Fic: Solstice Celebration
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alisanneThis is the repost of my (now edited) Firewhiskey fic.
I corrected the typos I noticed, but if you see any feel free to point them out since this wasn't beta-read.
The original (non-edited) version is here.
Title: Solstice Celebration
Author:alisanne
I am of legal drinking age in my region: YES!
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Neville/Draco
Challenge: Neville, summer solstice, firebolt, Flourish and Blotts, hot and sticky. (all of them)
Summary: Neville just went looking for a book, but ended up with more than he bargained for.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word count: 750 ish
Author's Notes (if any): So I couldn’t really get that drunk, so what I did was I didn’t look at the keyboard as I typed, and since I can’t type, well, the results are predictable, although I did drink too. LOL.
Solstice Celebration
~
Neville entered Flourish and Blotts, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dark store interior.
“Can I help you?” the store assistant asked.
Smiling, Neville shook his head. “I know where the plant section is, thanks,” he said before starting up the stairs.
Once he got to the top of the stairs, Neville went to the plant section. Trailing his finger along the shelf, he looked for his book.
“Well, fancy seeing you here, Longbottom.”
Neville spun, gaping when he saw Draco Malfoy leaning against a stack of books, smirking at him. “Malfoy? What are you doing here?”
“Looking for a book.” Malfoy sauntered closer. “What else does one do in a book store?”
“Right.” Neville pursed his lips. “Well if you’ll excuse me—”
“It’s the solstice, you know.” Malfoy moved closer and Neville could smell him, he smelled like honeysuckles. “You really should get out of this shop and do something to enjoy yourself.”
“Like what?” Neville asked, inhaling sharply as Malfoy boldly pressed his body up against him.
“Like celebrate the solstice.”
“Malfoy,” Neville moaned as Malfoy grasped his bum. “What are you doing?”
Drawing back, Malfoy stared into Neville’s eyes. “If you have to ask, then I’m doing it wrong.”
“You mean to say you fancy me?” Neville asked, trying to evade Malfoy’s wandering hands. “Answer me!”
“Of course,” Malfoy replied calmly. “Why do you think I’ve been waiting for you here all day?”
“Oh.” And then Neville’s mouth was full of Malfoy’s tongue.
Things were just starting to get interesting when Malfoy pulled away. “We should get out of here,” he said. “This isn't the place to fuck.”
“Wait,” Neville said, trying to draw back. “Who said anything about fucking?”
“I assumed it was clear what I waned,” Malfoy said. “But if you’re not interested…”
“I didn’t say that,” Neville muttered.
Malfoy grinned. “Excellent. My firebolt's out back. Come on.”
“I need to get my book,” Neville protested.
“Fuck that noise,” said Malfoy. “Come back once we’ve had out chance to celebrate the solstice. You don’t wont to be responsible for a bad summer season, do you?”
Since Neville didn’t, he followed Malfoy out the back door where a firebolt was leaning against a wall. “Get on,” Malfoy said. “We need to get away from here.”
Climbing up on the firebolt, Neville hung on for dear life as Malfoy kicked off the ground and into the sky. They soared over the city before finally landing at the Malfoy estate. The weather was hot, the sun high in the sly and Neville was sweaty and sticky.
“Now where were we?” Malfoy murmured, drawing Neville close.
They snogged, Neville giving as good as he got. They felt to the grass, ripping at each other’s clothes until they were both naked. “Ooh, I knew you would have a nice sword,” Malfoy said, his hand closing over Neville's’ cock. “Question is, can you wield it?”
Neville just smiled. “You’ll see,” he promised, and rolling Malfoy under him, he stared to caress him.
Malfoy moaned loudly. “Yes,” he said. “Fuck me!”
Neville, needing no more encouragement, cast a wordless Lubrication and Stretching spell before sliding inside Malfoy.
“Fuck,” Malfoy screamed. “Yes! Do it! Fuck me!”
Neville started to move in earnest, fucking into Malfoy with fast, hard thrusts.
Malfoy responded by arching his back and moaning even louder. “Yes!” he shouted.
Beginning to tire, Neville sped up, fucking Malfoy as hard as he could until, with a great bellow, he came, emptying himself inside Malfoy’s clenching body. Burying his face in Malfoy’s neck, he collected himself, as Malfoy shifted beneath him.
“Need to come,” Malfoy groaned, and Neville, feeling generous, reached between them, pulling on Malfoy’s cock. Wth a growl, Malfoy, came, spurting all over Neville’s hand and stomach.
“Salazar.” Malfoy muttered once he could talk.
“You okay?” Neville asked.
“I’m more than,” Malfoy said, stretching under Neville. “Now that’s what I call a solstice celebration.”
Neville raised his head, looking Malfoy in the face. “So now what?” he asked.
Malfoy smirked. “Well,” he purred. “The solstice isn’t over yet. We could continue our celebration if you’re up for it.”
Neville smiled. “I think I could do that.”
“You’re sure?” Malfoy asked. “You don’t wan to so back and buy your plant book?”
Neville grinned and, sitting up, pulled Malfoy with him. “It’ll still be there tomorrow,” he said.
“Then let’s go,” said Malfoy. “Something tells me we’ll manage to keep each other very busy tonight.”
