For bleedforyou1 Drabble: Mile High

[thepretender501]

Title: Mile High
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: ~500
Warnings: unbeta'd, slash, blatant Americanisms (god they aren't called miles anywhere else in the world are they? smdh) 
Prompt: Christmas Vacation, at dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge   
A/N: This is for bleedforyou1  because she makes awesome icons over at her journal and I got some!! She's also an awesome last minute beta :D (sorry hun this wasn't beta'd)

 

Of all the horrific inventions Muggles had come up with, aeroplanes were the worst. Draco couldn’t understand how they flew without some kind of magic. He looked out of the window repeatedly and could see nothing magical about the metal box as it sailed over the ocean. It made him uneasy. Apparition, brooms, floo, these were reasonable methods of transportation for a Wizard but of course Potter never did anything reasonable. Harry was fast asleep at ease in a stuffy cabin crowded with Muggles.

Draco felt a dull pain in his fingertips and realized he’d been squeezing the life out of his armrest.  He let go and lifted the window covering again. Sunlight filled the plane and there was a loud hiss of annoyance from the person seated on the edge of their row. Draco ignored him. If he could just cast a spell to make sure this odd metal box didn’t suddenly drop out of the sky…

He jumped when he felt fingers close over his upper arm. “How can I help you relax?” Harry asked with a sleepy yawn. He rested his head on Draco’s shoulder.  

“You can get me off of this ridiculous Muggle contraption…” Draco snapped.

Harry chuckled and trailed his fingers over Draco’s chest. “I have a better idea. Ever heard of the mile high club?”

“No, but I think we’re a bit more than a mile high,” Draco said slowly.

“It’s an exclusive membership. If you meet me in the bathroom I can show you how to enter…” Harry palmed Draco’s cock through his trousers.

“Sex? Right now?!” Draco said loudly. “You can’t be serious.”

“Shh,” Harry hissed as several Muggles turned to glare at them. Draco glared back. Surely they’d heard of sex between men before. They didn’t need to appear so scandalized, though some of them wore goofy grins.   

Harry looked up, his face was colored so red he might have just come. Draco felt the beginnings of arousal but nothing was going to make him stand up without sound magical reasoning for why they were floating in the sky.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered to Harry. “I don’t like aeroplanes. If we had apparated to Fiji we’d have shagged ten times by now.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Harry kissed him on the cheek.  “I can wait until we get to the hotel. Besides we’ve already been inducted into the mile high club. Remember you altered those cushioning charms on my firebolt?”

“Mile high?That means to shag while flying?" Draco laughed. "Brilliant!”

The Muggle on the end of their row stood up in a huff and walked to the back. Harry glanced at his empty seat and then gave Draco a worried look. “We must have offended him.”

“Nah.” Draco shrugged, lifting the window covering again. “He’s just off to join that mile high club. Now please promise me we’ll use a logical method of transportation to get back home.”

Harry laughed. “I promise.”