WET DREAMS

Chapter Seven


“So, if Darius is not feeling well, who is going to be posing with Haze?” Shane asked from beside Ronnie.

“I will be,” I said, coming up to the other side of Ronnie.

“But . . . ” Shane began.

“Ronnie and I pictured a blond with Haze in these shots, dark and light. Although Michael and Trey would be good . . . ” I began.

“A blond would be better,” Ronnie finished. “You sure, Draco? You haven’t been on that side of the camera for quite awhile.”

“What choice do we have?” I shrugged, taking off the shirt I had put on earlier, leaving just my faded, ripped up jean shorts.

“Um, don’t we have enough already?” Harry said, standing up and coming over to us.

“Not quite,” Ronnie said. “Okay then, Draco, Haze, we’ll need you on the beach.”

“I don’t think . . . ” Harry began, following them.

“Scared, Potter?” I whispered by his ear as I walked close behind him.

“No,” Harry said.

Ronnie stopped. The other models, Pansy, and Shane had also followed but kept a distance from us. “Draco . . . I want you to kneel on the sand, your ass resting on your heels. Haze, sit on his lap, straddling his thighs.”

Harry stood in front of me, still with the towel wrapped loosely around his hips. “I really don’t think this is a good idea,” he quietly said.

“Although this is a nice view,” I began, looking at the towel-covered bulge in front of me, “it’s not the right shot for what we’re looking for.” I smirked.

Harry lightly shook his head then slowly lowered himself on top of my lap, his knees straddling my thighs, his hands resting on my shoulders.

“Relax, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do,” I grinned, sliding my hands up Harry’s upper thighs. ‘Merlin he feels good,’ I was thinking as my hands caressed his thighs. I looked and noticed that Harry was looking down to watch my hand on his leg.

“Okay, looks good so far. Haze, you need to shift up a bit, lose the towel. Draco, your hands sliding up to his hips and sides. Haze, keep your head lowered. Draco, your mouth closer, kissing his cheek, his neck. Haze, arch your neck back. Draco, your hands in his hair . . . ”

Harry bent his neck back as I began to trail light kisses up and down his neck, Harry’s hands sliding up on their own to bury into my hair to pull me closer. I barely held back a moan when Harry began to roll his hips forward while I nibbled on a particular sensitive spot by his ear, my cock hardening in my shorts, feeling something equally as hard grinding against me. I slid my hands down his back as I began to kiss lower, giving him a gentle nudge to bend back, to brace against my arms as I held his lower body close to mine. I leaned in to flick my tongue against Harry’s ringed nipple, something I had wanted to do since he took his shirt off on the yacht. Harry moaned and gripped my arms harder as he arched into my touch as he began to rock his hips forward, both of us shutting out the others watching us as Ronnie continued to click away with her camera around us.

I pulled my mouth away from Harry’s chest, then placed my hand on Harry’s stomach, slowly skimming it up his chest, my fingernail flicking his nipple. I hungrily watched as Harry’s body seemed to reach for my touch, arching up in need. I distantly heard the instructions from Ronnie, brief that they were. My hand slid higher, to reach behind Harry’s neck, guiding him to raise himself again. I leaned in again to kiss Harry’s neck, my arms circling around his back to draw him closer. “You feel so good, Harry,” I huskily whispered by Harry’s ear.

“Feels – good,” Harry breathlessly said, his hands coming up again to tangle in my hair.

I pulled back a bit and looked at Harry who had still not opened his eyes. “Open your eyes, Harry,” I quietly said, leaning my forehead on Harry’s. Harry shook his head, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.

“Please, Harry,” I said, brushing my tongue against that bottom lip. “I want to see you.”

Harry opened his eyes. His gaze immediately locked onto mine. “It’s not right,” he whispered, looking down at my mouth.

“Gods, Harry,” I moaned, my own eyes looking down as Harry’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Need to kiss you, please,” I whispered against Harry’s mouth.

Harry combed his fingers through the back of my hair as he pressed his body close to mine. “We are so going to regret this,” he groaned, right before his lips clashed with mine in a desperate hungry kiss.

“What the fuck?” I vaguely heard Shane shout.

‘Tastes so good,’ I thought as I submitted to Harry’s desperate kisses, giving as good as I got, neither of us caring that the others watched or that Ronnie was taking shots non-stop. Neither of us noticed that the wind had picked up, and a light drizzle of rain was hitting our heated skin. We finally did break from the intoxicating kiss when we heard the static from the walkie-talkie that one of the assistants carried with him. A storm was coming.

Harry pushed away from me. I tried to reach for him again. “No – not right,” he huskily whispered as I watched him slip on his shorts that Trey had handed to him, while the others were hurriedly gathering their equipment in the bags to load up into the dinghy boats.

“Harry, please,” I pleaded, standing up and grasping Harry’s arm to pull him closer. “You can’t tell me there’s nothing there after that kiss.”

