Word Count: ~1,000 this chapter, ~19,500 total
Warnings: professor/student, clubs, blow jobs, semi-public sex, some dirty talk
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #31: Green, hung, strongbow
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS, I AM DONE! I can't believe this is currently the forth longest thing I've ever posted (and all of it is unbeta'd...YIKES!) hp-may-madness is awesome and completely insane, and I cannot believe I made it. Thank you SO MUCH to everybody who has read and commented along with this one. Your encouragement has meant a lot! And congrats to all you other insane people doing May Madness with me! It's been awesome to see so many interesting and awesome drabbles and ficlets over this past month! And now, for the ending we've all been waiting for...
The thud of the base shivered up through the soles of Charlie's feet, making Charlie's entire body feel electric and alive. Lights flashed, bodies writhed, and the entire club pulsed with life and sex. Charlie knew he'd be getting lucky tonight.
He ordered a Strongbow from the bartender and scoped out the possibilities. Several blokes tried to catch his gaze, but none of them were what Charlie was looking for. The man in the green shirt looked far too aggressive for Charlie’s tastes, the pretty boy with the sparkling eyeliner was a little more feminine than Charlie generally preferred, and the blatantly attractive dark haired man in the suit seemed sleazy and fake.
Charlie was just starting to wonder if he’d been overconfident about his prospects when he saw him. He was gorgeous: tall and fine-featured, but with a sharpness to him that Charlie found endlessly appealing. His hair was blond, almost electric white in the flare of the throbbing lights, and his dark trousers were tight, accentuating his perfect backside. The beginnings of lust began to snake their way through Charlie's insides. Charlie caught the bloke's gaze, pleased by the obvious desire swimming in his grey eyes. He beckoned the man over.
Pretty pink lips curved into a seductive smile, and then he was walking towards Charlie with obvious intent. Without a word they moved onto the dance floor.
They slipped into an easy, sensual, seductive rhythm. Charlie’s hands slid down a slim waist to settle on firm hips that swayed to the beat of the pounding music. Inch by inch they moved closer together, until the bloke was practically riding Charlie’s thigh, his hands wrapped around Charlie’s shoulders and his eyes smoldering up at Charlie. Just when Charlie thought he was going to finally give in and kiss those perfect pink lips, the bloke was turning around in Charlie’s arms, pressing his arse tight up against Charlie’s groin.
The music swelled and Charlie swelled with it. The pressure on his cock was glorious and excruciating. Charlie wasn’t sure if he could last much longer without release.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Charlie murmured into the man’s ear.
That fantastic arse arched back against him in a slow, filthy grind, and the bloke turned to flash Charlie a wicked smile. “Feels like you’re not so bad yourself.”
“You could find out for sure if you wanted.”
The wonderful pressure disappeared, and then the bloke was turning again to face Charlie. “Oh? And how do you propose I do that?”
“I was thinking we could head over to that shadowy corner there, and you could get on your knees for me.”
A long swallow, then, “I could do that.”
Charlie practically dragged them over to the corner, heart racing when his companion dropped to his knees without hesitation. Charlie’s flies were undone in the blink of an eye, his hard, heavy cock springing out of his pants with enthusiasm.
“You really are every bit as hung as you felt.”
Charlie didn’t even have a chance to feel smug before his cock disappeared into that warm, wet, talented mouth.
This clearly wasn’t the boy’s first time, and Charlie couldn’t stop a guttural groan as his cock was swallowed down over and over again. The sight of his prick disappearing between those lush lips, the fire burning in those grey eyes as the man looked up at Charlie, all of it was nearly too much to handle.
It was over far too quickly. Charlie’s orgasm knocked the breath out of him as, with a satisfied moan, he emptied himself down that willing throat. The man only moaned around Charlie’s prick in response, his hand shoved down his trousers as he wanked himself off with furious motions.
Charlie pulled him up off the ground after he’d finished, kissing him soundly and licking the taste of himself out of his mouth.
“That was excellent.”
“It was, wasn’t it? I have the best ideas.”
Charlie grinned. “Of course you do, Draco. But we should probably head home. We’ve got to be at the Burrow at ten tomorrow morning, and you know how cranky you get around my family if you haven’t had a full night’s sleep.”
Draco made a face, but he followed it with a smile. Charlie knew that being around Charlie’s family was exhausting for Draco, but he also knew how much Draco had come to care for them all over the past two years. It had taken awhile, and there had been some rough patches for them both, but they’d finally managed to get themselves and their families into a good place. It may have been difficult at times, but it had been completely worth it to have Draco by his side.
“You’re right. The more sleep I can get, the better.” Draco’s expression turned forlorn as his fingers traced patterns into Charlie’s pecs. “Though I guess that means you won’t be able to stay up and fuck me when we get home. I’d thought maybe I could get on my hands and knees on our nice, new bed and let you fuck me from behind. But I suppose we could do that another time…”
Charlie’s softened cock gave an interested twitch. “Let’s not be hasty. As long as we’re in bed, it doesn’t matter what we do.”
“But I thought you were saying we needed to go to sleep. We won’t have time to fuck and get a full night’s rest—not with what I had planned.” Draco’s eyes sparkled mischievously, and Charlie’s heart nearly overloaded with love and desire.
Charlie leaned in and kissed Draco sweetly. His fingers found Draco’s and he squeezed softly as he pulled back to look into Draco’s eyes. He never would have guessed coming back to Britain would lead to this life with Draco, and he thanked his lucky stars yet again that he’d stumbled into something so brilliant.
“Don’t worry, Draco. We’ve got all the time in the world.”