Body Language

Thanks to: Ali and knightmare for the lightning beta on this. And cause Ali needed a brain brillo. Love you both!

A very special Thank You to tas, for loaning me Harry’s holey jeans from her story Jade & The Silver Dragon. The vodka paralyzers were borrowed from A Sinister Halloween, also by tas. Thanks so much!!

“The line” is from Queer As Folk. You guys know which one.

Harry slipped his feet into his black ankle boots, replete with chains, and ran his hand through his hair. Finally, after seventeen years, he’d discovered that growing his hair out a little longer solved the problem of the messy, bed head look he’d been sporting his entire life. He checked himself out in the full length mirror.

He’d also managed to grow a little, making it to an even six feet. His shoulders and chest were broad from Quidditch and training, training that finally paid off with the defeat of Voldemort almost six months ago. He wore a long sleeved, wine colored, silk shirt with a white tank underneath, paired with his favorite old, torn jeans. There were holes at each knee, tattered hem, and a large, gaping hole that exposed his arse cheek. They were also very tight, tight enough to see the large vein of his cock without much trouble. Harry was on a mission. He was going to his 18th birthday party, and he was getting laid. By anyone, he really didn’t care who.

Well, actually, he did. But he’d never show up. No way. Gods, it sucked having a crush on someone. Especially when that someone was older, powerful, gorgeous, with the nicest arse this side of-

“Harry! Are you ready yet?” Hermione called.

Harry leaned over the railing that surrounded the upper floor of his loft.

“Be right down.” One last look in the mirror, and he was off.

“Wow,” Hermione gushed as Harry did a turn. “Uhh, Harry? You forget something?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Harry replied, puzzled. “What?”

“The seat of your pants, maybe?” Hermione teased.

“Ah. Nope,” he grinned. Hermione shook her head.

“Come on, hot stuff. Ron’s waiting.”

~*~

The club was packed with friends and colleagues. Harry was pulled, hugged, kissed and a couple of times, fondled, as he made his way to the head table. Couples writhed on the dance floor, groups of people stood in groups talking and drinking. Ron pressed a drink into Harry’s hand.


What’s this?’ Harry asked.

“Vodka paralyzer,” Ron replied, grinning. “Compliments of Fred and George,” he continued, as the twins made their way over.

“Happy almost birthday, Harry,” Fred said, kissing Harry on the mouth. George repeated the gesture. The twins had come out with a vengeance upon leaving Hogwarts, much to their parent’s chagrin. They’d known that they would never be able to hold their rambunctious sons in check once they reached their majority, but thankfully, the twins hadn’t yet brought scandal home. Besides, their business was booming, and they were very responsible with their money, expanding into Hogsmeade just after the war. With the acquisition of Zonko’s, they’d helped with the rebuilding of the village that had been hard hit by the war.

“So, what’s in this?” Harry asked, holding the drink up.

“Just a little something that Fred and I have been working on,” George said, winking. “It won’t make you drunker, but it will shed a few…inhibitions.”

“Please tell me I’m not gonna shag everything that comes through the door,” Harry groaned.

“No. When you find the one you want, run a hand over their arse. That will activate the pheromones. So be careful whose arse you grab,” Fred finished, laughing.

“No worries, mate. Only one arse I want to grab tonight.” Harry chucked the drink down, and was promptly handed another.

“And does that arse come connected to a tall, blond, former head minion?” George asked knowingly.

“How…how did you know?” Harry choked.

“Oh, please, Harry,” Ron said, rolling his eyes. “Even I’m not that dense. Everyone knows that you’ve got it bad for Lucius Malfoy.”

“Everyone but him,” Harry muttered, downing the second drink.

“Are you sure about that?” a sexy purr said into his ear. Harry spun in his seat, and looked up into the silver-blue eyes of his one-time nemesis and full time wet dream inducer, Lucius Malfoy.

“Guh,” was all that Harry could manage.

“Articulate as ever, I see,” Draco said from behind his father. He stepped forward to give Harry a kiss. “Happy Birthday, Scarhead,” he said affectionately.

“Thanks, Ferret,” Harry said fondly. “Where’s Blaise?” he asked, looking around.

“At the bar, where else?” Draco said. “They’ve got these vodka thingies that they’re hawking to everyone…”

“Oh, gods,” Harry said. “Those have an aphrodisiac in them. Make sure no one rubs his arse but you, or you’ll be fighting off people all night.”

Draco gave the Malfoy Death Glare to Fred and George before running to the bar. Fred and George laughed as Harry shook his head. He then turned to get a good look at the Malfoy patriarch.

Tall and lean, with broad shoulders and to-die-for biceps, his taut stomach and glorious arse complimented his long legs encased in black leather. His white tailored shirt skimmed his body, showing it off perfectly. Such an outfit would look bland on anyone else; on Lucius, it was positively sinful. Harry licked his lips.

