Fic: In Tandem, Harry/Draco, NC-17

Soft, damp skin, slightly browned from the warm summer sun slid elegantly beneath him. Velvety tendrils of white-blonde hair spilled across his fingers. Taut, trembling muscles flexed beneath his roaming hands. He ran his lips down the column of his lover’s exposed neck, slipping his tongue out to flutter gently against the throbbing pulse. He could almost taste the dark, hot blood pumping steadily beneath his mouth and he moaned. Hazy, grey eyes fluttered open to peer at him and a lazy smile tugged at his lover’s kiss-swollen lips. He couldn’t resist leaning up to lick along the bottom lip, before pressing his tongue easily inside the pliant mouth. He felt more than heard the sigh and reached down to run his fingertips along the tender skin of Draco’s inner thigh. "Harry," breathed out sweetly against his temple as he looked down to observe the beauty that was spread out beneath him.

"You are…" he began, not able to finish. There were no words to describe it. He trained his gaze back on the grey eyes blinking slowly up at him. Actions would have to do. This was the best idea he had ever had.

This is the worst idea I’ve ever had. It was a gorgeous end to a gorgeous day. The sun was just beginning to set over the shoreline; the sky was varying hues of blue, purple, and pink. The few fluffy clouds that floated above them had taken on the spectrum of colors and were tinted in soft pastels. A soft breeze was blowing off of ocean, bringing the calming scent of the salt water up onto the nearly deserted road overlooking the beach. The sound of the bicycle tires whirring beneath him gave Harry pleasure, as well as the wind that was sweeping his unruly black hair from his face. He couldn’t remember feeling so free. It would have been perfect; he’d meant it to be perfect, if it weren’t for one small detail.

"I can’t believe you talked me into this, Potter." Harry cringed visibly at the scathing tone that Draco used to address him. "This is, without a doubt, the stupidest, most imbecilic activity that anyone has ever forced me to do." Draco was behind him and he risked a glance over his shoulder to see how he was doing. The bicycle wobbled and jerked below his lover and Draco looked ready to kill. "Ill conceived Muggle contraption. What in the hell were you thinking?" His slender hands were gripping the handle bars so tightly that his knuckles were white.

"You’re doing fine, Draco," Harry said placatingly. The fact of the matter was that Draco was doing anything but fine. Harry hadn’t stopped to think when he’d rented the bikes, whether or not Draco would be able to ride. But apparently he’d never even seen a bicycle before. Of course it should have occurred to him, but his plans for the rest of the evening overshadowed everything else. He really had wanted it to be perfect.

"I am not speaking to you. Bastard," Draco said as his bike gave an unpleasant lurch between his legs.

He shifted his lower body in between Draco’s legs and settled further on top of him, cradled against his lover’s pelvis. Their erections slid along side one another and twin groans filled the air around them. Draco turned his head to the side and closed his lust-filled eyes. Harry mouthed his ear, running his lips along the soft shell, nibbling gently on the lobe before sucking it softly in between his lips. "I want you," he whispered huskily against the damp flesh.

"Yes. Oh, God, yes."

"No." Draco’s voice stopped him and he braked. He turned to look at his angry lover, who had stopped and was unsteadily dismounting.

"No?" Harry asked tentatively.

"I refuse to submit myself to this form of medieval torture any further," Draco spat as he shoved the bicycle away from him. It fell onto the pebbled drive with a clatter.

"But…"

"Absolutely not." Draco had crossed his arms in front of his chest and was glaring at him angrily.

"You don’t even know what I was going to say," Harry said quietly.

"Doesn’t matter. You’ve obviously lost what little of your mind was left."

"Come on, love," Harry pleaded. "It’s not that much further. You were doing remarkably well considering you’ve never done this before."

"Of course I was doing well. I’m good at everything," Draco said imperiously, turning his nose up. "I merely do not want to continue participating in a pastime that was apparently developed by Muggles for the other Muggles that they hated."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Really, Draco, it’s not as bad as all that."

"I won’t get back on it, Harry. It’s trying to kill me."

"It’s an inanimate object!"

"And we all know how correct that terminology is. Tell me, do you still have the bite mark on your arse from the chair in Severus’ sitting room?"

Harry grumbled, but dismounted along side Draco. "Fine," he said petulantly, "we’ll walk. But you have to push your own bike."

Draco cut his eyes at him and then looked warily at the bike. "Yes, that’s probably best. I want it in my line of sight at all times."

Harry sighed and lifted the bike up for his partner to grasp, and their hands touch softly for a moment.

Perfect thighs spread wider at a simple touch of his hands and Harry’s head swam at the submission. He loved seeing Draco like this. He shifted against him, pressing him into the soft ground with his body. He could feel the sun-warmed sand shift underneath the thin cotton throw as he used his knees and elbows to hold some of his weight. Draco’s toes traced gently along his calves and Harry thrust against him unhurriedly, letting their already fevered arousal build to the point of near eruption. He slipped downward slowly, kissing and sucking every inch of skin that he came to. He licked Draco’s nipples softly, barley touching the hardened flesh with the tip of his tongue. Draco writhed beneath him and sank his hands into Harry’s thick tresses, urging him on. He left a trail of pink marks down Draco’s belly and stopped to nuzzle the soft, golden curls that surrounded Draco’s leaking cock, breathing in his musk. His legs had worked their way off the end of the blanket and he curled his toes in the heated sand.

