TITLE
Nothing But a Santa Hat and a Smile

 RATING
Very NC-17

 WARNINGS
PWP, sexual content, adult language, minor hurt/comfort, minor food smut (nothing graphic, just a bit of melted chocolate),
sexual innuendo involving candy canes ;)

 DISCLAIMER
I own nothing. JKR owns everything.

Draco dragged himself through his front door mid-yawn after a rotten day at work. He started making his way through the house, peeling off his jacket, tie, shoes, and socks and dropping them on the floor as he went. Harry would be pissed, but who cares? Draco didn’t have the luxury of a week off work like Harry did. Right now, he just needed a good, long hug from his lover.

Draco shuffled into the kitchen amidst another wide yawn, intending to track down the nearest Headache Potion when he stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth dropping open.

Harry was standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a Santa hat and a smile, sucking rather suggestively on a candy cane.

“You… you… fuck!” Draco stammered. “Is this my Christmas present?”

Harry laughed. “It’s not Christmas for another two days, my sweet.”

Draco licked his lips and gaped at the candy cane slowly sliding in… and out… in… and out… of his boyfriend’s beautiful lips. He gulped.

“No, no. I think all my Christmases just came at once…” Draco murmured hoarsely.

“What? You think this is for you?” Harry asked innocently, waving his hand in front of his naked torso. “No, love. You aren’t getting this present until you help me put up the Christmas tree.”

“What? Fuck off!” Draco cried in exasperation. “Fuck the tree! I want you now!” He took a determined step forward at the same time Harry stepped back and whipped out a bathrobe from where it was strategically lying on a chair at their breakfast bar. Within seconds Harry had the fluffy blue robe wrapped tightly around himself, now covering every inch of skin from neck to toe.

Harry removed the candy cane from his mouth with a soft popping sound. “Tree,” he said simply and wandered out of the room.

“Bloody fucking tree and our fucking lack of a fucking house elf! You’re an arse, Harry!” Draco screeched and stalked after Harry.

Harry was standing in the living room next to a bunch of boxes full of Christmas decorations. He patted his robe-covered bum and grinned. “An arse you can’t have until you help me put up our tree.”

“Can’t we do it the Wizarding way this year?” Draco whined and grabbed Harry’s hand. “We did it the Muggle way last year!”

“The Muggle way is more fun,” Harry replied.

“SEX is more fun, Harry!” Draco argued. “Just a quick blow job and I’ll put up ten trees for you! Pleeeeeease?”

“I thought Malfoys didn’t whine?” Harry teased.

“I am not whining. I’m forcefully requesting a bloody fuck!” Draco snapped.  

“And you’re forcefully being declined until you help me with the tree.”

Draco’s face twisted into an frustrated sneer and he grabbed the nearest box and ripped it open, sending tinsel and glass baubles flying everywhere.

“No need to be so vicious, love,” Harry said patronisingly.

Draco pointed a silver light-up icicle at Harry. “I hate you,” he hissed. “You should be more than happy to shag me after I’ve had a horrible day at work. I need stress relief! Instead I have to come home, erect this…weed, and cover it in gaudy trash you called decorations!”

“I’ll show you erect when the tree is up,” Harry purred.

Draco roughly grabbed a handful of tinsel in one hand and some fake tree branches in the other. “Why don’t we have a bloody real bush? This is so gauche it’s almost vomit-worthy.”

“You liked it last year,” Harry pointed out as he started setting their tree up.

“That was because I shagged you under it,” Draco sniped with an adorable pout that made Harry grin.

“Who says we aren’t going to do that this year?”

“I’m going to fucking hold you to that!” Draco warned. “Don’t you realise what a disaster this is? I’m standing here with tinsel in my hand and a raging hard-on. You’re standing there in a bathrobe with a fake branch in your hand not willing to do anything about my boner! What is wrong with this picture?”

“You not working quick enough to get the tree up; that’s what’s wrong. Anyone would think you aren’t interested in a shag under the tree at all. Close that delicious mouth of yours and get to work,” Harry ordered.

“Only if you do this without the bathrobe,” Draco bargained.

“Only if you promise not to accost me before the last decoration is up,” Harry tossed back.

“Fine,” Draco huffed and then gaped as Harry dropped the bathrobe and was left to put the Christmas tree up completely naked. “I really hate you right now. I’m not just saying it this time. This is pure, unadulterated hate.”

Harry snorted. “I’ll remind you of that, shall I, when you attack me once the tree is up?” Draco just growled and yanked a handful of decorations from one of the boxes.

They managed to put together something that somewhat resembled a Christmas tree with decorations in a record amount of time; Draco’s eyes never leaving Harry’s body. Despite a little bump in the road when Harry had put Christmas carols on their sound system, which resulted in Draco having a fit because of it, their seven-foot high Christmas tree – and decorations – finally stood tall and proud in the middle of their living room.

Harry stood back with his hands on his bare hips and grinned. “I think we did a– oomf!” He suddenly found himself flat on his back with a mouthful of a horny blond. Draco had him pinned to the floor with one hand and was fumbling with the zip on his trousers with the other, all the while still kissing Harry hungrily.

