The game and love

61

Draco and Harry sat on the deck of their beach condo in in Maui, Draco hugging Harry's body into his chest, letting the breeze hit them. The team had won the game he came out in the second half for, but the Seahawks lost to a better team the following week. Draco was sitting with Harry, just trying to stop himself from considering retirement. He couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion that the seasons seemed to give him and despite only playing maybe three games this year, he couldn't imagine the wear and tear of another year on his 37-year-old body. Harry was laying on his left side against Draco's chest, listening to his husband's breath.

"I love the night time here." Harry mumbled, his eyes were closed and he shifted a little.

"Yeah, it is nice, isn't it?" Draco kissed Harry's temple. It felt like an enternity since they had been like this.

Draco's mind wandered far from the beach front and back to Seattle. He imagined the last sixteen years as if they had happened in a flash, to some degree, they did. Draco felt deep down that he had not appriciated his life properly. He looked down in his arms at his husband and realized how much life had just slipped through both of their fingers. So many things they could have done, but it was too late for those dreams he'd guessed. Harry shifted again and sighed. Draco smiled. It would be ok, just as long as Harry stayed as cute as he was being right now. They sat there for a few hours, listening to the tide and the breeze. Draco admired the silence, however, he had to break it now, he had to talk to Harry.

"Harry, I need your help." Draco said gently, bringing the man's deep green eyes to his. Harry wiped his eyes and sat up so he could look Draco in the face.

"What is it love?" Harry asked fighting a yawn.

"The team offered me a deal." Draco said flatly. "Six years, forty one million, take it or leave it." Draco added on after a moment. Harry looked confused.

"It's easy enough isn't it?" Harry asked with a soft tired voice.

"What should I do?" Draco asked, exasperated, Harry could tell he'd been running this decision through his mind to the point of absolute insanity. Harry reached up a hand and cupped Draco's right cheek. Their eyes seached eachother's, Harry smiled as wide as he could, without showing teeth.

"Take the deal Drake, it's ok with me." Harry said the words, but he was dissappointed when it seemed that Draco was unmoved by them. Draco's face screwed up with more frustration and Harry could tell that this had been the wrong words to say. He cursed himself a bit, he knew Draco, now he'd have to wait for another opportunity to approach this subject, Draco had never been one to reveal his thoughts often. Harry knew when he did, it was important to tread lightly and give him a chance to work through his own thoughts, if you rushed him, you might never get him to open up again. He was releived when Draco continued to talk.

"I just don't know if I have it physically anymore." Draco let out a short breath. Harry thought for several moments and then rubbed his hand over Draco's which was drapped over Harry's stomach.

"Draco, if you're confused about what you should do, then you should definitely take the deal." Harry shifted again to get more confortable. "My advice is, you should keep playing until absolutely sure you are ready to retire, until you can't play, or nobody wants you." Harry said in a lecturing tone, bofore Draco uttered any reply, Harry continued, "I'll stand by you no matter what you decide sweetie. I love you too much to let you walk away and regret it later." Harry pulled his head up from Draco's chest to look in the man's eyes.

"I don't understand you Harry." Draco said so quietly that the breeze almost drowned him out.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his eyes showing his confusion at this turn in the conversation.

"Ever since we've been together, you've always been the one to sacrifice." Harry watched as Draco's expression changed and seemed to turn sad. Harry watched, completely lost as to what had caused these thoughts in Draco's mind. He'd never known Draco to be this concerned with his, 'sacrifice', if that's what it could be called that.

"What are you talking about Dray? you aren't making any sense right now. Are you sure you didn't drink a little too much at the bar tonight?" Harry asked running his hand over Draco's one more time.

"No, I'm fine Harry." Draco sighed, "It's just that, I always feel like, I've made you come along on this ride and I didn't even consider your feelings. I feel like, I haven't ever done enough to thank you, yet here you are, doing it again. I don't deserve you Harry." Draco stopped there, unable to force anymore words through his tightened throat.

"Draco, we had this conversation. I don't need anything back, just being with you is enough." Harry was sort of irritated that this had come up again, he wasn't sure how he could reassure Draco that he was simply enough, that action wasn't required?

Draco let out a pained breath. "I just wish I felt like I had given you something, something you could count on, the way that I have been able to count on you since we first met." As Draco's words moved across his ears, his brain caught then and he jerked upright in excitement.

"Listen, I'll be right back." He left Draco sitting on the deck in shock at his sudden empty arms. Harry couldn't believe his luck. He might have forgotten, if Draco had not mentioned when they first met. Harry had come to Hawaii, his journal in toe, he was writting his next album. He ran to the bedroom and chaotically ripped apart his suitcase. He emptied it out and then cursed himself as he remebered he'd taken it out and left it on the table in the livingroom. He smiled as he located it, sitting alone, the green cover seemed to glow to show him where it was. He scooped it up and brought it out to the deck, careful not to squeeze on it, as there were some loose pages inside.

Harry returned to resting against Draco, who readjusted to his returned warmth and welcomed the light pressure against his left shoulder. He watched as Harry opened a green colored book and thumbed through it, tracing words with his finger as he looked for something Draco had guessed was very important. Harry seemed to find the passage he was looking for, then he held the book up.

"Read the next three pages." He said to Draco, "It will answer all of your worries."

