Rock Band

The phone behind the bar was ringing loudly. Harry Potter jogged over to the phone to answer it. Harry was about average height, maybe a little under. He had untidy black hair that always looked like it needed to be tamed and cut. Below the hair a lighting-bolt shaped scar grazed his forehead. His strikingly green eyes stared out from behind a pair of round glasses. When his full lips were parted you could see the flashes of the silver barbell that pierced his tongue. A gray dress shirt clung to the upper half of his body. The ends of the sleeves were rolled up showing matching black lighting-bolt tattoos on his wrists. He only had the middle three buttons closed on his shirt, this way you could see his strong chest, flat abs, and gorgeous hips. A light trail of hair led down to the top of his tight low rising jeans, if he was wearing underwear you wouldn’t be able to tell. His feet were bare; he liked the feel of the ground beneath him. Harry was an attractive nineteen year old, but he never thought he was more than regular. Many people wanted him but this guy was usually oblivious. He reached the phone on the third ring and picked up the receiver.
“Oi,” he said into the phone.
“Um, hello? Can I speak to Harry?” a deep man’s voice responded.
“Yea, that’s me, mate.”
“Oh, okay. I saw your add for a guitarist. I want to try out.”
“Great. We have an opening now. Come on over to Moony’s, you know, the club. Knock and someone will let you in.”
“Right. I’ll be right over.”
“Could I get your name, mate?”
Harry listened but whoever that was had hung up and left only the dial tone. Oh well, Harry thought, at least they had someone trying out. He walked out of the room to go tell the others.
He through the large door he had just come through. They were in the popular club Moony’s, but it was early in the day and didn’t open until later in the night. So the usually full building was empty except for Harry and his friends that were in one of the few backrooms. The door lead to a narrow hallway that contained two fully furnished VIP rooms, a small recording studio, a office, and a bathroom. All of these were private and most people never saw them. Harry wandered into the closest of the VIP rooms.
Inside he found his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry had known both of them for most of their lives. Ron was tall and thin. He had a mess of red, chin length hair. He was attractive with blue eyes, nice lips, and a few freckles. Ron was wearing a slightly too small maroon sweater that had rips in it, showing his pale skin underneath. If you looked closely, you could see the circular outlines of the two nipple rings he had. On his bottom half were tight black jeans, and a pair of slip-on tennis shoes completed the outfit. Although Ron was attractive, he usually came off as kind of dorky. Nevertheless, once he hit the stage, he turned into a sex god. Many people came to their shows just to see him perform. He was lead vocals. And he definitely could wail and move his ass around in tight pants. Currently, Ron was sprawled out on the large couch looking at Hermione. Ron was almost always looking at her. Ron and Hermione had been together years. Everyone knew that they belonged together, that was just how things were. No matter what, all could see that they were truly and deeply in love, and would always be. They always reminded Harry of his godparents. They had been together for something like twenty-five years and each day seemed like the best day of their lives. Nothing could stop the love between either couple. Sometimes Harry slightly envied those around him. He wanted a great love but he didn’t even have prospects. So he waited and was thankful for their love.
The only girl in the building was sitting in an overstuffed chair reading a book. Hermione was about Harry’s height and thin. To most, she appeared to be a pretty, small, and smart girl. She was all of those, but she was also a lot stronger of a person than most would think. She was opinionated and brave. She was one of the few good female drummers out there. She seemed to let loose on those things. Her hair was long, brown, and wavy that was typically wild, but some days she could calm it down and now she had it in a ponytail. She had wonderful eyes and an even better smile. She had a small nose stud that most didn’t notice. Today she was wearing a dark blue tank top and dark colored track pants with filp-flop shoes. Harry loved both of his friends very much; truthfully, he would give anything for them. He knew they felt the same towards him; it had just been like that since day one.
Harry stood in the doorway until Ron noticed him. Ron tore his gaze away from the only person he truly had eyes for, and looked at Harry.
