Title: Pretending For Real Part 7
Author: Constant Vigilance
Status: FIN
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Website: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Rating: NC-17 for this part.
Pairing: Harry/Oliver/Draco
Spoilers: AU. Characters aged up to age of consent.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is God.
Summary: Oliver needs a boyfriend to parade in front of his family. Harry offers to fill in.
Notes: For Cassy. Just cause.

They tumbled into the room like eager puppies; all spur of the moment fun and no plan. That proved to be their downfall when the play finally ceased and the level of comfort began to drop. Each man each chose a point in the room, far from the bed, and stood staring at the others. Harry finally smiled shyly and cleared his throat. “Sh-should we get undressed, then?” he offered.

His words were like an accelerant. Soon, each man was frantically stripping, trying to pay more attention to himself than to the other two in the room. Harry tossed his clothes over his shoulder as he pulled them off, letting them fall where they may. Oliver pulled his off and dropped them into an untidy pile at his feet. Draco took the time to fold each item and place it carefully on a chair.

Then, they were naked…and back to staring at one another out of the corner of their eyes. Draco rolled his. ~Bloody fucking Gryffindor virgins~ he snarled in his head. He plucked the bottle of chocolate from the chair with his clothing and aimed it at Harry. The seeker’s eyes widened and he held his hands up in a pleading gesture.

An evil grin on his face, Draco murmured a heating charm and squeezed. Harry shrieked as the gooey chocolate struck his chest. He spun around, presenting his back in an attempt to protect his face and Draco shrugged before aiming the stream directly at Harry’s arsecrack. Oliver whooped in hilarity, tears coming to his eyes as he pointed at Harry’s misfortune.

Draco merely raised an eyebrow and changed the direction of his weapon. A moment later, Oliver was howling and dancing about the room to escape the warm liquid. He lunged for Harry, ducking behind him and giving Draco one less target. Draco followed Oliver’s flight through the room and contentedly returned his spraying to Harry as Oliver moved out of range.

Harry retaliated by grabbing Oliver’s arms and swinging them both around, giving Draco a chance to soak Oliver’s arse as well. Locked in mortal combat, Harry and Oliver desperately vied for the upper hand…and the coveted protected spot behind the other…until they noticed that the spray had stopped. They looked over as one and saw the dawning horror on Draco’s face as he realized his chocolate weapon had run dry.

Draco turned wide eyes on the two chocolate covered men and began backing away carefully. Harry let loose with a howl and charged. He put extra effort into smearing as much chocolate onto Draco’s body as was physically possible. As such, he didn’t notice Draco manipulating him to the bed until the mattress slammed into his calves and he went down onto the fluffy softness of the duvet.

“Wood!” Draco cackled, “Get over here and help me hold him down!” Oliver felt the sudden lift of a tiny heaviness in his chest that had been growing since Harry jumped Draco. He leaped into the center of the bed and leaned over to hold Harry’s arms while Draco kept his place on the floor holding Harry’s legs.

“Let me up you bastards!” Harry managed between giggles.

“I think not, Potter,” Draco replied dryly. “Wood, pin his arms down with your knees.”

Oliver gave a startled glance at the former Slytherin before obeying. He swung a leg a leg over Harry’s chest and pinned Harry’s left arm with his right knee. He duplicated the pinning process with his left leg and Harry’s right arm. Harry stopped fighting suddenly. Oliver warily looked down between his legs and felt his cock give a jump at the sight.

Harry’s gorgeous face, framed by Oliver’s tanned thighs…Harry’s ungodly sexy mouth hovering under Oliver’s steadily growing erection. Harry had a smear of chocolate on his cheek and Oliver reached down to wipe it away with his thumb. Harry chased his thumb until he caught it between sharp little teeth and Oliver sucked his breath in at the erotic gesture.

Eyes locked with Oliver’s, Harry pulled off of the thumb with a loud pop and nuzzled Oliver’s cock with his cheek. A low moan escaped Oliver’s throat and Harry chuckled before taking the keeper into his mouth. Oliver shuddered and let his eyes fall closed, reveling in the feeling of Harry’s agile, warm tongue wrapping around his prick.

A keen made it’s way around the flesh in Harry’s mouth and Oliver opened his eyes just in time to see Harry’s flutter closed. He twisted a bit to look behind him and found Draco pressed up against his back. Malfoy gave Oliver a wicked smirk as he adjusted Harry’s legs around his hips, driving a chocolate-lubed cock deep into Harry’s slick tunnel.

Before Oliver could move away, Draco captured his mouth. Oliver caught his breath at the sweet burst of flavor on his tongue. He knew part of it was the chocolate, but deeper, there was a sweetness that he knew came from Malfoy. Draco drew Oliver’s tongue into his mouth and began sucking it like a candy. The combined feeling of sucking at both ends nearly drove Oliver into insanity.

Just as he was ready to turn the tables on Malfoy and venture into his mouth, Draco pulled off of him. Disappointed, Oliver mewled his displeasure. Draco just chuckled and planted a hand in Oliver’s back and pushed. Oliver had to twist back quickly and catch himself on his hands lest he slam into Harry’s face. The new position had him on all fours straddling Harry’s face while the seeker sucked his brains out through his cock.

Draco ran his hands over Oliver’s back, rubbing the chocolate into smooth flesh. Oliver let the rhythm drag him down, Draco’s amazing hands and Harry’s even more amazing mouth. Then, Draco’s hands moved to Oliver’s arse and parted the muscled cheeks. He leaned in and swiped a warm tongue over Oliver’s hole causing the Gryffindor to squeak and slam forward into Harry’s throat. Harry moaned around the invasion, causing another squeak to fall from Oliver’s lips.

Draco worked his tongue over the wrinkled, candy-smeared flesh, dipping inside Oliver’s warm body at random intervals. Oliver writhed back and forth from cock to tongue, desperate to feel more of both. Draco latched on and sucked just as Harry swirled his tongue around Oliver’s cock head and Oliver felt his balls draw up. He gave a shudder and emptied into Harry’s mouth, jerking slightly as Draco gave another suck on his arsehole.

Underneath him, Harry squirmed slightly and Oliver slipped backwards off of the seeker’s arms only to find Harry easing him down onto Harry’s own cock. Oliver moaned loudly as he sank onto the stiffened flesh, feeling a slight burn as Harry stretched his hole further than Draco’s tongue had done. He felt arms go around him and knew that Draco was holding him up.

Between Harry thrusting up into him and back down into Draco’s cock and Draco’s nimble fingers playing over his nipples, Oliver was hard again in seconds. He gave up rational thought and just held on, letting Harry and Draco fuck each other through him. It didn’t take long before he heard Draco giving little whimpering pants in his ear. Draco jerked, his cock pumping into Harry’s body and Oliver squeezed down with his internal muscles.

Harry howled and slammed his cock up into Oliver and forward into Draco and Oliver could feel the warm spunk shoot into his own channel. Gasping for air, the three of them fell sideways onto the bed, arms and legs wrapped up in each other. Long minutes later, after they’d regained their breath, they crawled up to the head of the bed and curled up into a fleshy ball.

Harry took the middle while Draco snuggled up on his left and Oliver on his right. Draco and Oliver wrapped their arms over Harry’s waist and around the other. Legs tangled until no one could tell who’s belonged to whom. Just before sleep claimed them, Harry giggled.

“Hey Oliver,” he mumbled. “Whatdoya think your mum and da will make of both Draco and me in your bed?”

Draco snorted sleepily. “They’ll think I’m fucking mice. He squeaks worse than you do.”