And they did.
~
I corrected the typos I noticed, but if you see any feel free to point them out since this wasn't beta-read.
The original (non-edited) version is here.
Title: Solstice Celebration
Author:
alisanneI am of legal drinking age in my region: YES!
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Neville/Draco
Challenge: Neville, summer solstice, firebolt, Flourish and Blotts, hot and sticky. (all of them)
Summary: Neville just went looking for a book, but ended up with more than he bargained for.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word count: 750 ish
Author's Notes (if any): So I couldn’t really get that drunk, so what I did was I didn’t look at the keyboard as I typed, and since I can’t type, well, the results are predictable, although I did drink too. LOL.
Solstice Celebration
~
Neville entered Flourish and Blotts, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dark store interior.
“Can I help you?” the store assistant asked.
Smiling, Neville shook his head. “I know where the plant section is, thanks,” he said before starting up the stairs.
Once he got to the top of the stairs, Neville went to the plant section. Trailing his finger along the shelf, he looked for his book.
“Well, fancy seeing you here, Longbottom.”
Neville spun, gaping when he saw Draco Malfoy leaning against a stack of books, smirking at him. “Malfoy? What are you doing here?”
“Looking for a book.” Malfoy sauntered closer. “What else does one do in a book store?”
“Right.” Neville pursed his lips. “Well if you’ll excuse me—”
“It’s the solstice, you know.” Malfoy moved closer and Neville could smell him, he smelled like honeysuckles. “You really should get out of this shop and do something to enjoy yourself.”
“Like what?” Neville asked, inhaling sharply as Malfoy boldly pressed his body up against him.
“Like celebrate the solstice.”
“Malfoy,” Neville moaned as Malfoy grasped his bum. “What are you doing?”
Drawing back, Malfoy stared into Neville’s eyes. “If you have to ask, then I’m doing it wrong.”
“You mean to say you fancy me?” Neville asked, trying to evade Malfoy’s wandering hands. “Answer me!”
“Of course,” Malfoy replied calmly. “Why do you think I’ve been waiting for you here all day?”
“Oh.” And then Neville’s mouth was full of Malfoy’s tongue.
Things were just starting to get interesting when Malfoy pulled away. “We should get out of here,” he said. “This isn't the place to fuck.”
“Wait,” Neville said, trying to draw back. “Who said anything about fucking?”
“I assumed it was clear what I waned,” Malfoy said. “But if you’re not interested…”
“I didn’t say that,” Neville muttered.
Malfoy grinned. “Excellent. My firebolt's out back. Come on.”
“I need to get my book,” Neville protested.
“Fuck that noise,” said Malfoy. “Come back once we’ve had out chance to celebrate the solstice. You don’t wont to be responsible for a bad summer season, do you?”
Since Neville didn’t, he followed Malfoy out the back door where a firebolt was leaning against a wall. “Get on,” Malfoy said. “We need to get away from here.”
Climbing up on the firebolt, Neville hung on for dear life as Malfoy kicked off the ground and into the sky. They soared over the city before finally landing at the Malfoy estate. The weather was hot, the sun high in the sly and Neville was sweaty and sticky.
“Now where were we?” Malfoy murmured, drawing Neville close.
They snogged, Neville giving as good as he got. They felt to the grass, ripping at each other’s clothes until they were both naked. “Ooh, I knew you would have a nice sword,” Malfoy said, his hand closing over Neville's’ cock. “Question is, can you wield it?”
Neville just smiled. “You’ll see,” he promised, and rolling Malfoy under him, he stared to caress him.
Malfoy moaned loudly. “Yes,” he said. “Fuck me!”
Neville, needing no more encouragement, cast a wordless Lubrication and Stretching spell before sliding inside Malfoy.
“Fuck,” Malfoy screamed. “Yes! Do it! Fuck me!”
Neville started to move in earnest, fucking into Malfoy with fast, hard thrusts.
Malfoy responded by arching his back and moaning even louder. “Yes!” he shouted.
Beginning to tire, Neville sped up, fucking Malfoy as hard as he could until, with a great bellow, he came, emptying himself inside Malfoy’s clenching body. Burying his face in Malfoy’s neck, he collected himself, as Malfoy shifted beneath him.
“Need to come,” Malfoy groaned, and Neville, feeling generous, reached between them, pulling on Malfoy’s cock. Wth a growl, Malfoy, came, spurting all over Neville’s hand and stomach.
“Salazar.” Malfoy muttered once he could talk.
“You okay?” Neville asked.
“I’m more than,” Malfoy said, stretching under Neville. “Now that’s what I call a solstice celebration.”
Neville raised his head, looking Malfoy in the face. “So now what?” he asked.
Malfoy smirked. “Well,” he purred. “The solstice isn’t over yet. We could continue our celebration if you’re up for it.”
Neville smiled. “I think I could do that.”
“You’re sure?” Malfoy asked. “You don’t wan to so back and buy your plant book?”
Neville grinned and, sitting up, pulled Malfoy with him. “It’ll still be there tomorrow,” he said.
“Then let’s go,” said Malfoy. “Something tells me we’ll manage to keep each other very busy tonight.”
And they did.
~
