There must be some competitions going on among the girls , Harry thought as he watched Parvati approach Anthony and shyly ask him to apply sunscreen on her back. And if his counting was correct, Parvati had been the fifth girl to do it since they arrived at the beach. Not the fifth girl to ask Anthony, but the fifth to ask another boy to put sunscreen on them. Before her, Hermione had already dragged Ron to a sunlounger for it, as did Pansy Parkinson and Hannah Abbott with their respective boyfriends, Blaise Zabini and Neville, and another Slytherin girl whose name Harry didn’t remember with another Ravenclaw boy whose name Harry also didn’t remember. They were now scattering in pairs in separate spots, where the girls would sprawl on their fronts while the boys dutifully lotioned their bodies.
It would be a lie to say that Harry wasn’t a little bit jealous. Not of the other boys getting to touch and oil the girls’ naked back, but more of the fact that none of the girls had asked him yet. He might have said no, but it was definitely nice to be asked. He looked averagely good, he had more muscles than any of their peers, and he was famous. A girl could do a lot worse.
Or maybe no girl had come to him because they already knew about his sexuality? His eyes roaming the boys’ naked chests and not the girls in their bikini might be a telling point. But even Dean had been approached now, by Padma Patil, and Dean was notoriously gay. Harry was gay too, but he wasn’t notorious. In fact, he hadn’t told anyone about that, for he only discovered it very recently. He wasn’t entirely sure at the time, but any doubt he had left had vanished the first day the eighth-year arrived at Perranporth Beach for their hard-earned vacation. Several fit boys running around half-naked on the sandy shore had helped with that.
Thinking about half-naked boys cheered him up immensely. Excitement for the upcoming event resurged. Justin Finch-Fletchley’s family, owning the hotel chain of which they were staying, had also lent them several water motorcycles, and Justin was going to teach them how to ride. He and his cousin were already down at the water to set it up, and Harry decided to join them. Otherwise it only made him more frustrated staying and watching all his friends act like a bunch of horny rabbits.
As soon as he stood up, a shadow loomed over him. Draco Malfoy was smirking as he looked at Harry as if there was some inside joke Harry missed. The glee sparked even behind his dark sunglasses.
“Are you free?” He asked without greeting.
“What do you want?” Harry scowled.
“It’s very sunny today.”
Whatever Harry expected, it wasn’t that. He and Malfoy had formed an understanding this year, becoming sort of social friends, though it didn’t mean he could ambush Harry out of nowhere and chat casually as if they were best of mates. He crossed his arms annoyingly.
“Yes, and?”
“My skin will burn under this sun.”
Instinctively, Harry’s eyes flicked to the milky skin that seemed to glisten in the light. Malfoy looked lean, yet pronounced muscles stretched tight underneath, giving him the feel of a tensile strength. His chest was smooth and looked like it might squeak if Harry rubbed it. His stomach was flat with visible abs that were arranged to make a perfect V-line. Harry averted his look then, before he went any lower and couldn’t control his nonchalant face any more. “Yes, and?”
“Can you imagine how ghastly I would look if I’m covered in sunburn?”
“Malfoy, what’s your point?”
In response, Malfoy merely grinned and fished something out of his pocket. It was a small vial with no label, but as Harry looked at the pearly substance churning inside, he knew what it was at once. He blushed, pondering if Malfoy was asking the same thing as he was thinking about. It sounded too wild to be true, even with Malfoy’s wink as he pressed the bottle into Harry’s hand.
Still, Harry was careful to not make any assumption, lest he’d be vulnerable to humiliation later.
“Well, good for you to have protection, I guess.”
“Yes, good for me. But you know, there are certain places on my body that I can’t reach. Care to help me with that?”
“Is this some kind of joke?”
“Of course not. I saw you standing here alone watching all your friends having fun without you. And I just took pity on you, I guess.”
So Malfoy was indeed seeking him out to humiliate him. But Harry’d be damned if he let Malfoy got under his skin that easily.
“Alright then.” Harry said, confident that he had managed to turn the table around when not reacting as Malfoy wanted.
Unfortunately for him, Malfoy was not at all thrown off. If anything, his smirk stretched even wider. As if he had actually hoped Harry would say yes.
Oh my god, what if he had actually hoped Harry would say yes?
“Great, my spot is over there.” He pointed to a far corner where there was a blanket already spread out with a couple of books scattered on it. A fancy umbrella with silver and green stripe was secured neatly there. Harry didn’t know why Malfoy chose the spot, it was quite separated from the others, and wouldn’t have a good view of the upcoming water-motorcycle practice. Then again, perhaps that was exactly why Malfoy wanted an isolated spot in the first place.
“Aren’t you coming?” Malfoy asked again when he walked away and Harry wasn’t following.
