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bottom_dracoHas anyone noticed that out of all the many, many prozzie!Draco fics out there, Draco almost always a dirty, misused streetwalker? Has anyone ever read or written a fic where Draco is a well-kept, high-class call boy sort of prozzie?
Chapter 4: Awash In A Sea of Decadence and Determination
The phone rang in Draco’s room the next morning. Draco had spent the entire night restlessly wondering what he was going to do about his new situation.
“Hello?”
“Hi. It’s me.”
“Harry…” Draco said, his stomach flipping. “Hi.”
“I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“No, I just--wait, what are you doing home right now?”
“Ugh, it’s a long story, but I’ve sort of been suspended from work for a few days.”
“Oh,” Draco said hoarsely. He swallowed hard, hoping against hope that the conversation would end fast.
“Are you okay? You sound a bit off. Is everything alright?”
“I--Harry,” Draco sighed, his throat swelling. “There’s something I think I have to tell you.”
“What? Is it bad?” Draco gave a choked laugh.
“You might say that. I--I went out last night to some--well, no, I mean, I--I might do some things while I’m here.”
“Uh, Draco, you’re not making any sense.”
“I think that I--I might cheat on you.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.
“What do you mean, you might cheat on me? You either do or you don’t--wait, why would you even tell me that?”
“Because I wanted to be honest!”
“Well, don’t be! Now I’ve got two weeks to think about you over there fucking someone else while I--”
“I said I might! I didn’t say I would!”
“You can’t might! I don’t--why would it even occur to you? Is this what you’re like? The second you’re alone, you go off prowling for someone else?!”
“Harry, no! I just wanted you to know so that if I did, it--well, it wouldn’t be so much of a shock, I guess.”
“You have got the stupidest logic of anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Well, it’s not like I’m going to actively try to. I mean, obviously I don’t want to--”
“Of course you do, or else we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. And you can’t cheat on someone without actively trying to. It’s not like an accident or something.”
“Sometimes things just happen.”
“Do they ‘just happen’ when they happen to you? When it’s you who’s getting cheated on, are you as complacent as you seem to be expecting me to be?”
“I’m not expecting you to be complacent! I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be, I just didn’t want this to turn into some ugly, secret thing.” There was utter silence on the other end for several moments.
“Well, I hope things are going well.” Harry said finally, harshly, and the line went dead.
**********************************
“I really don’t what to make of you sometimes, Draco.” Max said, rolling his eyes an hour later after the other boy had told him the whole story. “You’re like a special brand of idiot, I swear.”
“You can berate me later--just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
“Well, the way I see it is that now that you’ve told Harry that you might cheat on him, he’s pretty much going to assume that you did no matter what you say, so you might as well just do it now.”
“But--really?”
“Yeah. I mean, the damage is done, you may as well just do it. You’ll cheat on him like you said you would, he’ll get royally miffed and cheat on you, and then you’ll be even. Not very healthy, but even. But, I mean, really Draco, aren’t you past the compulsive need to cheat yet?”
“I don’t have a compulsive need to cheat, I just really like Benji.”
“Well, I really like George Michael, but am I trying to sleep with him? No.”
“Well, yeah, but what would an 80s sex god and pop star want with you?”
“Fuck you! I could get George Michael!”
“Yeah, in your dreams.”
“Look, whether or not I could get George Michael is not the point, though I could. The point is that things are crashed anyway, so you might as well just sleep with Benji, tell Harry when you get back and hope things turn out alright.”
“And if Harry never speaks to me again, can I blame it on you?”
“You probably will anyway, so sure.”
***************************
Harry was facing endless inner turmoil.
He had spent several hours alternating between missing Draco so badly that it hurt and icily deciding that he was never going to see the other boy ever again. He was tortured by thoughts of him in America with someone else while Harry sat at home, waiting.
Putting an Angelfish record on repeat, Harry sank into the couch with a scowl.
It wasn’t fair. He and Draco had a unique relationship and the always had; why should anyone else interest him now that he had Harry?
He was probably across the sea, stretched out on his back for someone else. The thought turned Harry’s stomach.
Well, Harry told himself firmly, he certainly wasn’t just going to take this lying down. If this was the way Draco wanted to do absences, then two could play that game.
*************************
That night, Benji called Draco and asked if he wanted to come down to the studio and write with him.
