In the Hands of Outlaws

Chapter Six

Oh.

That's why Harry was so quiet. Draco's eyes went wide and he blinked. "I-"

"Don't," Harry mumbled, pulling on his trousers. He had boxer briefs on, but the bulge was obvious none the less.

"What, you get off on my suffering?" Draco said, unable to help himself. Harry froze.

"No, but when I hear you moanin' 'please, Harry Harry Harry, I'm gonna- Please!' my mind doesn't exactly go to you having a bullet wound."

"I was not moani- Oh." Draco swallowed. "Oh," he repeated, just because he didn't know what else to say.

Harry was quiet for a while, finishing getting dressed before cautiously asking "Do you need help or..?"

"Erm... Yes. Please."

"I'm not gonna do anythin'," Harry repeated, helping Draco pulled off his shirt. He frowned at the blood smeared across his chest. "Sorry 'bout that. Had to keep you from thrashin' about. Here, let me get a warm cloth, I'll be right back."

"Oh that's not necessa-"

"I know it's not," Harry said simply before walking out. Draco sighed, staring at the ceiling with a million thoughts whirling around inside his mind.

Shamefully, one of the first thoughts was the bulge in Harry's trousers- the size of said bulge following shortly after. Draco groaned, covering his face with his hands. It wasn't exactly a secret around the manor that he was gay- it's the primary reason of his father's disappointment in him. He couldn't imagine the look on his face if he were to shack up with a outlaw, of all people. But hell, even Lucius, straightest man to exist, had to admit Harry was attractive. In a rugged, scruffy kind of way. But still hot, nonetheless.

Harry appeared beside Draco, making him jump and then hiss in pain. "Easy there doll," he said softly, kneeling beside the blond and carefully starting to wipe the blood off his chest.

"What about your hand?" Draco asked, trying to crane his head to see it.

"Aw, worrying about me, are you blondie? How cute."

Draco scowled. So they were back to this. "Fuck off, see if I care."

"Mm, you see, I think you would care if 'fucked off' right now."

"Go ahead, see if I give a fuck," Draco hissed, glaring at Harry. The raven shrugged, dropping the shirt.

"Alright, I'll be grabbing a drink downstairs."

"Good."

Draco glared at him, watching his receding back as he shut the door. As soon as it shut, however, he shoved his hand unceremoniously down his pants, gasping as his hand came into contact with his cock. He hadn't had any sort of time to get off in days, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. He was a young adult, after all- barely out of his teens, if he was being honest. He'd been on the edge of an erection since he was put in Harry's lap to disinfect the wound, but the pain drove it off. Now that the majority of the pain was gone, and he'd seen Harry with a similar bulge...

He grit his teeth, letting out sharp breaths and gasps as he rocked his fist tight and desperately, slicking his palm over the head to gather some sort of lubrication, groaning softly. He let out a shaky moan, breaths coming out as more gasps and whimpers than actual breathing. (Please, Harry Please-) "Fuck," he groaned, massaging the head with his whole hand, muffling a sob as he slowly created a pulsating heat around the swollen crown, imagining it was Harry's hand- Harry's mouth- (Harry- Harry Harry!) anything. He continued this for all of 30 seconds before he came (I'm gonna-) body seizing as his come soaked his fist, each pulse through his body sending another small quantity of liquid into his palm, groaning softly. "Fuck," he hissed out again, taking deep breaths to help him come down from his post-orgasmic high.

Wiping his hand on the inside of his shirt before pulling it off, he balled it up and cleaning up the remaining blood and come off of his chest and fingers, wincing as he pulled himself into new clothes with quite a bit of pain. He did his best to not look like an idiot when Harry stepped inside- the large boots clunking heavily back up the stairs had been his first clue to the door being pushed open.

"Couldn't stay away?" Draco snapped snidely. The raven rolled his eyes.

"Oh I could, for sure, just decided you shouldn't get the room to yourself."

Draco scowled as Harry picked up some gauze, winding some sportsman medical tape around his hand to hold said gauze in place over the teeth marks, scabbing over slightly, though a few still bled out a thick crimson liquid. Draco swallows.

"I am sorry about that," he mumbles, clearly not liking the idea of apologizing to anyone- especially not Harry, of all people.

"'S alright." Harry shrugged, tucking the end into the edge of the bandage so that it doesn't come undone. "I've had much worse."

Draco didn't know what to say, so he stayed silent. Harry sighed. "Do you need to rest before we head back?"

"I..." He wanted to protest but his lids were heavy from the exhaustion of his pain- plus, he always got tired after an orgasm. "Probably."

"Okay. You go ahead and rest, I'll take a pillow for the floor and-"

"No, you'll share the bed with me."

Harry rose a brow. "It's quite alright, I've slept in worse."

"I'm Harry, I'm mysterious and I've always had worse-" Draco mocked in a deep voice before rolling his eyes. "Just get in the fucking bed."

Harry laughed. "Mysterious, aye? I'll take it."

He did seem to hesitate for a while longer but eventually got in the bed, staying as far away from Draco as he could. "Rest well, blondie."

"Shut up."

Harry laughed and the two of them slipped off into a surprisingly relaxing sleep.