I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story (Part Two)
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Part Two
The next day, Al was early to Transfiguration, which almost never happened, as it was his first class of the day, and therefore one he scrambled to get to on time. But he hadn't slept too well, thinking of Scorpius and the Ball, and what he was going to do to ensure that the other boy was his. Al had never been much for planning (except for Quidditch strategies) and this whole thing unnerved him. The gleam in Lily's eyes was worrying; Al thought she was a bit too enthusiastic at the thought of making him pretty.
He sat there in his customary spot as the other students started filing in, and looked up as Scorpius appeared beside him.
Scorpius was surprised to see that Al had gotten to Transfiguration ahead of him. "You actually woke up on time today?" he joked, keeping his tone light. He didn't want Al to suspect how much his stomach was fluttering just being near Albus. Especially after his fantasizing last night, which had gotten even more explicit than usual.
"Its the first sign of the Apocalypse," nodded Al seriously. "The second sign is that I actually..." he leaned over close to Scorpius' ear. "I SKIPPED breakfast. Wasn't hungry. Can you believe that?" He shook his disheveled head. "I'm worried about myself."
Scorpius shivered when Al's breath hit his ear. It was so distracting that he almost missed what Al had said to him. "You? Skipped breakfast? Who are you and what have you done with Albus Potter?" He grinned. "Aren't you afraid of wasting away to nothing?" He punctuated his comment by looking at Al's stomach, and he wished he wouldn't have when he found himself noticing the way Al's trousers stretched across his lap. He shifted a bit in his seat, hoping Al wouldn't notice.
"Terribly afraid. I may have to eat three lunches and two dinners to make up for it." He sighed, looking over at Scorpius. It wasn't fair; he was wanking over someone and wouldn't tell Al who...not that Al really wanted to know. Sometimes the unknown was easier to deal with.
He occupied his time during class sneaking covert looks at Scorpius' profile. HIS nose had never been broken, that was for damn sure...Al's had been broken three times. The perils of sibling rivalry. Then, he spent time imagining pulling out the band on that shiny tail of hair and sliding his fingers through it, burying his face in it; for some reason he was sure it would smell like strawberries. He didn't know why, except that it just would. He imagined that hair drifting across his stomach and onto his cock and heaved a very large sigh at the image.
Scorpius heard Al sigh and wondered what he was thinking about. Some traitorous little voice in his head made him wonder if Al was thinking about blowjobs again. He was sure it was only his over-active imagination, but he kept noticing Al glancing at him. Suddenly, he felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. What if Albus was on to him? What if he was giving away the fact that he now had a 'master plan' that involved leather trousers? Oh, Merlin... What if Lily had told him something? Scorpius leaned over to Al. "Knut for your thoughts?"
Al blinked. "Huh? Oh...strawberries." He nodded vigorously. It wasn't entirely a lie; strawberries did figure prominently in that fantasy. He gave Scorpius his most ingenuous smile, the one that usually worked on everyone short of McGonagall, who was on to him. But that was ok too. She was his godmother, after all. And Lily's, a thought that made him snort whenever he thought about it. He was sure Lily had cured Minerva of any long-dormant child-of-her-own-pangs long, LONG ago. He propped his chin on his hand and pretended to concentrate, while his mind floated back to blonds and soft strands lying across his thighs and...
Oh fuck. NOT here...not NOW! Bloody cock. He shifted a little, trying to be inconspicuous. And not blush. Although that hope was already shot to hell as he felt his cheeks grow hot.
Strawberries? Scorpius was confused, but he shrugged and went back to taking notes. Al was probably just planning his lunch already. However, Scorpius noticed Albus fidgeting a bit in his seat. He glanced over and saw that Al's cheeks were bright red. He was blushing? Scorpius couldn't help looking down and he gulped audibly. Al was visibly hard. Scorpius immediately snapped his head back down to his notes, but he could feel his own cheeks getting red.
And his own cock getting hard. He tried to think of the most disgusting thing possible, but all he could think of was how... large... Al had appeared to be under his trousers. Scorpius's fingers itched to reach out and run his hand over the bulge. He gulped again.
Oh god, thought Albus. Stop blushing Potter, Jesus! It was no use. He couldn't wank under the desk...not well, and sure as hell not with Scorp beside him. He glanced up and caught the tail end of Scorp's gaze and swallowed. He'd seen. Shit shit shit! Ok...think about things that are not sexy. Not. Filch in a thong. Hooch bicycling naked. Shepherd's pie. Uhh...what else? His parents having sex.
He glanced down. Better. Ok. Ron and Hermione having sex. No good. Aunt Mione was kind of hot, for an older woman. Uh...
Fortunately, things seemed to be settling down. He chanced another glance over at Scorpius, who was still blushing. It was good of his mate to feel embarrassed for him. After all, they'd all been there, right?
Scorpius was fighting the urge to look. He was not going to look. No, he was not. He was not going to ogle his best mate's cock in the middle of Transfiguration class. He was not. He dug his fingernails into his palm to remind himself to behave. He wriggled a bit. How he would ever make it to the Yule Ball, he had no idea. Now that he had a suspicion that Al might be amenable to shagging him, Scorpius couldn't get the images out of his mind.
He glanced over at Al's hand on the desk. His hands were so big. And rough from gripping his broom handle. Would they feel rough gripping other things? Scorpius could feel the blush returning. He lowered his head even further. Then inspiration struck and he reached up and unfastened his hair, letting it hang down and obscure his face. He shook it out a bit with his hand, trying to make it look like the tight elastic had been giving him a headache. He smiled at his own genius. Now even if Al looked over, he'd just see hair. Scorpius praised his Ravenclaw brain.
Al heard the snap of elastic and looked over involuntarily...and groaned aloud, letting his forehead thump onto the desk in front of him. Bloody buggering hell, that was just cruel of Scorpius. Downright mean and bastardly.
And god, was he turned on. The erection that had been slowly -but surely -deflating was suddenly back with a vengeance. Al slid one hand into his lap and pressed down on it, hoping that his cock would get the message that NOW WAS NOT THE TIME, but no. Scorp's hair was right THERE, dammit. So close he could almost smell it if he just leaned over and...
...THUMP! Al leaned over too far, caught his foot on the chair leg it had been wrapped around and toppled over backwards onto the stone floor, cracking his shoulder handily as he did so. Fortunately, his robe also caught and so covered his, uh, affliction.
He lay there and wished for this day to be over already. Damn Scorpius and his hair anyway.
Scorpius barely noticed that anything was wrong until he heard a thud and heard the rest of the class begin to laugh. He spun around and saw Albus lying on the floor. "Al," he hissed, "What the hell are you doing?" He reached out his hand without thinking to pull Al up. However, when Al clasped it, little shivers broke out all over Scorpius's body. He hoped that Al wouldn't pass too closely on his way up and notice the hard-on that Scorpius was still trying to hide.
"Looking up at the clouds...what the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Al hissed back. "I fell over, you wanker." He took the hand that Scorpius gave him and tried not to react to how it felt in his. He managed to get up, not wincing until he was upright. "Ow, damn," he muttered.
"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Potter? " Professor Morton's voice was vaguely concerned. Obviously, students falling over in class was de rigeur in Transfiguration. "Nothing, except I...I think I dislocated my shoulder." A bolt of pain accompanied this statement and he bit his lip. "Well then, off to the Hospital Wing with you, then. Go!"
Al didn't need to be told twice but he did wonder how exactly he was supposed to walk. He stood up carefully, using his good hand to adjust his robes, which mercifully draped down his front and hid the evidence. "Scorp, will you go with me?" His voice was small as the pain in his shoulder grew.
Scorpius's heart skipped a beat. The idea that Al needed him filled him with a strange, almost tender feeling. "Sure, of course I'll go, mate," Scorpius said, trying to keep his tone light. "Professor, I'm gonna go with Albus and help his carry his things. Is that all right?" When the professor agreed, Scorpius gathered up his own supplies and Albus's, stuffing them into their respective bags. "Let's go."
As they walked out of the classroom, Scorpius rubbed Al's arm lightly. "Does it hurt much?"
"Kind of," Al admitted. He hated ever showing weakness, but fuck, this one hurt. He was no stranger to broken bones, pulled muscles, bloody noses or black eyes, but this one...well, it felt different. He hoped it was ONLY dislocated...the match against Gryffindor was this weekend and he had sworn on all that was holy that James was going down. He shifted a little bit; Scorp must have touched him a thousand times over the course of their friendship...why did everything feel different now?
Because you've admitted to yourself...and your sister, you idiot...that you want him. And now it’s all you can think about. He sighed. A month wasn't long, but it might very well be the longest month of his life. As well as the most painful if he continued falling over things in his quest for smelling Scorpius.
"I'm sorry, Al. That sucks... But what were you doing, anyway? What made you fall over?" Scorpius asked him. He remembered that his hair was still loose and he let go of Al's arm to tuck it behind his ears. He couldn't pull it back with the bags slung over his shoulder, and it swung around his face, annoying him. He regretted the decision, though, because now that he'd taken his hand off Al, he wasn't sure how he could put it back without seeming obvious.
And damn if he didn't want to be touching Al. His forearms were so muscular. How had he never noticed that before? He briefly wondered if Al would be able to pick him up with those strong arms. He shook his head to clear that thought, and his hair swung back in his face. He really hoped Lily would come through with a haircut idea.