Of course Harry had to come now, didn’t he? He couldn’t back out and let Malfoy have the satisfaction of outplaying him. If there was anything Harry never retreated from, it was a challenge with Malfoy. Plus, as he glanced at the sight of the bare back that was packed with muscles, Harry suddenly realised he could totally make this an enjoyable experience for him. Not only that he would be rubbing lotion on a very fit man, even if the fit man was Malfoy, but he could also try the thing he and Ron had wanted to test for a while.
The opportunity was never better.
“Yes. Go ahead. I need to tell Ron something first.”
Malfoy looked suspicious but didn’t question further. With a curt “Fine”, he stalked off, humming to himself as he went.
Harry rushed off to find his friends, who were too engrossed in each other to notice his approach until he was right next to their sunlounge. Hermione gave a startled cry of his name, while Ron turned bright red and hastily drew his hand from between Hermione’s legs. He laughed awkwardly, attempted at casualty - though failed miserably.
“What’s up, mate?” Ron’s voice came high-pitch and filled with guilt. Harry wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t like people would expect them to keep the sunscreen application would remain purely sunscreen application, especially for a couple that was not at all hesitant with PDA like them.
Still, not wanting to waste any more time here than necessary, Harry pretended he had no idea about what his friends were doing just now. “Do you bring the Sun Tattoo with you?” He asked.
Ron looked visibly relieved. “Yes. Got it right here.” He reached for his bag and took out a small jar with Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes’ stamp on it. Sun Tattoo was a new product that Ron had just invented for the new branch that he was going to run in Hogsmeade when he graduated. After many quality tests, it had been proved to be safe and Ron thought they could start marketing it now.
“Are you going to try it on yourself?” Ron asked, handed the jar over to Harry.
“No, got a better idea.”
And he ran away before Ron had time to reply.
Malfoy was already sprawling out on his front on the blanket when Harry arrived. His head turned on one side, offered a brilliant grin as Harry sat down crossed-leg next to him. Harry, on the other hand, swallowed uneasily at the sight of the long body that was barely covered stretching ahead.
“Are you sure you want me to do it?” Harry asked, picking up the sunscreen vial hesitantly.
“Are you asking me or yourself?”
That decided it then. Harry unscrewed the vial and, after a second of consideration, poured the substance directly on Malfoy’s back. The other boy was startled, Harry could see it in the delightful way his muscles tensed up, then quickly relaxed again. The opalescent cream slowly spread on the smooth back in alluring curls, almost blended with the milky skin, suddenly waking Harry’s urge to bend down and lick the glistening path where it ran past. Luckily, he had managed to resist that urge, only because his hands had found their ways there first.
There was no other word to describe the sensation other than perfect . Malfoy felt perfect under his touch. And he felt perfect, touching Malfoy like this.
He had been afraid of being awkward, having never touched anybody this intimate before, much less than a boy who had been his arch enemy for seven years straight. Then Malfoy would make fun of his clumsiness, probably told the whole world about it, and Harry wouldn’t be able to show his face ever again. Thankfully, it wasn’t the case. His hands seemed to know how to work on their own, sliding and smearing the cool substance on the other’s back like they had done it a million times before. His wrists were never more flexible, like an inspired artist painting on his lifetime masterpiece. His fingers were never more purposeful, like a natural pianist who always knew exactly which keys to play. But that wasn’t even the best part. It was the ever-so-soft moan that Malfoy choked out when Harry slid his slick hands to rub the nape of the neck. He would love to tease Malfoy about that, but he also wanted to hear the erotic grunt more and that might not happen if he made Malfoy embarrassed, so he was willing to continue his work in silence. He was rewarded with a lot of more lovely sound, and a useful note that neck was definitely one of Malfoy’s sensitive spots.
So caught up in the work, Harry almost forgot the small which was the main reason he was doing this. Well, one of the main reasons anyway. Though Malfoy hadn’t yet commented on the amount of time that Harry spent sunscreening his back, he ought to notice at last that his back had been thoroughly protected from the sun. Three times protected, to be precise. That meant Harry had to act swiftly if he wanted his plan to go undetected.
With one hand kept on rubbing diligently, he used the other hand to open the jar and took a small amount on his finger. The gel was colourless and odourless, so it wouldn’t raise any suspicion. Carefully, he then traced his finger on Malfoy, in the shape that came to his mind the moment he saw the gorgeous back beneath the sun. It seemed like luck was on his side. Until he reached the last part of his work did Malfoy realise something was abnormal.
“Are you… writing something on me?” Malfoy asked incredulously, bending his neck to an odd angle to see behind.
Harry had prepared for this question. “I got bored. There’s only a limited space for my work here after all.”
“What are you talking about?”
Harry braced for Malfoy to point out his exact scheme, berated him for it and shooed him away.
None of that came.
