Fic: Footloose
Today I went to the theatre and a little plot bunny hopped across the stage. I’ve wanted to write H/D Goes To The Theatre for some time, but the plot never seemed to work until now. What follows might be considered a songfic (whatever that means) and uses jamie2109’s AWDT prompt ”It’s a beautiful feeling". Unfortunately it is way over the 500 word limit but *shrugs*.
Warning NC-17, public sex-type stuff and musicals. Unbeta-ed ... any mistakes are mine.
Footloose
Draco Malfoy had been to the theatre many times in his youth. It was part of his parents’ social scene and if there was one thing important to the Malfoys, it was being seen at all the most prestigious occasions. He had been dragged along to more opening nights and premieres than he cared to remember, but his mother and father had taught him well, and he was a model child behaving just as one of his pure-blood status should.
It helped that most of the time he enjoyed what he had to endure and he still found great pleasure in not only going to the theatre but trying to get Harry to appreciate the experience as well.
The closest thing to a live theatrical performance that Harry had previously seen was some dire school play in which, apparently, Dudley Dursley had taken a leading role. But theatre -- real theatre -- had turned into a passion for him once Draco started taking him. Harry loved just about everything from high opera to comedy to plays, and Draco took great delight in encouraging that passion.
Which was why they were currently in a box at the theatre watching something called Footloose the Musical. Harry was sitting on the edge of his seat, leaning forward to rest his arms along the top of the box, a smile of enjoyment on his face. He would occasionally turn to make a comment or to open his mouth to let Draco pop another chocolate in, but his attention was fixed on the singers and dancers below.
Draco was enjoying the show, but as always, his attention was fixated on Harry. He took pleasure from watching Harry’s delight, from seeing that familiar face so expressive, and he’d been half-hard from his lover’s expression since the musical had started.
He leaned close to Harry’s ear, his whisper audible over the sound of the orchestra as it struck up another number. “It’s a beautiful feeling.”
Harry turned a little, just enough to answer but his green eyes were still fixed on the stage. “What is?”
“Watching you.” Draco’s hand slithered into Harry’s lap and cupped his flaccid penis through the material of his trousers. Harry jumped a little in surprise and Draco licked briefly at an earlobe before cooing the words of the current musical number. “Where have all the good men gone?” He squeezed and rubbed at the hardening length. “And where are all the gods?”
“Draco!” Harry hissed as he pushed half-heartedly at the hand groping at him. “Don’t ... not here ... there are people.”
“Where’s the street-wise Hercules.” Even in the dim lighting of the auditorium Draco could make out the delightful flush on the other man’s cheeks. He loved that look, which was a cross between awkwardness and desire, craved it as it made his own cock harden even more. To make Harry come in this place, with hundreds of people so close.
“To fight the rising odds?" Sliding from his chair, Draco moved with expert ease between Harry’s legs. His lover was still leaning forward and even if anyone in the audience could see into the darkness of the box, Draco was effectively sheltered in Harry’s shadow.
He reached for Harry’s trousers, deftly unsnapped the button and pulled down the zip. The hard length sprang free and he took it quickly into his mouth.
I need a hero
He hummed around his mouthful in time with the music, one hand on Harry’s hip to keep him on his chair.
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
Harry’s groan was hidden by the music as one hand fisted into Draco’s hair and he spread his thighs as far apart as possible. Draco sucked hard, the flat of his tongue curling around Harry’s erection as he pulled back until only the head was held inside his mouth.
He’s gotta be strong
Draco let the tip of his tongue play for a moment against the little slit before swirling it around the heavy head and taking the whole length back into his mouth again.
And he’s gotta be fast
Harry bucked forward as Draco’s free hand slipped into his boxers and cupped his balls.
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
Draco squeezed, one finger managing to slip behind to press against Harry’s perineum as he sucked hard.
I need a hero
Fingers tightened in his hair and for a moment Draco thought Harry was going to pull out a handful.
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
Draco felt Harry’s balls tighten and could almost sense the tension in his lover’s quivering thighs. He scrapped gently with his teeth with just the pressure he know would be enough to send Harry over the edge.
He’s gotta be sure
Harry sobbed and Draco hummed once more around his hard mouthful.
