. “Follow me.” Nott looked so completely at ease and Draco wondered if this was going to be more difficult than he had thought.







Draco was settled on a couch with a tall glass of Fire Whisky in his hand. He hadn't had any yet, wanting to observe Theodore's reactions to him before he lowered his inhibitions. Unfortunately, Nott had left the room several minutes earlier after he'd received an owl. When he walked back in, he neglected his chair by the window and chose to sit down on the couch next to Draco. Draco focused on trying to make his body language read open and comfortable.



“So...” He met Theodore's eyes, looking for something besides cold calculation. “What next?” Theodore's only response was to raise an eyebrow. “I mean, you've gone to all the trouble of getting me here, making sure your wife is away for the evening. I'm not stupid, Theodore. I know you have something planned.”



“If I do, you're going to have to wait.” Draco knew that there was exactly one response which would get a reaction out of Nott, provided the possibility of reaction was already there.



“What if I don't want to wait, Theodore?” Draco leaned in, deliberately lessening the gap between them. He could feel his chest constricting when he noticed the way Nott's eyes were focusing on him.



“That would be up to you, Draco.” There was something about the way Nott said his name that make Draco shift forward again. He tried to stop himself but he remembered the lust that used to take over Theodore's eyes whenever they were close to one another. He wanted to see that again.



“Theodore...” Draco's mind turned to the kiss he'd shared with Pansy before he'd left. He hadn't had anything satisfactory for several years. His heart was racing while his mind threw questions at him. If he did this, would he be able to stop before he lost the bet? Did the bet really matter that much? Theodore was just sitting there, watching him. Draco stopped trying to answer the questions, he leant forwards and suddenly his lips were against Theodore's and he couldn't quite tell who had started it. It no longer mattered. He was kissing Theodore again. It had been years but he'd never forgotten what it felt like. His lips were on Theo's. His tongue was in Theo's mouth. Theo's hand was in his hair, on his chest, slipping under his robes. Suddenly Draco was being pulled upwards and Theo was whispering against his neck.



“Let's go.” Draco didn't need to ask where.







Draco barely noticed the room they were in. It obviously wasn't the master bedroom, it only had a single bed. Beyond that, it wasn't important. Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed. The mattress sank and Draco could suddenly feel a hand on his thigh. His hands stretched and found Theo's shirt. He pulled at the buttons, working up from the middle. When he reached the collar, he ran his hand down Theo's chest 'til he reached the button below where he had started. Those buttons soon gave and he was pulling Theo's shirt out of his waistband and pushing it off his shoulders. Theo's hands were cold against his skin. Draco didn't care. They were undoing the fastenings of his robe, and that was all that mattered. His robe was gone, Draco didn't even notice where it fell. Theo hadn't seen Draco in nothing but his boxers for years and Draco could feel his body being inspected. Judging by the hands on his hips and the suction on his collar bone, Theo still approved. Draco's hands stretched again, indecisive. Theo's nipple was hard under his thumb, he pulled at the button of his trousers. He couldn't properly do either with only one hand.



“Just do it. Button. Come on.” Theo's breath was hot in his ear. Draco obeyed, pulling the two parts of the material apart. Next was the zip. Draco almost didn't want to do it. He didn't want to know if Theo was as excited as him. Unless Theo was, in which case Draco couldn't wait.



“Draco. Don't tease me.” Draco felt as if he couldn't deny Theo anything. He grabbed the zip and yanked it down. It wasn't until his hands were on Theo's hips that what he had felt registered in his brain. Theo's trousers were soon gone. They were both seeing each other's bodies for the first time in years. Theo had changed, he was no longer the teenager he had once been. His chest was a little softer, the smattering of hair heavier and darker. Draco didn't care. They were kissing again, Draco's hands on Theo's slim back. Theo copied him, hands venturing lower. Draco's hand was suddenly pressing against Theo's belly, feeling hairs against his palm. His fingertips brushed Theo's cock and Theo's hand stilled where it was, digging into the skin of Draco's lower back.







Draco pulled insistently on the waistband of Theo's black boxers.



“I'll get rid of mine if you get rid of yours.” Draco didn't reply. His shorts and socks formed a heap on the floor. When he looked up, Theo had moved up the bed. He was naked and not hiding it. Draco followed him, sliding his leg against the one below him. They were kissing again. Draco was sucking on Theo's lower lip. Theo's hand was moving down Draco's back again. Draco slid upwards, covering Theo's body completely. One hand between their bodies and their cocks were pressing against one another. One thrust and Draco felt his breath catch in his throat. Theo's hand, still drifting downwards, was starting to feel good. Draco locked his arms around Theo and then pulled. They tumbled over, Theo now pinning Draco, his arm immobilised. Draco could feel Theo's cock next to his, thrusting into his inner thigh. Draco moved with him, pressing himself into the mattress or up into Theo. Theo's mouth descended and soon Draco could feel the inside of his mouth being licked. Draco felt their rhythm change. Theo's cock edged down to under Draco's balls. Eyes snapping open, Draco tried to see if this was deliberate. Draco felt Theo pull back a little. Felt a hand under his knee, pushing it upwards. Draco felt helpless as Theo swirled his tongue around two of his fingers. Outmanoeuvred as Theo's fingers approached from above. He was sure he could feel the heat of Theo's cock also moving closer. He wanted this to stop. How did he make it stop?



“Stop.” Theo's cock was against him, pressing.



“What?” Theo didn't move, didn't pull away. His hand reached out for Draco's face, turning it so that Draco couldn't avoid his eyes. “Draco... I want this. I want you.” Draco could feel the spell being cast around him. Not magic, just Theo's special enchantment. Only, it felt like a net. Catching him, holding him, forcing him. He scrambled back.



“No.” Legs over the side of the bed, he stood up. He tried to avoid looking at Theodore as he picked up his clothes. Socks, underwear, robe, he put them all back on while staring at the carpet.



“You're not really going to leave are you?” Draco glanced up, Theodore was still naked, hand moving slowly over his erection. “You're going to leave me here... to finish myself off alone?” Draco looked away again, trying to grip his wand in a way that didn't make him think of Theodore's cock. “Aren't you up to it, Malfoy? Not sure you can get me off any more? Too scared?” That was all Draco needed. He aparated into his own study.