traintracks

Title: Collision
Author:

traintracks
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x4
For:

mmom day 8,

draco100. Prompt: Caught in the act. Hogwarts Era Smackdown!
Summary: Beating it in the bathroom.

Malfoy finds him about to rub one off into the urinal. Harry should have picked a stall, but he was sort of in a hurry. It’s been springing up way too often lately, and he just wanted to be done with it and not be late to Herbology.

But there’s Draco, stopped short just inside the door, and Harry freezes with his hand around his big, jutting dick. He expects a disgusted sneer, maybe a hex – at the very least a humiliating story spread round school.

Instead, Draco reaches into his robe, eyes dropping from Harry’s face to his cock.

…

He doesn’t pull himself out, but Harry can see the slow movement of his hand inside the robe. Harry strokes himself once more, watching, and he hears Draco’s trembling inhale. Harry finds his eyes again, and they look at each other. Then Harry turns back toward the urinal; it’s not a rejection – it should be a rejection – but it’s not. It’s more an invitation, and Harry knows it.

He hears Draco come closer, feels his presence at his side. Harry shifts his eyes over to watch Draco take himself out and start to stroke it at the neighboring urinal.

…

Draco’s cock isn’t as thick as Harry’s, but it’s long. It’s so red it’s almost purple. Harry blinks up for just a moment to see that Draco is staring at his cock, examining it, too. Draco’s breath is short. They’re quiet. Draco’s hand twists around his cock, and Harry mimics the motion. Draco bites his lip and starts to come – pale, shiny ropes of jizz. He’s whimpering. Whimpering. Harry jacks it three more times and then shoots, his head dropping back, mouth open, unable to stop the throaty groan.

They catch their breath. Draco puts himself away and flushes.

…

Harry notices Draco taking one last sidelong look at Harry’s cock before he turns to wash his hands. Harry tucks back in and then washes up, too. They don’t meet each other’s eyes. They don’t acknowledge the other one’s presence. They turn to leave, heads and eyes down, and their hands collide at the doorknob. Draco snatches his away with a hiss.

Harry goes through first, and Draco quickly walks the opposite direction. Harry looks at his hand – the same one that brought him off under Draco’s gaze.

Touching his, Draco’s fingers, so pale and cold-looking, had been warm.