“There can’t be anything, Dray,” Harry choked out, pulling away to run toward one of the dinghy boats where some of the others were already waiting.

“Come on Draco, we need to get back to the yacht,” Ronnie said, reaching out to take my hand.

I watched as Harry crowded onto a boat with Trey, Michael, Shane, and Pansy. He saw that Shane was right in Harry’s face, yelling at him over the sound of crashing waves, and Harry sat silent looking the other way, ignoring him. “Let’s get going,” I said, picking up my bag.

Ronnie and I were the last to leave the island, the rain beginning to come down hard. Once we reached the yacht, I reached out for the ladder, while a boat hand helped secure the boat. I helped Ronnie start up the ladder, then began to climb up myself. Once I was on board, I climbed down into the yacht, already crowded with wet bodies. Harry was among them, a towel around his shoulders, a beer in his hand, as he sifted through his backpack for a dry change of clothing. I pulled my t-shirt off that was soaked to my skin and began to towel my hair and upper body dry as I walked to the back of the boat to get some dry clothing from my own bag.

I walked in to see Pansy drying Shane’s legs, her lips on his stomach. I reached for my bag, and glanced over at them to see both of them looking at me. “Don’t let me stop you.” I smirked, taking out a dry t-shirt, then walked back out.

“Shit!” Ronnie exclaimed.

“What? What happened?” I asked, rushing over to her when I saw her scrounging through all the bags that were sitting on the bench – all our camera cases.

“It’s the camera,” she replied, going through another bag. “Can’t find it. Can’t find the camera with the last set of pictures. Fuck! Must have left it on the island,” she said, looking up at me finally.

“You sure?” I asked, helping in the search.

“Everything was such in a rush. It’s not here, so its gotta be on the island,” she said, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. She grabbed one of the jackets one of the crewmen was holding. “I’ll go back and get it. We have to have that camera.”

I took the jacket from her hands. “I’ll go,” I said, putting on the jacket. I looked over and met Harry’s gaze. I nodded, then smiled to myself when Harry stood up and grabbed another jacket.

“Are you crazy? There’s a major storm out there, and you’re going to run and get one measly camera?” Shane exclaimed grabbing onto one of my arms.

I pulled my arm back. “That camera just may be the one that has the right shot on it. I’m – we’re going to go get it,” I said through clenched teeth.

We climbed down onto the launch where some crewmen were holding onto the lines of the dinghy boat. We climbed aboard and sat huddled together under a large raincoat as I steered the boat to shore. Once we were close, Harry jumped over the side, the water to his waist and pulled the boat in. I climbed out and helped to haul the boat and tie it to the nest of trees. I ran over to the trees that were close to the last shoot and saw Ronnie’s teal camera bag. I checked inside after Harry charmed a protective spell from the rain over us. “It’s here. It’s all here.” I smiled.

“It was that important then?” Harry asked.

“Yes, this assignment is big. It could lead to a lot of other job assignments,” I replied.

We heard static, then ran to the boat. “Better stay where you are for now, guys. The storm is getting worse out here. We’ll be okay, but you better stay put until it dies down some,” we heard Ronnie say over the radio.

“We can make it. Come on, we got to make it back,” Harry called out as he ran to the boat.

I caught up and grabbed his arm. “No, we can’t Harry. We’ll wait it out.”

Harry yanked his arm back. “What are you trying to do to me? I can’t do this again,” he cried out over the rain as he walked away from me.

I tried to make a grab for him again, the rain soon soaking me to the skin again as well as Harry. Harry began to run from me, heading toward the water to see if he could get someone from the yacht’s attention.

“Harry! Don’t. Please!” I called out catching up to him in the thigh high water, the waves washing up and pushing us closer to shore.

Harry tried to push me away. “Why are you doing this to me? Fuck! I can’t do this again. Can’t go through watching you walk away again. I can’t,” Harry quietly said, pulling away to wade back to shore.

“Harry,” I called out, wrapping my arms around Harry’s chest as I pressed my chest to Harry’s back. “Don’t fight this, please, Harry? Couldn’t you feel it before? We’re still good together, Harry.”

Harry turned in my arms. “It doesn’t matter if we’re still good together, Dray. You are married. You used me today – getting what you want. Well, congratulations, Malfoy – you get to hurt me all over again. Fuck you! I don’t need this,” he shouted as he stepped back.

I lunged for Harry, the waves knocking us down until we were on shore, our feet still in the water, me on top of Harry. “You do need this, Harry, as much as I need you,” I quietly said, my lips closing over Harry’s in a brutal kiss.

Harry slid his hands between us, turning his head away as he pushed against my chest to push me away. “Doesn’t matter, Dray,” he said, looking up into my eyes.

