Fic: 'Coming Up, Going Down' HP/DM NC17
Title - Coming Up, Going Down
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - potion_lady
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2,100
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, PWP, Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - The only thing worse than being in a lift with Malfoy is being in a lift with Malfoy stuck immobile between two floors.
Author's Notes - Written for rockerchica826, counts to prompt 4 In the Elevator/Lift from my mission_insane Plot? What Plot? Table
I deviated from your prompt a little… hope this still hits the mark, babe!
Tuesday, 09:07
Walking into the lift, the look on Harry's face said it all. Adding the insult of a confined space to the injury of Malfoy even being at the International Auror Conference, let alone sleeping in the room next to Harry's and having noisy sex until all hours, was pushing it too far, and Harry jabbed at the button for the ground floor angrily, jamming his finger and splitting the nail to the quick.
Cursing, he stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked at it, wincing when he tasted blood.
"Sexually repressed, much?"
Tensing at the drawl behind him - if Harry couldn't figure out exactly what Malfoy was doing at this conference, he was damned if he'd be able to work out why Malfoy was flirting with him - Harry pulled his finger out of his mouth long enough to bite out a coarse, "Fuck you, Malfoy."
Malfoy moved, and Harry watched a shadow fall over him as the blond leaned around him - but still far too close to him - to look at the illuminated button on the control panel.
"Aaah, I see you're going down."
Tuesday 09:08
Malfoy had merely smirked at the putdown, and Harry focused his attention on his injured finger and the digital number counting down the floors. They were in a Muggle hotel, as there were no Wizarding hotels big enough to hold all the attendees. So, while Harry was relatively comfortable with the Muggle Mod-Cons, he'd hidden many a snigger as Wizards tried to converse with the automated voice in the lift or failed to use the dip-cards on their bedroom door locks.
Smiling at the memory of Robards losing his patience and hexing his way into his room - leaving a large circular hole that the Housekeeping staff couldn't fathom out - Harry's heart stopped as a dangerous crunching noise echoed around the lift. "What the hell was that?"
"From the sound of grinding brakes, and our distinct lack of motion, I'm going to hazard a guess that the lift has stopped. However, I'm no Ravenclaw; perhaps we've actually launched into orbit?"
Harry spared a second to glance over his shoulder and glare at Malfoy, then pressed the little button by the intercom.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Mr. Potter. I'm in one of your lifts, and it appears to have stopped."
"Our technicians will be right on that, have a nice day now."
There was the unmistakable click of the receptionist cutting off the radio conversation, and Harry rolled his eyes. Setting his suitcase down on the floor, he leant against the wall and looked at himself in the mirror opposite. Out of the corner of his vision, he could see Malfoy. As there was nothing else to do, Harry watched him.
Tuesday 09:21
Smirking, Harry brought his uninjured fingernails up to his face, studying them nonchalantly as he queried, "Nervous, Malfoy?"
Stopping in his pacing, Malfoy folded his arms and sneered, "Of being locked in a metal box with an imbecile like you? Who wouldn't be?"
"Funny, if I didn't know you were too arrogant for basic human emotions, I'd think you were afraid."
"I am not afraid; I am merely bored, and slightly light-headed from the sour smell of your breath. Did you not notice the complimentary toothbrush by the sink?"
Glowering, Harry returned his gaze to the mirror, and Malfoy resumed pacing.
Tuesday 09:45
"How do's, gents?"
Startled by the gruff voice, Harry looked up at Malfoy, who looked equally confused. Remembering the intercom, Harry looked to his side and saw the little 'on' light flashing. Pressing the button that would allow him to speak, Harry answered the disembodied voice. "Hi, are you the technician?"
"Indeedy. We're in a bit of a pickle; she's stuck between two floors, and we can’t work out why. It'll take a while for us to coax her back into moving, so hang tight."
The intercom clicked off, and Harry was going to go back to playing staring games with himself in the mirror when Malfoy huffed, "Did that oaf refer to this lift as a personified 'she'?"
"Not everyone sees everything but themselves as an object."
"It is a lift."
"If putting slap on it and calling it Mary gets it working again, I'm fine with that!"
Malfoy just huffed.
Tuesday 10:17
Harry was carefully not thinking about air levels, and how much air the lift could hold. A more pressing worry was that it was getting hot.
"Now then, gents, looks like she's having a hot flush as well."
Harry pressed the button to respond, but before he could open his mouth, Malfoy had cut in, "Really? We hadn't noticed, sat as we are in the middle of this overheated tin can!"
"Malfoy, shut up. Sorry, mate, this guy's a prick. How long until we get out of here?"
