bottom_draco

Hi, I'm new to this group and I come with a gift. My recent fic of my fav slash pair, Draco and Blaise. Long live the Slytherin Slashy Sex.

Title: I think I'd Like To

Rating: NC-17

Pair: Draco/Blaise

Disclaimer: JK created them. I make them naughty.

Disclaimer 2: This was inspired by the series premier of Queer As Folk. If you've seen the episode, you may recognize some parellels. I've just put it into words and put a HP character spin on it.

Draco Malfoy was nervous. And Malfoys don’t get nervous. Tonight was a big deal. He still couldn’t believe he was about to do it. Somehow, he knew it would change his life.

Married Pureblood wizard, Draco Malfoy, was away on business. His job had him leaving his pretty little wife at home for at least one weekend a month for the past three years. During those one weekend a month for the past three year’s trips, he had been doing research. Lots of reading books and magazines, and really, anything he could get his hands on. Figuratively speaking, of course. It had all been researching the theory. Tonight, it was time for the practical.

As he paid his cover charge and walked into the darkened building, Draco’s nervousness grew. Oh, how it grew. He was soon assaulted with loud thumping music and flashing lights. And men. Many, many men.

Dear Merlin, what am I doing? Draco thought as he walked further into the Muggle dance club.

The gay Muggle dance club.

In the straight wizarding world, Draco Malfoy was normally a calm, collected and extremely confident man. This evening, he was anything but. He tried to walk smoothly and sexily over to the bar, but it took everything in him not to run out of that club, screaming his bloody head off. That club, with its loud music and flashing lights. And men.

He ordered three shots and quickly downed them. The bartender - the cute as all hell bartender - smiled knowingly. He prepared Draco his martini and winked as he handed it to him. Draco silently thanked Merlin that the club was dark so that the faint pink tinge on his cheeks couldn’t be seen. Malfoy don’t blush. Right. Then again, Malfoys weren’t attracted to men. Right?

Draco leaned against the bar and surveyed the dance floor. He suddenly felt rather inadequate. Draco always figured himself an attractive man; it was what the ladies told him all the time. Then again, he usually wasn’t surrounded by so many beautiful looking men when they said so. He had read somewhere once that the men that went to these clubs took great pride in their bodies and their appearances. He never realized just how much until he saw the multitude of finely toned bodies that moved ever so seductively on the dance floor. It nearly made him hard, just looking out at the sea of gorgeous.

It wasn’t that he looked bad that night. He had taken great care in choosing his outfit; the tight designer blue jeans that he knew hugged his cute little arse, and the tight black shirt that pulled gauntly over his chest. His hair, as always, hung in blond locks that framed his face. His lips pouted just enough to be deemed kissable.

He was much too short and too skinny, that’s what his problem was. Scrawny and rail thin. His abdomen was flat and didn’t have those beautiful muscles that the men here seemed to be sporting. He was seriously considering leaving when someone grabbed his cute little arse.

Well, at least he had that going for him.

It gave him the confidence to stay in the club, and he slowly circled the dance floor. More than once, he caught men openly ogling him. It was a bit disconcerting and did nothing to calm the butterflies in his stomach, but it was strangely exciting at the same time. His eyes searched the walls of the building. He was looking for one thing in particular, and finally he saw the door.

To the Back Room.

Inhaling a deep breath, Draco entered the Back Room. Even though he had never thought it impossible, it was darker in there than it had been in the main part of the club. From above, a very subtle blue light shone dimly, casting just enough light to make the room oddly erotic. As he continued walking, his senses were getting an overload. The sounds of moans, the touch of hands grabbing his arse, the taste of someone briefly pressing their lips against his, the smell of sex, and the sight of men doing things he’d only read in his books and seen in his dreams.

Draco pressed himself against a wall, eyes wide as he looked around him. It was too much. He shouldn’t have come. To the club, that was. It was too overwhelming, he was an idiot for thinking he could do this. He turned to leave when he felt an arm snake around his waist from behind. Draco froze in spot when a light whisper tickled his ear.

“Cute arse you got there.”

The voice was soft. The voice was smooth. The voice was…familiar.

Draco spun around, aware of the arm that still encircled his waist, and looked up into the eyes that belonged to his past.

“Blaise?”

