Trapped in a Winter Wonderlan

A/N: Well so much for summer and being able to write. Apparently, once the snow was gone so was my inspiration. I stared going to a new school, further north than where I’m from and we’ve already had snow. So that kind of inspired me to continue with this story. I hope it was worth the wait. More to come, hopefully sooner than before, except I’m not sure to go from here. Any suggestions and comments are always welcome!!!

R&R

‘Italics’= thoughts

Warnings: Some sexy, slashy, smutty goodness. M/M, Anal, WAFF, HJ, Oral, WIP, SoloM, others to come


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When the two had finished their meal Draco stood up and took the dirty plates and flatware to the kitchen sink to start washing up. Harry sat there for several moments, completely shocked; he didn’t even know the blonde knew how to do any of that. What surprised him even more was that he did it without being asked. Instead of making some smart ass comment Harry decided to take that as a kind of truce and got up and began to wipe down the counters and set the table right. When his chore was done, Harry went over to get the fire started. While Harry was tending to the fire, Draco was finishing up with the dishes. Done with his chore, Draco went and inspected the book shelf. He decided on book about the history of Great Britain’s quidditch teams.

Once the fire was roaring, Harry went and retrieved linens and a spare pillow from a closet in the bedroom and set up his bed on the couch. That done he went into the bathroom and found two sets of toiletries, one in a red container and the other in green. Catching the hint Harry chose the red container and began to get ready for bed. While Harry was in the bathroom Draco got up from where he sat reading the book and moved to the bedroom. Once inside with the door shut he removed his shirt and trousers, leaving himself in just his boxers. From inside the bedroom Draco heard the bathroom door open signaling Potter was done. Draco exited the room and was faced with a tanned, toned, and mostly naked Harry Potter.

Harry, too, was just in his boxers having just showered. His hair, still wet, was plastered to his forehead. Some of the remaining moisture, collecting on the tips of his hair, would fall on to his neck where they would rolled their way down the lightly muscled plains of his chest and abdomen only to be stopped by the low slung waistband of his boxers. Draco couldn’t help himself from following the journey of one such drop of water.

Harry didn’t notice Draco’s preoccupation with watching the water drip off his hair and down his body because, in truth, he was too busy staring at the pale expanse of skin on display, something that had been hidden to him earlier. Like himself Draco was toned and lightly muscled from years of quidditch. That was where the similarities ended. Draco’s skin looked as smooth and pale as porcelain. No marks or scars marred his chest and Harry could only detect a sparse amount of pale hair.

When a log shifted on the hearth both boys were shaken out of their momentary dais. Harry, blushing hotly, made his way into the bedroom to find something to sleep in. Draco moved into the bathroom to finish preparing for bed. Harry finding some sweatpants, returned to the living room turned bedroom and settled down for sleep. However, sleep eluded him as he lay on the couch staring up at the ceiling. All his thoughts were centered around a certain blond and his pale skin. Skin that was, at that moment, gloriously naked under the spray of the shower. Harry groaned out loud when images began to emerge from his over active imagination. When he heard the door open on impulse Harry looked over and was greeted by the sight of Draco in only a towel, water running down his body, much as it had on Harry a short time before. Not wanting Draco to catch him staring he quickly looked away. Harry felt his arousal stirring; his cock had already become half hard just from the sight of the blonde in a towel. Draco paused for only a moment to gaze at Harry’s naked upper half, the rest being covered by a blanket, before moving into the bedroom, shutting and locking the door. Harry tried again to close his eyes, willing sleep to come, which proved to be in vain. Harry’s member was now fully erect, much to his dismay. Shifting onto his side Harry tried again to sleep, resolutely ignoring the bulge between his legs.

Draco was not unaffected by what he had seen earlier. Getting into the wonderfully soft bed in just a pair of boxers, Draco laid down for sleep. As soon as his eyes closed images of Harry earlier assaulted his minds eyes. These images quickly began to shift as his imagination took over. As he lay in the bed he became even more aroused, his cock swelling until fully erect. He knew there would be no way he was going to get to sleep in his current state so he slowly let his hand wander under the elastic of the boxers, just brushing against his arousal. He inhaled sharply at the contact and moved his hand to grip himself tighter. In his mind he saw a handsome male body, not Potters’, his dick fully swelled. The man he saw in his mind was mimicking with his own hand all that Draco was doing to himself. As the vision took over the man started to develop specific traits. The man now had tanned skin, defined abs, a light sprinkling of dark hair. The man he was picturing had unruly dark hair and startling green eyes. There was just the slightest suggestion of a faint scar under the fringes of the mans hair. Draco was now too invested in his vision to care that he was wanking off to Harry Potter. Draco increased his tempo and applied more pressure, occasionally running his hand along the engorged head of his cock. All these actions were mimicked in his mind by vision Harry. Vision Harry’s eyes were dark with lust and arousal and appeared to be boring into his soul. With a few more hard, quick tugs Draco was cumming all over his own hand and stomach, panting heavily.

Harry, unaware of Draco’s actions in the other room, was having an exceedingly difficult time trying to sleep. His erection demanded attention and his imagination wasn’t helping the problem. But Harry was determined to ignore his …problem. ‘Maybe it’ll go away on its own’ he thought in vain as he lay awake on the plush couch.

A half hour later and his erection was starting to become painful. With a resigned sigh Harry reached into his pants and gently gripped his erection. Even that slight touch sent shivers down his spine. Gripping himself more firmly he began to stroke himself. Harry closed his eyes once more and immediately the memory of Draco earlier came to mind. Try as he might he couldn’t get the image of Draco in his boxers or in the towel to go away. He tried thinking of Ginny, but every time he started to stroke himself the image of Ginny would swiftly change into Draco. Finally giving up on trying to picture something else, he allowed his mind to focus on the images of Draco. He remembered the way the water had dripped down Draco’s pale frame. The towel had been so low slung that a sparse amount of pale blond hair could be seen poking above the terry cloth. Harry had to fight back a moan as the Draco in his mind let the towel drop to the ground. The Draco in his mind stood there in all his naked glory. Harry was not working on solely imagination, they had shared a locker room bathroom for the past six years after all. He knew what the blonde looked like naked, just as surely as the blonde knew what he looked like. That idea caused another wave of pleasure to run through him. He began to stroke himself fast, the Draco in his minds eye not looking away, running his tongue over his lips like he would like nothing more than to kiss him. Harry spilled his release into his pumping hand and bottoms. Laying still, breathing deeply, he let his eyes drift open. What had he just done? He had just wanked to images of Draco fucking Malfoy, the git he was being forced to share a living space with for an indefinite amount of time. He immediately felt bad for thinking of Draco as a git; if Draco was going to make an effort to be civil then he would too. Harry reached over with his clean hand and grabbed his wand and proceeded to spell himself clean. Closing his eyes he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.