"An hour, tops."
Tuesday 11:43
"That useless oaf said an hour, tops!"
Harry just ignored Malfoy, thinking instead about going home and having a long bath and a relaxing wank. He'd sunk down to sit on the floor somewhere around eleven, but Malfoy had remained standing, pacing occasionally and ranting and raving when he saw that Harry was getting comfortable or relaxed.
The ranting stopped, and Harry let out a relieved sigh. He was just returning to his plans for when he was set free, when he heard the snick of a zipper. His eyes flying open, Harry sat up and looked at Malfoy in disbelief. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"It is hot. I would rather not sit and swelter in an expensive suit." Malfoy bit out in reply, hopping about on one foot as he undid his shoes, and kicked them off along with his trousers. Harry suddenly had to swallow rather rapidly when Malfoy's suit jacket and shirt dropped to the pile, and the blond sat on the floor clad in only his briefs.
Though Malfoy did look marginally cooler than he had done clothed, he was still sweating. Harry could see a bead of sweat meandering down Malfoy's chest, down and down smooth skin, over a flat abdomen, weaving through light blonde hairs and being absorbed into black cotton. That was quite an impressive bulge.
"Would you like a picture, or have you collected enough wank material?"
How Malfoy knew Harry had been watching him when he had his eyes closed, Harry didn't know. "Fuck you."
"Not right now, dear, I have a headache."
Choking on his tongue, Harry folded his arms defensively over his chest and resolved to sweat it out.
Tuesday 12:06
snick-snick-snick
"Treating me to a strip-tease, Potter?"
"Fuck off."
"Your inventiveness astounds me. What new insult will you come up with next? I can't bear the anticipation; it's like a poison knife to my wit and vocabulary."
"Fuck. Off."
Tuesday 12:21
"So, who were you shagging?"
Malfoy looked only marginally startled by the question, and Harry waited for an answer. He was hot, and tired, and decided he might as well know who had been keeping him up, seeing as how talking to Malfoy was the only option other than beating his head against the floor in boredom.
"Potter, I took a room in this hotel for some solitary relaxation. Your presence may have thwarted the relaxation part, but the solitary part remained unchanged."
"Then who…?" Harry trailed off in confusion. He'd been sure the noises were coming from Malfoy's room.
"Did you hear two voices, Potter?"
Mouth gaping open, Harry thought back. Although it displayed an impressive vocal range, it could have been one person making those noises. Looking up, Harry saw the smirk on Malfoy's face and blushed. "Oh!"
Tuesday 12:35
"So, Potter, have you entertained guests this past week, or has listening in on my self-pleasuring been fulfilling enough?"
"I wasn't listening in; you didn't put up a Silencing charm! And you scream like a girl!" Harry knew his voice was embarrassingly high-pitched, but that happened when he was indignant with rage. "And you're a damn pervert, tossing off so much."
"I can't help having a high sex drive. I'm currently between shags; I have to amuse myself somehow."
Harry huffed, and glared at his knees. He didn't want to think about Malfoy masturbating, it could lead to embarrassing incidents.
And yet, he couldn't help the flash of a picture that flitted through his mind - Malfoy on his back, legs high and spread, three fingers deep in his arse as he thrashed on the sheets. The more Harry tried to chase the image away, the more evocative it became. He really hoped Malfoy didn't look over before Harry could properly imagine McGonagall in tartan lingerie, and dispel his growing arousal.
"Potter, have you got a hard-on?"
Before Harry could get the words out, Malfoy had shaken his head and waved his hand wearily.
"Let me guess… fuck off?"
Tuesday 12:42
Harry just needed the hand basket, and he'd be all set for his journey to hell. He must be going crazy, either from the heat of the confined lift, because he couldn't keep his eyes off Malfoy. Admittedly, the blond was a little slimmer than Harry's normal type, and a hell of a lot more bad-tempered, but he was attractive. Really, really attractive.
Malfoy opened his mouth with a glint in his eyes, and Harry knew he had been caught staring. Before the insult could come, Harry slammed his head back against the wall and focused on the throb in his head as he hugged his knees to his chest to hide his straining cock. "Let me save some precious oxygen. Fuck off, Malfoy."
Tuesday 12:46
"You know, Potter, you should see someone about all this bottled up rage. You have a foul mouth and a short temper; it can't be good for your blood pressure."
"I don’t need to see anyone."
"Perhaps not. Maybe a good hard shag is all you need?"
Harry glared up at Malfoy, knowing he was being tormented. Deciding to turn the tables, Harry snapped, "Unless you're offering your arse, Malfoy, can you just shut up?"