Blaise chuckled lowly. “You’re the last ex-Slytherin I ever expected to find here.”

“Why are you here?” Draco’s shaking voice asked.

“I imagine the same reason that you are,” Blaise said as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip and looked Draco up and down. “You’re a newbie, aren’t you?”

Draco didn’t have a chance to answer - not that he wanted to - because a very, very hot man walked up to Blaise and whispered in his ear. Blaise only grinned sexily, and looked at Draco. The man leaned over and whispered into Draco’s ear. Draco’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. He struggled out of Blaise’s clutch and escaped out of the Back Room as fast as he could.

He was weaving in and out of the dancers on the floor when a hand firmly grasped his wrist. He tried to tug his hand free of it, but saw that Blaise wasn’t about to let him go.

“You really are new,” Blaise said into his ear to be heard over the music. “Come on, let me get you out of here.”

Draco allowed himself to be pulled out of the club and lead to one of those Muggle automobiles. He wondered what Blaise did for a living that would require him to have it, but didn’t bother to ask.

“My hotel is on 54th street,” Draco muttered.

Blaise flashed him a winning smile. “Come and see my place, Draco. We can have a couple of drinks and catch up. You need to calm down and relax.”

Draco just stared out the window but didn’t protest. It was oddly comforting, to be with someone he knew, even though they hadn’t seen each other since Hogwarts, nearly a decade ago. Finally, the car stopped and Draco was lead up a flight of stairs. Blaise lead him into a loft, which was large and open, and incredibly stylish. It was clearly Muggle and again, Draco wondered what the hell was going on but didn’t bother to ask. He was easily distracted by Blaise who had pulled his shirt over his head and flung it onto his sofa. Blaise saw Draco staring at him and smiled.

“It was sweaty,” he said as he leaned against the back of the couch and took of his shoes and socks.

Draco hovered near the door, wondering what he should do. He was so tempted to leave - the sight of Blaise was enough to drive him mad, especially that beautiful olive skin encasing a wonderfully toned body. Blaise’s black pants loosely on his hips, revealing a fully developed and muscular abdomen, and deeply cut pelvic bones. Draco was too busy staring at him to realize that he was being spoken to.

“Draco!” Blaise said loudly, causing the blond to look up, “would you like something to drink?”

“No,” Draco said as he shook his head and looked away.

“Are you going to step away from the door?”

Draco glanced up and saw that Blaise was only standing about six feet away from him. “I…I don’t know.”

“Are you going to come in? Are you going to go? Or are you going to stay?” Blaise asked him, smiling with ease.

“I think I’d like to…” Draco started to say but trailed off as he stared at Blaise.

Blaise had undone the top button of his trousers and slipped down the zipper, revealing a patch of curly black hair. With out breaking eye contact with Draco, he slide his trousers down and stepped out of them, throwing them to the side. He stood upright and grinned at Draco, his arms thrown out wide. Draco stared at the beautiful man in his naked glory.

“Or are you going to stay and then come?”

Draco stepped forward toward Blaise, as if being pulled like a magnet. He stopped right in front of Blaise and stared into those crystal blue eyes. His own grey ones flickered down to the smirking lips, and he couldn’t resist the urge any longer. He tipped on his toes and leaned forward, softly brushed his own against them. He felt a hand press firmly against the back of his head and the other mouth to explore his. He opened his lips slightly and immediately felt a tongue slip past them. It caressed the top of his mouth, ran over his teeth, and messaged his tongue. Soon, the pair of tongues were exploring each other, fast and quick.

Blaise’s other hand slipped down to the hem of Draco’s shirt and pulled upward. Draco broke the kiss and lifted his arms, the shirt brought up and over, and discarded to the side. Draco quickly slipped his arms around Blaise’s neck, and pressed his body against the other. Blaise’s hands dropped down to the waist band of Draco’s trousers and expertly unzipped them. He slipped one of his hands in and grabbed Draco’s member.

Draco jerked his head back and gasped. He closed his eyes and let his head fall backwards. He could feel Blaise press his lips against the exposed neck, sucking and nibbling. He removed his hands from Draco’s pants, and Draco felt himself feeling slightly disappointed. Until he heard Blaise’s next words.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Very shortly later, Draco was naked on Blaise’s bed. Blaise was straddling Draco and stroking him. Draco arched his back, pressing his head against the pillows, and clutched the sheets that were at his sides.

