Nasty in the showers

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“We’re going to kick your arse Malfoy.” Harry Potter said, smirking and looking at Draco Malfoy with a challenging glint in his eyes.

“You can KISS my arse Potter.” Malfoy sneeringly replied, “You’ll be the loser after this game.”

Harry laughed in his face. “Yeah right Malfoy, ill tell you what, I’m so sure that we’ll stomp Slytherin into the dirt that if you do win Ill very happily kiss your arse……. but….”

Draco sighed, “but what Potter?”

“But if you lose you have to kiss mine.” Harry grinned. “So, is it a bet Malfoy?”

Draco pursed his lips, “ A magical bet then Potter? You do realize those are binding as soon as both parties agree to the wager.”

Potter nodded yes, still grinning like a loon.

Draco knew, he just knew that Potter expected him to back down, well, pigs would be flying through the arctic side of hell before that happened.

“Ill tell you what Potter,” Draco challenged back, “how about the winner gets to do anything they want to the losers arse?”

Harry had gasped and his eyes had gotten impossibly wide as he stood there gaping at Draco.

Draco crowed silently in his mind, Potter would back down! Potter would give up! Draco would triumph! Draco would……

Then he noticed that Harry Potter had stopped gaping and was now staring at him like a starving man would stare at a buffet table.

“You’re on Malfoy.”


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His fingers had been so tantalizingly close but then Harry Potter had grabbed his crotch and the snitch; in that order. Bastard! Draco had been livid of course, not only had Slytherin lost the match but he had also lost his bet with Potter.

As soon as they touched down Draco had launched himself at the slimy git with every intention of beating him to death with his own broom, screaming insults and threats the whole time. It had taken several Slytherin’s and not a few Gryffindor’s to prevent him from doing just that.

Then of course, had come the lecture from Madam Hooch, centered mostly on himself and he had just stood there helpless and glaring at a smug and leering Harry Potter. For a brief moment he had actually considered squealing on Potter but Draco was nothing if not realistic, no way in hell would anyone ever believe that he had jumped the Gryffindor Golden Boy for groping him during a quidditch match.

He also couldn’t just welch on a magical bet, if Potter wanted to collect he had no choice but to honor his demand. The repercussions of backing out now were just too hideous to consider. He would lose his magic until “The Savior of the Wizarding World” decided to give it back to him or he honored the bet.

Draco shivered, that could never be allowed to happen.

Madam Hooch finally released them to go shower long after all the other players were gone, although she did let Harry go a little earlier than Draco, evidently she felt he needed more of a lecture than Perfect Potter did. She went on and on about fair play and sportsmanship all the while accusing him of threatening the prat. Potter threatened him just as often but apparently that was a moot point.

Harry had already been in the locker room about ten minutes by the time Draco arrived there to stand trembling at the entrance. He bit his bottom lip hard as he tried to steady himself. He could do this, he was a Slytherin and a Malfoy, he could handle anything Potter could dish out.

Potters probably just bluffing anyway, he thought, just trying to scare me.

Or maybe he could convince Potter to choose something else and still honor the bet.

He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, time to find out.


By the time he'd decided what to do and followed on to the locker room, the object of his ire was nowhere to be seen, but then he heard the sound of spray from the shower. Draco summoned up his courage and grabbed a clean towel from his locker. When he walked into the shower, there he was, strong, lithe body totally exposed under the play of the water, glistening in the light. Harry looked even more intimidating there, standing alone in the shower.

When he saw Draco, he stopped and stood there facing him, rubbing his hands over his chest and playing with his nipples with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. If that wasn't a threat, the Slytherin didn't know what was (where was Hooch when you needed her?). He moved over to the empty showerhead nearest the rival seeker and switched it on and began slowly soaping himself.

Draco bent down to run the soap along his legs and then he felt a hand on his ass, clutching and squeezing it. He gasped and a low voice said, "I was wondering why you were taking so long to follow me Malfoy, I was beginning to think you had chickened out."

He froze there, bent over, as Harry’s fingers slipped into his arse crack, stroking teasingly down to his quivering hole, while he rubbed Draco’s back in soothing circles with his other hand. Soapy fingers forced their way into the blonds narrow tunnel and stretched and rubbed the inside of it.

Draco dropped the soap and grabbed his ankles, baring himself.

He should have known. It was clear that Harry bloody Potter knew exactly what he wanted and would abide no argument. He wanted to fuck Draco’s arse raw.

He trembled in trepidation as the Gryffindor removed his fingers and stepped up to his arse. He felt the head of Harry’s cock bump up against his tight hole and then force it's way in. There was a flash of pain as it slid home and Draco could feel the hot smoothness of it against his insides. Sinewy arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him into an upright position, tight against hard muscle. Water from the shower poured down over their bodies as Harry’s hands played across his chest, tweaking his nipples.

Draco closed his eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

It started with a short, hard thrust. Potter’s tongue and teeth nibbled slowly down Malfoy’s neck in little bites and kisses and the blond felt his inner muscles ripple with every movement across his back. He could feel those taut thighs as they slapped loudly against his arse.

It was all made more stimulating by the very real chance they could be caught here, in the shower. There was no warning, no hiding if someone were to walk in. A possibility even at this time of night. The thought made Draco flush and his cock twitched as the pounding of his ass intensified. His possessor pressed him hard up against the tiles and let loose with a flurry of fast strokes.

Harry bit down on his shoulder, plunging into him, fucking for all he was worth, grunting with each teeth-jarring thrust; small, tight, animal grunts, uttered between clenched teeth, as he fucked this beautiful, arrogant man, making him writhe in passion beneath him.

Faster, harder Harry’s tool banged into him. Unrelenting, unforgiving, take-no-prisoners. The blond felt a massive shudder race through the man who was fucking him from behind, heard his deep-throated groan as he thrust frantically into his tight cavity.

Draco moaned loudly and found a hand clamped firmly over his mouth, stifling any sounds he might make as Harry bloody Potter used his arsehole like it was his private property.

Draco felt helpless to prevent his rival from doing as he pleased. It made him flush with shame even as he ached for more. He could feel it as that large cock swelled in him, ready to burst. The strokes slowed and became longer, sliding almost totally out and then, balls deep with a vicious thrust back in.

Wildly rutting Gryffindor behind him, pinning him tight to the wall and Draco felt his sphincter clamp down on the intruding cock as every muscle in his body shot through with the sheer electric power of feeling Harry spasm inside him. He bore down hard and gripped the big dick tightly as he felt himself being injected with load after load of hot spunk.

With one final lunge Harry drove deep into the lust-crazed Slytherin, slamming in to the hilt as convulsions racked his shuddering body. He held himself there, his groin pressed hard, grinding his hipbones into the soft, ripe globes of that solid arse, and groaned when Draco's arsehole clenched like a vise around his erection.

Draco’s legs buckled and he would have fallen to his knees with the intensity of it if he hadn't been impaled and pinned by Harry‘s body. A spasm of pure pleasure tore through the blonds body, overwhelming everything and then he was cumming like a motherfucker, grinding down on the cock still spurting inside him.

Panting and spent, Harry finally released him and they both slipped down onto the shower floor, staring at each other with equally dazed expressions.

"So…………. Double or nothing next time? " *g*