Harry reached up to take the Santa hat off his head, but Draco pulled back and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t. It’s hot…” he said huskily and then covered Harry’s mouth with his own again. He ran his tongue over Harry’s cheek and started sucking on Harry’s soft earlobe. Harry whimpered and dropped his head back onto the floor with a soft thud. He closed his eyes, revelling in the sensations of Draco’s tongue. Then the hot, wet mouth was gone from his ear, and Draco scrambled off him.

“Fucking zippers! I can’t–” Draco reefed at his zipper forcefully and succeeded in ripping his trousers open, the zip still completely intact. “That’s enough for me…” He kicked off the trousers and boxers and slid out of his shirt without even undoing the buttons and was soon left just as naked as Harry.

Draco crawled in between Harry’s legs and growled hungrily as he eyed Harry lying flat on his back, naked and wanton with his legs spread widely… And it’s all for me, Draco thought to himself as he licked his lips.

“O Holy Night indeed…” Draco purred, wrapped his lips around Harry’s dick, and sucked greedily.

“Shit!” Harry hissed and his hand immediately went to the back of Draco’s head to urge his boyfriend’s oral skills. Draco’s tongue swirled around the top of Harry’s erection expertly, and Harry started slowly moving his hips as he was lost in the sensations. All thoughts of Christmas and trees flew from Harry’s mind as Draco’s long, elegant fingers moved to fondle his balls, and then lower to tease the sensitive skin around his anus.

Then the warm, wet mouth was gone from his dick and Harry whined softly in complaint, which turned into a choke of surprise when he felt Draco’s insistent tongue lap at his entrance eagerly. Harry spread his legs wider to give Draco easier access and was rewarded with Draco’s tongue breaching his tight opening. Harry sighed in pleasure. This was one of his favourite things that Draco did to him, and it never failed to send him careening to the edge of ecstasy right before Draco pulled back to prolong their lovemaking.

Draco was making small noises of indulgence as he revelled in the taste that was purely Harry. Harry was writhing against the thick carpet as Draco reached up and massaged Harry’s erection. Even the soft feathering of Harry’s fingers through the back of Draco’s soft blond hair was enough to send small shockwaves of bliss through Draco’s body. It wasn’t enough though. It was never enough until he was inside Harry, and he started rubbing himself against Harry’s leg in anticipation.

“Please, Draco… baby… I want you so much…” Harry murmured. Draco pulled back and smiled at Harry as he fumbled in his discarded pants for his wand. Harry was breathing heavily and a light sheen of sweat had broken out over his beautiful body.

Harry gazed at Draco with his piercing green eyes and smiled serenely. “I love you,” he whispered. Draco crawled up over Harry’s body and claimed his lips in a passionate kiss, showing Harry his love rather than using the words. Harry responded ran his hands down Draco’s back and stopped at his bum and gave it a loving squeeze.

Draco eased out of the kiss by sucking softly on Harry’s bottom lip. He muttered the lubrication charm and his hand filled with a slick substance. He sat back onto Harry’s thighs and took Harry’s hand into his to share the lube with Harry. Harry immediately moved to stroke Draco’s now straining erection, smoothing the liquid all over it. Draco threw his head back and exhaled sharply at the feeling. He slid his hand between Harry’s legs and coated his entrance with the lube. Harry needed little preparing as Draco had ensured he was more than ready with his tongue.

“Are you ready, beautiful?” Draco whispered and Harry nodded eagerly. He climbed off Harry and positioned himself between his legs. Harry was panting in anticipation and cried out when Draco pushed forward entered him slowly.

Draco placed a soothing hand on Harry’s chest and felt his heart beating rapidly as he waited for Harry to adjust to Draco being inside him.

Soon, Harry nodded to indicate he was fine, and Draco started moving slowly in and out of Harry. Harry fell into the steady rhythm and rocked his hips in time with Draco’s thrusts. Draco watched intently as Harry started stroking himself; green eyes closed in pleasure. Draco loved the little panting and gasping noises Harry made when they had sex. The sight of Harry completely losing himself in feelings Draco was creating was mesmerizing.  

Draco reached down and tweaked one of Harry’s nipples and Harry’s eyes popped open and met Draco’s grey ones. Draco leaned over and Harry pulled himself up onto his elbows to meet his lover half way in a chaste kiss; neither able to concentrate long enough to prolong it. Harry flopped back down, and Draco gently took Harry’s hand away from his own dick and took over the ministrations.

Harry bucked up suddenly and whimpered. “Close…” he panted, so Draco sped up his thrusting. They were both soon dripping with sweat and Draco bit down onto his bottom lip to concentrate. He was determined to let Harry come first. He wanted to watch the beautiful sight of Harry mid-orgasm. It was almost as potent on Draco’s own arousal as physical touch.

Then Harry was moaning and gripping Draco’s thighs almost painfully as he was crying out Draco’s name and coming forcefully, spilling spurts of come all over his stomach, chest and Draco’s hand.

“Oh god,” Draco rasped. After one final, firm thrust he climaxed, feeling Harry’s eyes on him. He rode out the pulsations racing through his body and then flopped bonelessly onto Harry’s chest, only giving a brief thought to the mess he was falling in.

Harry lay on his back, panting heavily in an attempt to regain his breath. He gazed up at the tree and smirked. “You reneged on our deal…” he murmured.