"I was just..." leaning over to smell your hair. No biggie. I do that all the time. He sighed. "I was going to ask you a question all quiet-like and lost my balance." Dammit, Scorpius still looked lickable. He NEVER had his hair loose...why did he have to pick today, of all days? He trudged along sullenly. His shoulder was really throbbing now and he scowled.
"Oh." Scorpius grinned and nudged Al's good shoulder with his own, giving him a friendly little bump. "Well, it was kind of funny in retrospect. Or it will be once we get you all healed. You have to be in good shape for the match this weekend." Scorpius swallowed a bit as he thought about Al's shape. Even though he wasn't a huge Quiddich fan, Scorpius always looked forward to Al's games. If for no other reason than the way Al looked in his uniform. And the way he got all sweaty afterwards. And the thought of him showering off in the locker room. Oh, gods... What a time to remember his favorite fantasy!
"Um, we're here," he said hastily, trying to distract himself.
"Thank God," Al mumbled. He wasn't sure if it was his brain or body trying to kill him more.
The mediwitch clucked over him as she usually did, lectured him on the perils of carelessness, reminded him that his body was a temple that he should worship and not try to destroy...leading Al to think naughty things about Scorpius' temple...and wrenched his shoulder back, tsking at his howl of pain. She dosed him with pain medication and wrote him a note to get him out of class for the rest of the day, provided he rest. "What about lunch though? And dinner?"
She sighed. "Mr. Potter, your stomach is a mighty force in your life...yes, you can go to meals. Merlin forbid."
She sent him on his way, thanking Scorpius for staying with his friend. Al sat on the bed for a moment while she praised him and noted that the sun shot through the window and lit the gold streaks in Scorpius's hair, making him look angelic and sweet and so fucking hot that he...
He REALLY needed to stop daydreaming about hair. It was just getting weird.
Scorpius handed Al his bag back. "Hold on a sec, Al." He sat his own bag down in the hall and twisted his hair into a neat tail at the back of his head. "Oh, much better. I was sick of having hair in my face. It can get downright annoying." He thinks about Lily's questions about his hair. "Maybe I should just cut it short. What do you think?"
Al stared at him in horror. "You wouldn't do that...would you?" He would have to kill his best mate. And then cry. Or maybe cry THEN kill him. Either way, there would be killing and crying.
But then Al had a thought...if it wasn't THERE, he couldn't get in trouble. He wouldn't fall out of his chair trying to sniff it. He wouldn't have random daydreams about it in class that resulted in dislocated shoulders and lectures. He assumed an air of nonchalance. "I don't know...maybe you should."
Scorpius frowned. Would Al prefer him with short hair? "Do you think I would look better with it short? I'm so used to it... But if you think it would look good. I mean, not that you think I look good or something. But..." Scorpius realized he was rambling. "Never mind. I'm not going to cut it. I'm too used to it. I just have to remember not to let it get in my way. Anyway, enough talk about hair. What are we, girls?"
"No! Not girls. At all. All man here," said Al hastily, realizing too late that he would actually be the girl in the relationship. Dammit. He'd suspected as much. "You asked, I answered. So, uh, thanks for going with me to the infirmary...I guess maybe I should go rest like Madame Violetta said, huh?" He was wishing Scorpius could come with him and just sit on his bed with him or study or stroke his...back, or...never mind. Al knew he needed some "alone time" because his reactions to Scorpius had suddenly gone haywire and he was afraid that he was going to give something away if he didn't back off.
"Yeah, you should probably do that. You need to be healthy for kicking Jamie's arse, right? Do you want me to come with you?" Scorpius had a sudden vision of helping Al remove his shirt... and his trousers. And helping him into bed. Oh, maybe he'd require a sponge bath!
Scorpius shook his head again. He was never going to last until the Yule Ball at this rate. He needed to find Lily and get a progress update. And quickly, before his loins exploded.
"Uhm..." Al considered; he loved having Scorpius around, but given the day's events already, it was probably better if he went back to Slytherin alone and tried to rest. Maybe wank...ok, definitely wank, but rest too. "It's ok Scorp...I know you hate to miss class, so you go on and I'll just go take a nap or something, k?"
Scorpius sighed, but Al was right. He did hate to miss class. "Alright then. But I'll come back and check on you after class, okay?" He patted Al's arm again and headed for his next class.
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Al was not to be alone, alas...for Lily was just coming down the stairs from the boy's dorm when he came in with his sling. He didn't even want to imagine WHY she'd been up there, or with who. "Oh my head, Albus...what did you do to yourself now?"
He scowled. "I fell over in class."
She paused, debating whether or not to ask, but curiosity got the better of her. "How did you fall over in CLASS?"
He sighed. "I was trying to smell Scorpius' hair."
"You...were trying to smell his hair?"
"Yes."
Don't ask, Lil..."Why in hell were you doing that?"
"Because...it was there, and close and I just know it smells like strawberries and I..."
Lily's facepalm stopped him in his tracks. "I'm the girl, aren't I?"
"I'm afraid so, love...but look, I have good news. I ordered all the clothes for the Ball and you will look spectacular, if I do say so myself, and I do." She looked very self-satisfied. "Now...when they come, try them on, and if they need altering we can worry about that then. I want to have the outfit all sorted out well before the Ball. The only thing I want to deal with that day is this," and she tugged on his hair. "Because if you really want to look that good, like the photo, this is gonna have to go. You know that, right?"
Al hadn't considered it, but he had no emotional attachment to HIS hair. It was just there. He shrugged. "Ok, whatever. You're the boss."
"I love it when men say that. All right then. So you can disregard the note under your pillow." She paused a moment to look at him. "Are you sure of what you feel, Al? I mean, if you jump Scorpius in public, that pretty much declares your orientation and desires all at once. Things will change for you after that...not necessarily in a bad way, although a few people might decide to be assholes. But leave them to me, I'll kick their asses. But...I just want to be sure you've thought this through."
Al studied her; she actually appeared concerned. "I have. I know people might be surprised, or might not. I don't know. I just know I want who I want. I only have to hope he wants me back." His voice was worried. "Lil, what if he doesn't? What if this all goes horribly wrong and he hates me for feeling like I do? I mean...maybe he doesn't like boys. Maybe he does but just doesn't want ME. I don't want to lose him both ways."
The expression on his face made her -oddly - want to hug him. So she did, surprising herself and Albus both, but he returned the hug warmly enough. "Alby, I can't tell you not to worry. I can't tell you what he'll do. But you won't lose him. He cares for you, a lot; you two have been friends forever. It will all be ok. It will work out."
She couldn't say more without jeopardizing Scorpius' trust and although her code of ethics flummoxed some people, Lily had a very strong sense of what was wrong or right; and she wouldn't hurt either boy for the world. "Now, did Madame Violetta tell you to rest?"
Al nodded.
"Then go rest. I will bring you lunch and you should be good to go by dinner. All right?"
He smiled at her and Lily reflected that Scorpius would have to be a moron to resist Al when he smiled. "All right...and Lil? Thanks."
She smiled back. "You're welcome. And you so owe me."
He nodded and turned around, heading up the stairs; she watched him go, then shouldered her bag again and went looking for Scorpius.
Scorpius hurried out of Potions the moment the bell rang. He wanted to head up to check on Al, but as he was heading for the Slytherin dungeons, he nearly ran right into Lily. "Lily! I was just going to check on Albus. Have you seen him? Is he alright? Did he get some food, because he skipped breakfast and I'm afraid that's why he might have fallen over, because you know how much food he usually gets and missing a meal could probably cause his body to shut down..." He trailed off, realizing that he was rambling. He blushed at the incredulous look on Lily's face. Sheepishly he added, "I was just going to check on him."
"That's sweet of you," she said nonchalantly. "He could probably use a good checking on; he said he felt faint and needed rest." Lily's most Slytherin trait was her ability to lie effortlessly and with a straight face. "Al should be in his dorm, resting." She looked him over. "What kind of shampoo do you use?"
Scorpius looked at her oddly. "Is this for the makeover? It's ummm... I think it's called "Strawberry Fields." It smells like strawberries. I picked it because I didn't want to smell like a flower garden. Am I gonna need a new kind of shampoo after you re-do my hair?" Scorpius was very confused.
Lily smiled. "No, it has nothing to do with anything. I just thought you smelled nice, is all." Point to Albus, that secret freak. "And I have some ideas for you, so if you want to get together and discuss, let me know. I ordered everything today, so in a few days we'll see how it all works." Noting Scorpius' slightly worried expression, she added. "I have one word for you...texturizing. Learn it, live it, love it. Ta!" She walked away, smirking. God, Al was SO far gone. It was actually sweet in a slightly scary and pathetic way.
Texturizing? Scorpius was confused, but before he could ask, Lily had disappeared into the crowd of students with a flash of red hair and a waft of some sort of perfume that smelled like a French whore house. Not that Scorpius had ever been in any sort of whore house, but he could imagine. Shrugging, he continued towards the Slytherin dorms, hoping that Albus had been properly fed by this point. He was hoping he wouldn't fall over again.
Although, if Al did start to swoon, perhaps Scorpius could catch him! He entertained a romantic fantasy along those lines until he remembered that Al was a head taller and quite a bit heavier and would likely squash Scorpius like a bug if he were to fall on him. Scorpius revised the fantasy to have himself fall into Albus's waiting arms. He was so inside his own head that he nearly walked past the door. Shaking his head, he went inside and opened Al's bedroom door. "Al?"