“It’d be just us, though.” He added, with just enough lasciviousness to get his point across loud and clear to Draco. Draco had to consider for a few moments before deciding to throw caution to the wind.
“Sure. I’ll be there in half in hour.”
***************************
Two hours later, they were drunk again and Draco knew how the night was going to end.
Benji’s knees pressed against his thighs as Draco slumped over the sound board.
“I’ve had sex in a recording studio before.”
“I’m sure you have,” Benji murmured, running a hand over his back. He pulled Draco up towards him. “How do you feel?”
“I feel excellent. Never better.” Draco answered, sliding his chair a little closer.
“That’s good,” Benji muttered, leaning over and pressing his lips against the other boy’s. A part of Draco was stubbornly screaming that this was an awful idea, but to him, it seemed like the voice was on the other side if an ocean of liquor and loneliness. Moaning, he wound his arms around Benji’s neck.
Benji pushed him back to lay on the sound board. (Draco faintly noted that they were probably seriously fucking up the settings.) Draco wrapped his legs around Benji’s waist, arching his back to grind their erections together. They ripped at each other’s clothes until Draco’s jeans had been discarded to some corner and Benji’s Dickie’s were around his ankles.
Benji slid two fingers into him, pulling back in surprise when he found that the other boy was already well-prepped.
“Vibrator.” Draco answered shortly. Benji smirked at him briefly before leaning over him and thrusting in. The blonde let out a throaty moan that sent shivers up Benji’s spine. He laced his fingers with Draco’s and began to move.
Draco arched and moaned his way through the night, but Harry lingered at the back his mind through it all.
******************************
When Harry got back to work a few days later, he was on the prowl.
While he had had to think long and hard about whether or not he was doing the right thing, he was now thoroughly convinced that Draco should be able to get as good as he gave and that at least this way they’d be even.
The whole day, he ran through potential partners.
Blaise was out obviously, because Harry hated him with the burning heat of a thousand suns. Colin was out because he was--well, creepy. Marcus Flint was out because not only was he rather slimy, but he was also (miraculously) taken by Oliver Wood.
The other person this left was Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Justin was not what one would call nice, but he was funny, and he was pretty hot to boot, with the added plus of being (allegedly) very easy.
Harry ‘casually’ ran into him late the next night in one of the office supply rooms. Justin was inspecting the boxes that were piled high, searching for something.
“Hi, Justin. Bit late, innit?”
“Oh, you know me, Harry--I never quit until the job is done.” He said with a wink, and bent over to pull one of the boxes out. Harry smirked vaguely to himself and watched. “What about you? Isn’t it perhaps time to run home and call your boyfriend?”
“I’m sure Draco’ll be fine without my calling him.” Harry said, leaning against the door and surreptitiously closing it.
“Oh?” Justin intoned faintly, looking over his shoulder at Harry with renewed interest.
“Mmm-hmm--we have a very--open relationship.” Justin stood up slowly, his eyes steady on Harry’s. He licked his lips. Harry’s mouth curled into a smile.
Apparently, the allegations were correct, because that night, he fucked Justin on Blaise Zabini’s desk.
***********************
“I had your permission.”
“Draco, I told you to sleep with him once, not to sleep with him on a regular basis for a week and then seduce his brother!”
“I didn’t seduce him, he just likes me.”
“Does he?” Max asked with a scowl. “I wonder why?”
“Look, I just came to ask you what you thought of the situation. I mean, Benji’s pretty laid back, but I can’t imagine he’d appreciate me having sex with his brother. Max glared at him.
“You should just stop thinking of it right bloody now. I can’t even believe you’d consider taking advantage of Joel’s confusion like that.”
“He came to me.” Max gave him an unpleasant smile.
“And now he’ll come for you, because we both know you’ll do whatever you feel like. I could warn you away from a bloody bear trap in a volcano and you’d still go if you felt like it.”
“Should I talk to Benji about it first?”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Just try to practice some bloody discretion for once.”
“You mean the way you and Lance do?” Draco snapped, beginning to get annoyed with Max’s disapproval. Max gave him a hard look.
“Well, Lance and I aren’t cheating on anyone who loves us, are we?” Draco’s stomach turned at the words.
“Never mind.” He said angrily. “I’m sorry I even bloody asked.”