“You realise I don’t only have skin on my back, right?” He asked in a condescending tone, at the same time wriggled his two wiry feet as if afraid Harry was too dense to understand what he meant.
Well, truth to be told, Harry did appreciate the action. He was somewhat at a loss, for more than one reason.
“Oh, alright.”
Swallowing uneasily, Harry poured a little more sunscreen on Malfoy’s legs and started coating the gel dutifully. He started from the arched feet, down to the bony toes, then made his way up to the brawny calves and reached higher to sturdy thighs. From afar, Malfoy looked almost hairless, but now Harry knew better. The sparse platinum-blonde hair made a soft furry layer under his touch, engrossed Harry in the job even more. So he rubbed and rubbed, not really paying attention to where his hands were going. It didn’t matter anyway, anywhere on Malfoy’s body was all the same intriguing.
That was until Malfoy suddenly went tense underneath him, and Harry belatedly he had gone too far. In the moment of blind enthusiasm, he had slid under Malfoy’s swim trunk and now the tip of his fingers had touched what was obviously Malfoy’s arse.
Malfoy’s very bare arse.
The feel petrified Harry’s hands, leaving it frozen in place at once.
“Er…” Harry muttered awkwardly.
Malfoy only reacted then, cleared his throat but kept his head straight ahead. “Is that necessary?”
Malfoy didn’t immediately bolt away or hex him senseless, so there was hope. Hope that it was alright for Harry to touch this part of his.
Maybe hope that it was alright for Harry to go even further up.
Not pulling back his hands, Harry tested his luck. “Yes, absolutely. We can’t never be too careful, can we? Especially with your perfect skin we’re talking about.”
“Hmmph…” Malfoy hummed, though he didn’t sound like he was considering a tough decision. He sounded like someone who really wanted it and only dragged the time so that others couldn’t tell his eagerness. “I suppose you’re right.”
Immediately, Harry’s hands slid up smoothly, his fingers spread out possessively on the meaty cheeks. It was a regret that he couldn’t simply take off Malfoy’s swim trunk and see for himself, but at least the sensation didn’t disappoint. Never something felt more wonderful in his hand. Without asking for permission, Harry patted the bouncy flesh, and felt a wave of excitement vibrating across his body. When all Malfoy did was humming slightly, implying indulgence rather than bother, Harry held back no hesitation with the pinching, squeezing, then patting some more. He even split the tight cheeks a little, so that his fingers could fit into the crack. When they brushed past the tiny hole a few times and Malfoy hadn’t yet spoken up, Harry knew he basically could do anything to the boy now.
Unfortunately, before Harry could gather his courage to dig inside, he noticed someone from the distance, heading towards their direction. There were only the two of them in this secluded section, so it was unmistakable who this person’s target was. Hastily, Harry withdrew his hand from under Malfoy’s trunk, pleased to hear a surprised whimper, at the same time Lillian Downey reached their spot, grinning as if she was welcomed.
“Hello, Harry. A nice morning, isn’t it?” Lillian said, uninvitedly sat down on Malfoy’s blanket.
Harry wondered if it would be rude to push the girl back onto the hot sand. Next to him, Malfoy threw an irritating look behind his shoulder, his legs twitched as if sharing the same thought as Harry.
“Er… is anything wrong?” Harry asked while Malfoy continued to glare.
“No, I just wonder… if you’re done here, maybe you can help putting sunscreen on me as well?” Lillian smiled flirtatiously, her arms hugging around her body in the way that made her huge breasts almost pop out of her tiny bikini. Unlucky for the girl, even if her tits were the best in the year, they couldn’t tear Harry away from what he was so close to achieve with the person sprawling in front of him right now.
Harry was still looking for a polite way to refuse when Malfoy spoke up.
“Potter’s far away from finishing it. He also has to do my front.”
Lillian snorted with disbelief, then looked at Harry challengingly as if she dared Harry to agree with such absurd demand.
Harry, seeing no downside whatsoever with that statement, comfortably crushing Lillian’s hope with a sincere nod. “I promised.”
“Can’t you do it yourself?” Lillian asked Malfoy, but her eyes fixated on Harry instead. She rocked her body skillfully, so as her two coconut-sized breasts trembled with the sway, revealing more and more juicy flesh. Harry glanced over, wondering if he should just tell her that he was gay to make all of this stop. After a few seconds of consideration, he decided to leave the talking to Malfoy.
Malfoy didn’t disappoint. “I can. But why must I, when I have Harry Potter to do it for me?”
“Fine, I can wait then. After Harry’s done with you, he can do me.”
Harry tried not to flinch at the way Lillian phrased her sentence. “After that, I have to join the boy down at the beach. I don’t want to miss Justin’s instructions on how to use a motorcycle.”
