Up Against The Wall: Stuck Here All Night
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Up Against The Wall: Stuck Here All Night
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Up Against the Wall: Stuck Here all Night
"You evil, slimy bastards! How could you do this to me?" Harry yelled.
"Oi, Harry, old man. We're not bastards," George objected, a pained look on his face. "I'm sure Mum and Dad were married by the time Percy came along, at least."
"And you thought it was right hilarious when we did it to Ron at Christmas," Fred pointed out.
"But that was your brother, you git. Of course you'd do this to him," Harry grumbled.
"Well, so are you."
At that comment, the fight went out of Harry. Seeing the goofy grin on his face, the twins bid Harry a cheery goodnight and left him alone to contemplate his circumstances. Those circumstances being trapped against a wall at Number Twelve"”which had been turned into a homeless shelter after the war--with one of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' recently patented Sticking Charms. The worst part was, he'd stuck himself in a leaning position, so only his shoulders and the back of his head were stuck, leaving his thighs already aching from the uncomfortable angle. At least he'd had his arms folded across his chest, leaving them free, not that it would do him much good. The Weasley twins hadn't yet developed a remedy, or at least one that they would admit to, so he was stuck here for the next thirteen hours until it wore off.
Sighing to himself, Harry eased his feet off the floor, trying to relieve the aching muscles.
"Holy hell!" he yelped. "˜Note to self, skin on shoulders and hair on head not meant to hold entire body weight.'
Harry continued to lean, uncomfortable, for a while, before he decided to cheer himself up by playing "It would be worse if"¦"
"˜It would be worse if an unknown Death Eater came walking by.'
As if he'd been summoned by the thought, Draco Malfoy sauntered around the corner. Seeing Harry, he pulled up short.
"Potter," he greeted coolly.
"Malfoy," Harry returned, rolling his eyes at the continued hostility from his largest patron. During the war, Draco had come to Harry privately, professing his disgust of Voldemort and had offered to help Harry kill him. Draco had actually been the one to come up with the plan that finally brought about the defeat of the Dark Lord, earning him Harry's undying gratitude. Of course, Harry hadn't yet informed Draco of the gratitude part, waiting for the time Draco unbent enough to call him by his first name.
"What are you doing here this time of evening? I would have thought you'd be off on a date with one of your many female admirers," Draco drawled, a slight smirk touching his handsome features.
Harry snorted. "If I were to be on a date, it wouldn't be with a female admirer. But no, in answer to your question, I am apparently the twin's latest victim."
Draco raised one perfect eyebrow at Harry's subtle admission of homosexuality, but decided not to remark on it. Instead, he contented himself with studying Harry thoroughly. "What did they do? I don't see any chicken feathers or boils or blood. In fact, you look extremely healthy to have been on the receiving end of a Wheeze."
Harry sighed disgustedly before admitting, "They put a sticking charm on this wall and started talking to me about some guy they want to set me up with. Of course, I didn't know about the charm "˜til it was too late."
Draco decided he couldn't allow this latest comment to go unacknowledged. "Guy? You're really a pickle kisser?"
"Uh, yeah. Where have you been? I thought everyone knew after the "˜expose' the Daily Prophet ran."
"I don't read that trash. It's never accurate."
Harry nodded, or at least pulled on his hair trying. "Damn! I have to quit doing that."
"So," Draco said, stepping closer. "You're really stuck?"
"I'm stuck like Ron to the underside of Hermione's foot."
Draco grinned, his Slytherin little mind conjuring all sorts of ideas.
"And you're definitely gay? No mistakes there?"
"Yes, I'm definitely gay," Harry replied, confused at the direction the conversation was taking.
"I assume from your earlier statement that you're not attached at the moment," Draco murmured, positioning himself a hair's breadth from Harry.
Harry stared hard at the wicked gleam in Draco's eye and finally understood what was going on. "Are you coming on to me?"
"Not yet, Potter. You'll know when I'm coming on you," Draco said with a sexy smirk.