“Who was it?” Ron asked.
“We have someone coming for the guitar opening,” Harry said as he sat down next to Ron on the couch.
“That’s great,” Hermione said.
“So…who’s our guy?” Ron asked.
“Or girl,” Hermione added.
To this, Ron stuck his tongue out at her playfully. She tried to give him a dirty look but failed and ended up smiling at him.
“Dunno,” Harry responded. “He didn’t say, but he is on his way over. He better be good. You know, to match my suburb bass playing.” They all laughed.
“Hmm. Alright, we can try him out in here,” Hermione said.
“Sounds good to me,” Ron said.
Harry got up and grabbed a water out of the mini-fridge in the corner of the room. He was unscrewing the lid when they heard a faint knock coming from the front of the building.
“Well that didn’t take long,” Harry remarked.
“We got an eager boy on our hands,” Ron laughed.
“I’ll go get the door,” Hermione said as she left the room.
Voices floated in from the outer room. One was the recognized sound of Hermione and the other, the other was deep and somewhat familiar. A few seconds later Hermione entered the room and gave Ron and Harry an odd look. When she cleared the doorway, it was obvious why she had done so. Ron’s face was that of surprise and shock, and Harry almost dropped his water. The man who entered the room was Draco Malfoy.
Draco stood in the door staring at Harry. He looked a bit different than Harry remembered from when they had attended school together, but not much different. Draco’s body looked more toned and his long blonde hair a little longer. Mostly Draco was the same. His face had a slight sneer and his eyes were the same cold grey-blue they always had been. Draco’s light skin seemed to glow against the contrast of his black tank top, tight black jeans, and black boots. There were two things that Harry hadn’t seen before. A silver ring ran down the middle of Draco’s full bottom lip. Tattoos of a green and black snakes ran the length of each arm. Draco was even more beautiful than Harry had remembered.
“Problem, Potter?” Draco said in his usual superior tone.
“N-No,” Harry stuttered and tried to look away.
“Nice to see ya, mate.” Ron said.
“Likewise,” Draco said and turned his attention now to Ron.
Harry wasn’t sure if it was purposeful or not, but Draco always seemed to have a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Harry was also wondering what the hell Draco was doing here. In school, they had always been enemies and Harry wasn’t aware that anything had really changed that. Harry and Draco’s relationship was an explosive one. Their meetings usually ended in yelling, if not worse. But there had always been something special about Draco. Although Draco was arrogant, spoiled, and an all around jerk, Harry still found himself hopelessly attracted to him. During their school years, Harry did more than his fare share of wanking to that beautiful boy standing across the room.
“Go ahead and sit down,” Hermione said.
She motioned to the chair she had previously occupied. Draco sat and Hermione took a seat next to Ron. Harry leaned against the fridge and just tried to keep himself standing.
“So…you saw our ad?” Ron inquired.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Draco replied. “I play, I saw your ad, and I thought it might work out.”
With this last part Draco flashed Harry a look that made Harry, for some reason, a bit weak in the knees.
“Are you staying around here?” Hermione asked.
“Well,” Draco said. “If things happen as I expect them to, I was going to check into a hotel.”
“You can stay with me,” Harry blurted, without thinking.
Everyone turned and stared at Harry, they all looked more than shocked. Harry felt his face growing hot with embarrassment.
“Um, it is just that I am all alone for another two weeks,” Harry tried to justify. “My godparents are still gone and I have a big house all to myself. I have loads of extra room.”
“Okay,” Draco replied.
Ron and Hermione still looked bewildered and Harry just gave them a quick shrug before looking at Draco again. Harry wasn’t sure why he had said what he did. All the hot feelings he thought he had lost for Draco were returning. Images of Draco’s nude body against dark bed sheets, flashed in Harry’s mind.
“We should get down to business,” Hermione said.
“There is a guitar in the corner,” Ron said motioning.