“Hmm?” Draco hummed, not really taking in anything Harry was saying. The post-coital warm, fuzzy feeling engulfing him was just too wonderful. 

“You promised not to accost me before the last decoration was up,” Harry said tiredly. “You forgot the angel…”

“Huh?” Draco muttered. “What fucking angel?”

“The angel, Draco! On top of the tree!”

Draco opened his eyes and glared weakly at Harry before tipping his head up to see that the top of the tree was, in fact, bare. “Who cares?”

“I care, you wanker!” Harry snapped. “Put it up like you promised or I’ll not fuck you again until after the New Year.”

“But that’s over a week away!” Draco argued as he sat up.

“Angel,” Harry said, his tone firm.

“I don’t want to move! It looks ridiculous anyway! Who invented the tradition of a heavenly being having a pine tree shoved up her arse?” Draco complained. Harry just gave him a blank look. “Oh, fine! I’m only doing this because pouting isn’t becoming of you.”

Draco stood up and fumbled around for the angel. He pulled it out of the box and reached up to put it on the tip of the tree. Just as he had it even, he lost his balance and scrambled automatically to grab something to stop himself falling, which just happened to be a branch of the rather flimsy tree, and fell heavily into it amongst the sharp plastic pine needles, sending it toppling over and he landed in a messy heap next to it.

 “DRACO! Shit! Are you ok?” Harry cried, rushing over to his boyfriend as quick as he could whilst trying to avoid the broken glass of various smashed baubles.

Draco tried to move but a searing pain shot through his back and he cried out. “It hurts…” he rasped. “I can’t move.”

“Oh, fuck! Um, just don’t move! I’ll get someone!”

“I can’t fucking move, you wanker!” Draco seethed and then hissed in pain.

“Just give me a minute! I’ll get help!” Harry spun around to hurry over to their fireplace.

“Wait, Harry. I’m cold…” Draco croaked. He knew he must look like a complete idiot lying there in a pile of bright green plastic and smashed Christmas decorations buck naked.

Harry grabbed his bathrobe and tucked it around Draco before pressing a comforting kiss to Draco’s forehead. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Harry stumbled over to their fireplace and Draco groaned when he heard who Harry was calling.

* * * * *

“How the fuck…?” Ron Weasley muttered when he stepped out of Harry and Draco’s Floo and into their living room. He was soon roughly shoved aside by his wife, Hermione.

“Keep your mouth shut, Ronald,” Hermione ordered and handed him her medical bag.

“Thanks for coming right away,” Harry said, anxiously wringing his hands. “He’s hurt himself really bad. He can’t move.”

“How the hell did he manage to hurt himself so bad during a fuck, and how did the Christmas tree come into the equation?” Ron asked in disbelief.

“We weren’t having sex when this happened, Ron!” Harry snapped.

Ron raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat as he pointedly looked down the length of Harry’s body. Harry suddenly realised his arse was still as bare as the day he was born, and he shrieked in embarrassment and covered himself with his hands.

“I’m a Healer, Harry. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Hermione said succinctly. “And Ron has seen it numerous times in school, so quit with the prudish act. I do, however, want to know what sexual position you were in to cause Draco to injure his back. You said he was, quote-unquote, ‘very flexible’.”

“WE WEREN’T FUCKING!” Harry shouted. “HE WAS PUTTING THE ANGEL ON THE TREE!”

“Yeah right,” Ron scoffed, “and I’m as blond as a Malfoy.”

“Harry, you are both starkers and have shag hair,” Hermione said slowly as if she was speaking to a child. “The ‘we weren’t shagging’ routine won’t work this time.” She patted his arm patronisingly.

“We were shagging, but he hurt himself when he lost his balance putting the angel up afterwards!” Harry huffed. “Now can you just bloody help him?! He’s in agony!”

“Just calm down,” Hermione said and walked over to where Draco was lying with his hand over his face.

“You can make your sarcastic comments all you want later, but can you please get rid of this pain first? I’m in fucking agony,” Draco moaned.

“Alright, don’t move,” Hermione ordered.

“FUCK! Why do you imbeciles keep telling me not to move when it’s bloody obvious I’m not going bloody anywhere!” Draco screeched and waved his hand. “Ow, shit!”

“What did I just say?” Hermione asked dryly. “Don’t move, and don’t be a dickhead or I’ll leave your skinny pale arse lying here until Christmas. Harry, would you please put some clothes on?” she asked without turning to look at her best friend.

“What did I do?” Harry cried in defence.

“You’re reminding me that Draco hurt himself ‘not shagging’,” Hermione intoned. “I love you and you have a very nice body, but that doesn’t mean I want to do my job and examine your boyfriend while you’re standing there reminding me what you two were up to right where I’m sitting. Harry scowled and grabbed Draco’s boxers and shirt and yanked them on in a huff.

Hermione pulled out her special Healing wand from her medical case and waved it over various parts of Draco’s body, all the while muttering spells under her breath.

“Can you fix him?” Harry asked anxiously, hovering behind Hermione where she was crouching over Draco.

“Nothing can fix him,” Ron snorted and earned identical glares from Harry and Hermione.

