scar_head and the_ferret

scar_head and the_ferret

“Oh fuck it!!!” Harry bellowed hitting the keys on the keyboard petulantly with a flat hand, “I don’t bloody believe it!”

“What’s wrong now Potter?” Draco drawled sidling into the study and draping an arm nonchalantly over Harry’s shoulder. A naked arm.

He leaned forward over the back of the rather battered office chair to whisper in Harry’s ear, “What’re you doing?”

Harry tried to concentrate on the screen and not on his lover.

“It’s terrible!” he said. “Journals are disappearing all over the place, they are calling it ‘the Strikethrough of 2007.’ I have just found out that pornish_pixies has gone. They’ve deleted it! How could they? Pornish Pixies was, well, one of the best LJs on the Internet. If you wanted a quick sexy porn hit that is. Something impossibly hot and very well written.”

Harry bit his lip.

He wasn’t sure what to do and he had to do something. He didn’t cope well with inaction. When he had had to defeat Voldie, there had just been a pitched battle and it was all over, but this was hard! There was no one to fight. Harry hated things that weren’t clear-cut. Evil wizards he could deal with. Faceless organisations that seemed accountable to nobody; that was a whole different story. But he couldn’t stand by and see the rights of individuals trampled because of a few whack jobs. Yeah, he could understand the crackdown on certain users. But fandom? That was by adults for adults, children not welcome in this particular playground.

Okay, so he had joined fandom_counts. But what else could he do?

“Harry!” Draco wheedled, “I’m bored Harry, I need a quick porn hit myself, come on Harry!” He leaned over the chair and was nuzzling Harry’s shirt collar. Nibbling the side of his neck.

Harry shuddered. It felt delectable.

“What have they done to the poor little pixies Harry?” Draco murmured through a mouth full of neck. “Are you going to save them my brave Gryffindor?”

Harry had forgotten what he was doing, what he had been thinking about. When Draco did that, when he kissed and nibbled and licked Harry like that he often forgot the thread of what he was thinking or doing or saying. He knew full well that this was how Draco got his way, but he didn’t care, it was just so delicious. When he started work on Harry’s neck Harry was putty in his hands and then when he put his hand down Harry’s shirt like that and squeezed his nipple…

“Guh!” Harry said.

Draco chortled wickedly, low in his throat. It was a delicious sound and it travelled straight to Harry’s cock. The tight jeans that Draco had chosen to emphasise Harry’s arse had suddenly become a lot tighter.

“This is such a ratty old chair Harry!” Draco whined as he tweaked Harry’s other nipple. “I don’t know why you have kept it so long, we could get something far nicer from that Italian place.”

“I like the chair, Draco.” Harry said firmly

Draco stopped kissing Harry’s neck then and moved round to face the old leather swivel seat on which Harry always sat when he spent time at his computer, the one that he had just been complaining about.

That was when Harry saw that it wasn’t only Draco’s arm that was naked. Draco was wearing nothing but a come hither smile and a hint of aftershave.

Harry’s lover sat himself on the beech computer desk and continued to snog him. Draco had worked his way up Harry’s neck. He had sucked and nibbled with those neat white teeth of his along Harry’s jawline and was currently pushing his sweet tongue into Harry’s mouth. Harry could not refuse him and opened wide to let Draco have his way.

The computer beeped.

Harry ignored it.

The computer beeped again. More urgently this time, well so it seemed to Harry right then.

He tore himself away from Draco’s scrumptious kisses in order to see what was wrong.

Draco was sitting on the keyboard, the bare cheek of his gorgeous bottom had somehow managed to press down several keys at once and the task manager was persistently trying to get Harry to close things down.

“Umndracoug,” he muttered with his mouth full of insistent tongue.

“Yes?” Draco said, sucking Harry’s lower lip.

“Compuerisplayinup.”

Draco sat back and looked at him. “What?” he asked.

Then he looked down at the desk on which he was perched. He put a hand under his left arse cheek and pulled the mouse out by its connecting cable.

“Ooh Harry, what’s this?” He asked with (well to Harry’s mind at least) an adorable look of confusion on his face.

“That’s a mouse, love,” Harry told him.

Draco was peering at it closely.

“A mouse. Is it transfigured or something?”

“It’s not real babe, it’s just a bit of equipment that lets me work my computer.”

“Oh!” said Draco. “Well it was poking me in a very private place. Show me what it does then!” He had stopped kissing Harry, a development that Harry could not let go by without a pang of regret, and he spun himself around and sat his bottom - a still very naked, very pert bottom - on Harry’s lap. He wiggled a bit to make himself comfortable.

Harry wasn’t very comfortable. Not any more at least.

Those tightish jeans were currently threatening to cut off circulation to some very vital parts of Harry’s anatomy.

“Ulp!” he said.

Draco was no longer paying attention to him though; he was peering at the screen in fascination.