"Yeah...hey!" He smiled when he saw who it was. He was laying on his bed with his (surprise surprise) Quidditch playbook beside him, propping himself up on his decent shoulder and making notes in the margin. He was a little tired and his shoulder was beginning to throb again. He was also nearly naked, his Muggle gym shorts being the only clothing he was wearing. And the shorts were only so he wouldn't traumatize random people wandering in who might see him naked; he was considerate like that. He closed the play book and stretched a bit. "How was class?" he asked, moving over so Scorpius could sit down.
Scorpius gulped at the sight of Al in nothing but a pair of very small shorts. And promptly developed a raging hard-on. He quickly sat down as far from Al as he could get while still being, technically, on the bed, and plopped his bag in his lap. "Uh, hey Al. It was fine. You didn't miss anything exciting. We made an Elixir of Lethargy. It was just as boring as it sounds. I can show you how to make it later." Scorpius studiously focused on his own hands, twisting the strap of his bag, because if he so much as glanced at Al, all he could see was his muscular chest. Or his muscular thighs. He gulped again. "So what have you been up to?"
"Not a damn thing, my man," grumbled Al, rolling onto his back and pulling his legs up so they were bent at the knee. "I'm lying here trying not to take Pain Potion and thinking about the game and that's about it. I did take about a 15 minute nap until Sam Goyle woke me up making some sort of beastly noise; he was either coming or dying. Apparently coming cause I don't see a dead body around anywhere. I worry about him, seriously." He looked over at Scorpius. "Ditch your bag and stretch out - you look tense."
Scorpius almost laughed. Tense? Al thought he looked tense? He shifted restlessly. His hard-on, which he had been struggling to get under control, had returned with a vengeance when Al had gotten into that position. If he would just spread his knees a bit, Scorpius could lie right between them and suck his cock, lick his balls... or his ass. Scorpius leaped off the bed and rushed for the door, keeping his bag carefully in front of himself. "I just remembered that I... forgot something. In class. A book. I forgot my book. In class. Bye." He ran out the door and didn't stop running until he reached his bedroom.
Sinking onto the bed, Scorpius cast and silencing charm and reached into his pants. At this rate, his cock was going to be too sore from overuse before he could even make a move on Albus. Damn him and his shorts anyway.
Al looked after Scorpius in amazement; he'd never seen the other boy move that fast, unless he was elbowing people out of the way at Flourish & Blott's during school shopping...Al shook his head. Weirdness. But since the dorm was now empty again, he whipped the shorts off, tossed them beside his bed and got under the covers. Scorpius had looked so fucking CUTE sitting there with his schoolbag all scrunched up against him like a shield and all blushing and....Al slid his hand down and wrapped it comfortably around his cock, conjuring up various images of Scorpius being unintentionally sexy through the years. He sighed and let his mind go until his hand was moving at a frantic pace and he was beginning to wish he'd used lotion first...and then an image of Scorp in that outfit he'd seen in Lily's magazine yesterday sprang to mind and he came with a very loud groan that would have rivaled Sam Goyle's dying scream for sheer volume and relief. God....
...and he was sure he'd smelled strawberries.
Scorpius went down to dinner, hoping that Al would be around, although he didn't see him when he went into the Great Hall. He saw Lily at the Slytherin table, but she was surrounded by a group of friends (and male admirers), so he sat at the Ravenclaw table. He knew Al could find him if he wanted to. He picked at his food dispassionately. He wondered once again how he was going to last until the Yule Ball. His cock actually hurt after the last round of wanking. He hadn't known that someone could actually wank too much. But if Al was going to continue prancing around in those little shorts, Scorpius was going to injure himself permanently.
Al's enthusiastic wank had been followed by another short nap, a round of Exploding Snap, a shower and another wank. Essentially, it had been the perfect afternoon; this going to class stuff was for the birds. He was starving, of course, but that was normal. He looked around for Scorpius when he entered the Great Hall, a little later than usual; that last wank in the shower had taken a few minutes. He spotted him at the Claw table and wandered over to sit down opposite him and begin to help himself to a truly astounding amount of chicken and potatoes. "Did you find your book all right?" he asked as he loaded his plate.
"What book?" Scorpius asked him, confused. He smiled fondly at Al's appetite. Thankfully Albus was properly dressed in a jumper and jeans. However, he still looked much more delicious than any of the food. Scorpius trailed his fork through his peas, making furrows.
Al stopped spooning potatoes onto his plate. "Your book that you forgot in the classroom? You left in huge hurry and didn't come back, so I wanted to make sure you'd found your book." Scorpius still looked confused and Al set his spoon down. "Unless that was just an excuse...." He studied the other boy's face. "Did I do something wrong to make you leave like that?"
Scorpius felt his cheeks heat up. He'd completely forgotten about the lie he'd told! "Oh, that book! I... um... forgot for a moment. Of course you didn't do anything wrong!" Scorpius gave a laugh that sounded strained even to his own ears. "What could you have done wrong?"
Al shrugged, looking unconvinced. "You're a pretty lousy liar, Scorpius," he commented, looking down at his plate. He suddenly wasn't hungry at all. "Well, whatever I did, I'm sorry." He swallowed and stood up. "If you didn't want to come check on me, you didn't have to. Its not like anyone makes you be my friend. I'm gonna head back, and its fine, about this afternoon. Whatever."
He left quickly, getting odd looks from other students who had never seen Albus Potter walk away from a full plate. Al himself felt all wrong. Maybe Scorpius had somehow figured out what Al felt for him, been grossed out and had to leave so he wouldn't show it. The thought twisted his stomach and he was very glad the Slytherin dungeons weren't far away.
Scorpius pushed his plate back and chased after Al, heedless of how it would look to the other students. "Al! Wait up! I'm so sorry... I... I wasn't feeling uncomfortable." He could feel his cheeks heating up and he grabbed Al's arm and leaned closer to him, looking around to make sure that no one else was in earshot. "I got a little too comfortable, if you know what I mean." Scorpius prayed that Al wouldn't be disgusted by him. "You know how that sometimes just... happens... to us guys, right? Completely involuntary. But I didn't think you'd want me on your bed. In that state, I mean."
It took Al a moment to fully understand what Scorpius was actually saying...and when he did, his eyes widened. "You were...oh! Right then?" At Scorpius' nervous nod, Al had a moment of pure exultation, followed by the realization that it could have very well been completely involuntary and not because of him at all. Before he could consider the wisdom of his next words - cause god forbid a Potter male ever think before he spoke - he blurted out. "I wouldn't have cared, even if you wanted..." he lowered his voice. "You know, take care of things right there and then. I wouldn't have minded watching you."
A split second later, his words reached his brain and he almost died on the spot. "Oh God..."
The bottom dropped out of Scorpius's stomach and he was suddenly very glad he hadn't eaten much at dinner. He gaped at Al in what he suspected was an unbecoming fashion. "Are you serious?" Latching onto the idea, Scorpius said hurriedly, before Al could retract his statement, "Because I think that could be kind of fun. Maybe we should try it. I mean... I will if you will."
Al's eyes were huge. "You would? Really? Want to, I mean? Cause I would. I will!" He took a deep breath. "Uhmm...we could go to my room. It's pretty private, as long as Sam's not around and he's just started eating. He'll be here till they chuck him out, so..." He bit his lip. "So, uhm, lets go!"
Scorpius looked at Al with huge eyes. "Now? You want to do it right now?" Scorpius realized that he might miss his chance otherwise, so he added, "I mean, that's fine with me. More than fine. Great, even! Good plan. Yes. Let's go." He couldn't stop staring at Al's lip as Al nibbled it. He certainly didn't have to worry about being in the mood for a wank. Ever since Albus had made the suggestion, Scorpius had been rock-hard. In fact, he had to hold his bag in front of him as they began to walk. And he was sure he was probably walking funny as well, but he couldn't care less. In fact, he began to walk a bit more quickly.
Al himself was half-hard, and knew as soon as he sat or lay down near Scorpius and saw his cock, he'd be...ah. Well. Obviously it wouldn't even take THAT. Al thanked Merlin and whoever else wizards worshipped that his jeans were formerly Jamie's who was far huskier than he, and therefore the jeans were baggy. And that the dorms weren't far. And that his room was just to the left of the Common Room. All good things.
They got to his room and Al locked the door. "For privacy," he informed Scorpius, and sat down with a sigh on his bed and unzipped his jeans, sighing as the tension against his cock was relieved. He patted the spot beside him. "Sit."
Scorpius sat. He also unzipped his trousers, but he was hesitant about pulling out his cock. He was harder than he could ever remember being, and he was afraid that one touch and he'd come all over himself. And then Al would think he was a freak! Or had no stamina whatsoever. He shifted a bit, sitting sideways with his back against the footboard, knees bent, legs spread a bit to relieve the pressure. He also wasn't looking directly at Al this way, which was slightly better for his sanity. "So..." he began inanely. "How do we... you know... start?"
"Well..." Al thought a moment. "Get comfortable. You might want to lose the trousers. I usually get naked entirely, but I'm a freak," he said cheerfully. "And since you probably don't want to see me naked, I'll be nice and leave my shirt on, ok?" He stood up and pulled off his jeans and jumper; he had a Holyhead Harpies t-shirt on underneath. His erection was evident through his boxer briefs. He looked down. "Guess I didn't have to worry about getting hard, did I. Couple thoughts and bam!" He looked over at Scorpius. "Are you gonna leave everything on?"
