Fic: A Lift and a Crowd
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wook77Title: A Lift and a Crowd
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wook77
Word Count: 641
Prompt: Fetish at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_365
Warnings: the normal… there be slash here.
Summary:frotteurism is the need to rub against a stranger, especially in a tightly packed crowd.
A/N: Thanks toanael and janicechess for reading over this for me.
The interoffice memos buzzed around Draco's head and he was quickly becoming annoyed. They were everywhere; he could barely move without having one of the annoying flying buggers slapping him in the face.
That he was trapped in a small lift with them didn't help. That there were at least a thousand, or, to be honest, at least twenty, other people in the lift didn't help, either. That Harry was standing directly in front of Draco was the biggest worry.
Draco could feel Harry's arse pressing into his crotch as they rode down to Level Nine of the Ministry. Occasionally, one of the other people in the lift would shift or bump in to Harry and Harry would push back against Draco.
It was exquisite torture that Draco had neither the time nor the patience to deal with.
Crowds had always intrigued Draco, even as a child. He stood in one place and watch them part around him and then reform. He'd felt powerful as the crowd made way for that one small boy instead of trampling over him.
Now, crowds didn't just intrigue him, they aroused him. When Draco was thirteen, he'd been standing in a crowded shop in Diagon Alley (he couldn’t remember which one) and he'd been pressed in the middle of all those people. His cock had sprung to attention. When he'd been bumped from behind and thrust into the older lady in front of him, he'd orgasmed. Thankfully, his robes had covered the worst of the mess.
As he remembered, his cock hardened and he pressed imperceptibly closer to Harry's arse. The pressure felt amazing as he invaded Harry's personal space. With a quick, subtle rocking of his hips, he rubbed his cock against Harry, over and over. When the young intern next to him cleared his throat, Draco froze.
When Harry didn't show any indication of noticing, Draco continued his slight rocking and rubbing. It was amazing to feel such a rush. He was hard and eager and surrounded by people that had no idea.
The doors continued to open and shut as the lift descended through the Ministry. The annoying interoffice memos continued to flutter around Draco but he didn't notice them that much. His eyes were focused on a mole or freckle or blemish on the back of Harry's neck, where his hair curled just a bit.
Slowly, the crowd thinned as people exited at their floors. Soon, they were the only ones in the lift other than three memos.
"Draco, I think there's more than enough space now, you can probably step back." Harry's voice sounded slightly amused and Draco wasn't sure if Harry had noticed the rubbing or not.
"Don't like me at your back, Potter?" Draco sneered before rubbing again. Suddenly, Harry turned around and pushed Draco backwards against the wall.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to explode right here, right now. I don’t have any clean clothes here and I'll be damned if I go into that meeting with stains on my trousers." Harry sounded angry but Draco could see the slight flush that was so very recognisable.
"My, Harry, you're an anxious one." Draco leaned forward and nipped at Harry's chin.
Harry groaned before grinding his lips against Draco's. The pressure was rough and just enough for Draco as he squirmed within Harry's grasp.
Just as their groins touched, the door binged as it opened. Too calmly for Draco's peace of mind, Harry let go and left the lift.
Draco stared after him, gob-smacked. With a hustle that he would deny later, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and hurried to the bathroom. Like fucking hell was Harry going to be stopping there.
Harry's grin in response had Draco's heart fluttering as the door to the bathroom banged open and they both tumbled in.
The meeting could wait.
Author:
wook77Word Count: 641
Prompt: Fetish at
hd_365Warnings: the normal… there be slash here.
Summary:frotteurism is the need to rub against a stranger, especially in a tightly packed crowd.
A/N: Thanks to
anael and janicechess for reading over this for me.The interoffice memos buzzed around Draco's head and he was quickly becoming annoyed. They were everywhere; he could barely move without having one of the annoying flying buggers slapping him in the face.
That he was trapped in a small lift with them didn't help. That there were at least a thousand, or, to be honest, at least twenty, other people in the lift didn't help, either. That Harry was standing directly in front of Draco was the biggest worry.