Lillian was visibly vexed, her pretty mouth sealed into a thin line. She was silent for a minute, before suddenly crawling over to Harry’s spot, pressing her front against Harry’s arm and plucking the sunscreen vial out of Harry’s hand. Harry sweated uncontrollably - she wouldn’t just lie down next to Malfoy and demand Harry to do her at the same time he did Malfoy, would she?
Thankfully, that wasn’t Lillian’s intention. “I just realise, if I help Draco along with you, won’t it be faster? Then you still have plenty of time for me.”
She smiled and poked a finger on Malfoy’s back, which made Harry almost jump. How dare she touch Malfoy without permission. And right in front of Harry, no less?
But Malfoy had already jumped first, pushing himself into a sitting position with lighting speed.
“Excuse me?” He grunted, the burning ire in his eyes could be felt even through the thick sunglasses. “Have I asked you to help?”
“I’m not helping you. I know Harry is a respected gentleman, so even if it’s you, he will follow through his promise to help you. I’m only helping Harry so he can quickly be released from his duty with you.”
“What do you mean by “even if it’s you” ?”
“You know what you are.”
Harry had expected Malfoy to hex Lillian right on the spot, but the other boy only smirked. A cruel smirk that must send chills down to Lillian’s bone.
“You mean I am a boy who processes something that your respected gentleman desires, something that you can never ever acquire? Is that what you meant?”
While Lillian was still confused, Malfoy prompted on.
“Why don’t you ask if your respected gentleman wants to be released from this duty? No, better, why don’t you ask why your respected gentleman doesn’t want to be released from this duty at all? Why did he accept it to begin with? Huh? Any thoughts?”
Lillian appeared to be no less clueless, so Malfoy had to conclude on his own.
“It’s because he’s gay. Now fuck off, woman, before I set all the curves of your body into nothing but a straight line!”
As Lillian scurried away with mortification, Malfoy turned back to Harry, who was struggling to keep a straight face. Unluckily, the Slytherin mistaked the attempt for not bursting out laughing with discomfort, and he crossed his arms, annoyed.
“What?”
“What?” Harry countered.
“What’s that on your face? You don’t like that I told her you’re gay?”
“No.” And Harry really meant it. What’s out is out. It wasn’t like he was ashamed of it or anything. “It’s just… how do you know I’m gay?”
A frown knitted Malfoy’s eyebrows. “What do you mean, how do I know you’re gay? Don’t tell me that you didn’t know you’re gay?”
“Of course I know!” Harry snapped. “But not nobody else. I haven’t told anyone yet.”
“Ah, I see. Well, you don’t have to tell me. From my point of view, it’s pretty obvious.”
“Really?”
Malfoy smirked, swung an arm around Harry’s shoulder as if they were best mates, then started ticking off his fingers, indicating he had a long list of answers for Harry’s question. “One, you practically drooled when I approached you - thank you for that by the way, it’s a very nice stroke for my ego. Two, you agreed to put sunscreen on me, no straight man would agree to that, even if they feel left out by their friends. Three, you clearly enjoyed rubbing all over my body. Four, what you did with my arse. Five, just now, your arm was jammed between what might be the biggest bosom I’ve ever seen, with the tits almost out I may add, yet you spent the entire time staring at my chest instead. I can go on, but I think you’ve got the point.”
All points were very accurate, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to admit it out loud. Instead, he snorted. “Wrong.”
Malfoy’s smugness didn’t falter. “Enlighten me then.”
“Her tits were already out.” Harry said, grabbing on one - and only - detail that was incorrect. “She just covered it when you sat up.”
“Oh, how were they?”
“Rosier, but not half as lickable as yours.”
That seemed to satisfy Malfoy. The boy gave a cheeky grin and released Harry, lying back down on his blanket. He settled on his back this time, his two muscled arms bent behind his head. Harry considered for a few seconds before promptly climbing onto the other boy, his legs straddling Malfoy’s waist and his bottom landing on Malfoy’s middle. When Malfoy did nothing but gave him an amused look, Harry confidently picked up the sunscreen, poured a small amount onto his hand and started with Malfoy’s chest. The smooth skin looked like it might squeak under his touch, and then it did, and Harry found himself smiling goofily as a child got his new favourite toy.
“Hey, what if the situation is reversed? If you’re helping that Lillian, and I come around and demand you to help me, will you abandon the girl?” Malfoy picked up the conversation while Harry worked diligently around the nipples’ region.
“To begin with, I wouldn’t apply sunscreen on girls, even if they ask me before you. Not that anyone did ask me before you. Maybe you’re right, it’s obvious where my interest lies, and it’s not girls.”
“Nah, it’s only obvious to me, your fellow gay. There was actually a group of girls arguing over who would get to approach you first. I overheard and got there before they could finish their catfight. You should thank me for that by the way. I’ve heard a girl giving the idea of them all lying in front of you and having you rub them all.”