He devoutly hoped not.
He almost moaned at the sight of Al's erection. Breathing heavily, he said, "I usually just stick my hand down my trousers. But, then again, I'm usually wearing pyjamas. So I guess I'd better take something off." He turned back to the side and toed his shoes off, letting them drop onto the floor. He shimmied out of his jeans and dropped them on the floor as well. He left his black silk boxers on, though. He knew his own erection was clearly visible and he tried not to blush. He stripped off his button-down shirt, but left on the black sleeveless undershirt that he was wearing underneath.
He turned sideways again, resuming his position against the footboard. "Why don't you sit at the head of the bed," he suggested, his desire to have a good view winning out over his shyness. He rotated his neck a bit. His ponytail was hurting the back of his head as he leaned against the tall footboard, so he reached up and undid the elastic, shaking his hair out and tucking it behind his ears.
Al swallowed hard....but knew that the sight of Scorpius, all relaxed and with his hair down would guarantee that his erection wasn't going anywhere soon...except kaboom! He got into the position Scorpius suggested and had the sudden thought that if they were ever together, this is what it would be like...Scorpius on...or better yet IN ...his bed, hard and soft at the same time. Al knew it sounded contradictory but that's what Scorpius was to him.
God, him in all black with the blond... Al closed his eyes a moment, burning the image on his brain. He knew he didn't look half as good as the other boy, but then again, Scorp wasn't thinking of HIM, right? Right. Al decided to just say fuck it and he moved up on his knees and pulled his boxer briefs off entirely, tossing them on the floor and then sitting back, spreading his knees a little and touching himself lightly.
Scorpius couldn't stop staring. His cock was literally pulsing and his stomach was in knots. He was trying to commit every single perfect bit to memory just in case he died of sheer joy. Which he was afraid he might do at any second. Al looked... incredible. His cock was so big! And so hard! And so... Scorpius had to dig his fingernails into his arm to the point of pain to keep himself from reaching for it. He could see Al's balls, and a shadow of something below that he itched to explore further. He wanted to lean forward and bury his face in Al's crotch and never come out again.
That time, he did moan out loud, reaching down to touch himself lightly through the black silk. He took a deep breath. This might be his only chance to do something like this, so he had best do it right. He slipped the boxers off and dropped them over the side of the bed, baring himself. He was embarrassed, but he was so eager that it hardly registered. He touched himself with his fingertips, afraid that the second he closed his hand around his cock, he would come.
He looked at their positions. Mirror images. He wondered if he shot his load, would it end up on Al? Would Al's... stuff get on him? Scorpius imagined licking it off of Al's powerful thighs and he moaned a bit again.
When Scorpius pulled off his boxers, Al made a strangled little mewling sound that would embarrass the hell out of him later, but right now...Scorpius, as he always knew he would be, was perfect; his cock was beautiful and already glistening with pre-come. And all, ALL Al wanted to do was lean forward and lick those drops off, taste him, memorize him with his tongue and then lick that cock with long, slow strokes until Scorpius came in his mouth, on his chin, chest, wherever it would fall. Al didn't care.
He was aware that Scorpius was staring at him as intently as Al was looking at him. Slowly, willing himself to not go immediately, he started stroking himself, drawing two fingers up his cock from base to tip, and rubbing his thumb along the slit, where he was leaking too.
Scorpius heard the little sound that Al made and it sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin. He watched Al, breathing shallowly, trying to commit each action to memory. Because he knew he would never wank again without thinking of this moment and he wanted to be able to recall it in detail. He spread his legs a bit more, running his fingers over his cock, almost teasingly. Trying to buy some time, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed hard, which helped a bit, but not much.
He let his other hand drift down to cup his balls. He rotated them a bit in his palm, moaning at the sensation. They ached. He was so close already, but he never wanted this to end. He rubbed his hand up and down his shaft a few times, testing himself. He wasn't going to last long at all. Fleetingly, he wondered what Al would do if he just reached over and replaced Al's hand with his own. The question fell from his lips before he could censor himself. "What are you thinking about?"
Al was staring at Scorpius's hand, moving so slowly over his cock...and when Scorpius moaned, Al nearly came right there.
Nothing had ever turned him on like this did. NOTHING. He wanted to watch Scorpius forever, wanted to watch the gentle way he touched himself and imagine those same hands drifting over him, stroking him with that same soft touch. He felt himself mimicking that touch, his own fingers moving slowly over himself, one finger moving slightly further back to press on his perineum, making him gasp with the ripple of tension that shot up his spine.
He was aching like never before and against his will he began to move his hand slightly faster, creating more friction and he licked his lips as he watched Scorpius...so involved was he that Scorpius' question caught him off guard. But he didn't even need to think about it. "The most beautiful person I've ever seen...so perfect." His eyes began to drift closed as his orgasm began to build and he forced them open again; he didn't want to miss a single second.
If Al's answer came off vague and esoteric, Scorpius didn't notice. He wouldn't have noticed if Al had said 'The Minister of Magic' or 'Your father.' He was too busy watching Al's finger move below his balls to touch between his legs... there. Scorpius leaned forward slightly, breathing heavily now. His hair fell over his shoulders and obscured his peripheral vision, but it just brought Al into sharper focus. All he could see was Albus. He could hear his little noises and the subtle sounds of his hand moving on his cock. Al was breathing hard, too, and Scorpius wondered if he was close to coming.
He gave in. This was too much. Too hot. He began to stroke himself in earnest, his hand moving up and down his length. He could feel how close he was and he wanted to just let go. He gasped, barely over a whisper, "Come with me, Al."
"God, Scorp..." Al couldn't hold back. He wanted to, he wanted to more than anything, to make this last and to watch Scorpius as he leaned forward ever so slightly towards him, Albus...and for that moment he could pretend that Scorpius wanted him, that he was thinking of him while he pleasured himself...and that was all it took. He moaned loudly, the sound at once husky and choked and came, harder than he ever had before, over his hand, his stomach, his leg and the coverlet. It was a messy shot and it was perfect. He managed to raise his eyes to Scorpius as he finished...
Hearing Al say his name was the point-of-no-return. He began stroking hard, his mind full of Albus. Flashes of his fantasies appeared to him, in vivid detail now that he had the real thing in front of him. He wanted to lean down and suck Al off. He wanted to bend over the end of the bed and have Al fill him full. Fuck him and take his virginity and claim him so that there was no doubt that he belonged to Al. Forever.
When Al came, Scorpius gasped at the sight. And followed him only seconds later. And as he did, he met Al's eyes. His beautiful green eyes that were glazed with lust and tinged with something almost like fear, and it was beautiful. He came all over himself, groaning with feeling. His hand was sticky and without thinking, he raised it to his lips and gave it a tentative lick.
Al bit his lip again and stared at Scorpius as he came...god, he was so unbelievably fucking beautiful and Al wanted him more than he had ever wanted anything. And when Scorpius licked his hand, Al's heart lurched and it was all he could do not to lunge forward, grab that hand and growl "Mine." Because Scorpius WAS his, and anyone who tried to challenge him would have another fucking think coming.
He raised his own non-sticky hand up and pushed his hair off his face; it was damp with sweat and curled in a most annoying way. Scorpius' tongue was a deep pink and Al had a flash of that tongue trailing down his chest and had to squeeze himself hard.
What he did next shocked him, as he dipped a finger in his own come and leaned forward, placing it on Scorpius' lower lip.
Scorpius couldn't have been more surprised if Al had hexed him. However, he didn't stop to think. He grabbed Al's wrist and almost jerked it away from his mouth, but then he paused. He snaked out his tongue and licked Al's finger. It tasted mostly the same as his own, but unique enough that he could tell a difference, and it made him groan with pleasure. Still holding Al's wrist, he sucked the finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. The similarity between that act and another was not lost on him. He moved Al's finger in and out of his mouth, stroking it with his tongue.
Suddenly a very insistent pounding startled Scorpius so much that he nearly bit Al's finger. "Al? You in there?" Scorpius recognized Sam Goyle's voice. He dropped Al's hand like a red-hot poker and jumped off the bed. He muttered a cleaning charm and pulled on his clothes as quickly as he could. He yanked the bed curtains shut, since Al seemed to be frozen solid, and sprinted for the door. He unlocked the door and said, "Sorry, Sam! We were studying!" as he walked out the door. He called over his shoulder, "See ya, Al!" in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner.
He hustled through the common room and was halfway back to Ravenclaw Tower before he stopped to catch his breath. He leaned against the wall, holding on to the stones for dear life. "What the fuck was that?" he whispered.
Al WAS frozen solid...he couldn't believe that he'd done that to Scorp....and that Scorp had licked his finger clean with that tongue that was so fucking...practiced. When had he PRACTICED doing that? And moreover, who the FUCK had he practiced ON?
He pulled the curtains shut on his bed and sat there, still half naked and covered with his own cooling and sticky come. He didn't know whether to be aroused or cry. He realized he was near tears, for no other reason than a) Scorpius had let him watch him wank, b) he had sucked Al's finger like a practiced cocksucker, and c)then had left as though he was beyond disgusted.
Oh God. Scorp would never want to see him again, let alone be his best mate anymore. And then, despite their mutual wank being the most perfect thing he'd ever experienced, he felt hot tears form and was suddenly grateful to be alone.