"Oh. Oh, Draco," he muttered, moving his lips along the vein on the underside of his erection.

Draco moaned again and tightened his hands in Harry’s hair. "Yes," he hissed softly. "Suck me."

"Blow me." Draco snapped as he strode ahead, still having problems even though he was just pushing the bicycle.

Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "I was only offering to help."

"I. Don’t. Need. Help," Draco ground out. "You could let me retain a modicum of dignity, couldn’t you? That’s not too much to ask, is it?" Draco asked, his voice dripping venom.

In the eight months that they had been together, Harry still was unable to handle him when he was in one of these moods. "What do you want me to do, then?"

"I want you to tell me that I never have to get on this bloody thing again," Draco raged. "How much farther?"

"Not far," Harry grumbled, kicking a loose pebble ahead of him. He knew Draco was taking his time out of spite.

He sucked him in slowly, taking his time. He wanted this to last. Draco was moaning softly above him and he took a moment to take in the sight. His lover’s skin was glowing in the rays of the slowly setting sun. His hair was tousled and spread out around his head, the tips just dragging in the powdery sand beneath them. Firm muscles flexed and strained before his eyes as Draco tried to get more of Harry’s mouth. Harry grinned around him and tightened his hold on those slender hips, running his thumbs gently along the sharp hipbones, pressing just beside them into the soft flesh. He took him in deep and worked his tongue along the underside, humming around his length. He felt Draco tense and he pulled off ruefully, not wanting him to come yet. He reached over to the basket and found the tube of oil he was looking for. He slicked his fingers generously and laid his head on Draco’s thigh, watching closely as his fingers probed between Draco’s cheeks, slipping easily into him. He never took his eyes away as he found Draco’s warm, moist opening and slipped his index finger slowly in to the second knuckle. He prepared him tenderly, watching his finger disappear inside of Draco’s body, watching as the flesh stretched to accommodate. He slipped in a second finger along side the first and worked them in thoroughly.

"Harry," whimpered in that honeyed voice. "Please. Now." The muscles in his legs had started to tremble and he had begun kneading Harry’s arse cheeks with his toes.

He withdrew his hand slowly, groaning as he slid sensuously up Draco’s body, gasping at the feel of Draco’s legs slipping along his arse, his thighs, his calves. Harry settled his body flat atop Draco’s, his cock nudging up against his cleft and wrapped his arms around his back and neck. He knew this wasn’t the best angle but he wanted as much contact with the beautiful man beneath him as he could get. Their eyes locked, lips almost touching, breath mingling as he pressed in slowly into the tight, wet, heat. He was going to die.

"You want me to climb down a cliff?!" Draco asked, incredulously.

Harry sighed again, and rubbed his eyes. "It’s just a small embankment, Draco. I’ve checked it out. It’s not very far down." And it wasn’t. Harry had climbed down it in just a few minutes the day before. It was really no more than a steep incline.

"When you said you had something planned, I’d expected dinner, maybe a walk on the beach, definitely sex. I never though you were all along planning my demise." He sneered at Harry, pushing a wisp of sweat-laden hair from his face.

"Stop being so dramatic," Harry said, wondering if this had been worth the trouble. Of course he knew it had. Draco simply did poorly with surprises. He’d always been like that. "It’s going to be great. Just wait."

"It had better be, Potter, or I’m going home with the lifeguard we saw yesterday."

"He was a Muggle, you know." Harry said as they began making their way down the embankment.

Draco stumbled and Harry reached out to steady him. He was shoved away quickly. "Yes, I know. I could have put him under Imperius and been laying out by the pool right now."

"You could always use it on me," Harry said deviously.

"Really?" Draco looked interested for the first time all evening.

"Sure," Harry grinned, "I won’t even let you know that it doesn’t work on me."

Draco’s face fell. "Prat. Some Gryffindor you are."

"I was almost sorted into Slytherin."

"I never knew that," Draco said, sounding shocked.

"Well, now you do." They reached the bottom of the incline and walked side by side across the sand.

"Where are we going," Draco asked.

"It’s just over those dunes." Draco remained blessedly silent for the next few minutes. When they got to the top of the dunes Harry stopped short and Draco nearly plowed him over.

"Damn it, Potter, what are you on ab…" Draco’s voice trailed off and Harry turned to watch his reaction expectantly. Draco’s eyes widened as he took in the spread before them. White sand stretched out across the deserted beach; the tide was in and the water was lapping at the shore a short way out. A soft blanket was spread at the foot of the dune, along with a large picnic basket and a silver ice bucket that held a bottle of white wine and a pair of crystal goblets. Draco looked flabbergasted. "How?" he asked weakly.

Harry blushed slightly but was too pleased with Draco’s reaction to pay much attention. "I asked around when ever I could get away from you. A few of the hotel staff helped out," he replied quietly, ducking his head when those steely eyes swept toward him. "D’you like it?" he asked, almost shyly.