“Please just give me whatever potion or do whatever spell you need to do to take away this goddamn pain!” Draco groaned.

Hermione pursed her lips and hummed. “Sorry, love. There is nothing I can do to take the pain away immediately. In fact, the only thing I can do for this sort of injury is give you a potion which will take two days to work. Until then, you’re bedridden, my unfortunate blond pal.”

“WHAT?!” Harry and Draco cried in unison.

“What sort of injury?” Harry asked as Draco whined and brought his hands gingerly up to his face.

“Deep tissue. You’ve torn a muscle in your lower back, Draco. A spell won’t reach it, and the potion we use takes time to heal the torn muscle. If you were a Muggle, you could be in agony for weeks,” Hermione explained.

“Fuck,” Draco mumbled.

“Why does he have to stay in bed?” Harry asked. He dropped to his knees and rubbed Draco’s arm in an attempt to comfort him. “Can you give him pain potions or something to help?”

“Movement will impede the healing. Flat on his back in bed for at least two days is the best way to make sure the injury heals. If not, he could be in pain for some time. If he wants the potion to heal the muscle, he’ll have to go without pain relief, I’m afraid. One counteracts the other. He can either have pain relief and let the muscle heal naturally, which will take weeks, or he can have the muscle healing potion, which will heal the muscle in a couple of days, but put up with the pain,” Hermione reeled off, sounding oddly like a talking textbook.

“How do I take care of him like this? How does he, like, sit up to eat, get dressed, shower and well, um… the toilet?” Harry stammered and gazed sympathetically down at Draco, how despised being helpless and reliant on anyone.

“With great difficulty,” Hermione stated. “I’m not going to lie to you, Harry,” she continued when she saw the horrified look on Harry’s face. “He’ll be in pain and need your help as much as possible. Do you want me to come stay with you for a few days until he starts to heal?”

Draco was uncharacteristically silent throughout the exchange, and Harry noted the angry scowl marring Draco’s usually light features. “No, that’s ok. But thanks for the offer. If you could just give me a few pointers, we should be fine. Oh, and help me get him up the stairs with the least amount of pain possible, and I will be eternally grateful.”

* * * * *

A little while later, Draco was lying flat on his back in their bed staring furiously at the ceiling. “I’ll be fucked if you are helping me in the toilet, Potter,” he sneered.

“Fine, go yourself,” Harry replied with a shrug. Draco turned and shot him a look of pure fury.

“This is all your goddamn fault! You and your fucking angel fetish!” Draco cried and then fell silent. “It hurts like hell, Harry…” he finally said in a tiny, miserable voice.

Harry sighed and came to sit next to his injured boyfriend. “Do you want me to try the light massage like Hermione suggested?” He placed a hand on Draco’s stomach and rubbed softly in an attempt to offer some form of comfort.

“She probably just suggested that so I would be in more agony than I am now,” Draco complained.

“She’s a Healer, Draco. She might think you are a shit at times, but she wouldn’t inflict intentional pain on you for kicks. You’re lucky she did that charm on you so you could move around a little bit,” Harry pointed out and Draco’s scowl deepened. “Fine. I’ll just get into my pyjamas, go to sleep, and you can do absolutely everything on your own,” he continued dismissively and went to the wardrobe to start searching through one of the drawers.

“You can’t just leave me here like this!” Draco argued.

“But I’m going to because you obviously don’t want my help in any way, shape, or form,” Harry bit back. 

“Yes, I do,” Draco reluctantly admitted in a barely audible voice.

“And you admit it wasn’t my fault that you injured your back?” Harry pressed and Draco heaved a deep sigh and then winced in pain.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Draco mumbled.

“And you agree that Harry Potter is the world’s best fuck?”

“Don’t push your luck!” Draco scoffed. “You can’t possibly be a better fuck than me, so it’s impossible for you to be the best.”

Harry snorted. “You aren’t in much of a position to protest,” he laughed.

“And you won’t be in much of a position ever again if you don’t shut the hell up!” Draco sneered.

Harry raised his eyebrow and brushed an imaginary piece of fluff off his sleeve. “I think I might just go downstairs and watch television,” he sniffed.

“Merlin, you can be such a wanker! I’m your boyfriend, I’m seriously injured and you won’t shut your mouth long enough to help me!” Draco cried and then did something that threw Harry for a loop: he turned his head away and sniffed back some tears.

“God, Draco, I’m sorry,” Harry murmured guiltily and sat back down on the bed. “You know I’ll help you, but do you have to be such a shit while I do?”

“I can’t help it! You think I want to be stuck in bed like a fucking invalid? Oh, and I’m so looking forward to having you feed me and watch me take a shit!” Draco moaned. “I think I’m just a little entitled to be somewhat of an arsehole at the moment.”

“Then what’s your excuse for the rest of the time?” Harry tossed back before he could stop himself. Draco just glared at him. “Ok, ok! Truce?” Harry threw up his hands. “You let me help you without whining and I’ll stop making snide remarks at your moodiness. Deal?” Harry bargained.

“Fine,” Draco muttered. “Can you… get me a drink? Please?” Draco asked.

“Of course, hon. What do you want? Are you hungry?”

“A little,” Draco admitted. “Can I have a hot chocolate?”