And it’s gotta be soon
He slid his finger back until it touched the puckered entrance and he gently pushed as Harry came in shuddering bursts down his throat.
And he’s gotta be larger than life
As the audience cheered and clapped Draco kept sucking, milking every drop and Harry trembled above him, gasping through the aftershock of his orgasm. Harry’s hand finally slipped from his hair and he leaned down until his forehead rested against Draco’s head. “You bastard.” The words were an exhausted whisper.
Draco turned slightly, just enough to be able to lick and kiss quickly at Harry’s lips, letting his lover taste of himself before sliding back into his seat as if nothing had happened. He glanced sideways to see green eyes staring at him and he reached to adjust the slightly askew glasses. “Yes, I am, but I know you enjoyed it.”
Harry quickly straightened his clothes and leaned toward him, shoulder resting against shoulder. “Well, yes, of course I did, but....” There was still a flush of colour to the man’s cheeks and Draco decided it was probably one of the sexiest sights ever. Harry leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “Do you want me to do the same thing to you?” His hand reached down to press against Draco’s groin.
Draco pulled the hand away from his hard cock and placed a kiss on the palm. He got almost as much pleasure from the thrill of controlling his own orgasms and of holding back. And he liked to make Harry wait, not knowing when he’d ask for Harry to pleasure him and make him come in that beautiful mouth or through the skill of those talented fingers. “Later. Enjoy the play."
---
Harry had almost forgotten about what had happened before the intermission. Well, not exactly forgotten, but more decided to wait until they got home before repaying Draco for the incredible blowjob. Hopefully Draco had forgotten because he wasn’t sure whether he was actually up to sex in such a public place.
They were holding hands now, their chairs both tucked back in the shadows as the actress playing Rusty started to sing.
My baby he don’t talk sweet
He ain’t got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway
Draco squeezed at his hand and Harry turned to look at him. Grey eyes were glinting in the flashing stage lights and there was a familiar knowing smirk on the other man’s face. Fingers still laced with Draco’s, Harry felt his hand being lowered to squeeze around his lover’s hard length.
Let’s hear it for the boy
Let’s give the boy a hand
---
Lyrics are from:
Song: Holding Out For A Hero
Bonnie Tyler
Song: Let's Hear It For the Boy
Denise Williams
Warning NC-17, public sex-type stuff and musicals. Unbeta-ed ... any mistakes are mine.
Footloose
Draco Malfoy had been to the theatre many times in his youth. It was part of his parents’ social scene and if there was one thing important to the Malfoys, it was being seen at all the most prestigious occasions. He had been dragged along to more opening nights and premieres than he cared to remember, but his mother and father had taught him well, and he was a model child behaving just as one of his pure-blood status should.
It helped that most of the time he enjoyed what he had to endure and he still found great pleasure in not only going to the theatre but trying to get Harry to appreciate the experience as well.
The closest thing to a live theatrical performance that Harry had previously seen was some dire school play in which, apparently, Dudley Dursley had taken a leading role. But theatre -- real theatre -- had turned into a passion for him once Draco started taking him. Harry loved just about everything from high opera to comedy to plays, and Draco took great delight in encouraging that passion.
Which was why they were currently in a box at the theatre watching something called Footloose the Musical. Harry was sitting on the edge of his seat, leaning forward to rest his arms along the top of the box, a smile of enjoyment on his face. He would occasionally turn to make a comment or to open his mouth to let Draco pop another chocolate in, but his attention was fixed on the singers and dancers below.
Draco was enjoying the show, but as always, his attention was fixated on Harry. He took pleasure from watching Harry’s delight, from seeing that familiar face so expressive, and he’d been half-hard from his lover’s expression since the musical had started.
He leaned close to Harry’s ear, his whisper audible over the sound of the orchestra as it struck up another number. “It’s a beautiful feeling.”
Harry turned a little, just enough to answer but his green eyes were still fixed on the stage. “What is?”
“Watching you.” Draco’s hand slithered into Harry’s lap and cupped his flaccid penis through the material of his trousers. Harry jumped a little in surprise and Draco licked briefly at an earlobe before cooing the words of the current musical number. “Where have all the good men gone?” He squeezed and rubbed at the hardening length. “And where are all the gods?”
