Summer Ecstasy

OMG!! I am so sorry for updating this so late. I didn’t want to, but if you’ll look at my profile, you’ll see why I’m so late in uploading. I had writer’s block as well, so I couldn’t really get anything done until recently. Hope to get the next chapter up soon. Already about ¾ done with it, so hopefully I’ll post it within the week.

Just to let my previous readers, I made a bit of small changes to my last chapters. Nothing too big. Hope you like. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes, and I’ll be glad if you mention them in a review so I can correct them.

Thanks!!

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He gazed at her as she walked among the trees, her hand trailing against the bark, the sunlight illuminating the light brown highlights in her soft hair. He smiled softly.

How on earth could he have ended up with the most beautiful, angelic girl in the world? She was the perfect girl for him. They were opposites, not totally, but enough to almost get on each others nerves—though in the end, the make-up sex was always great.

Theo grinned a bit to himself. What Draco and Blaise saw in men, he'd never know. He was as straight as a nail and he loved it. Hermione was everything he had ever wanted. He would never search for another mate in his life. He wouldn't have to.

“Theo?” her gentle voice came from beside him. He looked down four inches below him and his eyes caught Hermione's auburn-golden colored eyes, which were currently filled with concern. He smiled softly, and turned to caress her cheek with the back of his hand.

“'Mione,” he breathed as his skin touched hers. She parted her lips, eyes fluttering at the light touch. By Merlin, how his touch sent sparks down her spine, she thought in bliss. It was just a simple touch, and yet it said so much that not even words were enough to convey. Hermione looked at him, smiling gently and leant into his touch.

“Yes, Theo?” she whispered, her warm breath surrounding his face. He sighed in contentment.

“Love...” he sighed, and stepped forwards to lean his forehead against hers. “Merlin, I love you so much, Hermione.”

The girl in his grasp smiled at him. “Love you too,” she replied back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their breaths mingled as their faces pushed close together and every inch of their bodies fit perfectly, not even a puff of air was between them.

Theo grinned and leaned forwards, just as his girlfriend began to tilt her head sideways. Their lips touched and parted, and their tongues danced softly. Theo sighed again. This was perfect. Holding and kissing his girlfriend in his arms, the air around them clean and fresh, and the trees and the lake around them almost seeming magical. Nothing could be better than this.

Then he felt Hermione tilting her head more, her tongue began thrusting against his, and her lithe body began rocking against his hips. His head fell backwards with a groan.

“Merlin, Hermione...” he gasped, thrusting his now half hard erection against her. “Didn't...ah...know you were kinky...uhh...to do it outdoors.” The bookworm in front of him grinned mischievously against his lips and began moving backwards until her back was tight against a tree. She giggled.

“Shhh, don't tell Harry or Ron,” she teased, and nicked his bottom lip.

Theo's eyes flashed and he regained his dominant position as he stared down at her, pressing her hips against his and the tree. The girl moaned. He smirked. “Get ready, Hermione,” he started, his voice low and husky with want. “I’m going to make you mine over and over tonight.”

***

Draco walked inside first, soon followed by Harry, whose curious gaze swept over the bar. A mass of writhing bodies caught his attention at the far side of the building upon what looked like a dance floor. A few bystanders across the dance color were seated at small tables located near the bar. Music and fluorescent lights filled the room and a deep, low rhythmic beat pulsed within the building. The scent of alcohol, sweat, and sex emanated around the room.

Harry took his wandering eyes away from the decorations and focused on the bodies around him, and his body froze at a realization.

“Draco,” he whispered, his eyes growing round. He glanced at the blonde beside him. “This isn’t just a bar.”

The blonde smirked, his silver lit eyes straying over the dance floor. “Oh?”

“This is a gay club.”

Draco looked sideways at him, the smirk still noticeable even with the bright flashing lights above them. “Oh?”

“You knew,” Harry accused. His eyes narrowed into slits.

A light eyebrow rose. “Well, I certainly didn’t plan this, but you have to admit that the mere fact that it’s a gay club shouldn’t deter you. You’re gay yourself, remember?”

Harry hissed. “So? I’ve only found out I’m gay in less than forty-eight hours. That doesn’t mean that I want to be with any guys this soon.”

The blonde’s smirk grew. “But Harry, what’s the fun in that? This is your chance to finally experience what it means to be a shirt lifter.” Harry whipped his head around at that comment, his eyes narrowing even further. He clenched his teeth.

“What is ‘that’ supposed to mean?”

