WET DREAMS

Wet Dreams

Pairing: Harry/Draco - Harry/others - Draco/other
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters that you recognize from the Potterverse belong solely to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and make no money doing so.
Summary: One night is all they shared in passion. After years of searching, they let go, each finding what they thought they were looking for in someone else, until a photograph assignment brought them together again.
Warnings: Rated high for a reason. SLASH - meaning guy/guy. Shortened or changed the names a bit in the story. Harry - Haze; Draco - Dray/Drake. Don’t like – don’t read.

Thanks - to Samantha who had originally beta’d the original fic which helped. Sorry Samantha, but I had decided to change the POV after I had read it over again. Thanks also to PW for looking over my ‘new’ version of the fic, fixing things up so it is readable in first person POV, and to Graballz who helped me brainstorm and gave me the nudge to get this going again.

Note: I got this little plot idea from watching a ‘B’ rated soft porn het movie titled ‘Private Lessons: Another Story’. The story is not long, but hope you enjoy. Also, this story was originally written differently than what you will read here. This is in Draco’s POV. First time to write this way, so hope it turns out alright. Honestly, not sure if I will again. The original will still be on my yahoo group. When I redid this story some of the dialogue had to be cut out that I had liked, but didn’t work this time around, so – it is there if anyone’s interested. Sorry about the summary and title. They could have been better, but the more I thought of it, the worse it got. Lol. Any suggestions for summary or title change, I’ll consider, but you might want to wait until the last chapter is posted.

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Chapter One


I looked out from the high tower of the Headmaster’s office, ignoring the others around me as my gaze followed the man on the broom out on the Quidditch pitch. It was uncommonly hot on this June night and I really wished I was anywhere but here at the moment. I wanted to be out there, with him, on a broom, feeling like there was no one else but us.

“You should tell him,” a voice spoke quietly from behind me.

I looked behind myself, surprised to see the others gone, leaving just me, the Headmaster and my Head of House. “Nothing to tell,” I shrugged. “I’d like to thank you for believing in me – in us. Not too many people would.”

“Do you know where you will be going?” the Headmaster asked.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Take care of yourself,” my Head of House said warmly, placing his hand on my shoulder. “I am very proud of you.”

“And you take care of yourself,” I returned, looking up into the dark eyes. “I will be leaving in the early morning – as well as the others. Gods, I feel like such a coward,” I added, running my fingers through my hair.

“He will kill you, as well as the others, once he finds out what you took,” my Head of House said.

“We had to – if taking those things will help finally defeat him; it will be worth it,” I said. “I’m going for a walk before bed.”

“Be careful,” the Headmaster said, reaching out to shake my hand.

I returned the warm handshake and the brief embrace from my Head of House, then quietly left the Headmaster’s office, making my way down to the main hall. It was eerily quiet in the halls with most of the students in their common rooms either working on last minute homework or strategizing over battle plans that would be taking place in the next few days. I was thinking of all that had transpired in the last few days: my cover as a spy was blown and the recovery of some artifacts which I had been told contained pieces of Voldemort’s soul. I was surprised to see other members of my House there when I delivered the artifacts to the Headmaster’s office.

Lost in my musings, I didn’t notice where my feet had led me. My footfalls had led me to the Quidditch pitch in time to see the dark-haired man coming off the pitch and heading towards the showers with his broom over his shoulder, sweat soaking through the thin t-shirt that he wore. I cast a Disillusionment spell on myself and then stealthily followed.

Once inside, I leaned against the wall, watching as the other seemed to peel off his damp clothing. My heart leapt when Harry finally stepped out of his jeans and boxers and then stepped under the jets of water, his sigh heavy in the nearly empty room. Those hands that held so much power slid over firm, hard muscle, slicked with soap as he washed away the grime and sweat from his body. My eyes followed Harry’s hands as they skimmed over his own chest and stomach; my fists clenched when his hand traveled lower, fingers running through the dark pubic hair before wrapping around his hardening cock. I licked my lips at the sight, then glanced up, barely holding back my gasp of surprise when green eyes seemed to pierce my soul.

“I know you’re there,” Harry softly said, walking slowly towards me. “You’re forgetting that I can see past Disillusionment spells.” He smiled, reaching out to grip the front of my t-shirt to pull me under the spray of water.