On to Part Three
Part Two
The next day, Al was early to Transfiguration, which almost never happened, as it was his first class of the day, and therefore one he scrambled to get to on time. But he hadn't slept too well, thinking of Scorpius and the Ball, and what he was going to do to ensure that the other boy was his. Al had never been much for planning (except for Quidditch strategies) and this whole thing unnerved him. The gleam in Lily's eyes was worrying; Al thought she was a bit too enthusiastic at the thought of making him pretty.
He sat there in his customary spot as the other students started filing in, and looked up as Scorpius appeared beside him.
Scorpius was surprised to see that Al had gotten to Transfiguration ahead of him. "You actually woke up on time today?" he joked, keeping his tone light. He didn't want Al to suspect how much his stomach was fluttering just being near Albus. Especially after his fantasizing last night, which had gotten even more explicit than usual.
"Its the first sign of the Apocalypse," nodded Al seriously. "The second sign is that I actually..." he leaned over close to Scorpius' ear. "I SKIPPED breakfast. Wasn't hungry. Can you believe that?" He shook his disheveled head. "I'm worried about myself."
Scorpius shivered when Al's breath hit his ear. It was so distracting that he almost missed what Al had said to him. "You? Skipped breakfast? Who are you and what have you done with Albus Potter?" He grinned. "Aren't you afraid of wasting away to nothing?" He punctuated his comment by looking at Al's stomach, and he wished he wouldn't have when he found himself noticing the way Al's trousers stretched across his lap. He shifted a bit in his seat, hoping Al wouldn't notice.
"Terribly afraid. I may have to eat three lunches and two dinners to make up for it." He sighed, looking over at Scorpius. It wasn't fair; he was wanking over someone and wouldn't tell Al who...not that Al really wanted to know. Sometimes the unknown was easier to deal with.
He occupied his time during class sneaking covert looks at Scorpius' profile. HIS nose had never been broken, that was for damn sure...Al's had been broken three times. The perils of sibling rivalry. Then, he spent time imagining pulling out the band on that shiny tail of hair and sliding his fingers through it, burying his face in it; for some reason he was sure it would smell like strawberries. He didn't know why, except that it just would. He imagined that hair drifting across his stomach and onto his cock and heaved a very large sigh at the image.
Scorpius heard Al sigh and wondered what he was thinking about. Some traitorous little voice in his head made him wonder if Al was thinking about blowjobs again. He was sure it was only his over-active imagination, but he kept noticing Al glancing at him. Suddenly, he felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. What if Albus was on to him? What if he was giving away the fact that he now had a 'master plan' that involved leather trousers? Oh, Merlin... What if Lily had told him something? Scorpius leaned over to Al. "Knut for your thoughts?"
Al blinked. "Huh? Oh...strawberries." He nodded vigorously. It wasn't entirely a lie; strawberries did figure prominently in that fantasy. He gave Scorpius his most ingenuous smile, the one that usually worked on everyone short of McGonagall, who was on to him. But that was ok too. She was his godmother, after all. And Lily's, a thought that made him snort whenever he thought about it. He was sure Lily had cured Minerva of any long-dormant child-of-her-own-pangs long, LONG ago. He propped his chin on his hand and pretended to concentrate, while his mind floated back to blonds and soft strands lying across his thighs and...
Oh fuck. NOT here...not NOW! Bloody cock. He shifted a little, trying to be inconspicuous. And not blush. Although that hope was already shot to hell as he felt his cheeks grow hot.
Strawberries? Scorpius was confused, but he shrugged and went back to taking notes. Al was probably just planning his lunch already. However, Scorpius noticed Albus fidgeting a bit in his seat. He glanced over and saw that Al's cheeks were bright red. He was blushing? Scorpius couldn't help looking down and he gulped audibly. Al was visibly hard. Scorpius immediately snapped his head back down to his notes, but he could feel his own cheeks getting red.
And his own cock getting hard. He tried to think of the most disgusting thing possible, but all he could think of was how... large... Al had appeared to be under his trousers. Scorpius's fingers itched to reach out and run his hand over the bulge. He gulped again.
Oh god, thought Albus. Stop blushing Potter, Jesus! It was no use. He couldn't wank under the desk...not well, and sure as hell not with Scorp beside him. He glanced up and caught the tail end of Scorp's gaze and swallowed. He'd seen. Shit shit shit! Ok...think about things that are not sexy. Not. Filch in a thong. Hooch bicycling naked. Shepherd's pie. Uhh...what else? His parents having sex.
He glanced down. Better. Ok. Ron and Hermione having sex. No good. Aunt Mione was kind of hot, for an older woman. Uh...
Fortunately, things seemed to be settling down. He chanced another glance over at Scorpius, who was still blushing. It was good of his mate to feel embarrassed for him. After all, they'd all been there, right?
Scorpius was fighting the urge to look. He was not going to look. No, he was not. He was not going to ogle his best mate's cock in the middle of Transfiguration class. He was not. He dug his fingernails into his palm to remind himself to behave. He wriggled a bit. How he would ever make it to the Yule Ball, he had no idea. Now that he had a suspicion that Al might be amenable to shagging him, Scorpius couldn't get the images out of his mind.
He glanced over at Al's hand on the desk. His hands were so big. And rough from gripping his broom handle. Would they feel rough gripping other things? Scorpius could feel the blush returning. He lowered his head even further. Then inspiration struck and he reached up and unfastened his hair, letting it hang down and obscure his face. He shook it out a bit with his hand, trying to make it look like the tight elastic had been giving him a headache. He smiled at his own genius. Now even if Al looked over, he'd just see hair. Scorpius praised his Ravenclaw brain.
Al heard the snap of elastic and looked over involuntarily...and groaned aloud, letting his forehead thump onto the desk in front of him. Bloody buggering hell, that was just cruel of Scorpius. Downright mean and bastardly.
And god, was he turned on. The erection that had been slowly -but surely -deflating was suddenly back with a vengeance. Al slid one hand into his lap and pressed down on it, hoping that his cock would get the message that NOW WAS NOT THE TIME, but no. Scorp's hair was right THERE, dammit. So close he could almost smell it if he just leaned over and...
...THUMP! Al leaned over too far, caught his foot on the chair leg it had been wrapped around and toppled over backwards onto the stone floor, cracking his shoulder handily as he did so. Fortunately, his robe also caught and so covered his, uh, affliction.
He lay there and wished for this day to be over already. Damn Scorpius and his hair anyway.
Scorpius barely noticed that anything was wrong until he heard a thud and heard the rest of the class begin to laugh. He spun around and saw Albus lying on the floor. "Al," he hissed, "What the hell are you doing?" He reached out his hand without thinking to pull Al up. However, when Al clasped it, little shivers broke out all over Scorpius's body. He hoped that Al wouldn't pass too closely on his way up and notice the hard-on that Scorpius was still trying to hide.
"Looking up at the clouds...what the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Al hissed back. "I fell over, you wanker." He took the hand that Scorpius gave him and tried not to react to how it felt in his. He managed to get up, not wincing until he was upright. "Ow, damn," he muttered.
"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Potter? " Professor Morton's voice was vaguely concerned. Obviously, students falling over in class was de rigeur in Transfiguration. "Nothing, except I...I think I dislocated my shoulder." A bolt of pain accompanied this statement and he bit his lip. "Well then, off to the Hospital Wing with you, then. Go!"
Al didn't need to be told twice but he did wonder how exactly he was supposed to walk. He stood up carefully, using his good hand to adjust his robes, which mercifully draped down his front and hid the evidence. "Scorp, will you go with me?" His voice was small as the pain in his shoulder grew.
Scorpius's heart skipped a beat. The idea that Al needed him filled him with a strange, almost tender feeling. "Sure, of course I'll go, mate," Scorpius said, trying to keep his tone light. "Professor, I'm gonna go with Albus and help his carry his things. Is that all right?" When the professor agreed, Scorpius gathered up his own supplies and Albus's, stuffing them into their respective bags. "Let's go."
As they walked out of the classroom, Scorpius rubbed Al's arm lightly. "Does it hurt much?"
"Kind of," Al admitted. He hated ever showing weakness, but fuck, this one hurt. He was no stranger to broken bones, pulled muscles, bloody noses or black eyes, but this one...well, it felt different. He hoped it was ONLY dislocated...the match against Gryffindor was this weekend and he had sworn on all that was holy that James was going down. He shifted a little bit; Scorp must have touched him a thousand times over the course of their friendship...why did everything feel different now?
Because you've admitted to yourself...and your sister, you idiot...that you want him. And now it’s all you can think about. He sighed. A month wasn't long, but it might very well be the longest month of his life. As well as the most painful if he continued falling over things in his quest for smelling Scorpius.
"I'm sorry, Al. That sucks... But what were you doing, anyway? What made you fall over?" Scorpius asked him. He remembered that his hair was still loose and he let go of Al's arm to tuck it behind his ears. He couldn't pull it back with the bags slung over his shoulder, and it swung around his face, annoying him. He regretted the decision, though, because now that he'd taken his hand off Al, he wasn't sure how he could put it back without seeming obvious.
And damn if he didn't want to be touching Al. His forearms were so muscular. How had he never noticed that before? He briefly wondered if Al would be able to pick him up with those strong arms. He shook his head to clear that thought, and his hair swung back in his face. He really hoped Lily would come through with a haircut idea.