“Draco!” Harry hissed as he pushed half-heartedly at the hand groping at him. “Don’t ... not here ... there are people.”
“Where’s the street-wise Hercules.” Even in the dim lighting of the auditorium Draco could make out the delightful flush on the other man’s cheeks. He loved that look, which was a cross between awkwardness and desire, craved it as it made his own cock harden even more. To make Harry come in this place, with hundreds of people so close.
“To fight the rising odds?" Sliding from his chair, Draco moved with expert ease between Harry’s legs. His lover was still leaning forward and even if anyone in the audience could see into the darkness of the box, Draco was effectively sheltered in Harry’s shadow.
He reached for Harry’s trousers, deftly unsnapped the button and pulled down the zip. The hard length sprang free and he took it quickly into his mouth.
I need a hero
He hummed around his mouthful in time with the music, one hand on Harry’s hip to keep him on his chair.
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
Harry’s groan was hidden by the music as one hand fisted into Draco’s hair and he spread his thighs as far apart as possible. Draco sucked hard, the flat of his tongue curling around Harry’s erection as he pulled back until only the head was held inside his mouth.
He’s gotta be strong
Draco let the tip of his tongue play for a moment against the little slit before swirling it around the heavy head and taking the whole length back into his mouth again.
And he’s gotta be fast
Harry bucked forward as Draco’s free hand slipped into his boxers and cupped his balls.
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
Draco squeezed, one finger managing to slip behind to press against Harry’s perineum as he sucked hard.
I need a hero
Fingers tightened in his hair and for a moment Draco thought Harry was going to pull out a handful.
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
Draco felt Harry’s balls tighten and could almost sense the tension in his lover’s quivering thighs. He scrapped gently with his teeth with just the pressure he know would be enough to send Harry over the edge.
He’s gotta be sure
Harry sobbed and Draco hummed once more around his hard mouthful.
And it’s gotta be soon
He slid his finger back until it touched the puckered entrance and he gently pushed as Harry came in shuddering bursts down his throat.
And he’s gotta be larger than life
As the audience cheered and clapped Draco kept sucking, milking every drop and Harry trembled above him, gasping through the aftershock of his orgasm. Harry’s hand finally slipped from his hair and he leaned down until his forehead rested against Draco’s head. “You bastard.” The words were an exhausted whisper.
Draco turned slightly, just enough to be able to lick and kiss quickly at Harry’s lips, letting his lover taste of himself before sliding back into his seat as if nothing had happened. He glanced sideways to see green eyes staring at him and he reached to adjust the slightly askew glasses. “Yes, I am, but I know you enjoyed it.”
Harry quickly straightened his clothes and leaned toward him, shoulder resting against shoulder. “Well, yes, of course I did, but....” There was still a flush of colour to the man’s cheeks and Draco decided it was probably one of the sexiest sights ever. Harry leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “Do you want me to do the same thing to you?” His hand reached down to press against Draco’s groin.
Draco pulled the hand away from his hard cock and placed a kiss on the palm. He got almost as much pleasure from the thrill of controlling his own orgasms and of holding back. And he liked to make Harry wait, not knowing when he’d ask for Harry to pleasure him and make him come in that beautiful mouth or through the skill of those talented fingers. “Later. Enjoy the play."
---
Harry had almost forgotten about what had happened before the intermission. Well, not exactly forgotten, but more decided to wait until they got home before repaying Draco for the incredible blowjob. Hopefully Draco had forgotten because he wasn’t sure whether he was actually up to sex in such a public place.
They were holding hands now, their chairs both tucked back in the shadows as the actress playing Rusty started to sing.
My baby he don’t talk sweet
He ain’t got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway
Draco squeezed at his hand and Harry turned to look at him. Grey eyes were glinting in the flashing stage lights and there was a familiar knowing smirk on the other man’s face. Fingers still laced with Draco’s, Harry felt his hand being lowered to squeeze around his lover’s hard length.
Let’s hear it for the boy
Let’s give the boy a hand
---
Lyrics are from:
Song: Holding Out For A Hero
Bonnie Tyler
Song: Let's Hear It For the Boy
Denise Williams