“Let me help you sit up a bit, ok?” Harry suggested and Draco nodded. Harry bent over Draco and put his hands under Draco’s armpits to ease him up. But before Harry even moved to shift him, Draco smirked up at him.

“You know,” Draco started, “I’m really glad we fucked before this happened.”

“You won’t shrivel up and die without sex for a couple of days, love,” Harry snorted. 

“I might,” Draco pointed out. “We haven’t ever gone that long before, so you never know.”

“You managed ok before we got together.”

“I hated you before we got together,” Draco said. “I never did understand how we got from nearly bashing each other’s heads in to snogging in seconds.”

“Your lips were too much to resist, I couldn’t help myself,” Harry laughed. “Brace yourself, love.” Harry held Draco firmly under the armpits and finished helping him up slowly.

“OH FUCK!” Draco screamed. “THAT FUCKING HURTS!” Harry got him propped up enough so he would be able to drink and Draco immediately dropped his head onto Harry’s shoulder, gasping in pain. Soon, Harry felt wetness on his shoulder and realised Draco was crying.

“Are you ok, hon?” Harry asked softly.

“No,” Draco croaked and sniffled. “I’ve never been in so much pain in my life. There is no goddamn way this is just a torn muscle. I think I’ve crushed half my spine.”

 “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed the issue with the tree,” Harry murmured.

“It’s not your fault,” Draco said. “I only like blaming you because it takes the focus off my wankerness.”

“’Wankerness’ isn’t a word, Draco,” Harry chuckled.

“Well, it is now. What sort of wanker falls over the Christmas tree while trying to stick a branch up an angel’s arse and manages to do un-fucking-belivably painful damage to their back?” Harry pulled back and handed Draco a tissue. Draco momentarily looked like he wanted to refuse it, but eventually took it and wipes his eyes and nose.

“Can I pass on that? I don’t really want you verbally abusing me again,” Harry said with a smirk.

“Dick,” Draco mumbled but then managed a smile for Harry. “Are you going to feed me now, or are you going to let me starve?”

“I thought I might let you starve,” Harry teased. “What do you want? Just a couple of cookies, or something more?”

“Cookies,” Draco said with a grin. “You didn’t tell me baked. Are they those sugary ones?”

“They might be. You’ll have to wait and see. Take your muscle healing potion like a good little boy and I’ll be back soon.” Harry handed Draco one of the small vials Hermione had left them and then bounded down the stairs.

* * * * *

“Did Hermione say there would be side effects to that potion?” Draco asked anxiously the following morning as he watched Harry dress.

“Not that I know of. Why?” Harry zipped up his jeans and then started rummaging in their drawers for something comfortable for Draco to wear while he rested that day.

“Um, no reason,” Draco replied evasively. “I might try going to the bathroom myself…”

Harry gave him a funny look. “There is no way you are going to manage that. You sneezed this morning and nearly burst into tears from pain. You’ve held off using the toilet all night. You’re going to have to give in and let me help you sooner or later.”

Draco swallowed and blushed furiously. He bit his lip and looked away from Harry, so Harry went back to what he was doing. After a few moments, Draco made a pained noise. “Oh fuck it! I need you to get over here and help me right now.”

“Please…”

“Please,” Draco said through gritted teeth and broke out into a light sweat.

“What is it?” Harry asked in concern. 

“I NEED A GODDAMN PISS!”

“Then why the hell are you going on about side effects?” Harry laughed.

“Because I have a hard-on to rival a Quidditch goal post,” Draco mumbled.

“So, what else is new? That’s not a side effect, that’s second nature,” Harry told him.

“But it feels different,” Draco insisted.

“That’s because you know if you manage to come it will hurt like bloody shit,” Harry said. “You’re mind is playing tricks on your dick because you know you can’t do anything.”

“You. are. not. helping,” Draco said through clenched teeth.

“I’m happy to suck you off, love. You just need to ask. You know that,” Harry said and came over to the bed with some clothes for Draco.

“You saw what happened when I sneezed! Can you imagine the pain if I come? Oh, yep, there we go… no more hard-on. The thought of the pain was enough to take care of that,” Draco sniffed.

Harry smacked his lips in sympathy and leant over Draco to give him a hug. He kissed Draco softly on the lips and brushed some of the soft blond hair out of his boyfriend’s eyes. “I’ll help you get dressed, then take you to the toilet but I won’t stay and watch, ok? Then I’ll bring you up some breakfast. I’ll make whatever you want. Will that cheer you up?”

“Your dick in my arse would cheer me up,” Draco huffed. “But I guess waffles and ice cream would be an alright substitute.”

* * * * *

“No… no, no, no, no, no! Fuck off with that thing!” Draco screeched as Harry approached the bed with a cup of tea later that afternoon. Draco had spent most of the day alternating between complaining and sleeping. Now that he was awake again, Harry had decided to bring him a cup of tea as a peace offering for laughing at Draco’s bed head a couple of hours before.

“It’s just tea!” Harry said defensively.

“Not that, you arsehole, the thing in your mouth!”

“This?” Harry asked, and held up the half eaten candy cane.

“Don’t you come near me, you teasing shit! I’m not looking at you!” Draco said frantically and put his hand over his eyes, albeit slowly and awkwardly from the pain. “You with a goddamn candy cane in your mouth is what started this whole fiasco! Piss off!”

