Smokin' Hot

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Draco pressed the automatic lock on the remote keyless entry for his car, watching the lights flash and hearing the satisfying beep of the horn. He pocketed the keys and walked out from the car shed, heading for the main house that stood on top of a rolling hill.

He took the winding path around the side of the house until he came to a discrete side entrance. He slipped in unnoticed and was making his way towards his bedroom when he was called from downstairs.

“Draco!”

He stopped and refrained from rolling his eyes. Instead, he turned and went back down the stairs and into the wide, open-floor planned sitting room.

His mother was sitting on the patio with a cup of tea and a spread of delicate sandwiches on the table before her. Draco noticed that there was a second cup waiting for him. He sighed and went out the already-opened glass door.

“Yes, mother?” he asked.

“Sit down, Draco,” Narcissa said, indicating the chair opposite her.

Draco sat down carefully, wondering what she wanted. They sat in silence for some time. Narcissa sipped her tea and finally called for one of the maids to fill Draco’s cup. The woman, Poppi, smiled at Draco and filled Draco’s cup with tea then left them alone.

Finally, Narcissa set down her cup and looked over at Draco, who had taken out a cigarette. “Draco, you know those aren’t good for you.”

He gave her a withering look and flicked open the lighter, lighting it. “How are you, mother?” he asked, ignoring her remark.

A small frown creased Narcissa’s otherwise perfect features. She disapproved of Draco’s habit but knew she had no control over it. Lucius was no help either. He merely said that it was the boy’s fault if he killed himself at an early age.

“I’m perfectly well, Draco,” she replied, turning away from him as the smell of cigarettes met her nose.

Draco leaned back in his chair, knowing it would bother her and Lucius beyond all reason. They always tried to force proper manners on him, including good posture. He had absorbed it all, but that didn’t mean he would do it.

Another silence fell as they sat together on the porch overlooking the gardens below. Draco could see the old gardener pottering around the rosebushes, trying fruitlessly to keep the weeds down. Draco looked from those roses to the bouquet that sat in the middle of the table in front of them.

The roses were just beginning to bloom. They had blossomed quite early that year, due to the unnaturally warm weather. These roses were a rich yellow color and were just beginning to poke out from their leafy caskets.

“How was school today?” Narcissa’s voice finally broke the silence, asking a safe, generic question.

Draco shrugged as he took another drag of the cigarette, then tapped the ash into the glass ashtray that was always kept on the table for guests. “It was school.”

“Are you keeping up with your studies?” she asked. “You know the admissions for the University are still watching.”

“I know, mother,” Draco sighed impatiently. He’d already been accepted to the University so he didn’t see what the big deal was. Yes, he still had the end-of-year exams, but they would be a snap. He wasn’t worried.

Narcissa was about to say something more when a butler appeared in the doorway.

“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini is here to see you.” The butler turned and left the room.

Draco, thankful for an escape, set down his half-drunk cup of tea and excused himself from the room. He put out the cigarette before going inside, knowing his parents didn’t approve of smoking in the house. He would also get in a fair amount of trouble for doing so.

He walked through the cavernous living room and down the hall to the foyer. From its beige tiling on the floor to the tall glass windows, it screamed affluent. Draco hardly noticed anymore.

Blaise was leaning casually against one of the walls, dangerously close to a half-pillar that held an expensive vase. He was looking at the vase with a thoughtful expression on his face. Draco walked up, unnoticed, next to him.

“If you break that vase, Blaise, my father will have a fit.”

Blaise jerked back and looked around quickly, his eyes falling on Draco. He smirked and took a step back.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked. “By all means, have at it.”

They both looked at each other and laughed. Blaise rolled his eyes and shook his head. “We both know that would be a bad idea.”

“So?” Draco drawled. “I don’t see the problem.”

Blaise just laughed and ignored the comment. He knew Draco and his father didn’t get along. Lucius didn’t particularly approve of Draco’s lifestyle since it would deprive the world of another Malfoy heir to inherit the fortune. He tolerated it, though just barely.

