Not Everyone Can Be a Writer

A/N: Okay, so since I got such an awesome feedback on I Just Want a Review (thanks everyone!), I thought I would treat you all to a sequel. Hope you will like it! :)

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Draco sat up in bed, hearing typing in the distance. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned toward the computer, noticing Harry sitting in front of it. “It’s pretty late, Harry. What are you still doing up?” he questioned.

Harry ignored him while he continued to type. He couldn’t wait to show him what he was writing and hoped he would like it.

Draco sighed and stood up from the bed, rubbing his eyes and walking toward him. “Baby?” he said again.

“I’m writing a fic,” he finally replied, still not looking away from the computer.

“Really?” Draco smiled, peeking over his shoulder to read it. “About us?” he wondered.

Harry quickly stopped typing and covered the screen, frowning at Draco. “I don’t want you to read it yet,” he pouted.

Draco put his hands up in defense and backed away. “Fine, I won’t read it,” he rolled his eyes, making his way back to their bed.

Harry waited until he was out of range, before removing his hand from the screen and finishing up the story. He smiled, while he tapped away on the keyboard, excited to be almost finished.

“Will I at least be able to read it before you post it?” Draco inquired, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Harry nodded. “That’s probably best, seeing as how this is my first attempt at writing one of these.”

Draco chewed on his bottom lip, worriedly staring at his lover. He had seen his writing on other things before and knew it was going to be a disaster. “Can’t wait,” he cleared his throat, hoping the story wasn’t that long for him to have to sit through.

Finally, after about half an hour of waiting, Harry was finished. He stood up from the chair and allowed Draco to sit, while he moved toward the bed. He sat down and nervously chewed on his fingernail, waiting for Draco’s critique.

Draco sat and read, inwardly cringing at the words. Once he finished, he leaned back in the chair and sighed, not sure what to say to him.

“Well?” Harry asked.

Draco took in a deep breath, before turning around to look at him. “It’s…um…well, for a first attempt it was good,” he responded.

“You don’t like it, do you?” he frowned.

“I’m sorry baby,” he sighed, standing up from the chair and moving to stand in between his lover’s legs. “It’s just…not everyone can be a writer.”

“But I really had fun writing it,” he sighed.

“I’m sure you did,” he said, placing his hands on Harry’s face and smiling into his beautiful green eyes. “And believe me when I say that we are definitely doing a few of those things you wrote about.”

Harry smiled, before leaning in and giving him a kiss. He then backed away and glanced over at the computer screen. “Is it really that bad?” he questioned.

“Well, it’s not that bad. There are just a few things in there that are hard for me to read. Remember what I said about people having too many spelling and grammatical errors?”

“But I used spell check. There should be no spelling errors,” he frowned.

“Yes, but even spell check can miss a few things,” Draco explained, as he moved away and sat back down in the chair to look at the computer screen. “Take this for example,” he said, pointing at the screen and reading it. “Draco reached out and grabbed my pens firmly in his grasp.”

He turned toward his dark haired lover and smiled in amusement. “Spell check wouldn’t catch something like that because the word is spelled correctly, even though you meant to say penis,” he then paused and arched an eyebrow. “Unless you did mean to say pens.”

“No, I meant penis,” Harry blushed. “What else?”

“Harry firmly clutches Draco’s waste as he continues to thrust inside, hearing the boy scream for more,” he read a sentence further down.

“What’s wrong with that line?” he frowned.

Draco turned toward Harry and sighed. “Four things are wrong with that line,” he explained, standing back up and returning to his lover. “First,” he began, pushing him down on the bed, “you changed points of view.”

Harry closed his eyes and moaned, when Draco crawled on top of him.

“Second,” Draco continued, gliding his hand up Harry's naked chest, “you changed the verb tense from past to present.”

He teased his nipple, noticing it immediately stiffen under his hand. He then began to suck on it, earning another moan from his lover. He looked up at him and smiled, when he saw how flush he was.

“Third,” he whispered, moving his hand down to his boxers and slipping it inside to grab his half-hardened cock, “you spelled waist wrong.”

Harry’s cock completely hardened in his grasp when he began to stroke it. Draco hovered over his mouth and smiled as he continued to touch him. Harry opened his eyes and licked his lips when he saw gray eyes staring down at him.

“And the fourth?” he faltered.

Draco stopped his movement on his cock and smirked, leaning in closer so their mouths were barely touching. “You’re not inside me, and I’m not screaming for more,” he softly replied.