Harry couldn’t imagine a worse scenario than that, even if it would prove that girls finding him unattractive wasn’t the case. They found him a little too attractive, in fact. But it didn’t matter any more, there was only one person now that Harry cared about their interest, and the current situation showed that interest was indeed lay in Harry.
Not that Harry would admit such a thing out loud.
“Well, it won’t be the first time someone’s lining up for your attention anyway, right?” Malfoy continued on his own. “I remember the first day returning to school, girls had been standing in a row from the Great Hall to your common room, wanting nothing but a simple glance from the mighty Saviour. There was a girl who even fainted after you waved at her, wasn’t there?”
Harry was not at all disturbed by Malfoy’s bait. “Wasn’t you also in that line? Head of it, even. You only stood there to glare and judge and hurl taunts at me, but I knew deep down, you also wanted a simple glance from me, didn’t you?”
“Please, what would I do with a simple glance ? If I indeed aim for something from you, it must at least be something that can boost my reputation. A kiss, for example.”
Malfoy probably didn’t mean anything by it, but Harry’s hands already stopped mid-action. He glanced towards Malfoy, who was giving him a questioning look. The confusion soon turned into surprise as Harry leaned forwards and captured his lips without hesitation. The kiss was dry and short, but it sent chills down to Harry’s toes nevertheless.
He had wanted to impress Malfoy that the kissing was nothing more special to him than a handshake between friends. Sadly, the reality was that Harry was desperately shaken by the sensation of one single touch of their lips and his body immediately yearned for another contact. Still, to protect his dignity, Harry forced himself to sit back, resuming the sunscreening work as if nothing happened, while hoping that there would be more opportunities lying ahead of him.
Malfoy, finally recovered from being caught off guard, cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Why did you do that?” He asked, the smugness faded away.
“You wanted a kiss, so I gave you a kiss.” Harry shrugged, inwardly proud of his casual tone. “Feel your reputation being boosted yet?”
Malfoy let out a satisfied laugh. “Oh… it’s already soared since the moment you laid your hands on me, Potter. But just out of curiosity, if I said I wanted a blowjob, would you actually blow me?”
Harry paused again. He deliberately shifted his eyes towards the noticeable bulge packed tightly under Malfoy’s trunk, which had been there for the last twenty minutes. Sending a smirk to the other, Harry pressed his palm down, delighted to get the feel of a thick shaft in his hand.
“Do you want it then?”
Malfoy’s eyebrows almost disappeared behind his fringe. “Really? You will do it? Here?”
Their spot was pretty secluded so other people wouldn’t get a clear view of what they’d been up to here, but Harry doubted that his head bending at Malfoy’s middle region was that hard of a guess. “Maybe just a handjob this time?”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“May I… err, ask why? Just because I asked?”
“If you didn’t say that, I would still touch your cock anyway. I’ve come this far, haven’t I? Only one small part left on your body I haven’t touched, and I don’t plan to leave it like that.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“What more can I say? I can hardly turn down a handjob, can’t I? Especially a handjob from Mighty Saviour no less.”
That was all Harry needed to sneak his hands in. It was his first time ever to be this intimate with another person, he wanted to make it slow and nice and pleasant for both of them, but considering that they were in a beach that was filled with nosy people, he had no choice but to push his wrist to high speed from the start. Malfoy, on the other hand, was already on tight string even before Harry began to stroke him, and now leaking more and more. He went completely silent, spare for his laboured breath and occasional restrained moan, though still had the mind to check their surroundings once in a while to see if anyone was noticing them. It allowed Harry to focus solely on his task. Soon enough, the mission was completed successfully, Harry was awarded with a hot fluid in his wrist and a luscious groan from the person underneath him.
Malfoy spoke first, sitting up and casting a non-verbal cleaning spell on them both. His eyes landed on the swollen part of Harry, smiling. “Do you want… help with yours?”
There would be nothing Harry wanted more in that moment - he only wished he could just strip his pants off right here - unfortunately, Ron had already been calling him from afar, telling him to make haste. Justin’s guidance with motorcycles couldn’t compare with Malfoy’s hand on his aching erection now, but it would only raise suspicion if he insisted on staying here with Malfoy, and then he would get no action other way. Heaving a sigh, he forced himself onto his feet. “Later? Back at our hotel?”
There seemed to be some upset in Malfoy’s eyes, but his smirk didn’t falter. “Fine by me. I’m not the one having to sit on a motorcycle with a seven-inch stick between my legs anyway.”
“Really, you can… tell the length?”
“Not only the length but also the shape. Seriously, are you sure you want to join your friend in this state?”
“Shut up. I will… find a way to calm down. You only need to worry about how to satisfy me later.”