“Don’t come,” Blaise commanded.

“Stop,” Draco breathed as he reached up and placed a hand over the one that was stoking him. Blaise smirked down at him, but listened to the request.

Draco lay there with his eyes closed, panting, trying to calm down. He felt lips press against his stomach and slowly move their way up his stomach, kissing and sucking. He felt teeth bite gently on his left nipple and a tongue flick over it, and then performed the same task on the right one. Then the lips continued their path and finally ended up sucking on his ear lobe.

“Are you sure?” came the sexy voice.

Draco kept his eyes closed and only nodded. He didn’t think he was even capable of forming words at the moment.

“Excellent. Roll over.”

Draco’s entire body tensed up. Maybe he wasn’t sure. Maybe this was all too scary for him. Maybe he shouldn’t be doing it.

“It’s alright,” Blaise purred. “Trust me.”

Draco’s eyes flew open and searched the blue ones piercing into him. It was enough to convince him, and he rolled over.

Blaise straddled him and kissed his shoulder blade, then dragged his tongue slowly and deliberately down Draco’s spine. Draco propped himself up on his elbows and craned his neck, trying to see over his shoulder. While he couldn‘t see anything properly, he could feel two hands firmly grab his buttocks and fingers start to massage it. The tongue had reached the bottom of his spine, sliding down between his bum cheeks, and paused for only a moment. Suddenly, a warm wetness circled around his anus, and then entered in only a very little bit. Draco moaned and placed his forehead down onto this clenched fists. Within mere minutes, sweat was covering his entire body and he was groaning from the back of his throat. Blaise removed his tongue from Draco’s bum and dragged it back up his spine, causing him to involuntarily shudder. Blaise chuckled as he placed a kiss at the base of Draco’s neck and leaned over to grab something off the night stand. Blaise moved back to the bottom half of the bed.

Draco gasped loudly as he felt one lubricated finger penetrate into him, moving slowly in and out. He groaned as a second, and then a third, was inserted, moving in and out, stretching him, getting him ready.

“Roll over. I want to see you,” Blaise said, his voice low and husky. Draco did so, and Blaise moved himself between Draco’s legs. He grabbed Draco’s ankles and lifted them. “Place them on my shoulders,” he instructed. As Draco did so, Blaise scooted forward and he could feel the other mans hardened cock press up against his bum.

Blaise leaned down and placed a hand on either side of Draco. He lightly brushed his lips against Draco’s. “This will hurt. I’ll go as slow as I can. It’ll get better as it goes on.”

“Okay,” Draco whispered, keeping his eyes closed.

He felt the head of Blaise’s cock making its presence known at the opening of Draco’s hole. Slowly, he pushed forward a little, penetrating Draco. Draco whimpered in pain and gasped as Blaise pulled out slowly. Pain shot throughout his entire body, and his nails dug deep into Blaise’s shoulders Blaise re-entered slowly, pushing a bit deeper than the time before, and pulled out. He repeated the action four more times, pushing a little deeper each time. Each time hurt, although a bit less than the time before. Finally, Blaise grunted and thrust forward, impaling Draco with the whole of his thick cock.

Draco was about to scream with his entire being when he was silenced by Blaise’s mouth capturing his in a passionate kiss. Blaise moved slowly at first, then quickened his pace. Draco moaned softly as he felt Blaise’s hand encircle and grasp his cock, tugging on it in time with his own thrusts. It did not take long for Draco to come, squirting himself all over Blaise’s hand. Blaise thrust harder and faster, moaning Draco’s name. With one final grunt, Blaise arched his back and spilled his seed into Draco.

As Blaise collapsed on top of him, he moved his legs from Blaise’s shoulders and encircled them around Blaise‘s waist, hugging their bodies close. Blaise lay there, trying to catch his breath, and with a final kiss on his chest, rolled off of Draco. Draco remained in his position, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch his own breath.

Blaise lay on his side, facing Draco, but with his eyes closed. “You can stay, if you want. Or go. It’s your choice.”

Draco rolled over to his side to face Blaise. He placed a hand on Blaise’s sweat glistened chest, and slid his hand downward. Blaise’s eyes flew open as a hand cupped his spent cock.

“I think I’d like to stay. And then come.”