𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊?

Chapter 3a

“The drinks are on me,” Hermione called out over her shoulder, leading the way through the mass of scantily clad men.

“Is she always so eager to spend half her pay on a night of debauchery?” Draco asked Harry as they faught to keep pace.

“It’s her way of making peace with you,” Harry explained, grinning. “She chose the club.”

“Ah,” Draco stated. “That explains it.” He glanced at Harry as they finally managed to join Hermione at the bar. “What will you be drinking?” Could he be lucky enough that it would be beer or a nice barely alcoholic cooler, perhaps?

“Shots,” Hermione exclaimed, happily. No luck, then, as if that were surprising. “And you?”

“I won’t be drinking, actually,” Draco said, firmly, “nothing alcoholic, at least.”

“Are you sure?” Hermione asked. She looked disappointed. Harry just looked surprised. It was a good look on him.

“Certain,” Draco answered. “I am content with my inhibitions as they are.” Actually, he wouldn’t mind having a few more at the moment. In addition to the ever desirable Harry, he now had a room brimming with young, fit, gay men to resist, a cute blond at the other end of the bar, in particular it seemed. Draco looked away when the man lifted his glass and gave him a predatory smile.

“I warned you,” Harry said, leaning into him to be heard over the music. “He’s the third man I’ve noticed who already wants to get into your trousers.” Draco had noticed two, and it really was too bad that he had company, tonight. After the day he’d had, he could use a quick fuck.

“A quick fuck,” Hermione said, setting a layered shot on the bar in front of Harry. Not quite what he’d meant, Draco thought wryly. “And a virgin,” Hermione continued with a cheeky grin, handing Draco something that looked like a strawberry daiquiri but smelled like fruit punch.

“To something,” Harry said, lifting his glass, “Draco’s aneurism when some man finally gets the courage to make his move, maybe.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“To Harry’s impending discovery that he is not always right,” Draco retorted, lifting his own glass and already realizing that posing this as a challenge might be a very big mistake.

“To inebriation,” Hermione shouted, earning several answering cheers from the surrounding crowd, “while I can still pronounce it.” With that, they all drank.

“That was a travesty,” Draco said, watching Harry with a look of abject horror.

“What?” Harry asked, an adorable look of confused indignation appearing on his face.

“There is method,” Draco explained, “to enjoying a quick fuck. You have obviously never learned it.” Draco shivered as Harry caressed the inside of his wrist with two fingers.

“So, tell me,” Harry said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “How should I enjoy a quick fuck?”

“What are you doing?” Draco hissed, fighting to control his breathing and pulling his wrist from Harry’s grasp.

“Proving a point,” Harry smirked. Draco called on all of his remaining calm and raised one eyebrow.

“And that would be what exactly?” Draco asked.

“You are uncomfortable,” Harry explained, smugly. “You are trying to fight it, which I do appreciate, but you’re at least a bit homophobic.”

“Harry,” Hermione admonished, sharply, surprising both of them with the reminder of her presence. “Leave it.”

“No, wait,” Draco said flatly. “You think I’m homophobic?” What with hiding his own sexuality, there might have been some validity to that, but he was bloody hell not going to admit to being scared of himself. “You need another drink.”

“What?” Harry asked, looking surprised at the seeming non-sequitar.

“Do you want a lesson, or don’t you?” Draco asked, smirking. This was a bad idea. Harry grinned. Such a bad idea. Harry waved at the bartender.

“Can I have another quick fuck?” Harry asked, still grinning. Draco was unsurprised to see the flash of lust in the bartender’s eyes.

“Not a problem, sweetheart,” the man said with a wink. “If you’re around for closing, you can have as many as you want.”

“The drink will do,” Draco snapped, annoyed at his own annoyance, “preferably sans innuendo.”

“Your boyfriend’s cute when he’s jealous,” the man quipped before going to make the shot. Draco growled at him, in his head at least. He’d learned at Hogwarts that actually growling at someone was more likely to amuse than frighten. Harry just laughed.

“You aren’t exactly convincing me,” Harry pointed out wryly. “He’s actually kind of cute.”

“He’s a bartender,” Draco sneered. “You can do better.” He purposefully didn’t think of just who Harry could do.

“A quick fuck,” the irritating barman announced with a grin, reappearing to slide the shot across the bar to Harry. “Your man has to piss at some point.” With that, he, thankfully, theft them in peace.

“So,” Harry said, turning to Draco with a bright grin, “about that lesson…” Draco picked up the shot and held it up for examination.

“A good fuck,” Draco commented, “is not often truly quick. Do you agree?” Draco replaced the shot on the bar and turned to face Harry, awaiting his response.

“I don’t know about that,” Harry replied, doubtfully. “I’ve had a few that were hot and fast.”

“The act itself,” Draco admitted, “but you’re forgetting the foreplay.”

“There isn’t any,” Harry laughed. “That’s what makes it a quick fuck.”

“Of course there is,” Draco argued. “The quality of the shag depends on the intensity of the foreplay.”

“This needs explanation,” Harry said with a grin. “I’m not following.”

“The foreplay is eye contact,” Draco insisted, holding Harry’s gaze. “It’s a hand on your arm, on the back of your neck, a lingering hug,” he continued, brushing his fingers against the inside of Harry’s wrist before running them up his arm to the back of his neck and sliding his other hand around to the small of Harry’s back to pull him deliciously close. “It’s a suggestive comment, intended to make you want.” He brushed his lips softly against the shell of Harry’s ear.

“It takes time to make a man forget why it’s a bad idea to shag against a dirty brick wall in a public alley. It takes longer to make two of them forget.” He let his hand drop from the back of Harry’s neck to pick up the shot glass and press it into Harry’s hand. “Drink it slowly. Savor the burn. Give it time to consume you for a moment.” Draco pulled back, flushed and wanting, to look Harry in the eye. “That is how you enjoy a quick fuck.”

Harry licked his lips and held Draco’s gaze as he lifted the shot to his mouth. He tipped it back slowly, pressing his hips against Draco’s as he swallowed. He sat the glass aside without looking away.

“That didn’t prove anything, you know,” Harry said, quietly.

“You’re hard, and I can feel it,” Draco replied, barely breathing. “Do I look scared to you?”

“Terrified,” Harry whispered, leaning forward and closing his eyes. Draco pulled back abruptly.

“I need to use the loo,” he said, quickly, darting into the crowd before Harry could respond.