Draco could feel Harry's arse pressing into his crotch as they rode down to Level Nine of the Ministry. Occasionally, one of the other people in the lift would shift or bump in to Harry and Harry would push back against Draco.
It was exquisite torture that Draco had neither the time nor the patience to deal with.
Crowds had always intrigued Draco, even as a child. He stood in one place and watch them part around him and then reform. He'd felt powerful as the crowd made way for that one small boy instead of trampling over him.
Now, crowds didn't just intrigue him, they aroused him. When Draco was thirteen, he'd been standing in a crowded shop in Diagon Alley (he couldn’t remember which one) and he'd been pressed in the middle of all those people. His cock had sprung to attention. When he'd been bumped from behind and thrust into the older lady in front of him, he'd orgasmed. Thankfully, his robes had covered the worst of the mess.
As he remembered, his cock hardened and he pressed imperceptibly closer to Harry's arse. The pressure felt amazing as he invaded Harry's personal space. With a quick, subtle rocking of his hips, he rubbed his cock against Harry, over and over. When the young intern next to him cleared his throat, Draco froze.
When Harry didn't show any indication of noticing, Draco continued his slight rocking and rubbing. It was amazing to feel such a rush. He was hard and eager and surrounded by people that had no idea.
The doors continued to open and shut as the lift descended through the Ministry. The annoying interoffice memos continued to flutter around Draco but he didn't notice them that much. His eyes were focused on a mole or freckle or blemish on the back of Harry's neck, where his hair curled just a bit.
Slowly, the crowd thinned as people exited at their floors. Soon, they were the only ones in the lift other than three memos.
"Draco, I think there's more than enough space now, you can probably step back." Harry's voice sounded slightly amused and Draco wasn't sure if Harry had noticed the rubbing or not.
"Don't like me at your back, Potter?" Draco sneered before rubbing again. Suddenly, Harry turned around and pushed Draco backwards against the wall.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to explode right here, right now. I don’t have any clean clothes here and I'll be damned if I go into that meeting with stains on my trousers." Harry sounded angry but Draco could see the slight flush that was so very recognisable.
"My, Harry, you're an anxious one." Draco leaned forward and nipped at Harry's chin.
Harry groaned before grinding his lips against Draco's. The pressure was rough and just enough for Draco as he squirmed within Harry's grasp.
Just as their groins touched, the door binged as it opened. Too calmly for Draco's peace of mind, Harry let go and left the lift.
Draco stared after him, gob-smacked. With a hustle that he would deny later, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and hurried to the bathroom. Like fucking hell was Harry going to be stopping there.
Harry's grin in response had Draco's heart fluttering as the door to the bathroom banged open and they both tumbled in.
The meeting could wait.
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Date: 2006-06-09 12:44 am (UTC)"That there were at least a thousand, or, to be honest, at least twenty, other people in the lift didn't help, either."
Somewhat tangentially, this reminds me of this guy I knew who was describing
this fight he was insomething and he was like, "It was me and a hundred other guys, right. Well, okay, maybe it was like me and twenty, thirty other guys. No, what, I'm serious! Well, well, okay, it was me and like ten other guys. NAW MAN THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED. Well, okay, it was like five other guys, for real. I'm telling the truth! ... ... ... Damn. It was just me and this one other guy." So, yeah, INSTANT CHARACTERIZATION in that moment.And Draco/oldlady? Wow, Draco's such a perv. 0_o
I really liked it that Harry KNEW what was happening and didn't let on until the end. Silly Draco, thinking he could pull one over on HP. Hasn't he figured out by now that he always loses? Except, you know, when he wins with the sex and whatnot.
I love the line about them being the only ones in the lift other than three memos. Eeeep. The flying memos amuse me terribly.
Verdict: Very enjoyable.
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Date: 2006-06-09 04:10 pm (UTC)Re: Draco/Old lady - got an email telling me that I should warn for chan and het for this and I giggled.
They are a very nice couple... especially in the
BTW - You're not allowed to disappear like that again ;)