Draco nodded his head in the direction of his room and they turned to go, but were stopped by a voice.

“Draco, who was at—” Lucius cut himself off as he entered the foyer and saw Blaise. “Hello, Blaise.”

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy,” Blaise said politely, not letting his good-breeding go to waste.

“Blaise and I are just going to study,” Draco supplied. “We’ll be in my room. Don’t forget to knock.” Then they breezed past Lucius and up to Draco’s room without a second glance.

Behind them, Lucius’ expression darkened, but he turned resolutely to join his wife on the patio.

They climbed a few flights of stairs until they reached Draco’s room on the third floor. Once there, Blaise threw himself on the bed unceremoniously. Draco walked over to the balcony and opened the doors, allowing a light breeze to permeate the room. He leaned against the doorframe and lit a cigarette.

“You do the essay for English yet?” Blaise asked lazily from his position on the bed.

“No,” Draco replied, taking a long, calming drag of the cigarette. “Why bother? Lupin was out again today. He won’t be there to collect it.”

“I heard his cancer was acting up again,” Blaise said, drawing circles with his fingers on Draco’s silk bedspread.

“Whatever,” Draco replied. “As long as I don’t have to write it, I don’t care.”

Blaise nodded absently and said nothing. Draco looked over at him, his eyes trailing over Blaise’s toned body, his dark olive skin, and handsome face. He paused a moment, then took a last drag of the cigarette before flicking it over the balcony and into the small pond below.

He pushed himself casually off the door frame and went over to the bed, sitting down next to Blaise. Blaise scooted over, allowing for room.

They sat in silence for a moment, neither saying anything. Draco was staring unseeingly at the television on the opposite side of the room. For a moment, he contemplated turning it on but decided not to.

“Draco?” He heard Blaise’s voice next to him but didn’t turn.

“Yeah?”

He felt Blaise’s hand move and come to rest on his thigh. Draco said nothing but felt the pressure increase on his thigh as Blaise scooted closer. He closed his eyes as Blaise’s hand began to rub his inner thigh, slowly creeping further north.

He felt Blaise’s soft, moist lips on his neck and felt the fingers dancing over his inner thigh, coming ever closer to their prize.

Blaise nibbled the pale flesh of Draco’s neck, knowing exactly what he liked. His hand rubbed harder, inching closer to where Draco’s cock was slowly hardening. His other hand ran up Draco’s back and over his neck to entwine in the silky, blond locks. He flicked his tongue over the blonds’ neck, sucking hard.

He moved up to Draco’s ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and assaulting it with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hand had slid as far as it could go. Slowly, he pressed the heel of his hand into the hardness in Draco’s lower body, hearing Draco give a low moan.

He let go of Draco’s earlobe, running his tongue over the shell of the ear. “Are we gonna fuck or what?” he whispered.

He felt Draco shift and all of a sudden, he was on his back and staring up at Draco, who was wearing a satisfied smirk. Soon, both were divested of any garments and Draco was reaching for the lube and condoms he kept in his bedside table.

Blaise gasped as Draco slid a slippery finger in his body. His legs were thrown over Draco’s shoulders as Draco prepared him.

Draco slid in a second finger, enjoying the way Blaise squirmed and moaned at his touch.

“Draco—” Blaise gasped. “Stop being so damn—ah—delicate!”

Draco grinned and took his words to heart, removing the fingers quickly and pushing his hard cock into Blaise’s body, past the tight muscles until he was fully sheathed within the Italian. He began to move slowly, but it didn’t last long.

He thrust into Blaise’s body hard and fast, hearing the noises of praise and urgings to go faster from Blaise. His cock slid into Blaise’s body easily, pushing through the hot muscles until it brushed against the place that shot jolts of electricity through Blaise.

“Fuck, Draco!” he exclaimed. “God, hurry up!”

Draco readily complied and increased his pace until Blaise was coming moments later, shooting come over his stomach. Draco’s eyes clenched shut as he felt Blaise’s muscles contract around his cock, sending a wave of heat through his body as he erupted inside him.