"I was just..." leaning over to smell your hair. No biggie. I do that all the time. He sighed. "I was going to ask you a question all quiet-like and lost my balance." Dammit, Scorpius still looked lickable. He NEVER had his hair loose...why did he have to pick today, of all days? He trudged along sullenly. His shoulder was really throbbing now and he scowled.
"Oh." Scorpius grinned and nudged Al's good shoulder with his own, giving him a friendly little bump. "Well, it was kind of funny in retrospect. Or it will be once we get you all healed. You have to be in good shape for the match this weekend." Scorpius swallowed a bit as he thought about Al's shape. Even though he wasn't a huge Quiddich fan, Scorpius always looked forward to Al's games. If for no other reason than the way Al looked in his uniform. And the way he got all sweaty afterwards. And the thought of him showering off in the locker room. Oh, gods... What a time to remember his favorite fantasy!
"Um, we're here," he said hastily, trying to distract himself.
"Thank God," Al mumbled. He wasn't sure if it was his brain or body trying to kill him more.
The mediwitch clucked over him as she usually did, lectured him on the perils of carelessness, reminded him that his body was a temple that he should worship and not try to destroy...leading Al to think naughty things about Scorpius' temple...and wrenched his shoulder back, tsking at his howl of pain. She dosed him with pain medication and wrote him a note to get him out of class for the rest of the day, provided he rest. "What about lunch though? And dinner?"
She sighed. "Mr. Potter, your stomach is a mighty force in your life...yes, you can go to meals. Merlin forbid."
She sent him on his way, thanking Scorpius for staying with his friend. Al sat on the bed for a moment while she praised him and noted that the sun shot through the window and lit the gold streaks in Scorpius's hair, making him look angelic and sweet and so fucking hot that he...
He REALLY needed to stop daydreaming about hair. It was just getting weird.
Scorpius handed Al his bag back. "Hold on a sec, Al." He sat his own bag down in the hall and twisted his hair into a neat tail at the back of his head. "Oh, much better. I was sick of having hair in my face. It can get downright annoying." He thinks about Lily's questions about his hair. "Maybe I should just cut it short. What do you think?"
Al stared at him in horror. "You wouldn't do that...would you?" He would have to kill his best mate. And then cry. Or maybe cry THEN kill him. Either way, there would be killing and crying.
But then Al had a thought...if it wasn't THERE, he couldn't get in trouble. He wouldn't fall out of his chair trying to sniff it. He wouldn't have random daydreams about it in class that resulted in dislocated shoulders and lectures. He assumed an air of nonchalance. "I don't know...maybe you should."
Scorpius frowned. Would Al prefer him with short hair? "Do you think I would look better with it short? I'm so used to it... But if you think it would look good. I mean, not that you think I look good or something. But..." Scorpius realized he was rambling. "Never mind. I'm not going to cut it. I'm too used to it. I just have to remember not to let it get in my way. Anyway, enough talk about hair. What are we, girls?"
"No! Not girls. At all. All man here," said Al hastily, realizing too late that he would actually be the girl in the relationship. Dammit. He'd suspected as much. "You asked, I answered. So, uh, thanks for going with me to the infirmary...I guess maybe I should go rest like Madame Violetta said, huh?" He was wishing Scorpius could come with him and just sit on his bed with him or study or stroke his...back, or...never mind. Al knew he needed some "alone time" because his reactions to Scorpius had suddenly gone haywire and he was afraid that he was going to give something away if he didn't back off.
"Yeah, you should probably do that. You need to be healthy for kicking Jamie's arse, right? Do you want me to come with you?" Scorpius had a sudden vision of helping Al remove his shirt... and his trousers. And helping him into bed. Oh, maybe he'd require a sponge bath!
Scorpius shook his head again. He was never going to last until the Yule Ball at this rate. He needed to find Lily and get a progress update. And quickly, before his loins exploded.
"Uhm..." Al considered; he loved having Scorpius around, but given the day's events already, it was probably better if he went back to Slytherin alone and tried to rest. Maybe wank...ok, definitely wank, but rest too. "It's ok Scorp...I know you hate to miss class, so you go on and I'll just go take a nap or something, k?"
Scorpius sighed, but Al was right. He did hate to miss class. "Alright then. But I'll come back and check on you after class, okay?" He patted Al's arm again and headed for his next class.
****
Al was not to be alone, alas...for Lily was just coming down the stairs from the boy's dorm when he came in with his sling. He didn't even want to imagine WHY she'd been up there, or with who. "Oh my head, Albus...what did you do to yourself now?"
He scowled. "I fell over in class."
She paused, debating whether or not to ask, but curiosity got the better of her. "How did you fall over in CLASS?"
He sighed. "I was trying to smell Scorpius' hair."
"You...were trying to smell his hair?"
"Yes."
Don't ask, Lil..."Why in hell were you doing that?"
"Because...it was there, and close and I just know it smells like strawberries and I..."
Lily's facepalm stopped him in his tracks. "I'm the girl, aren't I?"
"I'm afraid so, love...but look, I have good news. I ordered all the clothes for the Ball and you will look spectacular, if I do say so myself, and I do." She looked very self-satisfied. "Now...when they come, try them on, and if they need altering we can worry about that then. I want to have the outfit all sorted out well before the Ball. The only thing I want to deal with that day is this," and she tugged on his hair. "Because if you really want to look that good, like the photo, this is gonna have to go. You know that, right?"
Al hadn't considered it, but he had no emotional attachment to HIS hair. It was just there. He shrugged. "Ok, whatever. You're the boss."
"I love it when men say that. All right then. So you can disregard the note under your pillow." She paused a moment to look at him. "Are you sure of what you feel, Al? I mean, if you jump Scorpius in public, that pretty much declares your orientation and desires all at once. Things will change for you after that...not necessarily in a bad way, although a few people might decide to be assholes. But leave them to me, I'll kick their asses. But...I just want to be sure you've thought this through."
Al studied her; she actually appeared concerned. "I have. I know people might be surprised, or might not. I don't know. I just know I want who I want. I only have to hope he wants me back." His voice was worried. "Lil, what if he doesn't? What if this all goes horribly wrong and he hates me for feeling like I do? I mean...maybe he doesn't like boys. Maybe he does but just doesn't want ME. I don't want to lose him both ways."
The expression on his face made her -oddly - want to hug him. So she did, surprising herself and Albus both, but he returned the hug warmly enough. "Alby, I can't tell you not to worry. I can't tell you what he'll do. But you won't lose him. He cares for you, a lot; you two have been friends forever. It will all be ok. It will work out."
She couldn't say more without jeopardizing Scorpius' trust and although her code of ethics flummoxed some people, Lily had a very strong sense of what was wrong or right; and she wouldn't hurt either boy for the world. "Now, did Madame Violetta tell you to rest?"
Al nodded.
"Then go rest. I will bring you lunch and you should be good to go by dinner. All right?"
He smiled at her and Lily reflected that Scorpius would have to be a moron to resist Al when he smiled. "All right...and Lil? Thanks."
She smiled back. "You're welcome. And you so owe me."
He nodded and turned around, heading up the stairs; she watched him go, then shouldered her bag again and went looking for Scorpius.
Scorpius hurried out of Potions the moment the bell rang. He wanted to head up to check on Al, but as he was heading for the Slytherin dungeons, he nearly ran right into Lily. "Lily! I was just going to check on Albus. Have you seen him? Is he alright? Did he get some food, because he skipped breakfast and I'm afraid that's why he might have fallen over, because you know how much food he usually gets and missing a meal could probably cause his body to shut down..." He trailed off, realizing that he was rambling. He blushed at the incredulous look on Lily's face. Sheepishly he added, "I was just going to check on him."
"That's sweet of you," she said nonchalantly. "He could probably use a good checking on; he said he felt faint and needed rest." Lily's most Slytherin trait was her ability to lie effortlessly and with a straight face. "Al should be in his dorm, resting." She looked him over. "What kind of shampoo do you use?"
Scorpius looked at her oddly. "Is this for the makeover? It's ummm... I think it's called "Strawberry Fields." It smells like strawberries. I picked it because I didn't want to smell like a flower garden. Am I gonna need a new kind of shampoo after you re-do my hair?" Scorpius was very confused.
Lily smiled. "No, it has nothing to do with anything. I just thought you smelled nice, is all." Point to Albus, that secret freak. "And I have some ideas for you, so if you want to get together and discuss, let me know. I ordered everything today, so in a few days we'll see how it all works." Noting Scorpius' slightly worried expression, she added. "I have one word for you...texturizing. Learn it, live it, love it. Ta!" She walked away, smirking. God, Al was SO far gone. It was actually sweet in a slightly scary and pathetic way.
Texturizing? Scorpius was confused, but before he could ask, Lily had disappeared into the crowd of students with a flash of red hair and a waft of some sort of perfume that smelled like a French whore house. Not that Scorpius had ever been in any sort of whore house, but he could imagine. Shrugging, he continued towards the Slytherin dorms, hoping that Albus had been properly fed by this point. He was hoping he wouldn't fall over again.
Although, if Al did start to swoon, perhaps Scorpius could catch him! He entertained a romantic fantasy along those lines until he remembered that Al was a head taller and quite a bit heavier and would likely squash Scorpius like a bug if he were to fall on him. Scorpius revised the fantasy to have himself fall into Albus's waiting arms. He was so inside his own head that he nearly walked past the door. Shaking his head, he went inside and opened Al's bedroom door. "Al?"