Draco did as instructed. He started to read, he then realized that the dates we listed as October 2003. His eyes absorbed every word. Harry didn't interupt by trying to see how he would react to what Harry had written then, he knew Draco would let him know in a few minutes wether it had been wise to reveal this long hidden truth to his lover of the past twenty years, a truth, which might change the nature of their relationship forever. He felt Draco shiver, a page turned, he heard a soft gasp. He knew after a minute that Draco was crying. He could hear the muffled wheezes and he thought he felt a tear or two drop into his hair. He caressed Draco's hand, which then closed firmly around his.

After a few minutes, Draco closed the journal. "I never knew Harry, I am so sorry, I never..but why me?" Harry turned and sat on his heals, looking Draco in the eyes, he ran each of his thumbs under Draco's eyes, wiping the tears away and then drawing him into a soft kiss.

"Because, you were the only one who ever seemed to make my soul burn with passion. I don't know, but that day you showed me around the school, it just, it was like magic. I felt happier than I'd ever been. I'd just moved because my mom disowned me, my dad was really my only friend, I'd only just met Hermione. You were all I had then. I owe you much more than you can possibly imagine, Draco Malfoy." Harry leaned in and gave him another kiss, cuping his hands around Draco's face to hold it firm.

"I love you Harry, I do. I'm sorry that you felt that way." Draco's face was still sad.

"It doesn't matter now, I just wanted you to see what you had given me." Harry said and then he drew Draco up to stand with him. "In life, there are many ways of giving, it doesn't always have to be intentional to mean something to someone." Harry said and then hugged Draco tighter than he ever remembered.

Then Harry was laying down inside on the bed, Draco on top of him, washing him with passionate, somewhat messy kisses. Harry groaned as Draco's hand squeezed his erection through his shorts. Harry was so excited that he thought he had come already. He grabbed Draco's hand in order to slow his pace, only to get shoved off. Harry's hips bucked and then, as Draco moved over the top of him, he wrapped his legs over the small of Draco's back, forcing his husband's erection to be pressed against Harry's. They moaned into their kisses. Their breath quickened, Draco wanted Harry now, but he liked this drama, Harry was thrashing and moaning under him, making him hot with lust and sweat.

Harry and Draco undressed quickly and got back to the passions they were sharing. Harry squealed in delight and Draco couldn't help but stop and laugh as he'd attempted to fasten his lips around Harry's neck. He went in for a second time, making sure to pin Harry's arms to the pillow as he did so. He enjoyed Harry's squirms as he sucked away on his neck. Once he was satisfied with his work, he went down to Harry's crotch, to pay it some respects. Harry, now fully aware, back from the waves of pleasure from the hickey, was washed in new waves of pleasure as he felt Draco's hot wet lips on his hard cock. He moaned deep and long moans and fought the urge to thrust into Draco's mouth. He felt Draco's tounge swirl around, he wanted to thrust so bad, but he knew if he did that he would come too soon.

Draco breath in the musky smell of Harry's sweaty body. He liked it, it seemed to feel him as he continued his oral efforts on Harry's memeber. Draco tasted Precum and stopped, looking Harry in the eye, he grinned.

"Oh god, Draco, I was gonna cum." Harry said panting.

"Not yet," breathed Draco. "I want you." He moaned and grabbed the lube from the drawer. Harry had thought this would mean that Draco would fuck him into next week, he was surprised however, when Draco began lubing up his own opening and then using some to lube Harry member, Draco began the slow process of having Harry enter him. Harry didn't protest, but he was a little bit worried, Draco wasn't a bottom at all, he'd only done it once before and that had been years ago. Harry felt paralyzed as the heat from Draco's enterance seemed to envelop him. He bit down on his wrist hard, accidently drawing a bit of blood, trying to stop himself from coming.

Draco began a long stroke of Harry's penis. He stradled Draco's hips and rode up all the way to the edge of the tip and all the way down to the hilt. All the way up to the edge of the tip and down to the hilt. After about for or five of these, Harry shuddered and groaned in dissappointment.

"So-so-sorry Draco, I cou-I- stop." Harry ran his hands over his face. "I just came."

Draco resisted the urge to laugh at Harry. He figured he must have been pretty tight. He felt Harry's juice drip out of his opening and he bent down and kissed Harry. "It's ok, we can try again in twenty minutes." Draco grinned evily and Harry snapped him up in a kiss.

When they finished their second round of sex and play, Harry found his favorite spot on Draco's chest. It had never felt old or worn out to lay like this to either of them. It always felt like the safest place in the world, together, protected, loved, it was all here. Harry fell asleep listening to Draco's heartbeat as he had done so many nights previous over the years. He wondered if this was what it means to love someone inside a moment. This was a moment he would never trade away and as he parted ways with Draco in the real world, he met Draco in his dreams.

End Chapter 61
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A/N: two more chapters are left. I decided to ask for something other than reviews this time. I have the truth behind Harry's journal written already. I wanted to keep it ambigious because I wanted to see if you guys wouldn't mind giving me your ideas of what those three pages in Harry's journal say. Since you the fans have traveled with me this far over the last few years, I wanted to know what you thought those pages might say.

I will reveal the contents of those three pages at the end of the last chapter.

Next up, Draco plays his last game of football. "Last Legs"