I Just Want a Review

“That’s fucking ridiculous!” he screamed at the computer screen.

Harry sat up in the bed and furrowed his eyebrows at his blonde lover. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.

“I just don’t get it,” he continued to rage. “My work is good. Why in the hell does nobody want to review it?”

Harry yawned, before standing up from the bed, sliding on his boxers and making his way closer. He placed his hands on Draco’s shoulders and began massaging them, feeling how tense he was. “What site is this?” he inquired, staring at the screen in front of them.

“It’s a fan fiction site,” he answered, moaning at Harry’s touch. “You know, where a bunch of people write fictional stories about their favorite characters.”

“Really?” Harry smiled, leaning in closer and nibbling on his ear. “I didn’t know you were into that. What do you write about?”

Draco closed his eyes and licked his lips, feeling his arousal come to life. “Oh, baby,” he whispered, “that feels so good.”

“Mm, I thought it would,” he smirked, lowering his kisses to his neck. “I can’t have my baby upset, now can I?”

Draco gasped, before pulling Harry onto his lap and wrapping his arms around him. “You always make me feel better,” he smiled.

Harry firmly pressed his lips on Draco’s and then backed away, turning toward the computer screen. He started to read the story and smiled, realizing the subject matter. “You write about us?” he asked, turning to look at Draco.

Draco smiled, gliding his hand through Harry’s messy raven hair. “Of course,” he answered, suddenly frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…I don’t think anyone likes the stories I write,” he sighed, turning to look at the screen.

“Why would you say that?” Harry wondered.

“Because nobody ever leaves me a review,” he replied.

“That doesn’t mean they don’t like it,” Harry shrugged. “Some people probably just don’t know what to say.”

“It’s not that hard to say ‘good job’, or ‘you’re a really good writer’, Harry,” he pouted. “Don’t they realize that writers thrive on reviews? It gives us the boost to continue writing. It allows us to know that people actually do enjoy our stories and want us to write more.”

“Oh,” Harry frowned, turning to look at the screen.

“And you know what really ticks me off?” he continued. “I’ve read some of the other stories on here about us, and they’re completely ridiculous, yet somehow they get a lot of reviews. I just don’t get it. Especially when they are so clichéd or OOC. And don’t even get me started on the ones that have spelling and grammar mistakes. Sometimes I just want to chew off my arm and throw it at those people.”

“OOC?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

“Out of character,” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Oh,” Harry smiled, turning around to give Draco another kiss. “Are all these stories about us?” he then asked.

“Not all of them,” Draco replied, clicking on a link and bringing up the main page. “This is where you go first to choose the pairing you want to read about,” he informed him.

“Ew, me and Voldemort?” Harry cringed.

Draco laughed, moving the mouse over to a few hyperlinks. “You want to know what’s even more disgusting? They actually have a category for me and my father,” he shuddered.

“People are sick,” Harry shook his head, still looking at the screen. He then pointed to one category and laughed. “You and Ron?”

“Yeah, apparently I have an attraction to blundering, freckled face redheads,” Draco sighed, while clicking on another category. “Here you go, Harry. You and Snape.”

Harry laughed, grabbing the mouse from Draco’s hand and clicking on a few other categories. “Wow, they seriously have a category for every pairing. No wonder there’s a lot of…uh…what’s that phrase? OOC?” he asked, turning to face Draco to make sure he used it correctly.

Draco smiled and nodded, giving him a quick kiss. “Go back to our category,” he then said.

Harry clicked on their pairing and smiled at how many stories were posted. “Wow,” he gasped. “A lot of people really like us together, don’t they?”

“Mm, they’re not the only ones,” Draco purred in his ear.

Harry smiled, when he felt Draco’s cock grow. “Feels like somebody’s feeling a little better,” he commented, while shifting on his lap.

“Yes,” Draco murmured, closing his eyes from the movement.

“What do all these ratings mean?” Harry then questioned, returning his attention back to the screen.

Draco opened his eyes and sighed from the loss of movement on his cock. “Well, each story has to have a rating. Some are pretty harmless, where a child could read it, whereas others can be pretty vulgar and you actually have to be legal to read them,” he explained.

“Wow, really?” Harry smiled at him, feeling his own cock grow in arousal. “How naughty do they get?”

“You’d be surprised,” Draco laughed, seeing the excitement in his lover’s eyes. “Want to read one of mine?” he then asked.

“Really? You’ll let me?”

“Sure,” Draco nodded, clicking on a few links before he found one of his stories. “Here’s one.”

Harry began reading it, feeling his cock harden more from the words he read. He couldn’t believe Draco was actually writing that about them. He blushed when he got to the part about their foreplay, surprised by how much detail he used.

Draco sat still and watched Harry read his story, seeing the blush appear on his cheeks. He smiled, as he slowly lowered his hand down to the boy’s boxers and slipped his hand inside, feeling how hard he was.

“Mm,” Harry moaned, when he felt Draco touch him. He had wanted to close his eyes and lean back against him, but the story was so entrancing that he had to continue.

Harry straddled my legs and stared down at me with such a burning desire. My cock strained for his attention, hoping to be touched soon. Aware of my need, he licked his lips and moved down, taking my throbbing cock into his mouth. I gasped in delight and closed my eyes, as his warm cavity swallowed me down.

“Oh, Merlin,” Harry gasped, no longer able to keep his eyes open, when he felt Draco’s hand move faster on his cock.

“Like my story, love?” Draco smiled, pulling Harry closer, so his back was up against him while he continued to stroke him, gliding his thumb over the head of his cock every so often to gather more of his sweet juices.

“So…good,” Harry panted, gripping the sides of the chair they were sitting on.

Draco leaned over and kissed Harry’s neck, hearing a pleasurable groan sound from his lips. He moved his free hand up Harry’s naked chest and pinched his nipple, knowing how sensitive he was there.

“Yes,” Harry hissed, arching his back.

Draco could feel Harry’s cock pulsing in his hand and knew he was on the verge of his climax. He nipped at his neck one more time, before moving toward his ear. “You want to come, baby?” he whispered.

Harry nodded, gripping the chair harder and keeping his eyes tightly shut. He clenched his teeth, not wanting to scream, but knew it was inevitable. He was always a screamer and today would be no exception.

“Then come,” Draco said, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock one last time.

Harry thrust his hips upward and screamed out his release, coating Draco’s hand that still continued to stroke him until he was completely satisfied. He then leaned back on Draco’s chest, still panting heavily and feeling drained. “How has nobody reviewed your stories?” he asked.

Draco smiled, as he kissed the boy’s neck. “This is what I’m saying.”

Harry chuckled, feeling his breaths return back to normal. He looked over at Draco and smiled while lifting his hand to gently caress his cheek. “Great job, Draco. You’re a wonderful writer and I can’t wait to read more of your work,” he commented.

“Thank you, Harry,” Draco beamed.