"Yeah...hey!" He smiled when he saw who it was. He was laying on his bed with his (surprise surprise) Quidditch playbook beside him, propping himself up on his decent shoulder and making notes in the margin. He was a little tired and his shoulder was beginning to throb again. He was also nearly naked, his Muggle gym shorts being the only clothing he was wearing. And the shorts were only so he wouldn't traumatize random people wandering in who might see him naked; he was considerate like that. He closed the play book and stretched a bit. "How was class?" he asked, moving over so Scorpius could sit down.
Scorpius gulped at the sight of Al in nothing but a pair of very small shorts. And promptly developed a raging hard-on. He quickly sat down as far from Al as he could get while still being, technically, on the bed, and plopped his bag in his lap. "Uh, hey Al. It was fine. You didn't miss anything exciting. We made an Elixir of Lethargy. It was just as boring as it sounds. I can show you how to make it later." Scorpius studiously focused on his own hands, twisting the strap of his bag, because if he so much as glanced at Al, all he could see was his muscular chest. Or his muscular thighs. He gulped again. "So what have you been up to?"
"Not a damn thing, my man," grumbled Al, rolling onto his back and pulling his legs up so they were bent at the knee. "I'm lying here trying not to take Pain Potion and thinking about the game and that's about it. I did take about a 15 minute nap until Sam Goyle woke me up making some sort of beastly noise; he was either coming or dying. Apparently coming cause I don't see a dead body around anywhere. I worry about him, seriously." He looked over at Scorpius. "Ditch your bag and stretch out - you look tense."
Scorpius almost laughed. Tense? Al thought he looked tense? He shifted restlessly. His hard-on, which he had been struggling to get under control, had returned with a vengeance when Al had gotten into that position. If he would just spread his knees a bit, Scorpius could lie right between them and suck his cock, lick his balls... or his ass. Scorpius leaped off the bed and rushed for the door, keeping his bag carefully in front of himself. "I just remembered that I... forgot something. In class. A book. I forgot my book. In class. Bye." He ran out the door and didn't stop running until he reached his bedroom.
Sinking onto the bed, Scorpius cast and silencing charm and reached into his pants. At this rate, his cock was going to be too sore from overuse before he could even make a move on Albus. Damn him and his shorts anyway.
Al looked after Scorpius in amazement; he'd never seen the other boy move that fast, unless he was elbowing people out of the way at Flourish & Blott's during school shopping...Al shook his head. Weirdness. But since the dorm was now empty again, he whipped the shorts off, tossed them beside his bed and got under the covers. Scorpius had looked so fucking CUTE sitting there with his schoolbag all scrunched up against him like a shield and all blushing and....Al slid his hand down and wrapped it comfortably around his cock, conjuring up various images of Scorpius being unintentionally sexy through the years. He sighed and let his mind go until his hand was moving at a frantic pace and he was beginning to wish he'd used lotion first...and then an image of Scorp in that outfit he'd seen in Lily's magazine yesterday sprang to mind and he came with a very loud groan that would have rivaled Sam Goyle's dying scream for sheer volume and relief. God....
...and he was sure he'd smelled strawberries.
Scorpius went down to dinner, hoping that Al would be around, although he didn't see him when he went into the Great Hall. He saw Lily at the Slytherin table, but she was surrounded by a group of friends (and male admirers), so he sat at the Ravenclaw table. He knew Al could find him if he wanted to. He picked at his food dispassionately. He wondered once again how he was going to last until the Yule Ball. His cock actually hurt after the last round of wanking. He hadn't known that someone could actually wank too much. But if Al was going to continue prancing around in those little shorts, Scorpius was going to injure himself permanently.
Al's enthusiastic wank had been followed by another short nap, a round of Exploding Snap, a shower and another wank. Essentially, it had been the perfect afternoon; this going to class stuff was for the birds. He was starving, of course, but that was normal. He looked around for Scorpius when he entered the Great Hall, a little later than usual; that last wank in the shower had taken a few minutes. He spotted him at the Claw table and wandered over to sit down opposite him and begin to help himself to a truly astounding amount of chicken and potatoes. "Did you find your book all right?" he asked as he loaded his plate.
"What book?" Scorpius asked him, confused. He smiled fondly at Al's appetite. Thankfully Albus was properly dressed in a jumper and jeans. However, he still looked much more delicious than any of the food. Scorpius trailed his fork through his peas, making furrows.
Al stopped spooning potatoes onto his plate. "Your book that you forgot in the classroom? You left in huge hurry and didn't come back, so I wanted to make sure you'd found your book." Scorpius still looked confused and Al set his spoon down. "Unless that was just an excuse...." He studied the other boy's face. "Did I do something wrong to make you leave like that?"
Scorpius felt his cheeks heat up. He'd completely forgotten about the lie he'd told! "Oh, that book! I... um... forgot for a moment. Of course you didn't do anything wrong!" Scorpius gave a laugh that sounded strained even to his own ears. "What could you have done wrong?"
Al shrugged, looking unconvinced. "You're a pretty lousy liar, Scorpius," he commented, looking down at his plate. He suddenly wasn't hungry at all. "Well, whatever I did, I'm sorry." He swallowed and stood up. "If you didn't want to come check on me, you didn't have to. Its not like anyone makes you be my friend. I'm gonna head back, and its fine, about this afternoon. Whatever."
He left quickly, getting odd looks from other students who had never seen Albus Potter walk away from a full plate. Al himself felt all wrong. Maybe Scorpius had somehow figured out what Al felt for him, been grossed out and had to leave so he wouldn't show it. The thought twisted his stomach and he was very glad the Slytherin dungeons weren't far away.
Scorpius pushed his plate back and chased after Al, heedless of how it would look to the other students. "Al! Wait up! I'm so sorry... I... I wasn't feeling uncomfortable." He could feel his cheeks heating up and he grabbed Al's arm and leaned closer to him, looking around to make sure that no one else was in earshot. "I got a little too comfortable, if you know what I mean." Scorpius prayed that Al wouldn't be disgusted by him. "You know how that sometimes just... happens... to us guys, right? Completely involuntary. But I didn't think you'd want me on your bed. In that state, I mean."
It took Al a moment to fully understand what Scorpius was actually saying...and when he did, his eyes widened. "You were...oh! Right then?" At Scorpius' nervous nod, Al had a moment of pure exultation, followed by the realization that it could have very well been completely involuntary and not because of him at all. Before he could consider the wisdom of his next words - cause god forbid a Potter male ever think before he spoke - he blurted out. "I wouldn't have cared, even if you wanted..." he lowered his voice. "You know, take care of things right there and then. I wouldn't have minded watching you."
A split second later, his words reached his brain and he almost died on the spot. "Oh God..."
The bottom dropped out of Scorpius's stomach and he was suddenly very glad he hadn't eaten much at dinner. He gaped at Al in what he suspected was an unbecoming fashion. "Are you serious?" Latching onto the idea, Scorpius said hurriedly, before Al could retract his statement, "Because I think that could be kind of fun. Maybe we should try it. I mean... I will if you will."
Al's eyes were huge. "You would? Really? Want to, I mean? Cause I would. I will!" He took a deep breath. "Uhmm...we could go to my room. It's pretty private, as long as Sam's not around and he's just started eating. He'll be here till they chuck him out, so..." He bit his lip. "So, uhm, lets go!"
Scorpius looked at Al with huge eyes. "Now? You want to do it right now?" Scorpius realized that he might miss his chance otherwise, so he added, "I mean, that's fine with me. More than fine. Great, even! Good plan. Yes. Let's go." He couldn't stop staring at Al's lip as Al nibbled it. He certainly didn't have to worry about being in the mood for a wank. Ever since Albus had made the suggestion, Scorpius had been rock-hard. In fact, he had to hold his bag in front of him as they began to walk. And he was sure he was probably walking funny as well, but he couldn't care less. In fact, he began to walk a bit more quickly.
Al himself was half-hard, and knew as soon as he sat or lay down near Scorpius and saw his cock, he'd be...ah. Well. Obviously it wouldn't even take THAT. Al thanked Merlin and whoever else wizards worshipped that his jeans were formerly Jamie's who was far huskier than he, and therefore the jeans were baggy. And that the dorms weren't far. And that his room was just to the left of the Common Room. All good things.
They got to his room and Al locked the door. "For privacy," he informed Scorpius, and sat down with a sigh on his bed and unzipped his jeans, sighing as the tension against his cock was relieved. He patted the spot beside him. "Sit."
Scorpius sat. He also unzipped his trousers, but he was hesitant about pulling out his cock. He was harder than he could ever remember being, and he was afraid that one touch and he'd come all over himself. And then Al would think he was a freak! Or had no stamina whatsoever. He shifted a bit, sitting sideways with his back against the footboard, knees bent, legs spread a bit to relieve the pressure. He also wasn't looking directly at Al this way, which was slightly better for his sanity. "So..." he began inanely. "How do we... you know... start?"
"Well..." Al thought a moment. "Get comfortable. You might want to lose the trousers. I usually get naked entirely, but I'm a freak," he said cheerfully. "And since you probably don't want to see me naked, I'll be nice and leave my shirt on, ok?" He stood up and pulled off his jeans and jumper; he had a Holyhead Harpies t-shirt on underneath. His erection was evident through his boxer briefs. He looked down. "Guess I didn't have to worry about getting hard, did I. Couple thoughts and bam!" He looked over at Scorpius. "Are you gonna leave everything on?"