Draco, however, ignored Harry’s tone and looked around. “Just relax and have a good time, Harry. It’s a summer vacation, after all. When else are you supposed to do something like this?” Then he smiled and walked towards the bar to order them some drinks.

Harry stared at his back as he walked away and scowled at how nonchalant the Slytherin was acting. He didn’t even consider Harry’s feelings about the situation, or the fact that he was so nervous that he was shaking. Surrounded by so many men, gay men at that, was nerve racking. All too soon, Harry felt his Gryffindor courage flee, leaving him quivering with his tail in between his legs. Gosh, he had never felt like such a coward until now.

Harry realized that he was standing in the middle of the doorway still, so he quickly moved to let aside a few people trying to leave. He wandered over to one of the tables and sat down, careful to keep his eyes glued to the table and away from the sight of a nearby gay couple rocking against each other.

Soon enough, Draco dropped into the seat in front of him and landed two mugs of beer onto the table. Draco grabbed his and took a drink, then waited until Harry’s finished his before continuing with his questions from earlier.

“So Harry,” he began. “See anyone you like?”

Harry was glad that he had gulped down his drink before Draco had started the question, otherwise he would have made quite a mess of both of them. He grew nervous and glanced around. “W-Well...”

“So you do,” Draco said, feeling a twinge of jealousy in his chest. “Who?”

You, he wanted to reply. But instead, he just replied with, “No one.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Really, Harry, you have to have a type. What kind of girl did you like before you started being attracted blokes?”

Harry shrugged, never having thought of it. “I’m not sure. I was with Cho for awhile, and then I dated Ginny in my sixth year...”

Draco remembered, and fought a grimace. “Well, they were both Quidditch players.”

Harry looked at him. “You’re right. So, you think I like the athletic type?”

Draco smiled, and hoped so. He rather liked Quidditch himself. “Possibly.”

“They both had long hair too,” Harry continued. “And they were pretty.” Draco nodded slowly, as if thinking. His hair was pretty long, for a boy at least. And according to Witch Weekly, he was gorgeous. “Other than that, though, besides the fact that they were both girls, I can’t think of any other similarities.”

“How about the fact that they were both pretty flat chested?” Draco sniggered. Harry tried to glare at him, but gave up after thinking that he might be right. Maybe he liked Cho and Ginny because his body already knew that he liked boys.

“So, we gathered that you like pretty athletes with long hair and flat chests,” Draco said somewhat proudly, grinning as he took another drink of his beer.

Harry shrugged. It seemed to fit, especially since he was attracted to Draco too. But he’d never admit that, he decided, as he drank his beer.

“So what about you?” Harry asked, wanting to keep the attention from himself. “What type are you into?”

Draco grinned and leaned forwards to Harry. He licked his lips. “I like the sexy, Quidditch playing, green-eyed type,” he muttered so softly that Harry could barely hear him.

But he did, and his eyes widened a fraction before narrowing suddenly towards the blonde. “You’re not playing with me, are you?”

Draco frowned, confused with the mood change. “Of course not. Why would I?”

Harry studied him, unsure if Draco really was trying to play a trick on him or telling the truth. He wouldn’t be surprised if the blonde turned out to be a fake. He could just be like the others who had wanted him just for his fame.

But, a voice in his head spoke. He doesn’t. Draco didn’t list anything like being famous or rich or a hero in his description of his type of lover.

Maybe he was lying, another half of him tried to reason.

But he’s a good man. He’s not a Deatheater.

His father was one, his practical side said.

That means nothing, his other half tried to reason.

Harry frowned at the voices in his head, thinking he was crazy. He stood up then and glanced at their empty mugs. “I’ll get some more.” Then he went over to the bar to order another two jugs of beer. However when he returned to the table, a man with black hair was standing over Draco, obviously drunk and smirking dangerously at the blonde. Harry stepped forwards quickly.

“Excuse me,” he said in a low voice. The man turned and, assuming that Draco already had a man, stepped away.

Harry sighed as he put the drinks down onto the table. Draco watched him, but kept quiet and continued drinking. They both didn’t speak for a long moment, both comfortable in their own thoughts as they got drunk as the minutes passed by. When they were nearly done, Draco suddenly stood and smiled at Harry. “Let me get something better to lighten the mood,” he said, and left towards the bar. Harry sat still, curious to what the blonde had meant by that statement.

A few minutes went by when Draco came back, landing two shot glasses onto the table, both filled with a light colored drink with whipped cream. Harry’s eyebrow rose.