“For someone who has practically been comatose the whole day, you’re being a right grump,” Harry huffed and reluctantly tossed the remainder of his sweet in the bin. “It’s almost Christmas and I’m not even allowed one fucking candy cane.”

“I’m not talking to you,” Draco snapped and looked pointedly away from Harry.

“Don’t be like that, Draco,” Harry pleaded. “I just want to cheer you up a little. I can see you’re miserable.”

Draco turned back to look at Harry with a small sigh. “Yeah, I am,” he admitted. “I hate this. I’m not used to being a complete waste of space.”

“Hey, you’re my waste of space,” Harry said with a smile, which Draco weakly returned.

“Sorry I’ve been a shit,” Draco said.

“I’m surprised you’re not milking this for all it’s worth,” Harry teased. “Let me help you lie on your side and I’ll rub your back.”

“At least it’s only… OoooowwwwwWWWW!” Draco moaned and then made a small whimpering noise when Harry’s wonderful fingers started kneading his sore back.

“At least it’s only…?” Harry questioned.

“Only another day until the potion will have completely done its job. You better be in front of the fire, on your back, naked and ready the minute this pain disappears,” Draco warned. “I won’t wait a second longer than I have to.”

Harry laughed. “My body will be at your mercy, my love,” he declared with a smirk.

“I think you should give me one of my Christmas presents just now. I think I deserve it,” Draco said and he winced when Harry’s fingers firmly rubbed his sore muscle.

“What makes you think you got any presents this year?” Harry tossed back and was thoroughly amused when Draco was speechless for the first time in many years. “Perhaps Santa thinks you’ve been a naughty boy.”

“I was never not naughty and the fat ball of red never overlooked me before! Or should I say, the thin blonde beauty known as my mother?” Draco sneered. “If you didn’t get me any presents, Potter, I will ensure you will really learn the meaning of arse whipping.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow and once again smirked at his boyfriend. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me,” he commented.

“You kinky bugger,” Draco muttered.

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing. May I remind you of an incident back in school involving magical handcuffs, whipped cream, ice cubes and a blindfold?”

“You don’t need to remind me of that incident, Harry darling,” Draco said sweetly, but the wicked grin on his face told another story. “That was one of my more ingenious plans.”

“Ingenious? You handcuffed me to Snape’s desk! You had your way with me and then left me there! I got six months of detentions for that and you came out looking like your beloved angel on top of the Christmas tree!” Harry cried. 

“And you couldn’t walk properly for three days, if I remember rightly,” Draco said smugly.

“And you call me the kinky bugger,” Harry scoffed.

* * * * *

“Harry…”

Harry groaned softly as he became aware of something nudging his shoulder. He opened his eyes and was met with darkness. “Draco?” he croaked, his voice still thick with sleep. He glanced at the clock, which told him it was after two in the morning.

“Harry, it hurts…”

Harry heard that Draco sounded tearful, so he fumbled on the nightstand for his wand. “Lumos,” he muttered and their room fill with a dull light. “Merlin, Draco, you’re sweating like hell. You’re pyjama top is soaked through!”

“It hurts so much! I feel sick and I can’t sleep,” Draco moaned. Harry frowned in concern and switched on the bedside lamp before extinguishing his wand.

“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?” Harry asked.

“I thought it would go away,” Draco answered with a soft whimper. “I don’t feel well, Harry.”

“It’s probably just the pain making you feel ill. I’m going to call Hermione. Something’s obviously not right,” Harry said anxiously.

“No, she’ll just hate me more if you disturb her at two in the morning!” Draco rasped.

“She doesn’t hate you and she told me to call her straight away if there were problems,” Harry insisted. He raced into the bathroom, grabbed the face cloth, soaked it with cool water and went back out to Draco. “I’m just going to wipe your face, love. You’re all sweaty.” Harry gently wiped the cloth over Draco’s face.

“Can you help me change my top?” Draco asked weakly.

“I will, love. Just let me call Hermione first,” Harry said and Draco managed a small nod. Draco lay biting his lip as Harry raced downstairs to Floo Hermione. He prayed to whoever was listening that if the pain would just ease a little, he would never resort to verbally abusing Harry again.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry came bounding back up the stairs, with Hermione following at a slower, more dignified pace. She was wrapped in a bright pink bathrobe and once again carrying her medical case. She looked just as tired as Harry had when Draco had woken him.

“I’m sorry,” Draco mumbled when he saw her. “I told him not to bother you.”

“Draco, I’m your Healer. Why shouldn’t he call me if you need it?” Hermione asked in exasperation. “Now, Harry tells me the pain is bothering you and you feel sick. Is it worse pain than when you initially injured yourself, or just distressing pain causing you not to sleep?”

“Both,” Draco told her. “It’s worse and distressing.”

“Can I just examine your back for a moment?” Hermione questioned and placed a warm hand on Draco’s forearm. He nodded so she pulled the covers down and eased him onto his side, wincing at the keening noise Draco made in protest. She pressed on the injury site for a moment and then muttered a few spells.

“Is it ok, Hermione?” Harry asked from where he was sitting at the end of the bed, patting Draco’s thigh.