Harry's jaw dropped to his chest. Seizing his opportunity, Draco swooped down and captured Harry's mouth with his own. Harry froze in shock. Draco Malfoy was kissing him?
Draco growled, obviously sensing Harry's wandering attention, and roughly pushed his hips into Harry\'s. His move was more than effective and Harry began participating with all the fervor of a recently excommunicated nun.
"Mmmm, that's better," Draco whispered against his lips, running a hand down Harry's torso, feeling the intriguing hardness of muscle as he went.
Harry moaned as Draco brushed his hand over a particularly sensitive spot on his lower abdomen, his hips giving an involuntary jerk. Draco pulled back from the kiss to watch Harry's face as he stroked that spot again. Harry's eyes rolled back as he bit down hard on his full lower lip, a muffled scream issuing forth from him.
Draco moved his other hand to Harry's mouth, gently dislodging the abused lip and whispered, "Be as loud as you want, Harry. The sleeping rooms have their silencing charms firmly in place."
Harry's eyes snapped open and he demanded, "Again, Draco. Say my name again."
Draco ran the tip of his tongue over the teeth marks on Harry's lip before acquiescing. "Harry."
Harry's hands snaked out and ripped Draco's shirt from neck to hem. "I thought I'd never hear you say it."
"Fortunately this isn't my favorite shirt," Draco grumbled, momentarily distracted. Harry solved that problem by running a finger over his dusky nipple. Draco sucked in a harsh breath, eyes darkening to mercury.
"Merlin, do that again!"
Harry smiled and used his nail this time, forcing a grunt from the walking fantasy in front of him. "You don't have to call me Merlin, Draco. "˜Harry' will do just fine."
Draco's eyes narrowed before he wedged himself between Harry's quivering thighs and bit gently at his neck. If Harry's head hadn't been attached to the wall, it would have fallen backward in surrender. His fingertips scrabbled at Draco's shoulders, silently begging for more. Draco bit down harder, pulling slightly at the skin. There would be a beautiful mark there in the morning, but neither of the men was thinking that far into the future. Their bodies were screaming for now, and they were doing their best to satisfy.
Harry's hand ghosted over the rippling muscles of Draco's flat stomach on it's way south. Damn, but this man was sexy. His hand encountered the wash-softened fabric of Draco's jeans and he employed some wordless magic to get rid of them. Thus unobstructed, he palmed Draco's engorged length, straining his eyes, trying to see the treasure he'd discovered.
Feeling Harry's callused fingers wrap around his cock, Draco's wandering mouth locked on an earlobe as he gave a few quick, uncontrollable thrusts of his hips into that brilliant hand.
"Merlin"”Harry"”stop," he panted out, so close to the edge he could feel his balls drawing up.
"No, I want you. Now," Harry demanded shakily. "No more teasing."
"Gods, yes, anything you say, just let me prepare you first," Draco ground out, his voice gravelly in his passion-induced state.
Removing Harry's clothes, he whispered a spell to cleanse and lubricate the brunet's puckered opening. Sliding to his knees, Draco urged Harry's legs over his shoulders, taking the other man's weight. He licked a wet line up Harry's quivering cock while sliding an explorative finger toward his waiting hole.
Harry's breath, already ragged, left him completely when Draco's finger found its mark. He keened loudly as Draco simultaneously thrust that digit into him and enveloped his prick in his hot, wet mouth. In his moment of extreme pleasure, he forgot himself and slapped his arms against the wall on either side of himself, seeking something to hold on to. Immediately he realized his error as his arms stuck fast.
"Oh gods, no!"
"No?" Draco asked, concerned that Harry was not as interested as he seemed.
"Not you," Harry panted, "I got my arms stuck."
Draco grinned evilly and went back to the task at hand. Sucking and swallowing, he brought Harry right to the edge before allowing another finger to join the first in Harry's gloriously tight channel. He scissored his fingers back and forth, stretching Harry bit by bit and brushing against his prostate as often as possible. Adding a third finger was the final straw for Harry. With a shout, he poured himself down Draco's eager throat.