Draco watched him silently for a moment, tilting his head to the side as if trying to decide how to answer. Finally, "I’ve never had a picnic before," he said with a sweet smile.

"Really?" Draco shook his head. "Well, come on then. Let’s get started." He clasped Draco’s hand in his own and led him down to the blanket. The breeze felt good against his skin and he stopped to look out over the breakers, glad once more that he had gone to so much trouble.

"Planning on staring at the water all evening, or are you going to move?" Harry just smiled.

"Oh, Fuck, Harry. You have to move." Draco was almost whining and Harry took a moment to smile down at him, shifting his weight to hold himself deep in his lover’s willing body. Draco’s arms were wrapped around his back, his fingernails scraping against the brown skin. He kept one arm firmly around Draco and reached down with the other to grasp his thigh. He pushed Draco’s leg out, spreading him further, and held him there. He nudged in deeper, gasping for breath, and shivered as Draco let out a keening noise at the stretch of it. "So deep. I’ve never… Oh, Harry… Please…" Draco was babbling under him and Harry wouldn’t have had it any other way.

"Soon, love. I want to be with you. Just like this." He brushed his lips back and forth across Draco’s. "Let me." He slipped his tongue in and twined it lazily with Draco’s. He loved the feel of Draco’s open mouth and open body beneath him. He could feel his cock pulse inside of Draco and knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. Their tongues slid together softly and Harry twisted his hips before beginning to undulate them in slow circles. He made sure to stay pressed in as far as he could and his belly rubbed firmly against Draco’s wet cock. "So perfect," he groaned. Draco’s head fell back against the soft blanket: the sand beneath absorbed the blow. Draco was taking full, shuddering breaths now and Harry just couldn’t wait to feel himself sliding in and out. He pulled out as slow as he could and then pressed back in tenderly. He wanted to make this last, he wanted to drive them both mad with need, he wanted forever.

"Fuck me," Draco gasped, driving Harry’s arousal to a fevered pitch. He breathed deeply and resumed his slow pace. He lengthened his strokes and sped up slightly, fucking him there in the open, against the sand. The waves splashed along the shore behind him and the wind picked up a bit. Harry smiled at him again and continued to grind into him leisurely.

"Do you know how long I’ve… ah… wanted to fuck you like this? Hmmm, beautiful?" Harry breathed against his cheek.

"Please," Draco whispered. "Please."

"You beg so pretty," Harry teased but he pressed his stomach down further so that he rubbed harder against Draco’s leaking erection on every thrust.

Draco slid a hand down across his arse and squeezed, pulling him in deeper and at the same time spreading further and pushing up against him. Harry was surprised that Draco didn’t try to speed them up, even for all of his begging. He simply moved them together more firmly, all the while teasing along Harry’s cleft with his fingertips. "Oh, Harry. I’m close." Draco’s body was pulled taut beneath him, the muscles vibrating with pent up energy, the long line of his neck exposed. Harry had never seen anything so gorgeous. Draco ran a hand up into his hair. "I love having you in me," he moaned, tossing his blonde mane to the side.

"I love you," Harry gasped out and was too far-gone to catch it. Even if he could have withstood the warm pulse of seed between them, or the spasms that wrought Draco’s body, or the already tight opening constricting further around him, threatening to pull the life from him, he couldn’t have withstood hearing his name in that voice, in that tone. "Harry," was breathed out from deep in Draco’s chest and Harry pushed in one final time and held, pumping his release as far inside Draco as he could reach. He stayed still as wave after wave of orgasm was pulled from his body, until he was sure he would pass out from the pleasure. He sealed his lips over Draco’s and kissed him, gasping into that sweet mouth, still holding himself inside. He didn’t want it to be over.

The kiss slowed inexorably and Harry slipped to the side to rest on the blanket. He pulled Draco with him and held him tightly, breathing in the mingled smell of Draco, and sex, and salt. He closed his eyes smiling and opened them a few moments later to find Draco looking at him inquisitively. He was about to ask him what the problem was when his last statement came rushing back to him like a freight train. "Oh fuck," he said miserably as he abruptly sat up. Draco was going to lose it. "I’m… I… Are you mad?" he asked. He kept his eyes on the shoreline.

Draco leaned up on one elbow, never taking his eyes from Harry’s face. "Did you mean it?" he asked in a carefully expressionless voice.

More than I ever thought possible. Harry bit down on that response. He looked out over the water; the sun was only halfway visible above the horizon and the sky had turned a dark crimson. "Yes," he said simply. He held his breath.

"Then, no, I’m not mad," Draco replied in a soft voice. "Come here."

Harry allowed himself to be pulled down into Draco’s warm embrace. He grinned against his chest. "I don’t expect to hear it back."

"Good," Draco said, squeezing him tightly before pulling back to look at him. "However, the fact that I got on that horrible Muggle pedal device should speak for itself."

Harry laughed and squirmed against him, settling more firmly against his side.

"And Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"If you expected me to ride the fucking thing back, you should have let me top."

Harry giggled. "Next time, love." And he drifted off to sleep in the rays of the waning sun, warm, and sated, and content.

~end~