“Yes, he’ll be fine. This isn’t uncommon. It’s just the potion working. The pain does sometimes get worse before it gets better while the muscle is knitting,” Hermione explained as she took a small vial of clear liquid from her cases and started massaging it into Draco’s lower back.

“What’s that? Why is he feeling sick? When will it get better?” Harry interrogated and earned an irritated glare from Hermione.

“One at a time, ok?” Hermione said pointedly. “This is just a muscle relaxant. It will just ease the aching slightly while the potion is doing its job. He’s feeling sick because he’s worked himself into such a state with the pain. He will get better when I originally said – in two days, meaning late tomorrow evening, most likely.”

“Most likely?” Draco mumbled, and his eyes drooped in exhaustion as the spasms in his back eased.

“You should know as well as any of us that potions don’t work on a timer, Draco. There’s no little magic stop watch ticking that says ‘oh, forty eight hours is up… NOW!’ and suddenly the pain stops,” Hermione scoffed. “You will start feeling a bit more pliant as the muscle heals and then the pain will ease away entirely. Until then, Harry, you must make sure he doesn’t move much. It’s vital, ok?”

Harry nodded. “Can you give him something for his stomach and to help him sleep?”

“Nope. I can’t risk anything counteracting the other potion,” Hermione said apologetically. “It doesn’t look like he needs it, anyway.” She indicated down to Draco who had finally fallen asleep and was now snoring.

* * * * *

The following afternoon, Harry stood in the doorway of their living room surveying his handiwork as he sipped a cup of hot chocolate. He grinned wickedly at his masterpiece and drained the mug.

Despite Harry rather dreading Draco’s final day of bed-ridden angst, his boyfriend had surprised him and slept all day. Apparently the rough night previously had completely buggered Draco and Harry wasn’t about to start complaining. Draco could be a right shit when he was unwell, and Harry was rather revelling in the peace and quiet that was Draco dead to the world.

This left Harry with much spare to time plan out his evening’s activities. He hadn’t even wanked that morning in anticipation of what was to come. He smirked to himself and then turned to take his mug back to the kitchen. He glanced at the dish of candy canes on the kitchen table, then gazed warily at the steps leading to their bedroom. Draco had insisted that Harry shouldn’t go anywhere near the candy canes. But, Draco was asleep… Harry and grabbed one of the thin sweets, ripping into the plastic wrapper eagerly. He had the hook of the cane shoved in his mouth within seconds and sighed as the lovely, minty flavour spread across his tongue.

“What,” Draco’s voice sharply pierced Harry’s reverie, “did I tell you about the candy canes?” Harry whipped around and saw Draco standing there, buck-naked and twirling the Santa hat on his index finger.

Harry pulled the lolly from his mouth, which stayed hanging open in surprise. “Uh…” he said ineloquently.  

Draco was slinking over to him with slow, purposeful strides. “What did I tell you about candy canes being in your mouth?” he pressed. Harry swallowed heavily as he stared intently at Draco’s lithe form. “If you aren’t naked and sprawled spread-eagled somewhere for me within ten seconds, I’ll have to show you just what ingenious uses I can put those candy canes too…”

“… you’re back…” Harry stammered and cleared his throat.

Draco’s eyes narrowed and within the blink of an eye, Draco had pounced on Harry and slammed him up against the refrigerator. Draco ran his tongue across Harry’s bottom lip before moving to suck on the side of Harry’s neck. “Ten… nine…” he started counting backwards and Harry moaned deeply in response to Draco’s tongue in his ear. “Seven… six…”

“Livingroom…” Harry choked out and Draco stopped his ministrations to look questioningly into Harry’s green eyes for answers.

“… five…” Draco purred as he released the pressure against Harry. Harry fumbled desperately in the pocket of his jeans for his wand. “Four… three…” Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and Disapparated them with a loud crack to the living room. Two harshly whispered words later, and Harry’s clothes fell into a heap around his feet.

“Fucking hell…” Draco breathed as he took in the living room hungrily, completely forgetting his threatening countdown. The room was lit only by blood-red candles – but in masses – and the fireplace. Soft, sensual music was playing lowly in the background and Draco could smell the faint aroma of lavender and roses in the air. All the furniture was gone, probably tucked safely away in the spare room, and lying in all its glory in the middle of the room was a large, four-poster bed covered in a thick white fur bedspread and sprinkled with trails of rose petals. The finishing touch was a large bowl of strawberries, with a bowl of melted dark chocolate sitting next to the bed on a small, glass table.

“Have I redeemed myself?” Harry murmured huskily, and was suddenly pierced with an intense gaze.

“Not an angel, Christmas tree, or candy cane in sight,” Draco said, taking Harry’s hand and leading him to the bed. “I’ll say you’ve redeemed yourself. But I must insist on the hat…” He took the fluffy read garment and slipped it on Harry’s head. Draco growled and pushed Harry roughly onto his back, straddling him and licking his lips hungrily. “You just have no clue what that white pom-pom does to me…” He crashed his lips to Harry’s in a searing kiss that lasted for minutes.