************
In the end, Draco decided not to risk his already shaky moral relationship ground and kept firmly away from Joel, and, in fact, the entire band, for a grand total of five days.
He instead spent those five days with his own band, writing and recording furiously. Strangely, it almost felt like he was getting reacquainted with his band mates, despite the fact that he saw them every day. He could sense a strange shift within their dynamic, and in his more paranoid moments, he wondered if things had been like this before Christopher had split.
He talked to Harry every night. It was almost as if they had never had their disastrous cheating conversation, and while Draco was loathe to bring it up, he wondered if it was because they were, in fact, even.
The situation, altogether, was nice, as well as vaguely familiar. It was almost, Draco thought, like being normal again.
But this blissful feeling could not last long.
On day six, Draco was in his room after a long day in the studio, when Benji called.
“Hi, Draco. What’s up?” Draco bit his lip.
“Nothing. You?”
“I’m cool. Where ya been the past few days?”
“Just been trying to get some work done.”
“Oh. You got some time to kill? You wanna come hang out with me and Joel?” Draco’s heart skipped a beat. He could hear Joel in the background.
“I don’t think so.” There was a moment’s pause.
“Hold on a second, okay?” There was some rustling and the sound of a door closing. “Look, Draco, what is up with you that made you freak out and disappear?”
“I just--I told you I have a boyfriend, right?”
“That didn’t seem to be bothering you before.” Draco winced.
“I just don’t think I should do anything else to hurt him.”
“A little late for that, don’t you think? Besides, I told you I liked your company, didn’t I? And I said that Joel was gonna be here, so it’s not like anything much is gonna happen, right? I think you can risk it.”
“I--”
“Just come over, okay? I miss you. See you in half an hour?” Draco heaved a frustrated sigh.
“Fine, I guess so.”
“Excellent.” The line went dead.
This doesn't make me want to kill myself, but it doesn't thrill me. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking by writing Good Charlotte into the story. Oh, yeah, I remember: I was thinking, "I like twincest." I would have been better off writing Ville Vallo into it--but hindsight is 20/20. The sooner I get S.S. RPS back to England, the better.
Chapter 4: Awash In A Sea of Decadence and Determination
The phone rang in Draco’s room the next morning. Draco had spent the entire night restlessly wondering what he was going to do about his new situation.
“Hello?”
“Hi. It’s me.”
“Harry…” Draco said, his stomach flipping. “Hi.”
“I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“No, I just--wait, what are you doing home right now?”
“Ugh, it’s a long story, but I’ve sort of been suspended from work for a few days.”
“Oh,” Draco said hoarsely. He swallowed hard, hoping against hope that the conversation would end fast.
“Are you okay? You sound a bit off. Is everything alright?”
“I--Harry,” Draco sighed, his throat swelling. “There’s something I think I have to tell you.”
“What? Is it bad?” Draco gave a choked laugh.
“You might say that. I--I went out last night to some--well, no, I mean, I--I might do some things while I’m here.”
“Uh, Draco, you’re not making any sense.”
“I think that I--I might cheat on you.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.
“What do you mean, you might cheat on me? You either do or you don’t--wait, why would you even tell me that?”
“Because I wanted to be honest!”
“Well, don’t be! Now I’ve got two weeks to think about you over there fucking someone else while I--”
“I said I might! I didn’t say I would!”
“You can’t might! I don’t--why would it even occur to you? Is this what you’re like? The second you’re alone, you go off prowling for someone else?!”
“Harry, no! I just wanted you to know so that if I did, it--well, it wouldn’t be so much of a shock, I guess.”
“You have got the stupidest logic of anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Well, it’s not like I’m going to actively try to. I mean, obviously I don’t want to--”
“Of course you do, or else we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. And you can’t cheat on someone without actively trying to. It’s not like an accident or something.”
“Sometimes things just happen.”
“Do they ‘just happen’ when they happen to you? When it’s you who’s getting cheated on, are you as complacent as you seem to be expecting me to be?”
“I’m not expecting you to be complacent! I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be, I just didn’t want this to turn into some ugly, secret thing.” There was utter silence on the other end for several moments.
“Well, I hope things are going well.” Harry said finally, harshly, and the line went dead.
**********************************
“I really don’t what to make of you sometimes, Draco.” Max said, rolling his eyes an hour later after the other boy had told him the whole story. “You’re like a special brand of idiot, I swear.”
