Eight Days a Week
Chapter 6 - Friday
"I won't meet you like this again."
"Is that some sort of threat?"
"I'm just telling you," Ron runs a hand back through his hair. "I'm tired of this. All we do is talk in circles."
"So why don't you try not talking for once."
"What?"
"You heard me. Stop trying to think everything through. Come here and show me what it is you want."
There. It's finally out on the table. "It's not that simple."
"It can be. Watch." Draco approaches Ron, vigilantly, running his hands
up the other man's chest as he stops before him, pushing him gently
back against the door. Ron lets him do it. Draco leans in close and
whispers in Ron's ear. "Want. Take. Have."
Kissing his way from earlobe to lips, Draco offers himself to Ron,
pressing their bodies together. This time, when Draco's tongue slips
into his mouth, Ron lets a small groan loose, closing his eyes and
rubbing against the warm, supple man in front of him. Ron's arms move
to encircle Draco's waist, pulling him closer against him. He rocks up
helplessly as Draco's hands slide down to his ass and squeeze. "Wait,"
Ron stops, stupidly. "What about your girlfriend?"
Draco snorts even as he mouths Ron's neck. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"What?"
"I saw you coming in here that first day and I followed you."
Ron swallows down the implications of this. "Really?"
"Really."
"Cunning little thing, aren't you," Ron breathes as Draco tongues his pulse point.
"Slytherin to the core."
"Do you always follow around former enemies, sequestering them away
into janitor's closets in order to have your wicked way with them?"
"Only on days that end in Y."
Draco worms his way into Ron's robes, underneath his shirt, so he can
rub his chest. Ron shudders as cool fingers ghost over his nipples and
pull. Without thinking, Ron drops a kiss on Draco's head. Embarrassed
at having forgotten himself, and who they are, Ron pulls back to gage
Draco's reaction but the blond-haired man is too busy licking his way
under Ron's collar to notice. Ron decides to take some initiative,
bending down to run his hands up inside Draco's robes and plunging them
into the back of his trousers.
Draco makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat, tilting his head
up to capture Ron's mouth in a deep, probing kiss. Growling with a
possessiveness he never knew he was capable of, Ron pushes himself off
the door and walks them back to the opposite wall in the tiny closet.
There's a small table there and Ron finds himself bending Draco back
over it. To his pleasant surprise, Draco seems to welcome this new
position, taking the opportunity to wrap a leg around one of Ron's.
Emboldened, Ron sweeps off the contents of the top shelf with his hand
and lifts Draco to sit on it. Draco's legs move instantly to wrap
around Ron's waist and Ron closes his eyes against the unmistakable
sensation of his miserably confined erection throbbing against Draco's.
Draco takes his cue and lowers his hands to start tugging at the
fastenings on Ron's belt. A slow eternity later, Draco dips an eager
palm inside and begins stroking Ron's cock.
The Gryffindor moans as Draco's fingers move expertly over him, somehow
knowing exactly where to linger and where to caress. Draco bites at his
bottom lip as Ron convulses into his grip, his own aching erection
still trapped mercilessly in his trousers. Ron devours Draco's mouth
the faster he's being pumped, his tongue thrusting inside in a pale
imitation of what he'd really like to be doing to the smaller man.
Gasping and quivering, Ron keens at the feeling of his abrupt release
at the hand of his childhood enemy.
The pale Slytherin makes sure his eyes are trained on Ron's as he
brings his sticky hand up to his lips and begins to clean it off with a
hungry, pink tongue. Ron's dubious control shatters at the sight and he
shoves Draco's robes up to his waist, yanking impatiently on the tie
fastening the other man's trousers. Ron growls, annoyed. Only Draco
Malfoy would wear trousers that laced up in the front. And absolutely no underwear, Ron is quick to discover.
Pulling Draco's firm and weeping dick out into the crisp air, Ron bends
over and swallows it whole. Draco bucks underneath him, fine-boned
hands moving to grasp his thick, red hair. Draco thrusts up into his
hot mouth, mindlessly, moaning loudly as Ron continues to lick and
suck. For a moment, Ron considers slapping a hand over Draco's lips -
it wouldn't do for anyone to come investigate the noise, after all -
but can't quite bring himself to do it. He enjoys the sound of the
Slytherin at his tender mercies too much.
Ron is only mildly surprised it doesn't take longer to bring Draco off.
Apparently, the sight of Ron's own orgasm took him halfway to
completion already. Ron drinks down everything Draco has to give, only
coming up for air when he's sure the blond has shuddered his last.
Draco forcefully drags Ron back up to face him, slamming his mouth
against the other man's wildly. For a moment, Ron has forgotten who he
is with as the smaller man mewls pleasurably down his throat. "Same
time tomorrow?" he hears a voice rasp as they break for oxygen.
Oh, right. This is Draco Malfoy he has in his arms. Ron ponders, briefly, why the thought doesn't disturb him more.