Harry soon realised he was losing control of the situation, so he gripped Draco around the waist and flipped him over, reversing their positions. Draco didn’t even protest, and just smirked widely up at his horny lover. Harry reached over and grabbed the dish of chocolate. “Fuck the strawberries,” he growled, dipping two fingers into the thick delicacy and the running them slowly up Draco’s chest.

Draco whimpered as he watched Harry’s head dip and tongue dart out to lap at the end of the chocolate trail just above his belly button. “You like that, do you, baby?” Harry whispered and moved back down Draco’s body. He wrapped his lips around the end of Draco’s dick and swirled his tongue back and forth over the head.

Draco drew in a deep breath. He was so painfully aroused. Two days without any sort of sexual intimacy had almost been as excruciating as the injury to his back. Draco soon realised Harry was using his dick to mimic those actions he had done with the candy cane two days ago. This thought sent Draco reeling and he keened in desire, arching his back as Harry moved on to deep throat him expertly. Harry ghost a hand up Draco’s torso and his fingers reached Draco’s mouth. After tickling Draco’s bottom lip, Draco’s tongue darted out and licked Harry’s index finger before Harry slipped his index and middle fingers into the wet, warm retreat of Draco’s mouth.

Draco knew what Harry’s intent was. They had used saliva as a lubricant so many times before. Harry knew Draco enjoyed their lovemaking to be intense, almost bordering on rough and slightly painful. Their spontaneous sexual encounters often left them without the aid of artificial lubricant, so saliva was always the next best thing.

Harry already had a finger on this other hand between Draco’s arse cheeks, teasing Draco tight hole. Draco closed his eyes and sucked deeply on Harry’s fingers, and would have been lost when Harry pulled them from his mouth with a small pop if he wasn’t peaked with anticipation of what was coming.

Harry shifted his position smoothly without missing a beat, and soon Draco felt Harry’s long finger ease into his arse. The slight sting just enticed Draco more and his dick twitched eagerly. “I don’t want… much foreplay…” Draco rasped. “I need you in me…”

Harry made a small noise of acknowledgement but didn’t stop his licking and sucking on Draco’s erection. Harry was rutting lightly against Draco, just enough to create a pleasant friction but not cause any unwanted, premature explosions.

Draco was slowly edging to the point of no return as Harry succinctly probed and stretched Draco’s anus. Harry stopped his sucking and planted tiny kisses across Draco’s abdomen, sensing Draco wasn’t going to last. “Tell me when,” Harry coaxed softly and Draco nodded almost immediately. He reached up and swiped away from droplets of perspiration that were trickling down his temple as Harry shifted again, but this time in between Draco’s legs. “Do you want lube at all?”

“Yeah…” Draco hissed. “Just a little…” He grabbed onto the soft fur beneath him to anchor himself from climaxing at just the sight of Harry rubbing the sleek substance onto his dick and then smooth a small amount into the crease of Draco’s bum.

Draco put one leg up over Harry’s shoulder while Harry positioned himself at Draco’s entrance. Harry smiled lovingly down at him. “I love you,” he murmured as he eased himself inside Draco.

Draco hissed and grabbed Harry’s thigh at the sudden, but not unexpected intrusion. “Love you,” he grunted back. He managed a brief smile in return before he squeezed his eyes shut to give himself some moments of adjustment. Harry was stroking Draco’s stomach; it was an action he regularly did when they were making love and that Draco had grown accustomed to.

Draco opened his eyes and nodded to Harry, who dropped a kiss to the inside of Draco’s knee before he started rocking in and out of Draco rhythmically. The heat of the fire had already created a light and glistening sheen over both of their naked bodies, but soon their sweat was mingling together as their bodies joined in a heated embraced.

Harry cupped Draco’s balls and gave them a light squeeze and then moved on to start stroking Draco’s straining erection. Harry’s movements soon became erratic and Draco watched as he bit down on that beautiful, full bottom lip as he tried to hold onto himself just long enough to allow Draco to come first.

“Harry, baby, you feel so good,” Draco panted. “I love you buried deep inside me. You look so gorgeous when you’re fucking me…”

Harry groaned at Draco’s hushed words, his forceful movements were created a slick, slapping sound. “Fuck… Draco…” Harry bit out, gritting his teeth as he pumped Draco’s dick insistently.

“Oh yes… Harry… yes… oh yeah, fuck… oh, hmmm… YES! HARRY!” Draco screamed as he arched his back and came so forcefully he felt his come land somewhere on his shoulder and cheek.

Harry moved Draco’s leg from his shoulder abruptly and leant forward to brace himself on the bed. A few more disjointed thrusts sent him spiralling into his own orgasm, and he came with a desperate grunt, eventually stilling as he rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through his spent body.

Soon, Harry pulled out of Draco and managed to move just far enough up the bed to flop in a dead weight next to Draco with an arm and leg splayed over Draco’s heaving body. The Santa hat flopped off his head slightly, and the pom-pom smacked Draco in the face.

Draco laughed weakly and swatted it away. “One decoration only next year. Everything else is banned…” he mumbled, feeling sleep creeping up to claim up.

Harry kissed the side of Draco’s jaw and tickled a finger into his sweaty belly button. “Hmm… that being…?” he prompted tiredly.

“Santa hat, of course,” Draco sighed staying awake long enough to right the Santa hat on his lover’s gorgeous head.

- fin -