Malfoy didn’t look like he believed Harry could calm down. In fact, he mercilessly fuelled Harry’s desire more by landing a quick kiss on Harry’s lips, which made Harry scramble to get away as fast as he could. He vowed for revenge when he walked away, even though revenge was already on the way on Malfoy’s back.
***
“Harry Potter! Come back here this instant!”
The roaring shout reached Harry just as he was nearing the shore. Through the splashing of water, the familiar blonde head appeared, charging straight at Harry’s direction despite the danger of the running water motorcycle. Hastily, Harry pulled to a stop and jumped off the ride at once. He meant to take a break and let another have a turn anyway.
Malfoy’s furious face when he marched ahead was totally expected, though the punch came along with it wasn’t. He acted so fast that Harry didn’t even have time to dodge as the iron fist landed squarely on his nose. He supposed he earned it, given how he had smirked with all his might upon seeing Malfoy’s storming look.
“Don’t even think about acting like you don’t know what this is about.” Malfoy warned, before Harry had a chance to speak.
Rubbing his aching nose, Harry nodded sincerely. “No. I just want to ask… er, did I look cool out there?”
Malfoy frowned, caught off guard. “What?”
“Earlier? When I was riding the water motorcycle? Did I look cool?”
“What does that have to do with anything here?”
“Do you want to join me later? You can take the backseat and let my coolness absorb you.”
Malfoy finally realised that Harry was being unserious on purpose. His fist raised again, but Harry managed to duck this time. “Come on, what kind of wizard keeps using violence as a solution?”
“The kind of wizard whose back is carved with some idiot’s name!” Malfoy all but spit the words out. “What the hell were you thinking, Potter?”
“Oh, it showed?” Harry asked, although he was fairly certain about the result. “Wait, let me see first.”
Without waiting for Malfoy’s reply, Harry spun the other around eagerly. For some reason, Malfoy didn’t put up with much protest despite all his previous harsh words.
It did indeed show. There on the smooth back, a patch of red skin glowed under the sun, in the form of six letters written in Harry’s most careful penmanship, stretching from one side to the other, proud and beautiful.
H A R R Y ’ S
Absent-mindedly, Harry reached out to touch the sparkling marks. Malfoy didn’t jump at the contact, but his muscles rippled underneath Harry’s fingers as if it was extreme restraint from the other side. After one minute or so, Malfoy decided that Harry had enough time to admire his craftwork, and switched back to the angry mode, wheeling around to face Harry.
“I’m guessing it’s the result of yet another brainless product of your precious Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes?”
“Yes. But don’t worry, it’s totally harmless. We tested.” Harry said quickly. “And it’ll wear off in a few days.”
Clearly it wasn’t good news for Malfoy as Harry had foolishly thought.
“A few days? You mean I have to bear this ugly name of yours on my body for a few more days? How exactly many days are there in these few days ?”
“Two, three days. But you can simply throw a shirt on to cover it up!”
“We’re on a vacation at a beach! You can’t seriously expect me to wear a shirt all the time!”
“Oh… right. What do you want me to do then? No spell can’t erase it, we’ve made sure of that.”
“Don’t I know that? My friends have tried and tried, after laughing their arses off, of course. I still cannot believe you did this. And right after I’ve been so generous, letting you touch me as much as you want. Now I know how naive I’ve been, thinking you had no ulterior motive when helping me…”
“Fine, fine! How about I let you do it back to me? Will that help?”
That effectively put a stop to Malfoy’s rant. It was as if the boy had been waiting for this exact suggestion from Harry, he perked up at once. The madness directed at Harry turned into another kind of madness, his face stretched into a schemed cruel smirk.
“I should think so. Alright Potter, hand over your pranking potion and get over there. Let’s see what I can do to you.”
They walked past a group of their friends sniggling, no doubt at the both of them. Ron was the loudest, kept telling Harry how he was proud of his best mate, at the same time advertising the product that created the work on Malfoy’s back. The fact that his best mate was about to be punished by the very same product seemed not to bother him at all. Not that Harry actually saw this as a punishment, not if it meant Malfoy would get his hand on Harry the same way Harry did to him earlier.
They arrived at their original spot, where Malfoy mercilessly shoved Harry down the blanket and kicked the giant umbrella onto the ground. For concealing them from intrusive eyes, Malfoy explained.
“The potion needs the sunlight to be active.” Harry advised helpfully. “If you cover us all, it’ll just work as normal sunscreen.”
“Don’t worry. There’s plenty of sunlight here.”
Not letting Harry have his response, Malfoy yanked Harry’s trunk all the way down with one smooth move. Harry personally didn’t mind being naked in front of this boy, but for the sake of his dignity, he still yelled out one or two protests. Malfoy saw right through those weak attempts, ordered Harry to roll on his front then proceeded to sit on Harry’s bare legs. The jar popped open and Harry instinctively braced for the cool substance to meet his skin.