“Happy Birthday, Harry,” Lucius said, brushing a kiss over his lips. Moving to his ear, he whispered, “Would you like your present now, or would you rather wait until after midnight?”

“That depends,” Harry gasped as a tongue traced the shell of his ear. “What is it?”

“Oh, it’s about eight inches long, hard and wet,” Lucius said playfully.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He stood, throwing himself in the blond’s arms, one hand on the leather clad arse, kissing him with abandon. He didn’t care who saw him, he just wanted this. This man, this kiss, this….

“Come with me,” Lucius said, taking Harry by the hand and leading him into one of the corridors off the main room. Ensuring that it was vacant, Lucius performed a Silencing spell. He debated on setting a Notice-Me-Not, but thought better of it. He didn’t care if they were seen. It added a little spice to the event. He pushed Harry against the wall, and claimed his lips again.

Harry was on overload, the aphrodisiac speeding through his system. He parted his lips to allow Lucius in, the older Wizard slowly mapping his mouth.

“Gods, I want you,” Harry moaned, rubbing against the hardness in Lucius’ pants.

“Will you let me fuck you?” Lucius asked, breaking away from that delicious mouth, moving his hands to cup the almost bare arse of his conquest. “Come in your tight little arse?”

“Do it,” Harry whimpered, moving closer to gain more purchase. He kissed Lucius open mouthed. “Fuck me.”

Lucius smirked, and proceeded to peel Harry’s jeans off. “Merlin, how did you get these on?” he asked, finally pulling them from Harry’s legs.

“A lot easier than you got them off,” Harry laughed, which turned into a liquid groan when Lucius engulfed his cock.

Sweet, Lucius thought, tasting the brunet. He lapped at the pre-come gathered at the tip, nibbling at the foreskin before sliding it back to take him to the root. He sucked and licked, loving the sounds of pleasure coming from the Gryffindor’s lips. With a buck and a scream, Harry came, and Lucius swallowed the gift, giving one last kiss. With a spell, he inserted one long lubricated finger inside.

“Did you like that?” Lucius asked, sliding his finger in and out, adding a second one.

“Gods, yes,” Harry panted. “Please Lucius, I can’t wait. Need you inside me now.”

“As you wish,” the blond said, undoing the laces at his groin and sliding his trousers down.

“You’re commando, too,” Harry smirked.

“Well, unlike you, I knew that I’d be fucking you tonight,” Lucius answered, lifting Harry easily. “I’ve known for weeks. I wanted to give you the present that I knew you really wanted. Me,” he declared, impaling the brunet with a swift push. He smothered Harry’s scream with his mouth, then, securing Harry in his arms, proceeded to fuck the daylights out of him.

Harry pushed forward to meet each thrust, the long, hard length battering against his prostate. Maybe it was the position (Harry knew he liked wall sex for a reason), or maybe just the partner, but fucking had never felt this good.

“”Lucius, harder…fuck me harder, please,” he cried.

Lucius was being very accommodating this night. Everything the brunet asked for, he got. Kisses, touches, thrusts, whatever he wanted. He could feel his orgasm building, and wanted Harry to come with him. “Touch yourself, love,” he whispered. “Come for me, Harry.”

Harry reached down to grab his renewed erection, pulling and twisting in time to Lucius’ pounding. He wondered if he’d be able to walk back to his table. He wondered why he even cared. He came, screaming loudly, screaming Lucius’ name, as the blond emptied himself into the tight passage gripping his cock. Harry let his head fall onto Lucius’ shoulder with a soft thump, breathing harshly.

Lucius slowly withdrew himself, casting a cleaning charm. He placed Harry back onto his feet, and helped him get back into those wonderful jeans. Pulling the brunet closer, he kissed him slowly, deeply.

“I hope you enjoyed your present,” Lucius said.

“Well, yes, but…”

Lucius looked at Harry sharply. “But?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I didn’t just want one time with you,” Harry explained. He looked up into those silvery blue eyes. “I wanted you for my birthday.”

“Ah,” Lucius said with a smile. “I believe that can be arranged.” He took Harry’s hand. “Shall we return?”

“Sure. Wait a moment.” Harry turned back to the wall, muttering a spell. He stepped back with a grin.

“What did you do?” Lucius asked. He looked to where Harry was pointing. There, on the wall was this message:

H&L UP AGAINST THIS WALL-7/31/98

Lucius laughed. “You know someone is going to figure that out.”

“You think I care?” Harry countered. He slid back into Lucius’ embrace. “I want to play with my present some more. Can we go to my loft after?”

“If you like. Why not the Manor?”

“Because,” Harry answered with a smirk, “I have this column in my living room area that I’m dying to try out.”

Fin?