“What’s this?”

Draco smirked, his eyes glittering with mischievousness. Harry frowned slightly, and then his eyes grew wide as Draco began to lean forward onto the table. The blonde licked his lips, pleased to notice that Harry’s eyes were fixed on his tongue. He grinned. “Have you ever heard of a Blow Job, Harry?”

“WHAT!”

Draco burst out with laughter as Harry toppled backwards in his chair and fell to the floor. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he watched Harry right himself up and sit down. Emerald fire glared back at him.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?!” the man cried, ignoring the looks he received from everyone around him. He locked eyes with Draco, slightly upset to see the blonde getting so much of a kick at his humiliation, but also captivated by the silver gaze directed at him.

Draco’s laughter began to trail off, but his body still shook from the after effect. He let out one last chuckle at the confused, angry face of the man across from him, but pushed the shot towards him.

“Really, Harry, you should have seen the look on your face.” He sniggered.

Green eyes narrowed. “Well, I’m so glad to humor you, Malfoy, but excuse me for reacting that way at such a stupid question. Why in the hell would you ask me that?”

The grin on Draco’s face spread wider, and he realized that it slightly hurt to smile this much. But hedidn’t care. The man in front of him was just too damn adorable.

“A Blow Job, Harry. I’m sure you’ve heard of those. And I’m not talking about fellatio, you pervert.”

Harry glared at him a bit more, but his head slightly tilted in confusion. “What? Then what are you talking about?” He watched as Draco’s eyes lit up with laughter and the light make his face glow in a surreal kind of way. It was beautiful to witness. Even if the blonde was laughing at him, Harry was kind of glad to make the blonde happy enough to drop his usual mask. It meant that the blonde felt comfortable now and that meant a lot to Harry.

Draco noticed that Harry’s gaze was fixed intensely on him, and a feeling of satisfaction coursed through his veins. Finally, he thought. He had always seen that intense look of Harry’s face, but never directed at him. Unless it was a look of intense hatred. He shuddered at the memory of seeing green fire.

“In a club, Harry, a Blow Job isn’t exactly what it means. It’s just a drink. Normally, only girls drink it, but...” His eyebrows waggled up and down and he winked, causing Harry to deeply blush. “Since we’re gay, it’s fun for us to drink it too.”

Harry nodded, understanding now, if a little bit interested. “Sounds...interesting.” Draco smirked. “So why is it called a...uh...you know...” Harry’s face turned even redder.

Draco inwardly rolled his eyes. A blushing virgin, he thought. A fitting name for his Harry. “It’s called a Blow Job,” he emphasized both words. “Because of the way you have to drink it. You don’t use your hands, Harry.”

Harry felt confused. “Huh? Then how are you supposed to drink it?”

Draco leered, causing a shiver to run up Harry’s spine, and felt his body grow hot just looking at the brunette. He knew he was getting drunk, but his mind was too focused on Harry to even care. “Would you like me to demonstrate?” Harry shakily nodded. Draco’s leering grin grew. “Alright then.” Then he bent over his shot glass, making a show of gripping the cup tightly with his lips, and tilted his entire body back. He held his hands behind him as he gulped down the substance, his pale Adam’s apple bobbing up and down seductively. Harry watched all of this with half lidded eyes and a hard on so rigid, Harry wouldn’t be surprised if it could cut through steel. He bit back a moan as he continued to watch Draco set the shot glass back down onto the table and lick away the stay amount of whipped cream near the corner of his bottom lip. And if it was even possible, he felt himself go harder.

“Draco...” He whispered, his voice thick with lust.

The blonde in question looked up and was shocked to see how dark Harry’s eyes had become. A shiver ran through him, and he felt his pants grow a bit tight. He gulped as their eyes never moved from each other, until Draco finally broke it.

“Your turn,” Draco said, his voice raspy from being dry, despite the fact that he had just drank an alcoholic beverage just a minute earlier.

Harry’s eyes seemed to grow darker at those two simple words before he began to lean forward. He copied Draco’s actions by putting his hands behind his back and grabbing the shot glass with his lips. It seemed a bit hard at first, but he soon tilted his head back and drank everything in one gulp. Then he sat back and grinned at an open-mouthed Malfoy.