Draco got up and grabbed the guitar, then resumed his place in the chair. Harry sat down on the floor and leaned against the fridge. Harry looked at Draco and their eyes met. Harry stared into those wonderful eyes and he could feel the fires of lust beginning to burn in his own eyes.
“Play anything you want,” Harry said, without breaking the eye contact.
An alarm went off in Harry’s head. What am I doing, Harry thought. He tried to tell himself that Draco wasn’t an option. Draco was evil and, well, Draco. Just then Draco cleared his throat, closed his eyes, and began to play. All thought stopped in Harry’s head, except thoughts of what else those strong hands could be doing. Draco’s hand gripped the neck of the guitar and moved up and down while he changed chords. He still had his eyes closed and his lips became even poutier when he played. Draco was good at what he did, but Harry wasn’t sure if Draco was playing guitar or just turning him on. Harry couldn’t deny it to himself any longer, he wanted Draco Malfoy, badly.
Suddenly Draco stopped playing and slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at each of the people in the room with an expectant look on his face. Harry had forgotten that Ron and Hermione were seated only a few feet away. He looked at them and thought they had enjoyed the performance as well, just not as much as Harry.
“Excellent,” Hermione said. “We will be back in a moment.”
Hermione and Ron got up and signaled at Harry to do the same. This was the time in the audition when the current members of the band went into the soundproof recording studio and discussed the fate of the newcomer. A few moments later Harry, Hermione, and Ron were standing in said studio, with the door securely shut.
“I think he is good,” Ron said. “Even if he is a jerk, we could use him. I am pretty sure even our great managers, Fred and George, would be okay with it as long as we could all stay civil.”
“I agree,” Hermione said. “He doesn’t seem to be too bad anymore.”
Hermione flashed a smile at Harry.
“And I think we know Harry wants him, in the band I mean,” she said laughing.
“What?” Harry said, trying to look innocent.
“What are you talking about?” Ron asked, looking genuinely confused.
“I think Harry wants Draco,” Hermione replied. “You could tell by the way Harry watched him.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Harry said, trying not to blush.
“Hmm, just watch it with him,” Ron said. “But I think we can get out of here, Hermione, and Harry can tell Draco about making it into the band.”
“Hey!” Harry said. “I never agreed to anything.”
“Right,” Hermione said, smiling.
As they walked out of the door, Harry became nervous. What was he planning on doing with Draco? How was this going to affect the band? He was lost in thought when Hermione turned to him.
“If it helps, I think he likes you, too.” Hermione said, winking at him.
Harry watched Ron and Hermione walk down the hallway towards the exit and then he turned in the other direction to talk to Draco. Harry and Draco were alone, and would be alone for at least the next day. Harry felt butterflies in his stomach as he entered the room where Draco was waiting.
“So?” Draco asked when Harry entered the room.
“It looks like you’re in the band,” Harry responded. “We might have practice tomorrow night, but I’m not really sure.”
“I guess we will just find other things to do then,” Draco said giving Harry a sexy glance.
“Ok, I’ll show you my room, er, your room.”
Harry blushed after his little slip up but it was just so hard to concentrate. Draco laughed. “Anything you wish, Potter.”
Harry went around turning out lights and locking doors while Draco went to get his bag. Before walking out the back door, Harry set the alarm. They walked to the back fence gate and walked through. The gate led to the back yard of the big house behind the club. They walked in silence as Harry thought about what to do with this hot man walking next to him. Harry still hadn’t thought things completely through when they reached the side entrance to the house. Harry opened the door for Draco and slipped in behind him. He locked the door then turned to look at the other man. Draco was leaning against the wall staring at Harry. Harry wasn’t sure what to do.
“Um, you can leave your bag here,” Harry said before going to flick on a few lights.
Draco didn’t move and Harry could still feel Draco’s eyes on him. He walked back to Draco.
“So…do you want a tour or some food or something?” Harry asked, slightly uncomfortable.
“To be honest Potter, right now I just want you.”