After swallowing every drop, Draco straightened back to his feet, using his free hand to wrap Harry's legs around his waist. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, praying to every deity he knew, and some he didn't, that Harry would say yes.
"Bloody everlasting hell, Draco. Quit being a gentleman and fuck me!"
Deciding that words were superfluous at this point, Draco entered Harry with one hard thrust, causing the brunet to scream out his pleasure. Draco would have screamed as well, but the feeling of finally being inside Harry made him lose every bit of breath in his lungs. His grip on Harry's hips became bruising as he tried desperately to prolong this experience. Taking several long breaths, he finally felt in control enough to begin thrusting into his babbling partner.
"Draco, yes, Draco, please, Draco, more"¦" Harry rambled, stars exploding behind his eyes.
Draco shoved so forcefully into Harry, he was afraid he might be hurting him but Harry continued to plead for more. Surrendering all thought of control, he pounded away, reaching for the orgasm he'd so recently denied himself. Feeling the tightening sensation in his abdomen, Draco screamed out Harry's name, giving over to ecstasy. He pushed so hard on that final thrust, his thighs rammed against the wall, bending him slightly backward at the waist.
After coming down from his high, Draco began to chuckle. The chuckle turned into full-fledged laughter as he looked at Harry and saw his scrunched position against the wall. Of course, Harry didn't seem to mind, passed out as he was. Draco was surprised to see that Harry had actually managed to come again there at the end, spraying his pleasure over Draco's stomach and chest.
Draco bent over slightly to place a leisurely kiss on Harry's lips. Green eyes fluttered open and Harry moaned into Draco's mouth. Pulling away, Draco murmured, "Welcome back, gorgeous."
"Gods, Draco, that was fantastic. I can't wait to do this again."
"Who said anything about doing this again?" Draco asked with a grin.
Harry's eyes narrowed, but the sated look on his face took the sting out of his attempted glare. "I will knock you down and drag you to my bed if you don't come willingly," he threatened.
Draco merely smirked, then thought to inform Harry of their new predicament. "Oh, Harry. Bad news, love."
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, forehead wrinkling in concern.
"I'm stuck now, too."
The End
Up Against the Wall: Stuck Here all Night
"You evil, slimy bastards! How could you do this to me?" Harry yelled.
"Oi, Harry, old man. We're not bastards," George objected, a pained look on his face. "I'm sure Mum and Dad were married by the time Percy came along, at least."
"And you thought it was right hilarious when we did it to Ron at Christmas," Fred pointed out.
"But that was your brother, you git. Of course you'd do this to him," Harry grumbled.
"Well, so are you."
At that comment, the fight went out of Harry. Seeing the goofy grin on his face, the twins bid Harry a cheery goodnight and left him alone to contemplate his circumstances. Those circumstances being trapped against a wall at Number Twelve"”which had been turned into a homeless shelter after the war--with one of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' recently patented Sticking Charms. The worst part was, he'd stuck himself in a leaning position, so only his shoulders and the back of his head were stuck, leaving his thighs already aching from the uncomfortable angle. At least he'd had his arms folded across his chest, leaving them free, not that it would do him much good. The Weasley twins hadn't yet developed a remedy, or at least one that they would admit to, so he was stuck here for the next thirteen hours until it wore off.
Sighing to himself, Harry eased his feet off the floor, trying to relieve the aching muscles.
"Holy hell!" he yelped. "˜Note to self, skin on shoulders and hair on head not meant to hold entire body weight.'
Harry continued to lean, uncomfortable, for a while, before he decided to cheer himself up by playing "It would be worse if"¦"
"˜It would be worse if an unknown Death Eater came walking by.'
As if he'd been summoned by the thought, Draco Malfoy sauntered around the corner. Seeing Harry, he pulled up short.
"Potter," he greeted coolly.
"Malfoy," Harry returned, rolling his eyes at the continued hostility from his largest patron. During the war, Draco had come to Harry privately, professing his disgust of Voldemort and had offered to help Harry kill him. Draco had actually been the one to come up with the plan that finally brought about the defeat of the Dark Lord, earning him Harry's undying gratitude. Of course, Harry hadn't yet informed Draco of the gratitude part, waiting for the time Draco unbent enough to call him by his first name.