Malfoy didn’t rub immediately though. Through his shoulder, Harry saw the other was peering into the jar as if it offended him somehow.
“Are you sure this is completely harmless?” He asked after studying left and right.
Harry tried not to sound impatient. It might very likely be mistaken as eager in this case. “Of course.”
“There won’t be any side effects for me to touch it?”
“Hermione tested it.”
As expected, that had put an end to Malfoy’s suspicion. “Fine. Now turn your head back, I don’t want you to see how I work.”
“As if I can actually see what you’re doing. But I suppose I can feel what you write on my back anyway.”
“I won’t write my name, if that’s what you worry about. By the way, what were you thinking, writing that on me?”
To mark you as mine . Out loud, Harry said. “I don’t know. I see your back under the sun and I just know I have to write my name on it.”
“Well, if you put it like that, I suddenly realise there’s something I want to mark you with as well. Ok, here I go.”
A tentative finger touched Harry’s back, then the press became clearer. It felt like a straight line somewhere to the left of his shoulder blade. Then another straight line, then a circle, then a cross, then something like a triangle and Harry completely lost track. He wondered if Malfoy was indeed conducting a work of art on his body, because the trace no longer felt like letters. Granted, Harry wasn’t really connected to the current sensation on his back no matter what he told Malfoy. All his nerves had now gathered one single place on his body ever since Malfoy stripped him off and settled on top of him, that there was none left to tell what was going on in other parts.
After five minutes, it seemed that Malfoy finally finished with his work. Harry heard the jar being closed again. Though Malfoy hadn’t shown any sign of getting up yet.
“Now, we’ve come to the main event of today.” Malfoy announced.
Before Harry could raise his question, he felt something hard and slick suddenly snap on his arse. Harry twisted his head around, belatedly realised that Malfoy had also got rid of the only piece of his clothes.
“Malfoy!”
“What?” Malfoy challenged. He pressed the stiff length on one of Harry’s arsecheeks, even the balls came to contact with Harry’s skin as well.
“A little warning would be nice.”
Malfoy didn’t reply immediately, keeping his cock in place for a few more seconds before cracking Harry’s arse open and sliding the shaft between the crevice. It took some adjustments before the boy appeared to find the angle he liked.
“And risk the chance of you saying no?” He said while slowly began rubbing. “No thanks.”
“I won’t say no. I let you take off my trunk, for god’s sake.”
Malfoy didn’t say anything to that, only sped up the rolling of his hip.
“Fine, if you want to do it, at least lube me first. I’m too dry for you to enter.”
“I’m not going to enter. Not yet. Not this time.”
“Oh… then by all means… continue.”
Malfoy gave a hoarse laugh and proceeded to lie down on Harry’s body. His hand caught the messy dark hair and used it to twist Harry’s head around, manoeuvring it to the exact level where their lips could easily meet. The kiss was hungry and passionate and wild, completely different from their chaste first kiss. The friction of bare skins sliding against one another was smooth and mad and sinful, filling their surroundings with the air of lustful sweat. The dance of two hips was sinuously and synchronised and natural, as if they had known how to work with each other all along.
Malfoy came shortly, spilling out on Harry’s arse and back. He climbed off then, rolled Harry onto one side and turned the other way around so that his head levelled with Harry’s middle. Wet lips embraced the aching erection, flaring extreme pleasure within Harry. Eager teeth nipped the wrinkle skin, pushing Harry closer and closer to explosion. Skillful tongue wrapped around the leaking head, licking and sucking as if it was the most delicious thing in the world. Expectedly, Harry soon lost control, pouring his whitish fluid into the hot mouth.
They lay side by side, trying to tame their ragged breath while grinning goofily at each other. Until Malfoy decided that they’d rested enough and forced Harry to turn over to observe Harry’s back.
“Oh would you look at that?” Malfoy said cheerfully. “My work is perfectly done.”
“What did you write anyway? I couldn’t tell.”
“It’s fine. Others can help you with that. Shall we go? I’m sure your harem are dying to know what I’ve done to you.”
Dutifully, Harry got dressed and followed Malfoy out of their little hiding place. True to his prediction, many of their friends were accidentally gathered near the spot, acting as if they were not curious at all. Ron was the first one rushed over when Harry emerged, without saying anything, straightly spun Harry around to watch his back.
“I don’t understand.” Ron said after a moment. “I thought Malfoy was going to avenge you the same way as what you did to him?”
Harry coughed, hoping that there was no blush on his face. “Yes, he did. He wrote on me as well. Or drew something, I couldn’t really tell.”
“But there’s nothing on your back.”
“What?” Didn’t Malfoy just admire his work a minute earlier? And if it was indeed not showing, why did the man still grinning like a maniac right now? “No, it’s impossible.”
“I know what I see, mate. Hey Hermione, there’s nothing on Harry’s back, right?”
