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Author: Gwen Malfoy
Title: Didn’t Want To
Pairing: Fred/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Broom fucking!
Author Notes: I just figured I’d contribute something to the HP fic world before I’m parted from my computer for a week when I go to Florida tomorrow. I’ll expect many comments when I get back!
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Fred didn’t *want* to be wholly obsessed with Draco Malfoy, but he was. He didn’t *want* to lie to all his friends about why he had a love bite on his neck. He didn’t *want* to keep things from George. He didn’t *want* to get an erection every time Draco so much as looked at him. He didn’t *want* to be enthralled with blondes…well, blondes named Draco Malfoy….but he *was*.
He certaintly didn’t *want* to be slicking Draco Malfoy’s Firebolt with strawberry-flavored lubricant while said party shifted anxiously in his pretentiously decorated chair, though he wasn’t complaining.
“Freddie,” Draco whined. “Hurry up, would you?”
“Draco,” Fred sighed. “You know I hate it when you call me that. Don’t tempt me to leave you here.” Draco scoffed.
“You wouldn’t.” He was right, of course. Fred rolled his eyes and stood.
“Turn around.” Draco scrambled up and turned in the chair, bent over the back of it. Fred could see him trembling slightly. He slid a hand down the soft skin of Draco’s back, placing the tip of the slick, shiny broomstick at his entrance. After a moment, Draco spoke.
“Freddie,” He moaned, curling his fingers in the dark green velvet draped over the chair. “Please, come on.”
Fred didn’t *want* his resolve to make Draco beg for it to break, but it did.
He slid the broom into him slowly, inch by agonizing inch, pleased when Draco whimpered and shuddered at the pressure. Fred thrust the broom in and out of him with positively torpid speed, waiting patiently for the other boy to crack. Eventually he did, after a particularly deep slide in which the unnaturally hot wood brushed his prostate for a terribly brief second.
“Fred,” He cried. “Just stop it okay?! I--”
“Really? You want me to stop? Okay.” He yanked the broom out of him. Draco bit his wrist to keep from screaming. A shudder ripped through him.
“That’s not --not what I meant and you know it, you bloody pillock.” Fred slowly circled his entrance with his fingers.
“Oh? Then what *did* you mean, love?”
“I--I….Fred, *please*, I can’t, I need--”
“Need *what*, hmm?” He asked, gently
nuzzling the back of his neck. “Do you need me to fuck you, pet?” Draco shivered.
“Yes,” He sighed, writhing under his touch.
“But I *was*, love.”
“No, I mean--I don’t--not with the--oh, God, Fred, don’t do this again--I can’t *say* it…” Fred straightened up.
“You have to tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you, Draco.” He said briskly, sliding the very tip of the broom back inside him, holding him firmly in place when he tried to push back.
“Fred,” He sobbed.
“Shh, just relax and tell me.” He whispered.
“I--I want you to--to fuck me with your--” He choked slightly. “Your cock, hard, Fred, and--” He arched his back with a gasp as Fred reached around him and wrapped his fingers around his erection. “And fast and I……” Fred smiled to himself in satisfaction and tossed the broom aside. He took hold of Draco’s slim hips and pulled him forcefully back on his cock.
“Don’t move, love.” He whispered, burying his nose for a second in Draco’s disheveled blonde hair.
Draco had to do very little to make him lose control., so within no time at all he was pulling out of him almost completely and slamming back in not quite violently, but close.
Afterwards, Draco fell asleep in his arms in the pretentiously decorated chair. And, you
know, Fred didn’t *want* to love it, didn’t *want* to love Draco.
But he *did*.
FIN
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Title: Didn’t Want To
Pairing: Fred/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Broom fucking!
Author Notes: I just figured I’d contribute something to the HP fic world before I’m parted from my computer for a week when I go to Florida tomorrow. I’ll expect many comments when I get back!
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Fred didn’t *want* to be wholly obsessed with Draco Malfoy, but he was. He didn’t *want* to lie to all his friends about why he had a love bite on his neck. He didn’t *want* to keep things from George. He didn’t *want* to get an erection every time Draco so much as looked at him. He didn’t *want* to be enthralled with blondes…well, blondes named Draco Malfoy….but he *was*.
He certaintly didn’t *want* to be slicking Draco Malfoy’s Firebolt with strawberry-flavored lubricant while said party shifted anxiously in his pretentiously decorated chair, though he wasn’t complaining.
“Freddie,” Draco whined. “Hurry up, would you?”
“Draco,” Fred sighed. “You know I hate it when you call me that. Don’t tempt me to leave you here.” Draco scoffed.
“You wouldn’t.” He was right, of course. Fred rolled his eyes and stood.
“Turn around.” Draco scrambled up and turned in the chair, bent over the back of it. Fred could see him trembling slightly. He slid a hand down the soft skin of Draco’s back, placing the tip of the slick, shiny broomstick at his entrance. After a moment, Draco spoke.
“Freddie,” He moaned, curling his fingers in the dark green velvet draped over the chair. “Please, come on.”
Fred didn’t *want* his resolve to make Draco beg for it to break, but it did.
He slid the broom into him slowly, inch by agonizing inch, pleased when Draco whimpered and shuddered at the pressure. Fred thrust the broom in and out of him with positively torpid speed, waiting patiently for the other boy to crack. Eventually he did, after a particularly deep slide in which the unnaturally hot wood brushed his prostate for a terribly brief second.
“Fred,” He cried. “Just stop it okay?! I--”
“Really? You want me to stop? Okay.” He yanked the broom out of him. Draco bit his wrist to keep from screaming. A shudder ripped through him.
“That’s not --not what I meant and you know it, you bloody pillock.” Fred slowly circled his entrance with his fingers.
“Oh? Then what *did* you mean, love?”
“I--I….Fred, *please*, I can’t, I need--”
“Need *what*, hmm?” He asked, gently
nuzzling the back of his neck. “Do you need me to fuck you, pet?” Draco shivered.
“Yes,” He sighed, writhing under his touch.
“But I *was*, love.”
“No, I mean--I don’t--not with the--oh, God, Fred, don’t do this again--I can’t *say* it…” Fred straightened up.
“You have to tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you, Draco.” He said briskly, sliding the very tip of the broom back inside him, holding him firmly in place when he tried to push back.
“Fred,” He sobbed.
“Shh, just relax and tell me.” He whispered.
“I--I want you to--to fuck me with your--” He choked slightly. “Your cock, hard, Fred, and--” He arched his back with a gasp as Fred reached around him and wrapped his fingers around his erection. “And fast and I……” Fred smiled to himself in satisfaction and tossed the broom aside. He took hold of Draco’s slim hips and pulled him forcefully back on his cock.
“Don’t move, love.” He whispered, burying his nose for a second in Draco’s disheveled blonde hair.
Draco had to do very little to make him lose control., so within no time at all he was pulling out of him almost completely and slamming back in not quite violently, but close.
Afterwards, Draco fell asleep in his arms in the pretentiously decorated chair. And, you
know, Fred didn’t *want* to love it, didn’t *want* to love Draco.
But he *did*.
FIN
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Date: 2004-08-01 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-16 11:20 am (UTC)i think im in love with your icon...
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<3 <3 <3
Date: 2004-08-01 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-03 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-09 05:20 pm (UTC)goodness
Date: 2004-11-05 12:51 pm (UTC)I don't particually like reading about the Weasleys do anything sexual but this one seems to fit Fred..the way he says he doesn't *want* to do stuff to Draco and all but just can't help it.
mmm..nice.