By this point Draco had taken two chairs down from the stack and was sitting astride one. He leant forward over the back and casually watched Blaise derobe. Blaise, while meticulous with the process of undressing, the exact same motions and order each time, was unaware of his own thoroughness. Draco smiled. He always enjoyed watching it.
"What are you smiling at this time," Blaise asked indulgently. He had turned to face Draco when he had heard the clatter from the chairs. He was at this point unzipping his trousers. Even with Draco watching, his methodical motions weren't designed to entice.
"I thought you said we were just coming here to talk. What was it you said? 'To get away from everybody for a while and spend some time together.'"
Blaise was now standing just in his socks. He moved over to where Draco was sitting and pulled at Draco's tie causing it to unravel. He pulled the other boy to standing and began to unbutton the shirt.
"Sure, we could just talk. It isn't like we get much time without the slathering Slytherin hordes clamouring for your attention. But," pulling the shirt out from Draco's trousers and then slipping it from his shoulders, "we could just ... talk." He raised his eyebrow and waited for Draco's reaction.
Draco, shirtless, still standing astride the chair, slid his hands up the naked body in front of him and pulled Blaise in for a kiss. Blaise was ever so slightly taller, an issue that they sometimes joked about, and he had to reach up to move comfortably into the kiss. He brought his knee onto the chair, circling his arms around to press their bare skin even closer together. His hands moved slowly down Blaise's back until they gripped his arse and pulled him closer.
"Ouch." Blaise said as he broke off the kiss, looking down at the wooden seat between them. "That wasn't pleasant," he grimaced.
Draco, taking a second to recover from the kiss, looked down and then winced in sympathy. He had completely forgotten himself for a moment. Stepping off the chair, he pushed Blaise in front and then knelt down. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" Without waiting for a reply, he slipped his mouth around the injured member. He flicked his tongue over the tip and brought his hands up to cup and stroke.
"Urgh." Blaise whispered a guttural moan. He placed his hands on Draco's shoulders, keeping balance, and let his head fall back, forgetting everything in the moment.
Suddenly Draco jerked back.
"Ouch." He brought his hand up to the back of his neck where he had just been hit with something. When he pulled his hand away it came back wet and dripping.
"Ha Ha Ha Ha." They both turned to the source of the cackling. Peeves was tumbling in the air in the corner of the room, laughing, pointing through his legs. "Ha Ha, I'm going to go and tell Snape where you are. And what you're doing." He said this last with real glee.
Draco's expression turned to one of menace. As he raised himself to grab his wand from where it had dropped on the floor, Blaise lifted his chin and stared directly into his eyes. The look in his eyes was dark, and amused. "Let me." The air around him hummed with power.
"Be my guest," Draco replied, sweeping his hand out towards Peeves. Crossing his arms he leant back to watch.
Blaise stalked over to his wand and picked it up. Pointing it at the still giggling ghost, Blaise incanted "Phasma Corporis"
The silence and shock from Peeves as he dropped to the ground would have been amusing enough for Draco. But the reaction of the poltergeist as Blaise walked over, picked him up by the ear, opened the window and threw him out, as if he was nothing more than a bothersome insect, would be a memory that would amuse him for hours.
"So, where were we?" Blaise asked with a glint in his eyes. He put his wand down on the sill.
"Have I told you how sexy you are when you do that?" Draco asked standing up and joining him at the window to look out at the solid ghost on the ground.
"Do what?" Blaise grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. He brought his other hand up around behind Draco's neck and leaned in to kiss.
"When you bring the power on." Draco gently ran his hands down Blaise's arms, bring them to rest on his waist. "I can still feel it humming. It always sits on the edge of your skin for a while." He tilted his head and asked, "Um, Blaise, how come you're the only one naked?"
"Oh," Blaise looked down, "let me help you with that." He reached down and unzipped Draco's trousers, gently tugging so that they, and his underwear, pooled on the ground. He moved his hand around to hold Draco's erection. As he slowly ran his fingers around and along, he began kissing Draco again.
"I want you to lay me on that desk over there and fill me with your hands and your cock and then I want to watch as you spend yourself into me." Blaise whispered into Draco's ear, causing a moan.
Draco pushed him across the classroom, picking up his wand as he passed it. When they reached the desk he pointed his wand at the desk and whispered "pluma", before gently pushing Blaise back onto the now soft table. He reached over Blaise to the pile of clothes on the desk beside them and pulled the vial out of the left pocket. As usual, Blaise had come prepared. Opening the cap, he poured a little of the liquid onto his hands and smoothed it first over his, and then Blaise's cock. His hand's still dripping he ran his fingers up the naked thighs, watching as Blaise's penis twitched, before gently slipping his fingers into the welcoming body.
Gently thrusting, pulling in and out, Draco watched as Blaise closed his eyes and moaned. Draco gripped his other hand around the throbbing cock and placing his mouth over the head he began to move in rhythm. Blaise moaned, and began to thrust gently and then increasing the motion as he began to lose control. Draco could feel his own erection get harder at the sound and feel, and when he could feel the near shudders of Blaise's increasing excitement, he gently removed his hand and replaced it with his now swollen cock.
"Are you watching me, Blaise?" He asked as he thrust his erection as far as he could into the other's body. When he saw Blaise's eyes open he closed his and began to thrust faster and to focus on bringing himself to completion. Blaise he knew would be brought with him. He pushed himself in and then pulled out with his hands holding onto Blaise's hips. Blaise's moans of pleasure mixed with his. Repeating this motion with ever increasing intensity, he finally pushed himself as fully in as he could, shuddering and falling over Blaise in his completion.
When he could finally move again, he found himself held firmly in Blaise's arms. Blaise was gently stroking his back and waiting. "Better than talking?" he finally asked.
"Yes Blaise, better than talking," Draco replied.
Spells used in this story and sources see A/N at end - colloportus is used in OOTP (thank you HP Lexicon) and phasma corporis is latin for ghost body using the patented Willow technique of just telling the object what you want it to do :), pluma is latin for feather/feather bed/pen (thank you IDP) for an english to latin dictionary)