There was a chorus of agreement behind him, then someone called out.
“What if Malfoy marked other places?”
But Malfoy didn’t even touch Harry’s front. The only place he touched that was covered from people’s eyes now was Harry’s arse, and Harry didn’t remember Malfoy touching it with his hands. Only with…
He wheeled on the boy with the pasted shit-eating grin, frowning with suspicion. “Don’t tell me that…”
“Yes, Potter?” Malfoy drawled in a tone of an adult waiting for a child to arrive at the conclusion of a simple sum.
Recalling how he had found it weird earlier, when Malfoy pressed his cock at Harry’s skin for a good minute before starting the push and pull, Harry all but shouted, indignantly. “You printed your cock on my arse???”
No doubt the whole beach heard it, there were scandalous gasps everywhere, raising the crucial question of what exactly had happened that could lead to such a situation. Then there were some amused catcalls of quick-witted people who must have connected the accusation with what Harry had actually written on Malfoy’s back and figured out what was going on between the two of them.
Harry could hardly care though, because he just realised he had a cock tattoo on his arse for crying out loud.
Upon Harry’s outburst, Malfoy merely stretched his smirk wider. “You can’t just accuse me of something like that out of nowhere. I’m afraid you have to strip off if you want to prove it now.”
“I don’t need proof! I bloody know that you did it!”
“But Harry—” Ron suddenly interrupted, sounding as if he was restrained laughing. “—earlier, you don’t sound like you know it, which is weird, because how can you not know if someone put… something like that on you?”
Since Harry can’t actually explain that in a dignified way, he had no choice but to turn back on the culprit, calculating what would be the most appropriate punishment for this one. The culprit, on the other hand, sensed the danger in Harry’s eyes at once and began to move away, still laughing as he retreated. Harry instantly advanced on him, planning to keep him in place first, but Malfoy’d already switched to running, his footsteps light and fast. And before Harry knew it had turned into a chase on the sandy shore.
The heat of the day prevented them from carrying for too long. Harry was the one to give up first.
“Stop, Malfoy!”
“And have you hex me until next week? No thanks!”
“If I want to hex you, you can run to France and I still can hex you. Come back here, I swear I won’t hurt you.”
At that, Malfoy gradually slowed down and finally came to a stop a few inches ahead of Harry. Harry walked the short distance, swung his arm around Malfoy in case the boy bolted again as he caught up.
“But you will have to let me fuck you in return.”
Malfoy was totally fine with that. “Now? Here?”
Looking around, Harry found that they were quite far from others now, not enough to hide what they would do from people, but enough for the detail to be obstructed.
“If you dare?”
In answer, Malfoy kissed him.
***
Standing from afar, Ron watched the two idiots rolling on the sand in disdain. Did they really think no one could see what they were doing? It was plain daylight for crying out loud. Hearing the suspicious sound from behind their umbrella earlier was one thing, but to see everything displayed with naked eyes was completely different. Did they have no concern for other people’s feelings, having to witness their best mate fervently making out with their least favourite people in the world?
Sadly, Ron seemed alone in his misery. Other girls, despite being used to fawning over Harry’s every step, appeared to have no problem with Harry being with a man. According to them, seeing “two bloody hot boyshagging even more exhilarating”, especially if one of them was a bad boy and the other was the best of the good.
“Did you think they look hot as well?” Ron couldn’t help but ask Hermione.
“Just average.” Hermione waved it off. “Not as hot as you, of course.”
Ron grinned proudly, but before he could find a word to flatter back his girlfriend, the shout of every other girl interrupted. Expectedly, as he turned back to the crazy couple in the distance, he saw that both had nothing left on their bodies. For small mercy, the details were quite blurred, half because of the far distance, half because of those two kept switching position too quickly. But it was clear what the red shape on Harry’s arse meant, and Ron finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“At least get under the water, for Merlin’s sake!” He yelled with all his might.
Luckily, it appeared to reach the target, as Harry and Malfoy paused to look at his direction, before dragging each other to the sea. They didn’t go far, but their bits were thankfully out of sight now. Other girls might boo at him in protest, but the innocence of his eyes were more important than all that nonsense.
“You seem to take this pretty well.” Hermione commented casually.
“Well. They’ve been dancing around each other for a whole year, so I sort of have a year to prepare myself. Now I’m just glad this finally happens.”
“Yeah, me too. Took them long enough.” Hermione agreed, then suddenly changed the subject. “Though I must admit, seeing Harry’s name on Malfoy’s back makes me sort of want to do the same to you.”
“Oh, let’s! It just stays around for a couple of days anyway.”
“And if you want to do the same to me, that’s alright as well.”
“Just to be clear… same as what Harry did, or what Malfoy did?”
“Either is fine to me. If you dare?”
“Gryffindor always dares.”