He devoutly hoped not.
He almost moaned at the sight of Al's erection. Breathing heavily, he said, "I usually just stick my hand down my trousers. But, then again, I'm usually wearing pyjamas. So I guess I'd better take something off." He turned back to the side and toed his shoes off, letting them drop onto the floor. He shimmied out of his jeans and dropped them on the floor as well. He left his black silk boxers on, though. He knew his own erection was clearly visible and he tried not to blush. He stripped off his button-down shirt, but left on the black sleeveless undershirt that he was wearing underneath.
He turned sideways again, resuming his position against the footboard. "Why don't you sit at the head of the bed," he suggested, his desire to have a good view winning out over his shyness. He rotated his neck a bit. His ponytail was hurting the back of his head as he leaned against the tall footboard, so he reached up and undid the elastic, shaking his hair out and tucking it behind his ears.
Al swallowed hard....but knew that the sight of Scorpius, all relaxed and with his hair down would guarantee that his erection wasn't going anywhere soon...except kaboom! He got into the position Scorpius suggested and had the sudden thought that if they were ever together, this is what it would be like...Scorpius on...or better yet IN ...his bed, hard and soft at the same time. Al knew it sounded contradictory but that's what Scorpius was to him.
God, him in all black with the blond... Al closed his eyes a moment, burning the image on his brain. He knew he didn't look half as good as the other boy, but then again, Scorp wasn't thinking of HIM, right? Right. Al decided to just say fuck it and he moved up on his knees and pulled his boxer briefs off entirely, tossing them on the floor and then sitting back, spreading his knees a little and touching himself lightly.
Scorpius couldn't stop staring. His cock was literally pulsing and his stomach was in knots. He was trying to commit every single perfect bit to memory just in case he died of sheer joy. Which he was afraid he might do at any second. Al looked... incredible. His cock was so big! And so hard! And so... Scorpius had to dig his fingernails into his arm to the point of pain to keep himself from reaching for it. He could see Al's balls, and a shadow of something below that he itched to explore further. He wanted to lean forward and bury his face in Al's crotch and never come out again.
That time, he did moan out loud, reaching down to touch himself lightly through the black silk. He took a deep breath. This might be his only chance to do something like this, so he had best do it right. He slipped the boxers off and dropped them over the side of the bed, baring himself. He was embarrassed, but he was so eager that it hardly registered. He touched himself with his fingertips, afraid that the second he closed his hand around his cock, he would come.
He looked at their positions. Mirror images. He wondered if he shot his load, would it end up on Al? Would Al's... stuff get on him? Scorpius imagined licking it off of Al's powerful thighs and he moaned a bit again.
When Scorpius pulled off his boxers, Al made a strangled little mewling sound that would embarrass the hell out of him later, but right now...Scorpius, as he always knew he would be, was perfect; his cock was beautiful and already glistening with pre-come. And all, ALL Al wanted to do was lean forward and lick those drops off, taste him, memorize him with his tongue and then lick that cock with long, slow strokes until Scorpius came in his mouth, on his chin, chest, wherever it would fall. Al didn't care.
He was aware that Scorpius was staring at him as intently as Al was looking at him. Slowly, willing himself to not go immediately, he started stroking himself, drawing two fingers up his cock from base to tip, and rubbing his thumb along the slit, where he was leaking too.
Scorpius heard the little sound that Al made and it sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin. He watched Al, breathing shallowly, trying to commit each action to memory. Because he knew he would never wank again without thinking of this moment and he wanted to be able to recall it in detail. He spread his legs a bit more, running his fingers over his cock, almost teasingly. Trying to buy some time, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed hard, which helped a bit, but not much.
He let his other hand drift down to cup his balls. He rotated them a bit in his palm, moaning at the sensation. They ached. He was so close already, but he never wanted this to end. He rubbed his hand up and down his shaft a few times, testing himself. He wasn't going to last long at all. Fleetingly, he wondered what Al would do if he just reached over and replaced Al's hand with his own. The question fell from his lips before he could censor himself. "What are you thinking about?"
Al was staring at Scorpius's hand, moving so slowly over his cock...and when Scorpius moaned, Al nearly came right there.
Nothing had ever turned him on like this did. NOTHING. He wanted to watch Scorpius forever, wanted to watch the gentle way he touched himself and imagine those same hands drifting over him, stroking him with that same soft touch. He felt himself mimicking that touch, his own fingers moving slowly over himself, one finger moving slightly further back to press on his perineum, making him gasp with the ripple of tension that shot up his spine.
He was aching like never before and against his will he began to move his hand slightly faster, creating more friction and he licked his lips as he watched Scorpius...so involved was he that Scorpius' question caught him off guard. But he didn't even need to think about it. "The most beautiful person I've ever seen...so perfect." His eyes began to drift closed as his orgasm began to build and he forced them open again; he didn't want to miss a single second.
If Al's answer came off vague and esoteric, Scorpius didn't notice. He wouldn't have noticed if Al had said 'The Minister of Magic' or 'Your father.' He was too busy watching Al's finger move below his balls to touch between his legs... there. Scorpius leaned forward slightly, breathing heavily now. His hair fell over his shoulders and obscured his peripheral vision, but it just brought Al into sharper focus. All he could see was Albus. He could hear his little noises and the subtle sounds of his hand moving on his cock. Al was breathing hard, too, and Scorpius wondered if he was close to coming.
He gave in. This was too much. Too hot. He began to stroke himself in earnest, his hand moving up and down his length. He could feel how close he was and he wanted to just let go. He gasped, barely over a whisper, "Come with me, Al."
"God, Scorp..." Al couldn't hold back. He wanted to, he wanted to more than anything, to make this last and to watch Scorpius as he leaned forward ever so slightly towards him, Albus...and for that moment he could pretend that Scorpius wanted him, that he was thinking of him while he pleasured himself...and that was all it took. He moaned loudly, the sound at once husky and choked and came, harder than he ever had before, over his hand, his stomach, his leg and the coverlet. It was a messy shot and it was perfect. He managed to raise his eyes to Scorpius as he finished...
Hearing Al say his name was the point-of-no-return. He began stroking hard, his mind full of Albus. Flashes of his fantasies appeared to him, in vivid detail now that he had the real thing in front of him. He wanted to lean down and suck Al off. He wanted to bend over the end of the bed and have Al fill him full. Fuck him and take his virginity and claim him so that there was no doubt that he belonged to Al. Forever.
When Al came, Scorpius gasped at the sight. And followed him only seconds later. And as he did, he met Al's eyes. His beautiful green eyes that were glazed with lust and tinged with something almost like fear, and it was beautiful. He came all over himself, groaning with feeling. His hand was sticky and without thinking, he raised it to his lips and gave it a tentative lick.
Al bit his lip again and stared at Scorpius as he came...god, he was so unbelievably fucking beautiful and Al wanted him more than he had ever wanted anything. And when Scorpius licked his hand, Al's heart lurched and it was all he could do not to lunge forward, grab that hand and growl "Mine." Because Scorpius WAS his, and anyone who tried to challenge him would have another fucking think coming.
He raised his own non-sticky hand up and pushed his hair off his face; it was damp with sweat and curled in a most annoying way. Scorpius' tongue was a deep pink and Al had a flash of that tongue trailing down his chest and had to squeeze himself hard.
What he did next shocked him, as he dipped a finger in his own come and leaned forward, placing it on Scorpius' lower lip.
Scorpius couldn't have been more surprised if Al had hexed him. However, he didn't stop to think. He grabbed Al's wrist and almost jerked it away from his mouth, but then he paused. He snaked out his tongue and licked Al's finger. It tasted mostly the same as his own, but unique enough that he could tell a difference, and it made him groan with pleasure. Still holding Al's wrist, he sucked the finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. The similarity between that act and another was not lost on him. He moved Al's finger in and out of his mouth, stroking it with his tongue.
Suddenly a very insistent pounding startled Scorpius so much that he nearly bit Al's finger. "Al? You in there?" Scorpius recognized Sam Goyle's voice. He dropped Al's hand like a red-hot poker and jumped off the bed. He muttered a cleaning charm and pulled on his clothes as quickly as he could. He yanked the bed curtains shut, since Al seemed to be frozen solid, and sprinted for the door. He unlocked the door and said, "Sorry, Sam! We were studying!" as he walked out the door. He called over his shoulder, "See ya, Al!" in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner.
He hustled through the common room and was halfway back to Ravenclaw Tower before he stopped to catch his breath. He leaned against the wall, holding on to the stones for dear life. "What the fuck was that?" he whispered.
Al WAS frozen solid...he couldn't believe that he'd done that to Scorp....and that Scorp had licked his finger clean with that tongue that was so fucking...practiced. When had he PRACTICED doing that? And moreover, who the FUCK had he practiced ON?
He pulled the curtains shut on his bed and sat there, still half naked and covered with his own cooling and sticky come. He didn't know whether to be aroused or cry. He realized he was near tears, for no other reason than a) Scorpius had let him watch him wank, b) he had sucked Al's finger like a practiced cocksucker, and c)then had left as though he was beyond disgusted.
Oh God. Scorp would never want to see him again, let alone be his best mate anymore. And then, despite their mutual wank being the most perfect thing he'd ever experienced, he felt hot tears form and was suddenly grateful to be alone.
On to Part Three