Harry was shocked but not shocked enough to keep from moving. He closed the distance between them quickly, in one motion slid his arms around Draco’s slender hips, and pressed their lips together. Draco put his arms around Harry’s neck and pulled his even closer. Draco’s lips felt as good as they looked and Harry liked the feel of the metal ring against his mouth. He parted Draco’s lips and pushed his tongue inside. Draco welcomed him and Harry heard him moan slightly. Everything about the kiss felt wonderful and right and Draco smelled so good…
“Where’s you room?” Draco panted.
Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him up the nearby stairs. Harry walked into the nearest door and threw Draco onto the large bed in the center of the room. Draco pulled off his shoes quickly and tossed them to the side. Harry jumped on top of Draco and began kissing him again. Their breathing turned more to panting as they kissed and touched each other.
Draco’s hands unbuttoned Harry’s shirt and pants. Harry leaned back to take off his top and remove his pants. Draco took the time to remove his clothes as well. They smiled at one another when it became apparent that neither off them had been wearing underwear.
“You’re so hot,” Harry said.
“You have no clue how long I have been wanting you,” Draco said. “C’mere.”
Harry moved his hands over Draco’s perfect body. Their mouths caressed one another. Draco’s lip ring and Harry’s tongue stud made things all the better. Draco rolled on top of Harry and rubbed against him. Lightning seemed to strike Harry’s body when he felt Draco’s erection move against his.
“Harry, Harry, Harry.”
“Draco, you are so, so beautiful.”
Draco slithered down Harry’s body. He licked along Harry’s happy trail, tasting the slight salty-sweetness of his skin. He licked his way up Harry’s erection while he squirmed underneath. His cock was large and the skin was so soft. Draco took it all in his mouth, leaving Harry gasping for breath.
“Draco, I need, I need you now.”
Draco tore his mouth away and looked up at him. Harry reached over to his night table and pulled out a small tube.
“Come over here, love.”
Draco lay down near Harry. Harry squirted some of the clear liquid onto his hand; Draco seemed to get the idea and rolled over so his ass was exposed. Harry couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Draco Malfoy presenting his ass to him. He coated on finger and rubbed his entrance slowly, letting the lube warm up. Gently, he moved his finger inside. He was tight but seemed to enjoy it when Harry plunged a second finger in. Draco was starting to pant and he was almost gasping by the time Harry’s third finger was added.
“Harry, now, I can’t take much more.”
He slipped his fingers out and pulled Draco on top of him. Touching Draco and knowing that he wanted this as much as he did was almost enough to drive him over the edge. Draco sat back over his lap and slowly lowered himself onto Harry’s leaking cock. Draco was so warm, so tight, so perfect.
Draco rocked back and forth, loving the feel of Harry inside of him. This was better than anything he could have imagined. And this was Harry. The Harry Potter. Harry Potter cock was hard and deep inside of him. Harry looked at him with fire in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour him alive.
“Touch yourself, Draco. I want to see you work your cock.”
He obliged quickly, somehow feeling even more turned on. He pumped his fist up and down. Harry watched him intently, like there was nothing else in the universe except for them and the heat that surrounded them. He bucked up into Draco, plunging in and out while Draco moved and fucked his hand. He grabbed Draco’s hips and moved harder and faster. Draco tossed his hand back moaned loudly as his hot cum shot out across his hand and Harry’s stomach. Feeling Draco tremble around him, Harry felt the world shaking around him and came inside of him.
Draco lay down into Harry’s arms. He kissed him lightly and closed his eyes.
“You know, Draco, I have been in love with you since school. I don’t know if I can deal with this just being about a good lay.”
“You really don’t change, do you Potter? I joined your bloody band. You think I was doing all of this just for the music? Of course I am just not going to leave, you arse.”
Harry laughed. “Well, I was just checking.”
Drifting off to sleep, Harry felt good. Draco was warm and solid next to him. He had one of the sexiest guys in the world all to himself. Life in a band was going to become a lot more interesting.