“You can berate me later--just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
“Well, the way I see it is that now that you’ve told Harry that you might cheat on him, he’s pretty much going to assume that you did no matter what you say, so you might as well just do it now.”
“But--really?”
“Yeah. I mean, the damage is done, you may as well just do it. You’ll cheat on him like you said you would, he’ll get royally miffed and cheat on you, and then you’ll be even. Not very healthy, but even. But, I mean, really Draco, aren’t you past the compulsive need to cheat yet?”
“I don’t have a compulsive need to cheat, I just really like Benji.”
“Well, I really like George Michael, but am I trying to sleep with him? No.”
“Well, yeah, but what would an 80s sex god and pop star want with you?”
“Fuck you! I could get George Michael!”
“Yeah, in your dreams.”
“Look, whether or not I could get George Michael is not the point, though I could. The point is that things are crashed anyway, so you might as well just sleep with Benji, tell Harry when you get back and hope things turn out alright.”
“And if Harry never speaks to me again, can I blame it on you?”
“You probably will anyway, so sure.”
***************************
Harry was facing endless inner turmoil.
He had spent several hours alternating between missing Draco so badly that it hurt and icily deciding that he was never going to see the other boy ever again. He was tortured by thoughts of him in America with someone else while Harry sat at home, waiting.
Putting an Angelfish record on repeat, Harry sank into the couch with a scowl.
It wasn’t fair. He and Draco had a unique relationship and the always had; why should anyone else interest him now that he had Harry?
He was probably across the sea, stretched out on his back for someone else. The thought turned Harry’s stomach.
Well, Harry told himself firmly, he certainly wasn’t just going to take this lying down. If this was the way Draco wanted to do absences, then two could play that game.
*************************
That night, Benji called Draco and asked if he wanted to come down to the studio and write with him.
“It’d be just us, though.” He added, with just enough lasciviousness to get his point across loud and clear to Draco. Draco had to consider for a few moments before deciding to throw caution to the wind.
“Sure. I’ll be there in half in hour.”
***************************
Two hours later, they were drunk again and Draco knew how the night was going to end.
Benji’s knees pressed against his thighs as Draco slumped over the sound board.
“I’ve had sex in a recording studio before.”
“I’m sure you have,” Benji murmured, running a hand over his back. He pulled Draco up towards him. “How do you feel?”
“I feel excellent. Never better.” Draco answered, sliding his chair a little closer.
“That’s good,” Benji muttered, leaning over and pressing his lips against the other boy’s. A part of Draco was stubbornly screaming that this was an awful idea, but to him, it seemed like the voice was on the other side if an ocean of liquor and loneliness. Moaning, he wound his arms around Benji’s neck.
Benji pushed him back to lay on the sound board. (Draco faintly noted that they were probably seriously fucking up the settings.) Draco wrapped his legs around Benji’s waist, arching his back to grind their erections together. They ripped at each other’s clothes until Draco’s jeans had been discarded to some corner and Benji’s Dickie’s were around his ankles.
Benji slid two fingers into him, pulling back in surprise when he found that the other boy was already well-prepped.
“Vibrator.” Draco answered shortly. Benji smirked at him briefly before leaning over him and thrusting in. The blonde let out a throaty moan that sent shivers up Benji’s spine. He laced his fingers with Draco’s and began to move.
Draco arched and moaned his way through the night, but Harry lingered at the back his mind through it all.
******************************
When Harry got back to work a few days later, he was on the prowl.
While he had had to think long and hard about whether or not he was doing the right thing, he was now thoroughly convinced that Draco should be able to get as good as he gave and that at least this way they’d be even.
The whole day, he ran through potential partners.
Blaise was out obviously, because Harry hated him with the burning heat of a thousand suns. Colin was out because he was--well, creepy. Marcus Flint was out because not only was he rather slimy, but he was also (miraculously) taken by Oliver Wood.
The other person this left was Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Justin was not what one would call nice, but he was funny, and he was pretty hot to boot, with the added plus of being (allegedly) very easy.
Harry ‘casually’ ran into him late the next night in one of the office supply rooms. Justin was inspecting the boxes that were piled high, searching for something.
“Hi, Justin. Bit late, innit?”
“Oh, you know me, Harry--I never quit until the job is done.” He said with a wink, and bent over to pull one of the boxes out. Harry smirked vaguely to himself and watched. “What about you? Isn’t it perhaps time to run home and call your boyfriend?”