"What are you doing here this time of evening? I would have thought you'd be off on a date with one of your many female admirers," Draco drawled, a slight smirk touching his handsome features.
Harry snorted. "If I were to be on a date, it wouldn't be with a female admirer. But no, in answer to your question, I am apparently the twin's latest victim."
Draco raised one perfect eyebrow at Harry's subtle admission of homosexuality, but decided not to remark on it. Instead, he contented himself with studying Harry thoroughly. "What did they do? I don't see any chicken feathers or boils or blood. In fact, you look extremely healthy to have been on the receiving end of a Wheeze."
Harry sighed disgustedly before admitting, "They put a sticking charm on this wall and started talking to me about some guy they want to set me up with. Of course, I didn't know about the charm "˜til it was too late."
Draco decided he couldn't allow this latest comment to go unacknowledged. "Guy? You're really a pickle kisser?"
"Uh, yeah. Where have you been? I thought everyone knew after the "˜expose' the Daily Prophet ran."
"I don't read that trash. It's never accurate."
Harry nodded, or at least pulled on his hair trying. "Damn! I have to quit doing that."
"So," Draco said, stepping closer. "You're really stuck?"
"I'm stuck like Ron to the underside of Hermione's foot."
Draco grinned, his Slytherin little mind conjuring all sorts of ideas.
"And you're definitely gay? No mistakes there?"
"Yes, I'm definitely gay," Harry replied, confused at the direction the conversation was taking.
"I assume from your earlier statement that you're not attached at the moment," Draco murmured, positioning himself a hair's breadth from Harry.
Harry stared hard at the wicked gleam in Draco's eye and finally understood what was going on. "Are you coming on to me?"
"Not yet, Potter. You'll know when I'm coming on you," Draco said with a sexy smirk.
Harry's jaw dropped to his chest. Seizing his opportunity, Draco swooped down and captured Harry's mouth with his own. Harry froze in shock. Draco Malfoy was kissing him?
Draco growled, obviously sensing Harry's wandering attention, and roughly pushed his hips into Harry\'s. His move was more than effective and Harry began participating with all the fervor of a recently excommunicated nun.
"Mmmm, that's better," Draco whispered against his lips, running a hand down Harry's torso, feeling the intriguing hardness of muscle as he went.
Harry moaned as Draco brushed his hand over a particularly sensitive spot on his lower abdomen, his hips giving an involuntary jerk. Draco pulled back from the kiss to watch Harry's face as he stroked that spot again. Harry's eyes rolled back as he bit down hard on his full lower lip, a muffled scream issuing forth from him.
Draco moved his other hand to Harry's mouth, gently dislodging the abused lip and whispered, "Be as loud as you want, Harry. The sleeping rooms have their silencing charms firmly in place."
Harry's eyes snapped open and he demanded, "Again, Draco. Say my name again."
Draco ran the tip of his tongue over the teeth marks on Harry's lip before acquiescing. "Harry."
Harry's hands snaked out and ripped Draco's shirt from neck to hem. "I thought I'd never hear you say it."
"Fortunately this isn't my favorite shirt," Draco grumbled, momentarily distracted. Harry solved that problem by running a finger over his dusky nipple. Draco sucked in a harsh breath, eyes darkening to mercury.
"Merlin, do that again!"
Harry smiled and used his nail this time, forcing a grunt from the walking fantasy in front of him. "You don't have to call me Merlin, Draco. "˜Harry' will do just fine."
Draco's eyes narrowed before he wedged himself between Harry's quivering thighs and bit gently at his neck. If Harry's head hadn't been attached to the wall, it would have fallen backward in surrender. His fingertips scrabbled at Draco's shoulders, silently begging for more. Draco bit down harder, pulling slightly at the skin. There would be a beautiful mark there in the morning, but neither of the men was thinking that far into the future. Their bodies were screaming for now, and they were doing their best to satisfy.