Harry would never know what came over him in that instant. Maybe it was the alcohol talking because he was obviously drunk or if he just felt daring thanks to the look Draco wore. Nevertheless, he stood up and grabbed Draco’s hand to pull him to his feet. Then he put his mouth near Draco’s ears and sighed deeply. “Wow Draco, you never told me a Blow Job would taste so good.” He grinned. “I hope that’s not the last one I get tonight.”

Draco shivered at the innuendo Harry made, and felt his face grow hot as he came closer to the Gryffindor. God, what kind of monster did he create so suddenly? Draco wondered. Not that he was ashamed or even regretful of what he had done.

“Draco?” Harry’s voice broke through his thoughts. The blonde looked at Harry, and found himself fixed on his shining emerald eyes. “Would you like to dance with me?”

The blonde didn’t even answer. He just pulled Harry after him as he walked onto the dance floor. Men surrounded him left and right, but only one was gorgeous enough to catch his attention and he was currently fixing himself to align with his body.

Harry moaned when his erection collided with Draco’s, and pulled the blonde closer to get more friction going. That caused for both men to have their eyes rolling to the back of their heads.

“Oh Harry,” Draco whispered as his bottom half practically was pushed flush against Harry’s. His arms wrapped around Harry’s waist while the other had this hands shoved into his blonde hair. While Draco controlled the movements of Harry’s body against his, Harry had his face placed into Draco’s shoulder. Harry panted puffs of warm air against his skin, his lips sometimes pressing against the nape of his neck. Draco shuddered once more and he gripped tighter to Harry’s hips, clenching his teeth hard as the bulge in his pants moved erotically against Harry’s. Harry growled, and felt his body grow hotter as flames of lust licked all over his body. He started to pull away from Draco, not thinking straight when he reached down to undo the buttons of his shirt.

But then Harry glanced past Draco’s head and nearly snarled when a man with curly red hair came forward to grope at Draco’s arse. He even had the indecency to reach down Draco’s trousers to grab the blonde’s cock. Draco groaned as a thrill went through him, but he soon realized that it wasn’t Harry’s hands that were groping him and tried to pull away.

Harry growled louder when he saw that the man wasn’t taking the hint and moving away at all. “Get. Away. From. Him.” He punctuated every word with a step towards the man while he moved Draco to the side. Draco watched in awe as the normally calm and collected Harry suddenly turned into a possessive and terrifying but beautiful man. He moved closer to Harry, not even bothering to pay attention to the man that had been groping him. He grabbed Harry’s hand firmly and leaned closer to his ear.

“Let’s go home, Harry.”

The brunette, still fuming and glaring at the red head that dared touch Draco, nodded in agreement and forced his way through the crowd with the blonde in tow.

They walked out of the club and continued on for a couple yards. Once they were far enough from preying eyes, Harry clutched Draco close to him and Apparated.

***

With a loud crack, Harry and Draco stumbled into the living room of their Summer Home. Draco instantly fell onto the couch, too dizzy with lust as well as the effects of apparation to do much else. He might’ve been a bit drunk as well.

He giggled.

Okay, he was drunk. And apparently, Harry was too as the brunette followed him down onto the couch and began attacking the blonde’s neck with kisses. Draco moaned with the sudden onslaught of intense feelings coursing through him. Blood began to rush away from his brain and down into his cock, as it swelled to meet Harry’s big bulge. Harry ground down into the figure below him, his mind too drunk and dizzy to comprehend what he was doing. It wasn’t until he heard his name being moaned by the blonde below him that Harry suddenly stilled.

No, he thought. He couldn’t do this. Not like this. Not while Draco was just as drunk as Harry. How did they even Apparate back to the Summer Home anyway? He wondered. Harry shut his eyes with confusion as he tried to center his thoughts. But his mind was just one big haze.

“Harry?” he heard from below him, Draco’s voice pulling him away from his befuddled thoughts. Harry looked down and his eyes grew round as he gazed upon the fresh red bruises littering Draco’s neck. He stumbled off the couch, and staggered backwards from it as his eyes filled with horror at what he was doing. Draco sat up, wincing when he looked at Harry. Apparently, he wasn’t drunk enough, Draco sorrowfully thought.

Then the blonde watched as the beautiful man ran from the room and up the stairs. A door slammed, and everything went quiet.

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I'm sorry if Harry blushes too much. I'll try to control that in the future.

REVIEW PLEASE!!! Hope you all didn’t give up on me. Trust me, I never abandon my stories. I just delay them a little... *sheepish grin*

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And I'm not really rushing into their relationship, at least I hope. So don't worry. More action and drama to come.