Harry’s eyes widened, as he suddenly grasped the boy’s shoulders and pulled him firmly against his mouth, while rolling them over so he was on top. He continued to kiss him, lowering his hands down his bare chest and over to his boxers. He backed away from his lips, tugging his boxers down, and then smiled when they were off.

“Make me come, baby,” Draco moaned, opening his legs wider.

Harry slipped a finger inside his eager entrance, hearing Draco whimper from the action. He smiled as he slipped in a second finger, spreading them apart inside to stretch him. When the third finger entered, Draco thrust his hips up and gasped in pleasure.

“Oh baby, do it now,” he cried out. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Harry slid out his fingers and hurriedly guided his cock to the stretched hole, staring lovingly at Draco. He slowly pushed inside, hearing the hiss sound from his lover’s lips. He continued moving forward until he was completely inside him.

“You’re so fucking tight, Draco,” Harry said through clenched teeth as he began to move within.

“Oh, faster Harry,” Draco growled.

“How’s this, love?” he asked, speeding up his movements.

“Yes. Oh fuck. Right there. Yes,” Draco panted, while arching his back.

Harry grabbed his waist, holding him steady as he moved faster inside. “You feel so fucking good, Draco,” he hissed.

“I gotta come, Harry,” Draco warned.

“Yes. Come for me baby,” he allowed. “Let me see you touch yourself.”

Draco grabbed his swollen cock and quickly stroked it, feeling the rush course through his body. He arched his back again while staring into Harry’s green eyes, moving his hand faster. “Fuck, Harry,” he cried out. “Give me more.”

Harry slammed into him hard, hearing him gasp from the action. He then hastened his movements, feeling his own climax rushing through his body. “Can you hold out a little longer, love?” he asked.

Draco closed his eyes and bit down on his lip, almost near completion. “I’m so close,” he replied.

“Me too,” he stated, thrusting himself further inside his tight entrance.

“Together?” Draco asked, opening his eyes and staring at his lover.

Harry nodded, locking his eyes on him. “Together,” he agreed.

A few seconds later, they both screamed out their release, still staring into each other’s eyes until they were completely spent. They tiredly lay next to each other on the bed, panting heavily.

“I should fix that sentence,” Harry wheezed a minute later.

“Good idea,” Draco nodded, still trying to catch his breath.

They looked over at each other and smiled, before leaning in and giving each other a kiss. Harry stood up from the bed and returned to the computer, while Draco rolled over and closed his eyes to go to sleep. “Don’t be too long, love,” he yawned.

*****
The next morning, Draco woke up snuggled next to Harry. He smiled and hugged him close, before moving away and stretching his body. Harry yawned, rolling over to look at Draco. “Morning,” he smiled.

“Mm, morning love,” Draco smiled at him, feeling rejuvenated from last night.

Harry suddenly jumped out of bed and ran toward the computer, causing Draco to furrow his eyebrows in question.

“Harry?”

“I posted my fic last night,” he excitedly announced, typing in the site’s page.

“You posted it?” Draco asked in bewilderment. “But what about what I told you?”

Harry waved him off, as he continued to click on links. “You’re just one opinion,” he explained, smiling when he found his story link. “I had to see what others thought.”

Draco sighed, stepping out of the bed and over toward the computer. “Just don’t be upset if nobody reviewed, okay?”

“I won’t,” he grinned, seeing the number of people who had reviewed just in one night alone.

“What?!” Draco exclaimed, leaning over and staring at the huge number on the screen. “How the fuck is that possible? The story was atrocious! How the hell did you get so many fucking reviews?”

Harry laughed, seeing the rage in his lover’s eyes. “Aw baby, it’s nothing personal,” he smiled sweetly at him.

Draco glared at him, still frustrated. “Did you change it or something? Because I’m telling you, what I read last night would not have gotten this many reviews.”

“Well, yeah, I did change it around a bit,” he sheepishly admitted.

“Let me read it,” Draco demanded.

“Why? You already read it,” he said, nervously chewing on his lip.

“I want to read it again,” he expressed, waiting for Harry to get out of the chair.

“O…okay,” Harry hesitated, standing up from the seat and allowing Draco to sit. He slowly moved toward the bed and sat down, lowering his head to his knees and covering his ears, as he waited for the outburst.

Draco quickly sat down and clicked on the story link. He completely froze when he saw what appeared on the screen. “Potter!” he screamed in outrage, turning to stare at him. “You posted a naked picture of us?”

Harry guiltily looked up, a tiny smirk appearing on his face. “Well, you said it yourself. Not everyone can be a writer. But a picture is definitely worth a thousand words. And in my case, a thousand reviews.”