Harry's hand ghosted over the rippling muscles of Draco's flat stomach on it's way south. Damn, but this man was sexy. His hand encountered the wash-softened fabric of Draco's jeans and he employed some wordless magic to get rid of them. Thus unobstructed, he palmed Draco's engorged length, straining his eyes, trying to see the treasure he'd discovered.
Feeling Harry's callused fingers wrap around his cock, Draco's wandering mouth locked on an earlobe as he gave a few quick, uncontrollable thrusts of his hips into that brilliant hand.
"Merlin"”Harry"”stop," he panted out, so close to the edge he could feel his balls drawing up.
"No, I want you. Now," Harry demanded shakily. "No more teasing."
"Gods, yes, anything you say, just let me prepare you first," Draco ground out, his voice gravelly in his passion-induced state.
Removing Harry's clothes, he whispered a spell to cleanse and lubricate the brunet's puckered opening. Sliding to his knees, Draco urged Harry's legs over his shoulders, taking the other man's weight. He licked a wet line up Harry's quivering cock while sliding an explorative finger toward his waiting hole.
Harry's breath, already ragged, left him completely when Draco's finger found its mark. He keened loudly as Draco simultaneously thrust that digit into him and enveloped his prick in his hot, wet mouth. In his moment of extreme pleasure, he forgot himself and slapped his arms against the wall on either side of himself, seeking something to hold on to. Immediately he realized his error as his arms stuck fast.
"Oh gods, no!"
"No?" Draco asked, concerned that Harry was not as interested as he seemed.
"Not you," Harry panted, "I got my arms stuck."
Draco grinned evilly and went back to the task at hand. Sucking and swallowing, he brought Harry right to the edge before allowing another finger to join the first in Harry's gloriously tight channel. He scissored his fingers back and forth, stretching Harry bit by bit and brushing against his prostate as often as possible. Adding a third finger was the final straw for Harry. With a shout, he poured himself down Draco's eager throat.
After swallowing every drop, Draco straightened back to his feet, using his free hand to wrap Harry's legs around his waist. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, praying to every deity he knew, and some he didn't, that Harry would say yes.
"Bloody everlasting hell, Draco. Quit being a gentleman and fuck me!"
Deciding that words were superfluous at this point, Draco entered Harry with one hard thrust, causing the brunet to scream out his pleasure. Draco would have screamed as well, but the feeling of finally being inside Harry made him lose every bit of breath in his lungs. His grip on Harry's hips became bruising as he tried desperately to prolong this experience. Taking several long breaths, he finally felt in control enough to begin thrusting into his babbling partner.
"Draco, yes, Draco, please, Draco, more"¦" Harry rambled, stars exploding behind his eyes.
Draco shoved so forcefully into Harry, he was afraid he might be hurting him but Harry continued to plead for more. Surrendering all thought of control, he pounded away, reaching for the orgasm he'd so recently denied himself. Feeling the tightening sensation in his abdomen, Draco screamed out Harry's name, giving over to ecstasy. He pushed so hard on that final thrust, his thighs rammed against the wall, bending him slightly backward at the waist.
After coming down from his high, Draco began to chuckle. The chuckle turned into full-fledged laughter as he looked at Harry and saw his scrunched position against the wall. Of course, Harry didn't seem to mind, passed out as he was. Draco was surprised to see that Harry had actually managed to come again there at the end, spraying his pleasure over Draco's stomach and chest.
Draco bent over slightly to place a leisurely kiss on Harry's lips. Green eyes fluttered open and Harry moaned into Draco's mouth. Pulling away, Draco murmured, "Welcome back, gorgeous."
"Gods, Draco, that was fantastic. I can't wait to do this again."
"Who said anything about doing this again?" Draco asked with a grin.
Harry's eyes narrowed, but the sated look on his face took the sting out of his attempted glare. "I will knock you down and drag you to my bed if you don't come willingly," he threatened.
Draco merely smirked, then thought to inform Harry of their new predicament. "Oh, Harry. Bad news, love."
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, forehead wrinkling in concern.
"I'm stuck now, too."
The End