“I’m sure Draco’ll be fine without my calling him.” Harry said, leaning against the door and surreptitiously closing it.
“Oh?” Justin intoned faintly, looking over his shoulder at Harry with renewed interest.
“Mmm-hmm--we have a very--open relationship.” Justin stood up slowly, his eyes steady on Harry’s. He licked his lips. Harry’s mouth curled into a smile.
Apparently, the allegations were correct, because that night, he fucked Justin on Blaise Zabini’s desk.
***********************
“I had your permission.”
“Draco, I told you to sleep with him once, not to sleep with him on a regular basis for a week and then seduce his brother!”
“I didn’t seduce him, he just likes me.”
“Does he?” Max asked with a scowl. “I wonder why?”
“Look, I just came to ask you what you thought of the situation. I mean, Benji’s pretty laid back, but I can’t imagine he’d appreciate me having sex with his brother. Max glared at him.
“You should just stop thinking of it right bloody now. I can’t even believe you’d consider taking advantage of Joel’s confusion like that.”
“He came to me.” Max gave him an unpleasant smile.
“And now he’ll come for you, because we both know you’ll do whatever you feel like. I could warn you away from a bloody bear trap in a volcano and you’d still go if you felt like it.”
“Should I talk to Benji about it first?”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Just try to practice some bloody discretion for once.”
“You mean the way you and Lance do?” Draco snapped, beginning to get annoyed with Max’s disapproval. Max gave him a hard look.
“Well, Lance and I aren’t cheating on anyone who loves us, are we?” Draco’s stomach turned at the words.
“Never mind.” He said angrily. “I’m sorry I even bloody asked.”
************
In the end, Draco decided not to risk his already shaky moral relationship ground and kept firmly away from Joel, and, in fact, the entire band, for a grand total of five days.
He instead spent those five days with his own band, writing and recording furiously. Strangely, it almost felt like he was getting reacquainted with his band mates, despite the fact that he saw them every day. He could sense a strange shift within their dynamic, and in his more paranoid moments, he wondered if things had been like this before Christopher had split.
He talked to Harry every night. It was almost as if they had never had their disastrous cheating conversation, and while Draco was loathe to bring it up, he wondered if it was because they were, in fact, even.
The situation, altogether, was nice, as well as vaguely familiar. It was almost, Draco thought, like being normal again.
But this blissful feeling could not last long.
On day six, Draco was in his room after a long day in the studio, when Benji called.
“Hi, Draco. What’s up?” Draco bit his lip.
“Nothing. You?”
“I’m cool. Where ya been the past few days?”
“Just been trying to get some work done.”
“Oh. You got some time to kill? You wanna come hang out with me and Joel?” Draco’s heart skipped a beat. He could hear Joel in the background.
“I don’t think so.” There was a moment’s pause.
“Hold on a second, okay?” There was some rustling and the sound of a door closing. “Look, Draco, what is up with you that made you freak out and disappear?”
“I just--I told you I have a boyfriend, right?”
“That didn’t seem to be bothering you before.” Draco winced.
“I just don’t think I should do anything else to hurt him.”
“A little late for that, don’t you think? Besides, I told you I liked your company, didn’t I? And I said that Joel was gonna be here, so it’s not like anything much is gonna happen, right? I think you can risk it.”
“I--”
“Just come over, okay? I miss you. See you in half an hour?” Draco heaved a frustrated sigh.
“Fine, I guess so.”
“Excellent.” The line went dead.
This doesn't make me want to kill myself, but it doesn't thrill me. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking by writing Good Charlotte into the story. Oh, yeah, I remember: I was thinking, "I like twincest." I would have been better off writing Ville Vallo into it--but hindsight is 20/20. The sooner I get S.S. RPS back to England, the better.
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Date: 2004-04-23 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-23 05:40 pm (UTC)http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=3201
It's a sequel, btw!
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Date: 2004-04-23 10:03 pm (UTC)If I wasn't so tired, I could probably even link them...
I wanna!
Date: 2004-04-25 12:42 pm (UTC)Anyway, it doesn´t make sense for someone with Draco´s upbringing to lowersç himself to a cockroach filled place. I read one but I just can´t remember...
Well. Anyone that has links, send them over.
Wonderful story, by the way