Silence.
"Luckily, I always pack plenty of lubricant."
Tuesday 12:59
Harry couldn't believe it - he had to look again, just to be sure this was happening.
And yep, it was. His dick - hard and red, slick and shiny - was slowly withdrawing from Malfoy's arse as Harry moved his hips backwards. Ridged walls clenched at him, trying to suck his cock back in as both he and Malfoy groaned with pleasure.
He was fucking Malfoy.
On the floor of a lift trapped between two floors.
This was fantastic!
Tuesday 13:44
After a brief period of rest, Malfoy had pounced on him again, and Harry was transfixed by the tendons in Malfoy's neck, the way they flexed and strained as he threw his head back and rode Harry's cock for all he was worth.
Every time Malfoy slammed down onto his lap, Harry's back and head jolted against the lift wall, but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to watch - and feel - as Malfoy came.
When Malfoy had lifted up, hands braced on Harry's shoulders and thighs quivering with effort, Harry slipped his hand from Malfoy's hip to his buttocks, pressing two fingers against Malfoy's stretched hole. His digits were enveloped in silky heat as Malfoy sank back down, and Harry had to sling his arm around Malfoy's waist to keep his lover upright as warm fluid stained their stomachs.
"Fucking yes, Harry!"
Friday 23:52
Falling onto the mattress, Harry sucked in great lungfuls of air, willing his heartbeat to slow as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm. Draco hadn't been lying about having a high sex drive, and Harry hadn't left his bed since they'd tumbled into it late on Tuesday evening, after finally being freed from the lift.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry asked quietly, already closing his eyes and feeling sleep fuzz the edges of his consciousness.
"I have a confession to make."
Immediately awake, Harry turned to the side and eyed Draco warily. The blond flushed a little, but soldiered on bravely. "The hotel rooms and the lift breaking… they weren't coincidences or accidents."
As the full impact of Draco's statement made itself clear to Harry, he could only think of one question. "How did you know I'd bite?"
"Oh please, like our tussles at school were anything but unresolved sexual tension! Besides, who could say no to me?"
Rolling his eyes, Harry gave Draco an affectionate dead-arm and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes again and deciding to think about the Slytherin seduction when he was a little more alert. Flicking the light off, Harry muttered, "I'm amazed your ego fit in that lift for nine hours."
"I heard that!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - potion_lady
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2,100
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco
Warnings - Slash, PWP, Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - The only thing worse than being in a lift with Malfoy is being in a lift with Malfoy stuck immobile between two floors.
Author's Notes - Written for rockerchica826, counts to prompt 4 In the Elevator/Lift from my mission_insane Plot? What Plot? Table
I deviated from your prompt a little… hope this still hits the mark, babe!
Tuesday, 09:07
Walking into the lift, the look on Harry's face said it all. Adding the insult of a confined space to the injury of Malfoy even being at the International Auror Conference, let alone sleeping in the room next to Harry's and having noisy sex until all hours, was pushing it too far, and Harry jabbed at the button for the ground floor angrily, jamming his finger and splitting the nail to the quick.
Cursing, he stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked at it, wincing when he tasted blood.
"Sexually repressed, much?"
Tensing at the drawl behind him - if Harry couldn't figure out exactly what Malfoy was doing at this conference, he was damned if he'd be able to work out why Malfoy was flirting with him - Harry pulled his finger out of his mouth long enough to bite out a coarse, "Fuck you, Malfoy."
Malfoy moved, and Harry watched a shadow fall over him as the blond leaned around him - but still far too close to him - to look at the illuminated button on the control panel.
"Aaah, I see you're going down."
Tuesday 09:08
Malfoy had merely smirked at the putdown, and Harry focused his attention on his injured finger and the digital number counting down the floors. They were in a Muggle hotel, as there were no Wizarding hotels big enough to hold all the attendees. So, while Harry was relatively comfortable with the Muggle Mod-Cons, he'd hidden many a snigger as Wizards tried to converse with the automated voice in the lift or failed to use the dip-cards on their bedroom door locks.
Smiling at the memory of Robards losing his patience and hexing his way into his room - leaving a large circular hole that the Housekeeping staff couldn't fathom out - Harry's heart stopped as a dangerous crunching noise echoed around the lift. "What the hell was that?"
"From the sound of grinding brakes, and our distinct lack of motion, I'm going to hazard a guess that the lift has stopped. However, I'm no Ravenclaw; perhaps we've actually launched into orbit?"
Harry spared a second to glance over his shoulder and glare at Malfoy, then pressed the little button by the intercom.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Mr. Potter. I'm in one of your lifts, and it appears to have stopped."