“Harry! My clothes!” I cried out as I took the spell off of myself.

“Well, we’ll have to fix that.” Harry grinned while reaching down to the hem of my t-shirt to lift it up and over my head. “I was hoping you would come,” he said, unbuttoning my jeans then pulling me closer by the open waist.

“But . . . Harry,” I began then was silenced by warm lips covering my own.

“I know you’re leaving,” Harry said against unresponsive lips. “You know that we would have eventually come to this.” He smiled, brushing his tongue against my lips.

I brought my hand up to Harry’s neck, stroking with my fingers as I gazed into the green eyes that torment my dreams. I leaned forward, hand slipping behind Harry’s neck to pull him closer as I pressed my lips to Harry’s, moaning when Harry opened for his tongue to slip through. I reached down with my other hand to help Harry peel off my jeans and boxers, whimpering when Harry pulled back from my lips. I looked down to meet Harry’s eyes as his tongue darted out to lick the head of my cock. I threw back my head, moaning out loud when wet warmth slowly slid down the length of my cock, tongue pressing and flicking up and down the hardened flesh. My fingers tangled into the darkened hair, pulling him in closer to my body, urging him to go faster. I felt my body tense, breathing erratically as Harry took me deeply, the head of my cock hitting the back of Harry’s throat. I tried to hold off, wanting to make this last as long as possible, until I felt a slick finger tease my hole. I cried out my release when his finger slipped deeply inside my body.

Harry swallowed all that was offered then stood up to press his body against me, my back against the wall. “Need you,” Harry huskily said, his lips lightly brushing against mine.

“Yes, gods, yes,” I moaned, reaching out to pull him closer, using my hand to guide Harry’s hand to my backside. My moans of pleasure were muffled in breathtaking kisses as Harry began to loosen my hole, first with one finger then easily slipping in another, then another.

“Turn around,” Harry said, his hands gripping my hips.

I leaned forward, my hands on the tiled wall in front of me and looked back at the brunet. Harry used one hand to stroke my ass while he used his other to guide his slick cockhead to my entrance. I closed my eyes, groaning when Harry slowly sheathed himself inside me; his hips pressed hard against my buttocks. I pushed back to let Harry know I was ready. I felt him kiss the middle of my back then I looked back over my shoulder at Harry. Warm lips met in a kiss as the slow slip and slide inside of me kept at a steady pace.

“So good – gods – tight,” Harry panted, his arm going around my waist. Harry’s thrusts became harder and faster.

I pushed back against his frenzied thrusts; my legs shaking as Harry’s cock plunged into my prostrate over and over again. I felt my body tense, then I groaned in frustration when fingers gripped my cock tightly around the base to stop my climax. I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped past my lips when Harry pulled back; his still rock hard cock slipping out of me. He turned me to face him. Wordlessly, I followed as Harry led me to the tiled ledge a few feet away. Harry pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my back; my lips soon covered with Harry’s. I felt the slight push indicating for me to sit, my hands reached for Harry as I did so. My fingers wrapped around Harry’s cock, stroking the hard length as he straddled my thighs.

Harry’s hand reached behind me to guide the head of my cock to his lubricated hole. I was surprised how easily I slipped past the tight ring of muscle, now knowing where Harry’s other hand was when he was holding me close. I gripped Harry’s hips as I slowly thrust up, throwing my head back at the feel of the tight heat surrounding my cock. I felt warm hands on the sides of my face, thumbs stroking my cheek and lips. No words were spoken when Harry leaned forward to slide his lips against mine in a soft, but tender kiss. Harry began to slowly raise his hips then lower them again, slowly impaling himself over and over again on my cock. My hands gripped Harry’s hips; the nails digging into skin as they both neared their release. I felt Harry’s knuckles against my lower stomach as he fisted his own cock in time with my quickening thrusts. My hand slid up Harry’s chest to the rapid pulse of his neck to pull him closer as I deepened the kiss, bruising his lips as his body shook with his release, the tight channel around my cock gripping me tight.

“Draco!” Harry cried out, as his cock pulsed, his semen shooting over my chest and stomach.

tbc
It's done, just going over the final changes on the last few chapters -- I'll try to update regularly. Only about nine chapters if I remember correctly.