“Oooohh Harry! That looks really interesting. What is this site then and why has it got pictures of you and me on it?”

Harry tried to concentrate on Draco’s question.

“Um, that’s my Live Journal, Draco. I chose the pictures, learnt how to do manips and create icons. That’s my LJ user name scar_head..

“I tried lots of combinations of my own name, but they were all taken for some reason.”

Draco was still peering intently at the screen.

“Potter,” he said, “I don’t think that I understood one word of that! You’ll have to speak more clearly, explain it to me.”

Harry sighed. Draco was feeling disgruntled, he always called Harry ”Potter” when he was feeling a bit pissed off with him and Harry really didn’t want a row with Draco right now, not when he looked so scrumptious.

So he tried to ignore the fact that his jeans were currently so tight that his eyes had begun to water. He also tried to pretend that Draco’s backside was not pushing against his cock and that it felt so good that he thought that the same cock was likely to burst right through the zip at any minute and bury itself quite happily in Draco’s tight little arse.

It didn’t work very well. Harry had never been good at pretending.

But ignoring, he could do that. He was good at ignoring.

Bit by bit, whilst his lover squirmed and wriggled and poked at the keyboard with his long slim fingers and practiced his mouse skills, he explained the Internet to Draco.

“I want an LJ too,” Draco finally said. “Can you set one up for me Harry?”

So Harry did.

He had no more luck with any combination of Draco’s name than he’d had with his own though. He knew that most of the stories he had read were about him and Draco in various sexual situations but he couldn’t understand the fascination himself. He supposed he was a Harry/Draco fan, although he didn’t mind the odd bit of Draco/Harry! Merlin, some of those stories really turned him on!

But there were some places he would not go. He could understand some of the pairings, and shit some of those stories were seriously sensual. He even had a secret passion for Snarry, not that he would ever tell Draco that. But the Severus of fanfic was so much sexier than his real life counterpart. He sometimes wondered what Severus would look like if he washed his hair, whitened his teeth and stopped scowling all the time. Maybe then he and Draco could have a threesome?

He shook himself mentally. Thinking like that was not reducing the bulge in his trousers! He concentrated on some of the pairings that really squicked him instead. Him and Hermione? She was like a sister! That was just, well, eeewwww!

Finally after trying different names for about thirty minutes, time in which Draco got progressively crosser and squirmier, Harry had a brainwave.

He smiled to himself and started typing.

“The Ferret??? My screen name is the_ferret???” Draco shouted, infuriated.

“Sorry hon, but there wasn’t anything else left,” Harry said. He couldn’t help smirking though. Draco was very sexy when he was just a little bit cross; he usually got very inventive and if he wasn’t getting any action by teaching Draco to surf the Internet, maybe he could provoke some interest from his lover instead. Draco had started it after all, before he had been sucked in to the online world. Harry wondered if he might bring out that rather wicked riding crop again later.

Draco turned and grabbed Harry’s wrists firmly. He was making that little growly noise that he did when he was really aroused. Harry was trapped in his seat. The combination of Draco’s weight, the hard cock between his legs, which was thoroughly incapacitating him, and the fact the Draco had pinned his hands above his head against the high back of the chair meant that Harry was effectively helpless.

He couldn’t move. He could only groan when Draco claimed his mouth and started kissing it demandingly.

Draco held both Harry’s wrists in one hand now. He was very strong but Harry wasn’t exactly trying to fight him either. Instead he was concentrating on Draco’s other hand. The one that was currently travelling south, firm insistent fingers plundering where they would.

Then Draco produced his wand. For a brief second Harry wondered where on earth Draco had been keeping it, but then his hands were swiftly bound and stuck firmly to the leather back of the seat.

Draco sat back smirking.

“That’s got you,” he said, he narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. “Now Potter my love, what am I going to do to you first?”

Harry thought that the zip on his jeans was about to explode. He threw his head back as far as he could against the leather back rest and groaned.

Draco’s wicked smile widened.

Brandishing his wand he vanished Harry buttons one at a time, then achingly slowly he began to dissolve the fabric of Harry’s shirt.

“Hey Draco, that’s my fav..umf,” he began but didn’t finish. Draco was kissing him again fiercely. He sat back and put a finger to Harry’s lips.

“You are not to speak,” he said imperiously, “if you try again I shall have to gag you.”

Harry shut up. Draco liked to elicit little groans and pleas from Harry but he also liked gagging him and right now Harry didn’t want to be gagged.

Draco continued to dissolve Harry’s shirt.

Then slowly, achingly slowly, he began to run the tip of his wand along the seams of Harry’s jeans and the threads began to dissolve too, the seams separated and the fabric fell away from his thighs and vanished leaving him completely exposed to Draco’s attentions.

Draco sat back on the keyboard again.

“That’s better,” he said. “I can see you now. But I fancy sitting down again and I think that I need to adjust things. You don’t look nearly hard enough to me.”