"Our technicians will be right on that, have a nice day now."
There was the unmistakable click of the receptionist cutting off the radio conversation, and Harry rolled his eyes. Setting his suitcase down on the floor, he leant against the wall and looked at himself in the mirror opposite. Out of the corner of his vision, he could see Malfoy. As there was nothing else to do, Harry watched him.
Tuesday 09:21
Smirking, Harry brought his uninjured fingernails up to his face, studying them nonchalantly as he queried, "Nervous, Malfoy?"
Stopping in his pacing, Malfoy folded his arms and sneered, "Of being locked in a metal box with an imbecile like you? Who wouldn't be?"
"Funny, if I didn't know you were too arrogant for basic human emotions, I'd think you were afraid."
"I am not afraid; I am merely bored, and slightly light-headed from the sour smell of your breath. Did you not notice the complimentary toothbrush by the sink?"
Glowering, Harry returned his gaze to the mirror, and Malfoy resumed pacing.
Tuesday 09:45
"How do's, gents?"
Startled by the gruff voice, Harry looked up at Malfoy, who looked equally confused. Remembering the intercom, Harry looked to his side and saw the little 'on' light flashing. Pressing the button that would allow him to speak, Harry answered the disembodied voice. "Hi, are you the technician?"
"Indeedy. We're in a bit of a pickle; she's stuck between two floors, and we can’t work out why. It'll take a while for us to coax her back into moving, so hang tight."
The intercom clicked off, and Harry was going to go back to playing staring games with himself in the mirror when Malfoy huffed, "Did that oaf refer to this lift as a personified 'she'?"
"Not everyone sees everything but themselves as an object."
"It is a lift."
"If putting slap on it and calling it Mary gets it working again, I'm fine with that!"
Malfoy just huffed.
Tuesday 10:17
Harry was carefully not thinking about air levels, and how much air the lift could hold. A more pressing worry was that it was getting hot.
"Now then, gents, looks like she's having a hot flush as well."
Harry pressed the button to respond, but before he could open his mouth, Malfoy had cut in, "Really? We hadn't noticed, sat as we are in the middle of this overheated tin can!"
"Malfoy, shut up. Sorry, mate, this guy's a prick. How long until we get out of here?"
"An hour, tops."
Tuesday 11:43
"That useless oaf said an hour, tops!"
Harry just ignored Malfoy, thinking instead about going home and having a long bath and a relaxing wank. He'd sunk down to sit on the floor somewhere around eleven, but Malfoy had remained standing, pacing occasionally and ranting and raving when he saw that Harry was getting comfortable or relaxed.
The ranting stopped, and Harry let out a relieved sigh. He was just returning to his plans for when he was set free, when he heard the snick of a zipper. His eyes flying open, Harry sat up and looked at Malfoy in disbelief. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"It is hot. I would rather not sit and swelter in an expensive suit." Malfoy bit out in reply, hopping about on one foot as he undid his shoes, and kicked them off along with his trousers. Harry suddenly had to swallow rather rapidly when Malfoy's suit jacket and shirt dropped to the pile, and the blond sat on the floor clad in only his briefs.
Though Malfoy did look marginally cooler than he had done clothed, he was still sweating. Harry could see a bead of sweat meandering down Malfoy's chest, down and down smooth skin, over a flat abdomen, weaving through light blonde hairs and being absorbed into black cotton. That was quite an impressive bulge.
"Would you like a picture, or have you collected enough wank material?"
How Malfoy knew Harry had been watching him when he had his eyes closed, Harry didn't know. "Fuck you."
"Not right now, dear, I have a headache."
Choking on his tongue, Harry folded his arms defensively over his chest and resolved to sweat it out.
Tuesday 12:06
snick-snick-snick
"Treating me to a strip-tease, Potter?"
"Fuck off."
"Your inventiveness astounds me. What new insult will you come up with next? I can't bear the anticipation; it's like a poison knife to my wit and vocabulary."
"Fuck. Off."
Tuesday 12:21
"So, who were you shagging?"
Malfoy looked only marginally startled by the question, and Harry waited for an answer. He was hot, and tired, and decided he might as well know who had been keeping him up, seeing as how talking to Malfoy was the only option other than beating his head against the floor in boredom.
"Potter, I took a room in this hotel for some solitary relaxation. Your presence may have thwarted the relaxation part, but the solitary part remained unchanged."
"Then who…?" Harry trailed off in confusion. He'd been sure the noises were coming from Malfoy's room.
"Did you hear two voices, Potter?"