Breathing heavily, Draco collapsed on the bed next to Blaise. For the next few moments, neither spoke. Finally, Draco pushed himself off his bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom to clean himself up.

When he got back, he found Blaise had redressed and was now sitting at his desk, messing around on his computer. Blaise turned around in the chair, spinning around. “I’m bored,” he stated.

Draco rolled his eyes as he went to the balcony and lit another cigarette. Blaise joined him shortly. Draco handed him the cigarette and he took it, taking a long drag then handing it back. Blaise walked over to the balcony edge and put his elbows on it, leaning over and looking down at the pool below.

Finally, he looked up at Draco, who was sitting in a chair, his feet on the balcony railing. “So how was Potter? You never told me.”

Draco shrugged and flicked the end of the cigarette. “He was okay, better than some.”

Blaise nodded and looked back over the grounds. “You think he’s gonna get weird?”

“Probably.”

“You seduced him for fun, didn’t you?” Blaise asked, a smirk growing on his face.

Draco shrugged again nonchalantly before giving a low laugh. “It was just too easy not to. He wanted it, so I gave it to him. Too bad he’s so innocent.”

Blaise laughed and shook his head. “You are positively evil.”

“Yes, I am,” Draco replied, smirking wildly. He took another drag of his cigarette, watching as the white smoke was blown away in the breeze. “He tried to talk to me today.”

“Is that why you kissed me? I wondered.”

Draco hardly ever kissed Blaise, not that he cared. Their relationship wasn’t one of love. They were best friends, had been ever since they were young. They had discovered their sexuality together and never saw the problem of experimenting with each other. They had no problem sleeping together or with other people. It was mainly something they did to pass the time, or to try something new on.

Blaise knew that Draco had little interest in real romantic ties with anyone. He preferred to stay aloof and just out of reach of the fawning girls and boys.

Draco didn’t reply. He simply took a last drag of the cigarette before smashing it in the ashtray that stood on the small table next to him. He leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm sun that beat down on his torso.

Blaise remained staring over the ground of Malfoy Manor. To the west, he could just see the top of another house, rising above the tops of the trees that obscured the property line of Draco’s house.

This was Blaise’s house. He had lived “next door” to Draco his entire life. Their parents were family friends; their fathers were even in the same Men’s Club. It was an elite club, open only to affluent families. Blaise found it dreadfully boring and the president kind of creepy, a man named Tom Riddle, but forced the others to call him Lord Voldemort, though he was about as far from a Lord as he could be.

His father had been pressuring him to join, but so far he had refused, as had Draco. This was just one of the many reasons Lucius was upset with his son.

Blaise looked up as he heard a faint noise.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they’re like,
It's better than yours,
Damn right, it's better than yours—

“Answer your damn phone,” Draco mumbled without opening his eyes.

Blaise pulled out his thin cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open.

“Hello?... No, when did that— Yes…But—… Fine.” Blaise sighed and closed the phone.

Draco opened his eyes as Blaise turned to him, looking annoyed. “That was my sister. I have to go home. Apparently, she forgot something at school and needs it for some project.”

“Doesn’t she have a car?” Draco drawled.

Blaise laughed. “Father took it away for a week ‘cause she got caught kissing some guy in it. The guy was pretty hot…”

Draco laughed and smirked. “Alright go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Draco,” Blaise said, then left.

Draco sighed as he heard the door shut to his room. He was glad to be alone for a moment. His mind wandered back to Harry as he sat on the balcony, listening to the birds twittering in the trees.

Harry had definitely been a fun little extra-curricular activity, but Draco didn’t have time to do anything more. He didn’t want to anyway. Potter would just have to learn that Draco didn’t want a relationship or anything of the sort. He was perfectly happy to fuck whomever he chose whenever he wanted.

He knew his reputation was beginning to precede him, but he could care less. It was Lucius that it bothered the most. He didn’t want a slut for a son. Draco didn’t care, though. Anything that upset Lucius was alright with him.

Draco was content, though. He’d made it clear to Potter what it was. He wasn’t worried about getting anymore puppy dog eyes from him. No, everything was under control.


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A/N: So... please review!