Harry thought that his lover had lost the plot. He hadn’t been this hard for a long, long time. But Draco was smirking even more widely and then he was lowering himself to his knees. He pushed Harry’s own knees wide apart and whispered yet another sticking charm. This meant that Harry’s legs were open wide, pushed against the metal arms of the chair, giving Draco access to whatever part of Harry he wanted.

When he started to nibble at Harry’s foreskin Harry nearly leapt in the air. Only he couldn’t because he was firmly stuck to the leather. He groaned loudly instead. Draco chortled again and then really went to work licking and sucking Harry until he was whimpering with need.

Obviously satisfied with his work Draco sat back against the desk and admired Harry’s rock hard prick.

“That’s better,” he said with satisfaction, then proceeded to lower himself down onto Harry. He had obviously come prepared as he was well slicked and Harry slid into his tight, hot anus without any effort on his part whatsoever. Draco lowered himself very slowly onto Harry and Harry was beyond aroused. He thought that he was probably deeper inside his lover than he had ever been before. Draco’s muscles tightened around the base of Harry’s cock and then the man in his lap began to sway gently from side to side.

But Draco had turned his attention back to the computer.

“Hmmm, I see what you mean about this strikethrough thing Harry,” he said wiggling a little more.

“Guh!” Harry said.

“I think I might e-mail my stockbroker and see if I have any shares in the relevant companies, whether I might be able to exert some economic pressure.”

Harry had almost been swept away on wave after wave of pleasure. Almost.

Somewhere in his fogged brain he realised that Draco knew what e-mail was.

“Draco?” he said, desperately fighting back a sort of red mist that was threatening to swamp his vision. “How much do you know about the Internet?”

Draco stiffened. He stopped writhing on Harry’s cock for a moment. Harry could almost see him thinking.

Finally he lay back against Harry. The silky smooth skin of his back pressing into Harry’s chest, the soft blond hair tickling his cheek.

“Hermione showed me,” Draco said. “You were always on the computer so I went and asked her about it. She taught me what to do. She doesn’t read slash though.”

“No I’ll bet!” Harry murmured, the thought of Hermione reading slash fiction was just not a feasible one.

“No, she reads het Buffy the Vampire Slayer, oh and SG-1, she has a thing for some guy called Teal’c.”

Harry gulped, “Too much information Draco!” he said.

His hands were free, Draco had released him. So he wrapped his arms around his lover and held him close.

“I wanted to spend more time with you Harry,” Draco said sadly. “You were always on the Internet, you never have time for me any more.”

Harry felt a wave of guilt. “I’m sorry love,” he said. “Have I been neglecting you?” Draco didn’t say anything, he just shrugged.

“I am so sorry! I promise you I won’t do that again, I’ll teach you all that you want to know.” He started to move slowly. He was still deep inside Draco, still rock hard, this time the lust that had overwhelmed him was tempered with the love that he felt for his blond boyfriend.

Draco groaned and Harry found his hand moving down to cup Draco’s genitals. Gently he began to stroke his lover. Draco moaned softly as the muscles in his anus tightened around Harry’s cock and Draco started to writhe again. This time Harry could not control it. He let the red mist dominate his vision, let the roaring in his ears deafen him, the chair reclined on its base tipping slightly backwards while remaining perfectly stable. They came together shouting their completion.

A little later Draco said, “I am going to e-mail my broker now Harry.”

Harry cast Scourgify to clean them both up and skooshed the chair closer so that Draco could reach the keyboard again. He kept his arms wrapped around him though and laid his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder. He watched Draco call up his e-mail provider and send off a flurry of e-mails. His fingers flew across the keys, he really was amazingly proficient, but that was Draco all over wasn’t it? He was good at things.

Harry squeezed tighter and then kissed Draco’s shoulder.

“It looks to me like you really know your way around technology,” he said, kissing Draco gently again, this time at the base of his neck.

“Well I know a bit,” Draco said, twisting round to look at him. “I like the Internet; I think a Slytherin probably invented it. It’s a perfect place for Slytherins, you can have a fake identity, read lots of porn, see yummy pictures, what more could a boy want? You could teach me more though!” He grinned and kissed Harry again slowly and lovingly and for a while, at least, the Internet was forgotten.

By the next day Six Apart had apologised and started un-deleting journals. Harry thought the several thousand people who had e-mailed and called the admin had helped; he also thought that all the people who had friended fandom_counts. had probably played their part too. But he couldn’t help thinking that Draco’s e-mails, to all his business interests might just have helped a little bit. “Hit ‘em in the pocket, where it hurts the most,” that’s what Draco had said at least.

He found a rather nice icon to decorate Draco’s journal and spent several hours with Draco on his lap whilst they read stories and uploaded pictures together. The chair was plenty big enough for them both after all, and they never did get around to replacing it.

finis

*Tim Berners-Lee is the man credited with inventing the Internet and he gave his idea away. Draco reckons he was probably a Gryffindor.