I reached down and cupped the side of Harry’s face, my thumb stroking his cheek. “It does matter, Harry. I missed you – so much. It took me a long time to get over you. Don’t think I ever did. I never forgot you, Harry – never. You were the best thing that ever happened to me,” I said. “I love you, Harry. I think I always have,” I added.

“No,” Harry brokenly said, shaking his head. “Don’t say that. You have Shane now. I don’t matter anymore. I shouldn’t matter to you any more.”

“But you do, Harry,” I said. “You matter a great deal to me. Love you – so much,” I repeated, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Harry’s mouth, letting it linger, a gentle slide against the other until I felt the press back against me.

I gasped into the kiss when I was suddenly flipped onto my back, my hands held above my head as Harry began to hungrily devour my mouth. The rain poured down on us. The waves washed over our bodies as we began to move against each other. I arched my neck back when Harry’s kisses traveled over my cheek, down my neck to bite onto where shoulder met neck. My hips bucked up into the grinding down of Harry’s hips. I closed my eyes against the downpour and tugged my hands free of Harry’s, wanting to touch, to pull Harry into myself.

Harry pulled his upper body away from me. My legs wrapped around his upper thighs to hold him in place as we moved against each other. He slid his hand down my side until he found the bottom of my drenched t-shirt, sliding underneath it to touch skin, his hand pressing firmly against me as he pushed the material up. I reached down and pulled the shirt up as I arched my upper body, hastily peeling it from my body, for Harry to descend again to claim my very willing lips in a fevered passionate kiss. I reached down between our bodies, my hand sliding down to press my palm against the hardened flesh through the layer of jeans. Harry thrust against my hand, then groaned against my lips when I pulled away to find the bottom of his shirt, my fingers trembling as I tried to slip the button through the button hole. Harry raised his upper body again with me following him, not wanting to break from the taste of him in our kisses.

My fingers would not cooperate in my haste to touch more of Harry, so I did the only thing I could to reach my goal. I gripped the bottom of the shirt with both hands and pulled. Harry smiled against my lips when both my hands slid into his now open shirt.

“Need you,” I moaned against Harry’s lips. “Want to touch you,” I huskily added, reaching between us again to undo the jean shorts.

Harry lifted his hips and helped me push his shorts down over his thighs, then down his legs, letting the shorts fall where they may as he tossed them aside. He leaned down to kiss me on the mouth again in a few breathless kisses before nibbling his way down my neck, my chest. I groaned out loud, my fingers tangling into Harry’s wet hair to pull him closer as my hips rolled up, wanting more skin on skin contact. Harry raised himself and knelt between my legs, his teeth leaving a trail of red marks as he nibbled, licked, and kissed his way down my trembling stomach. His hands went to my hips to still them, his fingers gripping the waistband of my shorts as he slowly peeled them down, then off. His tongue dipped into my navel, mimicking what he wanted to do with his cock. He bit rather harshly onto my protruding hip, as his one hand gripped the base of the my cock.

I had no time to recover from the bite before I was moaning and thrusting into the wet heat of Harry’s mouth, over and over again. I felt so close to cumming down his throat when a groan of frustration escaped my lips when he pulled away from me. Harry kissed the red bite on my hip, then raised himself to rest back against his heels. He reached down and pulled me up onto his lap, my legs straddling his thighs.

Harry slid his hands down my back until they grasped the tensing muscles of my backside. He pulled as he thrust forward, our moans muffled into the heated kiss as our cocks slid and ground against each other. “Faster. Don’t stop,” I moaned against swollen kissed lips. “So close,” I panted.

I clutched the back of Harry’s hair as I rolled my hips forward then backward, riding him hard and fast; our breathing ragged, our fingers digging into skin as we gripped each other tight. I felt a wet finger slide into the crease of my ass, and leaned forward, spreading myself more, urging Harry to touch. Once his finger eased into my eager hole, my body began to tremble. My cock pulsed as I shot my cum over Harry’s stomach. His finger was suddenly thrust in hard, pulling me close as Harry shakily thrust up against me, his orgasm squeezed out of him by the press of our bodies. I wrapped my arms around Harry’s back, not wanting to ever let go. I felt Harry’s finger slowly slide out. “Don’t . . . please,” I breathlessly said, pushing down on the finger for more.

Harry slowly let the finger slide back in, murmuring a lubrication spell to ease the way better. He began a slow in and out movement, as our bodies tried to control the beat of our hearts. Harry leaned in to place a light kiss on my mouth, then looked up, meeting my eyes. “You really have a thing for water, don’t you?” Harry smiled.

“You have to admit – mmmm, more,” I lightly moaned when Harry slid a second finger to join the first. “You look good wet.”

“There’s wet, then there’s water-logged,” Harry teased after a wave crashed over his shoulders. He drew his fingers from me as he kissed my cheek. I stood, liking the feeling of sliding against the front of his body, then I took his hand to lead us into the trees.

tbc

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