Mouth gaping open, Harry thought back. Although it displayed an impressive vocal range, it could have been one person making those noises. Looking up, Harry saw the smirk on Malfoy's face and blushed. "Oh!"
Tuesday 12:35
"So, Potter, have you entertained guests this past week, or has listening in on my self-pleasuring been fulfilling enough?"
"I wasn't listening in; you didn't put up a Silencing charm! And you scream like a girl!" Harry knew his voice was embarrassingly high-pitched, but that happened when he was indignant with rage. "And you're a damn pervert, tossing off so much."
"I can't help having a high sex drive. I'm currently between shags; I have to amuse myself somehow."
Harry huffed, and glared at his knees. He didn't want to think about Malfoy masturbating, it could lead to embarrassing incidents.
And yet, he couldn't help the flash of a picture that flitted through his mind - Malfoy on his back, legs high and spread, three fingers deep in his arse as he thrashed on the sheets. The more Harry tried to chase the image away, the more evocative it became. He really hoped Malfoy didn't look over before Harry could properly imagine McGonagall in tartan lingerie, and dispel his growing arousal.
"Potter, have you got a hard-on?"
Before Harry could get the words out, Malfoy had shaken his head and waved his hand wearily.
"Let me guess… fuck off?"
Tuesday 12:42
Harry just needed the hand basket, and he'd be all set for his journey to hell. He must be going crazy, either from the heat of the confined lift, because he couldn't keep his eyes off Malfoy. Admittedly, the blond was a little slimmer than Harry's normal type, and a hell of a lot more bad-tempered, but he was attractive. Really, really attractive.
Malfoy opened his mouth with a glint in his eyes, and Harry knew he had been caught staring. Before the insult could come, Harry slammed his head back against the wall and focused on the throb in his head as he hugged his knees to his chest to hide his straining cock. "Let me save some precious oxygen. Fuck off, Malfoy."
Tuesday 12:46
"You know, Potter, you should see someone about all this bottled up rage. You have a foul mouth and a short temper; it can't be good for your blood pressure."
"I don’t need to see anyone."
"Perhaps not. Maybe a good hard shag is all you need?"
Harry glared up at Malfoy, knowing he was being tormented. Deciding to turn the tables, Harry snapped, "Unless you're offering your arse, Malfoy, can you just shut up?"
Silence.
"Luckily, I always pack plenty of lubricant."
Tuesday 12:59
Harry couldn't believe it - he had to look again, just to be sure this was happening.
And yep, it was. His dick - hard and red, slick and shiny - was slowly withdrawing from Malfoy's arse as Harry moved his hips backwards. Ridged walls clenched at him, trying to suck his cock back in as both he and Malfoy groaned with pleasure.
He was fucking Malfoy.
On the floor of a lift trapped between two floors.
This was fantastic!
Tuesday 13:44
After a brief period of rest, Malfoy had pounced on him again, and Harry was transfixed by the tendons in Malfoy's neck, the way they flexed and strained as he threw his head back and rode Harry's cock for all he was worth.
Every time Malfoy slammed down onto his lap, Harry's back and head jolted against the lift wall, but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to watch - and feel - as Malfoy came.
When Malfoy had lifted up, hands braced on Harry's shoulders and thighs quivering with effort, Harry slipped his hand from Malfoy's hip to his buttocks, pressing two fingers against Malfoy's stretched hole. His digits were enveloped in silky heat as Malfoy sank back down, and Harry had to sling his arm around Malfoy's waist to keep his lover upright as warm fluid stained their stomachs.
"Fucking yes, Harry!"
Friday 23:52
Falling onto the mattress, Harry sucked in great lungfuls of air, willing his heartbeat to slow as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm. Draco hadn't been lying about having a high sex drive, and Harry hadn't left his bed since they'd tumbled into it late on Tuesday evening, after finally being freed from the lift.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry asked quietly, already closing his eyes and feeling sleep fuzz the edges of his consciousness.
"I have a confession to make."
Immediately awake, Harry turned to the side and eyed Draco warily. The blond flushed a little, but soldiered on bravely. "The hotel rooms and the lift breaking… they weren't coincidences or accidents."
As the full impact of Draco's statement made itself clear to Harry, he could only think of one question. "How did you know I'd bite?"
"Oh please, like our tussles at school were anything but unresolved sexual tension! Besides, who could say no to me?"
Rolling his eyes, Harry gave Draco an affectionate dead-arm and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes again and deciding to think about the Slytherin seduction when he was a little more alert. Flicking the light off, Harry muttered, "I'm amazed your ego fit in that lift for nine hours."
"I heard that!"