Waiting by the Lake (H/D, NC-17)

[sesheta66]

Title:   Waiting by the Lake
Author:   sesheta_66 
Rating:   NC-17
Word Count:   568
Challenge:   Special holiday challenge, "You are what I never knew I always wanted"
Warnings:   No beta.
Summary:   As promised, here is the sequel to "Promises, Promises," Draco waits for Harry by the lake.
Disclaimer:   The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

Valentine's Day, Hogwarts Grounds, 7:50 p.m.

Draco sat nervously at the edge of the lake, anticipating Harry's arrival. Actually, he was more nervous about the idea of Harry not coming to meet him by the lake. What would he do then? Would Harry use the situation against him? He didn't think so, but they weren't exactly friends, were they?

He had finally plucked up enough courage to do something about this crush he had on Harry. Draco had, for the past week, been sending letters to Harry anonymously. He had virtually signed the last one, though, which was the reason he was so nervous now. He had told him in the letters that he wanted to be friends, possibly more. Who was he kidding? He definitely wanted to be more than friends with the Gryffindor. As he waited, he thought back to the past week.

Every morning he had awoken hard as a rock, with a fresh dream of Harry still lingering in his mind. And every morning he had wanked to images of Harry. All the while he touched himself, he imagined his hands to be Harry's hands, Harry's mouth, or Merlin, yes, Harry's arse. And what a fine arse Harry had. Draco couldn't wait to see it, touch it, up close and personal. Oh, and then he wanted to ravage that fine arse until he had Harry screaming his name as he came.

When Draco took his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, he had imagined doing that to Harry's cock. He imagined licking him from base to tip, and back again, eventually taking Harry's shaft into his mouth and giving him the best blow job of his life. He could hear Harry's moans in his mind, and it made him hard again now, just imagining it. His fantasies had become so real in his mind, it was almost as if they had happened.

This morning had started in the same manner, only this time Draco went a bit further. Imagining himself with Harry, he had taken some lube and used it on his fingers. He had teased his pucker, all the while wishing it were Harry doing this to him. He closed his eyes, remembering the sensation of one, two, and then three fingers teasing, entering, stretching his hole, and longing for those fingers to be Harry's fingers, Harry's cock inside him. Merlin, Draco wanted him so badly.

His breathing was getting erratic, as the memory of that morning's events took hold. His heart rate was elevated, as he pressed against his throbbing erection with his palm, then threw his head back, releasing a moan.

"That better be me you're thinking about," came the voice he had imagined in his fantasies, sounding more husky and sexy than even he had dreamed.

"Always you, Harry. Only you." Did I just say that out loud? Draco's eyes flew open to see Harry standing above him, looking oh-so-hot.

Before he had time to register what was going on, or to say anything else, lips crashed down upon his, and - oh my God, this was actually happening! Harry was kissing him, and Merlin, did he taste wonderful. When they broke apart, Harry answered Draco's questioning look.

"I think a part of me has always -- " He looked into Draco's eyes, his longing as apparent as Draco's own. "You are what I never knew I always wanted."

 

Comments

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

I liked how you wrote this sequel in Draco’s point of view, I didn’t realise he was so insecure. After all, the letters seemed rather cheeky. *hugs Draco*

Omg, I don’t think I’ve ever read explicit smut from you. (Though I recall complaining about lack of it once *grins) Can I just say… *gulps* hot!!

Haha, Harry’s timing is impeccable... Love the dialogue in this fic; so filled with unspoken promises of hot smut, and the last line was sweet!

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

I didn’t realise he was so insecure. After all, the letters seemed rather cheeky.

I see him as having had the crush for a long time, and finally convincing himself to send the letters. Only after the last one was sent, and he was sure Harry would figure out they were from him did his doubts come to the forefront. Then he started running scenarios through his mind, if Harry didn't return his feelings. And that's where this starts.

Even those of us who seem really strong and confident & "cheeky" end up second-guessing ourselves, and stressing about the potential ramifications. Er ... yeah. Perhaps a wee bit of my own personality crept in there ...

Can I just say… *gulps* hot!! Thanks! It's not something I've written much of, so I never know if it sounds OK or not. Whew!

Glad you liked it.